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[hungupskates]

                        And I still feel that rush in my veins.                         It twists my head just a bit too thin. All those people in those old photographs I’ve seen are                                                            dead.

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[hungupskates]

He cocks his head to the side as the words swarm through his head. Viktor has never been someone to idolize when it comes to gifting advice, but he doesn’t dismiss the other man’s pleas either; he takes the request seriously. Perhaps a bit too much so, as he digs through the depths of his racing mind for an answer; the right answer. He doesn’t know the stranger’s plight, but he’s been in the circuit long enough to understand the other man’s phrasing implies something far greater than a simple injury; possibly even bordering on something criminal. It’s not uncommon; of course, he’s been witness to the raise and fall of numerous talented figure skaters for reasons that didn’t involve an injury.

“Do you really want to know?” He coos, but the wicked smile that now flutters upon his glossy lips inform the man he plans on telling him regardless of his answer to his non-question. The other man seems to refuse to make eye contact with him, but that doesn’t hinder Viktor from staring directly into the colored irises of his; face lingering closer than necessary and hand still gripping the other man’s between his bony fingers. He’s stubborn and idealistic; they’re traits that have defined his career up until this point, and they’re the traits that outline his response to the theoretical question that still hangs in the air.

“Wouldn’t it be fun to prove them wrong?” The words slip easily from his throat. “In your position, I would do everything to awe them; to make them choke on their words. Make them fall in love with you again. Mock them with your newfound prowess.” But Viktor is aware most people don’t have the same drive he has, or even his ability to withstand the insults hurled at every athlete that’s set foot on the world’s stage.

Finally releasing the hand he’s kept trapped, Viktor glides back slightly to offer the other man a merciful few feet of distance. “At least, that’s what I would do,” He admits. And he’s at least been in a position of hatred before; it cam naturally with fame and popularity. There were always critics who were at his throat, and Viktor was always overly prepared to return the favor.

“You should never fear what you’re passionate about. There may be consequences, but face them head on. Don’t give up.”And it’s easy for Viktor to say because he’s been fighting this battle for years beneath the picture-perfect image he portrays like it’s something ingrained into his very bones.

He remains scared out of his mind right now. Everything is intense at the moment and his emotions and feelings are all very much heightened. He still thinks this is an illusion. Maybe he was on the ice for too long or he fell and he hit his head. It could be anything but real right now. Part of Abel wishes it was an injury. At least that was explainable. But the shit that he’d been dealing with for the past chunk of his life, it was inexcusable. He didn’t even want to talk to his therapist about it anymore. He’d rather shut himself out than talk about it. Everything around them is frozen for the moment && he’s trying his best to concentrate on the words that are leaving the other skaters mouth ;; this way he can concentrate on something that wasn’t his own anxiety building up. 

Those six words that leave the taller are words that make Abel think, before he’s forced to look into the Russian mans eyes again. Eye contact made him nervous and it was also the fact he felt like he was disrespecting such a talented man in this field by not looking at him. Everything was confusion and he wasn’t doing so well under pressure either. 

‘ I-I don’t -- ‘ he starts to say, before stopping himself. A nervous swallow. He wishes that he had the bravery like the man standing in front of him, he wishes he could get back up. ‘ I w-want to prove them wrong! I-I. . . I want to figure skate again . . I-I just . . . ‘ He’s speaking louder now, looking down at his feet that were sliding on the ice a bit and at his hand that was frozen into a fist. 

&& then. . . the contact is gone. But he doesn’t notice it at first, it takes him a couple of seconds to realize that Victor had skated away from him. It also takes him a few seconds to realize that he was crying. Tears running down seemingly porcelain cheeks. A hand slowly moves to grip at his shirt that covered his chest. He takes a deep breath . . . feeling all the cold rush back to him all at once when he starts to feel again. 

‘ b-but. . . b-but how do i. . . h-how do I do that? You’re making it sound so easy! ‘ Maybe it was because he was sick of people telling him it was easy, because they were him, or maybe it was because Victor was making no sense to him. Either way, one could tell that he was starting to get even more upset. 

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

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[hungupskates]

                        And I still feel that rush in my veins.                         It twists my head just a bit too thin. All those people in those old photographs I’ve seen are                                                            dead.

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here’s another compilation of my fav sentence starters bc i love making these !!  feel free to add your own (◕‿◕✿)

FLUFF:

1. “Your hair is so soft..” 2. “It’s too cold! Come back!” 3. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” 4. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.” 5. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” 6. “Shh, you’re safe. I won’t let you go.” 7. “What? does that feel good?” 8. “Just pretend to be my date.” 9. “He/She did it.” “No he/she did.” 10. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” 11. “It’s not a double dat. We’re just third and fourth wheeling.” 12. “No no–it’s alright, come here.” 13. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.” 14. “Look, I know we don’t know each other that well, but I’m still worried about you. No one deserves to be alone.” 15. “If I could, I would kiss away all of your scars.” 16. “I think I might be falling in love with you.” 17. “Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day.” 18. “It’s not bad to cry. In fact, I think it makes a person stronger.” 19. “Mmm.. you’re warm.” 20. “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this..” 21. “I’ve had a rough day and honestly all I want right now is a drink and someone to cuddle with..” 22. “No, you can’t get up! You’re my prisoner for today.” 23. “Shh, it was just a bad dream. Just a dream, okay? None of it was really.” 24. “You know I’m/we’re always here for you, right?” 25. “Please talk to me about it.” 26. “You have something in you hair.. um–do you want me to get it out?” 27.  “I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..” 28. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm and I didn’t want to wake you.” 29. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.” 30. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.” 31. “Wanna, like–I mean, if you’re not busy.. We could get lunch? Or even just coffee if you don’t have a lot of time?” 32. “So I was driving past a pet store and couldn’t help but wonder how cute an animal would be like in our home..” 33. “Let’s just stay in bed.” 34. “We live together. You can’t blame this on anyone else.” 35. “I think I might be pregnant..” 36. “I want to try for a baby.” 37. “You would make the perfect father/mother.” 38. “Think about it. The little patter of children in our home.” 39. “I want to marry you.” 40. “I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water.”

ANGST:

41. “You’re just not the same anymore..” 42. “It’s midnight! Where the hell were you?” 43. “What the hell is your problem?!” 44. “Why do you run away from your problems all the time?” 45. “You can’t keep it all inside, you know? Bottling it up won’t do any good.” 46. “Hey, I know you’re hurting.. but, you’re not alone, okay?” 47. “I hate you! I’m sorry it took me so damn long to realize that.” 48. “You lost your chance.” 49. “I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.” 50. “You can’t just lose your temper like this every time you get a bit upset!” 51. “Calm down! You’re scaring me!” 52. “Don’t look at me like that.” 53. “Were you ever going to tell me?” 54. “I’m done trying to help you!” 55. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything.” 56. “You didn’t call. You didn’t text. Nothing.” 57. “It isn’t up for debate.” 58. “I don’t know what’s wrong, okay? I’m just… really tired.” 59. “I’m fine. Stop asking.” 60. “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong, and don’t try lying to me.” 61. “I hope someday you get a taste of your own medicine.” 62. “Pack you shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!” 63. “Is this how little you think of me?” 64. “I can’t do this anymore.. not with you.” 65. “Are you happy now? Huh? DOES THIS MAKE YOU HAPPY?!” 66. “You said you’d always be there for me… so how did this happened? Why weren’t you there?” 67. “Did it ever occur to you that you’re hurting me too?” 68. “I don’t need help! I just want the pain to stop!” 69. “We can be friends instead.” 70. “I tried to move on, but nobody is you.” 71. “Do I look like I’ve moved on?” 72. “I don’t remember a fight or a reason, so what happened? Why did we break up?” 73. “Can I at least buy you a coffee? For old times sake.” 74. “I can’t take the loneliness anymore.” 75. “What are you talking about? You’re married!” 76. “I feels like everyone just forgot I exist.” 77. “Maybe I’m meant to be alone.” 78. “I gave you your chance, and you just used it to stab me in the back.” 79. “I’ve been alone for so long..” 80. “But you promised..”

SMUT:

81. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.” 82. “I want you. Right here. Right now.” 83. “I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.” 84. “It’s like you want to ruin men/women for me.” 85. “It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?” 86. “Oh don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.” 87. “They always make shower sex sounds so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.” 88. “Did you just… finish?” 89. “Tell me what you want.” 90. “Get on your knees. Now.” 91. “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like..” 92. “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” 93. “Move your hands to the side. I want to hear you.” 94. “You’re so sexy when you’re all hot and bothered.” 95. “How bad do you want me?” 96. “Do you know how bad I want you?” 97. “I’ve been thinking about this all night.”

98. “Don’t cover your face. I want to see you.” 99. “Come sit in my lap.” 100. “You’re so beautiful all spread out like this, just for me.”

sources: x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

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TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

[hungupskates]

      Figure skating is an extremely competitive, violent, and even ugly sport at times. He’s 27; he would know, he’s been around an extended lifetime in this constantly evolving monster of a career. He’s been witness to the raise and fall of skaters years younger than him; many of whom will never recover from the time they spent on the ice. They’re not alone; they’ve always been the majority. Viktor is along them, he’s aware of this, but he’s stubborn and unfaltering in the face of it. But Viktor has always been gifted, and will remain positioned at the top of the figure skating world long after he finally concedes to old injuries and the fact that, at only 27, he’s not as young as he once was. He has no right to cast his judgment or perch to another man when he rules this world with an iron fist. His career; however, is not without its struggles, and mercy is not a word Viktor is known for.

       “Perhaps.” He doesn’t wish to know what the other man believes is so awful that he can’t possibly recover from it, and, frankly, he doesn’t care either. For every young skater that enters this world, there are a dozen older ones leaving it. “But if you found the ability to return now, wouldn’t that be all the more shocking?” This was a world that people constantly ventured in and out of; injury was common, after all. He’s sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong, but that happens to be a habit of his at this point.

       He feels the weight of the other man’s hand in his own when he decides to accept it, even if the motion is delayed and hesitant. Seizing the other man’s hand in his own, Viktor pulls him up with an ease that’s surprising given his slender frame. He’s reluctant to let it go, though, as the other man appears unsteady on his feet, and instead his fingers twist against the stranger’s knuckles carefully; in a manner that is intended to be reassuring, but Viktor’s intentions are always a bit difficult to make out. 

       A clever smile graces his smooth lips. Pity is not something Viktor has ever handed out to anyone before, and it is something he is unlikely to offer in the future. “I’m quite serious,” He breathes, fingers pressing down harder against the bones within the other man’s hand. “If I believed I was wasting my time, I wouldn’t be speaking to you right now.” And his callous tone implies that he very much means those words; he doesn’t have time to waste on an entirely hopeless startup, but he’s willing to pour hours into someone he deems worthy of his attention.

He knows the risks, he knows the dangers, he knows everything that comes with being a competitive skater. He’d been in that position, he’d lived that dream, but one small thing had brought him all the way down to the floor where he started. The only difference was now. . . he didn’t want to try now. He knew he was just going to slip back into that habit again. He wanted to right now, he wanted to push the other away and scream and yell and cry about every little thing that was unfair to him. But he didn’t. What could someone like Victor possibly have to worry about? Why was he helping him? This was one hundred percent out of pity ;; Abel thinks still. Even when he’s being pulled up.

The words that the taller male speaks don’t go unnoticed. Abel’s still listening even if it seems as if he’s not. He’s stubborn sure, but he wasn’t rude.  He’s unsure why he’s still being held. Maybe the other thought he would fall down again, which was also a possibility. Abel feels like crying at this point, he’s so close to tears and his chest is hurting and the cold and dampness of world around them is making him numb. 

He has to think for a moment about what he’s going to say. Did they even want to see him back in the rink, didn’t they all think he was a disgusting disgrace for using something that was so low && terrible for any competitor to use? Right now, he’s way too shocked && into his own thoughts to even realize their hands were still conjoined. Even if the gesture wasn’t meant to be comforting, Abel at least takes it that way as it’s something he hadn’t felt in so so long. 

‘ if . . . you were in a position like me. . .  ‘ he finally starts, too afraid to still make that eye contact. He’s also talking like Victor knew his predicament when he wasn’t too sure if he did or not still. ‘ wouldn’t you be afraid to try again? People. . . p-people hate me enough already. . . they’ll probably make fun of me i-if I go back out there. . . i-it’s been so long. . . ‘ 

he’s rambling a bit now, that anxiety coming back to him all at once. 

[hungupskates]

                        And I still feel that rush in my veins.                         It twists my head just a bit too thin. All those people in those old photographs I’ve seen are                                                            dead.

[hungupskates]

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@hungupskates liked for a starter !

It’s still early and chilly – just the time Viktor likes best to take Makkachin for a long walk. (That’s what Makkachin likes, too – he’s very friendly, but there is definitely something special about the pair of them just having some alone time, especially since Viktor is very rarely alone these days.) He lets him off his leash as soon as they step through the park’s gates, and walks after him leisurely as the poodle runs back and forth, sniffing at fallen leaves and circling his beloved owner.

Viktor also has his pair of practice skates held over his shoulder, a finger hooked into the laces. It’s still early enough that he could do a few rounds on his own before Yuuri joins him – it’s not as if Viktor doesn’t practice together with him, but there’s something else about having the rink entirely to himself (and it’s not like Yuuko will mind).

His gaze sweeps right over the figure sitting on one of the benches at first. On second glance, though, his pace slows a little, a very vague memory stirring. He’s seen him before… he doesn’t know where, but he must have. Viktor has an incredible visual memory – it’s a big part of his success; he never had to get anyone to explain the formulas to him over and over, it was enough to just see them for him to understand what exactly to do. Auditory memory is a different thing altogether, though, and no matter how hard he thinks, he can’t tack a name to the face, not even as he steps close enough to have the other glance up at him. “Good morning,” Viktor greets him with his usual cheer, peering over the young man’s fingers onto the sketchpad he’s holding.

… isn’t that a spread-eagle into a triple Axel? With a stick figure, but still – the motions are perfect.

“That looks really good.”

It was one of those mornings when he woke up and he couldn’t catch his breath. He couldn’t keep himself from shaking as he felt his feet hit the cold floor when he got up from the warmth of his bed. Unfortunately. Every morning it was like this, usually every morning anyway. Abel did everything right, he went to therapy, he remained as positive as he could, and still, he felt like he was in that same place he was when he took that fall all those years ago. 

He wonders if everyone remembers him. If they’re still talking about the one that fell. He was one of the best && yet, right now, he didn’t even feel like he was even in competitions in the first place. But here was where he spent his time now, in the park, sketching his ideas, what was on his mind. 

It was all the normal routine honestly. What he wasn’t expecting though was someone to come and talk to him - that someone being the great Victor Nikiforov. At first, he wasn’t going to look, but the accent made him. && he stood there, eyes wide && he was frozen with fear. His hand was clutching his pencil, his knuckles going white. His heart was going a million miles a minute, he was . ..  he was talking to someone who was probably going to ask him something about his addiction. . . he. ..  was he going to? Abel chest hurt, and a hand moved to clutch onto his shirt. But then. . . he was complimented. And it seemed like when those words left the other skaters mouth, Abel calmed down, if only in that moment. 

‘ thank. . . . t-thank you. . . ‘ 

[hungupskates]

                        And I still feel that rush in my veins.                         It twists my head just a bit too thin. All those people in those old photographs I've seen are                                                            dead.

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