When you walk through the door after a long day at work, you're greeted by your husband, Kenma. He gives you a hug and kisses you softly, and then asks if you feel up to appearing on camera for a livestream. You're still a little camera-shy, but you're getting more comfortable being filmed, so you nod.
Instead of going into his streaming room, however, he guides you toward the kitchen, where his streaming equipment has been set up, and there's a cake on the counter, clearly home-made. The icing is a little uneven, and the "Happy birthday Y/N" is a little messy, but it's adorable all the same.
"Happy birthday, my love," Kenma murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.
Hi idk if this is totally out there, but i was wondering if you or any of your followers had read a certain fan fiction? I remember a lot and have been searching forever. All I remember is that Viktor was some kind of choreographer or dancer, and so was Yuuri, it was a chaptered fic, and at one point they danced to Love. by Kendrick Lamar. If anyone remembers anything I'd be so appreciative.
Hi Anon! I'm afraid I haven't read any fics like that, but since it's a Yuuri!!! on Ice fic I'm going to direct you to @yoificfinder and their followers, and hopefully they can help you! And if any of my followers can lend a hand, drop me an ask to help this anon out!!
Hi there! Hope you've been doing alright :') If it's okay, I'd like to request for a scenario of Phichit w/ a fem! shy s/o -- where s/o gets to ice skate for the first time, and gets pretty nervous about falling down a lot. She admires Phichit very much though, and would really love to meet him! AND he's the one who inspired her to ice skate. :') Thank you very much for reading this -- take care and stay safe always!
Catch Me When I Fall (I Fell For You Before I Realised)
Phichit Chulanont
Notes: Nearly 1k words? That’s more than I’ve written in a very long time. I wasn't super sure how exactly to write this (I wasn't sure how they would be S/Os if they were meeting for the first time) so I tried my best to write a logical timeline, and ended up with more backstory than actual skating. Still, I hope you liked this, anon! Thank you for requesting <3
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You’d been classmates in primary school. That’s when you met him. He hadn’t been a professional figure skater then, but he was every bit as energetic and carefree as the world would later see him to be. You, on the other hand, were shy. Quiet whenever you could be, and blushing in embarrassment after moments where you weren't. But Phichit, even at the age of eleven, was magnetic, drawing people to him and coaxing them out of their shells. Coaxing you out of yours. Four years later, he'd go on to do the same for one Yuuri Katsuki, but this is before. When you both were eleven, and he was the one to make you laugh openly, beyond the shy smiles you used to give.
He left you when you were fifteen. Packed up, apologised, and moved to Detroit. To chase his dream. You didn't hold him back, of course, not when you knew how big this was for him. You couldn't shut down the quiet voice in your head whispering to be more selfish and hold onto him. But you didn't. And so he left.
You'd tried to keep in contact, but upper secondary was hard, and Phichit had it worse, balancing high school, in a new country, with a professional's training schedule to boot. Contact dwindled, and by the time his first competitive season under Celestino rolled around, you'd barely even texted him anymore. You caught glimpses on social media, of course, with Phichit being an avid social media addict, but you were too shy to text first, and he was too busy. You watched all his competitions, feeling less and less like his friend, and more like a generic supporter. He still captivated you with his skating, and you wished you'd gone skating with him before he left. You wanted to skate now, to feel the euphoria he felt on ice. But you never did. You were too scared.
When he announced he was moving back to Bangkok, you'd stared at his post for what felt like millenia. You let yourself feel the smallest bit of hope that you might see him again, and then flushed at the thought. He was so different now. He felt like a faraway dream. But against all your expectations, he'd turned up at your door, five weeks later. You'd nearly gone into cardiac arrest, but you let him in, and as he sat in the same spot on your bedroom floor, you felt like everything had changed, yet at the same time, nothing had changed. You let him tell you about Detroit, carrying the conversation as he always had, and eventually, he coaxed you into telling him what you'd been up to in the three years he was gone.
He'd apologised, of course. He'd apologised for growing distant, as if it was entirely his fault, when it was your fault just as much as it was his. More, you'd tried to argue, but he wouldn't let you. Tears were shed, and by the time you'd parted, you had his new number in your phone and a heart both incredibly heavy and yet incredibly full.
Contact between the two of you started back up, and you'd found yourself falling for him—how could you not, when he was so endearing, so captivating? You didn't have the courage to tell him how you felt, but you hoped he felt the same. Life had already granted you two miracles, one when you met him, and one when he came back to you. You hoped it wasn't too much to ask for one more.
As it happens, it wasn't. Phichit asked you to be his girlfriend, high off the euphoria of his gold medal at the Cup of China, and what else could you do but say yes? As the world marvelled at Victuuri's love story taking shape, you revelled in the feeling of finding yours. Eventually, you worked up the courage to tell him about the one thing you regretted when he left, that you never skated with him, when it was such an important part of his life. Which brought you to your current predicament.
“Phichit, I can barely keep my balance on land, how am I going to skate like this?” You were at Phichit’s home rink, skates on, and slowly hobbling to the rinkside. You weren’t sure if you were shaking because you were unsteady on the thin blade guards, or because of the nerves.
Phichit, to his credit, was trying to both hype you up and calm you down. He guided you from the gate with a reassuring smile, already on the ice and moving naturally in his own skates like they were sneakers. “You’ll be fine,” he soothed, “I’ll be right next to you, and I’ll catch you if you fall. You trust me, don’t you?” he continued, and you smiled back, shaky but not hesitant. You trusted him, without a doubt, and with a deep breath, took off your blade guards and took a careful step onto the ice.
You hadn’t been prepared for quite how slippery it was. You knew it had to be, obviously, because it was ice, but you felt yourself slip a little bit, almost immediately, and panic overtook you for a split second, until Phichit caught you. Right. He wouldn’t let you fall. He held his hands out to you and you took them, letting him gently guide you forward until you were skating in tandem, with him skating backwards and pulling you along. After the initial fear, you found that it was fun, and freeing. You’d let go of Phichit’s hands, slowly, and started to rely more on your own movement, until you could skate around the rink comfortably. The entire time, Phichit was there at your side, steadying you when you slipped, and helping you up if you fell. It was comforting, knowing that he was there.
You knew, without a doubt, that he’d always be there.
It's been awhile I'm glad you are okay!! Don't worry about not being able to post regularly, everyone has a life they have to take care of first than anything else♡♡
I might think about rq something later, but rn I'm so happy to read your post 🤭🤭💕💕
HI VIVI!!!!
it's nice to be back :) thank you for understanding <3 i hope you've been doing well too!!
I've been off tumblr entirely for a good three months. Uh. Sorry about that. School's gotten way busier than it used to be and then I got sick just as my work started to clear. I'm temporarily back?
I have a YoI request, which I will write! but I haven't posted any writing this year.. At all. And I'm not sure I'll have the time to write my own content to keep a steady posting schedule.
I don't get many requests as it is, so I'll be leaving requests open and write the requests I occasionally get, but I'm going to be posting less of my own stuff.
If you're still here, drop in my asks and say hi :) and thanks for sticking around.
Rules: Share two truths and one lie about yourself, tag five people to guess your lie and to share their own, make sure to guess the lie of the person who tagged you!
and 🤔 mmm I wanna guess that 3, you never went to music festivals, is your lie? I’m real tempted to say 2, but even smart people can repeat grades for one reason or another.
Ohh I love this game, though I’m pretty bad at guessing games. I got tagged by@de-sire-blog
Now mine, which I had a lot of trouble coming up with xD
1. I used to get into lots of trouble for fighting and what not in school because anger issues~
2. I was basically raised at renaissance fair for how often my parents and I attended from my birth until I was about 6-7.
3. I once had plans to become a musician and/or actor until I realized my social anxiety was way too terrible, so I settled for doing art instead.
Tagging, but no pressure ~ @thebattlehamster @miss-bibbles @jegulus-trash @clifford-thebigreddog
Thank you for the tag! ♡ I’m gonna be honest, it really sounds like 2 is the lie, but 3 sounds sketchy because who wouldn’t want to listen about carnivorous amphipods??
My 2 truths and a lie
1. I prefer cats over dogs
2. I own more than one crop top
3. I have a drivers’ licence
My tags: @androsovalydochka, @stories-from-saint-petersburg, @kaus-quietis, @platykool, @koiblossom5, and everyone who wants to join ^^
I think 1 is a lie, since I am fully aware that the USA is huge and many people have never left it, and most people wind up doing dance as kids anyway. (I didn’t but there, I’m no measure for the general population.)
I was once almost kidnapped by aliens (in my brain at least)
My younger brother and his friend have Haikyuu nicknames (they haven’t watched the show though, this leads to shenanigans)
I have broken my foot twice (once in first grade, then again in fifth) and my arm once (thankfully it was my left arm, I suck at writing ambidextrously)
Thanks for the tag! I'd say #1 is the lie, just because it's kind of wacky and the "in my brain at least" is a little suspicious. I'm hazarding a wild guess here, mostly. Here's mine:
I have a spot in my vision under harsh lighting because I got hit in the eye once
I've passed out taking a vaccine because I have a fear of needles
I have a scar on the back of my head because I fell and split my head on a corner
Why are they all injury/health related? Who knows. Tagging @kaaytea @nya-vivi @nightshade-shot @erina-writes-headcanons
This letter is for those of you who believe in God:
Gods love for you is not based on the opinions of the people around you.
Some people are hateful and cruel, tell you that you’re not worthy of love the way you are, are unwilling to accept you, your identity, relationships and decisions.
But God is not people. His love is unconditional. He wanted you, He adores you just the way you are.
You’re His beloved child - and while human parents can fail at their job, He doesn’t.
He carefully and lovingly created you, designed you with all the little things that make you you. That includes the gender you identify as, the gender(s) you feel attracted to. He is proud of you for growing into the person He meant you to be - and that person is lgbt+.
It’s true, God doesn’t make mistakes - You are not a mistake. You’re a beautifully crafted creation.
Nekoma VBC sends up cheers as the countdown hits zero, ringing in the new year. The past year had been full of crazy memories, and as you welcome the next year, you carry those memories with you: wishes and resolutions to work harder and improve
But more importantly, as you survey the team of boys you've come to love and care for, you find that one wish stands out above the rest.
Spring high.
The boys have been working tirelessly and improved leaps and bounds, and you've improved with them, learning their quirks and habits, their strengths and weaknesses, and you have the utmost faith that they'll go far.
After all, it's what they've been working towards. And beyond that? You just hope the new year will you all closer.
Happy new year everyone!! No dedications this year (because I procrastinated and then forgot about it entirely) but I’d like to say thank you to every one of y’all that’s on here <3 I know I’ve been terrible at keeping up with writing but I hope I brought a smile and some comfort to y’all this year, and thanks for sticking around! And to my dear beloved moots, thank you for making Tumblr friendlier and for putting up with my dumbassery.
Love y’all lots and here’s to better writing in 2022 :D
It's past 9 PM by the time you wave the last of your family goodbye, and the moment you close the door behind them, you're basically clinging to your husband like an overgrown koala. Oikawa picks you up easily and carries you onto the couch, where you settle on his lap, exhausted beyond measure and too drained to think straight.
"I hate having big reunions."
"I know, sweetheart."
"I want to bury myself in blankets and sleep for three days."
"I know, sweetheart."
"We have to clean up."
Despite this, neither of you move to start cleaning for a good ten minutes. Finally, he kisses the top of your head and shuffles the two of you into your kitchen, where you pick up a dishcloth and he starts washing the dishes, handing them to you to dry. And although the process is arduous and mundane, you find that in the aftermath of the loud festivities, the quiet conversation shared between you two flows easier than it has all day.
this is far too deep to be coming from a self-insert fanfic writer who hasn't written anything in a month but if anyone needs to see this:
it's okay to be sad about a loss, even if you chose to let it happen. it's okay to cry about a breakup even if you initiated it. it's okay to miss an old home even though you're doing better moving away.
loss is loss, no matter on whose terms it happened. you need time to process. you need to fill the gap that's left. even if it's for the better and entirely on your terms, there's still a loss and it's fine to mourn it. let yourself acknowledge the loss and move on at your own pace.
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