Jan 28, 2017
Man glaubt an das gute in den Menschen, doch man Begreift nur das falsche.
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Man glaubt an das gute in den Menschen, doch man Begreift nur das falsche.
russkijunge
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No matter what, he is still absolutely THE WORST when it comes to comforting. Viktor can’t help, but still get SCARED each time someone breaks down beside him –– and the more he cares, the more tragic is the final result of his SHITTY attempts at soothing. Seeing the painfully familiar expression of ANXIETY upon Yuuri’s visage, he doesn’t even think twice, just gets rid of the remaining distant before himself and his beloved student, and closes him in a FIRM embrace.
I don’t need this now.
You fucked up AGAIN, the tormenting thought whirls inside his mind, controlling another actions of his like a puppeteer pulling a doll’s strings. How SELFISH of him it was to believe that his touch could CALM Yuuri down? Viktor doesn’t want to look DISAPPOINTED ––– he has no right to. “I’m sorry,” the Russian mumbles his apologies, immediately taking a few steps back. “I will – – – - just leave you ALONE.”
He feels a pit of anxiety in his gut when Viktor pulls away again, even though it’d been Yuuri that had pushed him away in the first place he felt so guilty hearing the obvious hurt in his voice. He’s already feeling awful, he’d barely slept the night before and he knew Viktor had noticed, as much as he’d noticed the string of missed jumps at practice.
“Viktor, wait-” He pleads softly, his fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, wringing it as his gaze drops to his feet instead. He knows Viktor is trying, and he can’t fault him for that, it’s not his fault Yuuri’s like this-
“...you don’t have to leave.” He whispers, a slight tremble to his voice as he finally looks up at him again. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said it like that.”
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how could he do this? yuri is seething, teeth clenched together in fury, jaw clenched tight. his teeth could break if he went any harder. his nails dig into his palm, blue hues furious and heated on the skater. it feels like his clothes are too tight, suffocating him, making him itch all over. he’s livid, every part of him screams to do something– anything. viktor reaches out to him, prompting to touch him for comfort.
his arms are raised, palms pressed flat against viktor’s chest, roughly shoving him backwards. why would you do this? how could you do this? why? why? why?
yuri whimpers, pathetically, brows brought into a vehement scowl. the look of betrayal on his face is enough, saying a million words without even speaking. his throat is tight, his chest even tighter, his stomach turning and flipping with the sick feeling of bitterness.
‘ i trusted you. ‘
it’s spat out, as if it’s venom in his mouth– toxic and acidic, polluting his ribcage. he looks viktor up and down, as if he’s disgusting, as if he’s the most vile creature to walk the earth. his heart hurts. his fingers hurt– his head hurts. everything hurts. it hurts to look at viktor. looking at viktor makes him want to cry. it makes him want to strangle him. it makes him want to die.
‘ i trusted you. with all of my heart– my fucking soul. and you fucking threw it in my face. ‘
his voice is strained, wavering, on the verge of sobbing.
‘ leave me the fuck alone, you bastard! leave! get the fuck out of my house! ‘
he pushes viktor again, this time making him fall, and yuri stands over him– like a shadow. he’s shaking, his fists tight and wound to his sides, icy blue hues guarded. viktor had his chance. he blew it. never again would he see yuri laugh, or smile– never again would he see the tenderness that rarely showed itself in turquoise irises. never.
his bones are grinding underneath his skin, aching, burning. he’s suffering. the look in viktor’s eyes makes him cry, angry, hot tears singing his cheeks and chin and neck. viktor looks devastated, brows brought upwards. he knows viktor wants to comfort him, to hold him close as he did many nights ago.
‘ you will never touch me again. the next time you try, i’ll make sure you have no fucking hands. ‘
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“Hey asshole. Are you gonna let anyone else skate or are you gonna hog the ice ALL day?!”
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( this is the first thing I see on my dash and now I’m sad y would u do this .…… … ;___; )
Hi welcome to my blog I live 4 angst.
“ are you gonna kiss me or not? ” ( well 'sup, Chris ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )
kiss sentence starters. // accepting
They’d made out before, on multiple occasions, but it was never planned, and they never really discussed it after the fact. Because of that, Chris was hesitant to ever bring it up to Viktor. Whenever they were together in public, they acted as they always did. Best friends. But once they were in private, well…that was always up in the air.
And yet, after the Grand Prix Final, when Viktor had invited Christophe up to his hotel room, Christophe had made a joke about how as long as Viktor was skating, he’d never get to kiss gold. In response, Viktor held up his gold medal.
“You can kiss gold whenever you want.” He had teased, before taking the medal off, and setting it in the drawer of the nightstand, before slamming it shut, and sitting back on the bed.
Christophe held his breath as he stared at him, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as he looked Viktor over.
“Are you gonna kiss me or not?”
Christophe wasn’t sure if his brain was processing all of this properly, but before he knew it, he was situated in Viktor’s lap, his legs straddling his waist as he kissed him.
They’d never done more than this, mainly because Christophe had never done much of anything before he met Viktor, and yet, the more times he found himself here, with Viktor’s hands in his hair, and their bodies pressed up against each other, the harder it was to stop.
“Can I try something?” Christophe breathed as they broke apart, his lips sliding down to Viktor’s neck as his hands fumbled with unzipping his jacket, and reaching for his shirt. “Just–just relax, okay? I don’t know how good I’ll be at this, but…” His mouth trailed down Viktor’s chest, taking the way Viktor’s body arched toward him as a sign of encouragement. “You’re way too eager.” He laughed, looking up at him. “Hold still, I’m trying to go for gold here.” He froze, shaking his head as his face turned red.
“Just forget I said that, okay? It sounded sexier in my head.”
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“ my posture is good - right ?? ” she asks - better safe than sorry . don’t want to break anything or strain a muscle . she loved ice skating , but it’s been SUCH A WHILE since she’s done it . she mostly preferred dancing over it . viktor knew how to sort it out . thankfully she’s done ballet growing up - so it shouldn’t be much of a PROBLEM.
❛ NO ONE WANTS YOU when you have no heart -- and i'm sitting pretty in my brand new scars . ❜ // @russkiyzvezda : hallelujah .