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@wldbirds​  //   VIKTOR  &  YUURI  

❛     YUUSHA  . . .     you  don’t  look  like  you’re  enjoying  yourself.    ❜         soft  laughter  escapes  the  skater  as  he  leans  his  chin  into  his  palm  ,  baby  blues  eyeing  the  other.           ❛    you  didn’t  have  to  come  out  with  me  ,  you  know.        i  know  you’re  not  a  fan  of  my  drinking.    ❜

[singlethreads-a]

@wldbirds​  :  “  don’t touch me.  ” -  /   YUURI  &  VIKTOR 

YUURI  HAD  BEEN  UPSET  -------------------  viktor’s  first  line  of  comfort  was  to  try  &  distract  him  ;  how  ?     SEX.          usually  ,  it  worked.        but  this  time  ,  yuuri  snapped  at  him  ------  DON’T  TOUCH  ME  !   -------  the  phrase  was  enough  to  make  viktor  recoil  ,  eyes  going  wide  with  . . .    FEAR.      he’s  never  been  in  this  situation.          all  of  his  lovers  only  wanted  sex  from  him  -----  never  expected  emotional  intelligence.        but  yuuri  did  ,  because  yuuri  wasn’t  a  lover.       YUURI  WAS  A  PARTNER.        his  fiance  ,  to  be  exact.       

the  only  real  experience  with  a  partner  that  he  has  is  with  chris.        they  were  never  more  than  friends  ,  but  it  was  the  closest  example  viktor  had.        he  could  fix  chris’  mood  with  sex.       it  was  what  he’s  come  to  see  as  normal.         so  when  it  doesn’t  work  ----  &&  even  worse  ,  when  yuuri  actively  recoils  from  his  touch  . . . ?       IT  FEELS  PERSONAL.        like  he’s  done  something  wrong.        like  he  doesn’t  have  anything  to  offer  yuuri  here  because  he  has  no  idea  how  to  help  him. 

was  yuuri  going  to  leave  him  now  . . . ?        the  one  time  viktor  had  ever  said  no  to  sex  ,  chris  left  in  a  huff  ------------  was  this  the  same  . . . ?        that  fear  is  clear  in  viktor’s  expressive  gaze.         he  bites  his  lip  &  sits  back  on  his  knees  ,  simply  staring  ahead  at  yuuri.          the  logical  side  of  his  brain  tells  him  ITS  NOT  ABOUT  YOU  ,  VIKTOR.        yuuri’s  upset  ----  help  him.          but  . . .   how  ?         THE  FEAR  CREEPS  BACK  INTO  HIS  VEINS.           (     he  has  nothing  to  offer  yuuri.      stupid  boy.        how  long  did  you  think  you  could  keep  this  man  before  you  realize  how  useless  you  really  are  ?      )

he  swallows  the  lump  in  his  throat  &  glances  away.        ❛    please  don’t  leave  me  ,  ❜         he  whispers  ,  unable  to  meet  his  gaze  as  he  lets  his  vulnerability  show.         ❛    please  . . .  ❜        

[duskwolf]

@wldbirds​ SENT :⚠️  a text meant for someone else / TEXT STARTERS.

  [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 ] why do blondes drive bmw’s?   [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 ] ah wrong bloodsucker. wanted the dumb one, obviously.   [ TEXT MESSAGE → 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐞 ] unless you wanted to heart the punchline

[meddled-a]

@wldbirds​   //   s.c.

         they never had company. so far out in the country it was difficult to expect that anyone would want to make the journey. so when phillip heard gunning mention that there’s was a guest at the door, he was nothing if not baffled. he left the twins muttering to themselves as he bounded down that stairs. his gaze caught upon the image of a young woman with chestnut curls, and grey eyes that he could drown in. phillip gulped, trying to compose himself, feeling the heat at the base of his neck. there is a sense of chattering that is happening but he cannot make any sense of the words. he is far too disorientated to follow her train of thought. phillip cleared his throat, “ madam, “ he began, moving it to say it a bit louder this time. “ madam, er,  who are you ? ”

[walkpathe-arch]

@wldbirds​  (   jude   )  sent  :  ❝   i wish everybody knew what’s so great about you.   ❞    /    inbox clean up .

it’s  a  quiet  night  ,  just  the  two  of  them  sharing  their  own  little  space  while  they  cook  something  for  dinner  .  it’s  a  little  late  ,  but  neither  of  them  seems  to  mind  much  about  it  .  this  is  enough  ——  a  mantra  that  echoes  gently  around  willem’s  mind  ,  one  that  he  wouldn’t  let  out  through  gritted  teeth  ,  surely  not  right  now  ,  not  when  him  and  jude  work  around  each  other  so  naturally  ,  like  two  people  used  to  share  space  ,  even  one  that  doesn’t  offer  them  much  breathing  room  (    it’s  enough  ,  it’s  theirs  ,  it  doesn’t  matter  that  both  jb  and  malcolm  find  it  nothing  short  of  inhabitable  )  .

❛  but  jude  ,  i  don’t  need  everybody  else  to  know  .  you  are  enough  ——  you  and  jb  and  malcolm  .  ❜    they  love  him  ,  and  he  loves  them  in  turn  .  and  jude..    willem  would  be  content  to  shine  just  for  him  ,  to  be  great  in  his  eyes  alone  .  

[ouranking]

@wldbirds​ || Random Lyric Starter Call || Lyric Source

“What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine...Nothing could keep us apart..” He sang softly, not having a care in the world that there wasn’t any actual music playing as he made his way up to Haruhi. Tamaki couldn’t explain why he would struck with the sudden urge to woo them, but once he had the idea he couldn’t help but follow through. He even dared to reach out a hand towards them, hoping that maybe Haruhi would humor him just this once.

“No one can say what we get to be, so why don't we rewrite the stars? Maybe the world could be ours...Tonight.”

[lenorelosta]

@wldbirds​ asked:   ☾ - from Amara!

SEND A ☾ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

41.   “no, i’m sorry; i didn’t mean of it, i just got too lonely.”

[psychewrote]

        ❝  don’t  tell  anyone,  but  sometimes  when  i  pray,   i  fall  asleep.  ❞   her  brows  are  furrowed  but  she  looks  less  concerned  about  it  than  she  is  nonchalant.   orla  never  means  to  do  it,  but  sometimes  the  homily  is  just  too  long  and  draggy  for  her  attention  span  to  bear.   ❝  i  brought  it  up  in  confession  once,  but  i  think  father  took  a  wee  nap  in  his  side  of  the  confession  booth  while  i  was  going  on  about  it.  ❞

@wldbirds​  -  orla  for  philip !     starter  call.