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SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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˙*⊹ . · * ˙. · ⊹ . * — @hexatomb liked this post for a starter!

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❅ —   “oh, hello. would you care for a photo? my, you’re rather pale -- perhaps we shouldn’t use this lighting, it may wash you out--”

#hexatomb#; ( i didn't want to be too specific bc i want you to use whatever muse you want to ! )#; ( i'm also setting this before canon ok )#𝓥⟶ ⌫: все это теперь в прошлом. | ⸨ɪᴛ's ᴀʟʟ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴜs ɴᴏᴡ.⸩#❅: я никогда не знал незнакомца!! | i've never known a stranger!! (ᴜɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ)
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Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, when you are done tag up to ten people and also tag the person who tagged you.

tagged by: my darling dear @dilectione tagging: idk no one bc i was 20 days late on this

A - Age:  20 B - Biggest fear: i have crippling emetophobia. C - Current time: 12:17pm D - Drink you last had: vanilla coke E - Every day starts with: a fucking groan before rolling out of bed and choking back sobs bc i am awake F - Favourite song: hmm....... a lot...... but i guess this one for right now. G - Ghosts, are they real: yeah def I - In love with: my wonderful friends for being the wonderful beautiful people they are K - Killed someone: no L - Last time you cried: yesterday M - Middle name: regulus N - Number of siblings: christ....... 7.  O - One wish: to be loved truly for being me and to return that love??? i dunno; a nice happy healthy valid relationship P - Person you last called/texted: my pal kat Q - Question you are always asked: how much did your industrial hurt  R - Reasons to smile: the aliens are coming for us S - Song last sang: this one lmao T - Time you woke up: 8am. U - Underwear colour: (i dont fucking wear underwear lmao ) V - Vacation destination: iceland W - Worst habit: picking/biting my nails and lips X - X-Rays you’ve had: chest, foot, back, hand Y - Your favourite food: oreos Z - Zodiac sign: taurus

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˙*⊹ . · * ˙. · ⊹ . * — yuri and victoria :

✖︎                Ooh, what an angry man. An idle hand lands upon the head of her companion, fingers brushing through the blond locks of Victoria’s kitten. She feels her lips press into a smile, threatening a grin at Viktor’s obvious distrust. A blind man could see the dependence and obedience Yuri emitted, his arms wrapped around her waist and plush cheek pressing to the bone underneath.
       Nails idled about the flesh of his ear, fingertips tracing the shell of cartilage. Bumps of scar tissue from their play adorn his body, where needles once punctured pale flesh and blood spilled from his obedient body. For now, Victoria allows Yuri to bask in his own need, hazel never leaving the expanse of silvered hair and ice-blue irises. Viktor. 
       “My goodness. I’m sorry you feel that way,” Victoria murmurs, a lock of blond twisting between her fingers. Her tone bodes no emotion to his concern - she is not sorry at all. 
       “I suppose I should have left him to your care, then?” Her head tilts, bottle blond hair pooling to one shoulder. “Why, that was my first idea as well, Viktor. I considered coming into contact with you - he wasn’t my problem, I truly had no need nor desire to care for another human being. But, you see, Yuri hated you.
       “Yuri requested your distance from us. See, you continued to dance about the world with your beloved husband - his replacement, I assume? - while my friend was left to face his burdens alone. Such an adult world you had thrust him into, Viktor; promising him **routines** and coaching in exchange for his obedience. He had done everything you asked of him, and yet, you had only given him a piece of your promise. You pushed him to the absolute limits of bodily and mental health, and where did that lead him?
       “Miss Baranovskaya… does that name sound of familiarity, Viktor?” 
       White flashes beneath pale lips. The woman at the core of Yuri’s hurt - ah, what Victoria would give for an hour of her time. But the man before them, yes, he was just as evil. Magazines would publish laminated photographs of the married couples’ vacations across the world. Paparazzi snaps of them kissing along the ocean in Cuba, post-competition snapshots of their gold medals side-by-side. Through the six years of their companionship, Victoria never once required concern towards his location. Perhaps accepting his death was easier than putting effort into others. 
       “You left him no choice, did you not?” Victoria questions, her fingers long since stilled against Yuri’s head. “You abandoned your beloved competitor for a fresh piece of meat with a new skill set. You flew across the sea and stayed in his family’s hotel. Yet, I see you couldn’t let Yuri go - you dangled carrots atop his head, promising if he jumped across fire and ice, he would receive his treat. And that resulted with his heartbreak - you handed your friend to the devil.”
       Hazel abandons the blue expanse of Viktor’s gaze. Victoria sighs, bored, allowing stiff fingers to warm against Yuri’s skin. “Not that I care. I never had to bother with hiding him. I saw you entered the States for competition, but you left without even extending a single concern to his location. Not even a headline asking others to keep their eyes open. Housing him was as easy as letting a friend stay the night.
       “Yuri is different because_ you _hadn’t the care to find him.” Victoria’s voice goes cold - her smile widens, and she looks up to Viktor once more, eyes widening by a minute measure for emphasis.
       “He is alive. He is healthy. He is warm, clothed, and given warm meals thrice a day. Be thankful for his existence, Nikirorov - without me, your friend would be ground meat smeared across the Pulaski Skyway. His life would have ended, all because YOU failed him.” 
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❅ —  the russian had heard the quiet mewls coming from around victoria’s waist; the confessions of lust and admiration from the younger, along with the pleas of мамочка. it really only turned his stomach more, and he felt a burning within him that begged to spread like wildfire.              and he was prepared to spread it.             however, the voice of a petite french woman soon brought about his hesitation. he scowled down at her, unable to look at yuri in his piteous form, reluctant to listen at all to the snarky tone that cut through the empty apartment like a knife. however, he finally became attentive, exhausted mind registering just what words that voice held.              yuri hated him.             viktor nikiforov had hardly ever been a hated man — lonely, maybe, but hated? the scowl that had contorted his features relaxed, and his set jaw fell to something expressionless. with every phrase and attack that victoria spat at him, his eyes widened just a fraction more as the weight on his chest grew heavier. his breath increased. sweat gathered on his brow.              he swallowed, hands now shaking at his sides as he brought them up to smooth away the damp silvery tresses that stuck to his forehead, more thin now than they had ever been. he doesn’t interrupt the woman’s tirade. he doesn’t have the energy nor the heart to. he knows. it’s true.             it’s true it’s true it’s true.             there’s a moment of deadly silence, something tense and dangerous between victoria’s last words and his first. he wants to say it. he wants to say so much. he takes a deep breath and chokes back something between a sob and a cry for help, finally turning away from the pair in a flurry of feeling. eyes that were akin to the ocean had grown stormy and dark as they settled on the wedding photo that hung from the wall. so fragile. so transient.             so breakable.             without a second thought, his fist is through the glass, the shards scattering around him like celebratory fireworks. he can’t see through his tears. everything is a blur and everything is just too much, and he knows his hand is bloody and bruised but god why did it even matter anymore? he had lost yuri and then he had lost yuuri and now.             now he had finally lost himself.             he sinks to the floor, the crunch of broken memories beneath him hardly audible over his gasps and wheezes. he buries his face in his hands, sobbing like a child.             “do you think i intended to let him go? the boy was dead. the media, yakov, lilia, mila for christ’s sake said that he had left a note. i could’ve gone! i could’ve searched, i fucking know it,” he barks to the glass beneath him, battered fists pounding into hardwood despite it all. “but i had felt responsible. i knew what i had done was wrong. i knew i had killed him.”             he finally looks back up, hair askew and looking more aged that he ever had, cerulean pools still shimmering with tears and undeniable kindness as they met hazel once more. “but i had never meant to,” he nearly pleads, “i had never meant to hurt him. he was everything i wished i could be at that age. so full of fire. so full of life. his wings hadn’t been clipped the way mine were. he filled me with hope.”             he scrapes himself off the ground, tears streaking his porcelain cheeks as he recalls it all, and once he’s finally unfurled himself like an easter lily that had bloomed too soon, he sighs, fully accepting the winter that came to finally freeze him to death.             “i was selfish,” he says, voice soft and raspy with emotion, “and i forgot about the dreams i’d instilled on a boy who never needed me. on the boy who we both knew would surpass me, would make my accomplishments a joyous memory for all of russia to behold. i knew he didn’t need me to be his coach.”             his eyes settle on the photo that now lay tattered in a mess of blood, wood, and glass. “but i saw a man who did, and i chased the one thing that had ever made me feel truly alive.” he reaches out, caressing his husband’s cheek, wondering what on earth yuuri nikiforov could possibly be smiling about. still, he smiles back, tears splattering on the portrait like blood. like a crime scene.              “i never caught it though.” 

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˙*⊹ . · * ˙. · ⊹ . * — yuuri !!

The affection earns Viktor a sleepy grin of his own. Instinctually, Yuuri leans more of his weight onto the other man. It comes naturally to him, taking his movements as cues for his own, welcoming this closeness. The contact has lulled him into a state of semi-consciousness- where the world at large has faded, and all that remains is Viktor and the reassuring feeling of his touch.
Although he is teasing, what Viktor says is true. At his most vulnerable, somehow, he’s let the other in. He’s exposed parts of himself that he keeps tightly guarded, keeps locked away deep within himself for fear of judgement. The world has not been kind to him, and Yuuri has grown weary because of it. Only a handful of people have seen him like this- on the edge of sleep, his carefully constructed demeanor cast aside. 
“If I had known you were this comfortable, I would have agreed sooner.” 
He likes the idea that, maybe, he’ll be able to show Viktor more of himself. 

❅ — “i’m very comfortable... or at least, that’s what i’ve been told,” he chuckles. it takes a bit of effort to peek down at yuuri. he’s sort of in his blind spot. still, viktor tries his hardest and does succeed somewhat. he can see the younger’s eyes are closed, long and dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he tries to hold his eyes open just a few moments longer.              it tugs at viktor’s heart. he nearly feels faint with all the loops his stomach ties itself in. he is filled with the overwhelming urge to kiss him, as if they hadn’t already kissed before, though that was nearly a year ago and yuuri was just too drunk to recall it. maybe yuuri would never give him the time of day if he were sober. he did run any time viktor tried to seduce him, acting all bashful when viktor knew firsthand how brash the other could be. he had countless hickeys the next day to prove it.             so this... this sweet, innocent prince that dawdled onto his shoulder was something entirely different, yet something that viktor desired and loved just the same.              so he hesitated. mostly because yuuri was not awake enough to give him explicit consent, and if he asked the younger would probably react the way he always did... which was, well, scrambling away as fast as possible.             “hn,” he sighed softly, then closed his eyes, deciding falling asleep with yuuri was better than nothing at all. after all, this was the furthest he’d made it so far in regards to getting to know the man. he would take his time; as much as yuuri needed.

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˙*⊹ . · * ˙. · ⊹ . * — june ??

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      He is hesitant to curl his frigid fingers about the other man’s knuckles when the warmth from the other man’s hand runs through his own, but he’s unsteady at his best today and he needs an anchor to settle him gracelessly upon the ice (where blades that had once kissed the world’s stage suddenly feel so very foreign to him). So the rigid pads of his fingertips press gingerly against the back of Viktor’s hand because he’s afraid he’s pushing his luck just a tad too far right now (and his mind screams caution in the same breathe his worn muscles do, but their pleas fall on deaf ears for the moment).
      But his already meek gaze falters a bit more when Viktor speaks, and he comes to realize the gold medalist has no intention of letting go. His eyes might have remained glued between the haunting comfort of the marred ice and the awkward heat pressed into his palm (because he’s not used to touch) if he hadn’t been dragged back to his senses by the tug of tiny hands upon his coat and the chirps of children who are far too eager to hang off of both of them. He’s surprised he is capable of maintaining his balance, but he shrugs it off (no point in worrying anyone) for a sheepish smile that reads something akin to ‘I’m sorry, they’re just excited’.
      “I can’t say I have either,” he admits with a breathless laugh. Skating with someone, and tugging along a chain of clumsy children are two completely different things (at least when he stumbled with the children he had an excuse). But despite the lingering thought, he still offers a subdued (perhaps even a bit timid), but sincere smile to the other man. “I hope I won’t let you down.” And he says it a bit carelessly; a bit jokingly, but he would be the first to admit he’s terrified of bringing the other man tumbling into the ice with him should he fall (because these blades are sharp and dangerous and he would know that better than most).
        He can’t offer Viktor the same look of reassurance that he’s given, but he’s not quite as clumsy as he would have assumed. He’s not exactly performing with effortless grace either, but he’s keeping up well enough to make it seem like his sleek skates suit him (if only barely). His right leg drags slightly (and it’s an ugly, mutilated thing to behold, but sheltered by the thick fabric of his pants it looks a tad bit less hideous than it truly is), but he doesn’t mind as much as he should when he lifts his head in an attempt to meet the other man’s gaze. 
         “Thank you, Viktor.” It’s a soft mummer than can barely be heard above the bubbly laughter of the children trailing after them. They’re thrilled, he’s aware, and it manages to keep the genuine smile stretched across his smooth lips, as he squeezes the other man’s hand just a bit tighter. 
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❅ — june’s face contorted into something that was a mix of endearment and apology. viktor doesn’t mind the children whatsoever, and he doesn’t mind their instructor’s hesitation either. his jokes were feeble, the Russian was certain, and the way his eyes followed the ice beneath him made it hard to believe that he ever stood on the competitive stage. the elder male only held his hand a little tighter.            carnelian eyes met his then, only briefly, to thank him softly. the children around them giggled and squealed with delight as they played, but the quiet words of gratitude were the loudest at that moment. viktor’s expression softened, giving the instructor a smile that was best described as serene.           “thank you for your courage,” he replies, slowing his gait to accommodate june just a bit more. he mimics his step sequence, noting the way his right leg trails behind just a half-step or so. “you skate beautifully,” he adds, “and you already have so many of adoring fans.”            he chuckles, the kids still hanging at the end of his tailcoat. he hardly minds. this is more human contact than he’s had in years, and it feels very warm and hopeful, allowing him to momentarily forget just how much his own wings had been clipped by a sport they both adored.

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