TAKE IT SLOW

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a s m u t / s h i p p i n g m e m e

Some characters can't just rush into things, especially things like love or sex. These characters need a partner who will take things slow, explore each other fully before taking the leap. They need someone they can trust.

Can you be the one they need?

+ post your character, preferences, etc, with or without a prompt +
+ tag other characters, either replying to the prompt they supplied or supplying your own +
+ remember, just because you're taking it slow, doesn't mean you can both take the back seat +
+ be kind to one another, and patient +
+ enjoy +

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Katsuki Yuuri | Yuri!!! on Ice

[onice]

[bysurprise]

[It's been months already. They've put in so many hours of practice where sometimes they had to remind themselves to eat and get enough sleep as they could; he's seen Yuuri truly come into himself, and flourish far beyond even Viktor's expectations, and had more than just a medal to prove it. 'Proud' hardly even touches the way he feels about it all. While they've come so far in their personal relationship with one another; as coach and pupil, as friends, and into something more. There's still so much of the in between in their time together that's to come. They also still have a lot to learn.

That time has passed, yet also in a complete whirlwind. Who would have thought that the mysterious though cute guy at the banquet, who certainly put on quite the show, and left him utterly smitten, would have come to play such a largely significant role in his life, and how they were to come so far.

The very fact that Yuuri had moved to Russia was like a dream. It's been less than one week since then. They're going to be plenty busy even in the off season. The fact that Viktor will be competing again, while still coaching Yuuri, will prove to be a challenging, and a likely difficult one at that. But they both will put their all into it.

They're just leaving a café, hands clasped, when Viktor glances over.]

You know, the more I show you around, the more I'm realizing just how little I've really seen of my own home country. Although I'm glad, now, that I'm getting to do so like this.

[onice]

[ St. Petersberg is magnificent and magical, so different from the pictures he used to look up online as a child, to try and imagine what life was like there, half a world away. It still blows his mind if he stops to think about it— being in the city his idol considers home with said idol, moving in with Viktor and becoming part of his life in this new way, moreso than Viktor already had with him back in Hasetsu.

Yuuri worries (he always worries) that maybe coaching and competing simultaneously might prove to be too much for them both, but he wants to try his best, wants to cherish this once-in-a-lifetime chance he's been given and hold it close to his heart. It's only the beginning and there's still so much to do that it leaves Yuuri buzzing with a weird, unexplainable energy.

Yuuri squeezes Viktor's hand for a moment as if trying to ground himself in the moment, a pinch during a dream, his breath escaping in small white puffs. ]

Mm, it's really beautiful... I wanted to know all of your favorite spots, but I don't mind finding new places to explore with you.

[ He buries his face further into his scarf, a little embarrassed by that sentiment, of finding places that could now become theirs; doesn't it sound awfully cheesy? ]

[bysurprise]

[Viktor actually would have love to have taken him to St. Petersburg back when they were here for the Rostelecom, but the trek from Moscow was just too far during the little time they ultimately had. Not that there was anything bad about that. He already had it in his mind that they would some day come back, regardless of whether it was to actually move here or not.

He easily knows just how wild this must be for Yuuri. Viktor can practically see it in his eyes as they go about the city, and with each place they visit, taking plenty of pictures as they go.]

Well that café was one of them.

[He plays a little. At some point he'll take him to one that serves especially traditional dishes.

The only reason he honestly hasn't visited some of these places was all his doing. From a very young age, since beginning to skate, he poured every last minute into training. It swallowed up his life. There was nothing terrible about that, and he had succeeded in so many ways. Only, despite all public appearances and expectations, at some point he began to feel less drive. . . or maybe, he just felt empty. There's not an ounce of doubt that having Yuuri in his life had brought him back.]

We can continue, though, of course. [He pauses, as the thought suddenly comes to mind. It's more out of curiosity, rather than concern.] Did you ever get homesick in your time studying in America?

[onice]

[ He can't help getting excited about the sights. Probably the inner Japanese tourist finally popping out. Plus, Phichit was constantly badgering him for more photos and to actually make use of his social media. His Instagram has never been this active, but Yuuri figures it's because he's attracted Viktor's fans to his page as well. ]

Um, yeah. Detroit is so different from Hasetsu, you know? And I never found a place that made decent enough Japanese food.

[ Yuuri thinks back to his return to Hasetsu, back to his small and sleepy town, after so, so long. After five years spent refining his skills, balancing schoolwork and skating, fumbling through exchanges in carefully practiced English. Going back to Hasetsu after bombing at the Grand Prix Finals and the disastrous Nationals felt a lot like defeat and that soured his first few weeks resettling into his home.

Now thinking of Hasetsu brings up so many new memories, spent with Viktor and Makkachin. ]

I probably missed my dog the most.

[bysurprise]

[It does make sense. He chuckles a little with the remark about food, although it's also unfortunate to consider another truth: ]

Japanese food isn't the most common around here, either.

[Maybe that's why he was so thrilled and pleased upon trying katsudon for the first time, among other things, as he continued to live with Yuuri.]

We can find somewhere, though, no matter how far away it might be.

[. . . Granted it might not be up to par with what Yuuri actually expects. But that's something to consider later.]

I'll miss it.

[He ends up saying, giving Yuuri's hand a squeeze in turn. Along with Yuuri's family and friends, Hasetsu had become more of a home than Russia really ever had been. Or maybe more of what real home should be. He knows that they'll be sure to visit often, though.]

Ah. The one you named after me, right?

[He's teasing. It's cute, though.]

[onice]

I can make some too, if we can get our hands on some ingredients.

[ That's how he had to make due in Detroit. Thankfully, America has enough of an affinity for Japanese food that they'll stock key items in their "ethnic foods" aisle or if one was really lucky, they live near an Asian market. He's not sure how it is here in Russia. ]

It probably won't be good as back home, but...

[ Yuuri practically squeaks and blooms red at Viktor's teasing question. ]

I-I never— gah, mom probably told you, didn't she—?!

[ He huffs, tugging on Viktor's hand and stomping towards the building Viktor lives in. He's too embarrassed to look back even as they climb the stairs, but he doesn't let go. ]

Derek Lockwood | Original | OTA

[doctricis]

Tessanne Garrett | OC | F/M

[tessanne]

[Pardon her rust, but open to all kinds of ideas.]

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret | Final Fantasy XV | M/F

[lux_in_tenebris]

Lagbi AU is go o/

[ghostlife]

[ Okay, so that whole get out in a month plan? Yeah, that didn't happen. He hated to admit it, but Hanzo was right. This place was fucked up, and Dean hates himself for how stupid he was, for thinking maybe, just once, he'd be allowed a little peace and happiness for a change instead of another case of kidnapping and abuse and human fucking trafficking. He hates himself for not seeing it sooner, for all the people he manipulated trying to save his own damn skin, for all the ones he lost. He hates himself just the way he used to, basically. And he's done. He's done playing the stupid fucking game. There's not much about his last three months in this place that he doesn't regret. In fact, he can almost count them on one hand.

But Lunafreya's one of them. He's slept around and drank too much, gotten high and wasted too many days, but she was always like a light in the darkness, like the north star, bright and familiar and never changing, and too good to touch. He's not sure he'd call her a friend because he hasn't done much of anything for her to earn that title. But he likes talking to her, likes seeing her. When it'd be so damn easy to just take a bottle to his room and lock the door... It's a little harder, but it feels better to go to her instead.

She's probably getting used to it, that knock on her door so late in the night that he should be ashamed, that every time he has to apologize for waking her. But even more than the alcohol or the drugs or the sex... It's her company he keeps coming back to. And the most surprising thing about this place, for all its surprises... is she keeps opening that door and letting him. ]

Hi. Sorry. You know me... Couldn't sleep. Figured I'd wake somebody up so it wasn't just my problem.

[ He says the same thing every time, makes the same stupid joke. It's not a lie, but that doesn't make it less of an excuse. ]

let's do this \o\

[lux_in_tenebris]

[As always, Lunafreya ushers him into her room, having somewhat expected his visit. There is a rolled out mat on the floor, beside her bed, with a small wastebasket next to it, in case he needs to vomit from drinking too much. She understands his reasons for doing what he does, even if she can’t condone all of his actions. His desperation to return home is being taken advantage of, by whomever kidnapped them to this station. In the beginning, Dean had used some of his manipulative tactics on her too, until they moved past it and started to respect each other.

Lunafreya certainly considers him more than a mere acquaintance, but they haven’t really defined the depths of their bond. Their relationship isn’t a sexual one; she has only filled out a few spaces on her card, since her initial arrival. She cares for him, somewhat similar to how she might look after her dear brother, but the feelings aren’t exactly the same. Not that she intends to say anything to Dean about them, anytime soon… There are a few things she is still trying to figure out, for herself.

If there is anything he can rely on in this world, it’s her support, no matter what he has done. Years of harsh imprisonment had exposed the former princess to more subject matters than she truly wants to know. Discreetly, Lunafreya sniffs him, trying to detect any lingering scents of alcohol on his breath or hair. It’s best if she knows the extent of his condition, so that she can properly prepare herself.]

Perhaps I should start maintaining a supply of sleeping medication. [She quips in a light tone, with a small smile to match. Every night ends differently for them. Once they’re both seated, she places a hand onto his arm, in an attempt to offer comfort.] What is troubling you, Dean?

[ghostlife]

[ He'd tried to hide it from her, at first. Back before they really knew each other, before they knew where their boundaries were with each other, before they got comfortable just being around each other. Dean always tries to be the responsible one, always in control of himself and everything he can be around him. Weakness is dangerous, he knows that. He used to think she was weak and he was protecting her, but now three months and almost as many bingo cards later, he's starting to see it might've always been the other way around.

And fuck, that's screwed up. He screwed up. And still here's Lunafreya, letting him in even though he stinks like beer and whiskey and sex, making kind jokes and sitting with him, putting her hand on his arm like a sunburn that'll warm, and then ache, and then peel away new. That's all he wants, is those sunlight hands on him. ]

Oh, you know. The usual.

[ He chuckles his answer, a rough, humorless sound, and lets himself wrap his arms around her waist and lean against her, more and more until he's barely on the bed and his head is in her lap like a dog whose master's been going for days and just got back, like all he wants is her hands petting him, like he'd just sink into her skin if he could. ]

I could move now, they told me. Again. Got enough credits to get a new place, a couple times over.

[lux_in_tenebris]

[It took two completed cards before she found out what he was upset about. Dean had already earned enough credits to acquire a ticket home, and yet... they never became available. It felt as though they were being tricked into performing these acts, only to not receive what was promised. His frustration is completely justified, and if he wanted to revolt against the ones in charge, Lunafreya might not object, this time.

Strange, how endearing Dean becomes, once intoxicated. With just a slight crinkle of her nose at the smell, Lunafreya accepts his embrace and moves back on the bed to give him more room. One hand cradles his cheek while the other runs through his hair, gently stroking the short strands. He probably doesn't want to hear a lecture right now, and she respects him enough to wait until he is sober again. This type of behavior is self-destructive, and she can't allow him to sink deeper into ruin.]

Would you like to move into a new place? Somewhere more spacious, perhaps?

[She sits with him for a while, giving him time to vent as much as he needs, and reorient his senses. He definitely smells like he could use a shower... Coaxing him to stand up, Lunafreya tugs on his hand, making a gesture toward the bathroom.] Come. Let us clean you up.

[ghostlife]

[ Of all the things Dean's done on Lagunbiru, all the messed up, unforgivable kind of secrets he won't admit to anyone... Somehow, this one always feels the rawest, the most unforgivable. Just stumbling into Luna's life and pushing himself in her hands, taking that comfort for himself. If he'd fucked her the first time he met her and ruined her that way, let her hate him for it when he never called her again... That would've been easier, less selfish than this. But he does it anyway. He keeps coming back, and she keeps indulging him. And it just feels so good in her lap and under the sweet pull of her fingers through his hair, like he wasn't breathing up until then, like every time he's out of this room, he's underwater, drowning, and all he gets are these gasps of fresh air.

He grumbles something noncommittal in response at first, lulled into closing his eyes by the rhythmic pet of her hands, heavy and lazy and still whiskey-warm. He doesn't really want to talk about it. He's not sure why he brought it up other than it was aching him, and it feels better to say it to somebody, like bleeding an infected wound. He doesn't need to vent, not really, not when she's holding him and smelling good.

It really takes some coaxing to get Dean to move away from that kind of peace. He's heavy and lazy and he grumbles about it, but he's also in her debt in ways he couldn't even start to count. So he doesn't put up a fight, just complaints as he stumbles back up to standing and lets her pull him along. ]

Am I bleeding?

[ He asks along the way, because he can't remember getting hit with anything, but why else would he need to be cleaned? ]

Alec Lightwood | Shadowhunters | m/m

[breakmotion]

Grace Ford | OC | M/F

[barre_none]

Ardyn Izunia || FFXV || ota

[maledictus_semper]

Uchiha Itachi :: Naruto :: OTA

[counterintel]

Lisette Collins Cath | OC with SPN ties | OTA

[wingsmakethebestcomforter]

[she's also got 5 kids under the age of 10, a less-than-amicable divorce and a full time job, ENJOY]

Kusakabe Hikaru | Doukyuusei | M/M

[zgok]

Morgana | Merlin / Arthurian | OTA

[lefey]

jyn erso || rogue one || f/m

[made_of_stars]

Winter Schnee|RWBY|ota

[snowldier]

Kara Danvers • Supergirl

[ex_clobbers559]