#my yoi fic

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

For some time, I have been noticing that the engagement this blog receives in forms of likes & reblogs is quite contrary to its intended purpose. So, it's time for a little poll:

Please only vote when you follow this blog. I'm trying to find out if my suspicion is true, and if that's the case, I will try to adjust my content in order to reach the audience I had hoped to interact and form relationships with when I made this account.

This poll will be open for one week. I will reblog it daily to reach as many of my followers as possible (sorry for the annoyance in advance!).

#my yoi meta #my yoi fic #jen's mind vomit #please do not reblog #I don't want to manually turn reblogs on/off every time I reblog this

[autisticlancemcclain]

“C’mere, squirt.”

The great pine forests of East Texas have been, for the most part, miraculously spared of Empire destruction. The American Southwest was largely destroyed, along with countless other hugely important geographic landmarks on Earth, but East Texas — and all the memory it holds — seems to have fared just fine.

They will rebuild, anyways.

His son straightens immediately at Keith’s gentle beckoning and toddles over, climbing on top of his bent knee. He smiles softly, placing a balancing hand on his back — his palm spans the entirety of the kid’s back, holy shit, he’s so tiny, how was Keith ever placed in charge of something so tiny — and uses the other to point at a brown smudge high up in a Loblolly. Cory squints. Out of the corner of his eye, Keith sees Lance press his hands to his face and muffle a scream. Goober.

“That’s a red-tailed hawk,” he murmurs. “That’s the bird you hear in movies.”

Cory hums in understanding, although he probably doesn’t. They don’t watch a lot of movies. Keith once read about how detrimental screens are for developing children in one of Shiro’s many parenting books, so they don’t watch a lot of T.V. (Back when Cory wasn’t even with them yet, and Keith was panicking nightly. Lance had to fish all their devices from the garbage. It was a time.)

“Caw,” says Cory sagely. Keith snorts.

“Yes, buddy. Caw. If you sit real still, the bird might even move.” He hears the echo of his father’s voice, decades old, in the back of his mind; a memory, frayed at the edges, of Keith in this very forest, held in the same way he’s holding his own son, listening his Pa quietly name all the birds and rocks and trees. Hanging on his every word, even though he didn’t get it all. The smell of the pine trees, the rumble of Pa’s low voice. He swallows the lump in his throat, brushing a kiss into Cory’s hair. “That’d be cool, huh?”

Cory babbles something Keith can’t understand. A sticky hand comes up to pat Keith on the cheek, making him smile despite the sting of his eyes. “Daddy, caw. Birdie! Caw.”

Keith turns his head to press a kiss to Cory’s palm. He giggles. Keith wiggles his eyebrows, blowing a raspberry, just to make him laugh harder. The pain in his chest begins to loosen, ever so slightly.

He catches Lance’s gaze over Cory’s head, and takes the time to memorize his dark eyes all over again. Lance lets him. He always does, even though it makes him blush and fidget, lets Keith trace his thumb along his lash line and study the flecks of Earth brown and ash black in his eyes, of sun gold and deep amber; he likes Keith’s attention on him as much as he refuses to admit it.

That’s Lance, though. Tries with every inch of him to be cool and mysterious and suave and can’t manage to save his life. His twitchy enthusiasm sparks in everything he touches, no matter how hard he tries.

When he started digging through Keith’s collection of atlases and running around the house with stacks of blankets and sleeping bags and camping supplies, Keith had said, “Planning something, sweetheart?” and Lance had stuck out his tongue and responded, “Blah blah, nosy.” But Shiro had texted him to let him know that Lance had asked for Keith’s old photos, and one day Keith caught him with a bulletin board and dozens of pins of pictures of pine trees and booking receipts and dorky sticky notes until Lance screeched and kicked him out.

Lance is bad at secrets. And he is a dorky and kind weeper who loves to do anything but mind his own business and muddle things up.

And Keith knew that all when he married him, and loved him for it then, too.

“Hey, mijo,” Lance suggests, “how would you like to sit on daddy’s shoulders so you can see the birdies better?”

Cory gasps, looking rapidly between his parents. He bounces excitedly in Keith’s lap, attempting his own cawing noises, pointing up at the nest.

Keith smiles wider, quickly swiping under his eyes before straightening. He shifts his hold on Cory and winks at his husband, who rolls his eyes in fond understanding, and then his tilts the boy back until he’s giggling, leaning in close until their noses are brushing.

“Munchkin,” he says, playfully nipping the tip of his nose, “you know how you can get even closer to the birds?”

Cory gasps. “How, Daddy, how?”

Lance chuckles. When Keith glances over at him, his smile is so wide it forces his eyes near shut. Keith’s chest aches, it aches so good, and the little Keith that lives in his chest holding himself tightly and swallowing past the perpetual lump in his throat is soothed and comforted and held lovingly. Something cracks and heals in his heart.

“Like this!” Keith shouts through all the emotions bubbling up all over him, and tosses his son in the air, careful not to go too high out of his reach.

Cory shrieks with laughter, tiny fingers scrabbling for purchase on Keith’s jacket on his way down. Keith hardly lets him settle before he’s tossing him up again, higher this time, laughter louder and squealing. The bird has long since flown away, disturbed by the sound, and probably every other animal within a thirty foot radius. But Keith can’t bring himself to care. The bugs can’t move far, and no doubt Cory will want to dig around for worms with his Papa like always. (Keith knows for a fact that Lance has three spades in his backpack and several see-through containers.)

For now, he has time to toss his son in the air. He has time to lean into the hand his husband slides into his back pocket. He has time to smell the pine trees, to think of his father, to feel the bounce of packed Earth under his feet.

To the tiny him that lives buried in his chest, he whispers, we made it, ace.

———

keith and cory in the forest

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEE #THANK YOY MOTH!!!!! #vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #established klance #married klance #dad keith #dad lance #keith is good with kids #fluff #keith angst #cory kogane-mcclain #baby klance #my writing #fic #longpost #brown eyed lance #soft klance #soft keith #soft lance

[dorliart]

Crowley sat atop the stone, staring out where the horizon met the tops of trees, and where the chalk hills rolled beyond them. An unlit cigarette rolled between his fingers, as if he couldn't decide if he wanted it or not.

When he was close enough, Aziraphale cleared his throat. "Hello," he started, throat going tight at the sound of his own voice amidst the quiet fields and trees. "It's me."

"Hi, angel. He looked back at him, noting the plate, and hesitated a moment before he tapped the spot at his right. "Sit for a minute?"

Sometimes there's moments in stories that just stick in your brain because they're so good. This was one of these moments.

From the incredibly lovely Divine Restoration and Repairs 🌿

by @sylwritesstuff and skimmingthesurface

Also I thought this would lend itself well to being a picture they hung up at some point, writing notes under it and of course, bickering.

Also hi, if you see this skim, yes I referenced your sims build as closely as I possibly could and tried to get all the details I could find. It’s very lovely.

#das my art #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #art #good omens fanart #ineffable partners #fanart #ineffable spouses #also TUMBLR STOP NERFING THE QUALITY I EVEN GSVE YOU JPEGS WHAT DO YOI WANT #good omens art #digital art #good omens au #and also go read the fic it is so fucking good #the only fic this long that I’ve reread actually #and with DELIGHT

[ourchunkysalsa]

viktor nikiforov you have so many problems we will just have to guess about forever but at least you’ll always be the gayest man that has ever graced our screens #amen

#my fave theory is that he has no trauma he’s just like that #i know it’s not true but it’s funny #tbh that probs would been ice ado #so we dodged a bullet #anyway reply w your fave yoi fics #need them bad rn #yuri on ice #viktor nikiforov #yoi #ice adolescence #chunky salsa speaks

[bullsfish]

"Yuuri only knows one person who had hair like that: Victor Nikiforov was sitting on the stairs leading to Yuuri’s flat, waiting for him."

Commission for @neutronstarchild 's fic The Changing Winds.

#Yoi #Victor Nikiforov #viktor nikiforov #Victuuri #Yoi fic #Yoi art #Yoi fan art #Yoi anniversary #yuuri on ice #Yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #My art

[dolotonglo]

while i think we all knew that this day was coming, i still chose, for seven years, not to give up hope. i put my faith in mappa and the yuri on ice team and while i'm not surprised by the cancellation, i'm still so dissapointed.

listen, i understand. there were a lot of factors that made production and release hard. it wasn't meant to be. i get it. but it still hurts. i still think we deserved clearer communication on this.

yuri on ice was a major part of my life for so long. that show opened my eyes to healthy queer relationships and made me realize that i was queer myself. watching the episodes as they came out and debriefing them with my friends was the highlight of my week. i have consumed fanworks from incredibly, astoundingly talented artists. i have created fanworks. i have talked to and connected with so many amazing people, all because of this show.

yuri on ice got me through the darkest points of my life. when shit hit the fan, i'd curl up in bed, wrapped in my blanket from hot topic, and loop the soundtrack to ground myself. yuri on ice has been there for every major turning point in my life, and comforted me through it.

although more recently i haven't been as involved in the fandom, it's still so, so dear to me. i'm sitting here, writing this, surrounded by yoi merch i've collected over the years. keychains, plushues, stickers. i'm blowing my nose with tissues from my makkachin tissue holder.

...it's just so surreal that the movie has finally been put to rest. but i'm happy to have known and loved this fandom, and i will carry these memories with me, always.

#this is my yoi heritage post #i owe these boys everything honestly #i was going through my docs recently and i have a mountain of yoi fics that never went anywhere haha #maybe i'll polish up some old wips and post them soon... #we'll see #also mutuals SORRY FOR THE YOI SPAM HAHA #ill b back 2 my regular ace attorney yapping soon ❤️ #just needed a minute to grieve #yoi #yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #ice adolescence #iceado #mappa #mannn fuck yall fr this #we deserved this news at least 4 yrs ago

[buttercup-yoi]

2.5k, Victuuri, E rating

#my fic #yoi #victuuri

[muttthecowcatridesagain]

Updated one of my yoi fics

I may have been motivated by spite but I updated A Voice Weeping in the Distance after *checks notes* uh . . . 7 years

whoo

Check it out on Ao3

He was sitting in the stands, then, watching Victor Nikiforov skate his winning program. And as Victor finished his program, spinning fast and halting with his back arched and his arms thrown over his head, Yuuri felt . . . hate. Hate. It was from his soulmate. Yuuri’s hands shook. He balled them into fists. His soulmate hated Victor Nikiforov.

#yuri on ice #yoi #yoi fic #victuuri #victuuri fic #my fic

[arom-antix]

I will never not be insane for wizards, magic, ice and badass Yuuri

@blended-ice Thank you, besiyr, for indulging me and being just as normal as me about this

Obligatory Viktor reaction:

#for those wondering yes theres lore #we were on something one night and well #wizard yuuri and viktor #also #READ EQUIVALENT EXCHANGE BY WRITINGFROMTHESHADOWS ON AO3 YOU WILL NOT REGRET IT #i swear that fic altered the molecular structure of my brain #anyway about the art #there really isnt much to say its just badass yuuri which is great on principle #listen it's all in the post #thats it #thats all there is to it #but i did try a completely new rendering style where almost everything was just the same layer all the way through #rough sketch refined sketch rendering everything was made by just refining right on top of what was there #the glowing bits are separate because i cant have more than one effect per layer >:[ #BUT it was still a very fun way to work and great practice for things to come (o).(o) #also besiyr i will do that design illustration for both and not even a lifetime of projects will stop me #the wizard bois are too important #oh and what is yuuri attacking? you decide #yuri on ice #yoi #yuri on ice fanart #yoi fanart #fanart #art #arom antix art #arom antix #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov

[leiandroid]

day three - if i was you, i'd wanna be me too collab with fic by kawwwaritai + a bonus 4th illustration within the fic !

“Hell, yeah, I’d wanna be me too!” He yells to the nearest bystander who, oh, shit, happens to be that kid. 

The kid who, he notices way too late, is already looking upset, and now that Yuri’s gloated in his face, is starting to cry. His stomach lurches. And oh, shit, his English sucks, but he’s pretty sure the attendant is admitting to Otabek that the kid had been trying for the bear all day. 

read on AO3 🍁 @yurisbirthdaybash

#YBB2024 #otayuri #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #yuri on ice #yoi #my art #leiandroid #part 3 of 3 done #plus an extra 4th in the fic ;) #the bonus illustration will be exclusive to the fic for a little while :) #and that's the event done !!! #claps and back pats all around #until the next one #thank you claire for entertaining my silly ideas and making this into such a cute little mess for the boys <3

[thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai]

This is my one-shot for @pennamepersona for @yurionice-secretsanta. I poured all my love for YOI and quite some symbolism into it. hope you like it! 💜💙

(link below)

Summary:

One day in early summer, Yuuri takes Viktor to a special place in the hillside of Hasetsu. But what started off as a trip to show Viktor the area, soon turns into a journey of mutual understanding and long-sought realisations... This one-shot foreshadows a detail about Yuuri's gala programme...

This story has:

⛸️ character & relationship study ⛸️ Japanese flower language as the main theme ⛸️ summer of mutual pining ⛸️ canonical soulmates ⛸️ feelings realisations ⛸️ a very lovely setting ⛸️ dorks in love

read the story here:

Some notes on what inspired me to write this story below the keep reading tag because they might spoil the reading experience:

When I thought about a topic to write about that I hadn't yet explored in canon and that meets the criteria I was given, this idea suddenly came up because it focuses on the characters and their relationship and foreshadows why they picked blue and purple for their matching costumes (and the light!) in the ending of episode 12 based on that. I once read that those costumes were inspired by Japanese flower language (and you can say the same about Viktor's free skating costume, which is why I made a reference to that as well). In my mind, at some point Yuuri and Viktor had a talk that (later) inspired the idea. The waterfall where Yuuri and Yurio meditated seemed a good place for such an insight because of the hydrangeas (yes, Mikaeri Falls exist for real and the place was used for the waterfall scene in episode 3).

The part about the monks I made up. If there is a lore about Mikaeri Falls, I was unable to find it due to my limited understanding of the Japanese language and the little information in English articles about the place.

#yuri on ice #yoi fanfic #my yoi fic #katsuki yuuri #viktor nikiforov #viktuuri #fanfiction #ao3 #YOI Secret Santa 2023 #YOIsanta23 #yoi

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi! I saw what you posted and got the brainworms as well, so I drew the scene you were describing and turned it into a story boarded gif! (Kinda went the extra mile at the end). Also, forgive me if I messed up pre-calamity Abel as I was trying to draw this as fast as I could XD

MY JAW HIT THE FLOOR

LADYE WOW

I—

IWLWOSHBFE I LOVE THIS???? OH MY GOSH

#LOOK AT HIM #AND YOY MADE IT A STORYBOARD!!!??? #HOLY CRAP GIRL #you ask skye answers #lovely ladye #CLUTCHING THIS TO MY CHESF #AAAHHHH #abel #MY POOR BLORBO #LOVELY LADYE #blood of the hero #fan art for my fics #I mean it isn’t a fic BUT I WANNA FIND IT AGAIN DANG IT

[just-another-mess-in-a-dress]

None too Small

YOI Snz Fic #4:

Hi did you know that I'm a disaster for this series? Because I am 150% and Fetish!Yuuri will never not be my favorite thing ok? He deserves to snz and love it.

Yuuri’s experience with Viktor’s head cold. Sequel to A Simple Kindness and Just a Little… a bit more NSFW under the cut – you know, as a treat.

It takes all of a day and a half for Phichit/Viktor’s head cold to make its way to Yuuri. He finds himself sitting in class two days after Phichit’s return with his nose running a noticeable amount. By the time he’s back in their room, at about three in the afternoon no less, Phichit is up and grimacing at him.

“Oh no.” Phichit winces at him.

“What?” Yuuri asks depositing his backpack onto his bed.

“Seems like you caught my cold… that was fast.” Phichit sniffs harshly at the end of his statement.

“I-… I don’t… Do I look bad?” Yuuri manages to ask, stuttering all the while.

“No, no! I just feel kind of guilty that I got you sick.” Phichit chuckles.

“Don’t feel bad, seemed pretty inevitable.” Yuuri quickly presses the back of his hand to the underside of his nose, feeling the dribbly beginnings of a leak.

“Here, good thing you got so many tissues.” Phichit gives a weak laugh as he offers the box. His face is still pale and dusted with irritated pinks, but he smiles at his roommate all the same.

“Thanks.” Yuuri accepts the tissue and turns away to clean himself up.

“How are you feeling?”

Yuuri tries not to let it show how uncomfortable that question makes him. “I’m fine… really. I mean, I don’t really feel sick yet just a little… off. I’m still going to practice.”

“And have Ciao Ciao mad at the both of us? Seems like a bad idea. But I w-won’t… huh… huuhh~… He’tchew!” Phichit lets out a post sneeze groan that leave’s Yuuri’s skin tingly.

“Bless you.” Yuuri sniffles as quietly as he can.

“Thank you.” Phichit smiles through the teary aftermath of the sneeze.

“I’ll pick up food on my way back from practice. Text me what you want, okay?”

“Sure thing. You’re the best, Yuuri!” Phichit waves him off, although Yuuri can hear the gurgling blow left in his wake.

It is probably not the best choice, to go to practice that day, but Yuuri has already committed. That, and the idea of succumbing to his illness already leaves him a bit… weak in the knees. He’s tired and a bit achy, but overall still functional. The Grand Prix Final is in two weeks and he has to be on the top of his game anyhow.

He gets through warmups no problem but he’s not on the ice for twenty minutes before his nose goes from drippy to open faucet. Yuuri barely makes it to the edge of the rink in time to grab a tissue before he’s pitching forward into a sneeze. He can’t even restrain himself or stifle like he usually will in public, which leaves him both breathless and embarrassed.

“Not feeling well?” Yuuri jumps at the sound of Ciao Ciao’s concerned question.

“I’m fine, coach, promise.” Yuuri squeaks out, fighting the urge to sneeze again.

“Come here.” Ciao Ciao beckons him off the ice. Reluctantly, Yuuri steps off the ice towards the bleachers. The coach puts a hand on Yuuri’s forehead and a part of him dies a little on the inside. “You have a temperature.”

Yuuri really is shocked at that, “Oh… I don’t feel that bad…”

“Well, let’s not tempt fate, get back to your dorm for the evening. I want you resting for the remainder of the week, we can probably assume you have what Phichit has. The medication I got him should work for you too, if you need more let me know.”

“Uh… yeah, sure, okay… yeah.” Yuuri stammers. He is quick to turn towards the locker room and sink onto a bench so that he can be alone for a few minutes. God… GOD.

He really doesn’t feel that bad yet, perhaps a bit achy and his running nose seems to have abated somewhat since retreating from the fridged rink. He takes the opportunity of quiet to anxiously check through his schedule, he had the good sense to catch this near the end of the week at least so maybe he’ll be well enough to attend class on Monday?

Once he has sufficiently distracted himself, he rises from the bench and finds his legs wobbling beneath him. Taking a moment, Yuuri braces himself against his still open locker. Phichit hadn’t been lightheaded right? Is this just a fun new twist the virus has decided to take? And why the fuck does it have to happen now?

The wash of dizziness passes and he straightens his back. He pulls out his phone to text his roommate.

Ciao Ciao sent me home, let me know what you want for dinner.

Hardly a minute later Yuuri receives a text:

Oh no! Poor thing 😢😩☹️

Don’t worry about dinner

You need to get back to the dorm to rest!

Yuuri tries not to crawl out of his skin sack because holy shit Phichit doting on him might be turning him on.

It’s fine, I’m already out. I still don’t feel terrible yet and we need to eat. Do we need more tissues? If we’re both gonna be down for the count I’d rather be prepared 🙂

Yuuri hopes that sounds casual and caring, not… whatever the fuck he’s actually thinking and feeling. Phichit relents on the condition that Yuuri come straight back to the dorm after picking up food. Yuuri starts to feel run down somewhere between getting the food and hoping on the campus shuttle. His eyes are tired and he keeps sniffing every few seconds.

The aches have settled and his throat feels tickly in the back of it, the feeling claws its way up to Yuuri’s sinuses and before he knows it he’s on the verge of a sneeze. God he doesn’t want to sneeze on the shuttle. God he doesn’t want to sneeze all over his and Phichit’s dinner regardless of the packaging around it.

He tries holding his breath in his lungs, but that does nothing for the itchy needy tickle in his nose. He rubs at it with the back of his hand, still unsanitary but better than nothing. He starts hitching and all he can do is firmly press his wrist beneath his nose.

The action does fuck all to stop the sneeze but it does help him stifle as he mashes his nose into his hand.

“H’xxm-Eh’mmptf!” His nose is not satisfied with the restrain he shows, the wetness that has yet to be expelled sits lower in his nostrils. The cold puts up one hell of a fight and his sinuses are threatening to explode again but Yuuri’s willpower does manage to win out.

When he finally unloads himself from the shuttle his body is shaking. It’s dark out, at least, so no one can see the shimmering mess that has leaked onto his upper lip. He’d tried in vein to wipe the mess away but it had only smeared when in contact with his damp sleeve.

Once he finally reaches their dorm Yuuri takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the congested sound he makes before pushing the door open.

“I’m back.” Yuuri announces, refusing to make eye contact with Phichit.

“How’re you feeling?” Phichit asks, putting up his headphones.

“I’m- uh… I’ve been better, but I’ve definitely been worse.” Yuuri shrugs as he starts unpacking their dinner.

“How was practice?”

“Fine, honestly. I think Ciao Ciao is overreacting.” Yuuri forces a chuckle.

“Let’s hope so.” Phichit makes a sound that blurs the line between a snort and a sniff that Yuuri is absolutely not focusing on thank you kindly. “You’re sure you’re feeling alright?”

“Yup. Totally fine…” Yuuri chuckles awkwardly.

“Hate to break it to you bud, but you have snot on your face.”

Mortified doesn’t even begin to cover the emotion that fills Yuuri as he quickly grabs a napkin to clean himself up. He stutters out an apology that Phichit waves off.

“We’ve all been there, I mean you saw me when I got home right? I was a certified disaster.”

Yuuri is, in fact, doing absolutely everything in his power to pretend that never happened, thank you kindly. He’s aching all over, chills running up and down the length of his spine, and the burn of embarrassment is not helping the fact that is definitely coming down with a fever… shit.

“You hungry?” Yuuri asks lamely.

Phichit, catching the hint that Yuuri is uncomfortable takes his food and sits on the end of his bed – regaling Yuuri with the tales of his Instagram feed as if nothing has happened.

It seems the grace period this cold had given him to get home from practice has worn off. He feels like he’s been hit by a ton of bricks all woozy and fevered. It sucks, he feels awful, and he doesn’t want to bring it up because he would literally rather die.

He doesn’t even notice the prolonged quiet until Phichit nudges him with his foot.

“You want to get into bed? You look like you need the rest.”

Yuuri, suddenly very aware of the fact that he is in an uncomfortable predicament to say the least, shakes his head.

“I think I’m going to shower first… Then yeah, I’ll turn in early…” Yuuri rubs the back of his neck.

“Okay, you should feel free to take some medicine too. Try not to be stubborn about it like I was.” Phichit’s chuckle turns into a chesty cough and Yuuri nods slowly, taking a languid bite of food before he realizes that he isn’t hungry at all.

He puts his leftovers in the mini fridge and takes his shower caddy down to the washroom. It’s embarrassing and stupid and he hates it but there’s a stirring deep in his core that hasn’t let up since he realized that he’s coming down with this damn cold.

It’s Viktor’s cold for fucks sake, and he’s just expected to… what? Keep going about his day? Like it’s a regular ass Tuesday and not the day that he caught Viktor Nikiforov’s cold? Via a third party, but STILL.

He is blessedly alone in the showers, it’s an odd enough hour that he isn’t even thinking about being interrupted (that and maybe the fever is getting to him alright?). He starts the water, as warm as he can get it and then he pulls out the smallest travel sized eucalyptus and balsam shower gel. The thought is both dreadfully embarrassing and outrageously sinful – he’s never met a product that makes him sneeze quite as much as this one.

He squirts a bit of the soap onto his wash cloth and instantly his nostrils tickle, an all too familiar sensation. His eyes water as he lathers the product, it doesn’t even touch his skin before he’s lurching forward with a congested, “Eghxx’yuggh!”

Mildly frustrated by the half hearted first sneeze, he lathers himself with the product hoping for something more productive. Instead of sneezing, he leaks, his eyes streaming with tears and his nose running with thin clear snot. His face itches with need but his nose refuses to cooperate.

He allows his free hand to clutch the pale skin of his thigh a groan falling out of his lips as he fruitlessly hitches. There isn’t a sneeze there, but his brain or his lungs don’t know that. His dick doesn’t seem to mind it all though…

He leaves the washcloth un washed as he rinses his body, the warm water running off his body melting the muscles beneath the pattering weak water pressure.  His breath jitters again in his chest but nothing comes of it. He wonders if Viktor was like this, hitchy and helpless, unable to connect his desire to sneeze with his body’s rejection of the act.

Suddenly he gasps before a sneeze tumbles out of him, “He’hggCHHugh!”

It feels so good to let go that he moans without a second thought, but he wants more – preferably he’d like to get all the sneezing he needs to out of his system so he doesn’t have to stifle all night in front of Phichit. A fate he likely won’t be spared considering how horrifically sneezy Phichit has been the past few days.

“AHG’chu-ATCHhuuh!” The congested half releases are starting to get on his nerves. It’s one thing when he chooses to stifle, but now isn’t the time for that. He wants to sneeze, needs to in fact, so his body should just do the damn thing already.

He washes his hair as a few more choppy strained sneezes force their way out of his nose. He’s so frustrated that just as he’s running out of tasks to accomplish he returns to the washcloth and buries his nose into the fabric. He’s deeply inhaling the scent of it before he can stop himself. The sharp woodsy smell makes his eyes water but he doesn’t bull away from the sopping cloth until his nose is well and truly tortured by it.

He pulls away from the cloth breathing in once, twice, and then he stalls. His nose scrunches as the rest of his body prepares for the release.

Yuuri whimpers slightly as the feeling in his nose swells once more, “Puh-… Please…”

Just as he’s starting to raise the washcloth to his face for another sniff, that truly satisfying sneeze finally bursts out of him, “Ah—HAkkAtchuuhh! Ekkghchoo! Eptt’ghCHUUH!”

He opens his eyes long enough to see the sickly splatter coating the wall beside him. It makes his head spin and the already warm parts of his stomach flip as he launches into a fit of deep satisfying sneezes. His head bobbing dramatically, his desperate gasping unrestrained. He can’t remember the last time he indulged himself this much. He isn’t sure he’s ever indulged himself this much.

He’s crying and sneezing so much he has a fleeting thought about how he’ll probably need to scrub his face again after this. But he doesn’t care because it feels so relieving, the pressure in his head alleviates and the tight coil of arousal within him is more than taken care of.

The fit ends when he finally allows himself to blow his nose, he almost doesn’t want to but the water is starting to get cold and he’s not about to take a cold shower when he’s feeling poorly. He stops the flow of water packs his things away and sets up at one of the counters. He feels more sneezes in the recesses of his sinuses but it’s not urgent anymore… at least not now.

He blow dries his hair and finishes his shower routine in peace. At one point, he shamelessly sneezes uncovered towards the floor while the blow dryer is still running. No one needs to know about that…

Yuuri spares a look at himself in the mirror before he goes, now that the steam of the shower is gone he can see his eyes look irritated and his cheeks are flushed with fever. Phichit is bound to comment, but at least Yuuri has himself under control… for now… But he’ll take that over the alternative – which is being both pent up and sick…

He heads upstairs, desperate for his bed and hoping that Phichit is well enough in the coming days to give him a little more privacy.

#snz kink #snzblr #snz fic #my writing #yoi #fetish!yuuri #sneezy!yuuri #snz fan fic #cold #mess #cw mess #cw contagion #contagion

[greetings-humans]

iceado fic update: 5.3k words in and viktor just landed a two-footed quad flip. he's supremely happy with himself<3

it's funny cause it took him like half a year to get here (i hope that's at least vaguely plausible but if you have any expertise in figure skating I'd welcome the input) but he's not gonna debute a pristine 4F for at least another year and it ain't gonna be reliable until at least a few years after that, but I'm so elated for him!

imagine being within striking distance of the 4F in fucking 2007. what in the fuck. irl, shoma uno landed that shit in 2016. irl, the first quad jump to get ratified after the 4S in 1998 was the 4Lz in 2011. vitya calm the fuck down.

to quote yuri plisetsky, viktor nikiforov is insane.

also I feel like I'll forget to show this to you if I don't tag you so here @athenov hi co-conspirator! while you were sleeping someone was feeling those viktor nikiforov feels and writing

#yuri on ice #yoi #viktor nikiforov #yoi fic #dee & athenov's yoi fic #iceado #ice adolescence #iceado fic #can you tell that I've been doing my figure skating research #because I am Trying #i literally scared my bsf with my planning for this fic #he said I should consider accounting #meanwhile im just roughly plotting viktor's placement in his major completions for his 12 seasons as a senior figure skater uwu

[lou-is-lurking]

“If this fucking heat wave doesn't calm its tits soon, we gotta re-negotiate the stupid shower embargo," Yuri grumbled, "Even though I probably shouldn't negotiate with a terrorist, or whatever.”

Otabek let out an amused snort. “I don't think wanting to preserve water counts as terrorism.”

“It terrorizes me, so it counts.”

#otayuri #yuri plisetsky #otabek altin #yoi #six sentence sunday #my wips #unedited #this fic was meant for last year's otayuri wekk prompt 'heat' #trying to mayyyyybe finish it for this year but I don't have much time to write so..... we'll see I guess

[honeyblair]

...to a disappeared pleiad - takashi yoshimatsu 🌸

my take on a short program design for yuuri katsuki!!

over on twitter i organized a tweetstorm with the tag #IceAdolescence2022!! (my twt @ is thehuntersgold)

the goal is to promote yoi artists/writers/creators while showing the internet that yuri on ice still has an active audience. here's the piece i made in honor of the hashtag.

included below is the underpainting, sketch, and initial concept i made for the design allllll the way back in february. i had so much fun making this and maybe ill paint my other designs too :D

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yoi #ice adolescence #iceadolescence2022 #art #my art #yuuri katsuki #yuri katsuki #go check out the piece the costume is based around!!! yoshimatsu is my fav composer #the theme of the skate is qualia! #also long hair yuuri supremacy #ice ado #figure skating #katsuki yuuri #katsuki yuri #wiawwb #SHHHHHH SECRET BUT THIS IS FOR MY FIC THIS IS THE CH 4 SHORT PROGRAM DESIGN