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Grilled Cheese

Para: Grilled Cheese

Who: Vitya Cristo & Monty Prescott @montyprescottjoy

When: June 27th, 2020

Where: Vitya’s apartment

What: Vitya, mid-manic episode, goes grocery shopping for food beyond candy. Monty is waiting, unannounced, in his dorm room. They tip-toe through conversation, yet again, unable to break down each other’s walls. That does not mean boundaries aren’t broken, though...

Triggers: Suicide, Drug use, Abuse, Sexually Explicit

VITYA

Vitya was cursing to himself as he walked to his dorm room. Something processed him that morning, something gripped his gut and it would not go away; Go buy groceries. Vitya never bothered, just eating junk food. he figured, if he wasn't going to live long, why bother taking care of himself? He had no idea how to cook, anyway, so this could be a complete failure. the only guide he had was the 'diet recommendations' his doctor had, buying everything he could find on that list. His wallet was looking thin now. He opened his dorm door, noticing a familiar pair of shoes by it; Monty had let himself in. Vitya didn't mind. It felt... nice coming back to his dorm, knowing someone was there waiting for him. Even if it was Monty, of all people. Now that he thought about it, the voice in his head, telling him to do this, was less his own just telling him to get groceries, but more Monty's voice. 'Eat some real food, asshole' was more appropriate. Knowing the other man was likely in his bedroom, he passed by the kitchen and opened his bedroom door. Unceremoniously, he dropped one of the bags on the bed, the contents of apples, lettuce, and a loaf of bread spilling out.

"Get up. You're teaching me how to cook."

MONTY

Monty had been waiting for Vitya, he was rather surprised when he'd gotten no answer at the door and part of him was worried by that. as far as Monty knew Vitya didn't spend the night with clients so it was concerning to not get an answer this early in the day. It was barely lunchtime. Monty often showed up here without any warning these days and this was the first time there had been non answer. Monty pulled a small tool from his wallet and jimmied the lock, keeping his eyes peeled for anyone who might see him breaking in but luckily the dorms were quiet because it wasn't quite official move in day yet so only returning students were even on campus.

Monty looked around the dorm as he entered quietly, toeing off his shoes so he wouldn't make much noise just incase Vitya was still asleep. Monty found the apartment empty which made his stomach fall in disappointment. He huffed but decided to wait, after all it wasn't like he had anything better to do than hang around with the younger man for the day. Not that he would admit he wanted to spend the day here, just that he had nothing else going on with no classes to keep him out of trouble at the moment when he wasn't working on his research project.

Monty took a peek in the refrigerator and couldn't even find a beer. He grumbled under his breath about Vitya having finished off the last case he'd left here and flopped down on the bed. He let his mind wander as he laid there and was half asleep, face buried in Vitya's pillow when he was shocked from his sleep by the sound of Vitya's footsteps and a bag of groceries hitting his leg.

"The fuck asshole?" He groused, voice thick with sleep and hair sticking up in every direction. "Where the fuck ya been man? What with the bag attack?" He huffed, brow raised suspiciously at the food that had rolled out of the bag.

VITYA

Vitya couldn't help but laugh to the state of Monty. His disheveled hair, the sleepy tone of voice, the huffing and puffing. "I went shopping. I actually paid for something, for once." He stepped to the edge of the bed, leaning over and petting his hair back, kissing his forehead. "Come on, you're going to show me how to make something." Vitya said, standing back up and grabbing the tossed bag and walking outside the bedroom.

"I was able to grab you a bottle, too. I had to smuggle it out, since you Americans have moronic age gates for that, but I still got it," Vitya said, placing the bags on the table and starting to unpack. An array of healthy foods, fruits, grains, meat, as well as a few bags of candy, more due to Vitya's love of sweets and impulse to buy them. "I have no idea what I am doing with all of this, so I hope you at least know something. I'd rather learn from someone in person than a Youtube video," Vitya admitted, reaching into his left boot and pulling out the bottle of bourbon he stole. He set it to the side, for Monty to go at whenever he wanted.

MONTY

Monty hummed softly in appreciation of the gentle forehead kiss that helped bring him back to the land of the living and batted Vitya’s hand away playfully. “So you’re telling me ya didn’t just raid a vending machine damn kid what is this a special occasion?” Monty laughed teasingly. He’d never see this much food in Vitya’s apartment and he couldn’t help but wonder if the younger man was finally taking his own illness seriously by actually trying to live a healthy lifestyle.

“I see! The truth is finally out. The prince of poison himself doesn’t know how to cook. that’s why he lives on a diet of candy!” Monty actually laughed out loud, messing with Vitya and using his childhood nickname against him. “I ain’t exactly master chef ya know. I don’t just eat take out around you, but Nikko did teach me some shit an’ I do have my own famous grilled cheese I can show ya real east an it looks like ya got all the stuff for it. I see ya couldn’t resist ya sweet shit though.” Monty teased as he spied the candy while collecting the ingredients for a good grilled cheese and starting to throw the rest slightly haphazardly into the refrigerator out of habit, not thinking (or more like not allowing himself to think) how helpful he was being by doing it without being asked or forced. “Good call on the bourbon.” Monty moaned eying the label. “Ya got any ice goin in the freezer or do I gotta wait to have a glass of this?”

VITYA

Vitya laughed to himself, shrugging at Monty's question. "Not sure... You're here fairly often, and we always eat, figured I can have something here," Vitya noted, still pulling out various items. He looked at a rather girthy cucumber with a twinkle in his eye. "Thought of you," he joked, setting it on the counter.

Vitya could not control his impulsive laughter, this one making his eyes crinkle, his cheeks turn pink. "Shut up, I was a pampered prick. I never lived somewhere without a personal cook until moving America- Imagine my horror!" he said with both sarcasm as well as self-reflective truth. Feeding himself was hard at first, and that challenge made his diet of candy an easy choice. Nevermind what it did to his emotional state, eating junk all the time. It wasn't the cause of it but it certainly didn't help.

"Well, I am not expecting high cuisine here. You have just... lived more than I have, and if anyone is going to teach me how to be better at this 'feeding yourself' thing, it would be you." There were little butterflies in his stomach as that sentence came out. It was tart to say, sour but sweet. Monty had such a riviting life, of mob hits and gun fights and a brother he would die to protect. To Vitya, it was a far more exciting life than his. His eyes wandered to where Monty was helping him put the groceries away, tossing them inside. Hey, as long as they were edible, he didn't care where they ended up. First step was actually eating them, not organizing them like colors of socks. "Of course I do, Red Bull with vodka demands ice. It's in the freezer," the pointed to the top compartment.

Vitya collected the plastic bags, shoving them under the sink to be used as trashbags later. He grabbed his precious bags of candy and placed them on his desk, having to move some jars of dirty water and ink to give them a spot. He walked back to the kitchen, playfully resting his chin on Monty's shoulder. "So, are you going to make me watch you make the grilled cheese, or are you going to recreate the pottery scene in Ghost?"

MONTY

"Tryin' ta tell me ya sick of take out? Fuckin' sure they can cook more than me, but unless ya highness has a money tree we do need to cut down," Monty cocked his head, and stuck out his tongue in a way that wasn't exactly common with him but he was still a little pliant from sleep in a way that was also unusual so it seemed his guard was down for a change... though it didn't last long as he made his next quip he instantly felt his own insides shatter... "or ya need ta be takin' ya ass ta work more." Monty instantly bit his own lip. There was a time he didn't care about Vitya's job, he understood doing whatever a person needed to do to make money but now the thought of Vitya going out and doing that made him feel sick in a way he didn't understand. Monty turned away feeling himself blush, he never blushed.

Monty only looked back when he saw the cucumber waiving in his peripheral vision and he was finally able to laugh again, to took the produce from Vitya and lewdly imitated the motions of a handjob on the length of it before throwing it into the refrigerator with the rest.

"Fuckin' fine. Grilled cheese it is. It's one-a the first things Nikko showed me, figure if he let me do it you can too, and I throw slices or tomatoes in there so it counts for vegetables or whatever." Monty shrugged off Vitya's comment about having 'lived more'. He didn't find his life something to be proud of something people should be interested in, to him it represented the very worst of his memories and as much as he used his mob connections as a shield; something to terrify others with, it was the thing he was most ashamed of. Monty looked away from Vitya, keeping his eyes downcast as he moved around the kitchen area collecting a glass, ice, and the bottle of bourbon. He took a deep swig before pouring a half glass and topping it with ice. Monty leaned back into Vitya's body when he hooked his chin on a shoulder, he couldn't resist pressing a kiss to the younger mans jaw. "If by that ya mean forgettin' the food and going to the fuckin' I ain't complainin' but if ya wanna eat today ya better gimme a frying pan and the bread and butter." He chuckled.

VITYA

"What, and you aren't? There are only so many fucking times I can eat chinese food, or afford to." Vitya joked again, giving Monty the middle finger at him sticking his tongue out. The playful warmth between them froze like Hell in a blizzard, for a split second, when Monty let slip his addendum. Vitya's jaw locked a moment; it had been a long time. His last 'paycheck' was three days before his hospital visit, nearly two months ago. Vitya never said anything, but he was strapped for cash. "Let me worry about that," he said, in a somber tone. The reality was, Vitya knew nothing else. He had no other practical skills beyond sex, but he was having so much fun with Monty, feeling better than he ever felt, both inside and out- He didn't want to fuck someone else. Vitya had to be rational; he needed cash. And he wasn't going to take it from Monty anymore. So, whoring himself out it is.

The tone met in the middle, lukewarm, as Vitya watched Monty pour his drink, feeling the other man's warmth against him made it so tempting for Vitya to let his hands wander, maybe jerk Monty off from behind, but he resisted, for now. He chuckled, returning the kiss on his jaw with a lick up the shell of Monty's ear, biting the lobe and then letting it go. "Alright, hold on," Vitya said, letting Monty go, searching through the cupboards for a frying pan. he eventually found one, handing it to the other man along with the items he asked for.

"Normally I would take you up on the 'skip food, just fuck' thing, but the last time I ate anything was when you were here last, so I figure I better not skip this time," Vitya admitted. It affirmed one thing; his grocery shopping today had nothing to do with Monty coming to visit. Vitya had no idea he would be there today. He didn't buy it for when Monty was there; he bought it for when he wasn't. For when Vitya was on his own, not caught under Monty's eye, who Vitya knew watched him eat...

"Tell you what; once we're done here, I'll blow you. As long as you want."

MONTY

"Fuck, fine, okay, sendin' Nikko ta LA hurt my wallet an' I'm even more on the outs with pops after refusin' ta do a job for him but I should be gettin' some cash at the end of summer for this project I'm workin' on if I get all the fuckin' math figured out. That or we go Breaking Bad in here an' I start cookin' my own shit." Monty laughed dryly. Humour fizzling out as he mentally took stock of his current savings. Yes his graduate program got him room and board thanks to the scholarship prize but it barely stretched beyond the apartment rental. Textbooks and equipment in his field were not cheep.

"Ya know, ya could think about sellin' some of this." Monty gestured to the art littering the room. He actually did appreciate Vitya's art more than he would ever feel comfortable voicing and the thought of Vitya selling that rather than his body was oddly comforting in a way he couldn't understand never mind explain.

A shiver ran up Monty's spine thanks to the heat of Vitya's breath and the kiss in return. A blush raised in his cheeks and he cleared his throat distractedly, trying to refocus himself on the task at hand.

"Fuck Vitya, it's been two full days." Monty sighed heavily, wanting to punch the other boy for his idiocy but not wanting to expose his concern, already berating himself for the words he'd let slip so he kept the anger in check as best he could as he attempted to butter the bread gently so it wouldn't tear it up.

"Al'ight sounds like a fair exchange," Monty grinned, feeling more relaxed as their easy banter set back in. "Want ya ta swallow it too, look so fuckin' hot when ya swallow it down for me, pretty boy..." Monty couldn't help the words slip out as Vitya's lips caught his eye, reminding him of the image that was Vitya's lips red and puffy...

VITYA

Vitya snapped his fingers at Monty, in a small 'told you' sort of way. Monty was stretching himself, too; all the more reason Vitya needed to get back out there and work. Monty at least had a plan, one that involved his career, uplifting himself. It was admirable. His train of thought was interrupted at Monty's suggestion, eyes rolling over the mounds of art he had made. He grimaced. "Really? It's all depressive ramblings and... I don't know, devil worship? That's a niche market if I ever heard of one." He said. In all honesty, Vitya had no faith in his own work. He only chose it as a major so then he could get into this college; it was either that or be homeless, so Vitya chose college.

Vitya could hear the concern in Monty's voice. Instead of give in, he just smiled and shrugged. "Yeah, well... I'm working on it." he spoke softly, returning Monty's concern with a hopeful optimism. A rare form, in Vitya's case, the emotional vulnerability making his heart pound. "It takes a lot, sometimes, just to get out of bed, so the fact I made it to the store and back? I call that a win," Vitya threw his hands into the air, hoping this conversation would end here. He didn't want to talk about his mental health, or his behavior, right now. He wanted to make food with Monty, and ignore the past two days entirely.

"Mmmn," Vitya teased back, licking his lips when they caught Monty's eye. "Oh, I will, if you..." Vitya leaned to Monty's ear again, sliding his hands down's Monty's arms. "...Slide your cock so far down my throat, it makes my body freeze, and my head go all fuzzy-" He cut himself off, stealing Monty's glass of bourbon a moment and backing away, taking a sip before putting the glass back where it was. "Don't get too distracted, " he teased, motioning to the task at hand. "You need to earn it!"

MONTY

"Hey stop thinkin' so hard over there, ya know I can mock up some financial documents for ya, that's how I cleaned up freshman year, been doin' ma dad's taxes an' shit for years, the man's an ass but we know how ta play the system." Monty laughed, he'd never told anyone but Nikko about this and even then it was only recently, after he started college. Yet he didn't question the way he was opening up to Vitya, it just seemed natural and somehow he knew Vit wouldn't snitch.

"Nah man, crazy old collectors go mad for this shit. An' if tryin' ta sell legitimately doesn't work gettin' ya shit inta an established gallery is a scam I could work easy." Monty winked, letting his mind wander down the road of imagination. Even if scamming was part of his horrid upbringing it was something he often genuinely enjoyed. The thrill got his heart racing. Though that could just be from Vitya's proximity... Monty cleared his throat "Got a knife for cheese or did ya get craft slices?" he asked, concentrating more than necessary on the pan heading up and melting the glob of butter he'd thrown in.

"Did someone fuckin' sneak happy pills in ya mornin' red bull? Ain't seen ya this fuckin' optimistic since the idea of havin' my cock up ya ass" Monty teased, but it was soft, almost kind, pleased to see the younger man in a light he wasn't used to. Having someone to connect with, who understood his pain was one of the best things about Vitya, after fucking of course, but seeing him hopeful did something to Monty he hadn't experienced before except with Nikko... it made him proud. But even deeper than with Nikko it also made warmth stir in his belly.

"Fuck..."Monty groaned shamelessly at Vitya's response, that familiar tingling racing through his body, making his dick twitch in response, his head fell back onto Vitya's shoulder and he pressed his ass back against the taller man's dick instinctively. His body instantly felt cold when Vitya moved away and he had to press his hands hard onto the counter to regain his composure.

VITYA

Vitya shook his head. "Temping, I don't want charity... As nice as your offer is," Vitya added on the end, not wanting to sound ungrateful at Monty's offer. It was kind of him, and Vitya had no idea what to do with that. Vitya had nothing to offer Monty beyond sex, and yet he wasn't asking for anything by offering this to him. At home it was 'Smile for the camera and you get a treat', a concept that Vitya still used to this day with his prostitution.

Vitya laughed for a moment, a air of disbelief on his face. "You would scam my way into a gallery? I went to so many useless galas and balls at art galleries growing up, the people at those were posh and snarky and... gross. You think you can trick that crowd into thinking my depraved, sexual, borderline rancid work is high class?" Vitya reached into a nearby drawer, handing him one of the knives inside. The drawer was disorganized, taking a moment to find it.

"This is just... normal," Vitya said, cryptically, shrugging his shoulders. "I'm low, sometimes really low, for a few weeks and then, boom. Really, really high for a few days. It comes in waves. My professors back home would say I was 'manic'," Vitya explained. He had never gone to a therapist, psychologist, nothing. With his physical health being so poor, he hid all he could about his mental health. But with Monty, away from home, feeling more free than ever... He was able to talk about it. For the first time in his life, someone knew he had a problem.

A tingle of power went down Vitya's spine as he watched Monty fumble before him. It made him feel so strong, like he could take on the world, when he had Monty like this. In the palm of his hand... "Don't let the thought of me circling my tongue on your tip distract you too much. Go on, I want to learn how to make your sandwich..." he teased, grabbing a jelly bean from one of his many, many candy bowls and slowly sliding it onto his tongue.

MONTY

“Ain’t like I’d be the one giving ya money, just a few fake documents ta have the school giving ya what ya need.” Monty shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal to try and scam a huge business like a university. His perception of what constituted ‘a big deal’ was extremely warped thanks to his upbringing. Kindness, selflessness, compassion were things that terrified him as much as if not more than putting a gun to someone’s head and pulling the trigger but fraud was nothing.

Monty shrugged, continuing to work on the food as if it really wasn’t a big ask. “Sounds easy enough, those bougie pricks are easy ta manipulate, they’re like fuckin toddlers always wanting new entertainment and bein possessive little fuckers.” He laughed. “We’d persuade some hot dude who can pull off that mysterious shit ta play the part of you an’ charm his way into those inner circles with a bit of blackmail and the promise of a small cut.” Monty mused, letting his mind run wild planning a con. It had been a while since he’d done anything more than running drugs and the potential had his mind buzzing.

Monty listened closely to Vitya explaining some of what went on in his head. It was similar to how he felt when he was taking drugs regularly, but those feelings were chemically induced highs and lows not his own brain chemistry and he had heard enough from Nikko to know what Vitya was describing wasn’t healthy or normal but he had no idea what to do or say and it terrified him.

He did the only thing he could think of. He put down the knife and turned into Vityas arms and placed a hand on the taller boys neck, his thumb resting on his sharp jawline and kissing him hard. Not sexually and filled with desire but firm and filled with promise even though he had no idea what he was promising.

“Fuck you!” Monty tried to sound threatening at Vitya’s teasing but it came out breathless almost like a whine and he couldn’t even gather his thoughts enough to care how pathetic it sounded.

VITYA

"And I'm telling you, I don't need it," Vitya said again, this time more firmly. "You already have given me enough money, I don't need you goading the university to give it to me, too." He said, hoping this would be the end of it. Knowing Monty, he would bring it up again, butt hat was for another time.

Vitya snapped his head to Monty, a curious, and fake-offended look on his face. "What, you don't think I could pull it off? I've played The Game before, Monty. I've wowed a crowd or two. Mainly at my father's request, but if I can convince money-hungry dogs that I was, indeed, the perfect son with full intent to take over his business, I can con some art hacks into thinking I'm some bougie personality," Vitya glanced at his art again, pursing his lips.

Vitya was shocked at first, at Monty's sudden burst of affection, but didn't refuse it. He kissed back, with a similar fervor, taking Monty's waist with one hand and his hair with the other. He gripped tightly, wanting nothing more than to strip him down, there and then. It was so hard to resist.

"You really want it bad, don't you?" he whispered, the hand on Monty's waist sliding to the obvious bulge in his pants. "Really, really bad," he continued, sliding his hand up and down. Fuck, this is what Vitya needed! That dominating power, that hold on Monty like a vice. He could get drunk from this... "Be a good boy and finish cooking. Then, whatever you want. You'll be a good boy, right?"

MONTY

"Thought I was payin' for a service." Monty raised a brow trying to read Vitya but he didn't press any further no matter how much he wanted to. To be good at illicit activities you needed at least some level of perception and he'd quickly learned when not to push Vitya if he didn't want it to turn into a fight though he was still more in the dark about this guy than he would like.

Monty laughed. "I've got no doubt the littlest prince could pull it off but do ya want all them jerk-offs knowin' ya face? Aren't ya supposed ta be hidin' from Daddy? Figured ya'd be tryin' not ta draw attention to yaself but whatever we'll throw ya ta the dogs if that's what ya want." He rolled his eyes, feeling as though Vitya was only pushing this to prove a point and he didn't feel like fighting. Monty knew all about trying to be the perfect son but his families idea was far different than the Cristo family.

Monty held Vitya tight, the hand not at his neck was wrapped tight around his waist keeping them close. He let his eyes close and leaned their foreheads together in a comforting, intimate gesture once their lips broke apart. To some sex was intimate, but to him these soft gestures were more than he could bare. Usually.

"Always want you," Monty gasped out, losing himself to the feel of Vitya surrounding him. The taller man was taking over all of his senses and the thought of cooking completely left his mind as he tried to thrust his hips forward to find more friction for his fully hard cock. Vitya had power over him like nobody else and all he wanted to do was give himself over willingly and have someone take care of him in every way. Monty shivered with the words ''good boy" and he whined shamelessly. "Y-Yes." He forced out.

VITYA

Vitya looked at Monty with an unblinking stare, a mile long, navigating the words that came out of Monty's mouth. He broke eye contact a moment, licking his lips. "You aren't giving me more money." There. Final. Done.

Vitya shook his head. "Not really hiding anymore. He paid my hospital bills, sends me these medications he wants me on, but aren't FDA approved. He knows where I am. Why he hasn't come after me... I have no idea. I think he knows if I see him again, I will make damn sure he can't find me..." Vitya stopped, his hands balled into fists as he went on. he let the pressure go, breathing his fury out. "Besides, I don't want some rando claiming my work, even if we pay them."

Vitya continued palming Monty's erection, his wrist changing the angle every few strokes, letting Monty practically hump his hand. "Good. Then," Vitya turned Monty back around, but this time, pressed his chest to Monty's back, lightly grinding his own hard cock against his lower back. His hands were on Monty's hips again, but this time, one went up to play with his belt buckle. "You keep going, and the more you do, the more I do," he said. With the pace of a snail, Vitya started pulling at Monty's belt, slowly starting to take it off. He stopped, just before the last of the belt left the metal buckle. "See? Look what being such a good boy got you... So much closer to your reward."

MONTY

Monty rolled his eyes but dropped the subject, seeing it wasn't worth fighting anymore right now.

He took a moment to absorb Vitya's words on the subject of his father trying to process it. "So no Bratva followin' ya around?" Monty tried to tease, shying away from talking about fathers, it was an uncomfortable subject and he tried to block out the memories of the the last time his father had contacted him because his threats were still hanging over his head and he was both scared and glad his father hadn't yet followed up on the threats. "We'll make ya the perfect little Russian gentleman an' have 'em fawnin' all over ya." Monty chuckled, redirecting his attention to the image of Vitya suited and booted for a fancy party. It was a good image.

All the thoughts of scamming and scheming were driven from his mind as Monty tried his best to move his concentration back to the task at hand. The pan was smoking from the time he had been distracted, usually he was more than capable of preparing the food while the pan warmed but not today. A strangled moan left Monty's throat at the feel of Vitya's hard cock sliding against his ass. He had to clench his fists the stop them shaking from desire before he could turn down the heat on the burner and put together the sandwiches. He layered the cheese and tomato between the bread waiting for the pan to get back to a proper cooking temperature. "More, please...." He whined, trying to buck his hips up to the hands that were so close yet so far. He loved and hated how quickly Vitya could reduce him to begging. Monty Prescott did not beg for anyone. Except for this man.

VITYA

"If they are following me, they are doing a good job keeping themselves hidden," Vitya said, noticing that this was a subject neither of them wanted. Good, this was uncomfortable. Both of them had difficult connects with their fathers, and neither wanted to talk about the details too much. Yet one more thing they could agree on. Vitya smirked and ran his fingers in his hair, rolling his eyes. "You just want me in a suit," he teased.

Vitya watched Monty try so hard to keep it together. He really was doing everything Vitya said, without question. He was trembling, and each little shake made Vitya feel so damn powerful. Vitya kissed and sucked at Monty's neck, watching his hands work. When he whined, Vitya smiled against his skin. He gracefully unbuckled the last of Monty's belt, letting it dangle by the loops. His hands were on Monty's jeans, two fingers sliding up and down the length of his zipper. "Almost there," he whispered, undoing the button and peeling the zipper apart. Vitya's finger's danced over the elastic of his underwear, tracing circles around his confined cock through the thin fabric. "You're doing so well, so close. Such a good boy.”

MONTY

"We could throw a few Cugine on ya see if they find anythin'." Monty mused, though thinking how badly that ended after putting a few young idiots on Sam and it ending with him being robbed and putting him and Nikko on the outs. But it was worth it to protect someone he cared about... wait no he couldn't go that deep... but another thought cut him off as he realised it was too late now...

Monty winked, "Wouldn't say no ta that, bet ya look hot as fuck." He licked his bottom lip teasingly, letting his eyes roam Vitya's lithe body.

Standing there Monty felt completely powerless. Usually it was a feeling he hate more than any other. For his whole life he'd craved complete control because he'd been stuck under his fathers thumb doing things he hated but giving up control to Vitya was freeing. He didn't have to make tough calls and painful decisions because here was someone doing it for him, keeping him safe and steady. He didn't hate this because in the end the things Vitya was making him do were things he wanted to do, he'd just never understood how to ask...

Monty felt completely consumed by Vitya who's body was all over him; fingers, lips, chest, dick. He sloppily threw the two sandwiches into the pan and prodded them with a spatula he'd spotted in the draw Vitya had opened to find a knife so they didn't stick. Monty's body was getting hotter and hotter, every inch of him was tingling with too much not enough as Vitya touched and teased him. "Please man fuckin' touch me" He groaned, letting go of the pan handle and reaching back to fist his hand into Vitya's hair. "Been good, please, more." He keened, wiggling his hips, trying to grind back on Vitya's cock to get him as desperate for more as Monty himself was.

VITYA

Vitya cocked an eyebrow. "No. If I'm in danger, I run. Simple as that. I don't need protecting," Vitya said, in the same tone he uses when he is annoyed. The type of annoyed when someone asks how he is feeling, or if he is taking his meds. It felt like he was being babied, and having wanna-be mobsters keeping an eye on him? No, he'll brave it on his own.

Vitya's heart was pounding. He had this man, who was so loud and strong and independent, around his finger, whimpering and begging for release. He wasn't pushing, either, to get it himself, he was letting Vitya choose when. Vitya sighed on Monty's neck when he grabbed his hair, biting his lip and letting Monty rut against his crotch. The friction of the fabric made it so hard to saw no... But if anything was going to happen, he needed the energy to do so. And that meant eating before getting busy.

Vitya's fingers slid under Monty's waistband, fingers now touching the bare skin of his cock. He was warm, hard, and Vitya could feel Monty quivering. "Shh, shhh," he shushed in Monty's ear, slowly starting to pull his waistband down. "You're almost done, look," Vitya motioned to the food in the pan, cooking away. Vitya's hand coiled around Monty's cock, finally freeing it of it's cloth cage, and with an agonizing slow pace, his hand slid up Monty's shaft. "So hard for me, and waiting so patiently... Can you wait till after I eat? Just a little bit longer, for my mouth on your aching cock?"

The way Monty was shivering had Vitya's head going wild. All the things he wanted to do to the other man became possible realities, and not just his sick, twisted fantasies. And Vitya, being a man of unsound mind, grew a devilish look on his face. "If you wait, like a sweet, good little boy, then I'll fuck you, too," he whispered, his free hand slowly sliding down the back of Monty's jeans.

He made sure to give every opportunity for Monty to stop him, in case this was too far. "Would you like that? Would my good boy wait for my cock in his ass? Will he?..."

MONTY

Monty groaned, rubbing a hand through his hair. "Fine man, whatever." He groused. Vitya was being rather stubborn tonight and as annoying as he found it, he was rather impressed with his determination and pride. Maybe Vitya would find it in himself to apply those trait to his will to live. Monty could only hope.

Monty felt as though he was quite literally losing his mind the way Vitya was teasing him. It was almost painful. He' never felt need this intense before. It was driving him wild. The praise was doing something he had never experienced before and it was maddening yet wonderful. Part of him wanted to snap and make Vitya stop talking to him like he was a kid but a far louder part of his mind was screaming for more and had fire coursing through his veins.

"Feels so good" Monty moaned when Vitya's finally touched his hard cock. It felt so much better than rubbing through his boxers even it was torturously slow. Monty bit his lip, trying his best not to let any more of those pathetic sounds out but it was a fruitless effort when Vitya began talking again. He should have hated it but he couldn't.

The dirty talk was something that should have reminded Monty of Schuyler, because it always had before now and would inevitably lead him to trying to shut the mouth of whoever he was fucking or make them leave all together, even if he did give himself blue-balls in the process. But right now there was no room in his mind for Schuy, he was completely consumed by Vitya.

Monty's body began to sing at the thought of Vitya fucking him. It had been so long since Mont had bottomed and it made him moan deep and loud, so loud that if it wasn't summer break they'd have neighbours banging on the walls to try to quieten them. "Yes, yes, fuck me, I'll do anything, please fuck me." He mewled, pushing his ass back against the hand moving over it. The word my had come from Vitya's mouth and served to make Monty evenmore desperate. The food was completely forgotten to him.

VITYA

“Yeah? Feels good?”Vitya asked, rhetorically. The shake of Monty’s body gave him all the clues he needed, every whimper a sign that Monty was enthralled with all of this. In fact, Vitya was, too. Most clients would pop in, pop out, end of story. Monty was unraveling at his touch, giving Vitya a burning passion in his gut.

Monty’s sudden moan, his cry of desperation, his begging to be fucked; Vitya nearly did it right there. His ass pushing back against him made Vitya growl in his ear, looking down at the hot stove, then back at Monty. “Fuck it,” Vitya said, turning the stove top off and making Monty put the cooking utensils. His hand was on Monty’s cock, stroking at a fast pace to keep his attention, the other hand coming around to hold Monty‘s chest.

“Listen to me. When I let you go, walk to the bedroom and strip. Get on the bed and wait for me. You can touch yourself, finger yourself, but if you come before I am inside you... Well, you’d be a bad boy. And you want to be a good boy, right?” Vitya spoke slowly. Normally he doesn’t get turned on by his own talk, but this was every fantasy he had been having about Monty since he left two days ago!

He stopped his stroking of Monty’s cock, spinning his finger around the head. He have Monty a few seconds before letting him go. Vitya turned his attention to the forgotten sandwich, deciding to leave it for now and grab an apple out of the fridge. The moment he was done with this was the moment he would follow Monty.

FADE TO BLACK

#para; monty

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First impression: god I couldn't even tell you its been so long !

Your nickname in my head: these r really all just your names but io, vita, vitya, gans, ganseyboy... am I missing any? I love you

Closeness ratings [1-10]: 8 ! I know both of us says this every day but GOD I wish we could talk more snfkjngsd Move Here

Do I like you: no.... I LOVE you!

You are my: dear, dear friend!!!

Ever had a crush on you: no but I very much feel like if we were irls we would 100% be on that “we’re just friends but if u wanna kiss.........” type bullshit lmfao

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Yuri on Ice Re-watch and Live Commentary, Episode 2: Two Yuris?! Drama at Yu-Topia

Since society is crumbling around me, why not re-watch Ep. 2 of Yuri on Ice? Seems like a good way to pass the time. *Spoilers ahead.*

You don’t own any boots, Vitya? You live in Russia.

And Yakov has blue eyes. Never noticed that before.

My gosh, the scene where Victor says goodbye to Yakov before leaving for Japan is the personification of ham. Look it up in the dictionary. Screencaps of this scene are right next to it. I love it.

The first time I watched this scene, I just knew Hiroko was talking about the dead poodle. Minako’s face is priceless right here, btw.

Just look at their collective expressions. LOL. This episode is great.

Now, I wondered from the start why the ultimate goal was the Grand Prix Final, when other competitions are referenced in the show, such as the WORLD CHAMPIONSHIPS; which Victor won, like, a MONTH prior. IRL, the creators had a dozen episodes to tell a story, so I understand the hypothetical cutoff. In-verse, maybe Victor was still allowing himself a window of opportunity to compete near the end of the upcoming season. He did sort of pick up and move his entire life on the fly, so having an alternate plan in case things don’t work out with Yuri is feasible. I like that theory so I’m sticking to it.

Ah, so it is an Inn. And, Victor has some long toes *snort*.

I’ve always wondered if Victor’s moving to Japan to coach Yuri was such big news in Russia, as Minako claimed, why the media didn’t catch on earlier to his exact location. No one outside of Japan knows where Katsuki Yuri is from?

It appears so, other Yuri.

Ha, Victor gets especially fanservic-y when he’s jetlagged and hungry.

This, right here, might be my favorite line in the whole show. Makes me want to try some katsudon, quite honestly.

Why must Minako constantly put Yuri’s business in the streets, though?

And here, we observe Victor in his element: dropping satin-covered truth bombs with a smile. No more pork cutlet bowls for Yuri under his watch.

One must wonder (well I do, anyway), why Yuri’s bedroom is on the same floor as an unused banquet room. Perhaps he grew into that room as he got older? Etc., etc., not important. Moving on.

Also, I initially wondered if Victor was paying something akin to room and board. It’s been established that the Katsuki’s run an inn and Victor had intended to stay there, only at the time they were booked (dude, you didn’t call ahead?) So yes, I surmise that Victor is paying a fee to stay in the only available room.

Hm. How much do you want to bet Victor politely suggested Yuri haul his luggage up the stairs to jump-start his metabolism. Hehe.

And of course, dozens of Cedex boxes (and pork rice bowls) are an aphrodisiac to Victor. It’s cute (if not a little creepy without proper context) that he tried to flirt.

"Um, didn’t you just call me a little piggy an hour or so ago?”

So, when I first watched this scene, I surely figured the creators were going for the “flirty, eccentric European” angle with Victor. And that Yuri would inevitably end up hurt by Vic’s flippancy. I was happily wrong about that.

Somebody will have to tell me: is it typical for coaches to bunk with their students? Or is Victor trying to patent this method?

Aww, Yuri likes you Vitya, I promise.

Come to think of it, maybe Victor just didn’t want to sleep on the floor. ;)

I think it’s cool of Minako to have wanted to foster a love of dance in the children of her hometown after her retirement. She could have plausibly taught anywhere, but she decided to come home. Perhaps Yuri will be similarly inclined once he retires.

On the other hand, I did wonder if the show’s creators might explore Minako’s lush-y behavior with respect to her career, retirement, etc., but they did not.

Dammit, Yuri. Victor was about to share his coming-out story with you and I WANTED TO HEAR IT.

Look at poor, dejected Vitya. Yuri really is cockblocking him at every turn, LOL.

This scene makes me giggle because of Victor’s enthusiasm over Ninjas and his “Really? Ninjas?!” spoken in English (though yes, I realize ‘Ninja’ is a Japanese term.)

Yeah, so, how did other-Yuri, a MINOR, manage to travel to Japan on his own, anyway? Don’t you have to be 18+ or so to book a flight? Etc., etc. Moving on.

I wonder how old Yuri was in this flashback. He looks even more pre-pubescent here and he hasn’t grown his hair out yet. When did Victor make this deal with him? As much as a year ago, perhaps, since Yuri just won the Junior World title last season? You’d think that, as important as this moment was to Yuri, he’d be reminding Victor of it, constantly.

That’s a no-no, other-Yuri. A big no-no. This is why I can’t like you.

You tell him, Yuri.

There’s Victor “in-a-class-to-himself” Nikiforov, again. He just looks like a seasoned skater. I continue to be impressed with how his skating, in particular, was animated.

So, we find out via other-Yuri that Victor was already choreographing programs for the following season despite lacking motivation. His ability to surprise the audience was waning; his inspiration “dying,” according to Yuri. Seeing his routine reflected in JPN Yuri’s viral video, someone else taking his choreography and making it his own rekindled a stuttering flame. Victor might have been relieved on several levels.

Exhibit A: witness Victor re-energized.

So, JPN Yuri views the consequences of losing the figure skating scrimmage – Victor returning to Russia with other Yuri – as punishment. Kind of sad that he entertains the thought of losing to a 15-year old in some impromptu competition with ambiguous rules.

And OMG, this ‘Hot Springs on Ice’ competition is the biggest news in town, lol. Sleepy tourist village, indeed.

LOL, Mari-neechan has an idol, too. And other-Yuri looks just like him.

Gotta say, I’m fond of Mari and JPN Yuri’s relationship. She doesn’t appear to have teased her brother over the Victor Nikiforov obsession. But, I suppose that would make her a hypocrite.

Annnnd, I like that she’s the one to nickname other Yuri, Yurio. :D

Didn’t screencap this part, but it’s mentioned that Yurio is staying in a storage closet at Yu-Topia. How big (or small) is this place? I think it must be akin to a bed and breakfast; not a lot of rooms but you receive personalized service.

Minako is a woman of many talents. Ballerina-turned-bartender. I also looove the poster of Yuri on the door!

As an aside, it appears Victor might have assumed Yuri goes to tie one on (like Victor tends to do) when he’s feeling stressed or anxious. He has witnessed him drunk before, after all…

Now that’s just sad. Yuri had like, two friends growing up and he didn’t even play with them.

No comment. This is just a cute screencap.

Admittedly, I never cared for Agape, the music or the choreography. I do appreciate how Agape and Eros mirror each other in tune. Agape is slower, but the downbeats are almost identical to Eros. I hope that term was correct. Don’t fail me now, middle school band class.

LOL. Oh, Victor. Satin. Covered. Truth-bombs.

It just amuses me that Victor is organizing his own ice show in a week.

Pretty sure if Victor goes back to Russia, Yurio, then he’s skating the season. He didn’t take a break to coach just anyone. But that’s a moot point.

“That’s all I want, bae. Let’s you and I win together and celebrate with the most erotic of cuisines: pork cutlet bowls.”

“Bet.”

I wonder which one will be able to “satisfy” him?

I needed that. I smiled during the whole episode. Thanks for reading.

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yoi #yuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #hiroko katsuki #mari katsuki #minako okukawa #yuko nishigori #takeshi nishigori #episode 2 #yoi rewatch

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I’ve been tagged in so many things over the past couple of weeks that I honestly don’t even have much more bookmark space left in my browser RIP so I finally decided to do all of it at once, hence the title and the rest of this longass post under the cut

bc there’s a lot of the tag games down there and tagging a million people would be annoying, I’m gonna tag 10 of you to grab a dice and roll it to figure out which meme you’re tagged for ^u^)b if you roll the same number twice, count that meme as the start from which to count and roll again! I hope you like this idea, but it’s only a suggestion so feel free to do whatever you want tbh?

@sweet-vitya, @gabzjones, @and-then-yoi-happened, @etherealalchemist, @joeys-piano, @quadruplyyours, @yuliaplisetskaya, @dreaming-fireflies, @teekettle, @iwritebetterthanispeak, @chessala

enjoy, if you want! 💕💕

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thank you for the tag!!

rules: answer 20 questions, then tag 20 bloggers that you want to get to know better.

1. Name: kat

2. Nicknames: same tbh

3. Height: 170cm

4. Orientation: who knows who cares (it’s pan)

5. Nationality: polish

6. Favorite fruit: mango, cherries, I love watermelon too but the seeds piss me off too much to fully enjoy it

7. Favorite season: anything that doesn’t make me sweat off my skin but isn’t also freezing my toes is more than fine with me ^u^)b

8. Favorite plant: I don’t think I have any favs here

9. Favorite scent: I have this yankee candle ‘sweet candies’ and I can just DIE wrapped in that scent holy sheet (when it comes to perfume tho I’m a sucker for the original chloe, but I also love calvin klein’s euphoria bc it’s just Fresh)

10. Favorite color: any pastel really

11. Favorite animal: MY SWEET PUPPER HINA (so yes, dogs)

12. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: coffee sometimes, TEA AND GREEN TEA AND VANILLA CHAI!!!!!!, hot chocolate is a nope

13. Average sleep hours: I always try for 8h bc otherwise I’m a zombie, but it doesn’t always work out so... I’m a part-time zombie anyway lmao

14. Dog or cat person: ISN’T THE PIC PROOF ENOUGH THAT I LOVE MY FURRY DOGGO SON

15. Favorite fictional character: victor nikiforov. that’s it. that’s all. we can all go home now

16. Number of blankets you sleep with: 1 + a duvet bc I like being cosy

17. Dream trip: japan, always. but another one would be a trip to the harry potter universal store or the noble collection store I guess

18. Blog created: who even remembers this pffff (somewhen in august 2011 I think)

19. Number of followers: I’m just gonna say it’s a four number figure ;3c

20. Random fact: I’m currently rewatching lord of the rings and procrastinating writing so YES I’M A NERD AND A BAD PERSON AHAHA //sweats

tagged by @story-kat -- thanks love, I actually really like these so it was great fun to do 💕

Rules: using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer the questions and then tag people

artist/band: one ok rock

what is your gender: stuck in the middle

how do you feel: jaded

if you could go anywhere: start again

favorite mode of transportation: mighty long fall

your best friend: wherever you are

favorite time of day: taking off

if your life was a tv show: liar

relationship status: hard to love

your fear: bombs away

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thanks again!! ahaha I feel like I’ll be saying this a lot today, but you spoil me /)u(\

Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better or just because you feel like it.

Relationship status: taken ;3c

Favorite color: any pastels, really

Last song I listened to: still the lord of the rings ost

Last movie I watched: lord of the rings lol two towers ^u^)b

Top 3 tv shows: game of thrones (bc I love my fantasy shit), rein (bc I love my history shit), and american housewife (bc I love laughing and this show is Hilarious with the capital H)

Top 3 characters: victor nikiforov bc I adore him, hinata shouyou bc he’s my sunshine son and I gotta mention miyuki kazuya bc his smirks still keep me awake at night 😍😍😍

What I’m currently reading: honestly? my own writes bc I have no time for anything other than editing orz

tagged by @themayflynans and @endlesscloudsoftime, thank you both!! 💕

A - Age: 26

B - Birthplace: poland

C - Current time: 11:50am

D - Drink you last had: just some coke

E - Easiest person to talk to: nowadays it’s gotta be @saniika and @and-then-yoi-happened bc I know I can be as salty and upset as I feel when I talk to them and that it’s alright to just let it all out which is something I wish for everyone to have 💕

F - Favourite song: don’t have one tbh

G - Grossest memory: back in elementary school my class was in warsaw to see the big zoo there and one of the chimpanzees just projectile shat all over our teacher and it was simultaneously the most awesome and the fucking WORST bc she smelled like shit the whole trip back home ugh

H - Horror yes or horror no: depends on what kind of horror but generally? meh

I - In love?: no idea tbh but definitely comfortable in my relationship

J - Jealous of people?: you’ve no idea. jelly and bitter.

L - Love at first sight or should i walk by again?: walk by and actually tell me you’re interested bc I’m a blind pan who is easily confused

M - Middle name: magdalena ;3c

N - Number of siblings: 0

O - One wish: Been keeping Salty’s answers here - yes, to learn to love myself.

P - Person you called last: my mom lol she’s the only one I call, really

Q - Question you are always asked: "so when will you start looking for a job?”

R - Reason to smile: VICTUURI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S - Song you sang last: oh man I don’t even remember, I don’t really sing out loud

T - Time you woke up: these days? 6:30am

U - Underwear colour: sea green-blue, turquoise?

V - Vacation destination: I’m going to japan next year to see ice adolescence even if it kills me

W - Worst habit: biting the inside of my cheeks bloody

X - X-rays: my hand when I had a small accident playing badminton, my jaw for my braces

Y - Your favourite food: PIZZA HELLO

Z - Zodiac sign: gemini ;3c

tagged by @theexitgarden and @endlesscloudsoftime, bless you both and thank you for thinking of the old me 💕

1st RULE: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better:

we’ll be skipping this one bc of reasons //sweats

2nd RULE: BOLD the statements that are true.

APPEARANCE: - I am 5'7 or taller - I wear glasses - I have at least one tattoo -I have at least one piercing - I have blonde hair - I have brown eyes - I have short hair - My abs are at least somewhat defined - I have or had braces

PERSONALITY: - I love meeting new people - People tell me I am funny - Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine - I enjoy physical challenges - I enjoy mental challenges - I am playfully rude to people I know - I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it - There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY: - I can sing well - I can play an instrument - I can do over 30 pushups without stopping - I am a fast runner - I can draw well - I have a good memory- I am good at doing math in my head - I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute - I have beaten at least 2 people arm wrestling - I can make at least 3 recipes from scratch - I know how to throw a proper punch

HOBBIES: - I enjoy sports - I’m on a sports team at my school or somewhere else - I’m in a orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else - I have learned a new song in the past week - I exercise at least once a week - I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months - I have drawn something in the past month - I enjoy writing - Fandoms are my #1 priority- I do some form of Martial arts

EXPERIENCES: - I have had my first kiss - I have had alcohol - I have scored a winning point in a sport - I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting - I have been at an overnight event - I have been in a taxi - I have been in the hospital or ER in the past year - I have beaten a video game in one day - I have visited another country - I have been to one of my favorite bands concert

MY LIFE: - I have one person that I consider to be my Best Friend - I live close to my school/work - My parents are still together - I have at least one sibling- I live in the United States - There is snow where I live right now - I have hung out with a friend in the past month - I have a smartphone - I own at least 15 CDs - I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS: - I am in a relationship - I have a crush on a celebrity - I have a crush on someone I know - I’ve been in at least 3 relationships - I have never been in a relationship - I have admitted my feelings to a crush - I get crushes easily - I have had a crush for over a year - I have been in a relationship for over a year - I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM: - I have break-danced - I know a person named Jamie - I have had a teacher that has a name that is hard to pronounce - I have dyed my hair - I’m listening to a song on repeat right now - I have punched someone in the past week - I know someone who has gone to jail - I have broken a bone - I have eaten a waffle today - I know what I want to do in life - I speak at least two languages - I have made a new friend in the past year

tagged by @story-kat and @endlesscloudsoftime (astea m’dude ur tagging me in everything and I love you for it)

WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE SONG(S) TO SING?

I will most often hum or mouth lyrics when I’m writing and my brain gets distracted so it usually is some sort of acoustic cover of a rather popular song, like despacito? lol WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE FLOWER/TREE/PLANT?

I don’t have one tbh FAVOURITE COLOURS?

anything pastel!! WHAT DO YOU ALWAYS DOODLE?

I don’t anymore but it used to be some random squigglies??

HOW DO YOU TAKE YOUR COFFEE/TEA?

2.5 teaspoon of sugar into both + 1/4 milk/cream into the coffee and 1/4 cold water into the tea FAVOURITE CANDLE SCENT?

SWEET CANDIES FROM YANKEE CANDLE. BURY ME IN THIS. SUNRISE OR SUNSET?

sunrise bc I don’t even see sunsets anymore (I’m asleep then lol) WHAT PERFUME DO YOU WEAR?

the original chloe is what I like most but I would die for dior’s j’adore, it’s so nice 😍😍😍 in the summer I’m wearing masaki’s fluo tho bc it’s sweet and summery

WHAT’S YOUR GO-TO DANCE MOVE WHEN YOU’RE ALONE?

butt wiggling? maybe? idk man I never really thought about it? lol FAVOURITE QUOTE?

“Because people don’t have wings, we look for other ways to fly.” -- somehow this one always sticks with me bc it’s so beautiful and vivid that you’d never say it’s from a japanese cartoon lmao

FAVOURITE SELF CARE ROUTINE(S)?

sleeping, kicking back and watching some dumb movie that won’t make me think of anything but how dumb it is

FUZZY SOCKS OR HOUSE SLIPPERS?

both? I like fuzzy socks in winter but in summer I go barefoot but sometimes u gotta have something between your skin and the floor so = slippers WHAT COLOUR ARE YOUR EYES?

brown

WHAT’S YOUR FAVOURITE EYE COLOUR ON OTHERS?

I don’t honestly care but blue eyes when they’re very light creep me out somehow FAVOURITE SEASON? WHY?

don’t have one but as long as it’s not too hot or too cold I’m good NECK, CHEEK, OR NOSE KISSES?

depends on what you want to achieve? neck kisses will have me melting, cheek kisses smile and nose kisses giggle and possibly blush so YEA THERE’S THAT

WHAT DOES YOUR HAPPY PLACE LOOK LIKE?

it’s my room. that’s it. this is my happy place

FAVOURITE BREED OF DOG?

ANY DOGGO IS A GOOD DOGGO AS LONG AS IT’S NOT THOSE SMOL ONES WHO BITE UR ANKLES FOR NO REASON DO YOU EVER WANT TO BE MARRIED?

idk, I mean yes I’d like to be married one day but I’m not really in any hurry to get there? CURSIVE OR PRINT?

I don’t honestly care

FAVOURITE WEATHER?

cloudy but not too cold

tagged by @story-kat, thanks for the tag babe!!

Rules: bold what you prefer and tag 10 people.

coffee or tea

early bird or night owl

chocolate or vanilla

spring or fall

silver or gold (BOTH! BOTH IS GOOD)

pop or alternative

freckles or dimples

snakes or sharks

mountains or fields

thunderstorm or lightning

Egyptian or Greek mythology

ivory or scarlet

flute or lyre

eyes or lips

witch or fairy

opal or diamond

butterflies or honeybees

macaroons or eclairs

typewritten or handwritten letters

secret garden or secret library

rooftop or balcony

spicy or mild

opera or ballet

London or Paris

Vincent van Gogh or Claude Monet

denim or leather

potions or spells

ocean or desert

mermaid or siren

masquerade ball or cocktail party

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime, thanks for this omg I actually wanted to do this one!! 💕💕

THE AO3 TAG GAME:

WHAT IS YOUR TOTAL WORD COUNT ON AO3?

869 938! holy sheet I’m so close to 1mil???? wowowow o.O

HOW OFTEN DO YOU WRITE?

I try to write every day, but these days (with renovations going on and my sleeping schedule all fucked up) it’s really hard to find the time and focus to do it orz

DO YOU HAVE A ROUTINE FOR WRITING?

I actually do! or I did when I was still regularly writing lol it was something like this: cracking open an energy drink, lighting up my fav scented candle, booting up itunes and my writing playlist and generally just spending 5-6h just writing 💕

WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE KINKS/TROPES/PAIRING?

kinks: pet play, public or semi-public play, voyeurism, doggy style, also actually BOTTOM VITYA,

tropes: reverse au, time travel, famous aus,

pairing: victuuri. no seconds. we die like man and only stan one (1) gay ship

DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE FIC OF YOURS?

I don’t necessarily have an absolute fav but a fic that I still remember fondly and am beyond sad that got little to no attention is: if there’s a will, there’s a way bc I worked my ass off for it and I love every bit of it so? give it a read if you want to?

YOUR FIC WITH THE MOST KUDOS?

dazzle me with gold which will be getting an update this weekend ;3c

ANYTHING YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOUR WRITING?

recently? everything. I’m just broken and idk how to fix it bc I can’t even find a good moment to try so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

NOW SOMETHING YOU DO LIKE (ABOUT YOUR WRITING)?

how sweet and soft everything is when I’m in a good mood bc victuuri deserves this kind of love and I’m so happy writing it for them 🙏🙏🙏

tagged by @amaanogawa, thanks so much ems!!!

1) How many works in progress to do you currently have in progress?

one actual wip and like... 5 more that just sit and wait their turn? //sweats

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

rip that’s all I write too... tbh I used to write original fiction before but I find myself much less constricted by fanfic? I can explore the characters here more than I can in original fiction where worldbuilding takes most effort

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks?

oh definitely paper! if I could I’d buy printed out fanfic too!

4) When did you start writing?

I was about 12 I think? it all started with harry potter, like everything else has, and I regret not a second of it!

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with?

sometimes when i get very excited about what i’m writing i’ll tell my fandom friends about the specific AU that i’m writing about but in terms of reading the full length fic, i don’t have anyone that i let read before anyone else. it’ll be on ao3 for everyone at the same time.

6) Where is your favourite place to write?

my desk, my pc. I can write on my phone but I like to edit as I go and it’s hard to do on the phone.

7) Favourite childhood book?

do I even need to say it? harry potter

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

for fun, but with the aim of possible future publication maybe?

9) Pen and paper or computer?

always computer. i have only recently begun writing fics on my phone because i’ve been traveling a lot and i don’t always have my laptop on my person, but it’s still much more comfortable to sit down and type on a proper keyboard.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes?

at my uni, yes. and it completely sucked bc they didn’t teach anything, just had us write random shit for 3 years so eh

11) What inspires you to write?

everything? like, any random thing or thought I’m instantly trying to weave into my writing, turn it into a prompt. every new experience is just a basis for me to write on.

but if you’re asking WHY I write: I don’t even know, I’ve never thought about it? it’s kind of like asking why I breathe ahaha I just do? it’s a part of me? idk man idk

tagged by @themayflynans, thanks for this love!!

7/7/7 tag

The rules are as follows: Go to page 7 of your WIP, go to the seventh line, share seven sentences, and tag 7 more writer-bloggers to continue the challenge.

oh wow ok this is a difficult one bc I don’t think I even have a wip 7 pages long //sweats let me see... aha, okay, I found one! from back in march when I asked people to send me over some numbers for one of those writing memes and @theexitgarden I believe (??) sent me the prompt “I don’t think anyone could be as lovely as you” for victuuri and I kind of got a blind!victor au from it?? wELP here’s the fragment of it:

His music is vibrant in a way that he couldn't play on his piano alone and the clap of the blades that he can hear from the speakers of his TV makes him only more certain – this boy, Yuuri Katsuki, is skating to the sound of Victor's soul as if it's his own.

He never notices the tears that well up in his eyes until they roll down his cheeks and Makkachin presses against his side, whimpering in concern. Victor runs a trembling hand through her soft fur and takes a deep breath. And then, he decides.

"Yasha," he says when his former coach, his father in all but blood picks up Victor’s call. "I want to do this."

And he does it.

tagged by @endlesscloudsoftime again, boy you spoil me ahaha

1. Which fictional character would be the most boring to meet in real life?

I have no idea tbh bc even the characters I don’t like wouldn’t be exactly boring, so??? I honestly don’t know

2. What problem or situation did TV / movies make you think would be common, but when you grew up you found out it wasn’t? (i’m lowkey taking a jab at hsm because thanks Disney for making me think high school would be awesome)

hooking up with people ALL THE TIME when you’re in your 20s bc wtf what a bold-faced lie omg

3. What would be on the gag reel of your life?

"how many times can kat click her tongue at random strangers who piss her off by breathing the same air?” and a manip of all the eyerolls I do bc let me tell you... THERE’S A LOT

4. What does “infinite” mean to you?

my love for victor nikiforov

5. If your life was a movie, what songs would be on the soundtrack?

definitely lots of acoustic vibes and harry potter tunes and I can bet your ass that I’d have the yeah yeah yeah ost from yoi bc it’s such a banger and I LOVE IT but also dramatic classical violin and piano bc they pull on my heart and I am weak

6. What item would be your top choice to make into a horcrux?

honestly? my phone probably. I don’t necessarily have other things close to me that I’d use with enough heart to be of any significance to me

7. Who would play you in a movie about your life?

??? no idea lol I’d love for it to be katherine mcnamara bc 1) we share names, 2) her red hair is gorgeous and I’m a redhead, 3) SHE is gorgeous and I’d love to be portrayed by someone that hot 😍😍😍

8. Most relatable scene from any book/movie/anime/etc.?

yuuri’s little gasp when he first saw victor skating bc HARD SAME MY SWEET SON HARD SAME

9. If you were shrunk down and somehow got stuck in a blender, how would you get out?

I’d jump from side to side of it to try and rock it a bit and see if I can flip it over and get out that way? idk man what is this question lol

10. Would you count manga as a piece of literature? Why or why not?

ofc I would? honestly, some manga have even better storylines than written fiction why WOULDN’T it be counted as a piece of literature

11. compliment yourself. (joey, you’re just to freaking good to at making up questions).

oh man... //sweats umm??? good job me on not breaking down yet bc the renovations keep being awful and you’re handling it well?? maybe lol

tagged by @theexitgarden, thanks love, once more!

RULES: Choose any three fandoms (in random order) and answer the questions, then tag 10 people you want to know better.

Three Fandoms:

Yuri!!! on Ice

Ace of Diamond

Haikyuu!!

The First Character You Loved:

victor. he’s voiced by suwajun, do I really need to say more?

miyuki!! gosh I do love my asshole sons snarky and mean

hinata bc he’s a ray of sunshine and I even named my doggo after him 💕

The Character You Never Expected To Love So Much:

I gotta copy you garden bc chris took me by surprise too! my love for him started from that little sad look he gave us in the kiss and cry and it blossomed beautifully over time ahhh

sanada omg?? he is literally baseball kuroo so I was not expecting it but I fully embraced it lmao

iwaizumi bc I’m not one to like the mothering types but he’s??? actually so kind and sweet under all that harsh Manly facade it’s so cute

The Character You Relate To The Most:

victor, I’d say, or so I like to think

honestly? miyuki. just look at my url lol

oikawa, probably...

The Character You’d Slap:

I wouldn’t actually, but yurio deserves a good kick on the butt

um??? kataoka? bc TF U MEAN U DON’T KNOW WHO THE ACE SHOULD BE WE KNEW IT FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER YOU DUMBASS

early tsukki bc he’s could use it tbqh

Three Favorite Characters (in order of preference):

victor, yuuri, chris

miyuki, eijun, mei

hinata, kuroo, oikawa

A Character You Liked At First, But Don’t Anymore:

no one like that in yoi tbh, my love is only growing

kataoka lol

umm???? idk

A Character You Didn’t Like At First But Do Now:

seung-gil, I’d say. he grew on me lol

raichi, I guess??

to say tsukki, I’d have to actually like him now but it’s more difficult than that bc I didn’t like him at first but now can tolerate him so?? does it count?

Three OTPs:

victuuri, phichimetti, and the third would be very problematic bc I honestly don’t ship anything else in yoi?

miyusawa, chrisawa, sanasawa

KUROHINA YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND, oihina, bokuhina

tagged by @sleep-furiously, thanks for the tag, love!!

post five facts about myself ❤

I have a sweet doggo who is the light of my life 💕

I write good shit sometimes

I believe I have good taste

I’m a snark machine when certain buttons are pressed

patience levels run at 0%

wow ok this was A LOT to go through and it took me like 3h to do this holy sheet but at least I had fun and now I have my firefox bookmark free so that’s awesome ahhh!! thanks so much again to everyone for the tags, you guys are amazing and I’m lucky to have you 💕💕💕💕

#tag game #I actually love this banner??#it's a quick one but I love it #I'm a pastel bunny at heart who knew #but BOY IS THERE A LOT OF ANSWERS UNDER THE CUT #HOOOOLY SHEET #I'm beat #but it was fun ngl #thank you for the tags!!

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orchids-and-fictional-cities · 6 years

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but monsters are always hungry, darling (preview)

(( Edit, because it’s no longer just a preview: === HERE IT IS ! === ))

Hullo! A while back (either here or on AO3) I mentioned working on another big collaboration with @iruutciv, whom you may remember as the supremely talented artist from ‘All the Lonely People’ and ‘And Miles to Go Before I Sleep’. This is a bit of a preview of that project, the first chapter of which should be going up in the next 25-30 hours or so. So if it piques your interest, watch this space, etc. etc. :)

Some more hints and notes before the main event:

1. It’s an AU in the style of hard-boiled fiction, a genre I’ve been itching to write for a long time now! 2. Its main pairing is going to be Viktuuri (which is probably not that much of a surprise). 3. It’s dark. It’ll have an Explicit rating. And it’s DARK. In comparison, ATLP was a rom-com. 4. It’s going to be a multi-chaptered fic. Quite a long one, though that depends on your definition of ‘long’. 5. GUYS IRU’S ART FOR THIS PROJECT IS / IS GOING TO BE SO AWESOME OMG OMG:

Fic preview under the cut!

It was the same story the world over, and that story never changed: it’s always the forbidden fruit that tastes the sweetest. ‘Sweet’ wasn’t the word Viktor would choose to describe the dregs of gin that he swirled in the bottom of what should have been a coffee mug, but words burned and died at the back of his tongue with every swallow anyway, so what was the point? He couldn’t remember if this was from the unmarked bottle Mila had smuggled into the office from a ‘friend of a friend of her uncle’s’ back in Germany, or left over from the batch Christophe had distilled in his bathtub for Halloween. But good alcohol had a way of making him forget to care about its origins. It made him forget to care about many things.

So when the phone began to ring at just past seven on his wristwatch, it was hard to care about that too. Makkachin, his poodle and the only good thing this life ever had to offer him, lifted her head up from where she’d been resting it on his feet, blinking sleepily at him. I know, he tried to convey as he ruffled her ears with his free hand. Maybe they’ll go away.

They didn’t, and the ringing continued.

Sighing, Viktor downed the rest of his gin and pried himself away from the table. His apartment was a glorified shoebox on Delancey Street overlooking a row of dumpsters down below, and it took all of five and a half strides to get to the phone. He dragged his feet the whole way, because there was only one person in this city who knew his number - it was the same person who’d insisted on paying extra for a private line anyway, because leaving your work at the office was a luxury that you signed away from the moment you started out in this industry.

“I thought I had the day off,” he said once he finally picked up the phone.

“Good morning, I’m doing well, thank you.” Any derision in his employer’s response was lost in how the man always spoke as though he were dragging his words through gravel. “Have you been drinking?”

“No,” Viktor lied. His eyes were smarting, and he remembered now that that ‘hair of the dog’ had been the last of his liquor, and that his apartment was now completely dry. Damn it. “Please tell me this call isn’t about paperwork.”

“It’s not. Have you heard?”

Makkachin nosed at his hand. Viktor obliged her and let her lick the salt from his fingers. “I feel as though I’m about to.”

His boss had always been a man of measured sentences, and Viktor understood the paranoia that came with conducting shop talk over the phone, private line or not. But there was only so much information you could get from not so many words, which was how Viktor learned only that there was a murder last night - when wasn’t there a murder in this city, that was the better question - and for some reason, the Feltsman Detective Agency had officially been invited to consult.

“Sounds like a mess,” he said at the end of it. “Why don’t you give it to Mila? She’s been hungry for a case since her last one went cold. Tell her it’s my Christmas gift to her.”

“Trust me when I say that I considered that option. It would have been preferable, considering your… circumstances.”

‘Circumstances’? Was that the term they were using now? Funny how just a week ago, it was ‘accident’ that was being thrown around, and a week before that, it was a far uglier word altogether. Maybe time just diluted everything in the end. Oh, but that wasn’t really true, was it? God, he wished it was.

“But I’m afraid neither of us has a choice. They requested you by name.”

“Who did? The police?”

He got a grunt that sounded vaguely like assent. “They said it looked like something that would benefit from your expertise.”

What expertise? “Why?” he asked instead.

The voice on the other end of the line spoke three words by way of reply. Three simple words, and all of a sudden, he was two years younger, standing in the middle of an opulent living room whose walls threatened to swallow him whole. And he was ‘making amends’ with a man who was more legend and whisper than flesh, who could have snuffed out Viktor’s life without so much as looking up from his morning newspaper. God fucking damn it.

“How on earth can they be sure?”

“They can’t, of course. But they were insistent that you go visit the crime scene, and I promised I’d at least try to make that happen.”

“Uh-huh.” Viktor rubbed at eyes. He was already feeling the headache, which had greeted him from the moment he woke up and he’d tried in vain to chase away with a little more gin, start to come back with a vengeance. “Right.”

“That could be the end of it, for all we know.” Through the lull in their conversation, Viktor thought he could pick up on faint strains of Christmas music from the radio in the background. Emil must have already come into the office. “Listen, I hate this just as much as you do. If you could just drop by… confirm their suspicions, call it, and bill them for half a day. You could be home before the snow hits. Well before Christmas.”

When did that ever matter? Viktor bit back the retort that was already sitting on the tip of his tongue, and tried to rationalize it somehow. A few hours out of the apartment wouldn’t kill him. Besides, hadn’t he been against this stupid forced vacation, which was starting to feel more like a suspension every time he thought about it, from the very start? Maybe that was something. “I’ll be up in a bit.”

“And Vitya?”

That right there was another loaded word. He could count on one hand the number of people who ever used that nickname with him, and on one finger the number of people who still did. As with all words, it was used sparingly, and Viktor found that he could never see what was coming on the other side of it. Sometimes it was warmth, which came in terribly short supply nowadays. Sometimes it was anger, or frustration, or an entreaty born out of something desperate, an attempt to sweeten a sucker punch a second before it came. Sometimes, it was this: don’t die. For the love of God, please don’t die. “Mmmm?”

“Sober up a bit before you go.”

#yuri on ice #fic preview #collab #iruutciv #yoi fanfiction #IRU'S ART OMG #SO excited to share this #BMAAHD

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lanaberryrawr · 6 years

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Hello dearest Lana! It is I, trans girl! Victor Anon!! (°💗``) (thanks for the compliment on the nickname, twilight anon💝) and I have another idea for a ficlet,if you'd like. Maybe an Anastasia au with Vitya as Anastasia? Like he's a lost Russian prince or something? Maybe even in a modern setting?? Who knows, it's up to you!(he's a prince anyway 💙)

Hello trans girl! Victor Anon! :3 I’m so sorry this took so long to get to. Life has been hectic XD Also I loved this prompt, but it was a hard one to do! I’ve not seen the film for such a long time that I’d forgotten most of it (I had to google the plot just to make this… XD). I tried a sort-of modern setting, but didn’t get a lot of chances to properly incorporate it… XD But I hope you like it anyway! And I agree, he is definitely a prince :3 I also didn’t expect it to end on such a weird note and uuuuh cliffhanger… woops???

Yuuri couldn’t believe his luck.

The man walking beside him was everything beyond his wildestfantasies. He didn’t just look like the lost Russian Prince, he could almost behim. The shining silver of his hair was almost the same shade as the youngPrince’s, though cut shorter now. He had it trimmed around the back and let intoa loose fringe from the front, covering his face until he gently slipped itbehind his ear. He had the same pale skin, same piercing blue, deep set eyes.

An exact copy of what the lost prince might have looked likeat this age. The police had used their technology to try and paint how he’dlook later in life but those sorts of things were never really exact. Therewere too many factors that were missing, too many things that could happen inthat time that could change how a person looked.

Things like that made it easy for Yuuri to do the job hedid.

Awaiting in Paris was Yakov, a close family friend of the previousRussian Royal Family. Chased out of his country after the royal massacre, hehadn’t given up on finding the lost prince, despite the wilting hope after yearsof nothing. He had reward money waiting for anyone who brought the lost princeback to him.

The sort of money that could completely change Yuuri’s lifearound. And beside him, Vitya walked, almost a copy of Viktor Nikiforov.

“Yuuri? What are you thinking about?” Vitya asked, balancingupon a low wall of bricks with his arms splayed out. Padding close to him washis companion, a large poodle Vitya had lovingly named Makkachin after findingher as a stray on the streets.

Yuuri snapped his attention to the other man, smiling reassuringlyup at him. “Nothing, nothing. Are you excited to go to Paris? Have you ever been?”

Vitya’s eyebrows knitted together as he thought. “I don’tthink so. I don’t know.”

“You’d remember Paris.”

“I don’t know if I would.”

Yuuri decided not to push. Vitya’s answers to his questionshad been vague since they met, always running around until Yuuri was left tointerpret the real meaning. All he knew was that Vitya had grown up in anorphanage and didn’t seem to know much about his life previously – or waskeeping it a secret. The issue brought some wild thoughts to Yuuri that perhapsVitya wasn’t just an uncanny look-alike after all. But then he remembered thatthis was reality, not some fairy tale in which things just fell into place.

“Well,” he said, drawing the conversation back to his point.“You’ll like it anyway. It’s really beautiful. The city of love and dreams.” Hefelt a tinge of red bloom on his cheeks as he glanced to the stunning man besidehim. Vitya might not have been royalty, but he was as gorgeous as one, more sothan some Yuuri had seen. Not only were his looks Yuuri’s taste, hispersonality was too – he could be reserved, but he strived hard for thehappiness of others. The way he smiled had Yuuri’s heart fluttering and hislaugh was like music to Yuuri’s ears.

“What about food?” Vitya asked. He jumped from the wall andlanded beside Yuuri, looping their arms together. “What sort of food do theyhave there?”

“Uh, I heard pretty good. Parisian chefs are meant to be someof the best in the world.”

Vitya’s eyes widened at that. “Really? Now, that I amlooking forward to.”

“And they have gorgeous architecture. Many old buildingsstill stand at its centre. A river runs through the city centre too, and the mayoreven placed sand at its banks so that Parisians can feel like they’re at thebeach in the summer when they can’t get out of the city. They even call it a beach.”Yuuri couldn’t stop a smile from rising on his lips when he realised he had allof Vitya’s attention. He weaved as he walked, directed completely by Yuuri’sdirection and allowing the younger man to move him around. Yuuri continued, “Theyhave stalls out on the streets of food you can eat, things like proper French friesand the best ice cream you’ll ever taste. The streets are lined with flowersand trees and the whole city looks like a garden in the summer.”

“Wow,” Vitya gasped. “You make it sound like an imaginaryplace.”

“Well, it’s quite real, I promise you that.”

“And we can really go?”

“Yes. We can really go.” Yuuri ignored his heart hammeringat the statement, the guilt as it began to weave its way into every thought.

“Did you hear that, Makka? We’re going to be walking into afairy tale,” Vitya crooned down at the dog. She barked excitedly back.

A fairy tale. Yuuri swallowed back his hesitation and hopedhe could keep his resolve up until they got to Paris. Vitya would be given ahome, Yakov would be given closure, and Yuuri would have the reward money. Itall ended happily. So why did he feel so guilty? Why did he already feel enrapturedby the beautiful man beside him?

#Lana's prompts #Yuri on ice #I did really like this prompt #I hope I did it justice?#I haven't seen it for so long I feel like I might have done massive plot holes or something XD #Knowing me that's quite possible....#Also I'm sorry for the lateness #life #that's all I need to say #LIFE MAN #HECTIC ISN'T THE WORD

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devwrites22 · 6 years

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I wrote a drabble for the wonderful @madlepus! Happy birthday, Gia!! <3 Enjoy some fluffy domestic Victuuri :D

Heavy rainfall beat against a large window, thunder occasionally cracking in the distance. On the other side of said window was a pouting Victor. He and Yuuri had planned to take Makkachin on a nice walk in the park today, but the weather forecast had apparently lied to them earlier, and now going outside at all was not in the cards.

Makkachin seemed disappointed too, but at least he wasn’t scared of the storm. He was lying on the floor next to Victor with his head on his paws. Every once in a while he would glance at the window as if checking to see if the rain was letting up yet.

“Vicchan.”

“Hmm?”

Yuuri walked in from the kitchen, a cup of tea in each hand. “Are you still pouting?”

The Russian finally turned away from the window. “I don’t pout!”

Yuuri giggled. “You do, Victor. It’s cute.” He offered his fiance a mug of tea, and Victor held it in both hands, letting the steam warm him. Yuuri set his own mug down for a moment so he could wrap his arms around Victor. “We can still do something fun inside.”

Victor leaned into the embrace. “Like what?” He gasped before Yuuri could even answer. “I know!” In half a second, he was across the room rummaging for something under the couch.

“What?” Yuuri asked, his brow furrowed.

“A board game!” Victor said as he pulled one out and held it up with a grin. Candy Land.

Yuuri laughed. “How did I not know we had that?”

Victor shrugged as he set the game up on the floor. Yuuri grabbed his tea and sat cross-legged next to him to help. “You know this game is for ages 3 to 5, right?”

Without missing a beat, Victor responded, “I don’t let silly rules like that stop me from having a good time.”

Yuuri burst out laughing, and then leaned over to kiss his fiance’s head. “Oh, Vitya, I love you.”

Victor looked up at him and blushed upon hearing Yuuri use that nickname - he was still not used to it - and kissed Yuuri’s cheek in return. “I love you, too.”

Makkachin meandered over and plopped down in between them as they got the game going.

Twenty minutes later, Yuuri came to the conclusion that this game had to be rigged. “Another backwards card? Are you kidding me?”

Victor laughed lightly. “So sorry, Yuuri.”

Yuuri frowned at where Victor’s game piece was sitting only nine spaces away from the finish line. There was no way he was winning this game. Unless…

As Victor picked his next card, Yuuri leaned over and kissed him. Victor made a small noise of surprise but happily melted into it. Yuuri knew he would - kissing was one of Victor’s favorite things to do. He gently held the back of Victor’s head with one hand, while he used the other to discreetly move his piece onto the winner’s spot on the board.

Victor had a contented smile on his face as they pulled away, which turned into a look of confusion as soon as he noticed Yuuri had “won” the game. Victor laughed and turned back to Yuuri. “That doesn’t count!”

“What do you mean?” Yuuri said innocently. “I’m all the way at the end of the board. It looks like I’ve won.”

“That’s cheating, my dear,” Victor said with a smirk. He pulled Yuuri back toward him to kiss him again. “But I like you, so I may let it slide this time.”

Yuuri smiled against Victor’s mouth. “We can do a rematch.” “Later,” Victor murmured, and he brought their lips together once more.

This was not a bad way to spend a rainy day. Not bad at all.

#victuuri #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #yuri on ice #yoi fanfiction #yoi drabble #DevWrites #madlepus

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mizuki-rin-reblogs · 6 years

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Happy Birthday Beka

---7 Days Until Otabeks Birthday (24th October)--- Yuri was at the ice rink sitting on the side watching Victor and Yuuri practice, it was just the three of them today Yuri was taking a short break from practice. He got lost in his thoughts of what to get Otabek for his birthday, he didn’t notice Victor and Yuuri leaving the ice and approach him. He jumped when he felt a small tap on his shoulder, he noticed that the other two were sitting on either side of him. “What's wrong Yurio?” Yuuri asked with a concerned smile. “It’s Bekas birthday in a week and I don’t know what to get for him” Yuri sighed. Yuuri and Victor looked at each other over Yuris head. “What do you want to get him?” Victor asked. “My first idea was to go and surprise him by showing up at his house. But I can’t because of training and I can’t afford it.” Yurio sighed Yuuri looked at Yuri with a look of sympathy and then glanced over at Victor who was pulling his phone out while standing up and walked over to his bag so no-one would hear what he was talking about. “Yurio don’t worry Victor and I will work something out and help you.” Yuuri said already guessing what Victor was doing. Yuuri got up and walked over to Victor as he got off the phone. “Have you dealt with Yakov?” Yuuri asked with a knowing smile. “How did you know what I’m doing?” Victor asked shocked. “It’s obvious to anyone who knows you well enough that it’s the kind of thing you’d do.” Yuuri smiled. “Oh...Well yes Yakov is dealt with. He has given me and Yurio from the 29th October to the 12th November off.” Victor smiled. Yuuri quickly went on his phone for a few minuets, Victor already knew what he was doing. “Great I have booked and paid for the plane tickets and hotel rooms. Let's go tell Yurio the good news.” Yuuri smiled taking Victor's hand and walking back to where Yuri was still sitting. “Yurio we have a surprise for you.” Yuuri said trying to contain his excitement. “What?” Yuri looked up at them with a raised eyebrow. “So I spoke to Yakov and he has agreed to give you from the 29th October to the 12th November off. As long as you practice with me and Yuuri while we are away.” Victor beamed. “And I have just booked us all plane tickets to Almaty as well as two hotel rooms. So make sure your ready on Sunday our flight leaves at 10:30pm it’s the earliest one I could get us at such short notice. Victor and I will come and get you at 7:30pm to go to the airport. Our plane will land at 3:30am on the 30th so that’ll be around 6:30am because of the time difference. And...” Victor covered Yuuris mouth. “You’re rambling darling.” Victor smiled at Yuuris blush. “What are you two saying?” Yuri couldn’t believe what he was being told. “We are saying that you can see Otabek on his birthday as long as you train with me and Yuuri on some days.” Victor smiled. Yuri couldn’t believe it he just stared at them for a minute and then leapt at them wrapping an arm around both of them in a group hug. “THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!” Yuri yelled he was overjoyed with the news then he realised something. “How will I trick Beka into thinking I’m still in Russia when we Skype nearly everyday?” “You could always tell him that you broke your laptop and it won’t be fixed until the 31st and make out that you're at the ice rink for some late night training with Yuuri and I and you haven’t got a wifi signal. Tell him tonight about the training and then text him Sunday afternoon about the laptop.” Victor suggested. “You may not look it but you can be smart when you want to.” Yuri joked.laughing at Victor's pout. “Come on you two we have to do some actual training and plan our trip.” Yuuri smiled fondly at the two of them walking back towards the ice. ---Later that day --- Yuri sat in his bed in some loose pajama bottoms (which he stole from Otabek when he last visited Russia) and a black t-shirt which is a few sizes too big and hung off one shoulder (He stole this off Otabek the last Yuri visited Kazakhstan). He signed into Skype and called Otabek, he answered after three rings he was dressed like he was going to go out.. “Hello Kitten” Otabek greeted. Yuri blushed at the nickname he wasn’t sure when he would get use to it. “Hi Bear. Are you going out?” Yuri asked with a smile. Otabek looked at what Yuri was wearing and smiled fondly. “Yeah I have to go DJ for this club so I’ll be going soon. Are those my bottoms and shirt?” Otabek asked already knowing the answer. “Oh okay and maybe” Yuri replied blushing. “How have you been Yura?” Otabek asked Yuri could see that he was still getting ready so he knew this call won’t be long. “I’ve been good, oh before I forget I’m going to be doing late night training with Victor and Yuuri on Sunday and Monday so I won’t be able to Skype you because I won’t have any internet but we can still text and call.” Yuri said hoping that Otabek would buy it. He looked up from tying his boots up and nodded. “Okay Yura just don’t overwork yourself. Why are you training at night anyway?” He questioned. Yuri panicked for a moment but remained calm before saying the first thing that came to mind. “Oh there will be less people around and katsudon concentrates better or something.” Yuri said with a dismissive wave of his hand. Otabek just nodded. “How have you been Beka?” Yuri asked before Otabek could question him further. “I’ve been good my family keep asking me what I want to do for my birthday but I don’t really want to do anything. Especially if you’re not with me.” Otabek had a sad smile. “ Come on bear you have to do something for your birthday and you know I’ll be the first one to wish you a happy birthday and I’ll definitely Skype you for hours.” Yuri tried to cheer him up. Otabek smiled. “I’ll think about it...I have to go now kitten but I’ll let you know when I’m home and I’ll call you tomorrow.” Otabek responded with a smile he then started looking around. “Okay bear I’ll speak to you tomorrow...If you’ve lost your keys have you looked in the fridge? Don’t forget that you sometimes place them in there when you get home and get something to eat and forget about it or don’t notice that you put them down to get food without looking where you're putting them” Yuri said while Otabek left the view of the camera to check the fridge. He came back with a blush on his face holding his keys. “Thank you, I don’t know what I would do without you. I love you” Otabek said and then put his jacket on. “I love you too, bear have fun at work and get home safe. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” Yuri smiled. “Bye kitten.” Otabek waved “Bye bear” Yuri responded. “I’ll see you soon.” Yuri said to the blank screen. ---2 Days Until Otabeks Birthday (29th October) --- Yuri was at Victor and Yuuris apartment he was already packed and ready to go he got bored of waiting at home so he decided to just go straight to their place. There was an hour left until they needed to leave and Victor was still deciding on what to take, Yuuri was trying to help him but Victor started being over dramatic. Makkachin was already at ridiculously expensive dog sitters and will be given five star treatment. Victor wouldn’t settle for anything less. Yuuri walked into the sitting room with his suitcase. “So I finally managed to persuade Victor that he doesn't need to pack his whole wardrobe for a two week trip. Have you told Otabek that you have broken your laptop yet?” Yuuri asked while putting the plane tickets passports in his backpack. “No not yet I'll do it now.” Yuri said pulling out his phone. “Yuuuuuuri!!” Victor called from the bedroom. “I'll go deal with him you can use your normal room.” Yuuri responded walking to his and Victor's room. Yuri just nodded and went to his room. He walked into his room, sat on the bed and called Otabek. It rang a few times and then Otabek picked up. “Hey Kitten, what's up?” Otabek greeted. “Hi, I'm not interrupting anything am I?” “No I was just a little surprised with the random call.” “Oh well I just wanted to let you know that I broke my laptop and it won’t be fixed until the 31st.” “Oh…” Otabek sounded disappointed. “But we can still text and call. And it’ll be fixed on your birthday so I can still see you.” Yuri tried to cheer him up. “Yeah I guess.” Otabek sighed “I’m really sorry bear if i could fix it I would.” Yuri tried. “I know kitten.” Otabek responded. They talked for a bit more until Yuuri came into the room to tell Yuri it was time to go. “I have to go now Beka I need to get ready for night training.” Yuri said. “Okay Kitten speak to you later. I love you.” Otabek responded. “I love you too Bear.” Yuri smiled and hung up. Yuri left the room and saw that Victor and Yuuri had already put everything in the car. The two of them were waiting for him by the front door Victor was putting Yuuris scarf on Yuuri while using it to pull him into a kiss. “Come on you idiots we have a plane to catch.” Yuri called walking past them heading to the car. “He does realise that it was him we was waiting for right?” Victor asked Yuuri. “Yeah but you have to realise it's probably hard seeing us always together and being lovey dovey. When he can’t because of the distance between them. Now come on Vitya before we’re are late.” Yuuri said giving Victor a kiss on the cheek before going to the car. “I’m coming dear.” Victor smiled locking up and following Yuuri. ---6:30am Almaty 1 Day Until Otabeks Birthday (30th October) --- The three of them was leaving the plane Victor practically dragging a half asleep Yuuri. Yuri was wide awake with excitement the flight had felt like days instead of hours to him and he couldn’t wait to see Beka. They got their bags and got a taxi to their hotel, Victor checked them in and they went to their rooms Yuri had his own while Victor and Yuuri shared. They all went to bed for a few hours and met up in the hotel lobby at 1pm Yuuri looked less exhausted and Victor looked well rested and full of energy. They went out for lunch and then did some shopping Victor and Yuuri was buying souvenirs for their friends in Russia and a gift for Otabek (a new biker jacket and boots). Yuri brought stuff for his friends in Russia and grandpa, he also brought Otabeks birthday presents. He even managed to find a giant cardboard box for his plan. By the time they had finished it was around 7pm so they had dinner and went back to the hotel for a few hours. It was 11:30pm when they all met in the lobby again Yuri bringing the folded box and his presents, they got a taxi to Otabeks street they got out a few houses away it was 11:49pm. They quietly walked to Otabeks house and unfolded the box outside his front door and Yuri climbed in (Victor picked him up and put him in it.) Yuri put the gifts he had brought him near his feet and then crouched down he put his thumb up to signal that it was okay to close the box and tape it shut it was 11:59pm. When the clock hit midnight Yuuri knocked on Otabeks door and he and Victor ran as to not get caught. A few seconds later Yuri heard Otabek open the front door, he heard him pick at the tape and start pulling it off. Just befor all the tape came off Yuri jumped up. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAR!!” Yuri shouted. Otabek just stood there for a few moments until he wrapped Yuri in his arms and pulled him out of the box in a hug. Yuri hugged him back tightly and wrapped his legs around Otabeks waist, Otabek was about to walk into his house carrying Yuri until Yuri remembered the other gifts. “Wait a sec bear I have your presents in the box.” Yuri jumped down and quickly got the presents. As he turned around Otabek pulled hijme into another hug. “Aren’t you going to say something?” Yuri asked. “I can’t believe you're here kitten, I’ve missed you soo much.” Otabek said. “I missed you to come on let's go in it's getting cold.” Yuri said and started to walk into the house until Otabek pulled him back and into a kiss. The kissed lasted until Yuri needed air then Otabek pulled him into the house. “When did you get here?” Otabek asked they were both laying in his bed wrapped in each other's arms Yuri was wearing some of Otabeks pyjamas. “We arrived at 6:30am technically yesterday because it's your birthday now. I've had this planned for a week.” Yuri said trying to get closer to Otabek. “How did you afford it?” Otabek asked. “I had Victor and Yuuri help me. Do you mind if we see them later they want to take you to a birthday lunch and give you gifts?” Yuri asked. “I don't mind I have to thank them anyway for bringing me my kitten.” Otabek smiled. “Come on Yura let's go to sleep it's almost one in the morning and I'm guessing we have to meet those to at around 12ish.” Otabek said. Yuri nodded and the two of them soon fell asleep. --- Yuri woke up at 8 am and even though he didn't want to he climbed out of Otabeks arms and crept out of bed and into the kitchen. He started to cook so he put some sausages and bacon in a frying pan, when they were nearly cooked he put them in the preheated grill to finish cooking. He then put the kettle on, put toast in the toaster and eggs in a pan. A few minutes later he was buttering toast and putting the eggs, sausages and bacon on two plates. He Put the two plates of food on a tray with two hot cups of tea and two cups of juice. When he walked back into the bedroom Otabek was waking up with a frown moving his hand as if looking for something. “I'm here bear...Happy birthday.” Yuri said with a smile as he placed the tray on the nightstand to give Otabek a morning kiss. “Thank you. thought it was all a dream for a second there.” Otabek responded kissing Yuri back. Yuri pulled away and sat on the bed next to Otabek as Otabek sat up. He gave Otabek his food and tea. “Definitely not a dream. Not even I could dream up your delicious breakfasts” Otabek said after swallowing the first bite. Yuri blushed. “Just eat your food before it gets cold.” Yuri said before taking another bite. Otabek smirked and ate his food. They ate their food in mostly silence only talking to make plans for the day and saying how much they missed each other. Once they finished eating they got dressed and Yuri went to wash up while Otabek responded to the birthday messages he had received. Yuri found him sitting on the sofa ending a call with his coach. When he got off the phone Yuri sat in his lap holding the two gifts he had. “So I officially don't have training today but I do tomorrow unfortunately.” Otabek said. “It's okay I travel back late on the 10th but for the time off I had to join the other two in training so we could all train together if you don't mind.” Yuri said. “ That sounds great.” Otabek said kissing Yuri on the head. “Here open your presents before we have to go meet the other two.” Yuri handed Otabek the two gift bags. He opened the bigger bag first he smiled when he saw a stuffed cat with green eyes and light fur. “I couldn't find a blond one but that was the closest I could get. Because I'm your kitten.” Yuri blushed. “I love it Yura. I love you.” Otabek smiled kissing Yuri. When they stopped Yuri looked up. “I love you too. Come on open the other one.” Yuri smiled. Otabek nodded and started opening the smaller gift. He pulled out the jewellery box with a confused expression when he looks at the contents his expression changes to one in awe. Otabek pulls one of the necklaces out of the box and reads what the inside of the ring hanging off the chain says: ‘Yura's big bear x’ Otabek then reads the other ring: ‘Bekas cute kitten x’ He looked down at Yuri with tears in his eyes. “Yuri I love you soo much. They're perfect.” “I pre-ordered them when I was still in Russia and picked them up yesterday. Will you put mine on for me?” Yuri blushed. Otabek nodded and put Yuri's necklace on for him and then let Yuri put his on for him. They spent the rest of the morning snuggling on the sofa exchanging soft kisses and making plans for Yuri's stay. Until it was time to leave, Otabek handed Yuri his spare helmet and then left. They met up with Victor and Yuuri for lunch. They both wish Otabek a happy birthday and hand him is gifts which Otabek thank them for. “Also thank you for bringing Yura to me.” Otabek smiled. “No problem Otabek. We know what it can feel like when the person you love isn't with you. And we didn't want Yurio to feel that way especially on your birthday.” Yuuri said he glanced up at Victor who smiled down at him and gave him a kiss. “Right you two can spend the rest of the day together but Yurio stays in his hotel room tonight because we have training bright and early and we don't want him getting distracted. We have already arranged everything with your coach Otabek so we will all train together in the same rink.” Victor said with a smile. “But on your days off you can both either stay at Otabeks or in Yurios hotel room.” Yuuri added with a smile. They went their separate ways Yuuri and Victor did some sightseeing. Otabek and Yurio went and visited Otabeks family and friends for the birthday wishes and gifts then spent the evening in Yuri's hotel room until Otabek had to leave. They kissed goodnight and exchanged ‘I loves you’ with smiles knowing that they get to see each other first thing for training. When Otabek got in he messaged Yuri and went to bed. He fell asleep with one thought in his mind as he held the ring hanging from his neck, with a smile on his face. ‘ Best birthday ever.’

#Yuri on ice #late birthday fic #Yuri #Otabek #happy birthday Otabek #romance #cute #cuddles #Otayuri #Beka #Yurio #Yuri Plisetsky #Otabek Altin #Victor #Yuuri #Victuuri #Victor Nikiforov #Yuuri Katsuki.

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pandamilo · 6 years

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“Is that my cat?” – platonic Yuuri x Yuri

*A anon asked me for an actual prompt which I am doing but I had something come up so they also asked if I felt like doing a prompt for this one too I could do it for either Yuuri x Yuri platonic or Otayuri sooo i’m sorry anon that it’s be a little longer for your prompt but here is something you might like anyway! <3

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Yuri and Yuuri did yoga together every Tuesday and Saturday now that Yuuri was living near the rest of the Russian team in St Petersburg. Most of the time they went out for coffee, grabbed lunch or went to the rink to practice afterwards.

Yuri would never in a million years admit it but he actually enjoyed Katsudon’s company when he didn’t have the permanent growth attachment that was Viktor NIkiforov.

This one particular Saturday, a couple of months into this becoming their normal routine, they went out for coffee and then back to Yuri’s small apartment, which was connected to Yakov’s large one. Yuri had wanted his own space and Yuuri had vouched that it promoted his own self-sufficiency and independence so it had happened for him.

Yuuri was carrying in their snacks and a film he had deemed Yuri was completely missing out for having not already watched it 100 times as Yuri fumbled around his living room so they had somewhere to sit.

‘You cool if I go shower before we watch this? You can chill and open the food and shit if you like. Your tea is in the kitchen, help yourself.’ Yuri didn’t bother waiting for an answer and instead dashed to his compact little bathroom to shower.

When he stepped out into the living area he could smell Yuuri’s tea – Yuri pretended he only drank it when Yuuri was around but actually it reminded him of his time in Hasetsu and the warmth of the Katsuki’s.

But he honestly wasn’t prepared for the sight in his living room. The tv was playing the starting music softly to a movie waiting to be played, the smell of tea swirled around the room as it steeped on his coffee table and on his couch sat Yuuri.

Well, he wasn’t really sitting, he had slid most of the way down the couch with majority of his legs on the floor and-

“Is that my cat?”

Yuuri’s head turned slowly, he had been smiling happily, rubbing his cheek with Potya’s face and patting her back. Yuri could now distinctly here the sound of his cat purring.

“Never, speak of this to Vitya.” Yuuri stared, wide-eyed at Yuri, desperation clearly written on his face.

“You like cats? I thought you were a dog person… and Potya doesn’t usually like anyone, what the fuck did you do to her?” Yuri wasn’t actually annoyed, he was more stunned then anything, the only other person besides himself and Lilia that Potya had even gone close to was Otabek.

“I…eh. I like cats, they are soft and cuddly. I love Makka and I do love dogs but… cats are good too.”

“I am going to hold this against you, you know that right. Vitya will shit bricks I swor-”

“If you never tell him, I will make Vitya stop calling you Yurio.”

Yuri stared at him, he hated the nickname but he wasn’t sure if that was enough to give up his best-found secret since sliced bread.

“No more Yurio and I will limit the amount of times Vitya kisses me when you’re around us.”

“Can’t you just make it so you never kiss in front of me?” Yuri made a disgusted face in the process.

“You know I can’t control the madness that well, even if I tried that is never a promise I could make.”

Yuri laughed, he couldn’t help it but extended his hand to shake on it, when they shook, Potya curled more onto Yuuri’s lap and purred louder when Yuuri pat her.

“If you steal her I swear to God-”

“You keep asking me for promises I can’t always keep Yuri.”

#prompt #anon #ask me #prompt me #yoi #yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #Yuri Plisetsky #silly drabble #my writing #fanfic #writing

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the-world-of-illyas-james · 6 years

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1hour ficlit batch 3 #4

A prompt given to me by @cath-sith, never seen sense8, so I did my best with the prompt. Because of certain themes I consider it nsfw -no sex-.

Whispers

The first time it had happened Yuuri hadn't even noticed at once, after all one snowball fight or another, who cares. All that was different were the people that were tossing the snowballs at him. And he had reverted back almost immediately afterwards, so no harm done.

The second time had been less fun as he had been sleeping one moment, cradling his cheek while a scary looking man was looming over him yelling in a language he did not recognize and a woman with a busted face crying in the corner behind him. This time he had jumped back he started crying for his mother only to find his mother already cuddling him as she had heard him call before.

The third time was a couple of years later and it had been as scary as the one before as the woman had been standing next to his bed, talking to him in a strange language again, this time he got the name Vityusha. So whoever was lying in the hospital bed with his arm in a cast was called Vityusha, an odd name but at least a name.

Once back he looked it up and found it was a Russian nickname, or diminutive as the internet called it. He looked up spoken Russian and had to conclude that it sounded a lot like the language the man had been shouting but nothing like the one the woman had spoken.

It wasn't till his godmother had to watch him for a long weekend and he walked in on her watching some old movie he learned the woman had been speaking french. So maybe the boy he kept switching places with knew both those languages, poorly Yuuri spoke neither of them. He spoke some french but only related to dancing.

Then one day he found himself standing next to a lake, a lake he recognized from some of his dreams where he would sometimes find himself skating on it, this time the lake was lapping it's water around his ankles while he was slowly walking into it. He felt some weird weight in his pockets, and it took Yuuri some time to understand what was happening.

“Please Vicchan, don't do it.” he feels the body freeze and for the first time he can feel the other person. “I'm Yuuri, I've been popping in and out of your life for years now. Please. Don't kill yourself. I think we are meant for more.”

There is a humming sound around him. Then he feels the body move again.

“Please Vityusha, please. Don't.” This makes the other boy stop in his track.

“How do you know that name. No one but my mother ever used it, and he killed her. No one believes me, saying it were the voices in her head that made her do it. But he put them in there. That is why I have to do this. I want to be with my mother, not being left with him.”

“Then come to my place. Anything but this.” Yuuri knows he's pleading. “I want to meet you for real, not just in our minds.”

“Are you real? I'm not just making you up?” there sounds hope and hesitation in Vicchan's voice.

“Well. You can look me up. I'm not really famous but I'm certain you can find somethings about me online.” Yuuri really hopes he is getting through.

“Then what is your name?”

“It's Katsuki Yuuri. Yuuri spells it in English the best he can.” sighing in relief when the other turns around and drops the rocks from his pockets.

“For now I'll chose to believe you.” Yuuri hears no more as he finds himself standing in his classroom having tears run down his cheeks.

There are several talks with mental health officials after that, concluding Yuuri just had a small anxiety attack and left it at that. He doesn't mind as he rather not have them found out the truth, so he didn't tell anyone the truth.

For two years nothing happened, no switches and Yuuri fears it's because Vicchan went through with it after all after the connection was broken. To distract himself he trains and trains even more and harder, soon getting invites for shows in other countries. Then one night during a show there is a flash of seeing himself standing on the stage, but it was gone as fast as it had come. Leaving Yuuri with the tingling feeling that this Vicchan had been in the audience.

After the show he let's Minako take him to the lounge hoping Vicchan lingered so that they can meet, but there are no people that come to him for anything but to tell him how fantastic he had danced. Some even talking to Minako about this new prodigy talent that came from France but Yuuri wasn't really listening.

Two months later he gets an invite to watch a show of the most prestigious French dancing schools, and perhaps consider attending. Which Minako said was one of the greatest honors a dancer could get in this world. So he send a note back that he would love to see the show and would be honored if they accepted him for classes.

The moment he walked into the training room he feels the breath in his throat hitch. There dancing Yuuri's favorite piece is a beautiful young man. A young man that looks so much like the woman he had seen so many times in flashes he knows immediately who it is.

“Vicchan?” The young man turns and smiles at him, closing the distance in only a few steps before pulling Yuuri in a tight hug.

“Hello voice in my head. How good to finally meet you. My name is Victor Nikiforov, but you can call me Vitya if you want”

Yuuri will never question his next move, never even caring the teasing his godmother gives him when she brings it up every time they meet, he places his hands around Vitya's face and pulls him down in a kiss.

#1hour ficlet #yuuri katsuki #victor nikiforov #yuri on ice

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kasumi-chou · 7 years

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i’ve sent you angsty prompts in the past so what about: a cute fluffy thing of victuuri trying (and possibly) failing to bake chocolate chip cookies?

“This doesn’t look like the picture,”Victor mumbled to himself while glancing between his phone and the tray ofblack bits sitting in front of him. After a moment, he sighed and carefullydisposed of the black bits which had been his attempt at chocolate chipcookies.

“What are you doing?”

A voice called out from the doorway,causing Victor to turn towards the entryway with a panicked look on his face.

He was meant to be home alone, Yuuri wasn’tdue home till six that night. Victor opened his mouth, only to pause at who hesaw standing in the doorway of his kitchen.

Yuri stood there, hands shoved deep intohis Russian jacket that was slightly damp on the hood and shoulders, with a scoldon his lips.

“Yurio?” he questioned in confusion,earning a huff of annoyance from the teen.

“I asked you a question, dumbass, what areyou doing?” the blonde questioned while wondering into the kitchen. Before hecould say anything, his phone was plucked from his hands.

“Cookies?” Yuri questioned curiously,before glancing towards him with a confused look. “Why cookies?”

Victor laughed nervously while rubbing theback of his head. Yuri didn’t like love or romance, so he wasn’t sure how hewas meant to explain to the teen the reason behind the sudden decision to makecookies.

“I’m guessing it is some stupid reason,”the blonde sighed before starting to move around the kitchen, pulling thingsout of the fridge and pantry while he stood off to the side in confusion.

“Um,” he mumbled, “What are you doing?”

“Helping you make cookies, duh,” the teenreplied while carefully pouring some sugar into a measuring cup.

“Vitya,” he perked up at the nickname, it wasunlike the teen to use his diminutive. “Come stir this!”

Victor open his mouth to question what ‘this’was, only to have a large bowl pushed in his direction. He glanced into thebowl curiously, noticing that it was butter and sugar. He remembered doing thispart in his first attempt, he just had to mix it until all the sugardisappeared.

“You had the oven on too high,” Yuri’svoice echoed, causing him to glance away from the contents of his bowl andtowards the teen who was adjusting the temperature.

“Is that why they turned black?” hequestioned, only to get a raised eyebrow and a roll of the teens eyes in response.

“Keep stirring,” the teen demanded, when hestarted to slow down. He blinked in surprise but continued to stir under theteens guidance.

“I’m going to slowly add in the egg andvanilla essence, don’t stop stirring,” Yuri instructed while cracking the egginto a cup before adding it to the mixture he was stirring. He watchedcarefully as Yuri grabbed the bottle of vanilla essence and dropped the tiniestamount in before putting the bottle down. He had put a heap in on his batch,not understanding why the recipe only said a single teaspoon. He had concludedthat if it spelt okay, it couldn’t be bad for the recipe, could it?

“Now we add the flour. You add only alittle bit at a time and have to sift it to make sure you don’t get any flourlumps in your cookies,” Yuri said while carefully sifting only a small cup ofthe flour into his bowl.

“I see,” he mumbled quietly whilecontinuing to stir. He listened closely as the teen explained what he had to doonce all the flour was mixed in.

It seemed easy enough.

Sprinkle in a handful of chocolate chipsand only lightly mix –Yuri made it clear to not mix too much once the chipswere added in.

Once the chips were added and mixed in, hecould carefully lay them out on the tray Yuri set out for him.

Two tablespoons, rolled into a ball andplaced 3 centimetres apart on the tray.

After all the ball were laid out, he couldpress them down slightly, decorate them with more chocolate chips if he wanted,before putting them in the oven for 15 minutes.

He still had to keep an eye on them andtake them out as soon as they were a light golden brown colour.

After being given his instructions, theteen left the room, leaving him in charge of the cookies.

Half an hour later, Victor stood staring atthe tray in front of him. They looked pretty close to the cookies in thepicture, maybe a little lopsided but still visible pleasing. He carefullygrabbed one from the tray, only to mumble a curse at how hot the cookie was.

He pouted in annoyance before letting out asigh, he supposed he could let them cool a little longer before testing them.

“Victor!”

A voice said from the doorway, causingVictor to turned towards the doorway in surprise for the second time that day.

“Yuuri!” he said happily, feeling a smilesettle on his face.

“What is all this?” Yuuri questioned,causing him to laugh nervously while glancing towards the tray of still coolingcookies.

“I made cookies?” he said nervously. Yuuristared at him blankly for a moment before sending him a blinding smile.

“That is so sweet,” Yuuri said whilewalking towards him and pulling him into a hug. He happily returned the hug,soaking up all his fiancés attention while he could.

“Yuri helped?” Yuuri said, causing him to gaspin surprise as a light blush of embarrassment cover his cheeks.

“What gave you that impression?” he saidwith a nervous laugh.

“Because we both know you suck in thekitchen,” Yuuri stated simply while pulling out of the hug so he could stare atthe tray of cookies. “So, did he?”

Victor stared at Yuuri for a long momentbefore sighing in defeat and nodding his head.

“Yes,” he mumbled.

“Good, that means they are eatable!” Yuurisaid excitedly while swiping a cookie off the tray.

“What does that mean?” he gasped.

“You suck at cooking,” Yuuri stated simplywhile taking a bit of the cookie. He chewed it for a moment before nodding hishead. “Victor, here, taste,” Yuuri said while shoving the half-eaten cooking inhis face. He smiled at his fiancé before opening his mouth and letting his fiancégentle feed him the half cookie. He chewed on it for a moment before smilingbrightly at Yuuri.

“I made them, aren’t they amazing?” hedeclared, earning a raised eyebrow from the younger man.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Yuuri said,causing him to pout in response. “Now, go get Yuri, I promised to teach him katsudontonight.”

Victor stood there for a moment beforeletting out a sigh and nodding his head.

At least his cookies came out okay, thesecond time a least.

#yoi #yuri on ice #yuuri katsuki #yuri plisetsky #yurio plisetsky #victor nikiforov #victuuri #writing prompt #miraculous-katsukii

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niedolia · 7 years

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psa for the yoi fandom: russian names & how to use them

Russian guides: masterpost | patronyms | terms of affection | answered asks

I’m going to start by swearing this isn’t me just complaining but a general resource for the Yuri on Ice fandom because I’ve noticed some mistakes in the naming conventions used among the fandom and want to help correct them. Especially in how the fandom treats diminutives. I absolutely love seeing the huge amount of interest in Russian diminutives, etc. in fanart and fics and hopefully this breakdown will help continue that trend and interest and even spur some more ideas in fandom content.

So let’s go through some important details below the cut!

note beforehand: I use the spelling Viktor for transliterative reasons.

the basics of russian names

By now this is pretty common knowledge but I’m going to explain Russian names anyway, using our lovely Viktor as my example.

First name: Viktor. self-explanatory.

Patronymic: It’s not a middle name. It is not a middle name that gets to be chosen like in America/etc. It is derived from the name of a person’s father and has an ending depending on whether they’re male or female. No Russian character in YoI has a patronymic and I’m going to explain why this really sucks and how we can get around this in the meantime below.

Surname: Nikiforov. self-explanatory. But do know that for females, their surnames will have an -a at the end, ie Mila Babicheva.

- as a side note, just because a character’s surname ends in -ovich or something similar doesn’t necessarily mean they are ethnically Russian. Other Eastern Slavic nations use similar endings on their surnames, so you should be relying more on the first part of a surname than the ending if you’re trying to find the character’s true origin. Georgi Popovich is a good example: his surname is Ukrainian and Belarussian even though he skates for Russia. I doubt this will come up much but it might be a nice thing to know.

the next part is about formality & when to use patronymics. if you’re a modern-based writer & couldn’t care less, go down to the diminutive part.

patronymics & why YoI has creators screwed over here !!!

I’m sure a lot of us have heard it by now: the complaint rising from foreigners trying to read Russian novels that there are too many names for one person. The reason overall is pretty simple: how you call a Russian person depends on close you are to them. There’s three basic levels on how you should address someone, but the last two mix a lot so we’ll go over that later:

Strangers, formal situations: First name + Patronym

Friends: Diminutive

Close Friends, family, lovers: Diminutive & Pet name

We’re going to go over the first level then go from there in degrees of intimacy between two people. Plus there’s some things wrong with the above basic levels, but for simplicity and understanding sake, we’re going to start here and then improve.

I’m going to say now to those writing modern stuff: you can skip to the next part if you want. I explain why below but honestly it’s just me proving the show got this part right. Historical/Fantasy AU writers, you’re in for the long haul.

This is where this fandom is irreversibly screwed until more information comes. I can only hope whoever reads this doesn’t need to worry. Good luck to those who do.

Side tip: it’s not the best equivalent but if you’re having a difficult time understanding when to use patronyms, think of them as like versions of English “Mister” and “Miss”. Or, if you speak Spanish/French/etc., it’s like the continued name equivalent of using the formal “you”. You’d use these for say, your teacher or friend’s mother, not so much for your friend. I’ve also seen it be compared to Japanese “-san” but I’m not sure how correct that is.

The First name + Patronym structure is used for: formal situations, much older people, your doctor, teachers, and those higher than you career-wise. Notice something? This isn’t used for strangers absolutely all the time until you become friends - unless you’re in a formal situation like with a doctor or interviewing for a job. This creates level 1.5, which I will introduce below.

I’m going to split this in 2 parts, depending on what type of art you’re creating:

Modern: chill, my dude. Patronyms have nothing on you. Thank your dear Russians for that, their understanding toward our customs and adjusting - a lot, actually. While Russians might introduce themselves as First name + Patronymic, this can get dropped pretty quickly with anyone under 40 years old and not your boss/new doctor/etc. This is due to recent shifting trends with Westernization and is especially going to be followed by our Russian skaters when they’re at the GPF, etc.

This is where we get level 1.5: addressing someone by their full name (and by formal “you” but that’s lost in English). No nicknames, no patronyms. It’s casual without being too casual. This is what you use for coworkers, loose friends, etc. This is how Viktor is going to address Georgi.

What does this mean for modern fics?

Don’t worry about the patronymic. Our Russian skaters + Yakov (not Lilia though, Lilia is something else, be afraid) are okay with being addressed by just their first names (though I feel Yakov has no choice thanks to Viktor).

Don’t go to diminutives until characters are closer. Especially if it’s a younger character to an older one - ie. even if Yurio was a completely different person, it would be inappropriate for him to call Viktor Vitya.

Go. Be free. Why are you reading this section? Skip to the next part.

Historical/Fantasy AUs: Patronyms stopped being A Big Deal recently, so basically people under 50 years old no longer use them outside of formal situations. So if your AU is within the past couple decades, just use the modern format and go on with your life. If it takes place a long time ago or is one of those fantasy AUs with princes and whatnot, this is the section for you.

Hopefully you read the modern part because that there is your base. You know now that the First name + Patronym structure is used for formal situations. Historically, the patronym is going to be used in formal situations, by colleagues, by acquaintances, and by those younger than you.

Yes, that means Yurio should be sucking it up and calling Viktor by his name and patronym - twice over, in fact, since he’s a colleague of Viktor’s. Unless your Yurio gets Upgraded to friend, he’s stuck in this section.

It also means that Viktor and Georgi probably address each other with their patronyms, Yakov should be addressed so, etc. Technically Yuuri should call Viktor this way too when they first meet, but this really depends on the AU - whether Yuuri will know this or not, whether Viktor will feel compelled to correct him, etc. Then with time characters can upgrade to just first names and then just diminutives. The pacing depends on how fast your characters are moving.

But Vasilek, we don’t know any of the Russian characters’ patronyms!

I know, fam, we’re not in a Good Way.

Unless you’re writing Yurio, then I have a good theory for you below.

But for the rest, you basically got 3 options here:

Yakov as a father: ngl, I love Yakov as a father figure. So if you want to make it official in your fic and blow off canon, here’s an easy option to getting your patronym. Yakovlevich is the patronym for a son of Yakov. So, Viktor can be Viktor Yakovlevich Nikiforov. Make your own rules. Also as a note: a person can legally change their patronym to distance themselves from their father / recognize their adopted father, so Viktor changing his patronym for Yakov is perfectly okay to do - both in modern and historical/fantasy AUs (see this post for details).

Make it up: yeah. Just pull a patronym and take it. Make your own rules. It’s more accurate than there not being anything at all. And if Viktor’s/whoever’s father’s name is revealed? Just say that the father ditched and the mother picked another patronym. So, to take my middle name as a self-indulgent example, Viktor could be Viktor Vasilievich Nikiforov. Luckily patronyms are more set in their form so they can be constructed easily for males & females (usually -ovich/-evich for males & -ovna/-evna for females) but I’ve explained all of this in better detail + added some more tips about patronymics here.

Leave it out. How unexciting.

This applies to Viktor, Yakov, and every other Russian except Yurio. If anyone has any other suggestions for the patronyms please contact me and I’ll add it, but I can’t think of much else.

So why is Yurio so special??????

Yurio’s special because we know two things about him: his grandfather’s name & some background information from an interview stating that his family is broken. And even then, we know that his grandfather raised him. We can assume that his father is unknown/some similar excuse. According to Russian law, if the father is not known, the mother is allowed to choose any patronymic she wishes for the child - just as long as it’s a patronym.

The most common practice in this case? To use the child’s maternal grandfather’s name as the patronym.

Yurio’s grandfather is named Nikolai. So, unless officially stated otherwise, we can accurately say that Yurio’s full name is:

Yuri Nikolaevich Plisetsky.

Taking their relationship to a whole new level, huh?

level two: diminutives

Alright, we’re safely out of the formal atmosphere and closer than just coworkers. We hang out, we know each other fairly well, we met a few months ago. We’re friends! We can use diminutives!

The fandom actually has a pretty good grasp on the diminutives. It’s not just a nickname; it’s not a childhood nickname, it’s not cute or childish or anything like that. Diminutives are used at all ages in casual settings. They’re short and end in -a usually which is how we identify them. Viktor has been called Vitya by his family, Yakov + other teachers, friends (ie Christophe), and even lovers all his life and will remain Vitya to them ‘til the day he dies. When Nikolai Plisetsky asks Yurio to pass the salt at dinner, he calls him Yura. Hell, Viktor could be asking someone new out for a drink and introduce himself as Vitya. It’s just a casual language thing.

Y’all got this part down. It’s some of the details after that that get hazy. I’m going to use Viktor & Yuuri as my example below but do know that these rules apply to the rest of the Russians; ie. Otabek calling Yuri Yura consistently while they’re just friends, etc.

THIS IS THE IMPORTANT STUFF WRITERS !!!

1. Since Russian, Japanese, and English all work differently, Viktor’s probably going to tell Yuuri when he’s okay with being called Vitya. That timeline is up to you, but realistically, I bet Viktor tells Yuuri straight up that he can start calling him Vitya. And knowing Yuuri, Viktor is going to be the one to initiate this. Give me all of the permission scenes, I love them, please.

2. Once Viktor tells Yuuri he can call him Vitya & Yuuri agrees, don’t have Yuuri switch back to calling him Viktor! Unless they break up (ha), there’s no going back. Viktor is Vitya now, permanently. And knowing Viktor’s Extra-ness, he’d probably be devastated if Yuuri backtracked on that after calling him Vitya. Keep consistent. Viktor - agreement to call him Vitya - Vitya. - Exception: office AU and the like. If Yuuri and Viktor are in a business meeting/in some other formal setting then, and only then, is it chill for Yuuri to switch back temporarily. Otherwise? He’s Vitya now.

3. Viktor is ‘Vitya’, not any other diminutive! No, he is not Tora or any others of the like. (Pet names are another matter, but can have the same rule). Viktor is canonically called ‘Vitya’ as a diminutive. He probably wouldn’t answer to the others, that’s not how he introduced himself as. I know there’s a lot of cool diminutives but seriously, remember that consistency is key for level 2. It would be the Russian equivalent of someone named James and goes by Jim suddenly being called Jem. Diminutives are usually chosen by the parents so Viktor will have grown up hearing Vitya and not, say, Tora. It’d be weird and possibly inappropriate to use something else if you accidentally grab an affectionate diminutive. And just to give you an idea of how permanent a diminutive can be: some parents will decide on their child’s diminutive before deciding their full name (ie Anna and Anastasia have similar diminutives so the parent will have to choose between these two for their already established diminutive). - Exception: Vitka is okay on level 2.5.

4. For those of you with some drama in your fic, I did get a very interesting question: how would Yuuri address Viktor when they’re fighting? If they’re in the Vitya stage already and it’s not a big fight, Yuuri could switch back to using Viktor during it, that would get his point across. If he’s still calling Viktor by his first name and/or it’s a big fight, go for the full Viktor Nikiforov. Leave out the patronymic. Remember that the First name + Patronym is considered respectful; that’s not what you want. But using the First + Surname when Viktor is right there is considered rude and would produce the right effect. It’s like when your mom calls you because you’re in trouble.

so what the heck is level 2.5 vasya ???

Level 2.5 is colloquial diminutives. This is Vitka instead of Vitya.

Colloquial diminutives are for really good friends, this is for your bromance, now with an extra -k. Yep, these ones are recognizable by the k present in them (so Viktor - Vitka, Anna - Anka, etc.). So if you think Viktor and Christophe are real chill buds, Christophe’s probably gonna call him Vitka sometimes when they’re hanging out together. Or if Yuuri wanted to show that he’s at that stage with Viktor, he can start using Vitka; since they’re already at the Vitya stage and it’s pretty obvious when you’re bff’s with someone, Yuuri could start using this without Viktor’s permission once he felt like it.

In fact, Viktor would probably freak out in joy if he does.

The context for when Vitya vs Vitka should be used is kinda weird to explain in English because at some level they’re interchangeable. The closest we have is the James - Jim - Jimmy name tree, following the Name - Diminutive - Colloquial Diminutive in this case. So think of it like this: diminutives are casual & colloquial diminutives are hardcore casual while also noting that this person is your bff all in one. You wouldn’t introduce your best bro as Jimmy or Jim (unless you’re Cpt. Jim Kirk trying to charm the ladies) to a stranger, you’d start with James. Then when they get to know each other it’s Jim. Then a few years later you find James and the stranger playing Super Mario w/e with the stranger yelling “get out of my way, Jimmy” at the top of his lungs. It’s casual and intimate, more so than Jim, without getting into romance terms either.

Now this scenario, playing a video game, would fit Viktor and Christophe perfectly and demonstrate a natural time for when to use Vitka. It could also fit in for when Yuuri and Viktor are watching a movie alone, etc.

Diminutive vs colloquial diminutives are highly interchangeable and it’s going to depend on the mood of your scene. If you use it, just make sure the two people are close friends and in a casual setting (ie at home, the park, what have you). Because it’s basically an even more intimate form of Vitya without getting into pet names, and a hardcore mode of Jim vs Jimmy. It’s also a much smaller step than going from Viktor to Vitya; it’s more of an acknowledgment of the stronger friendship.

Tread carefully with these! If two people aren’t that great of friends it can be seen as an insult, as belittling. So if Yuri is mad at Mila, he’s going to call her Milka. - This goes back to historical times when a person would refer to themselves to a superior by their colloquial diminutive - ie peasant Viktor will call himself Vitka when talking to the Tsar. But the same connotation wouldn’t carry over to peers - fellow peasant Christophe could call Viktor Vitka too and it would be alright, just a way of communicating their friendship. - Modern times are a bit different; Vitka is still seen as being lower. So even though it can communicate friendship, you should go easy with it and only use it in extremely casual situations. In other terms, you’re not going to call your friend “Jim-boy” just anywhere.

When in doubt, stick with the plain diminutive or upgrade to a pet name.

level 3: affectionate diminutives / pet names

This level can get weird and confusing, ngl.

Pet names are reserved for really close friends, family, and lovers (and children like Yurio. children are referred to as their diminutives/pet names fairly often). That’s it!

It’s also worth nothing that teachers do not use these. They will use diminutives, but not colloquial diminutives or pet names with their students. This illustrates just how close Yakov and Yuri really are for Yakov to call him Yurochka.

Pet forms are pretty easy to recognize, I won’t get into that. I’m going to tell you all the other scary stuff.

This is the level where Yuuri probably shouldn’t expect an invitation to call Viktor Vitenka, unless Viktor is being Extra. But I think after the kiss, it should be pretty obvious that they’re at level 3. This is gonna vary by your fics: general rule of thumb, if they’re dating & know it, go for it. That’s not the hard part.

The hard part is knowing when to switch between diminutive/colloquial/pet form. That is all in the atmosphere of your fic. And while my general rule of thumb is to stick to one diminutive and one pet name for simplicity’s sake, the truth is Russians do use more than one pet name. Get rekt, right? Luckily pet forms are just for people the character is really close to such as spouses and family (ie both Nikolai Plisetsky and Yakov are going to call Yuri Yurochka). Otherwise, you should be avoiding these.

There’s a random string of exceptions to this last rule. While you generally should avoid pet forms unless they’re really close, they can be used on a friend’s birthday or when a character is doing something nice for a friend. For example, Viktor might call Yuri Yurochka on his birthday and then probably get murdered afterwards. Just use pet names carefully.

So should Yuuri be calling Viktor Vitenka all the time then? Nah, and I doubt Yuuri would feel comfortable with that (though Viktor might like it lol). Natives obviously have it down more but there’s some general patterns for when to use pet forms for a spouse:

Holidays (Valentine’s Day, lol), birthdays, when expressing their love, during great emotion in general (ie when Yakov calls Yuri by his pet name after he skates). Probably also for when a character really wants something from another (ie if Yuuri wanted Viktor to do something for him, he could switch to Viktor’s pet name), kind of like how Americans will say “Honey dearest, can you x for me?” to their spouses.

Now if you said something like, “Vasyusha, pass the salt.”, I’d probably question it. That’s where you should be saying just the diminutive or maybe colloquial diminutives. In fact, spouses/etc. tend to stick to the plain diminutive (ie Vitya) until given a reason otherwise like expressing love or great emotion (I can give further examples but I think Yakov and Yuri above sum it up well). It’s a very personal name is what I’m saying.

vasyka for the love of ice just sum all that up

So to give some sort of pattern for us non-natives, this should be the general timeline for what Yuuri calls Viktor:

Viktor + Patronym: too formal and outdated for modern

Viktor: when they first meet onwards / if Yuuri is in a softcore fight with Viktor after they’ve reached Vitya level

Vitya: they’re friends & invites Yuuri to & usually from then onwards

Vitka: they’re in a very casual setting (ie alone)

Vitenka / Vityasha / etc.: they’re lovers & Yuuri feels like it’s the right time to call Viktor this

Viktor Nikiforov: they’re in a fight and Yuuri’s pulling out the big guns

DIMINUTIVES

Here’s some Russian diminutives for Viktor, Yuri, and Yuuri (by popular demand). Please keep in mind that Vitya is canon and you should not go changing that out for another diminutive (which is why I’m not providing any others for Viktor). Since Yuri & Yuuri are phonetically close, some do use Russian diminutives for Yuri for Japanese Yuuri - personally I don’t see much wrong with that and Viktor Extra Nikiforov would probably do it anyway, so feel free to have Viktor call Yuuri any of the diminutives/pet forms below. Since not all of these diminutives are in common use, I’ve italicized the most common ones. These come from some Russian websites so if you want me to transliterate any other diminutives (ie for Mila) feel free to message me!

Viktor Pet Forms: Vitenka (Витенька), Vityusha (Витюша), Vityasha (Витяша), Vityacya (Витяся), Vityakha (Витяха), Vityosha (Витёша), Vityulya (Витюля), Vityunya (Витюня), Vityucya (Витюся), Vityukha (Витюха), Vishuta (Вишута), Viktorka (Викторка), Viktucya (Виктуся), Vitasha (Виташа), Vitunchik (Витунчик)

Yuri / Yuuri Russian, Diminutives: Yura (Юра), Yurik (Юрик), Yusha (Юша), Yurchik (Юрчик), Yurok (Юрок), Yuka (Юка), Yurka (Юрка), Yurets (Юрец) Pet Forms: Yurochka (Юрочка), Yuronka (Юронка), Yuranya (Юраня), Yuracya (Юрася), Yurakha (Юраха), Yurasha (Юраша), Yurchenya (Юрченя)

but vasyusha, this made no sense / i have more questions / i have something to contribute to this post !!

Message me, my dude !!! I’m open to answering more questions and I’ll do so to the best of my ability or at least hook you up with some resources. Don’t be afraid to ask me, my life is this language, I welcome questions!

Also!! Shout to to my two beta-readers, @nihonlove & @dokurochrome for reading over this, asking questions and for clarification, and encouraging this post! You two are amazing <3

#feel free to reblog !#yuri on ice #yoi #victuuriwriters #victor nikiforov #yuri plisetsky #;; writing #i tried to demonstrate in real time by using my middle name vasily #dont call me vaska tho lol. vasilek or vasya is fine #feel free to message me if anyone needs additional clarification !#i'll write up the patronymic post soon then one on actual russian nicknames #vasileks russian crash course

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