#bysoti(d) drabble

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I couldn't stop myself... I did the thing

Roma struggled in Riku’s arm, demanding to be put down, and after looking at Yuuri, set him down.

“あ！わんわん！(Ah! Doggy! lit. woof woof)” Roma crossed the short distance toward Vicchan as fast as his little stubby legs could carry him while Yuuri sat down on the floor next to his dog. Vicchan was pretty chill, but he also hadn’t really spent any time around toddlers, so Yuuri figured it was for the best.

“Лаского, (gentle)” Alexei said. “Vicchan is our friend.”

“Papa! わんわん！” Roma pointed and bounced from foot to foot in excitement. “Yuu-nii! わんわん！” And then burst into giggles that only got louder as Vicchan bounded around Roma getting closer and then darting away much to the toddler’s delight. Roma tried to follow the movements, but couldn’t keep up and plopped down, landing on his butt and giggling more, giving Vicchan the opportunity to dart in closer and sniff at him.

Roma put his hands up and managed to grab a fistful of Vicchan’s curly coat, but Yuuri darted forward and gently unwound Roma’s hand, reminding him to be gentle. “Vicchan doesn’t like his fur being pulled. It hurts him.” Vicchan darted behind and around Yuuri before darting back out. He pressed his head down near his front paws and then leaped toward Roma who giggled and then scrambled away on his hands and knees as Vicchan chased him in a small circle.

“That’s it, Yuu-kun. You have to come back. My kid wants to keep your dog.”

Yuuri snorted and shook his head at Alexei as he watched Roma play with his dog. It was a nice thought, but even if he did move back to Japan, he wouldn’t move back in with Alexei and Riku and Roma. Yuuri wasn’t really sure where he belonged at the moment.

“Yuu-nii!” Roma threw himself at Yuuri who caught the little boy easily in a hug before he plopped down on Yuuri’s lap moving his foot away from Vicchan’s snout every time the dog tried to sniff at his feet. 

For the next few weeks though, this could be nice.

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It’s Feast or Famine, apparently

I have a drabble for you!  A couple people mentioned wanting to read what happened in the hallway of the karaoke place between Yuuri and Shuji, soooo...

Yuuri shut the door to the box, cutting off the very unexpected choice of some metal band he'd never heard of that Noda-Chan was currently screaming into the mic.

He paused a few steps down the hallway and went over the couple of orders people had asked him to place before continuing down the hall.  Loud metal popped into existence and Yuuri looked back toward their box. Shuji had come out and was heading for him

“Did you want me to get you something too, Shuji-kun?”

Shuji smiled at him and easily caught up.  He swiped his blue bangs out of his eyes.  “No. I. Just wanted to talk to you for a minute and that is impossible in the box while Noda-Chan is getting her aggression out.

Yuuri smiled,he couldn't help it. The image of Noda-Chan yelling into the mic had been really funny.   He was about to ask Shuji what he wanted to talk about when shuji started talking again.

“You have a great smile, Yuuri.”

Yuuri could feel his face heating.  He knew that Shuji liked him, had been told and eventually could maybe sort of see it himself, but the compliment took him by surprise.

So did the way. Shuji wrapped his fingers around Yuuri's wrist and then pulled him in close and off balance, fingers of his other hand landing on his cheek guiding him closer.

Yuuri let his eyes close as Shuji's lips claimed his. It was probably the most competent first kiss he'd had with someone… Especially recently.  Shuji's lips were soft but demanding and Yuuri enjoyed it and started kissing him back.  He could feel Shuji's smile against his lips and Yuuri stepped forward, pushing Shuji back the final step until he was against the wall.

As Shuji's hand tightened on his hip, Yuuri came back to his senses.  This shouldn't be happening, especially in the hallway at a popular karaoke place.  He pulled away, breaking the kiss.  Shuji didn't seem to mind, he smiled at Yuuri.

“Finally.”

Yuuri flushed.  “You know what I'm going to say, don't you?”

“Of course. You're moving. I'm moving. This will never work out and you're still hurting from the way Shouta ended things.  You don't want to date and we can't get caught because you're still under the impression that they're going to kick you out of school for any small indiscretion.”

Yuuri's mouth fell open a little as he listened to Shuji list all the reasons that anything happening between them was an awful idea.

“But you have to admit, a secret kiss in the hallway at the karaoke box while our friends keep singing just a few feet away, oblivious, is pretty EXCITE.”

Yuuri couldn't help himself, he laughed.

Yes, Shuji will ALWAYS and FOREVER try to work EXCITE into a convo.  He can’t help himself.

Also... I have about 8900 words of the next chapter done, aka, it’s almost done.  Like for reals.  I only have a couple scenes left to write, I think.  I think you’ll all be happy with it.

And I really really need to thank the people who have given me ko-fis because it means so so so much to me.  You have no idea.

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The spam bots are posting links to some porn site as fic comments on ao3. (did not click, heard it was porn site from reddit)

And here I was all excited to see new comments this morning! I had like six on different fics and only one was real.

The real one totally saved my mood.

Of course, I then had to delete them all, which sent me down a rabbit hole of looking through the bysoti(d) drabbles...

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And last, I want the Katsuki's POV of Yuuri wining gold at JW

Not a POV switch (since Yuuri winning was off screen) but I’ll write it up as a drabble anyway…

Mari knelt at the table and wrapped her fingers around her glass of beer.  It was more fun to drink with Minako-sensei during these public viewings, but Minako had gone to see Yuuri skate in person.  Before he left Osaka, Yuuri had called and told them that he was going to win gold.  Mari wasn’t sure that she’d ever heard her little brother sound so determined.

Takeshi-kun pushed the bowl of eel hone senbei closer to her and pulled the edamame over.  She grabbed one of the bone crackers and cracked some off and into her mouth, grinning.  One day, probably after he could drink all the beer or shochu that Yuuko-chan would let him, he’d like these better than the edamame.  Mari preferred them.  The salt and crunch were much better even if the edamame went well with beer.

“You better be quieter with those things when Yuuri skates, or my wife might kill you.”

Yuuko was talking animatedly with Mari’s parents about Yuuri’s program.  Takeshi-kun was probably right, but Mari didn’t care.  It wasn’t like she would be eating while she watched her brother skate.  That would be a little rude.  No one who came for the public viewing would dare make a sound during Yuuri’s skate.

Mari would be the first to admit that she didn’t know anything about skating.  It was complicated, with a lot of rules, and required a patience that she never had for anything like dance.  And the music tended toward the soft, like the free skate piece that Yuuri was skating.  It was never something that she’d watch given her own devices.  That didn’t make her a bad person.  She still supported Yuuri; she’d cheer for him and do anything in her power to make sure that he could make his dreams of skating on that ice come true.

Not because she cared about skating.

Because she loved her little brother.

Not that she was going to admit that to anyone.  She’d just roll her eyes at them.

If her lips curled up into a small smile as Yuuri skated the song from some Ghibli movie she’d never seen, she wouldn’t admit it.  What she would admit to was that her brother had talent and it didn’t matter if he won a gold medal or not.  There was no denying his talent.  All someone had to do was watch him, just once, when he was at his best, like he was now, to know that her little brother was overflowing with talent.

Yuuko was still whispering to Mari’s mother, probably explaining what was going on, and Oka-san just nodded, as enraptured with watching her baby boy skate as everyone else in the public dining room.

When Yuuri left the ice and the scores came in and they announced that he’d actually done it.  He’d actually won gold, Mari turned away from the screen, pulling her headband off and used the motion of putting it back on to wipe at her eyes.

She loved her brother.  She was proud of him.  It didn’t matter that she didn’t know a Salchow from a Flip.

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Hello, hope that you and your family are doing well. If you're in a drabble mood. How about when Alexei asked Riku for permission to coach Yuuri or a skating family drabble please?

Alexei twisted and worked his way through the surprisingly cramped hallway of the arena.  Now that the Men’s Free Skate had finished, people were flooding the hallways.  Every skater had a retinue, some more than others.  On top of that there were things that needed to be taken care of by the ISU and JSF staff before the Women’s Free Skate tomorrow night.

Alexei knew more about how the behind the scenes worked now then he ever did as a skater.  He missed being ignorant, life was more enjoyable that way.

“Turov-san!”  Alexei swung around.  The person who had been talking wasn’t facing him.  Probably wasn’t even aware that Alexei was standing just being him.  No, the person was trying to get the attention of the same person that Alexei had been looking for.

“Riku!”

His wife turned, brushing a strand of hair that had escaped from her bun back into place.  She had a clipboard in one hand and Alexei could just make out the earpiece tucked around one ear.  He smiled and waved.  She sighed.

“Busy?”

Blinking, she looked at him.  “You know that I am.  I need to go and find the medalists and make sure that they go to the blood draw as soon as possible.”

“I know where Viktor is.  In fact, I’ll take you to him.”

“I was going to find Lambiel first.  He’s much more cooperative.  And polite and–”

“Ah, but Viktor adores me.  Besides, I’ve discovered something amazing by spending time with Yakov while I let you work.”

Riku reached up and stroked her fingers through Alexei’s hair.  “Yes, you’ve been an exceptional husband not hovering this time.”

Such praise practically made Alexei beam.  He knew he was easy like that, but he didn’t care.  “I know where Katsuki disappeared to.”

Riku blinked.  “I didn’t know that you wanted to know.  It’s on record who’s coaching him.  Somewhere.”

“Ah, well, I was curious, but it wasn’t a necessity that I find out.  Besides, his coach is here.”  Alexei smiled. “I was just talking to him.”

Alexei knew that Riku had a sixth sense for his foolishness, but he didn’t care.  He knew that she’d play along.  “You were just talking with your former coach, Mr Feltsman.”

“Exactly!”

Riku grabbed his arm.  “Wait.  Katsuki Yuuri is training with Yakov Feltsman?”

“Katsuki Yuuri is not only training with Yakov Feltsman.  Katsuki Yuuri has started to fascinate Viktor Nikiforov.”  Alexei paused.  “And Yakov wants me to go to St Petersburg to evaluate him.”

***

Alexei gripped the handles of his duffle bag a little tighter and weaved through the crowd in the international terminal.  He didn’t need to look for Riku, he just knew where she was, and if he could just get the crowd to part then he’d be able to see her and everything would be perfect.  Or on the way to perfect.

He managed to round the corner and just like he knew, there she was, looking at the watch she wore on her wrist instead of looking for him in the crowd.  Though really, he knew he probably stood out from the majority, but still.  “Riku!”

She glanced up and smiled.  He watched as her gaze lingered on his face.  Then she took a large breath.  It wasn’t the welcome he’d expected.

“You want to coach him.”

Ah.  She knew.  Of course she’d know.  She was Riku.  He nodded.

“That much?”

He nodded again.  “It’d mean living in Russia until his contract with Yakov expires.”

Another deep breath.  “He’s not like the other students you’ve worked with.”

Alexei shook his head.  Yuuri was better.  So much better.  There was a well of untapped potential and fire to succeed that Alexei was sure not many saw.  It reminded him of someone.

“Ok.”

“Just like that? Ok?”

Riku stood up on her toes and pressed her lips lightly against his cheek.  He’d missed her.  So of course he wrapped his arms around her waist and spun them around.  Her laugh was both delighted and exasperated.  When he set her down, she just looked up at him and shook her head.  “If you want me to make you work harder for a yes…”

Alexei shook his head.  “No.  That’s all right.  Let’s not.”

“Let’s go home.  I’ll make dinner and we can talk logistics.”

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You mentioned before that yuuri prays nightly that shuji and viktor don't meet. Ever. But would they really?? Never meet, i mean? Hahaha imagine viktor reaching out to excite's lead singer for those limited edition mv goods lolol i feel like them meeting is just hilarity waiting to happen

“Hey, Shuji… san!”

Shuji stopped and turned.  He didn’t think that he’d ever been called san before, especially not by anyone older, but the voice was speaking in English and sounded foreign, so he turned and put on his ‘always please the fan’ smile.  What Shuji hadn’t been expecting was for Yuuri’s Russian skating friend to be the one calling for him and running up to him.

The smile slipped for a second, but he put it right back on.

“Ah… Viktor, right?”  Maybe?  It was the name that came up the most when it came to skating, so Shuji figured that might be this guy’s name.  It seemed appropriate.

“Yes! Wow!  You’re great with names!  I’m horrible at them.  Well, mostly.  Sometimes though, a name sticks.  I had to make sure I remembered yours though.  You’re the singer of the band that got Yuuri to perform in the music video, right?”

Viktor was talking way too fast for Shuji to pick up ever word, but the gist was clear.  He wanted to talk about Yuuri.  Well, Yuuri was Shuji’s second… maybe third… no, definitely second favorite topic.  Right after EXCITE.  Shuji himself was probably number three, but EXCITE and Yuuri were much more interesting.

“I am the lead singer of EXCITE!”  He paused, putting the sentence together in his head before speaking.  “Does Yuuri need help?”

“Oh!  No! Not at all.  I don’t think.  He’s just warming up and talking to his coach.  No.  I heard through the grapevine that you might be able to get me some exclusive merch with Yuuri on it.”

Shuji frowned.  There was a lot about that sentence that he didn’t understand.  “I am sorry.  Merch?”

“Oh! Ah!  Sorry!  Items.  Like….” Viktor paused and digged into the messenger bag he had slung over one shoulder before pulling out a small case with a figure skate on one side and a silhouette of Yuuri on the other.  “Stuff like this.”

Shuji reached for the case and turned it over in his hands.  “Where did you get this?  They only made a few hundred and I haven’t been able to find one for over a year!”

Viktor laughed.  “Ah, I got it from Yuuri’s friend.  Yuuko Nishigori… Oh, wait, it’d be Nishigori Yuuko here.”  He swallowed.  “So… um… is there a way to get other things like this?”

Shuji heard him, but was still busy flipping the little case over in his hands.  “Like the stuff that was released with the MV?”

He glanced up.  Viktor was nodding really fast.  “Exactly!”

“What’s in it for me?”

Viktor bit his lip.  “I… well, I have two of those little cases.  You can have that one, I guess.”

Shuji smiled.  “You’ve got a deal.”

***

If he was surprised when Yuuri stopped next to his desk at school the next day, he didn’t let it show on his face.

“Shuji-kun?”

He smirked and then let the smirk melt into a rather stunning – if he could give an opinion, and he could – smile.  “Yes, Yuuri-kun?”

“Don’t be Viktor’s dealer.  He’s hard enough to handle already.”

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Another little drabble: pre-bysoti(d)

I’ve been thinking about this for a while.  What was going through Yuuri’s mind when he found out his coach quit...

Yuuri skated around the rink slowly, going through the compulsory figures that he'd learned, but never needed.  Still, he liked them.  Not that it mattered anymore.  Everything was over.  He'd finally started competing, doing better than he'd ever imagined he would and then it was all over.  He should be watching the Grand Prix Final.  Viktor was skating in it.  He might not get gold -- even if he deserved it in Yuuri's opinion -- but his skating would be amazing.

Yuuri sighed.  He just couldn't watch it when all his hopes and dreams were likely to be dashed.  It'd only been a week or so since the Junior Nationals that had changed everything.

Takeshi was on the ice with him, skating backwards with a frown on his face and he wasn't looking at Yuuri.  He blamed himself a little.  Yuuri had realized that much.  He hadn't actually expected their coach to announce that he was going to drop Yuuri and move up north.  Takeshi had told Yuuri as much, but it didn't change the fact that if Takeshi and Yuuko hadn't quit skating when they did that he'd still have a coach.  He'd have a coach to go with him to the international competitions that he was informed he'd be assigned to after Nationals were completed near the end of the month.

Now he didn’t have anyone to go with him.  He was a Junior National medalist without a coach.  His coach must have thought his winning was a giant fluke because why else would he drop Yuuri to go train someone who wasn’t a Junior National medalist.

Maybe if Yuuri was really lucky, Minako-sensei would go with him.

Yuuri glided to a stop in the middle of rink.

Did he really think he could compete INTERNATIONALLY?!

He squatted down and looked at the ice between his skates.  He saw Takeshi's skates before he heard his voice.  There was too much static in his head to make out what he was saying, but Yuuri was sure that he was saying something.

It didn't matter.

"Takeshi, do you think they're actually going to send me to Junior Worlds?"

Takeshi's snort came through loud and clear.  "Of course, you idiot.  You won, didn't you?  They always send the winner."  There was an edge of bitterness, but Yuuri knew that it wasn't towards him.  At least he was fairly sure about that.  It'd only taken years to realize that Takeshi was harder on himself than anyone else.

"Maybe they'll realize that I only won because of a fluke."

Another snort.

"Besides, I can't go without a coach.  What am I supposed to do without a coach?"

Takeshi was quiet for a minute and then he reached down and hauled Yuuri up with a strong hand on his bicep.  "You don't worry about that.  The adults do.  Your parents.  Minako-sensei.  They'll figure it out.  All you have to do is skate."

Yuuri chewed on his lip.  "I guess."

"YuuRI!"

They both looked toward the boards where Minako-sensei had just arrived.  She was beaming.  It was the first time Yuuri had seen her smile since his coach quit.  "Minako-sensei?"

"Yuuri, I hope you have a good winter coat because we're going on a trip after New Years.  You and me.  I just finished talking with your parents."

Yuuri frowned hard enough to cause his forehead to wrinkle.  "Where?"  It couldn't be a competition because there weren't any that early in the year from what he understood.

"Saint Petersburg.  I've found you a coach."

Yuuri swallowed.  He could feel Takeshi stiffen next to him.

"Saint Petersburg?"  Yuuri only knew of one coach that coached in Saint Petersburg, but there was no way that Minako meant him.  There were others there as well.  There had to be.

"I got off the phone a little while ago with Yakov Feltsman.  He's going to coach you, Yuuri!"

Yuuko, who hadn't made it onto the ice yet, screamed.

Takeshi slapped Yuuri’s back hard sending him to his knees on the ice.  He’d have to thank him later.  If Takeshi hadn’t made him fall, he would have anyway.

“Does that... Am I...”  The question was there, on the tip of his tongue struggling to get out, but instead it was strangling him and his voice.

“That’s right, Yuuri!  You’re going to train with Viktor Nikiforov!  Aren’t you excited?”

Yuuri threw up.

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last, for the writing ask thing : D

When their food arrived, it turned out to be a bowl of pea soup and a warm smoked salmon sandwich.  It smelled delicious and Yuuri didn’t hesitate to dive in, mumbling Itadakimasu before he took his first bite of his sandwich.

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If you're not busy, bysoti(d) drabble prompt? Are Shuji's feelings toward Yuuri simply platonic and the jokes about dating him all in good fun, or is there something deeper there?

Shuji dropped his bag onto the seat in front of him and sat down in his own seat in the stands.  The ice in the arena had six skaters going around for warm-ups before they got a chance to go through their routine.

There was only one skater that Shuji cared about though.

Yuuri laughed and spun, pulling his tracksuit jacket forcibly out of the grip of the Russian skater, Viktor.  From the side of the rink, Shuji heard Yuuri’s coach yell something at them in Russian, and Viktor just turned and pulled an anime pose: pulling down his lower eyelid with one finger and sticking his tongue out.  It was a pretty good look for him, in Shuji’s opinion.

Yuuri, on the other hand, just squeaked and returned to his warm-up.  His skates cutting through the ice in some complex series of moves that Shuji knew that he’d never understand and really had no desire to.  Skating was fine to watch, pleasing on an aesthetic level, but not interesting.  Not to him.  Yuuri, though, was.  He was a mess of contradictions.  Humble and riddled with self-doubt, Yuuri was practically a shrinking violet most of the time, but then, when he got comfortable, when he was dancing or skating or even just joking around with friends, he was none of those things.  Push just the right button and he became confident and teasing, a little boastful.

Hot.

Shuji wasn’t the only one who thought so.  Obviously.  Shouta had kept Yuuri to himself for over a year, but now…

Shuji had a chance.  A small one.  He wanted to see if this pull that Yuuri had on him was because he couldn’t have him or because he wanted him.  It could go either way. It could work and Shuji would be able to take advantage of having an incredibly hot, sexy secret boyfriend for a couple of months before they each went their separate ways.  Or he could crash and burn in the most spectacular way imaginable.

Regardless, Shuji knew one thing: It would be EXCITEing.

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Drabble Time!  I know a couple people were wondering how Shouta was dealing... with a side of Shuji.

Shouta didn't look up from what he was working on.  He wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with anyone today.  Especially if that anyone was Shuji.  "Go away."

Shuji just hummed and rested his hip on the side of Shouta's desk.  "Yuuri-kun didn't come to class today.  It wasn't a known absence either.  Is he sick?"

Shouta shrugged.  No, Yuuri wasn't sick, but Shouta was pretty sure that he didn't want to come to school.  Shouta hadn't wanted to come to school, but there wasn't a competition or an exhibition to hide behind.  Yuuri could at least convince his coach to say there was some sort of unexpected practice that cropped up.  Surely, Alexei wouldn't punish Yuuri for Shouta being an ass.

"I know it's not show related.  I've been going to most of Yuuri-kun's practices at the arena just to make sure I have the tempo down.  I might not be performing during his practices, but consistency is key."  Shuji took the chair at the desk in front of Shouta and straddled it so that he could lean on Shouta's desk.  Shouta glared, but it was half-hearted at best.  He could feel Shuji's eyes taking in everything, including the tell tale redness to his eyes.  Shouta looked away.  "Kuso.  You broke up with him, didn't you?"  Shuji's voice was barely a whisper.

There was no way that Shouta was going to answer him.

"You mentioned that it was going to be hard, almost impossible to make it work if he was moving to Sapporo, but I didn't think that you'd actually do it.  I mean I hope--"

Shouta kicked Shuji in the shin.  It was the least that he deserved.  He fought back a grin at the howl that Shuji let out.

"That was not cool.  I wasn't going to say anything bad."

Shouta just gave him the "I don't believe you look".  It should have been painfully familiar to Shuji.

"No, really.  I was going to say that I hoped you could work something out."

Shouta couldn't help the snort.  "I thought you were going to say that you hoped that I would so you could have a shot."

"Maybe I was thinking it a little, but I wouldn't have said it to your face!"

Shouta couldn't help but laugh.  "There's that, I suppose.  I guess you aren't a total waste as a human being."

Shuji grinned at him.   "At least you have some sort of sense of humor.  Though really, how angry would you be if I tried?"

"Don't."

"Why not?  A little high school fling?  Something fun to end the year on before he goes to Sapporo and I go to Tokyo."

Shouta shook his head.  "Yuu-kun isn't like that and you know it.  He's not--"

"But maybe he could be."  At Shouta's glare, Shuji backtracked.  "All right, no, probably not, but there's no reason that he has to be lonely the last few months of school."

"It's not like I told him that we couldn't be friends anymore."

"I like how you think that he'll still want to hang out after that."

Shuji was right.  Shouta knew that Yuuri probably would be spending as little time as possible with him, but it wasn't like he didn't have other friends in the IS track.  Granted, the next closest friend he had was Shuji... Damn it.  "Don't hit on him."

"How am I supposed to not hit on him?  I don't think I know how to not hit on that beautiful boy.  If I didn't hit on him I'm pretty sure he'd think I wasn't feeling well."

Also true.  Shouta had never really hated anyone more than Shuji right then.  He didn't even hate the Russian as much.  He pressed his lips into a thin line.

"Tell you what.  I won't do anything that I wouldn't normally do.  Fair?"

Shouta looked down at the Math sheet he needed to complete.  "Not in my opinion, but then I don't really deserve fair, do I?"  Shouta sighed.  "This sucks.  But Yuuri will probably need a friend."

"My point precisely!"

Shouta rolled his eyes toward the ceiling.  "And you're going to take advantage of the situation, aren't you?"

"Maybe just a little, but then where would the EXCITEment be if I didn't?"

Shouta just blinked at him.  "Is it possible for you to have a conversation without mentioning the name of your band?"

"Probably, but why should I even try?"

Oh Shuji....

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Could you possibly write a drabble about viktor's reaction to yuuri in a crop top? And maybe him talking/screaming to chris about it and chris just making fun of him.

Hopefully this is sort of what you’re looking for…

Viktor stopped skating when his phone notification went off and skated over to the barrier ignoring Yakov’s yell.  The only time that particular chime went off was a social media update regarding Yuuri.  Yakov huffed and turned away from Viktor and started yelling at Mila who had the other half of the ice that morning.

Grabbing his phone, Viktor swiped it open and opened Instagram.  And there is was a new Instagram video starring Yuuri.  God Bless Phichit Chulanont.

Viktor stuck in an earbud and pressed play, once again ignoring Yakov’s yell that if he wasn’t back on the ice in under five minutes that he was going to pull him out of every competition for the season.  Viktor didn’t care.  He would, in five minutes, but right then the need to watch a video of Yuuri was much more important.

The music was some pop ballad that Viktor didn’t recognize, but he was very familiar with the moves that Yuuri was doing.  Floor work for ballet.  Yet all the ballet terminology fled his mind because Yuuri was dancing in a crop top.  Not just any crop top either.  He had been wearing a full men’s ballet leotard, but the top was pulled down and his stomach was showing.  The black cotton brushed the skin over his belly button as he turned and the metallic design in silver blurred as Yuuri went into a turn.

Viktor knew then that he had died.  He was dead.  Breath would no longer fill his lungs because it had all been stolen by that too beautiful man.  Fuck.

“VIKTOR!”

With a last glance at the looping video, Viktor closed his phone and set it down.  He only stumbled on his spins three times the rest of the day, each time because he couldn’t get the sight of Yuuri Katsuki turning in a crop top and leotard bottoms out of his head.  Fuck.

***

“Chris.  I need help.  Send me a nude or something.”

“WHAT?!”  Chris coughed and Viktor switched his phone to the other ear while Chris worked on not choking.  Viktor really did have rather impeccable timing when it came to making Chris choke on whatever he was eating or drinking.  "Are you insane?  I am not sending you a nude.  Why do you want one anyway?“

Viktor sighed.  "Did you see what that friend of Yuuri’s posted today?  Did you?  Because I did and it almost killed my spins.  I can’t handle it.”

“Hold on a minute.”

Viktor waited while Chris probably checked his Instagram.  He tapped his fingers on the tabletop and Makkachin came running.  His girl always knew when Viktor was agitated and he dug his fingers into her curls and rubbed her head.  "Good pup.“

Chris’s low whistle signalled his return to the conversation.  "Do you need a cardiologist, Viktor?”

“I need a distraction.  Send nudes.”

“No.  You need to book a flight to visit that boy.  Did you see the yoga video?”

Viktor swallowed, his heart starting to beat faster.  "Yoga?“

"Yuuri apparently is a master at Downward Dog.”

“Fuck.”  Viktor turned to his computer and hit his bookmark for Instagram and there it was, posted just minutes prior.  Yuuri doing yoga.  No leotard this time, he was in sweatpants and a different top.  It might have been a crop top, might not have been.  All Viktor knew was that the sweatpants were resting low on his hips, his hipbones jutting out and the shirt had fallen down around his neck, and the expanse of lightly tanned chest could be seen.  "Seriously, fuck.“

Chris took a breath.  "You know you’ll be disappointed with any nudes that are not of Yuuri, so either call the boy or watch those videos on repeat.  Or you could always pull out the video of his bondage skate…”

Viktor inhaled sharply.  "Why are you my friend?“

"Because I give great advice and drink with you when you ignore it?”

“There’s that.”

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Chapters: 36/? Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) Rating: Explicit Summary:

Most of Yuuri's life is on the ice, but a good bit is off the ice too.

Series of vignettes or drabbles based in the Bear Your Soul on the Ice universe as requested on my tumblr. Pairing and characters vary. Each chapter a different drabble with prompt and character information given.

The drabbles are finally updated!  I got the last 12 (yeah, yeah, I know) up.  So ao3 is now all caught up.  And I upped the rating to be on the safe side. 

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(BYSOTI[D]) Drabble Suggestion: Yuuri gets a cold and needs to stay in bed for an indefinite about if time. Cue parents, skating parents, worried Russians, a caring boyfriend, and essentially the entire Japanese skating community ready to wait on him and and foot.

Katsuki Yuuri fan board (on a Japanese skating forum)

Minami_skatesI just got off the phone with my coach.  I can’t go to Osaka for choreo because Yuuri-kun is SICK!  Everyone should send him good wishes!  I’ll be sending a get well soon card!  I’m sure Yuuri-kun would love to know we’re thinking of him!

200+ replies 

***

Riku thanked Shouta as she took the container of soup from his hands.  “Please thank your mother for me, Nakagawa-kun.  I’m sure that Yuuri-kun will appreciate it.  If you wait for a few minutes, I will prepare a tray for him and you can take it up.”

“Ok.  How is he?  He looked bad the other day when the nurse sent him home.”

Riku sighed.  “I think he’s been pushing himself too hard with all the things, but he’s a little better.  He has some color now, but he’s still very tired.”  She started arranging things on a tray.  “Here, you go.  Just be careful not to spill anything on the way up the stairs.  His door should be open so Vicchan can come and go without him needing to get up.”

Shouta nodded.

“And please tell him to drink as much as possible!  Fluids are important!”

“Yes, Riku-san.”  Shouta carefully started up the stairs and headed to Yuuri’s door, pressing his back against it so that he could enter without spilling anything.  “Yuuri, I have soup.”

Shouta set the tray down on Yuuri’s desk and looked at the bed.  Yuuri was sleeping under a pile of blankets, his cheeks flushed red as well as the tip of his nose.  He reached out and brushed the hair off Yuuri’s brow and then leaned in and pressed his lips to Yuuri’s forehead.

To take his temperature.

“Shouta?”

“Hmm.  I have soup.  My mother made it for you.  Want some?”

Yuuri nodded and rolled over, scooting up the bed until he was sitting.

With a smile, Shouta picked up the bowl and held out a spoonful of soup.

“Shouta, I can feed myself.”  Yuuri reached for the spoon, but Shouta moved it away, back toward the bowl.

“Let me, please?  Just a few?  And then I’ll give you the spoon.”

Yuuri rolled his eyes, but let Shouta feed him soup.

***

“Yuu-kun, Yakov called and gave me a list of things that I’m to check that you have since you’re sick and to check that the package arrived.”  Alexei came in carrying a disturbingly large box.  Half of it seemed to be DVDs with skaters names on them.  “He sent some of his collection of the past greats so that you don’t lose your edge while you’re convalescing.”  

Yuuri groaned.  “I’m not going to be sick for a month.”

Alexei set the box down next to the bed.  “I know, but people care.  Viktor sent some magazines.  I think he has a photo spread in all of them.  Mila sent a CD of songs she thinks you’d like to skate to.  Katya sent… I’m not quite sure… cookies maybe?  They’re black.”

Yuuri shuddered.  Katya could cook, but she could not bake at all.  No patience for the measuring.

“And Georgi sent some sort of romance novel.  It’s in Russian… which, makes it pointless, but it’s the thought that counts, right?”  Yuuri laughed, and doing so made his head spin, so he ended up groaning and falling down on his side.  Alexei ran his hand over his hair.  “Get some sleep.”

***

“Yuuri-kun?”

“Is that Katsudon?!”  Yuuri sat up in bed.

“Your sister arrived with it.  Took the train up with all the parts and put it together.  Said your mother knew you just wouldn’t get better without it.”  Riku smiled.

“Eat up, kid.”

“Thanks, Mari-neechan.”

***

Yuuri looked over at the very large box that Alexei set down next to where he was working at his desk on the work that he’d missed while he was sick.  “What are those?”

“Get well wishes.  Apparently, Minami-kun organized it all.  Lots of get well cards and letters.”  Alexei paused.  “The mailman laughed when he dropped it off.  Oh, and he says to get well soon, too.”

Yuuri groaned and let his head fall to his desk.

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Sooooo you said in your tags that chris wouldn't know what to do if yuuri said yes to his advances... could we maybe get a drabble about that, if you're still taking requests? :)

Anonymous said:I think we need some drunk drabble! Take your pick on who’s gonna be

It had been a day.  A horrible day and the only thing that made it better was that it wasn’t a competition day, so maybe, just maybe, Yuuri could turn it around and make it a not bad day.  How he didn’t know, but hopefully, something would just click.

“Yuuri!  How was practice?”

Yuuri gave Chris a look but moved his bag off the seat next to him.

“That bad?”

“Just a series of not quite horrible things that culminated in my lace snapping on a triple axel during practice so I fell hard on the landing.  All told it just sucked.”

Chris signalled to the wait staff that he was ready to order.  “That’s unfortunate, but there are things we can do to fix that!  Have some fun!”

“Fun?”

“Hmm.”  At the server’s approach, Chris grinned.  “I have just the thing.”  He smiled and turned to the young woman.  “Two vespers.”  She nodded and headed off to the bar.  “Time to teach you about martinis.  And there is no better way than with Bond’s.”

“This is because you’re skating to the Bond soundtrack, isn’t it?”

Chris just shrugged.  “Doesn’t matter!  First martinis and then something that will make you laugh.”

***

Two and a half martinis later and Yuuri was slightly stumbling into Chris’s room and the only thing that made it better was that Chris was no better off than he was.

“Martinis learned.  Now you said you’d make me laugh?”  Yuuri groaned.  “But my coach can never hear of this.  He’ll kill me!”

Chris snickered.  “Mine too.  Secret musketeer pact!”

Yuuri giggled and fell down into the chair while Chris fell down onto his bed and reached for the controller.

“I bet there’s something on TV.”

“I don’t speak French.”

Chris paused.  “That… makes it more difficult. Oh, wait, I know!”  He rolled to his side and pulled out his phone.  “I, uh, I have just the thing that will make you laugh!”  Chris started messing around and Yuuri let his head tilt back up to look at the ceiling.

Yuuri’s head was just a little buzzy, like he was floating.  He wasn’t completely an innocent when it came to drinking, it just wasn’t something that he allowed himself to do often, though this point, where he was still all there but just kind of loose was the best.  Didn’t think it would only take two and a half martinis though.  Didn’t know that martinis tasted like that.  Not bad.

Chris’s voice broke Yuuri’s chain of thought.  

“Chris laughs as he approaches the pool.  “And here I wanted to go skinny dipping,” he says as he slides down to sit on the side of the pool letting his legs dangle in the water. “What are you two doing here?”

““Nothing much,” Viktor says.  He’s floating in the pool, his hair looking like a silver halo around his head.

““Waiting for you.”  Yuuri lifts himself out of the water next to him and Chis catches his breath as the rivulets of water run down his well-toned stomach and arms.”

“STOP!  Chris, oh my god, please stop.  What is that?”

Chris tossed Yuuri his phone and laughed.  “It’s one of the Explicit Three Musketeer fics.  It’s not too bad.”

Yuuri dropped the phone like it was cursed or poisoned.  “Why would you read one of them?!  Don’t do that!”

“But they’re funny and sometimes even hot.  Seriously, skinny dipping in December?”

Yuuri just raised an eyebrow.  “Didn’t someone start something a couple of years ago during the Olympics… something involving swimsuits.”

Chris laughed.  “All right, you got me, but really, it is funny, and there’s this position and sometimes I wonder if they know the limits of the human body.”

The bad thing about alcohol – and Yuuri could admit this to himself only because he was a little tipsy – is that it made him curious.  Or rather, it let him give in to his curiosity.  So he picked the phone back up and skimmed, his face getting more and more red as he read.

He swallowed.  “That’s totally possible, if you stretch before trying it.”

Chris just stared at him for a minute.  “No.  Really?  You want to try?”  His voice was teasing and obviously not serious.

“Sure.  Why not.”  Yuuri stood up, his fingers playing with the hem of his shirt.  “I’m still pretty limber from practice.”

He’d never seen Chris move so far so fast when he wasn’t on the ice.  Chris was always languid. Like liquid sex.  Or what Yuuri thought liquid sex would look like as a person, but the deer in headlights look on his face was as far from sexy as Chris could get.

Yuuri fell back into his chair with a laugh.  “Bit off more than you could handle, Chris?”

“You… you weren’t serious.”

Yuuri shook his head.  “No, but I wanted to see what you’d do.  You’re right, you did find a way to make me laugh.  Thanks.” 

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BYSOTI(D) prompt: Vitya is waxing poetic about the gloriousness of Yuuri's ass (to Chris). If this is in person, Yuuri walks in; if not, Victor accidentally sends his soliloquy to him instead of Chris. Ideally before they get together xD

ViktorAnd then he was stretching, and the way that his pants drew taut across his ass…  I just can’t handle it sometimes.  Why does he have to be so hot?  And cute.  And hot.  And cute.  I can’t even pick one.

Yuuri blinked at the message.  This… this wasn’t the sort of thing that Viktor would send to him.  It wasn’t the sort of thing that Yuuri wanted Viktor to send.  He really really really didn’t want to hear about Viktor’s conquests or who he thought was hot.

It was uncomfortable.

It made him want what he couldn’t have.

He much preferred Viktor up on his pedestal as the best skater.  The one to beat.  The one to strive to be just as good as.

(And a friend, but right now…)

YuuriWho?Also, you probably didn't mean to send this to me.  It was for Chris, right?

The part that sucked the most was knowing that Viktor would just laugh off sending the message to the wrong person before asking if Yuuri wanted all the details even knowing that Yuuri would threaten to not talk to him if he did that.

It was always all fun and games with Viktor.

***

ViktorFUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

ChrisOne second you’re regaling me with the discussion of how great Yuuri’s ass looked in the practice video the JSF posted on their website and the next you’re cursing.  Came too soon?

ViktorI accidentally sent the message to Yuuri.

ChrisWell, that’s one way to tell the boy you’d like to do him every which way and then take him to the altar.

ViktorChris!  I’m serious!  What the fuck am I supposed to do?!Wait… he… he doesn’t realise I’m talking about him.  I didn’t actually mention his name.What do I do?  He asked who I was talking about!

ChrisHmmm.  Just listen to me for a minute here.  I have a crazy idea.  You like crazy ideas.

ViktorI’ll take any idea!

ChrisTELL HIM THAT IT WAS ABOUT HIM.  Then arrange to meet up somewhere.  Give in to your hormones for a sex filled weekend.  Propose or something a few weeks later and then, here’s the really crazy part, BE HAPPY (And maybe don’t tell me about all the sex you’re having because then I might have to kill you.)

ViktorThat is the worst plan in the history of plans!I’ll… I’ll just make something up.  Maybe say I was talking about the ice dancer you have the hots for.

ChrisCoward.

ViktorYES I AM!

***

ViktorHAHAHA!  You’re right!  I was talking with Chris about this Swiss ice dancer!  Maybe you’ve seen him skate?

YuuriAh.  Yes.  Chris has pointed him out before.  He’s all right, I suppose.  Not really my type.Um… I need to go.  Enjoy talking with Chris about your hot ice dancer!

Yuuri pressed the power button on his phone until the phone shut all the way off.  He didn’t want to see anything more about hot ice dancer whoever for the rest of the night.  He needed to study.  And then he’d go out and… do something.  Something so he wouldn’t have to think.

That was a solid plan.

***

ViktorFUCK.I think he’s upset with me.

ChrisShould have gone with my plan…

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BYSOTI(D) Drabble Prompt: Victor and Yuuri (whether together or separately) discover that there are RPF about themselves, both with other people, and each other. This could be before or after they get together, though the former may be more amusing?

“So you know how Yakov is always saying “never google yourself”?”

Yuuri didn’t even answer, just dropped his head down to the table.  This was going to go somewhere that he wouldn’t like.  He just knew it.

“Let me guess,” Chris leaned forward.  “You googled yourself.”

With a smile that could stun reporters and make them forget every question that they had ever wanted to ask him, Viktor nodded.  “I did!  And there are some amazing things.  People draw artwork of me!  And other skaters, but of me!”

“As if your ego wasn’t already outrageous, mon cher.”

Yuuri kept his mouth shut.

“Not only that, they write stories!”

Chris laughed.  “Stories?”

Yuuri groaned.  “Please tell me you didn’t read any.”  Just what the world needed, a Viktor Nikiforov that was aware that RPF was a thing.

“Have you read any?”  Viktor sounded curious.

Yuuri sat up and shifted.  That was a dangerous question.  He had been a twelve year old with an idol and access to the internet.  So, of course, he’d read some, but he wasn’t about to tell Viktor that!.  “No.” Liar.

“There’s some about you as well, Yuuri!  And about Chris!”

“Ooh.  How do I find it!  I want to read them!”  Chris took out his phone.

“I’ll send you a link to an archive!”

Yuuri thought about abandoning the rest of his drink and claiming tiredness and running up to his room.  It was allowed.  They’d all skated their short programs just a few hours ago.

“What’s the difference between a slash and an ampersand?”

Yuuri gave up.  “The slash denotes a romantic pairing and an ampersand is supposed to denote just a friendship or other relationship.”  There was no getting out of this and these two needed supervision.

“You’ve read some, Yuuri?!”

“No.  I have not read any fic about myself, but I’ve read fanfiction before.  Phichit reads a lot of fanfiction.  Probably writes some too.  I don’t really ask because  I don’t need to know the complex relationship dynamics of Naruto and Sasuke and whoever.”  From the looks on their faces, Yuuri had lost them already.  Thank god.

Viktor looked back down at his phone.  “Oh, look, Yuuri!  Here’s one about us.  It has that slash thing, so that means we’re in a relationship in that one, right?”

Chris was choking on his pastry or something, but Yuuri sighed and looked at Viktor’s phone and the summary.  “Uh, Viktor?”

“What?”

“Two things, according to that we hate each other.”

“What?!”

“And… well, we’re, um…” Yuuri could feel the heat crawling up his face.  He couldn’t actually force himself to say ‘hate-sex’.

Christophe, however, could apparently.  “Oh my god.  It’s a one-shot about the two of you hate-fucking.  Can I read it?”

“What?!”  Yuuri thought that he’d never heard that particular inflection from Viktor before.  It was sad but something else as well.  Something that he couldn’t place.

“It’s pretty hot.  And they’ve really put a mouth on Yuuri here.  I mean, really.”

“Chris, don’t read it!”  Viktor was trying to snatch his phone back.

“I’m not done!”  He lifted the phone up into the air.  “Oh!  They really capture Yuuri’s flexibility too!  Damn, I wonder if that position is even possible in real life.”  Chris wiggled his eyebrows at Yuuri.  “Want to give it a try?”

“Chris!” And really Yuuri was used to this sort of outrageousness from Viktor and Chris at this point.

“Of course he doesn’t!”  Viktor crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ok, I found one.”  Chris must have moved on from whatever depravity he’d been reading.  “I scrolled further up and there’s a something called a slow burn where you and Yuuri are star-crossed lovers and royalty–”

This time it was Yuuri that looked over Chris’s shoulder.  “They warn for major character death.  So either Viktor or I die.  Actually both of us, probably. Sounds very Romeo and Juliet.”  He paused.  “Why are you only looking at things tagged with me and Viktor?”

Chris shrugged.  “That’s what was there when I hit the back key.”  So if you can sort by relationship, let’s look up a threesome!”  Chris messed around with Viktor’s phone.  

Viktor had gone terribly quiet and his cheeks had colored rose.  Yuuri was surprised his own face wasn’t tomato red, himself, but really, Viktor had brought this on himself.

“Ooh!  There’s a relationship called Three Musketeers all about us!  And the first fic that comes up is Explicit!”