yuurikatsudon- um, do I know you?
v-nikiforov- I don't know, do you?
{lowercase intended, 1/11/17} {this was once #2 in aesthetic? :,)}
TW: extreme mentions of homophobia, anxiety, depression, toxic relationships. stay safe 💛
a/n hii sorry about sorta disappearing, ive been rly self-conscious about my writing recently so sorry if this isn't good, love you xxx
yuuri's pov
i pushed myself off the ice and tensed every single muscle in my body, whirling myself around like a hurricane and yet again, still landing on my swollen sides.
"katsuki, this is never going to be good enough for regionals!! what're you playing at?!" coach celestino yells at me from the other end of the rink, his voice beaming off the walls and pulsing in my mind. the ice usually chills me out when i feel anxious, so why is it the one place i don't want to be right now?
the only place i want to be is wrapped up in blankets, watching movies with victor on skype watching them with me. we'll share stories about our days, and laugh about stories from our cringy pasts. (aka my 12 year old self having the biggest crush on brendon urie).
the idea of regionals seemed like a complete blur to me now, when the idea of being in victor's arms seemed like the best idea in the entire world. and knowing my clingy-ass, once i become engulfed in his warmth, i'll never want to leave.
fuck. im in love.
also, a bigger fuck because i just fell and almost kicked phichit to the bahamas.
"JESUS CHRIST YOU FUCKING SPAZ, I COULD'VE DIED!" phichit snapped, leaving me to be terrified and in fits of giggles at the same time.
"sorry, i thought you would've sunk into the ice and disappeared forever. my bad." i smirked, chuckling at phichit's unamused expression.
"on that note, do you wanna go get ice cream?" he stood up and began skating out the rink.
i followed in suit, a smile plastered on my face. "i thought you'd never ask."
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victor's pov
it's safe to say that with yuuri gone for practice, i was bored out of my mind.
i sunk into my sofa for the millionth time that day, stretching my arm out to stroke makkachin's fur.
'what does the victor nikiforov do when he's bored?' i lay and thought for a moment.
he messages chris!!
(aka his best friend, or the god of the gays)
v-nikiforov- what's cookin good lookin
(chris)tmas- what's poppin my thottie
v-nikiforov- that didn't even rhyme
(chris)tmas- well im sorry english wasn't my first language
v-nikiforov- yeah wasn't mine either SO THAT AINT AN EXCUSE
(chris)tmas - fuck you
v-nikiforov- fuck me
(chris)tmas- fuck your boyfriend
v-nikiforov- gladly 😜😛😍👌🏼😻❤️😉🍆🍑💦
(chris)tmas - i don't even know his name, tell me i wanna google this bitch
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(chris)tmas- victor fucking nikiforov if that's him you indeed have one little squishy precious baby boy
v-nikiforov- back off he's my baby ❤️💗💞💓💜💚💖💕❣
(chris)tmas- IS THAT ACTUALLY HIM
v-nikiforov- YES
(chris)tmas- YOURE ACTUALLY SO LUCKY FKFKDKKSKSKS HES THE FULL PACKAGE LIKE HE LOOKS CUDDLY, SOFT, AND MSOT IMPORTANTLY FUCKABLE
v-nikiforov- IT ISNT ALWAYS ABOUT SEX
(chris)tmas- I DONT UNDERSTAND YOU, ITS LIKE YOU DONT CARE ABOUT SEX
v-nikiforov- unlike you i have class and i respect people if they don't want to go that far, if yuuri wants the d then i give him the d, if he doesn't then that's fine 😤
