Snippets in the life of Katsuki Yuuri, 24, as he lives his life with his coach-and-rival-and-fiancé, 5-time world champion, coffee-master, love-of-his-life, Victor Nikiforov.

"Yuuuuuri," Victor drawls, leaning his head on Yuuri's shoulder. "It's hot," he complains. He's already down to his t-shirt. Yuuri huffs a little, reluctantly amused. "Maybe you would feel cooler if you didn't drape yourself all over me."

Victor kissed Yuuri. You better believe all of these people have something to say about it. Or...Mari is exhausted, Minako is confused, Nishigori is supportive, Yakov is annoyed, Yuri is pissed, Phichit is the best friend anyone could ever have and Yuuri just wants to kiss Victor again.

Minako (20:32): I didn't know you could do a quad flip!! Minako (21:13): Yuuri when you are done with the press message me!!!! Yuuri (21:24): Sorry! More press than usual.

When Viktor had asked for something 'hot', Yuuri's reply wasn't exactly what he'd expected...

Yuri has joined the conversation. v-nikiforov: d i b s

Yuuri pounded on the back door of the strip club urgently. A security guard opened it, took one look at the desperate, drunk, giggling man in front of him, and started to close it promptly. “Wait!” Yuuri blurted out, trying to look serious. “Please, just hear what I have to say.” “Please listen to him,” Phichit begged, his eyes glittering with maniacal glee. “This might be the best thing that will ever happen in my entire life.” (post episode 10 - in which Yuuri gets drunk, Viktor probably gets a boner, and Phichit finally gives his best man's speech)

“Do you have any kinks?” Viktor looked down at Phichit, surprised. “Excuse me?” “Fetishes. Turn-ons. Things that make you go, ‘Oooh! Wow! Yeah!’” “I know what a kink is. Why are you asking me that kind of question?” “Don’t look so scandalized. It’s for my psychology project. Which I just told you about, but you were too busy drooling over Yuuri to listen,” Phichit said. (post episode 7 - In which Viktor is enlightened, Phichit is a little shit, and Yuuri frantically searches for ways to keep surprising Viktor)

Victor wants to ask Yuuri to marry him and needs some advice. Yakov is perhaps not the best person to go to for that advice (or perhaps he is the best man for the job after all.)

“You feel like an idiot?” Yuuri exclaimed, gaping at Victor. “You didn’t turn into a drunken fool in front of everybody at the Grand Prix banquet!” “No,” Victor said quietly. “I just fell in love with a drunken fool at the Grand Prix banquet.” Yuuri and Victor talk back in their hotel room. Yuuri was too busy at dinner being embarrassed by the revelation of his drunken antics at last year's banquet to realize how hard it hit Victor to realize that he didn't remember that night.

Fuck. Victor looked awful today after he got off the ice. He wasn’t even looking at the medal before they took it away to get his name engraved. He looked like he wasn’t even there. Yuri just wishes Victor would talk to someone (preferably not him) because fuck, he needs him. Victor’s actually a pretty good guy, once you get past the questionable taste in clothes (he forbids animal patterns. Like, really, dude? Such an old man) and, somehow, he’s always managed to inspire Yuri. He’s shown him moves, scolded him when he stayed too late the rink, and he’s always commented on all of his performances, just to show he was watching. And Victor likes watching movies with him, and volunteers to watch his siblings from time to time, when Yuri just needs to get away, for once. Victor buys him cat stickers for his birthday, even though he pretends it’s a kid’s gift and he doesn’t like it, and doesn’t say anything when he puts them on his notebooks. Victor’s kind of like an older brother, if Yuri wanted one. Which he doesn’t. He really doesn’t. // Yuri is done with Victor's shit. And he's done with Yuuri's too, fuck him. He's so done.

"Oh? You can't kiss silver?" Viktor makes a mock-horrified face. "Silver? No way!" Ah. Yuuri recognizes this—Viktor getting into one of his bratty moods. Yuuri's never really tried to do anything about it before, and eventually Viktor always tones it back down, but this time, Yuuri wonders... He shrugs. "Well, I guess I just won't be able to kiss you then."

ib a post on tumblr: yeah power bottom viktor is nice but what about loud needy bottom viktor who can't shut his moans no matter how hard he tries because yuuri fucks him just too good and he just lets yuuri do everything

"You kissed me in front of thousands of people." Viktor laughs, masking behind a gasp when Yuuri's grip on his hair turns deathly. "I did. I was so proud of you. You did so good." He pauses, relishing in the nervous tremble of Yuuri's shoulders. "We're in a bathroom, you know. You want everyone to see what you did to me?" "Maybe."

"Viktor." "Hm?" "Choke me."

The thing is. People always assume it’s Yuuri who’s the submissive one. They’re completely wrong, all of them. “Victor,” Yuuri murmurs. “What did you do, nights before a big competition? You never got nervous energy you couldn’t work off?” “Well,” Victor says like he’s considering. “To tell you the truth, times like that, I would mostly jerk off," and that's enough to give Yuuri some ideas.

Figure skaters are such crybabies.

Yuuri gets sent a suspicious link. lol i thought you might like it, came the quick reply, Phichit obviously using his short trip back home to mess around on the internet all day instead of training. it got leaked earlier today but he doesn’t care. the guy retweeted the link to it lololol probably uploaded it himself.

He lands butterfly-light in a swirl of hair and glittering gauze, and the ceiling crashes to the rink all around him. His ears are ringing with heartbeats, his efforts, the cries of the crowd. The rink wobbles under him -- must have landed a bit wrong but he can work through it. Only there are things strewn all over the ice; people usually know to wait until the end to throw roses and tokens and -- Not applause. Screams. The light is wrong because a fourth of the ceiling projectors are missing. The sky is dark. No stars. Something gleams behind the broken sky. And moves. Something he can't -- won't -- something. Something that's looking at him.

Christophe goes through his planned day like normal. He didn’t tell Yuuri this, but noon in Japan is five AM in Switzerland. He was not up when Yuuri called. The cause was worthy.

"Best press conference ever," the Japanese Nationals silver medalist says when asked. “Ten out of ten, would medal again.” "I would die for Katsuki-kun," Minami declares, with terrifying sincerity.

“I’m…uh….a retired competitive figure skater?” he asks, his voice going higher with embarrassment. “And I…uh…got 2 golds in the Grand Prix…and 2 golds in Worlds….and maybe a silver in Pyeongchang?”

Whatever the hell Yuri had been expected when he finally got around to joining the pig and Victor in the hot springs, it sure as f*** hadn’t been the humongous red dragon tattooed on the pig’s back. (or: that one in Yuri goes on a journey to figure out why something about Yuuri, the Katsuki family and Hasetsu as a whole seems… Very… Strange. There’s no way in hell Katsudon’s in the yakuza. Right?)

“You can’t quit skating to play children’s card games,” Celestino lectured. (In which the Yu-Gi-Oh trading card game exists and Phichit is very supportive of what is the weirdest direction for Yuuri to take coping with failure. Oh, and Viktor's there.)

xiii. no stranger to love “Houston, we have a problem,” says Phichit Chulanont as he looks up from his phone.

Yuuri Katsuki's stamina is inhuman. Victor will just need to resort to inhuman help to wear him out.