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shit victor nikiforov says after he marries yuuri

“hi, i’m yuuri’s husband, victor” instead of “hi, i’m victor nikiforov”

“you have to formally adopt makkachin now that we’re married”

“should we hyphenated makkachin’s last name so everyone knows he’s your son too when you pick him up from doggy day care”

“as your husband…” as an excuse to basically anything

“as your husband i have bought you an entire new wardrobe”

“as your husband and someone who cares deeply about your health i’m ritualistically burning this tie”

“as your husband i think i get a say on wether locker room sex should be a ‘no no’ or not”

“no i will not hurry up, beauty takes time, yuuri. i’m your prettiest acessory. no i will not stop calling myself that. don’t sigh at me.”

“it’s offensive to me that you haven’t groped my ass once while i’m wearing my new underwear, like why are we even married if you don’t take advantage of how good my ass looks???”

“what do you mean i can’t keep buying you expensive things and calling them engagement presents??? yes i know we already got married, we can do it again!”

“a fifth honeymoon is absolutely necessary. no, i can’t just call it a vacation. we are in LOVE yuuri.”

“i will blow you in the shower if you wash the dishes for me. yes, again. i don’t like touching the dishes it’s greasy and disgusting”

“i’m going to FIGHT the russian skating officials if i want to pair skate with my husband i will goddamned pair skate with my husband”

“yes i know it’s three am, but you still like being married to me right? what do you mean that sounds like something you’d say?? do i not look happy? that’s it i’m going to *insert over the top romantic gesture here*”

“listen if i want to make all my programs about my beautiful husband yuuri katsuki i will. im victor nikiforov, who’s going to stop me? god? i dont think so”

“we should arrange a wedding for our gold medals”

“i do what i want even if it’s a reckless stupid idea” *five minutes later* “nevermind yuuri says no”

“sex tapes are only trashy if you’re not married, yuuri”

Highly accurate and magical 👌

happy 2 year YOI anniversary!!

thank you to the people who made yoi possible, and to the fandom <3 I wouldn’t be here today without everyone :’>

speedpaint

Especial OtaYuri ♥

He’s meowing in russian.

Aaand there we are! Thank you! ♥

damnspicymacaroni

is this meme dead or already done

probably

(I would link the original post, but I’m too fucking stupid to figure out how)

The Client

Otabek helped Yuri lower himself onto the couch before sitting down. “That’s hard to say. Whoever it was could still be nearby, but we don’t know if they’re capable of…” How could he put it so that it wouldn’t scare Yuri? “Fulfilling their threats. When you saw this face, a while ago- did you catch any features?”

The nurse frowned at the scene unfolding before him. If the patient couldn’t be left alone for just a moment, how was he going to react when Otabek would have to wait in a separate room while they treated him?

Meanwhile, Otabek had given up on the wheelchair. “I’ll carry him in. It’s easier,” He said, holding Yuri protectively. “You’re okay. I’ve got you…” He murmured to the blond as he started making his way towards the hospital entrance, not wanting to think about what would happen once they were inside.

Yuri nestled in Otabek’s chest and clung onto his shirt. He breathed in his scent and felt safe again. He began to slowly calm down. “Bekh…”

Yuri looked in Otabek’s eyes and smiled weakly. He was drooling on his and the other’s shirt, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He yawned loudly

Otabek did his best to smile reassuringly back. "Try and nap, okay?" The guilt made Otabek feel sick to his stomach. "I'll be there when you wake up. I won't leave your side." He knew he wouldn't be able to stay with Yuri once he was in a doctor's hands. The look the nurse gave him only confirmed it.

There was a stretcher waiting for them at the hospital door, as well as a medical team. Otabek could only hope that Yuri was delirious enough to be compliant.

I should have drawn more people on the train

maybe he needs someone who show his strength again and again. just to know he do care

Sometimes, Otabek couldn’t quite believe how lucky he was. Getting so far in his skating career, having a supportive family, a loving boyfriend. One of these moments was simply cuddling on the couch, watching trashy TV, without a care in the world.

In these moments, he could find himself getting somewhat emotional- not enough to cry, but enough to be noticeable.

“Love you,” he murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

@russian-ice-cat

“Well, if you could make this exception more often, it would be much appreciated on my part…” Otabek smirked, letting himself bask in the attention. “I didn’t move in with you because you’re sweet. I like you feisty.” Otabek chuckled quietly. “Mmh. Yeah. Sounds good.”

“I will try my best, but I need to focus on my skating, so I can kick Victor’s ass on the ice” Yuri said. “But in my days off, and after practice… I can think just of you! In the other times, you have to share~” Yuri giggled and nuzzled Otabek’s nose with his own. “I like you handsome, just as you always are~ But I bet you like me also sweet. Carry me to the bathroom?” He purred his voice sweet

“I suppose that’s fair enough… Even though I know for a fact that you could beat him without working yourself this hard. He doesn’t stand a chance against you.” Otabek quickly kissed Yuri’s cheek before pushing himself up off of the couch with a groan. “Since you asked so nicely…” He grinned, easily picking Yuri up bridal style.

“I hope you are right~ but I have to prepare for the worst~ And Lilia wouldn’t allow one of her skaters to think of something else than skating during the practice!” Yuri said, trying to copy Lilia’s voice. He broke in laughing.

Yuri wrapped his arms around Otabek’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I always know how to ask for things with my bear~”

“Best not to think of me then. I’m still scared of her- it feels like she still doesn’t approve of me! Maybe it’s because of the motorcycle…”

Otabek smiled, pressing a few kisses into the top of Yuri’s head. “You’ve got me wrapped around your finger,” He chuckled, shaking his head. “It’s a good job I love you, or perhaps I wouldn’t spoil you so much…” He teased.

“Nooo,it is because someone stole one of her precious children” Yuri said, kissing Otabek’s cheek sweetly. “And the motorcycle”

Yuri kissed Otabek’s lips. “I like having you wrapped around my finger~ and you will always spoil me very much because you love me~ and I love you~” he winced. “Can we shower together?”

"Now I'm even more terrified. Thank for that." Otabek rolled his eyes, but returned the kiss anyway.

Otabek smiled as he set Yuri down on the bathroom counter, turning to switch the shower on. "I know you're reminding me of this so that you can get what you want, but I'm letting it work," He chuckled. "C'mon, I'll wash your hair if you want." He undressed and threw his clothes in the hamper before getting in the shower.

The Client

Otabek helped Yuri lower himself onto the couch before sitting down. “That’s hard to say. Whoever it was could still be nearby, but we don’t know if they’re capable of…” How could he put it so that it wouldn’t scare Yuri? “Fulfilling their threats. When you saw this face, a while ago- did you catch any features?”

The nurse frowned at the scene unfolding before him. If the patient couldn't be left alone for just a moment, how was he going to react when Otabek would have to wait in a separate room while they treated him?

Meanwhile, Otabek had given up on the wheelchair. "I'll carry him in. It's easier," He said, holding Yuri protectively. "You're okay. I've got you..." He murmured to the blond as he started making his way towards the hospital entrance, not wanting to think about what would happen once they were inside.

Otabek’s Motorcycle

For your fanfiction/headcanon/au needs

Otabek rides a Harley Davidson Street 750

Sometimes, Otabek couldn’t quite believe how lucky he was. Getting so far in his skating career, having a supportive family, a loving boyfriend. One of these moments was simply cuddling on the couch, watching trashy TV, without a care in the world.

In these moments, he could find himself getting somewhat emotional- not enough to cry, but enough to be noticeable.

“Love you,” he murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

@russian-ice-cat

“Well, if you could make this exception more often, it would be much appreciated on my part…” Otabek smirked, letting himself bask in the attention. “I didn’t move in with you because you’re sweet. I like you feisty.” Otabek chuckled quietly. “Mmh. Yeah. Sounds good.”

“I will try my best, but I need to focus on my skating, so I can kick Victor’s ass on the ice” Yuri said. “But in my days off, and after practice… I can think just of you! In the other times, you have to share~” Yuri giggled and nuzzled Otabek’s nose with his own. “I like you handsome, just as you always are~ But I bet you like me also sweet. Carry me to the bathroom?” He purred his voice sweet

“I suppose that’s fair enough… Even though I know for a fact that you could beat him without working yourself this hard. He doesn’t stand a chance against you.” Otabek quickly kissed Yuri’s cheek before pushing himself up off of the couch with a groan. “Since you asked so nicely…” He grinned, easily picking Yuri up bridal style.

“I hope you are right~ but I have to prepare for the worst~ And Lilia wouldn’t allow one of her skaters to think of something else than skating during the practice!” Yuri said, trying to copy Lilia’s voice. He broke in laughing.

Yuri wrapped his arms around Otabek’s neck and nuzzled his neck. “I always know how to ask for things with my bear~”

"Best not to think of me then. I'm still scared of her- it feels like she still doesn't approve of me! Maybe it's because of the motorcycle..."

Otabek smiled, pressing a few kisses into the top of Yuri's head. "You've got me wrapped around your finger," He chuckled, shaking his head. "It's a good job I love you, or perhaps I wouldn't spoil you so much..." He teased.

The Client

Otabek helped Yuri lower himself onto the couch before sitting down. “That’s hard to say. Whoever it was could still be nearby, but we don’t know if they’re capable of…” How could he put it so that it wouldn’t scare Yuri? “Fulfilling their threats. When you saw this face, a while ago- did you catch any features?”

“I’m here. Please, it’s okay, no need to worry…” Otabek forced a rigid and unconvincing smile as he tried to ease the car off of the curb as gently as he could. The lack of fight left in Yuri was the most concerning thing of all- his usual feisty attitude was almost completely lost.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, okay?” He patted Yuri’s knee to wake him up a bit. “Keep me company. How are you feeling? Where does it hurt most?”

Yuri struggled and snapped his eyes opened as he was suddenly touched, waking up from his fevered sleep. “Nonono…” He mumbled and struggled, thinking that someone wanted to hurt him, but then he heard Otabek’s warm and kind voice and calmed down. Yuri couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he was saying something. He was safe as long as Otabek was with him. “O-be-ka…ah…”

He grabbed Otabek’s hand and squeezed it weakly, whimpering, before he broke in forcefull wet coughs again, spitting on himself

Otabek quickly withdrew his hand once he realised Yuri was uncomfortable. “You’re awake now? Good. Try and stay that way, okay?” He tried to speak for the both of them, filling the silence.

“Yeah. It’s Otabek. You’ll feel better soon, I promise,” He soothed, glancing over to Yuri as he started coughing. “How bad does it hurt? Are you coughing blood?”

Yuri coughed and coughed, until the saliva he was spitting turned into a pink one. He collapsed on his seat, breathing hard and looking at Otabek. His lips escaped a loud cry of pain, followed by more. His whole body hurt. He reached weakly for Otabek, for the one who was easing his pain a bit. “Be..ah..”

“I’m here. I won’t leave, I promise,” He assured Yuri, patting his hand in an attempt at comforting the blond. In his head, he was cursing the traffic with every word he could imagine, but he tried to remain outwardly calm for Yuri’s sake. “Almost there, okay? Just have to get to the parking lot and then you’ll get help.”

Yuri whimpered in pain and squeezed Otabek’s hand with the small amount of force he had. He placed his body guard’s hand on his own wet cheek and sighed a bit in relief. He felt so cold, but in the same time so hot, and Otabek’s hand was cold over his swollen bruise. He felt safe feeling that he was with someone who could protect him. Yuri looked through Otabek, his eyes closing. He was so tired

Otabek managed to park up easily, trying not to put any pressure on Yuri’s bruise. “I’ll have to carry you in,” He explained as he started to lift Yuri out of the car. “Try and tell me if I hurt you. And stay awake.” He said, tying his best not to jolt Yuri as he walked quickly towards the emergency department. “Is it alright if I tell them about your job? It might help them…”

Yuri jolted awake as he was suddenly lifted and carried. He struggled and whimpered at first, before he realized that Otabek was carrying him. He clung on his shirt and relaxed a bit.

Then he heard him talking…about what? A job…what job? Did Otabek want him do his job? He began to struggle and cry loudly. “No mo®e! No sex! Plea!” Everything hurt too much for him to handle any more pain. “Plea! Beh!”

Yuri was almost alarmingly thin, so carrying him wasn’t an issue until he started to thrash about. Otabek didn’t want to hold him tighter in case it scared him, but he also didn’t want to drop him. “No- no, nobody’s going to do that here. Especially not me, you’re okay,” He said, stopping in his path to try and calm the Russian.

Yuri kept struggling until he broke in a new wave of coughs. He wetted Otabek’s shirt with saliva and mucus, but it let him too exhausted to fight anymore. “No job…plea… You… Beh protec meh…” He clung on his shirt and looked in Otabek’s eyes with green and unfocused, but pleading and sad eyes. Yuri was reduced to just a mess of weak whimperes, cries and pleadings

Otabek looked desperately around for any hospital staff. “Excuse me!” He called out. He was beginning to feel as helpless as Yuri looked. “Can we get some help? Please?” He turned back to Yuri and lowered his voice, gently stroking his blond hair. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He looked up to the sound of a nurse running towards them.

Yuri looked up at Otabek in confusion, before his lips started shaking faster. His face turned even paller and he began to throw up all over himself and Otabek. He chocked and tried to say something, only to chocke more.

Yuri cried in pain, his eyes slowly closing. He reached weakly to tpuch Otabek’s cheek, his hand raising and falling

“Oh-” Otabek quickly regained his composure as he lay Yuri on the floor as gently as he could and then rolled him onto his side. He looked back up at the nurse. “He’s choking- he took some pills and now he’s choking-” He practically pulled the nurse to the ground.

Yuri was all shaking and moving without any sense. He was trying to get up but he was too confused and disoriented. His head fell back down as another wave of nausea rushed over him, followed by more chocking. The time without pills and the old pills had caused that to his body, his brain was not working well anymore

“Fuck- do something!” Otabek urged, finally letting his worries show now that he had someone else to care for Yuri. “His name’s Yuri. He’s… sexually active. The bruises and sensitivity come from that. Um… oh, the pills-” Otabek started listing any information that might be helpful while the nurse focused on keeping Yuri’s head tilted to the side to keep his airway clear. He was soon handed the offending pills by Otabek. “These were discontinued years ago…” The nurse muttered. “We need to get him inside. Go, find a wheelchair, stretcher, anything,” He told Otabek, who ran off immediately in search of one.

Yuri moved his head in confusion in his puking breaks, from Otabek to the other person who was touching him. As he finally stopped and catched his breath a bit, he saw Otabek leaving. He screamed. As loud as he could. He tried to move in Otabek’s direction, but he was running too fast. “Beh! Be-ah! Aaaa!” He reached weakly for him and cried, still screaming

The nurse was quick to stop Yuri from moving. "It's Yuri, isn't it? I'm a nurse. Is that man a family member? He'll be back soon, so there's no need to worry." As if on cue, Otabek returned with a wheelchair, gasping for breath. "Sorry. I'm- I'm back." He didn't have much time to recover from his spring before he was helping to lift Yuri into the chair.

#The Client #vomit tw

The Client

Otabek helped Yuri lower himself onto the couch before sitting down. “That’s hard to say. Whoever it was could still be nearby, but we don’t know if they’re capable of…” How could he put it so that it wouldn’t scare Yuri? “Fulfilling their threats. When you saw this face, a while ago- did you catch any features?”

“I’m here. Please, it’s okay, no need to worry…” Otabek forced a rigid and unconvincing smile as he tried to ease the car off of the curb as gently as he could. The lack of fight left in Yuri was the most concerning thing of all- his usual feisty attitude was almost completely lost.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, okay?” He patted Yuri’s knee to wake him up a bit. “Keep me company. How are you feeling? Where does it hurt most?”

Yuri struggled and snapped his eyes opened as he was suddenly touched, waking up from his fevered sleep. “Nonono…” He mumbled and struggled, thinking that someone wanted to hurt him, but then he heard Otabek’s warm and kind voice and calmed down. Yuri couldn’t understand what he was saying, but he was saying something. He was safe as long as Otabek was with him. “O-be-ka…ah…”

He grabbed Otabek’s hand and squeezed it weakly, whimpering, before he broke in forcefull wet coughs again, spitting on himself

Otabek quickly withdrew his hand once he realised Yuri was uncomfortable. “You’re awake now? Good. Try and stay that way, okay?” He tried to speak for the both of them, filling the silence.

“Yeah. It’s Otabek. You’ll feel better soon, I promise,” He soothed, glancing over to Yuri as he started coughing. “How bad does it hurt? Are you coughing blood?”

Yuri coughed and coughed, until the saliva he was spitting turned into a pink one. He collapsed on his seat, breathing hard and looking at Otabek. His lips escaped a loud cry of pain, followed by more. His whole body hurt. He reached weakly for Otabek, for the one who was easing his pain a bit. “Be..ah..”

“I’m here. I won’t leave, I promise,” He assured Yuri, patting his hand in an attempt at comforting the blond. In his head, he was cursing the traffic with every word he could imagine, but he tried to remain outwardly calm for Yuri’s sake. “Almost there, okay? Just have to get to the parking lot and then you’ll get help.”

Yuri whimpered in pain and squeezed Otabek’s hand with the small amount of force he had. He placed his body guard’s hand on his own wet cheek and sighed a bit in relief. He felt so cold, but in the same time so hot, and Otabek’s hand was cold over his swollen bruise. He felt safe feeling that he was with someone who could protect him. Yuri looked through Otabek, his eyes closing. He was so tired

Otabek managed to park up easily, trying not to put any pressure on Yuri’s bruise. “I’ll have to carry you in,” He explained as he started to lift Yuri out of the car. “Try and tell me if I hurt you. And stay awake.” He said, tying his best not to jolt Yuri as he walked quickly towards the emergency department. “Is it alright if I tell them about your job? It might help them…”

Yuri jolted awake as he was suddenly lifted and carried. He struggled and whimpered at first, before he realized that Otabek was carrying him. He clung on his shirt and relaxed a bit.

Then he heard him talking…about what? A job…what job? Did Otabek want him do his job? He began to struggle and cry loudly. “No mo®e! No sex! Plea!” Everything hurt too much for him to handle any more pain. “Plea! Beh!”

Yuri was almost alarmingly thin, so carrying him wasn’t an issue until he started to thrash about. Otabek didn’t want to hold him tighter in case it scared him, but he also didn’t want to drop him. “No- no, nobody’s going to do that here. Especially not me, you’re okay,” He said, stopping in his path to try and calm the Russian.

Yuri kept struggling until he broke in a new wave of coughs. He wetted Otabek’s shirt with saliva and mucus, but it let him too exhausted to fight anymore. “No job…plea… You… Beh protec meh…” He clung on his shirt and looked in Otabek’s eyes with green and unfocused, but pleading and sad eyes. Yuri was reduced to just a mess of weak whimperes, cries and pleadings

Otabek looked desperately around for any hospital staff. “Excuse me!” He called out. He was beginning to feel as helpless as Yuri looked. “Can we get some help? Please?” He turned back to Yuri and lowered his voice, gently stroking his blond hair. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.” He looked up to the sound of a nurse running towards them.

Yuri looked up at Otabek in confusion, before his lips started shaking faster. His face turned even paller and he began to throw up all over himself and Otabek. He chocked and tried to say something, only to chocke more.

Yuri cried in pain, his eyes slowly closing. He reached weakly to tpuch Otabek’s cheek, his hand raising and falling

“Oh-” Otabek quickly regained his composure as he lay Yuri on the floor as gently as he could and then rolled him onto his side. He looked back up at the nurse. “He’s choking- he took some pills and now he’s choking-” He practically pulled the nurse to the ground.

Yuri was all shaking and moving without any sense. He was trying to get up but he was too confused and disoriented. His head fell back down as another wave of nausea rushed over him, followed by more chocking. The time without pills and the old pills had caused that to his body, his brain was not working well anymore

"Fuck- do something!" Otabek urged, finally letting his worries show now that he had someone else to care for Yuri. "His name's Yuri. He's... sexually active. The bruises and sensitivity come from that. Um... oh, the pills-" Otabek started listing any information that might be helpful while the nurse focused on keeping Yuri's head tilted to the side to keep his airway clear. He was soon handed the offending pills by Otabek. "These were discontinued years ago..." The nurse muttered. "We need to get him inside. Go, find a wheelchair, stretcher, anything," He told Otabek, who ran off immediately in search of one.

#The Client #vomit tw

Sometimes, Otabek couldn’t quite believe how lucky he was. Getting so far in his skating career, having a supportive family, a loving boyfriend. One of these moments was simply cuddling on the couch, watching trashy TV, without a care in the world.

In these moments, he could find himself getting somewhat emotional- not enough to cry, but enough to be noticeable.

“Love you,” he murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

@russian-ice-cat

“Well, if you could make this exception more often, it would be much appreciated on my part…” Otabek smirked, letting himself bask in the attention. “I didn’t move in with you because you’re sweet. I like you feisty.” Otabek chuckled quietly. “Mmh. Yeah. Sounds good.”

“I will try my best, but I need to focus on my skating, so I can kick Victor’s ass on the ice” Yuri said. “But in my days off, and after practice… I can think just of you! In the other times, you have to share~” Yuri giggled and nuzzled Otabek’s nose with his own. “I like you handsome, just as you always are~ But I bet you like me also sweet. Carry me to the bathroom?” He purred his voice sweet

"I suppose that's fair enough... Even though I know for a fact that you could beat him without working yourself this hard. He doesn't stand a chance against you." Otabek quickly kissed Yuri's cheek before pushing himself up off of the couch with a groan. "Since you asked so nicely..." He grinned, easily picking Yuri up bridal style.

laurasstarlight

seducing isnt easy…

@vikthebitch this is yura n beks in the most recent roleplay bahahaha))

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