In honour of Valentine’s Day, here are things my bf has said to me in conversation and text that Victor Nikiforov has definitely said to his Beautiful Fiancé™ Katsuki Yuuri
‘No! It’s my birthday! I can say what I like! And you’re gorgeous!’
‘Nothing. Just looking at your ass.’
‘Classy. What do you want for dinner?’
*tilts head dramatically towards my ass*
‘Did you know that you’re the most beautiful thing to ever happen?’
‘… what about our darling (cat) dog?’
‘Hmm. It’s tough, but no. You’re prettier.’ *softly to our pet* ‘I still love you.’
*after tripping over literally nothing in slippers*
‘I love you. I think you’re wonderful and honestly, I put you on ice, you’re the most graceful thing I’ve ever seen. Even on rollerblades, you glide. But Jesus Christ, you’re such a fucking clutz.’
‘(Kotyenok), I love you and I know you worry about things. But take a deep breath, let me help and we’ll be just fine. We’ll fix it and you don’t have to worry anymore.’
*disarming the pillow aimed at his head*
‘It’s my birthday, you can’t hit me! Fuck off!’
‘Put that lip back. It won’t work.’
‘God damn it, you’re cute.’
‘Did you just call yourself chubby? You are not allowed to call yourself chubby. I’m the resident expert on your body and I can tell you, in my expert opinion, that you are sexy before anything else.’
‘What are you staring at?’
‘If anyone asks, you’re sick.’
‘Why? Are you coming home early?’
‘Yes. I cancelled and I’m heading home now.’
‘No. Would just rather hang out with you.’
‘What would you like me to make for dinner?’
‘You make me happy. That’s what you make.’
‘Will you forgive me if I’m sexy?’
‘Doesn’t matter how sexy you are if you’re not here.’
‘I’m proud of you. You took something that was very hard for you, learned from it and used it for some good.’
‘I love my new glasses, everything’s so much clearer.’
‘Amazing what happens when you actually go for an eye test. You get to be even cuter and see where you’re going!’
‘I got the stain out of your jumper, it’s on the clothes horse.’
‘I adore you xoxoxoxoxox’
‘Can’t I just wallow in self loathing?’
‘No. An ass like yours doesn’t deserve that deprecation.’
*points at mannequin that’s fallen over in shop*
‘Check it out! It’s your after your fiftieth glass of wine!’
‘Electric blankets. They’re the best thing ever.’
‘No. You’re the best thing ever.’
‘Do we have a scart lead?’
‘You’re the one of us from the 80’s.’
‘Oh, yes. I forgot. I’m a cradle robber, with my sprightly 1993 bae.’
‘Well, you did have a long night. And some vigorously good sex. Not that I’m boasting.’
‘You’re like an angel on the ice. But you can’t walk in a straight line to save your life. It’s a miracle we aren’t stopped on our way in places. You’re like a drunk baby.’
‘The only thing you can’t lie about is how sexy you are.’
‘I love and adore you. But no, that’s not how physics works. Please get off the chair, koteynok.’
‘Hey, hey, hey! Stop saying sorry! You’re perfect as you are! You have nothing to be sorry for. Now let me hold your hand.’
‘It’ll help you sleep. Having your boyfriend next to you is clinically proven to help these things. Proven by me, and I’ll show you with cuddles.’
‘You can’t lift me, I’m too heavy.’
‘That sounds like a challenge to me. I’ll go about my day with you slung over my shoulders, if I have to.’
