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(grabs yuuri around the waist and blows a loud raspberry against the back of his neck)

     yes, that noise out of yuuri’s mouth was, in fact, the most indignant yelp that any human being has ever made. the noise that followed was an uncontrollable, snorting fit of giggles: akin to the image of someone hopelessly in love.

     “ don’t make me come back there, mister! ”

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goldkiiss:

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He nearly came right on Victor’s face when he pulled his mouth off, looking sinfully pleased with himself as he peered up at him through wet eyelashes. How was it possible for a man to be this beautiful?  

“Uh huh,” he panted. He was so close that he wanted to jerk off right there into Victor’s open mouth. The thought had him clenching on Victor’s finger and tightening his grip a fraction into the man’s wet hair. The shaft kept slipping against Victor’s cheek as he teased the sensitive inner part of Yuuri’s muscled thigh.

Oh, but that foreign pet name, whatever it meant, sounded like honey on Victor’s tongue and it left Yuuri quivering in his next moan. “I want it so bad. Please let me come. I wanna come in your mouth.”  

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Ship of Dreams

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goldkiiss:

yuuri. beautiful. the way he says it, accent and all, makes it even more so. victor is busy wondering what it means when he feels a warm hand touch his shoulder, and then breath ghost against his ear.

it all happens so fast, he doesn’t have time to process it. the smell of booze and clean clothing, the almost-touch of lips against his jaw, and then the cinematic wink as yuuri pulls away, leaving victor wide-eyed and speechless. honest to god, he can’t find a single word to respond with. he can only nod dumbly, once, twice, three times, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

after an embarrassingly long moment, he swallows, and manages to blurt,    

   ❛ yes, i’ll … i’ll find you tomorrow! yuuri. ❜

yuuri fell asleep that night with a confident grin on his face but woke up with a dreadful frown. his eyes felt way too heavy when his bunk-mate kept trying to nudge him awake for breakfast. the need for water and the need for more sleep was an awful conflict to have first thing in the morning, which meant that instead of answering, he grumbled and whined. very dignified.

oh god… he totally flirted with that guy from first class last night! he went gallivanting around the ship, probably acting like a complete idiot, searching for a guy he didn’t even know—and couldn’t remember his name either—and then practically threw himself on him like some love-sick damsel! his ears flushed with embarrassment just thinking about it.

he couldn’t run into him today. he couldn’t run into him ever again. if anyone in first class saw, they’d probably kill him on the spot, or worse. people with money and status could do a million awful things to a nobody like him.

after the stress-binge at breakfast and lunch, he sought out solitude on deck. there was nothing but him and the passing ocean.

…and other patrons surrounding him, but yuuri gave no sign that he even acknowledged their existence.

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(ノ*°▽°*)

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goldkiiss:

     ❛  wait … yuuri, no!  ❜

the panic washes over him in an instant, desperate to wipe away tears that he can’t see. victor looks right, left, flailing on his end of the phone. any onlookers must think he’s being lectured by a coach or chewed out by a significant other.

    ❛  where are you right now?  ❜

“ in… in a bathroom. by myself. ”

his chest heaved with the gasping breaths he inhaled past the thick sobs. he trained so hard for this and he ruined it. he was a failure. victor is going to be so disappointed and embarrassed—probably think that it was a waste of time to train him at all.

“ i’m sorry. i can’t do anything right. ”

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Our little prima-in-training 𝄞

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goldkiiss:

god, it’s all so much. victor can remember closing the pod and thinking that he’d age and die there – it was his last memory before sleeping. only now, after being granted life, does he realize how terrified he’d been when he made that choice.

and seeing another person. every word out of the boy’s mouth, every clumsy little movement, is like witnessing a miracle. he’d taken for granted what being with another human being was like – every subtle little reaction, every twitch of body language, every breath and blink that wasn’t his own. the tears fall freely from victor’s eyes, his body tensing up. years of lying dormant makes every muscle scream and scrape for movement.

with help, victor steps out of the pod and sits down on the edge of it, taking the offered towel in a trembling hand.

      ❛  kat–suki…  ❜   he repeats, wanting to carve the name into his memory.      ❛ my signal… it… it made it out? you found it…?  ❜

so that’s why no one came. they all thought he was dead. victor had considered the possibility. it’s only a little horrifying to realize he’d been right.

without a shred of hesitation, yuuri helped victor to step out of the water. his joints and muscles must be aching from the lack of immobility, a pain that yuuri understood, although most likely not to the same extent. he’d only done one of the naps on the journey over here, from the wormhole to the asteroid belt.

yuuri was quick to yank a chair over, another towel, and the insulating blanket. it might have been proper to be more formal, but the young man couldn’t help letting an excited, star-struck grin grow on his face. it felt like he’d just done the impossible and he was damn proud of himself.

“ yeah! well—no, it was less of a signal and more of a… ominous radio wave. we couldn’t even tell if you were telling us to come here. there was too much uncertainty and no one wanted to risk it. ” he explained as he sat down as well, simply happy to have someone to talk to that wasn’t a machine. not that vik wasn’t good company, but it was still a mediocre substitute for another human.

“ but if they knew what you found… it’s amazing! what’s the atmosphere like? or the soil? could we plant things here? ” then it hit him: victor had just woken up, probably still in shock that he was even alive. yuuri needed to slow down.

“ sorry! i’m talking too much. i don’t mean to badger you. ”

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Otabek was accustomed to the heat. Summers in Almaty could be overbearing in their high temperatures and although he had never been predisposed to enjoy them, exposure had lead to the necessity of toleration of them. Still, he far preferred the cooler air. He had been thinking as much when his eyes had happened to glance Yuuri’s way through his ark sunglasses, popsicle in mouth and a litter of their sticks in a pile nearby. So far, Otabek had only indulged in water bottles himself, but Yuuri’s clear enjoyment of the cold snacks was appealing. While he wouldn’t normally question someone on their own eating choices, Yuuri’s sheer happiness in them had lead him to do so. Shifting slightly, sand rustling beneath the towel they had set up, he glanced inside the cooler ( almost wishing he lower his face into it, if such an action wouldn’t be conceived as bizarre ).

“Hm — I’ll take a red one, then. That way, you can have one of each color.” The package was cold in Otabek’s hand as he extracted it, and he almost dreaded tearing it open and watching it begin to melt. Nonetheless, he peeled the white and blue wrapped away carefully before chancing another look at Yuuri.

“Why aren’t you in the water with Viktor?”

He sucked the popsicle into his mouth as he reached for a red wrapper inside the cooler. As long as someone else was eating them as well, Yuuri didn’t feel as guilty about indulging. Although the color of his tongue was still evidence of how many he’s eaten.

After handing Otabek his requested popsicle, he shifted onto his side, propped up on his forearm before finally relieving his lips of the frigid treat. By now, he was probably sporting a fantastic tan-line around his bathing suit, one that would absolutely be obvious when he returned to the hot springs at Yutopia.

“I wanted to warm up.” Lies. He sucked at lying, he really did. The tone of his voice was a dead give-away.

“…he kept dunking me and I snorted seawater up my nose.”

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@thaiceprince || continued from here

He knew that it was outdated, but wasn’t the value of the joke still valid? Yet another example of how ridiculously uncool Katsuki Yuuri really was.

“ Ugh, going to the store means going outside. ” He slumped face-first on the floor, possibly being melodramatic. They didn’t have enough ice in the freezer. And going outside meant going back into the heat. Why didn’t this building have AC? Why didn’t every single building in the world have AC? They should.

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Yurio:

      It felt nice, this, sharing a quiet moment with a friend, someone he was supposed to look after but who looked after him in return. Yuuri had become an important part of Yuri’s life, the witch and the fairy weaving their magic in harmony and drawing them together like brothers would. He felt less lonely, though he couldn’t entirely understand what it meant to have someone by his side at all times. Even the bad ones.

      He allowed Yuuri’s magic to work the dress to a fitting length, and twirled around for a moment to test the flexibility of the cloth that clung tightly to his frame. It was a soft fabric that stretched with his movements. It felt so light on his body it was almost like he was wearing nothing at all. Yuri looked at the hairpins on Yuuri’s hand and artfully placed them on his hair, pinning loose strands of hair away from his face.

      Tonight wouldn’t be about him, though. No. Tonight Yuri had to monitor this prince guy and check for sure that he was genuinely interested in Yuuri for what he was, that he didn’t just want to take him and break him afterwards. If needed, he would use his magic to harm him, damn the rules of guardian fairies.

      “Yuurok,” he called, meeting Yuuri’s eyes. He reached out to brush a loose thread from the sleeve of his friend’s dress, gentle fingers lingering for a moment. “If that prince dude hurts you, I swear I’ll make him pay. People tend to underestimate us fairies because we look fragile and whatever shit they say behind our backs, but trust me, most wars started and ended because of fairy magic. I will break him to pieces if he he makes you cry.”

      It was as serious of a promise as Yuri would ever make. Eventually his hand fell back down and he tugged on his own dress, unused to be dressed so formally. He let out a small sigh and walked over to the window. Outside the day was beginning to die out, the skies were turning orange and the animals were slowly retreating for the night.

      “You have nothing to fear. You have me with you!” he pointed out, jabbing his own thumb towards his chest, a confident look in his face. “You go there and you seduce that prince and… I don’t know. If you really like him then just be yourself or whatever. Just don’t be too gross. i can’t stand mushy shit.” He walked over to Yuuri and bumped him on the shoulder. “How are we getting there? Did he send someone to pick us up?”

It wasn’t very often that the fairy verbally expressed his affections, at least not without the affection being laced with sarcasm or an insult. Yuuri knew that it was stupid to worry about these things, but sometimes it was hard to stop those thoughts from snowballing into something wicked and nasty in his head, especially if it was something new. He didn’t want to be this anxious and he knew that his life would be much easier if he could just chill.

Of course, that was easier said than done.

A watery smile blossomed on his face after hearing the boast of confidence. Yuuri stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the petite body from behind, laying his forehead against the top of the blonde’s head. So much for not being a sap.

“ Thank you. ”

Auburn eyes popped open when realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Crap. Shit. He’d been so preoccupied thinking about ways to avoid the ball all together that transportation there didn’t cross his mind.

“ No. I didn’t. I don’t know how we’re getting there. ”

He held on a little longer, foolishly trying to soften the blow, but then, like a godsend—or a downright miracle, the clatter of hooves got louder right before stopping abruptly just outside the door of the apothecary. Yuuri might have thought he was imagining it had it not been for the chuffing of horses that followed.

No way. The prince sent a carriage too?

[emperor-on-the-ice]

When he heard his name being called Viktor stopped placing various cans and other items in the pantry and turned his head to look in Yuuri’s direction “ Hmm?” he questioned, arching one eyebrow in mild curiousness. 

Yuuri’s attempt of speaking Russian to him was a delightful surprise, and an appreciated smile curled at the corners of his lips “ Я рад, что Вы делаете” I am glad that you do, he responded back. “ So I assume that you would like a Russian meal for dinner? What do you feel like? soups, pastry or pasta maybe? I bought enough groceries to feed an army so I am quite prepared” Viktor responded with a snort, as he resumed placing the items in their place, he was carrying the milk in the fridge. 

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He got most of that. At least Viktor understood what he was saying too, so he was making a little progress.

“Do you know how to make stroganoff? Ah, that is, if you’re not tired of eating it. I bet you have it all the time,” he timidly suggested, feeling a little greedy asking for something without showing some humility. A harping voice at the back of his head was telling him that he shouldn’t be eating something that fattening or creamy, but it was the off season.

“Are you sure all this food won’t go bad?” He asked, leaving the couch and padding over to Viktor’s side to help with the groceries.

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“Just how many popsicles have you had already?”

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Not enough, was onthe tip of his tongue, but he refrained.

The truth was that Yuuri was on his third. His tongue waspurple and his lips were following suit. The cooler had several bottles ofwater, but Yuuri was pigging out on the low-sugar fruit popsicles instead. Water was refreshing but it wasn’t satisfying. It might be better for him to eat them slower, but theblistering heat of the beach took away the luxury of savoring the frozen treat before it melted away. Yuuriwas currently lying with his back to the sun and his phone in his hand, bathing suit still damp from the ocean.

“ Let’s see, I had a red… an orange, and now this one. So three. ” He smiled sheepishly. Whoops.

“ Want one? There’s some red and blue ones left. ” He offered,gesturing to the cooler sitting in the shade of the umbrella.

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Spanish Paella

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heatwave starter sentences

“I can’t bear this heat anymore.” “I’m melting. I’m actually melting.” “What? You said ‘get me something cold’. You never implied I couldn’t throw it over you.” “Don’t be a pussy, it’s just a bit of warm weather.” “We’re going to the beach. Now.” “Yes, I’m naked and no I’m not ashamed.” “Is it socially acceptable to go out in nothing but a wet towel?” “Wow, you look even worse than I feel.” “Just how many popsicles have you had already?” *runs ice cube along the back of your neck* *throws you into the pool, whether you want it or not* “If you’re that hot, then why don’t you take something off?” “No, no, no… not now. It’s way too warm for sex.” “I’m sweating in places I didn’t even know existed.” “I went out for ten minutes. Ten minutes! Look at me, I’m basically fried.” “That looks like a nasty sunburn…” “You’re not going out there before I’m lathered you in sun cream.” “I can’t get up… Can you get up? I can’t… I can’t get up.” “You’re such a stick in the mud! Everyone’s out enjoying the weather and you’re sitting inside complaining about it.” “Another shower?” “Please kill me now. This is unbearable.” “Let’s break into that office block. I’m sure they have air conditioning.” “I know! Let’s have a water balloon fight.” *sprays you with a water pistol* *blows cold air into your neck* “I can think of some more things to do with ice cubes…” “This is the perfect timing for an ice bucket challenge.” “I can’t sleep in this heat.” “I might as well sleep in the bathtub and it would be less wet.” “I need refuge, my airco broke.” “Your neighbours have a swimming pool, right? Let’s sneak in tonight.” “I’m going to book a holiday to Alaska. Now.” “I shouldn’t have stayed out so long… I think I have a heatstroke.” “Is that a rain cloud? Is that a mother fucking rain cloud?!” “Did you feel that? It was a breeze. We are blessed.” “Even my cat wanted to take a shower.” “Don’t smell me. There’s no deodorant that can mask this.” *throws water balloon straight at your face* “I take it back, summer is not my favourite season at all.” “I made an ice water bath, specially for you.” “If only it was always this nice and warm.” “I feel lazy and it’s great.” “Let’s go to the supermarket again and take a very long time staring at the frozen vegetables.”

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