#avocadowrites

[avocadokiss]

my plan for this fic is gr8 

also it's like 3 pages long so who knows how long the actual fic is gonna be ;3

[kasumi-chou]

For a little angst, and feel free to refuse to write this, how about victuuri having a small fight but stressed Victor yells and sends yuuri into a panic attack and only phichit can calm him down?

Big thanks to @tododorky / @avocadowrites for helping me come up with an idea for this prompt!

Phone

“WHY WOULD YOU TURN YOUR PHONE OFF!”

Yuuri flinched at Victor’s tone, unused toVictor raising his voice.

Victor was not a shouter, he didn’t screamor yell. Victor was the type of person to lower his voice when angry, somethingYuuri had only seen a handful of times and only once directed at him.

But this, this was different, Victor wasphysically shaking in rage right in front of him. His phone clutched so tightlyin his hand that his knuckles were white.

He opened his mouth to respond but was cutoff by Victor.

“DO YOU,” the Russian paused and took ashaky breath, eyes never straying from him, “Do you know how worried I was? Iget a phone call telling me my apartment building had a fire incident and I can’tget a hold of my fiancé.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, dropping his gazeto his feet as his hands curling into fists at his side.

“And when I arrive, I can’t find youanywhere. Yuuri, look at me,” Victor said while grabbing his chin in his freehand and tilting his head up. He found himself staring into Victor’s gorgeousblue eyes as his heart pounded in his chest.

“I’m sorry,” the words tumbled from hislips, shakier than before.

He upset Victor.

He had made Victor angry. Really angry.

What if Victor broke up with him?

What if Victor broke their engagement?

What if Victor decided not to coach himanymore?

He hadn’t meant to upset Victor.

He hadn’t meant to ignore the phone call.

He hadn’t meant to not be in seeingdistance when Victor arrived back at the apartment.

“Hey, Yuuri,” he vaguely heard Victor sayto him as he pulled away from his fiancé and slowly knelt down on the ground.

“Yuuri? Yuuri? Yuuri!”

He didn’t mean to do it.

His phone hadn’t been working.

He didn’t mean to ignore Victor’s call.

He had been freaked out by the fire alarm.

He didn’t really know any of theirneighbours like Victor did.

He had just settled down away from the groupof tenants.

He hadn’t meant to upset Victor.

“Yuuri,” he felt his breath stutter in histhroat, “What’s wrong?”

That was Phichit’s voice, he finallynoticed the phone gently pressed against his ear and grabbed onto it to hold itin place himself.

“I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, barelynoticing how stuttered and out of breath he sounded.

“I know you didn’t, Yuu. Victor isn’t mad,”Phichit voice sounded so soft, so gently, “Can you take a big breath for me? Likethe ones we use to take in yoga class? One big breath, hold it for fiveseconds, then release it. How about we do it together?” Yuuri found himselfnodding along with Phichit.

“Ready? One big breath in,” he took a deepbreath, “One, two, three, four and five, release,” he exhaled. He followedPhichit’s instructions as he continued to walk him through the breathing technique.

Slowly, he started to notice things aroundhim.

That he was now sitting on the ground.

That Makkachin was laying between his legs,head in his lap.

That he was sitting on the ground outside.

That he was rather cold.

He jolted when something was placed on hisshoulders, and he hummed softly as he realised it was a jacket.

“Yuuri, one to ten?” Phichit questioned,causing him to pause. Phichit was asking him to rank how he was currentlyfeeling from one to ten. Oh god, he had just had a panic attack.

“Five?” he said softly while givingMakkachin a scratch behind the ear.

“Five is good. Could be better. What colouris the sky?” Yuuri found himself glancing upwards at the question.

“Grey,” he answered honestly.

“What colour in Makkachin?”

“Brown,” he said while smiling softly atthe poodle.

“Where is Victor?” he paused at thatquestion and glanced around until he found his fiancé talking to one of thefireman.

“He is a couple meters away from me,talking to a fireman.”

“Fireman?” Phichit questioned.

“Oh,” he mumbled softly, “There was a firein the apartment block and everyone had to evacuate.”

“And where was Victor when this washappening?” Phichit questioned.

“Out shopping with Makkachin,” he replied.

“Shopping for what?” Yuuri paused, tryingto remember what Victor had gone out shopping for.

“Shopping for a new phone for me,” hemumbled ever so softly.

He waited for a moment, listening to thesilence on the other end of the phone. He even double checked the phone - whichhe finally noticed was Victor’s - to see if maybe Phichit had accidentally hungup.

“Okay, please hit your future husband forsending you into a panic attack for forgetting you didn’t have a phone.” Yuuricouldn’t help the small giggle that left him.

“One to ten?”

“One,” Yuuri replied.

“Brilliant, well, go yell at your fiancé.Call me back on your new phone, whenever you get it, I have some goss to catchyou up on,” Phichit told him, causing him to smile softly.

“Okay, thank you, Phichit,” he mumbledsoftly.

“Anytime, Yuuri.” They exchanged goodbyesbefore Yuuri got to his feet and stumbled his way over to Victor, who stoodstanding staring at their apartment with a frown on his face.

“Victor?” he stuttered out, flinching athow quickly his fiancé turned towards him and wrapped him up in a hug.

“Yuuri, I’m sorry, forgive me! I was justso worried! I shouldn’t have yelled at you!” Victor spoke so quickly, Yuurisimply stared at Victor in confusion for a moment as he processed the stream ofwords that had been said to him.

“I’m sorry,” he replied.

“No,” Victor said while grabbing his facein one hand, “I don’t want you apologising. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Iwas just so worried when you didn’t pick up your phone.”

“Victor,” his fiancé paused, “You went outto get me a new phone after Yuri broke my other one,” he pointed out.

Victor stared at him for a moment, a cluelesslook on his face. Victor than let out a groan while leaning his foreheadagainst his shoulder.

“I am so, so sorry, Yuuri,” Victor mumbledagainst his neck, causing Yuuri to chuckling softly as he wrapped his armsaround his fiancé.

He suddenly felt exhausted, lifts numb andeyes heavily.

“I’m tired,” he found himself mumbling.

There was a shout from behind them,catching both of their attention. A fireman stood on the edge of a fire truck,shouting something in Russian that Yuuri didn’t quite understand.

“Let’s get you upstairs and into bed,”Victor mumbled while pressing a kiss against the side of his head. He assumedthat meant that the fireman had been telling everyone is was safe to go backinside than.

“Come cuddle with me,” he said while givinga tug on the side of Victor’s shirt.

“Anything you want, Yuuri,” Victor saidwith a nod while tugging him towards the entryway of their building.

[avocadokiss]

wip of my current fic !! bc honestly what is a reddie fic w/o richie climing into eddies room at 3am