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Prompt 23 - OTAYURI. They don’t deserve you.

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Yuri was uncharacteristically quiet during their routine Skype call.

He didn’t use a single curse word. He didn’t bug him with how Mila was eating his brain over her weight gain or how Georgi was having a panic attack after seeing Anya’s instagram post with her new boyfriend. He didn’t complain how Viktor was using him as a pigeon to pass his crappy love notes to Katsuki right under Yakov’s nose.

And to top all that, he’d forgotten to feed Potya that morning.

“What’s bothering you, Yura?”

Yuri snapped his eyes up at Otabek through his laptop screen, watching him hard for a minute.

Otabek was expecting a denial with full on bravado or at least a casual shrug. He didn’t expect Yuri to lower his eyes and pretend to clean the non existent dust off his keyboard with his fingertip.

Yuri took a minute or two, before meeting Otabek’s gaze again. It felt cold.

“My parents are getting a divorce tomorrow,” he muttered, his voice lower than a whisper.

Otabek was at a loss for words. “I'm… I’m so sorry-”

“Nah. Don’t be,” Yuri had recovered enough to casually shrug.

There was a moment of silence, before Yuri continued. “I thought after Dad’s promotion, things were going… better. I thought… I thought we would have a chance to be together again. Like y’know? Family. God-” He rubbed his face with a quick drag of his hand. “It was so silly of me. I… I feel like an idiot, seriously!” he huffed.

“They don’t deserve you, Yura.”

Otabek knew it was harsh. But he’d never seen Yuri so lost and broken, not even when he’d lost his gold to Katsuki. Otabek couldn’t watch him like this.

And when Otabek flew to St. Petersburg the very next day, Yuri was so shook up that he wrapped him in a hug like an Octopus and cried his heart out for a full ten minutes right in the middle of the doorway.

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59 “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?” - Otayuri (Thanks in advance ♥♥)

59. Otayuri - “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”

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Yuri’s life was sorted.

He was the two-time consecutive Junior World Champion and Junior GFA Champion. And now, the defending Senior GPF Champion.

When they declared the next World Championship in his home rink, it felt like Yuri Plisetsky was writing his fate with his own ink. The Russian Tiger was unstoppable.

Someone must have jinxed it.

Yuri tweaked his leg right before the competition.

There was only two hours left to claim a medical fitness certificate and somewhere deep down, Yuri knew, he wasn’t going to make it.

He stretched his leg, more, a little mo- Fuck - a piercing ache cut through his nerves, going straight to his brain. But he didn’t stop. He was going to make it. He was going to qualify. It didn’t matter what Yakov said. It didn’t matter what the concerned look in Otabek’s eyes was telling him.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough, Yura?”  Otabek didn’t loosen his hold. He supported Yuri’s leg, balancing their combined weight so that Yuri remained upright.

“No,” Yuri barked. “I can fucking do this.” He stretched more.

“Stop,” Otabek warned. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“I can -”

The next moment, they were tumbling to the floor.

Yuri didn’t get up, kept sprawling on the floor, his chest heaving with each frantic breath. Beka was collapsed beside him, quiet, frozen.

Eerie silence spread between them.

“I can’t-” A sob wrenched out of Yuri, traitorous tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes and fell onto the shining floor below him.

Yuri Plisetsky didn’t cry. He raised his arm, wanting to bury himself in the shamefully weak moment.

But a warm hold of Otabek’s hand kept him sane.

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OtaYuri - #107 “Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”

OtaYuri - #107 “Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”

Yuri took a selfie with Otabek when he was busy in the middle of gobbling a seven flavored ice cream cone. He didn't miss capturing the white cream stuck on the tip of his nose. Instantly, he uploaded it on his instagram, adding his personal favorite tag #BFF that automatically followed #Beka nowadays.

“Yuri!” He almost dropped his cellphone when Mila screamed in his ear. “Help me! Which one should I wear for the banquet?” She wiggled her eyebrows, dancing the two black dresses in front of Yuri’s eyes.

“They both look the same, hag.”

Mila didn't budge, raised an eyebrow so it almost touched her hairline.

“Ugh, wear that shiny shit with the soft material. Whatever. Go away.” Yuri told her.

When Mila ruffled his hair, delighted and cooing, Yuri batted her hand away, growling - “Not the hair.”

“What’re you gonna wear tonight?” Otabek’s question pulled his attention back.

He let out his most suffering sigh. “I think I'll skip it. I hate that thing when you all down drink after drink and I have to roam around with a fucking strawberry mocktail in my hand. And… to top that I have to drive Viktor’s drunken ass back to the hotel room.”

“I thought you were excited and ready with all that, uh-” Otabek circled his finger around Yuri’s face. “...Make up.”

“Nah,” Yuri denied. “That sourpuss Georgi wanted to try his new eyeshadows.”

“And you let him?” Otabek couldn’t believe it.

“Yeah,” Yuri shrugged. “He promised not to bug me with his sadistic love story. Ever again- What the fuck?”

Yuri gaped at Otabek, his eyes skittering between Otabek’s face and the last bite of the ice cream cone.

“You chomped down my cone as well? How could you-” Yuri was in the middle of internal turmoil. “I hate you asshole,” he barked, wiping off the cream from Otabek’s nose with an quick swipe of his fingertips.

Otabek smiled. He smiled his brilliant fucking sunshine smile. “It doesn't matter how much you pretend to hate everyone around you, Yura. In here-” He poked his index finger into his chest, twice, right over Yuri’s heart. “I know you’re an amazing person.”

With that, Otabek leaned in and placed a quick peck on Yuri’s burning cheek… And winked!

Yuri forgot how to breathe.

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58!!!!! Otayuri plssss 💖💖💖

58. OTAYURI- “Don’t mind if I do.”

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Yuri closed his one eye, getting a good view of the cola bottle, a hard plastic ring readied in his outstretched hand.

Focus. Four gone. One to go. Just one. Focus.

Sixty minutes and fifty dollars in, Yuri knew, he was way deep in this game.

“Don’t mind if I do win,” he’d said to the booth attendant. He could have tried for the easy targets like - a pack of coke cans or the decorated coffee mugs sitting on the counter-top. But no, Yuri only had eyes for the first prize of the ring throwing game at the goddamn fair.

Yuri wanted it. He gave one last lingering glance at the prize, sucking in a decisive breath. He puffed, blowing golden strands of his hair out of the eyes. He was going to win this.

And he threw again, for the fifth and final time. His entire body followed the momentum of the ring that twirled around the narrow neck of the cola bottle several times before settling at its base with a thud.

“Yes!” he hissed in triumph, punching the air. He could hear the jubilant cheers of the surrounding crowd, a few even patted his back. At least, he had his hoodie secured over his head and was safe from an attack from the Angels in the foreign town.

“Yura, did you-” Otabek’s surprised cry made all his hard work a hundred times better. “Did you win it?”

“Yes, for you,” Yuri chirped in delight, handing the four feet tall giant teddy bear over to him. It was brown and fluffy with a bold red Best Friends Forever stitched at its heart.

Just the way Otabek liked it.

“But Yurio… ” Viktor’s voice chimed in from somewhere in the background. “You could have just bought him a brand new teddy bear with half the money you’ve wasted on this game.”

Yuri didn’t bother to reply, he kicked Viktor in his shin, dragging Otabek by his free hand as he moved towards the Ferris Wheel.

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2 - yuri x yuuri 102 - victuuri

Prompt 2- Yuri & Yuuri (platonic) - You’re family.

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It’d been three days since Katsudon moved to St. Petersburg with them and had been acting all weird.

Katsudon talked about Katsudon - the pork cutlet bowls. He animatedly described characteristics of his family members and their hot spring resort where people bathe together. Naked. He rambled about many people, but it majorly involved - Minako, Yuuko, Takeshi, their bratty triplet daughters, the fisherman who wished him hello during his runs, the sea shore of Hasetsu, the bench under the cherry tree, the steps of Ice Castle - basically, the whole of Japan.

At Viktor’s place, Yuri was pretty sure he’d seen Katsudon cuddling Makkachin and calling him Vicchan during one of those extra weak moments.

He was getting homesick.

Well, Yuri didn’t care. Katsudon was Viktor’s headache. Not his. So, he chose not to notice it like he was doing at that very moment.

At the lunch table, Mila complemented Georgi on his new brand of lipstick and Viktor was chuckling over some gross comment from Chris on his instagram post. Yuri conveniently busied himself chatting with Otabek on WhatsApp.

When Viktor tried to pull Katsudon into the conversation, he visibly flinched.

He smiled his lame smile and pretended to be excited. Soon, he zoned out again, probably to the memories of silly chopsticks or something like it.

When Yakov demanded their sorry asses back on the rink, the Yuris were the last ones left at the table, still eating.

“Hey Pig,” Yuri called him when Katsudon was about to slide off the table. “Um, Viktor was talking about having dinner at the Japanese restaurant.”

Katsudon’s brown eyes suddenly twinkled with life. “Yeah… tell Viktor I’m in for that.”

“And… and Mila suggested maybe we can binge watch Japanese horror movies after that.”

Katsudon’s lips twitched into a soft smile. “Tell Mila I'd… love that.”

“And Georgi was saying we-” Yuri pointed in between them and then in the general direction of everyone. He hesitated for a moment before blurting out - “… We’re all family.”

Katsudon went completely still. Frozen on the spot. Maybe not even breathing. And before Yuri could get a chance to revisit what he’d said, Katsudon lunged at him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. He started fucking crying, hiccuping “Thank you, Yurio” in between his wet sobs.

He also spoiled Yuri’s new leopard print jacket by wiping his running nose onto his shoulder.

Jeez.

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