summary: Phichit visits Yuuri in Hasetsu and it brings back memories from Chicago. Memories, a catchphrase, and something else.
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“He has a very cute accent” is the only thing Mari has to say when Phichit retreats to his room to freshen up a little after the long flight. When Yuuri asks her if that's all, she shrugs and lights herself a cigarette.
Yuuri doesn't know why he's surprised at her lack of enthusiasm; it's not like she's usually a bundle of energy. Maybe he expected things to be a little more exciting, because Phichit is visiting his family’s hot spring for the first time and that’s a special occasion, but he soon realizes how ridiculous that thought is. Phichit isn't a celebrity. Phichit is Phichit, his friend, whether they're in the USA or in Japan or anywhere else in the world. And his family doesn't do a happy dance, but his parents are as friendly as always and Mari even offers Phichit a smile when he returns from his room (maybe she does it to appease her brother, but it doesn't matter, because a smile from Mari is a high honor whatever the circumstance).
The whole visit is nothing special, in the best way possible. They talk like always, they laugh like always and even though Phichit runs through town like an excited tourist, they visit Yuuri’s favorite places just like they visited places back in America. Skating in the ice rink is more fun than usual, but it’s no different from skating with Phichit in Chicago and Yuuri catches himself thinking how much he missed his friend at the most random moments.
“Phichaboo!”
He for sure didn’t miss this.
“Stop it! Don’t say that!” Yuuri giggles softly at the sight of Phichit emerging from the water, shouting his stupid little catchphrase. He remembers his first evening in Chicago when he was sitting on a bench alone and this smiley Thai boy appeared behind him out of nowhere with a happy ‘Phichaboo’ and nearly gave Yuuri a heart attack. The little wordplay was fine and funny enough as an icebreaker early into their friendship and Yuuri honestly thought it was really cool of Phichit to just walk up to a stranger and say something so silly. The problem is that Phichit just won’t stop saying it.
“Why though? It’s my thing!” Phichit grins. “I don’t ask you to stop talking about Victor all the time, do I?”
“Talk about- talking about Victor is not my thing!” Yuuri feels his face burn and he has to fight the overwhelming urge to descend into the water when his friend giggles softly. “And even if it was, at least it’s not as annoying as having your own version of Peekaboo!”
Phichit mock-gasps, pushing a good amount of water straight into Yuuri’s face - luckily, they have the hot spring to themselves, otherwise this probably would’ve thrown a very unprofessional light on the Katsuki family. Not that Phichit cares about such banalties as professionality. (Not that he’s wrong to not care. Yuuri often wishes he could do that.) “Annoying?!”
Right now, he wishes that Phichit would never leave again. Damn, he missed this.
“Would something annoying make you laugh like this?!”
He for sure didn’t miss this.
“Stahap!” An embarrassing squeak escapes his mouth and Yuuri frantically grabs his friend’s wrists, pushing them away from his tummy. “Don’t tickle me!” Okay, he’s lying. He did miss this, a little bit, but still!
Phichit laughs and obeys, but there’s a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. Tickling has always been a way for him to calm Yuuri down during their time in Chicago. Too many new people at once? A few subtle pokes to his midsection to keep him in the here and now. A failed jump during practice and negative feedback from the coach? Some squeezes to the hips never hurt nobody. Just a rough day in general? Time for a full on tickle attack once back in the dorm! And similar to the catchphrase, which Yuuri at this point refuses to even think, there’s no stopping Phichit, even after being friends for quite some time now.
“You’re so childish!” he mumbles, hugging his torso and playfully glaring at Phichit.
“That’s bold coming from someone who blushes when I say ‘Phichaboo, here comes the tickle monster’.”
Enough.
“AIEE- Yuhurihihie!”
Yuuri just smirks and continues to squeeze up and down his friend's sides, making him cackle. He has always known that Phichit is ticklish too; a poke here and there has showed him, but really tickling him… it just never came up. And at least in the beginning of their friendship, Yuuri admits to himself, he was too shy to initiate something like that. But now? Oho. Payback time!
“Eek! Yuuhuri! Whyhyhye?!”
“Why?! You made fun of me!” Yuuri mock-gasps and scribbles over his friend's tummy. “How very dare you!”
“Buhut you cahahalled mehe chihildish! Ahand I sahahaw you bluhush, so I juhust said the truhUTHAHAHA!”
“Good spot, huh?” Another squeeze to Phichit's hips, drawing a loud cackle from him. Yuuri grins. Why deny it, he's having fun with this! Especially because Phichit has only squeaked and giggled up until now, which is cute and all, but not really what Yuuri was looking for. Now, he's found the spot to get real, full-blown laughter out of Phichit. Real, full-blown, incredibly infectious laughter. Yuuri has to really keep it together so he doesn't giggle alongside him - Phichit would tease him endlessly about it!
Apropos teasing…
“Peekayuu, here comes the tickle monster!” Gosh, it even makes him blush when he says it himself, but it's totally worth it for Phichit's indignant squeak. He resorts to tickling his friend's sides again so he can speak.
“Nohoho! Thahahahat's my cahahahatchphrahahase! Yohou cahan't hahahahave it!”
“What are you talking about? I've never heard you say Peekayuu before. You always said… ah, damn, I forgot. Oh well, let's just use my version from now on.”
“Lehehet's nohot! It's PhichahAAH!”
Yuuri can't help it, he just has to laugh with Phichit when his hands find his hips once again in order to prevent him from finishing the sentence. (Mainly though in order to hear these endearing cackles again, who is he kidding.)
He only stops when Phichit taps his wrist - a signal they established back in Chicago to signal that one (Yuuri) has reached his limit. Yuuri immediately takes his hands off amd even though Phichit's eyes are shimmering with obvious joy, an anxious feeling creeps into his chest. What if that was too much? What if he has overwhelmed Phichit? What if he's mad at him? What if-
Phichit interrupts his spiraling train of thought by splashing water into his face and when Yuuri looks at him, he's laughing. (He's laughing. That's good. They're good.) “You’re unbelievable! First you tickle me, then you steal my catchphrase! What's next, do I have to sleep on the street now?” Phichit tries to make an angry face, but the twitching of the corners of his mouth betrays him. “The audacity!”
Yuuri feels like a heavy weight is being lifted off his chest and he allows himself a little smirk. “I just felt like you needed to pay a price for the time in Chicago. And also a lesson on catchphrases.”
“A lesson?! Phichaboo is perfect!”
“Peekayuu sounds better though.”
“Maybe in the ears of an amateur!”
“Okay, okay.” Yuuri grins and gives Phichit a pat on the back. “How about Phichayuu? As a compromise?”
“That’s an entirely new word, I don't know if- okahay, okay!” Phichit swats Yuuris fingers away before they can wiggle into his side more. “Phichayuu is okay.”
They both laugh, then Phichit smiles at Yuuri. “Can I be honest for a second? I'm really happy that you were confident enough to tickle me.”
“Huh?!” Yuuri feels his face flush and the look he gives Phichit must look absolutely dumbfounded, because it makes his friend snort with amusement. “W-why?”
“Because it shows me that you feel comfortable and safe with me, so, thank you!” Before Yuuri can respond, Phichit's genuine smile morphs into a wicked smirk. “Also, it means we can have equal tickle fights now and be silly and have fun!”
“Didn't we have fun before?!” Yuuri squeaks and Phichit laughs.
“More fun!”
More fun. More fun sounds good. Yuuri looks at Phichit's wide smile and smiles back. He missed this.
ahhh they’re adorable! thank you for sending these!! i hope you enjoy these <3
viktor really likes to tickle yuuri, whether it be a small poke to the side or a full blown tickle attack!
sometimes viktor will use tickling as a threat/motivation for when they’re practicing and it usually works ahaha
both are pretty ticklish but yuuri is more than often the lee between the two of them
viktor is really good at teasing so he knows exactly what to do to fluster yuuri lmaoo
tickly cuddles, they love it! it’s just so comforting to them like a little reminder that they’re there yknow?
i think i saw something about this before but sometimes when yuuri is insecure, viktor will tickle him to convince him he’s wrong
viktor is extremely ticklish on his neck and yuuri uses every given moment to just do a quick scribble to watch his neck scrunch up.
yuuri used to be embarrassed about how ticklish he was but after many tickle attacks and viktors constant cooing about ‘how cute he is’, he no longer minds it, even looking forward to it at times
okay, yuuri is actually a very good tickler. sometimes, he’ll get back at viktor and he’s just. so. good. at making him go crazy.
viktor found out yuuri was ticklish because they were doing that one trick where you hold the other skater for a moment and when he grabbed yuuri’s sides, he was really confused why muffled laughter was coming out of yuuri’s mouth. when he figured it out, he was very excited
meanwhile, yuuri found out viktor was ticklish because he was stroking his hair which strayed too close to his neck, causing victor to begin giggling.
Hi! If you're still accepting these, could I request “Come over here and make me.” with victuuri? And could you make victor the one getting tickled? Thank you!
my first time writing victuuri, i hope it's okay :)
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10: “Come over here and make me.” (Victuuri)
“Victor! Victor, you take that off right now!”
Oh no, the mom mode. Victor just smirks and leans back on the sofa, putting his arms behind his back so the front of the t-shirt is even better visible. “Why? I think it's lovely!” Oh and how lovely it is! A Christmas gift from Yurio and Victor is pretty sure that it was meant to mock him and Yuuri, but unlike his fiance, who thinks it's ugly, he adores the shirt with a picture of Yuuri on it. Even though, or maybe especially because, it's one of the photos Phichit took during the legendary after-party.
“It's not lovely and you know that as well as I do!” Yuuri's face is bright red and he can't even look at the shirt without making one of these cute little noises he always does when he's embarrassed. At the same time though, his face is determined. “I can't stand this picture, now take it off!”
Victor's smirk intensifies and he quirks an eyebrow provocatively. “Come over here and make me.”
He never thought that Yuuri could look this scary. He knows about his intense gazes (because holy hell, these are truly something else!) but now there's something dangerous in his lover's face that makes him shiver. Apparently, “make me” was the wrong thing to say. Victor gulps at the sight of Yuuri walking over to him and sets up a cocky grin. “What'cha gonna do about it, hm?” Maybe, if he acts though, it won't be too bad.
“Hm, I don't know, maybe this?” Suddenly there are quick fingers dancing over his ribs and Victor's eyes almost bulge out of his head in surprise as he hastily clamps his arms to his sides.
“AH-ayehehe Yuhuhuuri! Ghahaha!”
“Not so bold anymore now, are you?”
Yuuri grins triumphantly as he manages to straddle his lover on the couch and uses the opportunity to dig into his sides and ribs even more enthusiastically, earning screeches and giggles. “My my Victor, did you get more ticklish since last time? This is too easy, really.”
“Ihihit's nahat!” You can say about him what you want, but not that Victor Nikiforov lacks pride and that being said, he's determined not to give in just like that! “Ge-gehehet ohohoffAHA naHAha, Yuuri!”
Yuuri just quirks an eyebrow at the cut off snark and continues to massage deep circles into Victor's armpits in which he somehow managed to sneak with his quick fingers. The former world champion doesn't want to go as far as saying that he's desperate, but unfortunately he's starting to get desperate.
“Ohohokahahay, ohokahay, stahahap!”
“Will you take off the shirt, like I told you to?”
“MahaybeeEEEHEHE YAHA I whihihill, prohomise!”
“Good.” Yuuri smirks and lets go off Victor, lets him sit up, pats his back, then he tugs at the shirt.
Victor sighs and does as he's told. “But it's so cute! Look at you, you're adorable!”
The rink was quiet, the usual crowd long gone as Victor and Yuuri stayed behind for some extra practice. The soft sound of skates gliding over the ice filled the air as they moved together in perfect synchronicity.
Victor slowed to a stop in the center of the rink, holding his hand out to Yuuri with an easy smile. “You’re getting so much better at the quad flip. One day, you’ll surpass me entirely!”
Yuuri blushed, reaching out to take Victor’s offered hand. “I’m only getting better because I have the best coach.”
Victor squeezed Yuuri’s hand, pulling him closer. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
But as Victor went to guide Yuuri into another spin, Yuuri’s thumb accidentally brushed against the palm of Victor’s hand. The reaction was immediate and surprising. Victor flinched, letting out an uncharacteristic giggle before quickly pulling his hand away.
Yuuri blinked in shock. “Victor?”
Victor’s cheeks were lightly pink, though he tried to play it off with a laugh. “Oh, nothing! The ice is just cold.”
Yuuri raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Cold? Victor, you’ve been skating for years. You don’t get cold hands.”
Victor turned away, skating a few paces backward, but Yuuri caught the faintest twitch of a smile on his lips.
It was suspicious.
Curiosity piqued, Yuuri glided after him, grabbing his wrist gently. “Let me see your hand.”
“Yuuri, there’s nothing to—” Victor’s protest was cut off by a surprised giggle as Yuuri’s fingers brushed over his palm again. He jerked slightly but didn’t pull away.
Yuuri’s eyes lit up with realization. “Your palms are ticklish!”
Victor pouted, but the corners of his lips twitched upward. “That’s ridiculous. I am Victor Nikiforov. I am not ticklish.”
Yuuri grinned mischievously, holding Victor’s hand more securely. “Oh, really?”
Before Victor could argue, Yuuri lightly traced his finger along Victor’s palm. The reaction was instant—Victor squirmed, a burst of laughter escaping him as he tried to pull his hand back.
“Yuuri!” Victor squeaked, his normally composed demeanor crumbling as he dissolved into giggles.
Yuuri couldn’t help but laugh with him. “I can’t believe this! The great Victor Nikiforov is ticklish in such an unusual spot!”
“Okay, okay, you’ve made your point!” Victor gasped, though he didn’t seem to mind the playful attack too much.
Yuuri relented, releasing Victor’s hand with a satisfied smile. “I’m never letting you live this down.”
Victor smoothed his hair, though his cheeks remained pink. “You’re lucky I love you, Yuuri Katsuki.”
Yuuri leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on Victor’s cheek. “And you’re lucky you’re adorable.”
Victor huffed dramatically but couldn’t hide his fond smile as they skated off together, the sound of laughter echoing across the empty rink.
