#otabangbang

[yuramiau]

Yura, my love, in Kazakhstan we celebrate a day called Lover's Day in March. We will do that, but first I choose to acknowledge Valentine's as well and tell you how endlessly and how intensely I love you. My life has been changed forever by you, by your fire and your sweet soul, by the way you keep fighting no matter what. You deserve nothing less than the best, my beautiful tiger, and I can only hope I can give that to you. - otabangbang

[anxious-katsudon]

Wow, what an event! If the short alone was any sign for what will happen during the free. It’s so late here, but it was so worth it! I can’t wait for the free tomorrow. 

Results after the short program at the IDF 2017:

Jean-Jacques Leroy / 112.22

Yuri Plisetsky / 110.78

Otabek Altin / 109.34

Christophe Giacometti / 103.45

Hikaru Fujiwara / 100.88

Maxime Leroy / 100.75

Charles Arnaud / 92.89

Max Rippon / 88.90

Joshua Galparin / 87.23

Mark Kramer / 83.65

Zachary Chen / 82.77

Adrien Babin / 79.65

[yuriplisetsky-rp]

SEVEN MINUTES - otabangbang (I couldn't freakin resist)

14. Unintentionally hurt the other //lol omg - of all the things to get, we had to get this one lol//

Yuri found himself being grabbed, and the next thing he knew he was being shoved in a closet. “What the fuck?” he asked. He did not remember ever signing up for this crap, yet the door was locked, and there was laughing on the other side of the door along with someone yelling out, “Seven minutes!” He groaned. This had to be some kind of sick joke. Who had he been stuck in here with?

Yuri backed up, only to feel his foot - and indeed his entire body - collide with someone else. He had accidentally stepped on someone’s foot. He took a step forward and turned around. Even in the dark, he could tell who it was. A blush crossed his cheeks, one which probably couldn’t be seen in the darkness of the closet. “Beka! I’m sorry, you weren’t standing behind me!” he said.

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[ice-daddy-vitya]

Viktor, I saw that you plan to include Yuri in your wedding. Thank you so much for that! It's extremely kind of you to say that to him and I want him to be so, so happy. Thank you again. - otabangbang

@otabangbang

“There’s no need to thank me for this. Yurachka has always been an important part of my life, and someone I consider to be family. I want him involved in every important aspect of my life in his own way. My marriage to Yuuri is just one thing that I want Yura to be part of. And of course, you are welcome to attend the wedding as well, as I’m sure Yura would probably want to bring you. We’re still planning everything, but I definitely want him to be in the wedding party. Once Yuuri and I have more details, we’ll let you both know what’s going on!” 

[russianfairypunkyuri-blog]

Barcelona Now

It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fiiiiiiine~

Yuri and hit the ‘next’ button on his iPod, not in the mood for that particular REM song when his plane seemed to be undergoing a bit of turbulence. Usually flying never bothered him, and more often than not he was able to sleep on a flight, or at least lose himself to his routine music or practice songs. Poland to Spain was going to be a quick one anyway, so there was no point in sleeping. Now that he could. Right now, his mind was only on Barcelona.

The Grand Prix Finals. 

He had made it. It was time for all his hard work to come to fruition. Time to show the world that he had what it took, that he was the best. 

A particularly rough bump made him open his eyes only to see the panicked faces of the other passengers. With his headphones on, he hadn’t heard the pilot’s announcement. An oxygen mask dangled before him, and the terrified passenger beside him was trying to fit a similar mask over the face of a small girl, sobbing into her pink teddy bear.

Yuri felt ice in his veins and his stomach dropped. He blinked and first class was gone, torn off as though a toddler had ripped a paper airplane in half. Bits of metal flying through the air. Seats, people, just gone and... spinning? Everything was spinning and grey and black, and people were screaming- Yuri was sure they had to be from their horrified faces- but all he could hear was the music in his headphones.

The skater didn’t have the presence of mind to hit the ‘next’ button, or pull the oxygen mask towards his own face. He curled into a ball in his seat, knees lifting up and arms wrapping around them as he closed his eyes and willed all of this to be a terrible nightmare.In his ears, a new song crooned on.

I wish I were in Barcelona now...

And then, everything was blackness.

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When Yuri next opened his eyes, he felt a strange pull on his abdomen, and a rush of blood to his head. He saw ground below him, and a pink teddy bear with mussed fur and red stains, but no one else nearby. His headphones had stopped playing- the battery dead- and they had fallen from his ears, dangling by the cord that had plugged into the iPod.

That’s when he realized that he, too, was dangling. His seat had ripped free from the body of the plane, and he was hanging precariously upside down from half-broken branches.

“Help!” He called out, looking around desperately to try and see someone, anyone nearby, someone alive, someone who could get him out of here. He tried not to thrash, afraid any movement could send him plumetting to the ground. “Help me!” 

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[yuramiau]

“Beka,“ he whined and in a moment was climbing on his lap, dressed only in one of Otabek’s hoodies, and began nibbling on his neck.

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[yuramiau]

Past || otabangbang

It had been an eventful trip. Yuri wished he had finished in a better position after their last competition but, well, his fiance got sick and everything kinda went downhill from there.

Now, as they got ready to get out of the plane back in Saint Petersburg, he felt more relaxed. They were home, they could go pick Potya from Grandpa’s place and then fall asleep in the comfort of their own home.

As they got their stuff, Yura grabbed Otabek’s hand, a smile on his face. He was glad his boyfriend was alright.

[yuramiau]

Yura, on the plane...will you tell me about living with Lillia? What was that like? -otabangbang

...Yeah, I will. It wasn’t that interesting, though.