#otayuuri

[heyimboredtalktome]

*sighs*

I love this scene so mUCH

[slothcapsule]

My favourite trope

Person B being a blushing mess when person A changes their hairstyle in the slightest

[yourlocalphillie]

victuuri <3 yuri on ice

click for good quality

[pose/style from incaseyouart]

send me requests! my ask box/dms are always open

[omgkatsudonplease]

To a Stranger, a fic by @omgkatsudonplease for @yoisoulmatezine

Otabek meets his soulmate in Barcelona, and it’s not the person he wanted.

read here on ao3 / buy me a cuppa?

[niahana]

What is your favorite anime pairings outside of dn?

Let’s start with yuri on ice and work from there ┌( ಠ‿ಠ)┘

[delotti]

This was a request from @roaming-the-greenwood that I forgot to upload here (sorry c::) 

Here is some Otayuuri in Saint Petersburg~ 

 Requests are still open btw!!

[chaotic-tendenci]

This isn’t my favorite ship, per se, but definitely my favorite crack ship and one I wish people would write more of because I think they’d just be the chillest bros ever XD Also wanted to show off Otabek’s new suit!

[sachesky]

Yuuri curls into himself deeper, hugging his knees in the quiet hallway as he tries to get his bearing. It’ll be fine, he tells himself. Yet, he still can’t believe those words. No, he’s not going to be okay. He’ll fall down on the ice, he’ll disappoint his family, his friends, his coach. Everything will be meaningless he—

“Yuuri Katsuki?”

He flinches at the voice. Slowly, Yuuri looks up to see Otabek Altin standing in front of him with an unreadable face. “Oh umm, Otabek?” Licking his lips, Yuuri grips his knees tighter. “Is there--anything you need?”

Otabek doesn’t reply. Instead, he takes a seat beside him on the floor, their shoulders almost touching. Yuuri watches him takes his phone and earphones from his jacket and Yuuri fidgets more. He doesn’t know what Otabek is doing here, sitting beside him and he’s too nervous to ask for the reason.

“Here.” Otabek offers an earphone for him, the other half is already on Otabek’s ear.

There’s nothing he can do but takes the earphone. “Thanks?” Yuuri puts the earphone to his ear, feeling even more confused but Otabek just nods and starts scrolling on his phone. It’s not long until a soft instrumental music plays on his ear and the voice follows soon after. “What is this song?”

“Cayman Islands by Kings of Convenience,” Otabek answers.

The song reminds him of Hasetsu, with its quiet mornings on the beach. Unintentionally, Yuuri starts to relax. He leans back against the wall, feeling the heat of Otabek’s shoulder on his as Yuuri closes his eyes. He can almost see himself sitting on the sand, the waves tickling his feet as he stares at the sunrise, waiting for the sky to turns blue.

“There’s still 30 minutes before we need to get back to the rink,” Otabek says.

Yuuri smiles softly, feeling his worry to be much more manageable with Hasetsu beach on his mind. “Thank you,” he says sincerely.

Otabek shrugs, but he leans his head further into Yuuri’s space to show Yuuri the songs on his phone. Yuuri finds he doesn’t mind it, the feeling of Otabek’s body on his side and their heads close together.

As the next song starts, Yuuri wonders if he’s going to miss this moment in every competition in the future.