#realgeorgipopovich

[myvalzpival]

Climb a Little Higher

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Emil felt the sun gently tickling his nose. Everything was strangely quiet. He opened his eyes.

Everything was blurry at first, he was confused and not really sure where he was. He blinked a few times for his eyes to get used to everything. Whew, what was going on there? Everything was blurred into one shade of gray around him. The air was strangely humid when he took a breath in. His head hurt, but he was slowly coming to himself.

He moved his hands around, only to feel the cold surface of a rock under and around him. And as much as he tried to move his body, he couldn’t. He wiggled his fingers and his toes, they all seemed to work, that was good, but... Oh no...!

He finally realized, he went climbing! Right! He finally remembered leaving the camp in the morning and finally heading to the rock he’d wanted to climb for so long! But now... he was stuck down inside a big cranny in the rock. He moved his hands around again, trying to find the belaying, but every rope he blindly touched felt loose, not attached to anything but his body. Oh god... He must’ve fallen!

He quickly reached up to his head. Right! He had a camera on! He was live streaming, people are watching, they- The camera was gone. Emil took a deep breath, he wasn’t panicking, there will be a way out of this, there must be... Well, there was only one thing left to do.

“HELLO?! HELP! I’M STUCK DOWN HERE!!!” he yelld from the bottom of his lungs.

[viciforov-blog]

♦ :D

♦ — Kiss my muse on the forehead!

Victor leaned down and pressed his lips gently to Georgi’s forehead. Maybe it wasn’t the sexiest thing to do, or the most comforting, but it was intimate and chaste and he held Georgi solidly as he kissed him. 

Send one for a Scenario

[christophe-g-blog1]

Paint Me

Chris was chatting with one of his friends as they walked out of the lecture hall along with the other students, glancing to the wall next to him plastered with fliers and posters for events going on around campus. One simple flier caught his eye.

Art student seeking male nude model. Hm. Chris wasn’t exactly shy, and being all of the numbers on the bottom were still in tact on the paper, he assumed the job was still open. The blonde grabbed one of the tabs quickly and slid it into his pocket. His friend teased him a little, saying something about finding ways to get paid to be naked. “I’m not just doing it for the money. It’s helping out an art student. Plus, it’s always done tastefully. And maybe I’m not the body shape he’s looking for.” The blonde said and rolled his eyes, forgetting about the number in his pocket.

He sent the text a few hours later after finding the paper again when he was digging for his keys in his pocket, smiling a little as he wrote and sent it. 

// Hi there! I saw your flier for a nude model for an art project and it said to text this number. I’m interested in... Auditioning? Let me know if the job is still open. I’m Chris, by the way! -CG //

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[khrupkogo-stekla-vitya]

Like a Drowned Rat

closed starter for @realgeorgipopovich

“Hic...Go~sha...hic...I’m still...hic...hungry,”  Viktor whined, his chin firmly balanced on the edge of the restaurant table.  On the table were a couple empty shot once filled with vodka, another empty beer glass, and one similar glass filled halfway with the toffee-colored alcohol--all of them on Viktor’s side of the table.

Practice had been long. 

Viktor was constantly exhausted when at the rink, and despite how technically flawless he continued to perform, there was no heart in it.  Even the normal excitement he had when it came to choreographing a surprise was missing.

Going out to dinner was a grace the day needed.  Viktor had exerted his authority over the other Russian skaters to go to one of his favorite spots, promising to pick up the tab if they all agreed.

The older Russian was already tipsy when young Yura went home.  Yakov’s set curfew for the adolescent to return to the boarding house made for a good excuse.  Mila, also, had a good excuse in her supposed date with some ice hockey player.

Which left Georgi behind with Viktor.

“Hungry...”

[beautyonice-blog]

Secret || Closed rp

Sara was rather excited to get on her feet. Sitting in classes for hours just didn’t feel like her style. When she had finally changed into her spare clothes she ran out. She looked around at all the groups, not really sure where she would go. It wasn’t until she saw a male off on his own. Sara hadn’t seem him around before. Perhaps he’d like some company.

The female waved at the male, jogging over to him. “Hey!” She said cheerfully. “Are you new this semester? I haven’t seen you around.” She explained. “I’m Sara, and you are?” She gave him another friendly smile as she waited for his response. 

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[russianicedoll]

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Touch Meme: ➧ Massage their shoulders (open) 

Viktor was taken by surprise. He wasn’t expect the Russian male to start rubbing his shoulders after a long hard day of practice, “What’s this for?” 

[viciforov-blog]

"Pfft. Oh Victor, you have a long life ahead of you if you can't last 24 hours." Georgi said before taking a sip of his coffee. Yeah he'd kiss Victor, but it was always nice to tease first.

Victor pouted and leaned forward. “I can last 24 hours--I just don’t see the point when someone so pretty is sitting across from me with perfectly working lips.” 

[myvalzpival]

The real slav trip

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Emil calmed down with Georgi’s words. He knew his boyfriend was right, it was usually what his mom told him too in regards to the whole situation. But Jenda was very hot-headed and usually just yelled at him for being stupid and it sank in over the years.

He smiled and nodded slightly, his eyes already half-lidded. But he felt good, he, once again, realized that Georgi really won his gold at Worlds. Unconsciously he reached down to Georgi’s chest as if he wanted to touch the medal.

His eyes closed, soon, he was listening to all the stories about Viktor, giving a small laugh or a quiet hum from time to time, but soon his fingers in Georgi’s hair stopped moving and he fell asleep.

And even though he had no dreams, he slept like a baby and was absolutely happy and rested in the morning. As always, he spent the first hour of his day just watching Georgi’s sleeping face, occasionally planting a kiss here and there and whispering quiet “I love you,” to Georgi all the time, as if he wanted to make sure Georgi really understood it.

The day was rather hectic. Georgi was constantly bothered by all the reporters and they both had to go to the ice rink for a little practice before the exhibition. Emil hardly saw Georgi all day, but it was okay, it was worth the gold medal around his neck. On the other hand there were loads of rumours about Emil ending his career because of his collapse at the competition, which he just laughed at because some of the news articles were so ridiculous it was funny.

He was so glad he could watch his boyfriend skat at the gala that evening. Everyone seemed so happy for him and he was so grateful since he knew Georgi worked for this for such a long time... When he gave even a flawless exhibition piece, Emil couldn’t believe his eyes. Yakov actually came to Georgi and hugged him. He didn’t really know what they were talking about, but it’d been a long time since he saw Yakov this proud and that made Emil proud too.

The next morning they had to get up extra early, since their flight to Prague was quite a sudden one for them. They both slept like babies throughout the long way and when they finally managed to get to Olomouc to Emil’s apartment, it was almost midnight. The door wasn’t locked and there were some people chilling at the living room sofa, Emil didn’t pay much attention to them. “Hi, guys... This is Georgi, Georgi, these are... guys...” he was so tired he didn’t even recognize who the people were. “Night, everyone, get out in the morning,” he yawned and just dragged Georgi into the bed.