Sep 4, 2019
Once I read Todoroki Shoto's name as Todoroto Shoki and I'm not fine
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Once I read Todoroki Shoto's name as Todoroto Shoki and I'm not fine
Todoroki: *sees Midoriya*
Todoroki: Are you All Might’s secret love child or something?
Todoroki: *sees Shinsou*
Todoroki: Are you Aizawa-sensei’s secret love child or something?
Todoroki: *sees Tokoyami*
Todoroki: Are you Hawks’ secret love child or something?
Todoroki: *sees Tetsutetsu*
Todoroki: Are you Kirishima’s secret love child, but like, from the future, or something?
Someone: That Dabi’s got a really powerful fire quirk, huh? Blue flames and all.
Todoroki:
Someone: And with blue eyes to match. Come to think of it, his burns seem to be in similar areas as Endeavor’s fire on his hero costume.
Todoroki: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
Tamaki wearing Mirio's shirts (which are big on him but he does not care of course) (*˘︶˘*)
i feel like the length wouldn’t be so much of a problem as the width
im sorry i needed to tell you how freaking awesome your artstyle is and how vivid your expressions are!!!!! also are you caught up with the bnha manga at all? (it's getting wild 👀)
NO NEED TO APOLOGIZE AND UM THABNK YOU ill never get over people complimenting that aspect of my art bc its v important to me ;;;;;.;;;;; (I READ ALL UR TAGS TOO WTF it made my night <3333)AND not technically, but, i have the general idea thanks to twitter dfgdsf …I NEED TO.. I’m around .. 120..? lol
For a little angst, and feel free to refuse to write this, how about victuuri having a small fight but stressed Victor yells and sends yuuri into a panic attack and only phichit can calm him down?
Big thanks to @tododorky / @avocadowrites for helping me come up with an idea for this prompt!
Phone
“WHY WOULD YOU TURN YOUR PHONE OFF!”
Yuuri flinched at Victor’s tone, unused toVictor raising his voice.
Victor was not a shouter, he didn’t screamor yell. Victor was the type of person to lower his voice when angry, somethingYuuri had only seen a handful of times and only once directed at him.
But this, this was different, Victor wasphysically shaking in rage right in front of him. His phone clutched so tightlyin his hand that his knuckles were white.
He opened his mouth to respond but was cutoff by Victor.
“DO YOU,” the Russian paused and took ashaky breath, eyes never straying from him, “Do you know how worried I was? Iget a phone call telling me my apartment building had a fire incident and I can’tget a hold of my fiancé.”
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, dropping his gazeto his feet as his hands curling into fists at his side.
“And when I arrive, I can’t find youanywhere. Yuuri, look at me,” Victor said while grabbing his chin in his freehand and tilting his head up. He found himself staring into Victor’s gorgeousblue eyes as his heart pounded in his chest.
“I’m sorry,” the words tumbled from hislips, shakier than before.
He upset Victor.
He had made Victor angry. Really angry.
What if Victor broke up with him?
What if Victor broke their engagement?
What if Victor decided not to coach himanymore?
He hadn’t meant to upset Victor.
He hadn’t meant to ignore the phone call.
He hadn’t meant to not be in seeingdistance when Victor arrived back at the apartment.
“Hey, Yuuri,” he vaguely heard Victor sayto him as he pulled away from his fiancé and slowly knelt down on the ground.
“Yuuri? Yuuri? Yuuri!”
He didn’t mean to do it.
His phone hadn’t been working.
He didn’t mean to ignore Victor’s call.
He had been freaked out by the fire alarm.
He didn’t really know any of theirneighbours like Victor did.
He had just settled down away from the groupof tenants.
He hadn’t meant to upset Victor.
“Yuuri,” he felt his breath stutter in histhroat, “What’s wrong?”
That was Phichit’s voice, he finallynoticed the phone gently pressed against his ear and grabbed onto it to hold itin place himself.
“I didn’t mean to,” he mumbled, barelynoticing how stuttered and out of breath he sounded.
“I know you didn’t, Yuu. Victor isn’t mad,”Phichit voice sounded so soft, so gently, “Can you take a big breath for me? Likethe ones we use to take in yoga class? One big breath, hold it for fiveseconds, then release it. How about we do it together?” Yuuri found himselfnodding along with Phichit.
“Ready? One big breath in,” he took a deepbreath, “One, two, three, four and five, release,” he exhaled. He followedPhichit’s instructions as he continued to walk him through the breathing technique.
Slowly, he started to notice things aroundhim.
That he was now sitting on the ground.
That Makkachin was laying between his legs,head in his lap.
That he was sitting on the ground outside.
That he was rather cold.
He jolted when something was placed on hisshoulders, and he hummed softly as he realised it was a jacket.
“Yuuri, one to ten?” Phichit questioned,causing him to pause. Phichit was asking him to rank how he was currentlyfeeling from one to ten. Oh god, he had just had a panic attack.
“Five?” he said softly while givingMakkachin a scratch behind the ear.
“Five is good. Could be better. What colouris the sky?” Yuuri found himself glancing upwards at the question.
“Grey,” he answered honestly.
“What colour in Makkachin?”
“Brown,” he said while smiling softly atthe poodle.
“Where is Victor?” he paused at thatquestion and glanced around until he found his fiancé talking to one of thefireman.
“He is a couple meters away from me,talking to a fireman.”
“Fireman?” Phichit questioned.
“Oh,” he mumbled softly, “There was a firein the apartment block and everyone had to evacuate.”
“And where was Victor when this washappening?” Phichit questioned.
“Out shopping with Makkachin,” he replied.
“Shopping for what?” Yuuri paused, tryingto remember what Victor had gone out shopping for.
“Shopping for a new phone for me,” hemumbled ever so softly.
He waited for a moment, listening to thesilence on the other end of the phone. He even double checked the phone - whichhe finally noticed was Victor’s - to see if maybe Phichit had accidentally hungup.
“Okay, please hit your future husband forsending you into a panic attack for forgetting you didn’t have a phone.” Yuuricouldn’t help the small giggle that left him.
“One to ten?”
“One,” Yuuri replied.
“Brilliant, well, go yell at your fiancé.Call me back on your new phone, whenever you get it, I have some goss to catchyou up on,” Phichit told him, causing him to smile softly.
“Okay, thank you, Phichit,” he mumbledsoftly.
“Anytime, Yuuri.” They exchanged goodbyesbefore Yuuri got to his feet and stumbled his way over to Victor, who stoodstanding staring at their apartment with a frown on his face.
“Victor?” he stuttered out, flinching athow quickly his fiancé turned towards him and wrapped him up in a hug.
“Yuuri, I’m sorry, forgive me! I was justso worried! I shouldn’t have yelled at you!” Victor spoke so quickly, Yuurisimply stared at Victor in confusion for a moment as he processed the stream ofwords that had been said to him.
“I’m sorry,” he replied.
“No,” Victor said while grabbing his facein one hand, “I don’t want you apologising. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. Iwas just so worried when you didn’t pick up your phone.”
“Victor,” his fiancé paused, “You went outto get me a new phone after Yuri broke my other one,” he pointed out.
Victor stared at him for a moment, a cluelesslook on his face. Victor than let out a groan while leaning his foreheadagainst his shoulder.
“I am so, so sorry, Yuuri,” Victor mumbledagainst his neck, causing Yuuri to chuckling softly as he wrapped his armsaround his fiancé.
He suddenly felt exhausted, lifts numb andeyes heavily.
“I’m tired,” he found himself mumbling.
There was a shout from behind them,catching both of their attention. A fireman stood on the edge of a fire truck,shouting something in Russian that Yuuri didn’t quite understand.
“Let’s get you upstairs and into bed,”Victor mumbled while pressing a kiss against the side of his head. He assumedthat meant that the fireman had been telling everyone is was safe to go backinside than.
“Come cuddle with me,” he said while givinga tug on the side of Victor’s shirt.
“Anything you want, Yuuri,” Victor saidwith a nod while tugging him towards the entryway of their building.
Omg!! Fellow Bay Area inhabitant (theres no way to not make that sound weird lol)!!! Hello there, I love your Tamaki doodles!! ❤
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Yuuri is a bottom and no actually Viktor and Yuuri don't ever switch. Thoughts?
Everyone knows Yuuri’s an uke 😂😂😂
(anti-honesty hour)
Prompt! Its a rainy day, and viktor and yuuri are stuck inside their apartment watching the rainfall 💙
I worked on this pretty much exclusively while it was raining lmao
“You know Yuka, one of us has to take Makkachin out.” Victor commented as he took a sip of his tea.
“I know. And the other gets to towel him off.” He grinned over his own tea that was fogging his glasses, then looked down at Makkachin who was just lying there probably asleep nearby. “I don’t think there’s any rush and the rain might let up though.”
Victor looked back out the window at the rain that was falling in solid sheets, running down the glass. “Let up?” he laughed, “For some reason, I doubt it’ll be that easy.”
“Probably not.” He agreed with a nod. “But I can live in denial a bit longer.” He waved his hand at his glasses until they cleared up. “Makkachin never holds still for me to towel him and I don’t mind getting wet.”
Victor gasped, “Yurasha! My savior!” he relaxed further against the wall. “You were right about the window seat, by the way.”
Yuuri laughed and twisted onto his side, looking out the window. “It’s nice.” He reached over and snagged the blanket and spread it over both of their legs. “I love rain…” he added softly.
“Oh?” he tugged the blanket a bit as he shifted.
He nodded, gaze not moving from looking out over the city. “It’s so nice, it’s horrible with glasses of course, but I still love it. There are less people out and the world is just quieter…I really like that.”
Victor nodded without comment, just watching him watch the rain. It was nice to have a day like this, where they just sat next to each other with a drink and enjoyed each other’s company with some talk here and there. Makkachin joined them now and again but the window seat wasn’t even meant for two people, let alone two plus a dog. But they made it work with lots of uncomfortable angles for as long as Makkachin wanted.
He turned his gaze back out the window, Yuuri was right, it was nice, quite beautiful and quiet, much like Yuuri himself. It was also life bringing like Yuuri, and all encompassing like Yuuri. He’d heard Yuuri talk about how Victor was like snow in the spring, and he’d always thought of Yuuri as the matching sunshine, but here, in their slightly chilly home, bundled up next to each other on the window seat Yuuri insisted on (his only real request when house hunting) with tea, watching the life bringing rain…he thought that instead, Yuuri was the rain that washes away all the bad.
Yuuri came into his life like a sudden rainstorm, washing away all the sadness and melancholy that had taken over his life. Washing it out and leaving him breathless and itching for more, like a plant in a drought. All the sunlight and attention couldn’t do anything to help a plant if there wasn’t water there to feed it.
All the gold medals meant nothing, all the winning streaks, nothing, but Yuuri did. Yuuri came into his life and turned it around and he was forever thirsty for more.
“-itya….Vitenka!”
Victor blinked, refocusing on Yuuri who was waving a hand in front of his face. “Ah-yes Yurasha?”
“Vitya don’t worry me like that!” he huffed a bit. “I’m gonna run Makkachin out now okay? So get the towel.” He pulled off his glasses and handed them to him before going over to the door and grabbing the leash. “Makkachin!” he called.Makkachin rolled over and then caught sight of Yuuri with the leash and jumped up, tripping over his paws as he ran over eagerly.
Victor watched them go out, and Yuuri just stopped for a little outside, letting the rain pour down on him. “Idiot.” He laughed fondly, it was undoubtedly on purpose that he hadn’t grabbed an umbrella. He watched as Makkachin started barking and jumping around him which finally made him jump away from the big splashes he was making and start walking down the street again.
He stared after them until they walked out of sight before he finished his now cold drink, and took it and Yuuri’s also empty one into the kitchen before going back to the laundry room and grabbing the big towel that was Makkachin’s.
He had good timing as Yuuri came home only a few minutes later, and Makkachin stood obediently for Victor as he toweled him off as Yuuri shook his head to throw water from his hair with a grin.
Once Makkachin was….semi dry, he grabbed and handed Yuuri his glasses as Makkachin took off running around the house.
Yuuri laughed as he slipped them back on. “You have the most ridiculous dog ever. I love him.”“I love you.” he replied, watching water slide down from his hairline down his nose.
Yuuri colored slightly, “What brings that on?”
“You’re just stunning Yurasha.”