"Squeeze"
Yuri looks up at Viktor. “Okay, thanks for the hug, old man,” he said. “Is there a particular reason why you are hugging me?”
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"Squeeze"
Yuri looks up at Viktor. “Okay, thanks for the hug, old man,” he said. “Is there a particular reason why you are hugging me?”
@viktornikiforxv asked “ “Should I be scared?“ “
Melanie Martinez — Cry Baby Album {Sentence Starters}
Yuri rolled his eyes, unsure of if Viktor was joking or not. This was a serious topic, after all, and the elder sure as hell shouldn’t be joking around, “Of course you should be, dumbass. Unless your not afraid of someone destroying your legacy and earning more golds than you- but I sure as fuck would be,” he replied, “They’re already calling me Russia’s next champion skater, you know.”
Competitions
Where did they go? She looked around her, but couldn’t see them. Probably they went somewhere more private to indulge into each other. Yeah. Sofia didn’t want to think about that. But because of that she was now alone with Viktor Nikiforov. The Viktor Nikiforov. He was even more handsome in reality when she nervously side eyed him. She wasn’t particularly good with new people. They all were -or had been- at a competition, Sofia to cheer for Otabek, the other ones because they participated. But as soon as Otabek and Sofia had met Yuri, who was with Viktor, Yuri and Otabek disappeared to do god knows what. So she was left alone with Viktor to ‘get to know each other’. Why Viktors fiancé Yuuri hadn’t been with them was a thing she didn’t know, but it didn’t seem to be too important. The girl looked into the direction where her brother and his boyfriend went, but they were gone.
“Uhm... they’re gone, I guess.”, she stated dumbly for the lack of anything to say.
@viktornikiforxv
“Who did this?”
“It’s not important, Viktor,” Yuri said, reaching his hand up to touch the busted lip he was now sporting. Fuck, that actually kind of hurt. “I’m fine, really.” He said, heading into the next room, hoping that the older man would just let this go. He knew Viktor well enough by know that he was not going to let this go when it looked like he had gotten into a fight. Well, he sort of had…
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“Viktor, what the fuck?” there was no other way to phrase the sentence; what the man was doing made no sense. Granted, if he himself found himself in a similar situation, it was entirely possible he’d consider the idea himself- or begrudgingly go along with Viktor’s insistence on it, “You can’t just hold a baby shower for your dog. How do you even know she’s pregnant? She doesn’t look like it.”
“ be honest ”
there was something so terribly daunting about the demand. be honest. honesty was not something chris nescessarily tried to avoid; but it was so much easier when he did. life on the ice was the only life had had lived…. the only life he had ever wanted to live. he could not count all the hours devoted to producing his programs, to learning them & adding to them & bettering himself. he could not decribe the pride that welled in his chest when those around him enjoyed his work; his passion… it was addictive, really.
but what was passion when time threatened to steal it away? viktor had moved on; he was a coach now, he had been the best… though there was talk of him returning, he was special. viktor had always been special… christophe’s passion could only carry him so far & though it would not fade, his time in the spotlight would. it was possible to continue skating, he knew; but every year was another year closer to a retirement he would never quite be ready for. he didn’t like to talk about it, it was true… but there was something about the way viktor spoke that caused the truth to crawl from the pit of his stomach, to claw it’s way up his throat & grab hold of his voice.
“ i’m not ready for it to be over. “ the confession was quiet; hazel eyes would not meet the other’s. words well in his throat but he forces them out anyways, “ it doesn’t have to be, i know… but it will be. eventually.“
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//I was tagged by @yuriplisetsky-rp to post a picture of my lock screen , home screen , the last song I listened to and a selfie Tagging: @yoi-shenanigans , @tigersdoitbetter , @viktornikiforxv