#yuramiau

[otabangbang]

Ugh. @yuramiau and I both have colds. I guess this is not surprising though. My mouth is on him so much, you'd be right in assuming he's my fa-*cut off by a round of hacking and coughing and working up of throat mucus*

Uughhh

[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

[ice-daddy-vitya]

WHY ARE YOU SO SAPPY? ~ yuramiau

“Because I’m in love with my husband, obviously.”

@yuramiau

[yuramiau]

For the 200 Followers celebration!

I asked you lot for prompts and I only got one XD So here is the fill for @anxious-katsudon. I hope you like it.

“When did it start raining?” Otabek asked as he watched out the front window of the small Russian bakery. Yuri, who was staring intently at all the different cakes and pastries behind the counter, swiftly turned his attention to his best friend and then to the street outside. Indeed, it started raining the moment they got inside the shop.

Otabek had gone to Saint Petersburg to visit him for a couple of weeks and it overlapped with Nikolai’s birthday. As it was custom, Yuri had prepared a great meal and everything was already set for dinner at the old man’s apartment, the only thing missing the birthday cake. The blond had ordered it in advance, wanting everything to be perfect; yet half an hour ago he had received a call from the bakery saying there had been a problem with the orders and the cake had been sold. Had it been a different day and Otabek not being near, Yuri would have told the employee every single curse word in every language he knew. But Beka was around, so he breathed deeply and decided to be polite for a change. That implied agreeing to the employee’s suggestion of getting a different cake, and the Kazakh had offered to take him on his bike (a rented one, despite his wish of traveling everywhere with his own).

That left them exactly where they were, with Yuri looking for another cake and Otabek observing calmly the lively bakery. It was twelve minutes before seven pm, if the dark clock on the opposite wall was to be trusted; it didn’t hurt to check his cellphone, the older boy thought as he confirmed the hour. Yuri’s grandfather was supposed to get back home after seven, which didn’t give them much time to pick the cake and get back in time to surprise the man.

To be entirely honest, the Kazakh had been feeling restless the past few days. Before he got on the plane, there had been an idea running through his mind, one about the nature of his feelings for his friend. He had different friends from different backgrounds, which made his life a collection of different interests and environments carefully contained inside individual bubbles more than a whole life. But Yuri was the first person he ever allowed to know all sides of him and to get involved with all of them, which obviously brought up the important question of why that had happened. The answer had evolved with time and stopped with the final understanding that he was in love with Yuri.

The problem was how to bring the subject up, or if he should bring it up at all. Yuri had no other friends and if he betrayed that trust by placing his feelings first, well, who knew what kind of chaos would happen.

So he preferred to watch the young man receiving a brown box in one hand and two thin pieces of cake with the other. The shop was warm and lively, even for the hour, making Beka think that people in the neighborhood liked to grab a few pastries on their way home from work.

“For you and your boyfriend,” the young woman had said and Otabek didn’t recognize the kind of expression that appeared on his best friend’s face. Was it embarrassment? It definitely wasn’t anger. At least not the way he was used to see.

“One for you and one for me,” the blond said with a small smile as he gave the other the piece of cake. It was lemon and buttercream, and it was very soft; Yuri knew the place made his grandfather’s favorite cakes, and he knew very well why.

Otabek received the cake and ate it quickly, although his eyes were fixated on Yuri as the younger did the same. “Thank you.” Beka said with a simple smile and walked around the small tables near the front door. “Shall we get going? I’ll pack the cake so the box won’t get wet. There’s nothing that can be done for us, though, but if we are quick, maybe the rain won’t be as strong.”

“Yeah,” the Russian replied as he accompanied Otabek to the door. There was a thoughtful expression on his face as they made their way out, which had the Kazakh staring at him, longer than what the event demanded, but the younger man didn’t really seem to mind the attention.

As they made their way through Saint Petersburg streets, the pair remained quiet, even when they encountered a red light on the streets. It was unusual for them to be like that, but the oldest of the pair couldn’t help but keep him more occupied with how he should bring up the subject of his feelings and the kind of reaction his best friend would have to the confession.

If Yuri returned his feelings, Otabek would be the happiest man alive, but if he didn’t it would turn their current situation into hell. After all, he wouldn’t only be losing his best friend, but he was sleeping in the same room as said friend while visiting, which would be horrible if he was rejected and then he would have to think of an excuse to explain to said friend’s grandfather why he had suddenly decided to go to a hotel. But at the prospect of Yuri returning his feelings, then maybe the risk was worth having.

His brain may have been running the ideas over and over again, but in the meantime they had arrived to their destination. Luckily for him, his body still got them safe and sound back at Yuri’s apartment.

“Here we are. At least the rain isn’t that hard,” the Kazakh mentioned as they both got off the motorcycle and set the helmets aside. Beka took the cake box out and gave it to Yuri, expecting the young man to start walking into the apartment building, shielding himself from the falling rain. When he didn’t, Otabek turned to him and was surprised to find the blond wearing the same thoughtful expression he had been wearing back at the bakery.

“Beka…” The young man spoke even before his friend had a chance to ask if something was wrong; because something had to be wrong, to have Yuri with such a serious expression.  “I was thinking. You asked me if I wanted to be your friend, right? But if things changed, would you still be my friend?”

The Kazakh looked at Yuri with a confused look, his mind blank for a few seconds before it started making up weird scenarios that always ended up with the Russian punching him on the face.

“I mean, if I wanted you to be my boyfriend, you would still be my friend, right?” Yuri mumbled looking to the side and, even in the poorly-lit sidewalk, Beka could see the blush on his face.

Because what Otabek didn’t know was that Yuri had been thinking about the same subject that worried him. No, he didn’t have a long moment of silent contemplation pondering about the meaning of the different groups of people that formed his life, but instead had had a sudden thought as he was reading a message the Kazakh had sent him and, in that instant, realized he was in love with him. For the Russian, there wasn’t really a point of comparison for his feelings since he didn’t have other people as close to him as Otabek. There were Viktor and Katsudon, Yakov and Mila and Georgi and Lilia, but the way he felt for them, the definition for the feelings he held for each, none of it fit well for the emotion that filled his chest whenever he thought of the Kazakh. So, there was the indisputable truth that no other word could be able to describe his feelings for his best friend but ‘love’.

Otabek smiled with relief once Yuri’s words fell in place, the realization that both had been worried about the same subject making his anxiety and doubts fade away in an instant. But before he even thought of an answer, he took a couple of steps forward and taking the blond’s face between his hands, kissed him softly on the lips.

The rain would be damned, and probably the cake box was going to get ruined afterwards, but Beka was too happy to care about anything else in the world but the cold lips of his best friend pressed gently against his own.

“Yeah,” Otabek replied resting his forehead against Yuri’s when he broke the kiss, “but only if you agree to be my boyfriend too.”

The blond blushed and nodded slightly, and the Kazakh swore in that moment that no one else in the world could be happier than him.

[ledkorol-blog]

@yuramiau

“Yurio!” Viktor called out cheerfully as he finally spotted the teen. “If I wouldn’t know better, I would say that you’re avoiding me.”

[spill-my-gutz]

Hi! This is a small message to let you know I appreciate you are following me. Thank you and I hope you have a beautiful day! ~ yuramiau

Ahhhhh thank you so much !! Your blog is amazing and it always makes me smile. I hope you have a wonderful day as well <3

[otabangbang]

What is a Family?

@yuramiau Otabek had woken up filled with excitement and overloaded with nerves. It was the day, the very important day that would determine quite a lot of things between him and his family. It was the day his parents, probably his sister, and his crazy aunt at least would meet Otabek. Since they knew they were meeting his 'important friend', he knew there might be a couple of other folks invited to the family home. He hadn't dressed in anything too formal. He put on a nice pair of jeans, a dark green shirt, and a black vest. He had made sure his tops weren't wrinkled and were lint brushed, at least. His hair was styled as if he were going out on the ice, because he knew how much his mother liked that. He had put on a necklace with a little piece of black tourmaline hanging from it, something he had picked up long ago in Canada during his first week away from family. After that, it was gathering up Yuri and securing what his wonderful boyfriend had cooked on the back of his motorcycle. He had carried much bulkier things and it was no trouble at all to bring a little something. It woul not be a long ride. His parents lived in the Kalkaman District, part of the Almaty region. So, they weren't as near as right downtown but so close that he didn't feel the need to speed there. In fact, Otabek took a lazy, slower route just to give Yuri a little view of the area around him. He may as well show him every part of his home city.

[anxious-katsudon]

The short program is over!

And I am, surprisingly, in second place!

1. Viktor Nikiforov 🇷🇺: 110.95

2. Yuuri Katsuki 🇯🇵: 107.68

3. Otabek Altin 🇰🇿: 103.26

4. Yuri Plisetsky 🇷🇺: 99.98

5. Christophe Giacometti 🇨🇭: 98.17

6. Seung-Gil Lee 🇰🇷: 92.56

7. Phichit Chulanont 🇹🇭: 89.42

Viktor and I are just picking up some food, take a shower and sleep. I'm exhausted and Viktor looks it too. Free skate tomorrow!