i just hit 800 followers, which is crazy?? like i’m not even done with my 700 follower celebration! i love you guys so much!! so, i will be making a birthday page to celebrate! please don’t let this flop
A/N: So this story came from my sister who’s co-worker got one of the gifts from her husband for Valentine’s Day haha! Also, this is not edited or anything and was thrown together on my lunch break (i.e. sorry if it sucks-it probably does) As always, feedback is very much appreciated even if it sucks haha! (I love stuff in my inbox btw-mine is always so empty and sad)
Birthday’s were not really something that made too much of a difference to Y/N or the Winchesters for that matter. But, whether she liked it or not, hers was coming soon.
Cards from family and friends she hadn’t seen in quite some time, made their way to her despite living in the bunker with no real address. It was like magic, these once a year contacts that just appeared to remind her that in just a week she’d be one year older.
Not that age mattered either, hell living and working with hunters she was glad she made it through another year!
Summary: “Can I…?” Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri
out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out.
But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and
mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back. He looks like he
has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.
My thoughts: THE TENSION. A+ Tension. If you’re like me and are
weak for stories where it’s always two people silently wishing for the same
thing, but either one of them isn’t quite ready or it’s never the right time,
then this is for you.
It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time.
Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light
caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of
having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a
Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping
it anytime soon.
Then it happened.
Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is
My thoughts: Victor needs to
communicate better, but it leads to some super cute getting-together.
“Did the doctor send you?” When Yuuri doesn’t reply
fast enough, since he’s still gaping like a fish, he turns to Yuri. “Did the
doctor send him? Because wow,” He drops his arm and presses his hand to his
chest like the dramatic bastard he is. “You’ve got to be the prettiest man I’ve
“Oh my god,” Yuri groans. “Is he hitting on you?”
My thoughts: Have you ever seen that
hella-cute video of a guy that’s hopped up on painkillers, forgets that he’s
married, and starts hitting on his wife who’s trying to take care of him? It’s
basically that. Except Yurio’s there too. Filming all of it.
It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a
massive player. (In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first
time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes
but ends up the same)
My thoughts: A hard but
healthy dose of angst. Lots of miscommunication and pining but a happy end.
in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow
Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has
absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy. Does Yuuri care about his
reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov. Basically this is an excuse for
total fluff. And porn. And shit-talking
with bonus smut. (Edited for accuracy.) Happy birthday, Victor.
Victor turned back to him, supernova smile in
place once more. “I really, really like you. Promise you’ll still dance with me
at the banquet if you take gold this time around.”
Yuuri stared at the man. He looked at
their entwined hands—he hadn’t wanted to pull away—and their thighs, pressed together
despite there being plenty of room in the backseat of the cab. That scent of
Victor’s cologne—just a dab, lightly applied somewhere on his neck—swirled
around him. This was too real to be a dream, too physical for him to have
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri said
slowly. “But…have we talked before?”
My thoughts: I can’t
even express how much I love this
fic. It took the plot twist that I loved so much and brought it to the next
level, again with miscommunication and pining which I am weak for.
“Let me guess, you’re going to go take care of
Yuuri while he sleeps? Just in case he sneezes or something?” Yurio rolls his
eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “Viktor, you’re whipped.”
Viktor rubs the back of his neck as he leans against the wall.
“What does that mean?”
“It means that if Yuuri asked you to do a little dance for him
in nothing but a coconut bra and a hula skirt, you’d do it.”
Viktor pauses, confused. “And that’s a bad thing?”
My thoughts/summary: Yuuri gets deliriously sick and Victor
takes care of him while Yurio watches on with severe amusement and tortures
Victor. I’m weak for the sick!fics where a character has no control over what
they say and just spills the beans of how head-over-heels they are. I also like
flustered Victor. 10/10, would read again.
had always known he was a little bit differentwhen compared to other figure skaters. Of
course, the fact that he was socially awkward and rather ungraceful kind of
made him stand out anyway, but it was more than that. It was biology.
Yuuri gets his heat in Russia while struggling with his feelings for Victor. I
low-key love Alpha/Omega fics, but only when they’re done respectfully and
well, and this one is top-notch. It’s hot and sexy but still loving and cute,
which is the best.
“If you want, I can recommend you some security
programs that you can download for free and protect your computer. That way,
you won’t be at risk of losing these cute photos of your dog even when you
browse websites like ‘Luscious Lonely Wives’.”
Victor gives one long ‘haa’. “I don’t browse those websites,” he
says through his straining smile.
(the ‘i will break any and all
electronic devices that get into my hands if it means I get to talk to the cute
tech support guy’ fic)
My thoughts: I
love AUs. I really love AUs where someone is so infatuated that they find any
and every excuse to see and talk to the person they like.
I might do another one of these for OtaYuri fics. Hope you enjoy
some of these! Remember to give kudos and comments if you do, it really helps
motivate authors, trust me. <3
P.S. let me know if any of the links aren’t working.
Here’s to the first year of your official adulthood, hoping you are happy and successful in the years to come. Wishing you a happy birthday and that this year you’ll be able to bless us with even more laughter and memeage.