My favourite Viktor moments are when he is an adorable idiot.
I love exploring Viktor’s character because despite being the most senior character among the skaters and being seen as the one to chase and look up to, this boy truly does a lot of stupid things. To be fair, 27 is still quite young. It’s a shitty age when everyone plus their dog seems to think you know what you are doing except you. I can tell you all the weird decisions and unnecessary drama people have and get into at 27, but then this post will never end.
Now, we know about the whole banquet fiasco and the whole impulsively flying to Japan arms open, dick out thing, not to mention the whole car park “let’s shatter his heart” shenanigans, but I also have these screencaps stewing for maybe a month in my phone because I remember I was rewatching the show and these just made me go, “Oh, Viktor.”
Okay, so we know Hot Springs on Ice all started with Viktor’s idea…
…to which Yurio gamely accepts the challenge and issues his own (while Yuuri adorably panics in the background like the puppy he is)…
…which Viktor also accepts.
Look at him all excited.
Here, though, is where Viktor gets himself in trouble:
He’s been riling Yurio up the entire morning that the kid just up and threw a tantrum and demanded this prize. But then, no problem, since it’s not like Viktor had to accept or anything–
Yuuri’s face when Viktor agreed, though.
*sigh* Same, Yuuri. Same.
It seems that it’s not until later that Viktor realises the trouble he put himself in. At this point, we didn’t know yet just how invested Viktor was in Yuuri Katsuki (i.e., very invested and nursing a weird kind of crush, probably) and how important it is that he doesn’t coach just anyone, but Yuuri Katsuki only. How ever good Yuuri could potentially be, however, there was still a big chance that he could actually lose to Yurio. Yuuri sometimes choked during competition. Yurio, on the other hand, was the juniors gold medallist. There was a very real possibility that Yurio would win and Viktor to have to go back to Russia.
Having realised this, Viktor then began to sport this face:
Yeah, tell me about it.
This is Viktor during Yurio’s performance:
At this point, Viktor didn’t know yet that Yuuri had a breakthrough on his Eros performance. As far as he knew, Yurio was the one who found his Agape. While Yurio’s performance was not perfect, he was doing well enough. But Viktor does not want to go back to Russia. He wants to stay in Japan and get to know Yuuri Katsuki. He can choreograph for another skater, sure, but he does NOT want to be Yuri Plisetsky’s coach.
That, right there, is what Viktor Nikiforov looks like when he knows he is in very deep shit.
What’s interesting though is that these expressions were not really blatantly pointed out in the show. No one notices this, and Viktor just stands in his corner looking like that. With what knowledge we had at episode 3, we don’t know, maybe he just looks thoughtful because Viktor Nikiforov is just a mysterious character. Lol, but rewatching this after season 1 is over?
Yeah, Viktor. Because of you, for about an entire episode, we were in danger of never having the events that would lead to the kiss at the Cup of China, the exchange of rings in Barcelona, and the glorious masterpiece that is Yuuri’s record-breaking free skate. Viktor, Viktor, Viktor… sometimes just… *facepalm*
Thankfully, Yuuri DID find his Eros at the last minute, wins the competition, and consequently saves Viktor’s gorgeous but impulsive arse and gives us the wonderful events of season 1. Thank you, Yuuri! ♡
Lol, look at how happy and relieved this dork is:
There he is, ladies and gentlemen, our Viktor Nikiforov - king of impulsive decisions. For a long time we thought he was such a mysterious character. Now, we just… wtf, we know him better and we love him very much, but sometimes
Viktor, no. For fuck’s sake.
*sigh* Same, Yuuri. Same.
Bonus: Viktor during Yuuri’s Eros performance. He probably realised he’s safe at this point, and I bet he was enthralled again, and possibly getting turned on by Yuuri Katsuki falling in love again.
i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe.
i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.
“are you two… together?”
this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words.
“there are children here, you know.”
in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon.
i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.
even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”
On February 1st John wakes up to find that Sherlock’s half of the bed is empty, and on his pillow is a single lavender rose. He smiles softly, picks it up, and presses his nose into the petals.
The following day John finds two of the same flower, their stems cut quite short, waiting for him in his favorite mug when he goes to make tea. He doesn’t ask Sherlock about it yet, and Sherlock acts as if nothing is different.
On February 3rd there are three lavender roses waiting for John. One is resting in his left shoe; another is tucked inside his jacket pocket; the third he finds on the doorknob when he’s on his way out. He puts them on his desk at work and thinks about texting Sherlock for an explanation. But he doesn’t. Not yet.
Four roses find their way onto the mantlepiece.
Five are found nestled in John’s chair late in the evening on February 5th.
Six are discovered the following morning, wrapped neatly together with ribbon, in the refrigerator. Still, neither of them say a word.
It isn’t until the 7th of February–when John finds seven lavender roses, cut from their stems, floating in a bowl of water on the kitchen table–that John’s curiosity gets the better of him. He’s not much for computers, but he knows how to use google at least. The results make his head feel light.
Eight roses decorate the sitting room in various spots.
Nine are placed into various beakers and tubes.
Ten litter the surface of the sofa all day on February 10th. They avoid sitting there all day, but neither of them mentions it.
On February 11th there are eleven roses lining the doorframe of Baker Street.
The 12th brings a bouquet to John’s office where he switches them out for the three that have begun to wilt but that he was unwilling to remove.
Thirteen roses hang from the ceiling of their bedroom the following day. John isn’t quite sure how Sherlock managed that without waking him, but he lays there for almost half an hour, just watching them sway back and forth.
John comes home from work on the 14th of February and finds lavender rose petals scattered up and down the seventeen steps of 221B. If he had to guess he would say there were enough petals for fourteen roses. His chest constricts, and he takes the steps slowly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.
He expects to find Sherlock waiting for him, but when he reaches the top he finds the door to the sitting room closed, a note taped to it. Sherlock’s untidy scrawl reads, You know where to find me.
And John does. He’s back down the stairs and out the door in seconds, and for once it seems he’s got Sherlock’s luck on his side as a taxi rolls to a stop when he flings out his hand.
The lab at St. Bart’s hasn’t changed much since the day they met, and it’s a bit like walking into the past when John pushes the door open to find Sherlock waiting for him in the same exact spot he had been when John had first seen him. Only this time John isn’t limping. And this time Sherlock is holding a single lavender rose instead of a pipette, and his gaze is soft and warm as it settles on John.
“Knew you’d get it,” he says, his eyes crinkling with his smile.
John walks toward him, taking his time even though his heart is pounding. It’s ridiculous, he thinks, because they’ve been together for months now. “I’m smarter than I look,” he says, unable to keep from smiling in return. He stops about a foot away, nodding toward the rose in Sherlock’s hand. “Isn’t that cheating?”
Sherlock shakes his head. “You see, but you do not observe,” he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He steps closer, holding the flower up between them. “There were only thirteen on the steps. This is number fourteen.”
John steps closer and reaches out to touch the petals, letting his hand slip down until his fingers ghost over Sherlock’s. “I looked it up, you know. Lavender rose.”
“I know,” Sherlock says, his smile widening. “On the seventh. I was surprised you held out for so long.”
John can’t help laughing. “I’m not even going to ask how you knew.”
He plucks the rose from Sherlock’s fingers and sets it gingerly on the counter beside them, removing the delicate barrier between them so that he can step into Sherlock’s space and draw him down for a soft, slow kiss. Sherlock’s hands cup his face, his thumbs stroking along the sharp edges of his jaw, and John clings to fistfuls of Sherlock’s shirt at his waist.
When he pulls away it’s only enough so that he can speak, and his lips brush Sherlock’s with every word. “Love at first sight,” he whispers, and he frees one hand to touch the petals of the lavender rose beside them. “And you always said I was the romantic.”
Sherlock kisses him again, lingering for a long, sweet moment. “I thought you should know the truth. The whole of it. How long I’ve loved you.”
Something in John’s chest aches, and he spends long, drawn-out moments pressing his lips to Sherlock’s, murmuring his I love yous into his mouth, hoping that it will be enough, that Sherlock will understand that he’s been loved since the moment John saw him in this very lab so many years ago.
Later that night–after Sherlock has led them home, after John has pressed him against the sheets, after countless kisses and touches and soft, pleading words–later, they sit together in front of the fire, half-clothed, legs tangled together, and press the single lavender rose in between the pages of a heavy book. And when they’ve finished, John takes Sherlock by the hand and leads him back to bed.
If you liked my jealous!Victor list, get ready for these jealous!Yuuri fics… I love these fics omfg
Look Only at Me by ThatDarnOtaku, Explicit, 3.3k Yuuri overheard a conversation he shouldn’t and decides to take action. SPICY KATSUDON ALERT
Momentary Relapse by Chymaille, Gen, 1.8k Being engaged to a living legend isn’t always easy, especially when your traitorous brain is always looking for an excuse to remind you that you don’t deserve him. On a date night, Viktor attracts once again the attention of a pretty girl and Yuuri doesn’t handle that very well. Thumbs up!
Even if I Triedby deathbycoldopen, Teen, 6.7k His eyes flickered over to Viktor, then back to the ice. There was a different kind of heat invading his cheeks now, all too familiar and unwelcome. “Um,” he said quietly. “Mostly I just wanted people to feel good watching it.” Lie. He’d only thought of one person. Great fic!
You’re My Favourite Of Them All by Grassepi, Gen, 3.3k Viktor adores his fans. They’re everywhere- in China, in Europe, in Japan, the entire country of Russia… he’s always loved interacting with them, wherever they approached him. They support him, they love him, they throw him flowers and ask for pictures and autographs. Perhaps it wasn’t so surprising that he fell in love with one in the end. Love this!
Melting the Ice by fujoshikoi, Teen, 2.8k What’s Yuuri’s problem? Victor wants to know. What is this feeling? Yuuri wants to understand. Definitely recommend!
Show Me by actualgayrobot, Explicit, 1.2k Yuuri finds himself hot and bothered after his most recent Eros performance, wanting nothing more than some alone time in a private room to sort out his problems. He doesn’t plan to drag Viktor with him, it just kind of… happens. Spicy!
If you try sometimes, you get what you need by whosays_penultimate, Mature, 34k After Viktor kissed Yuuri at the Cup of China, Yuuri closed off from a potential relationship, due to his insecurity and anxiety. Having decided Yuuri doesn’t want him, Viktor goes pleasure-seeking. After Yuuri finds him with another man, they decide to commit to each other and take things slow. They’re wildly different people, so will they make it work? Angsty but with a happy ending!
A Skating Scholarship by Viktorsfeet, Teen, 35k In which Phichit and Yuuri are roommates and he has a hopeless crush on Viktor. Jealous!Yuuri AND jealous!Victor… enjoy!
i may be bad (but i’m perfectly good at it) by kxtsukiyuri, Explicit, 2.8k Yūri loved Viktor. He really, truly did, with all his heart. But sometimes, Viktor could get a little too flirty at competitions, flitting from skater to skater with a sultry smile and well… Yūri wasn’t exactly pleased when that happened. So sometimes Viktor needed a little reminder who he belonged to.
Dean’s kisses vary depending on his mood. When he’s relaxed and happy they’re all soft and slow and sweet. His hands were snug on your hips as he whispered sweet things in your ear. Trailing little kisses from under your ear to your jaw to your lips. When he’s upset or worried or stressed they’re all lust-filled. One large, calloused hand pressed the back of your head onto his, his fingers twisted into your hair, firmly. He’d let out little growls when you pulled away, flashing desperate puppy-eyes at your own just to get more kisses.
Sam always had his hands on you when you kissed. Whether it’s his thumb and forefinger gripping your chin or his hand pressed on the small of your back, he wanted to have hold of you. Sometimes he’d just bury his hands into the sides of your hair. Pushing it out of your face and pulling it through his fingers. Sammy was always a little rough, even in the sweetest of times. He was always worried that the, kiss would be the last. He couldn’t bare the thought so he always made them count.
When Cas kissed you, he always did it in clusters. It was never just one sweet kiss. He’s cup your face gently with his calloused hands and brush his lips to yours still, after years, nervous to kiss you. He’d press them softly to your lips, your jaw, your neck, your face. Everywhere. He loved it. He’d press his lips to you until you were writhing and giggling underneath him from the tickling feeling of his lips and stubble grazing your skin.
Dominant. That word could be directed at any part of Crowley. The way he walked, the way he talked and held himself. If he wanted something from you, then he would get it. You’d walk into the room and he’d gesture you forward with a curved finger, “Come here.” was one phrase he often mouthed when he did it. You’d walk to him and he’d curl one arm around your waist and his hand would grip your jaw tightly, keeping your head in place. He’d kiss you for seconds, minutes even before he even considered loosening his grip on you.
Gabriel was a tease. He’d press tiny pecks on your jaw and face before quickly peppering your lips, always pulling away before you would get to press back. He’d pull back with that god damn smartass smirk that drove you nuts. You’d flash him a playful pout and he’s giggle lightly before pulling you into his lap. He’d press a soft and gentle kiss against your lips before whispering sweet nothings into your ear.
Top 10 times a bold, confident Yuuri surprised Viktor by taking initiative with PDA
Top 10 Times a Bold, Confident Yuuri Surprised Viktor By Taking Initiative With PDA
10) Once, when they had been apart for a couple of months
for euros/4c, they reunited in an airport and it was like romance movie level
drama. Yuuri literally ran and threw himself at Viktor because he had missed
him so much and Viktor caught him and spun him around while they were both
smiling and laughing and then dipped him into a kiss
9) After being apart for a while, Yuuri and Viktor planned
to meet up at one of Viktor’s competitions that Yuuri wasn’t skating in but his
flight was delayed and his missed the start. He showed up in the middle of
Viktor’s skating and as soon as Viktor got off the ice he ran and literally
jumped into Viktor’s arms to kiss him with his legs wrapped around Viktor’s
waist which got a lot of approving cheers and wolf whistling from the crowd
8) Once they were at an outdoor skating rink during the
winter and Yuuri kept pretending not to be able to skate to make Viktor hold
his hand and catch him when he ‘fell’
7) Once they were at a competition and one of the
journalists was flirting very heavily with Viktor despite Viktor not
reciprocating and so Yuuri interrupted the interview by pulling Viktor into a
kiss and making out with him for so long that the journalist was forced to awkwardly leave (Viktor was absolutely not complaining)
6) Their first time visiting Yuuri’s family in Japan, Yuuri
was much less physically affectionate than normal which started to make Viktor
a little insecure. But after he mentioned it one night, the next day he came
down to breakfast and Yuuri greeted him with a morning kiss and a cup of coffee
in front of all the Katsukis to show that he wasn’t ashamed of Viktor at all like
Viktor had been worried about
5) Once in St Petersburg Viktor was having a really long
conversation with Yakov and holding Yuuri up from leaving so Yuuri went to kiss
him goodbye in a kiss that was very much not PG and then whispered something in
his ear which made Viktor turn bright red and be like ‘I need to go right now,
immediately’ and practically run out after Yuuri
4) Once when they were skating together in Russia when Yuuri came
to visit Viktor, some of the younger Russian skaters were making rude comments about
Yuuri and their relationship like ‘I wonder if he still fucks Viktor for the
gold or if he’s after his money now as well’, since there had been rumours about marriage. In response Yuuri pulled Viktor
down into a kiss which got pretty heated pretty quickly and ended up looking
over directly at the other skaters mid kiss from over Viktor’s shoulder and raising his eyebrow in a ‘does this look fake to
you’ condescending look
3) During the Russian Nationals after chapter 14 Yuuri went
along to cheer Viktor on and prove his love to all of Russia which is where the
tie pull of the Rivals universe happened except it lead into a kiss that very
nearly made Viktor late to skate and ensured he skated his entire routine with
a serious blush on his face and hearts in his eyes
2) The kiss from chapter 14
1) At their wedding everyone thought that it was Viktor who
was going to kiss Yuuri but instead Yuuri grabbed Viktor as soon as the last
words were said and pulled him down into a kiss in front of all their family
and friends and refused to let go for a long time. When they finally did break
apart his first words were ‘I love you and I’m sorry I made you wait so long’
(because his biggest regret will always be how much more time they could have
had together if he had just realised Viktor’s feelings a little earlier)
hobi if u ever need anything a hug a kiss a massage a cup of tea a home cooked meal a kidney a liver a heart any organ in my whole body my house my life savings my first born second born fifteenth born child my whole life its yours u can call me whenever u want love you
a/n: this is for my man jeff who i love and appreciate !! also first 13 reasons why imagine !! feedback is appreciated and requests are always open
You and Jeff walked into the gymnasium, your arms interlocked at the elbow. You had worn your favorite dress, which complimented your body perfectly. The moment you stepped out your house door, Jeff was swooning. Your cheeks had turned a bright shade of red. “You look beautiful Y/N.” Jeff said before giving you a kiss on your lips. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” You replied. You weren’t lying, the man looked heavenly in suits.
But as you entered, you saw white snowflakes along the walls and blue lights illuminated the gym. You headed over to the table with food, grabbing a light snack. You looked around the crowded gym for Jeff, spotting him sitting on bleachers, next to Clay Jensen. You walked over and sat on the other side of Clay. “And what are you boys talking about now?” You ask, taking a bite of your snack.
“Um, nothing Y/N. Jeff is just meddling with my love life.” Clay replied, looking across the gym. A small smile had appeared on his face, and you followed his view only to see, Hannah Baker. “Go talk to her. Ask her to dance.” You speak up, looking at Clay with a grin on your face. “You know I can’t dance.” He shot back, leading to Jeff letting out a laugh. “Nobody here could dance.” He claimed, and the three of you looked around, laughing and agreeing with your boyfriend’s statement.
“C'mon Jenson. We made a deal, if i got a C or above, you would come to the dance. Now go and talk to her.” Jeff spoke, Clay sighing then standing up, mumbling a rushed ‘Fine.’ You and Jeff watch as Clay and Hannah walk up to each other. You see Hannah speak and a smile appears on her face, then the two start to dance, if you could call it dancing. You and Jeff high five each other, big grins on each other faces.
“I totally ship them.” You spoke. “Our meddling has totally worked.” Jeff replied and you nodded your head in agreement. The two of you intertwine your fingers, leaning into a passionate kiss. Jeff cups your face in his hands as you both pull away. “I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” Jeff said in admiration. “And I love you Jeff Atkins.” You stand up, stepping off the bleachers and reaching out your head. “Now c'mon Atkins, dance with me.” You smirk, Jeff stands up and takes your hand in his.
The two of you walk and start to dance but making sure the both of you could keep an eye on Hannah and Clay. “Look Atkins, we’re cupids now.“ You said motioning Jeff to the view of Hannah and Clay kissing. Jeff brings you into a hug and kisses your forehead. “You’re my sweetheart Y/LN. I love you.” Jeff speaks and you feel yourself blush. “What did I do to be blessed by Jeff Atkins?” You ask before the two of you continue to spend the rest of the night in the company of each other.
oh my i hope you like this because i didnt know how to end it also this isnt edited sorry if it sucks ://
Author’s Note: I’m sorry guys. I’ve got two series to continue but this man is killing me. I couldn’t stop myself from doing this so I hope you like it. Dishonour on you, Mr. Stan.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader.
Warnings: Bearded Sebastian, 18+ (If you are a minor, go away), NSFW, Oral Sex (I mean, OF COURSE), Language, Unprotected sex (Wrap it! Use a condom!), .
You groaned as Natasha pressed her knee on your chest, sending you to the mat. Your muscles ached and you knew there would be new bruises the following day.
Your friend looked at you from above, a smirked on her plump and perfect lips. You snored and accepted the hand she was offering you, standing up. On the other side of the room you heard the noise of objects being broken as Wanda used her powers.
You three were the only inhabitants in the Tower at that time along with Tony. He had refused to go with the rest of the time to a mission, argumenting he was too old for that. Nat had replied that maybe he should give the Iron Man suit to a younger man and he had looked daggers at her.
“If Capsicle is able to do it, I can”
“Yeah, the only difference is that even though he’s ninety-something, he looks and feels like a twenty-something young man” You had added, sipping your drink.
“Okay, you two won’t stay in my Tower anymore”
And there you were. That day Scott would bring Cassie as he had to go somewhere to a mission that you didn’t recall. It didn’t matter. The little girl loved the team.
“So…what do you say?” Natasha started as she took her bag. “Party on Saturday?”
“Yeah, why not? Let’s have a girls’ night now they’re gone”