Hi! If your prompts are still open could I ask for 10. “Please don’t make me socialize.” with Victor and Yuuri? Thanks so much! I LOVE your writing SO FREAKING MUCH<3
omg hi!! thank you!!! i’m glad you like my stuff 💕
post-series olypics stuff bc im sooooo excited for the olypics yall
10. “Please don’t make me socialize.”
“Yuuri, come on, one interview––”
“Please don’t make me socialize, Vitya,” Yuuri whines, burying his face in Viktor’s neck. “I’m so embarrassing! Why am I allowed out of the house?”
“If you never left the house, I’d never be able to brag about my Olympic gold medal husband!” Viktor punctuates this statement by pressing a firm kiss to the top of Yuuri’s head. “Solnyshko, just one. That interviewer you like, Morooka? He’s out there. Just one statement.”
“I’ve already given my statement.” Yuuri clings to Viktor tightly. “It was a disaster.”
“It wasn’t that bad,” Viktor says, but Yuuri can tell he’s laughing at him. He can hear it in Viktor’s voice.
As if on cue, the little TV in the skater’s lounge starts playing Yuuri’s post-skate interview.
“Mr. Katsuki, how are you feeling after that amazing performance? Is there anyone you’d like to dedicate your performance to?”
Yuuri cringes. He knows what happened next.
“I’d like to thank my wonderful husband, Makkachin,” TV Yuuri says, his eyes still crazed from the adrenaline rush. “And our lovely dog, Viktor.”
There’s a beat of silence while both Yuuri and the interviewer process what he’d just said.
“I mean––! I didn’t marry my dog! Viktor isn’t–– Viktor is my husband. I am married to Viktor? Nikiforov? Or well, Nikiforov-Katsuki, now but–– Makkachin is our dog! Viktor and I got married last year––”
Yuuri rips himself away from Viktor and darts over to the TV, fumbling for the off button. He can’t believe no one stopped him from giving a full complete history of his and Viktor’s relationship.
Yuuri groans. “I’m the worst.”
“You’re not the worst,” Viktor corrects him gently. He takes Yuuri’s hand, running his thumb along his wedding band soothingly. “Now, come on. Let’s go answer a few questions and then we can go home. Makka is waiting!”
Yuri chooses that moment to walk into the skater’s lounge. “Oh, Makkachin? Yuuri’s husband?”
Yuuri’s screech of despair is heard all the way outside of the stadium.