Follow Victor Nikiforov’s epic journey in finding his one true love, starting from a drunken request to love on ice. For the first time, he shares his life changing moments with the world, his heart revealed. A history maker.
Victor and Yuri are preparing for the Grand Prix series. As Victor teaches and advices Yuri day by day, he notices, that no matter what, the state Yuri is in right now, he will not be able to win. Yuris performance is perfect yet it is still lacking something…this something…will Victor be able to discover it and how will it influence Yuris performance? Will everything turn out well, or will Victor and Yuri have to face a situation, neither of them did expect to happen. Will it put them both for a choice, whether to go on and risk everything, or to be satisfied with how things are and try their best to make sure things won’t become worse…
It’s all been happening so fast. Yuuri breezed through the Four Continents and the World Championships, staking his claim on gold for both events. It’s the night of the exhibition gala and he and Viktor have quite the surprise planned for the audience.
OKAY BUT BTS DOING COUPLE OBSTACLE COURSE (ft Chen because that’s the only person I actually ship with Hoseok oops)
The course is in four stages. The first one is a kind of fast slide down into a shallow pool where they have to swim a bit right after and use their body strength to use a rope to climb a small wall without slipping. The second stage is five swings like bars that move back and forth over water, the couples have to cross them all without falling into the water. The third stage is a bar that hovers over more water, one of the partners has to hold onto it tightly while the other spins the pole across the water and if they let the pole go they fail. Finally, the last stage is a gap between the platform they stand on and the finish line, the couple is allowed to cross it however they want but they HAVE to get across without falling in the gap of water.
Seokjin and Namjoon are first. They share a cute quick kiss and high five each other before hitting the buzzer starting their timer. It should be easy, the first stage, and it kind of is at first. Namjoon slides down first and everyone coos when he holds his arms open to catch Seokjin as he slides down next. Seokjin even giggles and together they hold hands as they get to the rope part of the stage.
Sadly, this is where they get eliminated. Seokjin is able to get up to the top of the wall but when it’s Namjoon’s turn he has trouble climbing it. Seokjin holds out his hand and laces their fingers together as he tries to pull Namjoon up but it only results in Namjoon pulling Seokjin onto him when they fall.
Hoseok and Jongdae are next. The beagle couple is, of course, loud and yelling and hyped as fuck, really no one expects anything different from them. Hoseok motions for Jongdae to go first as soon as their buzzer begins and it pulls out a really loud “AH WHYYYYYY!” from Jongdae that makes everyone burst into laughter. Even more hilarious is that they both go down the slide together after pushing each other down in a playful fight.
They get to the wall pretty fast and Hoseok makes sure Jongdae is half way up before pushing his boyfriend higher with his hands on Jongdae’s ass. Everyone loses their shit laughing when Jongdae screams.
“YOU TOLD ME TO GO FIRST JUST TO GROPE ME YOU BASTARD!”
Hoseok thankfully makes it up the wall and they continue onto the swings. Rather than try to cross them together they decide to go one at a time. Hoseok makes it to the third swing before he hears a loud whine. When he turns around to look, Jongdae is on the second swing just standing there with a pout on his face.
“Babe it’s not moving!!!!”
They get eliminated when Hoseok has to try to swing back to help Jongdae and he falls. Though, it’s okay because Jongdae kisses roughly and hugs him tight as thanks for trying to save him.
Jimin and Jungkook are up and everyone gulps. With Jungkook being the golden maknae and Jimin being super flexible everyone kind of expects them to win the course really. Though, no one is really sure what to expect when Jimin jumps up into Jungkook’s arms and clings onto the front of his boyfriend’s shirt like a koala.
Their buzzer starts and Namjoon’s eyes widen.
“THEY’RE GOING DOWN LIKE THAT?”
Jimin has that cute mochi eye smile on his face as he hides his head against Jungkook’s neck and the younger easily slides down while he protectively holds onto Jimin’s body. Even more amazing is when they get to the wall and Jimin changes his place to cling onto Jungkook’s back before the maknae grabs ahold of the rope.
“No way he’ll be able to climb it! They’re both wet and Jimin is heavier than normal!”
There’s a collective gasp when Jungkook pulls himself up and over the wall while Jimin’s hold never weakens. The swings stage comes up pretty fast as the couple speeds through the course. It’s not really a shock when they jump from bar to bar in time with each other. Jimin almost slips one time when one of the bars moves away too far while he has one foot on it and the other foot on the bar behind him but he easily does a split and pulls it back so he can cross.
Busan couple gets eliminated though when they decide to have Jungkook hold the pole while Jimin turns it rather than the other way around. Jimin does a good job of spinning it half way as Jungkook holds onto it tightly but sadly they get to the part of the course where the pole has to be spun up a small ramp and it slips from Jimin’s hold making Jungkook fall into the water.
Jimin looks so sad to have failed so close to the end Jungkook quickly climbs out of the small pool and lifts his precious mochi up into his arms before kissing him passionately and then covering Jimin’s face in smaller pecks until Jimin is giggling happily.
“You did so good baby! I’m proud of you!”
When it finally gets to Yoongi and Taehyung, everyone is watching with curious eyes. The couple doesn’t really seem like the type to do well in this type of thing but then again everyone knows that they have this connection that makes them work well together and both are extremely competitive. Half of the crowd is split between thinking they’ll do really well while the other thinks they’ll get eliminated the first stage.
Everyone legit fucking grins when they see Taehyung and Yoongi have matching headbands on. Their buzzer starts and they slide down together, side by side, holding hands. It’s fucking cute as fuck but the wall is next and the crowd holds their breath as they see how the two boys plan on making it over. Taehyung climbs up first and Jungkook gasps as he sees Taehyung let one leg dangle lower as he climbs. Yoongi grabs a hold of it as Taehyung uses the rope to pull them up and once he’s secure he helps Yoongi follow.
“That was smart. Taehyung has little upper arm strength but his legs are strong.” Hoseok point’s out and Jongdae nods, agreeing with his boyfriend.
The swings come next and it seems like they already have a plan to cross them together. Yoongi goes first this time. The elder swings up and holds one bar back with one leg at all times so Taehyung can use it to cross. For a moment Yoongi almost slips on the last bar but thankfully Taehyung is able to grab his hand and catch him before he can fall in. Yoongi repays him with a small smile and a quick kiss.
“They’ll never be able to cross the bar, it’s heavy,” Jimin says.
Yoongi hugs the bar tightly as he begins to spin with Taehyung turning it across the pool and everyone is wide-eyed when they notice Taehyung’s back is facing the bar, pushing it, rather than using his arms. It really is a struggle but they manage to get across, surprising everyone.
“Together?” Taehyung holds his hand out to Yoongi with a grin and the elder smiles back with a nod as they get to the last platform.
The jump is a big one but Yoongi trust Taehyung to help him and Taehyung trust Yoongi just as much.
“I love you, Doll.”
“I love you, too.”
They both run straight for the gap, jump and someone in the crowd yells.
They land on the platform and hit the buzzer again ending their time and Taehyung laughs so fucking hard as he pulls Yoongi on top of him to kiss him happily. Yoongi is just speechless that they won he can’t help but chuckle as he kisses his boyfriend back.
How about Suga, Oikawa and Akaashi deciding to take pole dance classes?
Oh god. This just reeks of disaster.
“You guys will be disappointed to know that my crossdressing plan failed,” Akaashi said, stretching his arms behind his back.
“Ehhh?” Sugawara bent over and touched his toes. “But you looked so hot! How did Bokuto not want to fuck you?”
“A crime,” Oikawa clicked his tongue, twisting his torso.
“Well, he was already pretty drunk when I appeared at his apartment,” Akaashi explained. “So he thought I was a secret evil twin there to steal him away from me and kept pushing me away and screaming, no! I’m in love with your brother! I’ll never let you come between us!”
“Okay, that’s kind of cute though,” Sugawara admitted, straightening and leaning back.
“Well,” Oikawa patted Akaashi’s shoulder. “That’s why we are here.”
The three turned towards the sound. The room of women in exercise wear stared at them, including the instructor, who crossed her arms over her chest and glared at them.
“Are you done with your discussion?” she asked. “Can we get to the lesson now?”
“Sorry,” Sugawara waved a hand. “Continue.”
Oikawa looked around and spotted Kenma sitting against the wall, playing his 3DS.
“Alright, everybody go ahead and take your places next to your poles,” the instructor clapped her hands and stood beside the silver pole at the front of the room.
Oikawa stomped over to Kenma and grabbed his ankle. He dragged him across the floor to the others as Sugawara grabbed his pole and swung around it, humming a slow tune.
“We’re not getting on the poles yet,” the instructor scolded.
“Sorry,” Sugawara released it and clasped his hands in front of him.
“Now,” she rubbed her palms together. “First let’s talk safety…”
She started her spiel and Oikawa wrestled the 3DS from Kenma’s hands. Once he had it, he stomped to the wall and stowed it away in their things and then returned. Akaashi listened intently to the instructor, scribbling notes down in a small notebook, while Sugawara resisted the urge to grab the pole again.
“I had a pole set up in my room last week,” Oikawa whispered, one arm around Kenma’s shoulders as he shifted closer to the other two, ignoring the directions to stand beside his pole.
“No way!” Sugawara moved closer. “How is it?”
“Iwa-chan got really drunk and was playing with it the other night,” Oikawa smirked. “Can you guess how that turned out?”
“If it’s Iwaizumi-san,” Akaashi said, cocking his head to the side. “I’m guessing he’s already a natural at it.”
“Bingo. Talk about hot.”
“Can I leave?” Kenma asked dully.
“No!” all three snapped.
“AHEM,” the instructor drew their attention.
They murmured apologies and she went back to her explanation of safely climbing the pole.
“Iwa-chan’s upper body strength is godly,” Oikawa went on after a few seconds. “He watched two YouTube videos and instantly started doing all these tricks. Mmmmmm… But I won’t lose to him.”
“Bokuto-san has good upper body strength,” Akaashi said. “Did I tell you I had another dream the other day where-”
“Oh god, please spare us,” Kenma groaned.
“Yeah, now isn’t the time, Akaashi,” Sugawara said. “Later.”
“Yeah, later,” Oikawa agreed.
Kenma groaned again.
“I’m going to ask Daichi to install a pole in the bar,” Sugawara said. “Then we can have stripper nights.”
“Because the bar isn’t gay enough the way it is,” Kenma muttered.
“Alright, does anyone have any questions?” the instructor interrupted their discussion.
“Fuck, I didn’t hear a word of that,” Sugawara mumbled. “Akaashi, raise your hand and ask her to repeat the entire thing.”
Akaashi started to lift his hand but Oikawa pushed it back down.
“We’ll wing it,” he hissed.
“I want to go home,” Kenma whined.
“Shut up and join our adorable, endearing shenanigans,” Sugawara scolded.
“Okay, so let’s take our positions and start with the most basic move!” the instructor called out. “We’re going to do the Fireman!”
“I would love to do a fireman, actually,” Oikawa said with a smirk.
“Ayyyy,” Sugawara finger gunned at him.
“Bokuto-san would look so hot in a fireman’s uniform,” Akaashi’s eyes glazed over.
“I had a dream that Daichi was a stripper dressed as a fireman and I made him save my cat from a tree,” Sugawara said. “Ohhh I wonder if Daichi would be good on the pole…”
The instructor started explaining the basic form, lifting up on her toes and gripping her pole with her dominant hand. She delved into a deeper description of weight distribution and something called a “baseball grip” but the group in the back wasn’t paying any attention.
Kenma tried to slink back to where Oikawa had stashed his 3DS, but Sugawara caught him this time, dragging him back to his pole.
“C’mon, Kenma,” he said. “Don’t you want to see Kuroo weep the biggest, gayest tears in the world?”
Kenma stared at him silently for a moment. He turned to the pole and hummed, “That does sound entertaining…”
“That’s the spirit!”
“Alright!” the instructor clapped. “Let’s all try to give a little twirl, shall we?”
“Finally!” Sugawara jumped up to his pole.
“Three, two, one, go!” Oikawa grabbed his pole and swung around it sloppily.
Akaashi timidly imitated the instructor’s movements and Kenma reluctantly did the same.
Sugawara whooped and twirled around the pole with vigor, kicking his leg out last minute and connecting with Oikawa’s ass.
“Ow! You fuckin’ Jackass. You did that on purpose!”
“No, they just put the poles too close together,” Sugawara wrapped his legs around the pole and clung to it like a koala high off of the floor, smirking at him smugly.
Oikawa imitated his position and glared at him.
“Race to the top?” Sugawara suggested, cocking an eyebrow.
“You’re on, Shitbag.”
“Ready, set, go,” Akaashi said and the two started clambering clumsily up their poles.
“Gentlemen! Gentlemen!” the instructor clapped her hands. “What are you doing?”
Oikawa and Sugawara paused and then scooted around to the back of their poles to face the front of the room.
“Upper body training?” Sugawara offered.
“So sorry,” Oikawa slid down to the floor again.
“Please don’t cause any more trouble for me,” the instructor crossed her arms over her chest. “If you do, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”
Sugawara dropped to his feet and they mumbled out a soft, “Yes Ma’am.”
“Alright,” the instructor lowered her arms. “So does everyone have a feel for how to start up your spin?”
The class called out their agreement and Sugawara turned to the others.
“I don’t,” he admitted in a low voice.
“Me either,” Oikawa confirmed.
“It’s because you were too busy fighting,” Kenma muttered. “Stop fuckin’ around. It’s embarrassing.”
“More embarrassing than taking a pole dancing class with a bunch of women?” Sugawara smirked.
“Okay, let’s try to do the Fireman then!” the instructor took her pole in one hand. “Now that you know how to gain momentum and swing around the pole, let’s add in the other motions!”
She demonstrated the move and everyone watched.
“I can do that,” Oikawa decided. “Easy.”
“Prove it,” Sugawara narrowed his eyes.
“Okay,” Oikawa gripped his pole and took three steps around it, “One, two, three, fireman!” he sloppily copied the motion, legs flailing momentarily before drawing in to the proper form.
“You look like a spider,” Sugawara pressed a hand to his lips, sputtering.
“Shut up! You try it!”
“One, two, three,” Akaashi twirled around the pole, bringing his legs in in a more graceful manner than Oikawa.
“See! Akaashi’s better than you!”
Kenma let out a loud sigh, “I’m tired. Can I go home?”
Sugawara looked out across the room as the other students did their best to imitate the instructor’s movements as she walked among them, offering advice.
“This is lame,” he said, turning back to the others. “We don’t need this basic training stuff. Let’s skip to the advanced moves.”
“This is going to end well,” Kenma said dully.
“It will!” Sugawara grabbed the pole and then whipped around it.
“Wait for me!” Oikawa did the same, legs kicking out, nearly connecting with Sugawara’s as he came spinning around the pole.
“Watch it, Fucker!” Sugawara kicked his ankle.
“Ow! You nutsack!”
Akaashi repeated the Fireman, counting softly under his breath.
Sugawara climbed higher up on the pole and whipped his legs up, arm muscles bulging at the effort.
“Watch, Oikawa, I’m gonna do an upside down move.”
“You’re going to break your neck,” Oikawa chuckled maniacally. “Do it.”
Sugawara locked his ankles around the pole, stretching his body out along the length shakily, spreading his arms out.
“Ha… ha… see? I did it!”
“Lame. You’re not even moving. That’s not impressive.”
“Watch this,” Oikawa ran around his pole three times, gaining momentum before grabbing on and swinging out wildly.
“That’s the most ungraceful thing I’ve seen in my life!” Sugawara cackled. “My dick is so soft looking at you right now.”
“Suck my ass, Suga-chan!”
Sugawara gripped the pole behind his back and released his ankle hold and flipped over. His legs came down at the same time Oikawa was spinning in his direction and he kicked him mercilessly in the face. Oikawa’s grip on the pole failed and he crashed to the floor. Sugawara’s head, as he flipped downwards, connected with the pole and he released it, collapsing in a heap next to Oikawa.
They groaned and clutched at their skulls, writhing on the floor.
“You fucking Bastard,” Oikawa clawed his way over to Sugawara and instantly sat on his chest, slapping him back and forth across the face as Sugawara laughed loudly.
Akaashi continued to practice the fireman and Kenma let out a deep sigh and slumped over to their belongings, grabbing his 3DS and powering it up as he sat against the wall.
The instructor walked up to the others and glared down at them, arms crossed over her chest.
Oikawa paused in slapping Sugawara and they looked up at her.
“Ah… it was an a-accident,” Sugawara said, cheeks flushed from Oikawa’s strikes.
OK so I thought this would be uhhh…. Some sort of AU? Where everyone lives in the same city and they’re all friends idk you come up with the scenario fskdjfkls
Message Read: 00:02
Sent (17:52): vitya! wanna go clubbing tonight? Received (18:06): where? Sent (18:07): [attachment] Received (18:17): oooh burlesque? i don’t know… Sent (18:19): come ooooooon it’s going to be fun!! lot’s of cute boys ;) and poles. and nipple tassels. and strip-shows… Received (18:21): sounds kinky. i’m in Sent (18:22): it starts at 10:30pm but i have some stuff to do before that. see you there kinky boy? Received (18:52): yeah! just hmu when you arrive, i’ll be heading there after work!
The place was crowded, the frenetic beat of the music thrumming through his body as Chris arrived at the party. The red ambient lights set the mood for the night, poles placed throughout the dance-floor inviting those more daring to climb up on them and put on a show.
Chris was excited, wasting no time to lose himself in the crowd of sweaty bodies that moved to the rhythm of the music. The air was hot and thick, lights flashing in a multitude of colors on the crowd, and it took him a couple of minutes to remember he was supposed to meet with Victor here tonight. Fishing his phone out of his pocket, Chris typed a quick message.
Sent: bitch are you ready to party? [dancing man emoji] [drink emoji] (23:58) Sent: come find me at the bar for shots ;) (23:58)
He puts his phone back in his pocket, heading to the bar where he shouts his order over the counter to a nice-looking barman who’s bobbing his music to the rhythm of the song. Victor should be there somewhere, and knowing him Chris was sure he’d find him in a matter of minutes as soon as he read the word “shots”. So Chris waited, leaning on the counter as he sipped his glass of iced water - gotta keep hydrated for the drinks, he told himself - and watched the crowd dance. Some people were shameless, bravely attempting easy maneuvers on the poles, sometimes failing miserably and falling on their asses laughing. He just couldn’t wait to join them and give everyone a show.
Finding Victor’s delay odd, Chris checked the message a couple of minutes later, worried about his friend’s silence. Victor always took ages to reply, but it was unusual for him not to come meet Chris since they’d agreed to hang out together.
The message had been read, under Victor’s name it was displayed last seen at 00:02. It was 00:10 and there was no sign of him.
Had Victor changed his mind?
Sent (00:11): where is my party boy?
He wouldn’t press any further, but Chris couldn’t deny feeling a bit worried about Victor. Ordering a shot, he decided to start the party without his friend, joining the sea of sweaty, moving bodies and letting the music flow through him.
About half an hour later, Chris thought it would be best to call him. It made no sense for Victor to be at the party and not reply him. He tried surveying the corners for his silver hear - maybe he’d found a loverboy for himself, Chris reasoned - but it was nowhere to be found. Maybe he hadn’t come to the party, and if so Chris would feel more relaxed in knowing his friend was fine.
He climbed upstairs to the balcony to make the call, trying to keep as far away from the blasting music as possible. When he was about to give up, Victor picked up.
“Chris,” he answered, and was Victor panting? “Hey. Sorry. Not a good time. Call me later?”
“Jesus, Vitya, what happened? Did you make it to the party?”
Chris couldn’t be sure but he heard loud noises from Victor’s call. He seemed to be at the party, at least, but the reception was weird and his voice had an echo to it.
“Y-yeah, I…” An awkward silence followed, then a long, distant sigh. “I’m… I’m fine. K-kinda busy.”
“Are you drunk? Do you need help?” Chris offered, and then what followed was an unmistakable moan, muffled, and that was definitely not a part of the music that was playing because it sounded an awful lot like Victor’s voice.
“Oh, I see, you naughty boy,” Chris purred, and if it wasn’t for the loud chattering around him he could almost pick up on some other noises from Victor’s end of the call. “Get that dick! Is he cute? You wearing protection?”
Yeah, he’s definitely getting it. He could hear the distant, familiar sound of a slap followed by Victor’s gasp.
“Mm. Bye, Chris. Later.”
Chris hung up, unable to contain his giggles any longer. He almost folded himself in half laughing at the thought that he’d just called Victor in the middle of some casual, crumpled bathroom sex at a party. The night had barely started and his friend was getting it. Amazing.
Feeling a lot more relieved after knowing his friend was perfectly ok, Chris lost himself in the party, quickly forgetting about the awkward phone call from earlier. He didn’t even expect to see Victor at the party anymore, figuring that he’d most likely take his date home for some more comfortable love making or something. What he didn’t expect was to find a very disheveled-looking Victor in the crowd, hands glued to the agile hips of a stunning, sex-on-legs beauty that smiled over the shoulder at him. His body was covered in glitter, tight black shorts, fishnets, crop top and hair as disheveled as Victor’s and paying more attention - yeah, that was definitely the guy Victor was with, neck marked here and there with what could only be the shape of Victor’s lips.
Oh, he got lucky.
It was Victor who saw Chris - well, to be fair, Chris was very evident on that pole - and he crossed the sea of moving bodies with his hands firm on the brunet guy’s hips, who swayed them in perfect syntony with the music.
“Chris,” Victor yelled, smiling from ear to year as his friend climbed down the pole. “We are getting married.”
The other guy smiled at him, looking a bit embarrassed but definitely comfortable enough to press his body against Victor’s. “Nice to meet you, Chris. I’m Yuuri,” he said, offering his hand for a handshake. “Sorry for stealing Victor from you earlier.”
Chris smiled, taking his hand with a soft grip. “My pleasure. I’m glad to know you were having a good time,” he winked at them.
“Oh, it’s just getting started, babe,” Yuuri laughed, tilting his head back to flash a sultry look at Victor. “I haven’t even climbed on the poles yet.”
Victor fluttered his eyes shut, lips forming some word Chris couldn’t really understand, but then he smiled. Yuuri climbed up the small round stage to stand next to Chris, raising an eyebrow at him as he held the pole with a sure grip. “You mind?”
With an elegant flourish, Chris pointed at the pole. “All yours.”
“Victor,” Yuuri purred, shooting a lewd look at Victor that made him feel like he was intruding on something. “Keep your eyes on me, OK?”
Welp i hate my phone now…… try so hard and end up super fail……i dun know y but the pic turn to the right and i cant fixxx …..also never try new painting style in important pic anymore TwT…….but welp thiz my epic pic for my chempoi
-Im sure mine is saying: Hey guys i bring orange hony ice tea… can i join u guys in fnaf oc world ???
- speacial thanks to @tommokin who support me alot and bambi-kyuun for welcome me nicely :3 also thanks Risa for give me inspiration ( dun know that the word lol)
- Great Artist Ds: @bambi-kyuun @roslue-chie