We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.
But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.
Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.
I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.
So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.
“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”
“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”
“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.
Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.
Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.
“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”
“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”
“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.
“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”
“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”
“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills.
“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.
“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.
Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.
“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”
“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”
Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.
These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov.
‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life.
Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.
Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices.
Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.
And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.
He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.
He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.
He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man.
He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.
Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.
So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby
After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.
“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”
“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.
“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.
Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.
At what point is Cassian always “the perfect soldier” like I know he’ll do anything to get the job done but consider:
A dangerous criminal and daughter of an Imperial Officer who has proven to have no sense of loyalty “finds” (steals) a gun and he tells his robot friend to fuck everything and just let her keep it.
Befriends a robot.
I’m not sure what exactly makes him less of a qualified soldier for befriending a robot but I still feel like there’s something to that argument.
Has to bring Bodhi with him to shoot Galen for no other reason than he has no idea what the fuck Galen, his target, looks like.
His “soldier-stance” when talking to his superior officer has a little hip-cock to make that booty pop.
Uses “you’re in shock” as an excuse to get out of arguing with Jyn and then proceeds to treat her as you should never treat someone in shock, and even if she isn’t; how you should never treat someone whose dad died in their arms literally ten minutes ago.
At the first opportunity to just say “I recognize the council has made a decision, but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it” he runs off with Jyn to get the plans.
Cassian Andor is just Sadman MacGyver-ing his way through life with a roll of duct tape, some paper clips, and a prayer while K2 has to broadcast statistical probabilities of survival, because there is a reason K2 has to do that all the time. I feel like all of his missions before this are just him Ferris-Bueller-Running through the empire.
Yuuri is the king of sneak kisses. Victor will be reading, watching tv, or just minding his business and ‘oh hi stunning husband is kissing me.’ Sometimes it’s a quick little peck before Yuuri’s out running errands, or a “I’m bored and you’re cute” make out session.” Victor loves it.
They swap kisses all the time. A kiss before Yuuri is back on the ice, a “I missed you” peck when someone gets back home, the “You were gorgeous and I have to remind you how gorgeous you are” kiss over the couch.
Victor LOVES holding Yuuri. Usually his arm is around his shoulders or his waist while out and about. Yuuri usually just slides in closer using Victor’s pockets to warm his hands instead of his gloves.
Victor buys these and even though they make walking 100% harder and Yuuri’s hand sweats every time….Yuuri love them. (Yes they even have V and Y on each glove) [Image description: 2 normal grey gloves with a third glove being made for two people to hold hands in. Each normal glove has a letter on it, M+V respectively, while the couple glove has a heart.]
At home Victor will just lay on top of or beside Yuuri. Yuuri just shrugs, repositions him, and then sighs when Makkachin starts whining because “No wait Dad, it was MY TURN to cuddle New Dad.”
Even when sleeping alone they both have a perfect husband shaped hole next to them. Sleeping on the couch usually turns into cuddling on the couch the moment the other person comes home. When apart they usually cuddle a pillow.
Victor LOVES being little spoon because it’s Yuuri’s arms around him while he sleeps why WOULDN’T he want that? Sometimes though, Yuuri prefers being little spoon especially when his anxiety is bad. Also when Victor grows his hair out a little bit. Yuuri has woken up with silver hair in his mouth too many times to count…he suffers for true love.
They’re that couple who casually rubs each other’s backs, hook pinkies, bump shoulders/hands, or (Victor since he’s taller) rest their chin on the other person’s shoulder. Yuuri especially loves holding hands since in big groups it gives him something to concentrate on.
Victor posts those “my husband lead me around all day” things where it’s his normal day with Yuuri holding his hand leading him on. It all gets posted to his Snapchat+Instagram.
First, Yuuri guiding him towards the kitchen for breakfast, then Yuuri walking him to the rink, Yuuri leading him on the ice, Yuuri leading him to a food stand for lunch, more Yuuri leading him on ice, Yuuri leading him home, and the last image is Yuuri grinning at him with his hand out in sleep pants looking sleepy but so so SO happy.
Yuuri still never posts outside of a “Here’s Victor doing something really cool” or a rare selfie, but Victor’s insta…..every other post is Yuuri or Makkachin.
His most popular post (that is also his phone backrgound, Yuuri’s contact photo, and one day a full size poster if he had his way.) is a photo of Yuuri asleep on the couch curled around Makkachin his face buried in the dog’s fur. Victor’s flight got held up, and Victor told Yuuri to head home because the weather was getting bad, and he needed to sleep. It also has a video (for him) of him cupping Yuuri’s cheek, Yuuri nuzzling it, and half waking up before murmuring “…Vitya?”
This so warms my heart! Eric is truly a perfect husband material! the guy who’s attentive to such small details that make women’s hearts flutter, even men. He’s really so thoughtful and caring gentleman! How he, with such simple stuff, beautifully & romantically sets the dining table and how he was so caring & gentleman with the neighborhood halmoni. And how he gives credits to Seojin for baking the bread. Soo sweet! ♥♥
Guys I wrote smut! finally. This was an idea that just popped into my head thanks to @mizpahes this is a single one shot, I might make it a series for decade!harry though so let me know what you think!
summary: the one where Harry takes his sweetheart out to a drive in movie
The 1950’s, a decade made for teen rebellion. Of course, no one over the age of 30 would know that though. The movement was as silent and effective as a speakeasy of the 1920’s, it was popular only to those involved. Teenagers went out every weekend on innocent dates, they’d get dropped off at home with a polite kiss on the cheek only to come back a few hours later to sneak into their lovers room, or out, for that matter. America was thriving after the war and so was the Styles family.
Harry had moved to the states with his family after his father got a job offer to work for Cadillac. He was the best car dealer in Manchester and they needed someone like him working for their brand. So, the Styles’ were given their very own Cadillac dealership in the suburbs of New York and became an instant hit. Wealth hit them faster than they could even say the word ‘sold’, and Harry found himself gaining popularity at his High School just as quickly.
(This started as a response to this post of @rcmclachlan‘s but immediately took on a life of its own and got so long that I think it would be rude/derailing as a response, so here it is as its own post, sorry about whatever this is.)
I’ve just decided that Yuuri Katsuki is the Hugh Dancy of photoshoots, in that every photographer meets him, goes slightly cross-eyed, panics, and starts throwing questionable props at him and putting him in ridiculous situations.
Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy drinking a mojito on a ladder in a pool for no reason.
Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy Not Knowing How Chairs Work
Yuuri Katsuki as Hugh Dancy In Eyeliner And A Collar
Yuuri thinks this is just how photoshoots work, don’t they? It’s how his have always worked, anyway, he sort of assumes his photos always seem so weird because it’s just some flaw in him, that he’s so unattractive photographers have to distract from his terrible face and katsudon body with weird settings and poses and props.
At some point Phichit tries to sit him down for a conversation about how he has to stop doing That Look at his photographers because it incapacitates them and that’s what leads to things like that photoshoot where he’s balancing a pumpkin on his head while a chicken stares at him. And Yuuri is just all; what look, I am trying not to make eye contact at all, it’s the only way I can survive having so many people looking at me, why are there so many makeup people. And Phichit has to explain that it comes off as gazing coyly up through your eyelashes, Yuuri, you were practically batting them at the poor man and Yuuri just wails I COULDN’T SEE HIM, YOU TOOK MY GLASSES AWAY, I WAS SQUINTING.
Phichit just: that poor man, he thinks you’re practically engaged, please wear your contacts and stop accidentally making people fall in love with you, I am running out of space on my wall for photos of you not knowing how different kinds of furniture work.
What I’m saying is that when Yuuri eventually stammers out to Phichit that he’s thinking of having some, you know, *lowered voices*, boudoir photos taken for Viktor’s birthday, Phichit’s response is twofold.
First: get him, Tiger. Second: hire a lesbian who will not give two fucks about your Eros but actually understands photography. It’s the only way they will turn out actually-sexy and not you naked-but-strategically-draped-in-goldfish, standing en pointe in a Home Depot, for some reason, waving a box of crackers.
Phichit assumes his advice was followed when Viktor’s one and only social media post on his birthday is I AM DEAD. I AM DEAD AND MY PERFECT AND PRECIOUS HUSBAND HAS KILLED ME, RIP ME, MY SOUL HAS LEFT MY BODY, I AM ASCENDING TO A HIGHER PLANE NOW.
Then again, who knows. That’s also the sort of thing Viktor posts on any random Tuesday if he caught a glimpse of Yuuri’s ankle during dinner or something.
Phichit sends Yuuri a thumbs-up emoji anyway, because he’s an idiot and needs all the encouragement he can get.
an entry from Ta_2’s column “deep blue” in the Fixed Engine pamphlet (thank you @argeno for the scans!)
I think I’ve said in the live streaming of Member’s channel or somewhere else that “I bought cooking utensils, and my next goal is to chop some vegetables with the kitchen knife.” Many days have passed since then, and recently –
I’ve been cooking.
I can’t make anything fancy, but I’m starting with simple things like stir frying vegetables/meat and making aemono (和え物, a salad-like dish dressed with miso or other sauces). I’d use knives and other utensils such as the peeler. Since I remember cutting my thumb so badly that it broke once, I always pay close attention to my hands when using knives and other cutting tools. Concentration is the key.
While it is a new experience to find out that I can make the food I like easily as I have fun in the process of cooking itself, one thing that I never knew before is that I like cleaning up dishes. It’s pretty obvious, but you’ll get dirty dishes after cooking. I think somehow I just enjoy washing the dishes and putting them away.
It feels good to watch the countertop getting cleaned up as the dishes I have to wash pile up in the sink.
By the way, my recent favorite is a simple dish that I can make by stir frying lamb with bell pepper, eggplant, lettuce, and tare sauce. This dish also allows me to intake vegetable and meat at the same time.
In this sense, dwelling in the fresh produce section that I’ve always ignored becomes something fun. Although I don’t fancy to make elaborate dishes like those from the restaurants, I do wish to get to the level where I can make whatever I suddenly want to eat by myself. I’ll try my best.
With that said, I’ll be able to laugh at the people who don’t cook in the future.
There is a big difference between 0 and 1, you know.
Note: the pamphlet is from last year, which means Tatsu should’ve been learning how to cook for months already, haha xD
-So it all starts when Oikawa casually brings up Iwaizumi’s glorious arms and biceps and fawns over them and passes pictures of them around during one of their Setter Squad meet ups.
-Then Suga retaliates by pointing out how thick and gorgeous Daichi’s thighs are. And “Who can resist that face? He’s an amazing leader and would be a great dad.”
-“Ohoho this is war!!”
-So they all start arguing over whos boyfriends are the best as husband material.
-Akaashi and Kenma argue that “Okay but Bokuto-san’s muscles and-” “Kuro’s abs-” “Plus Kuroo-san thighs are also really hot and-” “Bokuto’s ass…” “They’re both really kind and caring and funny (and idiotic) as well…” “Perfect Husband material…”
-Shirabu gets all salty and literally brings out a magazine pointing out how Ushijima has an amazing body and how his face is hot enough to be a model and “Wow look at him shirtless…” and “He’s 3rd best and beat Bokuto-san.” (Akaashi and Kenma let that one slide cuz okay that one is true.) “He’s really innocent that’s cute.”
-“Why do you keep magazines with Ushibaka in them…”-Oikawa
-Semi just kinda… “Tendou is… hot in his own way… and is… sweet?” *nervously sweats*
-“Iwa-chan is great with kids and knows how to cheer people up and helps anyone who needs it.”
-Kageyama who has been quiet all this time just calmly pulls out a picture of a smiling Hinata with a volleyball and the cuteness radiating from it is enough to get everybody blushing.
-“Hinata doesn’t have what you call the hottest body and to be honest I’m the seme but he is the cutest and everyone loves him. He can make you smile no matter what. Perfect waifu. I win.” He says with a smug face.
-“$5 from all of you please senpais. Thanks.”
-Oikawa flips the table.
-They get kicked out.