there are children in the rink

stuff I appreciate on “Yuri on Ice”
  • Yuri is a character that struggles with his weight, and he is a professional athlete. This isn’t a one time comment or information from an interview, it is an actual character trait and something as simple as showing what Yuri eats maintains this consistently.
  • Yuri had a bit of a crush on Yuko when they were children, but the fact they never got together doesn’t mean they are no longer friends; they care for each other, for each other’s families, root for each other and are always happy when the other is happy
  • on top of that Yuko is married to Takeshi, and Takeshi is a good friend of Yuri’s as well. The Nishigori marriage are easily Yuri’s closest friends in Japan and their daughters are fans of him too.
  • Yuri doesn’t get on Yurio’s level whenever Yurio is mean to him, the only time Yuri competes against Yurio is on the rink when they are skating cause they are both professional skaters. Yuri, an adult, does not fight a teenager but doesn’t let him win either.
  • Yuri’s friends support Yurio as well. Even if Yurio is still pissed at Viktor, Yurio does communicate with Yuko and her family and doesn’t treat them badly for being Yuri’s friends.
  • this may seem like a small thing but, the main pairing in this show is made out of two adults. Yes it may not seem like much but if this was any type of Yaoi, a literal child would wind up portrayed as the one having a romance with his coach.
  • Yuri’s problems are stated as being psychological. Mental and emotional issues affect your life and it is ok to portray that.
  • Yuri’s previous coach still talks to him and is proud of him, same as his ballet teacher. Just because you changed careers or are trying something new, that doesn’t mean that all the people you knew before are gone from your life.
  • Yurio is not used to loosing, but upon loosing to someone else that he looked down on he changed strategies and stepped up his game.
  • Yuri is not afraid to be selfish anymore. People praise selflessness, but that shouldn’t come in the way of not moving forward. Yes you can want someone else’s affection, you deserve to win at what you are working on, you deserve to feel important and to not let others tell you otherwise.
  • you can be an adult and still decide to do something new with your life
  • Yuri’s parents don’t know anything about his career besides “he got a good rank we guess”. I actually relate to this a lot cause no one in my family has the same career as me, not even distant cousins, so there’s only so much of what I do that they can actually understand.
  • that said, just because they don’t get it, this doesn’t mean they don’t support it. Sometimes all your parents know to do with what you like is tell you “sure go ahead” and that’s a form of encouragement. They found a dance teacher for Yuri and let him ice skate (which is probably not cheap) and they always watch his competitions.
  • this is an international competition. And we have people from at least 3 continents representing that. A character from Thailand? can’t remember seeing that elsewhere, a dude from Switzerland? Azerbaijan too? the Chinese boy is not a kung fu stereotype? and the American one is Latino?!?!? yes please
  • Yuri is one of those people who downplay themselves so much, that they can’t imagine other people thinking that they are amazing. But yes, you are amazing, someone thinks so, and it is ok to not fully believe that yourself at first, but don’t discourage others from looking up to you as they have their reasons for doing so.

request: May i suggest going skating in a public ice rink for their first date, like surrounded by children and all, astonishing everyone by how talented and in love they are?

*Takes 50 years to do one piece*

(ok, its not exactly the same as what was requested but i had a lot of problems at first and ended having to change everything and even start over completely)but at least i got it finished,…right?ԅ[ •́ ﹏ •̀ ]و

Bangtan. On ice.
  • Hoseok: the one clinging to the wall of the ice rink screaming for dear life
  • Jungkook: golden perfection maknae figures out how to skate backwards in one day and could probably still dance to dope on ice
  • Jimin: is actually a legit figure skater and does all these spins in the middle zone looking like Yuzuru Hanyu
  • Taehyung: that one super fast kid that zooms in between everyone but then he'd probably find a toddler and teach it how to skate (and ends up with a train of kids holding onto him)
  • Namjoon: falls down the slope walking down to the ice rink and has to sit out for the day
  • Jin: watches the children from the comfort of the food stand with Namjoon
  • Yoongi: "Let me show you the secret to not falling" *lies down on the ice*
So My Mom Explained to Me Why Victor Didn’t Say Anything to Yuuri About His Performance.

So hear me out guys.

I broke down and told my mom about how Victor didn’t say a word about his performance to Yuuri even when he broke down on the rink, and my mom explained a theory as to why he might have done this, with this amazing example.

When parents don’t agree with something that their children do, instead of making a fuss about it, they simply “keep calm and quiet” and let the children figure out all that that they’ve done wrong.

Remember how in episode 7, Victor decided to “shatter the glass heart of a skater” by saying he’ll resign? And what was the outcome of that? Yuuri gave an amazing performance. Maybe that’s what Victor was aiming for. Maybe in the next episode, we will see a similar confrontation between the two and Yuuri will outperform himself again.

look at this.

This clearly shows that Victor isn’t dissatisfied with what Yuuri did. This might mean that Victor might be aiming for the shattering of the glass heart again, in the hopes of a great performance again.

Whatever happens, in the end, will be for the betterment of Yuuri and Victor and their relationship. Let’s hope for the best then.

One time I was at my little sisters birthday party and it was at a skating rink and u could request songs so all my friends were like “lol lets request a Hannah Montana song to make everyone mad” so we did just that but when they started playing Nobody’s Perfect everyone started to sing along and the skaters were breaking it down on the rink and my little sister was really confused and angry but it was a beautiful mess and that’s the power of Hannah Montana

Richonne Christmas Reunion

The tree towered before her, majestic with its twinkling lights and artificial snow fluttering off its green tips. Nat King Cole crooned in the background. Children joyfully skated around the portable ice rink, tightly gripping their parents’ hands. Locals chattered as some attempted to capture the magical feeling in a selfie.

Michonne smiled. Christmas. It had snuck up on her again. She swore it was only the Fourth of July last week. I’ve been working too hard, she admonished herself as she took a careful sip of hot cocoa from her cup. The sweet liquid warmed her entire body.

She let out a contented sigh. A visible, long, puff of breath escaped her lips, the cold air stung her nose and cheeks. She needed this. Time to clear her mind. Time for herself. And what better way to do it than by spending time taking in the Christmas spirit?

She had been feeling nostalgic. So she’d driven to King County, the closest thing to feeling like home. The town had gone all out this year and the holiday spirit was evident everywhere she looked. It reminded her of simpler times, put things in perspective.

Her eyelids fluttered shut. She could happily lose herself in such a sublime moment.

“Excuse me, Miss?”

Or not, she thought irritably. She knit her brow, refusing to tear herself away from the serenity.


She reluctantly opened one eye, looking for the perpetrator who’d interrupted. Both eyelids flew open as they landed on a gorgeous pair of blue eyes.


She knit her brow in pleasant surprise. He smiled widely, immediately tempering it into a knowing grin, his eyes crinkling humorously.

Rick Grimes. She hadn’t seen him in years. He’d aged well since the last time she saw him. The lines around his eyes were more defined, streaks of gray could be found in his ever-curly hair and beard. He looked older, more refined, yet still as handsome as the day she met him.

A smile slowly spread on her lips. “Oh my God, Rick! How are you?”

She pulled him into a hug, immediately feeling the spark in her chest she had once dismissed as a youthful crush. Feeling his firm body against hers – though harmless enough – roused a warm sensation of yearning familiarity. She inhaled uneasily, filling her lungs with his tantalizing aftershave. It took her back to a time when he’d been the object of her unrequited, secret affection.

He was rookie cop, new to the King County Police Department and she was a young college girl completing an internship at the DA’s office. They’d become fast friends but being that he was a married man, she’d kept her distance. That being said, it hadn’t stopped her from admiring him from afar.

He had never found out about her unrequited feelings and she had never acted on them. When she left, she thought she’d overcome all of that. She thought she’d finally moved on. Apparently not.

She swallowed nervously and pulled away, revealing her elation with a bright smile. “It’s been years.“

“It has,” he agreed, studying her face, taking in every small, perfect detail. He slightly shook his head in disbelief. “You look great, Michonne. The years have treated you good.”

She smiled widely, feeling a surge of heat in her ears. “Well, thank you. Not lookin’ too bad yourself, Officer Grimes,” she retorted.

“It’s sheriff now, actually” he corrected her.

“Oh, sorry, Sheriff Grimes.”

He softly chuckled. “Yeah, sounds good comin’ from you.”

“You’ve probably been waiting years to hear me say it,” she teased, naturally falling back into their playful bantering.

He grinned at her with a challenging look in his eyes before casting down his gaze. He took a hesitant step forward, looking up to gaze at her with a gentle smile. “I have.“

She bit her lip. There it was. The way he’d say things or look at her always made her stomach flutter. She never quite knew how to process it.

She cleared her throat nervously. "Yeah,” she repeated softly. Suddenly, she remembered the reason why things had never gone further between them. She took a subconscious – and literal – step back as she casually inquired, “So, how’s the family?”

Noticing her attempt at putting space between them, a hint of disappointment crossed his face but was quickly replaced with a relaxed grin. “They’re good.”

Her heart fell but she forced herself to continue her line of questioning. “Lori, right? And your boy? I haven’t seen him in years. He must be all grown by now.”

A hesitant look passed over his features before he nodded, glancing down at his boots. “Yeah, Carl’s good. Just turned ten last month. Almost as tall as me. Smart, smarter than I ever was,” he said with pride in his voice. His expression became somber but continued. “And, Lori’s, she’s-she’s good. She just got remarried a few months ago.”

She tried not to gawk at him as she processed the news. He was single. Or rather, not married. Maybe. Her brain went into overdrive. “Oh, I…,” she trailed awkwardly, as she tried to figure out how to proceed.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, we got divorced last year. Things just didn’t work out like we thought they would.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Yeah, it’s good though. We’re good.” He glanced away, as if casting off the shame of his admission.

She knit her brow slightly. Leave it to Rick to feel guilty about a failure beyond his control. Things really hadn’t changed much.

“And you? You’re okay?” she asked in concern.

He looked slightly startled by the question but was quickly replaced with an appreciative grin. “I’m doing better. Things are getting better. So that’s good, I guess.”

Hesitant about ruining the moment, she casually asked, “So, you getting remarried anytime soon, too?” She took a small sip of her drink, anxiously awaiting his reply.

He narrowed his eyes humorously. “Not that I know of.” He arched his eyebrow knowingly, silently picking up on her unsubtle curiosity.

“What?” she protested with a smile.

He snorted softly before returning the question. “And you? How’ve you been?”

“Yeah, it’s been good. Not married or remarried or anything. Just working hard. Decided to take a break and came down to look at the lights. See if anything’s changed.”

He nodded, turning to look at the tree in front of them. They stood next to each other, observing the scene in amiable silence. After a moment, he glanced at her. “Anything changed?”

She sighed deeply, staring at the tree in front of her as she took another sip from her cup. She nodded as she lowered her cup. “Some things.” She turned slightly to glance at him. “Some things never do.”

He studied her eyes curiously. They roamed over her face as if to memorize every detail, pausing at her lips. He blinked a few times before nodding and turning back to face the tree.

Her insecurities immediately settled in. Should she make a move? Would he be interested? Maybe she’d be pushing her luck. Maybe he never saw her like that. Tension filled the air. Rick’s face reflected the same trepidation she was experiencing. It was as if they both wanted to say something but were second-guessing themselves. After a moment, they decided to break the silence simultaneously.

“Listen, if you’re not…”

“I hope I’m not…,”

They paused and glanced bashfully at each other, laughing awkwardly. They turned to face each other, waiting for the other to speak. Rick took a step closer, closing the distance between them.

He spoke first. “I was just gonna say, if you’re planning on stickin’ around, maybe we could catch up?”

She studied his eyes, recognizing genuine eagerness in his gaze. He wanted to spend time with her. She smiled. Maybe after all these years, they were finally on the same page. Maybe fate had finally intervened and blessed their reunion with the possibility of something more.

“I’d like that,” she replied.



The look in his eyes told her Christmas had come early for him. He bit his lip, almost shyly, a look of promise lurking behind his gaze. “Good,” he rumbled out.

Eagerness thrummed in the hearts of the rediscovered friends as they restrained their elation with muted smiles and fidgety hands. As the night passed, they settled into the magic of their surroundings, lights twinkling in their eyes and a reignited hope burning in their chests. Christmas had come and, along with it, the promise of a long-awaited romance.

(written by @rubducked)

Realizing Love

I had never known love out side of figure skating. I know it’s love because it preoccupies every spare thought, takes every spare minute, fills any spare space on my bedroom wall. And I’m absolutely sure it’s love because I happily let it consume me.

“Yuuri, I want you to work on your step sequences for today.”

My skates are tied before I think to lace them, heart pounding in my throat as I step out onto the rink to join my coach. Step sequences are a strength but my true desire is for jumps; I’ll be the first to admit that my love isn’t always evenly divided. If skating components were my children I’d probably have an angry middle-child Waltz Jump who didn’t get many hugs growing up. 

I begin with slow sweeping circles around Viktor, tracing the curves left lovingly by another set of blades. “If it’s all the same I’d like to practice my quads.”

“You’ll lose more points in sloppy steps than you’ll make in a quad.”

Not exactly entirely true, but I’ll acquiesce. I’ll get my quality time in with the championships only weeks away.

First is the Eros step sequences, which I run through at half time with no music—just to prove to Viktor that not only are they clean and precise but that I would be offering only the steamiest pork cutlet bowl this year.

Everyone will see my love for skating; my passion and dedication won’t let me fall when I climb the podium with Viktor at my side.  With every day that passes I grow stronger, hungrier, and more terrified. 

The podium. How much do the medals weigh, I wonder?

Halfway through a twizzle my skate catches and I stumble out of it into the next step. It’s quick… but Viktor knows all the steps and is viciously attentive. “Yuuuu-riiiii,” he drawls from centre ice. “You’re not focusing. Start over.”

I do. And I rotate too much on the loop step—Viktor’s on me like a hawk. “Start over.”

It takes three times but I’m eventually able to get through the ordeal with a semi-decent run. “Full speed.” Crap.

“I need a drink,” I say and skate off to our water bottles.  ‘What’s going on?’ I wonder as I take a long sip from my bottle. There is absolutely no excuse for me to be messing up twizzlers; I’ve been doing them since I was seven!

Viktor must think I’m a joke. Probably wishing he hadn’t left a real talent like Yurio back in Russia to train an anxiety-riddled second-rate. If my practice looked anything like it felt I’d imagine I’d win gold in a flailing inflatable tube man impressions competition. At least then I’d have a chance.

“I can hear you thinking from across the rink,” Viktor’s voice grumbles, low and deliciously hot against the back of my neck. The hair rises and a tiny thrill trickles down my spine. “Dollar for your thoughts?”

“Penny,” I correct before I have time to check my spoiling mood. “Viktor,  this all feels strange.”

His long slim hands find my shoulders and give them a soft squeeze. “What about it doesn’t feel right? Is it the sequence?”

A shiver. “Of course not! The choreography is fine.”

“I don’t understand.”

That’s to be expected. Viktor doesn’t make a habit of standing in a corner to ruminate for hours on end; to dance with such intended beauty and sex is just… so… Viktor. Who would even think to wonder why? “It just… all seems a little much for a pork cutlet bowl. I feel silly.”

His hand on my shoulder turns us to face each other. “But it’s not about pork cutlet bowls, Yuuri.”

“It’s not? I mean… I suppose it’s not.”

Not for the first time his fingers find my lips, caressing them softly with careful strokes.  At first his strange Russian mannerisms shocked me, that shock slowly turned into terror. But I wasn’t worried about Viktor… I was worried about me.

Because I liked it too much. It was the perfect tease hidden in a strange exotic idiosyncrasy; the trade for hours of deliberate and ruthless training. 

Despite years of getting gratification from progress I had started finding it in Viktor’s hugs and warm touches. I could almost say I resent finding motivation in affection. Almost.

“Then we’ll no longer pretend to skate for pork cutlet bowls,” Viktor decides with a low murmur. “What shall we skate for?”

Validation? Affirmation? Hugs maybe?

Well, I had to think of something that wasn’t exactly Viktor. I can’t tell him that I skate to impress him or that I skate to earn a couple moments folded in his arms. For one that would be insanely creepy. For two… it would make him see me as just a fan. Another follower who held him up on an ivory pedestal.

And, sure, I put him up on maybe a little ivory step-stool, but the more I learn about him the closer to earth he becomes. We’re almost eye-to-eye and there’s no reason for me to be having such strange thoughts ans fear whenever he fixes my hair or praises good work.

He’s my coach—who makes my knees weak—and my friend –with whom I frequently bathe naked with and sometimes admire nude.

And sometimes show my insecurities to.

Viktor Nikiforov is both a godsend and my worst nightmare: I’m learning to be a better skater… but at the price of a whole pandora’s box of messy nameless feelings and breathless moments.

Suddenly my ears are hot and he’s holding the sides of my head, staring at me with soul-searching eyes. “Stop thinking so much. Skating isn’t about thinking. 

“I know,” I say with a sigh, reaching up to grab his wrist to that I might pull it away from my mouth, but my resolve breaks and I’m just holding him. And he lets me. “but I’m feeling too much.”

“And what is it that you are feeling?”

Top of the list is frustrated, followed closely by enamour—the closest to love I’ll ever admit to feeling for him. I love skating and I love pork cutlet bowls and I don’t love Viktor Nikiforov. Because the feeling is just so vastly different; love never made me want to run away screaming.

It doesn’t help restore my confidence and I’m left staring at our skates carving the ice. “Scared,” I admit against his thumb.

The curious thing about Viktor— aside from the shade of his hair—is that you don’t need to see him to know when he’s smiling: the room smiles with him. I can feel it, amused and easy, in his breath fanning my face, in the radiating heat from his chest just inches from mine. If I stand here too long I might start smiling too. “It’s okay to be scared.”

Instead of the awkward laugh I had on tap for even the most innocuous of Viktor-isms I slide my arms around his middle and rested my cheek on his shoulder. What a silly thing validation was.

Just as silly as love.

So, Victuuri role swap AUs are fun. And kid AUs where they meet as children and everything is pure fluff are also fun. So what if we combine the two?

Yuuri is ten and practicing at a rink in Russia for an upcoming junior competition. He’s actually really really good for his age range, but he doesn’t think that, because he’s Yuuri. He also doesn’t usually like practicing in front of people he doesn’t know because he’s a shy kiddo.

Too bad for him, because tiny six year old Victor is learning how to skate at this rink, and he sees Yuuri practicing and thinks he’s just the coolest thing ever!!!

So now Yuuri realizes that he had an audience because this little kid is watching him and clapping and cheering any time Yuuri does anything more challenging than skating in a straight line. And Yuuri wants to tell him that no, he’s really not that great, lots of people are better than him, but he can’t speak Russian and his English is still pretty shaky so he can’t really communicate this to Victor. And even if he was better at English, it doesn’t matter because Victor only knows about five English words. One of those words is ‘wow.’ Which he keeps yelling while jumping up and down when Yuuri does anything especially impressive.

And Yuuri still doesn’t think he’s anything special, but…it’s hard not to feel a little encouraged by this kid’s enthusiasm. There are some other people skating, but this kid only seems to care about Yuuri. It makes him feel kind of…good! Confident!

And then once Yuuri comes off the ice to take a break, Victor just immediately latches onto him like a barnacle and unleashes a torrent of excited Russian rambling at him, and Yuuri of course can’t understand a word but he likes this weird little kid now so he’s just smiling and nodding awkwardly and hoping that’s the right response to make this kid happy.

It’s too bad Yuuri doesn’t understand Russian, because Victor is a fountain of positivity right now. ‘You’re such a good skater! You’re the best skater I’ve ever seen! Except for the ones on TV at the Olympics, but they’re grownups, so you’re definitely the best kid skater I’ve ever seen! I really like the spinny thing you did! And you have really pretty eyes! Oh, you’ve got glasses, I like your glasses too! And I like your tshirt! I like YOU! When we grow up, I’m gonna marry you, and you can teach me how to do all that cool stuff you can do!’

And since Yuuri just keeps smiling and nodding, Victor takes that to mean ‘yes Victor, I met you literally fifteen minutes ago and I have no idea what you’re saying but I will definitely marry you and show you how to do that cool spin that you really like.’

After they part ways, Yuuri ends up winning the junior competition, partially inspired by that kid who was so excited about everything he did. And Victor is just going around telling everyone that he met the boy he’s gonna marry.


Currently 6°

Cold weather generally doesn’t bother me. I have good winter clothing, excellent boots, silk long underwear, things made with Gore-Tex and down feathers, a well insulated home, and a small flask of bourbon. My filthy Camry even has a well functioning heater.

My neighbor is outside today making ice for his kids’ hockey rink. Ella and Oliver are keeping an eye on him.

I just noticed a shadow or something on Oliver’s coat that looks like someone giving the finger. Which is what @mmommmmmm will likely give me when I brag to her about Midwesterners shrugging off snowfall while the sad people of the PNW hide in their basements at the hint of winter precipitation. Snowflakes indeed!

Except we don’t have any snow right now :(  Low temperatures and snow should be together like cheese and burger. Like Target stores and crying children. Like running skirts and absolutely nothing.

With a layer of snow on the ground bone-chilling frost doesn’t seem so bad. Tonight’s forecast finally has a few inches of snow for us. Yea! We will have a white Christmas.

Bob! Snow doesn’t make it less cold than lipstick makes the pig pretty!

I disagree. Being comfortable outside in the winter is a state of mind. A blanket of snow helps that. It makes the landscape pretty. Calms one’s thoughts. Soothes the soul. Lights a fire in the heart.

Bob! STFU!

Anyway, I soon get to use my new snowblower.

“Please don’t fall” RapMonster: Christmas with BTS #4

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As a special little Christmas date Namjoon took you ice skating. It was a small little ice rink and it was full of couples and families with little children. You watched in awe as parents skated with their little kids or brothers and sister chasing each other. Everyone in huge jackets and scarfs. You watched couples skate to each other and hugging. Some people cheering because they didn’t fall over.

While you were observing the scenery Namjoon was looking at you smiling the way your eyes lit up when something amazing happened. “Wonna go skate then?” he asks squeezing your side where his hand was resting. You both walk towards were they were giving out boots and announced your shoe size and picking up your skates remembering to say thank you as you left.

You both put on your skates and watched as Joon struggled to put his on. You laughed and knelt in front of him helping him put them on. “When you stand up please don’t fall!” you mumble up to him and chuckle. You both stood and you both waddled close to the ice both of you gripping onto the sides when you finally reach it. 

The both of you had matching expressions as the worry took over you. You both, the clumsiest people alive, were on ice and there was only a thin edge to hold onto. You began giggling as Namjoon attempted to skate over but ended up nearly falling flat on his butt but he steadied himself before he could properly fall. 

Once he had reached you he clung onto you for dear life, his arms around your waist and your wrapping round his neck by now you couldn’t stop laughing because of the expression on his face. “You never listen to me do you? I asked you to not fall” you repeat still laughing. He lifted his head and pouted saying that he hasn’t fallen yet. 

Just as he said yet the both of you got knocked by someone and you landed right on top of him with a loud shriek. Immediately you both started dying of laughter, your head dropping onto his chest. “That… Wasn’t my fault” he chuckles.

Originally posted by jiminrolls

2/3 Posted for today from me. If you go ice skating please don’t fall! We don’t want anyone injured! Love you all!

Written by Admin Kira

Series by Admin Peach

I got with my boyfriend because I refused to ask him out despite my friends saying I should go for it and my Chaotic Friend made me do it in a game of truth or dare and our first date was to a trashy roller rink and I can’t WAIT to tell that story to my 3.5 adopted children

anonymous asked:

the main three and how they are with/their opinion on kids? (whether it be their own or little ones they're teaching how to ice skate is up to you! :) ))


  • he thinks children are so cute
  • when he’s at the rink and he sees children that will shyly ask for help he gets so excited 
  • children love him
  • he finds that he is able to communicate with children far better than what he does with older adults which is why he tends not to know what to do if Yuuri cries because he just has to be silly for a child
  • he’ll lift them while skating to make them feel like a pro
  • he’s very encouraging towards them


  • he gets along really well with kids
  • he worries that he’s not doing the right thing
  • kids think he’s sweet
  • tbh he’d be a great dad
  • he’s really good at comforting kids about their anxieties
  • he’d rather chill with a group of chidren than a room of adults
  • he’d need to think before having kids
  • he would want to make sure he was 110% ready


  • he’s a kid himself
  • he finds kids younger than him annoying
  • fight me m8
  • he would help kids if they ask but he probably wouldnt be as kind about it as Viktor and Yuuri
  • and this isn’t becasue he’s an ass
  • he just doesn’t know 
First Words


  • Viktor and Yuuri have been trying to coax him for a while 
  • To be completely honest, they’re not entirely sure when children are meant to start talking, but they start to encourage words from around the time he starts babbling 
  • Poor Misha has about three languages thrown at him to deal with 
  • They’re at the Rostelecom cup, which Yurio is competing in 
  • Yuuri is holding Misha from the stands, whereas Viktor is busy being Yurio’s coach 
  • Yuuri is slightly distracted into a conversation when suddenly Misha points at the rink and exclaims “ice!” 
  • Viktor is a little upset that he missed his son’s first word, until he finds out what it was, and is then on convinced that it’s destiny


  • Mirai is a little bit younger than Misha was 
  • Because of the diverted attention of having two children, there’s a lot less anticipation
  • They’re literally just sat at the dinner table when Yuuri tells her to finish eating 
  • “Nyet!” *flips tray* 
  • Viktor’s eyes naturally begin to sparkle and he refuses to even punish her 
  • ‘Nyet’ becomes the only word she uses for a solid month 


  • Having gone through this twice now, Yuuri and Viktor become concerned after a while that she hasn’t spoken, or hasn’t really made an attempt to
  • Both Misha and Mikhail were under a year old, it’s been nearly a year and a half 
  • They decide that they might take her to see a specialist if it goes on for much longer but it’s not really something either of them want to do 
  • Odette is just mashing buttons on some musical toy, with Yuuri lying beside her 
  • Out of boredom, Yuuri decides to play an incredibly basic melody (as much as you could realistically manage on a child’s toy) 
  • Odette’s face lights up with pure delight 
  • ‘nyo-aan!’ (a butchered attempt attempt at ‘onosan’) 
  • Yuuri is shocked and almost gets up to immediately tell Viktor, but decides against it, beaming at the moment 

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Ice Princess/closed AU

He sipped his coffee as he watched the others on the rink, pulling his coat around him better. He was waiting for his girlfriend, leaning against the siding of the wall. He never was into skating; he was afraid of falling flat on his face and busting his lip open. He wrapped his fingers around his paper cup, the music blaring amongst the laughs of the children.