There's nothing wrong with wanting to play out some cute, fluffy interaction. So break out the butterflies in the stomach, the hand holding, the love confessions, the NOTICE ME SENPAIS, and all the adorableness you can stomach - no matter if if fits your character perfectly or not. It's all about characters getting comfortable with each other while being total goobers and showing love.
It's shameless, sure, but it's fun!
Comment with your character, preferences, etc.
Reply to others.
Thread and doki until your heart can doki no more.
encouragement - You can't help crushing on this person because they boost your self-worth and make you feel like you're actually a decent person!!!
first date - It's a date! Or not. Maybe you're just at the skating rink, the intergalactic space station, or the five an dine at the same time.
badass with a crush - You're badass but you kind of want to just dote on that special person.
holding hands - Such a simple act that can make your heart pound.
acting like dorks and avoiding the questions - What it says on the tin.
impress - Hey, hey. Look at me, I'm awesome!
kiss - Happy kisses, cheek kisses, angry kisses, SHUTTING YOU UP kisses.
picnics - Get close to that special person while getting some good food.
hugs - You're so nice and soft.
denial - Feelings? No way. Let me repress those bad boys.
mean - Pull their pigtails because you like them.
unusually kind - You can't help but be really nice to the one you care for.
presents - Here, I brought you this necklace. Or - Here, I brought you the head of our enemies.
don't know how to act - I like this person?! WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO OH GOD.
defending - Verbally or physically, you're standing up for your crush.
telling them - You're going to confess...if things don't keep going wrong.
oblivious - They don't know how you feel.
loving smut - The smut option, full of cuteness.
unrequited - Again, what it says on the tin.
wildcard
Please note: the Shipping Picture Prompt meme is HERE @ fluffnstuff
( It slowly occurs to Viktor that for all the things he does say, there are those he presumes are understood without the words attached to them to frame what it is he means or feels. Slowly understanding how that matters to Yuuri, and how that is something where both speaking or not speaking is a reassurance (don't worry about the words at the rink, but he really doesn't shut up anyway; worry about the words off the rink, before Yuuri's run too far off in his own head and invented anxieties Viktor hasn't even pinged to yet) and a balancing act he's learning to better navigate as time goes on.
What ends up being more difficult than realising what he wants to say is finding a moment to say it. He thinks he has one this morning; having woken up and already headed downstairs for coffee, he's carrying orange juice and a warm pastry back up to their hotel room, figuring Yuuri might still be snoozing (as he should, really, please rest well Yuuri).
Though there's that silly little thing they say about making assumptions... and at times, Viktor's fairly sure he's the one wearing donkey's ears. Especially when he realises he's forgotten the room key and is in effect temporarily locked out of the room. )
Yuuri? Are you awake?
( He knocks, okay, but the door autolocked behind him and he will head back down to the front desk if he must, but... )
[The knock on the door pulls Yuuri out of the light doze he'd fallen into after waking up to find Viktor gone. He fumbles the blanket back and pads across the floor. When he pulls the door open, he's still rubbing the sleep from his eyes.]
Viktor? [Hair rumpled from sleep, eyes drowsy and not obscured by glasses, Yuuri looks younger than his 23 years as he blinks up at Viktor.] It's really early...where'd you go?
( He smiles, holding up the (cooling) pastry and orange juice in its purloined glass once he finds a sleepy, bed-head Yuuri answering the door. )
To grab breakfast. I brought some back for you if you're hungry.
( He doesn't try to sound all that chipper, so he sounds more awake than anything else. It's half like having a dog show up with the morning paper, wagging its tail. Did he do good? Part of him wonders, having temporarily forgotten his earlier resolve. Lips quirking up, his lashes lower a little as he adds: )
Your hair's sticking up in the back again.
( Sleeping Beauty can wake up as a right beautiful mess. )
It always does that. [Yuuri huffs, lifting a hand to flatten the unruly strands half-heartedly. Mostly, he knows it's a lost cause until he uses the hair product to slick his hair back or sticks his head under the shower for a second. It takes him about 10 seconds to give up.
He does perk up a little at the food, though, and reaches for the orange juice first, smiling at Viktor gratefully.]
Thanks. What time do we have to be at the rink for practice?
( He hands over the orange juice, slipping inside properly and using his heel to close the door. There's a brief urge to pat Yuuri's hair down precisely because it's a fruitless effort, but he's distracted from the flight of fancy by an actual question. )
We're scheduled for ten, after the ladies singles are done.
( He means to say hello to Mila if they're there early enough; he figures Sara might say hello as well, but he doesn't worry or plan on either. Mila deserves the congratulations.
He's forgetful, but not entirely thoughtless. Just accidentally thoughtless. )
You still have time if you'd rather sleep for a while longer.
( Ah, but here is the pastry, offered over with a wink. He's just glad Yuuri slept compared to times where even that's been beyond him due to anxiety. )
[Though he takes the pastry with a grin, Yuuri doesn't bite into it just yet.]
I've slept enough. [Sheepishly, he adds-] If I go back to sleep, I'll have trouble waking up again later. [Look, he knows he's not a morning person, and he has no trouble admitting it.]
If we catch the rest of the ladies' shorts, we can just go right in for practice after that. [Yuuri tilts his head questioningly.] You know some of the senior level competitors there, right?
( Viktor has meanwhile confessed to sleeping right up to the time of the performance before; go figure what that's going to mean, post GPF. He nods, making a small sound of acknowledgement. )
Yes, I can see that being difficult.
( Coming from the man who likes to be up and moving early in the morning, it's an exercise in empathy. One he manages to make, regardless. )
Ah, I do, yes. Mila skates under Yakov. Isn't Sara there too?
( that one being a nod to Yuuri for the fact Sara had been more willingly chatty with him in the Russian Cup; does Yuuri not also have those he knows there? )
I have no objections. As long as you're interested?
I don't mind. [Truth be told, Yuuri's never really gotten a chance to watch the ladies' programs before. With his anxiety often making him hide out in some secluded hallway or room during competitions, and his lack of familiarity with the female competitors, it just meant that Yuuri didn't have the motivation to seek them out. Not that he isn't curious now.]
I sort of talked to Mila when Yakov was standing in for you. We should go cheer her on. Oh, and Sara, too. [Then his cheerful expression dims into something more like dread.] Ah...that probably means Michele is here, too.
( Viktor laughs, light and airy, reaching out to clasp Yuuri's shoulder and give it a brief squeeze.)
Cheering at a warm up might be a little unorthodox.
( Michele would be able to handle himself. He'd been here last year; Yuuri had placed in over him this year, and Viktor doubts Michele feels anything directed at Yuuri for that reality. Each skater competes most with themselves first. Beating their own scores and expectations; it's the step after that which turns outward, into enthralling everyone in the audience with what they've pulled out of themselves. )
We can head over once you're fed and dressed.
( He tips his head to the side, smile going rakish right before he walks past Yuuri. )
I'd hate to be accused of dragging you around when you weren't decent.
( Personally, he figures he could drag Yuuri around as he is right now and get away with it just fine, but for a tease to be a tease, there has to be some element of truth behind it. These still are the clothes Yuuri slept in. How scandalous! He's so, so... layered!
The confession tripping around on the back of his tongue slips away again, mired in the amused fondness settling in his chest. )
[Yuuri pauses in the middle of nibbling at the pastry to arch a brow at Viktor, feeling a little amused himself as well as the familiar flush of warmth across his cheeks.]
Viktor, you put on lip balm for me at the local Championships. And you kissed my skates on live television at the Rostelecom Cup. I'm pretty sure you could get away with anything at this point.
[Not to mention there was that really risque picture of them that Phichit posted to instagram. Though he's gotten used to Viktor spontaneous displays of affection by now, it still makes Yuuri squirm to think about these things sometimes.]
( He grins, allowing Yuuri's claim that he knew what he meant to fly unchallenged. Sure he did, but it was fun to joke around about it every so often anyway.
The short list of what Viktor's done with Yuuri in public prompts him to tapping a finger against his lips in consideration. Hmm. )
Like public make-outs? Oh, Yuuri, if I knew you were that comfortable with public displays of affection —
( But he cuts himself off with a grin and a wink, knowing yet again what Yuuri meant. It's more of a tease for the sake of teasing than a will to refute that yes, he could probably drag Yuuri out just like this, but that he'd feel like a heel for doing so, and it would be incredibly unprofessional when he is his coach.
Somehow all the rest is fine, but making it seem like he's actively sabotaging his skater? No. Fed and dressed and supported. That's his Yuuri. )
[This time, Viktor's words almost make him choke and drop the pastry he's holding onto.]
Okay, maybe not everything. [He flushes, biting into the pastry and chewing it with more concentration than necessary.] Even if other people do that all the time.
[Brushing the crumbs off his fingers once he's done eating, Yuuri shuffles over to his suitcase and pulls out his workout clothes.] We can leave after this--I'll be really quick. [His muffles comes out muffled as he struggles to tug his sleep shirt over his head.]
( he chuckles, not meanly, considering he'd rather known Yuuri wouldn't be comfortable with that level of public affection. well. not while sober. Viktor likes to believe that he would know better, if they both were otherwise. )
Sure, sure. There's no rush...
( besides, even though it's not like he's watched Yuuri undress before or anything, but today just feels... fonder. he could go over there and help. he considers it.
... instead he walks over and.................... tickles Yuuri's sides with a "Gotcha" while he's still struggling with his shirt. ??? Viktor is a grown adult man we PROMISE. )
[It's to his eternal shame that Yuuri can say he completely did not expect it. As soon as Viktor's fingers start tickling at him, Yuuri squirms, trying to find some way to escape.]
Viktor!! Stop! [Yuuri laughs, stumbling out of his reach, still caught in his shirt. A second later, Yuuri demonstrates why moving when your vision's blocked is a terrible idea. He takes a step back, knocking right into the edge of the bed frame and goes tumbling back onto the sheets with a surprised "oof!"]
[ Viktor slams the door of the hotel room open, very pleased with himself. Behind him, a poor porter is carrying a stack of boxes and shopping bags. Viktor instructs him to just leave the bags in the door way before flinging him a tip and rushing over to Yuuri. ]
Let's go burn your suit now, I bought you a nicer one!
E-Ehhh? [Yuuri barely has time to sit up on the bed, where he'd been scrolling through his friends' instagram posts, before the room's filled with significantly more bags.]
When did you have time to buy all this, Viktor? And--wait, what do you mean we're burning my suit? There's nothing wrong with it!
[ Viktor is so pleased with himself. He's positively beaming as he strolls in and sits on the edge of the bed. ]
The color looks bad on TV and it was ill fitting. It was so stressful knowing that your suit existed so I bought you a new one [ and a few other things ] to relax.
[ He makes a move to grab Yuuri's hand and grasp it. ]
[The indignation's gone for the most part; Yuuri just looks like he's fighting back an incredulous smile now. It's ridiculous as heck, but it's also Viktor. In the end, Yuuri can't even bring himself to be surprised.]
You're not going to stop nagging until I agree to this, are you. [It's not even a question at this point.]
[It was supposed to come out disgruntled and exasperated, but with the way his breath hitches as Viktor kisses his ring, Yuuri knows he probably didn't get the point across as well as he'd hoped.
[ Viktor pulls back ever so slightly, a coy smile on his face. His gaze lingers over Yuuri, pondering over how privileged he felt that he got to witness all these different facets to him. It was enthralling. Plus Yuuri was super cute. ]
The suit makes you look like a... hmm, a...
[ He waggles his finger as he tries to find the word. ]
[An assembly line... Yuuri shouldn't be smiling at all like this, because wow, that's harsh, but he can't deny that companies tend to favor uniformity in these cases.]
You mean I will be a--a blossoming swirl of energy if I wear what you picked out for me.
[Viktor's being so utterly ridiculous and dramatic over a suit, but Yuuri feels him giving in just a tiny bit already.]
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Yuuri Katsuki | Yuri!!! On Ice
laughs, feel like rolling with 16?
What ends up being more difficult than realising what he wants to say is finding a moment to say it. He thinks he has one this morning; having woken up and already headed downstairs for coffee, he's carrying orange juice and a warm pastry back up to their hotel room, figuring Yuuri might still be snoozing (as he should, really, please rest well Yuuri).
Though there's that silly little thing they say about making assumptions... and at times, Viktor's fairly sure he's the one wearing donkey's ears. Especially when he realises he's forgotten the room key and is in effect temporarily locked out of the room. )
Yuuri? Are you awake?
( He knocks, okay, but the door autolocked behind him and he will head back down to the front desk if he must, but... )
I forgot the room key.
yes!! and sorry for taking so long
Viktor? [Hair rumpled from sleep, eyes drowsy and not obscured by glasses, Yuuri looks younger than his 23 years as he blinks up at Viktor.] It's really early...where'd you go?
dips you down, you're always golden <3
To grab breakfast. I brought some back for you if you're hungry.
( He doesn't try to sound all that chipper, so he sounds more awake than anything else. It's half like having a dog show up with the morning paper, wagging its tail. Did he do good? Part of him wonders, having temporarily forgotten his earlier resolve. Lips quirking up, his lashes lower a little as he adds: )
Your hair's sticking up in the back again.
( Sleeping Beauty can wake up as a right beautiful mess. )
swoons
He does perk up a little at the food, though, and reaches for the orange juice first, smiling at Viktor gratefully.]
Thanks. What time do we have to be at the rink for practice?
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We're scheduled for ten, after the ladies singles are done.
( He means to say hello to Mila if they're there early enough; he figures Sara might say hello as well, but he doesn't worry or plan on either. Mila deserves the congratulations.
He's forgetful, but not entirely thoughtless. Just accidentally thoughtless. )
You still have time if you'd rather sleep for a while longer.
( Ah, but here is the pastry, offered over with a wink. He's just glad Yuuri slept compared to times where even that's been beyond him due to anxiety. )
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I've slept enough. [Sheepishly, he adds-] If I go back to sleep, I'll have trouble waking up again later. [Look, he knows he's not a morning person, and he has no trouble admitting it.]
If we catch the rest of the ladies' shorts, we can just go right in for practice after that. [Yuuri tilts his head questioningly.] You know some of the senior level competitors there, right?
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Yes, I can see that being difficult.
( Coming from the man who likes to be up and moving early in the morning, it's an exercise in empathy. One he manages to make, regardless. )
Ah, I do, yes. Mila skates under Yakov. Isn't Sara there too?
( that one being a nod to Yuuri for the fact Sara had been more willingly chatty with him in the Russian Cup; does Yuuri not also have those he knows there? )
I have no objections. As long as you're interested?
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I sort of talked to Mila when Yakov was standing in for you. We should go cheer her on. Oh, and Sara, too. [Then his cheerful expression dims into something more like dread.] Ah...that probably means Michele is here, too.
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Cheering at a warm up might be a little unorthodox.
( Michele would be able to handle himself. He'd been here last year; Yuuri had placed in over him this year, and Viktor doubts Michele feels anything directed at Yuuri for that reality. Each skater competes most with themselves first. Beating their own scores and expectations; it's the step after that which turns outward, into enthralling everyone in the audience with what they've pulled out of themselves. )
We can head over once you're fed and dressed.
( He tips his head to the side, smile going rakish right before he walks past Yuuri. )
I'd hate to be accused of dragging you around when you weren't decent.
( Personally, he figures he could drag Yuuri around as he is right now and get away with it just fine, but for a tease to be a tease, there has to be some element of truth behind it. These still are the clothes Yuuri slept in. How scandalous! He's so, so... layered!
The confession tripping around on the back of his tongue slips away again, mired in the amused fondness settling in his chest. )
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[Yuuri pauses in the middle of nibbling at the pastry to arch a brow at Viktor, feeling a little amused himself as well as the familiar flush of warmth across his cheeks.]
Viktor, you put on lip balm for me at the local Championships. And you kissed my skates on live television at the Rostelecom Cup. I'm pretty sure you could get away with anything at this point.
[Not to mention there was that really risque picture of them that Phichit posted to instagram. Though he's gotten used to Viktor spontaneous displays of affection by now, it still makes Yuuri squirm to think about these things sometimes.]
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The short list of what Viktor's done with Yuuri in public prompts him to tapping a finger against his lips in consideration. Hmm. )
Like public make-outs? Oh, Yuuri, if I knew you were that comfortable with public displays of affection —
( But he cuts himself off with a grin and a wink, knowing yet again what Yuuri meant. It's more of a tease for the sake of teasing than a will to refute that yes, he could probably drag Yuuri out just like this, but that he'd feel like a heel for doing so, and it would be incredibly unprofessional when he is his coach.
Somehow all the rest is fine, but making it seem like he's actively sabotaging his skater? No. Fed and dressed and supported. That's his Yuuri. )
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Okay, maybe not everything. [He flushes, biting into the pastry and chewing it with more concentration than necessary.] Even if other people do that all the time.
[Brushing the crumbs off his fingers once he's done eating, Yuuri shuffles over to his suitcase and pulls out his workout clothes.] We can leave after this--I'll be really quick. [His muffles comes out muffled as he struggles to tug his sleep shirt over his head.]
i.......................... am so sorry
Sure, sure. There's no rush...
( besides, even though it's not like he's watched Yuuri undress before or anything, but today just feels... fonder. he could go over there and help. he considers it.
... instead he walks over and.................... tickles Yuuri's sides with a "Gotcha" while he's still struggling with his shirt. ??? Viktor is a grown adult man we PROMISE. )
why though... also omg typos cries
Viktor!! Stop! [Yuuri laughs, stumbling out of his reach, still caught in his shirt. A second later, Yuuri demonstrates why moving when your vision's blocked is a terrible idea. He takes a step back, knocking right into the edge of the bed frame and goes tumbling back onto the sheets with a surprised "oof!"]
typos just 4 u
SLIDES IN HERE, WITH A 13
[ Viktor slams the door of the hotel room open, very pleased with himself. Behind him, a poor porter is carrying a stack of boxes and shopping bags. Viktor instructs him to just leave the bags in the door way before flinging him a tip and rushing over to Yuuri. ]
Let's go burn your suit now, I bought you a nicer one!
<3
When did you have time to buy all this, Viktor? And--wait, what do you mean we're burning my suit? There's nothing wrong with it!
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[ Viktor is so pleased with himself. He's positively beaming as he strolls in and sits on the edge of the bed. ]
The color looks bad on TV and it was ill fitting. It was so stressful knowing that your suit existed so I bought you a new one [ and a few other things ] to relax.
[ He makes a move to grab Yuuri's hand and grasp it. ]
It'll look nice on you, I promise.
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[The indignation's gone for the most part; Yuuri just looks like he's fighting back an incredulous smile now. It's ridiculous as heck, but it's also Viktor. In the end, Yuuri can't even bring himself to be surprised.]
You're not going to stop nagging until I agree to this, are you. [It's not even a question at this point.]
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[ Viktor brings Yuuri's hand up to his lips, giving it a kiss before moving to kiss the ring that adorned his finger. ]
Someone as lovely as you could be cloaked in something so terrible.
[ his eyes flashed with a deathly seriousness ]
Burn it.
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[It was supposed to come out disgruntled and exasperated, but with the way his breath hitches as Viktor kisses his ring, Yuuri knows he probably didn't get the point across as well as he'd hoped.
He bites his lip.]
I'm pretty sure this counts as cheating.
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[ Viktor pulls back ever so slightly, a coy smile on his face. His gaze lingers over Yuuri, pondering over how privileged he felt that he got to witness all these different facets to him. It was enthralling. Plus Yuuri was super cute. ]
The suit makes you look like a... hmm, a...
[ He waggles his finger as he tries to find the word. ]
Salaryman?
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A salaryman? [Okay, he's admittedly a little amused now.] Are you saying salarymen can't be attractive, Viktor? That's mean.
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[ Despite this, it's all fond memories and clearly recalled with a hint of fondness in his voice. ]
Their suits made them look like they came out of an assembly line. But you Yuuri...
[ Viktor makes grand gestures towards the bags on the other side of the room. ]
Are a beautiful, blossoming swirl of energy.
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You mean I will be a--a blossoming swirl of energy if I wear what you picked out for me.
[Viktor's being so utterly ridiculous and dramatic over a suit, but Yuuri feels him giving in just a tiny bit already.]