#also i have like an idea ASKSKS

[u3pxx]

artists who draw apollo justice with their own headcanons and such, can you rb this post with ur drawings of him ... i would love to see all the different pollys out there ....

[samaraxmorgan]

AAAAH THE WAY I WAS HOLDING MY BREATH WHEN HE DID THE "BABY BIRD"

Also why is it so on brand for him to have that song has his ringtone😂😂

I love how the denial and delusion is strong on this one and I love every minute of this slow burn THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS!! ITS BEEN A WHILE SINCE I READ ACTUAL SLOW BURN WITH SM TENSION AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT

IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED ITTTT!!!!!!!

ASKSKS YES I love the idea that Yuuji set that as his own ringtone LMFAO like he wanted a special one that suits HIM!!!

I am lovingggg writing the slow burn!!! No joke when I was writing the almost kiss scene my heart was RACINGG!!! Gaahhh I love it it’s so fun :) the payoff will be so satisfying when it happens !!!

Thank you for your kind words <3

[vityuuwrites]

Know we didnt talk in a while and I hope u okk now... also wondering if u wanna do a vicuuri x never let me down?

Chose a random nr from my playlist and it was kinda lucky :)

ahhh i’m good now yeah, ty for worrying!! hope you are too <333 i’m sorry this is so late ASKSKS i hope you like it!! i might or might not have written most of it during a lecture whoops,,, also ty for the request! 

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Victor is used to hiding everything behind a smile.

He never talks about his feelings – there's no space for them in skating. Maybe there was years ago, when he was still bright-eyed and hopeful, when love coloured his every move, his every jump and he was filled with indescribable joy after every performance. When skating was something he did because he loved it and not only because it was the only thing he was good at.

But now, Victor is Victor Nikiforov. He's Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, an untouchable god in skating no one could come close to, who was naturally good at it. Someone who never made mistakes, never faltered – he was the one person everyone wanted to catch up to, to push out of the top.

If they knew how lonely it was there, maybe they wouldn't want it because Victor is alone and he has to be alone. He has to be alone because he can't show any weakness to anyone.

Yuuri Katsuki is not like that.

It is almost like every single one of his emotions is etched onto his face, in the furrow between his eyebrows whenever he's anxious, or the shy turn of his lips whenever he's happy. His eyes sparkle when he's excited, his arms moving with the speed of his words. Victor feels warm whenever he looks at him.

He never thought that the man who swept him off his feet – quite literally – at that banquet so long ago would one day be moving in with him. He never thought that this level of happiness was possible. Not for him.

It made him want to be more open with himself. He wanted to share the parts of himself he kept hidden for so long – the lonely, broken parts of him that he never let anyone see – with the world.

Or just with Yuuri. There wasn't much difference to him, after all.

It was hard, though. His mind was, is and forever will be a dark, dark place that he sometimes sunk into. It was never as bad as Yuuri had it, he didn't think, but his thoughts were still hard to escape.

Victor Nikiforov is 28 years old. He is 28 years old which means his body is a ticking bomb just ready to go off at any seconds.

He knows he only has maybe one or two good seasons left. He can feel it in the hollow ache of his muscles all the way down to his bones, in the way his knees buckle when he lands a jump and his stamina is starting to get worse.

He only has one or two good seasons left in him and he doesn't want them to go to waste.

Maybe deciding to get back to skating was a bad idea. Maybe Victor should have let himself be blown out like a candle while he was still at his peak, suddenly and without a warning before people around him started noticing his weakness.

But he wanted to skate with Yuuri.

Him returning to the ice made Yuuri happy.

Victor lives for making Yuuri happy.

“Victor?” Yuuri says, breaking Victor out of his thoughts. Yuuri turns from the pan he is hunched over. His eyebrows crease with worry. “Are you ok?”

Victor forces a smile as he taps his fingers against the marble island stretching out over the middle of the kitchen. “Of course I am, Yuuri. Why’d you ask?”

Yuuri fully turns to him. “You’ve been awfully quiet since we’ve returned from practice.”

Victor hesitates for a second too long and he knows that Yuuri sees right through him. Still, he glances away as to not face his gaze. “I’m fine.”

Yuuri frowns but he does not pry, just turns back to the omelette he’s making.

Victor is grateful for that.

-

Victor is laying in the dark with the soft buzz of snowflakes hitting his window a backdrop to his thoughts. His hand is curled around Yuuri’s waist, rubbing the warm skin while Yuuri’s hair tickles at his chest and his breath strokes across his collarbones. He watches the cracks across his ceiling, like cracks under skates that split the smooth surface of the ice.

His eyes glance at his hand that spreads out across the sheet. The golden ring glints in the sliver of moonlight. His lips curl into a smile.

It is the only gold he ever won that does not feel like a shackle around his neck.

“Yuuri?” he whispers into the peaceful room. “Are you awake?”

“Mmm,” Yuuri murmurs and shifts in his hold. Bleary eyes turn to face him. Victor’s hand tightens on his waist. “I am now.”

Victor huffs out a laugh as his eyes turn back towards the ceiling. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he whispers. “I was just checking.”

Yuuri’s hair tickles him through his silk pajama top as he shakes his hand. “It’s ok, I don’t mind. We don’t have practice tomorrow morning, anyway.”

“True.” He keeps his gaze on the ceiling. “I’m still sorry.”

Yuuri’s hand moves from the sheet to hold Victor’s. He gives it a squeeze.

“Yuuri?” he says again after a minute of silence that presses heavy against his chest. “Can I…” He bites his bottom lip as he struggles to say something. Anything. He knows Yuuri will not judge him if he does.

The words still get stuck in the back of his throat.

Yuuri lifts his head from Victor’s chest and shifts higher to tilt his head so their gazes meet. “Victor?” he says softly.

Victor loosens a shaky breath and searches his eyes. He squeezes his hand tighter. “I’m scared,” he finally manages to choke out and sighs as tears gather at the corners of his eyes. He roughly wipes them away with the back of his hand.

Yuuri blinks. His hand grips Victor’s and gently pushes it away in favour of wiping the wetness away himself. “Of what?” he whispers, hand lingering against his cheek.

Victor nuzzles into it like a kitten and gives another shaky sigh. “I don’t know,” he says, gritting his teeth together. He looks back up towards the ceiling so he does not have to face him. “Nothing. Everything.”

“Is this why you’ve been awfully quiet today?” Yuuri asks. His voice is soft and caring and Victor wants to weep. He does not know why; it is just pressing heavily against very being.

“Maybe? I’ve just been too stuck in my mind.” He presses an arm over his eyes to hide the tear that slides down his cheek. It feels freezing cold. “I hate it. I hate it so much.”

Yuuri’s hand squeezes the hand he’s holding. “Victor…” he leans in to wrap his arms around him, pulling his head against his chest. Victor’s shoulders shake and he burrows his face into his chest as he gives a silent sob.

“Is there anything I can do?” Yuuri’s warm hand strokes circles into his scalp. Victor releases another shaky breath.

“I’m scared,” he says again, voice tight as he attempts to gather his thoughts. “I’m scared, Yuuri.”

Yuuri presses a soft kiss against the crown of his hair. “It’s ok, let it all out, it’s ok,” he whispers and Victor feels something inside of him break. His tears flow out freely, and he hiccups as he clutches at him like a lifeline.

“ It’s just,” he starts and scowls, his tears staining Yuuri’s sleeping shirt. “It’s just… I’m scared this is my last good season. I’m scared because I’m 28 and skating is the only thing I’ve done for more than 20 years. I don’t know how to do anything else, I don’t want to retire but I also know I need to because I – I can feel it. I wobble on jumps, I get tired too easily, I’m one knee injury away from retiring anyway. But I also don’t want to retire yet because – because you taught me to love skating again and I’ve just started to enjoy it again and – and ---”

Victor grits his teeth together. Yuuri just silently holds him.

“And I don’t want to let you down,” Victor adds in a near whisper as he grasps at him tighter and curls up into himself. “I know you want to skate with me and I want to skate with you and even saying that I want to skate is amazing because I was going to retire this season but I really, really want to but I’m scared that if I return I’ll just let everyone down. Everyone expects me to be so amazing all the time but I can’t be and I know I need to retire before I’m forced to by an injury.”

Victor takes a deep breath and slumps against himself. He squeezes his eyes shut.

Yuuri’s hand moves to rub his back. “How long have you been sitting on that?” he asks, voice feather-light and gentle. Victor gives a little laugh.

“A while,” he admits. “I’m… not used to talking about my feelings. I didn’t think anyone would care as long as I skated alright.”

Yuuri’s lips find the crown of his head again. “Thank you for telling me,” he says and when Victor looks up at his face, bathed in pearly moonlight, he sees he is smiling. Victor closes his eyes when Yuuri brushes his bangs out of them.

“I hope I didn’t pressure you into returning to the ice,” Yuuri continues and cups his cheek. His hand is warm against his freezing cheek. Victor sobs and nuzzles into it again, trying to control his breathing.

“You didn’t, I did it because I wanted to skate alongside you.”

“Good, because I never want to pressure you into anything.” His lips find his forehead. “You’d never let me down, Vitya. Never. You can flub as many jumps you want, you can retire, hell, you can move to Antarctica and stay there to, I don’t know, study the penguins alone, I would always be in awe of you. I would always love you.” He hesitates. “You know that, don’t you?”

Victor sobs louder and presses his hand against his mouth. “I-I’m trying,” he admits. “I’m…Not used to that.”

Love always felt conditional to him. If he skated well, the audience loved him. If he behaved (though he rarely did), Yakov loved him. If he scored well, Russia loved him.

If he stays untouchable, if he overworks himself into exhaustion, if he stays the living legend, the world loves him.

“Oh, Vitya,” Yuuri breathes and squeezes him closer. His hands fist at the back of his shirt. “You don’t have to do anything special for me to love you. I won’t love you less if you fuck up, if you’re not always the best. You can never let me down. You saw me at my worst and you never ran away. Why would I?”

“I—I don’t know,” he says, voice shaking. He bites back another sob and takes a deep breath. “It felt like you would.”

“Never.” Yuuri starts stroking his hair again, hand shaking the tiniest bit. “You’re stuck with me, Vitya. I can’t promise you that you won’t fall and injure yourself tomorrow. I can’t promise you that your body won’t catch up with you.”

Victor glances up at Yuuri’s face when Yuuri’s hand urges him to look him in the eyes. He sniffles, another tear leaking down his warm cheek.

“But what I can promise you,” Yuuri continues and gives him a watery smile as he wipes it away. “Is that if those do happen, I’ll be here. If you decide you want to retire, I’ll be here. I won’t leave you. I could never leave you. I love you too much.”

Victor throws his arms around him and sobs softly into his shoulder, shaking as Yuuri’s hand warms him down to his core when it draws nonsense shapes Victor’s too lost to recognise.

“I love you too,” he answers shakily when a few minutes pass and his breathing starts to slow, his shaking a mere tremor compared to how he began. He pulls away only slightly, so slight their chests still touch, to give Yuuri a watery smile just as the moon peeks out from behind a thick cloud and sheds a sliver of light over Yuuri’s porcelain-smooth face. “I love you so much.”

He buries his head into the crook of his neck again, pressing a soft kiss to the warm skin he finds there. “What have I ever done to deserve someone as amazing as you?” he breathes in deeply to ground himself.

“Existed,” Yuuri says and brushes his hair away from his face before their hands twine again.

Victor starts softly weeping anew.

[autistic-ace-bee]

hi ! you're back :D

things:

- go onto personality database. search up show/movie name. filter by type and click infp. check out the characters ennenograms to get an idea!

- search up the meanings of the numbers if you want!!

- quizzes !!

- drink some water and eat some food !!

okay i'll start by doing the enneagram personality tests aksks

not sure what this means yet askksks

okay yeah sounds like me

got 9 on another quiz! shits getting a bit reliable

this one thinks im a 7??

asksks okay yeah that definitely sounds like me

avoids conflict... doesnt discriminate or judge... very empathetic... "When they are in the grips of their compulsion (avoiding conflict), their ego makes them lazy and idle forgetting about themselves, neglecting their needs and those of others. forgetting about themselves, neglecting their needs and those of others." asksk yep yep very true....

"Their defence mechanism is dissociation: they dissociate themselves from pain and discomfort by muting their conscience and getting lost in replacement things (TV, distractions, food, etc) to escape reality. They distract themselves so as to forget about feelings, needs and wants." WHAT THE FUCK WHY IS THE VICE AND DEFENCE MECANISM PART SO ACCURATE AKSKSKS

"9s are warm, patient, receptive, open-minded, humble, thoughtful, kind, inspire peace, easily see different points of view, know how to prioritise and can be very good mediators.

They are at ease when their physical comforts are met (food, sleep, sex, etc) and when people around them are at peace. Then, they lean towards their integration type (type 3) and the latter’s positive traits are incorporated into their behaviour. Thus, they become more active, energetic, productive and efficient." askksksk so accurate??? whaatt

"In the grips of their compulsion, 9s can become passive, inefficient, resigned, stubborn (especially if pressure is put on them), too conciliatory, indecisive and have low self esteem.

If the situation doesn’t improve, they will lean towards their disintegration type (type 6) and adopt the latter’s negative traits into their behaviours. They can thus become more suspicious, doubtful, wary, anxious, tense and reactive. They become more passive-aggressive and obstinate." ALSO SO TRUE WHAT THE FUCK ASK ME A FEW QUESTIONS AND YOU KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME :O

"9w8s are more adventurous, confident and sociable but can also be more stubborn and cold." yep so true so true if the vibes are right im really sociable but if they aint right,,, im a glacier askksks

OVERALL SO SURPRISED BY HOW ACCURATE THIS IS???? I REALLY NEED TO READ THE OTHER ONES NOW. WHICH DID YOU SAY YOU WERE AGAIN?? ?

[odd-minute]

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I was tagged by @chunghamor! thank you love! and sorry for answering it so late! I was a bit busy and my blog was living on queue.

Rules: go to https://www.random.org/lists/ and list 15 biases, then fill out the following.

1. Mom/dad: Sana [Twice]! She would be such a cool mum it’d be amazing. Like she’d be strict but also supportive? She’d definitely want to see her child succeed.

2. Sibling: Changmin [TVXQ]! We’d absolutely wreck havoc together and then he’d have to take the blame for it akskkj.

3. Grandma/grandpa: Jihyo [Twice]! Would nag for a bit but then join us in our shenanigans 

4. Haunts you: Hoshi [SVT], he’s probably the type of ghost to blast music next to your ear in the middle of the night and get the party started. Also definitely invisible source of dumbass ideas.

5. Boyfriend/girlfriend: G-DRAGON! oh! that’s nice, I’d really look forward to talking to him and discussing our opinions and ideas. He’s such an interesting person.

6. Your ex: Hani [EXID], oh no!! what did I do wrong, please queen come back!!

7. Your best friend: Heechul [SuJu], the amount of salt and bickering asksks, ready to murder each other but also other people who disrespect the other one.

8. Proposed to you: Taemin [SHINee] it’s official, I’m going to be married to a dumbass.

9. Your boss: Jeonghan [SVT], we are running a private detective agency, spying on other people together. definitely.

10. Random person you met at a bar: Hyuna, we’d better had a sexy dance movie scene together or I’m going to fight.

11. Rival: Xiumin [EXO], enemies turned best friends asksks

12. First kiss: Sunmi, wE HIT A JACKPOT LADS!

13. Drunk and singing karaoke with: Minho [SHINee] what a beautiful disastrous idea! i’m in!!

14. Played seven minutes in heaven with: LE [EXID]... ... I’d be longer than 7 minutes because you can bet I’m not going to let it last so short.

15. Gave you your favorite dessert: Wheein [Mamamoo]! We’re eating ice cream on our summer date!

I tag @mrsflamingcharisma @ayutonon @katiee-white @lonelyskeletonflower

[boltwrites]

oh no it wasn't bc i don't like him smth like that,, i may simp for bolin but i still love mako. i just never thought of us as similar ya know?? and i used that link and did my birth char, there's so much information wow i have no idea what any of it means,, oh well lmao. also cockcuddling asksks that sent me - 🌻

oh no i feel that! i just feel like Mako gets so much hate now that it’s my default reaction to try and defend him lmao

also! for ur chart ur rising sign and moon sign are your personal signs! your moon sign deals with how you deal with yourself and your emotions, how you view yourself and your inner world! your rising sign is like what people think of you as a first impression and the energy you put off into the world initially!

mercury signs are really cool but ppl don’t talk about them! they’re how you process knowledge and interact with others academically and through debate! venus signs deal with how you view friendships and romantic relationships, and mars signs deal with your sexual energy and aggression. hope this helped a little! if you’re not into astrology that’s fine, i just think it’s neat to look at that sort of stuff!

[u3pxx]

uh oh the nostalgia got me

[u3pxx]

head in my hands now remembering why i don't watch horror movies of any kind orz

[u3pxx]

happy tsukkiyama day to those who celebrate 🌙⛰️✨

like this art? it's a print, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

i'm so bad with dates i didn't even realize today's numbers were 11 and 12 ASKSKS (also i missed POCKY DAY? man, i had an idea for a doodle for that but oh well. i'll still draw it fdgfdhd)

i almost panicked about not having any art for tskym day bc cmon.... they're my boys........ but thankfully i had a deadline to finish some art prints last week and now here we are pftt

the process for this one is a little different from what i'd consider my usual way of drawing. i usually do lineart, flat colors, rendering, and yadda yadda, but maybe it's because i've been doing a lot of painterly disco elysium art lately that i decided to just paint over the scaled-up thumbnail and see where it takes me! (you can see in the timelapse me struggling over cleanly inking tsukki's face before i went 'screw this' LOL)

drawing this was pretty fun! i always wanted to try out my painterly style outside of disco elysium fanart and now i've done it! (well, done it again, bc i've kind of tried it for kghn day too pftt)

there is still something very charming abt the thumbnail in my humble onion, i don't think i was able to retain the exact silent tenderness in tsukki's face from the thumbnail in the final thing but oh well, c'est la vie dghdj (also me drawing yammers with visible nostrils jumpscare [this is only funny to me ASKSK])

[u3pxx]

💛🕊️ Five times Aziraphale gave Crowley a gift plus one time Crowley gave a gift in return.

DID YOU KNOW THAT @contritecactite, once again, wrote a VERY GOOD fic about my bad omens spouses??? and it's so wonderfully GOOD???!?!?!!

anywhooo, a very big special thanks again to elle for writing this! it's been just a real treat talking to them and the klapollomb gomens s2 support group about bad omens 🥺 i'm really, really thankful that y'all decided to indulge me and my freakingg swap au wheezes <33

i'm gonna cut myself off here and ramble more under keep reading :0]

like these drawings? they're prints, here! | like what i do? support me on ko-fi!

seeing this get written was an experience! one of the things keeping me alive during prelim exams LOL if i remember correctly, this kind of started bc i was curious if bomens zira would actually have, i guess, a real demon equivalent the way shax (stork), beelzebub (fly), and furfur (deer) do. so i looked up the words 'crow demon' and whaddya know!

a crow demon!! and what's that? "cause Love"?

what a perfect fit for demon!aziraphale! and really, i was only messing around the first time i had the idea of "haha lol wouldn't it be funny if demon aziraphale was a crow", and then bam! all of it started to, surprisingly, fit well together pfttt (special thanks to bepo for being the one to piece it all together wheezes <33) (also, just really thank you all for bouncing ideas with me, it really does make me happy dfgdhjd <3333)

and then elle wrote a little snippet at first (IIRC) and then he just feakign!!!!!!! WOAGH!!!!!!! just, tasty delicious words, a fic that made me kick my feet like i was a schoolgirl while reading the whole thing ASKSKS <333

i'm really happy with all the spot art i drew for this! wanted it to look very uhhh, i wouldn't say storybook, but watercolor illustrations were definitely a huge inspiration! i wanted them to feel as nice and cozy as YOU would feel while reading elle's fic <3

i do gotta thank elle again for making these two fem-presenting when they were at the dowlings' bc then i get to draw butch gardener crowley. do you know how much that means to me? do you know do you do y do you know how m how much that how m b butches butches butches .

and a little bonus, one where crowley did not want to pose for the painting PFTT

i am once again putting the link here if you've scrolled this far down without reading it yet, go! go! go!!! IT'S SO GOOD!!!! <3333

[u3pxx]

you two can't just "ah... eto bleh" your way out of this one!

finally got to draw for ineffablerevau october! wanted to make something for the first day's prompt, "meet the cast", so i can finally introduce eve young here too! :^D and hey, better [looks at smudged writing on hand] 14 days late for the prompt instead of never, yea? extra stuff under read more!

really most of my ideas for anything are just "wouldn't it be silly if" or sometimes the occasional "wouldn't it be fucked up if" but that's bc i like tragedy and hurt </3 so i've had the idea of wouldn't it be neat if eve was trans in this au, just for fun DFGHDJ

she fractured her rib during football practice and then realized in the nurse's office "i think im a girl" ASKSKS (it was a long time coming but the rib thing was a catalyst pftt /j) (also get it, the rib thing, because she's EV

edit: forgot to mention her colors are an inverse of adam's colors!

once again and always, thank you to the gomens support group in the minibang server bc y'all always have such fun ideas and i love talking to yall <33 thank u for handling my insane and acoustic ramblings about my au very nicelys <33 ASKSKS

i also was thinking of giving crowley short hair for this one except I'm so used to him with the longer hair DFGHFJ, but then i remembered i made his hair timeline reversed in this so instead he has short hair 11 years before that he just grew longer pftt

[u3pxx]

Maybe the victim I'm the Frankenstein case is Frankenstein himself and you gotta defend Ysa despite not being sure if she did it

i've actually thought about the defendant angle with her too before the red herring idea, i think she'd be like will powers where she looks intimidating at first but THEN...! also intimidating after unlike will bc that's just how she is (she's also still a lovely person of course pftt)

im still figuring out how the hell am i gonna pull off the pun with her supposed dad ASKSK like i GUESS some aa characters have just regular names but where is the fun in that

ok as i was typing this my brain did go victor laive -> tor (thor?) laive -> thorn laive (torn alive) and ouhhsgfdgh is it too gruesome for aa for someone to get killed via getting torn apart because uh oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(beck queenychu also did throw like the idea that the case that ysa is in being like a halloween-themed casefic with other characters also inspired by famous monsters and im so into that idea)

[vityuuwrites]

i need you here to stay

ok so the new news got me Feeling Things so i ended up writing this. it feels so good to be back, y’all

word count: 0,6k

pairing: victuuri

also i still have a request i’ll be working on now so for now, just have this ASKSKS

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Victor wakes up to the tingle of lips pressing warm kisses all over his face, sunshine tickling his skin. He bites back a smile.

“Morning, Vitya,” a warm voice croons in his ear and Victor cracks open an eye to send a fond smile Yuuri’s way. He looks splendid, his hair a messy crown around his face with the sun creating a halo around him. His eyes gaze at him with the same intense warmth Victor feels in his chest.

“Morning, my love,” he says, voice cracking with sleep. He reaches out to wrap his arms around his frame and pull him on top of him to nuzzle his face in his hair. He lets out a happy little sigh as he holds him tighter. Yuuri’s shoulders shake with his soft laughter before he returns the gesture.

“We really should be getting out of bed.” Despite his words, Yuuri stays nestled against Victor’s chest, fingers drawing shapes against the cotton of his pajamas. Victor smiles.

“I’d really rather not,” he murmurs in return, humming as his fingers start stroking through Yuuri’s hair. It spills like softly-spun silk between his fingers, having grown longer in the time they’ve been living together. Yuuri sinks into his touch, pushing into his hand as his fingers dip under his pajamas. Victor gives a gasp as he feels something freezing against his skin.

“Don’t let Yakov hear you,” Yuuri says, voice warm with amusement as he pokes at his back. A bit petulant, Victor wrinkles his nose and makes a noise of discomfort.

“Yuuri, your fingers are cold,” he complains and wiggles in his hold. Yuuri’s chest vibrates against his.

“Are they?” he answers. “Guess you’ll have to get up to shake them off.”

Victor wrinkles his nose again. “Never.” He tightens his hold around him. “We’re staying in bed today, coach’s orders.”

Yuuri’s sigh tickles his neck. “Vitya,” he pleads and pulls back a bit, his lips quirking in a tiny smile that lights up his face. Victor could spend forever mapping out the slopes of Yuuri’s face, kissing every inch of skin he could reach and tracing his jaw with his fingers.

Victor smiles back, pulling back a hand to cup his hand against his cheek. Yuuri nuzzles into it like a kitten. His face turns to press a kiss against his palm.

“Yuuri,” he coos in return, leaning up to press a lingering kiss against his lips. Yuuri keeps his mouth stubbornly closed.

“Morning breath,” he warns, chuckling. Victor pouts like a child. Yuuri pokes his cheek.

“Come on, Vitya, get up and brush your teeth and you get to kiss me all you want.”

Victor presses his lips together in thought. “Fine,” he relents, brushing his bangs out of his eyes. Yuuri’s smile widens. “But I get as many kisses as I want for my struggle.”

“Promise,” Yuuri agrees and leans down to press another warm kiss against his forehead before he rolls off him. Victor whines at the sudden loss of warmth, starting to reach for him before he realizes what he is doing. He sighs and carefully sits up, rubbing his arms to ward off the cold.

Yuuri is already fully dressed, he realizes when he looks at him – gorgeous in one of Victor’s favourite red hoodies with the image of Makkachin on the front and soft joggers. Yuuri stretches and turns a smile and wink his way before he walks out of the room, Makkachin’s bark the last thing Victor hears before Yuuri closes the door.

Victor is left sitting on the bed, smiling widely as he listens for Yuuri’s laughter when Makkachin pushes him on the floor in his excitement.

Victor has no idea what he did to deserve this. This sort of warm, domestic bliss he never dreamed he’d have.

All he knows is he never wants to let go of it.