#lee Yuri

[sophies-junkyard]

No you’re not hearing me. It’s the way that entire gala is referencing this panel. He’s canonically cosplaying Viktor Nikiforov. It’s all from the halloween party comic. Are you listening. Do you hear me. They healed them. This panel was the only gumlee moment for like 7 years. Do you understand.

[8d2t]

original bubbline and bubbline yaoi we miss you

[chxshiya]

Squid game 2

[glue-bubbles]

tyzula offering

[good-yvesning]

complicated feelings

[valnvy]

i go insane everytime i think about them

[sillybillylulu]

Hello tyzula nation I'm back from the dead or something like that

[bluntbambzie]

hiii drew more lottie lee !!!!!! there is nothing casual about them Ever

[ryoheiii]

[writingmeraki]

cherry flavoured lips, blueberry stained tongue — a m.m drabble.

★ pairing : moon minho x sorta!enemy!reader, enemies to ?? ★ genre : fluff, sillieness, new!! unresolved feelings. ★ warnings : cussing, alcohol consumption,being drunk. ★ w.c : 2.4k | a/n at the end.

The artificially blueberry flavoured mojito was truly full of hidden surprises. It had a tangy taste but it was also sweet. Almost obnoxiously sweet but somehow it was the right amount. And oh, it also dyed your tongue a ridiculous electric blue. Pretty sure your lips also looked the same. 

It was a regular party. As regular as it could be with the group of people around you. All talented, beautiful, rich and young people gathered around to celebrate the occasion of ‘finally the long ass exhausting week is over.’ Truly an event. You fit only in the latter definition of said group. Perhaps on the best days,you might fit into the first.

You’re not even sure how you were able to persuade yourself to come here but your very convincing lab partner had a pretty manipulative tactic. 

 Q claimed it was the best way to make amends with him and also for putting up as his lab partner,knowing how exhausting it likely was. 

To be fair, he was right. And also like mentioned, his persuasion tactics were seriously another weapon of destruction. You didn’t even last fifteen seconds before you said yes. How unfair. 

Him being  Q’s best friend,Minho,the same guy you made an enemy out of. Enemy might be a far stretch but from the way he glared at you the moment you entered through the door, you are sure his thoughts were not too far off from that. 

[ a mini flashback ]

It was the same guy you’d bumped into. Quite literally. Twice. On two separate occasions and in both of them…it was your fault. The first time, you spilled coffee all over his white shirt. It was not even your coffee! But he didn’t know that.

All he knew was a stupidly clumsy person ruined his expensive white shirt and dashed. You dashed cause you were horribly late, only offering a few apologies and in response you most likely got cusses. Not that you’d know cause you didn’t even get a chance to fully see him other than how hauntingly handsome he looked. 

Pretty eyes, perfectly styled hair with loose strands, pretty lips. And ruined white shirt with a brown stain. You actually got scared to think if you’d ever see him and how you’d answer. 

It was truly the scenario of all your worst fears coming true during the second time you bumped into him. This one though was not anyone’s fault. You were exiting the university when you turned the corner and just ran into someone. 

“Fucking hell!” You heard him yell out and actually had to pause from how familiar it sounded. Last time you heard it, it was also cussing. Your eyes widened when you realised it was the pretty brown eyed guy you ran into a while ago. 

“You!” Seems like he realized too. And he was definitely not happy about it if his glare and jaw clenched was not evident enough. 

“Urm- I’m very-”

“Y/N! Hey!” You were very grateful for the intervention but furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as Q walked up beside the guy. 

“Hey,Q?” You said skeptically as your eyes darted between the two. 

“Ah I see you’ve met  Minho,  Minho this is Y/N, my lab partner and Y/N this is  Minho, my best friend.” He grinned widely as he said, not exactly picking up on the tension between you two.  Q frowned, his expression completely going down as if the aspect of his best friend knowing you made him feel worse. It probably did.

“I-uh-well.” Just as you were about to say something, you didn’t even know where to begin, apologize? Twice? Tell Q you knew him? You got interrupted as your familiar ringtone rang loudly. 

Your brother could not have better timing. 

Pulling out your phone, you did your best apologetic expression you could. You knew it was not enough but you also really did have to dash. 

“I’m sorry, I have to go now, I’ll see you next time?” 

“Oh yeah sure sure.”  Q was oblivious, but  Minho rolled his eyes and looked away, scoffing. 

You knew for sure he’d probably tell Q everything. How you were the one who ruined a perfectly good shirt and how you don’t even have the basic decency to apologize. 

On your part, you did try finding him. You even lingered around that same place and cafe to find him but of course your luck, it did seem he was closer than you thought and were looking for him in the wrong places. 

So now that you'd gotten the perfect way to apologize, you figured you should. And in came in being more than just a lab partner to Q and becoming his friend. 

You knew it the next time you saw Q, Minho had told him everything from the mischievous glint in his eyes and the smug teasing smirk. 

“So, you’re the coffee spiller huh?” You groaned into your hands, hiding your embarrassed face as you sighed out. 

“I swear I didn’t mean it- I tried to apologize but I was running really late and- it was not even my coffee in the first place!” 

He chuckled at your rambling, shaking his head, “Honestly I found it hilarious. It was funny to see him so worked up over it. But the apology should not be towards me.” 

You nodded knowingly, “Yeah I know, I know. I feel terrible about it. I was thinking of- well I thought of it a while ago but say do you happen to have the exact same brand name and his size details?” 

Luckily or more so, obviously he did. The price of it did make you realize this was going to cut down plenty of your own self-treatment weekends but you think it was the least you could do and in no time, did you have the exact same shirt, in the same shade of white ( there were more than one to your surprise ), and the perfect fitting ( courtesy to Q ). It was hard to find the place to buy it due to your lack of knowledge in this department but again, courtesy to Q and the impromptu shopping spree (on his end), you were able to find it. 

Now the opportunity to give it to the owner was left. 

After a debate with Q about how you were overthinking just simply calling him to meet you and giving it to him then, he came up with the simplest idea. His words, not yours.

“Come to this small get-together on Saturday then.”

“A party is not exactly my scene. Not right now at least.”

“Oh come on! If you’re not wanting to meet him personally then come there, he’ll be there.” 

That was all it took. 

(you will not admit it to him but his pleading eyes played a huge part)

[ end of mini flashback ]

Here you are now,deciding to drink blueberry mojito instead of the alcohol offered to you, so you could at least stay sober and apologise like you mean it. With the apology gift but not a gift more like what you owed him, sitting in your car. 

You regretted not being drunk enough to be able to get out of your stiffness. You were way too sober for the conversations that were happening. It did not help that you could feel Minho practically eyeing you in a condescending way that made you feel more guilty. 

 Minho Moon did not even really care about the ruined shirt. He had plenty. The main reason he was pissed at you was because how…not pissed at you he was. 

He really should be, you ran into him twice, you did not even apologize to him even when you already know him now personally. He should be but he finds himself exactly the opposite.

He heard about you through Q. How you were pretty much the only one who’d even take studying seriously but how you had a sneaking sense of humor and an actual personality hidden beneath your whole persona. He wanted to know you more, and it was frustrating to him that he had no idea on how to do so. It was not like him to be so confused on how to make the first move and that confusion was the reason he was so annoyed.

It was one hilarious scene actually. 

“Let’s play spin the bottle!”  Q announced way too loudly, a sign he had had a little too much to drink. You almost flinched because you were not even paying attention to him as you tried to come up with how to approach  Minho without seeming too desperate.

You were sitting on a single chair couch, holding your drink in one hand with your legs crossed as you looked at him. 

“Y/N come on, you're joining!” Q spoke up as he held his hand out for you to take to join them at the dining table to which your eyes widened and shook your head.

“What are you doing?!”

“You look so miserable here, just have some fun come on!”

You were screaming on the inside, once again regretting drinking only a damn mojito and not having enough alcohol to get through this. 

“Fine, but first get me some beer.”

And that was how you found yourself, with seven people in a circle around a table playing spin the bottle like a bunch of teenagers. It was likely the alcohol that everyone consumed way over their age limit that caused the effect of bringing out their inner teens. 

“So why don't we switch up the game a little? Whoever it lands on, has to do a dare collectively given by the group?”

Alisa, a girl from your Physics class you remember, said. She was the definition of elegant yet simple. Blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect symmetrical face. Totally the type of any guy.

You wonder why your eyes drifted to the one on her right, sitting with his head in his hand, looking almost bored but you could definitely tell he was sorta tipsy.

And you were feeling the same too, as suddenly you began to wonder how his pretty pink lips would taste like. Usually, pink lips means pink flavours, your favourite was cherry.

 Minho did look like the type to taste like cherries on a warm summer afternoon.  

Yeah, you were a fucking lightweight. 

“Wooo! It landed on you, Y/N!” Suddenly came a voice and with it, a shove to your back as you were brought back from your cherry flavour lips and spilled coffee daydreams.

The  enthusiastic boy was more out of it than you for sure, his flushed cheeks, warm brown eyes looking at you like you held the mood for him quite literally and his overly enthusiastic nature being tenfold pretty much all a tell tale sign.

“-didn’t get that, can you repeat?” You asked slowly as you blinked at him beside you. 

“The bottle see- it means it's your turn to do a dare.” He pointed at the green glass bottle used as a spinner that was now pointing in your general direction—indicating your turn. 

“Oh.”

“Now let's see.” You didn't think you needed to be sober to know the look on Q’s face was surely not innocent. In fact, he might as well come up with something as weird as—

“You have to kiss—no wait—you have to kiss the person you find most attractive here!” 

And there it was. 

“I'm sorry what?”

You could hear some people giggling about, mostly in amusement, and some hushed whispers. You could also hear your heart rate slowly pick up.

“It's simple Y/N, whoever you find the most attractive in between this circle, you go up to them and kiss them. It's all up to you.”

No it was not up to you. It really wasn't. You really didn't want to do this. But it was your turn, some people were looking at you too expectantly and your thoughts didn't exactly connect with your brain properly. It all seemed mushy. And blurry. But the good kind. 

And so you stood up and looked back at Q with narrow eyes. His smirk only widened as he wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and looked away.  

“Go on,” You wondered if this was truly where all your life decisions led you to. But also, the alcohol was now getting to your head and before you could even think about it, you moved around and stood in front of him. 

Sitting down in front of him atop the mini table, you tilted your head, eyes narrowing.

Gulping, your voice came out gently, “Can I?”

Minho was frozen. The moment you moved towards his general direction after that stupid dare, he simply couldn’t think. He wasn’t even intoxicated yet he felt like it as he stared into your eyes. 

Sighing out slowly, he blinked twice before nodding. He could feel his own heartbeat picking up pace. 

He never felt more unsure in one moment and so sure in the next the moment your lips touched his. 

You leaned closer, placing both your hands on his shoulders to stabilise yourself, knees touching as he rose up and moved closer to you, placing his own hands on your waist. 

It was an awkward position but it felt weirdly right. 

The kiss was subtle yet felt like so much, for one all you could think about was the softness of them, the way they tasted exactly like a mix of cherries with a hint of blueberry. Cherries under the sun. It was beginning to feel warmer.

His scent was intoxicating as well. 

Pulling away, you leaned your forehead on his for a moment, not even paying attention to the loud obnoxious cheering in the background. 

All you could think about was,

Oh my fucking God. I just kissed him. I was supposed to apologise but I kissed him?!

Minho couldn’t breathe, he felt if he did all of this would fade away and it would simply be another dream. But it was as real as the way your eyes widened in disbelief, as real as the way his own mouth was stained slightly blue now, as real as his own heart feeling like it might explode. 

Abruptly standing up, you pushed him away as you stepped aside. 

“I-I’m so so sorry. I have to- I have to go.” 

And before Minho could even understand, you grabbed your purse and phone, walked–rushed out the door, heart racing fast as you descended down the stairs, shirt sitting forgotten in your car, apology left on the tip of your tongue as you rang your brother up.

“Hey? Can you please pick me up?”

★ a/n : here we goooo first minho work of the year hehe and ofc in true pri fashion a cliffhanger???? y'all probs hate me for it but it was all i could think of rn so pls forgvie me? i did not want it to be too half assed further because this was written at very different times and infact for a whole diff fandom, but there's more to come that is if you liked this lol and also overall first work of the year too?!? lmk what you think !!!! more minho and even possibly dae works to come!!

also confession im yet to finish season 2.....haha forgive me, i'll finish it soon enough :"D but let me know what you thought of it tooo!!

to h&c pt 2 waiters that is they exist....well idk much about what i'll be doing of it cause honestly pt 1 is just...yikes haha. but let's see. do you still want one? be honest plk <3

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[veryblushyswitch]

Ugh these two make my hopeless romantic heart soar 🦋🦋🦋💖💖💖

Lack of communication | Victuuri

A/N: After, apparently, one year, we finally wrote this 1 prompt 2 fics thingy Ginny and I came up with. We're so ashamed that it took way too much time, but other projects and irl things happened, but they're finally here and we hope you enjoy them!

Thanks to anon for sending such cute prompt!

Summary: Yuuri has always been shy, but why is he suddenly avoiding his lover?! Victor is in distress and doesn't know what to do anymore!

Words: 3,044

Yuuri was acting weird. Very weird.

Victor couldn't say exactly what it was, but there was something that just didn't fit Yuuri's usual behavior. He seemed constantly nervous and it was true that his cute japanese boyfriend was, most of the times, shy around him, blushing and giggling quietly, but this was just not common. Yuuri would completely avoid Victor's gaze and would quickly turn his head if their eyes ever met, his cheeks turning as red as cherries.

Victor felt more worried about this than what he liked to admit. It was like they were back to base one, when he appeared in Yuuri's family' onsen, claiming that he was his new coach. It was like coming back to the time when Yuuri would try to keep as much distance around Victor as possible, and Victor couldn't help but get a bit nervous himself. 

He had tried to talk it out with Yuuri, like normal couples would do, thinking that that could solve the problem quickly, but his attempts all were useless. Yuuri would simply brush it off, saying that it was nothing yet, he always started to sweat and blush and stutter nervously. Of course it wasn't nothing and, to add to his strange behavior, Yuuri was overreacting to every little thing Victor ever did around him:

If he moved too fast, Yuuri would flinch heavily. 'Oh, I'm sorry Yuuri, did I scare you?'

If he touched any part of his body, Yuuri would squeak loudly. 'Oh no, are you hurt there, Yuuri?'

If he breathed too close to him, Yuuri would jump and flush to the tip of his ears.  'A-Ah, I'm not sure what I did, but I'm sorry, Yuuri!'

It was so frustrating and extremely painful. It had been a while since his heart felt so tight inside his chest. Not even when they had turning their relationship into a romantic one did Yuuri act this way.

Was this because of something Victor had done? Had he made Yuuri uncomfortable in any way? Worse still... Yuuri didn't love him anym- no, enough. Overthinking would not make him any good and it would not provide him a solution to his problem at all, but he just didn't know what to do anymore.

No matter how hard he tried to make Yuuri admit that there was something bothering him, the boy would simply brush it off and Victor racked his brain as to what could have caused Yuuri to start acting this way, but he just couldn't remember anything concrete. Any hint had possibly already been erased from Victor's mind.

He didn't want to get too pushy on Yuuri about this either, he didn't want to make him uncomfortable, but he felt it was affecting their relationship in a way. Now Victor was worried about getting too close to Yuuri, afraid the poor boy would be too surprised. However, the only real solution was to talk about it before Victor started losing hair, not because of age but because of the stress that this situation was causing him. 

He looked over at Yuuri who was fast asleep, still so early in the morning. His rosy cheek squished against Victor's chest. It was certainly a sight he couldn't get enough of, and his heart swelled with love as Yuuri mumbled Victor's name in his sleep and his lips curved into a silly, sleepy smile.

Look at him, being so cute while Victor was having an already stressful morning just thinking about their current situation, but Victor just could never resist Yuuri's charm, especially at the early hours of the day, so before he could stop himself, he started to pepper tiny kissing all over Yuuri's face, his lips melting into the soft and warm skin of his beloved, who was slowly beginning to wake up, his little smile widening.

"Vi-Vihihictor," he giggled softly, his voice raspy, yet soft. 

"Hmm? Good morning, Yuuri," Victor answered, still landing kisses all over Yuuri's face: his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, his lips. "Did you have a good sleep?"

"I- I dihid, but why are you- wahait!" 

Oh his sweet giggles made Victor's body feel so light, like floating in the clouds. It almost made him forget the terrible anxiety nibbling at the edges of his heart. Almost, almost, almost. 

"Because I love you, Yuuri," Victor mumbled between kisses, focusing on a spot near Yuuri's ear that he knew made him giggle most. "I love you so much, I can't get tired of kissing your sweet face."

Yuuri was giggling brightly, flushing and shrugging his shoulders in a weak attempt to protect himself from Victor. 

"W-Whahat are you sahaying? I knohow you lohohove me and Ihihihi- lehehet me tahahalk!" 

Victor whined, nibbling at Yuuri's cheek. "That's extactly what I've been trying to do, but you simply won't talk, Yuuri!"

He didn't want to sound so desperate, but this whole situation was really driving him crazy. However, he felt bad when Yuuri suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him with concern filling his beautiful brown eyes. 

"W-What do you mean, Victor?"

Victor was frowning and nearly pouting as he spoke against his will, his brain screaming at him to shut up, but his lips and tongue moving on their own: "You know! Flinching and squeaking every time I touch you or when I'm too close to you!" He said, repeating what he had already told him a few times. "I know you're shy, but you didn't act like that before? Why can't you tell me what's wrong?"

Victor felt his cheeks getting warm as he looked at Yuuri, still laying between his arms. Yuuri's face was turning redder and redder the more Victor looked at him, but he didn't say anything, his lips sealed in a thin line. 

Victor felt his lips trembling. "Could it be that you don't want to be my lover anym-

"No! No, please don't even finish that sentence!" Yuuri said, pulling his hands out from Victor's embrace to grab his face, but then his hands started to tremble softly and he seemed to turn tinier. "It's not like that. It's just… well… you see… you didn't do anything wrong, I just… the other day you…"

Victor's heart was beating hard against his ribcage. This was more than what he had ever accomplished before, and a wave of happiness coursed through his body. They were finally going to solve the problem. Victor was finally going to be able to get up in the morning without a heavy heart! Could it be that today- 

"It's... It's really... nothing Victor, I promise that- 

"Agh, Yuuri!" Victor groaned, pulling his lover closer, nearly crushing him in his embrace, his face hiding into Yuuri's neck. "C'mon Yuuri! You always say so, but you keep acting strange around me! Please tell me what's wron- why are you laughing?!" 

"Y-Your hahahair! And y-your voice! Stop talking into my neck, it- ahahaha! No! Nohoho, wahahait!" Victor raised his head from Yuuri's neck and looked at him with teary eyes and a pout, (that the former Yuuri quite possibly would have kissed away), his hands suddenly latching onto Yuuri's sides, tickling him with more intent. "We ahahahare tahahalkihihing!" Yuuri giggled, trying to bring his hands back down to protect himself. 

"No, you're just trying to hide something from me and that's so mean, Yuuri!" 

Victor sped up the tickling, making Yuuri squeak in a way that almost made Victor smile, but he was holding onto his facade. He wasn't really mad at Yuuri, he just couldn't, but he did feel a bit disappointed and sad that his lover didn't trust him enough to tell him what was going through his mind. 

"Vihihictor! Plehehease, nohoho!" Yuuri giggled, squealing and squirming as Victor squeezed up and down his sides. "I juhuhust wohohoke uhuhup!"

Victor huffed, "well, if you tell me what's gotten into you, then I'll stop!" 

"Plehehease!" Yuuri's cheeks were bright pink and he tried to hide his face against Victor's chest. 

Victor didn't say anything, instead, he decided to change spots and without any warning, his hands latched onto that horrendous sensitive spot underneath Yuuri's ribcage, successfully throwing him into a loud fit of cackles as he threw his head back. Yuuri shook his head and this time Victor couldn't help but smile fondly at him. He always looked so cute laughing like this. 

"Nohohoho!" Yuuri laughed and his squirming increased, forcing Victor to roll over him to pin him a little better against the bed with his weight. "Vihihictor plehehease! I s-swehehear eheheheverythihing's fihihine!" 

"I won't talk to you anymore if you don't tell me what is wrong, Yuuri!" Victor said, flinching himself when one of Yuuri's fingers weakly poked his ribs, but Victor quickly grabbed that hand and pinned it above Yuuri's head. 

Yuuri shrieked, arching his back and pulling at his arm. "Nohohothing! It tihihickles, Vihihictor!" 

Victor chuckled, "does it now?" He teased, rubbing deep circles on that sensitive spot, making Yuuri tip into nearly hysterical laughter. "Then I think you might really enjoy being tickled, Yuuri, since you don't tell me what's wrong!" 

"YEHEHEHES!" Victor frowned, tilting his head to the side. "Yehehehes, Vihihictohohor!"

"Y-Yes what?"

"Yehehehes, I enjohohohoy beheheing tihihickled!" Yuuri admitted between laughs and Victor slowed down to let him talk, letting go of his hand as well. 

He stared down at his lover catching his bread, red across his cheeks and around his ears. When Yuuri was finally able to open his eyes after a fit of residual laughter, he looked at Victor with embarrassment, shyness. 

"I… I enjoy being tickled…," he repeated. "That's what's happening."

Victor blinked in confusion. "I don't understand, Yuuri."

Yuuri covered his face with his hands. "The other day… you tickled me when we were watching that movie, do you remember?"

Victor remembered it. Gosh, on that particular night he just couldn't keep his hands off Yuuri for more than two seconds and he had just discovered that Yuuri was so deliciously ticklish, so he abused that knowledge until Yuuri was trembling with silent laughter. They'd had fun, Victor would never go on if he ever noticed any discomfort on Yuuri's face, so they had just enjoyed that night amid Yuuri's loud laughter.

Ah, but now that he mentioned it, Victor suddenly realized that Yuuri had started to act strange after that night and Victor had worried that he had done something wrong, but Yuuri had promised him that it wasn't anything like that the next day.

So Yuuri was behaving like this because Victor had tickled him? And because he liked Victor to tickle him? Then…

"... You wanted me to tickle you all this time, but you were too shy to ask me, Yuuri?" His voice was tender, with just a hint of disbelief. It was just that? 

To his surprise, Yuuri groaned behind his hands and Victor swore he saw the skin on his knuckles turning pink as Yuuri nodded softly. 

"Nahaha!" Yuuri let out a surprised giggle, suddenly feeling a playful tickling to his tummy, his hands lowering to catch Victor's.

When Yuuri had uncovered his face, Victor quickly captured his lips in a kiss.

"Vi-Victor, hold-," Yuuri started, but he soon melted under the affection and Victor hummed when he felt Yuuri's arms wrapping around his neck. 

Victor felt Yuuri's lips tensing in a little smile when one of his hands sneaked under Yuuri's shirt, his fingertips dragging ever so lightly against Yuuri's off season tummy. The gentle touch was enough to have Yuuri snickering sweetly into Victor's mouth. 

Victor also started to smile as he spoke against Yuuri's lips. "So, my Yuuri likes it when I tickle him?" 

Yuuri flushed, but nodded softly. "I'm sorry, I know it's stupid b-buhuhuhut- Vihihictohor!" 

"It is not stupid, Yuuri! And why are you giggling so much? Is your tummy ticklish?" Victor asked as his fingers scribbled against Yuuri's lower tummy, making him giggle brightly. "What about here?" Victor asked, slipping a finger into Yuuri's bellybutton. 

Yuuri squeaked. "It's tihihihicklihihish!"

"I can see that," he said with a soft nod and a playful smile. "Hmm, and here?" Victor started to gently poke all around Yuuri's tummy, moving to his side and then to his ribs as he kept asking 'and here? And here?', every time he touched a different spot. Yuuri's giggles had turned into loud, desperate laughs as he nodded and tried to tell Victor that, in fact, every single spot he touched was really ticklish. 

Victor chuckled, and as Yuuri was laughing his little head off, he took the chance to grab his hands and pull them all the way up above his head, making Yuuri shriek with nervous giggles. 

"What about here?" Victor asked, holding Yuuri's wrists with one hand as the other quickly scribbled against his clothed armpit. Yuuri threw his head back, letting out loud laughs. "Ah, it does look pretty ticklish to me, Yuuri!" Victor teased, vibrating his fingers right in the center of Yuuri's underarm.

Yuuri was shaking his head as he laughed and laughed and laughed, no pleas came out from his mouth, just Victor's name over and over like a mantra that barely kept him from losing his mind. Victor could tell that Yuuri was actually feeling the tickling, but just like that night, he was delighted to see that he was enjoying every second of it. He wriggled and tugged at his captive arms, but hardly with intent. 

"Huh, so it does really tickle, Yuuri, but you know what's my favorite spot?" Victor asked, still tickling Yuuri's armpit mercilessly. Yuuri shook his head, but by the way he was trying to hide his lower body, Victor knew that he knew exactly where. "Right here."

"AHAHAHAHA! PLEHEHEHEASE!"

Victor's hand released Yuuri's captive wrists and quickly reached down towards Yuuri's hipbones. He barely had to press his fingers against the bones to have Yuuri howling with laughter. Victor couldn't help but smile when he felt the roundness, the soft skin covering such sensitive spot, he wanted to bite it and so he did. 

"AHAHAHA! Vi-Vihihictor! Not thahahat!" Yuuri howled as Victor nibbled at one of his hips, one of his hands tickling the other one and his other hand wandering up towards that sweet spot underneath Yuuri's ribs.

Victor chuckled when he heard Yuuri shrieking and dissolving into the loudest laughing fit he had ever heard from him, (yet), the sound was sweet and hysterical, loud but light. Simply perfect and Victor just couldn't have enough of it. 

It was also funny how Yuuri didn't know what to do with his hands. Of course, he didn't want Victor to stop, so he didn't even bother to try and catch Victor's hands. Instead, Victor felt Yuuri's hands gripping at the back of his shirt and his knees going up in a futile attempt of his body to protect such a sensitive spot.

"Yuuri, you're laughing so much, could it be that you're the most ticklish right here?" Victor asked, the most playful smile in his lips as he stopped the nibbling momentarily, however, his hands kept Yuuri laughing like crazy. 

Yuuri nodded weakly, he tried to babble out coherent words, but all were washed over by his laughter, Victor laughed too. 

"Poor Yuuri, can't stand some tickles on his hips," Victor teased, his lips closing around Yuuri's hips again, making him shriek when his teeth sunk into the warm skin.

Oh they both were having so much fun. Victor just couldn't believe all this situation would end up like this. Yuuri was simply shy to confess his secret! How cute was his boyfriend? Being all shy just because he wanted Victor to tickle him again, ah, Victor felt like crying, he was so relieved. 

A certain tapping on his back told him that Yuuri wanted to stop and so he did, but not before planting a tender kiss to Yuuri's hip. His darling was already shaking with silent laughter and Victor giggled softly as Yuuri came back from his ticklish high. He firmly rubbed Yuuri's hips to get rid of the residual tingles and Yuuri let him, as he tried to catch his breath. His hysterical laughter dissolving into sweet, unstoppable giggles.

Victor laughed. "Oh no, I think I broke my poor Yuuri!" He teased, moving to hover over Yuuri, careful to not put all his weight on Yuuri so he could still catch his breath. "Are you alright, love?"

Yuuri nodded and Victor smiled as he gently cleaned those tears of mirth from the sides of his face.

What a sight! Yuuri was flushed to his neck, he was slightly sweaty, but his eyes looked so dreamy and his smile was still so big, Victor couldn't help but place a tender kiss to the corner of Yuuri's mouth. 

"I'm sorry, Victor," Yuuri finally said after his breathing had come back to normal. 

Victor smiled, nuzzling his nose against Yuuri's. "It's okay, Yuuri, but next time don't keep any secrets away from me. I love you Yuuri, no matter what. If you like me to tickle you, then I will, if you don't, then I won't. It's as simple as that. I just want you to be the happiest when you're with me, besides… I think I also very much enjoy tickling you."

Victor poked Yuuri's side and Yuuri giggled, barely flinching as he wrapped his arms back around Victor's neck. 

"I am the happiest when I'm with you," he said, his lips brushing against Victor's. 

Victor smiled, feeling his heart beating fast. "Me too. I love you, Yuuri."

"I love you, Victor." He heard Yuuri say before they melted into yet another tender kiss. 

Victor felt a certain tiredness taking over him, perhaps because all the stress he had felt during those days was finally wearing off, and cuddling with Yuuri sounded desperately nice at the time. 

After that bout of tickling, Yuuri also seemed tired and ready to take a short nap in Victor's arms, and so they did. Both feeling lighter after talking things out, finding an answer to all their worries and anxieties. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces, butterflies filling their stomachs, excited to have fun with each other after a well deserved nap!

[gongyoosgf]

THEYRE SO CUTEE

[carthonasi]

what do you know about my mother? she was like you. she was kind. and loving.

[beastsovrevelation]

[themastertinker]

I’m sure you all have seen maizulee kicking around the fandom for a while, but could I interest you in some tyazuki?

Art commissioned by me from the wonderful @azulartxx on IG.

[k16is]

i suppose i can post this here tooo……….