#will he be in such terrible form that he falls out of gc in week one and ends up working for matteo? also probably no

[etapereine]

schrödinger’s gc favorite

[haikyuuwaifu]

Miss Independent

Genre: Crack, Humor, Drama, NSFW, Mild Angst

Warnings: Swearing

Kenma x Osamu x Suna x Reader Poly

MASTERLIST

INTRODUCTIONS: PARENT SUPPORT GROUP| Y/N’S BROOD| RICH BITCH PLAYBOYS & GC’s

Y’N’S BROOD

-After High School Kenma did end up Sponsoring Shoyo to go to Brazil. Boy came back with a potty mouth and sass. Y/N finds it hilarious until he forgets she’ll beat his ass. He, Tobio, and Kei STILL CAN’T get along even in adulthood. Atsumu gets blamed for everything, even if it’s not his fault. Most the time Sakusa will let him take the brunt of the punishments as payback for annoying him. Shoyo is currently single, because mans is confused about his feelings towards three persons and right now he’s just trying to vibe and avoid them all together LMAO.

-Tobio really has told Y/N about crazy fans sending him thirst tweets. She and the PSG go through them on wine night to see and laugh at how ridiculous they are. Kageyama is by no means a virgin, but lately he’s been single because he doesn’t know how to interpret the emotions he’s feeling atm. Tobio wasn’t there when Shoyo blamed Atsumu BUT he did know they would get in trouble together. They almost always do.

-Women really threw their panties at Tobio and Wakatoshi after an Alders game, and Ushijima was Very Very uncomfortable. Lucky for them, she and Tendou were in the crowds and managed to handle the situation. Now Ushijima refuses to play unless at least ONE PERSON from the PSG is there to scare off the crazies.

-Kei is Y/N’s favorite. There’s no question, they have similar personalities and when she first met him; she spent half her time yelling about him for his lack of care for the game. When he broke down and told her why; she proceeded to take the train to Tokyo with him in tow and berated, chewed out, and beat up his brother for doing something like that to younger Tsukishima. Tsukishima will go feral if he doesn’t get his weekly cake from Tendou’s bakery. Of the brood, he is the most mature; unless he’s put in the same vicinity as Tobio and Shoyo.

-Yachi only falls into the brood because she was a 1st year when it came together. She spends most her time with the girls, the responsible ones, and Y/N. She never has successful dates because the dumbass trio (Tobio, Shoyo, Tsukki) finds out and shows up and ruins it. EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. Yachi likes being a designer and loves helping edit photos but some days her clients think she’s some kind of miracle worker. NO JOKE: Kuroo, Bokuto, and Atsumu found out about ladies night...and showed up before the girls even got their drinks...and spent the entire evening in a protective circle around them telling everyone to “STAY AWAY FROM OUR MOM” now if they want to go out, they have to do it in another country :’)

-Ushijima is baby and that is all; also Atsumu isn’t allowed to teach him social media

-Atsumu had a mishap teaching Ushijima how to twt; and Y/N beat him up for it and revoked snuggle rights...she also told his own mother all the way in Hyogo. Atsumu and the boys are V protective of Mama Y/N; so yeah they like to ruin things like girls night out, blind dates, etc.

Osamu has lots of money because he made smart business choices and he wanted to be better than his brother; and Atsumu cries about it all the time except Christmas when he gets the best gifts.

-As stated previously, Kuroo and Y/N have been best friends for like their entire lives at this point. He is and always will be her first “baby”. He also wants a kitten and he has been begging both Mama Y/N and Rich Daddy Kenma; but he keeps getting shot down. He’s always gone or always working. Man can’t even keep the toilet seat down, how’s he gonna take care of a cat? Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, and Atsumu DID NOT have that sleepover because they all had work going on the next day. Y/N was editing proofs for a client; so Akaashi called the bigger guns in the form of Kenma, who from the LITERAL U.S. used rich man money to shut off Kuroo’s power for the rest of the week, forcing him to stay with Y/N. (Who Akaashi knew wouldn’t let him have a sleepover during the work week).

-Tooru is chaos and a big cry baby. He is also ¼ of the braincell quadruplets. When the “parents” planned to go to the spa, he got it in his head that the boys could go out and have a few drinks. The last time they did that unsupervised, Kuroo ended up in Osaka; Bokuto ended up in a jail cell, Oikawa was taped to a phone pole; and Atsumu ended up in Kita’s grandma’s rice fields ALL THE WAY IN HYOGO. So naturally, Tsukishima ratted them out. So long as it doesn’t involve him he will gladly rat out those four. It’s why he’s mama’s favorite LMAO.

-Makki really didn’t know what he was going to do after high school. He had no drive or motivation to do anything but smoke pot and while high the man could make some crazy good shit; so Y/N and Iwa made him go to Culinary School. He now works as one of the chefs tied to Kita’s Catering Company. Kita and Y/N don’t like the fact that Makki smokes; so they limit to the weekend when he’s not working. If he’s found with it before hand he doesn’t get any for two weeks. He gets jealous that Issei won’t give him the tea first, but that’s because Makki has a big ass mouth and can’t keep secrets.

-Bokuto really did get it in writing that they could have a sleepover when Kuroo got back from his trip to see Kenma. Like no joke man got it framed and everything. Sakusa is V particular about his sanitizers and what nots (Man likes things clean and tidy) and Oikawa and Atsumu used the last of it for something stupid and blamed Bokuto for it. Akaashi WILL NOT let Bokuto go halfsies on a cat with Kuroo. Bokuto can’t even keep a plant alive.

-Asahi is baby with Ushijima. He’s a big name fashion designer that still has trouble with conflict. He and Ushijima decided they were gonna go together to see a scary movie, to prove they weren’t babies...it was a terrible idea; they had to sleep with lights on for a week and they are no long allowed to see scary movies at all. LOL. Asahi likes creating new ideas and bouncing them off of Y/N’s brain. She’s got so much shit going on in her head at one time, that she comes up with some crazy shit he can turn into something great.

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YOI Fanfic Recs

I want to give a shoutout to some of my favorite fics, so here we go. Under a cut because it got long. No surprise there.

Beautiful fics involving the multilingual nature of Viktor and Yuri’s relationship:

Repeat After Me by queenieofaces

Victor learns language through mimicry, hears phrases and repeats them back until the inflection becomes second nature. Yuuri seems to communicate best through euphemism, through metaphor, through talking around the subject rather than approaching it head on, and so Victor tries his best to mimic him, to take his words and echo them back.

(Vignettes in language learning and communication, spanning the whole series.)

How to Return Home by queenieofaces

Victor comes home, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like home anymore.

(Technically a sequel to "Repeat After Me," but can probably be read on its own.)

Kotoba by MarrowVersusMarrow

"Friendship," and "love," in foreign tongues.

Call Everything on the Ice... by shysweetthing

In which Victor learns Japanese while in Hasetsu, and it vastly improves his ability to communicate with Yuuri—

HA HA HA just kidding.

You know these two dorks. It makes everything worse.

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“No,” Victor says, skating up to Yuuri on the ice, “you have to push all the way from here, or you’ll never get the height you need for that axel.” He sets his hand on Yuuri’s ass, tracing the muscle group he’s referring to. “Not here.” He taps Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t know the words for the muscles in English, only knows how to show him.

Yes, technically he’s grabbing Yuuri’s ass, but how else is he to communicate?

Talkshow Host by MooseFeels

Yuuri lives for the silence.

put my heart on my chest, so you can read it too by driedupwishes

“Victor,” Yuuri says, rolling his shoulders as he leans his elbows against the top of the wall. Victor looks up, eyebrows arched in waiting, and Yuuri meets his eyes with the kind of ease that’s gotten more natural by the day since Victor arrived. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but, I was wondering…”

Curiosity flashes across Victor’s expression, one of the emotions Yuuri is able to recognize easily on his former-idol. Victor hums, leaning forward and tucking his phone away under his arm, giving Yuuri his undivided attention in a way that curls Yuuri’s toes in his skates. Once Yuuri would’ve flushed and stuttered at the feeling of Victor’s weighty gaze dragging across his face, but now he only shrugs and bites his lip.

“Is it hard for you,” Yuuri asks, “being in a country where you don’t speak the language?”

Darling by ClockworkDinosaur

Victor and Yuuri are not fluent in the others native language.

Lost in Translations by Jenrose

Victor Nikiforov was the best jumper in the world, well-used to leaping blind and landing clean in ways no one could match. Falling was for other people. Stumbling was not acceptable. It had been a long time since the wind had been knocked out of him so thoroughly.

Now with banquet shenanigans!

Fics in which Phichit and Yuri are Besties:

of eros and of dust by mori (cityboys)

It’s nostalgia, maybe, or Phichit’s kind, knowing smile, or just an unconscious need to talk about it—but he starts talking as the pedestrian lights turn green. About the Eros routine, about Victor, about the ring, about skating.

Give Me Up to Tears by Allekha

Four times Phichit helped Yuuri when he cried - from joy or sadness - and one time he couldn't.

Now When Arrows Don’t Penetrate, Cupid Grabs the Pistol by ken_ichijouji

Phichit Chulanont doesn't know how he ended up the skating world's wingman, but he ain't mad at it.

Instagram is Not an Ice Rink by ladanse

Phichit's phone buzzes. christophe-gc has posted a new photo, it tells him. When he thumbs the screen, it brightens to reveal a shot of Christophe Giacometti, lounging on a bench, wearing nothing but a Speedo and his skates. greetings from your local king of selfies, says the caption.

Phichit doesn't actually know Chris - not personally. He has nothing to prove. But Phichit is also, categorically, a competitive little shit, and he knows he can do better.

So it begins.

it’s just a simple symphony by caersun

Yuuri is already shaking his head. “You know I don’t like parties, Phichit.”

“Aw, but, Yuuri, you’re so fun at them!” Phichit says, pulling out his phone to show him the video evidence.

Yuuri gapes. “I thought you deleted that!” he yells, launching himself at his friend. On Phichit’s phone, the little past-Yuuri is absolutely wasted, getting into position to do a kegstand, to the raucous and egging cheers of over a dozen frat-bros in the foreground. The tinny chant of his name—Kat-su-ki! Kat-su-ki! Kat-su-ki!—sounds from the speakers, behind Phichit’s delighted trill of laughter.

Phichit pulls his phone out of his reach. “It’s for posterity!”

Or: A lot can happen in five years.

Sight by anxioussonic

Yuuri had become accustomed to performing without his glasses. In fact, he hadn't even considered contacts before coming to the United States for college.

Bookends by natika

"And of course I'm a distraction," Phichit concluded, entirely unoffended, "How else am I going to place above you at Four Continents?"

Yuuri gaped, "That's your target?!"

"You don't mind, do you? I'll admit, as a goal," Phichit said, "it lacks the elegance of 'get in Victor Nikiforov's pants', but -"

Yuuri let out a strangled squeak.

Intruding on my Feelings by natika

A rinkmate got into an accident, and Yuuri was torn up with worry.

It must have been Phichit.

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They had been introduced formally. Yuuri had bowed, Phichit had made a wai; Yuuri had chanced a shy smile and Phichit had grinned widely, and Celestino had left them to it.

Phichit's first words to him were, "Can I have your number?"

america goals by magneticwave

Friendship means never having to say you’re sorry that the lighting in that Instagram made them look sallow. All of the bulbs in Walmart are fluorescent, so, really: what can you do.

Other wonderful fics, more Victuri-centric with some Otayuri:

How to Surprise Your Fiancé With Pork: An Honest Walkthrough by Viktor Nikiforov by Orchids_and_Fictional_Cities

The thing with Viktor is that once he’s set his mind on something, there is a very very minuscule chance of him not following through on said thing.

He wants to do something for Yuuri: partly as a Valentine’s Day gift, partly as a prelude to Worlds, and partly ‘just because’. It’s somewhere between dwelling on the abstract thought of Yuuri’s hunger as a competitor, and watching the younger skater on Facetime with his mother back home, that an idea starts to form.

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This is how Katsuki Yuuri, the love of his life, the apple of his eye, the fire of his loins et cetera, ad infinitum, finds Viktor when he walks into the door: standing precariously with one foot on a barstool and the other on top of his counter, frantically fanning at his smoke detector with a magazine.

Vkusno! by mtothedestiel

"Next week on Top Chef: Denver, it's that most infamous challenge...Wedding Wars! But this won't be any ordinary wedding feast. Our top twelve chefs will cook for a secret, world-famous celebrity couple with international tastes! The stakes have never been this high. Who will be crowned Top Chef, and who will be asked to pack their knives and go? Tune in to find out!"

aka:

Newly retired, Victor and Yuuri are invited to be special guests on a popular American cooking competition. Oishii!

game over. try again? by counterheist

The divorce goes through on a Thursday.

An Intangible Force of Motion by doeinstinct

“I do fall sometimes, Yuuri,” he said. Yuuri shook his head, his longer bangs falling over his eyes as he pursed his lips and braced his hands on his knees. “No, I know that. I just...I’ve never seen you fall on a flip before.”

A new skating season brings with it new opportunities and experiences, but new isn't always a good thing. Luckily, they have each other.

never stop until the grave by Naraht

Back in St Petersburg, Victor attempts to combine coaching Yuuri with preparing for his own return to competition. The spirit is willing but the flesh may be weak.

no sleep till Sochi by Naraht

Forced to share a bed with Victor at the Sochi Grand Prix Final, Yakov learns more than he wants to know.

Old Dog, New Tricks by nivo

Yurio is but one dear, sulky teenaged slice of a much larger pie holding its breath – not that pies breathe, but one does not marry Katsuki Yuuri and remain innocent of terrible food metaphors – for a miraculous comeback Viktor will never make, because he can't, but perhaps more importantly, because he doesn't want to.

Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

"Are you a beginner?"

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

"Sure!"

The Inevitable Unbecoming of Art by themaelstromwrites

Viktor neglected his life and love for twenty years, though to his credit, his career had never afforded him either of those privileges. A fateful encounter at the 2012 GPF gala changes everything, and Viktor is head over heels before he can say 'dasvedanya' to the man that stole his heart.

Viktor Nikiforov is an unreliable narrator in his own life story. Of course, so is Katsuki Yuuri. This is the love story you know, and the life story you don't.

The Fundamentals of Caring by braveten

“Let me guess, you’re going to go take care of Yuuri while he sleeps? Just in case he sneezes or something?” Yurio rolls his eyes, folding his arms across his chest. “Viktor, you’re whipped.”

Viktor rubs the back of his neck as he leans against the wall. “What does that mean?”

“It means that if Yuuri asked you to do a little dance for him in nothing but a coconut bra and a hula skirt, you’d do it.”

Viktor pauses, confused. “And that's a bad thing?”

My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra

Yuuri fails to mention to his new non-skater friends who he is or who his husband is. Or that he even has a husband.

the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri's less than stellar free leg, It's a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor's right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.

Dance of the Red Death by strangeandintoxicating

Find something to live for.

Viktor Nikiforov loved too much. What begins as a cough morphs into something that takes the shape of an unseen monster hiding in his very blood. With the Russian government scrambling to sweep under the rug the worst of a crisis that's been thirty-five years in the making, Viktor is left with figuring out his own way to survive.

It starts as a way to escape, a youtube video of music and color and light, but quickly becomes something he never expected when Yuri Katsuki teaches him that surviving is not living.

This is not a story of anger. This is not a story of fear. This is not even a story of pain.

This is a 21st Century love overcoming the obstacles of the 20th Century's politics of fear.

This is a story of life.

the road that stretches out ahead by hellodeer

"What if we drove to France?" Viktor asks, and Yuuri says yes. Of course he does.

pardon the way that i stare by kevystel

All Yakov says, after Yuuri's free skate at the Cup of China, is: ‘Really?’

(The problem is that Viktor falls hard.)

like heaven to touch by kevystel

He looks younger than half the other skaters, with his fine features and the porcelain clearness of his skin, but here he is — here in Moscow with Viktor at his side, ready to impress a crowd that’s too used to roaring Viktor’s name. Viktor is prouder than he’s ever been.

Fill the World with Music by prettybirdy979

It's been a whirlwind of a week for Phichit, not only because of his competing in the Grand Prix Finals. Yuuri seems to have made it his mission to surprise everyone a dozen times over before the end of the competition. But there's only the gala exhibition tomorrow to go.

Surely Yuuri (and Viktor) can't manage one more surprise by then?

(Aka that fic where Viktor breaks twitter, Yuuri breaks the internet then pretends to not understand, and together they break their friends)

Bear Your Soul on the Ice by SassySalchow (diedraechin)

At age fourteen, Katsuki Yuuri had been determined to be Japan's next great figure skating hope, but with no coach that would never happen, so his ballet instructor packs him up off to Russia to train with Yakov Feltsman. The Yakov Feltsman, otherwise known as the coach to rising figure skating star -- and Yuuri's idol -- Viktor Nikiforov.

one heart to every falling thing by 100demons

“You know,” Victor comments idly, and he breathes out in a rush of static in Yuri’s ear. “I think this is the longest we’ve been apart since I first flew here.”

Post-Episode 5.

The Spaces Shaped for You by Chisotahn

The paths they'd chosen after the Grand Prix Final wouldn't be easy, particularly with Nationals just ten days away, but one thing was certain: no matter what happened, their paths would always come together in the end.

(Continuation exploring the time elapsed between the second-to-last and last scenes in episode twelve. Yuuri and Victor's journey to their Nationals and beyond.)

i walk my days on a wire by idrilka

“Asia sucked without you,” Yuri admits eventually after a moment, as he falls backwards onto the bed, his t-shirt riding up. It must be still hot in Saint Petersburg, if the forecast is to be believed, but Yuri has the hood up, obscuring his face at this angle. “But we all went back to the hot spring run by Katsuki’s family after the Fukuoka show, so I guess it wasn’t that bad.”

A story of a relationship, told in photographs and Skype calls.