AN : God fucking damn it ff stop messing up the chats - m . imgur . com (slash) 0QxOWO0. this is what it's supposed to look like!
Yuuri groaned while choosing photos to put in his new portfolio ( he had to keep it updated, and it was high time he added new photographs in it ). If only choosing a gift for Viktor was as easy as choosing a picture for his portfolio.
"Pick that one Yuuri! The one with the leather jacket!" Phichit called our from the sofa where he was lazing around.
Ahhh, right. At least in this his best friend was useful. In the matter of birthdays though...Yuuri's mind flashed to last night and Phichit's wonderful ideas.
( "You should totally give something handmade, Viktor seems like the kind of sap who would love it."
"Yeah but what? Even if he would love it I don't want to give something bad."
"How about knitting? Make a scarf or gloves. Russia is pretty damn cold."
"One, I don't know how to knit. Two, I don't have time to learn."
"Hmm you could cook something. Your cookies especially are first class."
"Ah yes, nothing like stale food."
"Oh right. Hmm I don't know just send him an empty box and say there's a flying kiss in it."
"You really are useless, you know that?" )
Phichit sat up suddenly, as if reading his mind. "Oh by the way Yuuri, I found Viktor's address!"
Yuuri gave an unholy screech and whipped around. How the fuck did Phichit manage to get that? "Phichit!," he cried out, horrified, "Did you do something illegal again!?"
"What!? No! Have some faith Yuuri! I did it by perfectly legal methods!"
"Thank god. What did you do?"
"Just asked a friend~!"
Yuuri should have known. Phichit's network was huge, no wonder he managed to get Viktor's address in such a short time. Really, he should be glad that the man decided to be a figure skater rather than some mafia boss. Now that would have been fearsome.
The two lasped into comfortable silence, with Phichit lying on the sofa once again and him sorting through his pictures. Inspiration for a gift would come when it would come, there was no use in rushing it.
( "Hold on Yuuri, you said again. How did you find out about the time I got Martell's address to get revenge on behalf of the trivia team?" )
Yuuri groaned again in the studio where he and a few other of his co workers were gathered, awaiting their fitting. The agency had forwarded their names when designer Francis had asked for models to showcase his latest collection in the LA fashion show ( which was in a fortnight ), so here they were.
He hadn't at first understood why they gave his name too since he was no runway model, but then he saw the requirements for modelling this particular collection. It was a rather revealing one, more so that the usual designs.
As his manager had helpfully pointed out ( more like drummed into his head with great difficulty ), when it came to sex appeal, his Eros persona was the best out there.
"Yuuri? Is something wrong?" It was Safiya, a model that Yuuri had talked to in one of the fashion shows he had been dragged into. He was surprised that she still remembered his name, he was just a dime a dozen model after all.
He directed a reassuring smile at her. "Nothing much, I was just thinking of something."
She smiled back. "Care to share? Maybe I could help."
"Make that we!" The person sitting beside her piped up. On seeing Yuuri's confused look, he added, "I am Jack Martin, nice to meet you!"
Yuuri echoed the sentiment, and the other models introduced themselves too. The man on the chair near him was Maximilian ( call me Max! ) and the one opposite to Safiya was Carla Liu, a good friend of Saf.
"Are you all sure it won't be a bother?" At seeing the determined nods, he continued on. "I was just having some trouble on choosing a birthday gift…"
Carla laughed merrily. "Well my personal solution when In have trouble with that is usually giving a nice bottle of alcohol. Never had anybody not liked it till now."
Safiya scoffed. "You can't rely on that always. Gift differs from person to person. Yuuri, what's your relation with the person you're giving it to? Family? Friend?"
That...that was a difficult question. He had been a fan of Viktor since he was a child, and had a lot of respect for the man. No one could watch Viktor's skating and not admire it. But he considered him a good friend as well, enjoyable to talk to and spend time with.
He wanted to give something as a friend, to show how much Viktor meant to him. Something personal, or meaningful. But it also had to of Viktor's level, or else it would be disrespectful.
"It's…complicated," he allowed.
Suddenly it seemed that all the models present had simultaneously swallowed a lemon.
"A-ano! Is something wrong?"
Max, the only one who seemed unaffected, laughed loudly. "Don't worry Yuuri, it's nothing to bother yourself with."
"Yeah," added Jack weakly, even though he seemed like all he wanted to do was crawl under a blanket and never rise. "Although…if I may ask, you said it was complicated. Are you two- you two- you two-"
"What Jack here wants to say, are you two dating?"
Carla and Safiya suddenly perked up from their hunched down state, their eyes burning. Jack too, was staring at him hard enough to bore holes through him. Yuuri started at the question, flustered that anyone would think that. He and... Viktor ?
He blushed fiercely at the image. "No no! We're just friends!"
His words seemed to breath new life into them, so relieved did they look. Saf had opened her mouth to say something, when designer Francis arrived and they became busy with the fitting.
Viktor ❤
( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
yuuri!
I mean
who are you stranger
my dearest friend
Yuuri would not leave
me hanging without
a message in 2 days
2 days
Sorry!
I was just busy!
I was just kidding Yuuri
but it's nice to see
that you regret hurting
my poor little heart
Jesus
You and Phichit should
have a career in drama
rather than skating
we live to please (^_−)
You had me worried
for a second there
Also it's been only
42 hours I checked the
log
so there ´･ᴗ･`
42 hours is too much
too!
I missed you!
Really?
yeeep
your messages make
my day ❤
Lay back the
flattery Casanova
it's true!
/
I like talking to you
too ^^
Yuuri smiled. There really was no use rushing inspiration, it would arrive at it's own time. Which was apparently, now . He pushed himself from the bed and got to work, determined to make this gift great.
Katsuki Yuuri Fanclub ( katsuki_fc )
[ pictures of Yuuri at the fashion show, tight leather pants, no shirt, collar like choker around his neck ]
Katsuki Yuuri at the Los Angeles Fashion Week! Bless designer Francis Moreau for putting him in that.
#yuurikatsuki #fashion #LAFW
Drew McKinnley ( dmklove )
I AM DECEASED
Hogwarts Graduate ( hoggywarty )
Oh god I never thought there were pants this tight #blessthatass and in motherfucking leather too kill me
Thai skates ( skatesquad )
THOSE FUCKING ABS WE NEED MORE SHIRTLESS YUURI PICS THE FEW THERE ARE ARE NOT ENOUGH
Vin Venture ( themistborn )
AND THE COLLAR BITCH ALL I WANT IS TO TIE HIM UP AND DO THINGS
PizzaandBacon ( pizzazza )
when you think the man can't get any sexier but then this appears
FashionBitch ( fashion_bitch )
I feel the need to purify myself after seeing this oh fucking hell he's too sexy
Allmenmustdie ( noone )
What was even the theme of Moreau? Bondage? Sex? Like idk man it sure gives those vibes
Phichit Chulanont ( PhichitChu ) ✔
Yuuri rockin' it! noone the theme was actually 'Minimalistic Seduction'. XD
Viktor dropped his phone on his face.
He rolled over in pain, Makkachin moving from his side to lick his face.
"I'm fine, Makka," he said to her.
But he was not fine.
Yuuri should be illegal. It's fucking criminal to look that fucking sexy oh god. 'Minimalistic seduction' be damned, the man could be covered from head to toe and yet he would be able to seduce Viktor's smitten heart.
( although he was not complaining seeing Yuuri in that , bless you Francis )
That ass, honestly, if something was going to kill him it's going to be that ass, he could feel it. The pants were so fucking tight ( people seem to love putting him in tight pants, aka doing god's work ) they hugged every curve of Yuuri like his skin.
And that choker designed like a collar...he agreed with the comments, it was giving serious bondage vibes. He did not know how a simple accessory could do that when he dedicated a whole costume around the theme yet the media didn't figure it out, but he guessed it was a combined effort of the designer's genius and Yuuri's inherent Eros.
He wondered how it was possible to be so...so...so Yuuri! The man was the most precious cinnamon roll ever, yet he busts out raw sex appeal that could rival Christophe's. His Yuuri was so talented!
He quickly picked up his phone and opened his messages. It was only polite to show his appreciation!
Cinnamon Roll❤❤❤❤
just saw pics of the
fashion show!
?
you know the one
two days ago
on 22and
the one you were
in
Fuuuuuuuuuu
uuuuuuuuuuck
wow!
I think you swearing
is as rare as Yuri not
swearing!
Why
Please forget that
you ever saw the
pics
to quote you
"why"
They're embarrassing
they were amazing!
Yes people told me
that
But still
It's one of the most
sexual outfits I have
worn
hmm true
Hold on a sec
How did you know that
I have seen all of
your modeling pics!
Excuse me
I have to go dig a hole
and crawl in it
Never to be seen again
/pulls Yuuri out from
hole/
Leave me in peace
I shall go to the Himalayas
And become a monk
if anyone should be
embarrassed it should
be me tbh
who even admits
stalking their crush
idiots like me that's
who
Your what!?
shit
figure of speech
yeah
you know those memes
and comics about
doing that
the phrase just slipped
out XD
sorry
Ohhh
It's alright ^^
allow me to join
you on your journey
of becoming a hermit
How about this
We forget about both
the things
And live normally
deal (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣
Makkachin was again licking his face worriedly.
"I'm fine Makka."
But he was not fine. He might as well get used to this, he was never going to be fine. Maybe there was truth in what Yura always shouted at him, that he had no chill.
Why did he have to write the crush part? No, before that, why in hell did he even tell Yuuri that he went through all his photos, that was just sheer idiocy.
He was extremely lucky that sweet, innocent ( debatable ) Yuuri had bought his lame ass excuse of it being a figure of speech that just slipped out ( technically true ). He wanted the time when he asked Yuuri out to be perfect, face to face in a nice setting, not accidentally in a chat.
He didn't even know if Yuuri would say yes, and judging by his surprised "what!?", he probably didn't like him back. It was too soon, they had only known each other for...what? Half a month?
That's way too less! Although Viktor felt that he should get an award for displaying such patience, because he had never waited so long to get the person he wants. Well...he never had actually. All the relationship experience he had were one night stands so he was not sure they counted.
No use dwelling on it, he'd just have to trust Yuuri to forget the extremely stupid slipup of his. He took his face out of the pillow ( where he had hidden with shame ) and picked up his phone. Time to change the topic to something less embarrassing.
Yuuri got up from where he had fallen on the floor ( he seriously needs to work on his habit on rolling when flustered, the sofa was narrow ) and adjusted his glasses.
"Are you okay?" Phichit called out from the kitchen, where he was preparing dinner.
"I'm fine Phichit."
He was not. His heart was still beating at mach speed because of Viktor's innocent comment, which was idiotic and his heart should honestly get a grip and calm the fuck down.
He had looked at the feelings he got when he saw the message, this is,
Beating heart Rush of excitement Hope
and just come to the stunning conclusion that he, Yuuri Katsuki, does in fact, have a crush on Viktor Nikiforov. Yuuri knew he many times misinterpreted things because of his anxiety, but he was not blind to his own feelings.
That's settled, but the real problem was, how should he deal with his newfound feelings? Or...maybe not newfound, newly surfaced feelings. He doubts that his silly celebrity crush ever went away as he grew up, it just became more suppressed. At least child him knew that there was going to be nothing between him and Viktor, since he was a small town boy and Viktor was well, a star.
But now he knew Viktor, knew what it was like to talk with him, to touch him, to hug him, knew his flair for drama, knew how much he loved Makkachin, hated spinach, knew those little things, and Yuuri knew he wouldn't be able to suppress it this time.
Haaah, he'd figure out how to behave around Viktor, later. It will be quite a while since they see each other again after all. He was confident that he could be normal while chatting at least. Face to face though…that would be hard.
( For now though, the more pressing concern was that Phichit was putting horrible, disgusting peas in their dinner. How can anyone like them!? )
AN : imagine if Yuuri was a designer instead lol
Y - Sorry I am late!
Models - don't worry the designer hasn't arrived yet
Y- Actually... that would be me. Sorry!
Models - wtf is dis bitch doing on the other side he should be on the fucking ramp