A/N: Hello, people!
I don't own Yuri! on Ice.
I have no beta.
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-I have literally mentioned in every chapter before this that
this story was posted on AO3 already. How many more times
are needed before people get it?
-Didn't know there were so many Video Game awards. Anyway,
I modeled this part after the nominations and wins for The Last
of Us and the DLC which won like 200+ awards collectively. I love
that game, so imagine On ICE! being even better in quality and
design and yeah.
v-nikiforov I have a surprise and I'm so excited for it!
#soexcited #katsukiyuuri #valentinesday #feels
p+chulanont Do I need to keep him occupied for the
day? #dudeigotu
v-nikiforov If you can, pls do until 2pm PST, thanks!
#surprises #4yuuri
p+chulanont Will do! Can't wait to hear about it!
#007style #luvondabrain #victuuri4life #bruh
#fifthbestdayofmylife #victuuriisreal
"Phichit, why do we have to go here?" whined Yuuri, his arms tired after carrying so many bags during Phichit's unnecessary need to go clothes shopping again. He had an entire room acting as a closet. He didn't need more clothes! Yuuri didn't even need more clothes. Phichit had only just bought him a new wardrobe that Christmas, he was set for life. "I want to go back to your apartment and rest, I'm hurting!"
The Thai man simply winked, his ridiculously perfect winged liner practically flapping at him with the motion. "I have a few more things I need and then we can go! Just think, you're getting all this exercise and staying in shape!"
The shape of a weeble wobble perhaps. Yuuri was very much aware of his pear...ish shaped body. He had big hips, thick thighs, and a relatively round ass. He also danced and skated in his free time which kept his muscles toned. He didn't need all this torture!
"My legs are fine. My arms are killing me though." He had been skating and dancing for years and it would be a bit disappointing if he couldn't handle a two hour walk. But he was holding so many bags!
"Not much left to do but get a nice cake," said Phichit as he opened the shop door and allowed Yuuri to enter first.
"Cake for what?"
"Two attractive and single bachelors like us currently have no plans on this day of all days. Meaning we need to celebrate in any way we can!"
Yuuri's jaw was practically on the white tiled floor of the shop. "Phichit, you're getting on a plane for South Korea at eight. You can't be eating things like that right before a competition! The 4CC is a big deal and the possible entrants for the 2018 Winter Olympics will be determined because of this year's results!"
Phichit merely smiled calmly and patted his arm. "Don't worry, Yuuri. I'm probably going to make it to the podium since Plisetsky and Chris won't be there. I can afford to take a small break." His smile turned playful then and a wink accompanied his next words. "Besides, I know that if I left you alone with a triple chocolate ice cream cake, it'd be gone before I got back."
"A week is a long time for anyone to keep their hands off of a cake they like," defended Yuuri hotly, not liking that he was being teased for his sweet tooth. It wasn't his fault!
"We'll get an eight incher if it'll make you feel better. Half for each of us."
"Fine. Then we go back to your apartment?" he asked hopefully.
"Yes."
He could handle a few more minutes. He waited years for his game to be made, he could wait half an hour longer to get home. Everything would be fine.
"Yuuri!"
Victor rushed the man and enveloped him in a tight hug, lifting him off the ground in order to spin him around several times. And Yuuri, once over his sudden shock at Victor's appearance, laughed loudly and hugged him back just as hard.
"What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in St. Petersburg?"
He scoffed. "Why would I be all the way over there when my favorite person is right here?"
He was delighted to see the blush that spread across Yuuri's adorable face. It might just become a kink of his. Seeing how many times he could get Yuuri to blush like that in one night. Probably a lot if he tried hard enough. And he had time.
"You're ridiculous. But I'm happy to see you."
"That's good. You'll be seeing a lot of me in the coming week as I'm taking you out and keeping you."
Yuuri sputtered and looked over to Phichit Chulanont, who had his mobile out and was probably taking photos of them.
"Happy Valentines Day, Yuuri! Now go and have fun with your man!" Phichit shoved a small bag into his hand and waved.
Though it caused another round of sputtering, Yuuri didn't deny the claim, which thrilled Victor to no conceivable end.
He finally put the other man down and linked arms with him. "You're mine for the evening, Katsuki Yuuri. And the rest of the week until Phichit comes back! I'm going to woo you properly!"
He didn't give a damn that Phichit was still taking photos as he dragged Yuuri off. After all, he got what he came for.
"Is that a Cadillac?" Yuuri asked suddenly once he saw what Victor was driving. His voice had been breathless with shock.
The Russian grinned and nodded. "A 1969 Cadillac DeVille Convertible! Hot pink! She is my child and her name is Nikita." He made it a point to fondly rub a hand over the driver's side door, before getting in.
"I didn't know you can drive."
It startled a laugh from him. "Yuuri, I can do a lot of things." He sent the man a suggestive look and added, "And I plan to show you all of them."
Another flush!
Good. He was making progress.
{ v-nikiforov took Katsu_ki out to dinner! #Victuuri [PHOTO]}
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{WHERE IS THIS?!}
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{Tenshi in Sacramento, California. Katsu_ki likes 2 eat there cuz they serve Katsudon, which is his fav dish. [LINK]}
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{Look at how Victor is staring at him! How did you get this photo?}
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{*blushes* my gf took me there cuz I've been wanting to go cuz it's Yuuri's fav place. ^-^}
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{I'm so damn jelly right now! fml #Victuuri}
{CHECK THIS OUT! IT'S FROM VICTOR'S INSTA! [PHOTO] [LINK]}
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{Aw, he surprised him for Valentines Day!}
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{I'm surprised they didn't go somewhere fancier since both probably being rich as shit rn?}
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{Yuuri has the restaurant on his bio as his fav. It's nice that Victor took him to where he likes.}
{They went on a hot air balloon ride! #Victuuri #bruh [LINK] [PHOTO] [PHOTO]}
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{ iceicebb do you see this magnificence? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)}
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{I've been there! It was beautiful and the temperature was great in Cali today! #GoodOnVictor}
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{ v-nikiforov went all the way to California for Katsu_ki! #feels #Victuuri #TrueLove}
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{I wish I had a romance like #Victuuri do. #feels #LonelyValentinesDay #YAmISingle?}
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{Who gives a shit if some gay guys are doing gay shit? Y'all need Jesus.}
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{Attention! Hot air balloons have become a gay only activity!}
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{Bitch you morons just keep giving us the good shit. We don't even need to fight for it anymore.}
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{That's not what I meant!}
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{Ooooooh. Going out to dinner with your significant other is now a gay only activity. I gotcha! ^-*}
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{Heteros can no longer go to dinner together! Dinner Dates™ are now gay property.}
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{What? Nothing to say?}
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{It's times like this when some people must wish there was an edit button on Twitter. XD #slayed}
{Look at how they look at each other! #Victuuri #shook [PHOTO]}
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{Not everything is gay! ARGH! #gayagenda #gross}
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{Okay. That sounds fake... but okay.}
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{The literal FLOOD of pics of Yuuri on Victor's IG should tell U how much Victor loves him! #Victuuri #4Life [LINK]}
"You have a house. Of course you would have a house. I need to stop being so surprised by you, whether it's your life's ambition or not."
Victor simply beamed as he lead Yuuri inside the vast building that was illuminated by the man lights currently turned on inside. Walls of windows ended up making a perfect view in either direction. Looking out or in would probably take anyone's breath away.
The lawn was large, with a wrap around, cobblestone driveway. Though the convertible was actually parked in a garage like five times its size.
The building was white with blue tiled roofing and the color scheme within seemed to be of varying shades of dark and light blues. Victor's favorite color, so it wasn't that shocking.
"The house has been stocked to the brim with food, so we won't be without."
Woof!
The sudden bark halted Yuuri's question and had him whirling around to see the one and only Makkachin. Victor's poodle of nearly sixteen years. Somehow, she was still as sprightly as she had always been. And he learned such, because despite her owner's valiant attempts to warn her off, she came barreling down the hall and leaped.
On Yuuri.
From like six feet away.
He hit the floor pretty hard, and learned that toy poodles were very much different in not only size, but weight, to their larger counterparts. Makka's grey muzzle was slobbering all over his face without any shame, her tail wagging madly.
"I'm sorry!" Victor kept hastily repeating over and over as he tried to tug the large creature off Yuuri. Makkachin seemed more willing to smother Yuuri with kisses, than moving off of him. He had earned the approval of Victor's dog! It was a momentous occasion for him!
"I know you like poodles so I thought you'd like to meet her. She doesn't do this normally. I don't know why she's doing it now."
"It's fine. I haven't pet a dog in years. She's just a happy puppy."
Woof!
Yuuri was finally relinquished and allowed to stand, although the poodle seemed to want to curl herself around his legs and not move away. Her beady eyes stared up at them expectantly, and he reached out to scratch her behind the left ear. He was reminded of his dear Vic-chan.
Victor looked exasperated, but he was smiling. "At least my two favorite beings in the world like each other."
Yuuri was probably blushing because of that. The damn suave attitude and cute heart smile. How dare Victor be so attractive while being so corny!
"When can I expect to go home?"
"Mmm… next week. About eight days being stuck with us!"
"I don't have any clothes though!"
Victor waved a dismissive hand. "I have many clothes of different styles and sizes. You have your mobile and wallet. Your key to Phichit's flat is with you. Basically, you have all you really need."
Yuuri began stuttering something about charges and his laptop, but Victor simply shook his head.
"I have many chargers and if you need one I don't have, we can go shopping or stop by the flat later. Your laptop is going to remain far away for the week because you need a break and you have nothing planned. I personally made sure of it. This week is just about us."
'Us'. Them. Together.
Yes please.
"Now, I have this lovely king sized bed we can share, or you can spend your time here alone. In the guest room. The room that's twenty feet away from my room. The room that isn't as comfortable because no one but Chris ever uses it. That room. Without Makka or I."
Quirking a brow, Yuuri flashed the man a knowing smile. "I'm sensing a bribe in there somewhere."
Victor smirked. "I wouldn't bribe you. I would imply some things, but never bribe."
Sure. 'Never bribe'.
"Do you steal the covers?" asked Yuuri, hoping that he looked stern but like he was contemplating it, even though he'd already decided. "I don't like my partners taking the covers."
When Victor's face started to turn red, Yuuri knew he'd succeeded and merely blinked innocently up at the man. He was good at that. The glasses helped out a lot. They made his eyes appear a lot bigger than they were.
Victor's mouth puckered for a moment, before he leaned into Yuuri's space, dangerously close to his ear as he whispered, "I sleep naked, atop the sheets, Yuuri. You can have them all if you need them."
Oh, damn.
He was screwed.
"Yuuri, we're super good at cuddles!"
To prove his point, Victor wrapped his long arms around the smaller man and pulled him onto the sofa. Yuuri fit just fine, snuggled into his chest like he belonged there - he did actually - and he didn't struggle to get up or move away.
Makka barked and jumped into the cushion beside them, sprawling herself out without hesitation, her head using Yuuri's outstretched leg as a pillow. The man rubbed her nose in response and smiled fondly.
After a day of just meandering around Sacramento, they'd finally gone back to Victor's place to rest and relax.
"I suppose you are," admitted Yuuri. "Are we watching the 4CC?"
"Yeah! I'm caught between rooting for Phichit and Leo."
Yuuri was grinning. "I'm supporting Phichit and Guang Hong all the way!"
"Asian representation?"
"Yep. If a Thai skater won the Four Continents Championship, it would mean something big for the country as a whole. And Phichit deserves it." Yuuri looked left and then right conspiratorially, before leaning closer to divulge, "Phichit can now land a Quad Loop. He's excited to show people."
Victor had to whistle, impressed. Not many could land it. He'd actually been the second person to do so in competition. Then Emil. And then Chris. Yuri was struggling to learn it as well.
"Yeah," agreed Yuuri. "So Phichit currently has three Quads under his belt and it's a big deal for him, so I want him to win. He's worked so hard to make this and it'll mean a lot if her ends up getting an invitation for the Olympics."
"You're a good friend, Yuuri."
"I try to be."
The two settled back as Victor set the channel, and Victor's evening was spent dividing his attention between the skaters and Yuuri, who had taken to drawing lazy circles on his leg absentmindedly.
He could get used to this. Just being with someone he admired and not having to feel like he was expected to do this or that. He just had to sit there and be himself with Yuuri and be happy.
He didn't want the week to end. He wanted Yuuri to himself for forever.
Victor, feeling brave, lightly kissed the back of Yuuri's head, and smiled when the man caressed his leg in response.
Yes, it might be taking longer than he expected - especially since Yuuri hadn't made a move despite Victor sleeping naked beside him two nights in a row - but it was worth it. Sharing a bed at all was a big leap for Yuuri, so it meant a lot to Victor.
Yuuri stared at the headline, mouth agape in awe and minor shock. His life's work. The very thing he'd spent half of his life on. Something that had taken years to make perfect, was nominated for awards. Many awards, from many different foundations, groups, websites, and companies.
And he was just staring at one particular website.
The Nominees for the 13th British Academy Video Games Awards Are Here!
On ICE! was currently down for several awards from one award ceremony alone.
Artistic Achievement
Audio Achievement
Best Game
Music
Debut Game
Performer
Game Design
Sport
Game Innovation
Story
Several of the voice actors for the game, including Chris, Phichit, Surya, and Yuna, were up for the Performer award.
And Yuuri had to sit back and take a few deep breaths to center himself. Ten awards just there. Just ten. If he even dared look up 'On ICE! Gamer awards' he would probably find many more nominations ahead of him.
He had to message Phichit. He needed to talk to someone!
{Hey peeps, On ICE! is getting the attention it deserves! #OnICE [LINK]}
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{OMG I'm so happy!}
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{Literally they deserve it so much after making something so amazing. 24 original background stories and lives, guys.}
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{24? I avoided it because it looked dramatic but is it actually good in terms of play?}
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{Dude it's the effin best! Each character has their own storyline U can play thru! 1/3}
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{Each has 2 options 4 both routines(=4 possible skates) meaning 96 original songs just 4 performances alone. & U have 2 train them 4 it! 2/3}
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{& everyone's growth depends on what U do because butterfly effect 2 the max! 3/3}
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{In basic terms, it's soooooo worth it! The art and design are fab.}
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{And you can choose to have a romance or not, a friendship or not, or an enemy or not!( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)}
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{#OnICE is a blessing and no one can convince me otherwise.}
{This is BS! Dropout 3 deserves more nominations that this gay bullshit! #GaysTakingOverTheRealWorld #Gross #OnICE}
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{Dropout 3 was full of glitches and shit resolution and had to be recalled and upgraded twice. But suuuuure. It's 'deserving'.}
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{WTF? Did we play the same game? Dropout 3 was just like the first two and nothing changed. Boooooooring! Also, not available on PS3. #lame}
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{I'm so sick of post-apocalyptic VG because it's the same plot. More original ideas mean nominations for more awards. Simple.}
{The BAFTAs are acknowledging #OnICE. This is so damn big guys! [LINK] #shooketh}
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{Not only them! [LINK]}
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{I kinda wanna cry a bit! #OnICE}
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{Game of the Year nomination from the D.I.C.E Awards.! Shit bruh! #jfc #OnICE [LINK] [PHOTO]}
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{Not to mention all the gaming websites and magazines.}
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{ Katsu_ki has to be losing his shit rn.}
A/N: Another is done!
DEAR GUEST WHO KEEPS LEAVING REVIEWS ABOUT HOW
YOU SWEAR YOU'VE 'SEEN THIS BEFORE', THAT'S BECAUSE
IT'S BEEN POSTED ON AO3, YOU DIMWIT! IF YOU READ
THE GODDAMN AUTHOR'S NOTES THAT I HAVE IN EVERY
DAMN CHAPTER SO FAR, IT WOULDN'T BE SO WEIRD!
SOME OTHER READERS EVEN NOTICED THAT I SAID I
POSTED IT ELSEWHERE AND THAT IT'S ALREADY DONE.
I am sick of being nice. Once the stupid level has been
reached, any common decency I have for you goes out
the fucking window.
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