Viktor sucked in a deep breath and fortified himself. The skating season was over, and he was here at last. In Detroit. Where Yuuri was. And by god, it was Yuuri who had something to tell him, but that didn't mean that Viktor was uncharacteristically nervous.

What if it was not what he thought it was? What if it was just his own arrogance ( yes, he knew he was prideful, but that's neither here nor there ) speaking? As much as he wanted to believe that Yuuri loved him back too, he had to accept that there was a chance that this was not a confession after all.

"A-ah! Viktor!"

Viktor was jolted out his thoughts by Yuuri's sweet voice. He waved energetically at him and rushed forward to hug him. He had expected the raven haired man to be surprised, but Yuuri only laughed and hugged back.

Viktor mentally pouted. Although he was glad that Yuuri was getting used to him, his flustered reactions were so cute! He would miss those.

They separated from the hug and Yuuri moved to stand beside him.

"Shall we go then? Phichit would be eagerly waiting. Our apartment is a bit far, but we can take in the taxi!"

Viktor smiled and nodded.

"One more thing Viktor! Please lean down."

Curious, he bent down a little. Did Yuuri have something to whisper in his ear? Ooo~what could it be? Maybe it was about- WAIT.

Viktor rubbed his cheek and binked stupidly at the Japanese skater who was now a few steps ahead of him. D-did he just?

Yuuri looked back and grinned. "Come on Viktor!"

Viktor hurried his face, screaming inwardly. He was convinced that this time, he would not survive. Yuuri's charm seemed to have shot up to the sky, because the model had just kissed his cheek.

How was he going to survive a whole week in Detroit!? Yuuri just landed a critical hit in the first hour after landing a foot in the city!

"Phichit! What do I do!? Viktor will arrive in exactly 14 hours and 20 minutes and I am so nervous!"

Phichit got up, stood in front of Yuuri, and put both hands on his shoulder.

"Yuuri my friend, I have the best piece of advice for you."

He looked at him straight in the eye and said one glorious word.

"Chill."

But like always, his best friend ignored his perfectly sound advice and instead DID THE OPPOSITE DAMN IT YUURI HE'S JUST AN OVERGROWN RUSSIAN PUPPY!

Calm. Calm. It won't do for him to lose his chill too. His future nieces or nephews – honestly if those two don't get married and adopt 3 dogs and a kid then he was going to kill someone – depend on this.

Yuuri looked at him warily. "Any other ideas? Because you have your 'This is insane but I swear it's gonna work' face."

Phichit beamed. "Yep! Yuuri, you just have to seduce him!"

"WHAT!?"

"Uh-hm! It's brilliant! Just bring out some of that Eros and I swear he'll be a mushy mess on the ground!"

( Phichit decided not to mention that Viktor was already a mushy mess on the ground. He knew how to pick his battles, and convincing Yuuri that Viktor already loved him was a losing one. )

Yuuri looked unsure and ready to protest, but slowly a glint of determination entered his eyes. Phichit smiled to himself. His job was done.

Viktor looked around the house, marveling at the sheer amount of...homeliness it exuded. It was slightly messy, but had a personal and cozy feel.

There was a soft looking beige sofa in the center, with an armchair near it that had the most adorable dog plushie Viktor had ever seen ( It looked suspiciously like Makkachin ). There were a few random items scattered around ( was that a neon pink mug on the coffee table? ), and numerous pictures on the wall.

It could not have been more different from Viktor's own apartment. He loved it.

Yuuri spread out his arms. "Well, welcome to mi casa."

Phichit emerged from the kitchen at that very moment. "You mean our home, Yuuri," he said teasingly.

Yuuri laughed, a sound Viktor swore he would cherish no matter how many times he heard it. "You know it's just a saying Phichit."

The Thai grinned and turned to Viktor. "Now just don't stand there, come on in! I cooked my super special chilli! Not as good as katsudon though. Both literally and figuratively." He winked at them and sauntered back into the kitchen.

Viktor had enough of experience with innuendos ( he did have Christophe as his best friend ), but he still had to fight hard to quell down a blush because he? And Yuuri? Not like he hadn't thought about it but...it made a difference because it was Phichit who said it. It was basically the equivalent of asking the family.

Oh, and also because it was Yuuri who was the person in question. Everything was an exception when it came to him. Said person, on the other hand, was not even trying to control his blush judging from his cute red cheeks.

Yuuri turned towards him and smiled awkwardly. "Uh you can relax for today and catch up with the jet lag, and I'll show you around tomorrow?"

Viktor wisely didn't comment on the abrupt change of subject, and nodded instead. "That sounds lovely! I would love to explore Detroit with you!"

The smile changed from awkward to affectionate, and Viktor would take whatever small win he gets.

Vellhell

Okay guys so like many others I have too researched Viktor Nikiforov and here's what I have found. Those who don't know the basics allow me to educate you dingus. So this dude is an ice skater, yeah like those fact glide glide on ice in sparkly costumes you sometimes see when you switch to the sports channel randomly. Yeah, remember? This.

[ picture of teenage Viktor skating ]

But he is not just some sparkly glide dude, he is ADVANCED sparkly glide dude. Like best of the lot legendary level of advanced. I ain't gonna name all his medals, just do a damn Google search, just know that he has basically won every competition there is in figure skating for 7 years straight - 5 if you only see the worlds which is like the supreme boss battle of the sport, second only to the muthafucking Olympics.

So now we have the basics out of the way here's what I have found from stalking through his social media and fan sites.

He has this cute ass poodle which looks REEEEALLY similar to our sweet pudding's deceased poodle ( rip Vicchan ) which I am guessing he probably bought after seeing Nikiforov's, being a fan of him and all

[ picture of Viktor and Makkachin ]

He's basically a half doggy himself ( and no I am not talking about beastality you disgusting asstowns ). Don't be fooled by that calm suave exterior he's more excitable than a 5 year old kid on a sugar high - trust me I have two younger siblings

He spends enough money in one shopping trip enough to feed a small family for a month like have you seen those brands on the bags Jesus Christ where does he gets this money from

He gets his money from his family business. Idk the specifics but his family is pretty well to do something about owning a business that was begun by his great great grandma on his father's side and his mother was an actress ( typical rich and famous marrying rich and famous ) so not like they are short of money.

He also has his parents to thank for his fucking good looks mmh just look at that body and those eyessss. Also thankfully he's not some old geezer ( this guy's 28 ) he just got the silver hair ( IT'S NATURAL THOSE GENES ) from his mother

[ Picture of his father and mother ]

That's all I got folks feel free to add more.

#yuurikatsuki #katsukiy #model #viktornikiforov #figure skating #this guy #THIS GUY #lowkey feeling like a stalker #the things I do for you Yuuri

Hello_bitches_Im_back - reblog

That's...that's a lot of achievements I am SHOOK

beourguest - reblog

A pass from me - this guy would be good for our way too anxious model, I mean ofc love won't solve everything but I am sure it makes it easier to cope

sugar_spice_andeverythingnice - reblog

Mmm I agree but I just hope that Yuuri doesn't feel this kind of people overbearing

ThanksObama - reblog

sugar_spice_andeverythingnice dude he legit has Phichit as a best friend do you honestly think he would mind

Naqiula - reblog

"typical rich and famous marrying rich and famous" just realized Nikiforov and Katsuki qualify too

treesofwisteria - reblog

Naquila lets not forget hot as fuck marrying hot as fuck because damn my eyes are blessed can't wait for the couple photos

hisshissmothafuckas - reblog

Wait guys are they actually even together? Idk and yet you people are already planning a marriage

Sea_whale - reblog

FUUUUUUUU- ARE THEY EVEN TOGETHER!? SOMEONE PLEASE CONFIRM THIS MY CROPS ARE DYING

feelsmetalXalchemist - reblog

There's no official statement so idk but you know what they say, prepare for the worst

"The food was really good, Phichit!" Viktor exclaimed after they were done with dinner. He meant it, Phichit was probably a chef in his past life. Or maybe anything would taste good after surviving on ninety percent takeout and ten percent bland stuff that came out of his rare attempts at cooking. He was not bad per se, but the food he cooked was just so tasteless!

Phichit's eyes twinkled. "Thank you! I can't wait till the day after tomorrow when you get to taste Yuuri's cooking."

Viktor cocked his head to one side. "What about tomorrow?"

Yuuri replied this time, "It's a secret!" The man smiled mischievously, and oh, was there any expression that didn't look good with his features?

The Russian opened his mouth to reply, but Phichit interrupted, saying that Viktor must be tired from the jet lag and should go to sleep.

Viktor nodded. It was true, he was tired. Wonderful though Yuuri and Phichit's company is, he really should rest if he wanted anything done tomorrow. He hoped the guest room was comfortable.

"So...where is the room in which I will be staying?"

He had no idea what was in the question that made the other two stare at each other, in a silent conversation with only their eyes doings the talking. From what he could understand, Phichit was urging Yuuri to do something which the Japanese wanted to refuse but seemed...strangely reluctant?

After what seemed like a whole minute ( Viktor was not one to shy away from his faults, he knew he was impatient ), the two friends finally turned to him. Phichit had his classic shit eating grin on his face. This could either end fabulously or go horribly wrong.

It was both fabulous and horribly wrong because it turned out, that the two did not in fact, have a guest room. And Yuuri had not wanted him to take the couch – bless the man – so it was either -

Phichit or Yuuri sleep on the couch, which of course, was not a real option. Viktor wasn't that devoid of social graces. He takes one of the rooms, and the best friends bunk together. Something which Yuuri had planned. He shares a room with one of them.

One guess which one Phichit recommended. They did have extra futons, so he would be taking the floor while Yuuri slept on the bed as usual, but they were still in the same room!

The amount of self control needed would make his spontaneously combust! What kind of a test was this? 'Okay, okay, calm down Viktor, you can do this, do not excessively flirt with him, do NOT make innuendos, you do not want to creep him out.'

He repeated this mantra in his head, hoping to make through the night ( and the week ) without doing anything that would make Yuuri uncomfortable. Thankfully, hugs and compliments were fair game!