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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling - Chapter 15 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 15 is now live!

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling - Chapter 14 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 14 is now live!

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 13 is now live!

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling - Chapter 12 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 12 is now live!

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling - Chapter 11 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 11 is now live!

Sorry for the wait!

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 8 is now live!

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[Image description: a screenshot of a word document. It reads:

For the first time in what feels like forever, Viktor wakes up with a smile.

After a fast hour of rushing some leftover food into his belly, packing his luggage into the car, and setting up the backseat to be as comfortable as possible for Makkachin with thick blankets and one of her favourite toys to chew on, Viktor's finally ready to take off. His winter jacket is thick and warm on him, his boots ready for however many inches of snow there may be further west, and he has a small bag of drinks and snacks for him and Makkachin both. There will be a few breaks along the way, but Viktor aims to make this as much of a straight shot as possible.

Standing in the foyer with Makkachin on her leash, Viktor bids Chris farewell.

“Call if anything happens,” Chris says. His eyes widen when Viktor engulfs him in an abrupt, tight hug, the sort that lingers perhaps a little longer than expected. Chris' hands hover awkwardly for a moment before finally finding their place on Viktor's back.

“I will. You, too.” When Viktor pulls away, he's smiling so hard it hurts. Walking out of here feels like leaving something behind, something he's been ready to shed off his skin for a long time. He wants Chris to come along for the journey, but it's all he can go but promise he'll be back one way or another. “We'll celebrate our own little Christmas when I return.”

“Sure, sure.” Chris pats his back. “Just... remember what I said. Focus on having a good time, not on... this. Okay?”

Viktor simply nods.]

[Image description: a screenshot of a word document. It reads: For the first time in what feels like forever, Viktor wakes up with a smile. After a fast hour of rushing some leftover food into his belly, packing his luggage into the car, and setting up the backseat to be as comfortable as possible for Makkachin with thick blankets and one of her favourite toys to chew on, Viktor's finally ready to take off. His winter jacket is thick and warm on him, his boots ready for however many inches of snow there may be further west, and he has a small bag of drinks and snacks for him and Makkachin both. There will be a few breaks along the way, but Viktor aims to make this as much of a straight shot as possible. Standing in the foyer with Makkachin on her leash, Viktor bids Chris farewell. “Call if anything happens,” Chris says. His eyes widen when Viktor engulfs him in an abrupt, tight hug, the sort that lingers perhaps a little longer than expected. Chris' hands hover awkwardly for a moment before finally finding their place on Viktor's back. “I will. You, too.” When Viktor pulls away, he's smiling so hard it hurts. Walking out of here feels like leaving something behind, something he's been ready to shed off his skin for a long time. He wants Chris to come along for the journey, but it's all he can go but promise he'll be back one way or another. “We'll celebrate our own little Christmas when I return.” “Sure, sure.” Chris pats his back. “Just... remember what I said. Focus on having a good time, not on... this. Okay?” Viktor simply nods.]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Here's a sneak peek of chapter 8 from my YOI cosplay au, I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling. The first 6 chapters are currently up an available for reading~

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[Image description: a snapshot of a word document. It reads:

Yuuri leans back against his bed frame, cushioned by his pillows. His Switch is in his lap, multiplayer on Mario Kart open. However, neither of them have bothered to pick a player. They've just been sitting here, together despite the distance, the enthusiastic music playing distantly in the background while their hushed voices catch up over the past week.

“Have you thought about things? About... what you want to do?”

“I've been thinking about a lot of things,” Viktor answers vaguely.

“Things you'll tell me?”

“Maybe... soon. When I figure them out.” Viktor huffs out a small laugh. “I don't know what to tell you. I feel like I'm stuck in a standstill, only it's against myself.”

“I know the feeling,” Yuuri replies. “You feel – like you're frozen in place. Like no decision is the right one.”

Viktor confesses, “Every decision feels wrong.”

“I get that.”

“But... not making a decision is a choice, too. And it also feels wrong.”]

[Image description: a snapshot of a word document. It reads: Yuuri leans back against his bed frame, cushioned by his pillows. His Switch is in his lap, multiplayer on Mario Kart open. However, neither of them have bothered to pick a player. They've just been sitting here, together despite the distance, the enthusiastic music playing distantly in the background while their hushed voices catch up over the past week. “Have you thought about things? About... what you want to do?” “I've been thinking about a lot of things,” Viktor answers vaguely. “Things you'll tell me?” “Maybe... soon. When I figure them out.” Viktor huffs out a small laugh. “I don't know what to tell you. I feel like I'm stuck in a standstill, only it's against myself.” “I know the feeling,” Yuuri replies. “You feel – like you're frozen in place. Like no decision is the right one.” Viktor confesses, “Every decision feels wrong.” “I get that.” “But... not making a decision is a choice, too. And it also feels wrong.”]

Happy WIP Wednesday! Here's a sneak peak of the draft for chapter 7 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling, my YOI Cosplay AU.

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[Image description: a snapshot of a word document, previewing the start of the next cosplay au chapter. It reads:

Yuuri stares down at his phone, bracing himself.

It's just a phone call, he tells himself as he taps in a phone number he's dialed countless times his whole life.

He shouldn't feel nervous. This is good news. He knows the answer already, like it would ever be in question. If anything, he should be wondering if his parents are even still up at this hour. It's nearing 9 PM, but they've always been early to bed, early to rise, even when Yuuri was small. Maybe he should call in the morning instead...? Ah, but they'll be busy then, too...

Luckily, his mother picks up after a few rings. No more time to wonder whether or not he's being rude.

“Moshi moshi!” his mother answers, politely energetic despite the late hour.

“Hey,” Yuuri greets back. It's beyond ridiculous that his stomach is in knots. Is it nerves or excitement? Sometimes the two feel one and the same, often difficult to untangle until the moment has long passed. “Sorry to bother you before bed.”

“No need to apologize. It's not like you to call so late,” he hears his mother reply. “Is everything all right?”

“I'm fine. I just...” God, how to ask? Hey, can my boyfriend come over for the holidays? How do regular people do this? He sees people walk this life all the time, but it's whole other to be actually wearing these shoes. It's like wearing his first pair of heels – he keeps wobbling in place, threatening to topple over, when all he's trying to do is walk like everyone else. Despite living this more romantic life for the better part of the year now, not everything is quite broken in yet.

In many ways, he's really still quite behind everyone else.

“Yes?” his mom gently urges.

Yuuri bites the bullet. “Well, you know how you wanted to meet Viktor?”

“Yes,” his mother repeats, her tone more hopeful sounding this time.

Yuuri swallows. “Um. Is Christmas too soon?”]

[Image description: a snapshot of a word document, previewing the start of the next cosplay au chapter. It reads: Yuuri stares down at his phone, bracing himself. It's just a phone call, he tells himself as he taps in a phone number he's dialed countless times his whole life. He shouldn't feel nervous. This is good news. He knows the answer already, like it would ever be in question. If anything, he should be wondering if his parents are even still up at this hour. It's nearing 9 PM, but they've always been early to bed, early to rise, even when Yuuri was small. Maybe he should call in the morning instead...? Ah, but they'll be busy then, too... Luckily, his mother picks up after a few rings. No more time to wonder whether or not he's being rude. “Moshi moshi!” his mother answers, politely energetic despite the late hour. “Hey,” Yuuri greets back. It's beyond ridiculous that his stomach is in knots. Is it nerves or excitement? Sometimes the two feel one and the same, often difficult to untangle until the moment has long passed. “Sorry to bother you before bed.” “No need to apologize. It's not like you to call so late,” he hears his mother reply. “Is everything all right?” “I'm fine. I just...” God, how to ask? Hey, can my boyfriend come over for the holidays? How do regular people do this? He sees people walk this life all the time, but it's whole other to be actually wearing these shoes. It's like wearing his first pair of heels – he keeps wobbling in place, threatening to topple over, when all he's trying to do is walk like everyone else. Despite living this more romantic life for the better part of the year now, not everything is quite broken in yet. In many ways, he's really still quite behind everyone else. “Yes?” his mom gently urges. Yuuri bites the bullet. “Well, you know how you wanted to meet Viktor?” “Yes,” his mother repeats, her tone more hopeful sounding this time. Yuuri swallows. “Um. Is Christmas too soon?”]

I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 5 is now live!

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 4 is now live!

Brace yourselves :3c

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[Image description: snapshot of a word document. It reads:
“Why is Chris calling me?” Yuuri asks out loud.

Next to him, Phichit visibly tenses, but he says nothing as he stares at the TV.

Whatever it is, it has to be important, so Yuuri wastes no time picking up.

“Hello?”

He doesn't receive an answer right away. There's muffled noise in the background of wherever the caller is, two voices arguing vehemently against each other, but Yuuri can't really make out the words. Which is why he's surprised when the voice that answers sounds deceptively calm and collected.

“Hello, my dear,” Chris finally says on the other end. Yuuri would recognize that flirting lilt anywhere. “I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but I'm afraid your boyfriend is in another crisis and he refuses to listen to me.”

The laid back way he's informed of this has Yuuri all at once gripping his phone all while letting out an unprepared, “Huh?”

Chris is back to talking to someone – Viktor, of course – in the background. This time, Yuuri does hear what he says. “Take the phone, or so help me.”]

[Image description: snapshot of a word document. It reads: “Why is Chris calling me?” Yuuri asks out loud. Next to him, Phichit visibly tenses, but he says nothing as he stares at the TV. Whatever it is, it has to be important, so Yuuri wastes no time picking up. “Hello?” He doesn't receive an answer right away. There's muffled noise in the background of wherever the caller is, two voices arguing vehemently against each other, but Yuuri can't really make out the words. Which is why he's surprised when the voice that answers sounds deceptively calm and collected. “Hello, my dear,” Chris finally says on the other end. Yuuri would recognize that flirting lilt anywhere. “I'm sorry to call you at this hour, but I'm afraid your boyfriend is in another crisis and he refuses to listen to me.” The laid back way he's informed of this has Yuuri all at once gripping his phone all while letting out an unprepared, “Huh?” Chris is back to talking to someone – Viktor, of course – in the background. This time, Yuuri does hear what he says. “Take the phone, or so help me.”]

I missed WIP Wednesday again but here's a sneak peak anyway. This is from the draft of chapter 5 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling. Chapter 4 miiiiight end with an explosive cliffhanger :3c

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 The Tale that Never Ends by  dancing_on_the_blades

Summary:

    When your greatest dream has come true, when you’ve found the one who finishes your duet, the most compelling tale begins.

    Yuuri has shown to the world that he can meet Viktor as an equal on the ice. Viktor has found the prince he stopped believing in a lifetime ago. Two hearts, once ready to sacrifice the ice for love, now united on the ice and in love.

    Determined to win gold before their wedding, Yuuri is burning to compete against his coach and fiancé, while Viktor is ready to break the shackles of his past with his passion rekindled. Now that the couple has moved in together in St. Petersburg, nothing finally stands between them and their desire to become rivals. Or so they have thought. For sharing a domestic life and adapting to a foreign country comes with new challenges, and a legacy left behind no longer opens every door. And if that wasn’t already a hell of a lot to deal with, a throwaway comment that was meant to be a joke threatens Yuuri’s stay in Russia.

    Will Stay by my side and never leave be all Yuuri and Viktor need to overcome the obstacles life throws in their path, or will Yuuri come to the realisation that he will never be enough for the Russian Hero?

The Tale that Never Ends by dancing_on_the_blades Summary: When your greatest dream has come true, when you’ve found the one who finishes your duet, the most compelling tale begins. Yuuri has shown to the world that he can meet Viktor as an equal on the ice. Viktor has found the prince he stopped believing in a lifetime ago. Two hearts, once ready to sacrifice the ice for love, now united on the ice and in love. Determined to win gold before their wedding, Yuuri is burning to compete against his coach and fiancé, while Viktor is ready to break the shackles of his past with his passion rekindled. Now that the couple has moved in together in St. Petersburg, nothing finally stands between them and their desire to become rivals. Or so they have thought. For sharing a domestic life and adapting to a foreign country comes with new challenges, and a legacy left behind no longer opens every door. And if that wasn’t already a hell of a lot to deal with, a throwaway comment that was meant to be a joke threatens Yuuri’s stay in Russia. Will Stay by my side and never leave be all Yuuri and Viktor need to overcome the obstacles life throws in their path, or will Yuuri come to the realisation that he will never be enough for the Russian Hero?

Chapter 8 of my post-canon #viktuuri fanfic is up!

Now that he and Yuuri share a life, Viktor makes an attempt to escape a chapter of his past he has been ignoring for too long.

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[Image Description: a screenshot of a word document. It reads:

– each comment is a whiplash of fire against his skin, exploding against him with each slap of its flames, but instead of recoiling in fear, praying the hands at the other end of these attacks finally tire of their abuse, Viktor's insides start to burn with a brand new feeling he's spent years denying could ever smoulder inside him.

If it were any other day, a different feeling would overwhelm him. The same one he's been burdened with since the first day months ago when he felt like he had permission to cry again. Whenever the world became too much, his eyes would well up against his will, and his body would do its best to expel the terrible emotion from him the only way it seemed it could. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a witness is there, but in the end Viktor always felt worse for it, weakened by something he couldn't control, pain he couldn't let go of.

No, this was a completely different feeling. After years of pleasing the unpleasable, crying himself utterly dry, there's no other feeling left.

There's only rage.

And he knows the whole room is burning with it, with no safe way to diminish it back down to embers.

“Viktor...?” In the background, Chris tries again. “What are you – ”
Before Chris has a chance to finish his sentence, Viktor turns around and whips his phone across the room.]

[Image Description: a screenshot of a word document. It reads: – each comment is a whiplash of fire against his skin, exploding against him with each slap of its flames, but instead of recoiling in fear, praying the hands at the other end of these attacks finally tire of their abuse, Viktor's insides start to burn with a brand new feeling he's spent years denying could ever smoulder inside him. If it were any other day, a different feeling would overwhelm him. The same one he's been burdened with since the first day months ago when he felt like he had permission to cry again. Whenever the world became too much, his eyes would well up against his will, and his body would do its best to expel the terrible emotion from him the only way it seemed it could. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a witness is there, but in the end Viktor always felt worse for it, weakened by something he couldn't control, pain he couldn't let go of. No, this was a completely different feeling. After years of pleasing the unpleasable, crying himself utterly dry, there's no other feeling left. There's only rage. And he knows the whole room is burning with it, with no safe way to diminish it back down to embers. “Viktor...?” In the background, Chris tries again. “What are you – ” Before Chris has a chance to finish his sentence, Viktor turns around and whips his phone across the room.]

Here's a WIP for WIP Wednesday! This is from chapter 4 of I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling, Part 4 of my YOI Cosplay AU!

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[Image description: a screenshot of a word doc. It reads:

It hits Yuuri like a brick to the head.

“You still want to make it,” he says. “Or, you think you still can.”

“Can't I?” Only Viktor doesn't sound like the brave, fearless cosplayer Yuuri has always admired. He sounds scared. In over his head in a depth no one can tread in forever. “Can't I make it work in some way?”

Yuuri challenges with, “Is it really worth it?”

“No. Yes. It could be. It's not about me.”

“It is about you.” Yuuri doesn't mean to sound like he's growing impatient. He grimaces at himself for the intensity behind it. But he's scared, too. Not because he can't handle change or last minute obstacles, but his growing concern that Viktor can't, and he's not there to make sure that he will be able to. “You more or less said it. Your dysphoria gets too bad wearing anything related to this costume? Then don't.”

“Don't. I hate that word...”

“It's what it is, isn't it? Or did you mean your costume literally burn you when you put it on?”

Viktor falls quiet.

Well, here's the wall. Whenever conversation inches anywhere towards this particular topic, Viktor always flinches away, too resistant to further discussion. Normally Yuuri's fine to let it be, but maybe he's deluded himself into thinking this issue would be fine on its own for a while longer. But Yuuri doesn't know what to do, besides talk about it. Viktor needs to find another way around it? Trying to go straight through isn't working – it's too blunt in a spot with too sensitive from bruising. There's gotta be another way to get Viktor to listen to reason.

Although it's a shot in the dark, Yuuri finds something.

He says, “Listen. I have a story for you.”

“Is it a fun story?”

Yuuri shrugs as he reaches for some tissue on his nightstand and finally begins to clean himself off as best he can. “Sure, why not. Are you listening?”

“Always.”]

[Image description: a screenshot of a word doc. It reads: It hits Yuuri like a brick to the head. “You still want to make it,” he says. “Or, you think you still can.” “Can't I?” Only Viktor doesn't sound like the brave, fearless cosplayer Yuuri has always admired. He sounds scared. In over his head in a depth no one can tread in forever. “Can't I make it work in some way?” Yuuri challenges with, “Is it really worth it?” “No. Yes. It could be. It's not about me.” “It is about you.” Yuuri doesn't mean to sound like he's growing impatient. He grimaces at himself for the intensity behind it. But he's scared, too. Not because he can't handle change or last minute obstacles, but his growing concern that Viktor can't, and he's not there to make sure that he will be able to. “You more or less said it. Your dysphoria gets too bad wearing anything related to this costume? Then don't.” “Don't. I hate that word...” “It's what it is, isn't it? Or did you mean your costume literally burn you when you put it on?” Viktor falls quiet. Well, here's the wall. Whenever conversation inches anywhere towards this particular topic, Viktor always flinches away, too resistant to further discussion. Normally Yuuri's fine to let it be, but maybe he's deluded himself into thinking this issue would be fine on its own for a while longer. But Yuuri doesn't know what to do, besides talk about it. Viktor needs to find another way around it? Trying to go straight through isn't working – it's too blunt in a spot with too sensitive from bruising. There's gotta be another way to get Viktor to listen to reason. Although it's a shot in the dark, Yuuri finds something. He says, “Listen. I have a story for you.” “Is it a fun story?” Yuuri shrugs as he reaches for some tissue on his nightstand and finally begins to clean himself off as best he can. “Sure, why not. Are you listening?” “Always.”]

Chapter 3 of "I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling" is now live! Yuuri has a fun lil story to share~

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[Image description: a screenshot of a WIP fanfic. The text reads as follows:

While a small crowd hovers around the basket, picking between the three versions available, Viktor notices more movement in the background. Another teenager hangs in the background, but unlike this group, he's not dressed to the nines in bright J-fashion accessories and clothes. Rather, he's garbed in muted green and brown, a silent knight from deep in the woods.

Viktor perks up. Oh. Twilight Princess Link. Now you don't see that very often these days.

(God, is Viktor getting old, or does this clearly teenaged cosplayer look just old enough to have played that as a young kid? Viktor shudders to think how old he was when that game came out.)
At a glance, Viktor can tell it's a costume that's been purchased off one of the many websites online that sell it, for he's seen it everywhere over the years. Even the wig looks fresh out of the bag, a little too long on the cosplayer's face for it to seem comfortable for the wearer. Interestingly enough, the rest of the costume appears to have been hand made. A large foam Hylian shield and Master sword are in the cosplayer's hands, the edges perfectly smooth, the surface painted to look like the old and well respected weapons they are. They're not the shiny resin or plastic one would expect from a seller online. Either this cosplayer has been learning foam work, or they know someone who is well versed in the craft.

A second glance, and Viktor realizes the green eyes staring him down from across the way are strangely intense beneath the spiked bangs swept across his face. There's not a hint of cheer or friendliness anywhere on this person. And yet they stare at Viktor like they know him.

Viktor knows his memory isn't the greatest, but he's certain he would recognize someone like this.]

[Image description: a screenshot of a WIP fanfic. The text reads as follows: While a small crowd hovers around the basket, picking between the three versions available, Viktor notices more movement in the background. Another teenager hangs in the background, but unlike this group, he's not dressed to the nines in bright J-fashion accessories and clothes. Rather, he's garbed in muted green and brown, a silent knight from deep in the woods. Viktor perks up. Oh. Twilight Princess Link. Now you don't see that very often these days. (God, is Viktor getting old, or does this clearly teenaged cosplayer look just old enough to have played that as a young kid? Viktor shudders to think how old he was when that game came out.) At a glance, Viktor can tell it's a costume that's been purchased off one of the many websites online that sell it, for he's seen it everywhere over the years. Even the wig looks fresh out of the bag, a little too long on the cosplayer's face for it to seem comfortable for the wearer. Interestingly enough, the rest of the costume appears to have been hand made. A large foam Hylian shield and Master sword are in the cosplayer's hands, the edges perfectly smooth, the surface painted to look like the old and well respected weapons they are. They're not the shiny resin or plastic one would expect from a seller online. Either this cosplayer has been learning foam work, or they know someone who is well versed in the craft. A second glance, and Viktor realizes the green eyes staring him down from across the way are strangely intense beneath the spiked bangs swept across his face. There's not a hint of cheer or friendliness anywhere on this person. And yet they stare at Viktor like they know him. Viktor knows his memory isn't the greatest, but he's certain he would recognize someone like this.]

I missed WIP Wednesday or whatever it is called, but here you go, some stuff from chapter 4 of I might need some more healing (but it's worth it for the feeling), part 5 of my YOI Cosplay AU

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I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling - Chapter 2 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I might need some more healing, but it's worth it for the feeling chapter 2 is now live!

#yurionice #yoifanfic #victuuri #fanfic #yoicosplayau

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A screenshot of a word document. The text reads as following:

“Hmm. Well, don't wait too long on that. I'm sure your boyfriend wants to meet us, too. Right?”

“Probably.”

Minako nods, more in acceptance than anything else, and for a moment Yuuri thinks he may be in the clear. He even turns around to leave when Minako's chilly voice grabs him like the claw of death and refuses to let go.

“Yuuuriiii...” Minako's office chair creaks as she stands up and saunters over to Yuuri's side. “Why do I get the feeling you didn't even tell him about your birthday.”

“Uh.”

“Please tell me you at least told him about that.”

Refusing to meet her eye, Yuuri mumbles, “I really need to go now, so...”

A screenshot of a word document. The text reads as following: “Hmm. Well, don't wait too long on that. I'm sure your boyfriend wants to meet us, too. Right?” “Probably.” Minako nods, more in acceptance than anything else, and for a moment Yuuri thinks he may be in the clear. He even turns around to leave when Minako's chilly voice grabs him like the claw of death and refuses to let go. “Yuuuriiii...” Minako's office chair creaks as she stands up and saunters over to Yuuri's side. “Why do I get the feeling you didn't even tell him about your birthday.” “Uh.” “Please tell me you at least told him about that.” Refusing to meet her eye, Yuuri mumbles, “I really need to go now, so...”

Started chapter 2! Two pages in and Yuuri is already in trouble 🤭

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Snapshot of a word document with preview text of the next cosplay au chapter. The text reads:

"title: reasons to celebrate

“Happy birthday, Yuuri!”

Yuuri in the doorway of his childhood home, closing the door behind him before the winter chill can follow him inside. There's a light dusting of snow on his hat and shoulders from the light flurry outside, which the weather report says is supposed to linger throughout the night. 

Yuuri replies in his mother's native tongue. “Technically, it's still a few days away.”

Given that his birthday is in the dead center of the work week this year, it was either come home before or after to properly celebrate with his family. Yuuri opted for an earlier celebration, given work obligations as well as his group's usual plans to stream this coming weekend. It's best not to disturb anyone else's plans for the week if he can help it. It doesn't make much difference to Yuuri either way, but it does feel a little odd to hear those two celebratory words days before he's technically rolled over into the next year of his life. Not that his mother seems to mind."

Snapshot of a word document with preview text of the next cosplay au chapter. The text reads: "title: reasons to celebrate “Happy birthday, Yuuri!” Yuuri in the doorway of his childhood home, closing the door behind him before the winter chill can follow him inside. There's a light dusting of snow on his hat and shoulders from the light flurry outside, which the weather report says is supposed to linger throughout the night. Yuuri replies in his mother's native tongue. “Technically, it's still a few days away.” Given that his birthday is in the dead center of the work week this year, it was either come home before or after to properly celebrate with his family. Yuuri opted for an earlier celebration, given work obligations as well as his group's usual plans to stream this coming weekend. It's best not to disturb anyone else's plans for the week if he can help it. It doesn't make much difference to Yuuri either way, but it does feel a little odd to hear those two celebratory words days before he's technically rolled over into the next year of his life. Not that his mother seems to mind."

me: I'm gonna take a break

also me today: whoopsie

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I'm getting all of the feelings back (you make me believe in love again) - Chapter 22 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

the epilogue for "I'm getting all of the feelings back (you make me believe in love again)" is now live! Come scream at me over on AO3 because I probably deserve it!

#yurionice #YOIsky #victuuri #yoifanfic #fanfic

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I'm getting all of the feelings back (you make me believe in love again) - Chapter 21 - roserelease - Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime) [Archive of Our Own] An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I'm getting all of the feelings back (you make me believe in love again) chapter 21 is now live!

There will be an epilogue posted sometime tomorrow. For tonight, you can have this. :3

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An abandoned outbuilding sits in the foreground of an overgrown driveway. A dusting of snow is on the ground and the sky is bright, blue, and nearly cloudless. A scrawny dead tree is in the background.

An abandoned outbuilding sits in the foreground of an overgrown driveway. A dusting of snow is on the ground and the sky is bright, blue, and nearly cloudless. A scrawny dead tree is in the background.

Guess who finally updated Ohio is for Lovers after almost a year???

Chapter 9: archiveofourown.org/works/50478517…

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