But: historically coffee shops were where men gathered and women werenât allowed and honestly that seems gay to me. Imagine a coffee shop for historic gay dudes. Yuuri is sitting in the corner hiding behind a newspaper. Little does he know that no newspaper can hide him from Viktorâs THIRST.
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Oooh, which one of them do you think is the better cook? Or do they cook together? FOOD HEADCANONS PLS *chinhands*
In my foodie brain this translated into Victuuri Chopped featuring Yurio bc the podium fam is competitive af and Iâm a weirdoâŚ..
âYou only have two minutes left,â Yurio snaps from hisvantage point at the kitchen table. Â Heholds a knife in his fist like a scepter, leaning back with his feet propped upon a chair. Â He resembles a king decidingwhether or not to sentence his servants to the guillotine. Â âIâm not eating it if itâs raw, Victor, somove your ass.â
Victor darts across the kitchen to his side of the stove andcranks the burner to high. Â Hefrantically flips his beef with a spatula, cursing himself for spending so muchtime carving decorative flowers out of beets. Still, heâll be damned if heâVictor freaking Nikiforovâloses pointsfor presentation.
âBehind you,â Yuuri warns. He presses up against Victorâs back as he passes, hands slipping alittle too low on Victorâs pelvis. Â Victorshudders violently and almost knocks the skillet off the stove.
âNo cheating, pig! Â Isaw that!â
Yuuri doesnât respond, though Victor catches him smirking inhis periphery. Â
If Victor thought Yuuriwould pull his punches now that theyâre married he was gravely mistaken. Â Yuuri attacks their little cooking challengelike itâs the World Championship all over again. Â Victorâs not easily intimidated, butheâs never been so distracted during a competition of skill. Â He canât stop staring at the way Yuuri looksin his apron; the tie falling low over his pert rear, his hair pushed back and mouthset in a confident, determined line. Â
Yuuri he glances over from where heâs assembling hisplates. Â Their eyes meet. Â Something heated passes between them thatmakes Victorâs knees weak. Â
Then Yuuri murmurs seductively, âYour beef is burning.â
âShit!â
Somehow, Victor manages to finish his dish in time. Â He bends over, bracing his hands on his kneesto catch his breath. Â He has newappreciation for the chefs on TV.
âI donât even need to taste this to know you lost,â Yuriosays, glaring down at Victorâs messy plate. Victor canât disagree. Â Comparedto his tragic beef stroganoff Yuuriâs stir fry is dazzling. Â The meat is perfectly cooked, balanced withthe sauce and vegetables. Â It smellsheavenly.
âYeah,â Victor sighs. Â He steals a piece ofbroccoli off Yuuriâs plate as Yuuri sidlesup to him.
âThe flowers you made are cool, though,â he says intoVictorâs ear. Â Victor smiles, eyes softand fond for his husband. Â He tucks hisfingers into Yuuriâs back pocket.
âI guess this means you win.â
âNo shit, he won,â Yurio says. Â âWhy did you even suggest this dumb competition?â
Victor shrugs. Â âIwanted to see what Yuuri would do if I said I was a better cook than him.â
âHe kicked your ass.â
âYes,â Victor says, fond. âHe did.â
Later that night, after Yurioâs been walked home, Victorclimbs into bed next to Yuuri. Â Yuuridoesnât look up from his 3DS, even when Victor wraps around him and nuzzles intothe side of his neck.
âYou never mentioned what Iâd get for winning,â Yuuri sayscasually, still tapping away at the controls.
âThe thrill of victory wasnât enough?â Â Yuuri doesnât respond. Â âWhat do you want?â
Snapping his 3DS shut, Yuuri sets it aside and lets Victorpull him close. Â Victor thrills at theunexpected desire in Yuuriâs eyes. Â He bites his lip, waitingpatiently for whatever lurid sexual favor Yuuri requests. Â Heâll eagerly do just about anything.
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food is yuuriâs guilty pleasure, like, as a whole, which i think weâre all aware of but viktor did not realize the extent that he depended on it sometimes like,,,
in america? yuuri and phichit had a Supply of mozzarella sticks. if yuuri had a particularly bad day, heâd go into the freezer, pull out that box, and make a bunch, enough to share with phichit, and theyâd sit on the couch eating mozzarella sticks and watching bad tv until/if yuuri wanted to talk about it.
(sometimes, it just ended with them going to bed, but that was okay)
one night after moving in with viktor, though, yuuri was having a Really Bad night and just sort of broke down so viktor was like ??? shit and made yuuri some tea and grabbed some cookies or smth and plopped them down on the couch but yuuri just ??? cried??? and viktor panicked and was like âpls tell me how to help you?â
and yuuri all sad and miserable and feeling embarrassed was like âi just want mozzarella sticksâ and viktor ??? bc where do you get mozzarella sticks at 3 am in russia
well it turns out itâs much harder than it was in america and viktor did the best he could but it just,,, wasnât enough
anyway long story short viktor, the extra and best husband he is, ordered like,,, an industrial size box of mozzarella sticks and now they always have him and even if yuuri is embarrassed that some of his breakdowns just,,, require that comfort food, itâs very sweet viktor loves him enough to do that
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Random Nat fact! She likes to sing during battle when she jumps in, knives flashing as she slits her enemies' throats. She mostly does it because she knows how offputting it is, but she also just really likes singing. :)
Haha aaaaaa I LOVE NAT SO MUCH jhsadjkhaksjhdkjashkjdh. What a perfect disaster. <3 And that IS unsettling. Sheâs like a battle bard and itâs all kinds of amazing. :DDD (also impressive because wow breath control)
Hmmm well we know that Jay canât really sing. xD But I can and want to talk about his fighting! I tend to think he often looks like he has this sort of grim smile on his face but itâs just his concentrated face - and maybe a little bit sometimes it also comes from just the satisfaction of what using magic feels like. Like he can feel horrible about what heâs using the magic for and hate that he has to, but at the same time thereâs this satisfying certainty there? idk how to explain it. *shrug* But he fights grounded, both feet planted on the ground, balanced, and his magic isnât quick and refined and trained like a Circle Mageâs magic would be, but itâs strong, and it can be unpredictable because nobodyâs told him he canât do things this or that way (I think Malcolm encouraged thinking outside the box a little bit as long as it was safe...ish).
(plus sometimes itâs just really satisfying to successfully knock Templars back or smash demons, knowing what theyâd do to YOU if they had the chance. So maybe the smile isnât always just a concentration thing. xD Thereâs a little bit of vindication and zero regrets there sometimes pffff.)