itachitachi

itachitachi



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  1. Summary

    more like 10-minute drabbles. \o/ no word count target, just a time limit.

    each one will be its own work, no matter how tiny!!! it will have its own tags!!! *resolved* :| :| :|

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    Works:
    12
    Bookmarks:
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    “I’m feeling like you have a mail-order Russian boytoy sleeping in your bed.”

    “Phichit! Don’t call him that,” Yuuri snaps, ears scorched and heart kicked into fury. “Vicchan isn’t a – only you would say something – he’s just – it’s not – it’s not like that. It’s definitely not like that!”

    Phichit takes a delicate sip of his tea, blinking far too innocently at Yuuri. “Oh? My, what a reaction. Tell me, Yuuri, what is it like? Because the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen apparently crawls on his knees for you and begs for your attention.”

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    Yuuri thinks he's being scammed when the guy he almost slept with quite literally throws himself at Yuuri's feet and begs.

    Olympic gold medalist Victor Nikiforov is, instead, casually falling apart.

    Series
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    English
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    94,335
    Chapters:
    15/15
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    Kudos:
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    3 Jul 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    *weeping* this is not fair, preying on my kimi wa petto weaknesses, and holy fucking christ the sex, the SEX, on the counter, with a cup of tea, wrecked and powerful, gagged by pleasure, oh god fuck me up

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    Victor doesn’t want to intrude on the scene. He wants to observe. He wants, now that he thinks about it, to see how far they’ll go. He wants to watch Yuuri rendered incoherent with pleasure at Chris’s touch. He wants to see Yuuri admired and treasured and adored—and he wants to be, after all that, the person that Yuuri chooses in the end.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    15,854
    Chapters:
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    Comments:
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    Kudos:
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    14 Jun 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    HOLY JESUS WTF

    organic?? a demon prince in blue silk?? the feet thing just for me?? crying without making a sound? not being ready, but needing to be ready, and needing??

    the favorite toy. the one who - not *given away*, but.

    (also the next one, which made me CRY)

  3. Public Bookmark 85

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    He knows he has Viktor in the palm of his hand, wrapped like a golden ring around a finger that could point at any location on the map, and Viktor would follow. Viktor would always follow.

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    7 Jun 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Fight and tension and so in love, hard but natural. It's this fighting? It tore me. I think I'd be this day.

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    A good friend would get Yuuri some pants. A good friend would let Yuuri take a second to get dressed and compose himself after getting walked in on like that. But Phichit isn’t a good friend; Phichit is Yuuri’s best friend.

    Series
    Language:
    English
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    10,375
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    Comments:
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    1040
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    223
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    25 Mar 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Holy fuck. What would a good friend do? No, what would a BEST friend do??

    Super amazing roleplay, Phichit makes everything beautiful and authentic and not weird. I dig it hard. Ugh.

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    “Can you switch to video?” Victor asks. “I want to show you something.”

    Language:
    English
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    Chapters:
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    Comments:
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    Bookmarks:
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    22 Mar 2017

    Bookmarker's Notes

    OH SHIT, OH SHIT

    You want to be wanted, and I want to be what you want. It's stupid; look at me; a hand in the hair; *let* you?

    Make me real.

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