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    Viktor: Also whatever Yuri's said about me is probably a lie
    Viktor: Unless it’s that I want to talk to you, because I do )))))))
    Other Yuri: everything i said is true
    Other Yuri: viktor nikiforov is a giant douchebag asshole!!!!!!
    Other Yuri: i take back everything i said about you calling him
    Other Yuri: let him suffer ignored and alone the rest of his pathetic life

    Yuuri sits shellshocked at the barrage of messages.

    Before him, Celestino sighs. “Tell Phichit to go to sleep.”

    “It’s not Phichit.”

    Celestino looks up from his magazine and blinks at Yuuri. Yuuri understands. Who else would be contacting him so relentlessly? His friends and family in Hasetsu possessed a modicum of chill, as Phichit would say, at least when it came to phones and social media. This blitz… possessed no chill whatsoever. None. Yuuri thinks even Phichit would be awed.

    “Yuri Plisetsky and Viktor Nikiforov are messaging me the argument I think they’re having with each other about each other while likely standing right next to each other while texting me.”

    Celestino stares at him a long moment, silent. Then he lifts a hand to his temple, closes his eyes, and sighs.

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    3 Aug 2017

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    In the early days of Victor's stay in Hasetsu—when Yuuri's skittishness meant he skirted every one of Victor's touches—Victor had called Chris in tears, asking if Chris thought Yuuri even liked him. After Chris laughed at Victor for a solid ten minutes, he texted Victor a flurry of Youtube links, supercuts of Yuuri's interviews with titles like "My Big Gay Crush: The Katsuki Chronicles, Vol.1, Directors Cut", "Katsuki Yuuri Supercut: A Thirst for the Ages", and "Touch-a Touch-a Touch me: Victor Please Love Yuuri!"

    (Victor had even left a comment on the last one to congratulate them on developing psychic abilities. They'd reported him as a spam bot.)

    Then Victor had repaid the favor by sending Chris an audio file of fake sex noises that he could play whenever Josef called and Chris didn't feel like talking. Of course, Chris had used Victor's own sex noises against him the last time he'd called too late. As though Victor wouldn't recognize his own moans like some amateur.
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    The recipe for disaster is four cups of salt, two couples, and one wine train.

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    29 Jul 2017

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    “Vitya,” he starts, very slowly as Victor smiles at him sloppily, “what are you doing?”

    “I thought you were never ever ever ever coming back ever, so I panicked.”

    (Or: the post Barcelona Grand Prix fic that I desperately needed, in which Victor gets very drunk and Yuuri takes care of him.)

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    22 Jul 2017

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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.

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    21 Jul 2017

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    “Yuuri!” Phichit's discovered a new frequency.
    “Phichit,” Yuuri hisses, “be quiet.” As though Victor can somehow hear them from the table, thirty meters away.
    “I am deeply offended that you failed to text me the very minute you ran into Victor Nikiforov, subject of your teenage and not-so-teenaged fantasies, bane of my existence, and the reason the wall between our rooms has an indent shaped like a fist.” Phichit actually gets louder.
    “How—”
    “There’s like 50 new photos of you on Victor’s Instagram.”
    “Just...shut up for a second!” Yuuri pulls the phone away from his ear. He can still hear Phichit screeching, “don’t ignore me! I raised you!”
    Yuuri ignores him. Phichit’s avalanche of laughter echoes against the tile.
    He pulls up Victor’s Instagram. Yuuri doesn’t even remember Victor taking seventy five percent of these.
    “Yuuri! Stop masturbating, we have to go!” Victor is officially the worst.

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    Or: the canon divergent au where Yuuri doesn't screw up Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor in the Paris airport on the way to Worlds in Sweden, and somehow embarrasses himself into a relationship on the 18 hour train ride between Paris and Malmö.

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