thecookiemonster77:

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thecookiemonster77:

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i asked my friend for advice on asking my crush out and she said “just make her a mixtape isnt that what all artsy gays do” and

college au where viktor, music major and radio dj, flirts with Cute Mysterious Dance Major yuuri by making him a really gay playlist

does this result in literally everyone knowing that Viktor is Super Gay™ for Yuuri because he never shuts up about his “dancing beauty” on his show and keeps dedicating songs to a certain “gorgeous Japanese man who loves dogs and could kill me with his thighs-“

meanwhile, Yuuri’s listening to Viktor’s show while he warms up and wistfully wishing he could be Viktor’s anonymous love interest

babe. u know i had to.

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“He’s always walking around with earbuds in, so I know he must love music!”

Yuuri tunes into the Stammi Vicino radio show hour just in time to catch the tail end of Viktor gushing about his crush. 

“Our next song up is Omen by Sam Smith and Disclosure. After this I’ll be taking calls!”

Yuuri leans down and stretches out his legs, letting the soft melody wash over him. Yuuri has been listening to the Stammi Vicino show since freshman year, when he accidentally stumbled on it while surfing channels during a late night study session. It’s become a tradition to tune in while he stretches before dance practice.

He has the studio to himself today. The sun is starting to set, letting in soft golden light in through the studio’s floor to ceiling windows. Yuuri’s in his last year of his program, which means he gets to use the nice studios for solo practice. The view across campus is incredible.

“… and that was Omen by Sam Smith and Disclosure, one of my favorites! So catchy!”

Viktor Nikiforov–– music major, student council member and Yuuri’s crush since an embarrassing party in sophomore year which Yuuri refuses to talk about–– Viktor Nikiforov, host of Yuuri’s favorite radio show, has it bad for some dark-haired beauty. He’s been gushing about him on air for almost a month now.  

“I hope my Mystery Boy liked that last one. I wonder if he’s a fan of the show….”

Yuuri sighs and switches stretching positions. He hopes Viktor’s mystery boy takes the hint and asks Viktor out. Viktor deserves to be happy, even if Yuuri wishes it was him that Viktor was fawning over.

“It looks like we have a caller! Hello! What’s your name?”

“My name is Evan. I wanted to request something to help me get through my psychology essay.”

“Ooh, psychology! You know, I have psych with my Mystery Boy. Anyway, here’s My My My by Troye Sivan!”

Yuuri’s head snaps up. He has psych with Viktor! Yuuri wracks his brain, trying to remember if Viktor showed any interest in anyone in their class. Now that he thinks about it, he might have seen Viktor looking back a couple of times. And the guy who sits directly behind Yuuri is pretty cute. Yuuri frowns. He’ll have to keep a look out in psych. 

“Let’s stop running from love, running from love.”

Yuuri straightens up and looks through the windows out over the campus as the song starts to wind down. The radio station building is directly across from him, all the way on the other side of the main quad. Yuuri imagines Viktor is in an office somewhere in that building, leaning back in his chair. Yuuri wonders if he has a window in the recording booth. Probably not. It’s a shame, Viktor’s silver hair would look beautiful with the light of the setting sun.

“And now, dedicated to my Mystery Boy, Dancing On My Own by Calum Scott.”

Yuuri smiles. This is one of his favorite songs.

He turns up the volume on the radio and starts to dance.

I… I was originally gonna wait until I stopped laughing to reblog so my tags weren’t just “ABSKHDJDFSILOVEYOU” but then,, this happened,,,,, um

…

Yuuri arches into his rising sun stretch with a sigh. His fingers twitch, still jittery with nerves despite that Yuuri’s been stretching them away for the past half hour. Leo’s show plays on Yuuri’s laptop set up by the window, despite that its seven minutes into Viktor’s show hour, and Yuuri can’t tell if he’s relieved or so nervous he wants to twist himself into a pretzel.

Yuuri forces himself to take a deep breath. “He’ll come on soon, I can do this,” he mutters under his breath as he sticks his leg behind his head and looks out the studio window for the cute poodle that sometimes plays in the courtyard fountain bellow.

Viktor’s voice filters through his studio while Yuuri moves to pirouettes.

“Hellooooo listeners!” Viktor greets cheerfully. Then a dramatic huff. “You want to know what’s rude? Oblivious beautiful boys who wear leggings to class. And even ruder are the professors who yell at innocent little gays like me for being distracted during class, despite that there’s a literal god in *leggings* in class. God, it’s not *my* fault I couldn’t think in circumstances like that, I’m only human.”

Yuuri snorts at that. Viktor’s more likely a fae that got lost on the way to some eternal party and decided to stick around the more minor version of hell for some goddamn reason than human. His mystery man must be really something if he holds such thrall over Viktor.

“Anyways,” Viktor continues cheerfully. “I’m too gay to function right now, but here’s for him. by Troye Sivan. I’ll take callers after I’ve had a few minutes or sixty to compose myself.”

The song fills the golden lit room and Yuuri frowns at his laptop. Mystery Boy must’ve looked something spectacular today if Viktor’s so rattled he’s replaying songs from the previous week’s shows. The nerves that had chewed him all day have miraculously disappeared to be replaced with furious determination.

By the time the song is done, Yuuri has his phone primed and ready. His ears pick up Viktor’s wistful sigh despite the ringing by his ear (it really is pathetic how easily he gravites to Viktor).

“You can never go wrong with Troye Sivan, I hope- oooh, we have a caller already! Hello there! What’s your name?”

Yuuri moves closer to the studio window, staring out as though he could stare across the quad and all those layers of concrete and stare right into Viktor’s eyes as he speaks to him. “Katsuki Yuuri.”

A yelp and crash follow – echoing oddly as his phone picks up the crash over the radio and loops it back – and Yuuri frowns at his computer and back to the radio station.

“Yuuuuuuuri,” breathes Viktor, sultry and lovely.

…he can’t do this. Fuck, fuck, FUCK, what was he thinking, calling his crush on the radio station?!

“Hi,” Viktor says sweetly, breathlessly. “How are you?”

God, how Mystery Boy didn’t swoon into Viktor’s arms Yuuri will never know, he wants to swoon into Viktor’s arms just at his “hello.”

“Yuuri?”

Right fuck, he’s on right now. “Hi!” Yuuri says too loudly, wincing immediately. Suddenly he’s glad there’s all those layers of concrete and distance separating them. “Hi,” he says again, a tad too quiet.

“Hello!” Yuuri wants to cry at how awkward he’s being and how gracious Viktor is at mitigating his humiliation. God this was such a stupid idea.

“Why have you decided to call me tonight, Yuuri?”

Yuuri coughs. “I called because of your Mystery Boy, actually.”

Viktor’s breath hitches. “Ooh?”

Why must he sound so wistful and lovely? Yuuri shakes off his wobbly knees and his grip tightens around his phone. “Yes! I just wanted to say that I hope he’s listening to your show, right now. I hope he knows how sweet a-and…” Yuuri slides into a sideways split to calm himself, oblivious to Viktor’s choking. “I hope he knows how lucky he’d be to have a guy like you!”

Viktor’s stunned silent for a full thirty seconds, something Yuuri’s never seen happen before. “Yuuri!”

Yuuri hangs up with a yelp and flings his phone across the room, before promptly burying his burning face into his hands. “Why did I do that?!” he yells into the empty studio.

Viktor trails off and Yuuri contemplates flinging himself out the window. He wanted to reassure Viktor, make sure he knew Mystery Boy is a fool for not returning his affections. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass him!

Yuuri really should’ve known better, why’d he even think this would turn out differently?

Viktor’s radio show is still playing on his laptop. Yuuri needs to turn that off the instant he’s done dying.

“Well-I-um,” Viktor says shakily. Yuuri’s face burns brighter and he futily wishes himself out of existence. “That was. Really, sweet and, ah… Here’s a long song by someone, I don’t care, I gotta goenjoybye!!”

Yuuri shuts off the station and starts googling plane tickets to Antarctica.