Who will be the lucky fake fan/username to have a conversation with Pop Star YuuriK? Hmm…

cuttlemefishwrites:

cuttlemefishwrites:

@ fan2placeholder

Ok but did YOUR man just drop $3 million to rewrite history so
you can rule ancient Egypt? #myidolsbetterthanyours #getyouaman #yuuvik

Yuuri Katsuki-Nikiforov @ katsukiyofficial

Yes, he did, and it
was more like $3.4 million, actually.

@ fan2placeholder

OMG DID @KATSUKIYOFFICIAL JUST LIKE AND RESPOND TO MY TWEET?
I’m dead do not revive let me die I will never pin another tweet again

@ fan2placeholder 

AAAAH THIS ISN’T HAPPENING DID @VNIKIFOROV ALSO JUST LIKE MY
TWEET? #dead #ripme

Speaking of which! HAVE A SNEAK PEEK:

Look, Yuuri was born to play the lead in a Viktor
Nikiforov music video. He’d known this since the day he first saw Viktor’s
debut music video to All Eyes on Me.

Appearing as a hologram in a few of Viktor’s
apology videos had been little consolation to his knowledge that he was depriving
the world of an opportunity to see him as a #VikNikVideoVixen. Triple V status
was highly coveted and prized, the type of stuff that made models into super models
and icons into legends. Even with a ring on his finger and a Viktor on his bed, Yuuri craved that title like he did getting his hands on Viktor’s iconic black leather jacket. Naturally, Yuuri was not going to let Viktor cast someone else as the lead for this video, which meant
Iman had to go – no hard feelings, of
course, considering she was Eureka’s third Godmother. A couple of re-writes later (to reflect the fact that Yuuri used to
fuck with a magical asshole that broke his heart in Spain and left him saddled
with two babies before trying to return and go brrrrdot dot dot all over his fucking pyramid,) and the script was
flawless and so was Yuuri’s dark, eyeliner wing. 

Of course, the thing about
playing a fabulous lead is that there’s a lot involved in getting into character,
which meant Yuuri had spent the last two days demanding to be carried
everywhere without too much success because they had two toddlers that also
wanted to be carried everywhere by Viktor.

“Does a Pharaoh walk on his own?” Yuuri asks
haughtily. “I’m supposed to be a representative for the gods, Viktor!” – which Eureka seems to find hilarious as she toddles around his legs.

Viktor arches an eyebrow, bouncing their son, “You
realize I’m playing an actual god, right? I’m supposed to be Horus.”

Yuuri laughs, watching as VikNik Jr. tries to play
with Viktor’s micro-braid.

“Oh wait, you’re serious. Oh my god, Viktor, you made yourself a god?”

(Yuuri’s not sure if he’s just shook by the news, or shook and turned on, but he decides he’ll have to explore his feelings later. Right now, they need to get to the set so Yuuri can fulfill his dreams of finally getting to be a video vixen.)

“Have you not read your script?” Viktor squawks,
looking offended for the millionth time that morning as they try to prepare to make
a trip to the set for the first time. “Yuuri! Even VikNik Jr. knows his role
and lines, don’t you, my darling?”

VikNik Jr. blinks, beaming as he says, “Daddy, I’m bored.
I want to be entertained.”

“Good job!” Viktor cheers, carrying his son to the
door.

“I think they’re relegating us to supporting cast,
baby girl.” Yuuri tells his daughter as he picks her up. Eureka stares at Yuuri
with a neutral expression on her face until he pokes one of her dimples. The
smile she gives him is blinding. “I agree. We’re going to dazzle them. They won’t
know what hit them.”