👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
DRACO : remember the times I hated you? well i didn’t. you were and always continue to be amazing and brave and everything i couldn’t have and my heart races whenever i see your stupid face. you probably aren’t gay but i’m as gay as fuck and I kinda love you.
HARRY : …lets get you another drink.
*twenty minutes later, four more drinks, and snogging in a corner of the pub*
DRACO : my father will not be hearing about this…;)
AND NOBODY ELSE THREW THEMSELVES AT THE TUM BOMB SO ANYWAY I’M DRINKING FOREVER
Victor is pretty drunk - not like, climb on top of a castle and yell he’s Yuri’s future, so take that, Yuri’s imaginary past lovers!!!!!! drunk, but drunk enough to lose what vague idea of personal space he has. He’s cuddled up to Yuri’s lap with his nose shoved under Yuri’s shirt. He’s kind of humming, although he might just be talking to himself in Russian. It kind of tickles, the feeling of his lips moving and his voice buzzing against Yuri’s skin. It must look stupid, but everybody is just giving fondly amused looks to them.
Yuri’s kind of drunk too, so it’s okay. He strokes Victor’s head, under Yuri’s shirt.
Victor croons quietly.
“What?” says Yuri.
“Tum,” says Victor, pulling his head out of Yuri’s shirt for a second. “Tummy tum tummmmm, you have a tuummmmmm.”
For a split second Yuri wonders if Victor is making fun of him. It’s true that he’s put on a little weight during the off season, but he hadn’t thought it was that bad. Not as bad as after Vicchan died, at least. His heart gives an unpleasant thump.
Then Victor nuzzles in with the happiest sigh he’s ever heard, like a poodle settling down in the middle of the bed and leaving you six inches to do your best in, and kisses his stomach. He gives it ten or twelve little butterfly kisses, like he can’t help himself. “Yuri’s so sweet like this,” he says. “Yuri’s so beautiful.”
Yuri blushes, but he curls his hand around the tender curve of Victor’s skull. This is ridiculous. He loves Victor so much it feels like his heart is going to burst out of his chest. He’s so happy.
“You’re very weird,” he tells the lump of Victor’s head. “I can’t believe I’m going to marry you.”
Victor says, just loud enough for Yuri to hear, but quiet enough so that Yuri wonders if he knows he’s saying it out loud: “I can’t believe it either.”