size queen yuri plisetsky’s twitter brags
y’all, i thought about this headcanon while i was going to sleep and kept giggling about it and here we are??? i’m also obsessed with yuri being a size queen i literally cannot get enough of it. anyway, sorry for all of this??it got away from me hardcore??
groans, buries deeper into his blankets to avoid the sunlight creeping into the
bedroom. His skin aches, his head aches, his throat aches; upon further inspection,
he realizes there’s nothing that doesn’t ache,
which typically means it was a very good night.
It’s all a bit hazy, only vague memories floating through the remnants of too much alcohol and the softness of sleep. Yuri recalls finally stumbling to the club after the pre-game at one of Otabek’s friend’s house. He remembers pocketing both of their phones while Otabek took the DJ stand for a set (or two, or three?), but past that…not more much than the burn of booze and wandering hands and, naturally, Beka’s lips, but that all was pretty standard for a night out in Almaty.