YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING
im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music
he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”
& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”
yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”
yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.
“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”
yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”
JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.
the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.
he’s on his 5th red bull.
when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.
“you! how much for your jacket!”
the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.
“jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.
through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.
yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.
yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.
“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says
“good” yurio replies.
no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.
georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”
it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.
“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)
“davai!” yuuri says.
yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”
they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.
yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.
beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.
Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D
dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist
There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”
“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.
“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.
“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.
“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”
“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”
“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”
“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”
“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”