(this is fucking adorable)

➯𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!

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『𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫 』

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yuri and otabek walked out of the hotel and towards the town.

yuri walks behind otabek and shouts at him, "where the hell are we going? who are you!?"

otabek ignores him, continuing to walk forward.

"hey asshole, answer me!" yuri looks about ready to kick him.

otabek sighs and stops, "just walk with me. through the town."

he opens his mouth to speak, before stopping himself, now walking next to otabek silently.

they silently walk together, passing stores and cafes decked in christmas lights.

it's not long before yuri speaks up again, "so, how do you and y/n know each other?"

otabek stares straight ahead, "we met at a training camp 6 years ago. she was only 10 and i was 12. she was rather shy, but would sometimes get an attitude out of no where if she didn't like something. it got her in trouble by the instructors a lot." 

otabek lightly smiles to himself, thinking back, "we just sort of became friends and kept in touch. honestly for a while there i think i might've liked her myself."

yuri scoffs at this, "and what about now?"

"it doesn't matter now, it's too late." otabek dismisses him, and cuts yuri off before he can respond, "so i take it you don't remember me?"

yuri, taken aback by this, says, "huh?? i've never met you before."

"we were at the same training camp about 4 years ago. i'm not surprised you don't remember, you were always focused and alone and i was pretty quiet myself."

"hm, well what about it?" yuri asks.

"you reminded me a lot of y/n. you were both visibly more talented than those around you, and when you guys perform no one can look away."

yuri furrows his brows, "what are you getting at here?"

otabek stops walking, "well first off, i'd like to ask you something."

yuri stops, "spit it out."

he sighs, "when are you going to tell y/n how you feel about her?"

yuri is caught off guard and freezes, "wh-what..?"

otabek just stares down at him.

he avoids eye contact, "i... i don't know yet, okay? how am i supposed to know if she even likes me?"

"you can't." otabek says bluntly.

"tch. well that's helpful, asshole."

otabek starts walking again, "what i mean is, you'll never get anywhere by waiting around. believe me, i would know..." he looks up at the sky.

"yeah well it's not that easy." yuri says.

he sighs, "look, if it'll make you feel better i've known y/n a long time and i've never seen her look at someone so affectionately."

yuri scoffs, "tch, well she seems to be very clear about us being friends only."

otabek sighs, "she's like that. she can be a little dense about romantic situations... but that's no reason to give up."

 "then how the hell am i supposed to tell her?" 

otabek shrugs, "you tell me. i'm not the one confessing." and walks leaving yuri behind.

yuri shouts at him, "then what was the point of this!!?"

"better figure it out cause we're all competing tomorrow! and dinner is in half an hour." otabek calls over his shoulder.

yuri stuffs his hands in his pockets, glaring at the ground as he walks behind otabek again, following him to whatever restaurant everyone's going to.

he walks by couples walking and laughing, couples sitting at benches while looking at christmas lights, and couples buying gifts...

yuri thinks to himself, gifts... maybe i could...

he suddenly stops, and looks up at the store next to him, the light from inside shining on his face.

he looks into the window of the shop, scanning the items.

"that's it!" his eyes light up and he blushes. he reaches for the door.

"OTABEK!" yuri shouts to him before entering the store, "i'm gonna get something hold on a minute!"

otabek turns to him and nods as yuri leaves excitedly. 

he smiles to himself, do what i couldn't yurio...

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time skip brought to you by some good ass brownies i made

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『𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙥𝙤𝙫 』

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i stand by the door as i wait for mila and sara. i check my phone, 7:28.

"guys, we're gonna be late! the hotel set up dinner for us in their restaurant for 7:30!" i call to them.

"we're coming, but this hair won't dry itself!" sara shouts.

i sigh. man i'm getting tired...

a few seconds later mila and sara scramble out of the bathroom, grabbing their shoes.

"okay okay, i'm ready let's go!" mila says.

"yes! i'm starving come on!!"sara shouts. before we can react she grabs our hands and rushes out of the room.

she drags us all across the hotel, when she suddenly comes to screeching halt, fully stopping and sending mila and i flying forward.

"AH!" i have no time to stop myself, so i shut my eyes and brace for impact.

but it never comes. i slowly open my eyes, to be met with a pair of shining blue ones, slightly covered by soft blonde hair.

i feel heat rise to my cheeks. shit. it's just my luck to see yuri immediately after realizing i like him...

i look to my right and see mila caught by otabek next to us. well that's a twist i didn't expect...

i turn to look back at yurio. he caught me right against his chest.

my mind goes blank. fuck how do i act around him now!? do i act like a... friend?? dammit i guess i have to...

he looks at me, blushing.

before he can say anything i quickly step back out of his embrace.

"haha! thanks for catching me yuratchka~!" i nervously laugh.

"i... uhm.." he fumbles over his words and stares at me.

"what's wrong? cat got your tongue kitty boy?" i tease him, trying to act casual.

he seems to finally snap out of it, glancing down at something in his pocket before looking back up.

"shut up piglet! next time i'll let you fall." he scoffs and turns to walk into the restaurant. mila otabek and i follow, and i see mila looks rather flustered. sara went ahead of us in a search for food.

i sigh, phew, back to normal.

"whatever you say, fanboy. the offers still up if you want me to sign those posters~" i smirk as i walk past him.

"why you-" yuri is about to fight back when someone cuts him off.

"Y/N!!" suddenly i'm tackled by someone.

"minako..?" i look past her shoulder as she hugs me to see mari behind her waving. "mari?? when did you guys get here!?"

"hey y/n, our flight just landed a couple hours ago and yuuri told us to come here. we're here to cheer you all on!" mari says.

"yes! you've been doing great! ...except for last time. what the hell happened y/n? you got 3rd, you cut it too close you might not have made it to the finals-" minako starts ranting.

my eyes go wide and i try to shut minako up, "AHEM! uh, it's fine. i made it to the finals didn't i? it was just a rough week i guess..." i glance at yurio who was looking for a place to sit, "but like i said before, i'm winning this season, no matter what."

i start walking to the tables once again. minako is about to ask more questions when mari grabs her, "let's find somewhere to sit minako." and she drags her away from me.

thank you mari, i owe you.

i walk up to where everyone else is sitting.

"y/n!! you made it!" phichit shouts, sitting next to sara.

"hey phichit! long time no see." i wave. i was mainly friends with him through yuuri.

suddenly victor stands up, "y/n! come sit with us!"

i smile and walk over to their table, which has victor, yuuri, phichit, sara, and chris.

i take a seat across victor and in between chris and sara. i look around at the other tables.

one next to ours has otabek, mila, and yurio. and another has minako, mari, JJ and some other family members.

"hey y/n, i haven't seen you since last season's grand prix. you and yuuri have both changed so much." chris says to me.

"haha yeah, it's been a pretty crazy year. i wasn't even sure i'd come back this year, i definitely didn't think i'd be training with yurio and lilia." i say.

yuuri chimes in, "i know right! i remember last year i was pretty much always alone besides with y/n, even at the banquet. i couldn't even talk to victor." he laughs.

"seriously, you would have to be black out drunk or something!" yuuri and i laugh.

suddenly victor chokes and spits his drink out.

chris and sara look at us like we're crazy. "you guys really don't remember..?" she asks.

"i mean yuuri was pretty much black out drunk." chris says.

"wait... what?" yuuri and i ask confused.

mila picks up on our conversation from the other table, "oh my god! are you guys talking about last year's banquet?"

"hold on, someone explain." i ask. what the hell happened last year?? i just remember watching yuuri's competition, a bit of the boring banquet, and leaving the next day!

chris chuckles, "yuuri got so drunk he started pole dancing. of course i did too."

"WHAT!?" yuuri and i shout.

"it's true, i think i still have the photos!" chris says, pulling out his phone.

"NO WAY! lemme see!" i shout, looking over chris' shoulder at his phone.

"me too! i can't believe it." phichit says next to me.

suddenly minako and mari appear, "let us see!!"

"WAIT NO! don't look at that!" yuuri starts panicking.

"OH MY GOD YUURI!" phichit and i burst out laughing.

"yuuri that's so dirty!" minako exclaims.

"that's not all, he danced almost all night with victor." chris says.

"HUH!??" yuuri shouts.

(just had to do this)

"oh my god..." yuuri looks mortified.

"this is amazing." minako says.

"yuuri was all over victor, and he begged him to come to japan and be his coach!" chris says.

victor stays silent, still recovering.

"i can't believe it." i laugh.

mila speaks up, "but that's not all! yuri and yurio had a dance battle!!"

"WHAT! i have to see this!" i shout.

yurio hears us, and walks up to our table, "HOLD ON! you aren't showing her any of that!"

he tries to stop chris but he's already scrolling through the photos.

(BYE THIS PIC IS SO HOT)

i gasp. i can't believe my eyes...

"yuri and yurio had a dance battle and i can't remember it!? chris send me those right now." i tell him.

"y/n don't you remember what you did?" mila asks.

"huh?"

victor finally regains his composure, "y/n you don't remember? i mean we all thought you were a little tipsy but not that bad..."

"HUH!?" okay now i'm freaking out.

i look around at everyone staring at me. yurio has gone quiet.

"what... what did i do??"

chris speaks up, "you must be a lightweight y/n. i think you had multiple cups of the punch not knowing it was spiked with alcohol..."

"so what you're saying is... I GOT DRUNK? please tell me i didn't do embarrassing things like yuuri..."

(dw bout illegal stuff-) 

"HEY!" yuuri shouts.

victor explains, "you actually met yurio last year at the banquet, you were cheering him on in the dance battle." he bursts out laughing.

chris continues, "and that's not all, you were constantly hitting on yuri. you danced with him most of the night, you two were practically glued to each other."

mila starts laughing, "it was crazy. i had never seen yuri have so much fun."

my face goes completely red, "i... i did all that..?"

"it's true, i have photos~" chris says.

>> insert photos of you and yuri dancing ;)

chris scrolls through the photos. there's me smiling drunkenly into the camera, flailing my arms around, spinning around with yuri, and him and i in a dip pose.

"oh my god." i stare in shock.

victor laughs, "if i remember correctly you wouldn't leave yurio alone because you kept telling him how you'll return to compete if he visits japan. that's half the reason he came."

i turn to look at yuri, and see him blushing.

victor continues, "you guys danced well together, maybe you should consider pairs skating~"

we both whip our heads to him, "no way!" we shout.

everyone laughs and the excitement starts to die down. food is brought out and we all sit down again.

i cannot believe i did that...

i look up, taking a glance at yuri only to see him staring at me, before we both quickly turn away.

i bury my face in my hands, what the hell am i gonna do about this...

"hey y/n, how's it going with your 'friend'?" victor asks.

i groan, "oh shut up victor, i'm too tired for this."

him and yuuri laugh, "alright fine, i'll leave you alone for now. but you should eat we all have our competitions tomorrow, since they put men's and women's in the same day."

i sigh, "yeah, you're right. thanks." i take a plate of food.

as i eat i feel the exhaustion from the day hit me. so far i've woke up early this morning to see yuri and i cuddling... then got on a plane, then got dragged by sara, mila and yurio's fangirls to be interrogated, and finally we made it to dinner. what a day...

i finish my food and yawn, leaning my head onto my hand. my eyelids feel heavy.

sleep sounds really great right about now...

i try to stay awake and keep up with the conversations around me, but before i know it my eyes fully close, and i go unconscious. 

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『𝙣𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫 』

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victor looks around as people start to leave, and takes notice to y/n passed out in front of him.

he notices yurio get up to leave.

"yurio, come here." he tries to quietly call him.

"what!? what is it old man??" he shouts. y/n moves slightly.

"shh. y/n is sleeping, can you take her to her room?"

yuri looks down at her peacefully sleeping. without another word he picks her up in his arms, careful not to wake her.

he turns and walks towards the hotel lobby, and gets on the elevator.

if i remember correctly yakov said her room is 528, and mine is next to it. luckily he gave me our keycards before hand. he thinks to himself.

he gets off on the 5th floor, and walks down the hall.

almost the entire time he looks down at y/n sleeping form in his arms, examining her features.

god, what are you doing to me y/n?

he looks up and sees room 528.

as carefully as he can, he sits y/n on the floor for a second to get the keycard, before opening the door and carrying her into