Barbie Boy

Oh my god I'm so sorry for this hot mess that I've created it's not even that good oh boy here we go

Yurio was sprawled out on the soft sofa in the living room. His golden hair formed a halo around his head as he stared up at his phone. Beka was away at practice, so he had nothing to do but scroll through his tag on social media. Well, he could talk to Victor...

He quickly shook away those thoughts. Talking to Victor meant talking to the pig, and that was the last thing he wanted to do at all. So there he laid, bored out of his mind with absolutely nothing to do but look at what his angels had to say about him.

One picture in particular caught his eye that maid his blood boil the more he looked at it. It was a picture of him dressed as a fucking Barbie doll, his short hair curled, his body covered in a tight dress that left little to the imagination. They even remembered the tall heels that the doll usually wears. Beneath the picture was a caption that said 'Look at our cute little Kitten <3 Just a quick sketch I randomly thought up.'

Yurio didn't even think before he began typing. 'Who the FUCK do you think you are? You can't just draw pictures of people in almost no fucking clothing. Take this shit down before I-' He stopped to think for a second. Yakov would kill him, especially if he threatened a fan online. It would also ruin his public appearance. Instead, he angrily chucked his phone at the wall and pouted.

A loud crack resounded throughout the room, and Yurio cringed a bit. It wasn't the first time he'd broken a phone like that, but it still didn't sound pretty. The screen wouldn't even light up anymore.

Suddenly, a song began to blare loudly from his phone. He dropped the phone which caused the screen to finally light up, but he still couldn't get it to respond to touch. It took him a few seconds to realize what the horrible song was.

"Is...is that Barbie Girl? Oh god save me from this madness." He couldn't even make it stop playing. He tried hitting it on the table several times before he decided resistance was futile and gave up. He listened to the song run through until he thought it was near the end.

He breathed a deep sigh of relief when the sound briefly went quiet but let out a load groan of despair when it started again a few seconds later. By the third play, Yurio was on the floor next to the phone humming along. By the fourth play, he knew the lyrics by heart and mumbled them as he laid on the floor next to his broken phone while one of his kittens laid on his stomach.

And that was how Otabek found his boyfriend shouting the lyrics to a Barbie song after a tiring day at practice.

Yurio couldn't hear the door open and close nor head Otabek calling him because the music was too loud. Yurio had all three kittens on the floor around him as he danced and sang to the song. He was nearing the end of the song. "You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imaginati-AH BEKA."

Otabek was speechless. He'd just found his ferocious tiger in the living room wearing a tight dress and very high heels. 'Where did he even get those from?' He expected Yuuri, Victor, even himself to wear a dress before Yurio would even consider it.

Every time Yurio moved, the tight dress would slip up his thighs a bit until he gently pulled it back down. The heels made his already muscled calves look even better. Otabek just silently stared until his boyfriend noticed him and almost fell from surprise.

After letting out a surprised shriek, Yurio panicked and crushed the phone with his heavy heel, effectively stopping the music. Both stared silently until Otabek tried to speak up.

"Yura-"

"This isn't what it looks like. Why are you here?" Yurio gradually turned more red until his face looked like a tomato. He was so busy trying to explain himself that he didn't notice Otabek approaching him until he was already over the shorter man's shoulder.

"Beka, what are you doing?" The blonde tried to wiggle off of the older man's shoulder until Beka lightly slapped his ass.

"Be still. I don't want to drop you."

"Why are you here so early anyway? You were supposed to be gone for another two hours."

"I just wanted to see you, and I'm glad I came early or I would have missed the show."

Beka gently lowered Yurio to the bed and crawled over his thin frame before placing light kisses on the side of his neck. "Ah, Beka wait. W-what about Victor and Y-Yuuri?"

"We have at least an hour before they get back. Might as well spend it doing something useful."
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At the ice rink, Victor had the security cameras to his house pulled up. He'd had the cameras installed when Yurio came to stay with them so that he could check on the younger male while he was gone.

He watched with amusement as the blond danced around in the heels and dress that he'd only seen on Yuuri. He couldn't keep his laughter inside as he watched Otabek walk in and scare the younger male.

"Victor, let's go. Yakov will start yelling if he catches you goofing off."

"Yuuri! Come watch this." The brunette skated to the edge of the ice to watch the video of their angry son dancing in his heels and dress.

"Maybe we should tell him about the cameras when we get home."

I seriously don't know what came over me. I started writing a victuuri version, but some others suggested that Otayuri might be better. It wasn't supposed to escalate to smut, so I stopped it there because I've never written one. If someone wants to draw a Yurio dressed as Barbie, I'd love to see it.