Yuri's POV
Few days later...
"No not like that idiot!"
"I'm trying, just give me a minute.... done"
I look in the mirror and move my head side to side
"Hmm good but not perfect" "It must be perfect" I mimic.
"Oh, screw him" Beka huffs "It will do"
I sigh and let it go I don't want to become a bridezilla too or best... man...zilla? Maybe?
"What are you thinking about Yuri?"
"Uh nothing" I laugh.
"Don't make me tickle it out of you"
I gasp "You wouldn't!" he walks towards me "Oh fuck no!"
I run from the room but he's close behind me "Ahh" I yell as he grabs my waist and tackles me to the ground "Beka!" he tickles my spot on my hips and I scream and laugh.
"B-Beka no"
"Tell me!"
"Never!"
"Okay then" he tickles me harder, his body on top of mine keeping me down on the floor.
"Ahh! okay okay! I give in!"
Beka laughs and kisses my cheek.
"I was thinking about not becoming a bridezilla"
He blinks at me.
"That is not what I was expecting you to say... at all. Not even close" he says in surprise.
"Can you get off me now, you are so heavy Beka" He smiles at me cheekily
Oh no... he gets up quickly and throws me over his shoulder taking me to the bedroom and drops me on the bed before I can react.
"Beka!"
He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my chest, I reach out and absentmindedly stroke his hair.
"Kitten?"
"Yeah" I say smiling at his use of my recent nickname, I would never let anyone but him call me that.
"I love you" he says.
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Otayuri (fluff) The boy with the golden hair.
FanfictionWhat happens after the Grand Prix Final. I can't write smut so fluff it is! the writing gets better the further you read. It is ultimately the story of two teenage boys opening up to their feelings. There will be some birthdays, a little of angst, a...
