Its 1936 and Victor just broke up with Yuri. (sry Victuuri shippers D:)
Victor wins the Olympics and meets daddy Stalin.
A beautiful relationship blossoms.
Literally like 3 weeks before the 1936 Berlin Olympics, Victor breaks up with Yuri.
"You know its not working out Yuri. Its just that I need a sugar daddy. You're too young. I need someone like 50+." "Deadass...?" Yuri is speechless. This man did not just coach him through the fucking Grand Prix Final, leave him to deal with a fucking 15 yr old for months, and kiss him on live television. Fuck no.
Calm and rational Yuri screeched and hurled his skates at Victor. Victor's balls went up into his throat, literally he choked on his sack. Sputtering on his nuts, he dogged the Gucci Vitton skates and scurried away.
(Approximately 24 hours later):
Victor was on the phone crying to Yuri Plisetsky. "I had to break up with him. Yuratchka I had to!" He blubbered, ugly crying. "He didn't take it well at all!" There was a silence on the other end. "Ok boomer." Yurio replied. "Wait deadass? That's all you have to say?" Victor is confuzzled. He expected drama.
Yurio took a deep sigh, "I think you are an asshole and fuck you because I was a Victuuri shipper and now you have ruined it. Fuck you I hope you catch cancer. Your block button looks so hot right now. goodbye." He hungup and blocked Victor. Big rip. (wait could u block ppl on the phone back then? Actually idk nvm)
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