if i could draw i would draw fanart for this fic !! because em is tragic and likes the gay stuff she writes !!
GASOLINE
HALSEY
victor couldn't find rosé wine, so he stuck with red and sat out on the cold terrace overlooking the glowing city skyline in the distance - reminding him of standing eighty stories high - and pulled out his phone.
the girl with the dark hair and slim waist, the sister of some figure skater whose name victor couldn't be bothered to remember, threw a "call me" over her shoulder, before going down the stairs to get into the taxi that had pulled up outside victor's house for her.
she left her lipstick on his dresser, and straightened her skirt as she headed for the door.
victor didn't bother with a glass - he drank straights from the bottle, which was ice cold and half-empty already.
vnikiforov: yuri
vnikiforov: you there?
victor smiled to himself as he swallowed red wine, as he saw yuri typing a response.
💓: was talking to me at 1 in the morning not enough for you?
vnikiforov: i guess not
vnikiforov: and what happened to "katsudon," huh?
💓: i just had a change of heart
vnikiforov: ah
vnikiforov: the 1975
vnikiforov: fucking nostalgia
"what music would you listen to, when you left apartment 14 far behind, baby?"
💓: do you still listen to them
vnikiforov: you got me listening to them
vnikiforov: it's a life long love
victor laughed, faltered, and downed more wine.
💓: you should listen to them right
💓: its better when you listen to them at night
vnikiforov: and what makes you think i'm not listening to them right now
vnikiforov: i could be
vnikiforov: for all you know
💓: i don't know
💓: because i'm not there
💓: but in my head you're just sitting in that house of yours drinking wine or smoking weed
vnikiforov: god i fucking miss you
💓: is that a yes
💓: it'll be rosé
vnikiforov: it's not rosé
💓: if it's not vodka or rosé, it'll be red
💓: red wine
💓: and you've got a joint in your left hand
💓: i can see it now
vnikiforov: and how do i look
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M.O.N.E.Y • viktuuri ✔️
Fanfictionin which fame isn't kind to teenage celebrity victor nikiforov, and he pays a dark haired boy to make him feel less lonely. copyright @beautifulpyscho 2017 •lowercase intended• snapchat fic//dialogue//texting and a shit load of the 1975 trigger warn...
