You Only Live Once [Yuuri x Reader]

Chapter Eighteen: Award Ceremony

I cheered for Yuri as he skated onto the ice. He hadn't succeeded in getting gold this year, but he had made silver. I knew that this performance would only push him harder to make a better show next year.

Yuri would surely win gold one day, but with Victor throwing himself back into the rink, things would get difficult.

When their awards were passed out I only had a moment to hug Yuri before I had to go out and get my own award. All of the awards were given on the same day for some odd reason. Skaters had to wear their costumes from their free skate when collecting the award, I guess so people aren't covered in tears and sweat when they gained their award.

The third and second place winners went onto the ice before me and I was the last to file out. We skated around the arena a few times, waving to the fans before going to our podiums.

They announced us one by one, third, second, and then first. I cheered on my fellow competitors with all voice I had in me. This left me nearly raw by the time I had to give a speech. Thanks for telling me I had to give a speech Victor.

I smiled widely and waved tot he crowd, placing the medal around my neck. I held the microphone and gave a shy smile.

"I would like to start off and give a big thank you to all of Japan for supporting me so much this season. I really appreciate every bit of it," I started off, taking a deep breath. "I would also like to show my appreciation to all of the skaters who competed with me with great sportsmanship and support. It's been a great season and I wish you all the best of luck for upcoming seasons."

I looked over and saw the male skaters that competed with Yuri. "Also, a special thanks to the male skaters that came to support me in our final competition instead of taking the time for practice," I smiled and looked at Yuri. "And of course. I couldn't forget my coach, Yuri Katsuki, for supporting me and making sure I didn't kill myself with work. This season has been the best season I've ever had and I'm looking forward to many more."

I handed the microphone to the worker who handed it to me. He replaced the mic with an arrangement of F/C flowers that I absolutely adored. Even better, they were plastic. Meaning they wouldn't die. I could keep them forever.

They also rewarded me with a matching flower crown that was honestly the cutest think ever.

I skated off of the ice with my competitors and met with everyone else in the locker rooms. Chris walked in and cheered. "Time for the after party! Hey Yuri, are you ready to pick up where we left off?" He offered getting uncomfortable close to my boyfriend. I grabbed Yuri's hand and pulled him to the opposite side of me to put more space between him and Chris.

"Watch it you Swedish perv. That's my boyfriend," I warned with a glare. Yuri's face was read from being flustered.

Chris pouted. "Of course. Women always ruin the fun," He whined, turning away. I almost pounced at him, but Yuri stopped me by wrapping an arm around my waist.

I huffed in annoyance and Yuri smiled. "Come on, let's get ready for the party," He encouraged, trying to change the topic. I huffed and walked with him, taking my skates off before we left.

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I walked into the beautifully decorated party where people sat, talking and chatting. I had changed into an F/C dress. It had sparkles across the tool fabric that covered my chest and ended at my shoulders. The dress fell to my knees, barely flaring out. There was a tool fabric in between the top and bottom piece that made it look less plain. I couldn't wear heels because of my ankle, but I was able to wear flats with a brace.

People greeted me and I did the same to them. We had some light conversation while I shipped some champagne. I looked at my watch. The party started over and hour ago and Yuri wasn't here yet. He wasn't the type to play the "fashionably late" card so I was worried.

By the time he finally arrived, I have knocked back several glasses of champagne and I was already a bit ditzy. Yuri looked at me and noticed the empty glasses. He laughed and grabbed my hand, spinning me around. "You look gorgeous," He complimented me.

I smiled. "You look very handsome," I complimented, fixing his tie. He smiled at me and took a glass of champagne. "How about neither of us get too drunk tonight," I suggested, laughing.

Yuri quickly nodded in agreement.

Neither of us stuck to that agreement.

By the end of the night, not only Yuri and I, but Victor and Chris were just as drunk as the rest of us.

"Come on, kitty!" I cheered as I pulled the Russian blonde onto the dance floor with me.

"I am not a cat and I will not be repeating last year!" He shouted, angry as always. I pouted, my eyes watering ever so slightly as I sniffled.

Yuri groans and followed me onto the dance floor. Our dance off ended when yuri made the first move. There was no way I'd win against that. No. Way. I knew that even while I was drunk.

The rest of the night was mostly blurred, but I did get to see pictures from Phitchit's phone. Turns out, we're all equally sexual and crazy when we're drunk.

Even more so when we're all together. It was quite the nightmare.

Whoopsie?