Request: may i request a drabble with yuri plisetsky? reader is a skater from Japan, about the same skill level as him, and they're already in a relationship. can you do something with reader being jealous? i apologize my wording is terrible
Title: “I’m Not Jealous, I Swear!”
Genre: a lil mix of angsty, fluffy, and romantic (if you squint, in some cases). plus some tiny comedy cuz yoi antics-
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky X GN!Reader
Notes: So, this was pushed back for the longest time, but it’s done now and I hope it’s to your liking! I apologize that it took me as long as it did to finish it, but college dealings, work, my birthday, and a ton of other personal crap came along and decided to knock me square on my ass.
That said, it’s done now and ready to read! I really do hope you like it, and I also really appreciate the request itself! (And don’t worry about the wording, I understood it perfectly!)
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You and Yurio were connected at the hip when possible.
Though you hailed from different countries, you both managed to convene and get to know each other over the years and the multiple competitions. Though you were both in the same age groups each time, you both never really interacted until the time Yuri had come from Russia.
You and Yuuri were the only officially registered Japanese figure skaters, and you had seen the whole fiasco with Victor and Yuuri. The drunken dancing, the absolute lack of awareness for personal space, and the extreme secondhand embarassment.
And the eye contact you made with the blonde Russian boy.
The words that Yuuri spoke directly to the face of the renowned figure skater rang true, apparently. Especially when you were met with the face of said figure skater and Yuuri, red-faced.
The rink was no different, as you were skating beside the taller silver-head and the raven-ette was stuck behind the walls. You shared a very surface level conversation with the world-renowned award winning figure skater, as well, but mostly kept to yourself until you left the rink.
That is, until you went to see about going to the rink with the two the following morning.
You dropped by the hot springs early in the morning, seeing as the sun had barely even started to rise yet. Dead tired, but determined, you met with Yuuri’s family and were provided a breakfast fit for a god by his mother.
Footsteps were heard through the walls, and expecting no one else besides Victor or Yuuri himself, you kept eating.
“You!”
What.
And the rest was history.
Yurio and yourself never failed to appreciate and improve the others abilities throughout the experience of the two Russian skaters residing in your home.
Even after he lost to Yuuri in the small competition that was held, you and Yuri made a promise to keep in contact. And keep in contact you did.
Facetime calls, text messages, funny pictures from Instagram, and videos and songs for the upcoming Grand Prix resulted in the two of you developing a bond that people could only dream of finding in their life at any point.
When you both finally met again, you being trailed by Victor and Yuuri (who also happened to be attached at the hip), you and Yuri immediately made a b-line for the other.
Anyone around the two of you could clearly see (or at least confidently infer) that the two of you were dating. And dating you were.
As soon as competitions and practices were done for the day, you and Yurio agreed to meet up at a popular restaurant. Upon hearing of the plan, Victor had decided to take Yuuri there and join you two.
“Victor, I was kind of...well, hoping that Yurio and I could dine together. Alone. In peace.” You punctuated your words with sharp looks at the tall skater-turned-coach.
“Of course, however-”
“No, Victor, I’m saying that Yuri and want to be alone. On a-” You gulped, this would be the first one you’ve had with him in months.
Victor sent a knowing look your way, watching as your body tensed up. Fidgeting with your hands was all he needed to see to solidify what he was thinking.
“Alright, alright! Yuuri and I will go someplace else, then, yeah?” And, alas, the plan was set.
You met with Yuri - or at least planned to - at 7 PM. Stood beside the door in your most flattering semi-formal wear and warm jacket, you pulled your phone out to text him.
‘are you almost here?’
Exiting your messages, you slipped your phone into the pocket it resided in previously and wrapped your arms around yourself to keep your body as warm as you could in the winter weather.
Yawning, you kept an eye out for your blonde boyfriend, watching the streetlights to see if his slight frame would pop out from the shadows.
Peeking around a corner, you noticed him walking along the sidewalk, but he was accompanied by someone. Someone that was not you. Someone that was getting a little too touchy - something that both you and Yuri had to agree on.
The girl had ears on her head, leading you to assume that she was one of his more forward fangirls. Practically hanging off his arm, she had hearts for eyes and Yuri looked like he was fighting the urge to throw up at the mere sight of her.
By the time he was within earshot, you could hear her gushing about the area and the sights within it, which ones would be best for him to see, causing you to flare red.
People around you would have seen steam bursting out of your ears if it were possible.
“There you are! I was getting worried about you,” you shouted, speedwalking to meet the boy and the brat midway. “Did something happen?”
Yuri sent a semi-panicked, semi-annoyed glance to the fan to his side. “Crossed paths with a fan on the way here.” His eye twitched as he ripped his arm from her grasp as easily as he could. “Sorry about that.”
You, in a moment of impulse, grasped his arm and hugged him close to your body. “It’s all good, seeing as you’re okay, darling. Should we get a table now?”
Yuri went red, as did the girl that trailed him, and you just snuggled yourself into his side. He blinked, lost, before stuttering out and low answer. “Yeah, sounds good.”
The girl huffed and stormed off, glaring at you when she’d peer over her shoulder when sulking away. You just sent her a smug grin, mouthing the words ‘He’s mine’.
It took him a solid ten minutes to regain his composure, which happened to hit him when the both of you were already seated in the restaurant. Your jacket was off, and you had your phone laid to the side of the table, waving your hands in his face.
“Are you there?”
Blinking himself to reality, he spoke. “What just happened?”
You raised an eyebrow, turning away and pursing your lips. “Nothing much. Scared your fan off for you, though.”
You diverted your attention to a really attractive neon sign at the corner of the room and got flustered. Yuri narrowed his eyes. “Mhm, sure, of course. Totally weren’t jealous, were we? You just helped to get her off my back?”
Your nose scrunched up. “Yes, that’s right. That’s why.” You crossed your arms and sat proudly in your seat, lips still pursed and attention still away from the blonde.
“You know you always avoid eye contact and act all haughty when you lie, right?” His smirk burned itself into your memory and flashed behind your eyes despite the fact that you weren’t able to see it at the moment.
“I- I do not.”
“That was another lie.”
“Was not.”
“Was too.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“Sure it wasn’t.”
The air around you two turned playful.
With his voice dropped, Yuri leaned into you as you remained firm in your stance. “You also know that you are absolutely adorable when you’re flustered, too, right?”
You deflated and, if his eyes weren’t deceiving him, the tips of your ears were starting to flush. “Here? Really?” Your eyes were wide.
“Finally got your attention.” He smiled, small but meaningful, and continued. “You aren’t going to lose me to some shameless fan, okay? You’re my one and only, alright?”
Nibbling your bottom lip, you nodded slightly. “I know, it’s just that she was getting handsy and it was getting late and you were getting uncomfortable....”
“That’s true, but that wasn’t why you cuddled me in street, was it?” he taunted, the tone of his voice light, airy, and teasing.
“I swear, I wasn’t jealous!”
“I’ll believe that when pigs fly. Anyway, what did you want to eat tonight? My treat.”
Request: Can I please request a imagine with Yuri Plisetsky where he has a girlfriend that is taller than him (put don't tease him about that) and she loves to pamper him?
Title: When You Tower Over Your Boyfriend
Genre: mega fluff. seriously. if your teeth haven't rotted by the end of this, then you're lying
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!Reader
Notes: This is so cute, istg- I'm just imagining Yuri doing things to grab his girl's attention and there's so much room for comedy. I love it!
(I would also like to mention that this gave me a really well-needed break from homework because it’s kind of overwhelming and this was really sweet-)
Either way, this is probably gonna come out a little later than I would like it to. I apologize for that, but I hope you enjoy it either way! I tried to incorporate multiple points for comedy to come intact as well as a few in which it could be calmer.
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let’s cover the basics here:
1. he wouldn’t really care about how tall you are. like at all.
(at most, it’s an afterthought)
2. even if he did, he finds your height attractive.
3. that, and the fact that you avoid doing anything that many others have tried to do regarding his height.
(i imagine you being somewhere between 5′11″ and 6′5″)
(like seriously taller than him)
yurio knows that he is far from the tallest, he really does
and it doesn’t help being reminded of it by people that tower over him constantly
the short jokes get overwhelming sometimes, though
(half of the people that crack these jokes don’t make it out without being scared either way-)
so, while your height won’t matter too much to him, what others view it as might
in fact, i can see him freaking out about small things that he can’t reach
he wants to help you, but he wants to do so by being a little cliche
(mostly due to that being about all he knows about romance and dating, but i digress)
the roses and candies and fancy dates are typical, but then there’s the domestic stuff
and the romantic idea of reaching above your girlfriend and grabbing something that she’s too short to reach
or even laying your head on theirs
leaning down to give them a forehead kiss....
in this case, he starts cussing like a mad man since he can’t really do that
it is only slightly endearing
(you’ve had to keep him calm on multiple occassions)
it isn’t like these things don’t happen, but the roles are reversed.
you are the one grabbing the items
you are the one that lays your head on top of his
you are the one that has to lean down to give him a forehead kiss
to the people around you, it’s slightly comical
(and realistically, it appears that way)
but no matter, you see it as it is: he’s your boyfriend, and you wanna be sweet to him
in fact, your height has become quite the helpful thing on more than one occassion
so, it may be obvious, but you go to every single one of his competitions and most of his practices
(within reason, of course)
we saw how he gets when he practices.
we saw how he pushes, and pushes, and pushes, and keeps pushing until he can’t anymore.
and we also saw how much the people around him either continued to enable him overworking himself or ignored it (almost) completely
and there are the days where he needs a little ego boost
that’s where you come in
your height is very obvious in the crowds, even through the blinding lights and reflections of ice
you’re the one person that sits as close as you can and still manage to stand up and cheer the loudest for him
(we love a supportive partner!!!)
you’re also the one to help him when he is sent on errands
but the best thing to come from your height are the cuddles
especially after a long day of skating and working and existing
when he’s dead tired (and frankly unwilling to deal with people), he goes to you
whether you’re at his place or not, he goes to you.
even if you’re working, can you guess where he’s gonna go?
your height is probably one of the best things to him, especially during those moments
when you dote on him is when he straight up melts
(it’s even funnier in public)
one time that he was e c s t a t i c that you were there was right after he broke down on the ice during his free skate program
he goes through, does everything peachy, then falls
he gets back up, of course, and does the remainder of the program flawlessly
but then he breaks down on the ice
(we all know what i’m talking about)
(i know that’s a fact)
you want to run to the kiss and cry as soon as you can
you want to cradle him as soon as you can
but he’s stuck on the ice for a while after and you can’t catch him until he’s completely done, gold medal and all
running to reach him, you find him in his costume with the medal draped around his neck
the hug hit him immediately and you started to spew concerns left and right
“what happened out there?”
“are you okay?”
“did you get hurt?”
he was on the verge of tears for the third time that day
as per usual, your head was resting on top of his
and even though the public (and other skaters) were able to see everything, he hugged you back
tightly.
seriously.
(but so were you, so koala hugs were returned with koala hugs)
“i won the grand prix, (y/n), i won. i won gold.”
“i know, baby, i saw! i’m so proud of you!”
aaaand cue the tears
yep, the famous ice tiger of russia was seen essentially bawling into his partner’s chest
a few of the skaters found it endearing, and frankly, very cute
but others were so zeroed in on the fact that you were so. much. taller. than him.
“yurio!”
“who is that? dude, they’re gigantic!”
“are they together? cute.”
yuri was more focused on you and making sure that you were okay after he was done crying.
“is you shirt stained?”
“yeah, but that’s whatever. you won! you’re okay, though? really?”
the shorter blonde boy wiped the tear tracks away and smiled
an actual smile, too.
the paparazzi would not get enough of it if they were to have seen it
hell, the skaters did, too
(phichit was taking pictures and victor was crying at the sight of you two)
(it was on yuuri’s shoulder’s to reel them in)
(that was a whole other mess)
yuri only broke from the hug when you leaned down to kiss his head
he was blushing
and the people around you both gushed.
‘aww’ was the most common sound for a good minute or two
and then yuri was made aware of the people around him
“what are you staring at?!”
you were laughing
yuri looked like a tomato
(and it only got worse when you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your chin on top of his head)
(but you knew that)
even redder, he shoos them all away
but yeah
he loves that things like that are possible
he really wouldn’t care if you were shorter than him or the same height, but the fact that he can rest his head against your chest is extremely comforting.
there are also some more...impulsive things your height can come in handy for
(read: piggyback rides and lifting him up to reach something when he is adamant that he can get it)
at your place, the cupboards were higher up for you (and your family) so when yuri would come over to help you when you would be sick, well...
let’s just say that stools would be used until you were a-okay and willing to hold him up to grab the one cup that he knows you love
or for movie nights!!!
the popcorn just so happens to be on the top shelf, and when he wants to hlep prep everything, you lift him onto your shoulders
(once the movie has been picked out, of course)
and again, when everything is prepped and ready
you haul him up onto his shoulders and encourage him to smack the top of doorways
he has a hold of the popcorn and grabs the doorframe each time
it was really refreshing to see him act his age and be a little immature sometimes
and this was a prime opportunity for it.
but overall, he wouldn’t mind it much (if at all)
he sees your height as a good thing, actually
even better seeing as you don’t view him as a ‘pipsqueak’ as some say about him
it works great for the both of you, really
even when you aren’t feeling too hot, the cuddling really helps
(he even sometimes acts as the big spoon when you need it)
and the fun stuff that comes from the height difference is all the more better!
Request: Could I get a scenario with yuri pliset in which the reader comes home after they got in a fight
(You don’t have to write out the fight if you don’t wanna)
Thanks lovely and have a wonderful day
Title: Miscommunication
Genre: v e r y angsty, some v slight comedy near the end, and a tiny bit of fluff along with it
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x GN!Reader
Notes: So, this has officially marked a realization - it seems that Yuri Plisetsky is a particular favorite of all the characters that I write for. If that sounded a bit cocky (I seriously don’t know), I apologize.
Anyway, I was absolutely blanking on what to write in regards to angst for Plisetsky (or really any character - I may hate reading angst, but boy is it fun to write). I must say, thank you, anon, for helping my block disappear!
I hope you enjoy the scenario!
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The room was silent as I sat on my bed, sheets a mess and my clothing strewn all over the floor. I sniffled into my sweatshirt sleeves and wiped my face of the dried tears. Everything felt dry, dull even.
It didn’t feel right.
Normally, this room wouldn’t feel like this. It would feel lively, fresh - sweet, even! Even the little teddy bear sitting on my desk wouldn’t normally look this mean, rather happy with eyes that would sparkle. Eyes the same color as those of the guy that knows me.
Maybe he knows me a little too well.
I mean, just a half hour earlier, we got into a fight. Not just a normal fight, nothing like before - this one was a little closer to home.
The both of us are nearing a point, personally and with each other, that things are just starting to come together. That also means that things are starting to change between us.
I want to go forward - tackle my own dreams and hopes while still going along with him. I’m an advanced student at school, I have a great future in front of me, and him and I have worked through this much. I already have my college of choice in mind, and I have a scholarship on lock. It would be a huge opportunity missed if I decide to let this chance fly to the wind.
He wants to stay here - avoid the change, and stay together without anything else holding us back. Otherwise, there’s the unspoken ultimatum that was brought up, purely at the glance towards a picture framed on the TV stand in my family’s living area.
It was one of us, him and I, when we had just met. I have always been a fan of his skating, even as a kid, but was never truly able to do it due to injuries that wouldn’t leave. I had always been instructed to be careful, so I resorted to watching competitions instead.
I had gotten the chance to watch him compete as a gift for my 14th birthday, and after his scores had been finalized (and he won gold, of course), I was able to catch him before he left and got a picture. Sure, he was a little brash, but I didn’t want much.
“Hi, I’m (Y/n)! I know you’re probably really stressed or about to do something, but if you wouldn’t mind, could I get a picture?”
He refused at first, leaving me a little bit dejected, but someone else under the same coach (Victor Nikiforov, I remember) had gotten him to do it. He was grumbling, dropping a couple complaints even, but agreed to the picture nonetheless.
It wasn’t too long after that when I happened to get a job at the same rink that they practiced at. I worked almost everyday after school was done that if I wasn’t there after general hours, something was wrong. ‘
I ran into him there, and it was after that point, it was all uphill.
We shared conversations and information about our lives, transitioned into exchanging phone numbers, and eventually getting to a point where we began dating.
Things were tough at first, with him being everywhere on any day and not being able to talk often, but it was always after he returned that we managed. Frankly, it was great either way!
But lately, stress is piling up on both of us.
We’ve both got a future to consider, and while I want to go to school, I can tell that he doesn’t want me to leave. I don’t know if he realized that I don’t plan on leaving - I remember explaining it thoroughly before we got into it, but maybe he didn’t get it.
“I’m not leaving, Yuri! I managed something with the-”
“But you are leaving! I don’t want to take you away from your dreams-”
“It doesn’t sound like it! I already discussed what I wanted, and I tried to make it work with us!”
“Did you? Did you really?”
“Yes, Yuri! Yes!”
“I’m not so sure that you did.”
“Yuri....”
“I’m leaving.”
I sighed, fighting back tears at the images of the time we first met, the times we hung out, and the fight....
It was always intense, even being friends with him, but this was already hard and we worked around it. I really just want to work around it now, but I’m not sure what caused this.
A knock on the door shook me from my thoughts. I sniffled - seems like it was the umpteenth time in the past fifteen minutes alone - before gathering my bearings and walking towards the door.
The modern appearance made me feel sick as I peeked through the peephole.
It was him. That blonde hair and shining blue-green eyes were unmistakable.
“What is it, Yuri?”
He cleared his throat, turning away from the door and mumbling his words just loud enough for me to hear after cracking the door. “Could I come in?”
I was hesitant to let him in, but ultimately decided to do so since there was no use dwelling - despite how much I wanted to forbid him from entering and cry myself to sleep tonight before discussing what went down.
“I’m- damn...I’m- sorry. I’m sorry for what I did earlier,” he drawled under his breath, keeping his normally headstrong and willful glance to the floor. “I realize what you meant, maybe a little too late, but I can’t tell you what to do or where to go about your life.”
I bit my lip, starting to chew it while he spoke. It took a few seconds for me to consider what to say. “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve explained it more, or even chose a better time.”
He shook his head. “(Y/n), no, I-”
“Yuri, we’re both sorry. It happened, and now it’s settled. Or, we can at least consider it as such.”
Silence fell upon us as we tried to find the words to say. Eventually, we settled on watching a movie on the sofa together to ease the tension. At this point, it didn’t matter what movie was chosen since anything would be able to break the tension.
A comedy was the decision, and after a few scenes passed, a character was introduced. “Hey, doesn’t that guy kinda act like you?” I teased, looking up at Yuri as we eyed the screen.
The guy’s cold eyes narrowed on the screen, and he cracked a stupid one-liner before the protagonist’s pet pounced on him and started to attack him. He taunted the cat, he had it coming.
With a playful glare, Yuri glanced at me through his almost-transparent bangs. “Potya would never.”
“Doubt it.”
“I know that cat better than-”
“Then prove it.” Taunts and teasing ensued afterwards, eventually ending with the both of us laughing and willing to test his cat to see if she really will try to tear us apart for a joke.
Request: would you write a yuri pliset. imagine where his f!SO (streamer maybe) and he found her in a bad state (nothing physical mostly emotional) and he comforts her?
Title: “It’s Just the Internet.”
Genre: mostly angst - i can’t lie, a tiny portion of fluff, and a large amount of comfort
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!Reader
Notes: I’ve got more for you all! I think I’ve noticed a pattern amongst what you guys like from me, too, lol. Anyway, I tried to use what most streamers (and general internet personas) deal with from people on the internet - hate, stress, lack of privacy (as nasty as all of these are in everyday life).
With that said, I will put a disclaimer here for anybody that feels uncomfortable with the aforementioned: This imagine deals with tense topics such as online bullying, unsavory body image, and chronic stress along with burnout. If you don’t feel comfortable reading about these things, I advise you now to read something else or proceed with caution.
I feel like I should also mention that this semi-struck a chord with me, and it would have been great to have someone beside me in the moment, so part of this may be me projecting - either way, I hope you enjoy it!
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‘omg, her hair. who’s gonna tell her’
‘i hate her voice, its too high like..why does she even stream.’
‘honestly, who decided to give her a platform? her personality sucks.’
Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream.
‘OMG. SHUT UP. YOU ARE A TERRIBLE GAMER. QUIT YOUR DAY JOB ALREADY.’
‘Why tf is your hair so greasy? we get it, you’re a horrible person, you don’t have to have horrible hygiene.’
Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream.
Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream.
Suck it in.
‘lose some weight, you fat cow.’
Suck it up.
‘why are you so lazy, get up already.’
Start the stream.
I pressed the button after preparing my smile for the umpteenth time in the hour, and while I would have liked to cut the stream at all today, I can’t disappoint my fans. The ones that stay for the content, at least.
I let my internal timer go off before I flipped the screen image to my face.
“Hey, everyone!”
And so we begin.
The many ticking seconds, minutes, and eventually hours invaded my head - but I couldn’t crack. I can’t give them the satisfaction of seeing what up and coming nasty comment can do to my psyche. I can’t let them think they can win.
Still, I can barely function with their words haunting me.
The stream ended after almost four hours, and as I sent my goodbye to the viewers, I could feel my chest start to tighten and my eyes start to burn. My heart was beating at what felt like a million miles per hour, my whole body was trembling, and I could swear that I was about to pass out.
I slid the chair I was in back from my desk and ran to the bathroom. Considering the time I started the stream and the time now, it had to be around 3 or 4 pm. With that in mind, more people would be flocking to the highlights or my personal Instagram. If they were going to flock over, then there is bound to be more from them.
I’m never gonna get past this, am I?
Tears were streaming down my face, hot and haunting. I was, quite literally, a mess on the bathroom floor. I had gone through what I could manage in regards to tissues, but as it got harder to maintain my balance, I cradled myself in my arms and curled into a ball.
I was beginning to hyperventilate, so I forced myself to take deep breaths. I have no idea how long it took, but as my breath slowed down and I stopped crying. I was still in a ball, but I had loosened up a little bit and decided to distract myself with some work.
I hesitantly stood up, stumbling on my legs for a second, and wiped my tear-stained cheeks. With a sigh and a sniffle, I shuffled to my office again and opened up my editing software.
Even if people don’t like me, the people that do deserve something done well to make up for where I fail to do well. I may not be a very good gamer, but I will flex my editing skills and do what I can with what footage I have.
I quickly got to work, and though I got caught off guard by my performance in the recorded footage, I pushed through and slammed a zoom-in during a pause right before I ended up throwing my headphones onto my desk. I wasn’t doing well at all during the gameplay, but I have to try and make it seem like I did well.
Time seemed to pass by quicker when I wasn’t focusing on anything else except what makes my day better - a cup of coffee, editing software, and lo-fi music in the background.
That was, until I had to upload the next video on the queue. It was an indie horror game, and knowing how scared I can get, I was already anticipating what was going to come up in the comments. I didn’t want to fathom it, but my mind races sometimes...
‘scared? no wonder you suck at horror games, you’re already trash at regular games.’
‘OMG YOURE SO BAD AT THISSS HAHAAA QUIT YOUR DAMN JOB LOSER’
‘Dear god, you suck. How did you even manage to make it that far in the game?’
My breath was gonna get caught again, I could tell. I considered postponing the upload to tomorrow, but again - the fans that actually did care looked forward to this.
Or did they just watch to get their kicks and the good comments are ironic?
No, no, no, no, no - dammit, no! They mean it, they really mean it, they love to watch you - upload the video!
I almost pressed the upload button, but I stopped myself as my index finger was just a second away from clicking. I can’t do it today, I really can’t, seriously. If I end up doing this, I’m only gonna hole myself up more. If I do that, then my content is gonna much more horrid than it already is, and if that happens-
“Babe, I’m home!”
Time stopped, and only then was I aware of how shaken I was. Trembling, sweating, and my eyes were getting glassy again. Of course, it had to happen again.
“Babe, are you in your - (Y/N), baby? What is it?”
Yurio saw me. He saw me. This is the one thing that would, could, and should have been avoided. Now he’s gonna freak out, and knowing his anger, go off on social media and start up a shitstorm.
“(Y/N), look at me. (Y/N).”
I felt his nimble fingers lightly brush my shoulder. He had made contact with the chair I was seated in and turned it around, making eye contact with me before I directed my eyes down. “...What is it, Yuri?”
He glared at me before kneeling and, yet again, making eye contact with me. “What’s going on, darling?”
I sniffled and he waited, quiet and patient, as I slowly cracked. More tears fell down my face, I curled into myself even more, and my hands started trembling violently. Yurio’s eyes went wide and he grasped my hands in his as quickly as he could.
“Darling, come on. Come here, don’t talk, okay? We can lay down on the bed, and you can relax, okay?” His blue-green eyes were focused on my face. “You can tell me later if you want, but right now, you need to take a break.”
He guided me from my spot and moved with me despite how slow and sluggish I was. Short, sweet, reassuring words were uttered into my ears breathlessly yet urgent as we both made it to our shared room.
The blankets felt like clouds when I laid down on them, yet I failed to focus on the comfort and instead focus on holding onto Yurio’s form. It was just muscular enough to provide comfort even if he was very thin.
I shuffled into his chest, the both of us being splayed out on the bed as gently as possible. Little jostling around followed after we were settled.
Yurio wrapped his arms around my body and started rubbing my back - it would be romantic had I not been a bawling mess, but I will take what I can since I need the comfort right now (as much as I may hate to admit it).
“(Y/N), darling, I’m right here. I’ll always be here. Now, please, get some rest,” he pleaded, voice soft yet commanding. I sniffled once again and nodded, continuing to get closer to the blonde.
I stopped crying eventually, but I wasn’t quite able to tell how long it had been. All I can recall is finishing my crying session and falling asleep.
The faded light of the sun peeking through the transparent curtains shook me from my slumber, and upon feeling the other side of the bed empty, I became fully awake.
“Yurio?” I lifted my tired body from the sheets and left the bed, leaving the room to find him. A large yawn overtook me before I started to search the house.
I had been through the living area, the workout/dance room in the basement, and the bathrooms on all three floors before I found him. He was standing in the backyard, seemingly having just left the kitchen, and we shouting into his cell. He was most definitely livid.
I sighed, proceeding to take a deep breath before turning around and reaching for the refrigerator. If there was water anywhere, I’d love to find it, especially after last night.
My mood dropped at the thought of it, but before I could dwell on it any longer, I heard a door slam and Yurio walk in while muttering profanities under his breath. He slammed his phone on the kitchen island before sighing and resting his elbows on the marble.
I paused my movement, looking over my shoulder at him. “What’s going on with you today, huh?”
Yurio clicked his tongue, turning from the island and facing me. He was still a little bitter, but he visibly softened up a little bit when he met my eyes. “It’s nothing, just some publicity bullshit that I’m trying to work out.”
I raised an eyebrow, smirking just the slightest before shaking my head. “So that’s why you were in such a tizzy, huh?” I inquired, watching as he rolled his eyes and slinked towards me. He had me corner against the fridge as I maintained my eye contact.
He kept his gaze focused on the cell in his hand, keeping a white-knuckle grip on the device. “I guess, yeah. I do need to ask you something, though,” he started. It made me nervous, but I decided to humor him.
“Well, why the warning? Fire away.”
“Is everything alright?”
I hummed, shrugging and moving away from the appliance I had been leaning on. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Why? You worried?”
Silence invaded the kitchen for a few seconds before Yurio pouted and grunted, turning away and murmuring, “Maybe....” I chuckled a little before reaching for the cupboard with mugs in it.
My wrist was gently grabbed before I could get a hold of my favorite (Movie) mug. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast today? Practice was cancelled today and we haven’t spent much time together recently.”
If it were possible, I could swear that my eyes were sparkling. “Do you care where we go?”
“I was thinking (Your/Favorite/Breakfast/Place), since I know you love it.” He was trying so hard to be nonchalant, but he still gets flustered even years later. Cute!
“Yes!” was my enthusiastic response. “I’ll start getting ready if you’re down to leave in about fifteen minutes!”
A smirk graced his features, and he gave a nod. I ran upstairs and started getting into what I felt comfortable wearing.
He entered the room once I was done and threw a sweatshirt on - still with his oh-so-favorite leopard print on the panels - and held a nimble hand out for me. I held it, and we left for food.
Breakfast went pretty well, but I had to stream again tonight. Three nights a week, sometimes a fourth when needed. Shit.
We were almost home when the thought finally dawned on me. And this time. Yurio would be home the whole time. My eyes went wide at the thought, and had it not been for his grip on my hand, I would have absolutely broken. Again.
“Hey, I was thinking about tonight. You have another stream scheduled, right?”
“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Why’re you asking?” I inquired, looking at his eyes as they focused on the street signs. He never really asks, so this was odd to say the least.
Clearing his throat, he suggested something that he’s never really suggested before. “Well, you got that new racing game, right? Why don’t we play together. 1 v. 1, boyfriend v. girlfriend?”
That...actually didn’t sound half bad. Nobody really knew that we had been dating except for a select few people, and we had both been considering announcing it sometime, so this might be the best time. It may also be better for me mentally.
But he’d still see the comments.
That can’t happen. If it happens, I’m gonna get interrogated and Yurio’s gonna go ballistic on Twitter. If that happens, more hate is gonna come in and he’s gonna have so much bull to deal with from his manager. And that’s gonna fade into my streams, and then the comments will get even worse-
“Babe? Hey, earth to (Y/n). Are you still in there?”
I blinked a couple times, sniffling a bitt and nodding. “Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. And that sounds great! I’ll let you know when it starts, and get it set up.”
He nodded, and we continued on our way to our home. When we arrived, I went to my office/game room and he went to the gym area in the basement (with the both of us announcing what we were doing, of course).
I went to editing the stream from last night, cutting out what needed to be and editing what needed to be before finishing around two in the afternoon. I started to upload and went to getting the gaming setup prepared for tonight.
My mind was still flooded with thoughts of what could happen tonight. So much could go wrong, in theory, but so much could go right, as well. People might lay off, but then again, it’s the internet - it couldn’t be helped, what with the utter chaos than can be released when someone decides to release it.
I sighed, running my hands through my hair. The only two options that I have at the moment are to cancel the stream last minute and wait until tomorrow or go through with the stream and risk him noticing. Either way, Yuri would be suspicious and the people that actually care to watch my streams for myself and not to trash me would be disappointed.
Damn decisions...just had to do this, didn’t you?
With a deep breath in, I had finally decided to go through with the stream. Mods have tried to get people kicked and banned from the server, so I’m just gonna have to rely on them unless I want to cut it early when it gets too harsh. Anything yo make sure that Yuri doesn’t see it.
I finished getting everything set up after I took a short breather, making sure that my sweatshirt and makeup were alright. I made sure to take extra time for it since Yuri was joining the stream and I wanted to avoid any of the comments as best as possible. Everything seemed to be in place, now all I needed to do was make sure that the video uploaded and the streaming screen was prepared.
I checked the upload process and let it sit for a little while before opening Twitch and getting the recording program setup. Once that was done, I grabbed my usual controller and one for Yuri and laid them on my desk before leaving to grab a soda and relax for a bit until then - as best as I could, rather.
With the can of (soda) in my hand, I stayed still by the fridge and continued thinking. I’d think it’d be a good idea to warn my mods and advise them to pay even closer attention, but as quickly as they move, there’s still Twitter and Instagram, even my channel uploads on YouTube.
“Ugh, damn...this isn’t good....” Groaning, I turned away from the counter in front of me and looked at the mounted clock by the door. It was almost time to start the stream, meaning around a half hour beforehand. Great.
Shaking my head, I tightened the grip I had on my soda. It was almost white-knuckle, but that was fine - it was a perfect parallel to my running thoughts right now.
“You have to do it, the mods got it. They can keep it under control. That’s a fact. That’s the fact of the matter.”
“(Y/n), is everything alright?”
Yuri shouting shook me from my stupor - seriously wish I could avoid it - and his footsteps made me turn to the doorway to the living area. “You’ve been in here a while.”
“Ah, yeah - I’m fine. The stream’s gonna start soon, so if you wanted to run through the setup with me, we can do it now,” came an offer from my mouth. Distractions, distractions, I suppose....
“If that would calm you down. You’re starting to strangle that can, there,” he stated - the beverage was beginning to flood the top. He was right, I really needed to loosen my grip.
“Shit! Um, yeah, thanks. Let’s-let’s head up there now, then.”
The two of us trailed beside each other as we walked up the steps, him and I glancing at the other as we did so. Sometimes, though extremely short, we’d look at the photos framed on the wall. Some were even pics with Victor and Yuuri, a few being in Russia despite them living in Japan.
It only took a good thirty seconds to get to my setup and get settled. I gave a general rundown of the console, not like Yuri needed it considering we would play games with each other on both of our off days, but the rundown of the stream came to be a little more difficult.
“So, the waiting screen will pop up....”
A nod and understanding look.
“And a timer will be set up on said screen.”
“Mhm, yeah.”
“When that counts down, I’ll open and introduce myself again, and then you, followed by the game that we’ll be playing.”
“Got it.”
“While waiting, though,” I hesitated. I was going to tell him about the deal with the comments, but on second thought, I probably shouldn’t-
“’While waiting’ what? Is there something else I should be aware of?” came the questioning from the blonde sat in my spare chair.
I cleared my throat, rubbed my hands together, and straightened my back up. “While waiting, comments will come up from the chat. Anything that isn’t permitted on my channel, though, gets deleted and the commenter gets monitored.”
He nodded, staring at me. It seemed almost skeptical.
“So, please try to ignore them as best as you can. The mods have it under control, I promise,” I finished. He straightened his posture, his slightly taller frame engulfing mine in a hug. I tensed up a little bit - this didn’t happen often.
“Got it, darling. Are we ready to start?” He pulled from the hug, gesturing to the setup with his head. I gulped, nodded, turned on some music, and began the stream.
The waiting screen came up, the music in the back ground playing on the video recording, and I finalized the set up. I already spotted a few hate comments pop up, but they were quickly deleted. The mods were really on their game already. Which meant that I had to take the oh-so common deep breath and begin.
After about fifteen minutes of making sure that people were coming in and that we had everything we needed for the stream itself, I turned the music down and the video on.
“Hey, hey, hey, everyone! Sorry about that wait, just had to make sure that everything was ready,” I began, shrugging and trying to match the upbeat demeanor that I tried to maintain for the crowd. “But, today, I have a guest with me! Does anybody know about figure skating? Well, I have my, um -” I choked a little on my words “- my boyfriend, Yuri Plisetsky.”
He popped up on the screen behind me, and I knew now that things were out of my control.
The chat flooded with shock - this was the first time that I had announced that I was dating someone, much less world-renowned figure skater Yuri Plisetsky. This was to be expected. With the shock, though, came the common hate comments.
They came in quicker than usual, and as much as the mods tried to keep them down and deleted, a fair amount were still left as more and more chats came.
‘why is HE with a dumb bitch like HER. he can do so much better.’
‘How much does anyone wanna bet that she bribed him into joining the stream for clout?’
‘desperation can be really awful, huh’
I almost cried, but I choked them back and continued as he introduced himself.
“Well, with that taken care of,” cue the nudge from him as he sat in the seat beside me, “we were gonna play racing games - particularly Mario Kart.”
I skimmed the chat to see some people making exclamations about the games.
“I’ll win. I always do,” Yuri said. It was cocky, which was normal. I laughed, loudly.
“Nope. Remember last time? That was sweet.”
“Hey! You pushed me off the couch and I dropped the controller, cheater!”
And so we began.
Choosing characters, maps, and actually playing rounds upon rounds upon rounds was fun. For a moment, I wasn’t worried about what people were saying as I was so focused on beating him.
It wasn’t until I fell off the ramp right before I was about to turn for the final lap, and landed in 6th place that I noticed the chat.
‘she even sucks at playing this. loser.’
‘DUDE DUMP HER AND GET SOMEONE WHO ISNT SO AWFUL. GET OFF THE INTERNET ALREADY TOO YUO GREASY FREAK’
I could feel my heart start to race. Still, I pushed through. Made my voice higher and more performative, stiffened my shoulders and acted through it.
All the while, Yurio was laughing. It made sense, and I know that this is only a normal occurrence - hell, I do it to him, too - but it left me a little uneasy. There was a sense of almost saccharine familiarity to it, though, and that let me calm down a little bit.
“What the hell are you laughing for, huh? This same thing happened to you last time, big shot.”
“Yeah, sure - I still won,” he snarked. I rolled my eyes and set up for the next round.
The comments continued to flood in as we played more and more rounds, coming close to placing extreme bets just to make sure that either one of us could get the upper hand. We didn’t, but the good side of the chat got a luagh out of that.
All the while, instead of the usual hate comments, they only escalated.
‘you fucking suck, kys now and save the ice tiger the burden.’
‘DIE ALREADY YOU STUPID SLUT!’
‘dont just delete oyur account, delete your loife you fucking clout chaser.’
Tears were gonna come, I knew it. They had never gotten to this point before, and holy shit, did it hurt. It hurt bad. Even worse than usual.
I caved in the middle of the match before deciding to slam Yurio in the side and glare. We both knew what that cue meant, whether or not it was anger or something else.
He almost stared into my soul when he saw my eyes getting glassy. I leaned in to his ear and whispered, “I’m gonna be a few minutes, okay? I’ll be right back. Please let the chat know.”
And with that, I pushed my chair back and shuffled out of the room and back to the bathroom to wear out my panic attack. I didn’t want to know what was being said, but this wasn’t the first time that I had to leave during streams - sometimes it was for a drink or food, others to use the bathroom. Either way, I’m still at a loss - I’m still a target.
I went back in to a semi-silent chat and a Yurio who was scrolling through his phone and checking the chat, responding accordingly. I don’t know if he saw any comments, but whatever - I’m cutting the stream short anyway and handing this off to a friend to edit.
I can’t watch this, but I can tell that there will be some pretty good highlights.
I went to bed that night shaking, after having told Yurio he could crash and sending the saved file to said friend.
Nightmares plagued me that night. Ideas of Yuri leaving me for someone better, fans reaching through the screen and reaching for my neck, even some chasing me down and cornering me enough to point, laugh, and injure me excessively.
It was awful.
It wasn’t until I went to check my Twitter DMs to clear them that something caught my eye.
@(y/n)sbae: @YuriPlisetsky on @y/ngamestreams ‘s stream last night went off on the chat - he already proving the he deserves her.
A video was linked in the tweet itself, and out of curiosity - what did he do when I was out of the room? - I clicked it.
“Okay, (Y/n) is going to be gone for a few minutes. Not like a good portion of you would care, either way.”
Yuri was glaring at the chat that was coming up, even scoffing at some of the messages being sent in.
‘good, the bitch is gone. you deserve better man.’
‘DUMP THE WHORE. DUMP THE WHORE.’
“To every person in the chat having enough time in their sorry lives to torture the woman that I love, I hope you rot. She doesn’t put herself through this hell almost seven days a week just for you lowlifes to put her down even more.
“And if you must say anything, prepare for me to come for your throat. I love her, and I’m not afraid to fall to protect her if need be.
“That said, get a pastime already. If you think she’s pathetic, you losers are leagues worse. Get a hobby, for fucks sake already - sending in comments for no reason other than to send in comments isn’t attractive, like babies like you seem to think you are.”
He got up close to the screen, face almost taking up the whole screen.
“And finally, fuck you.”
He rounded his rant off with two middle fingers.
My eyes went wide, but seeing the rest of the chat cheering him on made me feel much better.
‘Get it, man! fuck you haters!’
‘(your/ship/name) ftw’
‘you two really are meant for each other, it’s so cute!’
‘you two are great inspirations, really - and this is so sweet!’
I didn’t realize it until I saw a drop of liquid on my screen - I was crying. But it wasn’t the kind I was getting used to, no. It was happy tears.
For the first time in a while, the tears I was crying weren’t from pain, or anxiety, or even fear - no. They were happy. And I was actually relieved.
I dropped my phone on the nearest surface and ran to find Yurio, managing to almost trip over my feet and table legs to eventually reach him in the living room. A movie of some kind was playing - I could really care less what it was, my mind is elsewhere - but I dove for the couch and tackled him into a hug.
I was still crying, even getting his clothing wet, but he returned the gesture - albeit in a confused manner, even slightly worried.
“What is this about, babe? Is something wrong?” Panic was laced in his tone, of course, but I broke away to look him in the eyes (as best as I could considering I was still sobbing).
“Nothing’s wrong, Yuri. I just saw what you did on the stream last night when I was out,” I sputtered through deep breaths and sniffles. It was hard to talk, honestly, but he got the message.
“Why didn’t you tell me about that? I could have handled it earlier, y’know?” The question was blunt, but I could tell that he was preoccupied with the comments. I shuffled around and laid on his chest before taking a deep breath and calming down a little.
“Gee, thanks - but if you really want to know, I didn’t want to worry you. They weren’t bad in the beginning, but after a couple months ago, they got so much worse....”
He sighed, putting a hand on my head and patting it gently. “Really, this could have been shut down, or I could have helped you...you really scared me, (Y/n).”
I curled into him more, smiling into his chest. “But you shut it down, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah - now get some rest, okay? I’ve got some games that I want to play on stream with you again tonight.”
BONUS
The next day, after the stream had gone by (nearly) without a hitch and Twitter was updated accordingly - simply for the purpose of officially announcing that Yuri and I were dating and providing updates regarding the next upload.
Otherwise, it had taken some time for the aftermath to completely come to an end. The comments had come to an end, at least as best as they could, and it was later brought to my attention from yet another intriguing tag on a private account that I knew through Yuri.
@russianiceprince12: you’re very welcome @y/ngamestreams & @icetigerofrussia for the warning
Of course, Victor put him to the test. Why am I not surprised?
Genre: more angst, possibly more than the last part. this is your warning.
Pairing: Victor Nikiforov x GN!Reader
Notes: This is a part 2 to the previous part, and I still used the angst prompt list from the aforementioned previous parts to form this piece.
With that said, I think that this will be the only part following the first unless I can find some way to continue the storyline. I intend to keep the ending somewhat depressing and sad, so I guess proceed with caution due to such.
If you want something similar to this for any other character, please let me know, though! I may also mention that this went from a drabble, to a scenario, and now borders on an imagine - I can’t help that I got caught up!
Part 1
Below the cut!
You practically fell off the face of the Earth as soon as you left.
Harboring all of the money you saved and deciding upon negotiations to make with your employer, you left Russia. You left Japan. You just...left.
Travelling became a huge part of your life afterwards, and though many people had tried to regain contact with you, you ignored most of them - save for a few. Only Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuko Nishigori were available to your whims, but they were still advised to stay as quiet as possible regarding your whereabouts.
You changed your whole appearance, changed your mindset, and even changed something as generally miniscule as your wardrobe. Still, as much as you did change and throw away, you couldn’t rid yourself of the many frivolous gifts that Victor had given you over the years.
Some things you just can’t give up, but you knew that it would be fine. At the very least, you had something that would never let you forget about him.
Victor, on the other hand, fell off the deep end.
He had come across the note you’d slipped under his hotel room door and for the first time in a long time, he cried. A true mess was what Yuuri had come across, and as many times that he was able to help him through unconventional methods, this was nearly impossible.
Victor didn’t leave Japan, but he did become so reclusive that even Yakov was extremely worried upon finding out about the occurrence from an offhand comment that Yurio made when talking to Yuuko over the phone before practice.
Everyone around him saw the typically extravagant man become so dulled by misery that it became painful to watch.
He didn’t even know where to start since he’d already tried to find you - looking everywhere that he knew you loved, everywhere that he knew you were often obligated to be at - but had failed to do so.
It wasn’t until, when Yurio was free, that he overheard him and Yuuko talking at the front desk of the rink as Yuuri was warming up and he was getting his skates on.
“Yeah, they’re in America right now. They just got a raise, actually - they were even thinking of dropping in when they get enough saved up,” Yuuko recollected, excitement dripping from her tone.
“Well, they’d have to come by when Victor isn’t here. That would also mean that I’d be gone, but at least you could update me,” Yurio responded. He seemed more nonchalant about the whole thing, but Victor became hysterical.
Granted, he did suppress what he could to eavesdrop further.
“Of course! I am still a little worried about them, though - you remember how Victor had gone crazy trying to find them?” Yurio grunted in response. “Well, what if he decides to do something impulsive again and leave mid-competition?”
The light-blonde teenager in front of Yuuko flinched at the thought. “That’s a good point...but we’ll never know unless it happens when it does.”
A solemn chill fell upon the two, but the conversation split onto Yurio’s next routine and Victor left it to them. He stared wide-eyed, in pure disbelief, at the wall of lockers in front of him.
“So they’re...(Y/n)’s in America....”
Ideas began to run through his head as the room became eerily quiet. Even Yuuri, who was sat in the corner and preferred a calm and quiet atmosphere, was perturbed by the sudden shift.
“I know what I’ll do! Yuuri, skate if you want - I’m going to be out for a while,” Victor announced, generally resembling the flamboyant figure skating icon that everyone knew.
He took his skates off and capped the blades, putting them into his bag and reaching for his cell phone and scrolling through listings. Katsuki was left dumbstruck, but he went on about what he was doing and decided to run through his routine a few times.
Yurio had left by this point, and Yuuko was too far in the back to catch the tall man’s outburst.
It wasn’t until the next day that he was extremely prepared and anyone who understood his issue was suspicious. Victor had hunted for every listing to America from Japan, and memorized the closest ones. Yuuko was the one person who was going to be there that he had to ask.
“Yuuko, I must ask you something! Would you mind?” was Victor’s burning introduction, shocking the normally upbeat mother. She was a little taken aback at the bold attention grabber.
“Mmm, yeah?” She tried to be as ‘typical’ as possible, considering that her suspicions were up now. She knew what was going on, she knew what Victor was burning for.
“You said that you’ve been in contact with (Y/n), yes?”
Yuuko deadpanned, eyes blank and dropping the facade that she was going to attempt to maintain. “I knew it. Listen, I know that you’ve been troubled since they left, and that they have been as well, but please - give them some more time.”
Victor visibly deflated. He didn’t think it would work, really, but it was worth a shot. Maybe, just maybe, though.... “How about a hint? Is it hot? Cold? What is a landmark?”
“No, Victor. Sorry.”
And he was back to his dejected being by the next hour.
Victor was willing to annoy both her and Yurio, but gave up once they stood their ground with firm hold. “No. (Y/n) is fine, and they will come when they want.” It was always the answer, no matter who he asked.
Daily, Yuuri would keep him company and skate to the best of his ability. It seemed to quench his troubles just a little bit before the up and coming competition season.
Eventually, the Grand Prix rolled around again. Yurio was competing, as well as Yuuri, and Victor was there to maintain support for his ever-promising prodigy.
Amongst the drama that had ensued, the two of them decided to take a break romantically and focus on the practice rather than devote too much issue to their worryingly stagnant relationship.
It wasn’t until Yurio had pulled Yuuri aside when Victor was getting changed that he was let in on soem information that, had Victor heard, would send him into a frenzy.
“(Y/n) wanted to me wish you good luck and let you know that they are here to watch. If you wanna talk, they’ll be waiting in the lobby.”
Yuuri almost faltered and told Victor, but decided against it. Your wishes were still high up, even if you two weren’t amazingly close.
Sadly, Victor was still shaken and hurried. It was a large competition, and as much as he wanted to focus on the task at hand, you never left his mind.
Over the year that you had fallen out of reach, he began to realize where he screwed up. Maybe he did like you at one time, but he let his own fears get the best of him and he fell to putting more of an interest to Yuuri.
He truly loves Yuuri, but he truly loved you (romantically) at one point, and you slipped from his reach before he could manage to comprehend anything.
So, upon making eye contact with a familiar pair of (e/c) eyes and an eerie copy of a blazer that he had given you as a birthday gift years ago, he was left idle.
“(Y/n)?”
You sucked in a breath and shrugged, sighing afterwards and shaking your head. “Yep, it’s me. Hello, again, Victor.”
Tears flooded his eyes as he ran to you, arms open and tight as his hug enveloped your frame. You didn’t reciprocate, not immediately at least. With obvious hesitance, you returned the hug, but pushed him away only a couple seconds later.
“You’ve got a skater to support. We can talk later, okay?”
“But, you’ve come back and-”
“Victor. Go support Yuuri.”
He bit his lip, but nodded nonetheless and embarked to the rink.
After the free skate, the next day’s events were prepared and everyone was sent out for the day. Yurio had caught up with you before heading to his hotel room, and Yuuri had popped in before he changed out of his costume, but Victor was most eager to meet you.
Upon seeing each other, yet again, in the lobby, the two of you parted ways but decided to meet at a restaurant in town. Yuuri would be dining with Phichit and some other competitors, and Yurio was with Otabek going sightseeing, so this was a prime opportunity.
Silence loomed over the two of you, slow walking and sounds of nature overwhelming your senses.
“So, you’re probably curious as to where I’ve been,” you began, breaking the tension as calmly as possible. You could have sworn that your heart was going to burst out of your chest if you let the quiet settle any longer.
“Yes, (Y/n). I really have been.” Victor, for once in the time that you have known him, was quiet. He was never really afraid to speak to you about anything, but the way he was acting now let some of the more obvious pain show.
“I’ve also been extremely worried. I never realized that you felt like that.”
You stopped upon the sentence, eyeing a nearby bench. Victor followed suit and looked down at you, eye contact being maintained. His gorgeous blue eyes were glassy and he appeared on the verge of tears.
“(Y/n), darling, I never realized how much you actually meant to me. I was stupid. I- I really, truly did love you. I always thought that you were too good for me, though, so I tried to make the ideas disappear. It worked, but only for a while. I love you, (Y/n). Honestly, I really do, and...
“I don’t know how much longer I can endure this.”
Your brows furrowed at his proclamation. The thought had never really crossed your mind, but you had always been drawn to his personality and how driven he was. You knew that he would do this, though, as he could also be notably daft regarding certain things.
“Victor, I-.... Listen, I loved you at one point, but you found Yuuri. You found your match. You made your decision. Out of respect for you and him, I left. But I also did it to respect myself.
“I know my habits. I know that I can fixate, so I needed to get out of your hair if I wanted to feel better. So I did. I’m engaged now, Victor, and the person that I met is amazing. I thought that could have been you. But it wasn’t, and I’m okay with that now.”
“You- you’re engaged?”
“Yes, yes I am. We haven’t planned our wedding date quite yet, but it is being discussed. The fact of the matter is simple: I knew what would happen if I were to stay, and as much as I love you, - platonically - staying here wouldn’t do me any good. Life comes, things change, and sometimes we just gotta give up.”
Silence fell on you two yet again, but it was interrupted by the slight sniffling coming from the tall Russian.
“Victor, I came back not because I wanted to fight for your affection, but because I’ve been worried about you. I just want you to know that...I still do care for you, and I have still supported you and Yuuri. But what you want, what I wanted...that’s not possible anymore.”
Pausing, you thought over your next words. Nothing was ever going to completely repair what was broken, but at the very least, you could try.
“How about this? Here’s my new number,” you handed him a small slip of paper with the nine digits printed on it in your handwriting. “Let’s start talking again, and you can meet my fiancee sometime. Sound good?”
His mood nearly took a 180, but his demeanor was still sullen and sad. A weak smile crossed his face, and he responded in kind, “Of course. How about we go back to the group and enjoy dinner, though? You’re here again, and it’s more than I could ask for - but we have a lot of catching up to do.”
Request: hello, i was wondering if you could do some headcanons for Yuri Plisetsky and his reaction when his s/o brings home a cat that she rescued? thank you & i hope you have fun writing this
Title: Rescue Cat
Genre: fluff (literal and figurative aha), comedy, maybe a lil romantic (m a y b e)
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x GN!Reader
Notes: This made me so happy to read and receive, I have to say. It’s been a while since I felt comfortable enough to write something, and I’ve been dealing with a block as of late, so this was the perfect thing to come by.
Otherwise, I found that this would lead to some pretty funny antics, so I am going to enjoy writing this! I hope you all enjoy this, and to the requester - thank you so much (even if I’ve already said it)!
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this boy loves cats, doesn’t really bother hiding it either
if he really wanted to, he’d probs avoid wearing so many cat prints in daily life
but really, in this moment, he questions why
when he came home from practice today, he only expected to finish the night by watching some videos on his laptop and laying with Potya
it was when you came by that everything that night kind of turned upside down
‘hey yuri, i’m coming by w some food for you! see you soon bb <3′
that was the text he received from you before a knock on the door was heard
he got up (reluctantly) and got to the door and the image made him freeze
like, yeah, it was cute, and he was glad that you had surprised him with food, but-
why tf did you have a speckled cat in your arms as well?
“uh, why do you have a cat?”
“huh? oh! i found this cat on the side of the road, and it seemed to be cold and hungry, so i took it home.”
cue the pause
“why is it here right now, though?”
“i was told that we can’t keep the cat at my home, so i thought i’d ask yo to watch the little thing.”
cue another pause
“come inside, idiot.”
thus, you do - cat, food, and all.
he’s still staring at the cat
and he does think it’s adorable
but still - why?
you enter and set the food down on a nearby counter, and reposition the cat in your arms
“can i set her down? would you mind it?”
“ah-”
yet another pause
(and no, i won’t stop)
“yeah”
you put the cat on the floor by your feet, and it strays behind your feet, observing the scenery behind you
he entered the kitchen, and watched the scene in front of him
you were watching the cat with a gentle look on your face, and the small animal was making figure 8s between your legs, watching and learning about the new environment
it was so domestic
and he couldn’t look away from it
you took notice, of course, and could have sworn there were literal hearts in his eyes.
“how are those heart eyes, baaby?”
that was what broke him.
that word.
that...pet name.
baby.
“what the hell was that for?”
you ugly laughed, snorting and all, and proceeded to crouch down to pet the speckled feline.
“you had heart eyes - i couldn’t help it!”
his already red cheeks only got redder
“whatever...”
“anyway, i don’t know what to name her. if you can even take her in. is that alright, Yuri?”
he looked away from the scene (you were petting the cat - yay domesticity!) and huffed
the imagery of you and the cat, and that look in your eyes, and the hopefulness in them - all of it was too cute
with all that in mind, how could he say no?
“yeah, yeah, whatever.”
you looked at him from your crouched position, seeing his red face and the pout
you laughed yet again, getting up and giving him a tight hug
(you just love to make the boy short circuit, don’t you?)
he scrambled to get away from you as soon as you did it, but death grips exist
you let go of him after about a minute or two of ‘thank you’s and ‘i owe you’s
following that, the two of you settled and ate the food you brought over
the rest of the night, Yuri eyed the new cat
the cat noticed and jumped on his lap, though
Potya sat on your lap across the table, and you had a perfect view of the new addition nuzzling their head into Yuri’s hand
after actually concluding that the new environment isn’t absolutely horrible, of course.
it was your turn to have heart eyes, though Yuri was too caught up in the soft fur to notice your gaze on the image
“Yelena.”
“huh.”
“did you name the damn cat yet?”
“um...no, not...yet...”
“Yelena, then.”
you raised an eyebrow at his statement, watching as he continued to let the small cat nuzzle his hand.
“yeah, Yelena.”
from that day forward, Potya and Yelena were there to keep Yuri company
sometimes you came along and spent time with him and the cats.
when you weren’t there, though, crazy stuff happened.
at one point, Yelena managed to get stuck in a cabinet in the kitchen area
Yuri tried to retrieve her, but just when he was about to catch her, she dived from the upper shelf
she landed just fine, but she landed on Yuri’s chest and he tumbled to the ground clutching her to his chest.
another time, she had an energy boost
she was running around the house, tackling small things on the ground
even gnawing on some of the shoelaces to his sneakers
(he was annoyed, though they were just shoelaces)
even managed to trip over the edges of the rug and the clothing articles in his room that littered the floor
Yuri was chasing after her, and eventually managed to trip over the clothes on the floor in his room as well
he was lucky to have landed face-first on the pile of his bedsheets, to be frank
Yelena got lost in the mess, though, and he had to look for her
he tried everywhere he could think of but the cat was nowhere to be found
until he felt something slightly heavy land on his back
he fell into the mattress once again.
you never believed him when he told you of these events (and many more), but that cat had your heart
it made him a little jealous, but he was able to get over that since him watching the cat made you happy
Request: Can I please request headcanons with Yuri Plisetsky teaching his fem s/o how to ice skate? ❤️❤️
Title: How-To: Knife Shoe
Genre: fluffy, comedic (i mean, look at the name), and lil romantic
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!Reader
Notes: I think I got hit by a comedy truck when I read the request above. I’m not kidding. When I read it, one of the first things that came to mind was “kinfe shoes”. How could I pass up the opportunity to use that?
(Above translation: I think I’m funny.)
Either way, I’m so happy to see that this request came in when it did because this has been on my mind for a while, but I was never sure when I could do it. Seeing as things are finally starting to look up (aside from other stressors - pretty normal), I am going to try and get more stuff out while I still can. At least before things at school or in life get too out of hand.
That said, I hope you enjoy this! Thank for sending in the request, as well!
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i feel like this should be slightly obvious, but Yurio is very passionate about this
hell, he made it a goal to win gold as many times as he can and actively wants to improve
of course he’s passionate
but that also means that he is going to be a stickler for what is done
not just for protection for you, but also for the image that you need to present when skating
with that said, prepare for the chaos
you and Yuri had decided to spend one day together
he had no practice, you had nothing else to do, so why not, y’know?
you had been around town for a while now, and as the nighttime came by, you realized that it would probably be best to go to someone’s home
so you decided to go to yours
your parents weren’t home, and you knew that Yuri was able to defend himself
(that, and his fans would bombard him enough if he were to even come across someone trying to attack him)
(still not good, but better)
(either way-)
when you got to your house, you both stepped inside and set up a video game
typical choice between the two of you, but after the first two rounds of Mario Kart, you both found it boring
something was missing.
in fact, it may have been the lack of stakes that come with the rounds
but you proposed something that you have been wanting
the chance has finally come! i cannot miss this opportunity!
“i have an idea, Yuri.”
“what is it? unless you have a way to make this game less boring, don’t say it.”
you laughed at that, but you knew he would have something fun in mind as well
“how about this - if i win best out of three rounds, then you have to teach me how to skate. if you win best out of three, then the decision is up to you.”
and so it began
it was vicious, very much so
so much so that when push came to shove, you actually shoved and pushed him so hard he fell over
multiple times
he was pissed, of course
but you continued playing
eventually, the rounds were tied
you had won the first one by body-checking Yuri
he had won the second by using an underhanded in-game tactic to throw you off the track so many times that you finished in last.
and now, the big round
the final one.
tension was running high, and as the round started, you were both preparing to absolutely destroy the other
Yuri was going to try the same tactics he used before
(they secured him a win, why wouldn’t he try and reuse the same tactic when you yourself used a typical one?)
you, on the other hand, had a different plan
and so it begins
(that was dumb, holy shit-)
either way, the round started and you both had thrown some attacks at the other in-game
and you had managed to overpower him more often than not
he was getting messy due to it
so when you had taken the oh-so-deadly action of kissing his cheek mid-game
he got even more pissed
since that was the final lap, and you had just zoomed into first and won
and he fell so far behind that he finished last.
still livid, he jumped up and started screaming expletive after expletive
(i won’t write it cuz if you think what use is bad, this is about 1000x worse - promise you that)
you ugly-laughed at him
(the sight was pretty funny, after all)
“so, when are you free to teach me?”
“do i have to?”
“a deal’s a deal, yurio”
“don’t ever call me that again!”
now, a week later, here we are
the two of you were already prepared to start
he had you do some stretching before you went on the ice (as this followed after one of his practices) while he did laps around the rink
“can i go on now, yuri?”
he stopped his action and skated to center of the rink
“have you done all the stretches?”
“yeah”
“and gotten the skates on, guards off?”
“mhm!”
“then gimme a second”
and so you did.
he moved to the center and held his hands out for you to grab
you grabbed his hands and he led you onto the ice
though almost as soon as you were on the ice, you wiped out
he caught you just in time though
“is your balance that shitty?”
“shut up, you said you’d teach me!”
“yeah, yeah...”
you snickered and got up as best as you could
“just help me get it first, babe.”
from then on, comedy ensued
you managed to regain your balance on the ice, and from there, you had to learn how to skate
cuz standing isn’t skating
and you both knew that
what you both didn’t know was that your skills on ice are absolutely atrocious
you had fallen in the most comical ways possible
in fact, one of the falls was one in which your own flexibility was thrown into question
you had fallen in a scorpion position - somehow
it hurt like a bitch, but hey!
Yuri got a laugh and so did you
as he fell over laughing and snorting, he had faceplanted
that made your pain less intense, though he got angry
(it didn’t last long)
either way, after that
(and a painful fall into the splits)
(yeah, that hurt)
(but you persisted)
you had managed to somewhat get the hang of it
and you were introduced to the middle of the rink
during that time, you had been trying to regain your balance
again
and this time, as he tried to help you, the cliche happened
you fell into his chest and you both made contact with the floor
hard
you both grunted, of course
why wouldn’t you?
but Yuri was the one to push you off and over
it was friendly, i promise :)
you army rolled to his right, as he sat up
“what the hell was that for?”
“what the hell did you throw me off for?”
“you were on top of me!”
“you were supposed to catch me!”
“you weren’t supposed to fall on me!”
“but i fell for you, so where are we now, huh?!”
silence
you both burst out into laughing fits from your spots on the ice and didn’t stop for a good few minutes
(Yuri wouldn’t mention this, but he was actually happy to be laughing for once)
(and he was glad that Mila didn’t come in)
you tried a few more times after that, though there were a few more falls
and you got the hang of it eventually.
later that night, around 11, you put your skates up for the night
Yuri had done the same, and as you two skated away from the ice and to the entry
the night finished off beautifully
you two shared a small kiss before leaving the rink, and both went your separate ways
to your respective homes.
the lessons continued after that
so did the antics and mess-ups
but you two have finally -
FINALLY -
found something the two of you could do together that didn’t interfere with a lot of your scheduled events.
(Content warning; This deals with topics such as self-harm, EDs, and familial abuse. Do not read if this will be a hazard to you to do as such. If you choose to read this, discretion is advised. )
Remember, too, that if any of you that see this are dealing with something entailed (or even a different topic that is just as triggering), don’t hesitate to tell someone that you trust. There are people out there that care, and that don’t want you hurt or hurting, and that want to help you. You’re not alone.
E m e r g e n c y R e q u e s t:
I think this counts as an emergency request but I’m not sure. Can I get a drabble with Yuri Plisetsky and an anor3xic, self-harm!ng s/o who has some seriously bad issues with her family (specifically her mother (narcissist) and sister (The golden child))? He’s been my comfort character for so long and things have started getting bad at home again. Thank you x
Title: “You’re Beautiful.”
Genre: very angsty (ie: depressing and triggering), comforting towards the end
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!Reader
Notes: Okay, so seeing as this is an emergency request, I feel I should preface this by saying that I hope this will get you through. I have personally never dealt with some of what you requested, anon, but I want you to know that it gets better even if it sucks right now (as annoying as it may be to hear/read). I commend you for requesting and trusting me with this - I hope you feel a little better after reading, and that you enjoy this.
Yuri is also one of my biggest comfort characters as well, and he has helped me come to terms with some of my own problems. I haven’t really found anyone else that has shared a similar sentiment in regards to him. Either way, I hope that he turns out well (characterization-wise) for you.
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A movie covered the sound of the cell phone ringing from the coffee table in front of the couple. A fluffy leopard print blanket covered the both of you, cuddled together on the couch with your legs interconnected.
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Still there, it seemed as if only paying attention to the crappy comedy film playing on the TV was the only thing on the mind of (Y/n). Sadly, that thought was soon short-lived.
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“What the?” raised Yuri, tone curious and a little perturbed. The girl beside him shrugged, bottom lip jutting out as she stared at the (f/c) phone case face down on the floor.
“It was probably (Friend’s/name). Gimme a second.” She pulled her legs from Yuri’s, proceeding to throw the blanket off her body and reach for the handheld device. With it in her hand, she pressed a button on the side of her phone, and upon seeing the notification in combination with the time, froze. It felt cold, and time almost froze.
Of course, Yuri noticed the change in his girlfriend’s body language. Frankly, it worried him a lot. He was ready to ask what was going on - he really does care, though it may seem like he doesn’t - but (Y/n) was already flying for her shoes and was halfway out the door in a few seconds flat.
Yuri ran for the (taller/shorter) girl, but despite his training, even he failed to catch up with her as she seemed to be leaving at breakneck speed. Left in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed, he retreated inside his home and cleaned up the living area.
(Y/n) was spotted by half the people in her neighborhood, yet she was still too fast for their questions. Her (long/short) (h/c) hair flew with the wind behind her, and as much as she wished she hadn’t ran, a time crunch was always her worst nightmare.
By the time half past noon came, she was at her house and panting rapidly. Sweaty palms haunted her senses, and the overwhelming fear that came did nothing to ease her nerves.
She shuffled through her pockets to find her house keys, finally finding the correct one and quickly unlocking the front door and slamming it shut as she ran inside. With her rapid pace, she made a b-line for her bedroom and started to remove her jacket and footwear.
Her breathing had slowed a little bit, but by the time she was out of her dirty clothes and was in her pajamas, she had been laying on her bed. Her hair was spread against the old fabric of the pillows she was laid against, and as much as she fought to calm her heart rate, the only thing that was able to be eased was her sweating.
Now, she was only preparing herself for the trip that would be coming in a short period of time. Frankly, the thought terrified her, but she was so used to it that she only had to bide her time by now.
As she laid, she got even further into her own head. Leaving Yuri behind there without even a goodbye was brutal, even she knew that, but she would’ve been left worse off had she not ran as soon as she saw that missed call.
Footsteps brought her out of her guilt-induced thought process. Heavy footsteps and clicking heels - not a good sign. She silently groaned into her hands, hoping on hope that whatever would be discussed would fly by.
Wrong, wrong, so very wrong.
“Hey! Get down here!”
So she did, trying not to sweat uncontrollably as she did so.
By the next day, the previous days events left (Y/n) shaken enough to ignore everyone that had tried to contact her. She tried to shut herself off, but seeing as her boyfriend wasn’t willing to accept that she wasn’t there to watch him practice, she was already on his checklist.
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(Y/n) looked at the caller ID, flinching when she saw Yuri’s face. She slowly set her phone down, face up, and denied the call.
Yuri waited, but it wasn’t returned. No second calls this time around, last night was a bit too sudden to warrant anything - he went straight to her house to address what happened.
As (Y/n) laid there with her toes curled into her blanket, eyes puffy from a recent breakdown, a clinking sound coming from her left side shook her from her thoughts. A small shadow was sat by the edge of her transparent curtains.
As much as her gut was telling her to ignore it, curiosity killed the cat, so she stood (albeit reluctantly) from her semi-comfortable bed and went to open the window.
“Hey! (Y/n), open up!”
That definitely wasn’t anyone she needed to run from.
Speed overtook her being as she ran to the window and ripped the curtains open, shock settling on her face at the sight of Yuri holding a rock in his hand and rounding up to throw it. Shaking her head, she gestured to the side of her house and beckoned him up.
He hopped inside (literally) and brushed any dirt off his pants, holding his arms out for a hug from the (shorter/taller) female. Huffing, she returned the hug and tightened her grip once the both of them relaxed a little bit.
Tears started to escape her, and as she soaked his (shirt/hair), he only pulled her closer - not like they could get any closer. Patiently, and awkwardly, he led their forms to the bed and sat down without releasing her.
A few more minutes passed by of her crying and him attempting to console her before she sniffled and lifted her head up, wiping any stray tears away. “Thanks, Yuri.”
“Mmm. Now, do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you?”
She hesitated, of course, but she knew that he was persistent. That, and if she didn’t get this off her chest, she may do something that she doesn’t want to do.
“It’s my...it’s my mom and sister. I work, and work, and work, and struggle through what they throw on me, but it’s never enough. I can’t even approach school or friendships without thinking that I’m going to get ridiculed or belittled because of what they’ve tried to pull on me.”
She paused, catching her breath as a gentle, pale hand rested on the small of her back and started rubbing circles into it.
“Last night, my sister had called and she always pitches a fit to my mother when I don’t answer. She came inside with her last night, and the both of them had taken anything that I valued away and hid it somewhere. I haven’t even been eating because of the things they’ve been saying to me, and last night, I tried to- I tried to s-slit my-”
“Stop, you don’t have to say it.” He looked at her with love in his eyes, making eye contact with her (e/c) ones. Still maintaining a gentle grip, he lifted a hand to cup her cheek and swipe any fresh tears away.
“She’s the golden child, isn’t she?”
(Y/n) nodded, sniffling and shuffling in her seated position.
“Listen, they don’t know. You are beautiful despite your size, but if you haven’t been eating, I’m going to worry. That’s what you were worried about, right? Me finding out?”
Looking away, she gave a slight nod.
“Darling, your scars don’t make you any less beautiful. Your weight doesn’t matter to me, and you are the smartest and strongest person I know. Your worth isn’t measured by your appearance, it’s your character that matters.”
Yuri raised a hand to the girl’s chin, tilting her head to make eye contact. “You are amazing, and they are blind idiots.”
With another sniffle, (Y/n) smiled through her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, and Yuri returned it. She laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around hers, the two just sitting in silence for a few minutes before (Y/n) raised a question. “Yuri, could you stay over tonight?”
