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!)
Below the cut!
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.”
headcanons of yuri p. being frustrated with female reader? (or lashing out on her by accident) which makes her feel insecure about herself? thank you! ur hc’s are so good!!! keep it up!
Thank you so much and yes! I’m so sorry this took me so long. Anywho, I hope it was worth the wait. :)
-Mari <3
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Yuri (Yurio) Plisetsky masterlist
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Fluff
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- It’s not like he’d lash out on you for no reason
- The last thing he wants to do is make you upset, so he usually hides his anger and frustration
- However, he wasn’t having a good day in general
- He had a rough day at practice
- He landed a jump wrong and twisted his ankle, so he wasn’t too happy with himself or his shitty ankle
- He was also late to practice since he slept in
- His coach made him rehearse for an extra hour since he was late, so he didn’t even eat lunch
- Not to mention, he just wanted to go home and sleep but he already agreed to hang out with you the day prior and he didn’t want to cancel on you
- On his way home from practice, he tripped on a bump in the sidewalk and faceplanted into a puddle since it recently rained
- He had to go home and quickly change so he could be ready by the time you arrived
- He walked into his room and noticed his room was so much of a mess to the point where he could barely find any clothes so that just added onto his anger
- He luckily did find clothes and he was changed by the time you arrived
- “Hi, Yuri!” you exclaimed, walking into his room, closing the door behind you
- “Hello,” he grumbled, clearly in a bad mood
- “Someone’s unhappy, what happened?” you asked him.
- He just looked at you and didn’t answer
- “I know something happened,” you spoke
- “Why does it matter?” he snapped
- “Oh, sorry,” you frowned
- You went to sit beside him on his bed, but you accidentally knocked a glass of water off his nightstand
- You cringed as the glass shattered on the ground and water splashed all over the floor
- Usual, Yuri would just say it’s fine and quickly clean it up
- But since he was already in a shitty mood, the most simple thing set him off
- “WHY’RE YOU SO STUPID, ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND, WHY COULDN’T YOU WATCH WHERE YOU WERE GOING!?” he yelled, clearly angry
- You’ve never seen a boy so angry over a glass of water
- “SERIOUSLY, HOW DUMB ARE YOU!?” he continued
- You just froze and looked at him, tears slowly came to your eyes
- He never normally says anything like that
- “I HAVE ALREADY BEEN HAVING A SHITTY DAY AND YOU MANAGED TO MAKE IT WORSE!” he continued to yell at you
- You just put your head down and tried not to listen to what he was saying
- You knew he didn’t mean it, but part of you believed the things he was saying
- “I’M ALWAYS CLEANING UP AFTER YOUR SHITTY MESSES, ALL YOU DO IS CAUSE ME PROBLEMS!”
- You just looked up at him while tears fell down your cheeks
- When he realized you were crying, he felt terrible
- “F-Fine...I’ll just leave,” you hiccuped, turning around and walked towards his door
- He quickly grabbed your arm, stopping you from leaving
- You pivoted on your heal and faced him
- You’ve never seen such guilt and disgust in his face
- The disgust was from himself
- “(Y/N), I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean any of that,”
- Soft boy time
- He’d apologize over and over again
- And hug you a bunch
- He’d also want to cuddle for hours while continuing to apologize
- “Y-You’re right...I am dumb,” you sighed
- “No, I’m just an asshole, don’t listen to me when I say shit like that,” he said, hugging you tightly
- He can’t stand the fact of anyone hurting you
- So him hurting you hit him hard
- He was so upset with himself for such a long time
- He made sure that he didn’t let his anger take over anymore when he was around you
- He loves you and doesn’t want to make you feel bad about yourself
