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“I’m Not Jealous, I Swear!”
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.”
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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
- “I love you, I’m so sorry,”
- “Yuri, it’s fine, you’ve apologized twenty-five times,”
- Forgive the baby, he didn’t mean to...
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Miscommunication
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!
Below the cut!
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.
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What Yuri Plisetsky would do with an s/o who considers herself ugly and is very insecure?
Of course! I’m so sorry this took so long, I’m trying my best to get on a schedule. Thank you for requesting!
-Mari <3
Yoi masterlist
Yuri (Yurio) Plisetsky masterlist
Warnings: Swearing, Low self-confidence
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- He doesn’t understand at first
- He loves you and sees you as the most perfect person in the world, so for you to be insecure about yourself baffles him
- This boy will do whatever he can to raise your self-confidence
- All he wants for you is to be happy, so he’ll do whatever he can to make you like yourself more
- If you ever call yourself ugly, he’ll reassure you that you’re not
- Don’t expect him not to be angry though
- Not at you though, at the people who made you think you’re ugly
- “I’m so ugly...”
- “Are you fucking blind? You? Ugly? Are you okay? Who’s telling you this? I’ll kill them,”
- If he ever hears someone call you ugly, this boy will go off
- “WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? NOT ONLY ARE YOU A DUMBASS, BUT YOU’RE CLEARLY BLIND! FUCK OFF YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT!”
- “Yuri...calm down...they’re not wrong...”
- “NO, I’M NOT LETTING ANYONE TREAT YOU LIKE THAT!”
- He knows you’re already insecure enough, so if anyone tries to add to that, he won’t be a very happy camper
- He’s so reassuring about everything
- “(Y/N), you’re gorgeous, I wish you could see that,”
- “You’re not anywhere close to being ugly, and even if you were, I’d love you anyway,”
- He’s super soft when it comes to you
- Especially when you’re extra insecure
- If you ever have an emotional break down over your insecurities, he’ll cuddle with you and tell you how perfect you are
- “You’re perfect, if anyone tells you otherwise, they’re blind and a dumbass,” he’d say to you while rubbing comforting circles on your back
- He’ll slowly help you with your self-confidence
- He knows you can’t just stop being insecure overnight, but he knows he can help you feel better about yourself over time
- If you’re insecure about your body, he’ll help you pick out better clothes that you feel more confident in
- If you’re insecure about your face, he’ll help you shop for makeup
- Even though he 100% prefers your bare face since he already thinks you’re perfect
- Whatever makes you feel better about yourself, he’ll make sure it’s done
- He has 100% beaten a boy’s ass before if they called you ugly, fat, etc.
- Yes, the boy is 5′3
- But he’s stronger than he looks
- “Yuri, you didn't have to do that,”
- “The piece of shit deserved it,”
- He’d encourage you to get therapy so you can get help from a professional
- If you don’t want to go to therapy, he’ll be your therapist
- You can always go to him if you need to talk about your insecurities and he’ll do anything he can to comfort you
- Be prepared to hear the phrase “You’re perfect,” a lot
- I headcanon that Yuri secretly has a lot of his own insecurities, so you’re not alone
- I totally see you guys venting to each other, crying together, then cuddling and comforting each other
- You guys would work on your self-confidence together :)
- The baby just loves you more than anything, so it hurts him to see you hate yourself
- If you’re happy, he’s happy :)
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