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minadoki · 2 years ago

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大家好, hello! this will be my first post on this account and I would like to start off with a brief introduction and a one-shot :D [+set of boundaries//dw, I will write it in front of every shot]

一、one: I usually write angsty fanfics because I lean towards a more emotional side, which makes it more comfortable for me to settle down and pour my thoughts over a messily written draft that I may cry about later on when proof reading :)

二、two: a little fun fact here, your sincerely unstable author here came from wattpad and traversed the universe to tumblr since my many favorite fanfics were either finished or paused. I came to tumblr mainly because I do not have a lot of time to dedicate to reading fics and writing a whole 10000 words chapter. :((

三、three: I mainly write “xreader” [fem!] shots but of course, it does not limit you to request a canon ship [or male!reader, but it kinda makes me uncomfortable haha]! [sorry to those who wants avengers or stranger things or any other live action series/movies x readers because I don’t really write those—I have also never watch those unless my parents watches them—so I can’t really make up a plot without making them OOC, I mainly write about anime/manga/certain books such as Harry Potter & Keeper of the Lost Cities though]

—pls do not claim this as your own if not permitted by the author

—take responsibility for your own digital footprint

—keep this environment toxic-free

THANK YOU

~that’s it for the intro<3

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SPY X FAMILY —————— yuri briar [fluff]

<1>

“Catch me!” You shrieked as the boy behind you bubbled with laughter, racing towards your small and frail figure. Your voices vibrated throughout the open field.

Your breath got heavier and your heart was drumming loudly in your ears, causing your mind to spin and your knees to go weak. Soon after, your legs gave out and a pair of hands grabbed onto your shoulders, causing the both of you to fall on the patch of fake grass. You felt him press himself against you by accident but he steadied himself, standing up before pulling you towards him, assisting you back to the small apartment in which he and his sister live in.

“Dinner time!” Yor announced excitedly, placing down a few packaged food on the dining table. Yuri grabbed you by your hand and pulled you to sit beside him as he is sandwiched between you and Yor.

Itadekimasu~

and you dug into the food while it’s still warm. “Oh and y/n,” Yor started, “when are your parents coming to pick you up?” A brief moment of silence fell upon the three of you, before you spoke with a full mouth, “uh-hum, they will be coming soon… so that I can wake up in time for school tomorrow.”

Yor smiled, her cheeks flashing a pink hue, “thanks again for standing up for Yuri at school the other day, it was really brave of you to do so..” You only glanced at Yuri in response, awkwardly nodding your head.

You’re still a new student in middle school and the Briar family have already kept you under their wing and made sure you treated them as a second home—somewhere like a safe haven to drown your worries and fears away.

Ding dong!

“Thank you, truly, for taking care of y/n here, her father and I have been quite busy today but we were relieved when you volunteered to take care of her, we couldn’t thank you more.. here take this sum of money as our token of appreciation!”

Ms Snow stuffed a hefty load of cash into Yor’s hands, forcing her to accept the offering whilst you waved at Yuri. “W-wow!” Yor said, flustered about the load of cash she was given. While Yuri was engrossed in the adult’s conversation, you sneaked up to him to plant a soft kiss on his cheeks before grabbing Ms Snow’s scarred hands to make a beeline for the traffic.

After crossing the traffic, Ms Snow’s expression turned somewhat serious, and you knew then. You straightened your posture and leaned in closer.

“It’s time for your training,”

<2>

It is heavily raining that day due to the bad weather conditions these few days. A rather cold breeze gushed in your direction as you shivered. The busy traffic did not help as much. You were just outside your office building when a few police officers patrolled the area, seeking for suspicious persons.

You squinted your eyes, searching for a cab that was available to get you a ride home but the rain was too heavy and all was masked by the brutal shower.

While waiting for an available cab, a few officers jogged towards you, their uniforms soaked with the heavy rainfall. But one—one of them was under an umbrella with another officer holding it upright, sheltering him from the heavy rain. Though he was from a distance.

Perhaps he sent those officers to interrogate you?

But instead, your mouth gaped in surprise when they offered to hitch you a ride home. Though it was slightly suspicious, you were thankful for the kind gesture, but you waved them off, rejecting the offer with an apologetic smile.

That’s when you saw him—your eyes shifting to observe the officer being sheltered from the rain.

Yuri..

You breathed, grasping onto the hem of your culottes. You watched as the officers offer a tired sigh and jog towards him, feeling the need to follow them as well. You gave up. Finally succumbing to your desires, you ran out into the heavy rain, the droplets immediately soaking your attire as the wild wind flapped your wet hair and pulled at your culottes.

“YURI!!”

You screamed. He paused, then turned around and your heart raced against your rib cage as a thousand butterflies swarmed in your stomach, dancing around as tears burned in your eyes.

You were basically drenched in your own sweat, tears and the rain that mercilessly pecked you for your rash decision by the time you neared him. You reached out your hands and grabbed his cheeks, placing your lips against his.

The world stopped.

Time stopped.

It was a beautiful, magical moment.

Yuri’s cheeks flared as he grabbed your hips close to his. And as your lips part, you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I love you..”

-take note that this is just a sample so it may be a bit rushed (I spent 3 hours writing it)

-I’ll write a better one next time :)

#yuri #yuribriar #briar #spyxfamily #reader #xreader #readerinsert #yurixreader #yor #yorbriar

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fanfictiondreamscape · 4 years ago

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“It’s Just the Internet.”

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!

Below the cut!

‘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.

‘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?

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mrlidocaine · 5 years ago

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Cold as Ice

Okay so, probably the longest fic I’ve ever written? Even though it’s only like, 16 pages. Reader is kind-of clueless at the start, but it’s not that bad. It’s the first yandere fic I ever wrote, so bear with. Hope it’s not too terrible.

TW: Kidnapping(If there are others please let me know!)

Yuri x Reader x Yandere! Victor

(Oh yeah this also has two endings, it’s a fancy one)

You were skating around the rink, just doing your routine, which was quite simple. Your skates glided across the ice effortlessly. Smiling, you twirled around some more and on the third turn, you gasped upon seeing a figure standing off to the side. Someone was watching you. Stopping yourself, you went over to see them.

“Hello..?”“ you called. They looked at you, their sparkling blue orbs meeting your own shiny (e/c) ones.

“Hi! I’m Victor! Who are you?” The man spoke with a slight accent, despite his good Japanese. Victor? You shook your head, unsure.

“Nice to meet you Victor! I’m (Y/n).” Victor smiled, running a hand through his silvery hair.

“What an intriguing name” he stated. You smiled. He was opening his mouth to say more when the doors to the rink opened. Yuri came running his, his dark hair slick with sweat.

“Ahh, Victor! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be late, not at all. I feel SO ba- (Y/n)?!” he stopped, just to add your name at the end of his sentence. You grinned at him.

“Hey Yuri.” you chimed. A small blush rose to Yuri’s cheeks as he quickly glanced down.

“You two know each other? Victor asked. Yuri nodded, as did you.

“Ah, yes. We grew up together here in Japan. (Y/n)’s family then moved to Europe. She’s currently visiting, though I wouldn’t have thought to look here for her.” Yuri stated, all while putting on his skates. Victor nodded along, then proceeded to copy Yuri’s actions.

“(Y/n)! Let’s skate together a bit!” Victor suggested. Smiling, you skated out towards him and caught his hand. He spun your around and you mimicked his movements here and there, thought it was more complicated, having only ever skated with Yuri before and Victor was much taller than Yuri.

“You’re so graceful it’s astounding! Just crouch a bit more when you want to spin that way. Who was your coach?” Victor interrogated you.

“Ah thank you Victor. Yuri actually taught me everything I know.” Victor frowned a bit at that, though it disappeared quickly into a smile. Yuri then called out.

“Victor! You’re supposed to be teaching me, remember?” Yuri laughed. Victor’s face turned a bit red at that.

“Of course, of course. Ready Yuri?” Victor asked. Yuri nodded. You skated to the side of the rink and proceeded to sit on the bench and pull your own skates off.

“Good bye! Have a good night!” you called out to the two men. Yuri then turned towards you, smiling brightly.

“(Y/n)! Come to my place for dinner, hey!?” he called. You flashed a smile, bright enough to rival his own.

“Of course! Thanks Yuri!”

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You walked up the steps to Yuri’s place and slid open the door.

“H-hello! Where is everyone?” You called out. Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist and you were lifted onto someone’s shoulders.

“(Y/N)!!!” Victor drew out the last syllable. You smiled, patting his head.

“Hey Victor. Where’s Yuri?” Victor glanced at you.

“He’s in the kitchen.”

“And everyone else is away on a trip.” Yuri finished, walking in to place food on the table.

“OH! Yuri!” you jumped -well, more so fell- off Victors shoulders and strangled Yuri into a hug. He hugged you back, a huge smile on his face and Victor decided to join the hug.

“Look! We’re like a happy little family!” Victor chimed. You chuckled and broke away from the hug. Yuri spoke up with an excited tone.

“Food’s ready. Let’s eat!” The three of you pulled away from each other, Victor lingering a bit longer, before following you over to Yuri.

“You made pork cutlet bowls?! Why am I not surprised, Yuri!” You laughed. His face turned red and he smiled.

“Yeah, Yuri is just like a pork cutlet bowl. He is round like the bow-”

“Ok, ok Victor. Let’s just eat.” You had cut him off in favor of trying to save Yuri’s ego. The boys smiled and you all dug in to your food.

———————————————

You woke up, forgetting where you were. Rolling over, you came face to face with Yuri. You kicked your legs out from surprise and fell onto the floor with a loud bang.

“Oof!” You heard from under you. Your wrists were grabbed and you were pulled back.

“Good morning (y/n). You look lovely in the morning.” Victor purred into your ear. You shivered and cringed at the thought of your morning face and unkempt hair. You rolled off Victor, standing up. He mumbled something in another language and you frowned, finding it odd. He reached for your wrist again but you stepped away. This caused Victor to grab Yuri’s ankle instead, which was hanging off the side of the bed. Yuri yelped as Victor tugged him down.

“G-good morning Victor!” Yuri stammered.

“Oh, good morning Yuri!” Victor responded. You laughed and the boys followed suit, losing their tired morning eyes as their chuckles filled the air. You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal and some milk, pouring yourself a bowl. You knew where everything was, considering how many times you had been to Yuri’s house and the fact that not much had changed. You sat down on the couch, starting to eat your cereal. You were contemplating what had happened last night that you had decided to sleep over. You assumed that you for sure, and probably Yuri, had gotten drunk, with both of you being the lightest of the lightweights. Victor, you weren’t sure. Chuckling to yourself you picked up your phone and started scrolling through social media. Yuri’s most recent post had the three of you eating supper last night. He had tagged you and Victor, so you clicked on Victors username and proceeded to almost choke on your cereal. VICTOR NIKIFOROV?! You shook your head at how stupid you had been for not realizing sooner. Slapping your phone onto the couch, you went and washed your dishes. Sitting back down you turned on the tv. Footsteps could be heard from the bedroom now. You turned the volume up on the tv, sinking further into the couch.

“Aha! Found you (y/n)!” you hummed in response and turned around, realizing it must be Victor. Before you could turn completely, something was placed over your eyes. Your hands flew up to pull it off, but larger hands gripped your wrists.

“Hahaha! Could you let go? Please....?” You shivered when his breath fanned against the back of your neck.

“Have you ever wanted to see Russia?” You pondered for a moment, unsure how to respond.

“I, uhm, yes. Yuri and I thought maybe we could go sometime, he’s always wanted to-” Victor’s hand clamped over your neck, a nervous chuckle that sounded like it bordered on delirium escaped his mouth.

“You wont be going to Russia with Yuri. It’ll be me instead.”

“Huh? W-what do you mean?” you stammered, muffled by his hand. It must be a joke. You barely knew Victor and Yuri should be coming for breakfast soon, right?

“Victor..?” you managed to squeak out from behind his hand.

“Yes, (y/n)?” he hummed. Taking a deep breath as he removed his hand, you asked him a question.

“Why do you want to take me to Russia with you? I barely know you.”

“Hmm~ Good question. Maybe I just feel like it. But maybe, despite barely knowing each other, I can tell we were made for each other.” You thrashed against him, figuring no one, especially someone with such a good reputation, would take a joke this far.

“No, please don’t take me anywhere. We are NOT made for each other and taking me to Russia against my will is, against the law! Yuri, will be here any second, and he’ll have you leave!” you yelled, hoping Yuri would hear.

“Yuri is having a nice, long sleep right now. Besides, I’m taking you to Russia, regardless of the law.” You paled, understanding what he meant. Then you were jolted forward by a harsh force against your head. Darkness rushed forward, catching you in it’s grasp.

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You awoke with a jolt. Recalling the event that took place a few hours ago, you took in your surroundings. Victor was beside you, holding your hand. He seemed to be sleeping. You looked to your left, taking note that you were on a plane, sitting by a window. You could see snow covering the ground. You couldn’t believe Victor had taken you away from Japan. Stretching, you knew you had to do something. The flight you were taking back to Europe was departing in a few hours and you had to get home. You had to. After another half hour, the plane landed. You grabbed a ticket from Victor’s pocket and stood up, snatching the bag under your chair and stepping over him carefully. Dashing off the plane you rushed into the terminal. Upon looking around, you realized there were no signs in English, much to your dismay. You turned one way and another until deciding to follow the majority of the crowd to what looked like an exit. You hadn’t taken many steps until an iron grip was around your wrist. You tried to pull away but only got dragged closer to your kidnapper.

“It’s just me (y/n). Calm down, and don’t ever try that again.” Victor hissed into your ear. You took in a shaky breath and nodded. Victor smiled and turned you both around. To anyone watching, nothing seemed abnormal. Unless they looked closer and noticed the panic look and bruise forming around your wrist. Victor led you through the airport, somehow escaping mobs of people who chased after him, wanting pictures or autographs. You two finally made it outside where a cab was waiting. Getting into the back, Victor put the bags in the teunk and gave the address to the driver. Soon enough the cab arrived at the most luxurious looking apartment complex you had ever seen. You helped Victor grab the baggage this time, and you took the elevator up to the fifth floor. He ushered you inside and locked the door behind you. You almost forgot your predicament when you saw how nice it was.

“Welcome home (y/n)!” Victor chimed. Your situation hit you like a brick once again. You crumpled to the floor in a break down.

“Take me back to Yuri! Bring me back to Europe!” you sobbed. Victor crouched down beside you, wiping the tears from your face.

“Don’t cry. You’re better off without Yuri. Better off nowhere near him. I can’t bring you to Europe, because then you’ll be leaving me! Besides, Russia is your home now. Your home is with me!” Victor whispered. You tried to control your sobbing, but the tears just came harder. Victor picked you up, holding you close. You tried to push him away but he just held you tighter. Giving up, you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. He kissed your head and sat down on the couch, rocking you back and forth.

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You opened your eyes, feeling fatigue wash over you. It had been weeks since Victor had taken you. He had announced you as his significant other when the coach asked why he wouldn’t stop bringing you to practice. Now the whole world knew, and they all believed it. Despite everything, Victor was taking such good care of you, sometimes you could forget you had been kidnapped and didn’t want this. You would only get reminded of the truth when you said something that didn’t sit well with Victor, or refused to listen to him. He always put you back in place, quickly and effectively. You sighed, rolling out of bed. Waking up Victor, he kissed you good morning. You both got ready for the day, packing duffle bags with changes of clothes and your skates. You hopped into Victor’s sleek sports car and he drove you both over to the rink for another performance. Victor had, of course, managed to make his coach put you into most of Victor’s routines in any performances. Upon arriving at the rink, you managed to make out one familiar person in the throngs of people. It was Yuri.

“Victor, I’m just going to use the washroom.” you said. He nodded.

“Ok (y/n), just be back in 5 minutes or I’m coming to get you.” you swallowed down your nerves and walked towards the washrooms. As soon as you couldn’t see Victor, you booked it. Dashing about, some people here and there tried to call out and talk to you, but you ignored them in favor of finding one person. You finally saw him.

“YURI! Yuri!” you panted. He turned to look at you and you threw your arms around him.

“Oh Yuri, please! We must leave now! He can’t see you, or me, or us. Please Yuri we must-” Yuri shushed you with a finger.

“Calm down (y/n). Who?”

“V-Victor. He kidnapped me!” Panic was starting to set into you once more.

“W-what?! No, he would never.” Yuri stammered.

“But he did. Yuri we must leave/ Please believe me, I would never lie. Our time is running out.” Yuri frowned, caught in thought, but a gentle tug on his sleeve had him sighing.

“Aren’t you and Victor happy? Aren’t you two a couple?” Yuri choked out. You shook your head vigorously.

“No. I like you Yuri. Always have. Your faces shone red and you both leaned towards each other, your lips sealing the deal. Camera flashes blinded your peripheral and gasps and murmurs were heard all around.

“Let’s get going then, (y/n). Yuri whispered. You nodded and grabbed his hand, glad you were getting out of there. You both dashed towards the doors of the stadium.

——————————————— Yuri’s ending

Running out through the doors, Yuri flagged down a cab. Helping you in, you told the driver to go to the airport.

What exactly are you doing in Russia Yuri?” you asked him after a moment of pondering.

“Oh. I saw a post about you and Victor performing here. I missed you so much, I had to come see you, and, well- I really do like you. I didn’t want to believe you’d just leave like that with Victor. It just isn’t you. So I came for answers. I’m glad I found you.” Yuri smiled a gentle smile and you leaned against him.

“Thank you, Yuri. I’m so glad you saved me. I really like you too.” The cab stopped, pulling up to the airport. Yuri hopped out, offering his hand to you. Grabbing it you followed him into the airport and up to a booth. There were a few tickets left for a flight to Japan that left in 5 minutes. It was too good to be true.

“From there we can grab our stuff and then head to Europe.” Yuri stated. You nodded, liking the plan. You and Yuri made your way to the terminal and boarded the plane.

“Thank you Yuri, I don’t know what I would have done without you.” you sighed. Yuri grabbed your hand in his own.

“Haha, I’m glad I could help you. I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Yuri.”

——————————————— Victor’s ending

“Oh! Yuri! Luck!” You both froze in your tracks. A hand landed on Yuri’s shoulder and the other gripped your wrist so tight you thought it might pop off.

“V-Victor!” you started. “We were just- I just-” your words were spilling out almost incoherently.

“I saw (y/n) and came to say hi!” Yuri broke in. “It’s been a while! You both left so abruptly, I wasn’t sure what to think.” He almost hissed the last part at Victor, who only forced a smile onto his face. But his eyes were a different story. They were wild with fury, the blue looking nowhere near as pretty as it normally was. He knew something was up.

“Now, Yuri. (Y/n) and I have a performance we need to perform in. Good day.” Victor whipped around, dragging you along as you turned back for Yuri, but he was already lost in the crowd. You looked up at your captor.

“Victor I-”

“You thought you could LEAVE me!! I saw you take his hand. He was going to take you.” Victor was seething now. “Never. I will never let you out of my sight again.” Sitting down on the bench, Victor pulled off your jacket, and grabbed your skates. You tried standing up but he forced you back down. He grabbed your feet and slid your skates on, lacing them up and then doing up his own. He gripped your hand and took you out to the ice. Skating towards the centre, music started filtering out of the speakers. The crowd cheered and yelled as you and Victor sarted to do impossibly complicated twirls and spins together. At that moment; you caught sight of Yuri. He reached out his hand and you reached out your own, fingers brushing, but Victor grabbed your hand in his own and glared at Yuri. Victor spun you around and pulled you close to himself.

“You’re mine.” He whispered in your ear. Everything about him was cold.

Just like the ice he so adored.

-Mr.

#gender neutral reader #yandere victor #yurixreader #yurixreaderxvictor #readerxvictor #victor nikiforov #yuri katsuki #yuri!!! on ice #yandere #figure skating reader #x reader

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 5 years ago

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FE3H Love Language Series: Ashen Wolves Edition

[What love language would each fe3h character dominantly express?]

Check out the previous editions! {Golden Deer} {Blue Lions} {Black Eagles}

Yuri: Physical Touch and Acts of Service

It’s no secret that Yuri is…well, secretive. He’s a man of mystery that sends even the toughest of detectives for a loop. This natural habit to act with discretion filters into his own personal relationships. You see, Yuri is full of flattery. His honey tongue attacks everyone and anyone. While many think compliments are his way of expression, they’re not. Ninety percent of what comes from his mouth is empty flattery and shouldn’t be investigated beyond that. It’s a waste of time to analyze what the man says, time that should be invested into his actions. Yuri is a conservative person when action is not necessary, so if he feels comfortable enough to casually touch you?? Congrats! You’ve broken down one of his walls. He gives up time for you? Congrats! You have half of Fodlan’s underworld practically at your beck and call. You see my friends; Yuri is all about investment. He does nothing without thoroughly thinking over how it will benefit him. Therefore, him willingly doing acts of service for you, spending his limited time with you, offering physical affection, etc. are important. When Yuri loves he doesn’t pause to plot out his next move. He just does what feels right.

Balthus: Physical Touch

C’mon. The guy is literally called the “grappling king,” how do you think he got that name? His fighting style? Pshh. Balthus is all about physical affection. Friend, foe, lover, etc. Balthus doesn’t hold out on anyone. When Balthus cares he treats every meeting like a reunion. It’s always full of excitement and joy (with bragging in the mix). However, when Balthus loves he is tender. He doesn’t treat them as if they’re glass, heck no. Balthus lives off play-wrestling! Yet in addition to those moments he also allows them to see his more vulnerable side. Only people he loves receive tender hugs or pats on the head. Only people he loves get to hug him for warmth. Only people he adores get permission to comb the great grappling king’s hair!

Hapi: Quality Time

This one is obvious. What is something Hapi appreciates more than anything? Freedom. She values her time and ability to move around. Hapi’s time is important to her and she is painfully aware how easily life can turn around. Wasting it is something she never does, ever. Hapi greets every day knowing a single sigh could take lives, and that with the flick of a wrist she can easily return to a prison. So, imagine her willingly giving up her time for someone when it isn’t necessary. Imagine being her first choice when pairing off for battle, imagine her training at your side instead more efficiently by herself, imagine her asking to join you in the sauna, imagine her taking the little free time she has to spend quality time at your side. This is how Hapi behaves when she loves. Of course, she’s as sassy as always; her personality doesn’t change much in comparison to with other people. When Hapi loves she simply choses to share her valued time.

Constance: Giving Gifts

Constance is materialistic. Fact. She is not good with accepting vulnerability and dislikes showing signs of weakness. Stubborn? Yes. Constance views the world as her chess board and giving anyone a leg up puts her in line for check mate. People that she cares for are no exception. If you want Constance to compliment you it will be like finding a needle in a haystack of words. She’ll sneak it in so well that it will almost always fly over your head. It’s much easier to pay attention to the gifts she gives. Constance has no shortage of presents to share, though they may not always be the most jovial. For people she’s trying to butter up Constance normally sends something plain and impersonal. Yet it’s different for people she cares for. Constance thinks that a good gift is a practical one. You may not be the most excited for it, but she looks beyond that. In other words, Constance is a provider. If she always tries to assure you have what you need then you’ve successfully gained her affections.

END: That’s it for this series! Check out the previous editions if you’d like! Thanks for sticking around everyone. See y’all during the next special on this blog!

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rozymochi · 8 years ago

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Wrecker | 03

word count: 2.133

genre: lots of angst whoops, little bit of fluff

A/N: So I kinda went emotional on this one. There is mention of family loss so yeah. And I want to work out the yurixreader best friend relationship because I think it’s kinda cute. Next part will be a happy rainbow, so anticipate :)

- 5 months ago -

I was sitting in a cafe waiting for Jungkook, today was our 3 month anniversary. It went by so fast, the day Jungkook came to me to confess to me. The day I broke my heart in thousand pieces. Those pieces slowly became one again in the 3 months I have been with Jungkook. I saw him coming in with Jimin. Since Jungkook and I started to date Jimin has always been the third wheel. But we still love him a lot tho. “ Kook! Chim! I’m here!” I said waving at them. Jungkook looked so handsome as always, I wondered why he even chose me. “ Hi jagi, happy 3 moths anniversary!” He kissed me on my cheeks, I blushed. It was not common for him to do something like this. He was still an idol after all, there were always camera’s everywhere capturing every moment of his life. “ Yah, I’m still here love birds. Should I order drinks?” Jimin said. “ Yeah sure chim. I want a vanilla latte please and a red velvet cheesecake. Jungkook what do you want?” “ Just a iced americano. I will share the cake with y/n” “ Okay, I’m right back!” Jimin walked away to the counter. I was happy at this moment. I was here with my boyfriend and best friend. I didn’t knew I could be so happy again. “ Y/N? What are you thinking about?” Jungkook asked worriedly “ About you off course silly, I was thinking how happy I am these days.” “ I have an idea, let’s eat chicken and beer today before I leave for the wings tour.” Oh the tour, I totally forgot. They will be away for a month. “ Oh yes the tour, I almost forgot kookie. But at least I will go to Hong Kong for a week. And chicken and beer sounds great. Will Jimin come to?” “ No he has a date tonight.” “ With Seola again?” Jimin was dating a girl named Seola since a few weeks. He was scared of loving again. But I encouraged him to date, he was lonely at times and drank too much when he felt lonely. “ Yes, I think they really could be something. He talks a lot about her, and she is really nice too.” Jungkook said. He wished too for Jimin to be fully happy. After a few minutes Jimin came back with our drinks and cake. “ So lovely couple, here is your 3 month anniversary cake. Let’s eat!”

After lunch I went back home and Jungkook and Jimin went practicing. Maybe I should prepare dinner, Jungkook wanted chicken and beer. So let’s get some chicken and beer from the local store. I loved grocery shopping, it was like setting my mind off for some time and just work my way down from my grocery shopping list. Looking at all kinds of food was satisfying too hehe. When I came back home I began with the cooking. I was a good cook if I had to say, just like my parents used to be.

“ Ah y/n you’re home, mom made some nice spicy chicken stew. It’s your favorite right? Was school fun today?” My dad asked me after I came home from school. “Whaa, eomma, thank you I love spicy chicken stew. Hi dad school was fun today, we did some singing again. Later on I will be an idol, and I want to cook as good as mom.” I grinned while saying these things. “ Aigo, our y/n, yesterday you wanted to be a doctor honey, what happened to that?” “ Dad do you dislike idols or something?” But yeah my dad was right, my mind changed all the time. “ No honey, it’s just you don’t have to change your mind all the time, just find something you really love doing and stick with that. Don’t let others decide for you, you can do it yourself.” The smell of the chicken stew was so strong it smelled amazing.

It was a flashback again. A flashback about my parents, I could still remember the chicken smell. How great of cook my mom was. And how inspiring my dad was. My parents passed away when I was eight. The pain was still in my heart, I had flashbacks all the time and it was sometimes unbearable. How much I missed them was indescribable, I have no brothers or sisters. So my loss was all sudden and heavy on me when the fact came to me that I was the only family member left. They passed away after a car incident, when they were supposed to pick me up from my ballet classes. It inspired me how much my parents loved each other and how happy they lived. ‘just find something you really love doing and stick with that’ The years after they passed, I became more conscious of life, at a young age. I studied really hard to become a doctor like my parents wanted me to, the idol life I wanted wasn’t important anymore. I began learning how to cook, I wanted that memory to last with me forever. And I found Yuri. The one I loved as much and cared for as much like I did with my parents. Yuri became my family and it felt safe. She loved a lot more than I did, she had a few boyfriends, whom she loved a lot, but broke her heart eventually. That’s when it came to me that love wasn’t as pure as my parents was. That people weren’t as warm-hearted as my parents. And everyday I had to bear the pain of my parents not being with me. And than Jungkook came, dividing my love for him and Yuri.

I got really emotional while cooking, that I didn’t even realize Jungkook came back home. I quickly ripped away my tears and continued cooking. Jungkook knew about my loss but he didn’t knew how much it affected me. The main reason I never dated people was because I didn’t wanted to date really, I wanted to love sincerely just like my parents. Yet my relationship with Jungkook was much more different than I thought my relationships should be. We came together at the hardest time, he was nothing I thought my future boyfriend would be like, he was a fuckboy when I wanted a sincerely loving boy. I always looked up to the relationship of Jimin and Sunny, I haven’t had the chance to see them in real life. But the stories Jimin and Jungkook told me about the relationship Jimin and Sunny had was always beautiful. Jimin did talk about his past relationship, and by his stories you could tell he was sincerely in love with her, maybe he still does but he has to move on. Jungkook and I were still far away from the pure love I wanted, I knew that. Since the moment he asked me to be his girlfriend I was never sure of this relationship. It wasn’t that I didn’t love him enough or love him sincerely. It was the question if he loved me as much as I love him. After we got together, he stopped his fuckboy life and began living like a ‘proper’ person like he said himself. He wanted to be good for me and himself he said. Yuri didn’t trust our relationship much. Because she has been in a lot of break ups so she would’ve known. But why did I carry on with this relationship? Because I hoped that Jungkook will really become the person he promised and said he would be. And he hasn’t done anything wrong in the three months we got together. So there is actually no reason to look down to him. He was being a good boyfriend to me and I should live happy while I can.

“Kookz are you home?” I asked while putting the beer on the table. “ Yes, I was surprised when you texted me and said we would eat the chicken nd beer at home. I wanted to take you out.” He said putting his practice clothes away and came behind my back to kiss me on my cheek. “ I wanted to cook a good meal for my boyfriend, I wanted to at least do something good for you. You are going to be away for a month! It’s not fair kookie.” “ I know y/n, but at least we can go to some place far away when I have my free weeks.” His entertainment said that after the tour they could have some weeks off. I would be nice going to somewhere with only Jungkook. “ Well let’s eat kook, I guess your hungry, you must have worked hard today right. You’re all sweaty and stuff. Get off my back I just showered.” I pushed him off my back giggling when he tickled me back. “ You know you love it.” He said walking away to shower.

We started eating when he came back from the shower. He looked hella good in that white shirt. Which is the only thing he wears to be honest. “ Cheers to our relationship!” He clicked our beer bottles together. After a while Jungkook became tipsy, when he was tipsy, he would spill all his emotions. Just like tonight. “ You know y/n. When we go on tour I always feel really lonely. Before I met you I had the hyungs, but it doesn’t feel the same anymore without you.” He said drunkly. “ I am so in love with you y/n, haha it’s so funny right? Me? In love? lol even I can’t believe.” Wow he was really drunk, he never talks about his past.. well fuckboy behavior. “ You sure bout that kook? You don’t seem to miss me when you go on tour, you go to every club and restaurant. You are always late back in the hotels.” “ Y/N, I love you with aaaaaalllll of my heart.” He said dramatically. “ Really? I love you too kook, forever.” Forever was kinda our thing after we watched ‘the fault in our stars’, we are suckers for sappy movies. “ But seriously, I do really love you y/n. I promise.”

After he kinda passed out ( he was so light weight when it came to drinking ) I brought him back to our bedroom. He had to go out early tomorrow, and he would regret drinking if he passed out on the ground. So I decided to be a nice girlfriend and put him in bed. I sat on the bed after I put him there and let him sleep. I couldn’t sleep actually, I was still thinking about what Jungkook said. He never says ‘i love you’ only when he is drunk. But maybe I was just overreacting and overthinking everything. So if I wasn’t going to sleep, why not FaceTime a bit with Yuri. I went to the kitchen again and set my macbook on the kitchen island.

“ Yuri! I’m coming tomorrow again! Isn’t that great?” I said grinning. “ Oh no, my best friend again I have to make space in my small student apartment again.” She groaned. “ Just joking hun, how you doing?” “ I miss you so much yu. It has already been one and a half month since I last saw you. And I haven’t had a good egg tart in ages!” happy moments are with friends “ I ate so much already you don’t even know girl.” she smiled. “ Actually why are you not sleeping yet, and where is jk, isn’t he with you the last day before the tour?” Caring and sweet “ He is sleeping, we drank a little and he passed out. And it’s not a big deal flying, just 4 hours or something.” “ Still, your face is going to get pimples if you don’t sleep enough. You should take some rest, I will take care of eeeevveeeeryyythinngg for you when you come here.” Funny and good-hearted “ Ara eomma, I will sleep then. Have a goodnight bun.” We called each other hun and bun it was a lil joke from the old times. “ Okay hun, you too goodnight. Tell Jimin I bought the food he asked for!” Those friends you should keep forever in your heart. “ Yu, you’re in love with him! Admit it girl.” “ He is my bias from bts y/n how can I be not in love with him.” She winked and broke the connection after. I put my macbook away and went to the bathroom. Yuri was right, I already had some pimples. I couldn’t be seen like this outside, when I was Jungkook’s girlfriend. I decided to put on a sleeping mask and crawled next to Jungkook in bed. He instantly wrapped his arm around my waist, whispering:

“ I love you, forever, I promise.”

A/N: Thank you for reading loves!

#jungkook scenarios #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts jungkook #bts jimin #jungkook #jungkook ff #bts ff #bts scenarios #rozymochi

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ao3feed-ddlc · 7 years ago

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Reactions From The Literature Club (Genderbent Edition)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PQhhKX

by BrainBlister

Words: 1805, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Doki Doki Literature Club! (Visual Novel)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: M!Monika, M!Sayori, M!Yuri, M!Natsuki

Relationships: M!YurixReader, M!SayorixReader, M!NatsukixReader, M!MonikaxReader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2PQhhKX

#ao3feed #ddlc #doki doki literature club

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fanfictiondreamscape · 5 years ago

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Rescue Cat

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)!

Below the cut!

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

and that’s all that he could ask for.

#yuriplisetsky #yuri plisetsky #yurionice #yuri on ice #yuriplisetskyxreader #yuri plisetsky x reader #yurionicexreader #yuri on ice x reader #yurioniceyurio #yuri on ice yurio #yurixreader #yuri x reader #plisetskyxreader #plisetsky x reader

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fanfictiondreamscape · 4 years ago

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How-To: Knife Shoe

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!

Below the cut!

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.

aside from Mario Kart, at least

#yuri on ice #yurionice #yuri plisetsky #yuri plisetsky x reader #yuriplisetsky #yurionicexreader #yuri on ice x reader #yuriplisetskyxreader #plisetskyxreader #plisetsky x reader #yurioniceyurio #yuri on ice yurio #yurixreader #yuri x reader

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fanfictiondreamscape · 4 years ago

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“You’re Beautiful.” (CW)

(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.

brring...brring...brring...

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.

brring...brring...brring...

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.

brring...brring...brring... clunk

“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.

brring...brring...brring...

(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?”

“Yeah, Yakov was being annoying, anyway.”

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fanfictiondreamscape · 5 years ago

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To Grab the Gold

Request: Could you maybe do a yurio x reader where the reader is a skater in the girls league at the same level as him. And though she almost always wins gold like her brother victor she’s always hard on herself saying she could do better. Either headcanons of how he would handle it or a Scenario please and thank you!!!!! Love work by the way!!!!!!!

Title: To Grab the Gold

Genre: fluffy, strays a lil into angst-y territory (but it should be fairly short)

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!reader

Notes: Okay, so thank you for this request! I’ve always wanted to write something about the reader being a sibling of Victor or someone, so this gave me the prime idea!

Otherwise, I feel as if I can relate to this idea in itself - being hard on yourself. It can literally be seen on this blog. It’s so nice and it makes me so happy to see that people enjoy the work I put out. So, I will thank you for that.

That said, I went with headcanons. Small warning, though:

These ideas will stray into territory that can be triggering. I would give it a specific label, but it is simply amplified insecurities, so if you deal with that - please proceed with caution.

KEY: (Yuri = Plisetsky, Yuuri = Katsuki)

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we have to cover this before anything else is said:

the figure skating world is brutal.

with that in mind, seeing as you had managed to jump the ranks as quickly as you did, people knew you as a formidable competitor.

yuri in particular knew how fierce of a competitor you were, seeing as he had trained with you and your brother victor under yakov for as long as he remembers.

so yes, while you two did grow up beside each other, you never really talked to anyone besides yakov, victor, and mila (from time to time)

in short, you two barely knew each other despite growing beside each other.

funny occurrence when you consider that he was of the few that knew of your habits when skating.

in similar fashion to your brother, you were almost a natural on the ice, and the way that you moved even off the ice was graceful yet intimidating.

it frankly shocked the other people competing against you in the senior division in which you debuted.

yuri was beside you the whole way.

literally.

when victor had made the claim that he was going to coach yuuri katsuki, he had suggested that you join him and train under him for the year.

you reluctantly agreed, though you also avoided saying anything to yakov as you weren’t as straightforward and recklessly fearless as victor is.

that said, yuri was a little disappointed and jealous.

he knew it was baseless, you were victor’s younger sibling, after all

what right did he have to keep you here?

what really bothered yuri was the fact that victor had made him a promise.

and he intended to make sure he kept it.

so when he showed up at the local ice rink out of the blue, you were left jaw-on-the-floor.

were you really surrounded by people that were purely impulse and nothing else?

you didn’t let the event prevent you from working on your senior debut pieces, though.

while yuri and yuuri were being coached by victor, it was only when they were done for the day that victor stood by and helped you with your senior debut.

you already had high expectations, after all - if you couldn’t hold up, what would happen?

you and yuri are the best new entries, so if either of you couldn’t hold up, what would go down if victor decided to quit coaching for competing in the next season and you had to go back to yakov?

what about if you had failed to grab even silver in your debut?

you knew you could do it, and you wanted the satisfaction that came with the draping of the medal around your neck, standing on the highest pedastal on the winner’s platform.

at least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself to do.

you had been trying and failing to do an even more advanced jump than what you usually did.

and you wanted to use it in one of your routines

but the best you could do was the mount.

your landing was flawed at best, and a wipeout at worst.

it was starting to get to you.

many things swung around in your head.

‘is it my weight? is it being distributed incorrectly or did you just gain some?’

‘maybe it could be the routine itself. is it good enough to shock a crowd and win the gold?’

‘or, maybe, it’s just the fact that victor wasn’t able to focus and help you when you needed it most?’

the ideals that had been drilled into your head differed greatly from victor’s

and the fact that you had the expectation to live up to his abilities was starting to get to you for once.

normally, you’d just brush it off, but your competitive nature kicked into full gear and you felt the overwhelming need to avoid disappointing and losing.

you loved the feeling it brought to you. what else was there to say?

that, and you knew how victor could get when he had expectations.

just because you’re his family, doesn’t mean that you are exempt from his expectations of nikiforov gold.

which is why you worked your ass off.

you lost weight in favor of toning, you made sure to reach the rink before and after the three males entered and left.

more often than not, you would be eating a meal in your designated room in at the hot springs later at night, after your daily workout.

the new jump that you had been trying to accomplish was barely coming along

your routines were starting to slack.

you didn’t know what was going on, as things like this were normal, but they never reached this extent.

either way, you worked and worked and worked.

eventually, you had begun to skip dinner

you had begun to lose sleep

you had started to pass out at random times.

despite how much you tried to hide it and play it off as if everything was normal, everyone that saw you could tell that wasn’t the case by any means.

yuuri was trying to get you to stop and relax, but in your work-induced mindset led to you lashing out at him. no matter what he did, nothing worked.

yuri and victor had been aiming to get you to relax and stop working as well, but even they knew that you wouldn’t do that unless some more powerful entity forced you to.

that, and the sheer amount of disappointment that had started to rain over your being was starting to transform into anger.

you were beginning to have outbursts, your were beginning to perform as if you were a simple novice.

you were beginning to look as if you were going to fall apart after a single breath.

you failed to realize and care about your wellbeing until you wiped out on the ice and couldn’t get back up.

you were lucky that yuri had stayed back to get something he forgot, otherwise you might’ve been stuck there all night.

which is why you had to face the music and realize that this wasn’t the way to go about it.

he had made quick succession in making sure that you were okay as soon as he was exiting the rink and saw you passed out on the ice.

he panicked, frankly, but he made sure to get you off the ice and on a bench before calling yuuko over to tell her to call victor.

everything was moving fast, and he swore he could feel his heart racing in his ears as he saw you still on surface.

you looked pale, a weird mix of purple-blue and green, and the image left him speechless.

victor and yuuri rushed over to the rink as soon as they could, and when yuuri saw you his jaw fell to the floor

victor, on the other hand, ran to your side and picked you up.

he was able to notice the way you fell limp.

long story short, you looked dead.

it scared him senseless, and yuri could understand the sentiment.

over the time that he had spent in Japan, he had grown to appreciate the amount of work that you had put forth to succeed.

sadly, even he didn’t know that you would push yourself to this extent.

and he now knew why he became even more drawn to you.

you took pride in your abilities, but he never knew that you pushed yourself this far to achieve whatever goal you had set for yourself.

this event was what forced him to become aware of his feelings for you.

he could now realize why he always watched you, mesmerized at the way you carried yourself.

and he now understood why he wanted to make you feel safe.

after you were taken to the hot springs and taken care of, victor and yuri stayed by your side as you were still unconscious.

a warm towel was resting on your forehead and you were covered with a blanket.

for extra measures, they had even kept a small heater beside you to make sure that you didn’t freeze while resting.

“yuri, can i ask you something?”

“ah- what is it. victor?”

“if she decides to go back to yakov, watch over her for me.”

“...”

“i can tell. she has taken a liking to you, and i know you have taken one to her.”

“...”

“she trusts you, yuri. and after this, i fear that this could happen again, so please. make sure she takes a break.”

“...i promise, victor.”

“...thank you, yuri.”

victor left after that, patting yuri on the back

(he wondered what he failed to notice, despite his overprotective nature when it came to you.)

yuri sat there, overnight and into the next morning.

yuuri and victor came in to check on you, brought him breakfast, but everything the next day seemed to slow down.

eventually, you woke up, but you were lost. you were even more disappointed than you were before.

if you needed the cloth on your head changed out, yuri did it.

if you needed the heater turned on, he did it.

if you needed literally anything, he did it or got it for you.

otherwise, he’d just be silent and act as a safespace for you if you ever needed it.

similarly to how he might handle insecurities that you may have, he would be very careful with the subject.

he’d be a little awkward, though he’d power through for your sake.

after a few days of just relaxing and stretching, doing some light exercises (and i mean E X T R E M E L Y light exercises), he’d do some slight skating with you to calm you down.

if you wanted to see something from him on the ice, he’d do it for you.

hell, he even did his developing competition piece for you so you could have entertainment in analyzing his technique and ability.

he loved seeing the way your face would light up when you would watch him perform.

eventually, the time passed by.

you came to realize yuri plisetsky as himself completely, aside from just facing the persona that he projected to the media, people he worked aside, and to his fans.

it made you realize what you had been feeling the whole time.

you had been put on light work by victor, as he didn’t want to see this happen to you again, so weeks had passed before you went through your intense debut routines.

it was only on the night that the competition for who victor would coach came up that you were able to go through even a snippet of it.

yuri, following his loss, was distraught.

he still powered through the night, though.

when you saw him after the event, you asked him to join you on the ice.

you had a speaker set up on the edge of the rink, playing some lofi music to make sure the mood had stayed calm.

you two just skated around, no real reason as to why except to settle from the day.

“hey, yuri.”

“hmm?”

“you were amazing. as usual, but...”

“...but?”

“...i wanted to thank you.”

he stayed silent to let you continue, but you knew that he was listening. his skating had ceased just the slightest as he had been slightly ahead of you in the rink.

“i...i made a stupid mistake by failing to pay attention to my health, and i wanted to thank you for helping me.”

the silence that followed was comfortable, and as the both of you were very hesitant to say what loomed over your hearts, you were both already aware of what the both of you did meant.

‘i love you.’

the rest of the time in the rink was passed by you and him holding hands and making rounds around the rink

he even slipped some fancy ballroom moves in, making you flush and laugh. he did the same alongside you.

the next day, there was something melancholy in the air.

and even though you had told him that you wouldn’t be returning to yakov for the season, you did emphasize that you wanted to continue talking to him.

“hey, yurio!”

“how many times do i- don’t call me yurio!”

“not gonna happen. either way, before you leave, promise me something?”

“what is it?” (it was gentle, and the scene made victor, yuuri, and yuuko gush)

“i better see you on that pedastal kissing that gold medal, plitsetsky.”

“only if i see you up there as well. though you better be careful, or i am going to ignore it.”

“got it, got it. now...promise me?”

“i promise.”

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Insecurities

Request: Hey, I was wondering if you could do a Yuri Plisetsky x reader headcanon. The reader has really bad insecurity and issues with their confidence. Yurio reassures them how much he loves them, cute and fluffy. (Gender neutral reader pls).

Title: Insecurities

Genre: v cute, v fluffy (also drifts somewhat into angst territory, i’m so sorry for that)

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Reader

Notes: This request frankly has my heart, I’m-

I love Yurio’s character, and the growth that he goes through in the single season just makes me so happy to see and so proud of his overall improvement with the competitors (if you know what I mean). He is so sweet, too, just using that cover to stay on track. It is so interesting to watch.

Plus, imagining him with a s/o - that is improvement on his part big time, and I am already melting at the thought-

Small warning, though:

this does contain some mentions with body image, toxic friendships, and slight mention of mental disorders, so proceed with caution.

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this boy-

he tries to hide it, but he loves you

typical tsundere

but despite that, he can see it.

If your insecurities laid in the valley of body image:

in figure skating at a level that he is, the body is the primary instrument.

the choreography itself is very close to ballet, so the body has to be in shape for the activity.

that being said, he has probably had some issues with body image in the past.

probably from when he was growing and he had strayed just the slightest from the typical strict regiment that he had to take.

yakov or someone that was just as strict as he is had enforced the diet on him.

he eventually got used to it, and i don’t imagine that he’d be too pressured since he did get older and he did adjust

but that’s just it.

he’d be awkward about it from the start since he was (presumably) much younger when the thoughts hit him.

on the confidence front, though, he’d be very aware.

he wants to be the best, and when he isn’t he breaks and works ten times harder.

even then, his confidence would suffer a little bit and the only thing that could bring it back up (before you) would be a win and score that was much better than the one he considered a failure.

otherwise, i think that he’d be very hesitant to touch you because of what you brought up.

he’s thinking ‘they don’t like their body, and i don’t know what to do to help them. do they want a hug or would that cause more problems?’

he’s also thinking ‘but i get their confidence issues. what should i say or do?’

if you did want a hug, i imagine that you’d either say something or gesture for him to get the hint.

he’d be v restrained and tense at first, but when you grip the back of his shirt and start sniffling, he’d be holding you flush to his chest.

if you weren’t wanting a hug, he sit or stand beside you and rest a hand on your shoulder.

he’d rub your back softly, he’d even probably give you a massage if it calmed you down a little bit

(but again, that is if things did get much worse and you asked for it)

either way, this would be the time when you would spill your guts on the topic.

the way your body looks, how that effects your confidence, how your lack of confidence starts a cycle from time to time, and how you have kept this stuff secret.

he’d be a little bothered at the thought of you not telling him, but he’d be by your side anyway.

his baby’s insecurities are coming in full-force and he doesn’t want them to continue to think about this.

if you were to be built bigger, and you felt insecure about how your body looked, he’d find a way to help you lost weight.

his logic, if you did want to approach this path, would be as follows:

“if you want to lose weight to be healthier and feel more confident with yourself, i can help you reach your goal.”

“only if that’s what you want, though.”

if you felt that you were way too thin, and wanted to look more full and gain a little weight, he’d have another philosophy similar to the previously mentioned one.

“i can help you tone up and gain weight.”

just, he understands body image issues to an extent.

(i also feel the need to emphasize that these would have been thought over in silence after comforting.)

If your insecurities lay in the valley of toxic friends/personality traits:

if this were to happen, you bet that he’d be trying to jump down their throats for pulling this on his sweet s/o

but that’s only after you calm him down from his angry outburst and tell him what is going on

now, here’s where he’d slip a little:

what the topic of your insecurities is and how it was targeted.

if you have a mental disorder (i.e., depression, anxiety, bpd, etc.) and they were using that to taunt you, he’d probably remain silent for a little while longer than you (and him) thought he would.

if it were to effect your schooling and they were targeting you and blaming your mental disorder(s) for your supposed ‘stupidity’, well.

he’d have to stop for a second and think of what to do.

(we can assume that he had either asked you, someone else, or researched the disorder(s) if he didn’t already know of them and what they consisted of)

‘what do i say?’

‘i know that this doesn’t help them, but what would be the proper approach?’

and then he’d just ask you gently if you needed a hug

seeing as it was a pretty far departure from his actual habits, you’d probably pause, but the decision would be left to you.

you want the hug? great, if you clutch him like a child would a teddy bear in bed, he won’t let you go. crying or not, too - you’re more important than his shirt being wet.

if you don’t want a hug” well, he’d probably reach for your hand and hold it firmly in his and rub his thumb over your knuckles.

either way, i imagine that it would most likely be somewhat quiet no matter the situation.

he’d just try to cradle you (whether that be literal or figurative) and act as a pillar for you in the moment.

he’d be afraid of saying or doing something wrong, so he’d preoceed with caution here expecially.

on the other hand, if you were being ridiculed and told you look ugly he’d do all that he could to show you that the statement was false on every level.

(Note: you’re NOT UGLY, you are a BEAUTIFUL, SPARKLING, GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING.)

but this is where i feel he’d be quicker and more confident on the uptake.

yuri would make eye contact with you and be fast to tell you what he sees and they fail to.

yuri sees the person that was able to look past his abrasiveness and accept him for him.

yuri sees the person that has always been by his side and willing to help and encourage him in his mission for the gold.

he sees the person that has the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful hair, the most beautiful skin, and the most beautiful body.

he sees the person that is extremely intelligent and lives up to the title of an ‘attractive brain.’

yuri sees the person that has made him better, and helped him overcome obstacles that he couldn’t dodge in everyday life.

and that is what they, those “friends”, couldn’t see and couldn’t comprehend.

everything that they had claimed came from a place of jealousy and they were practically covered in green at this point.

The aftermath:

this is where things would get so much better for the both of you.

you in the aspect that the thoughts and insecurities that came back to smack you in the face were now gone (temporarily, at least - they will; always linger, after all.)

and him in the aspect that you are feeling better than you did before.

buuuuut...

just to make sure you feel better, he’d probably bring out your favorite movie and cuddle up with you as it plays.

your head laying on his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his laptop resting on one of each of your legs.

potya may even perch right on your chest and let you pet them.

just, overall an emotional night that ends in the best way that it possibly could have:

cuddles with the ice tiger of russia and his pet cat.

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