Not Quite Good Enough (Yuri Pliseskey x Reader)

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Your PoV

"And next up, (f/n) (l/n) from U.S.A!" An announcer yells over a speaker as I glide out onto the ice. I stand in the middle of the rink as the lights hit my blue and black twinkly outfit and shone. I rose my hands onto my face and leaned my head, allowing my expression to match my theme for today's show, 'Lust and Seduction'.

I've always been known to skate to songs and themes more mature than my age. I'm only 16, yet a lot of my performances are based off of love and sexual behaviors. The music starts and I begin making my way around the rink.

"Now, (l/n) has planned 3 quads in her performance today. Apperently she's been good with the ones she has done, but is also known to crack the slightest under pressure. Let's see how she pulls it off." I do my prep and shoot myself off the ground. "A quadruple toe loop into a triple Salchow and she nails it!" The crowd starts cheering.

I continue to tell my story of lust. I am a beautiful woman, seducing all the men in the town. They all gaze in awe as I dance around, seeing my beautiful form. Once one of them decides to come talk to me, I shall leave. Off to go seduce the men of next town over.

I start face on, attempting the hardest quad in my performance. A quadruple Axel into a double toe loop. I prepare to leap and. "A quadruple Axel into a double toe loop and aww! She stumbles slightly on the Axel." Damnit, I just tripped on my dress. The men in the town are slightly turned away, but they shall come back soon. I continue gliding on the ice and telling my story.

After a couple minutes I start my last quad. "Ok she's got a quadruple Salchow and a triple toe loop in a row, then right into a combination spin." I shoot up, beginning the quad. "She's is in the air and boom, she lands it! Now the spin." I begin rotating on my blade, imagining that I am making my final dance. I come out of my turn and I make my way around the rink once again, symbolizing me avoiding the man who came to talk. I then strike my ending pose on the button. My hand is out behind me and my other hand is on my heart. I here applause as I come out of the pose and take a bow. "Her score is 193! She currently takes the lead!"

I skate off the ice and go to my bench, where my coach, Lila Tykedand (or Tyke) is waiting for me. "Hey, (f/n), you looked real good out there. A bet you can beat Pliseskey's ass this year." "You might wanna be careful what you say." "Why? You're grown up, aren't ya?" "What about all the desperate 12 year Olds here, Tyke?" She shrugged and sat down, handing me a water bottle. "Thanks." I took a drink and watched the next skater slide out. "Oh. It's the blonde shrimp."

"And now, Yuri Pliseskey from Russia!" He slid out and did a stupid pose, followed by a stupid performance with some stupid quads. He was good, but I didn't want to admit it. I stopped paying attention after ten seconds. After he was done, he came off and started me in the eye. "Let's see what happens, (l/n)." I look at him without response and he walks away. "Yuri's score is 217! He easily passes up (f/n) and takes the lead!" I grunt a bit and ignore the rest of the competition.

"And here are your place winners for this year's International Semi-finals. In third we have Totoko Mitachi from Japan!" The winner held up her medal as people all around us cheered. "In second we have (f/n) (l/n) from U.S.A!" This time a lot of people cheered as I waved to the audience and held up my medal. "And in first we have Yuri Pliseskey from Russia!" The whole stadium blew up as he seemed unphased by the amount of screaming. I looked at him, utterly disgusted.

I stepped off the podium and went to my bench. I started undoing the laces on my skates. "Hey, (f/n), you almost had him." "By 24 points. It's not good enough, Tyke." "You'll do better next year." "I need to take that shrimp down. It's been too long." "Too long since what?" I look up and see none other than the little shrimp himself. He looked down on me with a gold medal hanging from his neck. I stood up, putting myself a good three inches over him.

"It's been too long since I've kicked your ass." "It's suppose. It's only been four years." "Four years too long." He walked away giggling and I sat back down. And took off my skates, replacing them with a pair of normal shoes. I put the blade covers on them and left the rink. I could hear Tyke behind me. I'll take it she got my bag and water bottle. While walking, I slid my jacket on and left the stadium. The only think on my mind right now was Yuri's smug little face. I'll wipe that little look off his face. Soon, he'll learn not to mess with second best.