Yuri On Ice x Reader || One Shots

Number One Fan {Yuri Plisetsky}

You cheered on Yuri at every competition he ever went to since the two of you were kids and Yuri began skating. You were always the one to be there for him since his parents weren't in the picture and his grandpa rarely made it to events. You were his best friend, biggest fan, and, eventually, loyal girlfriend.

You were at one of his competitions in Russia and watched Yuri's program being executed to the best of his abilities. You stood behind the barricade near the kiss and cry with Viktor Nikiforov who you considered to be a big brother after spending so much time watching he and Yuri practice and also getting so well acquainted.

"He keeps putting too much momentum into his turns," you muttered with your eyes following Yuri.

"You've become quite good at judging, haven't you?" Viktor inquired kindly.

You sighed. "I suppose. I have been watching figure skating for most of my life."

"And have dealt with the most temperamental skater since childhood," he joked.

"It's true," you admitted with your chin resting atop your folded arms. "Yuri cares so much to be the best and his emotions are what holds him back."

"With the proper motivation, he could win the Senior Grand Prix next year."

You cringed again as Yuri fell out of another quad. "Not if you're in it, Viktor. I know you like to encourage people, but don't put those ideas into his head so quickly. I believe he can do it, but it just builds up the pressure."

You watched Yuri finish his routine and pose with resigned anger written all over his face. You rushed over to greet him as he exited the rink but were unsurprisingly pushed aside by Yuri as he skated over to the changing rooms. You let him have his space for the twenty minutes he was changing because he didn't want to hear his score, let alone see it. He hadn't placed in the top three.

"Yuri," you greeted softly as he burst from the room.

"Leave me alone," he warned childishly.

You followed him into the vacant lobby as he paced back and forth with his blonde hair whisking across his face. Yuri tossed his bag on the ground and ended up kicking the wall as hard as he could.

"Yuri--"

"No! I screwed up my whole program!" Yuri growled with his back to you. "I never get it right!"

You laid your hand on his shoulder. "Yuri--"

Suddenly, Yuri spun quickly and knocked your arm away from him. You took a step back in momentary fright of just how lethal Yuri looked in that moment with blazing eyes full of fury. Feet moving on their own, you stepped aside and strode away from Yuri with your mind making your decision for you.

Time and time again, you have tried to show Yuri every ounce of support, but sometimes he can be too overwhelming and rupture that last nerve within you. You typically keep yourself together because it makes his anger eventually subside, but every once in a while, you get annoyed. You secured your own bag over your shoulder, marched into the crisp winter air, and continued down the recently plowed sidewalk.

"(Y/N)!"

You kept walking.

"(Y/N)!"

Your feet never stopped.

"(Y/N)! Please!"

You whipped around. "What!?"

"I'm sorry," Yuri apologized only standing five feet away from you.

"You're sorry?" you mocked, reaching into your bag.

"Yeah, you know how I get," he said nervously, a rose color dusting his cheeks.

"Well, if you would have calmed down for one damn second, you would know that I was trying to give you the Katsudon Pirozhki that your grandfather dropped off earlier and you wouldn't have been so crazy," you responded, producing the brown paper bag.

Yuri's eyes widened and he leapt forward to snatch the bag from your hand. You sighed loudly as he took out one of the wraps and started choking it down with the absence of fire in his eyes replaced with hunger and awe. You sat on the nearby railing as Yuri finished his meal and reality struck him like a truck. He, feeling guilty, sat beside you but couldn't meet your eyes.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper,
(Y/N)," Yuri apologized again, more clearly now. "You know I have to provide for my family and losing competitions only damages that with my reputation. Without the money from winning, we won't be able to live."

You laid your head on his shoulder and looped your arm through his. "I know; that's why I usually keep myself in check."

"It's not fair to you to always be here supporting me and I never have anything to give you in return," Yuri replied maturely. "You probably get bored of it."

You raised your head and grabbed Yuri's chin to force him to look you in the eyes. You had been there with him, growing from a kid who loved watching skating to a teen who embodied every aspect of the sport. You adored the way his face lit up ever so subtly when he got a great scoring or surpassed his personal best, which was often. The journey that you have been there for is the best thing you could receive in return.

"Watching you skate and have such a passion and drive to succeed at something so difficult and beautiful is my favorite thing in the world. I could think of nothing better to do than watch you on the ice," you said sincerely.

"Thank you. I... have a hard time admitting it, but you push me to do better. I feel like I'm skating for someone other than myself every time I remember that you're somewhere in the crowd cheering me on."

Your features softened significantly and you leaned over to press your lips tenderly against Yuri's.

"I could teach you how to skate," Yuri offered after you both got back to your feet.

You intertwined your fingers with his. "I've told you before that I'm way too clumsy."

"Come on; I would never let you fall too hard," he promised with a grin.

You repeatedly tell him no after that, but you know that he will get his way somehow. You love to see him win after all, and he has already concurred the Junior World Championships for three years straight along with your heart, so the only thing now is to be by his side as he goes for the gold once again.