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Text Messages: Yuri Plisetsky x reader

You were training in the ice rink with your friend Mila. She would usually ask you to practice with her especially when it came to lifting. You two were close, so you didn't mind. As you were heading to the railings of the ice rink to get your tumbler, you felt a pair of eyes looking at you. you felt like the back of your head was burning a hole from someone's stare. You turned around to see who was looking at you, but no one was there. You shrugged it off and drank from your tumbler. 

That feeling of being watched was with you all day. You couldn't concentrate on your training, and Yakov was getting real pissed. You apologized to your coach who was scolding, and you decided to sit down and take a break. 

You sighed in frustration. Who the heck was watching you? Why was that person watching you? A lot of questions ran through your head. Your thoughts were cut-off when you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

"What's wrong, (Y/N)? You seem not to be yourself today." Mila asked with worry, as she sat next to you. 

"I don't know Mila... I feel like, as if someone's watching me... As if someone's watching my every move. I can't concentrate, and I got Yakov pissed." You burried your face into your hands as you sighed. 

Mila looked at you with worry. She rubbed your back as to comfort you, she felt like someone was watching the both of you, and what she saw made her smirk. She knew who was watching you, and she was going to make you see that person. 


You were back on the ice, training. Your thoughts seem to be clear now ever since you took a break, the feeling of being watched was no longer present. You were practicing your routine smoothly until you hit a certain rink mate of yours. 

"Oh my gosh! i'm so sorry. Are you okay?" You asked your rink mate  whom you accidentally bumped into, guilt present in your voice. Your said rink mate then looked up at you with piercing blue-green eyes. It was Yuri Plisetsky. The Ice Tiger of Russia.  The way he looked at you gave you shivers down your spine. He then got up, dust him self off and still kept his eyes on you. 

"Tch. Watch where your going next time, moron." He said, and skated away. 

Well that was rude. You wanted to say something, but Yakov told you to get back to training. You now feel irritated, it was just an accident! you thought maybe he was just in a bad mood that's why he was acting rude and grumpy. You continued to practice, and the feeling of being watched was back. You stopped on your tracks and turned around to see who was watching you, and then again, nothing was there. 

You went to the railings again to reach for your bag. You were going to check if you have any new messages or at least e-mails. Once you were done checking on everything, your phone then vibrated in your hand saying that you received a new message. 

Unknown number: HI :)

It was an unknown number. You contemplated whether or not to reply. You were scared that maybe this was a scam, or a psycho-path, or a creepy stalker. You gripped your phone tightly as your replied. 


You: Hi? 

Unknown number: How are you today? You seem to be so down in the dumps today. 

You: I'm... Fine? I guess? Look, who are you? and how did you get this number?!

Unknown number: I'm the one who's been watching you all this time. Guess you haven't figured that out huh?   

You froze. You have no idea how the hell this person got your number. First the watching, now the creepy texting. You didn't what to do, you tried to stay calm. You then received another message from the unknown number. 

Unknown number: Don't even think about changing your number,  or blocking my number. I know where you live. But don't be scared. I could never harm a beautiful girl like you.