Yuri Plisetsky x reader flirting on ice

Them

Warning: violence and rude language
Sorry I didn't update for so long. This chapter isn't so much of fluff or lime. It's just drama. Thank you for the support:3 -MJ

Chapter 15

(Y/n) stood starring at her own reflection in the mirror. She wore a red aflame dress, her skirt was see through like the amber sky at sunset. She was scared of herself. Scared to look at herself. Scared to stare into her own (e/c) eyes. Scared of the intense lust to win. She resemble an animal, no, a beast. A beast struggling to keep itself under control. If she was honest right now, she felt as if her reflection was a lion, and she was its prey.(Y/n) felt her reflection stare burning holes at her.Even though it wasn't real. She muster all her bravery and looked at herself dead in the eye.she couldn't look away.She griped her skirt tightly, her senses flared up like a wild fire.
She looked so fierce.She took a strong deep breath in. She was ready.

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" it fits perfectly" Lilia stern beautiful face stared at her, gripping (y/n's) shoulder , she gave her a good luck squeeze.

(Y/n) subconsciously touch Yuri's earring. Soon it will be her turn. She went at the back of the building where there was less of a crowd. She took in a deep breath, piercing her lungs. Her throats slightly dry. She went to the water fountain to get a drink.

But.

A familiar voice stopped her.
" No matter what happen out there," too familiar "give it all you got." No... it can't be... " I am very proud off all of you "

" yes" came three similar sound.

It's "Them".

Dread filled the pit of her stomach. Venom burning her body with intense heat. A bitter taste in her mouth.

Anger.
Jealousy.
Envy.

She took a strong firm step away from "them".

"(Y/n)?" No... they can't see me... not now. Not here. Not like this. Not after everything they been through.

She debated on weather to ignore and continue walking, or turn around a greet them with a force smile. She walked away instinctively.

" (y/n)" this time more firmly.

"What do you want " (y/n) threaten fiercely. Turning her entire body to face her old coach knowing there was no turning back.

"(Y/n)..." your old coach started.

" hmm? Who's that?" Cataline pop her head behind (o/c/n). Her expression turn sour.

"What is it Cataline?" Lia hazel eyes found their way to you" oh... its you" her voice hard. (Y/n) started to wonder what happened after her argument with (o/c/n). It must have been awful.

" It's nothing . Cathaline. Lia. Go back to Brie"

"But-"

"Go" (he/she) spoke sternly.
Lia threw a glare at (y/n) before turning to walk away from her.But (y/n) kept her anger faze. Cataline and Lia used to figure skate with her. They were good friends. If they had any bond, it was long gone.

" what do YOU want" she asked again.

(O/c/n) eyes hold guilt but (his/her) expressions soften, forcing a fake smile. " so you did find a way to the national -"

" of course ." Her arms cross in front of her chest, in a guarded manner.Her face stone hard unreadable. She lifted her chin in a rude manner.

(O/c/n) opened (his/her) mouth and closed, open and closed again. As if (he/she) was hesitant to say something. (His/her) soft expression turn mad and outrageous. " You want to hear the truth?" (He/she) smirked cruelty . (Y/n) heart jumped painfully. That look pierced her to the core. " The reason I didn't send you to the nationals. Don't you want to hear it?" (Y/n) remain silence and still as the dead. (O/c/n) let out a rasp, rough, dry laugh. " I pity you" (his/her) eyes shot right through her. " You weren't qualified to enter the national. Your the worse out of all my students. No talent. No skills. I'm surprised Yakov excepted you" your hand clenched, your knuckle turned white, nails digging into your palm drawing blood. But you kept your emotion in check. You kept staring into (his/her) eyes not at all fazed. " what trouble did you go through to get Yakov as your coach? Some third rate coach he is. You little bitch-"

" No. unlike you I never scoop so low.Yakov never go begging people for his students to enter the nationals. Unlike you.

' I hate it. Hate how badly my old coach see's me. Even cathaline, Lia and Brie... hate how they spoke of Yakov. Hate how badly they talk of me.... it hurts"

" funny how you still can talk like this. For your information Yakov is the world best coach. He is the one who send Viktor Nikiforov and Yuri plisetsky to championship. Don't look down on us. You're not even worth to kiss Yakov's skates. You sure have some gut to speak so rudely of them. Is you brain corrupted or something? Are you blind? You won't even have the gut to continue down this figure skating line of work. Not after we win the winter Olympic and the grandpix " you walked away " nice talking you again " (his/her) name dripping in venom " (o/c/n)." You waved your hand in casual manner.

You walked down the silent hall. Everything felt crueler than usual. Dread filled the pit of your stomach . You hand and feet felt heavy and cold. You made a turn only to be-

-Slammed into the wall.

Knocking your breath out of you.

Brie tall figure loomed over you.Her dyed crimson hair flew angrily behind her. Her dangerous Black eyes burn holes through the back of (y/n)'s head. Brie fingernails digging into (y/n)'s neck to hold her in place. " good to see you too 'senpai' "

Brie grip on (y/n) tighten. Her nails duck into her skin. She suppressed a hiss as blood seeps out.Her skull pressed harder against the wall. She had to clench her jaw to dull the pain. If Brie pressed any harder she felt like her cranium would break. She knew Brie was strong. But she didn't think Brie would be this strong. All those kick boxing and figure skating practice must have paid off. (Y/n) smirked through the pain. Brie' face came threateningly close to (y/n)'s ears." Do me a favor," Brie's whisper terrifyingly " AND STAY THE FUCK AWAY". (Y/n)'s hair was yanked back and slam face first into the wall. The impact made (y/n) weak to the knee. Losing her balance, she fell harshly to the ground and stayed there, coping with the sudden immense pain. Her vision went blur and hazy. The world around her tipped and sway.She forced herself to stand up but her legs betrayed her and gave out underneath her. All she could her was the echo off Brie's high heel clicking in mockery down the halls.

' What have I done' (y/n) hugged her knees to her chest and burry her face in hands. Tears falling uncontrollably. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe figure skating was her mistake. Her passion for figure skating shatter, leaving her venerable by herself. Brie, that's understandable... but Cataline and Lia.... what happen ...(Y/n)'s (s/c) skin was now sickly pale. The burning fire in her eyes was completely out.
Empty.
Everything felt empty.

And before she even knew it
She was burning
Burning
Burning
In her own flame

NO

I will not lose to you.

I will not lose sight of my dream.

not when I'm so close to it.

I will become the world best female figure skater.

I will break history.

I will win back Cataline and Lia.

(Y/n) fire heart was back.