My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

New Nickname

CLACK! His skates hit the ice, leaving glistening scratches as he glided on it's surface. The sun was just about peaking up from the lake outside - it's rays radiating his voluminous blonde hair. As the music drew to an end, his paced slowed until it came to a complete stop. Yurio instantaneously hopped off the ice.
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'VIKTOR. GET, UP.' Yurio, for the third time, now, kicked at Viktor Nikifirov's back.

'Yuriooooo..... what's the hurry......?' He mumbled through drowsy eyes, whipping his hair back so he could make out the blonde in front of him.

'Viktor! We gotta go to the airport, remember?' Bellowed Yuri Katsuki from the toilet.

'Huh? Whyyyyyyyyyyyyy.......'

'Cuz we gotta pick her up, baka!' Responded Yurio, making his way to the sliding door.

'Huh? Who?!' Asked Viktor, excited by the word, 'her'. 'When did you get a girlfriend?'

Before Yurio could yell at his face, Yuri calmed the whole thing down.

'Y/N-chan. You know? The Russian skater who's Yurio's old friend!'

'OOOOOHHHHHHHH. Why didn't you say so?!' Viktor hopped up and went to the toilet after Yuri - he came out not long after with his miraculous good looks and glamorous hair.

After quite a long drive, the three of them went to wait at the terminal Y/N said she would come to meet them. After 15 minutes or so, a tall girl who seemed to be in her teens walked out of the huge crowd, dragging a suitcase by her side with long, wavy, hazel brown hair and emerald green eyes that pierced through there's. She wore a jet-black hoodie with white streaks and the 'Nike' emblem sewed onto it, with a pair of black denim shorts and tights of the same shade underneath them. The skater wore a pair of plain, white sneakers and her hair was done up in a bun.

She looked around with her protuberant, green eyes until they landed on Yurio. Her eyes bulged and she ran over and flung her arms around him.

'Yuri-chan! Oooooooooh, I'm taller than you now, have you noticed? It's been soooooo long!'

'This is the girl?' Asked Viktor hysterically in the background. She turned around curiously and smiled at him.

'The name's Y/N! It's a pleasure to meet you, Viktor Nikifirov! And you, too, Yuri Katsuki!' She shook their hands and turned back to Yurio, who wore is familiar expression.

'So........... well I still need to find a hotel-'

'We can help you there!' Interrupted Yuri. 'M-my mother wouldn't mind a bit of company, I'm sure! We've got room at our place!'

Her smile widened as she cuddled Yurio. 'You wouldn't mind being a bunkmate, now would you, Yuri-chan?!'

To everyone except Y/N's surprise, Yurio smiled and hugged her back. 'As long as you keep your music to yourself.'

Viktor and Yuri broke out into laughter. 'Y-Yuri-chan?'

'Shut up, baka.' Yurio replied shortly.

'Yeah. What's with that?' Asked Yuri innocently.

'It's just a nickname. Now buzz off, you two.' He hissed as he kicked Viktor in the balls to stop his fit of laughter.

The four of them rode back in a taxi and finally arrived, when Y/N greeted Yuri's family. She then politely left her luggage in a corner and followed Yurio to his, (now their) room.

'Here.' He slid open the shutter and her eyes glistened as she scanned the room.

'I've always wanted to- there's only one bed.' She pointed at the double bed in the very corner of the room, and Yurio nodded.

'I'm sleeping on the mat, don't worry. Now go get yourself freshened up, there's a hot spring.'

Y/N nodded vigorously and grabbed all her clothes. The journey to the airport was longer than expected and what with all the traffic, the day was already drawing to an end.

While Yuri's mother prepared another tasty pork cutlet bowl for the new guest, Y/N walked out of the hot spring. She wore a pair of shorts which covered half her thighs, with a top which revealed a small amount of her toned chest.

'Since when did you work out?' Mocked Yurio.

'Since I became a professional skater, baka.' She mocked in reply. Yurio smiled a somewhat devilishly handsome, smug smirk, before Y/N's attention turned to the elderly woman preparing food in the distance.

'Ooh! Excuse me, Mrs Katsuki, do you mind if I help out? I've always wanted to cook something Japanese!

In slight shock, Yuri's mother nodded. 'Why not, darling! How about chopping that celery over there?'

With quite some skill, she grabbed the knife and finely diced the vegetable. 'Like this?'

'That's right! Your much better then my Yuri at house chores, alright.' In the distance, Yuri flushed a pale peach causing Viktor to cuddle him.

'Don't worry, Yuri! I'll do the cooking once we're married!' Yuri laughed feebly at this, and so did Y/N. Pretty soon, Mrs Katsuki had laid out dinner and Y/N grabbed her chopsticks. Slurping up the saucy liquid and chewing through her pork, she swallowed as a tingle ran down her spine. Her eyes shot open.

'Vkusno!!!!!!' She consumed the bowl within 5 minutes, causing everyone around her to giggle. Even Yurio.

'OK, you lot! Time for bed!' Chorused Mrs Katsuki and everyone hopped off to their rooms.

'Yuri-chan? Are you sure you don't want the bed? I don't mind-'

'I'm fine. You sleep their or else Mrs Katsuki's gonna kill me for not being 'a good host.'' He mimicked. Y/N giggled and threw the covers over her head.

'OK, how about a new nickname..... Cinnamon roll! Like that one?'

'Mm.' And with that, the two of them dozed off.