My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

At the gym

'Seriously, Y/N everyone's gonna stare!' He hissed

'No they won't be able to, I booked the gym just for us! For all of us!' She shot a look at Viktor, who was backing away in in the direction of that tempting Katsudon.

It was only a few minutes away, so all four of them took a jog. Y/N was somehow by far the fastest, jogging at full speed and smiling her freedom as the wind whipped at her hair. The view beside them of that sea was just too distracting. A mirror at the same time being as deep and as hollow as nothing else on earth: it's rippling water and the change in colour. Mesmerisingly beautiful.

When Y/N had arrived, Yurio a few seconds behind, she wasn't even sweating - nor was she panting. Her friends, on the other hand, were gasping for air just trying to keep up with her.

'Come on, Cinnamon roll!' She mimicked, mockingly patting the back of Yurio's head. 'I thought you were fitter than that!'

'Urusai! I'll show you. Common'! I bet you couldn't do sit ups as fast as me- And so, he himself dragged her into the gym. She giggled at his competition, so accepted the challenge and pulled off her sweater.

Yurio stiffened. 'Y/N. Seriously.'

'What?'

'A sports bra?' He gestured at what you were wearing, and you tilted your head slightly.

Yurio found it idiotic that her didn't understand a word, so dragged her into a corner.

'Not around Yuuri or Viktor, OK?'

'How come?' She went with the whispering aspect as Yurio had started to shoot looks at the other two males in the room.

'You're not allowed to.'

'And who said that?'

'I did.' And, to stop her arguing any further, he spun her round so that his body was covered by his own, then pulled the hoodie over you himself.

'No taking off. If you're hot you're just wearing one of my shirts.'

And with that, he dragged her back into the open and they began their sit up rounds. The average was every Yurio sit up for two Y/N sit up. Near the end, she slightly slowed down but won by miles nevertheless.
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It was pretty late at night, and Y/N was hitting at her console non-stop. She had to win this last game, common', just a round.......

It took her some time to notice that Yurio had been gone for quite some time. He said he wanted a long bath, so went to the hot spring for 'an hour.' It's been 2 and a half hours already. Oops.

She decided Yurio was more important, so quit her game and hopped up, calling his name all around the house. She had no success so far (everyone else was snoring so no help there) so decided to go to the extreme and peak about in other rooms. Well, Viktor was bunking with Yuuri. Again. But still no sight of the blonde.

She gave up and began to yawn, so just made her way to the bathroom to get herself ready for bed. She surprisingly felt hot in this winter, so just slipped on a loose shirt straight on top of her underwear and left it at that.

Pretty soon she was all ready for bed, and reasoned that it'd be best to just text Yurio. As she walked into her dark bedroom, however, she saw a lump on the bed just swivel slightly.

'Yurio, I was looking for you everywhere, where were-' once she had turned his body around to get a full look of his face, she saw that it was shining. His eyes were bloodshot red, his her glued to his own face.

'Cinnamon roll, what happened?!' She asked in concerned tone, getting into bed with him and cupping his cheek.

'Nothing.' Was all he managed to muffle through silent sobs.

'Cinnamon roll. When your sad it kills me of sadness. I hate to see you crying.'

Like he somehow completely felt empathy for her, he spoke immediately. 'I'm having a fight with Gwanpa. He doesn't want to talk to me-' he let out a few more silent sobs, tears streaming heavily down his cheeks and onto Y/N's hands.

She knew how important his grandpa was to him, but the thing was Yurio was actually quite sensitive. Very sensitive. And she was by far the only person that knew that.

'Awww, Yuri-chan-' she softly grabbed him by the head and pushed him into her, wrapping her arms around him tight and nuzzling her nose against his forehead. 'It's OK baby, he loves you I'm sure. He just needs some time.'

I think he was crying so hard that his sobs actually got loud enough to vibrate the bed.

'Baby, don't worry about it, it's fine cinnamon roll. I'm here-' she patted his head affectionately and he hugged her tight, still soaking her T-shirt. Y/N knew no matter how much she tried to comfort him, he would just cry anyway. So she took a different turn.

'Really it's too adorable it's killing me.' He carried on crying.

'Oh? So you don't love me enough to want me to survive?

'I do!' Y/N was smiling sweetly down at Yurio the whole time, and her expression didn't change. He paused for many moments until he looked up at her, still close to her chest with shimmering orbs. He looked so vulnerable, almost like a five year old begging for food.

'I love you too, my li'l cinnamon roll.' She kissed his forehead. 'Now go on, cry it all out, I'm here.' He obeyed, shaking silently in Y/N's cuddle. She just smiled ever so sweetly and rubbed his forehead.

'He knows you love him, I'm sure he never meant any of it, trust me. Don't worry about it Baby, it'll all be fine in the e-'

'Don't go-' his grip around Y/N's waist grew much tighter. His desperation through the interruption seemed burning.

'I'm not going anywhere. If you're sleeping in I'm sleeping in too. Got that?' Yurio just tightened his grip further. That was the answer she needed, apparently.

'Now get some sleep. I love you, lllloads!' And with that, she kissed his forehead passionately - hard but not intense or desirable. Something like a-
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUAH! And cuddled him close, grooming his accessible locks. Yurio made himself comfortable and his eyes gradually began to flicker. He slowly fell asleep.