My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

Fun and Games

Y/N instantly felt the need to wake up. She just couldn't get any rest, and decided it was her phone hour. As cautiously as possible, she lifted herself up as to not wake Yurio. Unfortunately, she failed.

As soon as she sat herself up, he grabbed her wrist. 'No leaving.' Pouted Yurio.

I'm not going anywhere, Cinnamon roll. Now get some rest.

'Uh un!' He shook his head and sat up, insisting that he'd be awake when he fell asleep at 3:00 after a good ol' cry. Y/N understood, so let him do as he pleased.

After a few monotonous moments of scrolling around on Insta, she noticed Yurio flickering his eyes and yawning (irresistibly adorable.) She sat cross legged, placing a pillow on her lap and looking to him.

Yurio just stared at the pillow blankly for a few seconds - before plonking his head straight onto her lap and shutting his eyes with a single yawn.

Y/N giggled sweetly at him, ruffling through his hair. Every now and then Yurio would shift around on her, rubbing his long  hair all over the place. She had to move the hair to stop it from annoying him, but to her it was more if a pleasure.

Every few minutes she would stop to reply to a text or comment, but Yurio would pull her hand and mumble, 'More.' Like he was begging. He's too irresistibly cuuuuuute!

After a great, relaxing hair-ruffling Yurio had retained his sleepiness, so dozed off and breathed sweetly, curling up into a small ball. Y/N rubbed his back and his head knowing he still felt bad about his grandpa, and decided tidat would be a great day for them. She just had to wait until he got up.
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Yurio had finally woken up and gotten out of bed. Y/N seemed to be following him everywhere, she even went and brushed her teeth right next to him. After they were 'ready', she stood up as if she were to make a brand announcement.

'The snow was really heavy last night! Who opts for a snow ball fight?'

'Oooh! Me! Meeeeee!' Yelled Viktor, jumping about and sticking Yuuri's hand up in the air.

'Uhh- I guess that sounds like a good suggestion?'

'Hmpph. I- p I'm not sure I want to...' she frowned at Yurio's reply and bent down close to him, wrapping her arms around him.

'Trust me. You'll love it.' And with that, everyone got into their winter clothes and jumped out into the snow.

'Let's have a snowball fight! Me and Yuuri against you twoooooooo!'

'You just asked for hell!' Y/N, being the all competitive teen she was, grabbed a snowball and chucked it straight at Viktor - spoiling his charming face.

'Now you shall pay! Yuuri, snowball shower!' Team Viktuuri were now two in the lead. But Yurio wasn't going to let that happen.

'Hey, piggy!' As soon as Yuuri turned around, he flung a snowball straight towards his face.

'You just got oooowwwned!' Yurio laughed, jumping up and spudding Y/N in victory. By the end, Team Viktuuri were failing miserably by 26 points, Team Cinnamon Kitty-Cats (recommended by Y/N, of course) by far in the lead. Yuuri, however, ended up catching a cold; the poor thing - Viktor decided to take him inside for the day. Y/N was helping him in, leaving Yurio in the snow. When she came back, she was shocked at what she found.

Yuri Plisetsky, the apparent 'Russian Punk', revelling in just pure snow. He sat on the ground, making a mini mountain of snow and crushing it. He flung himself back onto the powder white pillow, smiling what almost seemed like relief he awaited for many years. He lay there in the snow, breathing softly as his chest rose and fell. A smile was still plastered across his face.