My Li'l Cinnamon Roll | Yuri Plisetsky X Reader

The Banquet

'Yuri-chan! Could you grab the bag on the bed for me?'

Yurio ran off to the room and hopped to the source of the noise - seeing a woman he had never seen before. She was wearing an attractive crimson mini-dress, which stopped mid-neck and was embroidered with delicate, velvet flowers. 

'You don't look bad in red~'

'You don't look bad in purple~' They smirked at each other, admiring their clothes. Yurio was wearing a purple tux, accompanied by a tie of the same shade. 

'Shall I do your hair for you? Trust me, you'll love it.' He nodded, and walked over to her. Y/N pulled out a small pack of black hairbands and got to work, braiding strands of his blonde hair faster than even Yurio could. Once she was done, Yurio gawked at himself in the mirror.

'What? Don't you like it?'

'HOLY SHIT THIS IS GOING ON INSTAGRAM!' Yurio got her too take a quick picture,

I will have a seperate chapter just for their looks, don't worry if you can't visualise anything :P

, while she laughed at his reaction. Then Y/N got going with her own hair, whipping it up into a classy bun with using a strangely small amount of bobby pins. Next, she wore a light layer of powder and a nude coloured lipstick, ensuring she didn't overwork it. She added shimmer for a finishing touch - Y/N never really liked makeup and found it unattractive, even if she was going to a special occasion.

Now that her face was all done, she went off and put on all her jewellery (which were again, relatively simple) and grabbed her heels. Once she was ready, Yurio couldn't recognise her. She was quite a tomboy, but - when the time came - could be quite elegant. The two hopped into a the car and went off to the venue, meeting some unexpected surprises.

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First Yurio and Y/N met up with Phichit, Chris, Michelle, Sara, Guang-Hong, Seung-gil and some others they knew well. Of course they left JJ to a side - he was presumably somewhere flirting with his soon-to-be wife. After a whole load of speeches were selfies and dirty gay jokes, like 'PHICHIT IS AS STRAIGHT AS A CIRCLE!' and soon the two became hungry. They made there way to the snack table and came back with drinks in hand, but were instead confronted by an unpleasant surprise.

'If it isn't Yura? How's my favourite little kitty doing? Oh?! And her girlfriend! THAT MAKES THE KITTY A LESBIAN!'

'SHUT UP, ASSHOLE!'

'Tut tut, kitty has bad temper!' Squealed Isabella from JJ's side, caressing his chest in a 'my strong, handsome husband' type of way. 

Then Isabella starting speaking to Y/N. 'So? Interested in this brat, after all? JJ, honey, you should've seen the way I defended your honour on Instagram! But of course Yurio became quite aggresive-'

Multiple things happened at once - JJ had hurled a hand at Yurio, but missed miserably after Y/N had kicked JJ in the balls. Next, she was going to get Isabella back.

'So you were the one spamming me with that JJ shit?'

'Tut tut, darling, language!'

Yurio was already muttering, making his way back to their table beforehe realised Y/N was still behind.

'Vkusno! Comm 'ere!'

'Coming!' For good luck, she turned and chucked the contents of her glass straight onto Isabella, who was left gaping in her soaked formal wear. As Y/N skipped over to Yurio, she smiled a cheeky grin and stuck her tongue out.

'Did you actually-'

'Yup. It was grape juice, so I think I did a great job.' Yurio elbowed her in the belly as she broke out into laughter, sitting down next to him.

'I think maybe we should go a little early...'

'Nah, JJ knows not to mess with you.' Y/N smiled, before opening her clutch and pulling out their phones. She handed Yurio his (who had given it to her for safekeeping) and turned on her own. They took a few selfies with their own phones, before just scrolling through Instagram and liking quirky stuff. Y/N soon became tired with the whole formal thing, so took off all her jewellery and undid her hair, soon washing off the little makeup which was on her face. Sure Yurio found her pretty both ways, but he much preferred the tomboy side of his girlfriend. He would hate to imagine himself with someone awake from 2 am in an effort to get the perfect look. 

To keep the hair out of her eyes, Y/N took a hairband and tied it back, leaving her long, wavy hair dangling down her back. Chris was already 'ooing' and 'aaing', but the two ignored him.

'...D-do you have to tie it up?'

'It bothers me to leave it in my face. Why?' Yurio was blushing slightly.

'I- I like it better when you leave it open...'

Y/N smiled, reaching a hand over to Yurio.

'And you? Doesn't it get annoying when the hair is in your face?' She pushed his fringe behind his ear, causing him to blush a lot more than he was just moments ago. Yurio backed away in embarrassment, knowing that many eyes had fallen onto them.

Little did he know, Y/N was, actually, undoing her hair. She left it open, just the way he had wanted it, before standing up.

'Shall we?'

At first, Yurio had no idea what she was talking about, then noticed that she was indicating the nearby corridor and stood up. Unaware of their holding hands, the pair walked off into the corridor and shut the door firmly behind them.

Once they were sure no one was watching, Yurio had begun firing a few questions.

'So... Is Yakov gonna be your coach?'

'I guess? I really don't know what'll happen. I'm just relieved I won't have to wait another five years to see you again.' She rolled her eyes and looked at Yurio, comparing him to the boy she knew before.

'Your hair definitely grew out, that's for sure. I remember that stupid haircut you used to have, HA!'

'Urusai! It wasn't stupid.' Pouted Yurio next to her, crossing his arms.

'Just kidding, I honestly found it pretty cute.' She patted him on the head, planting a kiss on his cheek. 

'Dang, though, your skin is so soft.'

'Hmm? It isn't, really...' Yurio rubbed a hand across his face, realising it was pretty smooth. He reached over to Y/N's face and did the same, unaware of how strange it looked from someone else's view.

'Your skin isn't bad.' He then unknowingly moved his hand over to her long hair, brushing a hand through it. 'Most russians I know don't have brown hair.'

'Oh, I think it came from aunt. She's a Kazakh, don't ask.'

'You mean Irina?'

'Yeah, Irina and her mom..... Uh- Yuri? What are you doing?'

'Shmouww Softttt!'  Yurio had buried his entire face in her hair, standing from behind and wrapping his arms tightly around her midriff. 

'I think it's best we go back...' She giggled, unable to detach the Yuri Plisetsky from her arm. Y/N went off to Phichit and told him they'd get going, trying to hide Yurio in the process. Once into a taxi, Yurio was still clinging onto Y/N.

'Jeez, Yuri Plisetsky's version of being turned on is a whoooole  different story.'

'SHUT UP, I'M NOT TURNED ON!'

'Sure you aren't.' She replied sarcastically, kissing him affectionately on the lips. 'Now sleep, we've got a flight tomorrow.'

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OH MY BLOODY GOD, I'M IN LOVE WITH THIS CHAPTER! 💖💖💖

Lol ok tata my fandom, next chap will be their looks ;)