Still don't know if I'm going to publish this but okaayy~

Note: Emily likes romance shit. A lot. A lot.

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Reader
Word Count: 1178
Other: Warning- swearing, (N/N) - nickname, (Y/N) - your name

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"Pfft, we won't break up anytime soon."

"Neither of us has the heart to do it."

Those lines played over and over again in my head, twisting and turning my stomach as my hand reached the door knob.

I heard the noise. I knew what to expect.

He would be busy with some other girl, grunting and groaning as they did the dirty in what we had called our home. I twisted the knob, making a little click sound as the door opened.

It. . .

wasn't what I expecte--

"You're gay?" my words came out in a choppy jumble, I didn't know what I was saying.

"I'm bisexual, but yes, technically I am."

He turned back to me with such a nonchalant expression, like he already knew this was going to happen. "Surprise?"

Tears didn't rise to my eyes. My throat dried and I was speechless for a moment.

But just for a moment.

I watched as he cleaned himself and his partner up, putting on their clothes. I wasn't uncomfortable or anything, I'd seen him naked before and the other man wasn't all too showy once I had entered the room.

And then he grinned at me. "I was hinting that I didn't," he coughed, "y'know,"

"Yeah, you aren't as straight as you seem."

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the other man attempting to leave. I nodded my head; somehow still okay with this.

Maybe it was just a friendship.

Like a... really close friendship.

Friends who kissed each other and made jokes about fucking and had sex not two minutes after that joke.

Little did I know, I would be sobbing the rest of the night.

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Yuri Plisetsky, my right hand man, had arrived the morning after.

"You're okay?" he asked.

I nodded.

"You're sure?"

Another nod.

"You're not okay."

Furious bobbing of the head.

I kinda leaned forwards a bit, drowsily but quick enough to seem normal. I remember tears pooling in my eyes again, then collapsing into his arms.

When I woke up, it was 12:43 PM and the first thing I saw was bright green. A bright, forest green that could only be Yuri's eyes.

     "Moron," was his first word to me. He sneered in that same Yurio manner, and I smiled at that. "should've been with me instead."

He mumbled the last part to himself, so I pretended like I didn't hear.

A year ago, I had been asked out by two different people. Mister cheated-on-me-for-another-boy, and Yuri. Despite my choice, Yuri and I stayed friends.

He respected my decision and often cracked jokes about how he would walk me down the aisle.

(ugh this is really bad but i'mma write more anyway)

I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew I wasn't mentally stable. I'd climbed onto him, wrapping my arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground.

     "I should've."

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I spent the next few weeks sitting in Yuri's apartment. It was a win-win deal, with him going out for practice and leaving me to wreak havoc upon the guest room, and we would alternate going out for food or making it.

     "Do you want to come with me?" He asked one day, out of the blue.

I looked up from my phone. "Uh," I blinked a few times and did my best to avoid his piercing glare.

     "It's a yes or no question," he growled and leaned against the doorway.

     "Maybe?"

     "Yes or no," Yuri scowled.

     "Or."

I smirked at his expression. Of course, I knew he wanted to slap me, but I did it anyway. He groaned and I got up, slipping a cardigan on over my tank top— yes, I wear tank tops in mid January, and no, I don't regret it.

Looking down at my bright pink leggings, I shrugged and brushed past Yurio to get my jacket. (ok sure,,,) Our shoulders bumped, and, for a moment, just a tiny moment, there was a spark. And I knew he felt it too, because his eyes widened for an almost unnoticed millisecond. He muttered "Brat," and followed behind me.

It wasn't too long of a walk, I'd realized that when I passed a building I had seen all too many times. A few meters away was a large gray building: inside was where Yuri trained.

The instructress, supposedly Yakov's ex wife, was a strict looking woman with dark hair and sharp eyes. Her face was long and caked with makeup. Her name was somewhere along the lines of Lily. Lillia, maybe. Yeah, Lillia.

     "You brought a girl?" Were the first words I heard from her. She looked down at my attire in disgust.

Yuri visibly tensed. "She won't be a distraction."

       "She better not be," Lillia mumbled before strutting away. "Yuratchka."

And he followed behind her, taking off his sweatshirt in the process.

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      "I didn't know you were a ballerina." I smiled.

Blondie landed a firm slap on the back of my head, and I whined.

     "Why are you even doing this?" I prodded.

     "Yuuri Katsuki."

     "What about hi– ohh,"

     "Yeah."

His voice softened for a second.

The two of us walked in silence for the remainder of the time, and stopped at a café. We ordered coffee, then sat down at a table outside.

Cliché, right? Don't worry, it gets even worse.

     "(Y/N), why don't you skate anymore?"

I felt a pang of guilt. I'd stopped because I feared getting better than him.

     "Just wasn't up for it, I guess." I sipped my coffee and averted his gaze.

     "You were so good, though..."

And that's why I stopped.

     "I dunno, I kinda just... dropped out of it." lying to Yuri felt weird. "I've probably forgotten how to do a toe loop by now," I let out a forced laugh.

     "You're not going to do any other activity?"

I made eye contact. Shit.

It was quiet for a while.

      "Hey, it's... getting dark." I stood, pushing in my chair and discarding the empty cup. "Let's go home."

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We took turns showering, then off to bed it was. I had my hair pinned up and finished dinner, (instant ramen or leftover takeout, your choice.) making my way to the guest room.

     "(Y/N), are we ever going to discuss what's going on between us or—"

I bit my lip and shook my head. My hand rested on the door knob, heart fluttering. "You don't like me do you?"

      "I've loved you since day one."

Breath quickening, I dared to turn back. "You're serious?"

      "Goddamnit, (N/N)—"

He sat up tersely, and looked at me for a second, and before I could speak, he— oh.

Oh.

In a matter of three seconds, Yuri Plisetsky had me pushed up against a wall and was kissing me like mad.

      "Straight to the point as always." I grinned. His face reddened, causing my grin to grow wider.

      "Whatever."

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BONUS:

[Tiger] I can see you on Instagram.

[Y/N] aaaand?

[Tiger] Go to sleep, it's 1:34.

[Y/N] u go to sleep !!

[Tiger] Only after you do

[Y/N] Fine...

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author's note:
      this was terrible and horrible but i enjoyed it because i haven't written on wattpad in like a year.

k bye