Hey there! I saw your list of animes and I had to request a fluffy Yuri Plisetsky with his fem s/o after an arguement! Good luck with your new blog! ❤❤

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Thank you for requesting!! I had fun writing this out and super excited that you requested a Yuri on Ice character XD Truly saved 2016 [Admin A]

Yuri Plisetsky was a very angry person, but he hated bringing those feelings into your relationship. You were very grateful for that.

“Yurochka, how are you feeling today?” You asked, draping your arms around his shoulders as Yuri was unlacing his skates. He grunted, his fingers faltering.

“I’m sore and hungry.” Yuri complained, shrugging you off.

“Do you want to go out for some food? You were practicing for awhile.” You commented.

“I’m surprised you noticed.” Yuri scoffed, putting his skates away.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You didn’t understand why Yuri was was so upset with you.

“If you don’t get it, that’s your problem.” Yuri huffed. He was about to leave when you grabbed his arm.

“Being passive aggressive isn’t going to make me understand better, Yuri!” You exclaimed. “I’m patient with your shit attitude most of the time, but if you’re going to be mad at me, at least explain yourself.”

“You want me to explain myself? Then what the hell is this about?” Yuri shoved his phone in your face. You stepped back, taking a look at what he was trying to show you.  It was a picture on a social media site of you and Yuuri Katsuki chatting at an ice rink.

“He just asked if I could help him with a playlist. You know music is my specialty.” You sighed.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Yuri growled, obviously hurt by how you tip-toed around him to meet with the other Yuuri.

“Because it wasn’t important! Why are you getting so worked up about this. Yuri? You know I’m dating you and would never leave you or be a “cohort” to the enemy.” You crossed your arms.

“Nevermind. I’m going.” Yuri grumbled, pushing passed you to get out of the ice rink’s locker room.

“Yuri, we share an apartment! With Otabek!” You exclaimed, seeing Yuri get flustered and leave angrily. You sighed, deciding that some space is what Yuri really needed to cool off. You went back to your apartment immediately, surprised when you saw Yuri there.

“Can we talk about this?” You asked. Yuri glared at you, going on with his own business. “Really? The silent treatment? It was one argument.” You crossed your arms, annoyed now. Yuri ignored you and sat down at the table with his meal. Otabek was looking between the two of you, painfully aware of the tension in the room. You groaned, leaving to go to the bedroom, not letting Yuri steal the bed from you that night.

“Is this your first fight?” Otabek asked Yuri, who glared in return.

“It was her fault.” Yuri shook his head. Otabek shrugged, not wanting to get in on this.

The next couple of days were the worst you had experienced. Both you and Yuri ignored each other, even though both of you were getting tired of this. Yuri wanted you back to being his girlfriend and the main chef of the apartment. He would rather die than admit he liked sleeping beside you, but he did. You wanted to go back to normal, having a less angry Yuri to bounce ideas and conversations off of.

You were sitting on the couch, reading when Yuri came home from his skating practice. He dropped his bag on the floor and walked over to stand in front of you. He stared at you until you looked up from your book.

“I.  .  .” Yuri never apologized for his behavior and he didn’t feel like he should.

“Accept your apology.” Both of you said at the same time, catching each other off guard. You were both annoyed, but you bit your tongue to stop from saying anything that’d start a new argument.

“I should have told you that I went to the rink with Yuuri.” You sighed.

“You should have.” Yuri agreed, arms crossed. You coughed, staring at him intently. He sighed, letting his arms dropped. “I shouldn’t have flipped out.” He mumbled.

“I forgive you. Peace?” You offered your hand.

“Peace.” Yuri sighed, taking your hand in his own. He sat on the couch with you, looking over your shoulder at the book you were reading.

“Mikhail Bulgakov? I didn’t know you read Russian.” Yuri leaned on your shoulder, instinctively curling up to you.

“I don’t. You said it’d be easier if I knew a little more about your home country, so I’m reading some of its books.” You explained, showing him the copy in your native language that you were going back and forth between. Yuri wrapped an arm around your shoulder, leaning in.

“I could read it to you.” Yuri offered, looking off to the side as if it wasn’t a big deal. You smiled, happy he was back to his normal self.

“I’d like that.” You passed him the book. Yuri leaned back against the opposite arm rest and let you lay in his lap, head against his chest.

“Russian or English?” He asked.

“Russian.”

“You won’t understand a word I’m saying.” Yuri exclaimed.

“But I like the sound of your voice, so I can’t complain.” You admitted, causing Yuri to blush as he began to read the book in his native tongue, happy to have you close to him again.