Awww, this is such a cute prompt! I sometimes don’t know what I like more: Yurio being super excited about winning, or Yurio being chill about it because he knew he was going to win. Either way, I’m proud of our smol son :3 I completed a request similar to this one with Otabek, and that can be read here. I hope you enjoy, and thank you for the request ❤
You sit in your chair behind the sea of photographers and reporters, craning your neck just to get a glimpse of your boyfriend—the skater who just broke Viktor Nikiforov’s five-year winning streak. You haven’t really had the chance to properly congratulate Yuri yet, since he was basically bombarded with reporters, his coach, and the other skaters—not to mention the medal presentation ceremony was almost immediately after he found out he won. Now this press conference is becoming a bit long, and you’re getting antsy waiting to tell your boyfriend how proud you are with a kiss to his cheek.
You rest your head in your hand with your elbow against your knee and pout, just wanting to spend the rest of the evening with Yuri. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to relax at the thought of spending the night in Barcelona with Yuri. You’ll greet him with a hug and a deep, passionate kiss to the lips as a congratulation for winning the Grand Prix Final, then take him out for a stroll on the streets; your stomach growls when you think about taking him to an expensive restaurant for a late dinner and dessert.
“Hey, (Y/N), wake up.” The familiar voice causes you to jump. “It’s time to go.”
Your eyes snap open, and you see Yuri wearing his warm up jacket and standing in front of you. You’re suddenly very aware of the layer of sweat on your body and how heavy your eyelids feel. You blink a few times to try to shake off the drowsiness and to clear your head from the confused fog that’s come over you.
“Yuri?” you say, but your voice sounds a bit raspy. “What—“
“You feel asleep during the conference, kitten,” he sighs, offering you a hand to stand up. You take it, feeling a bit wobbly on your feet. You look around and see that everyone is gone. All of the people in the room had left, leaving you and Yuri alone. “All anyone cared about was me winning as my debut in the senior division. Like was it that much of a damn surprise? I fucking won that medal because I’m good; that’s no secret.”
It takes a moment, but it hits you that you still haven’t congratulated Yuri properly. “Yuri, you won!” It scares him when you yell, but excitement takes over you as you throw your arms around his neck. He loses his balance and you tackle him to the ground with your hug. “I’m so proud of you, Yuri!” You lean down and plant the movie-worthy kiss you’ve been waiting for on his lips.
“(Y/N), what the fuck—“ Yuri fights you at first, but he soon wraps his arms around your waist and kisses you back.
Your makeup session lasts a bit, but Yuri fears someone will walk in and witness your display of affection. After you both stand up, you tuck Yuri’s hair behind his ear with a big smile on your face.
“Let’s go celebrate!” you say, grabbing your boyfriend’s hands and squeezing them. Your face feels tight from smiling so much, but you can’t help yourself. “Anything you have in mind?”
“Let’s start with dinner,” Yuri mutters, beginning to guide you from the building and into the streets of Barcelona. “I’m fucking starving.”
Scenario please! Yurio + S/O reacting to Yurio winning gold? Thanks!
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