Yuri on Ice (Various x Reader)

Yuri Plisetsky {Sick days}

You groaned sluggishly as you pulled the blankets tighter around your body.
"It's so cold," You shivered.

Due to the constantly sitting in a cold skating rink and helping your boyfriend with his skating practice, you seem to have gotten a fever.

Your nose was stuffed and running, your throat hurt, you were freezing cold, and to top it all off you were nauseous.

Lazily dropping your hand onto the nightstand, you blindly searched around for your phone. You picked it up but hesitated to open it. You had considered calling your boyfriend. But knowing Yuri, he was probably too busy skating.

With a heavy sigh you opened your phone, deciding to give it a shot anyway. You dialed his number and held the device to your ear.

One ring...

Two rings...

Three rings...

"...what?" You heard his quiet grunt and couldn't help but smile.

"Hey," you croaked as a sudden chill went up your spine, "Are you busy?" You asked, hoping you didn't sound too clingy.

There was a pause as you heard a whistle in the background and heard Yuri sigh in annoyance.

"Yeah, I'm at practice. Why?" He replied shortly.

"...oh." You sighed in disappointment, "Never mind then."

You could almost sense the frown on his face deepen.

"(y/n)."

You swallowed the nervous lump in your throat, "Yeah?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you want to know if I was busy? Did you need something?" He asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

You started to cough violently.

"(y/n), are you sick?" Yuri asked. His voice was much softer now.

"I caught a bad cold and...y'know...kinda wanted you here if you didn't mind." Your voice got smaller and smaller as you thought about just how childish and clingy you sounded.

"...(y/n)," he started.

"Y'know what," you blurted suddenly, "N-never mind! This was stupid! Sorry to bother you!"

"Wait! (y/n)-!"

You hung up the phone feeling your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"I'm so stupid!" You groaned and pulled the covers over your head.

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"(y/n)! (y/n), wake up."
You groaned as you were somewhat roughly shaken awake. With a minute of muffled whining into the pillows you lazily turned your head upwards to glare at the intruder.

Your face flamed bright red at the sight of your boyfriend... and a small teacup. You had to fight down a smile. Seeing your boyfriend carrying one of the cutest damn teacups in your home just sent you into silent peals of glee.

"Drink this." He said quietly and handed you the teacup.

Saying a quiet thank you, you sipped the drink and savoured the warmth it brought. "Thank you." You smiled gratefully.

Yuri shrugged indifferently but eventually sighed and put his palm against your forehead and waited. His eyes widened at the temperature.

"Oi, you really are sick." Yuri mumbled and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah..." You quietly agreed and pulled the covers tighter over your body.

Awkward silence filled the air for a moment or two until Yuri cleared his throat.

"It's too cold in here," he coughed and picked you up bridal style blankets and all, "It's warmer in the living room."

You couldn't help but snuggle into his warm chest as he carried you out into the living room where it was indeed a lot warmer.

He sat down on the couch with your head propped up on the pillow he set in his lap. You situated yourself comfortably on the cushions as he ran his fingers through your hair, something both of you silently enjoyed.

"(y/n)?"

"Hm, yeah?"

"Sorry... I um... I'm not really good at taking care of people," He confessed with an embarrassed grumble.

Sitting up you kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you Yuri." You smiled brightly.

He blushed and turned away so you wouldn't see.

"It's kinda my fault that you're sick," he mumbled, "what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't take care of you?"

You rolled your eyes and reached up to poke his cheek.

"It's fine Yuri," You replied sweetly. You sneezed and realized how much your throat hurt.

"My throat isn't always sore, but when it is I swallow every couple of seconds to make sure it still hurts," you whined.

Yuri chuckled, "Do you want anything?"

"Well now that you ask, chicken noodle soup would be great," you beamed.

Yuri glared at you, but after a bit of silent begging your boyfriend got up to make you your soup.

While he would never admit it, he enjoying babying you. Even if he seemed like a delinquent, he would always have a soft side for his girlfriend

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Yuuri Katsuki

Published- 10/10/16