Yuri "Yurio" Plisetsky (Юрий Плисецкий) (
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[After a series of texts early that day, Yuri spent the rest of his morning trying valiantly to figure out how to hide his name from the network. There was a very serious matter he needed to ask about, and he didn't want to think of the consequences he'd face if anyone knew he was the one asking.]
What the hell are you supposed to do on a date? A first date if that matters. Something like that has to be special, doesn't it? So...what do people expect? Do you have to dress up? How do you know who pays for everything?
I really don't know anything about this junk so I'll take any advice people have got.
[Viktor would never let him hear the end of this if he knew.]
What the hell are you supposed to do on a date? A first date if that matters. Something like that has to be special, doesn't it? So...what do people expect? Do you have to dress up? How do you know who pays for everything?
I really don't know anything about this junk so I'll take any advice people have got.
[Viktor would never let him hear the end of this if he knew.]
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I... [What? What was he supposed to say now? There's no way he can match the force of that confession. He's not even sure it would be honest if he did manage to.] I—I don't know if I— I mean, I like you! A lot, but I'm... [He gestures helplessly, the look on his face wavering towards a helpless smile that's more panic than it is hope. He was so hopelessly unprepared for this.]
I don't...know what that means. —How I feel. I'm trying to figure it out now! [Now that he's recognized it for the crush that it is all of five minutes ago. He, unfortunately, does not have the benefit of having had weeks or even days to examine his feelings and grow to understand them, but, honestly, it would not have helped much even if he had.] But I have to figure it out with Otabek too, and I don't know if...I didn't know you—! I didn't even know he—! Not until today! So I'm—sorry?
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The stunned, stuttering half-response might have discouraged him, but it's too endearing to bring him anything but a smile. Yuri expresses himself in other ways, he knows this by now, and that he hasn't bolted for the door or even pulled away is justification enough for the feeling of unbearable weight being lifted from his shoulders. It's out, it can't be taken back or rearranged, and it could have been sweeter or smoother but it is what it is, honest and direct. ]
That's alright, Yuri. I won't ask you to return my feelings in full. I have burdened you with enough as it is.
[ He looks up at him, almost shyly, not at all sure what to say or what to do next. It's not like Yusuke planned for this. Without realizing it, he grips Yuri's hand tighter, weaving their fingers together as he tucks his hair out of his face. He wants to see Yuri perfectly clearly. ]
Just...tell me if there's a chance. That would be enough.
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He closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on his own breathing and the soothing warmth of Yusuke's hand. It's fine—more or less. Yusuke hasn't been upset with any of his awkward stammering yet. That thought gives him the confidence to meet Yusuke's gaze when he opens his eyes again, nervous and unsure as he is.]
I need to talk to Otabek first.
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His mouth feels like a desert, and he swallows hard before speaking again. The urge to look away and scare off is pulling at him, but Yusuke resists, especially now that he can feel Yuri's eyes on him. He needs him to know that he's serious about this, he wouldn't have said anyway. ]
...of course. That would only be fair. Don't cancel your plans because of me. Just don't forget I'm here, either.
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You idiot. There's no way I'm going to forget about you! [As if to emphasize his point, he gives Yusuke's hand a sharp squeeze and jabs him roughly in the chest with the pointed finger of his free hand.] We're friends! No matter what happens with all this other...stuff!
[There's a pause, and he adds with a little more hesitation.] Right?
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Of course. Considering everything that's happened, I would say you're stuck with me no matter what.
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Good.
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[ Yusuke makes a similar sound, letting out a breath of air it feels like he's been holding onto for ages. ]
I'm glad you came. It feels good to have it off my chest. But... [ but what now? ] What will you tell him?
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I have no idea.
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Well, that isn't good.
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Don't laugh! I know it's not good. It's—ugh!! [He scrubs his hands up over his face and pushes his hair back, staring incredulously at nothing in particular.] I've fallen into a fucking soap opera!
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[ He can say a lot of stupid things to try and relieve tension. Here's another. ]
At least the other person who has feelings for you has good intentions. I assume. He'd better. There's an obsessive, manipulative alcoholic out there angry with me for not returning his affection. So...it could be worse. I don't know if that helps.
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There's a what angry with you? What the fuck— Who the fuck is he? He doesn't get a say in whether or not you like him! Or if you like anyone at all! He can fuck off!
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I've tried telling him so, in gentler words. I don't think he's a danger to anyone but himself.
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But he keeps bothering you?
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