"Yuri!!" You screech with roaring fans, proud to be wearing the signature cat ears. You wave your sign in the air in hopes that your idol, Yuri Plisetsky.

The admired Russian figure skater stares at his wave of followers with disgust, sticking his tongue out with a brooding expression.

If it weren't for Lilia, Yuri may have sucessfully escaped his entorage of crazed fans. But of course, fanservice is a must and Yuri begrudgidly allows his fans to take photo after photo with him.

Come your turn for a photo, Yuri has had enough of the service he's handed out.

"Why are you even part of the club?" He snaps irritably. You pay his attitude no mind, just smiling with the fact that he's so close to you.

Once snapping a selfie with the figure skating beauty, you turn to him and bow.

"Thank you for the opportunity." You tell him. Yuri pauses for a moment, albeit surprised that a fan of his isn't a wild dog; despite the sign and cat ears he saw on you previously.

"Oh, and to answer your question..." You trail off when another fan has snuggled close to him. "It's because we're a family who support both each other and you."

With that, you've gone to your seat in the audience, anticipating Yuri Plisetsky's program with earnest.

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one year later

"Wait, no, c'mon can we take a moment?" You choke out, holding up your arms with your phone in hand.

On it are hundreds of photos in the (Yuri Angels) album. It's cringeworthy to look at, but Yuri doesn't mind it one bit.

If anything, he finds it interesting to scope through.

"Let me see it, (f/n). It can't be that bad." He scoffs, making a grab for your phone. You stand from the couch, hand high in the air in an attempts to keep the embarassing photos away.

"No. Get away. I'm a victim." You joke. Yuri scoffs before tugging your wrist, sucessfully bringing you down for a quick kiss.

In that moment the sneaky little cat snatches your phone. He's quick to scroll through the photos, a rare smile gracing his lips.

You sigh with defeat, crawling into his lap to view the photos from the past three years.

"So you were a member for how long?" Yuri questions, thumb swiping left.

"You better not laugh or I'm breaking out the cat ears."

Yuri chokes, "Dear god no." He wrinkles his face with disgust at the memory of his and your dark past.

You chortle with laughter and Yuri's smile seems to grow.

Wiping a fake tear, you answer, "Three years." You press a kiss to his cheek. "I've loved you for three years."

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this was just an on the fly idea that i had. please dont hurt me thank you