#plisetskyxreader

this boy loves cats, doesn’t really bother hiding it either

if he really wanted to, he’d probs avoid wearing so many cat prints in daily life

but really, in this moment, he questions why

when he came home from practice today, he only expected to finish the night by watching some videos on his laptop and laying with Potya

it was when you came by that everything that night kind of turned upside down

‘hey yuri, i’m coming by w some food for you! see you soon bb <3′

that was the text he received from you before a knock on the door was heard

he got up (reluctantly) and got to the door and the image made him freeze

like, yeah, it was cute, and he was glad that you had surprised him with food, but-

why tf did you have a speckled cat in your arms as well? 

“uh, why do you have a cat?” 

“huh? oh! i found this cat on the side of the road, and it seemed to be cold and hungry, so i took it home.”

cue the pause

“why is it here right now, though?”

“i was told that we can’t keep the cat at my home, so i thought i’d ask yo to watch the little thing.” 

cue another pause

“come inside, idiot.”

thus, you do - cat, food, and all. 

he’s still staring at the cat

and he does think it’s adorable

but still - why? 

you enter and set the food down on a nearby counter, and reposition the cat in your arms

“can i set her down? would you mind it?”

“ah-” 

yet another pause 

(and no, i won’t stop) 

“yeah”

you put the cat on the floor by your feet, and it strays behind your feet, observing the scenery behind you 

he entered the kitchen, and watched the scene in front of him

you were watching the cat with a gentle look on your face, and the small animal was making figure 8s between your legs, watching and learning about the new environment

it was so domestic

and he couldn’t look away from it

you took notice, of course, and could have sworn there were literal hearts in his eyes. 

“how are those heart eyes, baaby?” 

that was what broke him.

that word. 

that...pet name.

baby. 

“what the hell was that for?”

you ugly laughed, snorting and all, and proceeded to crouch down to pet the speckled feline. 

“you had heart eyes - i couldn’t help it!” 

his already red cheeks only got redder

“whatever...”

“anyway, i don’t know what to name her. if you can even take her in. is that alright, Yuri?”

he looked away from the scene (you were petting the cat - yay domesticity!) and huffed

the imagery of you and the cat, and that look in your eyes, and the hopefulness in them - all of it was too cute

with all that in mind, how could he say no?

“yeah, yeah, whatever.” 

you looked at him from your crouched position, seeing his red face and the pout

you laughed yet again, getting up and giving him a tight hug

(you just love to make the boy short circuit, don’t you?) 

he scrambled to get away from you as soon as you did it, but death grips exist

you let go of him after about a minute or two of ‘thank you’s and ‘i owe you’s

following that, the two of you settled and ate the food you brought over

the rest of the night, Yuri eyed the new cat

the cat noticed and jumped on his lap, though

Potya sat on your lap across the table, and you had a perfect view of the new addition nuzzling their head into Yuri’s hand

after actually concluding that the new environment isn’t absolutely horrible, of course. 

it was your turn to have heart eyes, though Yuri was too caught up in the soft fur to notice your gaze on the image

“Yelena.”

“huh.”

“did you name the damn cat yet?”

“um...no, not...yet...”

“Yelena, then.”

you raised an eyebrow at his statement, watching as he continued to let the small cat nuzzle his hand.

“yeah, Yelena.”

from that day forward, Potya and Yelena were there to keep Yuri company

sometimes you came along and spent time with him and the cats.

when you weren’t there, though, crazy stuff happened. 

at one point, Yelena managed to get stuck in a cabinet in the kitchen area

Yuri tried to retrieve her, but just when he was about to catch her, she dived from the upper shelf

she landed just fine, but she landed on Yuri’s chest and he tumbled to the ground clutching her to his chest. 

another time, she had an energy boost

she was running around the house, tackling small things on the ground

even gnawing on some of the shoelaces to his sneakers

(he was annoyed, though they were just shoelaces)

even managed to trip over the edges of the rug and the clothing articles in his room that littered the floor

Yuri was chasing after her, and eventually managed to trip over the clothes on the floor in his room as well

he was lucky to have landed face-first on the pile of his bedsheets, to be frank

Yelena got lost in the mess, though, and he had to look for her

he tried everywhere he could think of but the cat was nowhere to be found

until he felt something slightly heavy land on his back

he fell into the mattress once again.

you never believed him when he told you of these events (and many more), but that cat had your heart

it made him a little jealous, but he was able to get over that since him watching the cat made you happy

i feel like this should be slightly obvious, but Yurio is very passionate about this

hell, he made it a goal to win gold as many times as he can and actively wants to improve

of course he’s passionate

but that also means that he is going to be a stickler for what is done

not just for protection for you, but also for the image that you need to present when skating

with that said, prepare for the chaos

you and Yuri had decided to spend one day together 

he had no practice, you had nothing else to do, so why not, y’know?

you had been around town for a while now, and as the nighttime came by, you realized that it would probably be best to go to someone’s home

so you decided to go to yours

your parents weren’t home, and you knew that Yuri was able to defend himself 

(that, and his fans would bombard him enough if he were to even come across someone trying to attack him)

(still not good, but better)

(either way-) 

when you got to your house, you both stepped inside and set up a video game

typical choice between the two of you, but after the first two rounds of Mario Kart, you both found it boring

something was missing. 

in fact, it may have been the lack of stakes that come with the rounds

but you proposed something that you have been wanting

the chance has finally come! i cannot miss this opportunity! 

“i have an idea, Yuri.”

“what is it? unless you have a way to make this game less boring, don’t say it.”

you laughed at that, but you knew he would have something fun in mind as well

“how about this - if i win best out of three rounds, then you have to teach me how to skate. if you win best out of three, then the decision is up to you.”

and so it began

it was vicious, very much so

so much so that when push came to shove, you actually shoved and pushed him so hard he fell over

multiple times

he was pissed, of course

but you continued playing 

eventually, the rounds were tied

you had won the first one by body-checking Yuri

he had won the second by using an underhanded in-game tactic to throw you off the track so many times that you finished in last. 

and now, the big round

the final one. 

tension was running high, and as the round started, you were both preparing to absolutely destroy the other 

Yuri was going to try the same tactics he used before 

(they secured him a win, why wouldn’t he try and reuse the same tactic when you yourself used a typical one?)

you, on the other hand, had a different plan

and so it begins

(that was dumb, holy shit-) 

either way, the round started and you both had thrown some attacks at the other in-game

and you had managed to overpower him more often than not

he was getting messy due to it

so when you had taken the oh-so-deadly action of kissing his cheek mid-game

he got even more pissed

since that was the final lap, and you had just zoomed into first and won

and he fell so far behind that he finished last. 

still livid, he jumped up and started screaming expletive after expletive 

(i won’t write it cuz if you think what use is bad, this is about 1000x worse - promise you that)

you ugly-laughed at him 

(the sight was pretty funny, after all)

“so, when are you free to teach me?”

“do i have to?”

“a deal’s a deal, yurio”

“don’t ever call me that again!”

now, a week later, here we are

the two of you were already prepared to start

he had you do some stretching before you went on the ice (as this followed after one of his practices) while he did laps around the rink

“can i go on now, yuri?”

he stopped his action and skated to center of the rink

“have you done all the stretches?”

“yeah”

“and gotten the skates on, guards off?”

“mhm!”

“then gimme a second”

and so you did. 

he moved to the center and held his hands out for you to grab

you grabbed his hands and he led you onto the ice

though almost as soon as you were on the ice, you wiped out

he caught you just in time though

“is your balance that shitty?”

“shut up, you said you’d teach me!”

“yeah, yeah...”

you snickered and got up as best as you could

“just help me get it first, babe.”

from then on, comedy ensued

you managed to regain your balance on the ice, and from there, you had to learn how to skate

cuz standing isn’t skating

and you both knew that

what you both didn’t know was that your skills on ice are absolutely atrocious

you had fallen in the most comical ways possible

in fact, one of the falls was one in which your own flexibility was thrown into question

you had fallen in a scorpion position - somehow

it hurt like a bitch, but hey!

Yuri got a laugh and so did you

as he fell over laughing and snorting, he had faceplanted

that made your pain less intense, though he got angry

(it didn’t last long)

either way, after that 

(and a painful fall into the splits)

(yeah, that hurt) 

(but you persisted) 

you had managed to somewhat get the hang of it

and you were introduced to the middle of the rink

during that time, you had been trying to regain your balance

again

and this time, as he tried to help you, the cliche happened

you fell into his chest and you both made contact with the floor

hard

you both grunted, of course

why wouldn’t you? 

but Yuri was the one to push you off and over

it was friendly, i promise :)

you army rolled to his right, as he sat up

“what the hell was that for?”

“what the hell did you throw me off for?”

“you were on top of me!”

“you were supposed to catch me!”

“you weren’t supposed to fall on me!”

“but i fell for you, so where are we now, huh?!”

silence

you both burst out into laughing fits from your spots on the ice and didn’t stop for a good few minutes

(Yuri wouldn’t mention this, but he was actually happy to be laughing for once)

(and he was glad that Mila didn’t come in) 

you tried a few more times after that, though there were a few more falls

and you got the hang of it eventually.

later that night, around 11, you put your skates up for the night

Yuri had done the same, and as you two skated away from the ice and to the entry

the night finished off beautifully

you two shared a small kiss before leaving the rink, and both went your separate ways

to your respective homes.

the lessons continued after that

so did the antics and mess-ups

but you two have finally - 

FINALLY -

found something the two of you could do together that didn’t interfere with a lot of your scheduled events.

E m e r g e n c y R e q u e s t: I think this counts as an emergency request but I’m not sure. Can I get a drabble with Yuri Plisetsky and an anor3xic, self-harm!ng s/o who has some seriously bad issues with her family (specifically her mother (narcissist) and sister (The golden child))? He’s been my comfort character for so long and things have started getting bad at home again. Thank you x

Title: “You’re Beautiful.” 

Genre: very angsty (ie: depressing and triggering), comforting towards the end

Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Fem!Reader

Notes: Okay, so seeing as this is an emergency request, I feel I should preface this by saying that I hope this will get you through. I have personally never dealt with some of what you requested, anon, but I want you to know that it gets better even if it sucks right now (as annoying as it may be to hear/read). I commend you for requesting and trusting me with this - I hope you feel a little better after reading, and that you enjoy this. 

Yuri is also one of my biggest comfort characters as well, and he has helped me come to terms with some of my own problems. I haven’t really found anyone else that has shared a similar sentiment in regards to him. Either way, I hope that he turns out well (characterization-wise) for you. 

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A movie covered the sound of the cell phone ringing from the coffee table in front of the couple. A fluffy leopard print blanket covered the both of you, cuddled together on the couch with your legs interconnected. 

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Still there, it seemed as if only paying attention to the crappy comedy film playing on the TV was the only thing on the mind of (Y/n). Sadly, that thought was soon short-lived. 

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“What the?” raised Yuri, tone curious and a little perturbed. The girl beside him shrugged, bottom lip jutting out as she stared at the (f/c) phone case face down on the floor. 

“It was probably (Friend’s/name). Gimme a second.” She pulled her legs from Yuri’s, proceeding to throw the blanket off her body and reach for the handheld device. With it in her hand, she pressed a button on the side of her phone, and upon seeing the notification in combination with the time, froze. It felt cold, and time almost froze. 

Of course, Yuri noticed the change in his girlfriend’s body language. Frankly, it worried him a lot. He was ready to ask what was going on - he really does care, though it may seem like he doesn’t - but (Y/n) was already flying for her shoes and was halfway out the door in a few seconds flat. 

Yuri ran for the (taller/shorter) girl, but despite his training, even he failed to catch up with her as she seemed to be leaving at breakneck speed. Left in disbelief, his eyebrows furrowed, he retreated inside his home and cleaned up the living area. 

(Y/n) was spotted by half the people in her neighborhood, yet she was still too fast for their questions. Her (long/short) (h/c) hair flew with the wind behind her, and as much as she wished she hadn’t ran, a time crunch was always her worst nightmare. 

By the time half past noon came, she was at her house and panting rapidly. Sweaty palms haunted her senses, and the overwhelming fear that came did nothing to ease her nerves. 

She shuffled through her pockets to find her house keys, finally finding the correct one and quickly unlocking the front door and slamming it shut as she ran inside. With her rapid pace, she made a b-line for her bedroom and started to remove her jacket and footwear. 

Her breathing had slowed a little bit, but by the time she was out of her dirty clothes and was in her pajamas, she had been laying on her bed. Her hair was spread against the old fabric of the pillows she was laid against, and as much as she fought to calm her heart rate, the only thing that was able to be eased was her sweating. 

Now, she was only preparing herself for the trip that would be coming in a short period of time. Frankly, the thought terrified her, but she was so used to it that she only had to bide her time by now. 

As she laid, she got even further into her own head. Leaving Yuri behind there without even a goodbye was brutal, even she knew that, but she would’ve been left worse off had she not ran as soon as she saw that missed call. 

Footsteps brought her out of her guilt-induced thought process. Heavy footsteps and clicking heels - not a good sign. She silently groaned into her hands, hoping on hope that whatever would be discussed would fly by. 

Wrong, wrong, so very wrong. 

“Hey! Get down here!” 

So she did, trying not to sweat uncontrollably as she did so. 

By the next day, the previous days events left (Y/n) shaken enough to ignore everyone that had tried to contact her. She tried to shut herself off, but seeing as her boyfriend wasn’t willing to accept that she wasn’t there to watch him practice, she was already on his checklist.

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(Y/n) looked at the caller ID, flinching when she saw Yuri’s face. She slowly set her phone down, face up, and denied the call. 

Yuri waited, but it wasn’t returned. No second calls this time around, last night was a bit too sudden to warrant anything - he went straight to her house to address what happened. 

As (Y/n) laid there with her toes curled into her blanket, eyes puffy from a recent breakdown, a clinking sound coming from her left side shook her from her thoughts. A small shadow was sat by the edge of her transparent curtains. 

As much as her gut was telling her to ignore it, curiosity killed the cat, so she stood (albeit reluctantly) from her semi-comfortable bed and went to open the window. 

“Hey! (Y/n), open up!” 

That definitely wasn’t anyone she needed to run from. 

Speed overtook her being as she ran to the window and ripped the curtains open, shock settling on her face at the sight of Yuri holding a rock in his hand and rounding up to throw it. Shaking her head, she gestured to the side of her house and beckoned him up. 

He hopped inside (literally) and brushed any dirt off his pants, holding his arms out for a hug from the (shorter/taller) female. Huffing, she returned the hug and tightened her grip once the both of them relaxed a little bit. 

Tears started to escape her, and as she soaked his (shirt/hair), he only pulled her closer - not like they could get any closer. Patiently, and awkwardly, he led their forms to the bed and sat down without releasing her. 

A few more minutes passed by of her crying and him attempting to console her before she sniffled and lifted her head up, wiping any stray tears away. “Thanks, Yuri.”

“Mmm. Now, do you wanna tell me what’s bothering you?” 

She hesitated, of course, but she knew that he was persistent. That, and if she didn’t get this off her chest, she may do something that she doesn’t want to do. 

“It’s my...it’s my mom and sister. I work, and work, and work, and struggle through what they throw on me, but it’s never enough. I can’t even approach school or friendships without thinking that I’m going to get ridiculed or belittled because of what they’ve tried to pull on me.” 

She paused, catching her breath as a gentle, pale hand rested on the small of her back and started rubbing circles into it. 

“Last night, my sister had called and she always pitches a fit to my mother when I don’t answer. She came inside with her last night, and the both of them had taken anything that I valued away and hid it somewhere. I haven’t even been eating because of the things they’ve been saying to me, and last night, I tried to- I tried to s-slit my-” 

“Stop, you don’t have to say it.” He looked at her with love in his eyes, making eye contact with her (e/c) ones. Still maintaining a gentle grip, he lifted a hand to cup her cheek and swipe any fresh tears away. 

“She’s the golden child, isn’t she?”

(Y/n) nodded, sniffling and shuffling in her seated position. 

“Listen, they don’t know. You are beautiful despite your size, but if you haven’t been eating, I’m going to worry. That’s what you were worried about, right? Me finding out?”

Looking away, she gave a slight nod. 

“Darling, your scars don’t make you any less beautiful. Your weight doesn’t matter to me, and you are the smartest and strongest person I know. Your worth isn’t measured by your appearance, it’s your character that matters.”

Yuri raised a hand to the girl’s chin, tilting her head to make eye contact. “You are amazing, and they are blind idiots.” 

With another sniffle, (Y/n) smiled through her tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes, and Yuri returned it. She laid her head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around hers, the two just sitting in silence for a few minutes before (Y/n) raised a question. “Yuri, could you stay over tonight?”

we have to cover this before anything else is said:

the figure skating world is brutal.

with that in mind, seeing as you had managed to jump the ranks as quickly as you did, people knew you as a formidable competitor. 

yuri in particular knew how fierce of a competitor you were, seeing as he had trained with you and your brother victor under yakov for as long as he remembers.

so yes, while you two did grow up beside each other, you never really talked to anyone besides yakov, victor, and mila (from time to time) 

in short, you two barely knew each other despite growing beside each other. 

funny occurrence when you consider that he was of the few that knew of your habits when skating.

in similar fashion to your brother, you were almost a natural on the ice, and the way that you moved even off the ice was graceful yet intimidating. 

it frankly shocked the other people competing against you in the senior division in which you debuted.

yuri was beside you the whole way.

literally.

when victor had made the claim that he was going to coach yuuri katsuki, he had suggested that you join him and train under him for the year. 

you reluctantly agreed, though you also avoided saying anything to yakov as you weren’t as straightforward and recklessly fearless as victor is. 

that said, yuri was a little disappointed and jealous.

he knew it was baseless, you were victor’s younger sibling, after all

what right did he have to keep you here?

what really bothered yuri was the fact that victor had made him a promise. 

and he intended to make sure he kept it. 

so when he showed up at the local ice rink out of the blue, you were left jaw-on-the-floor. 

were you really surrounded by people that were purely impulse and nothing else? 

you didn’t let the event prevent you from working on your senior debut pieces, though.

while yuri and yuuri were being coached by victor, it was only when they were done for the day that victor stood by and helped you with your senior debut. 

you already had high expectations, after all - if you couldn’t hold up, what would happen? 

you and yuri are the best new entries, so if either of you couldn’t hold up, what would go down if victor decided to quit coaching for competing in the next season and you had to go back to yakov?

what about if you had failed to grab even silver in your debut?

you knew you could do it, and you wanted the satisfaction that came with the draping of the medal around your neck, standing on the highest pedastal on the winner’s platform.

at least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself to do. 

you had been trying and failing to do an even more advanced jump than what you usually did.

and you wanted to use it in one of your routines

but the best you could do was the mount. 

your landing was flawed at best, and a wipeout at worst. 

it was starting to get to you.

many things swung around in your head.

‘is it my weight? is it being distributed incorrectly or did you just gain some?’

‘maybe it could be the routine itself. is it good enough to shock a crowd and win the gold?’

‘or, maybe, it’s just the fact that victor wasn’t able to focus and help you when you needed it most?’

the ideals that had been drilled into your head differed greatly from victor’s 

and the fact that you had the expectation to live up to his abilities was starting to get to you for once.

normally, you’d just brush it off, but your competitive nature kicked into full gear and you felt the overwhelming need to avoid disappointing and losing.

you loved the feeling it brought to you. what else was there to say? 

that, and you knew how victor could get when he had expectations. 

just because you’re his family, doesn’t mean that you are exempt from his expectations of nikiforov gold. 

which is why you worked your ass off. 

you lost weight in favor of toning, you made sure to reach the rink before and after the three males entered and left.

more often than not, you would be eating a meal in your designated room in at the hot springs later at night, after your daily workout. 

the new jump that you had been trying to accomplish was barely coming along

your routines were starting to slack.

you didn’t know what was going on, as things like this were normal, but they never reached this extent.

either way, you worked and worked and worked.

eventually, you had begun to skip dinner

you had begun to lose sleep 

you had started to pass out at random times.

despite how much you tried to hide it and play it off as if everything was normal, everyone that saw you could tell that wasn’t the case by any means. 

yuuri was trying to get you to stop and relax, but in your work-induced mindset led to you lashing out at him. no matter what he did, nothing worked. 

yuri and victor had been aiming to get you to relax and stop working as well, but even they knew that you wouldn’t do that unless some more powerful entity forced you to.

that, and the sheer amount of disappointment that had started to rain over your being was starting to transform into anger. 

you were beginning to have outbursts, your were beginning to perform as if you were a simple novice.

you were beginning to look as if you were going to fall apart after a single breath. 

you failed to realize and care about your wellbeing until you wiped out on the ice and couldn’t get back up. 

you were lucky that yuri had stayed back to get something he forgot, otherwise you might’ve been stuck there all night. 

which is why you had to face the music and realize that this wasn’t the way to go about it. 

he had made quick succession in making sure that you were okay as soon as he was exiting the rink and saw you passed out on the ice. 

he panicked, frankly, but he made sure to get you off the ice and on a bench before calling yuuko over to tell her to call victor.

everything was moving fast, and he swore he could feel his heart racing in his ears as he saw you still on surface.

you looked pale, a weird mix of purple-blue and green, and the image left him speechless.

victor and yuuri rushed over to the rink as soon as they could, and when yuuri saw you his jaw fell to the floor

victor, on the other hand, ran to your side and picked you up.

he was able to notice the way you fell limp.

long story short, you looked dead.

it scared him senseless, and yuri could understand the sentiment. 

over the time that he had spent in Japan, he had grown to appreciate the amount of work that you had put forth to succeed.

sadly, even he didn’t know that you would push yourself to this extent.

and he now knew why he became even more drawn to you.

you took pride in your abilities, but he never knew that you pushed yourself this far to achieve whatever goal you had set for yourself.

this event was what forced him to become aware of his feelings for you. 

he could now realize why he always watched you, mesmerized at the way you carried yourself.

and he now understood why he wanted to make you feel safe.

after you were taken to the hot springs and taken care of, victor and yuri stayed by your side as you were still unconscious.

a warm towel was resting on your forehead and you were covered with a blanket. 

for extra measures, they had even kept a small heater beside you to make sure that you didn’t freeze while resting. 

“yuri, can i ask you something?”

“ah- what is it. victor?”

“if she decides to go back to yakov, watch over her for me.”

“...”

“i can tell. she has taken a liking to you, and i know you have taken one to her.”

“...”

“she trusts you, yuri. and after this, i fear that this could happen again, so please. make sure she takes a break.”

“...i promise, victor.”

“...thank you, yuri.”

victor left after that, patting yuri on the back 

(he wondered what he failed to notice, despite his overprotective nature when it came to you.)

yuri sat there, overnight and into the next morning.

yuuri and victor came in to check on you, brought him breakfast, but everything the next day seemed to slow down.

eventually, you woke up, but you were lost. you were even more disappointed than you were before. 

if you needed the cloth on your head changed out, yuri did it.

if you needed the heater turned on, he did it.

if you needed literally anything, he did it or got it for you. 

otherwise, he’d just be silent and act as a safespace for you if you ever needed it.

similarly to how he might handle insecurities that you may have, he would be very careful with the subject.

he’d be a little awkward, though he’d power through for your sake. 

after a few days of just relaxing and stretching, doing some light exercises (and i mean E X T R E M E L Y light exercises), he’d do some slight skating with you to calm you down.

if you wanted to see something from him on the ice, he’d do it for you.

hell, he even did his developing competition piece for you so you could have entertainment in analyzing his technique and ability.

he loved seeing the way your face would light up when you would watch him perform.

eventually, the time passed by.

you came to realize yuri plisetsky as himself completely, aside from just facing the persona that he projected to the media, people he worked aside, and to his fans. 

it made you realize what you had been feeling the whole time. 

you had been put on light work by victor, as he didn’t want to see this happen to you again, so weeks had passed before you went through your intense debut routines. 

it was only on the night that the competition for who victor would coach came up that you were able to go through even a snippet of it. 

yuri, following his loss, was distraught.

he still powered through the night, though. 

when you saw him after the event, you asked him to join you on the ice.

you had a speaker set up on the edge of the rink, playing some lofi music to make sure the mood had stayed calm.

you two just skated around, no real reason as to why except to settle from the day.

“hey, yuri.”

“hmm?”

“you were amazing. as usual, but...”

“...but?”

“...i wanted to thank you.”

he stayed silent to let you continue, but you knew that he was listening. his skating had ceased just the slightest as he had been slightly ahead of you in the rink.

“i...i made a stupid mistake by failing to pay attention to my health, and i wanted to thank you for helping me.”

the silence that followed was comfortable, and as the both of you were very hesitant to say what loomed over your hearts, you were both already aware of what the both of you did meant.

‘i love you.’

the rest of the time in the rink was passed by you and him holding hands and making rounds around the rink 

he even slipped some fancy ballroom moves in, making you flush and laugh. he did the same alongside you.

the next day, there was something melancholy in the air.

and even though you had told him that you wouldn’t be returning to yakov for the season, you did emphasize that you wanted to continue talking to him. 

“hey, yurio!”

“how many times do i- don’t call me yurio!”

“not gonna happen. either way, before you leave, promise me something?”

“what is it?” (it was gentle, and the scene made victor, yuuri, and yuuko gush)

“i better see you on that pedastal kissing that gold medal, plitsetsky.”

“only if i see you up there as well. though you better be careful, or i am going to ignore it.”

“got it, got it. now...promise me?”

this boy-

he tries to hide it, but he loves you 

typical tsundere

but despite that, he can see it.

If your insecurities laid in the valley of body image:

in figure skating at a level that he is, the body is the primary instrument.

the choreography itself is very close to ballet, so the body has to be in shape for the activity.

that being said, he has probably had some issues with body image in the past. 

probably from when he was growing and he had strayed just the slightest from the typical strict regiment that he had to take. 

yakov or someone that was just as strict as he is had enforced the diet on him.

he eventually got used to it, and i don’t imagine that he’d be too pressured since he did get older and he did adjust

but that’s just it. 

he’d be awkward about it from the start since he was (presumably) much younger when the thoughts hit him. 

on the confidence front, though, he’d be very aware.

he wants to be the best, and when he isn’t he breaks and works ten times harder.

even then, his confidence would suffer a little bit and the only thing that could bring it back up (before you) would be a win and score that was much better than the one he considered a failure. 

otherwise, i think that he’d be very hesitant to touch you because of what you brought up. 

he’s thinking ‘they don’t like their body, and i don’t know what to do to help them. do they want a hug or would that cause more problems?’

he’s also thinking ‘but i get their confidence issues. what should i say or do?’

if you did want a hug, i imagine that you’d either say something or gesture for him to get the hint.

he’d be v restrained and tense at first, but when you grip the back of his shirt and start sniffling, he’d be holding you flush to his chest.

if you weren’t wanting a hug, he sit or stand beside you and rest a hand on your shoulder.

he’d rub your back softly, he’d even probably give you a massage if it calmed you down a little bit 

(but again, that is if things did get much worse and you asked for it)

either way, this would be the time when you would spill your guts on the topic.

the way your body looks, how that effects your confidence, how your lack of confidence starts a cycle from time to time, and how you have kept this stuff secret.

he’d be a little bothered at the thought of you not telling him, but he’d be by your side anyway.

his baby’s insecurities are coming in full-force and he doesn’t want them to continue to think about this.

if you were to be built bigger, and you felt insecure about how your body looked, he’d find a way to help you lost weight.

his logic, if you did want to approach this path, would be as follows:

“if you want to lose weight to be healthier and feel more confident with yourself, i can help you reach your goal.”

“only if that’s what you want, though.”

if you felt that you were way too thin, and wanted to look more full and gain a little weight, he’d have another philosophy similar to the previously mentioned one. 

“i can help you tone up and gain weight.”

just, he understands body image issues to an extent.

(i also feel the need to emphasize that these would have been thought over in silence after comforting.) 

If your insecurities lay in the valley of toxic friends/personality traits:

if this were to happen, you bet that he’d be trying to jump down their throats for pulling this on his sweet s/o

but that’s only after you calm him down from his angry outburst and tell him what is going on

now, here’s where he’d slip a little:

what the topic of your insecurities is and how it was targeted.

if you have a mental disorder (i.e., depression, anxiety, bpd, etc.) and they were using that to taunt you, he’d probably remain silent for a little while longer than you (and him) thought he would.

if it were to effect your schooling and they were targeting you and blaming your mental disorder(s) for your supposed ‘stupidity’, well.

he’d have to stop for a second and think of what to do.

(we can assume that he had either asked you, someone else, or researched the disorder(s) if he didn’t already know of them and what they consisted of)

‘what do i say?’

‘i know that this doesn’t help them, but what would be the proper approach?’

and then he’d just ask you gently if you needed a hug

seeing as it was a pretty far departure from his actual habits, you’d probably pause, but the decision would be left to you.

you want the hug? great, if you clutch him like a child would a teddy bear in bed, he won’t let you go. crying or not, too - you’re more important than his shirt being wet.

if you don’t want a hug” well, he’d probably reach for your hand and hold it firmly in his and rub his thumb over your knuckles. 

either way, i imagine that it would most likely be somewhat quiet no matter the situation.

he’d just try to cradle you (whether that be literal or figurative) and act as a pillar for you in the moment.

he’d be afraid of saying or doing something wrong, so he’d preoceed with caution here expecially. 

on the other hand, if you were being ridiculed and told you look ugly he’d do all that he could to show you that the statement was false on every level.

(Note: you’re NOT UGLY, you are a BEAUTIFUL, SPARKLING, GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING.)

but this is where i feel he’d be quicker and more confident on the uptake.

yuri would make eye contact with you and be fast to tell you what he sees and they fail to.

yuri sees the person that was able to look past his abrasiveness and accept him for him.

yuri sees the person that has always been by his side and willing to help and encourage him in his mission for the gold. 

he sees the person that has the most beautiful eyes, the most beautiful hair, the most beautiful skin, and the most beautiful body. 

he sees the person that is extremely intelligent and lives up to the title of an ‘attractive brain.’

yuri sees the person that has made him better, and helped him overcome obstacles that he couldn’t dodge in everyday life.

and that is what they, those “friends”, couldn’t see and couldn’t comprehend.

everything that they had claimed came from a place of jealousy and they were practically covered in green at this point.

The aftermath:

this is where things would get so much better for the both of you. 

you in the aspect that the thoughts and insecurities that came back to smack you in the face were now gone (temporarily, at least - they will; always linger, after all.) 

and him in the aspect that you are feeling better than you did before.

buuuuut...

just to make sure you feel better, he’d probably bring out your favorite movie and cuddle up with you as it plays.

your head laying on his chest, his arm wrapped around your waist, and his laptop resting on one of each of your legs.

potya may even perch right on your chest and let you pet them.

just, overall an emotional night that ends in the best way that it possibly could have: