#yurioniceyurioxreader

let’s cover the basics here: 

1. he wouldn’t really care about how tall you are. like at all. 

(at most, it’s an afterthought)

2. even if he did, he finds your height attractive. 

3. that, and the fact that you avoid doing anything that many others have tried to do regarding his height. 

(i imagine you being somewhere between 5′11″ and 6′5″)

(like seriously taller than him) 

yurio knows that he is far from the tallest, he really does

and it doesn’t help being reminded of it by people that tower over him constantly 

the short jokes get overwhelming sometimes, though

(half of the people that crack these jokes don’t make it out without being scared either way-) 

so, while your height won’t matter too much to him, what others view it as might

in fact, i can see him freaking out about small things that he can’t reach

he wants to help you, but he wants to do so by being a little cliche

(mostly due to that being about all he knows about romance and dating, but i digress) 

the roses and candies and fancy dates are typical, but then there’s the domestic stuff

and the romantic idea of reaching above your girlfriend and grabbing something that she’s too short to reach

or even laying your head on theirs

leaning down to give them a forehead kiss....

in this case, he starts cussing like a mad man since he can’t really do that

it is only slightly endearing

(you’ve had to keep him calm on multiple occassions)

it isn’t like these things don’t happen, but the roles are reversed. 

you are the one grabbing the items

you are the one that lays your head on top of his

you are the one that has to lean down to give him a forehead kiss

to the people around you, it’s slightly comical

(and realistically, it appears that way) 

but no matter, you see it as it is: he’s your boyfriend, and you wanna be sweet to him

in fact, your height has become quite the helpful thing on more than one occassion

so, it may be obvious, but you go to every single one of his competitions and most of his practices 

(within reason, of course) 

we saw how he gets when he practices.

we saw how he pushes, and pushes, and pushes, and keeps pushing until he can’t anymore. 

and we also saw how much the people around him either continued to enable him overworking himself or ignored it (almost) completely

and there are the days where he needs a little ego boost

that’s where you come in

your height  is very obvious in the crowds, even through the blinding lights and reflections of ice

you’re the one person that sits as close as you can and still manage to stand up and cheer the loudest for him

(we love a supportive partner!!!) 

you’re also the one to help him when he is sent on errands

but the best thing to come from your height are the cuddles

especially after a long day of skating and working and existing

when he’s dead tired (and frankly unwilling to deal with people), he goes to you

whether you’re at his place or not, he goes to you. 

even if you’re working, can you guess where he’s gonna go? 

your height is probably one of the best things to him, especially during those moments

when you dote on him is when he straight up melts

(it’s even funnier in public) 

one time that he was e c s t a t i c that you were there was right after he broke down on the ice during his free skate program 

he goes through, does everything peachy, then falls

he gets back up, of course, and does the remainder of the program flawlessly

but then he breaks down on the ice

(we all know what i’m talking about)

(i know that’s a fact) 

you want to run to the kiss and cry as soon as you can

you want to cradle him as soon as you can

but he’s stuck on the ice for a while after and you can’t catch him until he’s completely done, gold medal and all

running to reach him, you find him in his costume with the medal draped around his neck

the hug hit him immediately and you started to spew concerns left and right

“what happened out there?”

“are you okay?”

“did you get hurt?”

he was on the verge of tears for the third time that day 

as per usual, your head was resting on top of his 

and even though the public (and other skaters) were able to see everything, he hugged you back

tightly. 

seriously.

(but so were you, so koala hugs were returned with koala hugs) 

“i won the grand prix, (y/n), i won. i won gold.” 

“i know, baby, i saw! i’m so proud of you!”

aaaand cue the tears

yep, the famous ice tiger of russia was seen essentially bawling into his partner’s chest

a few of the skaters found it endearing, and frankly, very cute

but others were so zeroed in on the fact that you were so. much. taller. than him. 

“yurio!”

“who is that? dude, they’re gigantic!”

“are they together? cute.”

yuri was more focused on you and making sure that you were okay after he was done crying.

“is you shirt stained?”

“yeah, but that’s whatever. you won! you’re okay, though? really?” 

the shorter blonde boy wiped the tear tracks away and smiled

an actual smile, too. 

the paparazzi would not get enough of it if they were to have seen it

hell, the skaters did, too

(phichit was taking pictures and victor was crying at the sight of you two) 

(it was on yuuri’s shoulder’s to reel them in) 

(that was a whole other mess)

yuri only broke from the hug when you leaned down to kiss his head

he was blushing

and the people around you both gushed. 

‘aww’ was the most common sound for a good minute or two 

and then yuri was made aware of the people around him

“what are you staring at?!”

you were laughing

yuri looked like a tomato

(and it only got worse when you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your chin on top of his head) 

(but you knew that)

even redder, he shoos them all away 

but yeah

he loves that things like that are possible

he really wouldn’t care if you were shorter than him or the same height, but the fact that he can rest his head against your chest is extremely comforting. 

there are also some more...impulsive things your height can come in handy for

(read: piggyback rides and lifting him up to reach something when he is adamant that he can get it) 

at your place, the cupboards were higher up for you (and your family) so when yuri would come over to help you when you would be sick, well...

let’s just say that stools would be used until you were a-okay and willing to hold him up to grab the one cup that he knows you love 

or for movie nights!!!

the popcorn just so happens to be on the top shelf, and when he wants to hlep prep everything, you lift him onto your shoulders

(once the movie has been picked out, of course)

and again, when everything is prepped and ready

you haul him up onto his shoulders and encourage him to smack the top of doorways

he has a hold of the popcorn and grabs the doorframe each time

it was really refreshing to see him act his age and be a little immature sometimes

and this was a prime opportunity for it. 

but overall, he wouldn’t mind it much (if at all) 

he sees your height as a good thing, actually

even better seeing as you don’t view him as a ‘pipsqueak’ as some say about him

it works great for the both of you, really

even when you aren’t feeling too hot, the cuddling really helps 

(he even sometimes acts as the big spoon when you need it) 

The room was silent as I sat on my bed, sheets a mess and my clothing strewn all over the floor. I sniffled into my sweatshirt sleeves and wiped my face of the dried tears. Everything felt dry, dull even. 

It didn’t feel right. 

Normally, this room wouldn’t feel like this. It would feel lively, fresh - sweet, even! Even the little teddy bear sitting on my desk wouldn’t normally look this mean, rather happy with eyes that would sparkle. Eyes the same color as those of the guy that knows me. 

Maybe he knows me a little too well. 

I mean, just a half hour earlier, we got into a fight. Not just a normal fight, nothing like before - this one was a little closer to home. 

The both of us are nearing a point, personally and with each other, that things are just starting to come together. That also means that things are starting to change between us. 

I want to go forward - tackle my own dreams and hopes while still going along with him. I’m an advanced student at school, I have a great future in front of me, and him and I have worked through this much. I already have my college of choice in mind, and I have a scholarship on lock. It would be a huge opportunity missed if I decide to let this chance fly to the wind. 

He wants to stay here - avoid the change, and stay together without anything else holding us back. Otherwise, there’s the unspoken ultimatum that was brought up, purely at the glance towards a picture framed on the TV stand in my family’s living area. 

It was one of us, him and I, when we had just met. I have always been a fan of his skating, even as a kid, but was never truly able to do it due to injuries that wouldn’t leave. I had always been instructed to be careful, so I resorted to watching competitions instead. 

I had gotten the chance to watch him compete as a gift for my 14th birthday, and after his scores had been finalized (and he won gold, of course), I was able to catch him before he left and got a picture. Sure, he was a little brash, but I didn’t want much. 

“Hi, I’m (Y/n)! I know you’re probably really stressed or about to do something, but if you wouldn’t mind, could I get a picture?”

He refused at first, leaving me a little bit dejected, but someone else under the same coach (Victor Nikiforov, I remember) had gotten him to do it. He was grumbling, dropping a couple complaints even, but agreed to the picture nonetheless. 

It wasn’t too long after that when I happened to get a job at the same rink that they practiced at. I worked almost everyday after school was done that if I wasn’t there after general hours, something was wrong. ‘

I ran into him there, and it was after that point, it was all uphill. 

We shared conversations and information about our lives, transitioned into exchanging phone numbers, and eventually getting to a point where we began dating. 

Things were tough at first, with him being everywhere on any day and not being able to talk often, but it was always after he returned that we managed. Frankly, it was great either way! 

But lately, stress is piling up on both of us. 

We’ve both got a future to consider, and while I want to go to school, I can tell that he doesn’t want me to leave. I don’t know if he realized that I don’t plan on leaving - I remember explaining it thoroughly before we got into it, but maybe he didn’t get it. 

“I’m not leaving, Yuri! I managed something with the-”

“But you are leaving! I don’t want to take you away from your dreams-”

“It doesn’t sound like it! I already discussed what I wanted, and I tried to make it work with us!”

“Did you? Did you really?”

“Yes, Yuri! Yes!”

“I’m not so sure that you did.”

“Yuri....”

“I’m leaving.”

I sighed, fighting back tears at the images of the time we first met, the times we hung out, and the fight....

It was always intense, even being friends with him, but this was already hard and we worked around it. I really just want to work around it now, but I’m not sure what caused this. 

A knock on the door shook me from my thoughts. I sniffled - seems like it was the umpteenth time in the past fifteen minutes alone - before gathering my bearings and walking towards the door. 

The modern appearance made me feel sick as I peeked through the peephole.

It was him. That blonde hair and shining blue-green eyes were unmistakable. 

“What is it, Yuri?” 

He cleared his throat, turning away from the door and mumbling his words just loud enough for me to hear after cracking the door. “Could I come in?”

I was hesitant to let him in, but ultimately decided to do so since there was no use dwelling - despite how much I wanted to forbid him from entering and cry myself to sleep tonight before discussing what went down. 

“I’m- damn...I’m- sorry. I’m sorry for what I did earlier,” he drawled under his breath, keeping his normally headstrong and willful glance to the floor. “I realize what you meant, maybe a little too late, but I can’t tell you what to do or where to go about your life.” 

I bit my lip, starting to chew it while he spoke. It took a few seconds for me to consider what to say. “No, I’m sorry. I should’ve explained it more, or even chose a better time.” 

He shook his head. “(Y/n), no, I-”

“Yuri, we’re both sorry. It happened, and now it’s settled. Or, we can at least consider it as such.”

Silence fell upon us as we tried to find the words to say. Eventually, we settled on watching a movie on the sofa together to ease the tension. At this point, it didn’t matter what movie was chosen since anything would be able to break the tension. 

A comedy was the decision, and after a few scenes passed, a character was introduced. “Hey, doesn’t that guy kinda act like you?” I teased, looking up at Yuri as we eyed the screen. 

The guy’s cold eyes narrowed on the screen, and he cracked a stupid one-liner before the protagonist’s pet pounced on him and started to attack him. He taunted the cat, he had it coming. 

With a playful glare, Yuri glanced at me through his almost-transparent bangs. “Potya would never.” 

“Doubt it.”

“I know that cat better than-”