#yurioxreader

‘omg, her hair. who’s gonna tell her’

‘i hate her voice, its too high like..why does she even stream.’

‘honestly, who decided to give her a platform? her personality sucks.’

Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream.

‘OMG. SHUT UP. YOU ARE A TERRIBLE GAMER. QUIT YOUR DAY JOB ALREADY.’

‘Why tf is your hair so greasy? we get it, you’re a horrible person, you don’t have to have horrible hygiene.’

Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream. 

Suck it in, suck it up, and start the stream. 

Suck it in.

‘lose some weight, you fat cow.’

Suck it up. 

‘why are you so lazy, get up already.’

Start the stream. 

I pressed the button after preparing my smile for the umpteenth time in the hour, and while I would have liked to cut the stream at all today, I can’t disappoint my fans. The ones that stay for the content, at least. 

I let my internal timer go off before I flipped the screen image to my face. 

“Hey, everyone!”

And so we begin. 

The many ticking seconds, minutes, and eventually hours invaded my head - but I couldn’t crack. I can’t give them the satisfaction of seeing what up and coming nasty comment can do to my psyche. I can’t let them think they can win. 

Still, I can barely function with their words haunting me. 

The stream ended after almost four hours, and as I sent my goodbye to the viewers, I could feel my chest start to tighten and my eyes start to burn. My heart was beating at what felt like a million miles per hour, my whole body was trembling, and I could swear that I was about to pass out. 

I slid the chair I was in back from my desk and ran to the bathroom. Considering the time I started the stream and the time now, it had to be around 3 or 4 pm. With that in mind, more people would be flocking to the highlights or my personal Instagram. If they were going to flock over, then there is bound to be more from them.

I’m never gonna get past this, am I? 

Tears were streaming down my face, hot and haunting. I was, quite literally, a mess on the bathroom floor. I had gone through what I could manage in regards to tissues, but as it got harder to maintain my balance, I cradled myself in my arms and curled into a ball. 

I was beginning to hyperventilate, so I forced myself to take deep breaths. I have no idea how long it took, but as my breath slowed down and I stopped crying. I was still in a ball, but I had loosened up a little bit and decided to distract myself with some work. 

I hesitantly stood up, stumbling on my legs for a second, and wiped my tear-stained cheeks. With a sigh and a sniffle, I shuffled to my office again and opened up my editing software. 

Even if people don’t like me, the people that do deserve something done well to make up for where I fail to do well. I may not be a very good gamer, but I will flex my editing skills and do what I can with what footage I have. 

I quickly got to work, and though I got caught off guard by my performance in the recorded footage, I pushed through and slammed a zoom-in during a pause right before I ended up throwing my headphones onto my desk. I wasn’t doing well at all during the gameplay, but I have to try and make it seem like I did well. 

Time seemed to pass by quicker when I wasn’t focusing on anything else except what makes my day better - a cup of coffee, editing software, and lo-fi music in the background. 

That was, until I had to upload the next video on the queue. It was an indie horror game, and knowing how scared I can get, I was already anticipating what was going to come up in the comments. I didn’t want to fathom it, but my mind races sometimes...

‘scared? no wonder you suck at horror games, you’re already trash at regular games.’

‘OMG YOURE SO BAD AT THISSS HAHAAA QUIT YOUR DAMN JOB LOSER’

‘Dear god, you suck. How did you even manage to make it that far in the game?’

My breath was gonna get caught again, I could tell. I considered postponing the upload to tomorrow, but again - the fans that actually did care looked forward to this. 

Or did they just watch to get their kicks and the good comments are ironic? 

No, no, no, no, no - dammit, no! They mean it, they really mean it, they love to watch you - upload the video!

I almost pressed the upload button, but I stopped myself as my index finger was just a second away from clicking. I can’t do it today, I really can’t, seriously. If I end up doing this, I’m only gonna hole myself up more. If I do that, then my content is gonna much more horrid than it already is, and if that happens- 

“Babe, I’m home!” 

Time stopped, and only then was I aware of how shaken I was. Trembling, sweating, and my eyes were getting glassy again. Of course, it had to happen again. 

“Babe, are you in your - (Y/N), baby? What is it?”

Yurio saw me. He saw me. This is the one thing that would, could, and should have been avoided. Now he’s gonna freak out, and knowing his anger, go off on social media and start up a shitstorm. 

“(Y/N), look at me. (Y/N).”

I felt his nimble fingers lightly brush my shoulder. He had made contact with the chair I was seated in and turned it around, making eye contact with me before I directed my eyes down. “...What is it, Yuri?”

He glared at me before kneeling and, yet again, making eye contact with me. “What’s going on, darling?”

I sniffled and he waited, quiet and patient, as I slowly cracked. More tears fell down my face, I curled into myself even more, and my hands started trembling violently. Yurio’s eyes went wide and he grasped my hands in his as quickly as he could. 

“Darling, come on. Come here, don’t talk, okay? We can lay down on the bed, and you can relax, okay?” His blue-green eyes were focused on my face. “You can tell me later if you want, but right now, you need to take a break.” 

He guided me from my spot and moved with me despite how slow and sluggish I was. Short, sweet, reassuring words were uttered into my ears breathlessly yet urgent as we both made it to our shared room. 

The blankets felt like clouds when I laid down on them, yet I failed to focus on the comfort and instead focus on holding onto Yurio’s form. It was just muscular enough to provide comfort even if he was very thin. 

I shuffled into his chest, the both of us being splayed out on the bed as gently as possible. Little jostling around followed after we were settled. 

Yurio wrapped his arms around my body and started rubbing my back - it would be romantic had I not been a bawling mess, but I will take what I can since I need the comfort right now (as much as I may hate to admit it). 

“(Y/N), darling, I’m right here. I’ll always be here. Now, please, get some rest,” he pleaded, voice soft yet commanding. I sniffled once again and nodded, continuing to get closer to the blonde. 

I stopped crying eventually, but I wasn’t quite able to tell how long it had been. All I can recall is finishing my crying session and falling asleep. 

The faded light of the sun peeking through the transparent curtains shook me from my slumber, and upon feeling the other side of the bed empty, I became fully awake. 

“Yurio?” I lifted my tired body from the sheets and left the bed, leaving the room to find him. A large yawn overtook me before I started to search the house. 

I had been through the living area, the workout/dance room in the basement, and the bathrooms on all three floors before I found him. He was standing in the backyard, seemingly having just left the kitchen, and we shouting into his cell. He was most definitely livid.

I sighed, proceeding to take a deep breath before turning around and reaching for the refrigerator. If there was water anywhere, I’d love to find it, especially after last night. 

My mood dropped at the thought of it, but before I could dwell on it any longer, I heard a door slam and Yurio walk in while muttering profanities under his breath. He slammed his phone on the kitchen island before sighing and resting his elbows on the marble. 

I paused my movement, looking over my shoulder at him. “What’s going on with you today, huh?”

Yurio clicked his tongue, turning from the island and facing me. He was still a little bitter, but he visibly softened up a little bit when he met my eyes. “It’s nothing, just some publicity bullshit that I’m trying to work out.”

I raised an eyebrow, smirking just the slightest before shaking my head. “So that’s why you were in such a tizzy, huh?” I inquired, watching as he rolled his eyes and slinked towards me. He had me corner against the fridge as I maintained my eye contact. 

He kept his gaze focused on the cell in his hand, keeping a white-knuckle grip on the device. “I guess, yeah. I do need to ask you something, though,” he started. It made me nervous, but I decided to humor him. 

“Well, why the warning? Fire away.” 

“Is everything alright?” 

I hummed, shrugging and moving away from the appliance I had been leaning on. “Yeah, everything’s fine. Why? You worried?” 

Silence invaded the kitchen for a few seconds before Yurio pouted and grunted, turning away and murmuring, “Maybe....” I chuckled a little before reaching for the cupboard with mugs in it. 

My wrist was gently grabbed before I could get a hold of my favorite (Movie) mug. “Why don’t we go out for breakfast today? Practice was cancelled today and we haven’t spent much time together recently.”

If it were possible, I could swear that my eyes were sparkling. “Do you care where we go?”

“I was thinking (Your/Favorite/Breakfast/Place), since I know you love it.” He was trying so hard to be nonchalant, but he still gets flustered even years later. Cute!

“Yes!” was my enthusiastic response. “I’ll start getting ready if you’re down to leave in about fifteen minutes!” 

A smirk graced his features, and he gave a nod. I ran upstairs and started getting into what I felt comfortable wearing. 

He entered the room once I was done and threw a sweatshirt on - still with his oh-so-favorite leopard print on the panels - and held a nimble hand out for me. I held it, and we left for food. 

Breakfast went pretty well, but I had to stream again tonight. Three nights a week, sometimes a fourth when needed. Shit. 

We were almost home when the thought finally dawned on me. And this time. Yurio would be home the whole time. My eyes went wide at the thought, and had it not been for his grip on my hand, I would have absolutely broken. Again. 

“Hey, I was thinking about tonight. You have another stream scheduled, right?” 

“Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. Why’re you asking?” I inquired, looking at his eyes as they focused on the street signs. He never really asks, so this was odd to say the least. 

Clearing his throat, he suggested something that he’s never really suggested before. “Well, you got that new racing game, right? Why don’t we play together. 1 v. 1, boyfriend v. girlfriend?” 

That...actually didn’t sound half bad. Nobody really knew that we had been dating except for a select few people, and we had both been considering announcing it sometime, so this might be the best time. It may also be better for me mentally. 

But he’d still see the comments. 

That can’t happen. If it happens, I’m gonna get interrogated and Yurio’s gonna go ballistic on Twitter. If that happens, more hate is gonna come in and he’s gonna have so much bull to deal with from his manager. And that’s gonna fade into my streams, and then the comments will get even worse- 

“Babe? Hey, earth to (Y/n). Are you still in there?” 

I blinked a couple times, sniffling a bitt and nodding. “Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. And that sounds great! I’ll let you know when it starts, and get it set up.” 

He nodded, and we continued on our way to our home. When we arrived, I went to my office/game room and he went to the gym area in the basement (with the both of us announcing what we were doing, of course). 

I went to editing the stream from last night, cutting out what needed to be and editing what needed to be before finishing around two in the afternoon. I started to upload and went to getting the gaming setup prepared for tonight. 

My mind was still flooded with thoughts of what could happen tonight. So much could go wrong, in theory, but so much could go right, as well. People might lay off, but then again, it’s the internet - it couldn’t be helped, what with the utter chaos than can be released when someone decides to release it. 

I sighed, running my hands through my hair. The only two options that I have at the moment are to cancel the stream last minute and wait until tomorrow or go through with the stream and risk him noticing. Either way, Yuri would be suspicious and the people that actually care to watch my streams for myself and not to trash me would be disappointed. 

Damn decisions...just had to do this, didn’t you? 

With a deep breath in, I had finally decided to go through with the stream. Mods have tried to get people kicked and banned from the server, so I’m just gonna have to rely on them unless I want to cut it early when it gets too harsh. Anything yo make sure that Yuri doesn’t see it. 

I finished getting everything set up after I took a short breather, making sure that my sweatshirt and makeup were alright. I made sure to take extra time for it since Yuri was joining the stream and I wanted to avoid any of the comments as best as possible. Everything seemed to be in place, now all I needed to do was make sure that the video uploaded and the streaming screen was prepared. 

I checked the upload process and let it sit for a little while before opening Twitch and getting the recording program setup. Once that was done, I grabbed my usual controller and one for Yuri and laid them on my desk before leaving to grab a soda and relax for a bit until then - as best as I could, rather. 

With the can of (soda) in my hand, I stayed still by the fridge and continued thinking. I’d think it’d be a good idea to warn my mods and advise them to pay even closer attention, but as quickly as they move, there’s still Twitter and Instagram, even my channel uploads on YouTube. 

“Ugh, damn...this isn’t good....” Groaning, I turned away from the counter in front of me and looked at the mounted clock by the door. It was almost time to start the stream, meaning around a half hour beforehand. Great. 

Shaking my head, I tightened the grip I had on my soda. It was almost white-knuckle, but that was fine - it was a perfect parallel to my running thoughts right now. 

“You have to do it, the mods got it. They can keep it under control. That’s a fact. That’s the fact of the matter.”

“(Y/n), is everything alright?” 

Yuri shouting shook me from my stupor - seriously wish I could avoid it - and his footsteps made me turn to the doorway to the living area. “You’ve been in here a while.”

“Ah, yeah - I’m fine. The stream’s gonna start soon, so if you wanted to run through the setup with me, we can do it now,” came an offer from my mouth. Distractions, distractions, I suppose....

“If that would calm you down. You’re starting to strangle that can, there,” he stated - the beverage was beginning to flood the top. He was right, I really needed to loosen my grip. 

“Shit! Um, yeah, thanks. Let’s-let’s head up there now, then.” 

The two of us trailed beside each other as we walked up the steps, him and I glancing at the other as we did so. Sometimes, though extremely short, we’d look at the photos framed on the wall. Some were even pics with Victor and Yuuri, a few being in Russia despite them living in Japan. 

It only took a good thirty seconds to get to my setup and get settled. I gave a general rundown of the console, not like Yuri needed it considering we would play games with each other on both of our off days, but the rundown of the stream came to be a little more difficult. 

“So, the waiting screen will pop up....”

A nod and understanding look. 

“And a timer will be set up on said screen.”

“Mhm, yeah.”

“When that counts down, I’ll open and introduce myself again, and then you, followed by the game that we’ll be playing.” 

“Got it.”

“While waiting, though,” I hesitated. I was going to tell him about the deal with the comments, but on second thought, I probably shouldn’t- 

“’While waiting’ what? Is there something else I should be aware of?” came the questioning from the blonde sat in my spare chair. 

I cleared my throat, rubbed my hands together, and straightened my back up. “While waiting, comments will come up from the chat. Anything that isn’t permitted on my channel, though, gets deleted and the commenter gets monitored.” 

He nodded, staring at me. It seemed almost skeptical.

“So, please try to ignore them as best as you can. The mods have it under control, I promise,” I finished. He straightened his posture, his slightly taller frame engulfing mine in a hug. I tensed up a little bit - this didn’t happen often. 

“Got it, darling. Are we ready to start?” He pulled from the hug, gesturing to the setup with his head. I gulped, nodded, turned on some music, and began the stream.

The waiting screen came up, the music in the back ground playing on the video recording, and I finalized the set up.  I already spotted a few hate comments pop up, but they were quickly deleted. The mods were really on their game already. Which meant that I had to take the oh-so common deep breath and begin.

After about fifteen minutes of making sure that people were coming in and that we had everything we needed for the stream itself, I turned the music down and the video on. 

“Hey, hey, hey, everyone! Sorry about that wait, just had to make sure that everything was ready,” I began, shrugging and trying to match the upbeat demeanor that I tried to maintain for the crowd. “But, today, I have a guest with me! Does anybody know about figure skating? Well, I have my, um -” I choked a little on my words “- my boyfriend, Yuri Plisetsky.” 

He popped up on the screen behind me, and I knew now that things were out of my control. 

The chat flooded with shock - this was the first time that I had announced that I was dating someone, much less world-renowned figure skater Yuri Plisetsky. This was to be expected. With the shock, though, came the common hate comments. 

They came in quicker than usual, and as much as the mods tried to keep them down and deleted, a fair amount were still left as more and more chats came. 

‘why is HE with a dumb bitch like HER. he can do so much better.’

‘How much does anyone wanna bet that she bribed him into joining the stream for clout?’

‘desperation can be really awful, huh’

I almost cried, but I choked them back and continued as he introduced himself.

“Well, with that taken care of,” cue the nudge from him as he sat in the seat beside me, “we were gonna play racing games - particularly Mario Kart.” 

I skimmed the chat to see some people making exclamations about the games. 

“I’ll win. I always do,” Yuri said. It was cocky, which was normal. I laughed, loudly.

“Nope. Remember last time? That was sweet.” 

“Hey! You pushed me off the couch and I dropped the controller, cheater!”

And so we began. 

Choosing characters, maps, and actually playing rounds upon rounds upon rounds was fun. For a moment, I wasn’t worried about what people were saying as I was so focused on beating him. 

It wasn’t until I fell off the ramp right before I was about to turn for the final lap, and landed in 6th place that I noticed the chat. 

‘she even sucks at playing this. loser.’

‘DUDE DUMP HER AND GET SOMEONE WHO ISNT SO AWFUL. GET OFF THE INTERNET ALREADY TOO YUO GREASY FREAK’

I could feel my heart start to race. Still, I pushed through. Made my voice higher and more performative, stiffened my shoulders and acted through it. 

All the while, Yurio was laughing. It made sense, and I know that this is only a normal occurrence - hell, I do it to him, too - but it left me a little uneasy. There was a sense of almost saccharine familiarity to it, though, and that let me calm down a little bit.

“What the hell are you laughing for, huh? This same thing happened to you last time, big shot.”

“Yeah, sure - I still won,” he snarked. I rolled my eyes and set up for the next round.

The comments continued to flood in as we played more and more rounds, coming close to placing extreme bets just to make sure that either one of us could get the upper hand. We didn’t, but the good side of the chat got a luagh out of that. 

All the while, instead of the usual hate comments, they only escalated.

‘you fucking suck, kys now and save the ice tiger the burden.’

‘DIE ALREADY YOU STUPID SLUT!’

‘dont just delete oyur account, delete your loife you fucking clout chaser.’

Tears were gonna come, I knew it. They had never gotten to this point before, and holy shit, did it hurt. It hurt bad. Even worse than usual. 

I caved in the middle of the match before deciding to slam Yurio in the side and glare. We both knew what that cue meant, whether or not it was anger or something else. 

He almost stared into my soul when he saw my eyes getting glassy. I leaned in to his ear and whispered, “I’m gonna be a few minutes, okay? I’ll be right back. Please let the chat know.”

And with that, I pushed my chair back and shuffled out of the room and back to the bathroom to wear out my panic attack. I didn’t want to know what was being said, but this wasn’t the first time that I had to leave during streams - sometimes it was for a drink or food, others to use the bathroom. Either way, I’m still at a loss - I’m still a target. 

I went back in to a semi-silent chat and a Yurio who was scrolling through his phone and checking the chat, responding accordingly. I don’t know if he saw any comments, but whatever - I’m cutting the stream short anyway and handing this off to a friend to edit. 

I can’t watch this, but I can tell that there will be some pretty good highlights. 

I went to bed that night shaking, after having told Yurio he could crash and sending the saved file to said friend. 

Nightmares plagued me that night. Ideas of Yuri leaving me for someone better, fans reaching through the screen and reaching for my neck, even some chasing me down and cornering me enough to point, laugh, and injure me excessively. 

It was awful. 

It wasn’t until I went to check my Twitter DMs to clear them that something caught my eye. 

@(y/n)sbae: @YuriPlisetsky on @y/ngamestreams ‘s stream last night went off on the chat  - he already proving the he deserves her. 

A video was linked in the tweet itself, and out of curiosity - what did he do when I was out of the room? - I clicked it. 

“Okay, (Y/n) is going to be gone for a few minutes. Not like a good portion of you would care, either way.”

Yuri was glaring at the chat that was coming up, even scoffing at some of the messages being sent in. 

‘good, the bitch is gone. you deserve better man.’ 

‘DUMP THE WHORE. DUMP THE WHORE.’

“To every person in the chat having enough time in their sorry lives to torture the woman that I love, I hope you rot. She doesn’t put herself through this hell almost seven days a week just for you lowlifes to put her down even more.

“And if you must say anything, prepare for me to come for your throat. I love her, and I’m not afraid to fall to protect her if need be.

“That said, get a pastime already. If you think she’s pathetic, you losers are leagues worse. Get a hobby, for fucks sake already - sending in comments for no reason other than to send in comments isn’t attractive, like babies like you seem to think you are.”

He got up close to the screen, face almost taking up the whole screen. 

“And finally, fuck you.”

He rounded his rant off with two middle fingers. 

My eyes went wide, but seeing the rest of the chat cheering him on made me feel much better.

‘Get it, man! fuck you haters!’

‘(your/ship/name) ftw’

‘you two really are meant for each other, it’s so cute!’

‘you two are great inspirations, really - and this is so sweet!’

I didn’t realize it until I saw a drop of liquid on my screen - I was crying. But it wasn’t the kind I was getting used to, no. It was happy tears. 

For the first time in a while, the tears I was crying weren’t from pain, or anxiety, or even fear - no. They were happy. And I was actually relieved. 

I dropped my phone on the nearest surface and ran to find Yurio, managing to almost trip over my feet and table legs to eventually reach him in the living room. A movie of some kind was playing - I could really care less what it was, my mind is elsewhere - but I dove for the couch and tackled him into a hug.

I was still crying, even getting his clothing wet, but he returned the gesture - albeit in a confused manner, even slightly worried. 

“What is this about, babe? Is something wrong?” Panic was laced in his tone, of course, but I broke away to look him in the eyes (as best as I could considering I was still sobbing). 

“Nothing’s wrong, Yuri. I just saw what you did on the stream last night when I was out,” I sputtered through deep breaths and sniffles. It was hard to talk, honestly, but he got the message. 

“Why didn’t you tell me about that? I could have handled it earlier, y’know?” The question was blunt, but I could tell that he was preoccupied with the comments.  I shuffled around and laid on his chest before taking a deep breath and calming down a little. 

“Gee, thanks - but if you really want to know, I didn’t want to worry you. They weren’t bad in the beginning, but after a couple months ago, they got so much worse....”

He sighed, putting a hand on my head and patting it gently. “Really, this could have been shut down, or I could have helped you...you really scared me, (Y/n).”

I curled into him more, smiling into his chest. “But you shut it down, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah - now get some rest, okay? I’ve got some games that I want to play on stream with you again tonight.” 

BONUS

The next day, after the stream had gone by (nearly) without a hitch and Twitter was updated accordingly - simply for the purpose of officially announcing that Yuri and I were dating and providing updates regarding the next upload.

Otherwise, it had taken some time for the aftermath to completely come to an end. The comments had come to an end, at least as best as they could, and it was later brought to my attention from yet another intriguing tag on a private account that I knew through Yuri. 

@russianiceprince12: you’re very welcome @y/ngamestreams & @icetigerofrussia for the warning 

- But then hug you like three seconds later

- “You’re gorgeous, (Y/N), are you blind?”

- He’ll do whatever he can to make you feel better about yourself

- He hates it more than anything if you talk bad about yourself

- “I-I’m so...fat...”

- “What do you mean? Have you seen yourself?”

- If anyone ever said anything negative about your body, he’d go off and threaten death upon said person

- “WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY ABOUT HER!? I WILL SLICE YOUR THROAT OPEN WITH MY FUCKING ICE SKATES!”

- “Yuri...calm down...”

- “NO, DID YOU NOT HEAR THE LIES THEY SAID ABOUT YOU?!”

- More angry Russian screaming

- He’ll do anything he can to raise your confidence

- It’s literally one of his main goals in life

- All he wants for you is to be happy and love yourself as much as he loves you

- If you’re ever sad or cry about how you look, he’ll immediately become the softest guy ever and comfort you

- “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met...I wish you could see yourself how everyone else sees you...”

- If there’s anything he could specifically do to improve your self-confidence, he wouldn’t hesitate to do so

- He’d probably end up going shopping with you to find you clothes that fit your body shape and that can help you feel more comfortable with yourself

- If you’re the type to wear baggy clothes to hide your body, he hates that and he’ll try to find you other clothes that you’re comfortable with yourself in

- He may be an angry Russian fairy, but he has a soft spot for you

- If you’re extra insecure about your body one day, he’ll hug you and tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

- All his words are genuine, he sees you as the most beautiful person in the world to him

- “I love you so much...you’re the most beautiful person in the world...on the inside and out,”

- All he wants for you is for you to be happy and confident, and he’ll do anything to help you gain confidence and be happier

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. 

brring...brring...brring...

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. 

brring...brring...brring...

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. 

brring...brring...brring... clunk

“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.

brring...brring...brring...

(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?”

okay let’s get one thing straight

he loves you to death

seriously

but that also means that he can be protective to a fault with you.

if he were to spot anyone flirting with you, he’d be livid.

which is why he was fighting back the urge to murder the guy that was trying to get in your pants

winking, sliding his hand near your waist.

the asshole’s lucky that yuri was waiting for the scores while this was happening, else someone would have been convicted.

luckily his scores were high

but tension was raging

like seriously.

victor was there and even he could feel the overwhelming amount of rage that was emanating from the shorter blonde

no one knew why, no one wanted to know why

all they knew was that they had to remain out of his way per chance that he’d get violent

luckily, you were there to help him and him you

so he had found other ways to channel his anger

and he had gotten particularly good at passive- aggressiveness in comparison to his outright aggression 

yep, he had grown! 

(you were proud to see that he had managed to avoid clocking anyone in the face).

sadly, this didn’t last long as he was practically a human battering ram once he got his scores and was able to leave

he was silent, though, so progress? 

either way, things didn’t seem like they were going to end well.

“so, when are you free next?”

“the next century, now if you’ll please excuse me-” 

you were wiggling around and trying to escape the guy that had cornered you, but he was persisting.

you could tell he was a competitor due to his jacket, but you failed to remember his name 

which made this all the worse, especially since it was all over the media - you and plisetsky are a couple

and he apparently was either blind or stupid.

“we can go to my hotel room after this, get some room service, and-”

“no, i’m leaving. move.”

“i don’t think so, darling.”

you glared into his eyes, and eventually started to rear back to kick him where the sun don’t shine.

THANKFULLY, yurio had jumped into the scenario right before you struck.

“i don’t think you got the hint, you ass.”

the slightly taller male that had cornered you stared down at him

“and who are you?”

ohohohooooo-

yurio is officially pissed.

but he knew to hold back due to your teachings to calm him down

so he decided to humiliate the guy instead of pound him into pieces

“you’re asking who i am, when you’re no more than a nameless face in the skating world.”

the guy looked incredulously at him, and when he tried to open his mouth, he was interrupted.

“i would tell you who i am, but that’d mean i’d be giving you the satisfaction of it, so - if they want to - i’ll leave my darling over here to it.”

he wrapped his arm around your waist, watching as you prepared to tear him a couple new assholes

“first off, his name’s yuri plisetsky. second off, you are a lowlife, and the press will be all over this given the fact that this just got caught on camera.”

said male froze in fear, slowly peeking around his shoulder to watch the people viewing the scene. 

“which also means that, considering your coach just witnessed this, a penalty is bound to happen to you. once people actually know your name, too, you’ll be crucified by the internet. have fun, you sorry sack of shit.”

he stood frozen (almost as much as the ice was), but you and yurio got away very quickly.

afterwards, over dinner in your shared hotel room, you teased him relentlessly. 

seriously, the look on his face as he tried to cover up his jealousy was adorable.

“were you jealous, baby?”

“no” - he totally was 

it was the cutest thing when he got jealous

but he always used your reaction against you when you got jealous as well.

(you weren’t as nice as he had learned to be)

(you legitimately pulled him away and wouldn’t let go of him for the rest of the night.)