#yurixreader

‘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 

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You walked up the steps to Yuri’s place and slid open the door.

“H-hello!  Where is everyone?”  You called out.  Suddenly, arms wrapped around your waist and you were lifted onto someone’s shoulders.

“(Y/N)!!!” Victor drew out the last syllable.  You smiled, patting his head.

“Hey Victor.  Where’s Yuri?”  Victor glanced at you.

“He’s in the kitchen.”

“And everyone else is away on a trip.” Yuri finished, walking in to place food on the table.

“OH!  Yuri!” you jumped -well, more so fell- off Victors shoulders and strangled Yuri into a hug.  He hugged you back, a huge smile on his face and Victor decided to join the hug.

“Look!  We’re like a happy little family!”  Victor chimed.  You chuckled and broke away from the hug.  Yuri spoke up with an excited tone.

“Food’s ready.  Let’s eat!”  The three of you pulled away from each other, Victor lingering a bit longer, before following you over to Yuri.

“You made pork cutlet bowls?! Why am I not surprised, Yuri!” You laughed. His face turned red and he smiled.

“Yeah, Yuri is just like a pork cutlet bowl. He is round like the bow-”

“Ok, ok Victor. Let’s just eat.” You had cut him off in favor of trying to save Yuri’s ego. The boys smiled and you all dug in to your food.

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You woke up, forgetting where you were. Rolling over, you came face to face with Yuri. You kicked your legs out from surprise and fell onto the floor with a loud bang.

“Oof!” You heard from under you. Your wrists were grabbed and you were pulled back.

“Good morning (y/n). You look lovely in the morning.” Victor purred into your ear. You shivered and cringed at the thought of your morning face and unkempt hair. You rolled off Victor, standing up. He mumbled something in another language and you frowned, finding it odd.  He reached for your wrist again but you stepped away. This caused Victor to grab Yuri’s ankle instead, which was hanging off the side of the bed. Yuri yelped as Victor tugged him down.

“G-good morning Victor!” Yuri stammered.

“Oh, good morning Yuri!” Victor responded. You laughed and the boys followed suit, losing their tired morning eyes as their chuckles filled the air.  You made your way to the kitchen and grabbed a box of cereal and some milk, pouring yourself a bowl.  You knew where everything was, considering how many times you had been to Yuri’s house and the fact that not much had changed.  You sat down on the couch, starting to eat your cereal.  You were contemplating what had happened last night that you had decided to sleep over.  You assumed that you for sure, and probably Yuri, had gotten drunk, with both of you being the lightest of the lightweights.  Victor, you weren’t sure.  Chuckling to yourself you picked up your phone and started scrolling through social media.  Yuri’s most recent post had the three of you eating supper last night.  He had tagged you and Victor, so you clicked on Victors username and proceeded to almost choke on your cereal.  VICTOR NIKIFOROV?!  You shook your head at how stupid you had been for not realizing sooner.  Slapping your phone onto the couch, you went and washed your dishes.  Sitting back down you turned on the tv.  Footsteps could be heard from the bedroom now.  You turned the volume up on the tv, sinking further into the couch.

“Aha!  Found you (y/n)!”  you hummed in response and turned around, realizing it must be Victor.  Before you could turn completely, something was placed over your eyes.  Your hands flew up to pull it off, but larger hands gripped your wrists.

“Hahaha!  Could you let go?  Please....?”  You shivered when his breath fanned against the back of your neck.

“Have you ever wanted to see Russia?”  You pondered for a moment, unsure how to respond.  

“I, uhm, yes.  Yuri and I thought maybe we could go sometime, he’s always wanted to-”  Victor’s hand clamped over your neck, a nervous chuckle that sounded like it bordered on delirium escaped his mouth.  

“You wont be going to Russia with Yuri.  It’ll be me instead.”

“Huh?  W-what do you mean?”  you stammered, muffled by his hand.  It must be a joke.  You barely knew Victor and Yuri should be coming for breakfast soon, right?

“Victor..?”  you managed to squeak out from behind his hand.

“Yes, (y/n)?” he hummed.  Taking a deep breath as he removed his hand, you asked him a question.

“Why do you want to take me to Russia with you?  I barely know you.”

“Hmm~  Good question.  Maybe I just feel like it.  But maybe, despite barely knowing each other, I can tell we were made for each other.”  You thrashed against him, figuring no one, especially someone with such a good reputation, would take a joke this far.

“No, please don’t take me anywhere.  We are NOT made for each other and taking me to Russia against my will is, against the law!  Yuri, will be here any second, and he’ll have you leave!” you yelled, hoping Yuri would hear.

“Yuri is having a nice, long sleep right now.  Besides, I’m taking you to Russia, regardless of the law.”  You paled, understanding what he meant.  Then you were jolted forward by a harsh force against your head.  Darkness rushed forward, catching you in it’s grasp.

———————————————

You awoke with a jolt.  Recalling the event that took place a few hours ago, you took in your surroundings.  Victor was beside you, holding your hand. He seemed to be sleeping. You looked to your left, taking note that you were on a plane, sitting by a window. You could see snow covering the ground. You couldn’t believe Victor had taken you away from Japan. Stretching, you knew you had to do something. The flight you were taking back to Europe was departing in a few hours and you had to get home. You had to. After another half hour, the plane landed. You grabbed a ticket from Victor’s pocket and stood up, snatching the bag under your chair and stepping over him carefully. Dashing off the plane you rushed into the terminal. Upon looking around, you realized there were no signs in English, much to your dismay. You turned one way and another until deciding to follow the majority of the crowd to what looked like an exit. You hadn’t taken many steps until an iron grip was around your wrist. You tried to pull away but only got dragged closer to your kidnapper.

“It’s just me (y/n). Calm down, and don’t ever try that again.” Victor hissed into your ear. You took in a shaky breath and nodded. Victor smiled and turned you both around. To anyone watching, nothing seemed abnormal. Unless they looked closer and noticed the panic look and bruise forming around your wrist. Victor led you through the airport, somehow escaping mobs of people who chased after him, wanting pictures or autographs. You two finally made it outside where a cab was waiting. Getting into the back, Victor put the bags in the teunk and gave the address to the driver. Soon enough the cab arrived at the most luxurious looking apartment complex you had ever seen. You helped Victor grab the baggage this time, and you took the elevator up to the fifth floor. He ushered you inside and locked the door behind you. You almost forgot your predicament when you saw how nice it was.

“Welcome home (y/n)!” Victor chimed. Your situation hit you like a brick once again. You crumpled to the floor in a break down.

“Take me back to Yuri! Bring me back to Europe!” you sobbed. Victor crouched down beside you, wiping the tears from your face.

“Don’t cry. You’re better off without Yuri. Better off nowhere near him. I can’t bring you to Europe, because then you’ll be leaving me! Besides, Russia is your home now. Your home is with me!” Victor whispered. You tried to control your sobbing, but the tears just came harder. Victor picked you up, holding you close. You tried to push him away but he just held you tighter. Giving up, you sobbed into his chest, soaking his shirt with tears. He kissed your head and sat down on the couch, rocking you back and forth.

———————————————

You opened your eyes, feeling fatigue wash over you. It had been weeks since Victor had taken you. He had announced you as his significant other when the coach asked why he wouldn’t stop bringing you to practice. Now the whole world knew, and they all believed it. Despite everything, Victor was taking such good care of you, sometimes you could forget you had been kidnapped and didn’t want this. You would only get reminded of the truth when you said something that didn’t sit well with Victor, or refused to listen to him. He always put you back in place, quickly and effectively. You sighed, rolling out of bed. Waking up Victor, he kissed you good morning.  You both got ready for the day, packing duffle bags with changes of clothes and your skates.  You hopped into Victor’s sleek sports car and he drove you both over to the rink for another performance.  Victor had, of course, managed to make his coach put you into most of Victor’s routines in any performances.  Upon arriving at the rink, you managed to make out one familiar person in the throngs of people.  It was Yuri.  

“Victor, I’m just going to use the washroom.” you said.  He nodded.

“Ok (y/n), just be back in 5 minutes or I’m coming to get you.” you swallowed down your nerves and walked towards the washrooms.  As soon as you couldn’t see Victor, you booked it.  Dashing about, some people here and there tried to call out and talk to you, but you ignored them in favor of finding one person.  You finally saw him.

“YURI!  Yuri!” you panted.  He turned to look at you and you threw your arms around him.  

“Oh Yuri, please!  We must leave now!  He can’t see you, or me, or us.  Please Yuri we must-” Yuri shushed you with a finger.

“Calm down (y/n).  Who?”

“V-Victor.  He kidnapped me!”  Panic was starting to set into you once more.  

“W-what?!  No, he would never.” Yuri stammered.

“But he did.  Yuri we must leave/  Please believe me, I would never lie.  Our time is running out.”  Yuri frowned, caught in thought, but a gentle tug on his sleeve had him sighing.  

“Aren’t you and Victor happy?  Aren’t you two a couple?” Yuri choked out.  You shook your head vigorously.  

“No.  I like you Yuri.  Always have.  Your faces shone red and you both leaned towards each other, your lips sealing the deal.  Camera flashes blinded your peripheral and gasps and murmurs were heard all around.

“Let’s get going then, (y/n). Yuri whispered.  You nodded and grabbed his hand, glad you were getting out of there.  You both dashed towards the doors of the stadium. 

——————————————— Yuri’s ending

Running out through the doors, Yuri flagged down a cab.  Helping you in, you told the driver to go to the airport.  

What exactly are you doing in Russia Yuri?” you asked him after a moment of pondering.

“Oh.  I saw a post about you and Victor performing here.  I missed you so much, I had to come see you, and, well- I really do like you.  I didn’t want to believe you’d just leave like that with Victor.  It just isn’t you.  So I came for answers.  I’m glad I found you.”  Yuri smiled a gentle smile and you leaned against him.

“Thank you, Yuri.  I’m so glad you saved me.  I really like you too.”  The cab stopped, pulling up to the airport.  Yuri hopped out, offering his hand to you.  Grabbing it you followed him into the airport and up to a booth.  There were a few tickets left for a flight to Japan that left in 5 minutes.  It was too good to be true.

“From there we can grab our stuff and then head to Europe.” Yuri stated.  You nodded, liking the plan.  You and Yuri made your way to the terminal and boarded the plane.

“Thank you Yuri, I don’t know what I would have done without you.” you sighed.  Yuri grabbed your hand in his own.

“Haha, I’m glad I could help you.  I love you, (y/n).”

“I love you too, Yuri.”

——————————————— Victor’s ending

“Oh! Yuri! Luck!” You both froze in your tracks. A hand landed on Yuri’s shoulder and the other gripped your wrist so tight you thought it might pop off.

“V-Victor!” you started. “We were just- I just-” your words were spilling out almost incoherently.

“I saw (y/n) and came to say hi!” Yuri broke in. “It’s been a while! You both left so abruptly, I wasn’t sure what to think.” He almost hissed the last part at Victor, who only forced a smile onto his face. But his eyes were a different story. They were wild with fury, the blue looking nowhere near as pretty as it normally was. He knew something was up.

“Now, Yuri. (Y/n) and I have a performance we need to perform in. Good day.” Victor whipped around, dragging you along as you turned back for Yuri, but he was already lost in the crowd. You looked up at your captor.

“Victor I-”

“You thought you could LEAVE me!! I saw you take his hand. He was going to take you.” Victor was seething now. “Never. I will never let you out of my sight again.” Sitting down on the bench, Victor pulled off your jacket, and grabbed your skates. You tried standing up but he forced you back down. He grabbed your feet and slid your skates on, lacing them up and then doing up his own. He gripped your hand and took you out to the ice. Skating towards the centre, music started filtering out of the speakers. The crowd cheered and yelled as you and Victor sarted to do impossibly complicated twirls and spins together. At that moment; you caught sight of Yuri. He reached out his hand and you reached out your own, fingers brushing, but Victor grabbed your hand in his own and glared at Yuri. Victor spun you around and pulled you close to himself.

“You’re mine.” He whispered in your ear. Everything about him was cold.

Just like the ice he so adored.

Yuri: Physical Touch and Acts of Service 

It’s no secret that Yuri is…well, secretive. He’s a man of mystery that sends even the toughest of detectives for a loop. This natural habit to act with discretion filters into his own personal relationships. You see, Yuri is full of flattery. His honey tongue attacks everyone and anyone. While many think compliments are his way of expression, they’re not. Ninety percent of what comes from his mouth is empty flattery and shouldn’t be investigated beyond that. It’s a waste of time to analyze what the man says, time that should be invested into his actions. Yuri is a conservative person when action is not necessary, so if he feels comfortable enough to casually touch you?? Congrats! You’ve broken down one of his walls. He gives up time for you? Congrats! You have half of Fodlan’s underworld practically at your beck and call. You see my friends; Yuri is all about investment. He does nothing without thoroughly thinking over how it will benefit him. Therefore, him willingly doing acts of service for you, spending his limited time with you, offering physical affection, etc. are important. When Yuri loves he doesn’t pause to plot out his next move. He just does what feels right. 

Balthus: Physical Touch 

C’mon. The guy is literally called the “grappling king,” how do you think he got that name? His fighting style? Pshh. Balthus is all about physical affection. Friend, foe, lover, etc. Balthus doesn’t hold out on anyone. When Balthus cares he treats every meeting like a reunion. It’s always full of excitement and joy (with bragging in the mix). However, when Balthus loves he is tender. He doesn’t treat them as if they’re glass, heck no. Balthus lives off play-wrestling! Yet in addition to those moments he also allows them to see his more vulnerable side. Only people he loves receive tender hugs or pats on the head. Only people he loves get to hug him for warmth. Only people he adores get permission to comb the great grappling king’s hair!  

Hapi: Quality Time 

This one is obvious. What is something Hapi appreciates more than anything? Freedom. She values her time and ability to move around. Hapi’s time is important to her and she is painfully aware how easily life can turn around. Wasting it is something she never does, ever. Hapi greets every day knowing a single sigh could take lives, and that with the flick of a wrist she can easily return to a prison. So, imagine her willingly giving up her time for someone when it isn’t necessary. Imagine being her first choice when pairing off for battle, imagine her training at your side instead more efficiently by herself, imagine her asking to join you in the sauna, imagine her taking the little free time she has to spend quality time at your side. This is how Hapi behaves when she loves. Of course, she’s as sassy as always; her personality doesn’t change much in comparison to with other people. When Hapi loves she simply choses to share her valued time.

 Constance: Giving Gifts 

Constance is materialistic. Fact. She is not good with accepting vulnerability and dislikes showing signs of weakness. Stubborn? Yes. Constance views the world as her chess board and giving anyone a leg up puts her in line for check mate. People that she cares for are no exception.  If you want Constance to compliment you it will be like finding a needle in a haystack of words. She’ll sneak it in so well that it will almost always fly over your head. It’s much easier to pay attention to the gifts she gives. Constance has no shortage of presents to share, though they may not always be the most jovial. For people she’s trying to butter up Constance normally sends something plain and impersonal. Yet it’s different for people she cares for. Constance thinks that a good gift is a practical one. You may not be the most excited for it, but she looks beyond that. In other words, Constance is a provider. If she always tries to assure you have what you need then you’ve successfully gained her affections.

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. 

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.

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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?”