(beauty and grace 😩🤚)

➯𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!

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i stand next to yakov and lilia, waiting for yurio's performace.

i think back to my performance last night.

... flashback ...

i held my breath, waiting for the results to come in, deciding my place.

suddenly i felt someone grab my hand, and i looked to see yurio next to me, looking up at the scoreboard on display.

i turned my attention back to the scores.

' and the final score for y/n katsuki is... 235.13! this puts her in first place! y/n katsuki wins gold in this years canada cup! the first competition of her grand prix! '

i had done it... holy shit I DID IT

before i could even breathe i was getting wrapped into a hug.

yurio buried his face in my hair.

"i knew you would do it y/n, you were amazing. and serves stupid ass JJ right."

"ahahah! thank you yuri..."

we suddenly realized how long we had been hugging.

we pushed each other back awkwardly.

"AHEM! uhm-uh... so..." i looked down avoiding eye contact.

"well don't stand here stupid piglet go get your medal! get on the podium dumbass!"

he started to push me down to the podium.

"okay okay! im going! relax- HEY WATCH THOSE HANDS KITTY BOY!"

... end ...

i smile to myself.

goddammit yurio... that was the happiest i'd been in a long time.

suddenly i hear the crowd start to cheer.

' and now from russia, our youngest competitor, yuri plisetsky! '

yuri walks out towards us. he looks confident, but not as much as he has been before...

i stifle a laugh, "wow yurio, lilia did your hair so pretty! just like a doll!"

"SHUT UP PIGLET I DIDN'T CHOOSE THIS!"

"you look perfect yuri, like a prima ballerina." lilia looks satisfied with her work.

"i did not sign up for this..." yuri takes off his jacket revealing his costume.

i'm not even gonna lie... he looks damn fine.

I DID NOT JUST THINK THAT!

i feel heat rise to my cheeks, but get snapped out of my thoughts when yuri stands directly in front of me. a little too closely for my taste...

i look up at him.

"you better be watching y/n, like you said before... keep your eyes on me. because i'm here to win. you're not the only one getting gold."

i stare him dead in the eyes.

"well then, i'll be waiting."

suddenly i hear an all too familiar and godawful annoying voice.

"yeah right! gold is mine this time. this is canada not russia, princess." 

yuri and i turn to him with glares.

"JJ, has anyone ever told you how much of an asshole you are?"

"nope, they usually tell me how hot and amazing i am! which i'm sure you will too, once you see me win and not him."

"you're disgusting."

"you're an annoying piece of shit, now get out of my way i have a competition to win."

and with that, yuri pushed everyone aside and got onto the ice, taking his place before the music starts.

"yuri, davai!"

-

time skippp

-

i look at the podium.

emil in 3rd, JJ in 1st, and yurio in 2nd.

i don't think i've ever seen yuri more pissed.

the rest of the night yuri didn't want to talk or even look at anyone. i tried comforting him but he constantly shrugged me off...

and quite honestly, i am getting FED UP WITH THIS PUNKS ATTITUDE!

he's gotten completely hostile towards me, somehow worse than before. what the fuck did i do? get first place? UGH he can be such an asshole!

who does he think he is?? he's getting all pissy over getting SECOND PLACE? and when there are still two other competitions? this was just the beginning for fuck's sake.

whatever, i'm done reaching out to him. he can act as rude as he wants, but he better not come crying to me for support next time.

-

it's finally the day we leave back to russia, and prepare for the rostelecom cup.

i just know this one will be exciting... yuuri and victor are going to be there! i haven't seen them in months, but i heard yuuri got second in his last competition, and did great in his short program.

plus having victor and yuuri there will give me someone else to talk to besides mister angry kitten over here.

i close my room door behind me, and roll out my luggage towards the elevators.

i get a text from lilia telling me they have a cab ready outside.

shit, if i'm any later i'll never hear the end of it.

i fast walk down the hall, turning the corner to the elevators when i bump into someone's back.

oh great... the last person i wanted to talk to right now.

i take a big step away from yuri, and i pull out my phone, scrolling through my home screen like i have something important to look at.

he barely glances at me and scoffs, turning back to face the elevator doors.

after what feels like an eternity of stiff silence, the elevator opens to our floor.

without hesitation yuri gets on wordlessly, not bothering to wait for me.

i have to practically run into the elevator before the doors closed.

this little shit...

we stand as far from each other as we can, leaning on opposite walls.

"you must feel so good about yourself, getting first in your opening competition." he sneers.

i have never been so provoked to hit a man.

"..." 

i decide it's best to stay silent, or i might end up saying or doing something i'll seriously regret.

"oh, too good to respond to me now?!"

OKAY. FUCK WHAT I SAID EARLIER, THAT'S IT.

i whip my head to look him in the eyes.

"what the fuck is your problem? i'm sorry you didn't do as good as you hoped, but that gives you no right to take out your frustrations on other people. two days ago you couldn't be happier for me winning gold, and now because you got second you treat me like trash? i have done nothing but try and support you!"

he looks down silently.

"alright. i see how it is."

i walk across the elevator standing in right in front of him.

"you're only happy when things go your way. i should've known by the way you skate agape. there's a complete lack of unconditional love. so unless you really plan on winning, you better figure that out. until then, don't bother trying to talk to me."

' 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌! '

the elevator dings and the doors open to the hotel lobby.

perfect timing...

i turn and walk out, not sparing a second glance.

i don't care anymore if that was harsh, it's the truth.

without some unconditional love, without caring for himself and others at their worst and best, he'll never get anywhere.

-

the car ride was silent, and on the plane lilia still had us sit together, so i put my bag in between us, staring out the window the whole time.

he hasn't said much at all to anyone since. he's mainly look at the ground and his phone.

well with all that silence, he better be thinking about what i said.

either way, i refuse to talk to him until he changes his attitude.

although as much as i miss hearing his voice...

let's just hope he figures himself out by the time we have the rostelecom cup... for both of our sakes.

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➯𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!

𝙖/𝙣

some shit just went down oh damn-😳

i mean what's a fanfiction without a little... ✨drama✨