To Know You [Yuri Plisetsky x Reader]

6

"What the hell did they do to you in there? Why didn't you call me? Did you lose your virginity to one of those freaks?" My dad had me by the wrist now and was dragging me to his car, firing questions at me like they were real bullets.

"Dad," I tried, but he kept at it. "Dad- Dad!" I yanked my wrist away from his, causing sharp pain in my torn elbows. "They didn't do anything! I just fell a lot on my first day; they were trying to help me! And losing my virginity to them? They're gay!"

"Another reason to keep an eye out for them." He got into the driver's seat while I slid into shotgun. The truck's engine roared to life as my dad turned the key and proceeded to drive away from the rink. "Maybe... Maybe you really shouldn't do ice skating. It's what your mother wanted."

This statement brought me back to what he said about Uncle Viktor. "You yelled at my uncle because he seemed like Mum... Why was that a bad thing?"

He took a hand off the wheel and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. "Listen, Y/n, it didn't come out right when I said it." I raised an eyebrow. "I loved your mother. I loved everything about her, and I love that you have so much of her inside you."

"...But?"

"But she was reckless. She got hurt a lot, and she never let me help her. She always brushed it off to go and do more crazy shenanigans. Her mind was too open; she-she couldn't seem to understand the difference of reality and her own fantasies." He fell silent and slouched in his seat, continuing to drive.

"She loved Uncle Viktor... Everything about him. Why are you so against him being ga-"

"Not everything."

"What..?"

"She didn't love everything about her brother, Y/n. She was against homosexuals as much as I. She just never showed it to you because she didn't want to influence your opinion. I guess, after she died, I forgot about that rule."

"But she went to his wedding?"

"What do you expect? It was her brother. Even if they had contrasting views they were still related. I only got to skip because I was just her boyfriend at the time. I wasn't obliged to do anything."

The truck was quiet for too long of a time, and I sighed awkwardly.

"Y/n?" I looked at my dad. "What is your opinion of your uncle? I mean, I don't like him personally, but..."

"Why not? He's a nice guy." I turned in my seat to face him. I could tell we were almost home. We had recently moved, so we were closer to our relatives now.

"Yes, I know, but I just don't like him."

"Is it because he reminds you of Mum?"

"I thought so, but I realized that I had never liked him. Maybe it was because he was too nice. That sounds crazy, I know, but it's almost fake. I've never seen the guy swear, or yell at someone, or even frown. He seems to always smile whenever I see him. Especially when he's skating. Whether he's on his own or in front of a crowd, he always looks so...so happy. He always has time for his fans and family, and he gives such great advice, and- I don't know- I guess I'm upset about that?"

"You're jealous of Uncle Viktor."

My father grunted, hearing the truth. Any connection between him and me had dissipated, and he looked just as upset as he did when we left. "I'm not. I wouldn't ever be jealous of someone like him. Dopey grin, homosexual, balding head. Who wants that?"

"Yuuri does," I shrugged and opened the passenger door as we parked in front of my house. "They both seem really happy with each other."

"That's another thing," my dad began, slamming the door. He started to rant, jealousy probably consuming him. "Viktor is just this perfect guy, and he settles for trash like Yuuri. The boy is three years younger than him and he's mentally disabled- no, unstable. He's nearly the opposite of your uncle. I rarely see him smile. Either he looks sad, or shocked, or awkward."

"He smiles when he's with Uncle Viktor," I contradicted, both of us walking inside. I smiled myself realizing this, but then I frowned. "Wait, what do you mean he's 'mentally unstable'?"

"The kid looks like he has anxiety or something." He shrugged and walked into the kitchen, walking out again with a bottle of tequila. I pouted at my dad and crossed my arms. "What."

"Didn't Mum tell you to stop drinking? It's not good for you. And aren't you forgetting something? What's so bad about Yuuri having anxiety?"

My dad's face went into a deadpan, but I didn't budge. My pout became a full fledged poker face, and I've been told I'm very good at those. "Number one, child, your mother can't tell me what to do. She's not even alive anymore so get it out of your head that she can control me." My face fell, and my eyes went wide. He said it as if he didn't even care. "Number two, you belong to me. I tell you what's good for what, and what isn't, not the other way around." He began to walk toward me, his knuckles turning white from how hard he gripped his bottle.

"Dad- if you hold your bottle too hard it's gonna shatter and-"

"Number three. Yuuri is already the most pathetic piece of crap I've ever met. His anxiety is just a call for attention, it's not even a real thing. Anyone who claims to have anxiety is just begging through their overgrown bangs and black hoodies for people to notice them. Anxiety isn't real. It's a child's game. Yuuri is a child, and your uncle could've done so much better. Like a girl. That kid needs to leave, and that balding idiot needs to get his priorities straight with someone who isn't the same sex as him- Why are you crying?"

My dad loomed over me, practically spitting every word at me. I hadn't realized the tears spilling over until he mentioned it, but I didn't care right now. "I have anxiety." He raised an eyebrow and turned to me when I shoved past him, heading upstairs to my bedroom.

"What do you mean you-"

"I take the pills! I avoid society! I keep my mouth shut most of the time!" I yelled at him as I stomped up the stairs, not caring how loud I was. "I was diagnosed two years ago! Mum took me! Mum held me when I cried! Mum told me I was okay! What did you do? You drank! You hid in the kitchen and watched soccer on your phone with another bottle of death to your lips! Now tell me, is this enough to catch your attention, father?!"

I finished screaming at my dad and ran to my room, slamming my door and diving onto my bed to cry.

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Wow- did it get too heated near the end?

I'm sorry if I offended anyone in this chapter :o

I'd just like to say that other than the fact that Viktor is perfect, I don't agree with anything I had the father say.

I don't know if Y/n's reaction in this chapter was realistic- I don't have anxiety, but I have friends who do, and I find people dismissing it a really bad issue, so I felt the need to write about it. Anxiety is a real deal, and even though I don't have it, I care about anyone who does. I based this reaction after how I'd react, if someone told me depression (which I do have) wasn't real or was just a call for attention.

A lot of people are mean; they don't understand, but I do. I may not have certain disorders, but I care about those who do. I'm sure authors say this a lot, but if any of you guys have a problem, disorder-related or not, I'm here to talk. Just DM me :)

One more thing-

I'm just an author. There are writers on Wattpad who get annoyed if their readers don't comment on how the writer's day was, or they get upset because no one seems to care about their personal life. Yeah- that's not me. I'm not one for "Ask Author-chan" things, I'm just here to write. However, if for some reason you guys want to know stuff about me, just comment your questions and I'll make a chapter for it. There are three things I obviously won't answer: 1) My real name. 2) My address (duh). 3) My age.

These are just safety precautions that I'm sure anyone would follow. Anyway, don't feel obliged about this. I won't feel anything if you guys don't ask about me; I won't put it into a rant chapter.

As always, feedback and suggestions always appreciated!

Love ya kiwis!

~Hedgehog-chan