Dreams Do Come True // Yuri!!! On Ice

GLORY

•3rd POV•
Yuuri was still in bed, asleep, while (y/n) and Viktor were waiting at the rink.
Opening his eyes, Yuuri looked at his phone, his eyes widening when he saw the time. Immediately jumping up, he spun in circles, dressing while doing so.
When he was dressed, Makachin looking at him confused, he ran all the way to the ice rink.
When he entered the rink, sweating, he saw Viktor standing in the middle of the rink and facing away from him. Where was (y/n)?
"SORRY IM LATE!" exclaimed Yuuri.
"You're late. Only Aerofloat has kept me waiting this long," said Viktor, turning around with his eyes closed and a smile on his face. Running toward the ice and bending down, Yuuri started apologizing to Viktor.
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"Where's (y/n)?" Yuuri asked, taking his skateguards off. She was obviously here, her bag was laying on the bench.
"Oh, she's gone," Viktor said, just now realizing the (h/c) haired girl had disappeared.
"HUH?! YOU DON'T KNOW WHERE SHE IS?!" Yuuri practically screamed, a tick mark appearing on his head as worry built up in his stomach.
Yuuri and Viktor looked around the rink, still not finding the girl. Where was she? Is she okay? Is she hurt? Sad?
-With Reader-
"I miss you, Yurio," the (h/c)(-ette) said, sitting on the girls bathroom floor, smiling at the phone screen which displayed Yuri Plisetsky's face. He had a small smile laying across his pale features as he looked at the girl smiling back at him.
"Honestly, I think I liked being in Hasetsu with you better than being here without you. I guess you could say I miss you, too," he responded, a blush on his cheeks. The girl gave a giggle in return as she felt a tight feeling in her chest and a fluttery feeling in her stomach.
She had finally accepted the fact that she had romantic feelings for the blonde. But, even though she did, and if he shared the same feelings, she couldn't bring herself to date him. She wanted to, oh-so-badly, but she didn't want to hurt herself over knowing that she also has feelings for the other Russian and her Japanese best friend. She didn't know if the other two feelings were romantic or not.
"How's it going back in Hasetsu? Are you choreographing a free skate yet?" The blonde asked, looking at (y/n) on the screen. His heart fluttered at every word she said and at every gesture she made.
"Yeah, I'm still trying to get music though. Speaking of, how about you? Have you got anything yet?" She asked. The male in question looked away sheepishly.
"No..." His voice trailed off. (Y/n) laughed, seeing the male in such a bashful state. The males green eyes widened and his blush grew. He could barley breath, his heart started to beat faster. Wow. Who would've known a small-town female figure skater, who is not well-known, could make the Russian Punk, the Ice Tiger, feel this way. However she did it, he loved it.

He thinks he loves her.

"Yuri, get off the phone and start practice. Someone is coming to meet you today," a gruff voice said in Russian. The man who spoke was the one (y/n) came to learn was named 'Yakov'. Apparently, he was Viktor's ex-coach and Yurio's current. The girl felt a pout come upon her face as she heard that Yurio had to leave.
"Uh, I have to go, (y/n). It was nice talking to you. Please, call again later*," Yurio said, a bit upset that his conversation with the girl had been cut short. They would've sat talking to each other all day if they could have. But, like always, something will always ruin the good you have in a day.
"Okay, I'll call back when I get a chance. Bye, Yurio~" the girl said, dragging out the 'o' on his nickname. Even though he hated being called by that, he never stopped her from saying it. He liked the way it sounded, coming from her mouth and rolling off her tounge.
"Bye," the Russian said, flashing a slight smile before he ended the call.
'Great. Now I have no one to really talk to. I have Yuuri, but he's practicing. Viktor will probably be all up on me again and/or flirting with Yuuri. Damn. It's my favorite ship, but it's troublesome,' (y/n) thought, standing up from the floor. Wiping her behind off, she started to walk out. When she opened the door, she heard it hit something and that something fell to the floor. She looked behind the door only to see a silverette lying on the floor, crocodile tears coming out and rubbing his forehead.
"Oops. Sorry," she said, not sounding very honest. Or sorry at all.
"Where were you? Yuuri and I have been looking all over for you," Viktor said, standing up and now looking down at the female.
"I was in the restroom. Obviously," she said, walking past him and toward the benches. She didn't know why, but ever since Yurio left, she has felt kind of distant. And it worried the other two males.
"There you are, (y/n)!" She heard a voice shout in Japanese.
"Here I am," she responded, not sounding enthusiastic. Yuuri pouted slightly and then smiled.
"Well, since we found you, we can start practice," Yuuri said.
'It's not like I was stopping you,' she thought sarcastically. Nodding, she gave a small smile, even though she didn't want to**.
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Yuuri was out on the ice, putting together his free skate. While he was doing that, Viktor instructing him, (y/n) sat on one of the benches, scrolling through her Instagram.
While looking through, she noticed a few... Odd posts. One was posted by a fan and it was a side-by-side of her and Yuuri when they both performed their short programs. The caption read: 'Yuuri Katsuki and (y/n) were totally matching with their short program uniforms!'
Oh boy. Did they really look that much alike? (Compare the uniform I displayed and Yuuri's. I did that intentionally :3) Some other posts had been similar to that one.
The girl lifted her head up from her phone when she heard a crash. Looking over, she saw Yuuri lying on the ice.
"You usually flub your jumps when something's on your mind. What is it?" Viktor asked, standing behind the barrier. Oh, something was definitely on Yuuri's mind.
'What's wrong with (y/n)? Ever since Yurio left, she's acted differently. Does she---' CRASH!
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Later that day, back at the inn, Yuuri and Viktor were in the outside onsen while (y/n) was inside doing whatever (y/n) does in her free time.
Making tea***.
"Yuuri, I think we should scratch having 3 quads in your free skate," Viktor said, sitting down on the edge of the onsen, buttnaked, legs open, and all his glory laying about****.
"But-," Yuuri went to protest, turning around, but stopped when he saw Viktor doing his stretches wITH ALL HIS RUSSIAN GLORY SPLAYED FOR THE WORLD TO SEE*****.
"I-if I'm going to win the Grand Prix, I'll need those," he said, looking down at the water.
"Jumps and quads aren't the only things that get you points. Presentation counts a lot too," Viktor said, starting to stand up.
"Yuuri, do you know why I decided to become your coach(COUGH COUGH-CHOKE)?" Viktor said, walking toward the male in the water.
"Huh?" Yuuri asked, looking up only to be met with Viktor's (GLORIOUS) face.
"Because of the music," Viktor started to say.
"I was drawn to you because it was like your body was making the music," the Russian said, holding Yuuri's hands.
"I want to create a difficult program to maximize that factor," Viktor started to pull Yuuri out of the water and made him do a pose where one leg was in the air and his arm was held above him.
"Oi, lovebirds. Everyone's staring. By the way, there's tea in the dining area. It's Forest Fruit(my fave)," the two males heard a familiar voice from behind them. The two of them looked only to be met with (y/n). She was standing there like there wasn't two perfectly sculpted males, naked, standing in front of her. She had a hand on her hip, which was jutted out to the side and a very, very small blush on her face. Man, at least she can hide a blush. But only for a short amount of time.
"Hurry up or you'll get a cold. Or, you can stay and make all these men think this will turn into a BL scene," she said, turning around to walk back inside. The two males looked after her retreating form in shock. What was that attitude? AND A BL SCENE?! REALLY?!
The males blinked twice before realizing that the other men in the bathing area were in fact looking at them. One man was covering a young child's eyes and another older man had his hands in a prayer position.
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In the dressing room, Yuuri sat on the bench in his boxers while Viktor had a green yukata(?) on and was closing a locker.
Yuuri was talking on the phone with his ex-coach, Celestino.
"Yuuri! Ciao, ciao! I haven't seen you since the Grand Prix. I heard that Viktor was your coach now. And what about (y/n)? Pichit says he really misses her," Celestino said. Viktor turned his head toward the Japanese male hearing his name coming through the phone.
"Uh, sorry," Yuuri apologizes.
"Why are you apologizing?" Celestino asked, watching Pichit practice.
"Ciao ciao, Celestino! I'm Viktor!" Viktor shouted through the phone when he heard the door open. The two males looked up to see (y/n) walking in the dressing area, carrying towels and placing them on a rack for others.
"Is that Celestino? Tell him to tell Pichit I said 'hi'," she said, walking out without another word. Yuuri nodded and went back to talking to Celestino.
"Pichit! (Y/n) says hi," Celestino said to Pichit, who in return yelled '(y/n)!'
"So, Viktor. You're playing coach in Japan? You should quit," Celestino had gotten a tad upset voice.
"Hey, hey. Why didn't you let Yuuri choose his program music?" Viktor asked, sitting down beside Yuuri, who was still in his boxers.
"Huh? I usually pick the music for my students, but I let them choose if they want," Celestino explained.
"Yuuri only brought me a piece once. I believe it was composed by an acquaintance. It wasn't bad, but...," Celestino trailed off.