Fallen Star (a yuri!!!on ice x male!reader)

This will be my life from now on ...

UPDATE:

!!!!Due to a weird glitch that made the previous chapter unavaible I would ask you to read the chapeter in the external link -which you can find at the bottom of the page- (ignoring the text in bold) before reading this chapter !!!!

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Ok, this was a freaking DRAFT the wole time?!!! I totally thought this was uploaded by now... well, less work for me. I just need to make some small corrections where needed.

WHAT IS UP WITH ALL THIS LOVE FOR THIS AWFUL STORY?! I WAS THINKING OF DROPPING THIS Y'A KNOW?! But then I come back and see so much love ... I just couldn't do it. Welp, now I need to remeber what this stupid plot was all about ... I hope you are proud, you nice persons XD

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(m/N) felt warm and comfortable. He didn't want to wake up, but he had to. This was just one of those mornings he wanted to lay in bed all day, you know? One of those mornings when your bed feels warmer, you sheets comfier and your body pillow alive...WAIT, WHAT?! 

(m/n)'s eyes flung open as he leaped ten feet away from his futon. He didn't own a living body pillow, heck he didn't own a body pillow at all! The (blond/brunet/etc.) was meet by a confused growl that came from a sleppy blond Russian. (M.n)'s brain took a few secconds to process the information. 'Oh right...'

He and Yuri arrived at Lilia's place that night and since Yakov slept on the couch (and Lilia's room was obviously off limits) the two ended up in some improvised futons (what can I say, their stay in Japan rubbed on them). Long story short they started in different futons and ended up in the same one. 

"What are you doing in my futon, idiot!?" Yurio yelled, and (m/n) could swear he saw a faint blush on the blond's cheeks.

"Could ask you the same" The older male repiled, trying to surpress his own blush...WAIT WHAT?! Since when did (m/n) blush at a little (*cough*a little more*cough*) physycal contact? Well, this morning was just full of surprises, wasn't it?

Letting out an awkward cough (m/n) pulled himself up. He noticed Yurio string intenselt at him.

"What?" The (blond/brunet/etc.) male asked.

"Did you get that scar back at the last tournament?" The small Russian asked before he could stop himself. (m/n) turned his gaze away, pulling his hair down in order to cover the small scar on his forehead. "Yes" he replied in a hushed tone. Feeling bad for asking, Yurio decided to change the subject.

"Anyway, why do you sleep with that freaking flu-mask on!?"

"Because I can" The taller male replied sticking his tongue out. At (m/n)'s words Yurio jumped foward to take the flu mask off. Turns out the blond is not as gratefull on land as he was on ice because he tripped over his own feet. The russian boy closed his eyes, waiting to hit the flor. However, Yurio's body never made contact with the floor because a pair of strong arms wrapped themselves protectively around him.

"Are you ok?" (m/n) asked from beneath Yuri. By this point, Yuri's face was pretty similar to a tomato... a pretty tsundere tomato.

 Before the other had a chance to respond, the door to the room opened revealing a very pissed-off looking Lilia. The woman looked like she wanted to say something, but, afther seeing the two, she decided to reduce her mini-speech about how 'she preffers not to be woken up by two noisy kids' to "Behave you two". The former ballerina then closed the door leaving two flustered males behind.

"Wait, you missunderstood!" The two yelled at the same time, realising how this all looked right now.

***Timeskip brought to you by breakfast***

"[...] and assuming (m/n) will win the tornament that is held in (y/c) that solves the problem" Yackov conclued.

Since the moment they seteled at the dining table, Yackov started to debate the subject of qualification for the Grand Prix Final. One one hand (m/n) was gratefull, he didn't have to take his flu mask off, but on the other hand (m/n) was hungry.

"Just take that darn mask off already" Yurio mumbled. 

Sighing, the (blond/brunet/etc.) realised he didn't have a choice as slowly removed his mask.

"I do not understan why you insist on covering your face" Lilia stated, looking at the male's handsome features. (M/n) did nor respond as he shoved a spoon-full of (favurite breakfast) down his throath. 

The rest of the breakfast continued in an uncomfortable silence, untill (m/n)'s phone buzzed. (M/n) choose to ignore it since it was from an unknown number -some silly fangirl he assumed- but after the fourth time it rang, the male escused himself from the table and stepped in the hallway.

"What the heck do you want?" (M/n) snapped, picking up the call.

-"(N/n) so meannn*" The voice on the other side sung. Recognizing the voice, (m/m) sighed in annoyance.

"What do you want Vicktor?"

"I just wanted to say hi! Sooo ... HI!" The man replied cherfully "Yuri also wanted to say hi! I gave him your number to"

"What is this all about? You surely didn't call just to say 'hi'" (m/n) asked.

Vicktor's voice suddenly became serious.

"Are you ok (m/n)?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He replied, his voice shaking a bit.

"I know you've been through a lo-"

"You don't know me!" The (blond/brunete/etc.) snapped. "... I- sorry. You just wanted to make sure that I was ok and here I am, yelling at you."

"It's fine. It happens sometimes." The male said in a kind voice " You said you found what you were looking for when you came to Japan. Yuri is indeed a great inspiration. Actually the two of you are pretty similar. You should get to know each-other"

"Is this your way of saying that be both of us did awfull at the last tournament or sugessting I have no friends?" (m/n) half-asked half- joked.

"(M/n). I'm serious"

"Me too. About the tournament, I mean"

After a long pause Vicktor turned back to his old self.

"Ok then. Byeee" He sung hanging up the phone.

Returing to the kitchen, (m/n) recived a few strange stares. 

"Who was it?" Yackov asked.

"Dunno. Probably some carzy fangirl" (m/n) lied.

"Go and rest for a bit. I'm afraid your stomaches  won't be able to take your training after such a large meal" Lilia said eyeing the the ice-skaters.

"Yes m'mam"

***Time skip brought to you by me almost giving up on this fic (sry)***

(M/n) was exausted. After arguing with Lilia -who didn't liked the song he picked- and doing non stop balet for the last hours, the male felt like colapsing.

Taking a short break (m/n) picked up his phone in order to check the time. Opening his phone he found he had one unread message. It was from Yuri Katsuki and it read 'Do your best!'

(M/n) smiled at the phone and, after taaking a big glup of water, he resumed to Lilia's ballet lesons.

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I need to re-watch YOI and re-read this fic since I can't remeber what this thing is all about. I aplogise for the short chapter, this is all I found in the draft (pretty sure it is uploaded on my Quotev account though). I hope I can get back into writting this.

Byeee-