Dreams | a yuri on ice (X Reader) fanfic I

Chapter 7

an/ I would like to start by saying if you are reading this after the very long hiatus thank you for sticking around for this story. Luckily for this book I had lots of later scenes and events already planned and written to come back to and remind me of what the original plan for the story was. (there were a few minor changes I made to the plot but nothing too serious) I originally started this when I was much younger as well and my writing and style has come a long way so I will be going back and editing chapters as well. Sorry for the long a/n, I don't usually do a lot of these, or make them super long but I felt I should say something. (I don't have an update schedule but due to me having some latter events/chapters already written and planned my hope is updates won't be too far and far between. I just have to get back into the groove of this story. Luckily my hyperfixation has returned for this beautiful anime.)

The next morning I could barely contain my excitement as I got ready. My mind was racing with ideas, curious as to what Viktor had planned. I grabbed my bag and jacket before racing out the door, hissing as the cold air hit my cheeks. I hurriedly zipped up my jacket and began the jog to the rink. My mind was limitless with its excitement of possibilities and my desire to get on the ice was burning.

When I arrived at the rink I pushed through the doors, letting any jitters I had been feeling build up on my way leave me. There was no one at the front counter which wasn't unusual since of how early I came every day. On somedays when the insomnia had wrapped its coiled hands around me, pulling me into its sleepless abyss I'd find myself here. I walked out to where the ice was and easily found Viktor and Yuri on the other side. Yuri was busy skating on the ice while Viktor watched with calculating blue eyes, and a finger pressed to his lips as he thought.

Immediately I froze when my eyes landed on Yuri and I remembered that I had foolishly kissed his cheek the night before. It was embarrassing to say the least, an action cause purely by exuberance and my own willingness to get carried away. Shoving my hands into my pockets nervously, I mentally slapped my forehead. It was stupid of me to act so silly over something so little. It was times like this I felt my immaturity was all too noticeable.

I averted my gaze and tisked at myself, turning to make my way over to them. I knew I shouldn't be letting myself get caught up in such things. There was no room in my life, or time. As if Yuri would even begin to consider me as someone he'd want to be with. I gasped and shook my head, trying to rid myself of these ridiculous thoughts. I was wasting my time even thinking about it, I wasn't even sure what had sparked such a notion but I was shutting it down now.

I walked around the edge to where viktor was and set my bag quietly on the bench behind him. "Good morning" viktors voice came without him ever moving a muscle, his back to me.

"Good morning" I replied sheepishly. Being around victor made me feel so small. I felt tiny, like an ant compared to how amazing he is.

"Get your skates and meet yuri out on the ice" he said flicking his icy gaze to me. I nodded my head and sat down, tugging on the clunky skates, trying not to let my fingers tremble as I fiddled with the laces. "Did you get enough rest?" His voice was curious as it cut through the anxious rambling in my head. Quickly I snapped my attention to him, meeting his gaze as it bore down on me. Wordlessly I nodded my head and finished pulling the laces tight.

Without another glance to Viktor I skated out onto the ice, the blades under my feet cutting across the surface with ease. Yuri took note of my presence and offered me a warm smile, which I returned weakly. The nerves I felt upon first meeting them had returned, but they brought with them something else. Fear flodded my veins and shot through my core as I skated. My legs began to feel week as the sticky black hands of panic clawed at my throat, constricting my breath. It felt like they were watching me under a microscope, waiting for me to mess up. I wasnt even sure what I could mess up I didnt even have a routine yet but that didnt stop the fear. My body slammed against the wall, my hands gripping the edge of it and turning my knuckles white as I leaned all my weight over the side, panting desperately trying to catch my breath. I was sweating heavily and my hair hung wildly in my face. I had only been skating for a few minutes there was no reason for me to be this worked up.