fashion designers in figure skating (1/?) : satomi ito
satomi ito is a japanese fashion and costume designer known for her works in the sports of figure skating. inspired by the dresses and skating performances of three-time world champion mao asada, ito has designed costumes for multiple renowned figure skaters, including a series of more than 30 costumes for two-time olympic champion yuzuru hanyu.
selected works:
rika kihira's international angel of peace
evgenia medvedeva's memoirs of a geisha
mai mihara's fairy of the forest
wakaba higuchi's your song
mao shimada's benedictus
marin honda's turandot
mone chiba's the legend of 1900
yuka nagai's elizabeth
yuna aoki's she
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Abby Anderson x Figureskater!Reader
content warning: nothing, just a lot of fluff.
she bolts off the ice, ignoring her coaches calling her name. her face is twisted with anger and concentration and she bee-lines it to the team locker room, making quick work of unlacing her skates and taking off her gear. she had one thing, person even, in mind. you.
she packs her bag as fast as she can, bolting to the other side of the ice arena, the side where the figure skaters practiced. her face immediately relaxed seeing you, her girlfriend. she moved over to the bleachers, watching in awe as you did some fancy spin she didn't know the name of. (it was a combo spin abby duh:/)
her eyes couldnt stop themselves from running up and down your body, admiring the way your jacket and skirt hugged your body, your pretty white skates gliding across the ice with ease.
she watched the rest of your practice, having to physically stop herself from lashing out when she saw your coach yelling at you over the smallest things. she knew she would get booted out of the rink if she did yell, and she wouldnt do that, she needed a hug from her girl.
you had grabbed your skate bag, taking off across the ice and stepping off, not before putting on your guards however. you made your way to the benches, setting your stuff down and starting to unlace your skates- barely noticing the tears threatening to fall down your rosy cheeks.
as you sat up for a split second to wipe your tears, you felt someone engulfing you in a huge bear hug. abby. the one person you needed right now. "hey sweet girl. its okay, i got you, you're okay." she whispered in your ear as you sobbed into her neck.
"fuck abs she was so mad, why cant i fucking land that stupid jump! fuck, fuck, fuck!" you whimpered as you punched your fists against her chest in frustration. she kept holding you close as you cried, rubbing comforting circles on your back and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
"its okay babes, you didnt do anything wrong, you were doing great." she cooed as she pulled your head out of her neck so she could get a good look at you. she rubbed her hands over your cheeks, using her thumbs to wipe your eyes clear of tears.
"oh baby girl, no no its okay" she mumbled, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear, and placing and gentle kiss to your lips.
you kissed her back almost immediately, needing the comfort of your girlfriend desperately. she let you go, looking you in the eyes. "im gonna untie your skates okay? you sit there and keep looking pretty." she instructed, you nodded, finding yourself slipping deeper into that fuzzy headspace you get around abby.
"deep breaths, there you go, good girl, just like that." she praised. she finished unlacing your skates and putting them away, zipping your bag when she was done.
she gave you one last hug and kiss, before taking your hand and starting to walk out of the doors leading to the parking lot.
"why don't we go get some ice cream huh? would my pretty girl like that?" she questioned. looking up to her, eyes still slightly glassy and pupils blown wide, you nodded. she smiled as she wrapped her hand around your waist, holding you close as you walked to her car, excited for some froyo after the bad practice you had.
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