#figureskater!reader

[luludeluluramblings]

*One random Tuesday in Gotham*

Gotham Paparazzi: Bruce! Bruce! Are you proud to have another gold medal in the family?

Bruce, proud and confused dad smile: Dick won another gold? I only remember him winning two when the family went to the Summer Olympics...

Paparazzi: No, your other child.

Bruce mentally going down the list of his children.

*Akward Silence*

Paparazzi: FigureSkater!Reader... They won gold at the Winter Olympics...

Paparazzi: This might explain why none of you were seen in the audience...

One of the paparazzi manage to get a picture of the exact moment Bruce realizes he is an utter asshole.

It gets framed and gifted to certain JL members.

A/N: Inspired by Olympic Athlete Dick.

A/N: This is just crack based off this...

[lushrve]

hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader

cause who doesn't want the image of these boys all sweaty and bloody in hockey gear (also i haven't mastered writing in a scottish or manchester accent yet so don't come for me)

you’re a figure skater, something you’ve devoted your whole life since childhood to. over the years, you’ve honed your craft, becoming one of the best in your area. you do well enough at competitions; not olympic material, but skilled enough to bring home a state title every now and again. you take pride in the way your body glides across the ice, painting pretty pictures with each scrape of the blade of your skate. it’s methodical, structured, clean. if you close your eyes, you can almost pretend you’re dancing on clouds.

it’s a small town and there’s only one ice rink for miles, so of course you run into the local hockey team practicing and warming up for matches. you don’t know most of them (don’t care to, frankly), but some are more notorious than others.

the team captain and center, price, the tactical mind behind their victories. from the few games you’ve watched them play, you can tell that he calls the shots. you watch as he sits on the bench, watching his teammates rush back and forth across the ice. it’s like he sees beyond the game. sometimes, you see him close his eyes, like he’s seeing a play take shape in his head, before calling out to the others and making it happen. they always listen, his booming baritone too compelling to disregard. (that voice made you feel something too, but you didn’t want to admit it.)

then there was a defenseman, simon. you just knew him as “riley” by the last name emblazoned on the back of his jersey. but if you listened closely (and you did), his teammates called him ghost. it didn’t take you very long to find out why. ghost was a large man, all broad shoulders and hard lines. he preferred the silent approach to taking down an opponent, slamming them against the boards before they could even register the sound of his skates scraping the ice. he played dirty, your eyes often meeting his when the referee threw him in the penalty box. (he winked at you once as he cleaned some blood from his lip, fresh from a fight. you pretended not to notice.)

left wing belonged to johnny, a scottish man they called soap. he got his nickname from his assist record, always coming in to clean up what price or ghost or another teammate had fumbled to lead his team to victory. he was quick on his feet, but brutal. while ghost was the primary muscle, soap wasn’t afraid to get physical if someone was coming between him and a goal. soap was also mouthy, chirping in his thick accent across the ice to get in the other team’s head. half the things he said, you don’t understand. hell, the other team probably didn’t either. but the tone was what mattered. (he leaned over the plexiglass after a solid win, personally inviting you back to their next home game. you blushed crimson.)

right wing was kyle. by far the prettiest one on the team, you thought. he’d take his helmet off as he skated back to the bench, running a hand through his sweat-soaked curls. the sight of him was like a work of art, a canvas brutalized by the nature of an aggressive team sport. he wasn’t as quick to get physical as the others were, but the moment everyone dogpiled on the ice, he was right there in the fray, throwing punches that landed just as loud and hard as the rest of them. the way he moved on the ice almost reminds you of your routines, careful and choreographed. he knew exactly where he was going, and he always hit his marks. (you wondered if he always moved like that, wondered if he danced through life.)

ghost and soap approached you after a win, coming up into the stands after they’d stripped themselves of their gear. while soap looked a bit smaller after shedding the heavy padding, ghost didn’t. still a hulking wall of muscle. “oughta sit in the stands mo’ often, birdie,” soap chirped, a smug smile on his face as he leaned on his hockey stick. “y’r like a good luck charm fer us.” you blushed pretty, averting your eyes and missing the way the two men looked at each other. you’d do just nicely, they thought. ghost cleared his throat, your eyes snapping up to him like he’d commanded it. (he could’ve. you would’ve obeyed.) “when d’you skate again?” he asked, arms crossed over his expansive chest.

“y’ve seen us in our element. now we wanna see you in y’rs.”

[lushrue]

hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader pt 2!

part 2 of this au finally! i'm so glad people like it! comment if you wanna be added to the taglist, already planning pt 3 so there will be more where this came from 💗

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9

your name was announced through the loudspeaker as you skated onto the ice, all covered in sequins and polyester. you’d always thought it was a little bit silly, the conventions around figure skating costumes. that fit that Margot Robbie threw in I, Tonya about the ridiculousness of it? yeah, you’d had a moment like that once or twice. the rough fabric scratched your arms, the glint of the sequins drew focus away from your expressions. but you still felt elegant as you set your mark at center ice, hitting your starting pose in the silence before the music began.

breathe in, breathe out. focus. momentum is everything, remember your character, focus going into your jumps.

in the moment before your routine started, you flicked your eyes up and scanned the crowd. it was something that you’d done ever since your first routine that you took to competition. usually, you were looking for your parents, their smiling faces and the flash of your mom’s digital camera. now, though, it became more curiosity, finding a spot to let your eyes settle when you weren’t looking at the judges’ table. it was then that you saw them. four big, brutish hockey players sat shoulder to shoulder in the stands. the one with the mohawk (soap, you remembered) lifted his hand to wave at you, only for the man beside him (kyle, you guessed from this distance) to swat it down.

the shock must have played out on your face, because you saw price smirk as your music began playing. you let the sound seep into your bones and just like that, it all melted away and you skated.

…

the four of them watched pretty intently for the first few seconds of your routine. price was focused on the placement of your body, how you kept your center of gravity in the middle at all times. he had to admire how precise you were in your movements, like you knew the physics behind all of it. for all he knew, you did. he could tell you were skilled and he liked that about you. talent recognizes talent, or however the saying goes.

kyle was simply admiring your choice of music. Moonlight Sonata, though basic, was like black coffee, he thought. a classic choice that never really got old, but so many things could be added to it to make it new and exciting. and watching you skate to it, he felt like he’d never heard it before. he watched your face more than anything else. you were so expressive, a story playing out in your eyes, and he soaked it all up. it was like reading a novel, and this one was a page-turner.

ghost was watching the lines of your body. it was like you were painting the air as you moved, each flick of the wrist and lift of the leg deliberate and purposeful. it all served to make a pretty picture. every now and again, he’d look at the thin lines your skates left on the ice, the swirls and curves detailing everywhere you’d been. much prettier than the harsh notches he left behind when he stepped out of the rink, he thought. just like you, they were delicate.

soap was far less interested in the artistry or skill of it and more focused on you. the way your hair moved as you spun on the ice, the way your costume clung to your skin. he couldn’t even act as if he wasn’t watching disrespectfully, thinking of what your body might look like under the spandex and sparkles. you lifted your leg and began spinning, and soap thought he might keel over right then and there. ghost nudged him as he adjusted himself on the bench, a silent gesture that told him to behave.

johnny gestured to price behind kyle’s back, getting his attention. “didn’t i tell ya, cap? a right beaut, that one,” he said, earning himself a flick to the head from ghost. price chuckled, turning his attention back to where you were winding up for a jump. two turns in the air and you landed perfectly. he knew you would, you talented thing. “yeah. a beaut,” price responded, a small smile curving his lips.

...

you skated remarkably, in your opinion. it was a relatively simple routine, but with every completed skate, regardless of skill level, came a sense of accomplishment. as you hit your ending pose, you made eye contact with your hockey players in the stands again. ghost’s face was unreadable from this distance, but you caught the pleased expressions of the other three as they clapped for you. soap had a glint in his eyes that spelled mischief and made something in your stomach tighten. kyle was looking at you like the artist you perceived yourself to be, almost how you imagined someone would look at their favorite painting. and price’s face had pride written all over it. you caught an almost imperceptible nod from him, as if to say well done.

you bowed to both sides of the rink and skated off the ice, a performer’s smile on your lips. it wasn’t entirely fake, not like it had been at some competitions. this time, it was born of the idea that four of the men you’d been watching, nay, pining after for a month were finally turning their attentions to you. for the first time in a while, you wondered what someone besides the judges thought of your routine. the worst part was, you needed them to like it. you felt the intense need to please them, keep them coming back for more.

the four of them found you in line for the concessions, grabbing a hot chocolate to soothe your cold bones in between programs. your free skate was coming up next and you knew you’d need a little pick-me-up before then. as you thanked the high schooler who’d poured your drink, you turned to walk away and almost collided with a wall of solid muscle. price, you’d realize as you looked up. “told ya we wanted to see ya, bonnie!” soap’s voice chirped from behind the broad shoulders of the team captain.

you glanced around him, noticing kyle and ghost stood off to the side. kyle was all polite smiles and ghost looked as though he was aware of how much space he was taking up, supremely uncomfortable as people brushed past him. soap was stood off to the other side of price, arms crossed over his chest. then your eyes turned up to the captain himself, feeling a sense of pride radiating off of him. you weren’t sure why; this was a man who barely knew you. but it made your stomach flutter all the same. “good performance you put on out there, love,” he said, the rumble of his baritone voice more compelling when it was directed at you. you’d seen the boys scramble to follow his orders before during a game, but you’d thought it was just his rank on the team. no, you realized, it was definitely the voice.

“thank you,” you replied sheepishly, clutching the warm styrofoam cup in your icy fingers. “i’m glad you all liked it.” kyle spoke up, stepping a bit closer to where you stood. “liked it? i loved it! you’ll have to tell me more about how you choreographed it, the musicality was insane!” “easy, garrick,” ghost’s voice rumbled from where he stood, a bit muffled by the black surgical mask. “don’t wan’ to scare off our pretty bird.” oh, you could get used to that. you spoke up, your eyes flicking between the four of them. “actually, i still have another program to skate.” you hesitated, almost worried you were being too forward. but then you continued. why not live a little, take some risks? “if you all wanted to stay, that is.”

you didn’t have to tell them twice.

taglist: @cadotoast

[stvrnioloslvt]

❛❛ ⛸️ + 🏒 ❞

fuck you, christopher sturniolo

✎ t.w.: sexual tension!

you sighed, throwing your books in your bag. what was the point of studying until you felt physically nauseous if the maximum you could get was always a C?

you didn't understand: you did everything you could think of to memorise and understand the stuff you had to study for your exams, yet it wasn't enough. it never was.

"hey! how..." your roommate turned to face you with a big smile on her face, holding proudly her exam sheet with a big red A written on top of it. her smile faded as soon as she saw your disappointed expression, her eyes falling to the piece of paper you had abandoned carelessly on your desk. "oh, baby..." she cooes, her hand rubbing comfortingly your arm. "it's fine, next time it'll go better, yeah?"

you shake your head, the weight of disappointment sitting heavily on your stomach. you sighed before saying, "i need to get some air. i'll see you at the rink, yeah?"

cherry sighed, but she nodded nevertheless. she whispered a soft "okay," then let go of your arm as you got up and left the room.

the halls were, as always, crowded as fuck. normally it wouldn't bother you one bit, but today...yeah, today you were pissed, to say the least. you just couldn't help it, negativity radiating from every cell of your body.

your original plan of going outside to cool your brain quickly changed, your feet bringing you elsewhere, completely out of your jurisdiction. and before you knew it, you stood at the perimeter of the ice rink, watching as a bunch of hockey players glided left and right across the arena.

your eyes caught the jersey of a man sliding right in front of you, the name "STURNIOLO", the number 3 standing proudly below it.

"yo, ice baby" chris took off his helmet right as the coach blew in the whistle, signaling the end of the practice. your friend shook his head left and right, droplets of sweat flying around. you mentally thanked the presence of the thick plastic walls between you two. chris got out of the rink, stomping his feet to reach you without losing balance.

he sat on the bench near you, putting the helmet down. "so? what are you doing here? you don't have lesson for another hour and a half."

you shrugged, sitting down beside him. "just had to get some fresh air."

chris eyed you, analyzing your face. he clearly didn't buy your lie, and he was determined to find out what was going on in your mind. "yeah, no kid, spill the truth or something cause i'm not buying your bullshit."

you groaned annoyed, well aware that he wasn't going to let it go until he had an answer. sighing, you got up, walking back and forth while explaining to him how frustrated you were at yourself cause no matter how hard you studied, nothing seemed to work and you felt like you were just loosing time.

chris didn't speak, letting you ramble on and on about your problem, eventually nodding to signal that he was, in fact, listening. you took a big breath once you finished talking, feeling definitely better. maybe cherry was right when she told you that speaking does, indeed, help.

"you do know that matt took the same exam, right?"

taken aback by his question, you didn't answer him: did he? he probably took it the year before, cause there was no way you never noticed him. you shook your head, sitting down in front of your friend.

he hummed, shrugging before casually saying "he did. passed with a straight A, maybe he can help you."

"i..."

"it's fine, really. i'll talk to him at dinner, yeah? don't worry, baby, you're gonna ace it." and just like that, he got up from the bench, grabbing his helmet before ruffling your hair and heading outside.

"hey! aren't you gonna shower or something?" you called out, watching confused as chris turned around briefly, exclaiming "water's out!" before closing the door behind him.

you furrowed your brows, clearly not expecting it. you decided to check for yourself, walking towards the door that lead to the locker room.

as you entered the room, you didn't notice the lonely gym bag hiding behind the door, its content spilling from the open zipper. you kept walking towards the showers, wanting to check the water pressure from one of the sinks there.

as you opened the door, steam engulfed you whole, blocking your view. from one of the open showers emerged matt, wrapped in a white towel. you stood frozen at the door, not knowing what to do, but with one thought in mind: fuck you, christopher sturniolo.

right as you turned around to run away from there, matt's eyes caught yours, freezing you on the spot. you couldn't help but admire the way drops of water dripped from his long hair, falling on his face and neck, running down to his exposed torso. and god, was he well sculpted. your mouth dried at the sight, your heart drumming in your ribcage. your hands itched with the want–no, the need– to touch him, to explore his body with your fingers, drawing every crevice and dip and curve of his abs.

"jesus," you whispered softly, almost inaudible, catching yourself in the act and hoping he didn't hear anything. luckily for you, he didn't. and if he did, he acted like he didn't.

he cleared his throat, smirking as your eyes snapped back to his face. "anything you like, baby?" he asked, stepping closer to you to grab another smaller towel he had placed on the sink earlier. he ran said towel through his hair, trying to absorbe as much water as possible, all while not breaking eye contact. for the first time, you asked yourself if he called you by your name or if he meant it as a pet name. either way, you didn't like how much it affected you.

"i- i'm sorry i didn't know you were here," you stuttered embarrassed, trying to regain some decency back.

he bit back a smile, genuinely amused by the situation. "clearly," he murmured, watching you struggle to not let your eyes fall back on his body. he decided to pull a little trick on you, glancing down quickly at his body knowing that the immediate reaction he would get would be a mirror of his own act. and, indeed, your eyes travelled down his body instinctively, a natural reflex of your own body betraying you. 

you mentally cursed yourself, realising too late what had just happened. however, you couldn’t help but stare, noticing only now the tent hiding beneath his towel. you didn’t know if it was the steam, matt’s presence or your own arousal, but your mind began fogging like crazy, leaving you dizzy and unstable on your legs. matt took a couple steps towards you, your feet moving backwards until your back hit the cold tile wall of the shower room, effectively trapping you.

you could feel the heat radiating from his body clouding your senses, turning your brain in mush.  

“matt-” you gasped, his blue eyes burning holes into your skin from the intensity of his gaze. he slowly raised his hand, caressing so delicately your cheek the same way you would touch a ceramic doll, delicate and careful in fear it might break. you closed your eyes at the contact, so delicate and warm yet so wrong and rushed. you swallowed hard before managing to croak out a soft “what are you…”

at the sound of your voice matt seemed to snap back to reality, his hand dropping by his side. the bubble of tension suddenly bursted, bringing you both back to reality, cold chills running through your arms. “shit, i-” he sighed, running a hand on his face, “you should probably go.”

you stood there paralyzed for a couple more seconds, watching as he turned around and walked away. you nodded slowly to no one in particular before running through the door, leaving the locker room. as soon as the chilled air of the halls hit your face you started breathing again, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

and as you walked towards your room, only one image crossed your mind, repeating on loop: matt sturniolo half naked in front of you, aching to touch you.

© stvrnioloslvt

𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃/𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊. 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓

ও a.n: hi guys, i'm so sorry i haven't posted in a while, i have a shit ton of exams to take and way too little time to write :(

ও anyway, hope you liked the little sexual tension between those two, i sure has hell had fun writing it! as always, you're more than welcome in my comments/inbox to ask questions, requests, etc.

ও also... look how cute this little thing is! it's a fennec fox, and i feel like it embodies 100% baby's personality, cute as fuck but also wild and not too keen on physical contact. in love with it, honestly.

ও read other parts to this au here <3

love you all, bree ☾

icy taglist: @shadowthesim @sturnioloszn @sofieeeeex @m4ttg1rl @marrykisskilled @thecrawlys @x0x0bunny @izzylovesmatt @sturniolosweets @sturnslutz @user1smvtysturniolo @gabrielaperez11

[leilaxwhite]

𝙊𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙄𝙘𝙚 || 𝙌𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙣 𝙃𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Synopsis: Quinn has always disliked Y/n for reasons he can’t find out, maybe he’s falling in love?

Masterlist || Prompt List

Warning: one cuss word, Quinn being a little rude to reader, Quinn being oblivious about their feelings towards reader. Nothing in particular

Requests are open!

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Figure skater!reader

Word count: 889

The Hughes family have always been supportive of you and your skating career, even if you aren’t their child. The only problem being is one Hughes that doesn’t seem to be a fan of you, Quinn Hughes. He’s always seemed to have a problem with you being around, or having his family support you.

You never did anything to him that you know of, he’s just always glares at you as soon as you enter a room. You’ve always got along with his brothers, even tried to get along with him. You have to admit it kind of hurts you that he doesn’t like you because you have strong feelings for him.

All though these feelings were going unnoticed by Quinn, but Jack, you’re best friend since god knows when can see the clear as daylight. He always tells you that you should tell him and rip the bandage off, you being to scared to get hurt by someone you’ve came to love over the years.

That brings you to current time, you and the Hughes parents sitting at the stadium watching the two younger boys play, the score is currently 3-0 with the devils winning. You couldn’t pay attention to the game, every once and a while you feel Quinn’s gaze on you. He’s sitting 2 seats away refusing to sit by you.

With you feeling his gaze it’s taking all the power in you to not look over to see him, all the possibilities of him glaring at you would just hurt you more.

“And with that the Devils have won their game!” The announcer said over the radio, the devils have won and are headed back to their locker rooms, with family’s following. You’ve decided that it should be a family moment for the boys and their family so you decide to step out and head to your care.

“Hey, y/n wait up!” You hear a voice call out to you, as you go to turn around you soon realize who’s voice that was, Quinn. you were almost to scared to turn around. Fighting yourself and turn around anyways, baring yourself for the rath that you feel you’re about to get.

“Hey, Quinn… why aren’t you in there supporting your brothers?” You ask, with all the questions going thought your head. Was he going to yell at you? Was he just telling me not to show anymore? Why is he talking to me? A thousand thought go through your head all at once.

You can feel the tension radiating off of you two, and anyone passing you can as well. The silence waiting for him to answer your question is killing you, for him to be in such a rush to get to you, you’re wondering why he’s taking forever to get to the point.

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry, Jack told me how you felt about me. And I want to say I’m so sorry for making you feel as if I hated you, I don’t hate you… quite the opposite actually.” He states leaving you in a shock, not knowing if you should be mad or relived that Jack told him about your feelings. “I understand if you don’t feel the same anymore because of the way I’ve treated you in the past, but I was thinking maybe we could just start over?” Before you can even get a sentence out you hear Jack yelling in the back.

“Did it work?? Did she fall in love with you? I need answers man!” He’s exclaiming running over to the both of you. Quinn gives him a look of annoyance silently telling him to back off. “I’ll go wait in the car…” Jack says backing away from from you both. You still in a shock looks at quinn. When you look at him all you can see in his eyes is the love that he has for you.

“I love you quinn, I have since I was 10 years old.. since we first saw eachother on the ice. You playing hockey, me practicing for the recital I had that weekend. I have loved you for so long, when I thought you hated me I had to try and fight those feelings, that was the hardest thing I had to do.” You confess while tears build up in your waterline, you can’t tell if they’re from sadness or relief. As you’re confessing to him all he can do is stare into your eyes and take in all you’re words.

Not knowing what he should say, he says what his heart is telling him. “Be my girlfriend, let’s go on dates, start over this whole fued and start a journey together.” He takes your hands into his own. Without saying anything you pull your lips to his, sharing a passionate and loving kiss.

You couldn’t be happier, breaking the kiss all you both could do is stare into each others eyes with only the love that you share for one another.

“Fuck, I love you, y/n y/l/n. I always will.” Quinn expresses not taking his eyes off of yours.

“I love you, Quinn Hughes.”

With that you both live a long happy life together. Going to each others games or recitals. You being finally relieved that you don’t have to hide your feelings towards him ever again.

A/n: omg this was quite the cutest thing I’ve ever wrote, gotta love some enemies to lovers tropes!

[smuttyaf]

Sweet Symphonies

𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰; 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐲/𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲!𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬)

wc; 7.3k | love story by indila

finally finished this draft that was requested ages ago!! hope you enjoy💗

“Alright! Run it again!”

The crisp chill of the arena seeps through the spandex fitting tightly against your sweating skin. Frosty clouds of exhaustion trail out of your mouth, sight etching out the cuts tracked across the slab of ice.

Upbeat tempo strums through the sound system, daunting plucks of the violin signaling your cue to raise your arms slowly along with the hum, head rolling up from its position and staring at the beams in the ceiling.

Vision soon dips slowly, body angling your pointed legs and pushing you across the ice, the beautiful sound of the vocalist begins only further increasing your paste, heavy strides carrying you across the surface as your knees bend and arms stretch out to float along with the wind.

L'âme en peine A soul in pain

Il l'attend devant cette photo d'antan He is waiting for her; in front of this picture of yesteryear

Il, il n’est pas fou He, he’s not crazy

Il y croit it c’est tout He believes in it, that’s all

ll la voit partout He sees her everywhere

II I’attend debout He is waiting for her standing

The chimes pick up with the introduction of more instruments adding to the harmony, the sound pushing you to add more exaggerated facial expressions of sorrow before your legs twist you around effortlessly letting you jump; left foot leaving the ice to balance your frame in the cold breeze that sends adrenaline coursing, building your muscles to twist around once more to perform another double salchow.

Once your skates hit the ice perfectly accentuating your form, your balance relaxes as you push on continuing your routine. Feet carry over each other, with heart pounding in your ear as ice cracks beneath your feet moving amongst the slab as if an angel on ice.

With each heartbreaking lyric you find yourself humming along to the sweet symphony, timed positions reflecting the hurt with each vocal. Absorbed in the moment, you consciously admire the feelings layered within the song. It brings you closer to the orchestrated dance as you continue to move.

Your mind is elsewhere with skates carrying you freely, lungs grown accustomed to the bitter cold that leaves you pleasantly numb with your limbs flexing every second, your focus on executing every triple axel or camel spin.

Debout une rose à la main Standing a rose in hand

Non, non plus rein ne le reteint… No, nothing holds him back either…

Dans sa love story In his love story

Dans sa love story In his love story

Dans sa love story In his love story

Sa love story Her love story

Muscles stretch with spine flexing gracefully, strands of hair wisp in your vision as you dip your head up dramatically with arms outstretched.

Every twist and turn cocoons you in the moment of being connected with your heart and body. You're completely wrapped in your own world, sight obvious from your coach to onlookers. They’re entranced by the harmony that flows you executing the rest of the routine so beautifully, the story of pain accurately being expressed as you venture across the ice; loving every minute of the air combing over your skin with easy strides.

By the time the break within the song begins the crowd around the rink has already built up, children and adults watching your every motion as the melodic choir vocals and chimes blend beautifully to combine with your movements. Hands moving elegantly with backwards strokes emphasizing your routine floating around the many faces watching.

Only then do you realize how many people are there, and despite skating for so many years, your ability to draw in a crowd just from being in your own world surprises you with how many are looking completely enveloped with your performance.

Des cris de joie Cries of joy

Quelques larmes, on s’en va A few tears, we go

On vit dans cette love story We live in this love story

Love story

Love story

Love story

Love story

Love story

Love story

As the magnetic waves of the singer trails off to conclude the last notes of the song, you are back in your original position in the middle of the rink.

Balancing yourself as you spin in another circle, arms stretched out with left foot in the air, you find the strength to grip your skate and bring it closer to your head, foot swinging around to twirl you around in a catch spin. Neck elongating with spine curving in on itself as you stretch even more to transition into a needle.

The speed you’re going at doesn’t stop you from breaking your stance, but only has you loving the crisp air brushing around you, enjoying every moment until the chords begin to drum out, signaling your knee to carefully fall from your grip over the blade, leg relaxing itself out as you accentuate your bow with gaze strongly held in front of you.

The astonished appearance of the crowd doesn’t usually bother you, but there’s a brunette man with a tilted helmet that catches your gaze amongst the crowd nestled by the window, however, regardless of his surprised expression it doesn’t shake your concentrated face as the song finally cuts.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! That was your best one yet!” Coach Griffin begins to applaud, loud and joyful as he gives a thumbs up from his seat on the bench. Faint claps are heard around the arena as well from onlookers as you smile brightly.

Deep breath escapes from your nose, one hand going to your hip while the other reciprocates his exaggerated thumb beginning to push off the ice. After that performance it sucked all the energy out of you with your chest rising heavily as you stepped through the gate to meet with him.

It’s when passing do you realize that the tilted helmet man eyes are still watching you, especially when you go to grab your water bottle.

He’s tall, and the fact that he’s in skates doesn’t help either. Shiny hair pressed tightly against his forehead, black compression shirt defining his chest and thick shoulder pads. You don’t stare too long as your sight breaks away, beginning to unscrew your water bottle, fingers unbelievably numb that you can’t feel the metal cap as you tug it open, feet pushing you off the white door and passing him.

“U —Uh Hi, Hey!” He begins, hand immediately going to his helmet and peeling it off, a bright nervous smile stretching.

The fluorescent lights have you catch sight on how green his eyes are, it’s why you stop suddenly with brows together as you look over him. Dip curving into his cheeks, wrinkles by his eyes and body rocking with urgency, you squint at him while further stepping aside from his frame.

“Hi?” You respond, examining the smooth expanse of his neck in contrast to his white teeth shining.

“Your, uh, performance was really—”

“—Come on, we don’t have all day.”

Coach Griffin interrupts, breaking your view as you continue your departure down the hall, brushing past him with your mentor to the right of you. The rush of bodies trails around you in a blur trying to find an empty place to catch your breath.

“We don’t need any distractions, remember how Michal turned out.”

The mention of his name has your teeth clench down on each other, gaze tearing away from the metal drinking fountains and to your gray hair coach.

“Wasn't even interested.” You huff, hand raising the water bottle to your lips and sipping back the cold liquid.

“Good! Now drink some more and let’s get you to cool down.” Nodding your head tiredly, your vision passes back over the scratched up boards and pedestrians to look back at the brunette, except he’s nowhere to be found amidst the people roaming by.

You should’ve thanked him for the attempt at the compliment at least, Griffin cutting him off is an ignorant attempt trying to keep you focused even though you’re sure the gesture was completely harmless.

Heart begins to slow, sight traveling back to look at your coach completely occupied with his phone, probably going over your schedule until the upcoming performance. Two weeks couldn’t come by any faster. Waking up everyday on the tip of your toes ready to be back on stage to display your many years of passion for the sport.

Training since you were five, you transitioned between ballet and figure skating, growing accustomed to the hardship of the sports you pushed yourself to become a three time world-winning gold champion, all due to your long hours of training and dedication. Now you’re twenty-three and it’s only up from here, obvious that you’re in your prime, despite the last couple of years not being your most memorable moments.

After dating Slovakian hockey player Michal Mrazik for two years, it ended in a devastating breakup. One that left a storm of heart ache and suffering, a combination of problems ranging between distance and lack of trust between both parties. The grief so brutal you ended up crying during your performance at the previous championship, it was plastered everywhere with crystal clear tears streaming down your face and ruining your makeup.

And although it was a passionate performance and winning your third gold medal, the pain of the breakup was evident and on display for the world to see. Griffin was disappointed that you let your feelings take a hold of you at such a serious moment, but happy it was beautifully displayed through your movements that it made you win.

Now, a year and half later you’ve hounded in your mind to stay away from men. Focus on yourself and yourself only. You’re on such a perfect path that you don’t need the tabloids in your problems again. It’s why you push off the wall and tug yourself over to the locker room.

“I’m still good to pick you up tomorrow after practice?” Chelsea asks on the other line. Your phone is pressed between your knee and ear, looking at the subtle pink nail polish gracing your toe.

“Yeah, I’ll pack everything so I’m ready,” Reassuring your friend while adding another stripe, deep sigh releasing at the effortless pass.

“I don’t know how you do it girl, I would be exhausted after everything.” Exaggerating tone not being able to comprehend how you can stretch and twist your body for hours and still manage to go to the club afterwards.

“I mean I haven’t seen you in awhile, and I think it’ll be fun too,” You reveal, fingers dipping the brush back into the bottle and continuing your routine of painting your nails.

“And…” She sings before her giggle travels through the static. “Time to meet some cute boys, you know… get your mind off… he who shall not be named.”

Rolling your eyes, the sound of your teeth kissing travels through the receiver, memories of your ex flashing back as your tongue runs over your lips and curl over each other.

“I kinda’ just want to have fun tomorrow, no thoughts, just vibes, right?” Nose scrunching in irritation as the brush runs over your cuticle smearing the polish over your skin.

“Yes, of course, but you better actually drink! I’m not wasting my money on you only being tipsy?!” Chelsea continues. The ends of your lips tugging up from your best friend recalling your habit.

“Oh my god, no!” You proclaim, hand grabbing the cotton swab drenched in nail polish remover and letting it clean the mess.

“Come on Y/N, you said it yourself, you haven’t seen me in forever so do it for me! Pretty please!” Eyes rolling again as you pick the cap back up and grace it over your nails.

“Ugh! Okay, okay… sure, why not?”

The locker door rattles loudly as it shuts close, people past you in a rush to head to their respective rooms for the game about to take place. Zambonis traveling across the ice smoothing the surface from all the marks you previously made, uniquely built orange vehicles twisting and turning till you direct your attention ahead of you.

A men’s team stand in their white and blue attire, some with their helmets off displaying their mullets or porn mustaches, you bite back a laugh at the appearance of one guy who has the full package.

Hand reaching into your pocket, your phone screen lights up to see a message from Chelsea saying she’s twenty minutes away, meaning having to wait around in the lobby until she arrives.

You breeze past the lively crowd of the arena this Saturday evening, soccer and hockey teams roaming across the spacious entrance of the building. You're thankful you find a small seat in the corner by the vending machines. Bag slapping against the plastic chair before your body sits next to it.

You’re leaned forward resting your head on your hand as you mindlessly scroll through Instagram catching up with whatever you missed during your practice. The area is surrounded by families and people all on their own destination to their practice or game. Ignoring everyone around you to the point you’re wrapped up in your own bubble, attention stuck on finding out another one of your past classmates is having a child, that you don’t realize someone is standing in front of you.

“Hello…” Rocking on the pads of his sneakers desperately trying not to wave his hand in front of your face or raise his voice an octave higher.

“Hey! Uh, Hi!” Confusion evident in his tone as your brows push together, fingers going through the highlight of her fiancé, so surprised by her announcement that you’re completely taken back. “Are you blatantly ignoring me?”

“Or, is it selective hearing?” His knees bend, hand raising to his curls that itch his temple in thought. And from your peripheral vision, his body catches your sight making you draw your phone down and smile shyly.

“Oh my god, sorry, I just… found out something,” You confess, laughing slightly to ease your once concentrated focus.

“It’s alright, don’t worry!” He breathlessly laughs, knees flexing him back up to tower over your seated position.

His face is familiar, the tilted helmet guy, except now his protection is slung around his bag with his hockey stick in one hand while the other waves at you politely.

“You performed that song yesterday before my practice… uh, the French love story song?” He goes to take the seat next to your bag. The movement sends the smell of pine through your nose, it’s what catches your attention about him once again. His scent matches his forest eyes and chestnut ringlets. It makes you notice how his appearance isn’t the typical hockey look that all the boys are currently rocking, you like it.

“Yes,” Your sight surveying every dip and bump that roams amongst his skin. Slight stubble grazing the surface as his lips stretch, head nodding along to your answer as he leans in closer.

“Yeah, what I tried to say yesterday was that, uh, it was really good… just breathtaking,” His choice of words has your curious face breaking into a smile. A small laugh trailing out as you lock your phone with attention focusing on him.

“Thank you.” Genuinely appreciating the comment, the one that has the brunette smile back nervously, his sight moving towards your bag but then back to your eyes.

“It’s no problem… I saw you a couple weeks before that, so, i —it’s cool seeing it come together and you… just the way you skate, you make it look so easy,” His thick brows push together as if just letting his thoughts run straight out of his mouth, completely unfazed by his unfiltered reveal.

“I don’t know, it’s like you don’t skate; you just float.” The words leave your ears to tingle, lengthy digits curling around the case of your phone looking at him with mouth dry.

Okay… you’re used to interviewers expressing their appreciation for your dances and judges giving you all tens across the board, but whenever it came from family or peers it felt more personal in a way, especially from someone who's seen your routine fall into place. Even that thought itches your brain, you’ve been practicing this dance for seven months straight, so how far along has he seen the progression.

“Thank you.” You whisper, lips curling in on each other as you blink at him. His green eyes looking over your hesitant appearance before another toothy smile is spreading.

“I’m sorry, I’m Harry, by the way,” His hand reaching out and offering it to yourself, it has you releasing your fingers around your device and shaking his. Huge palm enveloping your smaller one that both of your eyes widen at the same moment recognizing the difference.

“Uh, Y/N,” You shine, hand quickly going towards the back of your neck to scratch the skin there, Harry coughs into his palm lightly, teeth biting into his fleshy lip before twisting his sight.

“I play hockey with my friends here, we have our own team,” He confides, hand gesturing towards the familiar rink. The information has you nodding your head, heart stupidly clenching at the mention of hockey as your gaze tears away and towards the players floating on the ice practicing before their game.

“Are you like a professional? Is that cheesy to say?” He laughs, sight going towards you who continues to stare ahead; your head bows in thought as you flex your head from side to side before turning towards him.

“Yeah, I’m—”

“—Holy shit, Styles! We start in five!”

Voice being shouted throughout the lobby cutting off your words and making his eyes trail towards his friend completely geared up with eyes bulging out from his helmet.

The groan next to you diverts your gaze back towards Harry who immediately stands, curse falling from his lips as he nods his head at his friend.

“I’ll catch up with you later,” Happy grin sent your way as he heads towards the hockey rink.

Despite the small interaction you found his nervous expression quite attractive compared to his tall burly appearance, you would assume he’ll be cocky and confident, not one to be so oblivious yet intriguing at the same time.

You watch Harry pass through the sliding door, his friend's large glove clapping him on the back as he continues walking. It’s at that same time does Chelsea’s familiar ringtone rattles your phone making you answer it, ready for your night of dirty martinis and dancing.

Orange rays with hues of yellow strike every surface of the room, chirping birds signaling the start of a new day, they’re singing on the other side of the window has you moaning awake.

Your arms flex, pillows ruffling and thighs spreading amongst the bedspread, your fingers cover your eyes as you adjust to the bright light. The penetrating beams has a groan following, your head is thumping from your alcohol consumption from yesterday night.

“Ugh… Chels,” Irritated whine slipping past your lips as you bury your head into the soft sheets. It’s then do you hear the sound of a keyboard clicking away do you blindly feel over next to you, hand landing on her shoulder as you begin to playfully shake her.

“Why do I let you convince me to do these things?” Muffled voice trying to not let another tired groan escape.

“Because you love me.” She sings in her usual voice, giggling as she rumbles next to you. The action has you tear away from the pillow and narrow your eyes at her.

“I’m starting to rethink that.” You sigh, eyes closely slowly as her laughter is heard in the space, it makes you smile at the noise.

“Yeah, whatever… I think The Morning After is open by now, want to go for bunch?” Chelsea suggests, brows wiggling as you scrunch your nose up.

“Brunch? What time is it?”

“11:25.”

Another displeased moan trails out as you rise up, hand reaching out to her night table and grabbing your phone. View looking over your many notifications of being tagged from the night before with your friend, to regular app updates.

Sorting through the many, your eyes clear every uninteresting activity including the news about inflation to shopping app promotions. Once moving to Instagram, your eyes search the many people who went live since last going on the app, usernames of people you don’t know; liking and commenting on your pictures to soon then follow you, unfamiliar names not catching your attention like the distinct one that stands out.

harrystyles22 is now following you.

“What the fuck?” You mutter, thumb immediately tapping the alert as it brings you onto the app and to his page.

“What?” Chelsea questions but doesn’t tear her sight away from her own phone.

Thumb immediately taps on a picture of him, clearly a polaroid film with the way his green eyes are bright with colourful Rolling Stone shirt on display, curls tossed across his head as he smiles at the camera. The sight alone has you chewing down on your dry lip, finger carrying you to another picture of him.

This time he’s in a brown fedora, hair framing his face gracefully while the friend to the right of him mouth is wide and expression bright as if they just went out and partied. The sight of Harry pulling a stupid face has you smirk subconsciously.

“Oh, he’s cute! Like really, really cute!” Chelsea's voice announces next to you, the surprise of it has your phone flipping around and slamming into the blanket, annoyed groan ringing through the space.

“Did you meet him yesterday?” Her questions begin, her frame ruffling against the sheets as she practically crawls on top of you to grab your phone.

“Ah! Hey!” You whine, twisting around and attempting to fight her arm slinging around your neck reaching for your phone. “No! now would you stop!”

Which she does not, her body applying all her weight on your back to clench your phone tightly in your grip. Her evil laugh slips out as you both fight over the device.

“Did he just DM you then?” She continues, your palm grows with sweat as the heat from the blankets and her moving body piercing your spine.

“No, now Chelsea get off,” Hand curling under your head to cut her grip off, it has her retreating her hold and cross her arms over her chest.

“If I get off, will you tell me?”

“Yes!”

Your back relaxes after she rolls off, more laughter leaving her as her arm goes to prop her head up, dazzling smile shining as her eyes brighten with amusement. Despite being friends since diapers, Chelsea and you are practically sisters, knowing everything about each other to the point you know how to push the others buttons.

“Now… tell me,” Head cocking to the side to exaggerate her curiosity over the boy you were looking at.

Deep sigh releases, eyes closing momentarily still adjusting to the pounding in your head with the sun shining through the room.

“I met him yesterday, he just liked my performance s’all,” You confess, hand leaving your head and unlocking your phone, passing the device to Chelsea she smiles happily before fixing her body to allow you to see her scrolling.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” She questions with fake hurt, her mouth dropping as she shows you a picture of him topless, tattoos on display with credit towards his artist for the incredible artwork.

You try not to blush as you close your eyes and shake your head, hand combing over your face before dropping into the pillow.

“Because it’s really nothing, he was just being nice…” You trail off, brain relaxing at the black emptiness your shut eyes provide.

“Oh no babe, your what the fuck moment wasn’t because he was just being nice,” Chelsea points out, threaded brows sticking up and everything as she passes a blurry picture of him playing guitar.

“Well… he kinda…” Her head immediately snaps towards you, eyes twinkling and cheeks swelling, it’s crazy scary how she gets more excited about your love life than you do. “He introduced himself to me yesterday, I only told him my name and—”

“—And now he’s following you?!”

You tear your head away from the pillow to rise up and nod your head at her, the squeal that leaves her is adorable as she gets up on her feet and begins to jump around in her bed, it for sure has her downstairs neighbors annoyed by her presence.

“Do you know what that means?” She asks with enthusiasm, her bouncing body halting as she falls to her knees, dropping your phone and shaking you erratically. Your tender brain rattles against your skull as you hiss in pain.

“It means he took your name and ran to the internet! He specifically looked for you, this has to be set in stone, I mean how many men do that today?” She’s rambling, her eyes frantic and grip tight, she was so thrilled you can’t help but laugh at her expression.

“Sorry to rain on your parade but, don’t creepy weird men do that?” You reply, lips curling into a smirk as she looks at you clearly annoyed before her hand is picking your phone back up.

Her lilac fingernail points to the grinning hockey player showing off an array of sloppy decorative cupcakes with different colours piped over the surface.

“What creepy weirdo do you know that bakes just to “try something new,”” Her eyes squinting to read over his caption before shoving it in your face.

Another groan leaves your throat as you drop into the pillow, cheeks smushing against the material as you shake your head tiredly at her.

“Okay, so what if he’s not a weirdo it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not interested.”

“Liar!”

Annoyed draw of air escapes you, body twisting around under the sheets as you adjust to look at her better. “I’m not lying.”

“Yes, you are! The first thing you did when I called you out was hide your phone!” She taunts, only making your ears ring and throat tighten at the moment.

“B —Because—”

“B —B—Because,” Chelsea mocks you before snickering. Your hands go to cover your face to groan again at your teasing friend. “Just admit he’s cute at least.”

Deep breath fills your lungs as you nod shortly in your palms, the lines along your fingers disappearing as you tear them away and look at your friend with annoyance.

“Yes, he’s quite attractive but no, I’m not interested.” You say, shifting your sight over her shoe rack to Chelsea who rolls her eyes at your stubborn attitude.

“You know you don’t have to lie to me…” Lips expand tightly to show displeasure as she falls back into the bed. Her hands placing the phone back into yours while now smiling at you genuinely.

“It’s almost been like two years Y/N, at least talk to someone new, it’ll do you some good.” Those words having you shaking your head, seriousness consuming your body as you think about your last relationship.

“I’m not ready for that. I think I’m better off alone right now.”

Even though you went out two days prior, exhaustion still overcomes your body. Your calves sore, toes pinched together and dark undereye bags, it’s written all over your face you’re still hung over. The Redbull that falls from the machine and clunks around at the bottom has your knees bend to retrieve it.

You don’t even wait to go back to the bench as you crack it open, delicious energetic liquid flowing down your tongue curated to taste like blueberries; it welcomes itself with its delicious after taste letting a relieving sigh escape at the refreshing drink that boosts your mood.

“Y/N!”

Your head immediately turns to see Harry, beaming smile and messy curls walking over to you.

Fading band t-shirt covering his chest with black basketball shorts resting along his hips, his usual hockey equipment in hand.

“Oh! Hey, Harry,” You smile faintly at him, fingers curling around your phone once he overshadows you.

“How’s it been? Sorry I had to cut the night before I was running behind,” He explains, nervously laughing as he still manages to tower over you even in sneakers.

“Oh, it’s alright! I figured.” You reassure, sight looking between his eyes and the dimple that tugs at your heart strings. You’ve always been a fool for dimples.

“I wanted to, uh, catch up with you so I followed you on Instagram,” Your eyes slightly widen that he’s even revealing this to you. He’s so honest and you barely even know him, barely even had a whole conversation with him, yet he’s already confessed having watched your practices and now wants to catch up?

“I didn’t know how famous you were, I guess you missed it?” His hand going to his neck and scratching the skin there, still laughing lightly. The comment has your lips tugging up slowly, eyes darting between his and the blue can in your hold.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I’ll check right now,” You apologize, your heart begins to pick up in your chest as you lock eyes back with him. Your choice of words has his head shaking, hand twitching by his side as he goes to crack his knuckles.

“No! I —I don’t want you to think nothing of it, I just noticed, I’m sure you’re busy and everything! Don’t worry you won’t lose a fan” He grins brightly, thick finger raising to his chest to give you a thumbs up.

The gesture has you giggle lightly, head swaying from each side as you rock on your skates. Now he’s a fan of yours? And even with those words he says it so confidently, are you in the Twilight Zone?

“I’ll do it right now,” Phone in hand entering your passcode, going onto the multicoloured app and clicking on the magnifying glass.

“No… uh, you really don’t have too,” Harry hesitates, his teeth biting into the skin of his lip as his hand holding his hockey stick fumbles with it.

“It’s fine don’t worry,” Your hand turns your phone around to reveal to him the search bar, waiting on him to type his name in even though you already know it by heart.

His large hand carries your device out of your smaller one, his fingers circling around the keyboard as if forgetting how to type. The motions leave you to prop your eyebrow up and look at him confused.

A heavy breath blows from him, eyes switching between you and the phone screen till he’s sighing deeply, nose scrunching up before his movements halting.

“Can I uh, put in something else?”

“What?”

“My number?”

Your mouth parts slightly, lashes blinking up at him surprised as you feel your cheeks begin to heat up. Completely blindsided and astonished that he even asked you that. You don’t even know what to say as you both stare at each other caught up in the moment.

“O —Or maybe I’m being too pushy, it’s okay.” He rushes, sight tearing away from you as he quickly begins punching in his username, your lips immediately close before you’re clearing your throat.

“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting,”

“No, it’s okay… here, that’s me.”

Your phone is back into your hand, and despite your unsure appearance Harry is smiling, cheery and happy as if not fazed by your confusion.

“No seriously, put your number in,” Fingers immediately opening your contacts to add him, hand attempting to pass the phone back.

“Y/N let’s go, you got ten more minutes until we’re done!” Coach Griffin is calling from the transparent doors that reveal him stepping through. His eyes catch on Harry who immediately lets go of your phone and grins an enchanting smile.

You curl it into your chest while nodding at your coach seriously, lips stretching tightly before you're walking in front of him and heading towards the gray-haired man.

“Come on, no distractions, you know this!” He comments, unibrow raising pointedly at you as he begins to walk along your side.

“Not a distraction, he was just being nice.” You say, leaving Griffin to grunt disapprovingly to your response.

But, you ignore him, head twisting around for a moment to see Harry, eyes locked on your retreating body, and when your sight connects he immediately turns to look distracted with lips squeezing into his cheeks.

The sore pain that aches within your muscles appears evident as you limbly slide amongst the ice. You wanted to take this practice easy, especially with your tournament in three days, but Griffin on the other hand wants everything perfect.

Your thighs burn and biceps tingle tiredly as your body succumbs to your routine that you’ve been performing for two hours straight, he was nit-picking everything about your performance as if your face wasn’t layered with exhaustion overcoming you.

The compelling chorus rings through the arena, your arms flexing outwards as you take two large strides, body twisting around to spin, perfectly landing your lutz before switching direction and continuing your motions to your next move.

And with each lyric does it race your mind of the curly brunette who has you in a frenzy. Going through his social media, rewatching his stories or seeing what he’s tagged in; for someone who wants to focus on oneself, you sure know how to watch someone.

But, hell, you’re confused. Harry with his dimple grin and tall frame, all the small moments that have happen tug at your heart strings, feelings as if maybe this is someone you can get to know? Or should you just swallow your pride and ignore it all, stick to what you know.

Caught up in your annoying thoughts and your heart a battlefield of the uncertainty between you and another hockey boy, one who should be the least of your worries, you find yourself regaining focus on your performance.

Easily you twist backwards into lengthy glides, figure eight cutting into the floor as you pick up momentum, left leg escaping to lift you up, your double axel clean until your right foot lands sideways, your left leg swinging you into the air to fall on your ass, arms spread out and catching your back before you slam against the ice.

“Y/N! Dammit!” Coach Griffin yells from the bench only leaving you to roll your eyes as you ball your fists together, slapping them into the cut up ice. “Run that part again!”

Your hands brush over your face, tears springing to your eyes from the exhaustion overtaking you. The tension flexing through every bone adds to the water that pierces your eyes, as you tug them away from the surface your sight immediately catches on Harry who looks concerned.

That’s your cue to stand, shaved ice running over your thick stockings and skirt while your thermal heated long sleeve doesn’t help the cold you ingest making your way back to your previous stance to retry your spin.

The music cuts a few seconds before your jump, you’re back to twisting and turning until this time sticking the landing of your previous miss. And as the dance continues you couldn’t help but let tears of frustration trail out, you're immensely tired and want nothing more than to ice your sore limbs rather than over extend it, but to even suggest that to your coach would just result in him saying.

“Pain is beauty.”

It’s why you suck through the rest of your performance, pulling through and striding painfully across the ice and stretching your limps over head to conclude your practice.

You’re thankful this time around there isn’t quite a large crowd to see you perform, but the fact Harry watched you take a fall today was embarrassing in itself. His presence in your life beginning to make itself known.

You found him cute with his stuttering yet confident self, the fact he can be nervous around you but tell you his thoughts as if nothing. It was refreshing to find that within someone, especially him. It showcases the difference between someone who tries while someone who simply doesn’t care.

But, who’s to say Harry is trying? Who’s to say Harry is even interested in you as much as you think about, and even if that was the case there’s only one thing that should be important to you right now, that gold medal, not some man who you barely even know.

Your heart and mind are pulling at each other and suggesting so many ‘what if’s’ moments you think you might explode. If there is one thing you’re good at, it’s overthinking; and right now it’s one of those times. Your darting eyes catch between Harry who looks indecisive to speak while Griffin looks displeased.

“You need to be sharper! Your timing should never waiver, you need to hit every mark; now go on and stretch,” His navy blue tracksuit stalks down the hallway filled with hockey players getting ready to take over the rink.

Your sight trails off of his shuffling body and to Harry who stands left to the entrance, timid smile stretching at the same time you turn away to grab your water bottle, immediately walking after your coach who just berated you.

“Hey! Hey! Y/N!” Harry is there next to you, thick shoulder and leg pads cushioning his walk. His hockey stick rattles against the chip painted floor, the call of your name has you bite back the tears that swirl around your eyes.

“I’m sorry but not right now,” You faintly smile turning to him, hand reaching out and pulling the loose strands of hair behind your ear, feet picking up pace as you see your locker room come into view.

But the heavy padding of him next to you doesn’t stop, and with the feeling of his palm catching your shoulder in his hold, your head whips around as if looks could kill.

“I just wanted to check on you, make sure you’re good? That was one landing,” Harry says, expression soft as his brow is perched with worry. It has your frazzled expression relaxing a bit. You shake your head, body stepping away from his touch as you look down at your skates.

“M’Fine,” You sigh in defeat, attempting to act as if you didn’t fall flat on your ass or get yelled at.

Though you shouldn’t act like it didn’t happen because he’s staring at you completely worried as if you sprained your ankle or worse. His towering appearance and bulky frame shields the space around you as people float past.

“Honestly, I hope you don’t take what he says to heart, you looked stunning out there, absolutely—”

“Oh, please spare me the theatrics,”

Your eyes roll at hearing the words people say to try and cheer you up. You know your performance was shit, it was obvious from your form to the lazy expressions today, but you’re tired, and your mind is a battlefield of forgetting someone old and welcoming someone new.

“I wasn’t good today, I know I wasn’t… I don’t need you to try and butter me up to make me feel better.” Hands squeezing against your hips as you look at him, the outburst of words immediately has you pinching your mouth together and stepping back. Head shaking tightly as you look between him and the ground.

“I —I’m sorry, I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just”

“Tired.”

Harry finishes your sentence, a sheepish smile extending across his lips before he’s stepping towards you, evening the space out as he looks over your irritated face.

“I can tell, and I don’t care if I’m buttering you up with compliments, even if you are tired you still own that stage.” His words lift your gaze up; furrowed brows relaxing with lips twisting into your cheeks.

“I know how it feels to be exhausted, running on E, I can relate and… just hope you take it easy once you get home,” Harry’s hand that once touched your shoulder lightly hooks onto your palm, you find yourself allowing him to cradle your fingers gently swaying your hands.

“Nice warm epsom salt bath, Tiger Balm and clean sheets?”

“Are you using muscle relaxing remedies to flirt with me?”

You both laugh, sight sparkling as your once pierced eyes relax. Chest softening and stare pleasantly admiring the tall brunette before you while his own view appreciates the beauty in front of him, your fingertips blindly tapping against each other.

“I hope it worked?” Harry counters, stepping closer to you. The comment makes your ears tingle slightly, your body welcoming his towering appearance as he practically covers you with all his equipment on.

“I’m definitely feeling better.” You find yourself admitting. Cheesy smiles being exchanged. It’s the delicate touches and innocent connection that make you feel an invisible string tying.

The fact that he relates to your frustration and even calmed you down from being railed up despite you saying hurtful things, it comforts the sewn fragments of your heart that experienced neglect when frustrated with your own feelings. As if feeling like having no one to confide in or talk to, moments you were tired and would be ignored.

Harry instead recognizes your hurt and comforts you, he’s polite and genuine, caring eyes looking at you happy that you're relaxed compared to your previous appearance.

“I, uh, was actually thinking are you—”

Buzzer loudly sounding from the scoreboard notifying the opposing sides to take the ice, meaning that it’s Harry’s cue to follow his team. The eye roll and giggle that leaves the space is cute between the bodies of you both. Your sight looking up at him as your skates rock back and forth.

“Why is it that every time I try to—”

“Aye! Yo! Styles! Let’s go!”

Another trail of laughter escaping as Harry huffs, head nodding annoyingly to his friend who calls for him.

“I’ll text you!” He grins, stick clicking by his side as he walks backwards grinning towards you.

It’s in that moment do you realize what transpired. Harry and you being so close, fingers dancing amongst each other like when you both cross over the ice, and the way he easily drew you in, all sweet and kind. You’re not familiar with such peace, especially with a man you barely know.

You’re still standing by the locker room, sight stuck on the 22 in bold white letters on his back, helmet and stick slinging in his hand as his curls flex against the wind, head leaning back to allow water to flow directly into his mouth. The sight is one you can’t help but admire because of how handsome he looks, tall and beefy striding along the ice, jawing tensing as he swallows the water, his body walking him through the opposite door of his team section to set his bottle down.

It’s when he turns around to look towards the rink does his eyes catch onto yours, your cheeks immediately heating up as you tear your eyes away and retreat into the locker room.

[hellbornsworld]

JUNGKOOK FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS(13)࿐ ࿔:･ﾟ࿐

𐙚 Late Night Encounters | underground boxer!jk x volleyballplayer!reader | Series | @cherrygukkie

𐙚 Drown for You | siren!jk x f reader | Series | @jeonstudios

𐙚 My baby girl | Jungkook X Reader | One-Shot | @rkivepetals

𐙚 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 | Neighbor!Jungkook x Fem!reader | One-Shot | @cravetive

𐙚 A cheating way | Jungkook x f!reader | One-Shot | @bangytell

𐙚 Valentine Vixen | Stripper! Reader x Rich! Jungkook | One-Shot | @bunnyhugs77

𐙚 lonely hearts club | JK X Reader | One-Shot | @dovechim

𐙚 Woman on Top | JK X Reader | series | @heartbeatan

𐙚 Man Eater Hunting | Idol! Jungkook x "Man Eater”! Reader | One-Shot | @httpjungkookcom

𐙚 oxygen | Mafia!Jungkook x f!Reader | One-Shot | @gimmethatagustd

𐙚 Empty Space | Police Officer Jungkook X Reader | Two-Shot | @ahundredtimesover

𐙚 Trapped Hearts | Jungkook x Fem!Reader | @kxxkiecxre

𐙚 sanguis | vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader | Two-Shot | @7deadlysinsfics

𐙚 LOVE WAGER! | jungkook x fem!reader | Series | @2hightocare

𐙚 sate | Vampire!Jk X Reader | One-Shot | @adonis-koo

𐙚 the curious lifespan of migrating monarchs | streamer!jk x international student!female oc | One-Shot | @alphabetboyluvr

𐙚  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @solecize

𐙚 bottle up old love | Jungkook x Reader | One-Shot | @wintaerbaer

𐙚 new beginnings | ceo!jungkook x figureskater!oc | One-Shot | @nochukoo97

𐙚 the philosophy of good luck | tattooartist!jungkook x reader | One-Shot | @kidguk

𐙚 Colors | Jeongguk x Reader | Series | @inkjam-moon

𐙚 The Prince with the Ugly Heart | Prince!JK X Reader | Series | @daydreamindollie

𐙚 Son Of Dracula | vampire|jungkook x human|reader | Series | @katobobato

𐙚 THE YOUNG WOLF |  jungkook/reader | game of thrones au | One-Shot | @junqkook

𐙚 Babe 🎀 | Husband!koo X reader | One-Shot | @rkivepetals

𐙚 lifetime. | yan!jjk x reader | Two-Shot | @blackswan446

[azsazz]

Cold Shoulder

Hockey!Azriel x Ice Skater!Reader

Summary: Anon Req: after sprinkles of luck and doubt i cant stop thinking of hockey!az being weird and distant and then comes in figureskater!eris to be readers skating partner and the jealousy that ensues ooooooooo

AKA Part 2 to Sprinkles of Luck and Doubt

Warnings: Angst

Word Count: 2083

Other Fics in the Hockey!Az AU: Penance, Shut Out, Out of Order, All's Well That Ends Well, Brr-eakdown Shots & Spins Sprinkles of Luck and Doubt

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“Where’s your guard dog?” The boy you’ve been trying to ignore since practice started says. He skids to a halt at your side, his skates spraying shards of ice across the worn ice. It’s due for a Zamboni soon, and glancing at the bright red numbers ticking the time away, you have twenty more minutes of skating until you’re done for the day.

It works perfectly for your schedule because you haven’t been able to focus since Azriel left you with a somber look after sneaking into the women’s locker room before his weekend away with his hockey team.

You don’t know what had gone wrong. Everything seemed fine when he pulled you into his body and you could feel the press of his thick cock in his pants against your stomach. He’d been more than excited to see you, and you’ve never felt more important than in his arms right then. Because he’d snuck into the women’s locker room to say goodbye. He could have easily left you with a text, or nothing at all—you knew his schedule like the back of your hand by now—but he felt inclined enough to break the rules to see you one more time before he left.

You get the saying now, because if he really wanted to, he would.

What you can’t grasp is the sudden change in Azriel’s mood. He’d gone stiff against you like the flip of a switch, and it wasn’t the good kind of stiff that reflected in his jeans. It was the kind of stiffness that you clocked immediately, fed on. When his body locked up, yours did too. When he refused to meet your gaze as he said a soft farewell, you didn’t have the heart to watch his off-putting demeanor.

It's been days since you’ve seen him. An entire week, almost. You’ve seen Cassian and Rhysand in passing, but they haven’t offered anything about Azriel and you hadn’t asked.

You’re not going to be that girl, even if the prolonged no-contact with someone you thought you could fall for is driving you up the wall.

“Practice,” you bite at the boy staring down at you. You wince at your tone. You answered much too quickly and with much to emotion for anyone to believe you, and you see it in the way Eris’ amber eyes soften a touch.

You don’t want his pity. You don’t need it.  All you want right now is to get off this damned ice—because of course it reminds you of Azriel, nearly everything does—and head back to your dorm to ice your throbbing knee.

You’ve known Eris since you transferred to Velaris University. He’s a challenge at the best of times and a menace at the worst, but he’s arguably your first friend outside of your dormmates, and even then, you’re not entirely sure they actually like you or if they just tolerate you because you all live together.

Maybe you need to start being a little friendlier.

“What happened?” Eris asks softly, and your throat grows tight with emotion. He’s the first person to ask, and for the first time since Azriel disappeared on you, you want to break down and let it all out. You want to spill every consuming thought you’ve had while you were overanalyzing and you want someone to feed into your delusion as much as you want someone to talk you off the ledge of crazy.

But you can’t do that, not in the middle of practice, because as soon as you open your mouth to spill, coach is shouting at you and Eris to run through your routine again.

You sigh in frustration, but it does nothing to ease the heaviness in your heart. After finally admitting that the injury you’re recovering from has been bothering you as of late, coach decided that working with a partner would help ease the stress on your knee while also keeping you working towards your goal.

You know you’ve had the option to work with a partner, but you’ve always been solo, and it’s difficult to allow yourself to put this much trust in someone else. The last time you put your trust in someone, he left you feeling like a wet towel abandoned on the shower stall floor.

Eris is well aware of your injury and how your recovery has been going, and he’s been more than happy to gently ease you into the routine. He’s been gentle with you during tricks, and you’re more thankful than you let on. As you get into position to practice one more time before you’re dismissed, you remind yourself to thank him properly by taking him to dinner or a movie or something he enjoys.

Eris counts you off and then you’re gliding across the ice together. His hand is a warm weight against your hip but it feels all wrong. It’s nothing like the hand you want there, the one that’s a brand against your skin.

You startle when Eris’ hand finds your other hip, preparing for your first trick. You wobble on your skate and he rightens you with a frown that you brush off with a head shake, taking a breath and focusing on what you do best.

Two, three, four, jump! Eris lifts you with ease, hauling you above his head. You engage your core and pose for a beat, two, and then he’s lowering you back to the ice with a gentleness that you haven’t experienced in pairs before.

This go-around, you’re mostly practicing lifts. Coach wants you and Eris to accomplish a triple twist lift, but you’re rusty working in pairs, and you need to work up to it. Plus, your knee screams in agony during your next trick, no matter how many times you’ve done a spiral.

Gods, you’re pushing it.

But to be the best, you have to.

You’re focused so intently on ignoring the pain flaring up your leg and the tricks you’ve yet to master to notice the figure across the arena. Hockey practice just let out, and a quick glance to the clock on the wall would have told you that if you’d been keeping an eye on it. Of course, you know the hockey schedule by heart. At first it was because you and Azriel would try to align your practices to get out on time so that you could find a dark place to touch each other, but now it’s because you wanted to escape any chance of seeing the broody hockey player you���ve decided you’re giving the cold shoulder to.

Azriel’s hazel eyes latch onto you and the hand he has wrapped around his hockey bag tightens until his knuckles turn white. He doesn’t know the guy whose hands are all over you, doesn’t like the way he grabs your hips to lift you, doesn’t like how close his face is to yours, how his eyes glitter with amusement when you curse under your breath. He doesn’t like the way your body looks molded to his when you jump or the way that you stare at each other at the end of your routine, both panting so hard that your chests nearly brush with every inhalation.

He definitely doesn’t like the ire flooding his bones like magma, nor the prickling sensations of jealousy that threaten to overtake his body, march him onto the ice, and beat the shit out of the guy that’s touching what’s his.

And he most certainly doesn’t like the way that you favor your uninjured leg as you make your way off of the ice.

Azriel can’t help himself, he’s a fool. A fool for leaving you. A fool for not messaging you that he needed time to figure his own shit out, that things with you were becoming too real. A fool for every doubting whatever you had in the first place.

He fucking missed you. All weekend, all week. He should’ve found you sooner, but with the loss against the Sparrows, coach has been making the team do double practice so they’re prepared for their next game tomorrow night, and with his classwork and personal life stacking up, he hadn’t prioritized you.

He’s realizing now that he should have.

Azriel doesn’t know what he’s doing until he’s halfway to where you’ve come off the ice and are listening to your coach. Eris stands too closely to your side as you nod, and it takes you longer than he wants to admit to notice him.

He watches your pretty eyes go wide, drink him in from head-to-toe—which he secretly preens at because you still want him, even after he’s acted like a jackass all week—and then narrow in a glare so harsh his steps falter.

Surely, he knows he fucked up, but he hadn’t gauged just how angry you’d be.

Very, apparently.

Azriel’s still trying to muster up what to say when coach dismisses you. You turn to Eris instead of moving towards Azriel, and the black-haired boy bristles at that fact. He can’t hear what you’re speaking about, but when Eris graces you with a charming smile and an agreement, Azriel knows he doesn’t like that one fucking bit.

You snatch your towel from where it’s hanging over the edge of the bench and wrap it around your neck, following Eris towards the locker rooms. You have to work to keep your face neutral, but your knee is killing you. All you want to do is go home, prop it up and ice it, maybe even devour a pint of ice cream or two, but upon seeing Azriel waiting for you in the walkway off the ice, you hastily invited Eris to grab dinner with you instead.

You want nothing to do with Azriel at the moment.

He’s still glaring at your friend when you try to pass by. Azriel grabs your arm but it’s gentle, and sends a zip of lightning up your spine.

“Hands off, hockey douche,” Eris defends, but Azriel doesn’t pay him a second glance, his intense eyes focused entirely on you.

“Can we talk?”

His voice is so soft, eyes pleading, that you want to cave immediately. Crawling right back into his arms sounds like bliss right now because you know Azriel well enough to know that he’s noticed how badly your knee is bothering you, and he’d be a great caretaker. But that means he’s also noticed how he left you, by the remorse in his eyes, and how upset you are with him.

“I can’t,” you respond, sticking to your guns no matter how painful it is. Azriel’s hand is warm on your arm, and his touch alone is already battering through your weakened defenses. You lift your chin and reprimand yourself all in the same motion. “I have plans.”

“Cancel them.”

“I don’t think so,” Eris huffs, hovering by your side. Azriel’s face hardens and you manage to hide your wince when he turns his glare on your partner.

“This conversation doesn’t involve you, firedick.”

“Azriel,” you hiss, and he hates that you’re using his full name. He hates that you sound so upset. “Apologize.”

He sets his jaw, staring down at you. You stare right back, arms crossed fully over your chest. There’s a bead of sweat brimming at your hairline that Azriel wants to brush away, and it’s a struggle not to haul you into his arms and drag you back to the hockey house with him to talk.

After a few terse seconds of silence, you scoff. He’s not going to apologize to you, and he presumably liked you, there’s no way in hell he’s going to apologize to Eris for calling him a crude name.

You manage to sidestep Azriel, though you’re sure you only get away with it because he lets you. He’s a persistent man and usually gets what he wants, but not today.

If he wants anything to do with you, he’s going to work for it.

“I’m sorry,” Azriel says when you’ve taken two steps away from him. You know it isn’t directed at Eris, but at you. Your steps falter and your lip wobbles with emotion. You wonder if Azriel knows what he’s sorry for, or if he’s just saying it to appease you.

You glance at him over your shoulder, cursing your wet eyes for giving you away.

You say thickly, “Yeah, me too,” and continue down the hall to the locker rooms.

Azriel watches you go.

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Azriel Hockey!AU Tags:

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[sturnsdarling]

the library

love and cigs, merc

(!) indicates smut, (✯) are my faves

!'I don't know how to forget you' ✯

matt and y/n have been best friends their whole life, but after a drunken kiss and a night of tangled limbs, everything is changing.

‘I get them too, sometimes'

y/n has an anxiety attack and Matt calms her down the only way he can think of in the moment (based on the ICONIC stydia scene)

'lets just stay here for a while'

{part two of 'I get them too, sometimes' } anxious!reader has an anxiety attack so bff!matt kisses her to calm her down, after, they agree to not go back to the party and just hang out with each other for a while.

!'Dinner and a show'

Matt and his girl go to dinner, but little does he know she has something planned for him when they get home.

!‘never have I ever; shared a girl with my brother' ✯

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

!'Birthdays in Boston' ✯

a prequel to 'I don't know how to forget you', and the full story behind the photo of Matt and y/n on the fridge

!'save a horse...'

you and Matt go to a ranch for your anniversary and end up finding an old abandoned barn, taking the perfect opportunity to live your true wild west fantasy.

'teenage dirtbags', Intro, part I, part II, part III, part IV

Skater!Matt and Overachiever!reader have never gotten along, but after Matt needs her help passing philosophy, everything starts to change.

'gloves off'

Hockeyplayer!Matt is on the ice, and a guy from the other team says something about his girl, so Matt deals with him

!'It's 2am, and I miss you'

You and Matt broke up months ago, but he cant seem to get you out of his head.

!‘need to taste you’

ex!matt is in his feelings, and they’re all directed at you….

!’flashing lights’

you and matt discover his new LED lights have a clap on/off setting, and take full advantage of it.

‘cherry cola’ ✯

you ask for Matts assistance in dying your hair red

‘it’s so obvious’

the boys’ best friend joins them for a stream, and fans notice the tension between her and Matt

!’after party’

tour!matt and his girlfriend can’t wait another second once he gets off stage…

!’english love affair’…incoming

Matt and his brothers go on tour in the UK, and whilst in a crowded london bar, he meets a girl that he can’t get out his head

!’I know you will’…incoming

you’ve been desperate for matt all day, and you’re finally alone

you're my only option...incoming

figureskater!reader has a major competition coming up, but her partner dropped out last minute, leaving hockeyplayer!matt her only shot at gold

...more tbd

'are you still awake?'

Chris and y/n had a stupid fight, but he refuses to go to bed angry

!'just need t'feel you around me'

part two of 'are you still awake?', Chris can't keep his hands off y/n once they make amends after an argument.

'Chris likes girls who don't like him back' ✯

Late night streaming with your best friends turns to a conversation about the boys' type, and Chris gets called out.

!‘never have I ever; shared a girl with my brother ✯

Matt and Chris’ best friend takes an innocent game of ‘never have I ever’ as her opportunity to ask the boys something she’s always wondered

!’take it’

You and Chris have had sex a thousand times, but this time, after a dirty comment you thought nothing of, Chris’ secret obsession comes to light

'lazy days'

Sometimes you just need a pretty girl on your lap and some good music, and that’s what Chris has with his girl.

!'I can make you feel better'

Chris has been in a mood all day, and theres only one thing that will get him out of it

...more tbd

*indicates fratboy!mattXreader | *indicates fratboy!chrisXreader | **indicates interaction with both (if it's both, fb!matt is always the romantic interest)

*!'you're much better company, tough girl' ✯

fratboy!matt has met his match with smartand'mean'!reader, and he can't get enough of her

*she's the coolest person I know'

fratboy!matt tries to play it cool about him and smartand'mean'!reader spending alot of time together, but fratboy!chris and nate aren't convinced

*'stay the fuck away from her'

fratboy!chris leaves shy!reader alone at a party for the first time and it goes south, quickly.

**'what the fuck is wrong with you?' ✯

fratboy!matt calls smartand'mean'!reader after the fight, telling her she needs to come look after shy!reader, but after she finds out what happened, she lays into fratboy!chris, giving him the reality check he needs.

*!'you look like this song'

smartand'mean'!reader is getting ready in fratboy!Matts room, listening to Nirvana, and he can't keep his eyes off her.

**an unlikely friendship' ✯

fratboy!chris needs a girls help with a deal, and the only girl he knows he can trust, is fratboy!matts.

*fratboy!matt and smartand’mean’!readers insta launch

“yeah my boyfriends pretty cool…but he’s not as cool as me”

*'boyfriend' ✯

smartand'mean'!reader goes to one of fratboy!matt's freshers parties, and has a run in with a boy that doesn't end well.

*'beast boy and raven'

smartand'mean'!reader convinces fratboy!matt to dress up for halloween

*insta posts

some things found on fratboy!matt and smartand’mean’!readers instagrams

**!'all I wanted'...incoming

fratboy!matt and smartand'mean'!reader find themselves at their breaking point

!'lemme jus' put it in

how and when Chris/Matt would beg for you to cockwarm them...according to merc

!'what chris is into'

the kind of stuff chris is into…according to merc

!'how the boys fuck', II

links and blurbs on the boys' style...according to merc

...more tbd

[qwimblenorrisstan]

ACOTAR Masterlist

🥀 = Angst 🌼 = Fluff

🌸 = Comfort 🌹 = Smut

Request Guidelines

Azriel

~ Free Fall | Azriel x Angel!Reader 🌼

Summary: After you fell from the sky into his arms, Azriel finds you as his mate, and finally introduced you to his family.

Part 1 | Part 2

~ Blood Red | Azriel x Cassian’sister!Reader 🥀🌹🌸

Summary: After both you and Azriel are left, abandoned and replaced by those close to you, you find company with him in a night of drunken lust, only for old secrets to be unburied in the morning along with a mating bond.

~ Kindred Spirits | Azriel x Rhys’daughter!Reader 🌸🌹

Summary: Amidst Starfall, Azriel discovers that he has a mating bond with you, Rhysand’s daughter, and after pleading his case, he gets to spend some quality time with you at the cabin.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

~ Candles and Cuddles | Azriel x Reader 🌸🌼

Summary: You take Azriel to get a personal wax mold of your hands intertwined, and after overcoming insecurity, settle into each other’s warm embrace.

~ The Clandestine Culinarian | Azriel x Reader 🥀

Summary: Azriel requires a deadly poison, and the only place he can get acquire it is through a bakery in Hewn City, and in the process grows closer to you, the owner of the shop, and is there for you when tragedy strikes.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

~ Snow Bunny | Azriel x Reader 🌼🌹

Summary: After the bat boys enjoy their annual snowball fight, in which Azriel wins, he gets the best prize of all, a night alone with his mate.

~ Short Drabble | Azriel x Reader 🌼

Summary: Sleepy mornings with your mate.

~ Catch of the Eye | Azriel x Hippy!Reader🌼

Summary: After you moved into Velaris, your bright demeanor and clothing seemed to demand Azriel’s attention, as well as the rumors of the Princess of Autumn’s disappearance.

~ Dawn Daydreams | Azriel x Peregryn!Reader🌼🌹

Summary: While visiting Dawn Court with his High Lord and Lady for political relations, Azriel finds himself falling for you, Thesan’s sister, from a distance, only for the bond to snap in the middle of the High Lord’s meeting.

~ Home, At Last | Azriel & WitchDaughter!Reader🥀🌸

Summary: Unbeknownst to Azriel, an encounter he had with a witch nearly three centuries ago will come back to haunt him when his shadows begin speaking of you, his “daughter”, a witch in danger of being thrown out of her coven.

~ Glimmering Shadows | Azriel x Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: While visiting Spring Court on political business with Rhys, Azriel meets you, a Faerie with little glimmering sparks that help you in the same way his shadows help him, and he decides that visiting you a few more times afterwards couldn’t hurt.

Part 1 | Part 2

~ Wine-Nights And Shadow-Sneezes🌼🌼

Summary: You are an artist in Velaris, and a popular one at that, leading you to befriend Feyre. She invites you over to drink wine with her, only for you to later be left alone with Azriel as he confesses something he never thought he would.

~ A Silver Storm | HockeyPlayer!Azriel x FigureSkater!Reader🥀🌼

Summary: Shortly after moving to a new school for better opportunities in figure skating, you meet Rhys, Cassian, Azriel and Feyre. After accidentally getting you in trouble with a teacher, Rhys invites you to a party to make up for it, and at the party you and Azriel end up getting a lot closer than you would’ve imagined.

~ Insufficient | Azriel/Eris x Reader 🥀🥀

Summary: After a few months of dating, your relationship begins to crack, and the truth behind Azriel’s odd behavior comes out.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

~ To Be Known | Azriel x Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: You’ve always been afraid to confess to Azriel about your feelings for him, but after a hookup gone wrong, everything begins falling apart, and he’s there to pick up the pieces.

~ Subservient | Azriel x Orphan!Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: Rhys’ reputation in Hewn City is less than stellar, so when an orphanage becomes overwhelmed, he offers to take some in. His plan doesn’t turn out how he expected when he’s instead sent you, an employee there, sent to scope Rhys out before sending children to him. And in true High Lord fashion, he unceremoniously dumps you off on his brothers.

~ Treason | Azriel x Reader 🥀🥀

Cassian

~ Put Back Together | Cassian x Nurse!Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: After the recent attack on Velaris, you, a nurse, find yourself struggling with all the death surrounding you. However, Cassian is always there to put you back together.

~ Just This Once | Cassian x Witch!Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: After a witch has been discovered in Windhaven, Cassian has been sent to bring the creature back, and ‘domesticate’ her, according to Rhys. It proves a difficult task, but he soon discovers that you aren’t as ‘strong and independent’ as you seem.

~ Cassian Hc’s 🌸🌼

Summary: How Cassian would interact and care for you, his teenage daughter.

~ Loving Lies | Cassian x Reader 🌸

Summary: Only a few days after the war with Hybern ends, Cassian discovers that you, the “male” that’s been his Second in Command for nearly a decade, are a female in disguise.

~ Beach Day | Cassian x Reader🌼🌼

Summary: During a lengthy visit to Day Court with the Inner Circle, so Rhys and Feyre can discuss political matters with Helion, you and the Inner Circle find more entertaining things to do, such as have a beach day.

~ Lazy Sunday | Cassian x Reader 🌹🌼

Summary: Lazy mornings with Cassian don’t always go as planned. Today is one of those days.

~ Blizzard | Cassian x Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: During one of the worst storms in Illyria, Cassian, of course, decides to visit you and travel through said storm.

~ Bloody Cuddles | Cassian x Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: Cassian has no where else to go except to you when he shows up at your door in the middle of the night, beaten and bloodied.

Rhysand

~ Never Again | Rhysand x Reader 🥀🌸

Summary: Rhys has been too caught up in his work lately, not giving you any of his time. After forgetting the date you'd both scheduled tonight, that was the last straw, and you go out with Azriel instead, only for Rhys to plead for your forgiveness.

~ Dreamers | Rhysand & Daughter!Reader🥀🌸

Summary: After Madja is away in business for two months, he has to find a healer to replace her in her absence, which happens to be you, his bastard daughter, and unbeknownst to him, Azriel’s mate.

~ Saving Grace | Rhysand x Reader 🥀

Summary: The war between humans and Fae is about to happen, and you, desperate to save Autumn Court, your home, from the destruction to come, are going to attempt a political alliance with the current High Lord of Night Court’s son, Rhysand.

~ Reaching | Rhysand x Reader 🥀🥀

Summary: Your mate isn't the same after coming home from Under the Mountain, but despite how frustrated you get, you'll keep reaching out your hand.

Poly!Bat Boys x Reader

~ Insatiable | Bat Boys x Reader 🌹🌹

Summary: Rhys didn’t expect you, his mate, to have so much energy when the frenzy began, leaving him worn out, and so he calls Cassian and Azriel to come assist him.

~ Meaningful Mistakes | Azriel x Cassian x Reader🌹🌼

Summary: After what you had thought to only be a simple one night stand with Cassian and Azriel, you discover that you’re pregnant, and while delivering the news, the bond between the three of you snaps.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

~ Bondage w/ Bat Boys Drabble 🌹🌹

~ Cocooned | Cassian x Reader x Azriel 🥀🌼

Summary: During a storm, you cuddle up with Cassian, and reminisce about Azriel.

Eris Vanserra

~ A New Dawn | Eris x Reader 🥀🌼

Summary: Feyre grows closer to you, a close friend of Lucien’s, as you visit him while she’s in Spring Court. During that time, she learns of you being given to Eris as a servant by Amarantha, but no one could’ve suspected how deep the relationship between you and the Autumn Court heir went.

~ An Exchange in Etiquette | Eris x Reader 🌼🥀

Summary: When a poorly mannered royal his age shows up at the ball, teenage Eris can’t help but take pity on her, offering a deal, that he give her a lesson in etiquette, in exchange for a lesson in defiance.

Lucien Vanserra

~ Missing You | Lucien x Reader 🌸🌹

Summary: After coming back home from a long trip to Autumn Court due to his emissary duties, Lucien is exhausted, but still more than willing for whatever touch you’ll give him.

~ Distractions | Lucien x Reader 🌹

Summary: You’re struggling to write the script for the next chapter of your novel due to overthinking and self-doubt, and Lucien knows exactly how to distract you from it.

~ Onesies | Lucien x Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: A girl’s night with Feyre, Elain and the Valkyries leads to your mate being stuffed into a onesie much too small for him.

~ Unveiled | Lucien x Reader 🌸🌹

Summary: You find yourself insecure one afternoon while going out with Rhys and Feyre with Lucien, and your mate seems to have picked up a few suggestions from the Illyrian.

Elain Archeron

~ Allergies | Elain x Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: Elain wants to visit the new cat cafe in Velaris, but can’t because of your allergies, so she comes up with a creative solution…

Nesta Archeron

~ Bewitched | Nesta x/& Reader 🌼🌼

Summary: Nyx’s Halloween costume doesn’t fit; you and Nesta have a solution.

[luludeluluramblings]

Imagine neglected reader was an Olympian and the batfam still forgets then

Reader: Paris fucking sucked Alfred

Alfred: it is in France young master.

Damian: Don’t soil our family name with foul- wait why were you in Paris???

Reader, deadpan, stares at him and holds up their Olympic gold medals while flipping him off: vacation.

FigureSkater!Reader and the family starts Tonya Harding-ing people. 😈

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Orbiting: pt.1°

[icehockey!jungkook x figureskater!reader] [600+ idiot fwb to lovers; mutual pining, both has the libido of a teenage boy, it's so cliche it's unbelievable how clueless they are]

-

“Don’t stop baby,” Jungkook moans. He love-hates how you're slowly bouncing on top him. On one hand, he loves how you use him to pleasure yourself, slowly sinking inch by inch until you spear yourself on his cock. On the other, he wants nothing else than to fuck you dumb and to his pace—hard and unrelenting, he wants nothing spilling on your lips but his name and moans of pleasure.

"Come on, Y/N," he urges as he tries to thrust into you, his cock impaling you on top of him and you can't help but moan louder. "Fuck," you pant, "do that again." And so he does, planting his feet on the bed, his hips angled, he pistons his cock into you, bottoming out. Your body goes pliant above him as you submit yourself to your shared pleasure, your mouths move like magnets finding each other and momentarily locking in a heated kiss.

Jungkook reaches for your hand, brings it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, and it has you fucked. It's small gestures like this that makes not only your pussy clench, but your heart, too. It just feels too intimate, as if you're more than good friends seeking each other out after his game for a good fuck to relax his adrenaline.

Needing to ground yourself, you pin his hand beside his head and pull him for another kiss. Because a kiss, you can handle. You've kissed many times before—your lips already familiar to his teasing bites, your tongues danced sloppily around each other's mouth a thousand times.

With his other hand rubbing your clit, you unravel within minutes. Jungkook erratically thrusts below you, chasing his high, until heavy grunts leave his lips as he cums.

"Fuck, that was..." you pant, mind blanking as you look for the right word, still in a bliss. Jungkook only chuckles, hand caressing your back, basking in your afterglow.

But the moment is short-lived, and Jungkook eyes you as you pull away, "Second round at my place?"

"Not today," you pout, "I have to be at the rink in about...5 minutes."

"Can I watch?"

"Nope. Coach says it's closed practice for today. Something about a new skater coming in for tryouts." You're rushing to get dressed and Jungkook helps by fixing your skirt.

"Again?"

"Yep, apparently the last guy said I was too much of a bitch to skate with," Jungkook sees you roll your eyes. "Ah. That just means he can't keep up and you bruised his ego."

"Right," you humor him, watching him pull away to pick up his clothes, "you said that about the last guy, too."

Jungkook hums, "Him, too."

"And what about you? You can keep up with me, right?"

Knowing where the conversation's going, Jungkook faces you, "Y/N, that was for fun. And we were teens then," he chuckles, "I tackle men now and hit pucks on the ice," he's walking back to you, "none of what I do fits the graceful criteria your coach is looking for."

You giggle, having already known his answer but it's worth the ask because you've seen Jungkook bust a move on ice. Granted, not as graceful as you, but even you started out stiff.

"Right," strands of your bangs fall on your face as you nod, and Jungkook's hands, like habit, reach out to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture not lost on you and your knees buckle. If only there were no consequences from missing today's practice, you would gladly suck his cock dry right here and now.

"Plus, seeing the routines you do, there would be too much tension building between us that by the middle of a routine," his eyes flicker to your lips, "I might end up taking you on ice."

Oh, you are his to ruin. If only he knew.

Pulling your mind out of the gutter, you scoff, eyes rolling once again and push him by the chest. Again, Jungkook only laughs as he takes your hand and leads you out of the lockers.

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>> Page 2

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hockeyteam!141 x figureskater!reader pt 3

thank you all a million times over for all your love on this series! comment to be added to the taglist and send some asks my way if you have a scenario that you wanna see these characters in, i eat it up!!

cw: drinking

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9

price stood at the center of the face-off circle, his stick resting on his knees as he sized up his opponent. it was the third period and the score was tied 2-2. price’s team was on the power play after the visiting team had received a two minute minor for slashing. figured, he thought. they’d been playing dirty all night; the ref just finally saw fit to call them on it. it was two minutes where they had the upper hand, two minutes to take advantage of their strength in numbers. he adjusted his stick in his grip, looking over his shoulder to make sure gaz and soap were in position before turning his attention back to the face off. he inhaled, and on the exhale, the sound of rubber smacking the ice hit his ears.

price gained control, taking the puck down the ice into the opposing team’s zone. he glanced to his left, meeting soap’s eyes before making a pass. soap received it, the puck smacking off his stick as he took up position on his side of the ice. a defenseman skated towards him, poised to try for a steal. but soap was ready. he made quick eye contact with gaz, sending the puck sliding his way. gaz took advantage of the fact that no one was on his ass, taking it and skating ever closer to the opposing goal. price was lined up, ready to go. it was the perfect position for a slapshot straight over the goal line. the goalie wasn’t watching his right flank, still preoccupied with gaz skating towards him. perfect. gaz made the pass, simon smacked the opposing defenseman into the boards to stop his approach, and price swung. the puck slid over the line before the goalie even knew what happened, setting the buzzer blaring.

through it all, you were watching in the stands. their coordination on the ice was enough to show you why they were first line, why laswell trusted them more than anyone else to get the game started on the right foot and to end it just as smoothly. you were one of the first on your feet after the goal, shouting and clapping. soap skated past price, giving him a congratulatory knock on the helmet as gaz held up his glove for a fist bump. simon gave price a thump on the back, skating behind him as they returned to the bench. “good shot, cap,” he shouted over the music, stepping off the ice as the second line stepped in to relieve them.

you smiled and waved as soap turned to meet your eyes. you’d taken to sitting right behind the bench, making your presence known to them rather than blending into the crowd like you’d done before. soap winked before nudging kyle, who tapped simon’s helmet, who elbowed price. soon, all four sets of eyes were on you. you blushed under the weight of their collective gazes, but managed to collect yourself enough to give them two thumbs up. price chuckled, nodding his head in thanks at your gesture. soap tugged his helmet off, the sweat making the longer strands of his mohawk stick to his forehead. “come out with us after tha game!” he called, his voice slightly muffled by the plexiglass. you didn’t even hesitate. “yeah, ‘course i will!”

…

it was a handy victory after that, simon managing to eke out a goal of his own before the game was over. this win would move them up in the league rankings, signal to everyone else that they’re a force to be reckoned with. with an ever-rotating roster of fresh blood, rebuilding years were bound to happen. but now they were on the rebound, and it felt better than any vice they indulged in. 

that wasn’t going to stop them tonight, though. the four of them stepped out of the locker room to find you waiting, your coat draped over your arms. your eyes were glued on your phone, a familiar crutch to pass the time. the moment you heard soap and gaz’s jovial chatter, your head snapped up, meeting the eyes of your victorious men. you flashed them a smile and a little wave, closing the distance between all of you. “that was a really good game tonight,” you said sincerely, your eyes flicking between the four of them. it wasn’t just a win for one of them, it was a win for all of them. you wanted to make sure they all felt properly congratulated.

“thanks, dove,” price replied, a smile of his own threatening to show through. usually, his mind was racing with thoughts of how they could improve, what they could’ve done better. but not tonight. tonight was for celebrating, and he wasn’t going to let his overactive mind get in the way of that. gaz chimed in, putting his hand on price’s shoulder. “well, it helped havin’ our good luck charm in the stands. didn’t it, cap?” his pointed glance settled on you as price chuckled, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of pink. their good luck charm. how about that? “good point, kyle,” price said. the weight of their eyes boring into you threatened to overwhelm you, like the tide overtaking the shore.

thankfully, johnny’s scottish brogue broke the tension. “did’ja see my assist in the second period, bonnie?” he asked, shouldering past gaz to be closer to you. you couldn’t help but laugh a little, nodding at him as you clutched your coat a little closer to your body. “yeah, i did,” you reply. you also hadn’t missed the way he skated with more gusto after that, knowing that you’d seen him. “it was impressive. you all work so well together out there.” simon finally made his presence known, shifting on his feet beside price. “yeah, we’ve worked really hard to get ourselves there,” he said, sounding proud of the progress they'd made as a team. you notice kyle and johnny exchange a glance, but you can’t quite read it. there’s something there under the surface, something that goes beyond the game.

before you can spare it a second thought, price places his hand on your shoulder, guiding you out the doors of the ice rink. “c’mon, dove. we’ll take my truck.”

…

it’s around your third mixed drink that you start to get a little more comfortable.

they’ve paid for the last two rounds for you, indulging whatever fruity concoction you find yourself craving. they took you to the one good bar for miles where the air was free of stale cigarette smoke and depression. the five of them weren’t the rowdiest table by far, but they were holding their own. the boys carried on their own conversations in the background, chattering loudly about the game. as you sip at your vodka cranberry, your attention is on kyle’s phone screen as he swipes through pictures of his family. “and tha’s my brother, steven. he’s got a wife and kid. haven’t seen ‘im in a while, they live kinda far.” soap nudges him, causing his phone to nearly tumble into his pint of guinness. “don’ bore the poor lass,” he says, his words already starting to slur a little. johnny was drinking whiskey, which hit a little harder than the beers that his teammates were nursing. no wonder he was on his way to being three sheets to the wind.

you blush and shake your head, giving kyle a reassuring glance. “it’s not boring, i promise. i like getting to know you all. it’s what friends do, right?” friends. you hadn’t stopped to think about it before, but you supposed you’d fully entered friend territory with all of them. you’d come to watch them play multiple times now, and they’d come and watched you skate. not only that, they’d stayed for both your programs and stuck around when the final rankings were posted. mere acquaintances didn’t do that. 

your words seemed to strike some chord in each of them as the hum of their side conversations abruptly stopped. you caught price smirk over the rim of his glass as he took a swig of his drink, his posture confident with his shoulders back and chest forward. johnny looked at you like you’d hung the moon and stars just for him, but only for a moment. kyle’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, like he hadn’t expected you to perceive them as friends. and simon, as usual, was hard to read, but you were getting there. there was a tightness in his expression that spelled unease to you. you faltered, opening your mouth to backtrack before price waved a hand to cut you off.

“nah, the bird’s right, johnny. guess we should know some things about each other if we’re gonna be friends.” his smirk remained, his eyes now fixed on you. maybe it was the alcohol talking, but you could swear you saw a glint of hunger in his eyes. you swallowed, desperate to ignore the electric thrill that struck your core. “why don’t you start us off, love? we wanna know more ‘bout ya,” he said, leaning back against the booth seating and staring you down expectantly. you clear your throat and take another long drink from your glass. you’d need some liquid courage for all this.

“well, i’ve been skating since i was little. i’ve loved it for as long as i can remember.” the memories brought a smile to your face. you recalled sitting in front of the television set, cross-legged as you watched the figure skaters dance on the ice in your ballerina dress. your dad sat next to you, telling you that that could be you someday. you certainly hadn’t competed in any olympics, but you were proud of the level you’d achieved. johnny chuckled, his hand coming to rest on your thigh. it sent a bloom of warmth through you and your cheeks flushed crimson. “somethin’ besides the ice, bonnie,” he said playfully. “we wanna know you, not the skater.”

you composed yourself quickly after being startled at his touch, settling into the casual display of affection. glances were once again exchanged, but this time, it was price and simon. “umm…my favorite color’s green,” you said, looking between johnny and kyle for approval, to see if this was what they wanted. when you got a nod in reply, you decided to continue. you told them about your favorite foods, family vacations, the artists that were on heavy rotation in your car radio. they seemed to hang on your every word, letting the aura of you seep into their bones so they’d never forget it.

the more you drank, the more you talked. so price kept the drinks flowing.

…

kyle drove you home in price’s truck, your swaying body sandwiched between ghost and soap. johnny had an arm around your shoulders to keep you steady and simon had his hand on your arm for comfort. you’d been drunker in your life, but you certainly had a good thing going. all this contact from attractive men was only fueling the fire, butterflies stirring in your belly that weren’t born of alcohol. you muttered things you knew you wouldn't remember in the morning, something about how warm their bodies were and how good they looked in their pads and gear. they were gentlemen, of course. their touches remained innocent as they walked you to your door and made sure you got in safely, staying until they heard the lock click. they had to be satisfied that you were secure for the night.

as the four of them piled back in the truck and headed back down the road, it was simon who broke the silence first. “we gotta have her, yeah?” he said, his voice a rumble that harmonized with the engine. kyle and johnny didn’t respond, looking to their captain for a response. ultimately, he made the final call. price hummed, his head falling back against the headrest of the passenger seat.

“yeah, think we do.”

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hockey game

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a few days had passed from your last - and definitely awkward - meeting with matt, and there wasn’t one moment in which your mind didn’t replay the event of the showers on loop, leaving you to overthink what had happened: what was all that? was it the heat of the moment that had you both acting out, or was it genuine attraction? he was attractive, sure, but were you actually that attracted to him?

lost in your thoughts you started to zone out, momentarily forgetting that next to you sat the devil’s advocate, also known as chris. “hellooo,” he called out, waving a hand in front of your eyes, “earth calls baby, do you copy?”

you scoffed, swatting his hand away while muttering a soft “get your filthy hand out of my face” under your breath. “dude, you were fucking gone,” he commented in an exaggerated tone, before a weird glint began sparkling in his eyes. you leaned back a little, perplexity written all over your face as your friend’s face leaned closer to yours. “did you fuck him?”

“what?” you almost screamed, pushing him off of you. “what on earth are you talking about, chris?”

you watched as a smirk took place on chris’ lips slowly. he tried to hide it by biting his lip, before words spilled uncontrolled by his mouth. “your little rendez-vous in the shower. so, did you have sex?”

your cheeks broke out in a crimson red blush furiously burning you whole, panic almost settling in before a little light switched on in your brain. you two were alone in the locker, so how did he…

“did you push me there on purpose?” you finally screamed incredulous, attracting a few puzzled looks from college kids moving around on campus. you didn’t care though, not when you came to the realization that chris had purposefully told you that the water wasn’t running knowing that you would have checked it for yourself, effectively bumping into his brother half naked fresh out of the shower. 

chris’ smirk widened as he saw the gears in your mind turning, putting the missing pieces of the story together. “bingo,” he whispered, leaning back against the tree trunk you were sitting under. “don’t thank me, by the way. oh, and i told him you’re coming to our home for those little study sessions of yours. don’t worry though, me and nick won’t be there.”

you watched wide-eyed as your friend brought both arms behind his head, closing his eyes and resting there as if he was sunbathing on the beach. you tried to talk numerous times, your mouth opening and closing like a fish in a miserable attempt to scold him, to tell him that he couldn’t just toy with you however he pleased and act like he was doing you a favour. in the end, you finally snapped back to your senses and smacked him across his face, earning a pained grunt from the boy who was now holding his cheek, the soft, pale skin slowly turning redder by the second.

“are you actually crazy?” you exclaimed, sitting up on your knees to look at him better. chris groaned once again, glancing at his hand that was once on his cheek almost as if he was scared there would be blood on there. how dramatic. 

“oh c’mon,” he whined, sitting up straight, “you could really use this time. and also…” he began, eyeing you up and down, fixing his gaze on your tensed features. “...you really need to get laid. you’re too stressed.” once again, you were at a loss of words from his bluntness. it wasn’t something new, but usually you were the blunt one, so to see the tables reverse it was a weird and unexpected experience.  

“chris- i fucking hate you,” you groaned, burying your head in your hands as despair came clawing at your insides. you could not let the meeting happen, not after what had happened just a few days prior. “why, what happened?” asked the boy curiously. you glanced at him between your fingers, realizing too late that you had spoken out loud. you sighed, shaking your head while you gathered your belongings and threw them in your bag. “nothing,” you said while getting up, shaking the grass from your pants, keen on running from your friend as soon as possible. “listen, i’ll see you later, yeah?”

“i’ll send you the location! and i want you as near as possible to the rink at the game!” 

“yeah, yeah, sure,” you whispered, heading towards your room. yeah, you were fucked. 

some hours later…

“what do you think?” you asked, holding a baby blue shirt to your torso. honey turned around, nodding in approval as she slipped her own shirt on. she looked around the room, sitting down on cherry’s bed as she tied her shoelaces. “by the way, where’s your roommate?”

“already at the rink,” you replied, grabbing the phone from the desk. you quickly skimmed over the countless messages cherry sent you, announcing mindlessly to honey that apparently they were holding two spots for you two and that the arena was filling more and more by the second.

quickly, you made your way to the rink, meeting nate and his crew right at the front. you observed as he immediately pulled honey into a hug, your nose scrunching from the obnoxious smell of alcohol reeking from his breath. your eyebrows shot up in surprise as his eyes lingered on your friend more than necessary, basically stripping her with his eyes. fucking disgusting. honey shot you a quick glance, to which you could only reply with a shrug and a confused laugh. as a look of unease made its way on honey’s face, you decided to step in and save her from the drunken state of your friend. “c’mon, we’ll see you later guys,” you said, interlocking arms with honey and nodding to nate and his friends, before pulling her out of that rather awkward interaction. 

you made way to cherry and other girls from your figure skating lessons, sitting down next to them. “can you not-” you began, showing to cherry your phone overflowing with messages, “fucking bombard me with messages? everytime i think something urgent has happened and it’s always something stupid.”

“what do you mean stupid? the choice of a new leotard is pretty much fundamental, what if i choose a color that makes me look like shit?” you look back at the girl who’s 100% serious about the matter before bursting out in laughter, absolutely incredulous. soon after, cherry’s scold turned into a soft smile, then she, too, bursted into a fit of laughter. 

too caught up into your conversation with your roommate, you failed to notice nate plopping down next to honey until you feel her knee nudge against yours, your head turning immediately and landing on the drunk man sitting too close to you for your own liking. you nodded in her way, asking a silent question: are you okay? honey shook her head, not really wanting to talk about it as her eyes fixed on a spot on the rink. you turned your gaze back to nate, scoffing and rolling your eyes as he continued to blabber drunkenly.  

the loud horn blew through the speakers, lights dancing around the arena as the players entered the rink, the speaker screaming something in the microphone that got muffled by the loud cheering of college students all around you. you got up, pulling honey so she could see the team of our college entering. your eyes quickly inspected the rink, landing immediately on matt’s back. and, as if between you two were pieces of a magnet, he turned to face your way, his icy eyes immediately finding yours. you couldn’t help the flashback from days before replaying in your mind, but you decided to distract yourself. tearing your gaze away from matt’s, you spotted chris. “look,” you leaned over honey’s shoulder, yelling over the noise, “there’s matt and there’s chris.” 

honey didn’t respond, but by the way she was looking at the boy you knew she had heard you loud and clear. deciding that teasing her might ease some of her nervousness, you laugh, “you’re drooling,” watching then how the girl tried to defend herself. 

you watched as the brothers talked to each other seemingly focused on the game that was going to begin soon, but you couldn’t help but notice the sneaky glances matt threw your way more than once. fuck, this wasn’t good. 

from your right side, cherry nudged you lightly. “have you talked to him?” she asked, nodding in his way. you shook your head, slumping against your seat. cherry knew what had happened in the showers since that day you had blasted through your dorm door with a rather shocked face, immediately rambling about the little encounter you had with the triplet. to cite her words, you had been “stupid for having let this opportunity slip from your hands”, so since then each time you two met she would always ask you the same question in hope things had changed. they had not. in fact, it seemed like you and matt had reached a common pact of avoiding each other as much as possible, not wanting to deal with the consequences of your slip up. 

finally, the game started, pulling you away from your own thoughts. minutes flew by and the crowd got more and more agitated by the second. you glanced to the clock, gnawing nervously at your lip: 40 seconds to intermission and neither team managed to throw the pluck in. suddenly, a collective gasp rose from the crowd: at first you almost missed the way a member of your team stole the puck from the other team, which then ended in chris’ grasp as he glided skillfully towards the net of the enemy, fast yet controlled. 10 seconds left. two members of the opposite team blocked chris’ path, almost managing to retrieve back the puck if it weren’t for chris’ leap of faith towards matt, the little black disk sliding between one of the boys’ legs and ending right in front of the other sturniolo who was waiting exactly for this moment to almost throw himself towards the net, hitting the puck with his stick and making it land inside just as the intermission bell rang, the crowd exploding in screams and yells as the +1 point appeared on the score screen.  

matt threw a victory fist up in the air, shoving the helmet off his head as the team flew his way, crushing him in a joyous hug. you jumped up with the rest of the audience, clapping your hands and cheering while on the other side of the arena the students from the other college booed at you. you didn’t care though, not when the air was sizzling with electricity.

“look!” yelled cherry, pointing to the boys hugging in the rink. there, right at the center of the hug stood matt, his eyes fixed on you. even when chris elbowed him playfully he didn’t tear his gaze from you. he smiled at you softly and you reciprocated, nodding in approval as you kept clapping for him.

eventually, the boys headed towards the benches to recharge, dragging matt with them.

you turned towards honey, chuckling as you noticed that her eyes hadn’t ripped once from the rink. “having fun?” you asked her, to which she nodded. “i can tell, you haven’t taken your eyes off the rink the whole time, let’s make sure your eyes don’t get stuck now.” you laughed as you saw her annoyed expression, leaving her to be while you toyed with your phone. suddenly, a message from chris came through:

❛❛ chris🏒 ❞

⤷ we have a problem

you furrowed your brows at the single message, quickly glancing back to the rink as the bell rang again, the boys gliding in again. you analyzed chris, trying to understand if he was sick or hurt, but he looked neither. with a last glance at your phone you put it back in your pocket, trying to enjoy the second part of the game.

that was, until a player shoved chris on the ground, and said boy got back up and charged towards him like a fury, ripping the helmet from the guy’s head and punching him multiple times. you couldn’t help but scoot to the edge of the seat, your back straight and tense as you waited for the ref to separate them. he didn’t, though, and you watched with horror as matt tried to intervene before things got out of hand, effectively ending with chris pushing him out of the way. finally, the refs managed to separate the two boys, sending chris to the penalty box where his coach started yelling at him. 

what none of you expected, though, was for a girl to run to the box, pounding on it until chris opened it and welcomed her in a hug. suddenly, the mysterious message made sense. trouble wasn’t a sickness, or an ache, or even this little stunt he had just pulled, trouble was this girl he had just kissed in front of two colleges. “no fucking way,” you muttered, your heart beating incredibly fast in your ribcage as adrenaline came back running through your veins. 

you turned towards honey who seemed to be in a trance, calling her name over and over before she bolted out of there, heading towards the penalty box. “shit,” you exclaimed, running after your friend who had never moved faster before. as you reached the box, you couldn’t help but notice matt moving towards you, resting his free hand on the glass that separated the players from the crowd right where yours was, in a <hidden> attempt to be closer to you. you would have lied if you said that the gesture didn’t make your stomach erupt in butterflies, but you had to snap back to reality when <chris’ girlfriend> spoke to you in a rather bitchy tone. 

“nu-uh girl, you’re not talking to your reflection, i’m not the bitch here.” you spat back, watching delighted as her features morphed into horror, your little remark hitting a nail in her ego. how pathetic. you heard matt stifling back a chuckle, his fingers tapping mindlessly on the glass. Fuck, you wanted to touch him so bad. but as tempted as you were in the moment, you knew you had bigger problems to take care of, and that’s how you ran to honey again who was leaving the stadium, after flipping that addison girl off. you slipped your hand in honey’s, dragging her out of there while muttering angrily under your breath. 

“she’s ugly as fuck, too. he downgraded,” you muttered more loudly as honey sobbed into your shoulder, stroking her hair and back comfortingly. you looked around, noticing people giving you weird looks on the street as if they’ve never seen a person cry. you rolled your eyes, clearly annoyed before pulling honey with you, heading towards her apartment building.

“baby, look” murmured honey softly, handing you his phone. you read chris’ messages, your expression laced with disgust as a new wave of anger washed over you. you scoffed angrily, switching then to nate’s messages and cringing from the clearly altered state he was in. “chris is a fucking weirdo, the switch up was crazy,” you said, shaking your head. “at least nate was nice,” you commented. but was he? or was he only drunk speaking? “i guess,” you added lastly.

finally back to honey’s apartment, you follow her to her bedroom, throwing her some pjs and looking for a spare to wear. “i’m staying here tonight, okay? i’m not letting you be alone.”

and as you and your friend spent the rest of the night watching movies and giggling to little dumb remarks you made about your life, you didn’t notice your phone vibrating with new messages.

❛❛ unknown ❞

⤷ hey, it's matt

⤷ i asked chris for your number, i just wanted to check up on you

© stvrnioloslvt

ও a.n: AAAA IT'S FINALLY HERE EVERYBODY, FUCKIN FINALLY.

ও go read @sturnslutz part, too, she's the fucking queen of angst and honey's pov is absolutely amazing!

ও as always, let me know if you liked this little thingy, and remember that you're always welcome to pop by in my inbox🩷

[anyalovesu]

hi!! i just wanted to say i loved your jungwon fic did you like her in the morning its so good! esp cause i love niki too like you literally had me crying at midnight. i was wondering if you had any plans on a part 2? you dont have to but i kinda had an idea of making it based on the song paths by niki and it will be in jungwons pov? maybe the reader became a famous figure skater and maybe an olympian and jungwon watches her from the screen thinking of what could’ve been. like maybe ae-cha and won’s relationship didn’t end well and jungwon regrets everything but hes so late. you can choose between a happy ending or not but this is just an idea! thank you sm again cause i really needed a cry

𝓟aths

—Wherein Jungwon's and Y/N's paths cross again in a common friend’s wedding.

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genre : angst ; hurt/comfort ( ??? )

pairings : jungwon x ex!reader ; sunghoon x fiancee!reader

wc : 2k+ words

cw :

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ oc(s) is mentioned ( ae-cha and miyeong )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ non-idol!au ; gamedev!jungwon , olympic figureskater!reader

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ jungwon is still slightly an ass , but he gets over it and gets his shit together

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ y/n is still weirdly very nice for her own good

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ ( ft. ning ning from aespa , riwoo from bnd ; heeseung & jake from en- )

☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ not proofread ( yet )

song : paths - niki ( buzz , 2024 )

part 1 : here

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The sound of his mechanical keyboard clicking filled their office as he groaned in frustration trying to figure out what went wrong with the game they were developing. It wasn’t much help that almost everyone in their department was yapping about the Winter Olympics and how the country’s figure skating pair representatives came from the same university as their game development head. 

Jungwon was fully aware of your endeavors, you won several national titles with Sunghoon in the past year and it was no secret to anyone that your chemistry has evolved your partnership into a beautiful relationship. You were the country’s favorite couple at the moment, you and Sunghoon were on the news everywhere when you both were announced to be selected to compete for the Winter Olympics in Italy.

Of course, Jungwon was happy for you. As he should. You did nothing to stand in his way of his success. If anything, you have always been supportive of his game development dream—there was even a point in time where you’d stay up all night, looking for the best companies he could bag a great internship program for. But it was rendered short lived after he made his decisions. 

Him and Ae-cha managed to stay together for the next two years of their lives after what happened. After graduating, they went and bought a house together and even got engaged at some point. Jungwon was on top of the world and over the moon when all of those things laid themselves before his eyes… but life happened.

Things didn’t work out too well for the both of them with Jungwon being absorbed into this project, and Ae-cha being too busy with her community service as she began to work her way into competing for the Miss Universe title which then started to take a toll on their relationship, as Ae-cha is determined to win her title first before getting married. They used to fight so much about not having time and not being able to give their part of the relationship anymore—maybe that comes along with the fact that they have drifted far apart while they chased for the dreams that they were well aware that the other had. But one time, the fight got so bad that the both of them came into the point of questioning whether it was still right to stay in that horrid situation. They were as bad as being broken up anyway with the both of them barely seeing each other because of how busy they got. 

It wasn’t like they didn’t notice that they were drifting far apart from each other. They knew. They most definitely knew. But were they strong enough to face the truth that their relationship that came at the cost of someone else’s peace was going to waste? Were they brave enough to accept that after you forgave the both of them for breaking your heart, they were going to break each other’s next? No.

So for the love of everything good, they tried to make it work.

“Oh my God! They won!” Riwoo jumps from his seat, raising his phone proudly showing everyone the competition live stream, as if he was the one who won the title. “Gold! Jungwon! Your schoolmate won gold with Park Sunghoon!”

Jungwon decided to pick up his phone and check his social media accounts to see how the competition turned out. And there it was,

Milano-Cortina 2026: Park Sunghoon, Y/N L/N Receives Gold Medals in Artistic Pairs Figure Skating.

He couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride that you have finally reached your ultimate dream of competing in the Olympics and won gold for that matter. He knew you’ve always been passionate about skating, it just wasn’t something he was interested in back then. Even so, he was busy supporting Ae-cha to realize that he’s neglected you in the process. He has been unfair. He has been cruel to you and up until now that he and Ae-cha have gone their separate ways, the guilt still keeps him awake at night, like a monster in his closet when he was a kid waiting until all the nightlights are turned off before it jumps and mauls him.

It feels unfair and delusional of him to feel the need to reconnect, especially when she’s asked to never show his face to her again when the both of you last spoke, which was the day he picked up his belongings from your apartment. Either way, you were happy with Sunghoon and even after everything that happened, he still loved Ae-cha very much. Every insecurity about Ae-cha that you confessed two years ago is coming back to bite him in the ass because everytime he looks at Sunghoon, he just knows… that Sunghoon is everything he will never be.

“Holy shit, man! Park Sunghoon is proposing!”  Ning Ning rises in glee coming over to Riwoo to hit his arm repeatedly out of excitement. “Holy shit that is so cute!”

“Did she say yes?” Jungwon blurted out, making everyone’s eyes turn to him, suddenly curious as to why all of a sudden Jungwon was interested in what was going on in the competition. 

Of course they didn’t know you were Jungwon’s ex-girlfriend. None of them went to the same university so, without a doubt they would not know if he didn't bring it up. Plus, not letting them know would be for the best, as it could possibly taint Ae-cha’s rapidly rising career. It was for the better that they didn’t know. You guys agreed to keep your relationship private when you were together anyway, so it was no big deal that it remained private even when you guys broke up. 

“Of course, Y/N said yes!” Ning ning chimes at him. “They’ve been so in love since they were like competing against each other!”

Wrong. You loved Jungwon first. Before there was Sunghoon, Jungwon loved you first. He was there before him. Which was a stupid thing to think about because technically, Sunghoon was there before him. Sunghoon, albeit only being seen by you as a competitor or a partner, only exclusively saw you as a friend and you, the same for him.

Not that it still matters though. He fumbled and Sunghoon was there to make sure he wouldn’t make the same mistake as Jungwon did. So there he was on international TV, proposing to the love of his life, after they both just reached their dreams of winning the Olympics. 

“Good for them,” he lied. 

He could’ve had that. As enraging as it sounds, he once dreamed of marrying you too. He once imagined living in a house with tall fences and having dogs and a kid probably. However, as life happened, he began to see that world more clearly with Ae-cha. Now apparently, life happens in the most mysterious and fucked up ways, because everything fell apart and he lost Ae-cha in the process of it. 

Real love was an active thing to do and along with making good decisions, Jungwon has failed to do it. It wasn’t as easy as relaxing and sleeping next to them—it’s a constant thing to do that you continue feeling even when you get tired or even when you’re going through your lonely nights. 

Jungwon gets it now. And while he still has Ae-cha’s name written all over his heart,  it’s already too late.

Even Ae-cha has made her peace with all of these. And he should actively strive to do that too.

So, when Jungwon receives an email inviting him to a common friend’s wedding, he contemplates whether he has the stomach to be there even if the groom was his friend after finding out that you were going to be the bride’s maid of honor.

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It confused Jungwon as to why he didn’t feel uncomfortable in the presence of both his ex-girlfriend and his ex-fiancee in the same room as him. Maybe it really comes to a point where if most of the people involved have already had their peace with what happened, it doesn’t feel that hard to deal with anymore. 

“Jungwon!” It surprised him that Sunghoon was the first one to greet him. He had this light aura to him, Jungwon didn’t feel judged that he even showed up after everything that happened. Even you and Ae-cha were speaking. You seemed to be having a wonderful conversation with the bride as you guys danced with the bride on the dance floor.

“Hey man,” Jake, the groom, smiled at him, patting him on the back.

Two years have gone and past, and seeing all these, most of their college friends being around enjoying the night made him realize that he was the only one left to not accept how things happened—the only one left to not have peace with what was already in the past. He was bitter, even though he absolutely had no right to because he was the one making his problems in the first place. 

“I heard about the game,” Heeseung asks him, seemingly interested. “How’s that going?”

“Well,” he replies, completely avoiding looking behind him where the girls were having the time of their lives. “Still has a few more months before we send it out to some for beta testing. Congratulations on the wedding, Jake, by the way.”

“Miyeong and Y/N have been stressing about it for months now,” Jake chuckled at him, glancing at his wife fondly as she laughed, holding on to Y/N for support. “They were really trying to sort everything out before Y/N goes to compete in Italy.”

“Congrats on that too,” he turns to pat Sunghoon’s back “And your engagement.”

“Thanks man,” Sunghoon grinned at him. 

Jungwon could not feel but be left out. Most of the people around here have accomplished so much in two years since graduating, may it be in their home lives or their careers. While here he is, dwelling on the bitterness of him being stuck in his game development project that’s progressing slower than he expected, after him and Ae-cha called the wedding off. He couldn’t help but feel insecure.

“What happened to you and Ae-cha anyway?” Heeseung blurts out. “You were going so well.”

‘Doing so well’ was such a big fat lie. Everything was crumbling behind that facade and they had to keep it that way for Ae-cha’s image. 

“Ae-cha realized she doesn’t want to get married until she’s won her title,” he explained calmly. “We’re fine though. We’re still friends.”

“I’m sorry man,” and there it goes.

He didn’t want their conversation to turn into a mini pity party for him. They’re supposed to be celebrating the union of two important people in their lives that are too disgustingly in love with each other—not pitying him for his failed love life. He manages to excuse himself to get some fresh air and enjoy some silence after all the small talk he had to do with a bunch of acquaintances that he met during the reception.

On the other hand, you spot him sitting alone outside. You contemplated at first whether you should approach him or just leave him be. After all, you didn’t want to stir the pot and cause trouble over something that has already been peaceful for years now. 

“It would mean a lot if you could explain to him that you meant your forgiveness,” Ae-cha hummed next to her. “If that’s okay with you.”

Minutes ago, you found out about the called off engagement along with the whys and hows of the way things played out. As much as you hated to admit it, even from afar, you had caused the both of them to feel guilty for how you left things. Despite Ae-cha explaining that it was completely on them, you knew deep inside that Jungwon took it to heart that you never wanted to see him anymore. And yes, maybe at the time you said it, you really meant it to the bottom of your heart. You were desperate to find comfort and peace as soon as possible after it happened before your eyes. You did what you have to do and you’re glad that you did. But now that you’re older and wiser, you suppose it shouldn’t hurt to help someone find peace in it too, right?

“That's okay with you?” you glance up t Sunghoon’s tall figure now standing behind you.

“Doll, I already have our last names engraved on that ring on your finger,” he chuckled, always so confident, “I’m fine with it. I trust you, jagi.”

“Alright, let me get a drink first.”

You walked right up to him, with two glasses of Manhattan cocktail in your hand and settled next to him. 

“You should be inside there getting wasted with your brothers,” you chuckled at him, handing him the drink. “Moping around here isn’t going to give you the peace that you’re looking for.”

“I thought time would give me that peace,” he mumbled honestly. “Lousy motherfucker never gave me anything.”

“Sorry,” you blurted out. “I shut you and Ae-cha out of my life as soon as I could.”

“You were hurt,” he replied. “You had every right to do that.”

“I’m sorry because it affected you more than I thought it would. I didn’t say I regret doing it,” you laughed lightly, looking up at the clear sky, though the stars were blurry from all the light pollution coming from the hotel’s ballroom. “Leaving things behind sometimes gives you more comfort than you think it would.”

“Cha and I hurt you so much, Y/N. How can you just forgive that?”

“Well I’m not hurt about it anymore, Jungwon,” you sigh heavily. “I’m okay. You should be okay with it too because if not, you’d be dwelling over nothing and that’s going to hurt you more in the long run. It’s all in the past, Won. You still have the future to write however the fuck you want.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because the sooner you accept how things turned out the easier it will be for you. And it has been two years, Jungwon. I’m okay now. I’m getting married. I’ve forgiven you and Ae-cha a very long time ago. It’s about time you forgive yourself too.” Your voice was soft and understanding. For the record, it has always been like that. The only time he ever heard you raise your voice was the last time you guys spoke and it broke his heart to realize that he had caused that. “You’re never going to learn how to love Ae-cha unless you let go of what’s already said and done. You can do better. You can be a better person. The mistakes that you made when you didn’t know better doesn’t have to be who you are for the rest of your life.”

“It’s too late,” he replied, remembering that even if he does end up forgiving himself, Ae-cha has already called off the wedding.

“Ae-cha is literally just waiting for you to get your shit together, you dumbass,” you snort. If he wasn’t certain whether you were intoxicated a while ago, he’s sure as hell that you are now. “It’s hurting Ae-cha to see you dwell on it for so long that she had to step back for the meantime. Why else would she have agreed to your proposal if she didn’t want to marry you? For as far as I know she only said she didn’t want to get married until she got her Miss Universe title—which I’m sure as hell with your woman’s incredible brain and beauty, she will get as soon as she steps in that stage. She never said she didn’t want to marry you! She wants to be with you even when you’re a complete fucking airhead and could not take context clues for the life of you.”

“I’m still here,”  he replies. “I never left.”

“Which is the fucking problem, Yang Jungwon,” she rolled her eyes. “Get your ass up and get your girl back because I did not just leave my dapper, handsome, wonderful, great of a fuck, Olympic gold medalist soon-to-be husband just for you to sit here and act like a kicked puppy. Chug that shit down and get Ae-cha back you blithering idiot.”

The playful harshness in your tone managed to get through his lonely facade and made him laugh. He chugs Manhattan down and looks back at you.

“I’m glad our paths crossed again, Y/N.”

“That, I am glad for too,” you smile at him putting up your fist as he does the same to bump it with you. “Ae-cha deserves better. You can be a better person for Ae-cha, Jungwon.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Jungwon.”

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a/n : i could not stop myself from writing this right away :') i enjoyed buzz so much and paths is another one of my favorites ( + heirloom pain lol ) i hope anon does not mind that i changed the plot a little bit hehe i tried to stick to it a as much as i could <3

( i'd appreciate your feedback and notes sm ! you can leave a note here or send it ur feedback here if you'd like ! )

thank u !

xo, anya ୨୧

[gasstationlady]

right person, right timing, right? | a charles leclerc social media au | pt. 1

pairing: charles leclerc x figureskater!reader (fc: jennie kim and some yuna kim)

after almost a decade, monaco's two-time olympic women's figure skating champion, y/n l/n, moves back home for her retirement.

notes: y/n's career is inspired by kim yuna's career! hopefully it’s not too confusing to read and follow 😭

disclaimer: typos. swearing. chatgpt french. i'm not the most educated in figure skating, so pls excuse any mistakes! photos aren't mine, nothing here is factual.

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nbcsports

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nbcsports Y/N L/N announces retirement after 2024 World Championships

The Queen of Figure Skating has taken her last bow.

NBCSports writer Kyle Smith tweets word that Y/N L/N, whose bid to become a fourth-consecutive World champion was narrowly denied today by the United States's Carolyn Rivers, has confirmed that she will retire at the age of 25.

The Monegasque superstar will end her stellar career with the 2018 and 2022 Olympic gold, three world championships, and the distinction of never finishing off the podium in her senior-level international career.

Read the rest of the article now on our website.

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user no. fucking. way. please say sike rn

user God I don't blame her, figure skating is turning into math these days. She deserved that gold.

user ik monaco is depressed as hell rn LOL bc same

↳ user The way that's so accurate because imagine the #1 athlete representing your country is all of a sudden retiring. 😭😭 Monaco literally only has 2 Olympic medals EVER and they were both won by Y/N, if that doesn't say how significant she is to the country then idk.

↳ user i heard they even nicknamed her "Ice Queen Y/N" 😭😭

↳ user Yes, she is called "La Reine des Glaces" in Monaco!

user no hate to carolyn at all but she isn't rlly a complete skater. i'm extremely disappointed with the judging today

user wow i suddenly can't read

user Nooooo not my favorite skater ☹️

user i can't imagine watching a competition without y/n present :( such a major loss for the fs community, but i wish her the best in her retirement! 🥺🥺

user she just did one of the best performances i've ever seen, just to end up winning silver?? make it make sense fr

yourusername

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yourusername chez moi est là où est mon cœur, je t'aime monaco 🇲🇨 SEE TRANSLATION home is where my heart is, i love you monaco 🇲🇨

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graciegold95 Beautiful 💞

↳ yourusername 💞💞

user are you quiting skating forever? :(

↳ yourusername i’ll be taking a break for a while but i will always skate, just not competitively! ❤️

user Nous regretterons de vous voir compétitionner, mais nous espérons que vous passerez une retraite incroyable, notre reine des glaces. SEE TRANSLATION We will miss watching you compete, but we hope you have an amazing retirement, our ice queen.

↳ yourusername Merci beaucoup ❤️ SEE TRANSLATION Thank you so much ❤️

isabeau.levito 🥹❤️❤️

mae_meite Je te souhaite tout le meilleur, jolie 💞 SEE TRANSLATION Wishing the best for you, pretty 💞

user so beautiful

user Bienvenue chez toi ! SEE TRANSLATION Welcome back home !

user i can’t be the only one wishing for charles and y/n to reunite (and get back together) now that she moved back to Monaco 😅

↳ user STOP BC LITERALLY ME TOOO 😭😭😭

↳ user omg i thought i was the only one who remembered they dated

y/nupdates

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y/nupdates Y/N attending a fundraising event in Paris! This is her first appearance since announcing her retirement three weeks ago 🥹

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user I already miss seeing her on the ice 🥲

user omgg her wearing chanel is everything

user aww she looks so happy!!

user How did charles fumble her

↳ user i'm pretty sure that it was just the wrong time for them :(

↳ user Ik that they broke up bc she moved to Canada for skating but why couldn't they just do long distance 😩😩

user y/n will forever be my celebrity crush 😍😍

leclerc16

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leclerc16 Charles in Paris with fans today!

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user seeing everyone surrounding him overwhelms me and i’m not even there 😩

user am i delusional for thinking he’ll somehow see y/n in Paris 😭😭

↳ user I mean they also both have been in Monaco the past two months and so far no interactions between them 😐

↳ user well no interactions that we know of 😁🤔

user charles looks so bf here

yourusername

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yourusername merci @/chanelofficial de m'avoir invitée 💞 SEE TRANSLATION thank you for inviting me 💞

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chanelofficial 💞💞

user face card never declines

user so pretty 😍😍

user omg not arthur AND lorenzo liking this pic?? 👀

↳ user the logical side of me thinks it’s normal bc they all grew up together but at the same time it’s kind of sus since it’s usually just Arthur liking and not both🤔

↳ user 😭😭😭

user wait i’m confused why did she retire at such a young age?

↳ user It’s actually quite common for competitive figure skaters to retire “early.” Y/N hasn’t stated an official reason but I’m assuming the physical and mental exhaustion just got to her, especially because the sport has been favoring difficulty over artistry lately 🤷‍♀️

mlnmarta

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mlnmarta Les aventures avec sa tante Y/N sont ses préférées ❤️ SEE TRANSLATION Adventures with her Aunt Y/N are her favorite ❤️

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yourusername le temps avec Chiara est mon préféré 🥰 SEE TRANSLATION Time with Chiara is my favorite 🥰

user the cutest duo 🥹

user Why is this y/n girl suddenly everywhere

↳ user umm y/n and marta are childhood friends lmao they’ve always posted each other! i think the internet has just amplified everything recently

user so does y/n have no job now lmfao

↳ user I'm like 98% sure she's gonna end up being a figure skating coach or an influencer or both

↳ user guys she's literally still working with her sponsors and i don't think they're dropping her any time soon

↳ user Chilllll she deadass just retired

user NO WAY CHARLES LIKED

yourusername

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yourusername Je voulais juste remercier tous ceux qui sont venus me soutenir lors de ma dernière présentation à Monaco. Je suis infiniment reconnaissante. Ce n'est pas la fin, mais plutôt le début d'un nouveau chapitre. ❤️

I just wanted to thank everyone who came to support me at my final showcase in Monaco. I’m endlessly grateful. This is not the end, instead it’s the start of a new chapter. ❤️

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yourbestie À couper le souffle. Je t'aime ❤️ SEE TRANSLATION Breathtaking. I love you ❤️

user je n'ai pas pu m'empêcher de pleurer en regardant 😭😭 SEE TRANSLATION i couldn’t help the tears from falling while watching 😭😭

user you’re amazing 🫶🏼

chanelofficial 💞💞

adidas A true queen 👑

user WAITTTTT CHARLES LIKED

↳ user It’s aggravating to see Charles constantly being mentioned in Y/N’s comments. Other than that, this is a reach. I think everyone is forgetting that Y/N is highly respected in Monaco so it’s not unusual for Charles to like her photos. You can even check; all of Charles friends and other well known individuals from Monaco are also in her likes.

↳ user lmfaoooo it’s truly not that deep girl, it’s okay to smile

user her adding in her own translation is so real of her 😭

user There will never be another skater as graceful and talented as you 🥺🥺

f1gossip

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f1gossip Charles Leclerc seen with ex-girlfriend Camille Dubois driving around Monaco. Many fans were convinced he was back with a different ex, Y/N L/N, after Charles and his family were spotted at Y/N’s retirement showcase last week. Always Mr. Indecisive 👀👀

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user bruh 😐

user This is crazy wtf i’d be pissed if i were y/n

user CAMILLE AND NOT Y/N BYEE i’m sliding down the wall punching the air sobbing bc what the hell

user i’m going insane contemplating the possibility that y/n and charles were always just friends and never had any intentions to get back together

user not what i wanted to see first thing in the morning 👎

user guys was it all in our heads