#iceskater!reader

[rafeslvbug]

hii angel hope you're doing well🤍 can i request iceskater!reader getting hurt rlly bad during her practices and she asks for hockey!rafe but hes in a middle of the game, neither his coach or teammates tell him because they dont want rafe to leave the game. acter he finds out he gets rlly mad and immediately goes to reader in the hospital

“coach told us not tell you! you were doing so well!” rafe’s teammate exclaims, cautiously following an infuriated rafe around the locker room as he rips off his gear, yanking his hoodie over his head, and packing up his stuff.

“i don’t give a shit what he said! next time, you tell me!” rafe roars in response, slinging his bag over his back and rushing out the locker room. he must’ve ran five red lights, and consistently been over the speeding limit the whole of the ride to the hospital.

to you.

he ran through the halls, not even knowing where you were. asking receptionists, he found, got him no where- he wasn’t family. in the end, he found a nurse nice enough to tell him where you were to put him out of his misery, and headed straight for it.

and miserable he was when he arrived to your room, hair a mess, eyes reddened and looking depraved.

he wasn’t allowed in the room.

he went in anyways.

sitting beside your bed, pulling up a chair and taking your hand into his, soft words and gentle movements, nothing like ten minutes ago when he harassed almost everyone to find you. “baby, hey..what happened?”

“where were you?” is what you manage to get out, holding rafe’s hand in both of yours.

“game, fuckin’ bastard of a–” rafe sighs, knowing you didn’t need his anger. “sorry, they didn’t tell me you were in the hospital i would’ve been here so much faster.”

“it’s okay, you’re here now,” you smile softly, and rafe presses a kiss to your clasped hands.

“well what happened gorgeous?”

“fractured my ankle..fell,” you admit, cheeks turning a shade of crimson.

rafe frowns, a pout tugging at his lips in sympathy. “poor baby,” he murmurs. “you gonna get a cast?”

“yeah, you gonna sign it?” you tease, a glint in your eyes.

rafe chuckles, nodding, “oh sure, brand it nice an’ big, ��cameron’s’ like you’re all mine.”

“sounds good.”

“don’t tease flash, i’ll take you up on that offer,” rafe murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips before pulling away, grateful that you were okay. also pissed he wasn’t told sooner- something he’d have further words about later.

[justsomerandomfanfic]

On The Ice - Hiei X Female Reader

Title: On The Ice

Hiei X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Kurama, Kuwabara, Yusuke, Botan, Keiko, Reader's parents (Mentioned), Announcer, and Reader's coach (Mentioned)

WC: 3,549

Warnings: Mentions of 'mates' briefly, italics, Hiei being himself, ice skater Reader, professional ice skating, very brief mentions of scars, Reader wears leotard with skirt, an attempt at describing a skating routine, crying (not bad), teasing, banter, mini angst, and fluff

You were nervous. Your competition was tomorrow and not only were you nervous about competing, but also because you really wanted your boyfriend to come. 

Well, Hiei didn't really enjoy the term “boyfriend”, it was too human to him. On the very rare occasion that he did refer to you, if it wasn’t just your name, he would call you his “mate.” And everytime he did so, it always made your cheeks flush. For some reason the term “mate” seemed more permanent than “boyfriend” did. 

And it kind of was, from what Kurama had explained. Like birds, demons kept the same mate for life. The thought still made your heart race, that Hiei - aloof, cynical, and “I hate humans” Hiei - was your mate. He chose you. A human. You. You were his, and he was yours. And that fact always made you smile. 

So, why were you so nervous to ask your one-of-a-kind demon boyfriend-mate to come to your competition? Well, again, very simple really. Even though he was dating you - “courting” for him - he still hated most, if not all, human-related things. 

And you concluded that he just might say ‘no’ to going to your competition. It was a possibility. On top of that, you were competing in front of a lot of people, and, again, Hiei hated people. Like yourself, he disliked crowded places. More so humans in those crowded places for him. So, it was only natural for you to assume that Hiei would not want to go. He hadn’t ever come before, so…

You were an ice skater. You have skated since you were very little. Your parents actually ran an ice rink when you were a kid, up until you were a senior in high school. It was something you were born in, grew up in, and loved tremendously. As cliche as it sounded, it was your life. 

You skated at any time you could, when you weren't eating, sleeping, doing anything, you were at the rink. You practiced and practiced until your parents signed you up for competitions. And dare say, you were good. Really good. You won multiple times, earning medals and trophies that littered your shelf growing up. 

But this competition was different, you could just feel it in your bones. And you really wanted him to come see you and watch you skate along the ice. It might have been wishful or hopeful thinking but you wished and hoped that Hiei would be proud of you, maybe compliment you. But Hiei was Hiei. And over the years of knowing him, befriending him, loving him, you knew that was not entirely in his character to do so. And you didn't mind. No, not one bit. You loved Hiei so much. Him just being there, would make your whole week, maybe even month. Oh, who were you kidding? It’d make your whole year.

But, there was one other problem. You hadn't seen Hiei in about a week. Well, seven days, ten hours, fifteen minutes, and three seconds, but who was really counting? It was lonely without him around. It was so quiet. Well, it was almost always quiet, but more so. Yeah, Yusuke, Kurama, Kuwabara, Keiko, and mostly Botan would visit occasionally, but it was like there was this gaping hole when Hiei was away. He took your heart with him.

You didn't mind, he was doing his job. Protecting people by guarding the border. But you missed him. A lot. You just wanted to hold him, run your fingers through his surprisingly soft hair, and just be close to him. It scared you sometimes how much you loved him. 

The scar on your arm reminded you of that. You shouldn’t have tried to protect him from a demon’s claws when he could take care of himself. But that was a story for another day…

Turning the key into the lock, you opened your door before tossing the keys on the kitchen counter. Toeing off your shoes, you started humming a song that was on the radio, work was a bit rough so you had planned to take a shower before making something quick to eat and going to bed. 

“You're late.” 

You snapped your head up, eyes widening before your frown turned into a smile instantly. Hiei sat on your windowsill seat, staring out at the world, as he usually did. He didn't bother to turn his head to look at you. “You're home.” You quickly walked over, half of you overjoyed in seeing him, your heart racing and a feeling of giddiness filling you, the other half hoping your mind just wasn't playing games. 

Hiei finally looked at you as you sat down on the windowsill seat in front of him, his crimson eyes staring at you with disinterest, slight irritation - probably at how bit and bright your smile was - and a little something that you registered as deep affection throughout your relationship. 

After a moment, he ‘tch’ed, before staring back out at the window. He didn't say anything more, so you reached out, your hand laying on top of his. Yes, he was real, he was there. He didn't bother to turn his head.

You scooted a smidge closer, your smile softening at your stared at the side of his face, which was illuminated beautifully by the setting sun. Handsome, beautiful, gorgeous, pretty - you wished that you could tell him more, and you did, but his reply was always the same. A little ‘tch’. Nonetheless, you never missed the faint pink of his cheeks afterwards. 

“Stop staring, idiot.” Hiei muttered, irritated, as always. 

“I can't, it is simply impossible.” You muttered right back, almost dreamily as you tilted your head. “You are far too pretty.” He scoffed at your words, the ‘tch’ leaving his lips as his frown deepened. Called it. You glanced down at your hand on his, your thumb brushing along his knuckles, “How was patrol?” 

“Uneventful.” He answered, before his eyes finally landed on you once more, “You were late.” He repeated, making you nod slightly. You wondered how long he had been sitting there, waiting for you.

“Yeah, my boss wanted me to stay later for some extra paperwork. I'm sorry.” You muttered, raising your knees up to your chest, mimicking him. “I wasn't expecting you to be home. You're usually gone for… For much longer.” You spoke, your words trialing off slightly, unable to hide much of your sadness or disappointment. 

Again, he stared, for a bit longer before he answered, “It is foolish of you to assume that I wouldn't return.” 

You nodded, biting your bottom lip. His words were reassuring, even when he said them with such annoyance. You knew what he truly meant. He would always come back to you. 

“I'm very happy you're home, Hiei.” You looked back at your joined hands, “I was hoping to see you before tomorrow. I was- I was wanting to ask you something. A favor of sorts.” You dared to look up at him, only to see his usual expression with hints of curiosity swirling in his eyes.

“What is it?” He finally asked, and you grinned nervously. 

“Well, I was wondering if you would come to my competition tomorrow.” You managed to say, unable to look at him as you continued, “You know I skate, and I have a competition tomorrow afternoon at the center and I was hoping you'd be there…” You trailed off, the longer he stayed silent, the more nervous you became. “You don't have to cheer me on or anything. Just, you know, you being there would be amazing.” 

“Hn.” He hummed shortly, and you looked up, meeting his gaze once more.

“You don't have to go if you don't want to.” You began to panic, “I mean, I'll understand if you might be busy. Being a demon and all, demon-business, but I just thought I'd ask, uh…” Again, you trailed off, and Hiei stayed quiet, and you continued. “I'll, uh, make sure my booth is open for you if you do decide to come. There’s also the bleachers, but I doubt you’d want to be quashed beside our friends. No pressure.” You reluctantly slipped your hand from his, already missing his warmth as you stood, clearing your throat. "And I know I’ve already said this, but I’m happy you’re home, Hiei." You said softly, giving him a smile, “It’s insane how quiet it is without you-” You turned to head to the kitchen, but before you could take a single step, a hand caught yours, stopping you in your tracks.  

You barely had time to process the motion before Hiei tugged you toward him. His free hand cupped the back of your neck, and his lips captured yours. It was quick - brief, even - but the passion behind it was undeniable. When he finally pulled away, you were left standing there, breathless, your heart pounding, threatening to leap from your chest. 

Hiei's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his expression unreadable, though a faint flush dusted his cheeks. He let go of your hand, his usual composure slipping back into place. Still dazed, a slow, radiant smile spread across your lips. “I missed you too.” You said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his warm cheek before you quickly turned and walked back toward the kitchen, the warmth from the kiss still lingering on your lips as you tried to focus on dinner.  

Behind you, Hiei sat rooted in place, his gaze following you, a low, nearly imperceptible sigh leaving him before he turned to look back out the window.

~~~

The day of your competition was here. By morning, when you awoke, Hiei was gone. However, his space in bed was still warm from where he laid. You bit back the disappointment, and only hoped that he would come watch you skate. If he did come, it would be his first time seeing you skate, as said before. And the mere thought of that fact not only made you excited but also made you all the more nervous if you messed up on your routine. 

The day went on like any other, with the addition of getting ready for the competition. Before you knew it, you had fed yourself, got ready, dressed, and were ready to leave. The center where the competition was going to be held was a thirty minute or so drive away, so it wasn't too bad. But once you arrived, and greeted your manager, who was also your mother’s best friend, who also managed a couple of skaters that had been in the Olympics, you made your way to the changing rooms. 

Your outfit was perfect. 

The dress was a stunning dark red that faded smoothly into black, creating a dramatic ombré effect. One sleeve extended gracefully down one arm while the other was sheer, emphasizing the asymmetrical design. Sparkling rhinestones decorated the high neckline and chest, sparkling with every turn. The fitted bodice highlighted your body, and the skirt was adorned with a tapered fringe. 

It didn't surprise you that the moment you saw it, it reminded you of Hiei. The dark red of his eyes, and the black of his hair and usual attire. You really hoped he'd see you in it. 

Sitting in your booth with your manager, your leg shook from anticipation. You watched each dancer skate, waiting for your turn. You surveyed the stands, your nervous smile widening as you spotted your friends. They were all wearing matching shirts of your face, funnily enough. And once Botan noticed you, she smiled brightly, waving, and soon enough all of them were waving. You chuckled, waving right back. Happy to have them there to support you. However, you noticed Hiei was not with them. You would let that damper your performance though. Soon enough, it was going to be your turn. 

“Next up on the ice is Y/N L/N.” The announcer spoke as you skated out onto the ice, making a few circles as you took deep breaths and steadied yourself on the ice. 

“Wooo! Yeah! Go, Y/N!” Yusuke yelled out from the stands.

“Yeah, you can do it!” Botan cheered, as Keiko cheered beside her. 

Kuwabara yelled out his own cheer, cupping his hands around his mouth with Kurama clapping beside him. 

“L/N has won many awards over the years, and has been named the best skater of her year, three years in a row! So, let's see if she can win another award tonight.”

You slid into your starting position, shutting your eyes. You tried to think about the ice against the blades of your skates, the soft chill in the air as you let out your deep breath as your song started.

Slowly, your hands rose, tracing the line of your neck before gently brushing against your cheek. You tilted your head upward, arms swirling gracefully toward the sky, each movement in sync with the soft, beginning melody of the violin. 

Pushing off with smooth precision, you began to glide, each motion effortless. The sound of your skates cutting through the ice was the only thing that filled your ears as you lost yourself in the rhythm. The weight of your worries melted away with each powerful stroke, leaving you feeling light and free.

Each step, each turn, was instinctive. You spun lightly into a layback, your arms held high above you. You perfectly arched your back as you held the position, spinning in multiple tight, fast circles. As the violins and electric guitar grew in intensity, you picked up speed, the world around you blurring as you slid effortlessly across the ice.

You smoothly transitioned into a one-handed cartwheel, your hand brushing the ice before you landed effortlessly. The crowd cheered as you quickly flowed into a triple toe loop, followed by a series of spins and axles. With each move, you executed the tricks you had perfected over the years, your movements fluid and precise.

It was obvious to everyone that you were born to skate.

And from the center’s rink entrance, a dark figure watched. Unbeknownst to you and others.

As the song came to an end, you slipped into a scratch spin, spinning before slowly to a stop gracefully, your hands rising into the sky. Your chest heaving as you breathed heavily as the crowds cheered, their applause echoing throughout. You couldn't stop the smile on your face as you did a little spin and bowed. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N L/N! With the high-score of-” The announcer spoke over the speakers as you bowed once more, eyes catching your friends as you waved, slowly gliding off the ice.

Letting out a happy sigh, you left the rink, making your way to your booth when you saw a flicker of something in your peripheral vision. You paused, turning your head, and that's when you saw him. 

Standing off to the side, Hiei stared at you, his hands in his pockets. You didn't waste anymore time, running over to him and crashing into his arms; of course, he didn't budge, but his hands did leave his pockets to wrap around you, steadying you. 

Pulling back slightly, you felt tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. “Hiei,” You said softly, “You came.” 

“Tch,” He scoffed, glancing away from you, acting all disinterested, meanwhile his grip around you tightened.

You smiled at the sound, "I wasn't sure you'd make it," You whispered, still holding onto him tightly.

"Don't get too sentimental," He spoke in the same tone, looking back at you. You smiled softly, squeezing him tighter as you pulled him in for another hug. "You did well," He added, though his tone was far from enthusiastic. “It was… Breathtaking.”

Your smile softened at the rare compliment, and you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your cheek. “Thank you…” You whispered.

Hiei wouldn’t admit it out loud, but as he stood there with you, he couldn’t help but think about the way you moved across the ice - graceful, yet powerful. Maybe you weren’t all that weak. You moved like silk. He had watched every twist, every jump, every flawless motion, and though he’d never say it, he was proud.

Suddenly, he heard a faint sniffle. He turned his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at you, your head still nestled against his neck. "Why are you crying?" He asked, his tone almost demanding an explanation.

You looked up, blinking back the tears, and smiled. "I'm just really happy," You murmured, your cheeks flushing as you looked away bashfully.

Hiei’s gaze softened just slightly as he reached out, his hand gently lifting your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his. “Hn." He tilted his head, studying you for a brief moment before his lips curled into a small, almost amused smirk. "Pathetic."

Before you could respond, Hiei’s lips pressed against yours. The kiss was sharp at first, unexpected and demanding, as if he was trying to convey everything he refused to say in words. His hand, still holding your chin, tilted your face as he deepened the kiss, pulling you closer. You simply melted into the kiss, your hands slipping into his hair at the nape of his neck. 

When he pulled away, just enough to let your lips part, his eyes stared into yours, searching once more. You blinked at him, pleasantly surprised before you began to giggle, biting your bottom lip to keep most of the giggles in. “You're such a softie.” You giggled out, a hand leaving his hair to cover your mouth as Hiei rolled his eyes.

“You’re lucky I’m even doing this,” He didn't back away, though. He stayed close, his breath still warm against your skin.

“I am.” You muttered, your giggling subsiding as you gazed at him, admiring, heart full. “I'm very lucky.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind your words, Hiei looked away, cheeks once more turning a faint shade of pink. He thought he was lucky too.

"Y/N! Didn't you hear?" Keiko exclaimed, her voice full of excitement as she sprinted over to you and Hiei.

Reluctantly, you pulled away from Hiei, feeling the warmth of his presence slip away as he stuffed one of his hands back into his pockets, the other around your waist, casting his eyes to the side. Reverting back to being all stoic.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "What? What happened, Keiko?"

Keiko grabbed one of your hands, and Botan quickly took the other. Their grins were so wide, you thought they might burst. Botan was practically bouncing on her heels, her excitement impossible to contain. "You won!" She squealed, her voice high-pitched with joy.

Your eyes widened in disbelief. "What? I- I won?" You asked, your voice tinged with shock. Both girls nodded vigorously, their smiles growing even larger, if that was even possible.

"You were amazing out there!" Botan added, nearly bouncing off the ground. "I could hardly believe my eyes! You nailed every move!"

Still processing, you felt a burst of joy and disbelief fill you. "I... I won," You repeated, a stunned smile creeping onto your face.

Hiei watched the scene quietly, his expression unreadable. You glanced at him, and for a fleeting moment, his lips twitched - just barely, but it was enough to see.

Kuwabara threw his hands up in the air, “I knew you had it in you!” His boisterous voice was loud as he patted you on the back with a bit too much enthusiasm, nearly knocking the wind out of you. “You were amazing!”

Kurama, ever the calm one, smiled warmly at you. "You truly showed your skill, Y/N," He said softly, "It was beautiful to watch."

Yusuke, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but smirk at the whole situation. His eyes flickered to Hiei, “Well, well, Hiei… Wasn’t she just amazing out there?” His voice dripped with mock sweetness, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Bet you’re just bursting with pride, huh?”

Hiei’s eyes narrowed, shooting Yusuke a sharp glare; his grip around your waist tightening ever-so-slightly. “Tch. Don’t be ridiculous,” He muttered, clearly trying to brush off the comment.

Yusuke snorted, clearly entertained by Hiei's irritation. Kuwabara joined in, laughing loudly. “Haha! Yeah, Hiei, admit it, you were watching every second of it! You can’t tell me you weren’t impressed!”

Hiei scoffed, gently squeezing you where his hand rested as a ‘goodbye’ before walking off, without another word. You rolled your eyes, amused by their usual antics, but couldn't help but smile as you watched him walk away.

Turning your attention back to Yusuke, he gave you an easy grin. "Shouldn’t you go grab your award?”

A sudden realization hit you, and you gasped, “Oh! My award! The scholarship!” Your eyes widen with shock. Before anyone could respond, you spun around and sprinted off, calling over your shoulder, “I’ll be right back!”

Yusuke chuckled, his voice trailing behind you. "Don’t trip, okay!?" He shouted after you.

Hiei glanced back in your direction for a split second, his gaze softening as he watched you run around the corner, before he turned away and continued walking, his lips curling up into the smallest of grins.

~~~

Main Masterlist | Yu Yu Hakusho

[sequoiathinker]

You and iceskater!art are just friends because you are in love with iceskater!patrick

sorry for the lack of posting my life the last two couple of weeks have been really shit but I’m starting to get back in my feet so I’m gonna try and get to my ask soon.

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[hurtblossom]

On thin ice ln4

Pairing : Lando Norris x Female Iceskater!Reader

Summary : Lando is jealous of his girlfriend's iceskating partner.

Warnings : Angst, established relationship

The sharp scrape of skates against ice filled the cavernous rink, the sound bouncing off the empty seats and high ceilings. (Y/N) exhaled deeply, her breath clouding the chilly air as she steadied herself. Ethan skated toward her, his movements effortless, his presence as comforting as ever.

“You’re thinking too hard again,” Ethan teased lightly, stopping in front of her.

She gave him a weak smile. “I can’t help it.”

“You don’t need to. You’ve got this.”

He held out his hand, and she took it, their fingers locking with the ease of years spent practicing together. They moved into the opening position of their routine, the soft strains of music echoing through the rink as they began.

Every spin, every lift, every glide was a testament to their hard work, their connection honed over countless hours of practice. Ethan’s hand on her back, his voice low and steady as he guided her through a lift, was nothing new to her. It was simply a part of the dance.

But to Lando, it was something else entirely.

Lando had been her biggest supporter in the beginning. When they first started dating, he’d been captivated by her passion for skating. He admired her dedication, often comparing it to his own drive for Formula 1. They bonded over their shared understanding of sacrifice and ambition, and for a while, it felt like they were unstoppable.

But as their lives grew busier, the cracks began to form.

(Y/N) had always made time for Lando, traveling to his races whenever her schedule allowed. She’d spent hours in the paddock, enduring the chaos and noise just to be there for him. She cheered the loudest when he stood on the podium, comforted him when he didn’t, and never once complained about the toll it took on her own life.

Lando, however, struggled to do the same.

It wasn’t that he didn’t care. He did—deeply. But his jealousy over her partnership with Ethan was a wound that festered, growing more painful with each passing day. He hated the way Ethan’s name was always on her lips, the way she spent more time on the ice with him than she did at home with Lando.

He hated that Ethan got to see her in her element—the part of her life Lando could never truly understand.

The tension between them came to a head one evening when (Y/N) returned from practice later than usual. Lando was waiting for her, his arms crossed as he leaned against the kitchen counter.

“You’re late,” he said, his voice devoid of warmth.

“Practice ran over,” she replied, setting her bag down.

“With Ethan, I assume,” he added, his tone sharp.

(Y/N) sighed, already bracing herself for the argument she knew was coming. “Yes, Lando. With Ethan. Who else would it be?”

“That’s exactly the problem,” he snapped, pushing off the counter. “It’s always Ethan. You spend more time with him than you do with me.”

Her jaw tightened. “Lando, we’ve been over this. He’s my skating partner. That’s all.”

“And I’m supposed to just be okay with that?” he demanded. “You don’t see how weird this is? How it looks?”

She crossed her arms, frustration bubbling to the surface. “How it looks? Lando, this is my career. I’ve been skating with Ethan for years—long before I met you. Why is this suddenly a problem?”

“Because I see the way he looks at you,” Lando shot back. “Like you’re more than just his partner.”

(Y/N)’s heart sank at the accusation, her chest tightening. “That’s not fair. Ethan and I are teammates, nothing more. You’re my boyfriend. Why can’t you trust me?”

“It’s not you I don’t trust,” he admitted, his voice quieter but no less pained.

She stared at him, her tears threatening to spill. “Do you even realize how much I’ve sacrificed for you? How many races I’ve been to, how many times I’ve put you first? And now, when I need your support, all you can do is accuse me of things that aren’t even true?”

His expression faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes, but he didn’t apologize. Instead, he said, “Maybe I’m just tired of feeling like I’m coming second.”

The words hit her like a slap, leaving her speechless. She turned away, unable to look at him. “If you can’t handle my life, then maybe you shouldn’t be in it.”

For a moment, the room was silent. Then Lando grabbed his jacket, his movements abrupt.

“Fine,” he said coldly. “Maybe I shouldn’t.”

The sound of the door slamming behind him echoed in the empty apartment, leaving her standing alone, her chest heaving as silent tears streamed down her face.

—

The day of the competition arrived, but (Y/N) felt hollow. The weight of Lando’s absence pressed heavily on her chest as she laced up her skates backstage. Ethan sat beside her, his presence steady and comforting.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice calm.

She nodded, though her hands trembled as she tied the final knot. “Yeah. Let’s do this.”

The arena was packed, the cheers of the crowd echoing off the high ceilings as they stepped onto the ice. She scanned the stands instinctively, half-hoping to see Lando’s familiar face. But he wasn’t there.

The music began, and she forced herself to focus, moving through the opening steps with precision. But her mind betrayed her, Lando’s words echoing in her head. “Maybe I’m just tired of feeling like I’m coming second.”

Her foot slipped slightly during a turn, the mistake small but glaring to her trained eye. Ethan caught her immediately, his grip firm as he whispered, “I’ve got you.”

They continued, but the mistakes kept coming—hesitant steps, uneven spins, moments of faltering confidence. Each one felt like another crack in her resolve, the tears she’d been holding back threatening to spill.

By the time the routine ended, her face was damp with tears. Ethan kept her close as they bowed, his hand squeezing hers in silent reassurance.

Backstage, (Y/N) sank onto a bench, her head in her hands as the adrenaline faded. Ethan sat beside her, his voice soft as he said, “You did great.”

She shook her head, her voice breaking. “I messed up.”

“No one noticed,” he said firmly. “You were incredible.”

But his words did little to soothe the ache in her chest.

When she returned home that night, she found Lando sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees. He looked up as she walked in, his eyes heavy with guilt.

“I saw your routine,” he said quietly. “You looked beautiful out there.”

Her chest tightened as she dropped her bag by the door. “But you weren’t there.”

“I didn’t think you’d want me there after the fight,” he admitted, his voice breaking.

Her tears spilled over as she stepped closer. “I always want you there, Lando. Even when we fight, even when I’m angry, I need you to be there. But tonight, you weren’t. And it broke me.”

He stood, reaching for her hands. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I let my jealousy get in the way, and I should have been there. You deserved better.”

She shook her head, her voice trembling. “Do you even realize how much I’ve given for you? And the one time I needed you, you weren’t there.”

His voice was thick with emotion as he said, “I know. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it right.”

She stepped back, the pain in her chest unbearable. “I don’t know if you can, Lando.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy and final, as she turned away, leaving him standing alone in the quiet apartment.

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[kettleinusefornow]

Rough ride.. MDNI

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

CHP2 CHP LIST

CHAPTER 1: Pleasant Surprise

YEAR 2008

You guys meet for the first time at the Itoshi residence. 

“You guys are Rin and Sae Itoshi!” Y/N was always an extreme extrovert unlike the brothers.

“Hey..” Sae greeted as Rin shyly hid behind him looking at Y/N with starry eyes. It’s obvious that Sae was slightly cautious since this was the point where he started getting recognised for his football skills.. So a lot of people only approached him with ulterior motives.

“Sooo wanna go play Mario kart..?“ Y/N pointed at the couch in front of the TV.

They somehow, despite their obvious differences,  became friends.. 

YEAR 2009 

Well they were closer now. That’s for sure. Y/N was part of their daily life, since they were in the same school.

“Move it grinch hair!!” 

“Get the hell away dufus!” 

Y/N and Rin were basically siblings. Sae was still.. Distant? No, more like he was just socially awkward. 

Y/N and Rin played with their dinosaurs while Sae was behind them eating a popsicle on the bench. 

“Oni-Chan! This monkey keeps trying to kill my Dino!” 

“Am not!”

Sae sighed. “Y/N you are the older one you should be nicer.. I think..”

YEAR 2012

 Sae started middle school so he was always away in school or on the field. This was the time when Rin and Sae started sharing a dream to become No.1 and 2 strikers. Y/N always thought it was a little presumptuous but she never discouraged them from their dream. 

Rin and Y/N  were walking to Sae’s game that was happening at the field. 

“So you know that my brother has a crush on you right?” Y/N almost spit out the lollipop that she had in her mouth.

“Okay how did you come up with that conclusion, broccoli boy..” 

“Well.. he always dresses up nice and tries extra hard on the field when he sees you.. Isn’t that enough?”

Well.. He isn’t wrong.. Y/N was young but not dumb. 

“Yeah but maybe you are overthinking it Rin, Sae is basically a blockhead no way he would have thought about me while playing football..”

“I guess..” 

Y/N was almost taken aback by how easily Rin agreed with her.

The game ended and Sae was walking home with them. Tailing behind the two of them. Sae had his eyes on her head as he turned and lazily glanced around. All of sudden, Rin asked a question that set Sae out of his daze.

“So when is Nee-San gonna date Oni-Chan?” He asked so casually that Y/N didn’t even process it completely before exploding with pink and red dusted on her cheeks. Rin turned his head back and looked at Sae for an answer. Y/N also looked at him with a flustered expression. Sae had a blank expression but finally answered after a few seconds. 

“Probably when we are older.” Y/N was now completely red. She was shocked and started running home. Neither of the brothers chased her.  

“Woah Oni-Chan, seems like you actually have a chance..”

YEAR 2013

The year that 13 year old Sae was gonna go to Spain for his football career.

Rin was at home with a headache. Y/N and Sae went to the park for some fresh air and to buy some snacks for Rin. 

“Y/N..” She turned to look at Sae who was beside her. Both of them were on the swing as she waited for him to continue his sentence.

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” Y/N got a little scared about what he was gonna say. 

Y/N and Sae started dating when she started junior high. He confessed to her in a traditional yet cheesy way by giving her a letter and going on a vacation with his family the next day. She always had a thing for him.. It’s Sae. It was your normal middle school sweetheart romance and they thought they would last forever. 

“Arggh why do you sound ominous!? Just spit it out..” Y/N said swinging on the same nostalgic swing he confessed to her on.

“I’m going to Spain for a few years.” There. He said it. A few seconds of silence followed before Y/N spoke out.

“You idiot! You scared me! You’ll come back after a few years anyways it’s not a big deal! Just don’t cheat on me and don’t ignore my letters..” Y/N said with a loud voice that got quieter the more she spoke.

Sae suddenly started laughing. Y/N was dumbfounded.. Was him going to Spain for a few years making him insane? “W-what’s so funny?!” 

“Nothing. You have to promise me you will still love me when I come back.” Sae said, with a big grin on his face and staring at her with a soft blush across his face. Y/N groaned and nodded as if it was the obvious.

The day finally arrived. The day of Sae’s departure. Y/N promised not to cry but shiny droplets fell down her face. Rin stood by her side as the both of them waved goodbye to Sae who was smiling at them warmly the whole time. 

YEARS BETWEEN 2013 AND 2018

Y/N sent him letters and of course he replied to them. Not much but he replied at least once every 5 letters. Soon you got your first smartphone. You guys texted often, not much but from time to time due to the difference of time zones. Sometimes your messages would be left on delivered for a whole week. His replies got dryer, being left on seen more.. Both Y/N and Rin brushed it off as him being busy. They had no other reason to think he was being rude or trying to distance himself. Realistically speaking it wasn’t a big deal.. Yet. 

After 4 years the messages which were being sent turned into once every 2 or 3 months. Y/N was getting busy with her school and friends. Rin still trained every single day for the pair's shared goal. Suddenly one cold evening, Y/N sent a message.. It turned.. Green?

“What the?? What’s going on?” Y/N texted Rin telling him what happened. He said he hasn’t texted him in awhile so he doesn’t know. 

“Okay let’s calm down.. Maybe it was a misclick? I don’t know.. ugh.. whatever. I’ll see him soon enough I’ll just.. tolerate it until then?” Y/N knew she shouldn’t think too much about it after seeing Rin’s reply.

YEAR 2018

Y/N heard the news he arrived.. But how did she hear it? Rin knocked on her house door. Eyes rimmed in red and hopelessness. He asked if he could stay there for the night. Y/N forced Rin to tell her what the hell had happened earlier that night..

She was.. shocked? No.. Disappointed? Not that. Maybe taken aback? She silently left the guest bedroom where Rin was in and went to the living room. Would he be there if she went knocking right now? Y/N got up and told her parents she was gonna go next door to greet them. The two families knew about Y/N and Sae’s relationship and thought it was just a cute reunion about to unfold. Sae’s parents weren’t home since they went to a small get together and would be back after midnight probably. 

Y/N nervously knocked on the door.. 

“Yes?-“ piercing mint teal eyes shot through her as it stared at her with no emotion.. She couldn’t think at all for a second. Sae was different. Yes much more handsome as he is 18 now but.. different emotionally too. The half lidded her eyes widened a little as it looked at her, in the dark with snow falling around her. Why did he look so.. pale and almost like a child abandoned..?

“Sae?” This small word was followed by silence. The only sounds that surrounded them were the leaves rustling and wind howling. Y/N swore it felt like time had just stopped. Sae looked at her with exasperated and drained eyes. 

The silence finally broke when Sae said something. “What do you want?” 

Oh.

Oh. 

©kettleinuse4now | please do not translate, repost, refer without permission | don’t steal and say it’s your own (ahole behavior)

[cherrygirlfriend]

ice cold pairing: stanford!bsf!art donaldson x iceskater!reader synopsis: you injure your foot while ice skating, your best friend takes care of you. warnings: fluff! wc: 700 this is very me coded because i literally slipped and injured my foot to the point i couldn't walk properly for two weeks. or the time i fell down the stairs and broke my ankle. bottom line is; i'm as clumsy as the mc of a wattpad story. originally posted 12/19/2024

being on ice felt almost like a second nature to you, and art loved watching you skate, whether it was for an ice show or for a skating competition, watching your white skates almost blending in with the ice as you turned, spun, and jumped in a way that caused his heart to jump in his chest so naturally, he thought that it'd be a great idea to take you out to a skating rink.

you blew on the hot chocolate you held in your hands, covered by a pair of white mittens decorated with adorable pink snowflake patterns, "you do know that i skate every day?" you said with a chuckle, your brows raised and your cheeks stinging from the cold.

"yeah, but you never skate with me." he shrugged, sitting down to put his skates on his feet; honestly, he was sure he was going to fall, not having gone ice skating since he was a teenager himself; he actually had to borrow patrick's ice skates. luckily, they shared the same shoe size.

"have you thought it's because i skate every day?"

"yeah, but you play tennis with me." he quipped back, making you roll your eyes, "i just thought it'd be a fun idea!"

"it is a fun idea." you shrugged, finishing the last of the hot-now-lukewarm chocolate, before placing the mug down, starting to put on your own skates, ones you always wore when you practiced, "i just like giving you shit for no reason."

"of course you do." he chuckled, the two of you making small talk as you tied your respective skates to your feet, hoping the warm liquid would soon start taking effect and warm up your body.

you rose to your feet, holding your hand out to your boyfriend expectantly, "are you ready to embarrass yourself and fall flat on your ass, donaldson?"

"we'll see who's falling flat on their ass."

"did you put a curse on me, or something?" you mumbled, letting out a hiss as you tried to step on your swollen ankle, art stuttering and trying to get you to stop as he sat you down on the bench next to the rink and took off your skate along with wool sock, a nasty, purple spot starting to form on your ankle. "how bad is it?" you asked, and art could tell how desperate you were feeling, how badly you were hoping, praying it wasn't broken.

it all happened in a split second. you'd been doing a pirouette, something you did tens, if not hundreds, of times a day, and suddenly, you were on the ground.

"i'm pretty sure it's just twisted." art said, both of you letting out nearly identical sighs of relief. art, for your health, and you, for your skating.

"thank god." you sighed, "i haven't gotten properly injured while skating since i was, like, thirteen. i have no idea how this happened.

"maybe you just deserved to fall on your ass." art shrugged, causing you to roll your eyes and smacking his arm while exclaiming that he wasn't funny.

the moment you got home, art basically carried you onto the couch while you kept complaining that you were going to be fine, that his fussing wouldn't do any good, but the blonde immediately put three throw pillows under your foot and bringing an ice pack wrapped in a towel, placing it on your slightly swollen ankle.

"i think you should get this checked tomorrow, just in case." art sighed, "i'm just worried-"

you took his hand, bringing it to your lips and placing a small kiss to the back of it, art's eyes widening slightly, "what was that for?"

"for being fussy."

"obviously." he rolled his eyes, "i'm gonna put on some tea, and we can watch anything you want."

"anything?" you asked with a small grin, making him shake his head.

"i'm not watching another low-budget horror movie."

"you said anything!"

and before he knew it, your foot was on art's lap, an ice pack over it as he massaged your ankle, a half-drunk cup of tea, christmas cookies and a bottle of aspirin placed next to the sofa as you snored while cuddling up to a pillow, art's stanford hoodie covering you, while the blonde was trying to ignore hostel still playing on tv, instead focusing on watching your serene face.

[sturnsdarling]

currently thinking about hockeyplayer!matt and iceskater!reader practicing on the same ice, but she falls over badly and Matt hears her hurt whines over his team/ from the other side of the ice and drops everything, speed skating through everyone to get to her……

“you okay princess?” “Matt…” “shhh…don’t move…it’s okay…oh shit you’ve hit your head…everyone back up…. back the FUCK UP….its okay baby, i’m here, you’re okay”

[i2rizz]

MASTERLIST

My second masterlist because tumblr doesn't let more than 100links per post→ |masterlist #2

౨ৎBungou stray dogs

Fyodor Dostoevsky

-A dance in the night

Chuuya Nakahara

-Late night ride

-A Day Off

-Take care of me

Oda Sakunosuke

-Quiet Promises

Osamu Dazai

-Ghostly shenanigans

౨ৎBlue lock

Shidou Ryusei

-My lucky charm<3

-He looks like...

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Pt.4 Atlanta Lock AU

-Ultraviolence

-Pt.3 New year's countdown

-Life sized plushie

Michael Kaiser

-Haunt my boss !!

-Pt.2 Fast and Furious!

-Pt.1 Atlanta Lock AU

-Pt.2 New year's countdown

-Life sized plushie

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Their S/O Being Incapable of Kicking a Soccer Ball

-Bllk Boys Being Annihilated in Games by Someone Who Claims They "Aren't Really Competitive"

Itoshi Rin

-Pt.1 Fast and furious!

-I want you on my team- so does everybody else

-He looks like...

-My guitarist loverboy<3

-Pt.1 Stuck in a storm

-skate into my heart iceskater au

-Life sized plushie

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Their S/O Being Incapable of Kicking a Soccer Ball

-Bllk Boys Being Annihilated in Games by Someone Who Claims They "Aren't Really Competitive"

Itoshi Sae

-Pt.3 Fast and Furious!

-Pt.2 Atlanta Lock AU

-Pt.4 New Year’s countdown

-Daddy’s Little Girl

-He looks like...

-Life sized plushie

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Caught In 4K

-Off The Menu

-Their S/O Being Incapable of Kicking a Soccer Ball

-Bllk Boys Being Annihilated in Games by Someone Who Claims They "Aren't Really Competitive"

Chigiri Hyoma

-We fell in love in october

-505

-Pt. 4 Fast and Furious!

-He looks like...

-Pt.1 Stuck in a storm

-Life Sized Plushie Pt.2

Nagi Seishiro

-Pt.5 Fast and Furious!

-Pt.1 Underground Fight Club!

-Pt.3 Atlanta Lock AU

-Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?

-He looks like...

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Life Sized Plushie Pt.2

Charles Chevalier

-Culinary dare!

-He looks like...

Kunigami Rensuke

-Sunset Promises

-Let me make it right

-He looks like...

-Pt.1 Stuck in a storm

Isagi Yoichi

-Pt.1 New year's countdown

-He looks like...

-Pt.1 Stuck in a storm

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Life Sized Plushie Pt.2

Bachira Meguru

-Pt.1 Stuck in a storm

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

Kenyu Yukimiya

-He looks like...

Raichi Jingo

-He looks like...

Igaguri Gurimu

-He looks like...

Oliver Aiku

-He looks like...

Zantetsu Tsurugi

-He looks like...

Niko Ikki

-He looks like...

Gagamaru Gin

-He looks like...

Reo Mikage

-He looks like...

-give me your card number

-Life sized plushie

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

Barou Shoei

-He looks like...

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

-Life Sized Plushie Pt.2

Aryu Jyubei

-He looks like...

Ego Jinpachi

-He looks like...

Wanima brothers

-He looks like...

Nanase Nijiro

-He looks like...

Tokimitsu Aoshi

-He looks like...

Kurona Ranze

-He looks like...

Alexis Ness

-He looks like...

-Pet names the bllk boys would call you

Hiori Yo

-He looks like...

Otoya Eita

-He looks like...

Karasu Tabito

-He looks like...

-Life Sized Plushie Pt.2

Kuon Wataru

-He looks like...

౨ৎSquid game

Frontman | Hwang In-ho

-Watchful eye

౨ৎRandom

-Pt.1 Chinese tiktok spy x reader??

-Pt.2 Chinese tiktok spy x reader??

[pancakeszs]

you over anything, always

♡pairing: iceskater!sunghoon x fem!reader

♡wc: 1.8k

♡contents: reader has a panic attack, fear of iceskating, guilt, fluff

♡synopsis: after multiple attempts of trying to get you to skate with him, you finally agree and step onto the rink with sunghoon despite your fear the of the ice. things go exactly as you expected and you're left hurt and embarassed.

♡a/n: not proofread! also my best friend requested this and i couldn't deny her. she always has the best ideas and i loved writing this! i hope you enjoy!

WRITTEN BY @pancakeszs (please do not copy, plagiarize, repost, translate, or edit)

you watched in awe as your boyfriend graced you with his beautiful ice skating skills. watching sunghoon on the ice always brought you peace. the way he spun and slid across the ice was so smooth and majestic. and the soft white glow from the rink made him look ethereal.

you didn’t mind at all, watching him skate from the sidelines. you had no interest in skating, in fact you were terrified of skating. no matter how hard sunghoon tried to convince you, you could never get the courage to lace up some ice skates and step onto the rink.

people would think you would be a natural at it, from how talented sunghoon was. but you knew if you ever tried you would look like a calf trying to stand up on its own legs for the first time, and not only was it the embarrassment that kept you from trying it. it was the fear of falling and hurting yourself, you had seen so many clips of skaters falling and injuring themselves, and you were too much of a chicken to even try.

suddenly you noticed sunghoon gliding towards you “it’s so lonely out here on the rink.” he sighed to himself, glancing sideways at you. you knew what he was implying, he always tried to convince you to get on the rink.

everytime you denied him you could feel the guilt naw at you. sunghoon was so passionate about skating, and you knew he would step out of his comfort zone for the things you enjoyed. even if sunghoon didn’t show it, you couldn’t help but feel like he was dissapointed by the fact you wouldn’t even try.

still, you couldn’t bring yourself to get onto the rink. just thing about it made a bit of anxiety bubble inside you. when sunghoon made it to the bleachers it brought you out of your own head.

you quickly remebered his words and sighed playfully, hiding your guilt. “i’m just over here, hoon. you don’t have to feel lonely.”

sunghoon leaned against the railing, “it’s still too far…i think you should come out onto the rink.” he raised his eyebrow at you, waiting for your response.

you looked into sunghoons eyes, each time he asked he had the same look in them. it was hope, hope that you would join him on the rink so he could share his passion with you.

you sighed and closed your eyes, your second biggest fear other than ice skating, was sunghoon getting tired of you. even after three years of dating, he was always patient with you, always asking for you to skate with him, but never pushing too far. that’s one of the things you loved about him, but at some point you knew he would find a girl who loved ice skating as much as him. and he would eventually choose her, the girl that can he can share his passions with, who won’t be too much of a coward to try.

“okay.” you say, opening your eyes to look at him.

his face morphs into something like excitment and shock. “actually?” he asks.

“yes..” you say, already regretting your descision.

he immediatley flew across the ice and off the rink to pull you into a hug. he squeezes you and you can practically feel the joy radiating off of him. for just a moment your worries melted away, but you knew it wouldn’t last for long.

sunghoon pulled away “let me get you some skates.” he quickly unlaced his own skates and ran to the locker room. you sat down on the bench, already feeling your chest tighten with anxiety. this will make him happy, it’ll be worth it. that’s what you kept repeating to yourself, trying to convince your brain that this was the right desicion.

you opened your eyes to see sunghoon walking towards you. he was grinning like a madman and knelt down before you “let me help you put them on.”

you smiled shyly “hoon, you don’t have to do that.”

“i want to, i know this is scary for you, but you’re doing this for me. it’s the least i can do.” he said as he slid off your shoes and helped you put on the skates.

you watch as his long fingers tied the laces together. he had a concentrated face on, double knotting them to make sure they were secure. “how do they feel? tight enough?” he asked, staring up at you.

you nodded “yes, thank you.”

he smiled at you and put his skates back on himself. he made quick work of it and when he was done he got up nd offered out his hand to you.

you took it and gripped onto the railing, while he slowly led you to the opening of the rink. finally you were at the opening, and sunghoon moved in front of you so he was on the ice.

“you got this, just one step.” he encouraged.

you smiled nervously and held your breath as you placed one foot on the rink. it felt slippery and you gasped gripping onto the railing tighter. you squeezed your eyes shut and sunghoon gently rubbed your hand.

“its okay, i won’t let you fall. just place your other foot onto the rink and it’ll be easier.”

cautiously you placed your other foot onto the rink and wobbled, almost sliding to the ground. fortunately sunghoon caught you just in time and helped you regain your balance.

“good job, now you just have to get used to feeling of moving on the ice.” you aprecciated sunghoons words but they went in one ear and out the other.

you couldn’t open your mouth to speak so you just gripped the railing and pushed yourself to slide farther down. you tried skating forwards but you felt off balance and squeezed your eyes shut.

“sunghoon i can’t do this.” you whimpered feeling like if you moved even an inch you would slide away and hurt yourself.

“y/n you can do this, trust me. i won’t let you get hurt.” sunghoon said confidently.

you trusted him, you really did. you just didn’t trust yourself.

“let go of the railing and hold my hands.” he instructed.

you took a deep breath and removed your other hand from the railing to grab onto his. the moment you let go of the railing a flood of anxiety hit your chest like a brick. in the few seconds where your hand wasnt holding onto anything you began to panic. you felt like you couldn’t breath, and your vision was getting blurry.

“sunghoon. sunghoon!” you repeated his name multiple times, reaching fro his hand and beginning to flail around in the midst of your panic.

you couldn’t see anything even though your eyes were open, your vision had gotten spotty and you were trying to reach for sunghoon but you couldn’t hear or see him.

you feel your eyes grow watery and you feel the tears roll down your cheeks. suddenly you feel a firm grip on your hand anchoring you to the moment. you were still crying but some of your panic had settled knowing sunghoon was holding you. still your chest ached from the heaviness that was weighing on you.

“i’m right here y/n. i’ve got you, you’re ok. i’m right here.” sunghoon was saying to you softly, repeating it like a chant.

your eyes were blurry with tears, but they were no longer spotted. you could see sunghoons figure infront of you. then you felt yourself being lifted up from the ground, you gasped in shock but then felt the warmth of sunghoon around you.

you wrapped your arms around his neck and hid your face in his shoulder, feeling a crash of embarassment come over you. there was no way you had just had a full meltdown over taking a few steps onto the ice rink, the thought of it just made you cry again.

sunghoon sat down on the bench and held you close to him. he could hear his heartbeat and you focused on it, using the stready rythm to calm you down. finally when you had calmed down you lifted your face from the crook of his neck. you stared into his eyes, trying to read his expression. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and that made you even more worried.

you let out a broken “i’m sorry.” and looked away from him, feeling dissapointed in yourself.

sunghoon immediately frowned and gently turned your face towards him. “look at me…you do not need to apolgize.”

you took a shaky breath “yes i do, i couldn’t even manage to take a few steps onto the rink before having a breakdown. i should’ve been stronger espeically when it came to something so important to you.”

sunghoon brushed a stray tear away with the pad of his thumb. “you were strong, you were so scared of the ice but you still had enough coruage to get on even for a few minutes just for me. you’re so brave, and if anything i should be the one apologizing. i shouldn’t have pressured you to go out on the rink with me, whenever you said no before i should’ve accepted it.”

you shook your head at him “you shouldn’t be apologzing either! this is something you’re passionate about, the least i could do was try to do this with you. i’ve been putting it off for too long…it was about time i tried. i didn’t want you getting tired of me.”

“what? tired of you? what do you mean.” sunghoon asked, caught off guard by your words.

you immediately regretted what you had said. “it’s nothing, i’m overreacting.” you tried to brush it off but sunghoon didn’t let you.

“if its something important to you, you’re not overreacting…tell me what you meant.”

you sighed deeply and looked away as you explained your worries. “i thought that if i kept denying you when you asked for me to skate with you, you’d get bored. i thought you’d realize that i’m not good enough for you, and you’d find someone else who could skate with you.”

“y/n…never. that would never happen. i could never get bored of you. if i had to choose your or skating it would be you withought a doubt. and i would never choose someone else over you, no matter how talented at skating they are. i love you for you, i love you for your fear of skating and how you try even if it terrifies you. i love for your laugh and how you encourage me in everything i do. if you never decided to step foot on a rink it would still be you who i choose every time. you are it for me y/n. nobody else. ever.”

sunghoons words melted away a piece of you that had been stuck to you ever since the first time he asked you to join him on the rink. you wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly. “thank you sunghoon, for understanding. i love you so much.” you say to him when you pull back.

he kisses both of your tear stained cheeks and then your puffy lips. “i love you too. no matter what.”

[yvesrfm]

𐙚˙✧˖° ❄️You & Me, Always Forever ༘ ⋆｡ ˚

#3 /ᐠ. .ᐟ\ฅ

iceskater boyfriend!park sunghoon x beginner skater!reader FLUFF

you & sunghoon go on an iceskating date together.

original by yvesrfm . . . all rights reserved. do not repost anywhere without consent. ♡🌷

"Hoon, I am going to die," I blurted out in acceptance as I gripped onto the sides of the ice skating rink. Hair in my face from the moment I stumbled into the ice rink upon entrance, thinking it wasn't that hard. If Sunghoon got in so gracefully, I thought I could go in and do the same, completely forgetting the part where he was a trained skater and I was very much not.

He stupidly laughed beside me, completely calm and upright on the ice, staring at me with a teasing glint in his eyes, hands on his hips as he watched me collect my breaths, clinging onto the flimsy plastic barriers of the rink separating ice from solid ground.

"If you don't leave the corner you won't get any better," He tutts, shaking his head slightly. He glided towards me, and he took my hands off of the barrier, causing me to squeal in a panic. I immediately started to stumble, amateur attempts at trying to balance on the slippery floor.

"I am going to die," I repeated, a whine in my voice as I dumbly slid toward him. Sunghoon's hands held out infront of me, our gloved fingers interlocked, firm yet gentle. The only reason for my acceleration not the slight mastery, but Sunghoon's precise movements pulling me forward, leading us to the center of the rink. I stared at my own feet, watching the blades of my ice skates glide through the ice, leaving behind tiny shavings as I attempted to steady myself, bottom half already slightly aching at the unfamiliar strain ice skating required of my legs.

"You're not gonna," He laughed, his words slightly muffled by the giant blue scarf he insisted on wearing around his neck, covering his mouth. I squinted my eyes at him in deadpan, catching a glimpse of his pink cheeks from the cold. "Because I'm here," He tried reassuring in between amused laughs as I tried to stand similar to the other skaters around us. Effortlessly maneuvering past, light as a feather. Knees slightly bent. Chests forward. "How do they make it look so easy," I groaned, holding onto his hands for dear life as I watched everyone in awe.

"Because it is,"

"Okay professional skater," I rolled my eyes with a pout. He only chuckled.

"Here, let me teach you," He offered with a smile. His eyes crinkling up over his obnoxiously large scarf as he did. He lifted our arms up, showing me how to position my feet. I followed suit, causing him to nod with a pleased hum.

"Bend your knees a bit," He gently guided,

"You're getting good at this already," He mused, squeezing my hand encouragingly. I only laughed, feeling the tension slightly shake off my muscles. "I'm going to let go of you, okay?" He gently spoke, breathing out heavily as his fingers slowly slipped out of mine, Sunghoon moving back cautiously,

"Oh I am so going to die," I started to nervously laugh, feeling the warmth of his fingertips leave my sweaty palms. My body immediately tensed up again, no longer having any support to keep me upright. I remained still, knees still bent like he said.

"Just keep your knees bent. Shoulders relaxed, arms out," He reminded, pulling down his scarf to speak to me better as he stood about 3 feet away. An encouraging look on his face. "Now stay like that and try to take small marches toward me. Like this," He demonstrated, taking short steps, feet barely lifting off the ground. His knees and arms like mine to properly display the right form up to par with my beginner level.

I took a deep breath, staring directly ahead of me as I kept my arms up as if I had it flat against a table right infront of me. Knees still bent like he taught. Slowly, I lifted my foot off the ground then back down again in a small fearful stomp. Doing the same on the other, and alternately. Before I knew it, I started moving forward in a collected pace, a drastic contrast from my erratic attempts earlier.

Sunghoon smiled softly, his portruding fang-like teeth sticking out cutely, applauding kindly as I approached him. He held his hands out, awaiting for mine to finally intertwine back with his. I chuckled, lips pursed as I focused on staying upright.

Eventually, I reached him with an excited squeal. My hands back in their rightful place clamped against his. Joy coursed through my body, providing a comforting warmth despite the chill found in the December air.

"I did it," I laughed, relieved and proud. He nodded, looking down at me with adoration as he wrapped his hands around my waist, pulling me in for a hug.

"Ready for Lesson 2, baby?"

[rafeslvbug]

hockey!rafe && iceskater!reader at rafe’s house party…

music blared, alcohol overflowing from little red cups that eventually got discarded on the ground, crushed under the feet of drunken dancers. you arrived late, having spent hours procrastinating with your friend over outfits, now navigating through the purple lights and mass of people to get to the centre of the makeshift dance floor. you had a cup in your hand, tipping alcohol over the sides as you stumbled through, already on the brink of tipsiness.

the songs seemed to thrum through you as you swayed to the rhythm of it, eyes shut, and your body brushing against other inebriated students. you hardly even registered when the exposed skin of your stomach is covered with two rough hands, gripping at your waist and spinning you around.

eyes blinking open, you focus on the image of rafe, under the blue and purple lights, that insouciant grin of his spread across his face. one hand wraps around the cup in yours, easily prying it out and taking a sip from it, his eyes low as they stare at you from over the brim. “that’s my drink,” you pout, reaching out to grab the drink back from him, only for rafe to lift it out of your reach while tutting.

“gotta ask nicely, flash.”

you huff at the nickname, one you’d wear with pride coming out of anyone’s mouth except for rafe; rafe likes to use it to tease you over the time you spun so fast you knocked right into him on the rink.

“idiot! give it back!” you stand on your tiptoes, subconsciously edging closer towards him in your pursuit of the red cup, found everywhere in this party yet like a prize out of reach right now.

he rolls his eyes, arm slipping around your waist and tugging you closer, lowering the drink back down to your slightly parted lips. “you didn’t ask nicely, at all. but i am nice, so here ya go,” he tilts the cup upwards so that the alcohol pours into your mouth, only for a bit before he lifts it away again.

your eyes are stuck on his the whole way through, the realisation over how close you are to him finally dawning on you. the tension spread between you two over the past few months is now stretched dangerously thin, a few centimetres from drunken and horrific mistakes, an arm around your waist threatening to smash down the last remaining bricks of the walls you both had first put up.

cup held with his four fingers, his thumb moves up to brush against your lips, swiping over the alcohol glistening on them, slow and deliberate. it feels oddly magnetic, a drunken haze that pulls you towards him, taking tiny steps to close the distance like it’s all you know. your eyes are fixated on his lips, just wondering what it’d be like– what he’d taste like. girls chasing him through halls, sneaking out of his bedroom late at night, cheering him on in the rafters and for once, you wondered what it’d like to be them.

to be his.

close enough to hear the steady thrum of his heartbeat, the erratic one of yours, the party drowned out. the knowledge that you shouldn’t do this - you wouldn’t do this had you been that little more sober - and yet it’s all you craved in this moment.

then his lips were on yours. soft, almost fleeting, cheap beer mingling with yours and featherlight. pulling away dangerously slow, his blue eyes piercing yours for confirmation. he waits a few beats.

one.

two.

then, “shit, i should’ve done this way earlier.”

his lips slam back down on yours. he discards the cup on the ground, your clumsy feet walking all over it as he guides you backwards, through the crowds to the nearest wall, all while maintaining the kiss with a numbing intensity. your back hits against the wall, though you hardly care through escaped moans, the way his hands wonder over the skin your top shows and even slip under it. “tell me flash, you lookin’ to flash anyone tonight with this fuckin’ top?” he murmurs against your lips, unwilling to break the contact for even a moment.

“only you, rafter,” you gasp in return, lips chasing his, hand threading through his hair and torn between arching your back up to him or pulling him down to you. nonetheless, his body covers you entirely against the wall, bent down to get closer, like even he can’t get enough.

“good,” he chuckles, low and through the kiss, hand on your cheek before he tugs you off the wall and leads you out the party room, both of you consumed in each other all the way up the stairs to rafe’s bedroom.

-

light streams through the curtains, and you awake with a headache that raged through your head. you’re sprawled onto a king sized bed, blankets pooled around you and still in yesterday’s clothes. squinting at the unfamiliar surroundings, you try to recall the events of last night, until rafe emerges from the connected bathroom, low hanging sweatpants, oversized shirt and ruffled hair, toothbrush stuffed in his mouth as he smiles. “well good morning flash.”

“fuck,” you mumble, looking down at yourself, as if to make sure your clothes are actually on.

“something we didn’t do, yesterday,” he drawls, noticing your slight alarm as he rids himself of his toothbrush momentarily in the bathroom sink.

“no? what did we do then?” you run your fingers through your messy hair as you sit up, running the back of your hand over your eyes.

“you don’t remember?” he calls out, before re-emerging and walking over to the side of the bed you were on.

you scramble backwards, closer to the middle of the bed, only giving him room to join you, leaning closer, barely having enough time to ask him what he’s doing before one arm traps you in his body and he’s pressing his lips to yours. his tongue slips between your parted lips, moving without hesitation but steadily too, until he pulls away, seemingly satisfied at your gently swollen lips.

“why did you..” you begin, only for him to cut you off with a mischievous grin.

“just remindin’ you of last night,” he murmurs, getting off the bed and walking to the door. he opens it, pausing in the doorway before looking at you over his shoulder, “ya took up over half of my bed by the way, not that i’m complainin’, i got some photos of you practically drooling on me.”

your mouth falls open at the audacity of him, and the idea that he’s got embarrassing photos of you tucked away in his phone for him to use as and when he pleases.

“yeah, ya looked just like that,” he hums, gesturing to the face you were making, tossing you a wink and closing the door behind him to deal with the aftermath of the party downstairs, no doubt going to kick the people who slept over out the house.

mortified, you bury your head in your hands, in disbelief that one, you made out with rafe and slept in his bed - on him. two, you were quite sure he intended for it to happen again. and worst of all, three, you remembered last night and wanted it to happen again.

you really did understand all those girls now.

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[gnarlyhoons]

﹙ 💌 ﹚ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓜𝐄 𝓑𝐀𝐂𝐊! ──────𝐀 𝓖𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘𝓗𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝓢𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒.

﹙ ∬ ﹚𝑒𝑠𝑡 ﹕ 052725 ✶ 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍’𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐─────𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 말하지 않아도! 𝗈𝗁, 𝗂 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 티내지 않아도! 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇’𝗍 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸, 떨리는 이 느낌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝗈 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁! ─────𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓜𝐄 𝓑𝐀𝐂𝐊 ﹕ 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑠_9 𓂂

🍒 ﹕ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑠&𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 ! fem!reader, semi-supernatural, semi-mystery, humor, mental health topics, cheating (not reader), abusive parents, grumpyxsunshine, drama, she fell first but he fell harder, partially smau but more writing, slow burn, death mentions, cursing, heeseung doesn't show up until later, unrequited love, enemies to lovers, slow updates, iceskater!hoon, other idols as supporting cast, dumb teens in love, angst, love triangle, one ending!

𝓢𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝑖𝐒! you, the average teenage girl who reads fanfictions, swerves your life to the strange as one day, you discover jellypop, a sentient flip phone, in your locker. this so-called 'jellypop' has a lot to say about you, more specifically about your love life; how you're drifting away from your apathetic boyfriend, kang minu. but then, you find yourself sandwiched between two boys as you run into park sunghoon, minu's aloof (or maybe not?) friend and lee heeseung, an uprising model who hides a secret.

﹙ 💌 ﹚ 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝓛𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐒. . . 𝗦𝗣𝗔𝗠 𝗥𝗘𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗌!

OO1. prologue

OO2. i HATE park sunghoon!

OO3. the mysterious flip phone. . .

OO4. does he really love me?

OO5. the deep ache of my heart

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗟𝗦 𝗟𝗢𝗔𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗢𝗡. . .

𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝑖𝐒𝐓 ﹙ 🍒 ﹚ 𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗡! 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑓𝑓. . . 𝓞𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝑖𝐎𝐍: 𝓣𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝓛𝐎𝐕𝐄 #CLiCK4LOVE! 💌 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖻𝖿𝖿𝗌! ‹3

[aliceinborderlandsquidgame]

YanAIB Boys x IceSkater!Reader

Warnings: Stalking - Banda sunato - Obsession - Killing -

Includes: Banda Sunato - Karube - Arisu -

◇ Banda Sunato

He probably saw you first time when he break into one of the houses of his last victims. They were watching a program and you came into the show,a interview. He was hearstruck as he pulled out guts from his victim. Then they showed clips of you ice skating and he fell hard for it.

He would go back to his home and look for you on the internet. He sees your talent and its..well he must say he is suprised by your talent and also he thinks how you two could ice skate at least on easy way and be together.

His mind would drift to a scenario where you two skate across a frozen lake...the bodies of his victims under it and floating towards the surface. However not you or him would care, he would let you spin him around giving you some slight control over him. 

Its almost lovely. Banda can imagine you wearing something white with blood on it. You would look like a ice monster.

He cant help but laught at the tought. Maybe he should try and attend your nezt Competition to see you up close. What would be your smell ? Or reaction? You wont know him. But he can change that. He can change you to make you his perfect toy. A ice breaking toy.

◇Karube

Karube and You know each other since kids. He saw you go from someone who would fall right as you touched the ice as someone who feels at home when you are on it.

He probably feels like he owns you since he saw you grow in talent.

Its someone who is there for your practices and Competitions. Will probably ruffle your hair and get protective when cameras are around. If you are not comfortable around someone, maybe a rival then Karube shows up.

Karube its a softie but only with you and his Friends. To others he looks like a beast ready to beat them up. And they may be onto something since Karube hates when you get attacked with personal questions or end stressed because of a rumor.

The protective Yandere. Honestly he is very well minded on how he feels towards you and knows its not...well sane. But he does not care and wont act on his tendecies. And may never tell you his feelings if you act more as a friend to him than anything.

◇Arisu

Sweet boy he probably saw one Competition by mistake one night and ended obsessed over you.

Has a playlist with your best tricks. And even goes as hard as to look for merch of you.

Spoiler: he does not find any and ends sad because of it.

Follows your social media and lets the biggest scream when you give him a like or a response.

It starts as a fan really, maybe a bit on edge but still someone who can function without you. Then it grows into obsession, probably after he went to see you on a Competition for the first time and you sent a kiss and this guy tought it was for him and only him.

The good thing is, Arisu is too shy to do any drastic moves. If you two meet its going to be akward on his end. Will sutter and blush but give you lots of compliments!!

Final note: I must say I dont really like this one. But i hope you guys like it! ♥️

[sequoiathinker]

what was readers and patrick’s first performance like together? what was going through their heads and how did they feel after?

First preference with iceskater!patrick

You were very young then and terrified, even though they had been skating for years but never together.

Relying on someone is an entirely different ball game.

They practiced day and night, but it's still not the same as the day you compete.

You and Patrick spent the day before together having fun and watching movies, so you guys didn't let the nerves get to you and hopefully got some good sleep, but the moment your parent came to wake you up in the morning, the nerves hit you like a wave

Patrick kept trying to cheer you up because he could clearly see you were worried, and you appreciated it, but at that moment, nothing was really going to make your nerves go away.

You two sat and watched the other performers go up one after the other. When the performers on right before stared, you and Patrick stepped away to get ready. There was a room off the side for you to prepare.

The room was quiet and really bright, unlike the room with the rink where you were. For a moment, you started to panic and just stood in the middle of the room, trying to catch your breath. Before you could have a full-on panic attack, Patrick hugged you, which he'd never done outside of your Performances, so it shocked you, but it didn't take long to feel safe with him.

Not long after, he took a step back and noticed you had been crying a little when he hugged you. Of course, Patrick did what he did best: make jokes at the worst time.

"You're gonna ruin your makeup if you don't stop, and you don't wanna look ugly in front of hundreds of people, right?" You were mad for a split second, and then you shoved him back as he stared and laughed. "I'm just joking. You could never be ugly."

"That's not funny, Patrick." That last thing he said made you feel a way about him you had never felt before, and at that age, you didn't know, but they were butterflies.

After a minute of laughing, York Couch came in and told you it was time to go on.

As you walked out, Pat walked out. He held your hand the whole time.

When the music started, Patrick looked directly at you and tried to tell you with his eyes that it would be okay.

Be for you. Even before you knew it, you were done, and now Patrick was looking at you with a massive grin on his face, like one you had never seen before.

You two took your last bow and skated off the rink, as Patrick did before. He held your hand the whole time.

Once you got your scoring, you two placed third place, which was extremely impressive for the first time they had competed with each other.

After everything was over, your parents took you two out for dinner and ice cream. The whole time, you and Patrick made jokes and giggled like you had never before.

They you guys for being so patient on me finally writing your guys request. I worked on more as I’m posting this so keep an eye out for more!

[piastappies]

there are so many fics ideas going thru my mind right now that i might explode. please pick for me what should i write first 😭😭😭😭

[kettleinusefornow]

Rough ride.. MDNI

CHAPTER 2

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

CHP1 CHP3 CHP LIST

CHAPTER 2: Something deeper

Snowflakes fell on her as she stood in the cold atmosphere. She didn’t know what to say. The same warm and loving look he gave her wasn’t there anymore. She prepared for him to lose the feelings they shared since 5 years is a long time to maintain them. But.. Something just made her sorrowful. 

“Can I come in…?” Which was again followed by silence.

Sae sighed. “Okay.” He made way for her to come in, closing the door behind her as she stepped in. Y/N was cold. She came in without thinking much. In only her tank top and pajama shorts. She was almost shivering. If it was the old Sae he would hug her and scold her for not covering up properly. But he’s unsimilar to his past self.  She walked into the living room of the Japanese style house. Memories of their childhood were embedded everywhere. She sat on the couch. The place where they had their first kiss. Cute. 

Sae followed in behind her and sat across the couch on another sofa chair.

“What did you want?” Y/N could feel the cold emitting from his words. 

“Well isn’t it obvious? I’m here to see my boyfriend.” Y/N tried to act herself which only got a frown from Sae. “Hah.. Boyfriend? Don’t get me wrong. Sure we were childhood sweethearts but we grew up. No way you thought this love would still go on right?” His words stabbed her chest like icicles. She didn’t dare to look at him after that frown. She looked at the floor. The same floor where she, Rin and Sae would do their homework while watching football matches.

“Can you.. leave already? You are wasting my time.” Y/N shot up. She didn’t say a word and neither did Sae. He looked at her face which was blocked by her hair since she was facing down. She looked up. 

Her nose slightly red and eyes that slowly formed tears that were about to fall. A face she hasn’t made since her grandparents died in an accident. “Sorry.” She somehow sounded out before turning to leave. As soon as she turned, small droplets of tears fell down onto the bamboo flooring like raisin drizzle. She came to a halt, Sae raised his eyebrows. 

“As soon as I leave that door.. We are never going back to our old selves again.” She spit out through her cries. Sae sat there. Just looking at her. “Leave already.” Y/N turned her head to see him. 

“Thanks for the memories, Sae.” A small parting gift that she fumbled over saying, paired with a broken smile that hid the despair that she felt. She walked slowly, A small part of her hoping he would grab her wrist to stop her and tell her it’s just a stupid prank or he was just messing with her. Yet nothing happened. She walked out the door, looking up at the dark sky as it somehow gave her comfort. She paced to her house, stopping a few times trying to deny what just happened without breaking down on the way.. 

Her parents were about to ask her how it went before they paused, not getting anything out. Their daughter was a mess. Face wet with tears, breaking out in cold sweat, barely even conscious enough to be aware that her parents were looking at her wistful eyes.

Y/N stayed in her room for 3 days straight.. A bit too much, she cried, and cried until she couldn’t make out if she was crying in her dream or in real life. She felt a tugging pain in her chest. Lumps forming her throat making her unable to breathe. The tears that ran down her face felt hot and almost like her eyes and cheeks were burning from the continuous crying. Her hands were soaked in wet as she wiped her tears again and again. She felt as if she was being ripped apart.. All for what? Just a random boy that was part of her life for a short while. Maybe it was the weather mimicking her, there were snowstorms that went on for the days she spent inside her room. Her cries echoed in the emptiness that she felt inside her.

Different people knocked on her door. Sae’s parents, her parents.. None of them were him. She was more disappointed in herself than she was heartbroken over him.. Y/N decided it’s best to just.. cry as much as possible let out everything so that she doesn’t fall apart outside..

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