#mentioned: skater brain

[james-silenthill]

Anyways silent hill as a town doesn't align itself to any human morality. Its alive its rotting its unknowable. Created through death and violence and subjugation and nurtured by way of the cult. Its even beyond the orders scope now. Not quite paradise, not quite hell. Silent Hill, the town, is a dendrogaster of the human mind. God as a perversion of humanity, something that wiggles into the mind of a man and takes its shape. God Entered My Body Like A Body My Same Size. The town of silent hill doesnt follow human morality. It reflects you, You, the abused the guilty the damned, but its rorschach blots. The Order molded the town, its god, in their own image, but it can't help itself. Its memetic its parasitic it needs You

#delete later skater #silent hill posting #tw cult mention #im at work passing the time #i think i could argue the town/the concept of the town as being some kind of memetic brain parasite #idk if i commit to it but

[kingsmedley]

@strawberry-barista​ [unprompted!]

“Hey, Mr. H. Do you have a moment?”

Joshua arrived just before Wildkat opened, letting himself in without asking, a small smile on his face. He didn’t wait for Mr. H’s response before continuing.

“I’m going to try to stick it out as Composer,” he said. “I’ve been... thinking about it a lot, you know. What it means to be Composer. What it means to be a good Composer. And maybe I’m still not cut out for it, but I want to give myself a second chance. And this time... I’m going to take better care of us all. You, the city, myself--although those last two go hand-in-hand. I know I’m not the most emotionally stable person in the world, and I’m still afraid of what that might mean for the city, but...”

“We’ve been working well together, finally, and it would be a shame to lose all that progress, wouldn’t it? I’ve been opening up to other people, making friends, and I actually feel like I’m not alone in this. It gives me hope. Talking to Neku, and Haz, and Beat, and Uzuki and Kariya... I want to be a good Composer for them. To help them, to serve as an example, to make this city as wonderful as it can be for the people I care about, and even those I don’t. For everyone who lives here, and everyone who visits.”

He took a deep, steadying breath, trying to slow down and keep the words from jumbling together as he talked.

“I hate myself. But I love Shibuya. And I shouldn’t be able to do that. We’re not supposed to be that separate. If I can learn to love something that’s such a deep part of me, maybe I can learn to love myself, too, eventually. I think... trying to keep myself isolated from the city and its people is part of the reason why I’ve struggled so much. Maybe I can’t live a normal, human life, but I can still live. I can still connect, and make friends, and enjoy the moment, and just... be happy, I guess. Why should a Composer have to separate themself from the city so much? In what world would that help? So I’m going to do the opposite, try something new, and maybe that’ll work for me.”

The idea of coming back to life had been a secret pipe dream he’d held onto for years, desperately longing for, but it had lost all appear the moment he learned it would come at the cost of separation from Mr. H. After that... he was willing to sacrifice his own happiness for the sake of the city, but what if he didn’t have to? What if he could remain in his position, but integrate more into the UG and RG, as well? HIs identity was already pretty much common knowledge among Reapers, so there wasn’t that much extra danger in this. He just had to keep his city stable.

And while he wasn’t sure he could pull it off, he still wanted to try.

“Maybe this is stupid, and if it doesn’t work, we can go back to the original plan, but I think there’s a chance we can do this. And even if it does backfire, I’ll have set myself up to be happier alive, too. So I think it’s worth a try.” He paused, bit his lip. “What do you think?”

#i was going to send this as an ask but it got waaaayyyy too long lmao #YOU ARE KING || post-neo verse #strawberry-barista #mentioned: limitlesspossibilities #mentioned: pureposer #mentioned: skater-brain #mentioned: lollipopsandgunshots

[strawberry-barista]

“You know, while it’s true that I do really like to see her getting what’s owed, I think I’m more proud’a how hard Josh is standin’ up for Beat. It really feels like they could really be friends, right? I hope they get a little closer after all this. They both deserve to have more friends.”

#busy dizzy and lazy ⤙ic⤚⚄ #mentioned: mrs-bito #mentioned: skater-brain #mentioned: kingsmedley #read by someone taken as a good one ⤙dash⤚⚄

[reineydraws]

@giurochedadomani this au is eating my brain.

someone in the replies of the last post brought up dogsred, a hockey manga where a figure skater becomes a hockey player so that could be zoro lol

i mentioned it there but he becomes a meme bc he was messing around during practice and managed to score with three hockey sticks, one of which was in his mouth! three stick style 😎

like u mentioned, ace is roger's son but it's not common knowledge bc he wanted to make it on his own name instead of under his dad's, who has like, gretzky-level hockey fame. also holds some resentment bc the peak of roger's career was when ace needed him at home.

also like u mentioned, garp totally doesnt believe professional sports is a reliable career in the long run, and despises that most of his grandkids are pro hockey players, and his son went into speed skating and eventually became the olympic coach for the country's olympic speed skaters (incl sabo). koala is also one and her and sabo are on the mix-gendered relay skate.

by the time luffy gets promoted to captain, he's somehow amassed the weirdest team of pirates players ever seen, where many of the regulars just. don't have backgrounds in hockey? where did he find them? how did he convince the league to take them? who knows.

cross guild productions is the brain child of crocodile, who lent buggy a bunch of money to start his company and decided to do this when buggy couldnt pay up when he chased him diwn years later. croc also coaches mihawk, so he decides to strong-arm mihawk into doing guest performances, since he's such a big figure skating name, having the most olympic golds ever win by a single figure skater. mihawk doesnt want to do it until he hears the storyline for the performance, sees his costume sketches, and holds the prop sword. he's just a huge goth dork underneath it all.

after mihawk's grand internationally-aired romantic gesture succeeds and he gets shanks back, shanks manages to convince the cross guild that he's still a good enough skater to do an easy ice show, as long as he doesnt fall on his bad arm like a dumbass. he never does tricks, but people love the character they write for him, as he's so charismatic. he plays mihawk's rival in that season's little show, and gets his own prop sword. every single performance sells out bc mishanks is till a hot topic among ice skating and hockey fans.

sanji comes from a very strict, very decorous mma family, and he never fit in bc he likes cooking and skating. he ran away from home and found a fister parent in zeff, and worked at the baratie growing up, where zeff put him in hockey bc his kid likes skating but he also needs friends his age. despite never wanting to be like his birth family, ironically sanji's one of the best fighters on the pirates.

usopp is a forward and their best shot, and generally always makes it into the net from wherever he's shooting. despite this, he finds being a forward absolutely terrifying and is refularly intimidated by the big guys they face that have no problem getting in his face and starting fights.

#op hockey au #one piece fanart #one piece #op fanart #monkey d luffy #portgas d ace #sabo #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #shanks #gol d roger #silvers rayleigh #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk

[doomduck]

Finally managed to pin down mark for a private lesson. (Its competition season)

Worked on waltz jump and salchow. He used Javi as example for axel (which is where we're pushing the waltz jump towards). I got a 'that was good' on two of my waltz jump and on threat of being beaten over the head with my free leg for not extending properly lol.

I can finally do a baby salchow from a cross over! (After two lessons because guess who forgot how to do it the moment they left the ice hahaha)I had been practising it from a 3 turn, but there's better control from a cross over. I'm also hoping it will help with loop.

There's a chance of maybe using the harness once its installed. So that's exciting!

Skate school starts Sunday. So hopefully I can pass that this term.

#figure skating #adventures in skating #ducky does a skate #adult skater #shells on ice #practice practice practice #on the road to axel #i had to bite my tongue when mark mentioned javi and brain orser and the ttc. i need to shut up about yuzuru lol

[hsficrecommendation]

Hello everyone! This is masterlist #4, #5 and #6 (Cont. Of June, then Sept, and Oct 2023!) for all the fics I have reblogged on this side blog I hold super close to me. Remember to leave feedback and reblog all the writings below!

Also, a huge thank you to all the writers mentioned, I adore you so very much and I hope you keep writing for yourselves <3

••• JUNE (Part 2!) •••

Stablehand!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Part 2 | Part 3 | Harry loathes Y/N and she's just a little tease. - @angelsanddaisies

Poetry In Your Mailbox | Part 2 | Part 3 | Y/N and the rest of her nosy neighborhood friends ogle at the man who just moved in next door — a man of mystery, silence, and someone who seemingly doesn’t want anything to do with his neighbors… until Y/N begins to receive anonymous mail. - @episkystyles

Changes | ♡♡ Harry returns home. Based on- Changes by Cam. - @hes-writer

Prince!Harry x Princess!Y/n | Harry is a prince, Y/N is a princess, and Harry is insufferable. - @novelistrry

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes | Every Rose has its Thorns | Petals and Prompts | Harry’s a prince looking for his princess… but perhaps she isn’t inside the ball. Includes: flowers and gossip and promises and true love’s kiss. - @jarofstyles

Out by the Docks | Underneath the Stars | ♡ A story of clandestine meetings, conspiracies, and stolen glances by the sea. (Princess!Y/n x Spy!Harry) - @fishnets-fingers

Dentist The Bad Boi | ♡ Harry’s a med-student and Y/N’s an art student, being neighbours with Y/N was already a living hell for Harry but when she fusses over his cat getting her cat pregnant – he mighty looses it. - @muffindaddystyles

The Empowering Hearts | ♡♡ In which you're a lonely model until you meet a baker. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

••• SEPTEMBER •••

Say It | in which a new relationship sparks up in the restaurant. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

The Joker and The Queen | In which Harry is a florist, has a crush on the baker next door and dreads his Birthday. - @harrysonlylover

Breaking the Ice | It's no secret that as a figure skater, you're fed up with the local hockey team being treated like royalty... and your ex's status as a player isn't helping much either. - @purplekiwis

Harry is a young professor and Y/N has never felt this kind of attraction before - @novelistrry

••• OCTOBER •••

Stop Thinking so Much | In which Harry teaches english and some poetry is hard to pick apart. - @meetevieinthehallway

Dog Days are Over | ♡ In which Y/n and Harry walk their dogs in the same park. Though, over the course of time, buying each other coffee turns into something more. - @nationalharryleague

The Witching Hour | ♡ Despite Harry being the witch in this situation, maybe his crush on gemma's new friend was going to be the most bewitching thing he ever encountered. - @moonchildstyles

Nest | Harry is y/n's best friend. He also happens to be an alpha. Spending a week at his place has her brain doing weird things. - @moonchildstyles

Pebbles and The Scarecrow | ♡ In which Harry doesn’t like Halloween until a certain pair of trick or treaters knock on his door. - @havethetimeofyourstyles

Banana Pancakes | Nanny!Harry falls in love with his little girl, and the mother of his little girl. - @ill-be-your-honey-bri

Golden | In which Y/n's life is dark but the Harry, The Fae King, sees she's golden. - @angelisverba

Better man - Harry and Y/n are famous and dating. Now, Harry is attending a party just 'cause he knows that Y/n would surely be there, and Y/n seems to be escaping her date so hard that she meets Harry outside the bathrooms. - @bopbopstyles

Masterlist for more recs! My Writing account - @0oolookitsme

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[irisintheafterglow]

alright @mididoodles since you're so determined to absolutely annihilate my psyche every time you press post, here's wonderwall hockey player!satoru x skater!reader

it couldn't be that bad to go a little later to the rink, right? right?

wrong, so very wrong.

on top of sleeping through your alarm, you couldn't find your skate guards after you carelessly tossed them on your desk the night prior. you ended up having to wrench them from your dog, nearly dropping your car keys in the trash in the process. by the time you were through the double doors and shivering against the frigid air, someone's already occupied your usual timeslot. sure, it was a free skate before doors officially opened, but years of going to the same rink established that you were the one on the ice at the asscrack of dawn. the ticket sellers knew it, the zamboni drivers knew it, even other skaters knew that you had first claim. everyone was aware of your seniority, it seemed, except for the lanky hockey player swinging pucks into a net on the far side of the ice. you lace up your skates and pray for him to leave, grimacing when he doesn't and hopping onto the rink anyway. if he hit you with a puck, the lawsuit would certainly pay for your next program's costume.

you tune him out the best you can and try to ignore the way his muscles stretch against his compression long sleeve, something much too light to be wearing for a typical hockey player. you don't skate close enough to see his face, but the corded muscle on his back was enough to have your face heating. his hair was nearly the same color as the ice, and he flipped it back every so often to get it out of his face. in another world where you weren't sharing the rink with him, you'd have found yourself with a little crush on him. the music in your earbuds isn't enough, however, to drown out the sound of the stick hitting the puck over and over and over again, not to mention the times when he misses the net and the puck ricochets off the walls of the rink. your jumps become messier than usual, as are your spins, and you can only accredit it to the other occupant of the rink. after barely a few minutes of trying to share and run through your drills without using half your space, you give up and make to leave. you'd just have to come back tomorrow and hope he wasn't there.

"hey, wait! i was just leaving," a vaguely familiar voice calls to your back. it's melodic and incredibly confident, borderline arrogant. "sorry i stole your spot; i have a game tonight and i wanted to get some extra practice goals in before class." the crunch of skates sprinting across the ice and power-sliding to a halt floats into your ears and you look at the perpetrator from the corner of your eye, turning fully to look at him when your brain clicks into place who he is. "oh, shit!"

"satoru?" he mirrors the surprise in your tone, throwing his head to the side with a lopsided smile as he states your name tenderly. "oh my god, what are you doing here?" your mouth breaks into a grin, grateful to be free from the scowl you were wearing a few minutes prior. your eyes flick down to his lips as his tongue runs absentmindedly over a sparkling canine.

"i had to come in a little earlier than i usually do; i didn't know that it's during the time you're here. it's really good to see you," he says warmly and you feel your face warm. "you went pro, yeah?" you nod, casually leaning a shoulder against the plexiglass walls of the rink. he crosses his toned arms across his chest and you fight the urge to stare. it's rude to ogle the arms of your childhood crush turned hot hockey player bad boy, you scold yourself. "how's that going?"

"mmm, i just got back from russia a few weeks ago. holiday intensives and such."

"wow, that's incredible. not like i'm surprised, though. you were always the best skater in our group."

"not true. i had to use you as a walker a few times when we were first starting out," you remind him and he laughs at the memory. "you made me hold your hand while i shimmied around the perimeter."

"and you asked if i was born with skates on my feet, i remember."

"how's suguru?"

"he's great. he's usually here with me but i couldn't drag him out of his house this early in the morning."

"in true suguru fashion, really," you joke. you feel like you're seven again, staring up at satoru's bright blue eyes absolutely lovestruck. he still makes you feel butterflies, even over a decade later. "you said you had a game later?"

"yeah, here at 6:00. you should come if you're free. watch me kick ass on the ice for old time's sake."

"i'll do my best. i'm meeting a new ballet teacher who's coaching us on musicality later this afternoon."

"i don't know what any of those words mean," he states plainly and you snort. "i never understood your world."

"and i never understood yours," you confess. "yet, here we are."

"here we are, indeed," he murmurs, looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before. it has your heart racing like an idiot. "well, i'll let you have your rink back. thanks for letting me borrow it." he carefully steps past you and heads for the benches, throwing back his snowy hair in a way that has you gripping the edge of the wall for stability. it takes all of your willpower to keep your voice from shaking.

"i'd say come use it anytime, but i am very protective of my timeslot." he sends you a smile over his shoulder. holy shit, were his shoulders always that broad? and was he always that tall? was he always this fucking hot?

"i'll respect it, though i might pop in to watch you skate. you're mesmerizing, you know?"

"careful, any more sweet words and i'll think you have a crush on me." the words slip from your mouth faster than you can stop them and he looks at you curiously, and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amused at your jab. you'd learned to flirt from him, after all.

when he's slipped out of his skates and re-approached you, you're barely tall enough to look him in the eyes. "it was good to see you," he murmurs.

"feeling's mutual." he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo and you resist the urge to touch his undercut.

"i missed you." his three words have you feeling weak in the knees and slightly breathless. "a lot." despite the chill, you feel your palms start to sweat.

"i missed you too."

"keep your eyes on me tonight?" you roll your eyes at his familiar, comforting self-assurance.

"like i would look at anyone else." his eyes are sparkling and time seems to slow down to a honey-covered crawl. "what number should i be watching?" he cracks a mischievous smirk, shrugging and walking to the exit. you're speechless on the ice until he turns back a final time.

to tell you that his number is your birthday.

I CALL WRITING THE GAME I'M GONNA WRITE THE GAME I WANNA WRITE THE GAME SOON I JUST FEEL SO AWKWARD WRITING WITHOUT ANY FIRST MEET/CONTEXT

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#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x y/n #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk ice skating au #jjk au

[jarofstyles]

FICTOBER DAY 17- Does This Movie Really Scare You?

Here is something from the Skater Boirry universe hehehehehe

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Warnings- idk if this needs it but I know some of y'all are afraid of haunted dolls so a movie w that is mentioned so dsfbsbakndbfask

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“Does this movie really scare you?” Y/N giggled, feeling Harry hide his face in her hair. 

She had not at all anticipated her boyfriend being nervous about a movie about a haunted doll, but she was finding it a little comical. Harry was usually pretty nonchalant about things, wasn’t scared of much, so when she suggested they have a scary movie marathon for halloween instead of getting wasted, he was fine with it. They’d made some snacks and Harry had even bought her a cute halloween blanket- it had Sanrio characters in halloween costumes in it!- and conceded in the fight of wearing matching Halloween pajamas. He’d even let her post a photo, which was a win for her. 

The first movie had been a documentary called Demon House, one from a paranormal investigator who had bought a seemingly possessed house. Harry had scoffed at some of the evidence they pulled, questioned the validity of others, and didn't seem to mind it. But when Annabell had been pulled up on the screen, he had been much more quiet. 

“It’s not scary.” He scoffed. “It’s just creepy. Who the fuck likes dolls like thay anyways?” He froze for a second, looking to Y/N with an apprehensive look on his face. “For the love of god, please tell me you don’t have any hiding away that I’m going to be exposed to when we move in together.” 

Y/N’s brain malfunctioned slightly at the mere mention of moving in together. It had been mentioned a few times but they were enjoying school currently, but she did always wish they lived together. For real this time. Sleepovers were great, but she’d do anything to wake up to his gentle humming and observation of her every day. Morning Harry was so soft and cuddly, she never got tired of it. 

“I don’t. I was a stuffed animal type of girl, and barbies. I didn’t love the other dolls too much.” She put him out of his misery after snickering about it for a few seconds. “If it’s too scary, we can turn it off and watch another show or something. I don’t mind.” 

“It’s not too scary for me, babe. I just think its’ stupid and the doll is creepy but you chose it. It’s all up to you tonight so, if you want to keep watching we can. I don’t mind either way.” He sniffed, grabbing a M&M she had mixed into the popcorn and popping it into his mouth. 

Y/N knew what that meant. Grabbing the remote, she giggled as she turned it off and went to search for something else on the TV, squeaking when he pinched her side lightly and made her jerk. His hand grabbed the popcorn bowl before it could go flying, thankfully. “Oi! What the fuck was that for? I was just laughing!” 

“Because you thought I was scared. I’m not.” He said adamantly. “We can turn it back on- I don’t mind. Don’t sit here and giggle like a little shit because you think I’m scared.”

Y/N could only laugh harder as he vehemently denied it, making it seem only more true in her head. “I know! Relax. I’m not gonna tell anyone.” She shook her head. “It’s fine. I have to grab more drinks anyways. Did you want a Coke or did you want water?” She asked, stretching her arms above her head. 

“What I want is for you to stop that little grin.” He grumbled. “When we have kids, we are never allowing dolls into their rooms. Sorry.” 

Y/N couldn’t help it now, a smile growing on her face as she paused to look at him. “Oh? First, we’re moving in… now we’re talking about kids?” She hummed, turning to kiss his cheek. “Is this on your mind a lot? Cause m’not about to let you knock me up for at least another 4 years.” 

Harry groaned, cheeks heating up a delicious little pink that Y/N wanted to bite. His cheeks were bitable, after all. He leaning his head back on the couch, running a hand through his now messy hair. “Of course I’m thinking about it. But now you’re teasing me, so you can go get the drinks and when you come back, we can talk properly about it if you want. I’ve been bullied enough.”

#jarofstyles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfic #harry styles smut #harry writing #harry styles imagine #harry drabble #harry styles blurb #harry styles writing #skaterboy!harry #skater boi #skater harry styles #jarofstyles fictober 23 #jarofstyles fictober #Harry fluff #Harry styles fluff #Harry styles angst #Harry angst

[maochira]

heyheyhey!!!! saw your reqs are open so is it okay to ask for rin, kunigami (heavy on hin, hes been plaging by brain or a while), isagi and nagi with a s/o whos a figure skater??? but not any figure skater, *the* figure skater. like, theyve broken multiple world records, have tons of gold medals and such. they also all know their s/o from childhood yknow, like they were childhood friends and then became high school sweethearts 😭 im sorry if its too much, but this has been rotting on my brain for so long 😭😭😭😭

It's not too much don't worry!! People get so worried about requesting multiple characters all the time but I don't mind!! (most I ever did was uhh 14 characters in one request???)

Requests open! - masterlist

Tags: gn!reader, fluff

Rin has always adored you and your achievements. They always motivated him to try even harder with soccer. Knowing you're one of the best figure skaters motivates him to be the world's best striker even more. He thinks about you every single day while he's in Blue Lock and he misses you so much. Every time you cross his mind, he wonders what you achieve while he's gone. He might be a bit sad over not being there with you to celebrate, but he knows you want him to achieve just as much, so he keeps fighting.

Ever since you were children, Kunigami was amazed by your ice skating skills. He was your first and still is your biggest fan. He was there to watch every medal you won and even came to watch many of your practices. Even when you became more famous, he remained as your biggest fan and it was only a matter of time until you'd fall in love with each other. You always supported him just as much when it came to soccer, so of course, you were incredibly proud when he got invited to Blue Lock and insisted he had to go there. Even though he knew he would miss you a lot, he knew it was an opportunity he shouldn't say no to. Knowing you'll always be there to support him makes him even more confident in becoming the world's best striker.

Isagi didn't expect to catch feelings for you because he only ever thought of you as his best friend since early childhood, but it really shouldn't have been surprised when he started getting butterflies in his stomach every time he saw you. It took him quite a while to confess his feelings because he didn't think you'd feel the same way. But when you won first place in an important competition, Isagi just couldn't hold himself back anymore. He pulled you into a hug like he always does when congratulating you, just this time kissed you as well. At firat, he was very embarrassed about it, but you kissed him back immediately.

Nagi always wondered how you were able to put so much effort into ice skating because it looked so hard. You always offered to teach him and encouraged him to find another hobby besides gaming, but he never bothered to actually do that. You were happy to find out he started playing soccer because of Reo and supported him from the first moment he mentioned it. Nagi always came to watch your performances if he had the chance to, so of course you promised to do the same and came to watch all of his soccer matches. It didn't matter to you that he was only part of a school team, you always knew how much potential is hidden inside of him. The invitation to Blue Lock only proves you right.

#bllk #blue lock #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x you #rin itoshi x you #kunigami x reader #kunigami x you #rensuke kunigami x reader #rensuke kunigami x you #isagi x reader #isagi x you #yoichi isagi x reader #yoichi isagi x you #nagi x reader #nagi x you #seishirou nagi x reader #seishirou nagi x you #rin itoshi #itoshi rin #yoichi isagi #isagi yoichi #nagi seishirou #seishirou nagi

[strxbrymochi]

melting an ice heart | lmk

08. id card

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pairing: lee mark (nct) x fem!reader

genre & tropes: smau, mostly enemies to lovers but a little bit of fluff too don’t worry, sports au (hockey player x figure skater), grumpy x sunshine energy, chaotic friend energy

chapter warnings: swearing, a lil glimpse into what she dealt with as a child, but i don't think it's too deep, just mentions of abuse but indirectly

synopsis: he’s the life of every party, the team heartthrob and mvp while she’s the stone cold ice-princess who will stop at nothing to get things her way. but when an accident intertwines the two more than they had hoped, will his fire be enough to melt the ice facade she’s built up or will they continue to clash and end up in ruins?

updates: mwf 8:00pm gmt+8 // 11:00pm gmt+11

taglist: open!

words: ~1.2k

"fuck." you curse out loud as you hit your fist on the ice. you've been here for around 2 hours now, your training ended at 9pm and here you are again, at 2am, skating, in a supposedly closed rink.

you've been coming in after hours for about a couple years now, well since you started at suwon at least. your parents had said they paid off time for you to skate anytime you wanted, and so you did. at first it seemed as though they never wanted you to rest-- not that you were complaining, but over time you saw of it as your safe space. the rink was more a home to you than your actual house. it was your solace everytime something went wrong. it was where all your pent up anger and stress was released on to. your emotions displayed through the way your skates glide smoothly, but aggressively, in the ice. as you stand back up and skate around to shake it off and try your routine again, memories of your childhood flood your brain.

"again." your mother would shout at you from the bleachers.

back when you were younger and skated near home, your parents made it a point to watch you at every training. refusing to let you go home until they thought your run was spotless.

your mom is a skater too, so she understood what it was like. well, was a skater. she wouldn't really tell you the details other than the fact she says she pushes you to experience the things she never got to. as a good daughter, you followed through, no questions asked.

you stand up from the fall, and brush your hands off your leggings. it felt sticky, and something stung. you look down on your hands to see scratches and a bit of blood from your now 12th fall in the last hour and a half. you pull your jacket sleeve over to cover it up and silently wince in pain. you move back to position and make eye contact with your coach, standing next to your mom. she nods at you. "come on now, we haven't got all day have we?" your mom shouts, arms crossing.

you take a deep breath and try again, you gain speed and you leap. you spin once, twice, thrice, and extend your leg to land, and you do. only it was too late and you tip over to the edge and fall; hearing a small snap.

"for goodness sakes, i did not go through all that to raise a FAILURE." your mother shouts. "stop being dramatic and get up. again."

you look over to your knee which gave way in that landing. you stretch it to test how bad the pain was. wincing, you do your best to stand up.

"maybe we should stop for today..." your coach tells your mom cautiously.

"she'll stop when she gets it right." your mom snaps back. "do you hear me y/n? we aren't leaving here til you get that jump right."

and so with another deep breath, you try to forget the pain on your knee and try again. hoping, praying, that's the last time.

you get home after practice and your mother immediately sends you to your room with no dinner. your mom believes in meal times and anything after 9pm was a big no for the digestive system, makes you gain weight apparently. so here you are, sitting in your chair, trying to do your homework, on an empty stomach because you got home at 10:30pm. all because you couldn't get a jump right. you glance at your foot, red seeping through the bandages from the cuts from your skates. you sigh. this was going to be a long night.

the lights in the rink suddenly turn on. what the fuck? no one has ever come in the rink at this time of night except you. cleaners maybe? no, they would be asleep. no one knew of your parents arrangement and if anyone were to find out you'd be in serious trouble.

you hear footsteps. shit. you skate your way to the entrance and quickly put on your skate guards, grab your training bag and run out. you had no time to change your shoes. as you run out, you hide behind the building, breathing silently, making sure no one caught you. as you reach down your training bag you freeze. your id card. you close your eyes and curse silently. it must've fallen out as you were running. you couldn't go back in, not when you didn't know who was in there. you'd just have to hope they don't find it and you can get it tomorrow.

you quickly change your skates for shoes and run off into the night before anyone else catches you.

back in the rink, mark makes his way to the entrance. huh, why are there skate marks? he was certain they cleaned off the ice after the last practice. come to think about it, he did hear glides as he entered the rink. didn't sound like a hockey skate, maybe a figure skater? he'd probably ask his uncle tomorrow.

as mark laces up his boots and gets into the ice, he moves around. just in a circle, letting the wind hit his face and calm him down. he was on the ice for as long as he could remember. it was his mother who introduced it to him, and it was his distraction when she got sick. lucky for him his family owned a rink, so it seemed only right he'd pursue it. now that he moved to suwon, his uncle allowed him unlimited access, now he can skate whenever he needed to, if he wanted to clear his head or if he just needed a break. and that's what he was doing tonight. the move wasn't exactly easy, but he's been adjusting well. he has friends, he's well-liked, hockey's doing good, but it's different. well, maybe it's because his mom isn't here for any of it.

"mom? you there?" he calls out as he skates around. he probably sounds stupid but his mom always told him she would always be watching over him, every single time he touched the ice. "it's been a while, the move's been crazy, i haven't really been able to skate freely like this but thankfully samchun's been great about letting me do now, so hopefully i'll get to talk to you more. anyways, i had my first game the other day and we won." he says. "i got mvp, pretty neat. school's been good, classes aren't as hard and i have friends. i think you'd really like them." he continues to tell her how he's been going, letting the way the air hits him serve as a sign she's listening.

he finishes his run and skates over to the bleachers to change his shoes. as he walks to the exit he hears a crunch. looking down, he sees an id card. weird. he thinks, bending over to pick it up.

huh. he thinks, flipping it over. y/n l/n, he says to himself, the girl he bumped into at reverie. now he had some sort of leverage to find out more about her but wait, what was the ice princess doing in the rink this time of night? was it really you he almost caught? questions circled his mind. only one way to find out he thinks, holding your id card as he makes his way out.

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#nct dream scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream social media au #nct dream fic #mark lee smau #mark lee enemies to lovers #melting an ice heart smau #stxbrymochi maih #nct fic #mark lee fic #mark lee hockey au #nct hockey au #nct sports au #mark x reader #mark lee x reader

[jamiesfootball]

Okay I have treats I should be answering, but since I typed it all out anyways-

*rips open trench coat*

Here's the list of Jamie AUs I have puttering around in the brain:

-Jamie-is-Zava AU! In which Jamie never gets traded to Richmond. Instead he ends up at a different club, one that's meaner AND within driving distance of Manchester. Because this is Jamie, he never stops battling, and within three years he is an angry shell of the person but also an absolute killer as a striker. His relationship with his dad is also the worst its ever been. So the entire league is stunned - stunned! - when one Leslie Higgins runs into him in the bathroom during a match and jokingly says, "I don't supposed you'd ever want to play for a team like Richmond" and Jamie Tartt agrees! (Men really do be giving each other jobs in bathrooms)

-hockey Jamie! (this is based on nothing I just like hockey jerseys and ice skating)

-figure skater!girl!Jamie (based off someone’s previous post about a girl jamie getting pushed into it by her dad) Again, ice skates. outfits. but now also with music. Also Jamie being stuck in another high-control environment. Ough.

-bartender Jamie! He got injured in the academy and, well, bars are really the only other place his dad ever dragged him, so it was easy enough to get a job, wasn't it? And it's not like he doesn't get tipped well. He's a handsome lad and great at charming people (makes him uncomfortable sometimes when it's the older women flirting with him, but he doesn't like to think about that much)

-bartender Jamie again! This time with an accompanying Roy Kent who is also a bartender because neither of them 'made it out.' Roy is a tired, overworked line cook who has had it up to HERE with this new guy who works the front of house. Makes him want to spit in the guy's shift meal, but he'd never do that to the food (which he at least respects). And well, sometimes the guy looks a little desperate about the shift meal. Roy's been there - was there the whole time he was helping his sister with Phoebe while she was getting her nursing degree. Didn't mean he signed up to teach him to cook. But they did just lose another line cook. Fuck.

-lawyer jamie! He wants to make sure people like his dad don’t happen to other people. He brings a very Boston Legal energy to Roy's The Practice energy. Keeley is a paralegal. Rebecca owns the firm now. Ted is HR.

-criminal profiler Jamie! Going full Criminal Minds here people! Heavy on the themes, and the whole 'using your trauma to profile the unsub' thing, and the 'we don't profile each other (except for when we do)

-CSI Jamie! But it’s the fake CSI where they are borderline detectives and he keeps getting threatened/kidnapped. He is basically the Nick Stokes of the crew

-Rockstar Jamie! He got famous because of his face but he actually IS talented! But they won’t let him play any ‘real’ music and he has loads of anger he’d like to scream about thanks. He's always wanted to work with Roy Kent, but Roy's old band notoriously broke up in the messiest fucking manner and Roy's been working in a limited, behind the scenes fashion ever since (and fucking loathes the sort of music Jamie makes).

-Movie star Jamie! He’s a palatable actor, but what he secretly really wants to do is direct. Meanwhile former indie-darling director Roy who had a string of failures got low-balled into directing this run-of-the-mill drama. When the first actor dropped out without warning, Keeley called in a favor to get her somewhat-famous ex-boyfriend to star in it instead and he will not. stop. giving. Roy. notes.

-Bonus AU mentions:

-Jaeger pilot Jamie (Pacific Rim au)

-Hitter turned hacker Jamie (Leverage au - I have a whole tag for it)

-Dead Jamie (The Good Place au) - he is fairly sure he is not supposed to be in The Good Place and is white knuckling it so he doesn't get caught. Ted is Michael. Chaos ensues.

#this is the tippity tip of the iceberg #jamie tartt #ted lasso #AU masterlist #leverage au #pacific rim au #genderswap au

[decadentfantasy]

Could you do the MKX Kombat Kids and MK11 Fujin with a reader who fights with a metal baseball bat and rides a skateboard?

𝑴𝑲1 𝑲𝑶𝑴𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑺𝑲𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑭𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑺 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯 𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑬𝑩𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑩𝑨𝑻

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: Cassie Cage, Takeda Takahashi, Kung Jin, Jacqui Briggs, Fujin

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: a little body insecurity and mentions of violence

❥︎ 𝑪𝑨𝑺𝑺𝑰𝑬 𝑪𝑨𝑮𝑬

❥︎ You bring her back to her skater girl era. You'll catch her shamelessly staring at your skateboard like a little kid, keeping herself from asking you if she can ride it because she knows how jealous you are over it.

❥︎ Your metal baseball bat is the funniest weapon she's ever seen, honestly. You just go around, speeding past your enemies as you give them permanent traumatic brain injuries like a lethal spinning top out of control! The first time she saw you whack your weapon on someone's head she burst out laughing, tears in her eyes and with her hands on her belly.

❥︎ 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬𝑫𝑨 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑨𝑯𝑨𝑺𝑯𝑰

❥︎ He used to be a skater boy, and a passionate one at that. Though, after the first time he stole your skateboard as a joke, you chased him across the entire SF headquarters with your baseball bat and he learned not to do that again.

❥︎ Speaking of that baseball bat, don't ever go near him with that ever again. Don't get him wrong, he thinks it's absolutely hilarious how you just bonk your opponents, but it's not as funny when he is a potential target.

❥︎ 𝑲𝑼𝑵𝑮 𝑱𝑰𝑵

❥︎ Bewildered, is what Jin is whenever he sees you rolling around the battlefield smashing heads like it's an Olympic sport. He's seen many odd fighting styles at the Wu Shi, but they don't even come close to yours. He doesn't dislike it, however.

❥︎ Jin suffers from slight body insecurity due to the fact that he's so much physically bigger than the rest of his family and friends, so he kind of vibes with your baggy clothes. He starts wearing something similar when he doesn't have to wear his Shaolin clothes.

❥︎ 𝑱𝑨𝑪𝑸𝑼𝑰 𝑩𝑹𝑰𝑮𝑮𝑺

❥︎ Jacqui used to be a baseball player, and a very good one too, when she was a child. She left the sport when she joined the military, but the sport never left her: sometimes she just steals your bat to give some empty strikes to the air, wanting to see if she's still got it (she does).

❥︎ The skateboard however... she hates that hellish board on wheels, because she cannot stand on it for all that is dear. She used to hate Cassie's when they were kids and she hates yours too, regardless of how cool you look riding it.

❥︎ 𝑭𝑼𝑱𝑰𝑵

❥︎ Very amused by your fighting style, and he thinks the acrobatic stunts you can pull are something to behold: he loves seeing you so effortlessly float mid-air as if you were weightless, you don't even need his help to do that!

❥︎ Obviously, that doesn't mean he doesn't help at all. You two perfected a pretty cool trick in which he conjures a mini tornado and you ride it using your skateboard like an overboard (it's one of your Fatalities).

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mk1 2023 #decadentfantasy #leighwrites #kung jin #mkx kung jin #mkx kung jin x reader #mkx #mortal kombat x #mortal kombat x reader #takeda takahashi #mkx takeda takahashi #takeda takahashi x reader #mkx cassie cage #mk11 cassie cage #cassie cage x reader #cassie cage #mkx jacqui briggs #mk11 jacqui briggs #jacqui briggs #jacqui briggs x reader #mk11 fujin #fujin #fujin x reader

[kingsmedley]

... 😔

#to dust or to gold || ooc #maybe i'm the problem || shitposts #skater-brain #mentioned: strawberry-barista

[strawberry-barista]

⚅ — @skater-brain asked: — ⚅

⚅ — 🔄 or your choice — ⚅

Delphic Maxims Prompts

060. — Be jealous of no one.

— ★ ⚄ ★ —

After that guest had left, Hanekoma had had to close the shop and take a break. He silently prayed Joshua wouldn't notice, but he couldn't manage staying calm. Even after he'd breathed and settled himself, the comment had left him shaken, broken down. He'd tried to shove it under his breast, to make himself believe he was fine. He wasn't fine. The thoughts had festered and corroded within him and made him sick. Absolutely nauseous.

Hanekoma laid down across his bed, book tucked under his chest, and just squeezed his eyes shut as he fought against the tight pull in his chest. The squeeze in the pit of his stomach. And in the darkness behind his eyelids, he saw visions he didn't want to see. His gut twisted into knots as his imagination went wild, and he could feel the warmth and love and devotion.

"Someone he worships."

". . . Spoken for more than the surface level. . ."

". . . For the sake of your own heart. . ."

It was too late for all of that. He felt sick. He felt broken. He felt so incredibly angry.

"Such a goddamn idiot..." he whispered. "Why the hell did I say anything at all? I wish... I wish I wasn't so fucking stupid..."

Regret was such a rare sensation for him. Even bad experiences were good, so he never felt regret. But... he regretted this... he regretted all of this. He wished he could tear his own heart out and throw it into the ocean. He had never hated himself so much. Hated Dorian. Hated someone he didn't even have the information to place. And God, he wished he could hate Eanas, too. If he hated Eanas, maybe this wouldn't hurt so badly.

He wished he were more angel, as emotionless as they could sometimes be.

He drew in a deep breath as he turned on his bed, and he opened the little book right to the correct page. He'd turned to it so many times in these past few months, reading and re-reading and re-reading again. Trying to place all of his feelings there. Trying to let the feeling die in the pages.

"What kind of 'kitten' do you want to be?"

Yours. I want to be yours.

That whole scenario felt ridiculous now. Eanas had probably been laughing at him that whole time, inwardly chuckling at the audacity of this idiotic little kid. He's got a crush, how cute. Eanas had probably thought it all quite hilarious. He had known then how closely tied in he was to other people. Why hadn't he just said that? Why had he strung Hanekoma along on that whole conversation with a breath of hope, with an inkling of a maybe?

Maybe he'd just wanted a good, funny story to relay to Dorian later. Maybe Dorian was laughing at him now, too.

Hanekoma slammed the book shut and covered his eyes with his arm, squeezing them shut as embarrassed tears pricked the corners. He had wanted to be proven wrong, when he went to Eanas. He had wanted to be told that he could be loved and held and wanted. He had wanted Eanas to tell him that he was being silly for thinking he didn't have a place here, that he would be happy to love him.

But of course that hadn't happen. He'd been lead around in circles instead. Because Eanas had already had those people in his life. Because he already had someone that he loved and cherished and wanted. Because Hanekoma really didn't have a place in Eanas's life. Or a right. He was just entertainment.

And Hanekoma hated that he felt that way. He'd serve his heart on a plate to Eanas if he felt like it would make him stop caring. He'd give anything to get rid of this emotion. Jealousy was such an ugly thing, and his whole body was riddled with its stench. He wanted it to be gone from him, to be able to feel the soft friendship he had when they'd first met again.

But there was nothing he could do except rot away like aged meat, and so he rolled away to pick up his phone and contact Joshua. He couldn't recover, so he didn't need Joshua coming around and worrying about him. He chose to send a text instead of calling. He was sure if he attempted to speak now his voice would crack.

Joshua: I am sending this to request that you not visit the café or my apartment today. I have business to attend to, and I will not be able to tend to you should you arrive unannounced. I will not be able to help you. Therefore, it is in your best interest to push any planned visits back to tomorrow or some other date in the near future. Remember that I always love you, little dove.

With a sigh Hanekoma dumped his phone onto the bedside table and rolled over again to bury his face in one of his pillows. It was so juvenile for him to feel this way. This wasn't an emotion he should feel as an adult, especially for someone that had never been his to begin with, but he couldn't make it go away for the life of him. He couldn't stop it. He would just have to rest today and hope that tomorrow was better.

#anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄ #few lines of the sentence lie ⤙hc⤚⚄ #skater-brain #mentioned: dandybarista #mentioned: afigitis #mentioned: kingsmedley #//lol I'm so sorry #//I was scrolling through prompts and saw jealousy #//and I couldn't help myself #illness tw #nausea tw #jealousy tw #graphic imagery #self deprecation tw #self loathing tw #ask to tag #you still lack in experience ⤙answer⤚⚄ #distressed decaf #but nobody knew who wrote it ⤙drabble⤚⚄

[sara-wishes]

S8er boi. - 여상

Skater!Yeosang x Female!Reader

genre: fluff, enemy to lovers.

warnings: rude y/n (only at the beginning), poor skater vocabulary, mention of scratches, a swear word (?), sorry not sorry but studying biology sucks, angelic yeo.

word count: 3.3k

now listening to: S8er boi by Avril Lavigne

a/n: happy birthday to yeosang! if you enjoy this work, pls consider reblogging :D also, i added everyone who interacted with my previous post for this fanfic to the taglist, since I changed the requirement after posting it.

The headache was already present in your system.

You couldn’t tell if it was from having locked yourself up five hours ago to study non-stop, or from the noisy and irritating rolling of skate wheels.

The culprit to blame for the incessant clattering, none other than Yeosang.

The boy next door, who had accompanied you all throughout your life, as your neighbor and as your classmate. Not that you knew much about him or you shared an irreplaceable bond with him. You were acquaintances, who had talked to each other from time to time. And perhaps, just perhaps, you had developed the smallest, tiniest and insignificant crush over the greek sculptured boy. 

Nonetheless, if someone were to ask you about your opinion on him, of course, you would retort that he is to you nothing more, but an endless nuisance, and that you considered him to be the ultimate archenemy of all your grades.

Although he indeed was ‘the boy next door’ for you, he liked being referred to as the ‘skater boy next door’. Who was too passionate about skating, to ever stop trying new tricks, right under where your window happened to be located. The only parchment of the street he had deemed good enough to practice on. Unfortunately, summer was nearing your town, and the luxury of keeping the window shut was not one which you could afford indulging in.

So, you were stuck with the bothersome rumbling of plastic over concrete.

The hours of studying were finally getting to you. As the diligent student you were, you had been bottled up inside your room. Reading, memorizing and hammering into your brain your biology sessions, hating every single moment of the five hours in a row, in which you had been torturing yourself. The fog in your mind didn’t make it any easier to keep going. 

You were officially burned out. No other time like before your finals to reach your human limitations. But still, even if you were incredibly bothered by this fact, you tried to blankly read and re-read the now familiar pages of the book, making this your last, desperate attempt.

Regardless of your tries, you were slowly getting more irritated at your inability, after 20 minutes of useless staring at a filled notebook, letting your nerves get the better of you. The annoying hobby of the previously ignored boy, finally affecting you too negatively to restrain yourself. Blinded by your powerless state, you were even convinced he was doing it just to spite you and you were putting an end to at least one of your impediments.

While you took your time to angrily load with irritation each of your moments as you got up from your seat at your desk, you pondered that, maybe, you shouldn’t be letting your pent up anger out on the skater boy, but you were too tired and done for to take a moment to think things through.

Leaning your head out the window, and waiting for your vision to adjust to the sunlight, your target became distinguishable. The blonde, unaware of your eyes on him, still practicing his tricks.

“Hey, you! Could you stop for three minutes? People are trying to study here!”

The innocent boy looked up at you with big maltese eyes, startled at the unexpected voice coming from above his position. ‘Fantastic.’ Now you didn’t only feel miserable with yourself, but guilty at having called out the boy’s harmless doings. Perhaps this enmity was one sided after all.

“Sorry, am I making too much noise?” He shyly and politely asked you.

“Well… Yeah.” You honestly felt like a Karen, complaining to a manager over the incorrect order in a restaurant.

“Oh, sorry…, again. Y/N right?” His voice got smaller at your glare and his form shrunk at your tone, making you feel as if you were kicking a puppy. At this thought, you scoffed out loud, making the boy tilt his head naively. You really were the villain in this story, huh?

Coming back from your cloud, after self deprecating just a little more for the day, you nodded at his question, actually surprised at his knowledge of your name. 

Without a doubt the most beautiful guy in the world remembered your name, the name of the most basic and common girl to ever grace the earth. You sure felt kind of special at this. A silly thought and sentiment, but you had had enough pestering all day to not take the indirect compliment.

You really were regretting having ever complained to him. And even though you couldn't even blame the blonde anymore as hard as you tried, he continued explaining himself. 

“I figured you would stop studying at some point of the day.” His deep timbre conjured his sentence, with no malice or offensive intent.

Oh. Oh. So you were the stupid girl who was feeling remorse over your actions, and he was getting cocky? The anger that had slightly subsided, arose once again even stronger than before. At least that was how you were taking that incredibly blunt statement. The patience left in you taunted by it, made you want to go down to the alley and break that damned skate of his.

“Well Yeosang, I figured you would stop skating at some point of the day.” You’d give him back a taste of his own medicine. 

At that, the blonde shut up and stood still, just blankly staring at you. And even if you thought he had never looked as handsome before, not his visuals nor his damaged puppy face would make you forget how pissed you were at him right now. Tired of his silence, you decided to finish the job.

“Are you gonna’ stop or do I have to go down there and break that thing in half?” You bitterly made him snap out of it, using your head to gesture to the bored skate that he carried in his hand.

“Hey, h-hey, I’ll stop, don’t be like that.” He rushedly assured you.

“Thought so.”

With that, you retreated back into your room. Back to studying, to pretending not to be worn out from all the pressure, time and dedication you put into it.

At least, that was your plan. As soon as you tried to duck back indoors, you heard Yeosang’s angelic voice call you out (was every single thing about him just angelic and otherworldly?).

“Wait! Wait! Please.”

Annoyed out of your skin and huffing, you decided to indulge the skater just this time.

“What.” More than as a question, it came out as a statement, only adding to the furious rudeness.

“Why don’t you come down?” He timidly suggested.

“So you can make me lose more of my time? No, thank you.” Was your retort, sarcasm dripping from every word. He must be losing it if he thought he had a shot at convincing you.

“No.. It’s just- you can't spend all day cooped up inside. It isn’t healthy. Besides, I’m sure you’re burned out from all that hard work. A bit of fresh air and skating can do you no wrong.”

Taken aback from his honest and sincere worry, instead of answering back with a witty remark, you let yourself ease a bit into the conversation. You were getting tired from all the tension and anger that were in no way helping your headache. Maybe he did have a shot at convincing you. So you could only think that, maybe, he was more observant than the rest of his friends gave him credit for, and found his realization of your state admirable.

“You noticed.” Answering with a calmer voice, the frown that had adorned your face for the entirety of the word exchange, now gone. However, even at your more relaxed state, he still felt the need to be watchful and careful of his wording, cautious as to not let his previous mistakes repeat.

“Don’t take it the wrong way but, you’re usually so kind with me and my friends. Even if just from passing. It just didn’t seem like you were the one speaking right now.”

Perplexed at his statement, you allowed yourself to drift from the conversation to your own head, leaving the boy hanging. 

He… noticed you? Not only that, but he thought you were kind? You couldn’t believe what he was saying. He was the kind one. One of the kindest souls you had encountered. He was the one dealing with a pissed-off neighbor incredibly politely and with the grace of a swan. You were the one who should be praising him and awarding his kindness. 

Yeosang was like a sun, always making sure his friends shined as much as him and no one felt out of place or kept out of the loop. You were not stalking him or anything of the sort, but everyone who knew just a bit about Yeosang, was aware of how far he’d go to make sure his friends and close ones felt appreciated. He was the definition of kindness. So much so, that just with that comment he had managed to lift your spirits quicker than you could’ve ever imagined. Just like the work of magic. 

Remembering you were still in a conversation with the boy in question -who, at your unresponsiveness had begun fiddling with the ends of his board-, you answered his previous question. 

“Okay.”

“O-okay?”

“You notice me being worn out from class, but you can’t tell what I’m talking about? You still are as oblivious as always, Sangie.” Maybe you were being too cruel on the poor clueless boy. Maybe you were taking too many liberties and speaking too casually to the one you only shared the same classroom and apartment block with. Maybe. But you were feeling happier thanks to him, and maybe you were in to have a little fun, after looking at your biology book for about 3 hours straight with a blank mind and no results.

After having decided for the more enjoyable choice, you retreated back into your bedroom. You closed the damned book with a slam, turned off your heated up monitor and without even grabbing your keys, you sprinted down the stairs of your apartment and hopped over the side of the road Yeosang was calmly waiting for you.

“So, what do you suggest?” You expectantly blinked at his form.

Abruptly and out of nowhere, he began chuckling adorably at your sudden enthusiasm and outburst of energy. At this, you couldn’t contain your own smile, not that you were trying to. It was amazing how fast he had been able to lift your mood. Partly to how honest and good-natured his words had been, as insignificant they could seem to any other, they weren't to you. And partly to you taking a moment  to assess how childish and simple-minded your previous attitude at the boy had been.

When he finally took a breath after his fit of adorable chuckles -which made his smile smaller and all the cuter-, he let out his thoughts and the reason as to why he had felt the sudden humor. “You’re eager.”

“Yes! Now teach me how to skate!” Even if your crankiness was gone, your mindset was difficult to get rid of. The stubbornness of getting things right when you dedicate yourself to them and the ‘don’t lose your time’ attitude you always wore on your sleeve, were also present now, when your current fixation was learning how to skate with Yeosang’s guidance.

The sun was setting, but now seemed like the perfect instance to try and successfully ride without scraping your knees. You felt confident, after all, how difficult could rolling on top of a skate be? Maybe after you got the hang of maneuvering around with it, you would even go and try some simple tricks.

Although you felt hesitant at first, since you believed to be skillful enough to manage without it, Yeosang convinced you to let him show you a bit of the theory involving skating. How to position your knees, where to stand on the board, how to turn and push yourself easier…, the basics.

Thanks to Yeosang, you learned all the theory needed (Not much, thanks to god, otherwise you would’ve already passed out from all the ‘studying’.)

“Okay, now you ride it.” Without hesitation, you jumped on the board, avoiding Yeosang’s helping hands to get on top of it. You felt optimistic enough to slide across the street without the boy’s help. It could not be that difficult. 

That’s what you thought at first.

Going on a straight line was the easy part. You forwarded your body with the help of your foot, managing to beeline towards your initial destination for the most part.

When the moment to turn arrived, is when things started to go south. Not only were you unable to properly direct the board to take on the curve, but the momentum of the previous linear movement wasn’t helping either.

The stiffness of the board threw you off balance and made you lose your footing. Before you could even realize what was happening, you were barreling towards the floor.

From your position, facing the other side of the street, you couldn’t see Yeosang, but you heard his gasp as you fell. 

Planting your hands in the ground, you stupidly fell over them, your knees also taking the impact and scraping themselves in the process.

“Y/N!” Yeosang shouted for you, running to your aid.

“Ow…oww…” You whined at the painful scratches. Yeosang skidded across the pavement, not caring about damaging his pants or his own knees. 

“Are you okay?!” He worriedly questioned your state, kneeling to your level. 

“Yeah, yes- I just hurt myself a little. I’m okay.” Brushing off the dust and dirt from your knees, you reassured him you were fine, just a minor wound. Regardless, he took out of his back pocket a box of Peppa Pig bandaids, selecting a few of his liking. Incredulous, you stared at him.

“Are those for me?”

“Yeah, we can’t let it get infected. Who do you prefer, George Pig or Pedro Pony?” Not believing your eyes, this time you were the one to start chuckling. He could be so childish and so mature at the same time. Yeosang was truly a wild ride. But, obviously, you had an evident answer to his question.

“Pedro Pony, of course. He's my hero.” At your confident answer, Yeosang did not hesitate another second and proceeded to take his water bottle -that had been waiting by a corner on the alley-, pouring a good amount of the liquid over your wounds and patting down the excess with a tissue. The Pedro Pony bandaids coming next. After securing them on your skin, he got up and lent you a hand to help you off the ground.

“Thank you. I really thought I got it.” You sheepishly broke the comfortable silence.

“Don’t worry, it happens to everyone. But, I have an idea. Do you trust me?” He looked at you through his lashes, standing just a few centimeters away from you.

For a moment, you pondered. This was the longest amount of time you had talked to him ever before. Sure, you did kind of fancy the boy, but maybe you could take the opportunity to tease him a little. Either way, he had made you feel incredibly comfortable in record time, giving you the opportunity to run away from your duties just when you most needed it. You could honestly say, you trusted him to teach you skating, and a bit more than just that.

“Sure.” When your answer came out as positive, he smiled brightly. Almost blindingly. Possibly the most beautiful smile you had ever witnessed had been his in that exact moment.

The blonde signaled you to hop on the skateboard again, just a little bit over the front. Maybe you should have expected it when he directed you to settle that way, but it came as a surprise when Yeosang climbed on behind you. He began circling his arms around your hip, but the kind male, gently asked for consent before completely embracing you. 

“Can I?”

“Yeah.” Due to your proximity, both your answers came as a mere whisper, only audible for each other. His arms finally settled around your form, instantly warming you, from the electric touch of his fingertips near your belly, to the top of your shoulders, where he leaned his chin to be able to see. Your ears became a vibrant red without you even realizing. 

The boy began pushing you both forward, starting slow, taking the turns you had not been able to before. But when you both had settled into a comfortable position and tempo, he thought he could speed things up.

A bit more harshly, provoking a small rattle on the surface of the skate, he pushed you both with his foot, planting it strongly on the ground. The pace began increasing, the wind making your hair wild, slipping through your locks and caressing your face. The freedom you had been yearning for just minutes before, was now finally yours to enjoy and savor.

“Woohoo!” You couldn’t help yourself. You really needed this and you were going to make the most out of it. Letting out a freeing laugh from the pits of your chest, Yeosang joined you in your joy. Unbeknownst to you, he was immensely euphoric to have been the one to free you from your shackles, taking the glee trapped inside you, letting it resurface.

Even hours after the sun had settled behind the horizon, you two still skated, laughed and talked about everything and anything, building a moment that you both would treasure and hold dear next to your heart. 

Sadly, you had to come down from your cloud at some point, returning to reality. And you could stress no more the liberating hours.

“Yeosang. Thank you so much for this. All of it.” You snapped the boy out of his daydream, the same one you had been engrossed in just moments ago. He slightly raised his left eyebrow at your remark, curious as to what you meant. And smiling due to his antics, you decided against answering his silent question.

“You have nothing to thank me for, everyone needs this from time to time. I am glad I was the one to help you.” When he finally understood the meaning behind your words, he sincerely retorted. But he deduced this was your way of telling, the moment was coming to an end.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He tried to elongate the moment as much as possible, feeling the same way as you did about your parting.

“Yeosang. We live right here. Like, two meters away from this alley. I think I’ll do just fine. But, thank you again, either way.” Smiling at him, you begrudgingly rose from your sitting spot. And waving at him, you made your exit around the corner. “See you around, S8er boi!” You shouted over the other side of the street, unable to see Yeosang’s reaction at that point.

If you had already admitted to yourself that you had a crush on the boy before, you now had confirmed it was much more than that. And perhaps, if someone were to ask about your opinion on him, this time, you would consider telling them Avril Lavigne could try to take away from you this skater boy, but never succeed. 

With this thought in mind and a new perspective of Yeosang in your heart, you were ready to take on more of your studying. But, mayhaps, the universe was against you studying at all today. Your apartment keys missing from your pocket -forgotten on your desk at the prospect of skating with your crush- and a blossoming smile on your lips -ecstatic at the thought of spending more time with the boy of your dreams-.

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All about you

I honestly don’t know what to call this, I just wanted to write little blurbs based off the seasons greeting themes.

Ateez x Gn reader

Also HAPPY ATINY DAY🤧 (a day late)

genre: fluff

w: mentions of food (yeosang), mentions of weed/smoking (wooyoung)

Catch!Seonghwa

Seonghwa had always been THAT boy. He was good looking and sociable, the boy always seemed to be surrounded by a large group of friends. He had outstanding grades and good relations with his professors. He had a reputation to uphold, there was always a rumor going around about him and some other girl. That wasn’t the Seonghwa you knew, not the one you came home to everyday. Not your Seonghwa. You knew him differently, the Seonghwa that collected lego figurines, the Seonghwa that called his mom once a week, the Seonghwa that likes to wear dorky matching pajamas to sleep, and use face masks together. While yes Seonghwa was a catch, only you had managed to capture his heart and he planned to keep it that way for awhile.

Nerd!Hongjoong

Hongjoong had sworn to the gods to make sure he had a good partner for the final project and he felt utterly dejected when the two of you were paired together. Sure you were nice and probably one of the most attractive people he had ever seen but you seemed a little airy. Your head always focused on other thoughts it seemed. He had to try and put you back on track multiple times. Though as weeks went on he soon understood you. You always had such creative ideas, ways to make your project stand out from others. You had expressed wanting to do more than just a plain powerpoint. You weren’t dumb, you were actually incredibly smart. While yes biology was super boring in your eyes you knew a ton about it, even more than Hongjoong himself. Overtime Hongjoong had grown incredibly fond of you and your crazy brain, and he only hoped you felt them same. Though from the looks you gave him, he could probably guess pretty well.

Skater boy!Yunho

You were Yunho’s new neighbor. You seemed quite shy and didn’t seem to leave your apartment much, but Yunho was smitten. In the times you had talked he could never get a grip on your mind for long. He didn’t know your hobbies, likes, or food preferences, until recently. Yunho liked to skate at night the most, the streets were empty and the summer air cooled his skin. That’s when he would watch for you. You almost always had your curtains pulled back and Yunho could gaze into your window to see what you were really like. You liked to dance around your room, you had a large never ending stack of books, and a cat that liked to sit in the window. Yunho fell in love with this you, the real you. Though you may not show it to him for a long time he still got a glimpse and it made his chest flutter.

Part Timer!Yeosang

Yeosang knew your face but never your name. You came into his store late in the evening probably once a week. Sometimes with friends sometimes alone, but you always made sure to get some strawberry ice cream. He assumed it was your favorite. You always smiled so warmly at him, thanking him, even though he was just doing his job. You never failed to tell him to have a good night and to get home safe. It made his chest warm, the way you put so much care into your words even though he was a stranger. Tonight when you came in, Yeosang noticed you were alone. You waved towards him and made your way to the back coolers. Within a couple minutes you came up to his register, placing a tub strawberry ice cream on the counter along with two candy bars. He checked you out and you paid, walking away from the counter when Yeosang had realized you had left one of the candy bars.

“Hey, you forgot this!” He called out, watching you perk up at his words.

“Keep it!” Then you left.

Gamer boy!San

San tended to not pay attention to the time when playing games, you often woke up in bed alone at 2 in the morning due to this. This had happened again tonight, waking up to cold sheets. You got out of bed, swaying slightly due to tiredness as you made your way into the next room. San was sat at his desk, a pair of cat ear headphones rested on his head, they were a gift from you for his birthday. You had expected San to be playing league or something of the sort but you were surprised to see the Sims on his screen. You walked over to him wrapping your arms around his neck from behind, making him jump in surprise.

“Can you please come to bed? It’s late Sannie.” You pouted down at him. He looked up, smiling softly at your tired features.

“Yeah sorry baby, I got distracted making us in the game. See, that’s you, me, and byeol. I even made our apartment!”

Quarterback!Mingi

You had always liked to watch Mingi play, there was something so captivating about him, even though you never really cared about the sport before meeting him. Mingi loved when you came to his games. He loved being able to share a passion of his with you. Letting you into his world was a privilege you got to experience. Tonight was no exception. You were seated in the stands, right next to his parents, bundled up in a big coat to keep warm. His coat actually. Mingi’s favorite part about you coming to his games happened after the team had won. He got to see you yelling his name, jumping up and down with excitement, and the largest smile on your face. You truly were his good luck charm.

Cool kid!Wooyoung

You wouldn’t consider Wooyoung a friend. An acquaintance was probably more accurate. You had mutual friends sure but the two of you didn’t talk much outside of school. Wooyoung used to sneak up to the roof, trying to skip his classes and up there he found you. You went up there to smoke and clear your head. Wooyoung started to join you every 6th period. You two would sit, listen to music, talk about your struggles, and get high. Your conversations tended to get a bit deep, though neither of you realized. You didn’t realize that Wooyoung knew your entire life story, he knew the details about the fights you had with your shitty boyfriend. He knew how much you loved your dog, and how much your younger brother meant to you. So maybe you didn’t consider Wooyoung a friend just yet, but he definitely considered you one.

Best friend!Jongho

Jongho wasn’t sure when he started seeing you as more than a friend. Maybe it was when you showed up to his singing performance with a big sign to show your support, or maybe it was when you guys went to the zoo and took hundreds of pictures. But if he was to guess it was when you came over to his house for his moms birthday. Not for him but for his mom. He never wanted for his feelings to develop like this, it happened out of his control. One day you were his annoying best friend and the next you were the most attractive person he’s ever seen. Jongho kept his feeling to himself for months, not wanting to change the dynamic you had but as soon as you mentioned how that one guy from math class had asked you to dinner he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer.

“Please don’t go out with him, go with me instead, but not as a friend as a date.”

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