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jennibeultimate · 2 years

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Personal recap Olympics 2022 - Men SP

Now that I collected myself a bit I think I'll be able to write a personal recap. I am not unbiased, I have my obvious favorites and you don't need to agree with me like at all. Also beware it is long, so actually anyone reading this deserves a virtual cookie 🥠!

Let's start with the positive things...the overall quality of the SP was extremely high. We have seen many clean skates. I think many skaters brought out there best.

Shoma my love you did so well! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is a gorgeous program - like Zhenya Medvedeva said "he is the embodiment of music" and the costume is just soooo good. If one should win that damn fckd up ISU award it should be this costume. I am incredibly proud of the journey he has taken to come here again. It wasn't easy, but I was with you through it all even at IdF live, so let me bow to you no matter what happens in the free you go down a fighter. Mistake? What mistake 😅 No joke aside the mistake was costly, but ofc it could have been deducted more. His 105.90 score is incredibly good for a mistake on the combo, otherwise I am sure he would have placed before Yuma. Why was his SP score just as high as the Team Event one? Because this time he got all the levels to be 4. He was seen drilling his spins just as the last skater on ice in the morning practice it did pay off. His reactions were damn cute, he was obviously surprised to receive a new personal best. Here is that reaction 🥰🥰🥰

The other skater I truly enjoyed today was Junhwan Cha. This program is made for him. So happy for his personal best. One of my favorite short programs this season. ❤️

I was also extremely happy for Keegan Messing. After his journey with covid and not being sure if you are able to compete, with little practice and he delivered like nothing happened. Admirable! I love his unusual style full of emotions but at the same time so raw and pure! He is definitely not elegant, but very charming. 😊

The French 🇫🇷 guys were also a personal highlight of mine! Kevin Aymoz with such a cool Prince SP so full of character. He should be among the ppl receiving 10s for performance, sadly he was restricted due to his group being early. Adam Siao Him Fa made an error with the fall, still his Star Wars program is so iconic and the lightsaber sound step sequence is 🔥 🔥 🔥 He is definitely one to watch out for the future.

Matteo Rizzo also had a beautiful clean SP. The program just represents Matteo Rizzo. Soft, elegant.

Though not perfect Boyang Jin still was good compared to his usual self. The 4Lz3T was huge! 🔥🔥 🔥 It's sad he isn't in the condition to fight for medals anymore but I just hope he has an amazing free in front of his homecrowd.

I also think this time I enoyed Yuma Kagiyama 's program a lot more than during the season. His jump elements are super smooth. He is definitely one to be able to compete for the future titles. I think the 2nd place is ok considering he was clean and Shoma wasn't, but still I don't think he has to pushed in PCS to such heights. He just isn't there performance wise. On TV it's more diguisable, but let's say he lacks the star presence on the ice. At least he was smiling more during his programs and he is 18 years old and the scoring isn't his fault. So well done Yuma! 👏👏👏👏 I am curious if he can really have an equally good free as in the team event. Most of the season he had one good segment and one bad, but I actually think the free is his strong point. If he can reproduce that a medal should be granted.

Nathan Chen...what can I say about Nathan? His BV is huge, it easily puts him ahead of the field. But is this SP really 113 points worth??? Absolutely not. I like the concept of the SP ok, but it's boring. We all know that PCS aren't rightly awarded at all (I mean 5 skaters scoring around 47 PCS is ridiculous) but c'mon he already has the TES why do you need to make Nathan look like he can do no wrong. He doesn't have a kneebend, his basic skating is rather scratchy. If transitions etc apparently don't matter then at least look at the basic skating. I knew after the Team event that a clean Nathan skate would give him a new WR, because that's the trajectory of his scores and Olympics love their records for clout. The scoring isn't his fault and he mentioned again how he sees Yuzu as the greatest skater, but the scoring doesn't make me enjoy him like at all. The guy isn't bad, he even deserves to win. (I am not delusional to say Yuzu deserves 1st place with mistakes and Nathan does none and still shouldn't win, that's not how it works, the overall impression does matter. It also would be hard to explain for casual viewers and let's be real most judges score like casual viewers with little knowledge. That's what the sport has become. Is it good? No, but it's not Nathan's fault, that saga started long ago.) It's just fans would believe more in scoring if some of the scoring wasn't so blatantly over the top for some.

Morisi Kvitelashvili - uhm...no comment...this clownery is not even worth talking about...you can't even tell his jumps apart...I like the song he used that's all nice I can say

Jason Brown....well...even if I might soon have an aggressiv anon calling me a hater again...I don't understand Jason's scores. I know so many love this program but I don't and that's ok you don't have to like programs to like the skater and I do like Jason's style of skating, he can sell a program...but hello 97 with triples? Just no way. His 3A is not good and is also rather staged, yet he got more than 2 GOEs just 0,5 apart from Yuzu's GOEs jumped from a counter??? You kidding me? And well I can't help it but I know ppl love to say but he deserves highest PCS but honestly most skaters would have more time for their program and transitions if they would jump triples. I know PCS should have nothing to do with jumps, but how come everyone else's PCS is related to their high TES and then their is Jason and rules suddenly apply???? And sorry frankly if he wouldn't be American he wouldn't receive those scores...I do love his positivity as a person and I love the story of him returning to the Olympics, but I just can't really enjoy him either I can't help it.

Yuzu broke my heart 💔💔💔💔

I think I cannot really say much more. I don't think his score was unfair, but I do think in relation to Jason and especially Morisi or Semenenko it's not right. He shouldn't be 8th place. And he should still be in last group. Apart from the 1S he was superb like always. I love love love this step sequence! ❤️ The mistake can't be helped and it's unfortunate it happened to Yuzu. 😭😭😭😭 I am so sad for him. Apparently I cannot have both Shoma and Yuzu good since 2018 😭😭😭😭Yuzu was extremely unlucky today. With the starting number and the scoring of the last group, getting stuck in the hole, most skater having a really good day when he has the worst mistake also is unlucky...the odds weren't in his favor. 😢 Now Yuzu it's time for a miracle! The battle gotten harder but he won't go down without a fight! I believe in you. ❤️

(Just some sidenote to some ppl saying there shouldn't have been such a hole in the ice. Yes it's unfortunate the hole was so massive, but there wasn't ice resurfacing after Yuzu, so everyone after him who didn't do the mistake had the same conditions of the ice and also skated with that hole. It's sad that it happened but in this case there is no conspiracy against Yuzu.)

Some more heartbreaks to notice:

I grieve the uncles today. To be at your 4th games and then having a lackluster is a sad Olympic end to two good careers. 😥 Michal Brezina and Alexei Bychenko haven't announced their retirement yet, but I doubt they will do another 4 years, they would be 35 and 38 years old, that's not gonna happen.

Andrei Mozalev - out of the Russian pack I like him the best. He is special in a way. He ofc has much to improve in presence etc but his basic skating is good, he has a unique style about him that I like. I can't even pinpoint why but I have a soft spot for Andrei. It was such a bad skate. 😢

Last but not least Roman Sadovsky. Just even more heartbroken for Roman than for Yuzu. 3 chances 3 bad skates. Oh boy. I am soooooo sorry. 💔💔💔💔💔 And I really blame this on Skate Canada. They never let him experience big stages. Also the burden for Team Event was too heavy. To see him receive hate is really what upset me.

Press con had some nice moments, here have a happy picture!

Thank y'all for reading! I hope everyone can have a satisfying skate!

#figure skating #personal recap #yeah sorry it's long #yuzuru hanyu #shoma uno #nathan chen #beijing 2022

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sugar-petals · 3 years

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Caro would you rank figure skater's butts like you know... in a 'Caro way'?

it’s gonna be another thread. but be careful what you ask for: this is a sport that trains the glutes and thighs like mad. even the skinniest guys walk around like a coke bottle. do you survive a preview?

(^ the reigning king mr. yuzuru hanyu, i’ll talk to you about this infamous booty man in a minute)

PLUS it’s like in formula 1: by virtue of physical laws, the best are all between 5′2 - 5′8. which means visual proportions are in their favor. so brace yourselves.

PS - i rate from 1-10. i also include a frontal picture so you see the skaters properly, this thread has some pretty intense contortions and behind views as you’d expect 😂 and we also gotta enjoy how good-looking they are.☝️

let’s start with a guy who does the heavy duty jumps so you can see how figure skating shapes someone.

^nathan chen - very underrated yale student booty, come on this is literally america’s ass! nate is pretty amazingly built in general, i wanna hear more people talking about it. when gravity is mean to his handsome face because he’s spiralling into outer space again, the chebooty steps right in for him. yes wow, it’s so big and photogenic. the waist when it twists, spectacular. 10/10

^shoma uno - the cute pup seems to be popular on my blog. you guys like him? legit. very smol guy, very curvy, very dynamic skater who comes to life on the ice. and no, this sparkly fella is not a pre-schooler. his coach and the whole figure skating world will disagree with that but shooms is 23! his thickness is legendary and has everyone around the world shook. the s-line is pretty incredible. what can i say. 10/10

^javier fernandez - retired matador, but left a legacy for sure. still a big deal after being a commentator on the world championships and everyone loves the guy so i include him. superjavi is taller and slimmer and you’re probably looking at his costumes instead (this guy did everythig in the book, halloween skills 10/10). regardless, he has a nice side profile and it looks great in motion! the angle in the picture above, chef’s kiss. 7.5/10

deniss vasilijevs - ah, everyone’s tall smart blonde latvian crush. has grown his hair into a ponytail recently so extra points. everyone who trains with stephane lambiel (pictured above) seems to be really thick hence shoma looks like that as well. deniss, not much to say, it catches your eye what’s not to like! solid. he skated a tango recently so man, he got it all. 9/10

boyang jin - he’s hilarious, i love him. like nathan: underrated big posterior! he likes eating all kinds of cakes at figure skating gala dinners and said fact grew a cake on him therefore, jin magic! he also channelled major peter parker booty vibes in his spiderman costume as well. give my favorite geek some more credit everyone, jin looks great! 10/10

jason brown - US figure skating’s number one cutest sunshine. jason lights up the world with his positivity and great body, fantastic jabooty! i mean, look at that picture man. 8/10

keiji tanaka - OOF! a skating veteran with an amazing shape. the pictures speak for themselves again. the waist, the thighs! handsome keiji is a beast. friends, i don’t have to say more. 10/10

keegan messing - a favorite canadian with SUPER emotional skating that always has a personal theme. and you can tell from a mile away that keegs is thick as hell. he wears tight clothing and is mega flexible, jesus. he recently married and i wanna congratulate his wife lane — seen above, i haven’t seen a brighter smile on a bride — on her wonderful short king. 10/10

mikhail kolyada - another underdiscussed skater who’s pretty damn good and puts on a sizzling show! mike is a perfect blend of adorable and handsome. you won’t believe it, he’s 26. well-endowed with a backside, mother russia got something to offer. the kolbooty — it’s just right. look how proportionate and that curve. 8/10

junhwan cha - the utter pride of south korea and an ever-improving amazing talent, junhwan is tall, slim, and gorgeous. to reiterate how his coach (brian orser) has summarized it at worlds yesterday: “beautiful!!” you can’t expect an elf-like 180cm giant who models for VOGUE to have a huge ass. it just wouldn’t fit into the whole elegant impression. i’ll give a low score but know that junhwan is perfect. 3/10

daisuke takahashi - a living legend that HAS to be included, the oldest on the list! dai is 35 and has to be mentioned here since he returned to figure skating! he got back so. (10/10)

yuzuru hanyu - the preview guy! yeah: whew, he vibes different. collect your jaws, everybody. the best figure skater out there obviously has a breathtaking silhouette and the juiciest royal buns. which do pretty crazy things in his routines and when they’re clad in his many fancy pants causing twitter to collapse. mind he often wears padding because his jumps are dangerous af so yuzu will gently fall. but still, everyone in the fandom knows that the yubooty is shapely and way too smacktastic to ignore.

yuzu knows, too, his ass is seemingly in every camera and he bends himself over like nobody’s business. imo, and all his colleagues are saying that, the waist kind of steals the show even more. his torso is entirely flat so his hips stand out even more. ugh, nice thighs, too. full package (literally, no wonder he’s so confident), as always he goes the extra mile. 113/10! (112 is his short program high score and he always breaks the record so i award 113)

...hard to believe yuzu is such a smol cutie pie. 😌🌻

#figure skating #worlds 2021 #stockholm 2021 #world figure skating championships #yuzuru hanyu #shoma uno #nathan chen #daisuke takahashi #keiji tanaka #deniss vasiljevs #mikhail kolyada #junhwan cha #keegan messing #jason brown #javier fernandez #boyang jin #thread #long post #figure skating thread

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ais-for-alex · 3 years

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The Scars of Our Past: Ch3

Alrighty guys here is chapter 3 of Figure Skater Au

By the time Leo stumbled into his motel room, it felt like the bitter cold air had seeped into his very bones. The moment he passed the threshold, he let his skate bag slip from his shoulder and hit the floor with a thud. He then proceeded to fall face-first onto the bed, too exhausted to even change into a pair of sweats. His body ached from the cold and the brutal intensity of his first solo practice in Gryffindor.

Leo had been in the city for nearly a week, most of his days had been spent in group sessions where he met the other skaters also working under Madam Maxine. Today had been the first time he had worked one on one with her, honestly, it was the first time he had worked one on one with a figure skating coach at all.

Back in New Orleans, after the-

Well just after, Leo couldn’t bring himself to gear up and get back in the net but he also couldn’t bring himself to abandon the one place that soothed the hurt inside him. So instead, he stepped out onto the ice in a pair of figure skates, he damn near broke his ass the first time he tripped on the toe pick. From that day though Leo worked, he worked so hard to learn the ins and outs of the figure skating world; he worked until he could execute each jump, each spin perfectly. And so what if he was working to avoid the memories?

Leo entered his first contest as a bit of a joke, the owner of his local rink had told him to do it, so he did. Who was to think that he would actually win? And standing there in the center of the rink with people tossing flowers on the ice for him, Leo was hooked. From that point on Leo continued working, and while it still helped to block out the memories of- of that, this time he was working towards something. He spent countless hours in the rink, in dance studios, and researching a coach that would take him on. That’s how he found himself here in Gryffindor, laying face first on a musty motel bed.

Leo groaned at the soreness in his body; if this is how he felt after just his first week here, he was a bit scared to think about what the future would hold.

The only highlight of his day had been meeting them; Finn and Logan. The image of their faces seemed to have been etched under his eyelids because no matter what he did he couldn’t seem to push them away. Leo sighed and rolled onto his back, he reached down to fish his phone from his pocket and opened the search. Logan had mentioned they had been there for practice, Leo knew for a fact that they weren’t figure skaters, so that really only left one other option.

Leo’s fingers hesitated for just a moment before typing Gryffindor Lions Finn and Logan into his phone. Almost instantly, information popped up, press photos of them in their game day suits, gifs of them slamming each other into the boards after a goal. Scrolling down just a bit he clicked open the wiki article.

Finn O’Hara, age 23, was born and raised in New York and was drafted to the Gryffindor Lions in 2017. O’Hara graduated from Harvard University with a degree in English Language Arts and Creative Writing. He gained prestige playing on the Harvard Collegiate hockey team, during the duration of his time at the school. O’Hara, number 17, currently plays right wing…

The article continued into Finn’s stats, Leo scrolled down farther and clicked on Logan’s name highlighted in blue.

Logan Tremblay age 22 joined the Gryffindor Lions the following year in 2018, seeming content to continue his career alongside long-time friend and teammate Finn O’Hara. Tremblay left his hometown of Rimouski, Quebec, Canada to attend Harvard University. Upon graduating with a Business degree, Tremblay joined the NHL. Number 10, also playing right wing…

Leo clicked out of the Wiki and opened Instagram, it didn’t take long before he was scrolling through countless pictures and videos of them, and gods were they gorgeous. The way Finn handled a puck, the strength behind Logan’s slap shot. Leo’s breath hitched each time he found a picture of them shirtless his eyes roving over the strength of their muscles.

What are you even doing to yourself? Leo thought, his thumb pausing its scroll on a picture of Logan in the locker room, half-dressed and a stick between his legs taping the blade.

You told yourself never again. Have you forgotten already? That thought sent a painful stab through Leo’s heart; he threw his phone into the corner of the room disgusted with himself that he dared to even entertain the idea that he was attracted to these men.

I’ll never forget, never. Leo’s eyes drifted up to the tacky popcorn ceiling of his motel room, he stared there trying to ignore the painful throbbing in his heart as hot tears leaked from the corner of his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how long he laid there; sniffling softly as wave after wave of hurt washed over him but eventually, Leo’s burning eyes slipped closed as he drifted into a restless sleep.

***

Leo startled awake to the sharp blaring sound of his alarm, he reached over to the nightstand to turn off the obnoxious sound only to realize his phone wasn’t there. Groaning, he vaguely remembered tossing it into the corner last night, Leo crawled out of bed cringing slightly at the uncomfortable feeling of the street clothes he slept in. Finally turning off the alarm, Leo thanked whatever miracle it was that his phone hadn’t died in the night.

Groaning again Leo made his way into the bathroom only to flinch at the sight of his red puffy face reflected back at him. He splashed himself with icy water until satisfied the redness was from the cold rather than his dried tear tracks.

Gods, you’re pathetic, he thought to himself as he brushed his teeth. Just stick to the plan. You’ve got this Knut. With a sigh, Leo made quick work of gathering his things to head to his morning ballet class, body still sore from practice the day before.

Leo slipped into the dance studio quietly and switched into his soft leather flats before claiming the far corner to begin stretching. This was always one of his favorite parts, the smooth methodical way he is able to loosen his body, the slight burn in his tired muscle as they began to warm, the grounding sensation of just moving in such purposeful ways. He found it soothing.

“Leo!” a posh male voice called out from the door of the studio, making Leo cringe just a bit and lean deeper into his stretch. The man quickly strode over to him and dropped to the floor to begin his own warm-up as he began chatting, “Did you see that triple axel I landed flawlessly in practice the other day?” he asked flipping his silky blond hair out of his face and shooting him a blindingly white smile.

Leo repressed a snort. If by flawless, he meant nearly fell on his ass then yes Leo had seen it. Instead, he opted to ignore the question entirely, “Good morning, Gilderoy.”

“You know if you want, I could teach you,” Gilderoy continued, “I know you haven’t been skating as long as most of us, so I wouldn’t mind doing a bit of extra practice with you.” Leo bit back the urge to say he had been skating his whole life.

“That’s ok Gil, I’m more of a solo practice kinda guy,” Leo replied instead, rolling his eyes when the other man wasn’t looking, then slid down into a full split. Leo breathed in deeply and leaned forward until his entire upper body was pressed flat to his front leg. He held it for a moment then slowly pulled his body upwards until he was bent backward over his back leg, his arms extended into the stretch.

“Leo, love, you don’t need to be self-conscious around me,” Gilderoy said in what Leo could only assume was meant to be a comforting voice, “I know it might be intimidating to learn from a World Championship finalist but I just want to help you.”

Leo bit his cheek in an attempt not to giggle at that statement, he had seen last year’s World Championship. The only reason Gilderoy had even made it on the podium was due to several skaters having to drop from the contest last minute due to injuries, and even then he only got bronze.

“Stop harassing him Gil,” another voice said just before Gilderoy let out an indignant squawk. Leo glanced up to see a tall redhead ruffling Gilderoy’s previously perfectly quaffed hair.

“Morning Leo,” he said with a wink.

“Morning Fab,” Leo grinned as he fought to keep down the image of a different redhead that wanted to take control of his thoughts. Though as he watched Fabian begin moving through his warm-ups he couldn't help but notice how very different they were. Whereas Fabian had the tall lean structure of a dancer, Finn was bulkier, his muscular build tapering down into a trim waist. Fabian’s hair burned a bright ginger with the sides shaved down short into an undercut; Finns auburn hair had looked so soft and fluffy, Leo wished he could have run his hands through it. And that right there was the biggest difference, Fabian was a friend, another skater under the guidance of his coach, but Finn… Finn made Leo’s stomach flip just to think about.

Jesus, you don’t even know the man, get your shit together. Leo’s thoughts were soon pulled away from redheads when Madam Maxine swept into the room to begin their practice.

Later, panting and sweaty from performing combination after combination, Leo switched back into his street shoes and was gathering his things when he heard his name.

“Leo!” Fabian called before plopping down next to him to change his own shoes, “Hey, so Benji and I are going to the Lions home game tomorrow, and we have a couple extra tickets if you wanna come?”

Leo looked up and blinked a bit thrown off by the offer, he hadn’t watched hockey in years. Not since… well not since it happened.

“Oh, um… I shouldn’t,” Leo stuttered out, trying to think up an excuse to decline the invitation.

“What! Why not? My brother and a couple other friends are coming too, it’ll be fun. Give you a reason to get out of your motel room that isn’t just practice.”

“That’s just it, I really should practice more. I don’t have the time to take the night off, I mean I haven’t been performing for nearly as long as y’all. I have a lot of ground to make up here.”

“Leo, babycheeks,” Fabian said dramatically, then casually wrapping his arm around Leo’s shoulders, “I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this before or if you are just being willfully oblivious, but you skate better than about 90% of the people here and probably about 80% of the people in the industry. Are there some things you need to work on? Sure, but that goes for literally everyone. Your lack of performing experience is not a lack of talent or skill. So with that being said come out with us, enjoy the game, make some friends, practice will always be here when you get back.”

“That’s sweet of you to say Fab, but…”

“Nope! No buts! We are kidnapping you from your room, taking you to the game and you are going to have a great time. Then you will be all ‘Oh Fabian! Thank you so much for helping me get a social life! Oh! How ever can I repay you!’” Fabian said dramatically imitating Leo with a ridiculously over the top southern accent, “Then I will be like ‘it was my pleasure, but I would accept your undying gratitude if you teach me that glorious step sequence you did in practice the other day.’”

At this point, Leo’s eye roll got lost in his laughter as he pulled his bag onto his shoulder.

“Besides, if for no other reason, you can just spend the evening ogling hockey players.”

At that Leo’s mind flashed back to a pair of sparkling emerald eyes staring into him and soft curls fluffing out under a snapback, reluctantly he sighed and accepted he probably wasn’t getting out of this, “Alright fine, but you’re buying me a beer.”

“I think I can swing that,” Fabian said with a laugh, “and yes, you can come too Gil.”

Gilderoy had been lingering during their conversation just close enough to listen and make himself noticeable, at the sound of his name he instantly perked up, “Oh, that’s so flattering of you to invite me,” he said as if he hadn’t been fishing for an invitation, “Of course I’ll have to call and cancel a couple of plans though, with such short notice you know.”

Fabian simply rolled his eyes, very much used to Gilderoys dramatics, “You do that, and Leo, I’ll text you what time we’ll pick you up.”

“Sounds good, I’ll see ya then,” Leo said with a slight wave before he slipped out of the ballet studio and back out into the cold.

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jaskierswolf · 3 years

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Born to Make History Pt. 1/3

Summary: Jaskier is preparing for his first Grand Prix Final. He's skating to On Love: Eros and his routine tells the story of the seductress that woos a certain silver haired hockey player. The only problem is Jaskier can barely stay on his feet whenever Geralt is in the room.

An Ice Skating AU (With Yuri on Ice references but you don’t need to have seen it)

Geraskier - AO3 __________

Jaskier cursed as he felt the edge of his skate catch the ice. He landed ceremoniously on his arse. The take off into the quad salchow had been perfect. He’d gotten enough speed and height as he hugged his arms to his chest as he span in the air. He’d spread his arms wide for the landing but his fucking skate had hit the ice wrong.

“Shit!” He groaned as he went flying across the ice on his butt. “Fucking, cock, balls!”

The grand prix final was flying towards them at breakneck speed and he was beginning to flail. No one had expected him to qualify this year. It was his fifth year in the senior division and whilst he’d done well in regionals and nationals, he was still trying to break into the international league, and this was apparently his year.

“Julian!” Yennefer snapped as she skated over to him. “What the fuck was that? You can land a Salchow in your sleep!”

Yennefer Vengerberg. The bane of his life, otherwise known as his coach and choreographer. She’d also hooked him up with a ballet teacher, Triss Merigold, and he had never been so elegant on the ice. She was still the bane of his life. She was an incredible teacher and was in her prime the best female skater in the world. She’d retired from competing three years ago following an accident on the ice that had injured her spine. She was no longer allowed to make the jumps but her skating and step sequences were still to die for.

She was also insanely strict and honestly scared the shit out of him.

“I fucked up the landing.” He moaned.

“Yes.” She said with a quirk of her eyebrow. “I can see that. Do it again.”

Jaskier scrambled to his feet and skated a loop around the rink to find his feet again. He would have some lovely bruises but everything seemed to be in order. His ankles weren’t damaged which was the main thing. He sighed as he closed his eyes, picturing the music in his mind as he ran through the routine just before the quad salchow. He licked his lips as he took a deep breath before pushing up off the ice.

He soared through the air as the music sang in his head and then landed perfectly. He grinned and moved through onto the next part of the routine.

“Not terrible!” Yennefer called which was Yennefer speak for actually pretty damned good.

By the time he’d finished the routine he was panting slightly and there was a dull burning in his thighs. His butt was sore but that was probably more to do with his crash than the routine. He skated over to the edge of the rink and rest his arms on the side. “Better?” He asked Yennefer with a wink.

“Your triple axel combination needs work. Your arms were all over the place and would you please stop sticking your tongue out during the step sequences? You look like Roach.” Yennefer rattled off, counting each mistake on her perfectly manicured fingers.

Roach. That was her ex’s cat. He’d seen photographs whenever Ciri, her daughter, joined them at the rink. Ciri was an adorable young girl who was eager to join in once they’d finished up their practice. Jaskier would always guide Ciri around the rink by her tiny gloved hands and help lift her as she jumped from one foot to another. She had ice-skating in her blood. Her father, Geralt Rivia, was a professional hockey player and owner of Jaskier’s heart. Every time Geralt came by to pick up or drop off Ciri, Jaskier stumbled on the ice. He was just so gorgeous that Jaskier apparently lost control of his limbs and turned into a puddle of Jaskier goo on the ice.

He sighed wistfully as he pictured Geralt’s lovely amber eyes and shining silver hair. Of course he was an ice-skater. He even looked like he’d been blessed by some ice spirit or something. Jaskier had had many a dream about pair skating with Geralt, the feel of his strong arms lifting Jaskier high up into the air.

“Jaskier! Are you even listening to me?” Yennefer prodded him in the arm. She sounded completely exasperated, which Jaskier supposed wasn’t entirely uncalled for. He hadn’t been listening and he had no idea how long he’d been daydreaming for.

“Umm.”

“Give me strength.” She groaned and skated away from him with a roll of her eyes. “Can we go through it again with music? Lower the jump difficulty if you’re tired but I want to see your performance.”

He sighed and pushed off from the barrier, tossing his fringe from his eyes. “I. You… My, My performance is excellent!” He muttered.

“Your performance is shit.” Yennefer countered. “Remember your tongue is supposed to stay inside your mouth. Otherwise you’ll bite through it and I’m not taking you to hospital.”

“Urgh.” Jaskier groaned but moved into his starting position. “Just press play already.”

“Oh and Jaskier?”

“What?”

“Geralt is coming in with Ciri. Please do try and stay on your feet.” She smirked and clicked play. The strumming of a guitar filled the room as On Love: Eros began to play.

Jaskier stumbled over his first few moves. Stupid Yennefer and Geralt. He yelled with frustration as he settled into the routine. He knew this. He was good at this. The costume always helped his performance but he was Eros. He was great at seduction. He could charm just about anyone… who wasn’t Geralt. He moved with grace and elegance as he glided around the ice like the seductress that he was. In his mind Geralt was the playboy lover that had come to town and Jaskier was Yennefer. He would seduce the man who had stolen his heart. He had been doing it all season, not that Geralt had ever seen any of his performances but that didn’t matter.

He lowered all his quads to triples. They’d been training for hours and doing quads at this point was too dangerous. His muscles were tired and this run through was about the performance.

Seduction.

Lust.

Love?

The music stopped and the only noise that was left in the rink was the sound of his panting.

He’d done it.

“Yay! Jaskier!” Ciri yelled and clapped. He spun round to see her and Geralt watching from the edge of the rink.

“Oh fudge!” He muttered as he caught Geralt’s eyes. Oh good lord he was so handsome. At least Jaskier was already red in the face from his performance. He could pretend the way his heart was racing was solely to do with exertion.

“Jaskier that was amazing!” She shrieked and grabbed at the rails.

“Ciri, your skates aren��t tied up.” Geralt reminded her as he scooped her up into one arm.

Jaskier laughed and skated over to them. “Thank you, Ciri.” He smiled at the young girl. “Umm. Hi.” He muttered at Geralt a little awkwardly.

“Heard you got to the finals. Congratulations.” Geralt nodded.

“Ah yeah.” Jaskier ran a hand through his hair. “Yeah. Thanks. What did you think?” He asked. “Three words or less?”

“Not bad.”

Jaskier pouted. Great. His first review from the unrequited love of his life and it was ‘not bad.’

“Right. Well.” He muttered. “Thanks for that.” He went to pushed off from the barrier but Geralt grabbed his arm. Jaskier’s eyes snapped up to meet Geralt’s. The blush on his cheeks only intensifying at the contact.

“It was good.” Geralt said in his gravelly voice that made Jaskier’s heart go wild.

God he should have chosen Agape to skate to. Never mind trying to seduce Geralt, he was completely gone on the man. “Oh.”

“I like the music.” Geralt continued with a slight frown.

Jaskier chuckled. “Three words or less, that’s four.”

“You skate beautifully.” Geralt smirked and Jaskier’s skate slipped underneath him.

“Oh sugar!” He groaned as he fell back but Geralt was still gripping onto his arm and he managed not to fall on his arse. “Shhh… Sherbet. Thank you, thanks.” He muttered. “I’m just… gonna.” He pointed to the other side of the rink where there was a gap in the barriers. “I think I’ve skated enough today.”

“But Jaskier!” Ciri whined. “You were going to help me with my toe jump.” She pouted at him with wide emerald eyes.

“Oh alright then. Get your skates on.” Jaskier bopped her on the nose.

“You don’t have to.” Geralt growled. “You must be tired.”

Jaskier waved his hands and scoffed. “Nonsense. I made a promise, Geralt.”

“Hmm. Can I join you?”

Jaskier’s heart stopped in his chest. He resisted the urge to pinch himself. Did he hit his head when he fell earlier? Was this all some dream? Oh god, he was definitely dreaming. “Oh, umm yeah. Yeah. Sure.”

“Might need someone to catch you again.” Geralt chuckled and Jaskier gaped at him.

“Geralt!” He whined. “I am a top figure skater!”

Geralt shrugged.

“Take that back!” Jaskier pointed at him. “Take that back or I’m not letting you on the ice.”

“Hmm.” Geralt shrugged again.

Jaskier huffed and finally skated away from him. His heart still pounding in his chest. When he turned around he saw Yennefer watching them with a smirk from the other end of the rink.

“Are you done? I have notes.” She asked, her arms crossed in front of her chest.

He groaned but reluctantly skated over to his coach. Ciri still needed to finish tying up her skates and Geralt could keep her entertained whilst he finished up with training. He tried not to zone out whilst she pointed out all his mistakes but it was hard with Geralt being so close, and now they were going to skate together. It was a dream come true. It was only Yennefer’s piercing violet gaze that kept him from drifting off into a daydream. Honestly he was thankful that she was so terrifying. He wasn’t sure any other coach would be able to keep him in line. His first coach, when he was still in Oxenfurt, had been too relaxed and Jaskier had often just fucked about.

It wasn’t his fault he was so easily distracted.

The scraping of blades on the ice pulled his attention away. Yennefer sighed and dismissed him with a wave of her hand. Jaskier grinned and spun round to skate towards Ciri and Geralt. Ciri tried to skate away from Geralt towards him but stumbled as she reached him. Jaskier reached out to catch her with a laugh.

“There we go!” He said as he steadied her. “You’ll be a top skater in no time.”

“Hmm.”

“I’m going to play hockey!” Ciri grinned.

Jaskier pouted dramatically. “You won’t need me to teach you the toe loop then.” Ciri’s eyes went wide and she looked like she was about to cry. “But, seeing as you’re wearing figure skates instead of hockey ones.” He winked at Geralt. “I guess I will.”

Ciri grinned. “Thank you, Jaskier!”

They weren’t on the ice long. Jaskier was exhausted from training and Ciri was only young so she got bored quickly. Geralt mostly stayed out of their way, running laps around the rink whilst Jaskier and Ciri practiced her jump in the middle. After about twenty minutes Geralt joined them in the middle and caught Ciri in his arms.

“Enough now, cub.” He murmured. “Jaskier has a big competition coming up. Let him rest now.”

Ciri pouted. “Can we go and see him again?”

Jaskier froze.

Again?

What the fuck did that mean?

He stared at Geralt with wide eyes. Geralt was… blushing? Nah. It was probably just the cold air from the rink.

“Ciri likes to watch you skate.” Geralt grumbled.

Jaskier smirked. “Ciri didn’t call my skating beautiful.” He glided forward slightly putting himself Geralt’s space.

God if Ciri wasn’t here right now….

He bit his lip as he tried to push those thoughts out of his head. Geralt wasn’t interested in him that way. He’d thought that Geralt barely knew he existed before today, but apparently that wasn’t entirely true. Geralt had sneakily been watching his performances.

“That was a joke.”

Jaskier laughed and skated a circle around Geralt. “I don’t think so!” He sang and then before his confidence could leave him. “It’s getting pretty cold in here. Did you wanna grab a hot drink or something?”

“Hot chocolate!” Ciri squealed and wiggled in Geralt’s arms.

“Or coffee?” Jaskier suggested with a tilt of his head. “I was up before the sun today. Yennefer doesn’t seem to understand the meaning of beauty sleep, or course looking like she does, I don’t blame her!”

“Coffee sounds good.” Geralt nodded and skated over to the exit with an excitable five year old in his arms.

Jaskier watched the pair of them, his gaze dropping down to Geralt’s sinfully round arse before grinning to himself and following them out of the rink.

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triplelutzmoreliketriplecry · 3 years

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JUN’S SHORT DROPPED!!

https://blog.naver.com/koreaskatingunion/222256107729

I’m really glad that Jun broke his trend of energetic short program; much more than I expected, actually! This is a beautiful lyrical piece with some heart-wrenching cello solos and I am all for it.

Steady 4S (can’t tell if UR or q), probably UR 3Lz+3Lo (the edge is pretty clean tho! Not the deepest outside but it def looks outside), and UR (?) funky landing 3A. Jun’s jumps weren’t the cleanest but that’s not why I watch his skating anyways haha! I do have to say that I’m really loving his 3Lz3Lo, which I considered his weakest combo imo. It’s still not the cleanest but the jump looks so much more effortless! Imo if Jun wants to progress to the “next level”, he’ll need to fix his UR issues and add more transitions (which is a flaw of all Korean skaters, I find.) That all said, I love his long loaded 3A for its power, and he always finds the best places to do it!

The program is absolutely lovely. The step sequence isn’t Jun’s usual fire and imo he needs time to grow into it, but damn the detail work!! This part has to be my favourite (I think it’s the exit to the first spin?):

I just love the hand details!!! It fits with the desperation of the music. Overall, the program was so beautiful and detailed, but I do feel that Jun needs time to settle into it. Shame he won’t get that opportunity this year, though.

The costume, while gorgeous, doesn’t exactly fit the piece imo. It’s a bit too edgy for the desperation of the piece. I’d have liked a bit of colour, actually.

Overall a killer performance!! 90 is a solid for his first outing this season (then again, this is a nationals). Loving this program and excited for his free (fire within time!!)

Edit: I don’t know if it’s just because he was alone in the knc but he looks really tired?

#cha junhwan #figure skating #knats 2021 #triple lutz cries

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twokinkybeans · 4 years

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Stark On Ice: Starker Figure Skating AU Chapter 1

Summary: Six months ago, the broadcasters asked Tony to participate in Celebrity Spin-Off; an annual TV series where celebrities get paired up with a professional figure skater and compete against each other. Well, he’d laughed in their faces, wondering why they’d even ask. Were they really that stupid? He had better things to do. “If you can find me a male skater who lets me lead, I’m in,” he’d scoffed sarcastically to brush them off.

He didn't expect them to take his answer seriously.

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Chapter One: Let Me Entertain You Tony readjusts his jacket as he walks into the large building that is the Midtown Ice Arena. It’s a few minutes before 7 AM, and he already downed a triple espresso on his way here - amusedly ignoring Happy’s complaints about it being so damn early. He will give the man a raise soon. Tony can’t say he’s a morning person, but having to get up this early every single day for three months in a row helps to get used to it. Today is different, though. He feels jittery and on-edge just thinking about today’s events. It’s the final rehearsal. Tonight he’s going to skate in front of the entirety of the States. He knows many people won’t even bother to watch the TV series, but the idea has him slightly nauseous anyway. His first live show…

Live show.

Tony chuckles sarcastically at himself as he sits down on one of the benches in the changing room. Live show. Six months ago, the broadcasters asked him to participate in Celebrity Spin-Off; an annual TV series where celebrities get paired up with a professional figure skater and compete against each other. Well, he’d laughed in their faces, wondering why they’d even ask. Were they really that stupid? He had better things to do. “If you can find me a male skater who lets me lead, I’m in,” he’d scoffed sarcastically to brush them off.

He’s still not sure why they took his answer seriously, but they had. Tony Stark doesn’t back out of a promise, though. So, here he is, lacing up his skates after three months of intensive training, ready to work through his choreo together with his assigned partner Peter Parker. From what Tony’s heard, Peter is a pretty big deal in the skating world. He’s a sweet, enthusiastic 21-year-old who has enough talent and skill in pair skating to participate in the Olympics, yet he’d chosen not to. Instead, he tours across the US with Stars On Ice, coaches young kids at Midtown, and has a YouTube channel where he and his partner MJ post routines with traditional gender roles reversed. Tony admires Peter’s passion. The man doesn’t like other people very fast, but Peter was something else entirely. He’s endearing in a way. It’s easy to like him. Which, thank god, is a positive thing. They’ve had to train together for a minimum of eighteen hours for the past three months - both on ice and off. Tony had been surprised to see that the theory classes and off-rink practice were just as important.

When Tony finishes lacing up his skates he walks towards the rink, finally knowing how to do that without looking like a waddling duck. A smile creeps onto his face when he spots his partner on the ice already. The boy moves around ever so graciously, practicing his triple axel. A few days prior, Peter told him he hadn’t done it in a while, and he and MJ intend to use it in their new YouTube tutorial, so he’s been wanting to perfect his landing. It’s not like he pops it, but the boy isn’t content very easily. Tony enjoys watching him rehearse no matter how he lands. He’s so beautiful out there. Like he was born to skate. After landing perfectly three times, Peter slows down to give himself a short break, and that’s when he spots Tony at the entrance. The man waves awkwardly and Peter grins. “Mornin’, grumpy-head!” Peter laughs as he skates towards him. “Well, look at you. Always a beaming ray of sunshine, aren’t ya?” “You know me too well, Mr. Stark. Hope you didn’t forget to apply your sunscreen today!” Peter jokes, jumping off the ice to give Tony a short hug. Tony hates to admit he likes that Peter greets him like that every single day. The boy isn’t scared of him, unlike most other people. Another reason why Tony likes him. He grunts as a response to the joke and nudges Peter. “Think it’s time to start training. Steve here yet?” Tony asks, looking around to see if he spots their coach. Peter shakes his head. “No, his car broke down a few blocks from Midtown, he’ll be here soon enough. Let’s start warming up so we can dive right into the sequence when he gets here.” “Yes, coach.”

“Why- Why do these outfits have to be so glittery,” Tony jests as he eyes himself in the mirror. He’s wearing a tight and stretchy black button-up with thick, gold seams and shiny gold beads all over it. Thank god his pants are a simple plain black. Peter is adjusting his hair right next to him. The metallic gold tee hugs the boy’s skin so incredibly tight that Tony can’t help his gaze from wandering down a little, peeking at the boy’s gorgeous abs. Peter grins as he follows Tony’s gaze. “Well, I guess that’s why,” Peter retorts, and Tony blushes. He sniffs, staring at his own reflection again. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “Says the man who asked for a male partner. I still don’t-” “Oh shush,” Tony cuts him off playfully and waves his hand in the air. Peter simply chuckles and finishes styling his curls. They’re silent for a moment and Tony’s thoughts wander. He hadn’t meant to stare like that. Yes, he was bisexual but that doesn’t mean he liked Peter like that. They were already making headlines on entertainment websites. He can’t even imagine what’d happen if they’d actually feel something for each other. That’d be insane and highly unprofessional. The kid is too young, and- No. Tony doesn’t even have to make excuses for himself. Peter is nice. That’s it.

Thinking about them making the news doesn’t exactly settle his nerves. People are interested in them. Tony Stark on skates must be high-end entertainment for many people in itself, but the fact that they’re a male couple… He knows the public’s eye is on them tonight. “So tell me, kid. How does one contain nerves for a show, uh?” Tony asks, trying to keep it casual but failing massively. A gentle smile tugs on Peter’s lips. “Experience. Trusting yourself,” he starts. “You know, Tony. You won’t be flawless tonight. But that’s okay, remember? No one will be. Flawless is not what we aim for. Chemistry. Engaging the public, and-” “-just having fun on the ice,” Tony finishes for him with a nod. Peter has told him this many times before, but the reminder does settle his nerves. Tony’s a beginner, but he’s got the name and his charm. And Peter... They’ve got a pretty good shot. “Exactly. Now, tell me- what are you most nervous about?” “Honestly?” “Well, yes.” “Dropping you.” Peter sighs and takes a step closer to Tony. “You won’t. You’ve only dropped me once, and I wasn’t even hurt. Even if it were to happen, I know how to take a fall. We’ll be alright. You’re one of the best skaters in this competition. You’re gonna ace this.” “Thank you, Pete. Hey, for what it counts, I’m glad you’re my skating partner.” “And I’m glad you’re mine.”

Tony’s throat is dry, his heart beating rapidly in his chest when his fingers tangle into Peter’s. The boy is so close to him, just like during practice. It grounds him. The floor manager smiles at them. “Good luck out there, you ready for it?” Tony nods, his lips pressed together in a thin line. Smile. He should smile. Peter squeezes his hands once and Tony takes a deep breath. He’s got this. They’ve got this. The floor manager signals, “-Standing by…” Oh, God. This is it. Tony sniffs. His hands feel sweaty, his stomach knots together once more. As much as he appears to be comfortable in public, the moment right before always has him on edge. Any moment now. His gaze focused on the floor manager. Waiting for her cue. “And go!”

Tony forces his most charming smile on his face when he skates forward in unison with Peter, the cheers of the audience enveloping him. They stop in the center of the rink and he guides Peter in front of him. The boy’s arms are crossed in front of his chest. Tony puts a hand on Peter’s right shoulder. It’s quiet for a second, but then the familiar tune starts playing and Tony licks his lips. Peter smirks, pushing his skates into the ice to circle around the man, Tony’s gaze tracking him until he’s in front once again.

Hell is gone and heaven’s here There’s nothing left for you to fear Shake your arse come over here Now scream

Peter twirls and presses into Tony’s side. They grin at each other and skate forward, towards the edge of the rink. Tony’s nerves finally settle when he focuses on just how smooth Peter glides over the ice. The loud music cuts off the sounds of their blades crushing the frozen surface beneath them, but Tony hears it in his mind instead. He knows exactly where to turn, where to move. Peter sends him a little nod right before they go into the crossovers. Tony doesn’t like crossovers all that much, it makes him feel stiff and uncoordinated. Yet, somehow his body seems to do it on autopilot today, simply mimicking Peter’s lead.

I’m a burning effigy Of everything I used to be You’re my rock of empathy, my dear

Tony feels powerful in a way, his movements loosening up with every passing second. It’s time for their waltz jump. He turns around to transition into backward crosscuts and then shifts his weight from the right outer edge to the left one, throwing his right leg up in front. He gasps when he feels how smoothly he lifts off the ice. He’s flying through the air, weightless, and a quick glance confirms that Peter is too. When his right foot hits the ice again, he bends his right knee and extends his left leg behind him. The applause envelopes him like a warm blanket and the adrenaline coursing through his veins is an exhilarating sensation. He did it. He did it!

So come on let me entertain you Let me entertain you Let me entertain you

Tony turns around again to find Peter skating in his direction with a proud and goofy grin on his face. Tony’s heart leaps out of his chest when he realizes his partner is just as impressed as he is. Their hands find each other as they increase their speed to make it through another set of crossovers. Tony doesn’t even worry about them anymore at this point. Everything is just fucking amazing.

Let me entertain you Let me entertain you (let me entertain you) So come on let me entertain you (let me entertain you) Let me entertain you (let me entertain you)

Tony takes a deep breath when he realizes it’s time for their lift. He sets off for his continuous three turns and feels how Peter starts leaning into him. The man prepares for the boy to jump up from the ice gracefully. When Peter does so, he easily catches him and they spin into their rotational lift. Tony loves this one - loves to have Peter in his arms bridal style while spinning around and around and around while remembering his words. Don’t be afraid of the speed. Stalling is falling. Tony doesn’t feel like they’re falling. No, it feels like they’re floating, setting off for space.

Come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on Come on come on come on come on

Peter moves slightly, indicating it’s time for Tony to help him back down again. They transition into forward strokes toward the center once more and slow down. Their arms are spread wide proudly. Peter then circles Tony just like he did in the beginning, leaning into Tony’s side when the music comes to an end. He can’t help wrapping an arm around him to pull him in closer, bathing in the applause and the cheers that are thrown their way. Oh my god. They pulled it off. He can’t believe they did it. Of course, he doesn’t have Peter’s finesse but fuck. As Peter would say, they aced it. Together.

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puckmeupfam · 4 years

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Locked Down | Tyson Jost

Word Count: 1969 Note: This is my first time writing non-headcanon-y fanfic, but Tyson is my... exactly my type so here goes nothing

It was probably a mistake to bring your boyfriend back to your hometown for the holidays. You knew this. It wasn’t that you were worried that your parents wouldn’t like him. No, Tyson puts his hand on the small of your back and leans in to check on you randomly throughout the day which makes your mom give you a knowing look. And his mom raised him to go in the kitchen, put on an apron, and ask to be put to work - even if he was hopeless. Tyson was any parent’s dream boyfriend. The problem was that your family, and specifically your female relatives, had the tendency to be a bit overbearing… especially when it came to your love life.

“(Y/N), can you come help me in the kitchen for a minute,” your mother called. Your hand was in Tyson’s and your legs were intertwined so he also rose to follow you. “Not you Tyson, dear, you just relax,” she said. You looked back at Tyson to see him shrug and go back to watching the cheesy Netflix movie. Your fuzzy sock covered feet shuffled to the kitchen where your mom was waiting. “What do you need,” you asked as you entered to which your mom replied with a belabored sigh. “I don’t actually need anything,” she gave you a duh look which made you feel more like you were back in middle school than a grown adult talking with your mother. “I just wanted to talk to you about that boyfriend of yours,” your mom said with a smirk. Now you were the one sighing. You move to slouch against the counter as your mom keeps talking.

“I think we were all just wondering when you were going to lock that down.”

“Mother,” you gasped. This made that damn smirk on her face grow. You and Tyson had been dating for less than a year, you had met his family during the playoffs and then again when you visited him in the off-season and the holidays had been his turn. All you had wanted was a peaceful trip. You had even thought it might be the best holiday season yet because you would have Tyson with you, but of course, your family had to meddle. He was the first boyfriend you had ever officially brought home. And ever since you were in high school there were always relative and family friends asking if you had a boyfriend yet or if you would be willing to go out with Janet’s “very successful” grandson.

“Mom, we aren’t there yet,” you started, “we’re young and we haven’t been together long and Tyson has hockey.” Your mom rolled her eyes and batted her hand as if none of that mattered. “(Y/N), he’s a wonderful boy and all I’m saying is that your grandma is getting older and you know she would want to go to your wedding…” she told you. “Are you really trying to guilt me into getting married? This is a new low” you huffed. Your mom was sadly not one to stop pressing. “My veil is upstairs and, I mean, you really don’t want to wait too long.” You determinedly spun around to march out of the kitchen. As you reentered the living room you paused for a second as you saw Tyson curled up with a blanket on the sofa, seemingly enamored with the silly holiday movie. You moved to stand in front of him and reached both of your hands out for his. “Do you want to go somewhere,” you asked. Even though the movie seemed to be at its climax with the main character going through some kind of post-breakup montage, Tyson dutifully stood up and went with you as you pulled him to the door to get your coats, keys, and shoes.

The sun went down so early in the winter so while it wasn’t that late it was dark out… and cold. Not quite raining or snowing, but there were wet flurries here and there as you walked down the path towards the car. Tyson hopped in the passenger’s seat because you knew the roads having grown up here. Both of you were quiet as you began to drive. There wasn’t a clear destination in your head. You headed towards the downtown part of the city where there was more to do, just hoping that something would jump out at you. That something that you had been waiting for jumped out at Tyson instead.

“Hey, hey, hey, (Y/N),” he blurted out excitedly. As you looked at what he was frantically pointing at you saw the outdoor ice rink. You looked back at him questioningly. “Tyson, you skate every day,” you said. “Yeah, but not with you,” he replied drawing out the last word. At that, you exaggeratingly raised your eyebrow thinking of the Avs family skate the two of you had gone to just over a week ago. He returned your look with puppy dog eyes that had you pulling into the first available parking spot.

While you were waiting in line for your skates, Tyson hip-checked you and then pulled you back by your clasped hand. You thought he probably sensed that something was off. If your quietness wasn’t enough of an indicator, the fact that you rushed out of the kitchen and then promptly dragged him out of the house definitely was. He moved to wrap an arm around your waist and then kissed the top of your hair. Tyson had the wonderful quality of always being snuggly warm without overheating you so you pressed yourself against him in an attempt to warm up.

Once you finally had your rented skates in hand, he insisted on tying them for you. Afterwards, he reached out a hand to pull you up. While you hadn’t been raised a skater in any sense, Tyson had worked hard to teach you on a few different occasions which meant that at this point you could solidly skate around without falling. As your skating ability increases so did his ability to tease you while skating. When you first started he couldn’t even move from your death grip without you panicking, but now that you could keep yourself steady he could pull you faster or be otherwise obnoxious to make you laugh. In this case, it meant Tyson trying to spin you under his arm like you were ballroom dancing. This meant that you would inevitably stumble into his chest, both of you in fits of giggles.

That was one of your favorite parts of dating Tyson. He had an uncanny ability to cheer you up. If you had a bad day at work he would put on a production of singing ‘00s pop songs until tears were streaming down your face from laughing so hard. When he was in Edmonton and you were still in Colorado, he sent you a framed picture of himself with a note that said, “just because I know you miss me sooooooooooooo much.” Now here he was spinning you around an outdoor rink in your hometown, being perfect one again.

As the night grew on, the other skaters began to clear out which left just you, Tyson, and a group of three teenagers still on the ice. The two of you were skating more calmly while you chatted quietly about random things - some prank he had played on JT, a story Grandpa Jost had told about his band practice, a project you were doing at work. Eventually, he pulled you to the side of the rink so that you faced each other.

“Are you going to tell me what happened,” he asked with a knowing look on his face. You tried to play dumb and put on your best I have no idea what you’re talking about face. Tyson sighed, “do you really think I’ll believe that you just happened to storm out of the kitchen and drag me out for no reason?” He clearly had you cornered but in a last ditch effort you tried to steer the conversation away one more time: “I thought you were having fun! You’re the one who wanted to go skating.” Tyson crossed his arms and gave you a look which told you he wasn’t going to let you avoid the question.

“Okay, fine. My mom was just pressuring me… about you. And I needed a break,” you told him. As you looked back up to make eye contact you could see Tyson’s face drop. “Oh,” he said, “I thought they liked me.” Your heart broke at how sad he looked. It was clear that he really was trying hard to impress them and valued their opinion of him. Even though you would rather not tell him just how much your family liked him, you knew that you had to. It might make things a bit awkward - not because he would get scared off, but because you knew that he would likely tease you incessantly - but it would at least take the kicked puppy look off of your boyfriend’s face.

You sighed, “no Tyson, they fucking loved you, that’s the problem.” The sad look on his face diminished slightly, curiosity taking its place. “My mom may have been asking me when I was going to lock that down,” you told him, making air quotes around the final words. At this, Tyson broke out into a wide smile, “I see.” He spun away a bit and broke out into Gracie Hart’s, “you think I’m gorgeous, you wanna daaaate me, love me, and marry me!” You put your hands to your red face and began skating towards him as he waggled his eyebrows and did a little dance. “Tyson it’s not funny,” you whined. At this point you had reached the other side of the rink as he wrapped his arms around your waist and once again pressed you against the rail.

“Seriously though, (Y/N), like, I see a future with you… You’re my favorite person and when I do get “locked down” I want you to do it.” He was clearly trying to make it a bit of a joke in case you didn’t respond the same way, but it still took you aback. In all honesty, you loved Tyson and couldn’t see yourself with anyone else. “Well, yeah, I’m hopelessly in love with you, Tys. But that doesn’t mean that I want my mom shoving her veil in my hands,” you were mumbling into his chest, but he heard you. “Yeah, I still have to buy a ring… hire a flashmob, all that stuff,” he teased. You jokingly pushed him away which made him laugh loudly while pulling you back into him.

With both of you feeling content and the night air getting colder and colder you went back to your parent’s house for the night. You entered the front door, instantly feeling the warmth from the fireplace. The adults who were staying over were in similar positions to how you left them. They seemed to be playing some sort of card game around the coffee table. You waved to everyone as you pulled Tyson with you towards the stairs. Right before you would be out of their view, Tyson stopped and turned around.

“(Y/M/N), I’ll give you a heads up of when to pull out the veil, okay?” he shouted down. You looked to see a massive grin take over your mom’s face. “Tyson!” you chastized before running up the stairs to follow his giggling form to your room. Embarrassment and meddling mothers aside, you felt light and happy knowing that you and Tyson were in it for the long haul. The two of you had countless more giggly, teasing nights ahead of you and you couldn’t wait.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

Reader working in retail dealing with a rude customer and Erik is a regular who steps in to put the customer in their place.

“Who the fuck is the manager for this place?”

An angry white woman with thin brunette hair wearing a floral blouse with navy blue slacks marches into a thrift record and book store located in Soho. She had an old record in her hand; a Hall and Oates classic. Looking around with beady angry eyes, she presses her thin chapped lips into a hard line.

“Hellloooo?!!! I said who is the got damn manager of this dump?!!”

Y/N, the manager in question, was ringing up a few customers, wishing them a good day before closing her register. She heard the loud woman loud and clear. Y/N had dealt with this same woman and her daughter on plenty of occasions but they still decided to show their faces. If you had a problem with the thrift store why continue to come back? She wasn’t going to entertain them today.

“Y/N, you want me to call the police?” Y/N’s cousin, Layla, came into the thrifted shop to help every now and then.

“No, it’s cool. I can deal with it. Just get the bat ready just in case I gotta crack some skulls open.”

Clearly, the woman and her daughter didn’t know who they were messing with. Y/N is skilled in jujitsu and she could swing a bat at your ass like you were a baseball. She had to do that to some drunk man one evening who thought he would come in and rob her.

“How about that African stick that Erik got for you? The Nguni stick?”

A sly smirk slid across her face at the mention of his name. Erik Stevens was a regular of hers at the thrift shop. He would come to see her almost every night since he lived in a fancy condo in Soho, Manhattan. Layla was convinced that Erik had a huge crush on Y/N but a man like him couldn’t crush on Y/N. He was gorgeous. Full head of short moisturized dreads, fresh shape up, smelling like coco butter and mango butter, skin smooth and blemish free minus the smooth cemetrical scars on his arms. Manicured nails, white teeth, smooth moisturized lips, muscles everywhere, a deep raspy voice with an allure that has her weak in the knees. Y/N could talk about Erik all damn day and swoon.

“Yeah, bring out the Nguni.”

Y/N adjusted her skater skirt before walking around the register to approach the angry white woman. Her daughter was just behind her with arms folded and a scowl on her face. Let the bitch try something. They were just jealous because Y/N made more profit than they did at that musty ass boutique they owned. Hating ass bitches.

“Can I help you?!” Y/N approached with obvious annoyance.

“I want a fucking refund!!” The woman shook the record in Y/N’s face with rage.

“This piece of shit won’t play!!! You gave me a fucked up record and I want my damn money back.”

“Non-refundable.” Y/N cut the woman off sharply.

“Excuse me?” The daughter decides th speak up now.

“I SAID. Non-refundable. Now can y’all please leave my fucking store this is a regular thing with y’all two.”

Both of their faces grew red like a beet. Y/N was ready to handle their ass if they tried anything.

“See, what kind of owner tells their customer that? You are supposed to be selling good quality items at a thrifted price and you can’t even do that?” The woman expected her words to cut deep but they didn’t.

“Sounds like hate to me. Now it’s time for y’all to go and don’t come back I’m sick of seeing y’all face. Y’all supposed to be running a boutique, right? Ain’t making no money coming up in here with all that bullshit.”

At that point, both the woman and her daughter walked closer like they wanted to do something. Layla walks around the counter, Nguni stick in hand. Luckily there were no other customers in sight. Too late, the door opens and in walks Erik Stevens dressed in an oversized denim jacket, white t-shirt, black cargo pants, and some black timbs. The smile on his face faded once he saw the angry glare on Y/N’s beautiful face.

“Y/N, what’s going on, baby girl?” Erik steps forward, shoulders squared. The sound of his voice made Y/N’s heart melt. She looked up at him, eyes softer now and eyelashes batting like an innocent girl.

“Don’t worry yourself handsome, they’ll be gone real soon.”

The woman looked over her shoulder at Erik, looking him up and down with disgust. Erik was used to that look and it wasn’t about to faze him at all.

“Got a problem with your eyes?” He says while taking his place next to Y/N.

“Are you her husband or something?” The daughter asks with interest. She was loving the sight of Erik and it made Y/N want to gag.

“Dont worry about all that. What’s the problem?” Erik folds his toned arms across his chest, legs in a wide stance.

“I want my money back that’s what,” the woman points to the record angrily again, “it won’t play! She’s selling items that are damaged! I need my money now or I’m not leaving.”

“Oh, you’re leaving. Now.” Erik says with a predatory voice. The woman and her daughter slightly jump at the change in tone. No longer was it smooth and hypnotic. It was dangerous and scary.

“Andrea, call your father,” the woman asks in a hurry.

“Bring your husband and watch I toss his ass out of here.” Erik laughs.

“ARE YOU THREATENING MY HUSBAND?!!” At this point the woman was beyond distraught. She looked like she wanted to cry. What did she think she was coming in here to get her way? It doesn’t work like that.

“You, your husband, your daughter,” Y/N says with a sly smirk, “step foot in here again and see what happens.”

“Free country!” The daughter, Andrea, yells over her mothers shoulder, a pinched look on her face and her chin held high like she was something.

“Layla, pass me my stick,” Y/N reached for the stick, grabbing it in hand to show them that she wasn’t all talk. She meant business.

“Look, she’s gonna use her stick. Do that and we’ll call the police.”

“Nothing new with y’all people anyway. Why don’t y’all just get the fuck out?! You don’t want Y/N and Layla to put hands on y’all, right?” Erik was just as fed up with the shit. Even in this moment Y/N was extremely turned on.

This was going on long enough. Y/N could tell that the woman and her daughter were loosing it, realizing that they weren’t going to get their way with this.

“Well? I don’t see y’all moving.” Erik barks out. The door to the shop opens and a stout man with grey receding hair and a mustache that reminded you of the end of a broom steps forward with his fists balled like he was about to do something.

“What the hell is the problem!!!” He yells. He sounded like a sailor. A fucking Popeye.

“Nothing, dear, go back to the shop.”

“Oh, there is a problem. Andrea texts me about coming here because some man is making threats to my family! My brother is a detective he will have you arrested, pal!”

He wagged his finger at Erik who stood there with a wide grin.

“Go ahead, super Mario looking mother fucker. Shit don’t faze me. All I’m saying is, your salty ass wife and daughter need to bounce. This ain’t their place, they are trespassing.”

Erik Shrugs, “so what’s it gonna be? Cuz y’all getting too comfortable.”

The woman and her husband share looks while Andrea watches from the door with a sour expression.

“...Becky, lets go.”

The mention of her name made Y/N laugh. Erik had to nudge her shoulder to stop her before he broke out into a fit. He needed to keep it serious if these people were to leave. Finally.

“No! No Robert!” She was on the verge of tears.

“Becky...we have to close up shop. Plus, let’s not get involved with these types of people. You don’t know what they are capable of. One of them has a damn stick dont be surprised if they don’t have a gun.”

His words cut deeply. He knew what he was doing saying that. Erik’s eyes squinted at the man, his jaw clenched tightly. He was trying his hardest to keep his cool after that purposeful comment. He wanted to provoke them so they could give him a reason to call the police or continue to stereotype them.

“FINE!!!” She throws the record down, the sound of it breaking catching all of their attention. Without a care, she turns, pushing past Robert and her daughter to leave. Robert gives Erik and the others one final look before leaving himself, stepping on the record with a stomp before exiting. Layla, Erik, and Y/N watch the doors close, all of them collectively sighing before shaking their heads.

“Some bullshit,” Layla says, “makes me wanna follow them and beat their ass.

“AINT worth it, shorty,” Erik says with an exhausting voice, “they gone, let them go back to that funky ass store and continue to hate on Y/N.”

Erik pulls Y/N in for a tight hug, “I don’t play with that shit. Fucking with my girl like that. Mad she flexing on y’all.”

Y/N allowed herself to smell Erik. He smelled just as tantalizing as he always did. He was so warm and big, big in a protective way. She loved the fact that she could feel every single muscle through his thick layer of clothes. His lips pressed into her forehead.

“You knew I had to stop by before I headed home, girl,” Erik pulls away from her, looking from the stick he gifted her to her pretty face. He never got the courage to ask her on a date but Erik knew she was feeling him just as much as he was.

“I was wondering when you would come by,” she looks away shyly, “thanks for sticking up for me, you didn’t have to.”

“What I just say?” Erik arches a single brow. Y/N licks her lips nervously.

“You hear me talking to you?” He grabs both sides of her face, making her look up at him.

“No body. Messes with. My girl.”

His words cut deeply like a sharp knife. She could feel it sinking deeply within her veins. His girl. That’s what he referred to her as.

“Okay...” she was being timid. Erik laughs, his hands on her waist.

“You got them books I wanted? The Malcom X ones?”

Y/N knew Erik could buy them online but he wanted to be near her. She fought to squeal about that.

“Yeah, I saved them just for you.”

“Good, show me.”

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reidology · 4 years

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He Was A Skater Boy... (Chapter 2) (Hotch/Reid)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner / Spencer Reid

Summary: Spencer and Aaron finally meet and they make a deal. Oh how the cherry blossoms.

Words: 1,575

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

Chapter 2: Something Wicked This Way Comes...

It was safe to say that reading at the skatepark was now part of Spencer’s routine. Most evenings he would get to the park and read his assigned philosophy readings on top of the halfpipe, then move on to his own books. When it became too dark, he would stop reading and watch the magnificent sunset. It never got old. Here he felt relaxed. Finally, Spencer had found a safe space other than his therapist’s office. Indeed, this place belonged only to him.

That was until one evening, when his new-found comfortable routine was wonderfully disrupted by the hottest guy he’d ever seen.

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Spencer’s nose was floating around the depths of a wondrous world of murder and mystery fabricated by Sir Arthur Conan-Doyle when it happened. The sun was setting, casting strange shadows around the park, he hadn’t noticed a particular large silhouette rolling his way. Not until he heard the sound of wheels barreling toward his serene perch did he look up, and oh he wished he hadn’t , because when he looked up he came face to face with none other than the guy-with-no-shoes from days earlier.

He stood on top of the opposite halfpipe, jumped down on his board and came towards Spencer. But when he got to him he didn’t stop, simply rolled back to the other side and did quite an impressive turn-flip-trick where he spun and brought the board to his hand. Is he trying to impress me? Because it’s working, thought Spencer. The dude landed with a flourish right next to him. Spencer looked up half in shock and half in awe (because that was pretty hot). He couldn’t stop looking at his face, it was so angular and gorgeous and the light framed his face perfectly, his dark hair falling into his eyes. The definition of tall, brooding, and handsome. He died a little when the guy nodded down at him and spoke, “Sup, do you like ice cream?”

His voice was so deep . That and the fact that he was towering over him was too much for his little genius brain compute. Quantum theory he could handle, helplessly attractive men brought his IQ down into the negatives.

And how could anyone expect him to be coherent when the guy looked like that , and not just his face but… everything, from the slope of his shoulders, to the curves of his triceps, to the way his lean frame dipped into very delicious-looking calves, and finally those infamous socked feet, still shoeless. It was when Spencer had been eyeing this handsome stranger’s feet for a good ten seconds that he realized he’d been asked a question.

“Uhmm.. pardon?” Casual. Polite. Was he in this guy’s way or something?

The man chuckled sickly sweet and gave a devilish smirk, “I asked if you like ice cream?” And he lifted his hand, wherein he held a cone of what seemed to be chocolate ice cream. How had Spencer not noticed that unfairly-hot-guy-with-no-shoes was holding ice cream? Did he skate up here with that? Did he do those tricks without dropping the cone?

Either way, Spencer did not know how to respond. He was feeling very confused, amongst other things...

“Uhh… I- sure…?”

The guy grinned and sat down next to Spencer, skateboard on his lap, and handed him the cone. Spencer hesitantly reached and took it, eyeing it suspiciously.

“Hi, I’m Aaron. I’ve been watching you”,

“Oh?” Spencer immediately blushes at the thought of this stupidly attractive man, Aaron , taking notice of him. And even though Aaron had already shown the classic signs of a Dangerous Situation™ (giving him ice cream and watching him), Spencer couldn’t help but be absolutely smitten.

“Yeah, you’re always reading,” he nodded at the open book in Spencer’s lap, “what are you doing here?”

What was he doing here? “I- uhmm..” What was he supposed to say? Fuck it , “My therapist wants me to get out of the house and find a hobby.” Way to sound normal, you really hyped yourself up there, idiot.

“So you chose skateboarding?”

“What? No…I’m just studying here instead of at home. And when I finish my work I read my own books.”

Spencer could feel Aaron’s intense gaze boring into his face, he was beginning to notice that Aaron’s natural expression was a perfect dark, (sexy) , serious pout.

Aaron broke his attention from Spencer’s face and glanced beyond the boy’s lap to the satchel overflowing with books, “... you read all of those in one day?”

“Uh… actually I read all of those in an hour.”

Aaron blinked a few times.

“Really? You must be… I mean, how do you do that?”

He was sure he was going to say ‘you must be a loser’ but he tried not to think about that. So far, Aaron had been nice to him.

“Um, I don’t know. I have an eidetic memory and read a lot as a child, so I guess my baby brain just learned to process words quicker than others.”

“How quickly?”

“20,000 words per minute.”

Aaron raised his eyebrows in interest, still giving that smoldering stare. He was so very intrigued by this strange, skinny, adorable kid. From the moment he saw him hunched over, reading, engulfed in his own world, Aaron had been fascinated. And when their eyes met that fateful evening, all he could think of was I need to know him .

“So what are you studying for?”

“Right now I’m going for a BA in Philosophy.”

“Oh? I wouldn’t have pegged you as the philosphe type , smart guy like you ought to be a scientist or something,” Aaron chuckled.

That laugh would be the death of him. It was so deep and sultry, Spencer felt like burying himself in it.

Sheepishly, Spencer corrected him, “Actually, I have two PhDs in Mathematics and Chemistry. I wanted to begin an engineering PhD this summer but my mother got sick and I had to take care of her, so I figured a Bachelor’s in Philosophy wouldn’t take up too much of my time.”

Aaron gawked at him and made no attempt to hide it.

“How old are you?”

“Nineteen.”

“Damn. Well, here we are, a 19 year old genius and 21 year old law school burnout. Funny we’d end up in the same place at the same time.’’

The pink-orange-purple of the sky seemed to give Spencer a boost of confidence,

“Weren’t you stalking me? That’s not much of a coincidence,” he teased.

“I wasn’t stalking you, I said I was watching you. There’s a difference.”

“What’s the difference?”

“I came to say hi.” Aarons eyes glistened.

Spencer couldn’t help the tinge of pink on his cheeks and the small smile he gave. Aaron came to say hi. For a while they sat in silence, both considering what to say next. The older man opened his mouth to say something but Spencer took charge.

“You’re a law student? Do you go to Georgetown?”

Aaron nodded, “First year at Georgetown, did pre-law at Columbia.”

“Wow, those are good schools! I’m surprised you’re failing!”

“Yeah, Georgetown’s a lot more than I was expecting. Nothing you couldn’t handle I’m sure, Mr. Philosophy-Bachelor’s-For-Fun.”

Spencer laughed a genuine laugh, he didn’t answer though, because Aaron was right, he’d totally crush it in law school.

“You go to Georgetown, too? How come I haven’t seen you around campus? The Law Center isn’t that far from the Philosophy Department.”

“Well I don’t live on campus, I’m with my mom. And most of my classes are early morning, my therapist said that would be a good way of starting the day but really all it did for me was give me an unhealthy coffee dependency.”

Aaron actually laughed brightly at that.

“So, you’re going to tell your therapist you took up skateboarding when in reality you’ve just been reading in a skatepark?”

Spencer nodded bashfully.

“What are you going to do when she asks to see it?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Well, it seems we’re both in a bit of a predicament, huh? What do you say we help each other out?”

“How do you mean?”

Aaron smirked that same wicked smirk from the first night they saw each other leaned in, “I’ll teach you to skateboard… if…”, he bit his lip and looked into the younger boy’s eyes, “you help me pass Midterms.”

Spencer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Aaron leaned in impossibly closer and asked, “What’s your name?”

“Spencer.”

“Spencer,” He said deliciously, “do we have a deal?”

Aaron’s gaze was so intense but he couldn’t look away. His eyes were a deep, rich, coffee color with glistening flecks of green and they did not falter. This close, Spencer could see the few light scattered freckles feathering his nose and cheeks. And he was still biting his lip, Spencer stared and didn’t care. The breathtaking man in front of him was really offering to spend more time with him, how could he say no? Penelope would be so proud to find out he just had a conversation with a stranger and he was going to see him again.

“Deal.”

Aaron grinned maniacally, “Sweet.”

They sat just smiling at each other for a little bit, then Spencer asked, “By the way, why don’t you wear shoes?”

Aaron shrugged, smirked and brought his lips close to Spencer’s ear, “I like to feel the board,” he whispered.

Spencer was a goner. The ice cream had melted.

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starkerforlife6969 · 5 years

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Single Dad Tony x Skater Boy Peter

As soon as Morgan sees him, her eyes light up.

She’s pulling hard on Tony’s arm, and he spots what she’s so excited about.

It’s a young man on a skateboard. He’s a way off, but it’s clear he knows what he’s doing, and he goes up and down the ramps almost too quickly for Tony to track, and he does nimble flips and tricks and Morgan is jumping up and down on the spot.

“I wanna be that good!” She’s gushing, and he looks down at her.

She’s only six, and she barely reaches his hip, and she has knee pads and elbow pads and a helmet because goddamn, he’s protective, and her bright pink skateboard with little rocker stickers all over it glitters in the afternoon sunshine. Tony taps her helmet fondly. “I’m sure you will be, sweetheart.”

But an hour later, and many, many attempts at getting both her feet on the board and going as fast as she can- has proven fruitless.

Tony has to sit down on the bench, coaxing her away from getting angry as she gets visibly worked up. “I can’t do it!” She wails, falling over for the umpteenth time. But still, she gets back up, neatens her skateboard, and tries again.

She falls.

Tony’s about to call it a day, because even though he loves how tenacious and resilient she’s being about this, he can only watch his baby girl fall over so many times before his heart can’t take it anymore-

“Woah, rad skateboard! Where’d you get those awesome stickers?” Comes an enthusiastic voice, and Tony’s eyes snap up to see the skater from earlier on his board, rolling up to them.

His mouth goes a little dry. The boy is young, maybe early twenties, all long, lean lines and messy hair. There are tattoos all along his arms but they’re- they’re tattoos of dandelions, roses, trails of wildflowers winding in pastel colours all soft and beautiful around his forearms.

The ends of his fluffy, curly chestnut hair are tinged lavender, and he’s wearing some skinny jeans that are so tight they look painted on- and an oversized rainbow flannel.

Tony registers all of that, and then he also registers that a stranger is talking to his child and that won’t do. He gets up, rushing over to Morgan and hovering behind her, but she pays him no mind, only looks up from where she’d fallen with eyes only for the skater. “My daddy bought them for me!” She gasps, excited. “Hey! You can- I like your skateboard!” She hurriedly gets to her feet, clumsy with glee, “can you teach me how to skate? My daddy doesn’t know how.”

She throws Tony an accusing glare.

He sighs.

The boy laughs, tossing his head back and beaming, it’s a wholesome, unworried kind of laugh. Tony listens to it greedily. Then the boy smiles at him, waves with his stupid fingerless gloves- he’s not wearing a helmet or anything! And his eyes are the warmest shade of amber. “I’ll give you a few tips,” he says happily, before looking at Tony with a little grin. “If your dad doesn’t mind.”

“He doesn’t mind!” Morgan insists, and Tony rolls his eyes.

“Excuse me, little miss, but I do mind. We don’t talk to strangers.” Even if they are exceptionally pretty.

Morgan looks up at her dad like he’s a moron, and Tony wonders who taught her that look. “I’m Morgan,” she says, sticking her little hand up to the stranger.

He looks delighted, and he takes her hand happily. “I’m Peter. Pleased to meet you. Does your dad have a name?”

Tony doesn’t need this level of sass. “I’m Tony,” he grumbles, moving to stand on the grass rather than the path. “Go ahead,” and he waves his hands in acceptance. Peter doesn’t seem evil. Not with his rainbow flannel and fingerless gloves. Not with the trail of foxgloves that dance away into his sleeves.

He watches as Peter tightens the straps on Morgan’s velcros, and then sets her feet properly on her board. He doesn’t step off his own- it’s big and black and it looks expensive but well worn.

“Just rock back and forth a little,” Peter guides as Morgan balances on her board. “Just get a feel for it. You feel how the wheels kinda move underneath you?”

Morgan scrunches up her little face, focusing very hard, and she nods. “Ya huh!”

“Great,” Peter laughs, “now I’m gonna push you a little, you just balance, yeah? Grab me if you need.”

He’s good with her, Tony thinks, in a way that not a lot of people are. It’s easy to slip into condescension with children, and for Morgan especially- a little genius- that won’t be taken well. But Peter is good-natured, and funny, and eager to make a fool of himself, it seems, when he flails his arms dramatically to show her how not to regain balance.

It takes about ten minutes, before Morgan can glide down their little patch of path with only a few wobbles.

Tony gasps, hoisting her onto his hip and kissing her face. “You did it, kiddo!” He exclaims proudly, as Peter kicks his skateboard out from under him and picks it up, jogging over.

“That was awesome, Morgan!” He cheers, holding up his hand for a high-five. She gives it to him: a very accomplished expression on her face.

“What do we say to people who have helped us?” Tony reminds her, and she flushes, but turns dutifully to Peter.

“Thank you, Peter! Next time, will you teach me how to use the ramp?”

Tony’s heart leaps into his throat at the thought of that, but Peter just hums thoughtfully. “The ramps can be super hard, I’m still not great at them. How about next time we try an obstacle course. Get you good at manoeuvring? I have a bunch of little cones at home I can bring.”

She practically squeals with excitement, and Tony feels fondness swell up inside him, but-

“We can’t ask that of you,” he says instead, “you’ve been great, Peter, thank you, but really-“

“Yes we can!” Morgan insists, “he has a bunch at home! He said so!”

Peter looks between them, and there’s some fondness in his eyes. He also lets his gaze linger on Tony for a second and the older man feels a flash of lust go through him. But it can’t be. Peter’s so young, he’d never look at- “I’m happy to do it, really. I’ve kinda always wanted to start my own little skateboarding school. This is a good way to get practise.”

“We’ll pay you for your time.” Tony vows, and Peter laughs again- full bodied and lovely- and shakes his head.

“Oh god, there’s no need, honestly!” His smile turns cheeky, “But I do co-run a little coffee shop just around the corner- you’re free to come in and give us your business.” He turns to Morgan, “We serve hot chocolates with marshmallows shaped like bunnies.”

Morgan turns to Tony with a face of complete seriousness. “Daddy,” she says firmly, “we have to go there. Right now.”

Tony chuckles. “We’ll go tomorrow, pumpkin,” he promises, because he can feel himself flustering under Peter’s eyes and he doesn’t remember the last time he’s even thought about someone in a remotely romantic way, and it’s completely one-sided. It must be. The boy is gorgeous.

“I’ll text you the address,” Peter chirps, pulling out his phone. It’s a little beat up, definitely not the newest Stark Model, and Peter clearly doesn’t know he’s talking to the Tony Stark, owner of the biggest tech company in the world, but then again, that’s how Tony’s orchestrated it. Not many people do know his face. “That is,” Peter goes on, a little red creeping up to his cheeks, “if I can have your number?”

Oh. Oh. Morgan looks on cluelessly, but Tony takes the phone a little dumfounded. Surely not, there’s no way Peter can be-

But yes. Peter’s pupils are dilated, and his eyes are on Tony’s lips and Tony-

He feels damn smug in a way he hasn’t for quite some time. He types in his number, and Peter waves goodbye. When they get home, Morgan is exhausted, and she collapses into bed with all her favourite toys. Tony kisses her forehead lovingly and tucks her in.

Then he walks about the penthouse idly, thinking about the boy with flowers on his arms. He thinks about Morgan drinking hot chocolate, and Peter giving her extra helpings of marshmallows. He thinks about sucking frothy whipped cream off Peter’s lips- he thinks about tracing those flowers with his fingers, about that lavender-fringed hair in his fist. About Peter tossing his head back- but moaning, Tony’s name on his lips-

He thinks about the way Peter had looked at him- the flush that had crawled down that long, slender neck-

and then, for the hell of it-

Tony buys a skateboard online.

What? It should be a family activity.

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anewbeginningagain · 5 years

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Rock The Rink 2019 - Abbotsford

I thought I might try to write about my personal experience in the show. It’s going to probably be a lot of rambling so bear with me if you’re up for it...

Tbh after watching TTYCT I never thought I will be able to watch another show where Tessa and Scott perform. Coming all the way to Canada isn’t an easy task (not to mention costly) and between work and my master’s and real-life hassles, it felt like a once in a lifetime thing. But between making several personal changes over the last few months after a personally difficult year and deciding to take some time to myself and travel in North America for several weeks I knew that I will make an effort to somehow make it work. Vancouver seemed like the most realistic option and since it was also on my bucket list, the Vancouver show was chosen. When I learned that this will be their last tour (forever? for a while? who knows) I knew I wanted to add another show and with the help of good people in this fandom it happened. It’s a good time to thank all of those who reached out and offered a ride - it’s easy to get wrapped up in the negativity of this fandom but there are also truly nice and warm people here.

So for the interesting part - the show, I absolutely loved it. The cast is truly spectacular and the chemistry between them is palpable. I also thought the choreography of the group numbers is some of the best I’ve seen in a long time - it felt fresh, mature and cohesive. There was almost like a linking line between every group number and the smart decision to let everyone in the cast shine during them while still somehow giving Tessa and Scott the center stage in most of them was a smart one and one that really paid off. The band part was good as well (especially when they perform the acoustic version of their song) but I will say that the decision to have a long break after their set (while understandable for production needs) is a little bit questionable. Still, once the show begins it’s 90 minutes of nonstop skating which is truly amazing.

The individual numbers (no spoilers):

I’ve never seen Jeremy Abbot skate (other than his Sochi programs) and I was pleasantly surprised by how enjoyable I found him to be. Plus every time he did a backflip the crowd lost it - he is definitely good as a crowd pleaser and I can totally see why he was added to the show.

KO is always a joy to watch and I felt like her number was also about her embracing herself, physically it’s obvious she’s changed now that she’s not in elite athlete shape, but she’s just as gorgeous as she was before and she has such a warm and smiley energy that you simply can’t help but enjoy her.

Both Elvis and Patrick were a hit with the older ladies and it’s always funny to watch the ladies go crazy over both, especially over Elvis. At some point, Elvis did a move and ended up right by a group sitting on the ice level and one woman was so excited I swear she started screaming.

Tati and Max still have the tricks that’s for sure, I never noticed how impressive Tati is on the ice, but this time I definitely did. They hit some beautiful poses and overall seemed ecstatic to be there and the crowd showered them with love.

Caro. Tbh I have no words to describe Caro. It was the first moment during the night that I was close to tears, it’s basically her moving on the ice, no jumps, but it was so enchanting you just know she puts a spell on the audience.

The group numbers:

I don’t want to write much because I don’t want to spoil anything, I truly think that the experience will be at it best when you know as little as possible (though I totally get watching the HD videos some are gracious enough to share). I will say again that I think the choreography was more mature and enchanting. It was more than just skating for the entertainment value (which is perfectly fine) but there was an added layer to the choreography and the performances. It was apparent that the cast loves those numbers, they were so into it and truly gave it everything they have and I think that with more time and getting more comfortable and familiar with the material, it will become even more special. There is something to be said about the age of the cast - having almost the entire cast be in their 30s really brings a level of maturity to the skating that you rarely see. It also emphasizes how longevity in figure skating should be valued, encouraged and aspired.

The costumes:

I have to give a major shout out to Mathieu for the costumes. Every costume was well made and fitted the theme of the dance. I think one of my favorite dresses was Caro’s dress for her solo. The costumes also really emphasized certain let’s say features of the male skaters, and that’s also highly appreciated. The 20s number costumes are also absolutely to die for and I’m not really familiar with the level of success Mathieu had prior to working with TS (I know he was doing skating costumes, not sure to what extent) but with him doing the costumes for the show for the second time and also doing the costumes for BoTB I will assume his partnership with TS turned out to be very beneficial for him (as it should, I don’t love everything he does but there’s no doubt he is amazingly talented).

Tessa and Scott

Saving the best to last... Where do I even begin? There was so much being said prior to this tour, about how they will maybe phone it in, about how they will have no chemistry, about how Scott doesn’t care. None of it is true and this show is the best proof for it. Their chemistry is still off the charts and can be felt in every move they make. Their quality of skating is second to none, the little nods to past programs were a punch in the gut in the best way possible and their love for what they do could be seen and felt during the entire show. Scott’s energy levels for the entire 90 minutes of the show are something I have no idea how he even sustains, he was all in, and Tessa shines like the bright light she is. Together they truly give everything they have during the show.

As for the video, it was both heartbreaking and beautiful, they were both visibly emotional and said beautiful things. It is however not the only or even last thing they say about each other, so it should really be put in some perspective. The following Fix You number was also gut-wrenching and beautifully choreographed and performed.

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And to finish on a personal note - I’ve been following Tessa and Scott for close to 6 years now. It’s been a ride I could have never imagined when I first watched them skate in Sochi for the first time. So to watch them being constantly reduced to mostly made up personal drama is more frustrating than I could put into words. It was frustrating when every little thing was being used as proof of them dating and it’s even more frustrating to watch it being used as proof they hate each other and or whatever the current narrative is. It’s bad when outside forces are being accused of being the cause of their supposed hatred for each other and it’s even worse when it’s one of them that’s being cast as the villain of their story (for a long time it was Tessa, now it’s Scott). No one is saying things are the same as they used to be, but the change was bound to happen and does not mean that things are as gloom and doom as people insist they are. I’m not trying to change anyone’s mind, as I said before some people seem determined to make themselves suffer, but I’ll be damned if I let it get to me. It’s easy to lose perspective sometimes and try to use this platform to fight the negativity, but the cost of it sometimes gets too high on a personal level. So for the rest of the tour, I will do everything I can to keep myself in a positive headspace only, It’s what I deserve and it’s what they deserve as well.

#Tessa and Scott #RTR #I don't expect anyone to read it #I just needed to put it into words #and maybe it will somehow make me feel a little bit better than I have for the past few hours #not let's do the Vancouver show

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jennibeultimate · 2 years

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Personal recap Olympics 2022 - Men FS

Don't know if anyone is interested anymore, but I do it nonetheless. Again this is a personal recap, so feel free to agree or disagree with me. I needed some time to process what happened in the free skate.

I think this free skate as a whole was kinda a bit opposite to the short program. A lot skaters made many many mistakes. Some smaller mistakes, some bigger mistakes. If memory serves me right Jason Brown is the only skater without a single mistake, but ofc he wasn't performing quads while everyone else at least tried one...

First I am beyond proud of Yuzu and Shoma! ❤️ You fought well!

I like to talk about Yuzuru Hanyu first because I think him coming to Beijing was brave. He was and is still dealing with a massive injury (he iced his ankle just right after the skate), he won everything this sport has to offer, he is already in the history books not only as the first to land the 4Lo but also as the first to win a superslam, a thing no other male single skater achieved - there was no need to show up and try to defend his title. And also he knew his name would bring the media attention (his first practice was so full of reporters some had to stay out) and with all eyes on him tremendous pressure (just like Shoma acknowledged in the press con) BUT he took the challenge, he even challenged the 4A - a jump that is deemed impossible - and he was damn close in making it happen in the free. He had a gap from the SP and if he would just have wanted a medal he could have played save, but he didn't. Yuzu didn't come here to be 2nd or 3rd and he said before he knew he could only win with a landed 4A. The 4A was his primary goal, not a medal. And getting the credit for being the first skater to call himself to go for a 4A, this he has achieved. (all other so far tried 4As cannot be called 4A, because they were downgraded) Yuzu didn't go down without a fight. Yes he had two falls, yes it wasn't enough for the podium, but he was 4th in the end. He delivered the rest of his program beautifully. Yuzu had a beautiful costume and I am always in awe of this unusual unique program and music. 😍

Yuzu - I have no words to describe my gratitude for all you have done for this sport for Japan. You are the reason I got to like and watch men figure skating. I will forever be thankful to you. ❤️

Shoma Uno might be the happiest Bronze medal winner you can find at the Olympics.

Congratulations on your Bronze medal! 🥉 The 3rd Olympic medal too! Who would have thought that after all these years of struggle between Pyeongchang 2018 and now? Many ppl thought his career was over after IdF 2019 and even after last WTT2021 ppl counted him completely out of any medal contention or some were even wondering if he would make it to the Olympics. But he fought. He found a new love for skating and he found a new will to fight for the top. This is why this medal is so significant for him.

Shoma was visibly nervous during his free skate. I think he did better Bolero programs through this season, but I think no one - even if I wished for it - thought he would deliver a clean skate. Especially not with nagging injury and training loss. As you may know I am not the biggest fan of Bolero, but this version is quite catchy and not as boring as the original. Especially the step sequence was lit 🔥 the later cantilever to end is gorgeous! 😍 Yeah he had some unfortunate mistakes, but he did 5 quads! He did miss a combo and yes the free skate was obviously struggld, but there were good elements too. The spins and steps, both 3As, the 2nd 4T, the opening 4Lo. He gave away lots of points, but the high BV saved him from falling further down the ranking. Though he had a singled Flip and a combo missing, he had a whopping 88,53 BV - the 4th highest behind Nathan, Yuzu and Daniel Grassl. This and his SP gap saved him the Bronze 🥉. (and even if we would give his 4S an UR and a little lower PCS, he still would have placed before Yuzu, but ofc the gap could have been smaller, but Yuzu also had the disadvantage of the earlier group and the PCS cap applied for multiple mistakes. And seems like PCS is not applied for pops in this comp or Jason, Nathan and Yuma all would have had one major mistake, but it wasn't seen in their PCS. And Shoma's PCS would have been to be capped at 90 as well.)

Congrats to Yuma Kagiyama for taking Silvee🥈 !

Admittedly I am not the biggest Yuma fan, but I can very well see his basics are phenomenally good. He has very smooth skating just like his idol Shoma and just like his idol Shoma he took Silver at his first Olympics. I think it was one of his best performances of this program. It builds quite well. And he has very clever layout with the 3Lo combo and also adding the 4Lo was pretty gutsy considering he didn't land many of them in practice. I just feel he doesn't emote as well as others to the audience yet. And that's why - especially live in the arena - his skates don't really touch me. I mean Shoma is also small but he just has this presence on ice, ofc in the free Shoma was nervous, so he wasn't as good as he could be, but Yuma is small but also has small presence. He is cute and his reactions are absolutely adorable, but he just doesn't have the same appeal. I think on TV it's better hidden than live in the arena as TV is closer to the skater and can do some of the transport to the audience. Not to be mistaken I think he does it totally fine for his age, just I am a little astounded how high his PCS got in so little time. But I guess delivering good programs over the season helped. His Silver is well deserved. And he is definitely one of the main contenders for the next years if he stays healthy.

Congrats to Nathan Chen! 🥇

I think going back to Rocket Man was the right choice. There is no doubt about his consistency and this is also what kept him a constant frontrunner for the past years. I think his win is totally fine. He delivered two clean programs. And he really looked as if he enjoyed his program even if it only showed in the last minute. BUT wth are those 97 PCS? 😱 This is over the top, just no way justified. My continuous problem with Nathan is the way he is scored. It's not his fault and contrary to some others I don't think his quads deserve no GOEs, so I think apart from the 3A his quads are very good and his TES are mostly deservedly high. I have some beef with his spins as the positions are not pleasing to my eyes. I will never be a Nathan Chen fan as I still find his basic skating rather scratchy and I miss a good knee bend, but we all know PCS are attached to TES and this may not be right, but it can't helped. And anyone thinking Nathan deserves 7s when the last placed skater get 7s is really delusional. I have seen Nathan live couple of times and he is fast on the ice and his performance ain't as bad as some make it out to be, but is this deserving of 97 PCS, just no way. He would have won with 88-90 PCS too. Overall I think the PCS are too high and there is too little difference to distinguish between the skaters.

Junhwan Cha is my newfound love this season. And he continues to amaze me. ❤️ After that awful fall he fought so good. And his Ina Bauer is just so amazing 😍😍😍 the 5th place is a superb finish for the 4CC champ. 👍

Jason Brown - his skate was beautiful. I think it was one of the best programs of the night. But I don't know why only he is able to get sky high PCS with lower TES? And also almost everyone would probably have more transitions and more complex programs if they would skate with triples only and this is probably what gets a bit on my nerves when ppl say "Jason deserves so much better everyone else could also tone quads down and get better PCS then" but yeah only if your name is Jason you get such GOEs for triples and the PCS too. Yes I know PCS and TES should not relate, but how come TES and PCS go together for everyone, but not for Jason? Deniss Vasiljews has an equal amount of beautifully performed triples but neither his TES nor PCS reach slightly the same heights as Jason's? Maybe the passport plays a part? I am glad Jason made it to the Olympics, but he is probably the last person to get away without a quad.

Daniel Grassl moved up quite a lot. He had the 4th best free skate and I think the 3rd highest TES. I think his skating style is aesthetically unpleasing. His jump form is wild and his programs are weird, but you can see his effort. So I applaud the try. And Daniel best European skater. Well done!

Extremely happy for Boyang Jin. I think this was the first free skate in years he was really good. And that magnificent 4Lz is to die for 😍😍😍 I am sad he lost a lot on his consistency, but this is why I am so happy about his 9th place finish and it gives me hope that one day soon we'll have Boyang fighting for the podium again. 👍

The post becomes endless again that's why I will stick to some of my personal highlights:

Adam Saio Him Fa - what a cool unique stunning program full of energy. ⚡⚡⚡If he learns to control some of his energy he could also be a contender for the top!

Kevin Aymoz - maybe one of the most beautiful performers out there. 😍😍😍He seemed to have overcome a bit of his struggles during the season. I think 12th place finish was all he could hope for.

Deniss Vasiljews - such a beautiful program! ❤️ Sadly the 4S didn't happen in the free but still great effort! ❤️

Keegan Messing - he is just such a charming person and skater and he was oldest in the field. He always has very personal programs and I always smile when Keegan skates. ❤️ His baby is so adorable! What a proud dad!

Congratulations to all Olympians! May y'all have a good rest now! 😊

Thank you for reading one of the longest takes! Here is your well deserved cookie 🥠!

#figure skating #shoma uno #yuzuru hanyu #nathan chen #yuma kagiyama #Olympics 2022 #beijing 2022 #personal recap

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sugar-petals · 4 years

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i want to rec you another figure skater that you might be interested in.

junhwan cha (19) from seoul, korea — bts fan, meme lord, mesmerizing supermodel:

he’s the whole damn deal. tall, fun, and gorgeous. if you see someone this hopelessly beautiful on the ice, you found junhwan:

as a rule of thumb: he’s usually dressed in his signature lace outfits (yep) or super thin silk fabrics. his recent back slit shirt has caused a whole frenzy.

similarly, his skating is like you’re watching a baroque theatre.

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and yes, vogue already heard of him with good reason.

now here comes another feat. junhwan loves BTS! and thanks to his soft baby face combined with his height, he’s been called the ‘kim seokjin of figure skating’. he’s even skated to DNA and showed up in typical bts fashion.

jun has attended korean variety shows, too. gushing about chungha 😂 and really serving quality skating. you can tell by the vivid commentary, this guy knows how to wow the audience.

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it’s a collab of him and VIXX’ hyuk! i know i know junhwan looks even more beautiful in selfies

junhwan is not the most technical or 100% clean skater, but an entertainer he sure is. his gala performances are always memorable, he’s the kind of guy that brings his A-game when there is not a competition 😂 he’s great when the lights dim and the spotlight shines.

now, figure skaters start very early but he’s still young for that matter, we will see a lot of his development. and as you can see, he has the power of collabs on his side. it’s good to know junhwan cha if you’re into k-pop 😄 he’s your #1 fanboy in figure skating.

it doesn’t stop there: he trains under the same luminary coach as yuzuru, our dear brian orser:

so you’ll likely see these two dorking around at the same skating event. hold on to your seatbelts, it’s a double whammy.

jun is well-protected, yuzu takes care of the kiddo ✨you won’t believe it, they have a 7-year age difference. onion headline: smol uncle found babysitting prancing supermodel.

and seriously though. junhwan is cute as hell in these hats, can we talk about that 😿

and look at this. he’s just precious.

junhwan is an unproblematic legend and unsurprisingly, his fans call him their goodest boy. the only way he raised brows so far are his chaotic skating music choices lmao! if you want a meme on ice, this is your guy. he showed up like this at the olympic (!) gala:

he has courage and i like it.

the fandom has called him ‘rock lee’ (the naruto character) because of his long hair that frequently floats and fans out when jun does intense spins and jumps, creating instant memes.

even newspapers make entire headlines about it. this is the korea herald:

he can really amp up the show, but his character tends to be on the shy side regardless, frequently adorkable.

last but not least, and that’s why junhwan cha is worth watching out for in the future: he’s sporting quite some historic feats! and yes, his english is fantastic, listen to that:

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#figure skating #junhwan cha #brian orser #yuzuru hanyu #figure skating intro #bts #dna

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chokememrstark · 5 years

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We Are Electric - Starker

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Summary: During a business trip to Berlin, Tony stumbles over a group of breakdancers on his lunch break. One of them in particular sparks his interest, a gorgeously cute boy, and he can’t help but ask him out for a coffee. As it turns out, he is completely smitten by Peter, a boy he will probably never see again in his life.

Warnings: no powers!au, underage (peter is 17), fluff, strangers, really just something cute i had to do

Note: Well, this is what happens when you let me listen to 2000′s B-Boy bands, woops. Still hope you enjoy this little fic! (and yes, the title is based off the inspiration, bc I love using song titles for my fics)

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Tony tried everything he could to drop out of this trip to Berlin, but in the end, he wound up on the plane anyway, knowing that a week out of states was better than risking to lost the deal that this meeting promised. The first two days were spent rather eventless with smaller negotiations and by the time Tony left for his lunch break on the third day, he was ready to commit murder.

Since the people he talked to all day annoyed the hell out of him, Tony decided to get some fresh air and possibly a coffee. The rest of the group was going to eat at a restaurant nearby, but Tony preferred to be alone for some time and strolled down the street in search for a good place to stay at. That’s when he noticed a group of people gathered in one spot and curiosity got the better of him when suddenly music started playing.

It wasn’t the kind of music Tony usually listened to, but he still stepped closer and damn, was it worth it. There were several boys and girls who were dancing, breakdancing to be exact, and it looked almost like some sort of contest or battle. Tony always thought this kind of dancing was interesting - he could never in his life move like that but it was fascinating to watch. The girl whose turn it was finished her choreo and earned lots of applause, when suddenly someone else stepped forward.

The boy’s face was hidden by a hoodie at first, but once he stepped into the middle of the ‘dancefloor’, he pulled the hood off and Tony’s jaw nearly hit the floor. The boy was absolutely gorgeous!

“Go Pete!” someone shouted and the boy grinned, pulling his hoodie off completely and nodding. A new song startsed playing and what happened next completely blew Tony away.

The girl was good, but this boy was so much better. It looked like gravity has no effect on him. The way he flew over the ground, turned and spun, had Tony stare in complete disbelief. It was only two minutes, but it was enough to blow Tony’s mind.

When the boy stood back up, everyone around him cheered and even Tony couldn’t help but join in with the clapping that follows. The boy grinned, which made him ten times prettier, and walked over to someone else to grab a bottle of water. The contest seemed to continue as another boy walked into the middle now, but Tony didn’t have eyes for him. He kept looking at the boy from before, stunned by his obviously joy and mesmerized by his laugh and the way he smiled.

It took Tony five minutes to collect himself enough to figure out what to do. It felt like the worst luck to encounter such an incredible and fascinating boy all the way over here in Germany, but Tony wanted to at least make sure he knew how great he thought he was, so he summoned all his courage and walked over to the boy and his two friends.

“Excuse me?” Tony said, tapping the boy’s shoulder. He turned around surprised, pretty big doe eyes looking up at him.

“Huh?”

God, even his voice was adorable, Tony had to swallow down a lump that built in his throat.

“I just wanted to tell you how amazing you were over there,” he says and jerks his head towards the dancefloor where a new contestant had taken the place of the boy from before. “I had no idea it’s possible to move like this.”

The boy blinks a few times and then suddenly smiles brightly. “Thanks, man!” he answered, surprising Tony by speaking English, and his heart made a little jump. “You dance too?”

Tony laughed and shook his head. “Oh, God forbid! I’d probably break my neck if I tried,” he admitted, grinning and clearly losing some of his nervousness. “But I love watching people who can do it and you’re the best I’ve seen so far.”

“Been doing this since I was five, so thanks,” the boy said happily and held out his hand. “I’m Peter, and you are?”

“Tony,” Tony replied and shook the Peter’s hand. “Say, you don’t happen to have time to grab a coffee somewhere? I need some caffeine to make it through the day. You’re invited, of course.”

Peter tilted his head and looked at Tony for a moment before nodding and turning to his friends. He spoke to them in German, which made Tony smile because he was really fluent in it, and then grabbed a backpack from the ground, shouldering it.

“Alright, I’ve got two hours until they expect me back,” he said and looked up at Tony cheekily. “You know where to go?”

“Absolutely no idea,” Tony admitted and scratched his head. “I guess you are a bit more familiar with the place?”

Peter nodded and pointed to a building just a few feet away. “They got a nice café up there, if you want to?” he suggested. “Good spot to watch the dancers or the skaters when they do their tricks.”

Tony nodded and walked over to the building with Peter. It was a shopping mall with a restaurant and a café on the second floor. As Peter said, it was really nice and once they ordered coffee and some cake, Tony checked the view. Definitely a great position to not miss anything going on beneath them.

“I had no idea there’s such good entertainment here,” Tony laughed and leaned back in his chair. “Guess it’s not the worst place to be at today.”

Peter laughed and pulled out his phone, checking something. “We discovered it last week, it’s pretty cool,” he agreed and grinned. “Yesterday there was even a rap battle, really heard some fun insults. Tomorrow the skaters are back, I think. Some of the guys do that too.”

“You don’t?” Tony asked and Peter shook his head.

“Not good on wheels,” he shrugged. “I tried it a few times, but as soon as I’m off my own feet I turn into the clumsiest thing ever.”

“Hard to imagine, given how flexible you are,” Tony huffed surprised, but Peter just grinned.

“What can I say?” he grinned. “Dancing is my life and breakdancing is much more fun than smashing my face by losing balance on skates.”

“Sounds fair,” Tony chuckled as their order was brought to the table. “So, tell me a bit about yourself, Peter. What’s a talented boy like you doing here?”

Peter took a bite from his cake, humming pleasantly. “Enjoying my holiday,” he explained and gave Tony a sweet smile. “I traveled with my friends, but they had to leave last week, so I decided to stay a bit longer to explore the city by myself. The people here are pretty chill and I can practice the language some more by staying.”

“You’re good with it,” Tony pointed out, taking a sip from his coffee. “I still struggle with how harsh the language is sometimes.”

“You get used to it the more you speak it, I guess,” Peter shrugged. “But practicing with locals is good for improving, will come in handy back in school.”

At this, Tony frowned slightly. School? “You’re going to college?” he asked, hoping to get a yes, but instead, Peter shook his head.

“Starting my last year in high school in a few weeks,” he said casually. “Can’t wait for this to be over, trust me. Hopefully college will be a bit more relaxed.”

Tony gulped and let out an awkward laugh. Damn, so the boy wasn’t even 18 yet, or just turned 18. His luck really was something else.

“Usually it’s pretty cool if you don’t go partying every other day,” he said, smirking. “You know what you want to major in already?”

Peter nodded, his face lightening up. “Of course! I’ll go into engineering and possibly physics, but definitely engineering. I already got some colleges in mind I applied to, better get a spot early than not get one at all, you know?”

“Definitely,” Tony agreed with a nod. Peter seemed to be a smart one, he liked that. Too bad he wouldn’t meet him again after this and that he was way too young, but Tony still enjoyed the boy’s company.

They talked for almost an hour, with Peter telling Tony about how he was in drama class in school and that he wanted to keep the dancing up on the side, if only as a hobby, even when going to college in the future. Tony couldn’t say that he would tell him otherwise, Peter was damn good with it, so he should keep doing it if it made him happy.

Tony was almost sad when they had to part, but there was no way he could stay longer. The next meeting was only half an hour away and Peter’s friends expected him back soon too, so after they left the mall again, he hugged the boy quickly before smiling at him.

“Thanks for the nice lunch break,” he said sincerely. “You were much better company than the idiots I have to go back to now.”

“Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it myself,” Peter laughed and punched Tony’s arm friendly. “Don’t let them annoy you too much and if you want to, come by again later today. We will have another battle tonight.”

“I’ll try to come,” Tony said, but he already knew he wouldn’t be able to make it. The meeting was scheduled to last until way after 9 in the evening and he would be so exhausted that it would be a miracle if he managed to get out of his shoes before dropping into bed.

And just as he expected, Tony couldn’t make it. He was mad at himself and came back to the same spot for the following three days in hopes to see Peter again, but he had no such luck. Eventually, he accepted defeat and that it wasn’t supposed to be. It would have been too good to be true anyway, if he was honest.

Tony barely made it through the last day, so glad when he finally took a taxi back to the airport. The deal was settled with good conditions, that was a slight comfort, but he couldn’t wait to be back home and sleep in his own bed again. He hated sleeping in hotel beds, he just never managed to fully relax in those.

The airport was crowded and loud, perfectly adding to Tony’s already annoyed mood and the headache he felt coming up didn’t help lift it either. He checked in after almost an hour, ready to just fall asleep as soon as he was seated, when he suddenly felt a tap on his shoulder. Already preparing himself for some rude asshole thinking they were entitled to faster service, Tony turned around, only to see a pair of familiar, soft eyes.

“Now if that’s not what I call coincidence,” Peter said, looking just as cute and gorgeous as in Tony’s memory. “I missed you Tuesday evening.”

Tony swallows and just stares at the boy shocked. “Sorry, I… my meeting took longer than expected and after it I was practically dead,” he explains awkwardly.

“No problem, I got smashed by some other dude anyway,” Peter shrugged and smiled at him.

“Sir? Your ticket,” the airline employee said, turning Tony’s attention back to her. He took his ticket, nodded, and stepped aside so Peter could check in too.

“Economy?” the airline employee asked and Peter nodded, handing her his ticket. “You will be boarding last, check for your call.”

“Wait!” Tony said, a thought forming in his head. “Are there any first class seats left?”

The woman behind the counter blinked surprised and checked her computer, then nodding. “Yes, sir. There are plenty seats left in first class.”

“Upgrade his ticket, please,” he said and pulled out his wallet, handing her his credit card. “It’s on me.”

Peter’s eyes widened and he looked at him in shock. “Are you serious?” he asked, completely dumbfounded. Tony nodded.

“It’s the least I can do for breaking my promise,” he explained himself, leaving out the fact that he really just wanted to spend some more time with the boy. “Unless you mind?”

“Oh, hell no!” Peter laughed. “I never flew first class, thank you!”

“Alright, upgrade him then,” Tony nodded and turned back to the woman. She looked at both of them for a moment, then shrugged and did the upgrade for Peter’s ticket.

“Here you go, sir,” she said, handing the new ticket over to Peter. “You’ll board first and can wait in the VIP lounge for your flight to be called.”

“Come, the lounge is much more comfortable than waiting here,” Tony winked and led Peter to the VIP area, using his personal gold card to open the door.

“Damn, you’re really going all out, huh?” Peter huffed impressed as he looked around the place. Tony already sat down in one of the extremely comfortable chairs, crossing his legs.

“Flying first class has its perks,” he shrugged and grinned at the boy. “The food is much better too, trust me. You’ll never want to fly economy again.”

“I fear so too,” Peter laughed and sat down across from Tony, still checking out the room. “And all that because you said you’d come by and didn’t?” he finally asked, raising a brow.

“Partially,” Tony laughed. “Let’s keep it at that or I’ll embarrass myself.”

“I highly doubt you could embarrass yourself,” Peter chuckled and pulled out his phone. “Damn, they got good reception here. Perfect. Gotta tell my aunt I’m on the way, she keeps worrying if I don’t text her at least twice a day,” he explained and rolled his eyes dramatically.

“She’s probably just worried,” Tony smirked. “You’re pretty far away, after all.”

“Yeah, but she’s exaggerating, really,” Peter huffed. “Acts like I’m still a kid. I mean, come on! It’s not like I’m twelve, right? I’m seventeen! I can fly alone, so I can spend a few weeks away without her going crazy, right?”

Seventeen… fuck. Tony knew this much of course, but hearing Peter actually say it made it seem so much more real. He internally scolded himself for being this attracted to a seventeen year old, even if it didn’t change anything in the end.

“Typical parental worry,” he managed to say eventually and shrugged again. “At least she didn’t insist on coming with you. During my first actual holiday alone, my mother actually followed me without me knowing because she was so worried I would get into trouble.”

“Fuck, you serious?” Peter whistled and looked up, putting his phone back. “That’s tough.”

“Yeah, you bet I was quite surprised when I saw her in the hotel lobby one evening.” Tony laughed at the embarrassing memory. “I got the biggest scolding of my life for being drunk, even if I was just tipsy and didn’t do anything bad.”

“Good thing you can drink as much as you want now,” Peter grinned and winked. “I had a few beers while I was here too, pretty cool that you can drink it with sixteen here already.”

“Yeah, gives you a sense of freedom, doesn’t it?”

“And a huuuuge headache after the first time,” Peter laughed. “But it was good. I had lots of fun here and really wanna come back next year.”

“Yeah, I might too, but next time without meetings and annoing people,” Tony sighed. “Didn’t have an actual vacation in years. It’s really needed.”

They talked a bit more before their flight was called and they both got onto the plane. The first class was almost empty, so Peter simply sat down next to Tony and no one tried to stop him, given that the seat wasn’t booked anyway.

“God, there’s so much space!” Peter stretched his legs and didn’t even come close to the seat in front of him, whistling in appreciation. “I already love it!”

“One of the reasons I insist on flying first class,” Tony grinned and looked over. “Plus, no stress while boarding, good food and the flight attendants actually leave you alone when you look like you’re sleeping. No one’s going to bother you unless you ask them to or it’s time for food.”

“I feel like royalty, seriously!” Peter laughed, playing with his seat to the point he almost laid flat on it. Tony watched the boy with a gentle smile, it was lovely to see him to excited. Screw the money, it was worth spending it already, even if all they ended up doing was sleep through the flight.

Twent minutes later they were in the air and the flight attendant came over to offer them something to drink, explaining that whatever they would get was free, including souvenirs from the wagon. Peter was baffled and only managed to ask for a coke, while Tony got a coffee and some magazines to pass the time. He did have a book, but that one he already read through on his first flight, unfortunately.

As it turned out, the flight was absolutely pleasant. Tony and Peter talked for hours, even after the lights had already been dimmed so the others could sleep they continued, just more quiet. The flight was just eight hours and they had both slept in that morning, so they weren’t reall tired, even though it was a night flight.

Peter told Tony about school and living with his aunt, Tony talked about his job and the other trips he made - including one to Italy, which intrigued Peter a lot. He said he wanted to visit Italy so badly during his trip, but didn’t get the chance to do it sadly. Tony felt the mighty urge to buy Peter a ticket to Italy just so he could go as soon as they landed.

They were served breakfast around half an hour before landing and were still talking while eating. It really was the best flight Tony ever had and he was utterly sad when the flight attendants announced the landing.

When it was time to get off the plane, Peter stayed close to Tony until they got to pick up their luggage - due to their first class tickets it was much faster going through security luckily. Tony picked up his luggage first and waited for Peter to do the same. He dreaded actually leaving the airport, knowing he wouldn’t see this wonderful boy again.

Once they walked out of the arrival area, however, Peter suddenly took Tony’s hand and shook it before stepping on his toes to hug him. before he pulled back, he pressed a kiss onto Tony’s cheek, which actually made the man blush slightly. He looked at Peter as he grabbed the handle of his luggage again, a bright smile on his face.

“Thanks for the great flight, Tony,” he said sweetly and lifted a hand to wave at him. “I gotta go, my aunt is already waiting. Bye!”

Tony just waved back at the boy, unable to move and definitely blocking the exit because he didn’t move. He watched Peter run up to a woman, who hugged him tight and heard his wonderful laugh again, his heart aching at the sight. Only when someone bumped into him with a rude ‘Excuse me?’, Tony finally snapped back into reality and quickly left the area himself.

That was, when he noticed that he held something in his hand. Frowning and confused, he opened it, revealing a small folded note. Could it be? He unfolded the paper with shaky hands and stared at the writing on it, neat and pretty, just like the one who gave it to him. It contained a phone number, along with a small message that read:

Call me if you want to <3 Peter

Tony couldn’t wipe the smile off his face for the whole rest of the day.

#starker #ironspider #tony x peter #myfics #one shot #some cuteness i hope you will like

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