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wandasfifthwife · 2 months

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(1) running into you ✩‧₊˚ competing series

hockey coach!wanda x fem!ex figure skater reader

tw: creepy man hits on r, flirting (r and w), mentions to past injury (r), some mommy issues mentioned whoops, the nephew’s name is Tyler (💀)

a/n: not proofread oopsies. DON’T steal/repost my works. anyways enjoy this piece of shit. I’ll come back and edit this later.

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It’s a transition going from spending every minute in the rink to living vicariously through your nephew’s newfound interest in the ice. You’ve been taking him to lessons since his parents, your brother, has had to work every minute to make a decent living.

Seeing an ice rink after two years was strangely nostalgic. Spending every waking hour here until you’d gone and screwed your leg during practice.

You would’ve been better off without your coach at the time, your mom, yelling in your ear to get up. It’s in the past and you’re hoping it stays there.

Your nephew was about young teen, unfortunately a stereotypical teen boy who played sports. He was a good kid, but too confident for his own good and feeling the need to size up other players.

The coach of the team had been running them through drills. They were mainly on how to skate and learning specific techniques for hockey such as stopping quickly. He was picking it up quick, again too confident in his efforts but it did get him somewhere.

“Who’s yours?”

You faced the man beside you, “I’m sorry?”

He pointed, waving his finger around and it clicked for you. You waved him off, saying you were here for your nephew.

“Is he your sister’s? Your brother’s?”

“My brother’s. He’s thirteen.”

“And picking it up now? That’s a bit late.”

You laugh, “what?”

The man shrugs and leans back, “he may not be able to make varsity. I mean look.”

The frustration burned through you, feeling annoyed at his audacity. You begin to grab your stuff and move down the bleachers.

“These are kids, and they can do it as a social pastime. I did figure skating and I made it into the region competitions. I was thirteen.”

The man scoffs, “I’m talking about the young boy here and an actual sport, not twirling on the ice. I mean you didn’t go far if you’re here on a Monday night.”

With a shake of your head, you leave and officially move away to the other set of bleachers, closer to where the players got off the ice. It was surprising how aggressive some parents were with their kids doing a sport. It concerned you how concerned they were with their kid succeeding in a sport they once did.

You had sat near the railing towards the bottom, resting your head on it. There was an attempt made to forget your coursing adrenaline, watching your nephew work on sliding across the ice.

It was futile, especially with the way the man was holding his stare in your direction. Whatever his problem was, you wanted nothing to do with it. Men were weird, especially when they’re under some sort of influence.

The group huddled together in the rink, the words being spoken echoed throughout the room. The only word you understood was when they announced their team chant.

You waved back at your nephew when he skated by the window, mouthing something about, “watching him.” It was practice time, where they’re given ten minutes to skate around and practice what they learned.

He flailed around but he still got up proud, acting as if his stop and falling onto the ground was meant to happen. It was amusing, but entertaining and failed for you to realize the man was walking near you yet again.

“Hey ma’am, sorry for the inconvenience. I just thought you were quite beautiful.”

You cringe, “being mean is your flirting technique?”

“Usually chicks dig it.”

You nod and look back to your nephew but he’s relentless and doesn’t want to take no for an answer, even stepping closer to you.

“You alright here miss?”

A woman in skates appeared near you two. She was adjusting the heavy coat around her shoulders, moving to take it off with the obvious sweat on around her face and neck.

The man speaks for you, “we’re fine.”

She raises her eyebrow and tosses the coat onto the bleachers, eyes slowly looking to you for confirmation. You move away from the man and it was enough confirmation.

“Hey buddy, she’s not interested. There’s plenty of fish in the sea but a woman twenty years younger than you isn’t the move.”

With a patronizing smile and wave he began to yell at his son to leave. You thanked her, moving to do the same when she stopped you.

“Who’re you here for?”

“Tyler, what’re you here for?”

She looks confused for a moment, making a subtle gesture towards the skates on her feet, “I’m the coach.”

You swear you feel your confidence melt into a puddle. How long have you been taking him to practices and you’ve never cared to greet the coach?

“I’m terrible sorry,” you put your hand out to shake hers, “I should have introduced myself when I had begun to take him to practice. It’s nice to meet you.”

She smiles and pushes your hand away, “no need. How’re you feeling though, need someone to walk you to your car?”

“That’s quite alright, I believe I’ll be fine.”

Your nephew exits the rink then, coming to sit near you two and untie his skates. He either didn’t notice you two conversing or he didn’t care, because he had come barreling in. You take his helmet off, reminding him to not forget his bag in the locker room.

“You did a great job today, Tyler, how’re you feeling about your stops now?”

“I’m definitely better. I think I’m better than Micah too, he slides into the walls. Man has no clue on how to slide.”

She hums, “then I’ll see you tomorrow. Night.”

He waved and begins to walk behind the bleachers towards the locker room, and she looks back to you.

“I could stand at the door and make sure you two get to your car? I can see him standing at the tables looking this way. My word, is he drunk or something?”

You look and find him standing outside by himself and accept her assistance. It wasn’t that you necessarily trusted her, but she was more trustworthy than the other.

She grabs her coat and stuff on the seat, ready to go just as Tyler had ran out from the locker rooms. He smelt terrible and for some reason felt the need to stand where his sweat melted onto your skin.

“Maximoff what drills are we doing tomorrow?”

She looks relaxed, her eyes focused on him and tone kind while it feels your nerves are spiking when you see the man in your peripheral vision. He doesn’t seem to pay you any mind anymore, he looked distant while his son finished packing up.

“Okay, I’m heading off. Have a good night you two,” she looks to one more time, and you mouth your thanks. She jerks her car door open, throwing her stuff in and climbing in after.

“I love Maximoff. She’s a great coach, very professional if I could add.”

You shove him into the car, and start driving out of the parking lot. It’s fun to watch someone gain traction in a sport and see how much they enjoy learning the next steps to getting better.

“Are you staying for dinner tonight?”

“I am. Your parents aren’t getting back until later tonight, so I’m staying over tonight. Anything you want to do?”

He doesn’t seem very interested in anything you suggest, wanting to go to bed right after you both have dinner. And it’s understandable.

He had gone to bed four hours before his parents had finally begun to come home, your brother being the first home. He found you on the couch, “hey, how’re you?”

“It’s swell. I got hit on at the rink, but other than that it’s fine. Tyler’s asleep now.”

“You got hit on at the rink?”

“Opened with insults and everything.”

He empties his water bottle, his voice slightly muffled from where he was in the house, “are you okay with continuing to bring him to practice? I feel bad enough as it is. We can’t thank you enough.”

“No it’s fine. It was just sudden. I enjoy being able to see you all often,” you dangle your keys, “I’m going to head back to my apartment, I unfortunately have work tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. I’ll see you tomorrow, get home safe. Maybe tomorrow we can all eat dinner this weekend, we’d like to catch up”

“I’d love to. Sleep well, goodnight,” you wave before shutting the door behind you.

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“Tyler,” you say while finishing tying his skates, “I don’t want you to hang around Josh anymore okay? He’s a terrible influence.“

“But he’s the second best. At least he isn’t sliding into the walls.”

“I mean his personally is shit, just focus on learning the fundamentals and talk with the others.”

“Isn’t that a bad word—”

“Just get on the ice.”

He puts his hands up in offense and stumbles into the rink. You wipe your hands on your pants, “I swear—“

“That you do,” she comes beside you.

She sets her bags down beside you, leaning her shoulder against the wall. Your attention follows her fingers, a part of you hating the way she’s tying her skates. The other part got caught judging from the expression on her face.

“Are you judging how I tie my skates?”

You get slightly flustered, apologizing and fearing you’ve made her uncomfortable but all it does is grow the smile that was already there.

“Should be sorry unless you have a valid reason.”

“I figure skated,” you blurt and she looks amused.

“Do you still skate?”

“Not anymore after an injury my junior year.”

She looks earnest in her apology. In a response to not spiral you laugh it off.

“I bet it’s painful to realize you won’t be able to enjoy your passion again, but you’re here supporting him.”

“It’s not the end of the world, but it’s disappointing,” you laugh, “And of course, Tyler loves hockey. Especially when he has a coach like you.”

She leans to grab her coat, “what’s special about me?”

It’s something you’re still learning. That being how you have a knack for being flirty when you aren’t usually meaning to. In this moment though? You don’t mind.

You smile cruelly, “it’s 2:00.”

She checks her watch for confirmation and dramatically steps back onto the ice with a sigh. You feel your heart race from within your chest at the look she gave you after.

It felt like you were being called out. Her attention was on you before and after each practice. You enjoyed familiarizing yourself with your nephew’s coach (by familiarizing you mean flirting). It would make sense to leave everything where it was, but you didn’t want to.

You learned it was more than a simple surface friendship with your nephew’s coach when she slipped her number into your back pocket. And maybe the details on there that she wanted to take you out that Saturday at 8.

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thegirlwhorideslikeasamurai · 15 days

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Last night, I started another rewatch of YOI and I for the first time, I wondered what was going on inside Yuuko's brain while Yuuri was showing her his take on Stammi Vicino.

What do we know about Yuuko?

Yuuko is a big skating otaku. She's not only a fan of her former rinkmate Yuuri, we also see her swoon over Viktor and Yurio (she'd totally be the type who swoons over even more skaters, but we don't know that). When she fangirls, she fangirls hard which can even cause her nosebleed.

Yuuko is one of Yuuri's greatest supporters and someone he can confide in. Together, they copied Viktor's programmes, and she always has his back.

She knows that Yuuri has a crush on Viktor and has been emulating Viktor and striving to become as good as him since they watched the Junior Worlds together as kids.

And then Yuuko, who until that point thought that Yuuri was depressed, witnesses Yuuri skate a perfect copy of his crush's free programme that can be interpreted as a (gay) love song or a yearning for a soulmate (it's a bit more complicated than that, I had started writing a post that analyses the lyrics, but put it on the backburner for multiple reasons) and not only does she recognise the programme by Yuuri's starting pose alone, but goes immediately into full fangirl mode.

That's her face when he stops to perform towards her. In that moment, realisation must hit her that Yuuri is far from giving up skating, that he has not given up on his dream of emulating Viktor and meeting him on the ice as an equal. And he shares all this with her who had been supporting his dream from the very start.

I mean, look at his yearning expression:

Yuuri is fully immersed in his performance. However, being a fan of Viktor herself, Yuuko probably knows what the song is about. And because of that, she is able to empathise with Yuuri and can guess what's going on inside him while skating Stammi Vicino. (Figure skating 101: skaters normally perform towards the judges to increase their presentation mark. But here, Yuuri is alone with his childhood friend and the effect of the move would be wasted if he doesn't perform it towards her.)

Yuuri later explains that he has been practising this programme since the competitions ended for him three months ago. He was hoping to get back his love for skating and to remember how it was like when the two copied Viktor together. Since the disastrous Nationals, Yuuri has been working towards his comeback, even if it's hanging by a thread because he's still missing something that will help him continue and he doesn't know what it is. All he knows is that he wants to return to competition and keep on chasing his dream, and he starts all over where it began (I wrote a long-ass analysis about how Yuuri utilises Stammi Vicino for exactly that purpose here).

As one of Yuuri's closest friends, Yuuko must have guessed some of this already just from watching Yuuri skate. As a fan and a former skater, she immediately understands that he has been practising this programme for some months, and the perfection it exhibits is a telltale of how strong his dream, his obsession with Viktor is still burning inside him. You don't go to such lengths when you're not extremely passionate about something.

And that's oil in the fire of Yuuko's own fannishness. Because Yuuko is a fan of both Yuuri and Viktor, she must be burning like crazy to see them compete against each other again. She's been rooting for Yuuri from the start, she wants him to succeed and be happy and if that includes Yuuri meeting Viktor again, that would be the cherry on top.

If I was her, I would freak out, too.

We're all Yuuko in this scene. But because her character is so underrated, it took me so long to notice.

#yuri on ice #yoi meta #katsuki yuuri #yuuko nishigori #my yoi meta #not really a meta but speculation #yoi #yuri on ice meta #stammi vicino

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roseharpermaxwell · 4 months

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RWRB FirstPrince Sports (AU or Otherwise) Recs

Hockey, Lacrosse, Rugby - you name it, I'm here for it. Click below for some of my faves!

Born To Make History by @everwitch-magiks. T, 1.3k. This season, Henry has a new free skate. It's sassy, flirty, and actually genuinely fun, and somehow, it's taken him all the way to the Grand Prix Final. Still, even though Henry has perfected his lutz since his last competitive season, and gets that all too important second-half multiplier for every quad in his arsenal, he knows he isn't half as good as most of his competition. There's no way he's actually getting on the podium.

Except, one persistently curious and curiously attentive pair skater, with a distressingly attractive smile, gorgeous brown eyes and very interesting ambitions for the post-competition gala, seems to think otherwise.

'Coast-to-Coast' by @cheesecurdsgravyandfries. E, 1.3k. Lacrosse slang - when a player nearest their end-line takes the ball all the way down the field to the opposing team's end of the field.

Alex finds his old high school lacrosse jersey. Henry wears it.

The jersey is tight across Henry’s broad shoulders, the polymesh sleeves pulled by the tension, making Henry’s biceps pop, and if the hem didn’t reach the waistband of Alex’s underwear, it doesn’t stand a chance on Henry’s long torso. There’s at least two inches of skin visible between the top, and the band of Henry’s red D&G briefs - so selected tonight, because the red matches that in Alex’s high school logo on his chest. Henry looks sexy as hell, and he knows it.

i could be a better boyfriend by bananzie. T, 2.4k. It wasn't that Alex didn't like telling people about Henry—quite the opposite, actually—it was just that no one ever believed him when he did.

An AU in which Henry is one of England’s most famous rugby players, Alex met him during an exchange year, and they’re so in love it’s sickening, but no one believes him.

who are we to fight the alchemy by @coffeecatsme. T, 3.1k. INTERVIEWER: Kiss, marry, kill, between Taylor Swift, Beatrice Fox of the Tortured Poets, and Dua Lipa.

ALEX: Oh God, I’m gonna get so cancelled. Uh… Well, my sister would absolutely kill me if I killed Taylor Swift so I guess I gotta kiss her? I mean, she’s hot. And I guess I’m killing Dua Lipa? That leaves… Can I, like, take her brother instead of Beatrice Fox? He’s more my type.

Or, Cowboys star Alex crashes out of the closet in an interview. This is how everyone reacts.

Sets on the Beach by @happiness-of-the-pursuit. M, 3.6k. 95% of the able-bodied New York City queer population sign up to play intramural beach volleyball in the summer (this statistic is not supported by Nora). Unfortunately for Alex, this number includes Henry Fox and his very broad shoulders. Despite Henry’s unsportsmanlike recruiting and stupid genetic advantages, Alex is determined to take him (and the rest of Queerly the Best) down.

go the distance by @indomitable-love. T, 3.7k. His legs are like jello. He’s not entirely sure how he’s still upright. He’s running on fumes and the energy gel he’d been handed about forty minutes ago by one of the secret service as he’d passed by. Fumes, energy gel pouches, the roar of the crowd against New York streets, and pure adrenaline because he can see the finish line. He knows what’s there: June and Nora and Henry.

Henry. The reason Alex is doing this whole damn thing in the first place.

Alex decides to run a marathon. It's all Henry's fault, really.

Red, White & Navy Blue by @jedusaur. E, 4.4k. "Fine," says Alex. He clenches his jaw and his fists. "Great. Watch me. I'll bromance the shit out of the motherfucker."

Twenty Seven Batters by @historicallysam. T, 4.6k. A ballplayer will refuse to stop playing because they want one more hit, steal, strikeout. One more homerun. One more win. So they get old and they lose their skill and embarrass themselves long after they should have hung up their spikes.

If that’s the rule, then Alexander Claremont-Diaz is the exception.

Because today, at age 38, Alexander Claremont-Diaz is six outs away from a perfect game.

Catch and Release by @welcometololaland. T, 4.8k. Henry isn't good at many things, but he is fairly good at rowing - something which is very deeply fine, until a transfer student from America turns up.

When Henry winds up being Alex's roommate on a training camp, they don't get off to a great start. Fortunately, their coach has other ideas.

A slice of the rowing AU involving midnight training sessions, extreme physical exertion and just a little bit of Only One Bed.

You Spin Me (Right Round) by @myheartalivewrites. E, 5.4k. “...he signs up for Henry’s evening class again, and if he comes in wearing a cropped sleeveless t-shirt with a bi pride flag on it and skintight burgundy leggings, well, that’s just a coincidence. He doesn’t necessarily mean anything by it.”

Henry is a spinning instructor and Alex is attending his first class after being ill. The whole thing is unexpectedly moving. And horny. Everyone is WAY TOO horny.

you know i love a london boy by @coffeecatsme. T, 6.5k. “A very special friendship bracelet,” Bea corrects, with such a delight in her voice that Henry is immediately suspicious. He grabs the darn thing and twists it around, glittery beads shining under the lights of the room. A phone number, if Henry is counting them right. Despite himself, his heart skips a beat. “From the one and only Alexander Claremont-Diaz.” She grins, bouncing on the balls of her feet—the day she stops playing matchmaker for her brother will surely be a cold day in hell. The sole excitement of her life since she doesn’t do romance.

Henry twists the bracelet in his hands, counting the numbers again, and then looks up. “Who?”

Or, 5 times Alex and Henry keep their relationship a secret and 1 time they don't.

let's get lost (and let the good times roll) by riversdeep. M, 6.5k. “Fuck, sorry,” The man says, distinctly American, holding a hand out to right Henry where he’s fallen. His face comes into view as Henry lets the man pull him up, worried eyes and furrowed brows, and he’s utterly mortified to realise that the man isn’t just any random man, he’s Alex Claremont-Diaz, June’s volleyball playing brother. Her very attractive, very concerned looking volleyball playing brother.

There's No Problem That San Diego Can't Solve by @historicallysam. T, 6.7k. Alex doesn’t even bother knocking; he simply twists the knob on the door and shoves it open. His eyes narrow as the door bangs against the wall and he sees Henry on the phone. Maybe (definitely) it’s rude but his blood is fucking boiling so he doesn’t really care.

Because I’m A Scoundrel by @inexplicablymine. E, 8.3k. Alex Claremont-Diaz has exactly thirty minutes to make himself look as slutty as possible for this Halloween Gala. At this very moment he looks a little bit like a sexed up pirate, but with the addition of his small black vest - rest in peace to the Patagonia packers and finance brethren- and a low slung belt with a “blaster,” a very sex-on-legs Han Solo is looking back at him.

Henry Fox, who is both a double scull rower with enough Olympic medals it would make anyone other than Alex sweat, and the definitive arch nemesis of Alex - is wearing a white sylvette Princess Leia costume, hugging his curves in all the right ways, the clingy fabric draping to the floor.

When you and your arch nemesis show up to the most important gala of the year in a couples costume you either play it up or shut it down. Alex has a decision to make, but the way that dress is hugging Henry’s ass isn’t making that decision any easier.

(la)cross(e) my heart by weather_stained. E, 8.6k. Alex is determined to start a lacrosse team at his college. It's his junior year, and he's closer than ever. That is, until he finds out someone else is trying to start a rugby team, and there's only enough funding for one additional sport.

Clubs Day comes around, and he finds that his rival is no other than the insufferable Henry Fox. Alex definitely doesn't spent more time staring at Henry instead of running his booth, but if he does, it doesn't mean he's obsessed with him or anything.

Thin Ice series by @priincebutt. E, 8.8k. Alexander Claremont-Diaz, charismatic center for the NHL's Dallas Stars, is completely and utterly smitten with the posh British librarian he met by complete accident. Tonight is the night, and he's got a plan to completely woo Henry and get his man.

Don't Quit It by @inexplicablymine. M, 9k. “And goddamn last but not least on my Hit It and Don’t Quit It list would be the Saracens rugby player Henry Fox. That man has great depths, and he could so easily plumb my depths, if you know what I’m saying. An all-around fantastic player, but also someone who is ridiculously smart off the field. And we all know by now that everyone on this list features my mile-wide competency kink. Henry, if you are seeing this, we could play around with some balls that aren’t just in play.”

Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.

Alex has just accidentally outed himself to 6.7 million people. And according to the comments section, they seem to be all too aware.

Or... Announcing your crush via viral TikTok... that's one way to get his attention ;)

Puck It by @kiwiana-writes. E, 9.7k. “I’m English, dear,” Henry tells him, and fuck if the nickname isn’t doing something to Alex too. “Our national sport is rugby, and we play it with a lot less protective gear. Though,” he adds thoughtfully, “rugby players do wear mouth guards, which means they have the significant advantage of generally keeping all their teeth.”

“We wear mouth guards.” It’s a common misconception, and one that annoys the shit out of him. “And I’ve still got all my teeth. Wanna check?”

Love-Love by @smc-27. T, 10k. “I hear Alex Claremont-Diaz is available,” she says, and while the idea is terribly appealing, he knows that it is incorrect.

“Alex is an incredible tennis player. If he wanted to pair up, I’d be open to that.”

It is not often Henry’s mouth gets him in trouble. Years of media training and growing up with a celebrity for a dad have left him very practiced in the subtle art of the spin.

Apparently the mere mention of Alex had all that leaving his head entirely.

lacrosse, my heart by indomitablelove. E, 10k. Logically, Henry should have known to expect this. He’s aware of how lacrosse works. Or, at least, he’s developed enough of an understanding of how lacrosse works through Alex. He’s seen photos of Alex in his lacrosse uniform before, and yet somehow that still doesn’t prepare him for the sight of seeing Alex actually playing lacrosse.

Alex returns to his high school to play a charity lacrosse match. Henry joins him and sees Alex play lacrosse for the first time.

You didn't tell me you play rugby by Moony_Reggie_stars_1003. E, 10k. Alex finds out that Henry plays rugby, and has some very specific feelings about it.

Tread Lightly by @smc-27. E, 11k. Alex notices this guy the moment he walks in. Which implies that he hasn’t noticed the guy before now, which isn’t true at all. He’s seen him around. He - like everyone else - has stared at the guy’s eyes and waist and thighs and fucking Disney prince swoopy hair.

Alex is really used to hitting on people and getting the outcome he wants.

Or: Lax bro Alex wants Henry

How to stay with you by lovergalore. E, 12k. Alex feels like he hasn’t slept in weeks, which is essentially ever since he got his new roommate, Henry. Alex doesn’t have anything against his roommate—or his sexual proclivities; obviously, there’s nothing wrong with that, but it gets to a point where almost every other night Henry has a ‘friend’ over and Alex has to pull out his noise-canceling headphones to be able to endure another minute in their shared dorm.

CHECK(MATE) by ma_lark_ey. T, 14k. "It's such an unexpected pairing, a hockey player and a punk star. How'd you too meet?"

"Oh, well, it's really silly. It actually started when Alex's fans started..."

"I met Henry because my Tumblr followers started this elaborate hoax about us being best friends."

"And, let me guess, you ran with it?"

"Oh, June, you know I commit to a good bit."

Pumped by myheartalive. E, 22k. Recently moved to London, Alex meets Henry at a climbing wall, where accidental rudeness and misunderstandings keep them apart, until they don’t.

There's pining, there's climbing, there's stupid boys falling for each other, and smut towards the end.

Show Me What You’re Working With by @clottedcreamfudge. E, 23k. He doesn't want to think the words "monster cock" but frankly, it's too fucking late, because they're now living rent-free in his brain in twenty-foot high neon letters.

How does that even work? Do the women he sleeps with come out changed? Does he have the goddamn ER on alert every time he goes on a date?

Alex isn't into dick, except maybe he is, and maybe this one specifically.

the winner takes it all by @dumbpeachjuice. E, 24k. In theory, this shouldn’t be a thing. Alex has spent his whole life around other cyclists, on the track and the road and off both, and he’s never had this sort of visceral reaction to any of them.

(Well. Kind of. Maybe he let his eyes linger on a teammate once or twice. But like—Alex is an athlete. He appreciates the human form.)

But the way the muscles in Henry Fox’s thighs stretch and ripple as he urges his bike up the mountain—

Yeah.

It’s a lot.

And if Alex weren’t so determined to steal that yellow jersey off his back he’d fall off his bike.

Made the Right Selection by clottedcreamfudge. E, 27k. "You don't take 'no' for an answer, do you?" Henry says curiously, and Alex cocks his head to the side; his hair falls into his eyes just a little but he doesn't bother to brush it aside. Henry's fingers itch to do it for him.

"I do when it's the actual answer," he says eventually, and Henry's face twists into a smile.

"Right," he says.

"Alex, come the fuck on," Nora calls over from where the squad has started to wander off into whatever day there is left. Henry suspects, looking at the sun, that there's rather a lot of it to go.

"See you later, H," Alex says with a grin, and then he's gone, leaving Henry with his helmet in his hand and his heart in his throat.

Alex is a cheerleader. That's the premise.

catch my breath to breathe your name by goingmywaydoll. M, 29k. “So,” the person says without pause, “I heard you like soccer butts but not the people attached to them.”

Where Henry’s family owns a (fictional) football club and Alex is fresh from the States and the new star addition to the team and it's all entirely predictable.

Stupid Games, Stupid Prizes by JustAnotherWriter_93. E, 38k. The College AU where Alex is a football player, and Henry has had a secret crush on him for two years, attending every football game possible. Henry thinks that getting involved with Alex will be nothing but a disaster, Alex thinks that maybe he isn’t as straight as he thought, and they’re both a little bit right.

Faster, Higher, Stronger by everwitch. E, 64k. When Alex fails to qualify for the 2022 Winter Olympics, it’s all too easy to blame Henry Fox, the dual citizen who’d switched from Team GB to Team USA and snagged the last spot for men’s figure skating. After Alex is abruptly thrown back into the games, he forms an unexpectedly deep connection with Henry. But no athlete who aims for the top of the podium can afford any serious distractions. Will Alex be able to keep his flaring emotions in check and take home the Olympic gold medal he’s always aimed for?

Baseball Boyfriends series by bleedingballroomfloor. E, 121k. “It’s just — I’ve had such a hard time feeling like I really belonged. I think that’s what got me in the slump in the first place. But coming back here, seeing all the love I still got even though I’m not on the Rangers anymore… that really helped. And being on the Mets, being in New York — you helped with all of that. More than you’ll ever know.”

Or, Alex and Henry are dumb, horny disasters. With an added bonus of baseball.

A Sporting Chance series by clottedcreamfudge. E, 236k. "Marry Henry - destination wedding. Combine all of our names so paperwork is a fucking nightmare." Henry stares at him and Pez rolls the dice, and-

"Congratulations to Alex and Henry Claremont-Diaz-Fox-Mountchristen," he says with a bright grin, and Alex punches the air and makes a 'whooping' noise. "Your wedding is attended by the Beckhams, the President, and several key members of congress. Henry is very gentle on your wedding night." Henry is going to fucking kill Pez.

"Fucking sweet," Alex says, because Henry is apparently the only one here trying not to have a coronary about all of this.

It had just been a party game, except now Henry is in way over his head.

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astyrial · 5 months

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your missing sign suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you wonder what'll happen at the end of your skate together word count: 1.1k warnings: skate blades, rom-com ending masterlist | requests are open part 1 / part 2

"my hands won't stop shaking, kiyoko," you watch as your fingers tremble upon trying to tie the laces of your skates.

despite your years of competitions and experience skating with actual figure skaters, this is the most worried you've ever felt. part of you assumes it's because suna might not be able to catch you when you fall. while the rest of your brain knows it's because you don't want it to end. you don't want to finish the skate and watch him leave seconds later, yet you know it's bound to happen.

and yet your hands can't stop shaking from the inevitable. "y/n, first of all, nothing bad is going to happen out there. you're both good skaters and you'll know what to do. and secondly, he likes you!"

"you have no idea-"

"you don't see the way he looks at you when you practice..."

an eyebrow raises on your face, an unimpressed frown lining your lips. you wanna believe kiyoko's fantasy of the two of you kicking it off by the end of it. yet, you can still feel the lingering doubt deep within. even when you look up and see suna not too far off, his hand waving.

it's a short wave, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. you raise your hand and give him a similar wave, the only difference being that you are waving him over to where you are. even if the two of you parted ways forever, you figure that it would be on good terms. or at least, better terms, than where you started.

kiyoko knowingly backs away, saying goodbye before retreating for her husband and figure skating partner. what you don't see is the soft smirk on her face as she walks away. certain that the two of you will get together.

"hello partner, you ready to throw me around?" you question, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

partner? your mind rings with disbelief that you would ever call someone 'partner' like a cowboy. let alone someone you're romantically attracted to. luckily, it just causes him to laugh, shaking his head in confusion. he holds out his hand for you to grab, raising an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his face, "partner? i thought we were just two skaters who won't ever skate together past this experience."

"i wish we weren't..." you mumble, grabbing ahold of his calloused hands and pulling yourself up.

suna tilts his head, unable to pull his eyes away from yours. "wait, what did you say?" a small smile grows on his face and his hand holds just a little tighter against yours.

you shrug, heart beating a little quicker at the sight of his face less than a foot from yours. despite ending up with close bodies and faces every practice, you can still feel the heat in your cheeks raise to that of an uncomfortable level. his smile stays fit on his face as he awaits an answer from you.

"i wanna make sure i heard you right, what did you say?" suna's eyes begin to search yours, unwilling to move to anything else.

"nothing, i just think we should get ready, our skate is almost up," of course you wanted to tell him, tell him that despite what little time the two of you spent together, you feel strongly for him.

however, every rational part of your mind is screaming at you that this is nothing but a winter fling. that the two of you will leave each other in a few meek hours. that suna is simply asking because he wants to see whether you told him off or something. your eyes look between him and the ice, shaking your head.

you couldn't possibly tell him, not when he could so easily push you away. no matter how hard his eyes stare into your soul, you can't bring yourself to tell him that everything you've wanted the past few days is in front of you. especially when you didn't know why there was such a switch in your heart.

"you said it yourself, we're just two skaters who will part ways after this event, let's get on with it," you pull your eyes from his, looking down at your skates, the laces pulling all of your attention.

"i was joking, y/n. and when i told you that at the beginning of our practices, i didn't know you then. i certainly didn't know how amazing of a person you are," suna sticks to your first name, rolling it off of his tongue like the two of you had known each other forever.

thoughts roll into your head that he could be lying, that he's faking it to make fun of you. that maybe no one could like you like that. anxiety bubbles up through your body, and you bite your lip, keeping your eyes to the floor. suna furrows his eyebrows, lifting a hand until your chin rests on his index finger.

he lifts your head up, a small smile on his lips, "you're phenomenal, and if you really don't want this to end, something that i hope is more than just a partnership, then i don't either."

"i'm so happy you said that," you reach forward and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"i am too," he leans forward, tilting his head a little as he brushes your lips with his.

it's such a soft touch that it nearly tickles you, your hand tightening against his. you push forward on the balls of your feet as your face begins to feel warmer. without thinking, suna begins to smile into the kiss, his lips soft and somewhat delicate.

you probably could've stood like that for forever, his thumb running against his your cheekbone, his fingers carefully resting on your knuckles. however, as mysterious as fate can be, someone shouts out your names. the voice sounds so familiar as it says something.

"y/n! suna! your skate is about to start!" kiyoko stands side by side with tanaka, their arms intertwined as she waves you over.

suna pulls away from the kiss, his eyes lingering between your eyes and lips. he lets out a short sigh and a part of him wants to say 'fuck it' to leaving the competition just to be with you. however, as he watches you smile wildly at kiyoko and at the ice, he knows that skating with you would be the best experience he could go through.

"suna, would you want to go get coffee after this?"

"absolutely, and call me rintarō. i think it would sound best coming from you."

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rikeijo · 1 year

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Today's translation #241

Yuri!!! on Life official guidebook, Miyamoto Kenji's interview

Part 4.

--- So it means that the Director listened to the song, and decided that "here goes a jump", "here goes a spin" and then she asked you to create a program that could get a specific score?

"Yes. When I do a choreography for real life skaters too, I don't tell them what elements they should include in it. Because it's the coach who knows their skaters the best, I always ask the coach to decide that. That's why, in case of this anime, I've been listening to Yamamoto Director and Kubo-san's requests while imagining that they are the coaches of all the skaters. So after listening to their requests as to what kind of choreography they want, I've created programs for all their students.

--- The way competitors are portrayed [in the anime] is also so well-researched.

"Of course, there are also a few things that makes you think "Nah, it's not possible", but, for example, the face [a character makes] when he meets with an older skater he always looked up to - I thought, "Yep, you really see skaters like that". They compete in the same competition, but still ask for an autograph. Outsiders may think that skaters should treat each other more like rivals, but skaters are actually quite friendly with each other. This characteristic [of figure skating world] was also portrayed in the anime and for me, it was a lot of fun to watch.

--- So in contrast, what would be impossible outside the world of anime?

"First of all, you don't go around kicking people.

--- And toilets?

"You also don't go around kicking toilets' doors (laugh). Other than that, the fact that everyone seems to speak a common language and be able to communicate. But a lot of what's shown in the anime is too real and that's what made it really interesting. People who help us with filming, Odagaki Kanako-sensei [Minami's coach] and Muramoto Satsuki-sensei [Phichit's coach], also made an appearance. I didn't, though.

--- You didn't make an appearance.

"I was watching while expecting it a little bit that maybe perhaps… But it was like: I'm not here. At all… Until the very last scene… I thought: What? It's already over now! (laugh).

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yunjardi · 2 years

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you'll never skate alone again (90's au) teaser/preview

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pairing: non-idol jake x fem. reader

genre: smut [mdni], angst, fluff

warnings:

smut; i'll expand on the smut warnings later on [mdni], mentions of blood and injuries, smoking, drinking (mentions of alcoholism), depression, implied suicidal thoughts, mentally abusive parent (mother), broken family/home, briefly running away from home [i'll definitely expand on these warnings if applicable once the fic is fully finished]

synopsis:

after being alone and stuck in your mind for years, you began to skateboard as a hobby; it quickly became the only thing you wanted to do, and you couldn't remember life before the day you first stepped on an old skateboard with your beat-up converse.

it wasn't until you met a guy at your local skatepark that you had a reason, other than skateboarding, to look forward to the next day. the hours you spent at the skatepark weren't so lonely anymore and now, maybe you had a reason to try to be... happy.

background info:

this story takes place in seattle in the u.s., and the main character (y/n) and jake are both 18 years old (legal age in the u.s. and seniors in high school)

p.s. this will be written in intentional lowercase

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"hey, wait up!" you laughed as jake began to skate in front of you before you were able to get on your board, "everything is always a competition with you, isn't it?" you teased playfully as you quickly caught up to him.

you looked over at him to see his smile; that smile that you couldn't seem to get enough of. secretly, you really liked when he'd skate away from you super fast to tease you because it gave you a chance to see how unbelievably attractive he looked when the wind rushed through his hair, making a carefree smile form on his face.

it was definitely too late at night for two teenagers, who had school the next day, to be going on a late night rendezvous, but you didn't care; you didn't care about anything when you were with him. he made you feel as if life had more to offer than what was previously dealt to you; your new reality was a complete 180 from what it once was.

nights like these made you realize how much jake meant to you. how much he'd changed your life for the better. how much he'd opened your eyes to a kind happiness you would've never known existed if it weren't for him. how much you loved him.

love... a word that you hadn't used in a genuine manner in ages until jake skated his way into your life then into your heart.

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a/n: hi gang i hope this teaser made you feel a little excited for the skater boy jake fic <3 i'm working really hard on it so i hope it's up to par with what you guys are imagining it to be lol

p.s. dw i'm still gonna be writing MHBTD at the same time as i'm working on this fic so you can still expect new chapters to come out soon :)

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-jake whore jardi <3

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sxmjxkxz · 1 year

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— psh. Take My Hand

The Confession Chronicles

park sunghoon x reader | wc: 3,590 | english | fluff |

a/n: may contain grammatical errors | lowercase intended | contains cursing/name calling | i don’t know much about ice skating so i’m sorry in advance :”>

🖇️. first encounter

summer, that time of the year when kids and teenagers run wild and free, leaving behind all burdens and worries behind to make the most out of their break.

some would find themselves at a beach, cooling themselves down from the heat. some would go out of the city, out of the country, wanting to experience new sights. some would stay home and laze around, taking the word “rest” into a literal sense.

now the word “rest”, especially during the summer, was a luxury for park sunghoon. summer was the time when students were free from their academic duties and responsibilities, and with more time to spare, sunghoon was able to fully focus on figure skating training.

sure he was able to beat the summer heat, though he did so while being stuck in an ice rink for about six hours (or more) to train for competitions, to win, to build his name.

for sunghoon, skating was a friend he’s known since he was a child. something that was once his sense of escape and enjoyment, but was now his whole future, the center of his life. sure it was lonely at times, being the only guy training, but he did enjoy gliding over the ice, dancing along to express his story.

“doing well as usual hoon, i smell champion at the next regionals.” sunghoon humbly smiles at his coach’s remark.

“thanks coach, couldn’t do it without you.”

“you humble yourself too much kid. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

sunghoon gives his coach a bow as he skates off the rink. usually he would take this time to skate around the rink freestyle, just to get the stress of training out of his system. but since it was summer the arena was freely open to the public who wanted to cool off by skating.

he sits on one of the benches, a small smile forms across his lips as the rink gets filled by people, families, friends, even couples. it amuses sunghoon how much people enjoyed skating, whether or not they were good at it.

but one girl in particular caught his eye. he noticed how her legs were visibly shaking as she was gliding, well more of stepping, on the ice. his brows furrow as she fumbles, trying to avoid the other skaters who were zooming past her.

‘she’s gonna hurt herself at this rate.’ he thinks to himself as he takes to the ice, and just in time as another speeding skater zooms past her. sunghoon swiftly wraps an arm over her shoulder and holds onto her arm to stop her from falling.

“oh my . . . hayss i told them i didn’t want to go skating.” he chuckles as he hears the girl curse under her breath. “you should try holding on to one of the skate aides for the kids, you’ll hurt yourself.”

she suddenly pushes herself away from him, still shaking even while just standing on the ice. “i can take care of myself ,thank you very muAHH—ch . . . thank you.” her cheeks turn red as she clings onto sunghoon as another skater zooms past her.

“uh-huh . . . you know i can teach you a bit. my ride doesn’t come for a while.” he suggests, half hoping she would agree. he watches as the girl turns to a group of teenagers their age skating in the middle of the rink, probably her friends who looked too busy to notice their friend.

with a heavy sigh she breathes out a “yes”.

“take my hand.”

“what?!” the girl feels her whole face heat up to which sunghoon laughs at. “what? you’ll hold on to the air around you while learning?” he jokes, earning himself a soft punch from the girl.

“very funny of you . . .”

“sunghoon, park sunghoon. and you are?”

“y/n, y/f/n”

sunghoon reaches out his hand again. “ready to skate y/f/n?” y/n couldn’t help but smile at the guy’s eagerness, finding it cute.

“not like i have a choice do i?”

🖇️. the realization

and as they always say, all things must come to an end. much to every student’s enjoyment, summer has finally come to an end.

y/n grimly looks up at the building in front of her. “come on it’s the first day, lighten up will you?” her friend jake nudges her, to which she gives a forced smile at.

“wow you’re a perky character . . . hey, what's going on? why’s everyone running?” jake looks around as their schoolmates start to gather around, running frantically around the area.

“hey!” y/n scolds as someone forcefully bumps into her shoulder. as more students gather she and jake are separated. “jake?! fuck! oh my— i’m so sorry!” she says as she bumps into another student.

“wow, even off the ice you still find it hard to balance yourself.”

her eyes widen as she hears a familiar chuckle. a chuckle she only heard once, but stuck to her the whole summer.

“it’s good to see you again y/n.” he smiles, to which the girls around the area squealed or swooned at. over the summer y/n learned that the guy who taught her to skate, the guy currently standing in front of her, was park sunghoon, the country’s youngest rising figure skater.

“sunghoon?! what are you doing here . . . and why are you wearing our uniform?!” she rambles on, forgetting about the crowd around them.

“listen, i’d love to chat, but could you possibly help me find this room first?” he says, pointing to his class registration papers. “oh, you’re with me . . . take my hand.”

“i’m sorry?”

“just . . . take my hand will you?” sunghoon did as told and was surprised as the girl pulled him as she ran, taking him away from the crowd. when they finally outran almost all of the school population, she finally halts to a stop.

“sorry for the rush, just thought you’d want your first day to be less crowded.” she laughs breathily, still trying to catch her breath. sunghoon couldn’t help but stare in awe at the girl who just saved him, for a lack of a better term. “thanks, new friend.”

sunghoon laughs as the girl quirks a brow at him. “new friend? . . . with you? . . . and that crowd? bruh, you’re gonna get me an instant beating from the whole female population of this school.” she cries.

“fine, fine, acquaintance then?”

“hmmm”

“stranger?”

“much better” she smiles. “okay then, strangers it is.” sunghoon rolls his eyes.

but as time passed over the past few months, y/n learned that sunghoon didn’t quite grasp the concept of being “strangers”. if y/n could have a penny for every single time she came across a pissed off or jealous student, she’d be rich at the moment.

“hey y/n wait up!” the girl takes in a sharp breath as she hears sunghoon’s voice call out to her in the hallway. and as always, whispers rose and she started to get looks. “damn, hoon really got all the girls here hating on you.” jake jokes, earning a glare from the girl.

“hey jake!”

“ayo hoon, the bane of y/n’s existence, and the highlight of my day!” jake says as he exchanges a fistbump with the guy.

y/n was about to open her mouth when she overheard what the other girls around were whispering.

“such a pick me girl for befriending hoon.”

“she’s not even that special?”

“what’s up with the act? acting all tough to date him?!”

“for your information, if anything, I’m the bother to her. weren’t you told it’s bad to bark if you don’t know anything?” y/n stifles a laugh as the group of girls near them displayed shocked and disgusted looks on their faces.

jake scoffs as the girls leave. “seriously, do they have nothing better to do?” he shakes his head.

when the hate train started y/n did admit that she felt as if she’d gotten low blows to the gut every time she’d hear something bad about her. but each time he would be there, and each time, though she never really said it out loud, she was grateful for sunghoon’s help.

she remembers the time when one of their schoolmates was about to purposely spill chocolate milk over her uniform during lunch, but sunghoon was quick to block their way, instead dirtying his uniform.

she also remembers when hoon would intercept all the hate notes she got. grabbing the notes from her hands before she could read them, and once getting caught breaking into her locker to throw away the ones inserted in.

“see she’s not even listening, even after you saved her ass for how many times already.”

y/n was brought back to reality as sunghoon and jake laughed. “i’m sorry, what were we talking about?”

sunghoon laughs, “i was asking if you wanted to go home together. jake has football practice so he can’t.” y/n raises a questioning brow at her best friend, knowing that he wasn’t scheduled for practice that day. but before she could say anything, the guy was already pushing her toward sunghoon.

“yeah last minute so why don’t you have fun you two.” jake shoos them away with a wink.

and so there they were at the school’s gates, but before y/n could turn toward her usual route, she was pulled by the backpack. “uhm, sunghoon? this is my way home, remember?”

sunghoon gives her a boyish smile. “i know this is last minute, but i was wondering if we could take a short detour . . . don’t worry, i already asked your mom.” y/n gulped, wondering running her mind over what the guy had planned.

“come on? we don’t want to keep you out too late.” he says, extending his hand out for her.

throughout the commute, y/n couldn’t help but wrack her brain over where they were headed to that they needed to take a taxi and a bus ride. but every time she tried asking, sunghoon would just laugh and joke around that she didn’t trust him.

when they finally arrived at their destination, a groan was the first thing that came from the girl. “the ice rink? come on bro, i skated one time and never had since that day.”

but sunghoon ignores her, instead pulling her into the arena. “uhm . . . sunghoon, we’re the only one’s here, is this allowed?”

sunghoon raises a card to her face but quickly keeps it before y/n could see what was written on it. “perks of an athlete, now come on!” sunghoon suddenly lets go of her hand and runs up the stairs to the last row of seats in the arena.

“hey wait up!” when she finally reaches the top to an out of breath yet still smiling sunghoon, she throws him a weak punch to the shoulder. “give me a heads up next time will you . . . woah . . . you can see everything from up here.”

y/n’s eyes marvel over the view. standing in the last row allowed her to get a clear and full view of the rink as well as the reflecting effect brought by the lights from above.

“i’ll be skating over this rink again soon you know.” y/n’s view was then blocked by the same card sunghoon showed her a while ago. she then realized that it was his competitor’s id.

“what?! O=oh my gosh congrats hoon!” she throws herself onto the guy, giving him a hug. sunghoon felt his cheeks heat up, but quickly pats her back to reciprocate. “thanks y/n, it means a lot.”

“wait so when does your training start?”

“about that . . . i’ll be taking a leave of absence from school for a while to focus on training.”

“oh . . . when?”

“starting tomorrow”

a small ‘o’ formed in y/n’s mouth, realizing how soon she would not be able to see the guy. she knew how time consuming training was for athletes, take jake for example who had to stay behind after school hours. “what’s with the frown? i’ll be back anyways.” she blushes as the guy teases.

“i’m not! but hey . . . i mean i’ll miss having you around— IN A PLATONIC SENSE! like i mean to fend off those girls from school, NOT THAT I CAN’T DO IT MYSELF, i’m rambling aren’t i?”

sunghoon chuckles as he ruffles the top of y/n’s hair. “you and jake can drop by here after school, but i can’t promise i’ll have time to hang with you guys.”

y/n shakes her head. “no worries, you got to get your head in the game anyways . . . just come home a winner to make up for it.” she jokes.

“that i can do . . . and yes, i’ll miss being around you too.”

sunghoon’s last words resonated in y/n’s mind. she didn’t have time to react or clarify because his coach arrived the same time her mom came to pick her up.

it’s been a week since she last saw the guy. she never found the time to visit him in the arena as she was equally busy with school work, and every time they talked online, it would be short and quick to not keep him from training.

as she hears the muffled sound of her name being called out, she was brought back to reality. “hey y/n!” her eyes widen as she watches jake running after the bus from the window. “oh shit i didn’t go down!”

“sorry miss, we’re on a tight schedule this morning.” she mentally curses at herself upon hearing the bus driver.

with a huff she sits back down, wondering how else she was going to get to school. but her wondering didn’t last long as she saw the next stop the bus was heading to.

‘well, might as well go since i’m headed there.’

true enough, y/n was able to enter the arena along with other audiences and guardians of the athletes. she quickly headed to the last row, not wanting to grab any attention to herself as she was in school uniform. “let’s hope they can’t see me from here.” she mumbles to herself as she takes a seat.

she smiles as her eyes land on a familiar figure gliding over the ice. “woah he’s really good.” she muses as sunghoon jumps into a spin, and for the whole time, her eyes never left him.

she notices the lightness and grace in his movements, similar to how he moved around in real life, as if he were a prince. suddenly, sunghoon falls on his arm onto the ice after landing the wrong way.

“shit!” she curses out loud, making some of the people around turn her way, including sunghoon. y/n quickly pulls her hoodie down her face and ducks before quickly shuffling out of the arena.

“that was close, shit i hope he didn’t see me!”

sunghoon groans as he feels the ache all over his body. “hey that was a pretty bad fall bro, you good?” jisung, another competitor and his friend, worriedly asks.

sunghoon moves his arm around, there was pain, but still bearable, especially since he saw y/n today. “all good, nothing i haven’t gone through before.”

the guy gives him a pat on his back. “nothing gets past ‘the’ park sunghoon. hey did you hear the girl who cursed when you fell? do you know her?”

sunghoon smiles as he puts his skates back on. “that’s y/n.”

“wait, y/n? as in—”

“yupp, guess she didn’t want to let me know she was here today. suddenly got too excited too and i landed on the wrong foot.” jisung suddenly threw playful punches at his friend. “congrats bro! imagine bringing that champion title back to your girlfriend!”

“well, she’s not my girlfriend Jj.”

jisung shakes his head. “hard to believe, you’ve been talking about her all summer, and then you also kept talking about school stories with her, and you mean to tell me that you haven’t made a move yet?”

the guy rolls his eyes as sunghoon nods his head.

“you gotta say something bro, you’re whipped, and by the looks of it, i think she is too.”

as sunghoon lay in his bed he repeated jisung’s words. “i should . . . but what are the chances she feels the same?”

he then turns to a framed photo of him, y/n, and jake, a gift the two gave him before he started training. he feels his heart beat faster as his eyes land on the smiling girl in between.

“but it’s better to take the chance than to take none at all.”

🖇️. the confession

y/n was nervous, well it was an understatement to how she was actually feeling, even though she wasn’t performing.

true to his word, sunghoon got her and jake front row seats to watch the competition.

“okay you gotta stop worrying, hoon’s got this, and sorry to burst your bubble but you aren’t part of the lineup.” y/n mutters a quick apology as the lights dimmed, signalling the start of the competition.

she had to admit that all the skaters were good, too good, making her worried about sunghoon. ‘trust him y/n, he’s got this.’

“next on the ice is the national ice prince, park sunghoon.”

y/n sat back up as the arena burst into cheers, looked like they had their favorite. as the song began and sunghoon began, y/n was pulled in, as if it were just him and her in the rink and no one else.

then came the part where he had to jump, the part she remembered he fell at. “come on hoon, you got this!” she mutters to herself, earning a weirded out look from her friend.

she cheers along with the crowd as he nails his landing and twirls to end his performance. as he starts to bow their eyes meet. sunghoon gives her a cheeky smile as she mouths him a “congratulations”.

it was finally awarding time and all skaters were lined up on the ice, standing side by side. when it was time for the top three to be announced, y/n prayed hard, hoping sunghoon would make it in.

“congratulations silver medalist . . . park isung!”

jake laughs as her excited expression falters. “the wrong park girl.”

the lights dimmed once again as it was time to announce the champion of the competition.

“and for the grand champion . . . congratulations gold medalist . . . park sunghoon!”

a wide smile spreads across y/n’s face upon hearing sunghoon’s name. she laughs as his skater friends as they crowd around to hug him.

as sunghoon takes his stand on the platform, they once again meet eyes. y/n’s heart flutters as he lifts his medal and points toward her.

“really, that medal was all because of me.”

“yeah, yeah, congratulations to you too sim.”

for the nth time y/n checked the time on her phone. it had been a while since the event ended and only a few people were left around the area. jake had to take off because of another family event.

“gosh where is he? it’s getting late.”

y/n looks around but there is no sign of sunghoon anywhere, but her eyes do land on another park she was familiar with.

“hi, uhm, i’m a friend of sunghoon’s, may i ask where he is?” jisung smiles before he nods his head toward the arena.

“he should still be in there, go right ahead.” he says with a cute eye smile before taking his leave.

y/nfurrows her brows as she is met with an empty and dimmed arena. “there’s no one here—OH!” she shields her eyes as a spotlight suddenly shines brightly onto the ice, and there was sunghoon, standing in the middle.

“there’s the champion!”

“wait!” sunghoon stops her before she could come any closer. “i have one last performance to show for tonight . . . just for you.” y/n watches as sunghoon takes a deep breath before gliding over the ice.

she worries as he moved more quickly compared to when he was performing. he finally skidded to a stop in front of y/n. he jumped over the barrier and busied himself as he removed his skates.

“shm sunghoon—”

“take my hand, y/n.”sShe shakily takes the guy’s hand before he guides her back to the top row of the arena. she looked over the ice and what she saw almost made her want to tear up from the overwhelming feeling.

there she saw a heart drawn on the ice with her initials also drawn in the middle.

“i know i may have really come off as annoying to you . . . but that was because . . .” sunghoon gently turns y/n to face him. “i like you, y/n.”

y/n tightened her grip on sunghoon’s hand which still held her’s, afraid that she would literally fall down from the butterflies she felt in her stomach.

“you really wanna go out with a girl who knows little to nothing about skating?”

she laughs as sunghoon pouts, thinking. “well, if she agrees, i’ll be willing to teach her what i know. but i can’t force her if she continues to be stubborn. kidding!” sunghoon adds as y/n rolls her eyes.

“i’m willing to learn if that's gonna make you happy, hoon. see i can be open to learning new things!” she sticks out her tongue. “okay let’s start—”

“what?!”

“let’s start going out, you gotta let me finish first babe.”

“. . . smooth park, real smooth.”

by. atchi 🚬

#enhypen #park sunghoon #sunghoon enhypen #sunghoon x reader #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fic

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myjunkisyuzuruhanyu · 1 year

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Reply Part 2

As Part 1 was already very long, here comes part 2 with replies to @winged-wolf-dreamer questions:

Quoting only those not answered already from the question:

"[...]Yuzu and Nathan weren't competing, how did the men's field feel without the two titans? And any other thoughts on the season (and also Shoma's season in particular if you want)"

How did the season feel without Yuzu and Nathan?

Weird. 😂 I mean Yuzu has been competing for 12 years in seniors. I followed his skating closely for the past 9 years. He is the reason this blog exists so without Yuzu it was weird at first. I miss Yuzu dearly. But ofc I also miss especially seeing Yuzu and Shoma together at competitions. They have been my emotional anchor for so long. It's quite sentimental. An aera was closed. 😢

And also Nathan being the consistent Gold winner for the past 4 years definetly had a big impact on the competition.

But ofc when one door closes another opens and Shoma walked through in amazing fashion. Shoma was always a force to be reckoned with when Yuzu and Nathan were competing. He may not have been as consistent as Nathan or as superior in overall packaging like Yuzu, but he always had all the abilities to compete with them. It was only logical in theory that he would step in as the men field leader, BUT it doesn't mean it would happen because it's not an easy thing to carry those expectations alone on your back. Shoma walked this season with confidence and a sense of chaos. Like I said in my previous answer, isn't it amazing that he is finishing the season undefeated though he didn't perform his full content? His development in the past year is so crazy. Call me sentimental, but Yuzu once said at the 2018 Olympics: "If I'd say today that I retire [...] I know I could leave it to Shoma, but for now I think I should stay and take care of him a bit longer[...]" and so it seems Yuzu did take care until Shoma could handle it on his own. (it's not a direct quote I'd have to search for the direct quote but this was the gist of what Yuzu said) When Yuzu retired Shoma was ready to take over the spot of main character where Yuzu left a space. Of course you cannot simply take someone's place, everyone has their own right and own impact and stories to be told and Shoma already had impact in skating when Yuzu and Nathan were still competing, BUT at this point there is no doubt about who is the leader in the men field. His name is Shoma Uno!

In general I think ofc the level suffered with Yuzu and Nathan gone and also with Yuma not being able to compete. The other male skaters are good, but where there used to be 3-4 skaters at the top, there is only one now - Shoma. (I hope Yuma can return at full potential next season!) Ilia - though highly anticipated and hyped up - could not fill the gap that was left. Also Team Japan men field is very deep and each of them is really good, but no one is at Shoma's or even Ilia's technical level. Technically Ilia could have surpassed Shoma but not with the lack of artistry and packaging and with being so young and inexperienced. (the kiddo had a lot of pressure and also experienced quite some unwarranted hate) Also Yuzu and Nathan gone did give way for some new breakout stars in the season. We had some medal surprises in a lot of competitions. Men was never predictable besides medals for Nathan and Yuzu but now the medals especially when Shoma was not competing were very open. It was not a few competing for 1st but sometimes 6-8 potential medal winners. I like that. 😁

Any other thoughts on the season and Shoma's season in particular?

I think for a season after the Olympics where many skaters retired or chose not to compete it was a great season. Some new breakout stars like Kao Miura, Ilia Malinin, Isabeau Levito, but also skaters coming out of the shadow like Sota Yamamoto or Shun Sato did make this an interesting season. It was never boring, it was hardly predictable and most importantly it was a full season without major competitions being canceled or postponed. Covid is overall not an issue anymore which is just a thing itself to celebrate.

About Shoma's season - I can only repeat myself that Shoma had an amazing season result wise - undefeated champion. He carried the men field on his back and many skaters named Shoma as the skater they were looking up to. He really is the main star of the current competition.

Up until JNats everything was going smoothly. Shoma paced himself well to finish the GPF strong and confident, also Japanese Nationals worked well considering the GPF was close. Worlds was not as confident as the GPF due to his injury. The outcome however was a Gold medal as expected. The finish of the season was ofc not the best way - ending the season with a withdrawal is never how you want to end a season and it's also his first withdrawal ever bc of injury in over 50 competitions. The ending however doesn’t take away from the great performances he showed throughout and most impressively that he never backed down, never eased his content when he could have won with less BV, never any minute did not give his all.

I personally was the most happy at the GPF. It was just amazing to see his practices and competition and the way to support was in person and that always feels special. Worlds was worrying especially because of his interview, but considering his condition you could really not have expected it to end any better.

I think Shoma at this point of his career knows exactly what he is capable of and knows exactly what he wants to do and how to train. I also think you can see this in the way that he doesn't need a coach to permanently support him at daily practice. He mostly needs it right at the competition as moral support. Also shoutout to Demi-san who I personally think is more important than even Stephane for Shoma's wellbeing. I think without Demi-san Shoma may have not been able to compete at Worlds.

Japan is lucky to have such a strong field and I think that also motivates Shoma. I also think having Ilia in the competition who is able to do just as many quads is a good motivation for Shoma too. And Shoma is a great motivation for Ilia as well as Ilia said he saw that only quads won't do it and he has to work on his artistry as well. If Shoma brings more attention to artistry then the men field can only benefit. Same for the ladies where you had great performances and you can see that you don't need those quads in ladies to have a good competition.

Thanks to all the skaters for an enjoyable season! 😊

Thank you @winged-wolf-dreamer for your constant asks in my inbox!

And thank you dear followers for reading my posts! Thank you for your support! ❤️

#shoma uno #figure skating #season recap #personal #replies #Thank you everyone!

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rikisgff · 1 year

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pairing: park sunghoon x reader!

genre: angst.

w.c: 641

warnings: drowning, mentions of death.

author notes: helloo! first of all, sorry for any grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language. that's it, i hope u enjoy! 🤗

Tragic Love On Ice

Park Sunghoon was an experienced and skilled figure skater, known for his impressive leaps and graceful pirouettes.

He always had your support as his best friend who accompanied him to all competitions.

One day, Sunghoon found himself thinking about you, and how important your presence was to him, how happy he was just to be able to see you, and how he loved skating or doing anything with you. It was on that day that he realized he was falling in love with you.

Since then, days passed... months... years...

And he was absolutely sure that he loved you and that he wanted to spend the rest of his days by your side. But you were not aware of his true feelings, because he was afraid that it would change the relationship between you two.

And his biggest fear was losing you.

So he kept it as his most deepest secret.

But then, in a winter day, overcome by an overwhelming feeling of courage, he decided it was time to let you know how he really felt.

He wanted to do something special, so he invited you to go ice skating on the frozen lake next to the park, you've been doing it together since you were little, it would be just perfect.

"Y/n, I need to tell you something... I know it might sound weird, but you know, we've known each other for a long time.. and I've admired you for a long time and I think ... I think that I'm in love with you," he confessed as you skated side by side.

You suddenly stopped skating, causing him to stop too. "What? Park Sunghoon, are you serious?", you asked, surprised by the statement.

"Yes, I'm serious. I know it may sound cliché, but I can't hide my feelings anymore. I wanted to do something special to tell you that, and ice skating seemed perfect," he said, smiling.

"Hoon, I... I don't know what to say," you confessed, still trying to process the news. "I always thought you were amazing, but I never thought you could be interested in me."

He smiled awkwardly "I understand. I just wanted to tell you this, no need to push yourself if you don't have an answer. What matters is that now you know how I feel. And now, let's go skating together", he added, taking your hand.

You skated together for a long time, enjoying each other's company, talking and laughing as you always did.

•♡•

But then, without a warning, the ice began to crack.

"Sunghoon, what's going on? The ice is breaking!", you shouted, scared.

"Don't worry, I'll get you out of here," he said, trying to remain calm.

Unfortunately, saying that was easier than doing, with the speed at which the ice was breaking, it was extremely difficult not to worry.

He even managed to pull you close, but the ice continued to crack under your feet.

Sunghoon struggled to stay above water, but you, on the other hand, weren't so lucky.

"Y/n, hold my hand!" he yelled, holding out his arm.

He hoped that he would feel the delicate touch of your hand in his one more time, he hoped that he could see you again...

•♡•

But it was too late

You had already sunk into the cold, dark water.

Sunghoon desperately tried to find you, diving several times, but to no avail.

Ultimately, he had to admit defeat and let the rescuers handle the situation.

When he emerged from the water, he was shivering with cold and shock. He blamed himself for your death and the grief he had caused your family and friends.

What was supposed to be a romantic and happy day had. ended tragically and painfully, leaving him with a life full of regrets.

After the sad incident, Sunghoon never wanted to skate again as the memory of that day was too strong for him.

He sank into a deep sea of guilt for not being able to save the person he loved the most. You.

And so, he lived the rest of his life with a broken heart, always remembering the day he lost you on the frozen lake.

#enha #enhypen #angst #enhypen angst #enha angst #sunghoon #park sunghoon #engene #female reader #enhypen sad hours #male reader #gn reader

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countessofravenclaw · 3 months

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So, thogh I'd share this drabbles that has been floating around in drafts. I think it's pretty fun, but don't know what I am gonna do with because it doesn't really fit in stoyr I have planned, ecet maybe as a prologue...

Gastón looked at the kids at the rink as he walked into the bleachers. The coach of the Junior Rollers was demonstrating some move he didn’t recognize.

The group was pretty far away, but he could see the focus on Laura’s face. That must have been the move she had been complaining about not getting. It was exactly the same look Nina had, so it was easy to recognize.

The Junior Rollers team was participating in a competition at Capitán Sarmiento Partido two weeks from now. They had done a few small competitions during the time Laura had been on the team, but this was the first big thing. They were going to be staying there for a few nights and everything, by themselves only with a couple of chaperones. But that was in two weeks, this weekend they had gotten a surprising opportunity to come rehearse at the rink two weeks before the competition. Since the opportunity had come so suddenly it had been left to the parents to get the kids there. Something that had given them all a headache, especially to Ambar and Simon, and Luna and Matteo.

Since it was out of the question to make the girls miss the “most important training session of their lives”, Gastón had been the one who had had the best availability to drive Laura, Stella and Ivory two hours to the north. It was fine by him. The training took about four hours, so he had been able to grade a few papers, check the new plan that was going to be brought to the table on their next executive team meeting at Castillo Corporation and answer two thousand emails that he had gotten from students from the courses he teached.

He didn’t know how the other parents passed their time, he didn’t know most of them as it was. Most of the team members, outside of Laura, Stella and Ivory, seemed to be first generation roller skaters, who had picked the interest in the sport independently. It didn’t look like most of the parents really understood skating, but you couldn’t really blame them. Not everyone could be a former member of the official team of Jam & Roller. It still existed, after all these years, and you could start joining it when you started high school. All the girls were aiming toward it, and already talking about the auditions.

Gastón leaned on the rinks railing. The training session would be ending in about an hour, as it neared 2 pm. Laura would have probably hated the idea of him watching the whole thing, because it would be embarrassing. His youngest daughter really had become a preteen… but the last hour wouldn’t hurt, right? This was also the most efficient way to get out of here once they were done, if he was ready to go waiting for them once they got out.

The circle the team had formed broke and the coach yelled something about the positions and started counting the rhythm. The choreo was quite advanced for their age, or just the training Gastón had been doing at ten had been lackluster.

“I’m so sorry.” Someone bumped into him in passing. “Wait…”

Gastón looked up at the woman in her fifties. To his surprise, he recognized her. “Tamara?”

“Gastón is that you?” It really was Tamara. “Almost didn’t recognize you.”

“Well, it's been a few years…” Gastón laughed. “...more like decades.”

“I know, I’ve met Luna and Ramiro a few times at different competitions.” Tamara responded, “But I’ve sometimes wondered how the rest of you have been.”

“Well, not skating. Luna and Ramiro are really the only ones.”

“Figured that. What do you do?”

“I’m an engineer at Castillo Corporations and also teach at UCA. I have a Ph.D. in Energy Development.”

“That sounds great. I train solo skaters here and heard that the Junior Roller’s from Jam & Roller. I wanted to see them.”

“They’re great.” Gastón said as he focused his eyes back on Laura who was performing a coordinated twirl with two other skaters. “Roller has four teams nowadays. Early team, Junior, intermediate and the main team. Luna actually was one of the people who innovated the new system. My part in this is to be the driver. Junior and Main are the ones that compete. ”

“One of the kids is yours?” Tamara asked as she also looked at the rink.

“The one with brown hair and the patel pink skates,” Gastón pointed, “That’s our youngest.”

“She looks quite like you.”

“It’s very subjective. Everyone has a different view on the subject,” Gastón smiled slightly, “I always think she looks like her mother.”

“Who is she?” Tamara asked.

“Oh, right. You wouldn’t know,” Gastón laughed again, spinning his wedding ring. “Even though you do know her as well. You remember Nina?”

“Simonetti? Of course I do. You mean…?”

“So, not Simoetti anymore, unless it’s on a book cover. We got married,” Gastón smiled, “...eventually, 2024 to be precise. We went to the same university and stuff. Closing on 20 years soon.”

“That is amazing. It is so great to see all of you so grown up.”

“You mean old,” Gastón remarked. “You’d be surprised by all that ended up happening, or has Luna told you when you have met?”

“We have never been able to talk for that long.”

“You’re in for a story,” Gastón chuckled and pointed toward Ivory. “See that girl? Blonde, pink outfit, glittering skates? She remind you of anyone?”

“Now that you mention it…” Tamara looked at the rink. “She looks exactly like Ambar did when she started going to Roller…but—”

“That’s spot on,” Gastón nodded. “Ivory and Laura have been best friends since they started skating. They’re already counting down the weeks until they can go to high school together as Simon and Ambar wanted her to go comprehensive school close to their house.”

“Simon and Ambar?”

“Yeah, we’ll come back to that,” Gastón turned his head, “First, you probably have noticed the curly brown pigtails, on that girl who can’t stand still.”

“Something to do with Luna I presume.”

“Our goddaughter, Stella,” Gastón smiled, “Got all the hyperactivity from both Luna and Matteo, which is a lot.”

“Luna and Matteo too?” Tamara looked surprised.

“Those are thrilling stories, that only they can do justice to. The weddings were beautiful, trust me.” Gastón swiped through a few archived pictures on his phone from all their weddings in the 2020s. “We’ve all stayed good friends over the years, and it has been great, especially now with the kids. As I said before, Nina’s an author mainly, but she does some lyrical stuff as well, mostly for Mateo, but others too. Ambar practises law, while Delfi is motion picture production. Matteo and roller band obviously do music, and Yam released a few indie albums as well. She and Jim do a lot of teaching in craft as well. Luna and Ramiro kept skating as you know. Jazmin still does her thing.”

“Time really has gone on.”

“Okay my junior rollerstars!” the coach's voice sounded. “Today, you have done such amazing work. We are going to be ready for the competition in no time. Now enjoy your weekend. I’ll see you all on tuesday!”

“Dad!” Laura wheeled toward Gastón excitedly, Ivory and Stella following behind her. “Did you see the spin I just did? I finally got it!”

“Yeah, I did see that” Gastón nodded, smiling, “It looked amazing. I should have filmed it, so Mom can see too.”

“You don’t film rehearsals Dad,” Laura rolled her eyes, before noticing Tamara, “Who’s this?”

“So, this was a funny coincidence,” Gastón started, “This is Tamara insert last name here. She is my former coach at Roller, back when we skated there.”

“Oh, the Tamara that coached the intercontinental?” Stella piped up, “Mom told me. The performance was amazing.”

“Tamara, this is my daughter Laura,” Gastón placed his hand on Laura's shoulder, “and then we have Stella Balsano and Ivory Alvarez, my almost daughters.”

The girls started asking multiple rapid questions and Tamara answered the best she could.

#soy luna #soy luna fanfiction #gastina #simbar #lutteo #Tamara has missed a bunch

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remuslupinsleftshoe · 2 years

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Ok, so @lesbiansiriusblack‘s is writing a Jegulus figure skating au, but in the meantime because I have literal brainrot and can’t get this au out of my head, here’s my own hcs about it:

Regulus’s skating is obviously very ballet heavy. His parents put him in classes from a young age; he’s got that classic ballet-trained skater vibe.

Sirius was also in ballet classes from a young age and skated for France with his parents as his coach and manager until he was 16. He won France a gold medal at the Olympics at 15, after which he “got poached” by England, but really he ran away from home and England was happy to take him into their federation.

It was the middle of the season though so it caused a huge scandal. But what else would you expect from Sirius?

After that, Sirius and James were rinkmates, both coached by one Minerva McGonagall, a famous skater in her own right with multiple golds under her belt and first woman to land a triple jump.

For the first few years after he leaves his parents, Sirius has very aggressive routines set to rock music and definitely not anything his parents would approve of, which, of course, was the whole point.

The judges, however, were not fans of these new routines, lamenting the way Sirius was “ruining” his skating.

It wasn’t until he was 24 that Sirius was able to get a score he deserved, winning him his second Olympic gold medal, and that was only because of the judging scandal four years prior where a recording had leaked of the judges talking about how they would underscore Sirius if he skated to that “hideous music” again.

Sadly, shortly after Sirius’s second Olympic gold, he botches a triple axel (a jump he was the first to land), the injury taking him off the ice for good.

(James and Reg can also land triple axels. After Sirius retires, they’re also both working on quads, and Reg is dead set on being the first to land a quad, fuck James Potter)

Regulus was everything Sirius wasn’t in a skater. He didn’t complain about ballet classes, he didn’t complain about the music choices, routines, or costumes. He did everything his parents asked, letting them shape his skating. He watched as Sirius pushed back, fighting for individuality, and he hated him. Couldn’t he see that even if their parents made all the choices, at the end of the day he was the one skating, and he could make the routine his own? Didn’t he see how much better his skating was when he didn’t slack off in ballet? Didn’t he want to be the best?

When Sirius left, Regulus was pissed. When he consistently got low scores, Regulus thought he deserved it, and told him as much. His skating wasn’t as good as it used to be; Regulus had heard enough to know it was true, even if he hadn’t watched Sirius skate since he left. It was his fault for thinking his individuality would result in anything else when he refused to listen to people who knew better.

But then, when Regulus was 18, that recording came out, and Regulus suddenly realized Sirius’ skating didn’t get worse at all; they just didn’t like that he was doing something new. So, Reg watched every single recording of Sirius’ skates since he left, and Sirius was good. He was doing things Reg had never seen, he landed a triple axel at the Olympics, and he hadn’t won any major competitions in years. Regulus was pissed. He didn’t really care that it was Sirius; he still hated him, but it was the principle of it. Those skates objectively deserved better scores than they got, and the fact that the people around him didn’t seem to see that, especially his parents, made Regulus start to question if they really knew better or if they were just biased.

But of course this was what was best for him, right? His mother knew the sport inside out and was always pushing for him to improve. And he did. The next season, he landed a triple axel, too, and won his first World Championship gold. Sure, he was mentally and physically exhausted and, if he was being honest with himself, was on the verge of a breakdown, but that was the price for gold...wasn’t it?

He looked at Sirius and his friend with the wild hair who always had a smile on his face, and wondered if he didn’t have to push himself to the brink. Skating used to be fun; he used to love it, but lately, especially this past year, he would dread going to the rink, knowing the way his mother would yell at him, making him go over his routines over and over, practice the triple axel until he was scared he’d end up hurting himself because the pain in his knee was so bad.

So, when he hears a pop in his knee halfway through the off-season, Regulus is convinced it’s finally happened. His career was over.

Yet, instead of telling him there’s no coming back from an injury like this, the doctor says something about a partial tear and six months of physical therapy in order to get well enough to skate again. Regulus feels a rush of relief.

But as soon as they get in the car, his mother tells him there’s no way in hell he’s taking that long off skating; he can have a month, tops, and then he better be back on the ice, and Regulus realizes she doesn’t care. She doesn’t care that they got lucky this time, that if they don’t treat this properly, next time it could be career ending. All she cares about is that he skates and that he wins, whatever the cost.

Regulus doesn’t want to pay her costs anymore, so he leaves.

He goes to Apolline Delacour, who just recently came back to coaching after taking a few years off after the birth of her child. He’s known of Apolline for as long as he can remember, given his mother’s hated her since she poached Andromeda when Regulus was still a kid, so really, he figured there was no one better.

Lucky for him, Apolline is willing to take on an injured skater (if it was any other skater, she wouldn’t have, but she’d heard stories from Andromeda, and Regulus was so talented, it would be a pity for him to lose his love of skating).

With Apolline, Regulus learns to love skating again. After his six month recovery, under Apolline’s suggestion, Regulus takes the rest of the season off from competition to work on strength and technique.

At 21, he has his first competition back and sweeps the floor, setting personal records for both the short program and free skate, winning gold by a landslide, and only feeling a slight ache in his knee.

At 22, Regulus is at his second Olympics earning bronze next to his brother and his brother’s best friend, and, watching them beam at each other on the podium above him, Regulus finally thinks for the first time that he understands why Sirius left.

A month later, at World’s, his brother botches a jump, and Regulus watches in horror as Sirius’s career ends. The silver he wins tastes bitter, and Regulus glares at the wild haired man with the gold around his neck when he attempts to give Regulus a comforting smile.

It’s during that off-season that Regulus reaches out to his brother for the first time in seven years. They talk, they cry, they apologize; it’s nice, and Sirius admits he’s been following Regulus’s career since his first Olympics. Regulus admits he’s been following Sirius’s career since the same Olympics. Sirius jokes about how pissed their parents would be if they found out, and that the only thing that would piss them off more is if Sirius started coaching Regulus. Silence.

The minute Sirius is cleared by the doctor, he’s on a plane to France.

#listen my brain is but a vessel for jegulus figure skating au even if this did end up being more black brothers #also mary is the first woman to land a triple axel because she's a queen #marley and barty are the first in pairs to do solo triple axels #barty told her there was no way she could do one so of course she proved him wrong #insert them making figure skating history #but that's just how it goes with those two #dorcas popularizes the beillmann spin but it's obvi called the meadows spin in this au #that's all i have folks #i'm sure that's a big fat lie #oh yeah i forgot #reg has chronic patellar tendonitis after his knee injury (patellar tear)#patellar tears are relatively rare in figure skating i believe and only really happen under extreme force or trauma so...#all the 'firsts' are based on firsts that were happening roughly around that time #like the first triple axel was landed in 1978 and sirius would have landed his in 1980 #reggie's quad though is like five years too early at least #actually i just did the math and if he lands it in what would probably be his last season it would be the same year #and he could land it at the olympics too #damn okay actually that's my hc now #he's achieved everything he's wanted to achieve except that damn quad so in his words he's going to #'stay on the ice until i fucking break or land a quad'#james is pushing 28 and also trying to land a quad. he literally just wants to beat reg otherwise he would have retired already #in his words he's 'gonna win padfoot i swear. reg says i'm too old and i have to prove him wrong'#james does not land a quad at that olympics :/#he does land it at world's though but reg says it doesn't matter because he already won #(later in their hotel room though he tells james he's proud of him)#(and that if james tells anyone he said that he'll slit his throat with his skate)#ah love #jegulus #sirius black #regulus black

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twistsandtwizzles · 1 year

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Fic: Maybe This Christmas

Prompt: Several came in about how these two spent Christmas 2021. I tried my best to give them their Hallmark movie!

She cries when she calls to tell her mom that she won’t be home for Christmas.

The elite skaters have just finished going over the most recent update from US Figure Skating about Nationals next month, and as expected, it’s bleak. No bubble, despite the soaring COVID case numbers. And beyond the obvious health concerns, a positive test means leaving their Olympic hopes completely in the hands of the committee, without a chance to let their performance have the last word. One wrong contact, one wrong breath, and their dreams could fall apart.

She’s so close to making the Olympic team that she can taste it. She is not letting this slip away.

So it is the correct choice, not to risk the extra travel and all the people just be to home for the holidays, but it breaks her heart all the same.

“Of course I understand, honey,” her mom says gently as Mariah paces in the rink hallway, phone pressed against her ear. “And we’ll see you just a few weeks later in Nashville. I just worry about you. Are you going to be okay on your own? It’s your first Christmas since you and -”

“I’ll be fine,” Mariah cuts in. She doesn’t want to hear Romain’s name, to be reminded of him and his new life an ocean away. It’s one of the reasons she had been so looking forward to spending time surrounded by her boisterous family: to numb the sting she can’t help but feel when she thinks of all the holiday traditions she had created with forever in mind, traditions that had instead vanished right along with her ex-fiancé.

She says goodbye to her mother and turns, wiping her eyes, to see Nathan approaching. “You okay?” he asks, his concern evident on his face despite the N95 he’s wearing.

She shrugs. “I know it’s dumb, but I really thought that this year I might be able to have a somewhat normal Christmas. Like the last two years haven’t taught me anything.”

“I know you were excited to see your family,” he says. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well. I wasn’t feeling all that festive anyway.”

“You not feeling festive just seems wrong.” He pauses, then surprises her by saying, “We’ll have to make things extra fun here, then.”

She can’t help but laugh. “Okay, who are you and what have you done with Nathan?”

He huffs as if she’s offended him. “I like Christmas.”

“Right, of course,” she says. “When I think of ‘holiday spirit’, you’re always the first person that comes to mind.”

“Okay, see, now this is like you’re issuing a challenge. You think I can’t do Christmas?”

“I know you can’t do Christmas.” She smiles underneath her mask at the competitive glint that has appeared in his eye, raises her own eyebrow in response. “But I would really like to see you try.”

“Well, then, get ready for the best Christmas of your life.” He pauses, backpedals. “Okay, probably not the best, because it’s a pandemic and your family won’t be here. And we’ll still have to train. But it’ll be good.”

“That’s very sweet. Thank you.” She reaches out, gives his hand a squeeze. She intends it to be a quick, friendly gesture, but finds her hand lingering on his.

Things like this have been happening lately - little moments of intimacy that catch her off guard. An arm thrown around her shoulder for a photograph that feels anything but casual, her skin tingling at his touch. A shared look of amusement over an inside joke becoming charged with something else, until she drops her gaze, cheeks flaming. A correction he offers on one of her jumps, gently moving her arms into the proper air position, that leaves her breathless and keeps him from coming within three feet of her for almost a week.

If it was anyone else, she’d do something about it. But it’s him. It’s them. And she has no idea what to do about that.

She drops his hand. He clears his throat, stuffs both of his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome. I’ll, uh, see you back in there.”

She watches him retreat down the hallway, still feeling the warmth of his hand in hers.

—

Despite his protests, Nathan knows that he is indeed bad at Christmas. He’s never had a reason to be good at it, really - its proximity to the Grand Prix Final and US Championships means it’s taken a backseat to training for the last decade or so, and the people in his life have long accepted that they will not be encountering a holly jolly Nathan so close to two major competitions.

Which is why he can’t quite believe that he’s standing on Mariah’s front stoop, struggling to put up an inflatable four foot tall reindeer. In retrospect, he should have picked up something a little smaller, because this takes up about half her doorway.

He wrestles the final strap into place just as Mariah’s car pulls up, her dog’s head sticking out the back window.

“What are you doing?” she asks, grinning, as Nala begins barking frantically in the general direction of the reindeer. “Shush,” Mariah scolds as she lets her out of the car.

“Trying to do Christmas,” Nathan replies, plugging in the cord and nodding in satisfaction as the inflatable animal lights up. “See? Festive.”

Mariah laughs, moving closer to let Nala sniff suspiciously at the decoration. “It’s so cute!”

“I noticed you hadn’t put anything up and I thought maybe you might want something … new. Or different. Or whatever.” He waves his hand vaguely, as if that is supposed to clarify what he is trying to say.

It’s been nearly six months, but he’s still not exactly sure how to navigate the Romain-sized elephant in the room. For the most part she’s avoided the topic with him, and he’s tried to follow her lead. But not talking about Romain means that Nathan does not know how she’s feeling about relationships, generally. And sometimes - like last week at the rink when she grabbed his hand - he really, really wishes he knew that bit of information.

“It’s perfect,” is all she says now, inspecting the reindeer. “What should we name it?”

“Well, I think Santa’s reindeers already have names,” he replies. “They’re kind of famous. So maybe just pick one of the nine?”

“Ugh, that’s so BORING though.” She steps back, hand on her chin, thoughtful. “It’ll come to me.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with the classics, but you do you.”

“I always do.” She opens her door and ushers Nala inside. “Do you have to get going, or do you want to stay for dinner?”

They’d fallen into a routine of dinners and movies and game nights over the last year and a half, but the autumn competition schedule had interrupted their rhythm, and it’s been awhile since they’ve hung out away from the rink.

He doesn’t know if it’s weird to miss someone that he still sees every day, but weird or not, he’s missed her. “Dinner sounds great.”

Her face lights up, and he thinks maybe she’s missed him, too.

—

If the reindeer porch decoration hadn’t proven that Nathan was taking his oath to get her into the holiday spirit seriously, him agreeing to watch a Christmas movie - The Holiday, no less - after dinner definitely does.

“Are you sure you aren’t a pod person? You know this is a romance, right?” she asks, pressing play. Nathan has a better working knowledge of rom-coms than one would expect (she gives full credit of this to his older sisters) but she has never successfully lobbied to get one chosen for movie night before.

“I am aware,” he says wryly. Then he adds, “Talking about it made you smile. So.”

The sentiment, and the matter-of-fact way he says it, makes her heart stop for a minute. She turns to look at him, but his eyes are fixed deliberately on the tv screen.

She knows they need to talk about it, what they are becoming to each other. But there are less than three weeks until Nationals. Seven weeks until Beijing. And things are fraught enough: her trying to make the team, him pretending like he’s not nursing another injury while carrying the weight of their entire federation on his shoulders, both of them dodging an ever-mutating virus. They shouldn’t have this conversation now. And she’s not even sure what she’d say if they did.

But for a second, as she watches Kate Winslet realize that she is the leading lady of her own life, for God’s sake, Mariah considers it: just grabbing him by the shoulders and shouting, what are we doing?!

She doesn’t, of course. Like so much between them lately, she packs it away for another day.

As he leaves, he pats the reindeer decoration on its head, and says, “What about Iris?”

“What?”

“For the name. You know, like in the movie. She seems like a reindeer with gumption.”

“Yeah,” she says, pleasantly surprised that he was actually watching and not sneaking NBA highlights on his phone. “She does.”

He hugs her goodbye, his hand on her head in the way that makes her want to stay tucked against his shoulder until New Year’s.

“This was fun,” she says as he steps away. “Maybe you’re okay at this holiday stuff after all.”

“More work to do, though,” he replies, climbing into his car. “It won’t feel like Christmas until you’re forcing us all to wear Santa hats.”

The next morning, for the first time this season, she listens to Christmas music on the way to the rink.

—

He will not admit this to Mariah, but filling their evenings with holiday activities is also doing him good. Driving to a ritzy neighborhood with Michal and Dani and their toddler to look at the ridiculous Christmas light displays keeps him from dwelling on his salchow, which he keeps popping. And he can't obsess over his jump layout while he's trying to stop Nala from eating all of Mariah’s ornaments when they set up her tree.

(“Better late than never,” Mariah says, when Nathan asks if the tree is really worth the trouble just four days before Christmas. “The freaking story of my life.”)

So instead of skating, he’s spending his down time in the final days before Christmas thinking about the way she looked at him after they finished her tree and stepped back to admire their work, her eyes soft and happy. And about how he’s 90% sure, if the dog hadn’t chosen that exact moment to try and attack a string of twinkle lights, he would have closed the distance between them in two steps, put his arms around her, and kissed her.

He loves that dog, but it’s going to be awhile before he’s ready to forgive her for that.

Dani and Michal are hosting them for Christmas Eve (thankfully, because while Nathan is getting better at this holiday stuff, hosting is not something he is in any way equipped for). Dani greets him with a warm hug, shows him where to drop off his gifts, and then Nathan is confronted by a toddler wanting to play. He waves to Mariah and Michal and allows himself to be marched over to the far end of the living room.

“Don’t worry, bedtime is in half an hour,” Michal says with a laugh, as Nathan is handed a tiny teacup.

After many games of pretend, during which he is alternately a horse, princess, skating coach, and race car, Dani and Michal whisk their daughter away to begin her bedtime routine. Nathan finds Mariah in the kitchen, where she’s helping with final dinner prep.

She gives him a bright smile. “I haven’t even had a chance to say hi to you yet.”

“Hi,” he says, smiling back. “How is your Christmas Eve going? Because I am already exhausted.”

She laughs. “You were really being put through your paces.” She stirs something on the stove, then shrugs and steps back. “I don’t know what I’m doing. Dani just told me to ‘watch this.’ Watch what? What is it going to do?”

He leans over her to take a peek. “Putting you in charge of the food really is a bit of a risk.”

She swats at him, and they stand in companionable silence for a moment. Then her face turns serious. “Nathan?”

“Mariah?” he parrots back. He’s teasing, trying to hide his nervousness about whatever it is she’s about to say. They are standing close enough that he can actually feel the deep breath she takes before she starts.

“I . . . was really dreading Christmas this year. It’s why I wanted to spend it with my family so badly, because I didn’t know how I would handle it here. Alone. I thought it was going to be so hard, and that I would spend the whole time missing the way things used to be. But I never felt alone at all. And I never wished that I was doing something else, or was with someone else.” She pauses, her eyes searching his, as if she wants to make sure that he’s really hearing what she’s trying to say. “Instead I had so much fun. And I guess, I just wanted to say that I always have fun, with you. So thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He wants to touch her, but he is not sure if she has more to say, so he waits. And then her eyes move, just for a fraction of a second, to his lips.

He is done waiting.

—

What’s weird is how not weird it is.

That’s Mariah’s first coherent thought, as her brain begins to catch up to the fact that it is Nathan whose lips are finally on hers, that it is her friend she’s known for half her life whose touch is making her weak in the knees. She had assumed, in the weeks they spent dancing around this moment, that it would feel at least a little bit awkward.

But it doesn’t, not at all, and that is what has her a bit off-kilter. Well, that, and the one hand he has on her back and the other he has in her hair, and the way he is kissing her.

When he pulls back she sways a little, unprepared for the loss of contact, and puts a hand on his chest to steady herself. He watches her carefully, a bit of worry in his dark eyes.

“Oh, wow,” is, mortifyingly, what comes out of her mouth.

He grins, and she knows that whatever might happen to them next, he will never let her live that down. “Wow, huh? I’ll take that.”

“Oh, shut up,” she says, using the hand that is still on his chest to give him a light shove. “Don’t get all full of yourself.”

He catches her hand before she can pull it back, eyes serious again. “Mariah, I -”

“Okay, she’s asleep!” Dani’s voice arrives in the kitchen before her head peeks around the corner, which gives Nathan enough time to drop Mariah’s hand and take a step back. “Group picture time before dinner! And can you take the gravy off the heat?”

“The gravy!” Mariah hisses at Nathan, horrified. “I was supposed to be watching it!”

“It’s fine,” he laughs, turning off the burner. He puts a hand lightly on her back to steer her out of the room, the heat from his touch radiating up her spine. She is not sure how she is going to get through the rest of the evening pretending like everything is normal.

She’s grateful that the Brezina’s dog heads straight to her as she sits for the photo, because she needs to wrap her arms around something before she bursts. Nathan positions himself behind her with about an extra foot of space between them, as if he doesn’t quite trust himself, either.

It’s the farthest they are apart for the rest of the night. She can’t help it; their kiss has unlocked something, and she needs to know how this feels. To brush his arm at dinner. To sit next to him on the couch, thighs touching just enough to send a thrill through her. She’s still amazed at how natural it all is. Like they were always going to get to this point, somehow.

At one point Dani catches her eye, tilts her head toward Nathan. She mouths, “WHAT IS HAPPENING?!”

Mariah feels herself blush, and her best friend claps silently in glee.

Eventually they gather their things, say their good nights. Laugh about how they’ll see each other at the rink in about sixteen hours - no days off during an Olympic year, even for Christmas. Nathan and Mariah step outside together, Dani giving her a knowing look before shutting the door firmly behind them.

“So,” he says, as they take the few steps to her car parked in the drive. “Is it time for you to admit that I can, as a matter of fact, be festive?”

“I think we have unlocked a Christmas superfan, yes,” she replies. “I am very proud.”

“Well, I had a secret motive, you know.” He catches her by her waist, spins her to face him.

She circles her arms around him, tilts her chin up. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.” He pulls her a little closer, his eyes sparkling. “See, there’s this girl that I like a lot, and she really likes Christmas. And I wanted to make her happy.”

Their first kiss in the kitchen had been frenzied, the uncorking of weeks of buildup. Their second is gentle, a promise of things to come. She smiles against his lips.

“Merry Christmas, Nathan,” she says, reaching up and pushing a curl off his forehead.

“Merry Christmas, Mariah.”

She brings Santa hats to the rink the next day. He wears his the whole session.

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30 June 2022 || Uno Shoma Event Translation (with Tanaka Keiji)

Honda: Back in my day medals were too small. I'm kinda jealous.

Shoma: Yeah, the strap was the same but the medals were so small, I would lose them. But lately the small medals are just as big as the normal medals. I haven't been receiving many small medals lately so when I won them I thought 'oh they changed so much', I felt deeply emotional. Deeply emotional? I just said it casually. Sorry.

"It was a great season which will be positive for me. I'm happy about winning World Championship and the medal at Olympics, but I was most happy to be able to fight again at the top of the world." "The rules are changing in a big way and as it's a new program, many things will change but my feelings regarding the positions in a competition or how I feel towards skating hasn't changed." "I want to make it a year where I focus on "growth"." "Last season was a really good season with results. Even so, I want to forget that and do my best with a feeling of starting over." "As an active skater, I want to be an athlete like Nathan Chen. " "Figure skating really is victory or defeat. You can avoid mistakes but once you make one, you can't take it back." “He has the stability of winning most championships in those 4 years, and was always one step ahead of everyone." "Seeing Chen who couldn't perform well 4 years ago (at Pyeongchang Olympics), do such an amazing performance at the (Beijing) Olympics... I think the active skater image I want to reach is Chen. "After I retire... Well it might be because he's the closest one to me, but artistic like Stephane Lambiel coach... To continue being an active skater jumps are necessary, but if I retire, rather than jumps, my goal is to be artistic in the way Stephane is."

He talks a bit about how fans supports matter. He talks about how because of Corona they each realized they were taking it a bit for granted, and fans still can't cheer etc yet.

People might think that one fan's clapping wouldn't reach them but he says each person's support reaches them even during competition, so he says if it's okay with the fans, if they cheer for them it'll power up the athletes. Keiji gets called on stage and Honda is like "What's up Keiji" to which he replies "Heard Shoma was around so I came over to play."

Q. Once you said "if you realize something is missing, it's not really missing." Keiji: (Bursts into a laugh) Q. Have you forgotten anything big lately? Shoma: (Stares) Honda: Something you forgot? Shoma: Yeah, you know how I'm bad with forgetting things. Honda: You forgot your costume. Shoma: When was it? Honda: During Prince. Shoma: ... Shoma: OH yeah, the red one. Honda: The costume for the opening. Shoma: Yeah I forgot the opening costume and borrowed it. Keiji: I don't think that's rare. Shoma: I'm not even worried about it anymore. Even if I forget things. As long as I'm not causing anyone trouble, it's fine, I think. Shoma: Recently... I forgot the ticket in the Shinkansen. I barely made it in time. Shoma: Keijikun do you not forget things much? Keiji: No I usually make sure I check things. Audience: LOL Shoma: I DO THAT TOO. Keiji: Normally before you leave home, you'd check if you have your outfit, boots. Shoma: I do... Keiji: Shoma probably thinks he already put them in and neverminds it. Shoma: You know how you have to hold it... When I'm putting on my shoes, since you need a free hand, you'd put it down, right? .... After that, it's already no good. I'll just leave like that. Shoma: Even if I make sure I don't forget, like put things right at the door, I'll hold it thinking I must have it with me, then realize I have to do something else and then I leave it behind. Shoma: I think it's quite a lot less now though. Keiji: That's probably not because of Shoma checking things but your manager making sure you don't forget anything. Rather than Shoma, it's thanks to your Manager. Shoma: So if I forget something it's not my fault, but my Manager’s. Honda: Well that's how Shoma is. We end up not being too worried about it either. Keiji: "It's just how it always is." Shoma: Like, "Oh, again?" Keiji: And in the background, his manager is panicking. Honda: He won't change. Audience: LOL. Honda: This is Shoma-kun. tweets

#uno shoma #shoma uno #2022 translations #2022 june #tanaka keiji #honda takeshi #mizuno event #mizuno #figure skating translations #shomagravitytranslations #shoma forgetting things #he was laughing so much here #the source video is archived so it's not visible anymore

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