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Hiraeth | Joel Miller
pairing: dbf!joel x f!reader
rating: 18+, minors do not interact
warnings: no outbreak, usage of marijuana, smoking, both reader and Joel get high, age gap (twenty-ish years), very much legal + consensual relations, smut (f oral receiving, fingering), pet names, no use of y/n.
word count: 1k
synopsis: the most invigorating and intoxicating drug you’ve had in your life is completely forbidden… and then there’s weed.
divider by @saradika-graphics
hiraeth (noun): the feeling of being homesick for a home one is not able to return to; homesickness pertaining to a home that never was.
You took another hit, the joint slotted between your fingers crackling in urgency. You hummed as your lungs burned so good, desperate for the warm summer night air that engulfed your body. You closed your eyes as you let the high roll through your body, sighing in content.
Your legs were tossed over Joel’s lap—the same Joel you shouldn’t be anywhere near because he was supposed to be off limits. Your shorts were unbuttoned and your bright colored swimsuit bottoms peeked through, teasing Joel with a reminder of what you looked like in his pool just hours prior.
Joel threw neighborhood barbecues all the time, and with your dad being his best friend, you were always invited.
You knew it was wrong to be fucking your dad’s best friend, someone twenty—give or take—years your senior.
But how could something so wrong feel so right?
Joel tapped your leg and you peeked an eye open. He was looking down at you with bemusement written over his features, holding two fingers out for you to pass the nearly finished joint to him. You happily obliged, handing it off to him before settling back down into the depths of the comfy outdoor couch on Joel’s backyard patio.
Joel’s thumb was rubbing over your shin slowly, gently tracing circles into the freshly shaved flesh. Your eyes opened again and Joel was staring at you this time, eyes hooded and dark with desire.
“We’re lucky your father doesn’t hover.” Joel murmurs into the night, sighing as his free hand trails higher up your legs.
“I know. Then we wouldn’t be able to do all the things we’d want if he did hover.” You huff a laugh, and Joel quirks a brow at you before offering the last of the joint. You shook your head slightly, and he took one last hit before he stubbed out the dud.
“Things, hm?” He asks, hand dipping into the waistline of your shorts. His fingers skate over your covered cunt, and goosebumps easily rise onto your skin.
Your brain is foggy and you feel like you’re floating, and Joel’s touch feels like heaven.
“Will you let me eat your pretty pussy, baby?” Joel’s voice is husky, a lazy smirk pulled onto his velvet lips.
“Please.”
Your senses are elevated, so every single touch he gives you is one that has you reeling.
“Such a good girl, usin’ her manners n’ all.”
You bite your lip and look at him, eyes no doubt half-lidded. If you weren’t high, it probably would’ve been a sultry look.
Joel’s quick to take off your shorts, prompting you to sit upright so he can kneel down in front of you. His kisses up your thighs are all lips and tongue, making you breathe harder as he gets closer to your aching core. He kisses you once over the fabric of your bikini bottoms, and you softly whine his name.
“Patience, sweetheart. I’ll take good care of ya.”
Joel slips the material off of your legs, only to be met with your glistening core.
He’s looking at you like a man starved, irises black and laced with determination and desire.
He brings a hand up and runs two fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how easy the glide is. He brings his fingers up to his mouth, sucking on them both to taste you.
“So fuckin’ sweet. Like nectar from a peach, baby.” He moans, not wanting to waste any more time. He moves forward and, with a flat tongue, licks a long stripe from your aching hole to your puffy clit.
You gasp and your fingers are tangling in his curls, eyebrows threading together at how intensified it feels.
And he doesn’t relent. He’s working at you with his tongue, slow and lascivious. Every fiber of your being tingles with a euphoric pleasure as he laps up your seemingly never ending arousal.
“Holy fuck,” You cry, gripping his hair tighter. He moans into you with a chuckle before he brings his tongue down to fuck into you at an increased pace. Your back arches off of the couch as you roll your hips, legs starting to shake.
“Close already, baby?” Joel tsks, and you groan in response.
Joel knew you and your body like the back of his hand, so he could easily make you come undone within minutes.
Sometimes it wasn’t fair, because if it were up to you, you’d have him down there forever. You don’t think he’d really mind it either.
Joel moves his tongue out of you and up up up toward your aching clit, licking tight circles around it before sucking the sensitive nerves into his mouth. He inserts the two fingers that were previously teasing you minutes prior into your needy cunt, expertly pumping at a synchronized pace with his mouth.
“Jesus fuck Joel, ‘m gonna come.” Your voice is whiny and desperate and so fucking breathy that you barely even recognize it. It was only him that could make you feel like this. Nobody else, just Joel.
Joel Joel Joel.
You felt the crescendo of your orgasm building quickly, and Joel pulled his mouth away for a split second as his fingers curled themselves in your tight heat to hit that spot that make you see the whole galaxy behind your eyes.
“Can feel it, sweet girl. C’mon baby. Give it t’me. Wanna drink you up.”
And you were a fucking goner. Your eyes rolled back as that tight coil snapped, rushing through your body so intensely it nearly made you dizzy. You gushed onto his fingers and in his mouth, and he drank up every last thing you offered him.
You were desperate to catch your breath, body unsubstantial as you melted into the couch. You winced as Joel slowly pulled out his fingers, groaning at the loss of fullness.
You open your tired eyes to look at him, and he gives you a soft smile before kissing you. You taste yourself on him, but he also tastes like mint and whiskey and Joel.
He made you feel so invigorated. You couldn’t get enough of him. He felt safe. He felt like home.
Maybe in another life—one where he wasn’t your dad’s best friend and where he wasn’t twenty something years older than you—
You could be selfish for once and have it all.
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Twenty Questions and Then Some - A YBMPF Miniseries
How Old Were You?
Series Summary: Joel asks a lot of questions. Shorter drabbles that don't quite fit into the main YBMPF storyline.
Pairing: Joel Miller/Herbalist!OFC Lennie. Age-appropriate age gap.
Rating: Explicit 18+ / Minors DNI
Warnings: Discussion of deceased family members.
Word Count: 780-ish
A/N: These are little drabbles that come up in the course of writing YBMPF that don't quite fit into a main chapter but do offer some insight and background on Joel and Lennie's relationship. In this one you finally find out how old Len is and learn a little bit more about Andy. This one takes place very early on. I do hope you enjoy.
Divider by @cafekitsune!
“How old were you?” Joel whispers into her hair one night, warm palm skating down her bare spine to pull against the small of her back. “When it all happened?”
Lennie snuggles down into his sheets. “You asking how old I was, or how old I am?”
“Such a fuckin lawyer,” Joel taunts.
“You should never ask a woman her age, Joel,” she teases as he props his head up in one hand.
“I didn’t, I asked about past age," he taps his index finger against her hip to punctuate each point, "at a point in time—that’s fixed.”
“Ahhh who’s the fuckin lawyer now,” she leans back to get a better look at the smile playing on his lips.
“You don’t have to—” he says in earnest.
“Twenty-seven. I was twenty-seven when the world went down. Turned twenty-eight later that year.” She presses into him, nuzzling against his neck. “And you?”
“My thirty-sixth. To the day.”
She hums, half in acknowledgment, half in gratitude.
So little of what he shares is ever done with words.
And to her surprise, they flow.
“Ellie’s not my daughter.”
He feels her tense against him before he continues.
“She’s not—I didn’t—it’s not bad.” He realizes how it sounds the moment the words are free. “We didn't just, trek across the country. She needed to get here and I was goin' here.”
"Why?" Lennie whispers.
"We—thought she had family out here. Turns out she had no one."
And it's a tinsel strand of truth bundled up in a thick coil of lies.
"She needed protecting." Joel strokes his knuckles over Lennie's thigh. "And it turns out we—ended up meaning something to each other."
Lennie’s still tense.
“She’s not blood. But she became as much my daughter as Sarah was.”
Joel feels her lean back to look at him, and his profile catches the lamplight when he angles his eyes down at her.
“Sarah was blood. My blood. I was twenty-two, stupid as all get, just starting senior year of college and my girl tells me she’s late.” He’s staring over her shoulder now, straight into that moment. “One week turns to two, four, and she wants to keep it, so I did the right thing. What I thought was the right thing," he tosses dismissively.
"Quit school, got a job, got a ring, down on one knee, church, priest, the whole thing. I did it all right.”
“And three days after Sarah was born, she left us. Never gave her a chance. Never wanted what I offered.”
Lennie’s palm flattens against his bare heart.
“Fourteen years I raised her. Loved her. We didn’t have much but she always had everything she ever wanted. She was everything. My everything.”
She can already see the end of it and she’s breaking right along with him.
“It was the same night.”
“The night the world went down.” And he uses her words but he means his.
“Some days all I can see when I close my eyes is her lying there in my arms and I can’t wash the sight of it away.”
“And some days I worry that I’m forgetting her face.”
"Joel," Lennie reaches to cradle his cheek, "a father never forgets his daughter’s face.”
“I sure hope that’s true,” he whispers against her hairline, pulling her tight to his chest again.
After a moment, “I worry that I’m forgetting Andy's laugh." falls from her lips. A whispered confession against a new lover's skin.
Joel looks down at her, brown eyes swimming.
“Tell me,” he breathes. “Tell me so it’s never forgotten.”
“His laugh was beautiful. And it was—huge,” and her face lights up with it. “This bold, clear thing that never sounded like it came from him. Not by the way he looked.”
“He was tall, so damn tall, Joel. Had this long mop of curly brown hair. Broad but sharp. Bony fucking shoulders.” He feels her smile against his neck like it was something she would tease her husband about. “Andy didn't need to be anything else. It wasn’t his place."
She sniffles softly against Joel's pulse.
"He was a poet at the heart of him. Saw magic in everything. Could’ve written you a sonnet about a single blade of grass that would forever change the color green for you."
“Andy's place was to remind you to find beauty. Even in all of this.”
“And he loved me.”
“He did well in finding a beautiful thing,” Joel kisses the crown of her head.
“I worry I’ve stopped seeing it without him. Forgotten what it means.”
And Joel slants his lips over hers, cheeks damp with tears as Lennie winds fingers in his hair.
Gripping life and breath and remembrance in her hands.
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Don’t Let Me Love You | Felix and Bai (A DLMLU Side Story)
pairing: Felix x Bai
genre: smau, non!idol au
pov: 3rd person
warnings: swearing, Bai, suggestive
summary: Key moments in Bai and Felix's relationship pre-Don't Let Me Love You.
word count: 2,412
screenshot count: n/a
a/n: i got carried away, oops. had to completely cut a short story from here
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First Meeting?
"Yeah, I know where the bar is," Felix sighs into the phone. He quickly shoves his textbook in his backpack and rushes out of the lecture hall. His business course ran longer than he had hoped for because a few of his classmates couldn't grasp the concept of prepaid-variable forwards. Even his courses in the culinary department didn't have so many people confused by the end a lecture.
"Okay, we're just waiting for you and Y/n. She got held up campus so she might be even later. I would ask you to swing by the art building and pick her up but she might be a little too long." Hyunjin slurs. He's already been at the bar for a few hours and drank a few drinks.
"I'll be there in like 15 minutes then. Slow down, okay Hyunjin, I don't feel like dragging your drunk ass back to your apartment again."
"Aye, aye, captain! See you in a few," He hums be for hanging up the phone.
The crisp spring air hits Felix's face as he exits the business school main building. Pinks, oranges, and soft yellows dance across the sky as the sun sets in the distance. It's only 7, but it feels so much earlier to him. Since starting university, he's spent most of his time in classrooms either for the business department or the culinary department. The only free time he has he spends with the dance club, where he met Hyunjin and formally met Minho, who is his senior in both departments he's apart of. How the two of them found time to hang outside of class and club activities is beyond him. But today, they invited him out and he actually has time to join them for once.
He throws his skateboard on the floor and slowly kicks off. The wind in his black hair cooling him down after being stuck in a stuffy lecture hall for a few hours. Unfortunately for Felix, he only had classes in the business department today and they were all scheduled so close together that he hardly had a break to get some fresh air since this morning.
He's halfway off campus when his eyes land on a girl with long black hair slowly picking her stuff off the floor, her backpack laying completely empty next to her. He skates past her quickly. It's not his business, not his problem. Only, he could swear he could hear her sniffling.
"Shit..." He mutters to himself as he picks up his skateboard and walks back to the girl. He knows he would beat himself up all night for not helping her later.
He can hear her sniffling getting louder as he approaches her. Her back is facing him as she picks up the loose papers from the floor. It's mostly a contained mess, she doesn't have many papers and. He can't help but notice her laptop laying on the floor.
"Do you need some help?" He asks, standing over her.
"Not unless you're a computer whiz," She mumbles.
"I kinda know a bit about computers. What happened?" Felix crouches down and grabs her pen case from behind her.
"My backpack ripped at the bottom and everything fell out, now my laptop won't turn on. I have all of my pictures and videos of my parents on there--God, I just know my cousin has something to with this. She always ruins everything of mine." She huffs.
"She sounds like a bitch," Felix laughs.
"She's the devil incarnate, actually. And it's not enough that I have to see her at home, she had to come to my university to torture me." She grumbles to herself. Felix moves in front of her and picks up her laptop, examining it.
"I can't help you with the devil, but i might be able to save your laptop. If not, I can at least try to recover the pictures and videos." Felix says as he lightly shakes the computer to see if anything has been knocked loose.
"Really?" The girl's head swings up, looking at Felix for the first time since he started helping her. His breathe gets caught in his throat at the sight of her. Her puppy dog eyes stare at him hopefully while her full lips twitch trying not to smile. Everything about her is perfect, her blemish free skin, her small pug-like nose--hell, the fact that she was crying only adds to her beauty. Her messy hair frames her face perfectly like a picture that should be hung in a museum.
"Y-yeah," Felix clears his throat, averting his eyes back to the computer, "like I said, I know a bit about computers. We can head over to the library right now and I can see what I can do."
"Are you sure? It's late and I'm sure you have somewhere else to go."
"Not really. C'mon, let's go before the library gets too crowded. You can buy me a coffee as a thank you." Felix grabs a few of her things and stands up, quickly sends a message to Hyunjin letting him know that he can't head to the bar any more.
"Thank you, I'm Im Bai-Mi by the way." She stands up and grabs the rest of her things from the floor. She shoves her stuff back into her ripped bag and holds it upside down to keep everything inside. she brushes the dirt off of her jeans and wipes her face with her oversized shirt.
"Nice to meet you, Bai. I'm Lee Felix Yongbok."
***
Real First Meeting
Felix's eyes scan the party, looking for at least one of his friends. He doesn't even know why he goes to these things anymore with them. Every frat party at JYPU is the same. They're at some senior student's shared house, the lights are off, some strange led light is on to give the party a certain weird vibe, and the trashy music is too loud. The music at this party isn’t too trashy this time. The self-proclaimed DJ, which always happens to be a student from the music school who swears they're the next best thing, just plays the top 40s with occasional remixes and sneaks in their original songs. Felix and his friends always go together, but as soon as they cross the threshold into the party, they go their separate ways.
Those who are in a relationship take their significant other and find a corner to sit at for the rest of the night. Hyunjin and Minho almost always go and find someone to hook up with and pretend like they never met them the following day. Felix, without fail, will look for the nearest bottle of alcohol and proceed to get as fucked up as he possibly can before one of the more responsible members, normally Minho, finds him and drags him home. If he's lucky, he'll find someone and hook up with them in one of the vacant rooms before then.
Tonight is different. As much as he wants to get shitfaced and find someone who is willing to make some bad decisions, he much rather be back in his dorm, wallowing in self pity and reminding himself of all the reasons he deserves to just disappear. He was doing just that when Minho, Hyunjin, and a few other people from the dance club forced their way into his dorm to make him go out.
He can't just leave the party without telling as least one of his friends; they'll all start panicking and start a search party for him. And even if he sent them a text, he knows they're too stupid while drunk to even think to check their phones. With his luck, all of his friends are probably too busy getting lucky and he'd be waiting a few hours before he found any of them. He considers calling the police and reporting the party for underage drinking and get it shut down so he can go home.
Scanning the crowd proves to be dangerous as he meets the eyes of several girls he's no doubt slept with over the years. Felix's reputation at the university is nothing short of promiscuous. In his 3 years attending JYPU, he's managed to enter player status with the amount of people he's rejected and his ability to always hook up with at least one person at parties and then being cold to them. It's only natural that some of his past flings are scorned. He's only painfully aware of how many people he's slept with now that he's mostly sober.
He gives up trying to find his friends and retreats to the roof which is a less crowded than it is downstairs and the backyard. He immediately walks to the ledge and leans over it, taking in the sights of the city as his freshly dyed blond hair blows in the wind. His head whips around at the sound of a vaguely familiar laugh. He meets the eyes of a girl he knows he's seen before but can't quite remember why.
"Do I know you from somewhere?" He asks loudly, at the girl as she walks over to the ledge with him.
"Trust me, you'd remember me." She says smugly, moving her hair off her shoulder and looking at Felix.
"Oh I don't doubt that." Felix laughs, "Which is why I know for a fact that I know you from somewhere. Did we sleep together?" He asks honestly. It wouldn't be the first time he forgot someone he's slept with. At least this girl doesn't have a drink in her hand that she could throw in his face.
"Oh please, you wish," She scoffs, rolling her eyes. She's not entirely wrong. She's wearing the shortest skirt and the most revealing low cut crop top, not leaving much to the imagination. Felix has already thought of several ways he wanted to take them off of her. She catches Felix checking her out and can't help but smirk, triggering a memory in Felix's mind.
"Laptop girl! Your name is like Bambi or something, right?"
"Bai-Mi," She laughs.
"Bai-Mi... wow, it's been like what, 2 years since I pulled a good samaritan and saved your laptop?"
"Yeah, thanks for that by the way." She puts her elbow on the ledge and rest her head in her hand.
"You never did by me that coffee,"
"If I remember correctly, you told me not to because it was way too late for caffeine."
"Hmm, that does sound like something I would say."
"I didn't think college parties would be your thing." She hums.
"Why? Because I fixed your computer?"
"Yeah, you had a geek chic thing going for you from what I remember."
"And now?"
"You look like every douchebag at this party." She snorts.
"Probably fucked my fair share of girls to actually be in that douchebag category."
"You?"
"Oh you don't know? Clearly you haven't heard of fuckable Felix." Felix laughs sadly.
"Please tell me you're not going around calling yourself that."
"Don't have to, everyone else at the university does for me."
Both Felix and Bai fall silent for a moment, the only sounds that could be heard are the hushed whispers of conversation around them and the music from the party.
"Do you want to get out of here? I can properly thank you for my computer and buy you something to eat or something."
"Or something?" Felix questions.
"I'll leave that up to you. C'mon, I'm leaving anyways. The guy I wore this outfit for didn't even bother to show and I'm getting cold and hungry."
"Yeah, sure, why not,"
***
Same Mistakes
"I gotta go," Bai says slipping on a shirt and getting up from the bed to find her pants.
"No in my shirt you don't. That's my favorite one." Felix chuckles, sliding his boxers back on. He climbs out of the bed and wraps his arms around Bair, nestling his head into the crook of her neck.
"I'll bring it back to you later, Lixie. I was supposed to meet Chris two hours ago but you called and well," She wiggles out of his grip and pulls her pants on.
Felix got comfortable with Bai over the past six months and the idea of her going to meet with someone else doesn't sit well with him. He doesn't want to be in a relationship with her, something they both agreed on once they realized that their one night stands were becoming a regular part of their routines. And then their casual sex blossomed into something more in their short time together, something Felix craved because it made him feel something. He knows that she doesn't feel the same way, she's actively pursuing some other guy while hanging out with him. The only thing he can hope for is spending as much time with Bai as possible and maybe sway her to him.
"You thief. You never bring back any of my shirts. And now you're going to meet up with some guy in it." He scoffs, playing at the hem of the shirt.
"He's not some guy, Lixie," She walks over to his mirror to fix her hair, "He's my boyfriend."
Felix stops breathing for a second. Hundreds of thought filled his head all at once. The most prominent one being that Bai wanted to be in a relationship, just not with him.
"When did that happen?" Felix chokes out.
"Like 2 months ago or something," She finishes fixing her hair and moves on to her make up like nothing happened.
"2 months? But--Why are you here then?"
"Don't worry, he has a girlfriend so he's not completely innocent in this."
"Bai, that doesn't make it better."
"You don't get to judge me. I'm sure you broke up your fair relationships while you were deep in your party phase."
"Not intentionally," He mumbles
"Tomato, tomato, Felix. You don't have to worry about it, we're just friends anyway. We're just having fun."
"Just friends don't did what we just did, Bai. And we should stop if you're actually dating some."
"Really? You ready to just full stop our little hangouts just like that?"
Felix stays quiet, staring at the floor. He knows he should, that he doesn't want to be the type of person to knowingly ruin a relationship. But at the same time, he wants to be selfish for once in his life.
"That's what I thought," She whispers to herself.
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Buy me a coffee?
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RADIO ROMANCE. 🎧 sunghoon sns au
synopsis: you would be lying if you said you didn't feel anything for your best friend sunghoon. he's well-spoken, amazing with kids, knows how to figure skate, and good at literally everything.. well, except maybe realizing that you have feelings for him. maybe that's why he can only sit there and turn red when an anonymous voice shows him affections via the campus radio's confession hotline.
pairing: university student/radio dj! park sunghoon x female best friend! reader
genre: college au, best friends to lovers
warnings: pls ignore time stamps! 😄 cursing, ooc moments, some inappropriate jokes, euphemisms for deleting your own existence, some minor formatting issues as i'm doing this all on mobile ;;
started: june 19, 2022 | ended: -
updates: every tuesday, thursday, saturday at 7:35pm (ISH) est *REGARDING UPDATES AS OF 8/17/22*
tag list [open, send an ask/comment to be added!]: enhacolor, msxflower, enhasolace, sungookie, hobistigma, 09yyeol, cyuuupid, titsout4gojo, dearhee, bubblytaetae, cursedcursives, beans-and-jeanes, thisisnotjacinta, sim-kissed, yoonights, vantxx95, viagumi, jiawji, firstjake, seosracha, nattisbored, solxrssun, valentineyun0, notdrunkbutdazed, enhasengene, bigtoewinwin, soobins-gf, yunki4evr, iloveoceaneyes, precioussoulofmine, tobiosbbyghorl, nomniki, wonzone, yenqa
PROFILES: team en- radio / sunwonki fanclub
ONE - hot senior spotting 🚨
TWO - what does this mean
THREE - surprises
FOUR - no context, just vibes
FIVE - what's enhypen
SIX - nunya business
SEVEN - me and the bestie (/r)
EIGHT - toilet thoughts
NINE - 24 days of free therapy
TEN - never been better
ELEVEN - no song without you
TWELVE - daily drama
THIRTEEN - me and who
FOURTEEN - trajectory of yn's life
FIFTEEN - mind of a mastermind
SIXTEEN - student center tease
SEVENTEEN - (read 3:29 pm)
EIGHTEEN - ynhoon? delete ❤️
NINETEEN - emo on main
TWENTY - cups of the rosé
TWENTY ONE - you betrayed me
TWENTY TWO - romcom gone wrong
TWENTY THREE - #comehome
TWENTY FOUR - nature is healing
TWENTY FIVE - mona lisa
TWENTY SIX - sorry wrong person!!😅
TWENTY SEVEN - truly a pickle
TWENTY EIGHT -
TWENTY NINE -
THIRTY -
more chaps to be added along the way :) titles r tentative !!!
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Considered one of the greatest skating pairs of all time, Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir spent nearly a decade at the top of their sport to become the most decorated ice dancers in the world. Over more than two decades of extraordinary athletic partnership, Tessa and Scott became the first and only ice dance team to win every major international junior and senior skating competition. At the height of their success between 2008 and 2019 they took home a record-setting five Olympic medals, three World Championships, eight Canadian National Championships and won the Four Continents Championship three times. The pair first skated into the hearts of Canadians at the Olympic Winter Games in 2010, thrilling crowds in Vancouver as they became the youngest athletes and first North Americans to win Olympic Gold in ice dancing. Nearly a decade later Tessa and Scott secured their iconic status with a beguiling Gold medal performance that smashed the world record for overall score in free dance at the 2018 Olympic Winter Games in Pyeongchang.
Growing up in London, Ontario, Tessa took to the ice at the age of six after deciding she didn’t want to be the only student in her class who couldn’t skate during a school field trip. Raised in a figure skating family in nearby Ilderton, Ontario, Scott had been skating since he was three years old, coached by his mother Alma and his aunt Carol. First collaborating in 1997 when Tessa was seven years old and Scott was nine, the pair were initially so shy they could barely talk to each other. Building confidence while developing undeniable on-ice chemistry, Tessa and Scott shared a commitment to excellence that continually helped them overcome adversity. The two made enormous sacrifices to hone their craft, embracing success and failure as equal opportunities for growth and turning vulnerability into compelling artistry. Training rigorously to perfect innovative choreography, they pushed boundaries by approaching ice dancing as both creative expression and high performance sport, skating with an emotional sincerity that captivated audiences around the world.
After raising the profile of ice dancing to breathtaking new heights, Tessa and Scott retired from competitive skating in 2019. Since then, Scott has served as head coach and managing director of the Ice Academy of Montreal’s satellite program in London, Ontario. He has also been a vocal advocate for diversity and inclusivity in skating. Tessa completed both an MBA from the Smith School of Business, and a Master of Applied Positive Psychology from the University of Pennsylvania. Tessa is an executive advisor at Deloitte, where she helps to unlock the potential of the Canadian workforce in the realm of high performance and wellbeing. She also serves on the board for Her Mark, a charity that empowers young girls through the power of sport, and Motionball, an organization that fundraises for Special Olympics athletes.
Considérés comme l’un des plus grands couples de patinage artistique de tous les temps, Tessa Virtue et Scott Moir ont passé près d’une décennie au sommet de leur sport pour devenir les danseurs sur glace les plus primés du monde. Au cours de leur partenariat sportif extraordinaire qui a duré plus de deux décennies, Tessa et Scott sont devenus la première et la seule équipe de danse sur glace à remporter toutes les compétitions majeures internationales de patinage artistique junior et senior. À l’apogée de leur succès, soit entre 2008 et 2019, ils remportent un nombre record de cinq médailles olympiques, trois Championnats du monde, huit Championnats nationaux canadiens et ils remportent également le Four Continents Championship à trois reprises. Le couple a conquis les cœurs des Canadiens lors des Jeux olympiques d’hiver de 2010, enthousiasmant les foules à Vancouver en devenant les plus jeunes athlètes et les premiers Nord-Américains à remporter l’or olympique en danse sur glace. Près d’une décennie plus tard, aux Jeux olympiques de 2018 à Pyeongchang, Tessa et Scott consolident leur statut emblématique en donnant une performance enlevante qui leur vaudra la médaille d’or et qui pulvérise alors le record du monde pour la note globale obtenue en danse libre.
Tessa a grandi à London, en Ontario et a commencé à patiner à l’âge de six ans après avoir décidé lors d’une sortie scolaire qu’elle ne serait pas la seule élève de sa classe incapable de patiner. Élevé dans une famille de patineurs artistiques, non loin de là, à Ilderton, en Ontario, Scott a commencé à patiner dès l’âge de trois ans. Sa mère Alma et sa tante Carol ont été ses premières entraîneures. La première collaboration du couple survient en 1997 alors que Tessa a sept ans et Scott neuf ans. Ils sont alors si timides qu’ils arrivent à peine à se parler. Gagnant en confiance au fur et à mesure qu’ils développent leur complicité indéniable sur la glace, Tessa et Scott partagent un engagement envers l’excellence qui les a constamment aidés à surmonter l’adversité. Ils ont tous deux fait d’énormes sacrifices pour perfectionner leur art, en embrassant les succès et les échecs comme des opportunités égales de croissance et en transformant la vulnérabilité en un style artistique saisissant. S’entraînant rigoureusement pour perfectionner des chorégraphies innovantes, ils ont repoussé les limites en abordant la danse sur glace à la fois comme une expression créative et un sport de haute performance, patinant avec une sincérité émotionnelle qui a captivé les publics du monde entier.
Après avoir élevé le profil de la danse sur glace à de nouveaux sommets époustouflants, Tessa et Scott ont pris leur retraite de la compétition en 2019. Depuis lors, Scott occupe le poste d’entraîneur en chef et de directeur général du programme satellite de l’Académie de glace de Montréal à London, en Ontario. Il a également été un ardent défenseur de la diversité et de l’inclusivité dans le patinage. Tessa a obtenu un MBA de la Smith School of Business ainsi qu’une maîtrise en psychologie positive appliquée de l’Université de Pennsylvanie. Tessa est conseillère exécutive chez Deloitte, où elle contribue à libérer le potentiel de la main-d’œuvre canadienne dans le domaine de la haute performance et du bien-être. Elle siège également au conseil d’administration de Her Mark, une association caritative qui autonomise les jeunes filles par le biais du sport, et de Motionball, un organisme qui recueille des fonds pour les athlètes d’Olympiques spéciaux.
Canada’s Sports Hall of Fame is honoured to be presenting Tessa Virtue and Scott Moir with the prestigious Order of Sport award on Thursday, October 19, 2023 as a member of the incredible Class of 2023.
—Order of Sport
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Yuzuru Hanyu's Senior FS Costumes
I. Origin 1.0 (Prince of Darkness)
Note: All the references (interviews, translations, etc.) used for this post are listed below the cut
In the 2018-2019 season, Yuzuru Hanyu came to compete as the newly crowned double Olympic champion. He dedicated his short program (Otonal) to Johnny Weir and his free program (Origin) to Evgeni Plushenko, two skaters Yuzuru admired since childhood.
Origin 1.0 - the costume which has the aura of the Prince of Darkness, as described by Satomi Ito herself, the costume designer¹. I consider this one of the top iconic Yuzuru Hanyu costumes because it deviates from the usual brightly colored ones (think about the blue-based costumes, for example) and he embraces the dark. I do not mean dark as in only color, but also judging by the vibes. The only other costume I can think of as channeling dark(ness) is Masquerade.
There is a striking contrast between the relaxed, skating around Yuzuru Hanyu and the competition mode ON Yuzuru Hanyu. The difference is made specifically by his expression. However, in both instances, the costume seems to create a barrier between him and the rest of the world. Origin 1.0, a black and gold lace-top paired with black velour pants, is the first competition costume worn by Yuzu after winning his second Olympic gold medal and I like to think this costume is made to emphasize that Yuzuru Hanyu is untouchable.
The base of the top is a skin-coloured fabric with overlaid black lace. On the front, the chest's jagged opening creates the illusion of feathers spreading protectively, a subtle dynamism enhanced by the diagonal, slightly winding fabric and golden details orientation. In contrast, on the upper back, the gold fabric follows the curve of the shoulder blades and ribcage, like an exoskeleton, while the lower back's lines are naturally flowing downwards, highlighting the waist. Here and there few dark-red beads can be noticed which confer depth and nuance to the costume.
Origin 1.0 is based on Yuzuru's surname: 『The non-human born of feathers』². As such, the most important detail is represented by the feathers - around 100 handmade black and white feathers by Satomi Ito, applied manually, and the white ones airbrushed black in the middle to maintain the costume's cohesion. Another subtle detail lies in the purple rhinestones. They are seamlessly integrated within the costume so much so that these become noticeable only in close-up photos (see below).
Contributing to the depth of the costume are the purposefully ripped holes within the lace. Satomi Ito took to making those herself in the process of bringing Origin to life². The holes convey a subtle ragged look, of someone who has seen darkness and embraced it. They complement the entire look beautifully, adding to the Prince of Darkness theme.
Origin 1.0 is one of those costumes made of multiple layers with various details applied without looking heavy or overly ornated. It maintains an apparently basic pattern while being full of hidden gems.
At the end of another 'incomplete' season (Yuzu injured his ankle during 2018 NHK's FS practice, winning the event despite it, but having to withdraw from GPF and Japan Nationals), Yuzuru commented in a post-Worlds 2019 interview that the black and gold costume was meant to be "accessorized" only with gold medals (paraphrased)³.
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Personally, I have been quite vocal on this blog about my undying love for the Origin sisters. They are in a constant battle to be my favourite.
Today, Origin 1.0 won for four reasons:
1) the theme is right up my alley
2) there is an easily found translation of an interview with Satomi Ito about the making of the costume (and I'm proud to say I understood the costume and the vision before reading the interview)
3) Yuzu won for the first time both of his GP assignments - he really was determined to have only gold associated with Origin 1.0.
4) 2019 Worlds Origin deserved the gold
1. Translation by @/marika_yuzu
2. "Figure Skating Fan" Magazine 2018-2019 『Born from feathers』 Translation
3. 53:57 YT video
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you'll never skate alone again (90's au) teaser/preview
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click here for a "CD" of y/n's fav songs
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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 :)
feel free to send an ask to be added to the taglist!
-jake whore jardi <3
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Senior Year - Where we lose count
(part 7)
Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader/ y/n Henderson
Context: y/n is Dustin's big sister. The events of S1 to S3 have happened with y/n being a part of it to some extent. S3 ends differently with Hopper escaping the Russians with Joyce and Murray. Joyce and Hopper made it to Enzo at some point and they are now happily dating. Joyce didn't move to California so the gang is all together in Hawkins.
Dustin's and y/n dad died a few years ago. He was Hopper and Joyce's high school friend so they are very close to the family. Hopper is y/n godfather.
I don't know yet if some of the events of S4 will happen in this serie, but I can promise that Eddie will be safe if they do.
Summary: Y/n is starting her senior year as Eddie's starts his third one. They know each other from being in the same high school, but are not really friends. She likes him. Good thing her little brother is now a part of the Hellfire Club.
Warnings: (for the whole serie) mention of dead parents, mention of drugs and alcohol, swearing, slow burn, flirting, mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers, smut 18+.
Author's note: I want this will be a serie. English is not my first language. Also, this is my very first time writing fanfic. Please feel free to comment and give constructive criticism. Thanks!
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It's Saturday afternoon and Eddie gets to your house as planned to work on your chemistry assignement due on Monday. As soon as he parks his van, he hears total chaos coming from inside. He chuckles, guessing the source of said chaos. He opens the front door and what he sees confirm his theory. All the youngster are there, spread all over the living room and the kitchen. Eating sandwiches and chips. It's loud but you look so happy. You are chatting and laughing with El, Max and Will sitting in the living room. Dustin, Mike and Lucas are eating and arguing in the kitchen.
Everybody warmly greets Eddie.
"Guys, you need to clean up and leave soon if you don't want to miss the movie!" you say.
They all get up, hurrying to finish their lunch and put the dishes in the dishwasher. Getting ready to leave. Today's plan for them is afternoon at the movies and sleep-over at the Byers.
"Dustin, don't forget the banana bread!" you shout, grabbing the container and putting it in his backpack "You guys leave some for Joyce, Hop and Jonathan".
"I'll try my best" he says laughing.
You and Eddie watch as they all jump on their bikes (or skate) and leave for the movie theater.
You get back inside.
"Eddie, I have leftovers, i'm making us sandwiches!" you say.
He smiles. By now, he knows there is no refusing food from you. Besides, why would he refuse, he loves all the food you make.
"I'm sad the banana bread left with Dustin" he jokes.
"Don't worry, I hid our portions. I also have extra for Wayne". you answer.
"Of course you have Princess. I don't know why I was worried" he winks at you.
Yes, the nickname stayed, and yes you love it. Add the winks... goosebumps. You like Eddie a lot as a friend, but at this point you know for sure you love him and oh my do you want him. Is the flirting a game? You don't know, but boy do you enjoy it.
You both go to your bedroom with your food. Eddie takes a first bite of his sandwich. He moans and closes his eyes.
"Princess, even your sandwiches are heavenly. What's in there?" he says.
"Can't say, secret ingredient. Family secret" you reply.
"Wow, now I have to marry you to know everything" he answers.
You laugh "You want to marry me for my cooking skills?".
He gets that naughty look on his face and answers "Oh I'm sure you have plenty of other skills worth discovering"
You laugh...and you blush "Ok Munson, that was sexy. You win this round".
You both smile at each other.
"Ok, let's do this damn chemistry assignement so we can have a little peace for the rest of the week-end" you say.
After a few hours, you are both tired but you are finally done with the assignement. It's now dark outside. The only lightening in your bedroom is from the lamp on your desk. You and Eddie sit in a confortable silence at your desk. You start touching his forearm, tracing the bats from his tattoo.
"I like this one" you say.
"Yeah? I didn't know you liked tattoos" he looks surprised.
"I love tattoos!" you reply.
"Do you have any?" he aks.
"It depends, can you keep a secret?"
Eddie face is a mix of shook and amusement "You do, you totally have at least one! No way! I want to know!".
"Oh my God, Eddie" you laugh but you are also worried "I'll tell you everything but you have to promise to keep it a secret. My mom would kill me".
"I promise" he says, mimicking locking his lips and throwing away the key. He looks super excited.
"Ok, nobody knows. For real, nobody but you. I have two small tattoos. Got them at a small tattoo shop while I was in Indianapolis last summer".
"That is so cool. I did not see that coming Princess. Pleasantly surprised" he says with a big grin "Where are they?".
"Well, let's say they are well hidden so my mom can't see them even when i'm in a bathing suit".
"I think i'm gonna faint" Eddie says as he rubs his hands on his face.
You laugh "Are you blushing? Am I winning a new round?"
He stays silent for a moment. Face still in his hands.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours" you say.
He takes his hands off his face to look at you. He is definitively blushing and you win this round. A victorious look on your face.
"Princess, you will be the death of me" he sighs.
You decide to push it further. You are alone with him. Nobody is coming home until tomorrow. And this proximity with him in your poorly lit bedroom is making your head spin with desire. Also, you did what to see all his tattoos.
"It's a serious offer" you tell him.
He stops smilig, still blushing but now also very curious "Really?"
"Yup, but you go first. Show me all your tattoos. And no lifting part of your t-shirt or pants. You have to take the piece of clothing off. That's the deal". And that was a pretty good deal considering you were wearing only a dress.
"Deal". He gets up and quickly takes off his t-shirt.
You stand up and get closer to him "Can I touch you?".
"... yes" he replies a little shaky.
You smile but don't look at him. Your fingers slowly and gently touching his tattoos. Some of them you knew he had, some are new to you. You get to his back to discover big bat wings tattoos. You continue touching, taking your time, contouring the tattoos. You can hear his breathing changing. You feel the goosebumps on his skin. And you enjoy it... a lot. You come back to face him, tracing the tattoos on his chest, slowly coming down to the one besides his happy trail and disappearing a little under his pants.
"The bats on your forearm is still my favorite one" You put your hand on his lower abdomen tattoo "But this one has the best placement for sure". He puts his hands on yours. Your eyes meet his and there is no doubt on both your minds. This isn't just a game. You bite your lower lip and you shiver a little.
"Your turn Princess. I want to see yours now" he whispers.
"You'll have to find them" you softly say has you turn around and hold your hair out of the way so he can unzip your dress. He gently does and your dress falls to the floor. Leaving you only in your underwear. Nice black ones of course. You were always ready in case the flirting would lead to more.
His hands and his eyes are exploring your body. Searching for your tattoos, but it's also way more than that. It's very sensual while being very respectful. No inappropriate touching, He takes his time, slowly touching you everywhere your skin is exposed and paying attention to your reactions. At this point, you can't help making little sounds. Moans and sighs. But you don't feel self-conscious at all. You feel confortable, high on Eddie. You feel on fire. You are really enjoying this. This is foreplay and you are in heaven.
After exploring your legs, he stands up, dangerously close to you. Close enough for you to clearly feel on your stomach that this was working for him too.
"I can't find them" he says.
You lustly look at him "Guess you are going to have to take my underwear off to see them".
He licks his bottom lip and takes your face in this hands "I really want to kiss you right now" he confesses.
You look at him and reply "I always really want you to kiss me".
He blushes, smiles and leans over to kiss you. His hands finding your waist while yours find his neck. And it's soft and perfect and everything you wanted and then hungry and full of more desire from both of you. He grabs your ass and lifts you up. You wrap your legs around his waist. You can feel him kiss you everywhere he can while taking you to your bed.
Finally, this is happening.
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Turkkila & Versluis: “It's Good That The Age Limits Are Being Raised”
Juulia Turkkila and Matthias Versluis have been training intensively for the European Championships taking place soon. The duo's cooperation started on April Fool's Day 2016, but it wasn't a joke. In fact, their partnership has progressed steadily to this day.
Long before they switched to ice dance, Juulia and Matthias already skated on the same ice at Myllypuro rink years ago. When they were ten years old, they even had the same coach but were placed in different groups.
“Matthias was in a better group,” Juulia says with a laugh.
Matthias’ Dutch father and Finnish mother studied and worked in Switzerland during the early 1990s. The family moved to Finland when Matthias was a few months old. Matthias says that he tried different sports when he was younger, but ended up with figure skating. Aside from sports, he also learned how to play the guitar, a hobby that has remained to this day.
“The musicality is helpful because Matthias mixes and builds our music,” Juulia shares.
Behind the couple is a wider group of people who participate in the planning of new programs. When it comes to music, the athletes have the final say.
“Our coach (Maurizio Margaglio) wants the initiative to come from us because then he knows we really like the music,” Matthias explains.
This season, they skate their free program to the music of Schubert, which was Juulia’s idea.
“After last season, we only had a week to prepare for new programs so we had to come up with music quickly,” Juulia shares.
“Creating the right sound from long pieces of classical music is not easy,” Matthias says about his “side job.”
Some skaters cut a raw version of the pieces, from which a professional works on creating the final music, but Matthias handles the process from start to finish.
The music has to fit the choreography, so it is refined throughout the season. When the coach's eye detects a section where more seconds are needed, the music is altered.
After competitions, the coach asks the judges how his skating pair can improve their program even more. Scores and comments are then scrutinized.
This past summer, Juulia and Matthias were not able to train together as much as usual, because Matthias was doing his military service at the Santahamina sports school. In practice, he had to smile broadly at every turn but in the barracks, he had to control the smile.
In the fall, the couple used breaks between competitions to "finish" the programs and based on the results, they have succeeded in their goal. The Finns won bronze in Grand Prix Espoo with a personal best score.
When we followed the pair's ice training in Pirkkola hall, coach Margaglio paid attention to the skaters' gaze and hand movements.
“Our coaches sharpen the overall presentation of the program. We have to enjoy our performance and it has to show all the way to the stands,” Juulia says.
Margaglio wants the Finnish couple to forget their modesty.
“You don't slide onto the ice apologizing, but flaunting self-confidence like opera stars! Juulia, be like a diva,” Maurizio instructs.
Juulia and Matthias have been skating since they were kids so they know the sport's coaching culture. Choosing to continue skating for 20 years, they did not encounter horror experiences with coaches.
“There are no traumas from single skating,” Juulia shares.
Having a wealth of experience, they both have great insight into the age limits of elite skating. There have been 15-year-old participants and medalists in prestigious competitions. For the Finnish couple, this is not a healthy phenomenon.
“It's good that the age limits are being raised. 17 to 18 years would be a good age to enter value competitions,” Juulia and Matthias agree.
A person develops at a rapid pace during adolescence.
“A 15-year-old's body is different from an adult's,” Matthias describes.
Juulia emphasizes the mental aspect and maturity.
“When I was competing in the senior level at 16 years old, I was not thinking like an adult,” she shares.
#TheRelevanceOfThis 👀#Turkkila Versluis#Juulia Turkkila#Matthias Versluis#Ice Dance#Figure Skating#Ice Skating#Skating#Dance#Sport#Art#Love#Life#Performance#Interview#Finland#Finnish#EuroFigure#Euros 2023
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The spots have all been taken! Thank you so much for requesting if you did, and I can't wait to share the rest of these stories! If yours didn't get in for the event, feel free to send it to me anyways - my requests are always open! The playlist is linked at the end of the story. Let me know what you think, any interaction is so appreciated and loved!
Summary: Robin, Eddie, and Dustin alone in a car without their Steve? Eddie realizes his big feelings for Steve while watching him be adorably Steve while ice skating with the kids. Steve and Eddie share a big moment and the kids interrupt it like they do.
A/N: So sorry this is late, I ended up having a busy weekend and was unable to edit/post from my phone. I hope it was worth the wait! This is my very first time ever attempting to write anything Steddie related, and I hope I did them justice.
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Day 07 | Track 07: "Last Christmas" by Wham!
The horn honked loudly, two quick beeps and Eddie rolled his eyes as he searched for a pair of gloves and then finally just said screw it. Of course, it would end up being his fault they were late, and she would waste no time in telling Steve that.
He patted down his pockets, checking for the wallet, keys, cigarettes, and lighter and as he was stepping out the front door, the horn honked again.
He glared at the windshield to see that, surprisingly, it was not Robin honking the horn. As he jogged down the steps and over to the car, he watched as she smacked Dustin's hands away from the wheel before promptly placing hers back in the ten and two positions.
He opened the passenger door and Dustin stared up at him, "Yes?"
"Get in the back, Henderson."
Dustin rolled his eyes, "I'm not sure if you're aware of how the rules of shotgun work, but I was picked up first, therefore I saw the front seat first, ergo - I get the seat."
Eddie crouched down in his face, "And I'm not sure if you're aware that I'm six years your senior, I'm taller, cooler, and-" he ticked off on his fingers, "Have the authority and power to remove pick up and drop off privileges anytime I want,” he pulled at the front of Dustin’s jacket, picking him up a little, “Ergo, get your ass in the back seat."
Dustin grumbled, making it known how unfair it was and more about the rules of shotgun, but did start to crawl over the seat and into the back. Robin held out her hands in disbelief, "Seriously, get out of the car and go around-god no wonder Steve complains about being the babysitter all the time.”
Eddie slid into the seat, narrowly avoiding Dustin's foot, and placed a cigarette in his mouth, dangling between his lips as he mumbled, "Speaking of, why didn't he drive you two?"
Robin plucked the cigarette from his lips and threw it out the window as she backed out of Eddie's make shift drive and shrugged, "He took the others, and we knew your van was still busted and he knew I wanted to practice driving in the snow more."
Dustin pushed his head between the seats, "And I came for moral support."
Eddie placed another cigarette in between his lips and Robin reached over to grab it and Eddie glared and she took her eyes off of the road to glare back. Dustin reached forward and took the pack, "I'm also here to make sure you don't kill each other. Eddie, no smoking in Robin's car. Robin, Eddie can smoke if he wants to when we get there."
Eddie grumbled some sort of agreement and Robin mumbled, "Fine. Fill your lungs with poison."
Robin and Eddie had an interesting relationship. They didn’t hate each other, in fact, they were probably too similar for their own good. But in the past year, they’d butted heads on almost everything. Music, movies, the best and quickest way to get to a location, the perfect snacks for movies, what was reasonable and what was absolutely not when it came to toppings for pizza. Every outing ended in the two looking at Steve, waiting for him to choose a side and Steve walking away from them, disappointed.
And Eddie knew that Robin wasn’t going anywhere. He knew how important she was to Steve. And she wasn’t a bad person. He could think of far worse people to share Steve Harrington with. And then it hit him. The three in this car were all people that very much had to share Steve against their will sometimes.
As they pulled into the rink and saw Steve standing at the doorway watching the car, Eddie knew he had planned it this way on purpose. He could also tell that Robin was coming to the exact same realization as him at the same time and they both sighed.
Dustin looked between the two of them and then at Steve, "What? Why are you two sighing? And why aren't we getting out of the car?"
Eddie smirked, letting himself relish in the fact that he knew something before Dustin Henderson did and from the smile growing on Robin's face, she was too.
Eddie held out his hand, "Truce? He's yours first?"
Robin glanced at his hand then at Dustin, nodding her head, "He’s first. I'm second. You're third. But not in terms of his affection or whatever. In terms of front seat riding, movie night picking, ordering the two things you both want and splitting them equally kind of terms?"
Eddie grinned and nodded and she shook his hand. Dustin was still confused as they got out of the car and Eddie grabbed his head, shaking it a little as he tossed the pack of cigarettes into the car, "Don't worry about it. It wouldn't kill you to not know everything all the time, ya know."
Dustin held up his finger to protest and Steve eyes flicked between the three of them, hands in his pockets, rocking back onto his heels, "Everything okay?"
Eddie patted his shoulder as he walked past, "Of course."
Robin flicked Steve between his eyebrows, "Why wouldn't it be?"
Steve rubbed his forehead and Eddie glanced back to see Dustin frowning and gesturing to the two walking away, "What are you talking about? You were just about to deck each other in the car!"
Eddie frowned, "I don't know what you're talking about Henderson? Any ideas Buck?"
Robin faked her confusion well, "No idea Munson."
It really wasn't lost on him when he saw Steve's shoulders relax, eyes bouncing between him and Robin. He smiled a little and did the exact same thing to Dustin's head as he pushed him forward, saying a quiet, “I know,” to Dustin’s rant about the other two arguing all the time and that he wasn’t crazy, they had just been fighting.
Eddie watched the gang on the opposite side of the rink come into view as he leaned against the side wall. Jonathan and Nancy were holding hands, skating amongst the group of patrons, Mike and Max were easily gliding circles around El, Lucas and Will who were all clinging to the side railing, all of them laughing and trying not to fall. He watched Dustin rush around the rink and bang on the glass at them and they all started yelling at each other through the glass.
Eddie shook his head, what a bunch of dorks they all were.
Steve walked up behind Dustin holding up skates and the way Dustin looked up at him, grinning, Steve rolling his eyes and gesturing to the rink made Eddie’s heart beat a little harder. Why was it so endearing? Why was watching Steve Harrington interacting with children doing this to his chest?
Robin sighed as she fell against the railing next to him, arms folded over it, matching Eddie's stance. She followed his gaze and cleared her throat and whispered, "I think he really likes you Eddie."
He rolled his eyes, "That why I'm third?"
She nudged his elbow with hers and didn't speak until he looked at her and she rolled her eyes at him, "I said not in terms of affection, didn't I?" she turned her gaze to the ice as her chin rested on her hands and she closed her eyes, “Just don’t break his heart…okay?”
He huffed out his breath, fat chance of him being the one to do that. He turned back to the ice and mumbled, “Wouldn’t plan on me being the one to do the heartbreaking Buckley,” just in time to see Steve gliding onto the ice, spinning and skating up and past the kids. Of course he's fucking perfect at it.
He glides past all of the kids and spins to skate backwards, just as he rips off Lucas’ hat. They all start to try to skate faster and catch up with him as he ducked in and out of the other skaters.
Robin rolled her eyes and muttered, "He's such a goddamn show off sometimes."
Eddie grinned, turning to her, “I think that’s the first thing we’ve ever agreed on.”
They smiled at each other as the kids broke off from one another, coming at Steve from two different directions and they watched as Steve froze, all the kids lunged towards him, all falling in a pile together on top of Steve laughing.
Steve started shoving all of them off and yelling something about 'your ass is grass'. But he stops as he sees that El can barely stand on her skates and that Max stayed back with her. Steve watched the boys skate away and leave them in the dust and put his hands on his hips before offering both of them to the girls.
They both grinned and blushed a little as Steve pulled them on the rink, slowly scooting backwards on his skates and talking to them quietly. Robin and Eddie watched him lean in and whisper, before both girls nodded and he started to go faster, then released them from his hands, sending them gliding out in front of him. Nancy and Jonathan skate to a stop next to him and hand him a hockey stick and Steve has the girls grab it. He rolls his eyes as the boys all skate back over, trying to take turns on it instead of the girls and he pushes them away at first. Each time he gets faster, sending all of them into fits of laughter when they go flying.
The song changes overhead to Last Christmas by Wham! and Steve clutches his chest before pointing to the ceiling and closing his eyes, starting to belt out the lyrics. The kids all start booing and try to cover their ears but Steve just sings louder, spinning Max and El around on their skates. When the younger boys see the two girls grinning and giggling, Mike and Lucas start pushing him away, singing themselves and grabbing the girls hands.
Steve grinned and started to skate away and Eddie looked away from him to see Robin staring at him knowingly. She whistled low and mumbled, "Oof. Bit by the Harrington love bug. What a way to go. You were right, it’s not you I have to worry about."
Eddie rolled his eyes as she walked away, the pair shoving each other's shoulders as Steve came to a stop in front of him. His nose and cheeks are flushed and pink from the cold, eyes sparkling and he nodded to wear Robin disappeared to, "Everything okay?"
Eddie glanced down at Steve's hands over his own. How his hazel eyes were looking at him and not anyone else currently. He thinks back to what Robin just said and he takes a deep breath because she’s right.
He's completely and totally in love with Steve Harrington.
Eddie nodded, biting the inside of his lip and Steve frowned and lifted his hand, pulling at Eddie’s chin, "No it's not. You're biting your lip."
Eddie shrugged, praying his ears weren't turning pink, "I just need a cigarette is all."
Steve groaned and started to pull away, "Did Robin throw your cigarettes away? I talked to her, but I'll talk to her again and-"
"I think I love you."
Eddie closed his eyes, "Fuck. I mean. I didn't mean I think. Okay, listen, fuck-"
He rubbed his hands over his cheeks and opened his eyes to see Steve isn't there anymore. Great. Good going Munson, ruined the only good thing you've got going in your life, just like always.
He turned around again to see Steve no longer on the ice, but in front of him, kicking his skates off quickly and stepping over to him.
Steve's hands land on his chest, palms laid flat right over his erratically beating heart and without shoes on, he's just a tiny bit shorter and looking up at Eddie.
He's breathless as he asked, "You think you love me?"
Eddie shook his head no and he saw Steve's face fall and he blew out his breath before he cleared his throat and whispered, "I do love you."
Steve's face splits into a real grin. His dorky grin. Not his cool, ‘ha ha I think I'm funny’ grin. His genuine, head over heels, full of joy smile that Eddie can't get enough of as he asked, "Really?"
Eddie nodded, and Steve leaned in, breath fanning across his lips, "I love you too."
Eddie clutched at Steve's hips, voice a little more frail than he'd ever expected to come out of himself as he asked the exact same thing back, "Really?"
Steve continues to grin as he nodded, about to kiss him when they're both interrupted by the kids all smacking the glass to their right. All of them pretend to make out and make kissing noises coming from the other side, shouting out ‘Oh Eddie you’re so dreamy!’ and ‘I’m gonna be super disgusting and kiss you in front of everyone’ in high pitched voices.
Eddie laughed and covered his mouth quickly pretending it was a cough as Steve gave them all a look he’s only seen a handful of times. He turned to watch the kids skate and run away faster than they ever had, tripping and falling over each other screaming about how Steve was going to actually kill them this time.
Twelve Days of Christmas Playlist:
Since I was lovingly told to tag people in *everything*, here you go you lovely ladies: @boomhauer @loveshotzz @myobmaya @sweetsweetjellybean
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RED:CARD-JAYKI SMAU
pairing: f4!jay x rich!reader x rich!riki
synopsis: Returning to school after a “well deserved” trip, you find a red card waiting for you in your locker setting your entire school against you. All from the one person you thought would always be on your side. Now stuck between two of your closest friends one who suddenly wants nothing to do with you and one who wants to be next to you through it all.
Prologue.
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Another week, another red card except for this time the F4 of Decelis Academy wasn’t using it on someone specific but the entire school. I’m not sure if the boys were bored with their usual bullying tactics or if someone finally didn’t piss them off for once but one thing was sure they were gonna cause chaos in the only way they knew how—the infamous red card.
You might be wondering “What the hell is a red card?” and “What the hell is an F4?”. Allow me to explain, the F4 are the most self-centered cuntbags you’ll- ok got a bit carried away there sorry… if we're being serious they’re the four richest heirs in the entire world their businesses expand all over check the nearest thing to you it’s sure to be made by one of their businesses if not all of them.
Heeseung, an international playboy, you won’t catch him without a new girl hooked on his arm every other night. He doesn’t do relationships and honestly, no one knows why, but they don’t get the chance to ask because all their words become jumbled in front of him before you can even think to. His family runs deep. No one knows exactly what or where they came from, but some say he’s linked to royalty from the Joseon dynasty.
Jake, the golden retriever of the group ever so loyal. Yes, that might be thanks to his tolerable personality or his possible connections to the mafia, but it’s all hearsay. His family gets their wealth from their many clubs and construction businesses, not sure how the two are connected and honestly never thought to ask... I don't think I want to.
Jay is one of the F4 boys I’m closer to, mostly thanks to the connection our families hold, which made me grow up with him and the boys in a way. Jay’s family holds a different type of wealth from the student body. Running the largest hotel chain across the globe would certainly have that benefit. Looking for places to further expand, when his family saw my family’s prospective and upcoming airline growing with more exposure and expensive clientele, they took interest and became associated with each other fairly quickly since my dad was keen on not conjoining the two companies.
As said, they are the F4 so we can’t forget Mr. Ice cold himself. He hates the nickname, not my fault. It’s what he made every username since he was 5. Sunghoon and Jay’s groups also go hand in hand using a range of hotels to house their sports teams ranging from the NBA to sponsoring the Olympics. It’s almost natural for him to be involved in a sport, but his love for figure skating is unparalleled to any of the many he took up as a child. He dragged us to the ice rink once to “teach” us, yet it was mostly him showing off. I did enjoy my time though and took up skating with him in my free time or when he begged me.
These four are called the F4 or Flower 4 for their wealth and good looks, showing only their best side to the press, therefore earning the title. But as you know, the wealthy must assert dominance and that’s when the red card was made. Getting the red card is practically a free pass to do what and whatever to the person that earned it. The bullying can be severe, although the boys never upfront support it, they don’t do much to stop it. I don’t personally like the method and trust I’ve tried to convince them to stop, to no avail.
Moving on, the F4 are seniors and will finally be leaving the school, which I thought would mean this whole red card nonsense would stop as well, but there was one freshman that just had to stand out, Nishimura Riki. A giant 6ft+ kid coming in with just as much entitlement and playful nature as the F4, which they took a quick liking to. He went from loudly playing his switch in the large and spacious cafeteria to being quickly adopted and picked up by them after choosing to ignore them for animal crossing. You’d imagine my shock seeing him walk to the sitting area as if he’d been there the whole time.
“What am I doing here?” He spoke. I was wondering the same. One second I was peacefully conversing with my group of friends: Jungwon, Sunoo, and Yoon. Usually, Wonyoung would be there but she’s recently been busy modeling and designing. The point is, I was there having a typical day before Jake suddenly appeared by my side with that wide grin you can’t help but love. Then suddenly I feel two hands grab my arms and I’m being dragged from my seat. I don’t even have to wonder who. It’s Hee from the slight squeeze on my arm that he always does to let me know he’s there. That was four months ago. I met this new kid that I have to “teach the ropes” for some reason.
I’ll have to thank them someday for introducing me to one of my closest friends. We quickly clicked, and I forcibly made him meet my friend group, luckily getting along with them. With the exception of Yoon—not because she disliked him, she disliked that he was the sole heir to her least favorite tradition of the school.
F4 wanted Riki to carry on the red card, not sure with what other friends. I’ve seen him talk to others like twice. One being Soul and the other Leeseo Wonyoung’s younger sister nonetheless he had to acquire 3 others to make the future F4 which of course brought a lot of… let’s say ambitious people so he doesn’t let anyone else in choosing to hangout with Jay or me. They’re always stuck together when F4 gets into the universe knows what. Our trio used to hang out frequently but stopped suddenly as Jay was always “too busy” so it’s been Riki and I recently. The red card was also MIA up until now. The first red card in almost a month and it was aimed toward the entire school.
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Wishes for next season :
Miura/Kihara World champs
McIntosh/Mimar to have a great senior debut.
Golubeva/Giotopoulos-Moore to do well on the GP circuit
(man, the pairs field this season... Chaotic but also I'm extremely interested in what's going to happen)
Mao Shimada vs Jia Shin battling it out on the junior circuit.
Young You finally wins a Grand Prix.
Kaori Sakomoto world domination
Mai Mihara makes the world team
Dark horse Rino Matsuike (those programs tho😔)
Ilia vs Yuma
Euro champ Loena, with the podium being Loena-Katya Kurakova-Niina Petrokina
A great, injury free season for Olga Mikutina who deserves everything.
Assignment of death for NHK : Ilia vs Yuzuru vs Artur Dmitriev Jr. Battle of the quad Axel, won by Artur skating to Lou Bega in an ill fitting shirt.
Euro podium Deniss-GOATssl-Darth Adam.
Russian figure skating fading into irrelevance...
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Watching Junior Pairs was interesting this event! Juniors is such a weird time for pairs, and we’re about to see even more weirdness in the field (in a good direction in my opinion because it will narrow those age gaps in junior pairs) as there’s a whole slew of partnerships that are going to become age ineligible to compete at any level (man too old for juniors, woman too young for seniors) because of how the age limits got changed. A lot of pairs were formed with the old age limits in mind and have pretty big age gaps, often because as they are growing and getting stronger, it’s just easier if the size gap between the pair is as big as possible. I think that narrowing the age gap in junior pairs is actually going to push for better pairs elements in the long run, but we’ll see if I’m right about that.
My moment of meta level interest is also for the Japanese pair that came in as alternates for this event. Murakami/Moriguchi have a lot of potential in pairs, and they actively challenged for the podium, almost squeaking into bronze after a really good free skate. I hope that how they were matched up and performed is indicative of how Japanese figure skating is approaching developing their pairs program. Japan has an incredibly deep singles field, so drawing good skaters with overall solid skills who have their triples but aren’t challenging the very top of the Japanese field and developing them in pairs, getting them coaching to focus on those pairs elements, really has the potential to pay off. Those side by side jumps were *incredible*, the most challenging side by side combo/sequence ever attempted and succeeded in pairs! They’re still clearly learning the pairs elements and how to skate as a pair, but what they’ve got so far is good! Now, this is one of the teams that is going to get caught in that age gap problem because they were formed as a team before the rule changed. I hope that they don’t get split up and just compete domestically and keep working on those skills if they can keep skating like this though because I see a lot of potential there, and their jumps and skating lines match really well. Between the senior pairs results and this though, I think that Japanese skating may finally have figured out what they need to do to start cracking into having a solid pairs program. I’m going to be keeping my eyes on the development there for sure.
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Hello! Are you going to be watching Canadian Nationals? Any thoughts on what to watch for or interesting teams/dynamics?
Hello! I am definitely going to be watching Canadian Nationals, I am very excited!
I don't know much about junior skaters, I never really do, so I'm not well versed in what to watch in that respect, but for seniors, there are definitely some fun things to look out for:
Men: It is Keegan Messing's final Nationals, perhaps his final competition depending on how he skates, his wife's due date for their baby is also the day of the men's free skate, so that's sure to be a wild time. Roman Sadovsky has been his usual trash fire self all season, but he usually peaks at Nationals, so hoping he has a good skate, but I am refusing to root for him, because I just end up annoyed and tired of all the stupid mistakes he makes.
Women: It is Maddie Schizas' competition to lose, I do not see any other Canadian women getting even close to her, unless she truly falls apart. Gabby Daleman withdrew, so there isn't even a little bit of competition. As an aside, Gabby needs to retire, and retire now.
Pairs: For the first time in a while there are four teams in Canadian pairs that could medal, McIntosh/Mimar, Laurin/Ethier, Pereira/Michaud, and Stellato-Dudek/Deschamps. However, Deanna has been very sick, her voice has even changed, they haven't been able to train as much, so the title, which seemed like a guarantee for them, is now very much now up for grabs. Lia and Trennt have been scoring wildly well despite having no triple throws, and they could medal and over take the teams that have medaled on the grand prix quite easily. I really look forward to this competition.
Ice dance: With Piper and Paul out because of Piper having appendicitis, the Canadanes will most certainly become National Champions, which is very exciting for them, it also means a silver for Lajoie and Lagha, which I also love. The bronze will be a battle between Soucisse and Firus and Lauriault and Legac, which Marie-Jade and Romain will definitely win. I hope Hensen and Lickers have a good competition and place in the top 6, I really like them.
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Big day yesterday.
After skating in the morning I got to watch the Victorian state championships! Its a bench mark competition so I was hoping that ment getting to see some really good skating.
Here are what I hope are some very brief notes:
- the novice divisions where big
-i missed ice dance/pairs
- I sore maybe 4 men skate the whole day
- Chris showed me how to run the camera!
- there is corner that is known as the 'axel corner ' that camera can't see thanks to the hockey glass (?)
- there were a couple of triple axels. All of the. In the novice divisions.
- no quads
- Chris was not in pressed with the lack of transitions in the adult women's programs (there were only 3 competitors)
- alot of the skate school coachs were completing in the novice divisions (intermediate i think?) And did Really well!
Here is Camilo's free skate. He was the only one in the senior men's.
#figure skating#ducky does a skate#adventures in skating#adult skater#shells on ice#Victorian championships#local skating comp
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Q #176 - What can be done about pairs?
Q #176: "a lot of people point to pairs as a dying discipline. historically, what are the most successful ways certain federations have developed skating in their country (or just a specific discipline) and what can be done about pairs?"
Hi anon, Great question.
Pairs has historically been the discipline with the highest barrier to entry for essentially all individuals: coaches and skaters, because of how complex and dangerous the elements are—especially to learn in isolation without someone who really has experience spotting.
Russia has ruled pairs since it’s inception. I don’t even know how many straight Olympic golds and worlds titles they won but it’s A LOT. Because pairs is just… insanely dangerous (and the level of difficulty has been the most constant for 45 years of all disciplines) traditionally the largest skating poses with the most available skaters and the most monetary investment have had the most successful pairs programs. In my essay about Japanese pairs (Q #49) I talked a lot about how China became the biggest pairs dynasty after Russia.
From an ISU perspective of using policy and rules to get a desired effect in more than just, how do we want to reward/restrict skaters’ individual performances, but what types of development and programs do we want to see, IMO the rules desperately need to change. Pairs has the most ridiculously crowded free skates in terms of number of elements, even beyond a developmental standpoint but just looking for balance between the disciplines, there needs to be the removal of an element (say the combo spin) and potentially the addition of an element that allows for more choreographic freedom. The changes that have been made in ice dance have really been much more necessary in pairs. Lowering the number of elements will help lower that barrier of entry for newer teams. I love pairs lifts but it might be necessary to go back to 2 lifts in a FS vs. 3 to again, lower that barrier of entry and make it easier for new, inexperienced teams to really make a leap into the discipline. Hopefully those changes will lead to less dangerous falls that we see because of just extreme fatigue in all but just the very top teams.
These changes wouldn’t be permanent, and I want to just say that it’s not my ideal form of the discipline, but the rules need to reflect the current reality of the pairs field and it is frankly dire. From a junior development standpoint, the ISU could make a point to sponsor junior pairs teams to get them rooms and flights to JGP assignments so pairs from more singles-oriented federations aren’t punished for their lack of funding. I would also make a point on the senior GP circuit to leave spots open for invitation of newly formed teams, who may have previously held higher world ranking but were left out because of splits. Or maybe more importantly, specify in the rules that they can be invited once X world ranking pairs have been selected.
Would love to hear everyone else’s thoughts!
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