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pairing: amber glenn x fem! reader summary: dating amber glenn means eventually meeting the blade angels. unfortunately for amber, alysa and Isabeau are determined to interrogate you, expose her embarrassing skating videos, and make sure you’re worthy. warnings: mild language | playful teasing | embarrassing moments | protective behavior | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine library
The first thing you noticed about skating rinks was how loud they were when they were quiet.
Even when nobody was talking, the place hummed air vents buzzing softly, blades scratching across distant ice, the occasional echo of a door closing somewhere down the hall.
You stood near the boards with your hands tucked nervously into the sleeves of your hoodie, watching the only skater currently on the ice.
Your girlfriend. Amber moved like she owned the rink.
She pushed into a long, powerful edge, gathering speed before launching into a jump. You held your breath out of habit even though you’d watched her train dozens of times.
She landed clean.
The sharp crack of her blade hitting the ice echoed through the arena.
“YES!” - she shouted to herself, pumping a fist.
You couldn’t help laughing.
Amber noticed immediately.
Her head snapped toward the boards, and the moment she spotted you, her serious training expression melted into a huge grin.
“There she is!”
She skated over fast, stopping with a spray of ice against the boards.
“You saw that, right?” - she asked breathlessly.
“You mean the jump you landed perfectly?”
Amber pointed at you.
“Exactly that jump.”
“You’ve landed it like ten times today.”
“Yeah but that one had ✨drama✨.”
You rolled your eyes affectionately.
“That’s not a judging category.”
Amber leaned her arms on the boards, tilting her head up to look at you.
“Well it should be.”
Her cheeks were flushed from practice and her hair was slightly messy, but she looked happier than you’d seen her all week.
Then she suddenly straightened.
“Oh-right”
Your stomach flipped. - “What?”
Amber pushed herself up onto the boards and hopped off the ice beside you.
“Today’s the day.”
You immediately knew what she meant.
“…today?”
She nodded excitedly.
“Yep.”
You groaned softly.
“You told them I was coming, didn’t you?”
Amber looked extremely pleased with herself.
“Oh yeah.”
“You promised you wouldn’t make it a big deal.”
“I didn’t!”
You raised an eyebrow.
Amber paused.
“…okay maybe a small deal.”
Before you could respond, the rink doors opened.
Two skaters walked in together, laughing about something.
Amber lit up instantly.
“Oh perfect timing!”
You instinctively grabbed her sleeve.
“Wait-wait-are those-“
Amber squeezed your hand.
“Relax.”
But she was clearly enjoying your panic.
The two skaters stepped closer, and you recognized them immediately.
Alysa walked in first, carrying her skates over one shoulder with easy confidence. Beside her was Isabeau, wrapped in a jacket and holding a water bottle.
They were mid conversation until Alysa spotted Amber. - “AMBER!”
Amber waved dramatically.
“HI!”
Then Alysa noticed you.
She slowed.
“Wait.”
Her eyes flicked between you and Amber.
“Is that-”
Amber wrapped an arm around your shoulders instantly.
“Yep.”
Isabeau’s eyes widened slightly with curiosity.
“Oh my god.”
Your brain decided now was a great time to forget how speaking worked.
Amber gently nudged you forward.
“Guys, this is my girlfriend.”
Silence.
Not a bad silence.
Just… a very focused silence.
You felt like you were being studied.
Then Alysa suddenly broke into a grin.
“Finally!”
Amber groaned.
“Oh no.”
Alysa pointed at her.
“She’s been talking about you forever.”
Your head whipped toward Amber.
“Amber.”
Amber immediately looked guilty.
“I may have mentioned you.”
Isabeau smiled softly and stepped forward first.
“Hi” - she said warmly. - “I’m Isabeau.”
You shook her hand quickly.
“It’s really nice to meet you.”
Then Alysa stepped closer with a mischievous expression.
“So you’re the famous girlfriend.”
You laughed nervously.
“I didn’t realize I was famous.”
“Oh you are.”
Amber covered her face.
“I regret everything.”
Alysa leaned on the boards beside you.
“So how long have you been putting up with her?”
“ALYSA.”
You tried not to laugh.
“Long enough to know she gets dramatic when she lands a good jump.”
Isabeau laughed softly.
“Oh that’s true.”
Amber pointed at both of them.
“You’re supposed to be on my side.”
Alysa shook her head.
“Nope. We switched teams.”
Amber turned to you.
“They’ve betrayed me.”
You patted her arm sympathetically.
“That must be really hard.”
Amber squinted at you suspiciously.
“…you’re enjoying this.”
“A little.”
Isabeau studied the two of you with a small smile.
“You two are really cute together.”
Amber’s ears immediately turned pink.
“She is” - Amber said quickly.
You nudged her.
“That wasn’t subtle.”
“I don’t do subtle.”
Alysa nodded approvingly.
“Correct.”
Then she suddenly crossed her arms and looked at you seriously.
“Okay important question.”
Amber groaned.
“Oh no.”
Alysa pointed dramatically.
“What’s Amber like when she loses at Mario Kart?”
Amber gasped.
“That’s classified information.”
You pretended to think.
“Well…”
Amber shook your shoulder.
“Don’t you dare.”
“…she blames the controller.”
Isabeau laughed.
Alysa clapped.
“I KNEW IT.”
Amber looked betrayed.
“I trusted you.”
“You set yourself up” - you said.
Alysa grinned at you.
“Yeah, you’re definitely staying.”
Amber blinked.
“What?”
Alysa shrugged casually.
“We’re adopting her.”
Isabeau nodded.
“Blade Angels rule.”
You laughed.
Amber wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer.
“Wow” - she said. - “You met them five minutes ago and they’ve already claimed you.”
“You brought me here” - you reminded her.
“That’s true.”
Then Amber leaned closer to you and whispered quietly - “See? I told you they’d love you.”
You looked at Alysa and Isabeau now arguing about who fell harder in practice last week.
“…they’re chaos.”
Amber smiled proudly.
“They’re my chaos.”
You leaned your head lightly against her shoulder.
And somehow, standing there with the cold air of the rink and the sound of laughter echoing across the ice-
you felt completely welcomed.
The Blade Angels adopting you happened faster than you expected.
It had been barely ten minutes since you met them, and somehow you were already sitting in the rink stands between Alysa and Isabeau while Amber laced her skates again on the floor below.
Amber looked up suspiciously.
“You three are way too quiet.”
Alysa leaned back in her seat.
“Relax.”
That made Amber even more suspicious.
Isabeau tilted her head toward you curiously.
“So… how long have you two been dating?”
Amber immediately pointed at them.
“Hey.”
“What?” - Alysa said innocently.
“You’re interrogating my girlfriend.”
Alysa grinned.
“Correction.”
She leaned slightly toward you.
“We’re interrogating you about Amber.”
You laughed nervously.
Amber groaned loudly from the bench.
“I hate this.”
Isabeau spoke gently.
“We’re just curious.”
Then she added calmly - “She talks about you constantly.”
Amber froze.
Your head snapped toward her.
“…she does?”
Alysa nodded dramatically.
“Oh yeah.”
Amber covered her face with both hands.
“Please stop.”
Alysa ignored her completely.
“First question” - she said, pointing at you like a detective.
“Who said “I love you” first?”
Amber’s head shot up.
“ALYSA.”
You tried not to laugh.
“…Amber.”
Alysa slammed her hand on the seat triumphantly.
“I KNEW IT.”
Isabeau smiled softly.
“That’s actually really cute.”
Amber muttered something into her hands that sounded suspiciously like traitors.
Alysa wasn’t finished.
“Second question.”
Amber stood up.
“NO.”
“YES.”
Alysa leaned forward with intense curiosity.
“What’s Amber like when she’s nervous before competitions?”
You thought for a second.
Amber stared at you in warning.
You smiled sweetly.
“She reorganizes everything.”
Amber groaned.
Isabeau blinked.
“Everything?”
“Oh yeah” - you said. - “Her bag, her water bottles, her jacket, the snack pocket-“
Alysa started laughing.
“That’s so accurate.”
Amber crossed her arms.
“You’re supposed to support me.”
“I am” - you said.
Then you added gently - “You’re just… very particular.”
Alysa wiped imaginary tears from her eyes.
“This is amazing.”
Isabeau looked thoughtful.
“You know what this means.”
Amber sighed.
“…what.”
Alysa pulled out her phone.
“Embarrassing Amber content.”
Amber’s eyes widened.
“NO.”
Too late.
Alysa was already scrolling.
“Oh my god” - she whispered.
Amber lunged toward the stands.
“Alysa, I swear-”
“Found one!”
Isabeau leaned over her shoulder.
“Oh no.”
You leaned in too.
The video started playing.
Tiny Amber, maybe seven years old, stood on the ice wearing a glittery purple skating dress that was… aggressively sparkly.
She struck a dramatic pose.
The music started.
Then halfway through the routine-
She tripped over her toe pick and dramatically faceplanted.
The video paused on tiny Amber sprawled on the ice.
Alysa lost it.
“Oh my god.”
Isabeau laughed into her sleeve.
You tried to be supportive.
“…you recovered well?”
Amber looked absolutely betrayed.
“I trusted the internet to forget that.”
Alysa wiped tears from her eyes.
“Nope.”
She showed you another video.
Young Amber dramatically lip syncing to music while skating.
“You were a theater kid” - you said softly.
Amber sighed.
“I still am.”
You nudged her shoulder affectionately.
“It’s adorable.”
Amber paused.
“…adorable?”
Alysa grinned.
“You heard her.”
Amber tried very hard not to smile.
⸻
Later that evening the four of you ended up at a small competition event nearby.
Not competing, just watching and supporting some skaters.
The arena was busier this time.
Fans, coaches, skaters everywhere.
You stood near the barrier while Amber talked with Alysa and Isabeau a few feet away.
A random guy standing nearby glanced at you.
Then again.
Then he walked over.
“Hey” - he said casually.
You looked up politely.
“Hi.”
“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”
Before you could answer-
A shadow appeared beside you.
Amber.
She slid an arm around your waist smoothly.
“Hey” - she said casually.
But her tone had a very clear edge.
The guy blinked.
“Oh-hi.”
Amber smiled politely.
But her grip on your waist tightened slightly.
“My girlfriend” - she said.
The guy’s expression changed immediately.
“Oh-sorry. I didn’t realize.”
Amber’s smile stayed sweet.
“No worries.”
He left quickly.
You turned to Amber.
“…was that necessary?”
Amber looked very proud of herself.
“Yes.”
Alysa’s voice appeared behind you.
“Wow.”
Isabeau nodded.
“That was fast.”
Amber shrugged.
“What?”
Alysa crossed her arms.
“You went full protective mode.”
Amber squeezed your hand.
“Of course I did.”
You smiled.
“…I noticed.”
Isabeau tilted her head.
“You’re really happy, aren’t you?”
Amber didn’t even hesitate.
“Yeah.”
She glanced at you for half a second, soft and warm.
Then Alysa clapped her hands dramatically.
“Alright!”
Everyone looked at her.
“New rule” - she announced.
“What rule?” - Amber asked.
Alysa pointed at you.
“She’s officially part of the Blade Angels now.”
Isabeau nodded in agreement.
“Absolutely.”
You laughed.
Amber shook her head fondly.
“You met them once and now you’re stuck with them.”
You looked at the chaotic pair beside you.
“…I think I’m okay with that.”
Amber smiled and squeezed your hand again.
And Alysa immediately whispered to Isabeau - “Step one of the plan worked.”
I love your Alysa Liu fics a ton, also love her lots. I was wondering for a fic that reader also being a figure skater going to the Olympics for the first time and being on Team USA and after performing her solo feeling very emotional from being at the Olympics/ the song being really meaningful to reader plus being grateful to be there and everything and Alysa being the happiest gf and celebrating on placing really well too when watching reader getting her score with her coaches, maybe if you want to put in reader crying for being so happy as she felt good about her performance even though there was so nerves in the beginning before starting. Alysa being so happy on the sidelines and celebrating when she goes for a hug Very cute like getting support from Alysa. :)
hey, so.. i tried, not my best work, but here it is 🤗
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pairing: alysa liu x fem! figure skater! reader summary: read your first olympic skate is overwhelming, emotional, and everything you dreamed of. alysa is there to celebrate the moment with you. warnings: emotional Olympic moment | crying (happy) | very supportive girlfriend | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine a/n: i think song for performance would be: the winner is” - mychael danna or “shake it out” - florence + the machine library
The Olympic arena was buzzing with energy, lights reflecting off the ice like a sea of stars. You felt it all at once: excitement, nerves. This was your first Olympics, your first time representing Team USA on this stage, and the magnitude of it made your stomach flutter uncontrollably. Every step from the locker room to the rink felt surreal.
Your skates dug into the ice as the announcer called your name. Your heart threatened to burst through your chest, and your hands shook as you adjusted your gloves. The first notes of your program filled the arena, and suddenly the world narrowed. Everything else the cheering crowd, the flashing cameras, the pressure fell away. It was just you, the ice, and the song that had carried you through so many moments: the one that had made you fall in love with skating all over again.
Your nerves lingered at first, making your movements slightly tense, but as you glided through the first jump, a wave of calm washed over you. Each spin, each step sequence, each delicate edge you carved into the ice reminded you that you had earned this moment. Tears pricked at your eyes, unbidden, as the emotions welled up gratitude for the years of training, awe that you were even here, and joy at the sheer privilege of performing your passion on the world’s biggest stage.
By the final pose, your chest heaved with exhilaration and relief. The music faded, leaving a soft echo of applause, and you skated to the edge of the rink. You could see your coaches clapping, smiling, but your gaze immediately sought the sidelines. And there she was Alysa her face lights up, hands clapping so hard it looked like she might hurt them. Her grin was impossibly wide, eyes sparkling with pride, and when she saw you glance her way, she waved enthusiastically, shouting your name.
The scores flashed on the board. High. High enough to make your heart leap and your knees weak. You pressed a hand to your mouth, tears streaming freely. You had done it. You had skated the performance of your dreams. Your emotions overflowed, and the tears came not from stress, but from pure happiness, from the overwhelming sense of having arrived.
Alysa was already moving toward you, her arms wide. - “Come here!” - she called, her voice breaking with emotion. You barely made it off the kiss and cry before you were in her embrace, trembling as she hugged you tight, one hand brushing your hair back, the other holding your shoulder firmly as if she could somehow anchor the happiness for both of you.
“You were… incredible” - she whispered, her voice thick with emotion, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. - “I am so proud of you. You killed it out there!”
You laughed through your tears, shaking your head. - “I… I don’t even know what to say. I was so nervous at first. I thought I’d mess up everything…”
“You didn’t” - Alysa interrupted softly but firmly, smiling as she brushed her thumbs over your cheeks, smearing a little of your tears. - “You were perfect. Every step, every jump. I’ve never seen you shine like that before.”
You let yourself collapse fully into her arms, chest heaving, feeling the warmth and support radiate from her. The coaches came over, clapping you on the back and offering congratulations, but you barely registered them. In this moment, it was just you and Alysa.
She spun you gently on, careful not to slip, laughing as you stumbled slightly. - “I can’t even… I can’t stop smiling” - she admitted, holding you again. - “You made me so happy. Watching you… I just…” - She hugged you tighter, and you buried your face in her shoulder, sobbing a little from the sheer intensity of everything.
“Yes, you are” - Alysa said, her own eyes shining. - “And you’re amazing. And we’re going to celebrate so much later, but for now… just let me hold you.”
You nodded, clutching her back, feeling the adrenaline, the relief, the joy all mingle together. Around you, the arena was alive, the applause continuing, but it faded into background noise. Here, on this ice, with Alysa holding you, everything else could wait. You had made it. You had skated your dream. And you were sharing every bit of it with the person who believed in you the most.
After letting yourself soak in Alysa’s hug, you both stepped to the sidelines, still holding hands. Your coaches flanked you, smiling. The tension returned briefly as the next skater performed, but this time it wasn’t fear it was anticipation.
Alysa’s fingers intertwined with yours tightly, her excitement palpable. - “You’ve got this” - she whispered, leaning close so only you could hear, her voice a mix of reassurance and barely contained joy. - “I already know you’re amazing, but let’s see them all recognize it too.”
The scores began flashing for each competitor. Each time another skater’s total appeared, your pulse raced, heart in your throat. Alysa squeezed your hand with every number, her face lighting up or frowning with each placement it was like watching her own emotions mirror yours, a perfect reflection of the stakes and the joy.
Then your total appeared at the top of the scoreboard. High. Really high. Your chest tightened, and you felt tears prick again, this time of disbelief mixed with pride. Alysa’s grin widened until it practically split her face. She grabbed your face gently, brushing away a stray tear with her thumb. - “You did it. You really did it! Look at that!” - she cheered, her voice ringing over the buzz of the crowd.
You laughed and cried at the same time, pressing your forehead against hers. - “I… I can’t believe it. After all those nerves… I actually… I actually did it!”
“Yes, you did!” - Alysa exclaimed, bouncing slightly feet in excitement. She spun you around in a playful hug, careful not to let you go, laughing as your own laughter joined hers. - “And look at that placement! Team USA is going to be so proud of you. And so am I more than anything.”
You held her tight, feeling her warmth seep into every corner of your being. - “I feel… so happy” - you whispered, your voice cracking. - “And so lucky… lucky to be here, lucky to have you…”
Alysa pressed a kiss to your temple, resting her forehead against yours. - “You earned every second of this” - she murmured. - “And I’m going to celebrate you until your cheeks hurt. But first” - she grinned mischievously - “we get a proper hug that counts for about ten more Olympic medals.”
You laughed through your tears, letting her lift you slightly in a tight embrace, spinning you once before setting you down again. Coaches smiled knowingly from the sidelines, but in that moment, none of it mattered. It was just you and Alysa, celebrating a dream realized, hearts full and eyes shining.
Every time you thought about the nerves before your performance, the fear that maybe you’d falter, it melted away. Here you were: first Olympics, representing Team USA, performing the program that meant everything to you, and sharing it with someone who had cheered you on every step of the way. And Alysa… Alysa’s happiness was infectious. The way she clapped, laughed, and celebrated you made every ounce of effort worth it.
Finally, she let go just enough to grab your hands, pulling you close again. - “We’re not done celebrating” - she promised, eyes sparkling. - “Not until the whole world knows how incredible you are.”
And as you leaned into her, letting your tears mix with laughter, you knew she was right. This, the joy, the love, the triumph was a moment you would carry forever.
Later, after the applause had faded and the rink was quieter, you and Alysa walked slowly through the Olympic village, still hand in hand. The adrenaline from your performance had softened into a gentle, glowing warmth. You kept replaying the program in your mind, the jumps, the spins, the way the music had carried you and a smile kept tugging at your lips.
Alysa walked beside you, her arm brushing yours every so often, her grin soft but still bright with excitement. - “You were unreal out there” - she said, nudging you gently. - “I don’t think anyone could’ve done it better. You made me so happy, you know that?”
You leaned your head against her shoulder, feeling the steady rhythm of her steps. - “I don’t know if I can even put it into words… I’m just… so glad you were there” - you whispered. - “I needed you cheering for me. Every second.”
Alysa stopped, turning to face you. Her eyes glimmered, full of love and pride. - “And I always will be. In every program, every competition… but tonight, especially” - she said, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. - “You skated your heart out, and I got to witness it. That’s all the celebration I need… well, almost all of it.”
You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks, maybe months. The nerves, the pressure, the years of practice they all melted into the quiet magic of this moment: you, Alysa, and the glow of a dream realized.
“I love you” - you murmured, still clutching her hand, voice soft with happiness.
“I love you too” - she replied, smiling wide enough to make your heart skip. - “And I’m never letting go. Not here, not ever.”
You stayed like that for a while, walking slowly, hands entwined, letting the world spin around you. Somewhere nearby, other skaters celebrated, fans cheered, and cameras clicked but for you, it was just this: the warmth, the pride, the love, and the knowledge that this Olympic moment would stay with you forever.
And as the lights of the village glimmered around you, you realized that some victories weren’t just about scores or medals they were about joy, love, and the people who made every step of the journey worth it. And Alysa was at the very center of it all.
Small follow up to my question lol🥹 request for amber: reader is a celebrity(model maybe?) and has a big social media presence. she’s doing a live and accidentally shows amber in the back, making it obvious their living together, hard launching their relationship💗
thank you for that idea, i really enjoy write this, you're the sweetest 🤗🫶🏻
pairing: amber glenn x fem! model! reader summary: accidentally hard launching your relationship with amber during a livestream because she wanted strawberries. the internet will never let you live this down. warnings: social media | livestream setting | accidental relationship reveal | mentions of internet attention & fandom reactions | very soft domestic fluff | excessive strawberry discourse | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine library
You had been live for maybe fifteen minutes.
It started as a normal stream just you in your oversized hoodie, sitting cross legged on the couch, phone propped up against a candle while thousands of viewers flooded the comments.
“Okay wait…stop” - you laughed, reading the chat. - “No, I did not dye my hair again. It’s the lighting!”
Hearts and usernames scrolled endlessly.
Being a model meant people were used to seeing you online. Photo shoots, brand deals, little casual lives like this. What they weren’t used to… was seeing much of your personal life.
Especially your love life.
Which was exactly why you’d been careful.
Until tonight.
“Someone asked what I did today” - you said, adjusting the sleeve of your hoodie. - “Um… honestly? Nothing exciting. Grocery run. Gym. I watched-“
A sound came from the kitchen.
Cabinets opening.
You didn’t notice.
The viewers did.
The camera angle was just wide enough to catch the open kitchen behind you. A tall blonde figure padded across the floor in sweatpants and one of your hoodies, hair tied up in a messy bun.
Completely unaware you were live.
“- and then I watched practice videos because apparently I’m being forced to become a professional figure skating fan” - you joked.
WHO IS THAT
WAIT
IS THAT AMBER???
IS THAT AMBER GLENN??
You blinked, confused. - “Why is everyone-“
Behind you, the blonde opened the fridge.
And spoke.
“Babe, did you finish the strawberries?”
The second the word left her mouth, the chat absolutely detonated.
You froze.
Slowly… painfully slowly… you turned around.
There she was.
Amber Glenn stood barefoot in your kitchen, holding the fridge door open, staring at you and your phone with dawning horror.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” - Amber asked.
You pointed at the phone. At the live.
Her eyes followed your finger.
She saw the comments flying.
Her soul visibly left her body.
“Oh my god.”
You slapped your hand over your mouth, half laughing, half dying inside.
“I-okay-so funny story-“
“Are you LIVE?” - Amber whisper shouted.
The chat screamed even louder.
THEY LIVE TOGETHER???
AMBER CALLED HER BABE
HARD LAUNCH???
Amber slowly shut the fridge door like she was in a horror movie.
“You said this was a chill night” - she said.
“It WAS” - you wheezed. - “Until you committed a relationship reveal.”
Amber dragged a hand down her face before looking directly at the camera.
“Well” - she sighed.
Then she walked over and leaned on the back of the couch, appearing fully on screen for the first time.
“Hi internet.”
The comments went nuclear.
You buried your face in your hands. - “This was not how we planned this.”
Amber shrugged, completely calm now.
“Eh” - she said, resting her chin on your shoulder. - “Too late.”
Then she kissed your cheek.
The chat crashed so hard the live froze.
For a solid three seconds.
Then your screen went black.
“…Did it just crash?”
Behind you, Amber groaned.
“Please tell me that means it didn’t save.”
Slowly, you turned around on the couch.
“You called me babe” - you said weakly.
Amber pressed her hands to her face, dragging them down like she was trying to reset her entire life.
“I was asking about strawberries!”
“You did it on camera.”
“I didn’t know you were LIVE!”
You grabbed your phone and reopened the app.
Big mistake.
Your notifications were exploding.
Mentions. Tags. Comments.
The same clip was already circulating everywhere.
A perfectly clear video of Amber standing in your kitchen in one of your hoodies.
“Babe, did you finish the strawberries?”
You dropped your phone onto the couch like it had burned you.
“Oh my god.”
Amber leaned over your shoulder.
“Oh no.”
You opened Twitter.
Trending:
AMBER GLENN
HARD LAUNCH
THE STRAWBERRY INCIDENT
Amber blinked.
“…The strawberry incident?”
“You’ve created lore” - you said faintly.
She leaned back against the couch and sighed dramatically.
“Well” - she said. - “At least they know I have good priorities.”
You turned to stare at her.
“You accidentally revealed that we LIVE TOGETHER.”
“Technically” - Amber said, raising a finger - “I revealed that someone ate the strawberries.”
You shoved her shoulder.
She laughed, pulling you into her side.
“Hey, hey,” - she murmured. - “It’s okay.”
You buried your face in her hoodie.
“This was supposed to be a soft launch.”
Amber kissed the top of your head.
“Baby, you had me in the background of like five photos already.”
“That was ambiguous!”
“You were literally wearing my Team USA jacket.”
“It could’ve been borrowed!”
Amber snorted.
“Sure.”
Your phone buzzed again.
And again.
And again.
You hesitated before opening Instagram.
Your comments were chaos.
IS THAT AMBER GLENN IN YOUR KITCHEN???
WAIT THEY LIVE TOGETHER??
AMBER CALLED HER BABE
I KNEW IT
You groaned.
“I’m never going live again.”
Amber leaned over your shoulder again, reading.
Then she smiled slowly.
“Oh wait.”
“What?”
“You should check my notifications.”
The first comment under her latest skating photo read:
bro when were you gonna tell us you live with a supermodel
Amber burst out laughing.
“You’re the headline now.”
You smacked her arm.
“This is your fault!”
She grabbed your hand before you could pull away.
“Okay but” - she said softly - “are you actually upset?”
You paused.
Because… honestly?
No.
Your life was already public.
But the relationship with Amber had been the one thing that felt yours.
Private. Safe.
You squeezed her hand.
“I just didn’t expect the internet to find out because of strawberries.”
Amber grinned.
“That’s pretty iconic though.”
You tried to stay serious.
You failed.
Soon you were both laughing on the couch.
Eventually Amber nudged you.
“You know what the real problem is.”
“What?”
She stood up and walked back to the kitchen.
You watched as she opened the fridge again.
Completely empty of strawberries.
Amber turned around dramatically.
“You DID finish them.”
You pointed at her.
“You’re the one who ate half the container this morning!”
“That’s slander.”
“You had strawberry juice on your face!”
Amber gasped.
“Defamation.”
You rolled your eyes.
“You’re unbelievable.”
Amber leaned against the counter, arms crossed, smiling at you.
Then her eyes softened.
“Come here.”
You walked over.
She wrapped her arms around you automatically.
Your head fit perfectly under her chin.
The apartment was quiet again now.
Just the hum of the fridge and distant city noise.
“Guess we’re public now” - you murmured.
Amber kissed your temple.
“Guess so.”
“Are you okay with that?”
She didn’t hesitate.
“With you?”
She tilted your chin up so you had to look at her.
“Always.”
Your heart melted a little.
“You’re being suspiciously sweet.”
Amber smirked.
“Don’t get used to it.”
You narrowed your eyes.
“Oh no.”
She grabbed your phone off the counter.
“Amber-”
Too late.
She flipped the camera on.
Your eyes widened.
“DON’T.”
Amber grinned at the screen.
“Hi guys.”
You tried to hide your face.
“Amber Glenn you PUT that down-”
She wrapped an arm around you so you couldn’t escape.
“This is my girlfriend” - she said proudly.
You groaned into her shoulder.
“Second launch” - she said cheerfully.
“Harder launch.”
“AMBER.”
She kissed your cheek loudly.
Amber finally ended the video after about twenty seconds.
You stared at her in disbelief.
“You’re insane.”
She looked very pleased with herself.
“Too late now.”
You sighed.
“Yeah.”
A beat passed.
Then Amber nudged you toward the couch again.
“Movie?”
“Only if you apologize for the strawberry incident.”
Amber thought for a moment.
Then she reached into the freezer.
Pulled out a hidden box.
Inside?
Chocolate covered strawberries.
You gasped.
“You were hiding those??”
She shrugged.
“Emergency supply.”
You grabbed one immediately.
Amber watched you with a soft smile.
“What?” - you asked, mouth half full.
She shook her head.
“Nothing.”
“You’re staring.”
“You’re cute.”
You narrowed your eyes again.
“You’re still in trouble.”
Amber leaned forward and kissed you slowly.
“Worth it.”
⸻
You woke up to chaos.
Not the dramatic kind.
The internet kind.
Your phone had been buzzing nonstop on the nightstand for at least ten minutes before you finally groaned and reached for it.
Beside you, Amber was still asleep, half buried under the blankets, one arm loosely around your waist.
You unlocked your phone.
Immediately regretted it.
Your notifications looked like a disaster zone.
Instagram: 48,000 notifications.
Twitter: completely unusable.
TikTok: you didn't even want to open it.
You rubbed your eyes.
“What the…”
You tapped Twitter first.
The top trending topics stared back at you.
#AmberGlenn
#TheStrawberryIncident
#AmberHasAGirlfriend
#ModelGirlfriendReveal
You stared at the screen.
“No way.”
Amber shifted beside you, mumbling sleepily.
“What time is it…”
“You’re trending” - you said.
She made a confused noise.
“What?”
“You’re trending.”
“…For skating?”
You slowly turned your phone so she could see the screen.
Amber blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then fully woke up.
“Oh my god.”
You opened one of the trending clips.
It was the moment.
Amber in the kitchen. Hair messy. Your hoodie on. Opening the fridge.
Babe, did you finish the strawberries?
The video had over 14 million views.
Amber dropped back onto the pillow.
“I’m never recovering from this.”
You kept scrolling.
The skating fandom had clearly discovered the clip overnight.
Tweets were flying everywhere.
AMBER GLENN HAS A GIRLFRIEND???
WAIT SHE CALLED HER BABE
THIS IS THE CUTEST HARD LAUNCH EVER
NOT THE STRAWBERRIES
One tweet had over 200k likes.
Amber Glenn accidentally hard launching her relationship while asking about strawberries is the most on brand thing I've ever seen.
Amber groaned into the pillow.
“I hate the internet.”
“You absolutely do not” - you said.
Another tweet appeared.
the fact amber glenn is just barefoot in the kitchen wearing her girlfriend's hoodie… domestic lesbian excellence
Amber peeked up.
“…Okay that one’s nice.”
You laughed.
Then you checked TikTok.
Your jaw dropped.
Compilation edits already existed.
Clips of Amber skating transitions into the livestream moment.
Dramatic music. Slow motion.
Someone had zoomed in on her saying babe like it was a cinematic confession.
Amber leaned over your shoulder.
“Oh my god they edited my triple axel into the strawberry clip.”
“They’re shipping us” - you said.
“They’re what?”
“Look.”
You scrolled.
Fan edits. Relationship theories. Side-by-side photos of you wearing her jackets. Old interviews where Amber mentioned “someone special.”
Amber stared in horror.
“They were INVESTIGATING.”
“Oh they’ve been investigating for months” - you said.
Then your phone buzzed again.
A text from your manager.
CALL ME ASAP
Amber saw the message.
“…Am I getting you in trouble?”
You shrugged.
“Probably.”
Your phone buzzed again.
Another text.
This time from one of Amber’s skating friends.
She opened it.
It was a screenshot of the clip.
Followed by:
bro you got caught by strawberries
Amber rolled onto her back.
“I’m quitting skating.”
“You just won a competition two weeks ago.”
“I’m retiring immediately.”
You laughed.
Then your phone buzzed again.
Instagram DM.
Amber leaned closer.
“Oh no.”
You opened it.
It was from a fan account dedicated to Amber.
The message read:
we support you both btw and your girlfriend is gorgeous
You softened a little.
“Oh.”
Amber looked at the message.
Then she smiled quietly.
“That’s nice.”
More messages kept coming.
Some from fans. Some from brands. Some from friends.
One from your modeling agency that simply said:
honestly the engagement is insane keep doing whatever you're doing
Amber burst out laughing.
“You’re welcome.”
You shoved her shoulder.
“You caused this.”
“You’re benefiting from it!”
Another notification popped up.
A sports account had posted the clip.
Caption:
Olympic figure skating star Amber Glenn accidentally reveals she lives with her model girlfriend during livestream.
Amber pointed.
“STAR?”
“Focus.”
She shrugged.
“I’m focusing on the positive.”
You groaned and dropped your phone onto the bed.
Amber rolled over and propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at you.
“But…”
“But what?”
She brushed a piece of hair from your face.
“Everyone seems pretty happy about it.”
You thought about the comments again.
The edits.
The support messages.
The ridiculous strawberry memes.
“…Yeah” - you admitted.
Amber smiled.
“See?”
Then she leaned down and kissed you softly.
Your phone buzzed again.
You ignored it.
A moment later Amber pulled back.
“…Wait.”
“What?”
She grabbed your phone again.
Opened TikTok.
Then held it up.
Someone had already made merch.
A shirt that said:
Did you finish the strawberries?
You stared.
Amber stared.
Then she started laughing so hard she nearly fell off the bed.
“Okay” - she said between laughs.
“That’s actually iconic.”
⸻
Competitions were usually loud.
But the media zone after a competition was louder.
Cameras. Microphones. Reporters calling names.
You stood near the edge of the rink boards, tucked into a seat with a hoodie pulled over your head and a credential badge around your neck. Amber had insisted you come to this one.
“Good luck charm” - she had said.
You hadn’t expected the entire internet to already know who you were.
Amber had just finished skating. And she had been incredible.
The crowd was still buzzing about it as she stepped into the media area, hair slightly damp with sweat, medal resting against her chest.
A reporter immediately spoke up.
“Amber! Amazing skate tonight!”
She smiled politely. - “Thank you.”
Another reporter leaned forward.
“So… we have to ask.”
Amber’s expression immediately shifted into cautious amusement. - “Oh no.”
A few reporters laughed.
“You probably know what we’re referring to” - sne said.
“Do I?” - Amber asked, though the smile tugging at her mouth said she absolutely did.
“The livestream.”
Another reporter added - “The strawberries.”
Amber groaned softly and covered her face for a second. The room laughed.
“Okay” - she said. - “In my defense-“
“You didn’t know you were live?” - someone finished.
“Exactly.”
Another microphone pushed forward.
“Fans were really excited to see that moment. Are you comfortable talking about your relationship?”
Amber glanced toward the stands for just a second.
Your eyes met. She smiled. Then she turned back to the reporters.
“Yeah” - she said simply.
Another question came quickly.
“So the mystery girlfriend does exist.”
Amber laughed. - “Yes.”
“Can you tell us anything about her?”
Amber tilted her head, thinking.
“Well” - she said slowly - “she’s very patient.”
The reporters chuckled.
“She eats my strawberries” - Amber added.
More laughter.
“But seriously” - she continued, her voice softening just a little. - “She’s amazing. And she’s been incredibly supportive through everything.”
Your face felt warm even from across the rink.
One reporter asked carefully - “Has the attention been overwhelming?”
Amber shrugged. - “A little.”
Then she smiled again.
“But the support has been really nice.”
Another reporter raised their voice slightly.
“Will we be seeing more of you two publicly now?”
Amber pretended to think about it. - “Hm.”
She glanced back toward the stands again.
You raised your eyebrows at her.
She grinned.
“Probably” - she admitted.
The reporters looked pleased.
“Last question” - someone said.
“If she’s here tonight, do you want to say anything to her?”
Amber didn’t hesitate this time.
She turned fully toward the stands. Toward you.
Even from a distance you could see the warmth in her expression.
“Yeah” - she said into the microphone.
Your heart jumped.
“Next time” - Amber said - “don’t eat the strawberries.”
The room erupted in laughter.
You buried your face in your hands.
Amber was absolutely glowing.
Then she added quietly, still looking at you - “Love you.”
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pairing: alysa liu x fem! reader summary: read the 1st part so you know what’s happening warnings: fluff with clingy Alysa | protective behavior | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine library
The first thing Alysa did when she woke up wasn’t stretch, wasn’t check her phone. She rolled over and buried her face into your chest, arms immediately tightening around you like she might never let go.
“Mmm… don’t leave” - she murmured, voice still heavy from sleep.
“I’m not going anywhere” - you whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
Her small, sleepy smile didn’t leave your chest. “Good. Because you promised. And I need you here.”
She tugged you down slightly so she could curl completely against you, one leg draped over yours, hands gripping your sides. Every time you shifted, she tightened her hold, nuzzling closer, pressing her cheek to yours.
“Breakfast?” - you asked gently, trying not to laugh. - “What do you want to eat?”
Her sleepy eyes opened just enough to glare at you. - “You. Breakfast. Right here. In bed. Or else.”
You laughed softly, shaking your head. - “Fine, okay. Breakfast in bed it is.”
Alysa hummed happily, resting her head on your shoulder. - “Good. Perfect.” - She wrapped her free arm around your waist, sighing into the fabric of your shirt. - “I missed this.”
Hours passed like they could be forever. She was impossibly clingy: hands on your sides, fingers interlaced with yours, nose tucked into your neck. She whispered little sleepy things, like:
“Promise you won’t leave me.”
The soft morning calm was broken briefly when a knock came at the door, a staff member checking in, probably. Alysa’s body stiffened instantly. Her arms tightened around you, and she half sat up, shielding you with her shoulder.
“No” - she said firmly, voice still groggy but serious. - “We’re busy. Back off.”
The knock stopped. Alysa exhaled and melted back against you, pressing her lips softly to your cheek. - “See?” - she murmured. - “I’ve got you.”
You couldn’t help but smile, running your fingers through her messy hair. - “You really do.”
She let out a tiny, contented sigh. - “Good. Now stay. Eat breakfast with me. Don’t even think about leaving my side for the rest of the morning.”
Wrapped up together in a messy tangle of limbs and blankets, sharing little bites, laughing quietly. Every so often, she’d nuzzle your neck, press her forehead to yours, or brush her lips gently across your cheek.
The world outside didn’t exist. There were no competitions, no cameras, no chaos. Only you, her, and a morning of pure clingy, protective, ridiculously adorable love.
Even after breakfast in bed, Alysa wasn’t ready to let you out of her sight. The moment you stood up, stretching and trying to tidy the tray, she grabbed your wrist.
“Where are you going?” - she asked, eyes wide, a faint pout forming.
“To… get ready for the day?” - you said, amused.
“Wrong.” - She tugged you back toward the bed, looping her arms around your waist. - “Stay here.”
Eventually, you negotiated a compromise: she could walk with you to the training area, but she refused to let go of your hand the entire way, weaving through hallways with you practically attached at the hip.
And if anyone got a little too close officials, fans, or even other athletes her protective side kicked in immediately. She would subtly step between you and them, hand brushing your back, voice firm:
“Careful, give her some space.”
“She’s with me, thanks.”
Even during practice, she never let go. When you stood by the boards, Alysa leaned against you, shoulders brushing, fingers entwined with yours, occasionally resting her head on your shoulder like she might sink into you forever.
During lunch, she insisted you sit next to her, and she blocked any empty chairs that could separate you. She made little “cute threats” if you tried to get food from the buffet without her:
“I’ll drag you back, you know.”
“Nope. Stay here.”
The paparazzi weren’t present today, but Alysa’s protective instincts didn’t switch off. Even a photographer in the distance made her glance your way, subtly positioning herself to shield you. She murmured, almost to herself - “Not today.”
By mid afternoon, it was clear Alysa wasn’t letting you out of her sight for the rest of the day. She clung during the medal ceremony practice, held onto your hand in the cafeteria line, and rested her head against your shoulder during interviews. Every so often, she would press her lips softly to your temple, whispering:
“I missed this.”
And you didn’t argue. You held her hand, brushed her hair from her face, and let her cling, let her protect, let her be completely her.
Because after weeks apart, after media chaos and Olympic pressure, the only thing that mattered was being together. She wouldn’t leave you, and you didn’t want her to.
By the end of the day, as the village grew quiet, Alysa finally let herself relax… a little. But her hand stayed entwined with yours, her head leaned against you, and her murmured promise echoed softly in your ear:
“I’m never letting go. Not today, not ever.”
And you didn’t want her to.
The village had quieted down. Lights dimmed, hallways emptying, the last of the skaters and staff heading off to their rooms. But in your room, Alysa was still firmly attached to you, refusing to let go for even a second.
“Bedtime” - you said softly, trying to get her to settle under the covers.
“Not without you” - she whispered, pressing her forehead to your chest.
You laughed quietly, brushing your fingers through her hair. - “You have me. I’m not going anywhere.”
Her grip on your hand tightened reflexively, as if letting go would be unthinkable. She curled against you fully, legs tangling with yours, arms wrapped around your waist, nose tucked into your neck. Even in the dim room, she radiated warmth, every soft sigh and little nuzzle a reminder of how much she’d missed you.
“Promise me…” - she murmured sleepily, voice barely audible. - “Promise me you’ll stay near me… forever.”
“I promise” - you whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
She hummed, satisfied, pressing her lips softly against your neck. - “Good. That’s all I need.”
For a while, you just stayed like that, holding her as she relaxed completely, her protective instincts softened into contented sighs. She draped herself over you like she never wanted to let go, and you didn’t mind. You’d never mind.
At some point, her breathing evened out, the tension of the Olympics, the paparazzi, and the long weeks apart melting away. She was finally home with you and that was all that mattered.
You smiled down at her messy hair, soft cheek pressed against you, and whispered quietly, almost to yourself:
“Welcome home, Alysa. I’ve got you.”
Her hand twitched slightly in yours, a tiny, sleepy squeeze in response, as if to say, I know. And I’ve got you too.
The two of you drifted off together, tangled in limbs and blankets, a quiet, perfect peace settling over the room. No cameras, no chaos, no world outside just Alysa, just you, and the knowledge that after everything, you were finally together.
And for the first time in weeks, both of you slept completely, completely at ease, hearts full, and together.
I’m anon that ask said would love Isabeu too but also would you write a Alysa Liu rivals/enemies to lovers there both favorites for gold at Olympics diffrent countries I’m so into rivals/enemies types
pairing: alysa liu x fem! figure skater! reader summary: you both favorites for gold at Olympics (diffrent countries) warnings: rivals to lovers | flirty tension | first kiss | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine library
The rink smelled of cold metal and freshly polished ice. You tightened your skates, heart racing not just from nerves, but from the thrill of knowing Alysa Liu was practicing on the same ice. Every jump she landed was flawless, every spin precise, every movement magnetic. She was your fiercest competition, and every instinct in you screamed to beat her.
You caught her gaze across the rink. Those sharp eyes, cool and calculating, narrowed just slightly at the sight of you. She smirked a small, confident smirk and your stomach flipped. You’d faced rivals before, but there was something different about her.
When your blades finally hit the ice, every movement became a duel. Triple axel, triple toe loop, spins, you pushed yourself harder than ever, just to see her reaction. And when she landed a jump flawlessly, a flicker of admiration or maybe envy flashed in your chest. You clenched your fists at your sides, trying not to smile at her smirk, which was now fully teasing.
Later, in the quiet of an empty arena, you practiced your spins alone. Or so you thought. Alysa appeared at the edge of the ice, watching you. - “Still trying to prove you’re better than me?” - Her voice was soft, teasing, and it made your pulse spike.
“Maybe I am” - you said, skating closer, testing the distance between you. - “Maybe I like seeing how annoyed you get.”
She laughed. - “Careful. That kind of confidence can backfire” - she said, stepping closer. Her blades scraped the ice just inches from yours. The warmth of her presence made your skin tingle.
The playful tension escalated quickly. Every time your hands brushed while adjusting skates, every accidental collision during spins, every shared glance in practice it was a game neither of you wanted to lose. You teased her about overdoing her spins; she challenged you on jump timing, always smirking when you struggled to respond. Your rivalry became a private conversation, charged with electricity and stolen smiles.
During press conferences, the questions about your rivalry barely masked the curiosity in your eyes. Alysa smiled at the reporters but kept stealing glances at you. - “Competing against her makes me want to be my best” - she said smoothly, her gaze locking with yours. The heat in your chest rise, you wanted to roll your eyes, but instead, you caught yourself smiling back.
Olympics were a whirlwind. Your short program was powerful. She followed, every spin and jump dangerous. Backstage, your eyes met, and neither of you spoke, the acknowledgment alone said it all: you pushed each other, challenged each other, and maybe, more dangerously, desired each other.
After the free skate, you barely noticed the roar of the crowd. The scores flashed: Alysa had edged out by mere tenths. Heart racing, you stepped forward instinctively. - “Congratulations” - you breathed, voice tight with adrenaline and something else you couldn’t name.
Her hand brushed yours as she took it, and the smirk softened into something intimate, something real. - “You were incredible too”- she said, eyes glinting, cheeks faintly pink.
From that moment, everything shifted. Practices together became teasing, flirty, a slow dance of tension and attraction. A laugh after a stumble. A challenge during a jump. Fingers almost touching as you passed each other. Every glance, every small touch, ignited sparks neither of you could deny.
One night, after everyone else had left the arena, you both stayed behind. The rink was quiet, the lights dimmed. She skated closer, blades whispering against the ice. - “You know” - she murmured, smirk teasing again - “you keep trying to beat me, but I think you like skating with me more than winning.”
You swallowed hard, skated closer, heart hammering. - “Maybe I do” - you admitted, voice low. - “Maybe I like how you push me… and how you make me feel.”
Her smirk faded into a real, soft smile, and the tension between you snapped into something electric. - “Good” - she whispered, skating so close that your blades nearly touched. - “Because I feel the same.”
Her eyes softened, and the smirk faded into something warmer. She closed the distance, and suddenly, the rivalry melted away. You could feel the tension between you, the unspoken desire that had been building with every practice, every stolen glance.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a while” - she murmured, leaning closer.
Before you could respond, she pressed her lips to yours. Soft at first, testing, and then deepening as your hands instinctively went to her waist, hers to your shoulders. The ice beneath you seemed to disappear as the kiss became something electric, intimate. You broke apart just slightly, foreheads touching, breathing heavy.
“You’re infuriating” - you whispered, heart racing.
“And yet”- she teased, eyes sparkling - “you like it.”
The rivalry was gone. It had been replaced by something more thrilling, more intoxicating. For the first time, you weren’t just competing; you were connecting, learning, and discovering each other off the ice as well as on it.
Over the next few days, every practice carried a new energy. Every playful shove, every brush of hands, every teasing glance was now layered with affection. And when the Olympics ended, when the medals were awarded and the crowds faded, Alysa held your hand tightly, her fingers warm and firm.
“So… what now?” - you asked, smiling nervously.
“Now” - she said, leaning in again, just enough to let her nose brush yours - “we see where this goes. Together.”
That night, on the quiet rink with no one else around, you shared your first real kiss as more than rivals more than friends. The kiss was slow, teasing, and full of promise, sealing the start of your relationship.
And for the first time, the ice wasn’t about competition. It was about her. The rivalry had melted into something hotter, something slower, something neither of you wanted to escape. Every push, every spin, every glance was a conversation, a tease, a promise. The enemies you had been were gone. In their place was fire, desire, and the thrill of knowing that, finally, you were exactly where you wanted to be side by side, hearts racing, skating toward something neither gold nor fame could define.
pairing: isabeau levito x fem! figure skater! reader summary: the olympics don’t go the way Isabeau hoped. while you stand on the podium, she’s left with disappointment. warnings: romantic fluff | comforting moments | playful teasing | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine library
The Olympics were everything and nothing at the same time. Lights flashed, crowds roared, and scores blinked across screens in a dizzying rhythm, but none of it mattered once you spotted her at the edge of the rink. Isabeau graceful, brilliant, unstoppable in every way that counted and yet right now, you could see the shadow of disappointment in her eyes.
You’d just stepped off the ice yourself, silver medal in hand, heart still pounding from the adrenaline and pressure of the competition. Normally, a moment like this would have had you laughing or celebrating with your teammates, but the second you saw her expression, the joy faded into concern. She hadn’t skated like she wanted to, and the scoreboard confirmed it: 12th place. Not a reflection of her talent, not a measure of her worth, just one day, one performance that didn’t match her own sky high expectations.
Without a word, you crossed the rink to her, brushing past cheering crowds and flashing cameras as if they didn’t exist. You wrapped a warm arm around her, pulling her close. Her body stiffened at first, shoulders tight with frustration, but she didn’t pull away. You held her like the world could wait because, right now, it could.
“You skated beautifully” - you said softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. - “I saw every jump, every spin, every single second you poured yourself into that ice. You were amazing.”
She let out a shaky breath, the kind that carries disappointment and exhaustion at once. - “I wanted… I don’t know” - she admitted, voice low. - “I wanted it to be perfect.”
“You were perfect to me” - you said, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. - “Not because of a medal, not because of a ranking, but because you gave everything you had. And I saw it. I always see it.”
Her eyes glistened, and she leaned into your chest, finally letting herself relax against you. You held her there, fingers tangling in her braid, your warmth grounding her. Outside, the crowd still cheered, the lights still flashed, but inside that small space between you, the world had slowed.
“I hate that I messed up” - she whispered.
“You didn’t” - you replied firmly. - “You showed courage, strength, and artistry that no scoreboard can measure. And no matter what, I’m proud of you, proud of us, proud of how you fight and never give up. That’s who you are. That’s the person I love.”
Her lips curved into a small, tentative smile, the kind that starts in the eyes before reaching the mouth. - “You always know what to say” - she murmured.
“I’ve had a lot of practice” - you teased lightly, letting a little laugh slip through. - “Besides, it’s easy when it’s the truth. You’re incredible. You’re my favorite person in the entire world.”
She leaned up, resting her forehead against yours, and you could feel her steadying, her heartbeat finally syncing with yours. The silver medal you held glinted under the lights, a symbol of achievement, yes, but somehow trivial compared to the way her hand fit perfectly in yours, the warmth of her cheek against your chest, the quiet intimacy of this moment.
“I don’t deserve you sometimes” - she whispered.
“You deserve all the love in the world” - you said softly, pressing your forehead to hers. - “And I’m not going anywhere. Not for a scoreboard, not for anything. You’re mine, I’m yours, and that’s worth more than any medal.”
She laughed softly, small and genuine this time, letting go of the tension she’d carried for hours. - “Okay… okay. I think I can live with that.”
And in that quiet, unspoken way that only comes after storms, you realized something: the Olympics might be about medals, records, and scores, but the moments that mattered most were these, holding her, loving her, letting her know that no fall, no stumble, no placement could ever diminish what she meant to you.
In your arms, she finally relaxed, and for the first time since the rink, the two of you could breathe. The world outside could wait. Right here, right now, everything was exactly as it should be.
The rush of competition had faded, leaving the Olympic Village quieter now, a lull after the storm. Outside, snow dusted the streets of Milan, softening the edges of the city. Inside your shared room, the atmosphere was warm, safe, and just yours. The medal around your neck was heavy, but not compared to the weight of relief and comfort you felt having her here beside you.
Isabeau was curled up on the couch in her robe, hair still damp from a quick shower, cheeks pink from adrenaline and residual nerves. She watched you unwrap your skates with a kind of lazy curiosity, the kind only comes after the pressure of the rink has left the body and mind exhausted but soft.
“You know” - she said, voice teasing despite the lingering tension - “I still can’t believe you got silver. I didn’t think you had it in you today.”
You laughed, setting your medal carefully on the bedside table. - “And I didn’t think you’d act so stubborn about letting me comfort you” - you teased back, moving closer to drape a blanket over both of you. She wrinkled her nose but didn’t protest she never did when it came to cuddles.
“You were amazing today” - you added, voice softening. - “I could see you trying so hard, and honestly, every time you looked over at me before your jumps, I could feel your courage. It was… incredible.”
Her gaze softened, and she leaned into your chest, sighing. - “I just hate that I messed up” - she admitted. - “I wanted it to be perfect, for once, just… perfect.”
“You know what?” - you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, - “perfect doesn’t even exist. But you right here, right now this is real. This is perfect.”
Her lips curved into the tiniest smile, and she tucked her head under your chin. You could feel the tension slowly leaving her body as you held her, letting the silence stretch comfortably between you. Outside, other athletes laughed and moved about, but here, in your little bubble, the rest of the world had vanished.
Later, you both ended up sharing a small celebratory dinner from the village cafeteria. You stole bites from her plate, she teased you endlessly, and laughter filled the space between quiet confessions. At one point, she reached over, brushing her fingers along your arm, and whispered, - “You know… you make it really hard to be upset.”
“Good” - you said with a grin - “because that exactly what I wanted.”
The night stretched on in simple pleasures, you two watching videos of your routines, replaying the moments you’d nailed and laughing at little slips, holding hands across the table, letting the closeness remind both of you that this, this companionship, this love mattered more than any medal.
When it was finally time to rest, she curled into you beneath the blankets, head on your chest, fingers tracing lazy patterns across your skin. You pressed a kiss to her hairline and whispered - “You’re amazing. You always will be.”
“I love you” - she murmured, her voice soft and sleepy, yet full of certainty.
“I love you too” - you replied, holding her tighter. - “More than anything.”
And as the snow fell softly outside and the Olympic lights glimmered faintly in the distance, the two of you drifted into a quiet, comfortable sleep. Medals and scores didn’t matter anymore. The only victory that counted was this: the warmth of your arms, the trust in her heart, and the unspoken promise that, no matter what came next, you would face it together.
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Okok, for alysa maybe you could do something like reader surprising alysa after a long time of not seeing her because of the olympics(alysa just misses her girlfriend, all she wants is the love of her life right beside her is that too much to ask for??)
so reader goes to watch one her programs, when the program is over she goes to the locker rooms, and surprises her! very cutesie and fluffy and alysa being very needy of readers attention and just wanting to be glued beside her, when walking out they get swarmed by paparazzi and alysa is quick to come to her girlfriends defense
(There’s many things that don’t upset her, but people overstepping and invading her girlfriend’s boundaries and privacy is not one of them and she gets real protective real quick)
oh my god i'm in love with this idea, here's my vision on this situation, hope you like it 🫂
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