#figureskating!au

This is for the figure skating au 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Peter, are you sure this is okay?” Sonny asked ask they stood outside the skating rink. Peter chuckled as he unlocked the door with a smile.

“Relax. The owner knows I’m coming in early with you. Gives ya enough time to practice before others come in.” Peter smiled and placed a kiss against Sonny’s forehead. Sonny smiled some and looked up at Peter.

“If we get caught, it’s your fault.” Sonny teased before heading to find a bench to get his skates on. Peter followed and after a few minutes, the two were in the rink just skating around.

“You know, the competition that’s next week? My mom says my dad might actually come to it. And I’m so nervous. I’m afraid I’m going to mess up.” Sonny sighed out as he began to skate around with Peter, hand in hand.

“That’s awesome, Sonny. You can practice in front of me if you’d like. I can help you with everything.” Peter smiled at Sonny as Sonny thought it over.

“If you don’t mind. I’d rather practice in front of you than my coach. He might actually tell me how terrible my routine is.” Sonny chuckled some and rubbed the back of his neck. Peter chuckled and gave Sonny’s hand a quick squeeze.

So, I finally put up the first chapter (out of how many, I don’t know...) of the hockey player!Jungkook / figure skater!Jimin fic promised to @jikookielove because she was my winning bidder for the ACLU auction that was run by the BTS Relief Fund back in January-February. This is what what she asked of me, based on this AU/HC (I haven’t written everything that’s there yet; they’ll be in future chapters).

Title: Spinning Around My Head Chapter 1/?: The Angel on the Ice Word Count: 5.5k Pairing: Jikook Genre: Fluff, Humor, Alternate Universe Rating: T Summary: Jungkook may be the star player of his hockey team, but he's awkward as hell around this cute figure skater named Jimin.

Their gazes met again. There was something there—a sliver of dulcet optimism between them, tied to their fingers like silk ribbons.

No, that’s stupid, Jungkook reprimanded himself, cutting into the thought. He usually cringed at the aesthetics of emotion. Jimin was just a guy—one he didn’t know that well. Acquaintances at best.

“Oh, sorry.” Jimin broke the stare first. He looked pretty with pink on his cheeks. “I’m going.”

“See you, Jimin.” Jungkook tried to wave, but Jimin had already turned around and exited. He decided to card his hand through his hair instead.

God, they were awkward.

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Prompt: Falling Member: Jinyoung x Reader AU: FigureSkating!AU

“Come on, jagi, it’s not that hard,” Jinyoung said, teasing you as he glided backwards on the ice. You pouted and stood up from the bench, hobbling on the skates as you walked over to the side of the rink.

“Yes it is! You just make it look really easy,” you whined, glancing at the others who were slowly getting the hang of the ice. “I’m gonna fall and you know it!” you exclaimed. Jinyoung skated over to you and stopped gracefully, opening the door and putting out his hand to you.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll let you hold my hand for the first few rounds,” he added, smiling down at you. You crossed your arms and stared out at the ice.

You and Jinyoung had been dating for almost 3 years now, and it had not been easy. Since he was a competitive skater, almost all of his free time was spent on the ice. Of course, the majority of your time was spent in school and when you weren’t there, you were sitting on the bleachers, studying while watching him skate. You could barely stand up on the ice, let alone do the spins and jumps that he could do, so you much preferred the solid ground.

That being said, you absolutely loved to watch him skate. In your mind, there was nothing that could compare to the beauty and grace that Jinyoung possessed when he was in his element. The way he was able to complete the most complex jumps left you utterly transfixed. Every time he would practice his triples or quads, you would let out a sigh of relief when he landed them and a squeal of horror when he didn’t. You had spins and jumps that were your favorite, but there was nothing he could do on the ice that didn’t strike you as beautiful.

Throughout the years, you had stuck by his side, trying your best to support him in whatever way you could. There were times where you would help cheer him on when it was just you and him at midnight and he refused to leave the complex until he got his routine just right. There were times where he could finally have cheat day and the two of you would go to an Italian restaurant and stuff your faces with bread and pasta. And, of course, there were also times when you were left alone, staring at the television when he would compete in other places.

But the best times were when he came home to you. Pulling him into your arms as he showed you his gold medal. Congratulating him on his most recent wins. Listening to him when he felt that he wasn’t good enough. Ensuring him that he was good enough to do anything he set his mind to.

That was your relationship.

It was strong because you had made it strong. And although a lot of it consisted of you supporting him, there was no doubt in your mind that he supported you as well. He would always ask about your day and listen to your stories. He constantly wanted to know what you were learning in school and how your family was doing. He was just invested in you as you were in him.

And that brought you to the present moment. After spending months away in Japan with his trainer, he was finally home and had a few weeks of vacation before heading to England for another competition. Within a few days of being back, he had somehow managed to drag you back to the rink.

It perplexed you to say the least.

How could someone that spent every waking moment training on the ice want to spend his supposed ‘time off’ back on the ice? But you supposed that’s why he was so good at skating in the first place. It was his passion, not just his job.

“I’m really bad, Jin, you know that,” you said, taking his hand regardless and stepping onto the ice. The feeling of being unbalanced overcame you as you stiffened up and tried to stand upright. Jinyoung laughed lightly as he turned around so that he was skating backwards but facing you.

“Loosen up,” he said, chuckling lightly as he grabbed your other hand as well. “Don’t be so stiff, that’s how you’re going to end up falling.”

You stared down at the ice as you tried to glide forward, just like how you had seen your boyfriend do a million times, but it didn’t seem to work. You couldn’t seem to push yourself forward, so you just ended up moving your legs back and forth in place. Jinyoung broke out into laughter and you shot your head up, your eyes widening in disbelief.

“Okay, that’s it, I’m out,” you said, taking your hands out of Jinyoung’s and trying to turn back to the wall. He quickly held out his hand again and tried to talk through his laughter.

“I’m sorry, jagi, I’m sorry,” he said, letting out a few laughs before composing himself. “I won’t let you fall, I promise,” he said. You looked at him again with narrowed eyes, but this time he had a genuine look on his face.

“Fine,” you said, grabbing his hand again and squealing as he pulled you over to him. “But if I fall, I’m – ”

“I won’t let you fall,” Jinyoung stated bluntly, cutting you off. You slowly nodded and then began to slide on the ice as Jinyoung pulled you along gently. You held onto his hand hard, but he didn’t seem to mind, and gladly let you hold onto him.

Of course, this wasn’t your first time skating. It wasn’t even your tenth time. You’d been skating more times than you could count, but for some reason, you just couldn’t seem to get the hang of it.

“You’re getting better!” Jinyoung exclaimed. “Here, try doing this,” he said as he showed you the movements to make and tried to explain where to put the pressure on your feet. You followed his movements and you were slowly able to push yourself forward a little bit without him having to pull you around the ice. You spent a while like this, him holding your hands and gliding with ease as you slid forward awkwardly.

“Is it working?” you asked, trying to push yourself forward and not knowing if you were moving on your own accord, or because Jinyoung was skating alongside you.

“Let go of my hand and we’ll see,” Jinyoung said, gently. You pouted as Jinyoung pulled you to a stop and slowly tried to take your hand off of his own. You didn’t want to let go – it was the only thing that had made you feel secure on the ice. But you also wanted to make him proud so you begrudgingly decided to let go of his hand.

Even though he only skated a few inches away from you, the fact that you weren’t supported by anything suddenly made you very nervous. You held out both of your arms as you stood still on the ice, managing to keep your balance and not fall.

“There you go!” Jinyoung exclaimed, grinning. “Now try to skate forwards,” he said, pointing a gloved hand in front of you. You nodded and gulped hard as you tried to apply the pressure to the right part of your feet.

As soon as you began moving, you knew you had no chance. One of your skates moved forward while the other moved backwards, and you were immediately caught off guard. You tried to keep your balance, but now your arms were flailing and you didn’t know what to do.

You were about to let out a scream and admit defeat, when Jinyoung reached over and grabbed one of your hands. He wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you into his chest with ease. You stopped moving all together and quickly regained your balance since you had something to lean on once more. You looked up at Jinyoung and he was looking at you with a gentle smile. You felt your cheeks heat up at the close proximity to your boyfriend. How he managed to still give you butterflies after 3 years was beyond you.

“See?” he said, grinning happily. “I told you I wouldn’t let you fall!” You rolled your eyes playfully as you let him pull you across the ice once more, still holding your hand in his own. You scoffed lightly before smiling at him.

“My hero.”

Starisi

-Sonny has been in dance since he was three and figure skating all his life. He’s gotten picked on it, being told it’s a sport for women and gay men, but he tried to ignore the people that said that to him.

- Sonny started to compete in middle school but it didn’t get serious until high school. He would compete locally before he started to travel around the state of New York.

- Peter was completely afraid to say he was into figure skating. His parents used to take him and his sister ice skating all the time in the winter and that’s when he developed the interest in figure skating.

- After his parents had a nasty divorce, Peter and Pam went to live with their mother and she actually supported Peter when he asked if he could do figure skating.

- Peter and Sonny met at practice one day and started talking. They became friends instantly which soo progressed to lovers.

Carlivia

-Carmen was a fan of figure skating, but she never did it. She knew how to ice skating and loved it but never got into figure skating. It wasn’t until her college days she thought about it figure skating when her girlfriend, Olivia, told her about it.

- Olivia used skating as an escape. An alcoholic mom that was always drunk, passed out on the couch or hitting her. It started as a way to get out of the house and a way to just calm down if she was in a mood.

- Olivia and Carmen met at a party where Carmen has a little too much to drink. Olivia didn’t drink too much since it reminded her of her mother. Olivia became her buddy that night: making sure she was okay when she ran to the bathroom, walking her back to her dorm room and making sure she had some water and Advil waiting for her in the morning.

- Olivia was nice enough to leave her number so Carmen could text her in the morning to make sure she was okay… thus, starting the friendship and relationship that followed.

“I told you, Sonny. You should see a doctor.” Peter insisted as he took his skates off. Sonny shook his head as he looked up at Peter.

“I don’t want him to say it’s broken and I can’t skate! We have that big competition this weekend a-and if I don’t compete, what’s the point in continuing to skate?” Sonny said. He knew the moment he stepped on the ice he didn’t tie his skates tight enough and was absolutely terrified he broke his ankle.

“It’s one competition, Dominick. We’ll have so many more to do in the future. I promise you that. Just go get it looked at.” Peter begged as Sonny put on his sneakers and tied them.

“I’m fine, Peter. Okay?” Peter sighed and shook his head.

“Fine, but in not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor.” Peter was done arguing. He went to walk away when Sonny stood and instantly collapsed on the door. Letting out a noise of frustration, Sonny looked at Peter.

“Fine! You win. Take me to the doctor or the hospital. I don’t care. Please.” Sonny begged. Peter smirked to himself as he turned and carefully picked Sonny up.

Day 7

Pairing: Starisi

Word count: 291

FS!AU

“You really have to go to Chicago? Your mom can’t come to New York?” Sonny offered as he helped his boyfriend pack up his car. It was just a few presents and his suitcase of clothing. Peter crowned as he turned to Sonny.

“I told her that, Sonny. To come here so she can meet you. She says it’s too hard for her to travel alone. I’m young, I’ll be able to do it. She just doesn’t like driving in the snow.” Peter said as he grabbed Sonny’s hand tightly in his. Sonny sighed as he watched Peter.

“I wish I could come with you. Maybe… maybe I’ll come down for New Years?” Peter shrugged as Sonny suggested the idea.

“I’m just really sorry we can’t spend the holiday together. It’s our first Christmas and I just wanted to be with you, Sonny.” Peter his his face in Sonny’s neck. Sonny smiled as he wrapped his arms tightly around his boyfriend.

“We have so much time to spend together, Peter. It’s one holiday. I promise the moment I get back, we can exchange presents, okay? I gotta get going now.” Peter slowly lifted his head to place a kiss against Sonny’s lips. Sonny pressed himself close against Peter before slowly pulling away.

“Be safe. Text me the moment you get there, okay?” Sonny worried about Peter. Peter nodded with a chuckle as he placed one last kiss to Sonny’s lips.