one thing about me is that i like to do fun things, which includes my hair. i have this little paper boy esque hat that i like to wear from time to time. i also like to do pigtails/twintails with said hat. UNFORTUNATELY though, ive decided to style my hair in such a way that requires me to wear sock covered curlers to bed with the ends sticking out like space buns.
Request: (From anon) I was wondering if you could write something about ilia and reader being figure skate partners (they also skate singly but they are also partners) and they are genuinely incredibly close and they have just a bunch of people telling them to get together already because they act as if they are in a relationship. Maybe with a love confession after a performance where ilia improvised a particularly romantic move?
Warnings: fluff with like a teensy bit of angst to add spice. also, ilia pov unlocked for this fic
Word Count: 1.4k words
Estimated Reading Time: 6 minutes
A/N: ALYSA LIU IS THE OLYMPIC CHAMPION OMGGGG THAT WAS SO GOOD!!! also Ami Nakai was incredible, that podium really was fantastic. and Amber my loveeee, she did so well <3 ugh, I'm just so happy with this skate
Program mentioned is Gordeeva and Grinkov's The Man I Love from 1995
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Ilia realised he was fucked the moment their choreographer started running through their new program.
“While still in the lift, you’re gonna look into his eyes, then slowly lower your head to his right shoulder…”
This wasn’t due to the technical difficulty of the routine, they’d done harder. Sure, there were a lot of lifts that would take strength and balance out of him, but he was confident they’d nail it.
“Now here, I wanna make sure you keep your bodies and faces close, eye contact is a must as well…”
No, the reason Ilia was fucked, was due to the fact that this routine was incredibly intimate and romantic.
And he was in love with his skating partner.
He stayed quiet throughout the explanations, looking to the rest of the world as if he was simply deep in concentration.
In reality, he was seeing whatever was left of his sanity pack its bags and go on its merry way, never to be seen again.
“What are we thinking in terms of outfits?”
“Of course you’d ask that. I swear (Y/n), sometimes I think you care more about the costumes than the actual skating.”
Her smile could light up the world, he was sure of it.
Still, he brought out the draft designs.
Ilia felt his heart stop.
“Ooh, wedding vibes, I see the vision.”
The only vision Ilia was seeing was the vision of him in a casket, cause this was sure to kill him.
.•*¨•..•¨`•.☆
“Ready to win this thing?”
Ready to die, more like.
Training had been tough. He’d made it through every session— barely —and he knew that technically speaking, they were flawless.
But this was it. The world championships. This was the moment of truth.
Their long program to the sound of The Man I Love.
(Y/n) looked breathtaking in her white dress. Ilia was going to die.
They skated to the center of the rink hand in hand, and he took a deep breath in preparation.
The moment the music started, he knew this would be the program that changed everything. From that first lift, seeing the look in her eyes, the love she portrayed, he knew things wouldn’t go on as they were. She was acting, he knew that. Emotion was so important in this sport, it added to the artistry. She was an entertainer. She was entertaining.
But in the moment, it almost felt real.
He so badly wished it was real.
By the time the last lift came around, he’d given up on fighting. He had no strength for it anymore. He really didn’t. It had been too long.
Too many years hiding how much he cared about her.
Too many years laughing and dismissing fans who said they looked like a couple, then saving pictures and videos of them on his burner account.
Too many years staying quiet because having her as a best friend was better than not having her at all.
Because the truth was that (Y/n) hadn't asked for this.
She hadn’t asked for him to fall in love with her.
She wanted a friend. A partner.
It wasn’t her fault that he’d gone and fallen in love with her.
If this friendship fell apart because of his feelings, because she felt uncomfortable having to be friends with someone who’s in love with her, he would have no one to blame but himself, and she’d have to mourn the loss of a best friend and skating partner.
This could ruin everything.
Probably would.
But as he brought her down from the last lift, settling into their final position, he found he couldn’t keep his mouth shut anymore.
The moment the cheers started, he felt his knees buckle, bringing them down onto the ice as she got her arms around his neck, hugging him. She clung to her for what would probably be the last time, head in the crook of her neck, knuckles white in the fabric of her dress.
He lifted his head as she laughed and smiled, delighted.
“Oh my God, Ilia, we did it!”
He brought his forehead down to meet hers and she held his face, smiling like a maniac, knowing they’d secured the gold without a doubt.
He looked at her, feeling tears start burning his eyes, and whispered.
“I’m in love with you.”
Her eyes went wide.
“I’m sorry.”
.•*¨•..•¨`•.☆
They won.
He kept it together during the podium, though he’d escaped every one of (Y/n)’s attempts at talking.
In his mind, it was simple: as long as he didn’t talk to her, he could still pretend everything was fine. He could push away the inevitable end of their friendship, just by a little bit.
But as he made his way out of the rink through the back door, he heard her calling out to him.
“Ilia!”
He sped up his steps.
“Ilia, wait!”
He couldn’t do this right now. He just couldn’t.
“Ilia Roman Malinin, stop right there!”
His feet stopped before his brain could tell them not to.
She caught up to him, turning him to face her with a strong grip on his wrist. He could see her knuckles go white from the strength and wondered if her fingers would leave bruises.
“For fuck’s sake, Ilia, why are you running?”
Isn’t it obvious? He doesn’t want to face the consequences of his actions. He’s selfish like that.
“You can’t just say you’re in love with me at the end of our program and then ignore me, that’s a dick move.”
Yeah, he was aware. He was an awful person, that much had been made clear the moment he opened his mouth.
“It’s confusing as hell, okay? I had about two seconds of being the happiest I’ve ever been, and then you hit me with an I’m sorry? What the fuck are you sorry for? Are you sorry for being in love with me? Are you sorry because you don’t want to be? What does that mean?”
His gaze stayed firmly on the ground.
“Well?”
He swallowed back tears.
“Will you say something, please?”
He could hear the desperation in her voice, but the truth was that…
“I don’t know what to say.”
He’d ruined everything. There was no coming back from this.
“Okay. Then I’ll talk.”
He closed his eyes, bracing himself.
I hate you.
I thought you were my friend.
You ruined our friendship.
You ruined this partnership.
You’re a horrible person.
You broke my trust.
You–
“I’m in love with you too.”
His eyes opened in shock and his head snapped up.
“Huh?”
“Oh, now you look at me? I said I’m in love with you too, though God only knows why when you’re acting like this.”
She was in love with him.
“Like, actually? For real?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Yes.”
Huh.
“I think I need to sit down, I’m feeling a bit lightheaded.”
“You’re not gonna pass out cause I confessed my love for you, right?”
No, of course not.
He’d just rest his eyes for a moment.
Just a quick second.
The next time he opened his eyes, his head was laying in her lap and she was stroking his hair.
“Welcome back to the world of the living, pretty boy. How are you feeling?”
“Like I ran into a pole and the pole gave me an Olympic medal.”
She laughed, and he felt his lips stretch into a smile.
“You love me.”
She hummed in agreement.
“And I love you.”
“Oh, do you?”
He nodded so fast it felt like his head might come off.
“I do, I really really do. For like, ages. I mean, years. Probably since we met. I don’t know, I just can’t really remember not being in love with you so I assume since we met.”
She brushed her fingers through his hair.
“Me too. We missed a lot of time, huh?”
Probably, yeah.
“Does this mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”
“Will you run away from me again?”
“Never, I promise.”
“Then yes.”
Oh wow.
Oh, wow.
He was officially dating the girl of his dreams.
“This day can’t get any better.”
And then she leaned down, until their faces were right next to each other, and softly kissed his lips.
Turns out, the day could get better.
That program genuinely lives in my mind rent free, I fear it was the pinnacle of romantic pair skating and we'll never be able to top it.
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Hi guys ,, im sorry if this intro is high key butt, i haven't been on tumblr in a while! This is a new blog, so I thought I'd give it a shot C:
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hi , my name is raz or ashtyn, either one is fine but online its mostly raz :) raspberry is fine as well, or any other nickname you wish to come up with. im 15, turning 16 shortly, and live in the southeast U.S. im a nonbinary lesbian—dating the most perfect beautiful girl ever >_<
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