Not to go into detail of my traumatic past, but I've had way to many asks recently of the smut variety (despite the disclaimer in my pinned post.)
I don't do smut. I don't write smut. I don't read smut. And lately, for whatever reason, it's the only content tumblr wants me to see and what too many of you want me to write.
I wasn't going to bring attention to this, but I had several DMs yesterday asking me what was wrong after I closed my asks.
There's more to life than sex. I've been approached privately by many ACE readers thankfull that I keep my writings neutral, and you're welcome.
Please, be respectful of your writers. We're doing this for free. The very least you can do is read and acknowledge their boundaries/rules.
Could we get a ‘thank the lord the season is over’ fic?
That’s all I got 😂
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“He looks good,” you mumbled to yourself once Ilia took the ice for the free skate on Saturday. His face wasn’t wearing that anxious nervousness it had borne the last time he had worn that outfit at the Games, but you couldn’t help analyzing every deep breath and every micro-movement he did before taking his place at center ice. Your heart had been racing since Yuma had received his score, and now was the time to see if Ilia could follow through and become a three-time world champion. You knew he had it in him, but would the Fates be so kind?
The arena was packed with people, but in your head, it was just Ilia and you. Each jump was executed beautifully, but you still had to remind yourself to breathe! You knew his programme components and anticipated the ending most of all. Why did it feel like time had come to a standstill?
Oh, but that scream at the end! It was the perfect buildup and conclusion to everything that had happened this season. Ilia looked so relieved and happy with the result! You were on your feet the second his arms had dropped to his sides. All you wanted to do was somehow jump down and rush over to him on the ice, but such things could never happen. Your embrace would have to wait until after the medal ceremony.
Up on the jumbotron, you could see Ilia very clearly mouth the words, “It’s done!” and it came as a relief to both of you. He had worked so hard, all season, and pushed himself further than you wished he had. For all the ups and downs, this was the ending you were hoping for.
You wanted him to see you, but you knew Ilia had no idea where you were. In your heart, you hoped he knew you were watching him, but at the same time, you had to remind yourself that this wasn’t about the two of you; it was about him. There would be plenty of time to get back to your normal lives. Right now, Ilia needed his time in the limelight because he had earned every second of it.
He looked so good in black and gold, even better when he was wearing a medal. Another one for the shelf, and those shelves were filling up fast! He was going to need another room for his accolades at the rate he was obtaining them.
When the arena finally began to empty, you lingered in the stands for as long as you felt socially comfortable doing so. No doubt, Ilia would have several more interviews before he could come down from the high of his third World Championship, but how long would you have to wait? How long could you stay there? It wasn’t like you were wearing a badge that said, “Hello, I’m Ilia Malinin’s +1!”
If you could have just called him, maybe your heart would have started to calm down, but the best you could do was a text. A text, right now, felt so meaningless; it didn’t hold the same emotions as actually being able to hear his voice, or him to hear yours. Until then, all you could do was wait.
“Miss? Are you waiting on someone?”
The man’s unexpected voice caught you by surprise, causing you to jump before turning your head towards the direction of the sound. His tone was flat but not angry, and it was obvious he worked security, so you were nearing the edge of loitering.
“Yeah, uh, no… I mean, I am, but they’re… not here.”
The man eyed you suspiciously now, which had caused your heart to jump in rhythm. You couldn’t explain your situation, you’d look like some kind of crazy fan if you even began to lead the conversation that way.
“Well, I’m going to have to ask you to exit into the lobby, unfortunately. Please coordinate with them there if you can.”
Sighing under your breath, you gave him a half-hearted smile and nod, before lowering your chin and following his directions. At this point, you wondered if you should just return to the hotel and wait for him there. You didn’t want to wait in the lobby until the arena closed, but would Ilia be upset if you just bailed without a word?
Once there, you were surprised to see multiple small groups gathered together, still buzzing from the final results. You didn’t have anyone to talk to, so you decided to stand off to the side and wait.
All the girls seemed to be looking around, like they were hoping one of the skaters would appear from out of nowhere, and you couldn’t help but wonder if they were all wishing it was Ilia. If that were the case, you were right where you needed to be, because you were also hoping Ilia would walk through any one of those doors.
The feelings of loneliness and of being out of place started to consume you, and the only thing you could think to do was finally message Ilia.
“Hey, baby,” you texted. “You have no idea how happy I am for you! I just wanted to message you and let you know that I love you~.”
Thinking about your next move, you carefully worded what you wanted to say next, so that it wasn’t misunderstood.
“I was hoping to see you, but security kind of made me join everyone else in the lobby, and it’s still congested. Would you be upset if I went back to the hotel?”
After you hit send on the second message, you felt like an idiot. I could be an hour before he checked his phone, and the reason for the message was so you didn’t have to loiter for that long. Sighing deeply, you closed your eyes for a minute before your phone buzzed, snapping you back into the world around you.
“OMG, I love you more!” Ilia texted once, before a flurry of messages came streaming in.
“I’m so happy you’re here! Sorry, I can’t think straight right now!”
You smiled as you read his message, hearing his voice in your head.
“I don’t mind if you go back! I’m sure you’re tired, and I don’t know how much more stuff I have to do before I get to leave. I’d feel better if I knew you weren’t waiting for me here! I’m sorry I can’t be with you right now.”
“You’re sweet,” you typed. “If you’re sure you don’t mind.”
It took him a few minutes to get back to you.
“No, of course I don’t mind! Go get some rest! You know you’re the person I want to be with once I’m out of here! Trust me, I can’t wait to see you! I love you so much! Let me know when you’re back, please? I just want to know that you’re okay.”
He really was that sweet. Even in moments where he should have been thinking about himself, there was always a place carved out for you.
“I will, I promise. You be careful, too! Could you let me know when you’re headed back? I’ll help you with your stuff.”
“You don’t have to do that!” He replied quickly. “But I can let you know when we’ve left. I’ve gotta get off my phone. I’m sorry. Be careful. I love you!”
You’d tell him again that you loved him as well, before ordering an Uber to take you back to the hotel. You and Ilia shared the room when you arrived in Prague on Thursday morning, and now it would be him meeting you there, not the other way around. He was right, you were tired, mostly because you hadn’t fully adjusted to the jet lag.
The whole ride back, you kept smiling out of the window like a love-sick fool. Ilia had just won his third World title, and you had watched him do it! Not to mention, you were in Prague! Yesterday, you hadn’t been able to explore the city as you had hoped, but hopefully tomorrow the two of you could get in a little sightseeing before having to go back home.
The city was gorgeous; all the places Ilia had taken you to, throughout Europe, felt like something out of a historical drama or a video game. It was something you didn’t know how to repay him for. By far, they were experiences that you would never forget.
“Thank you so much,” you said to the driver upon stepping out of the car. “Have a good evening!”
“You as well,” she replied.
You’d wait until you were in the grand lobby of the hotel before texting Ilia as you had promised. It was still daylight outside, but it felt so much later. Something about knowing you were in a hotel instantly made you feel all the more tired.
“Made it back to the hotel. ♥️”
He wouldn’t reply, but you hadn’t really expected him to. Too many interviews, congratulations, and packing to be done to reply to your every message, but you didn’t take it to heart. You knew that had the roles been reversed, the feelings would have been the same.
Once back in your hotel room, all you wanted to do was be in something comfortable. The room was freezing, which meant either a hot bath or straight under the covers was in your future. The bath was tempting, but getting out of the hot water and right into the cold air was a turn-off. You smiled to yourself; maybe you could convince Ilia to warm you up afterwards.
After a quick change of clothes, you hid beneath the heavy hotel blankets and waited as patiently as you could for Ilia to get there. In the meantime, you wondered about food. You weren’t in the mood to get dressed up again and go out, and you weren’t sure if Ilia would be either. There was no doubt that he was going to be exhausted when the adrenaline wore off. Likely, like times before, he just wanted to be snuggled up with you and get some sleep.
Ordering something in sounded like the plan, but what would he want? What if his dad wanted to take you both out instead? It was a shame that you couldn’t get an instant answer from anyone, so you decided just to wait till you could ask him in person.
The problem with hotel beds was that they were too comfortable. Before long, you were being coaxed to close your heavy eyelids and take a nap. But what about Ilia? What if he messaged you and you didn’t answer? You had to fight against it, despite his telling you to get some rest. Surely, he wouldn’t be too much longer, right?
Unfortunately, you’d lose complete track of time, because the second you decided just to rest your eyes, you were asleep. It would be the sound of Ilia’s suitcase hitting the door that finally stirred you.
Sitting up in a hurry, you were relieved to see him in the doorway. When his eyes saw you, his face lit up with a smile. His short blond hair was going everywhere, and his eyes looked as tired as yours from behind his glasses. You wondered if he had fallen asleep on the way back.
“I’m sorry,” He said, pushing the hardshell into the room. “Did I wake you?”
From the sound of his voice, you could tell he was crashing. You would waste no time throwing off the blankets to cross the room and embrace him.
“No, I’m sorry I fell asleep!” You replied, laying your head against his.
Ilia’s arms wrapped around you tightly, his fingers gripping you like a lifeline, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.
“I’m so happy for you,” you whispered, letting a hand brush through his soft hair.
“It doesn’t feel real,” he mumbled. “I did it.”
Your smile widened at hearing him realize his accomplishments. He had done it, and he deserved all the recognition and praise! He had earned this!
“You were brilliant! You always are!”
Hearing you shower him with such compliments, Ilia pulled back. For a split second, you thought you had said something wrong, but his smile told you everything you needed to know; the kiss even more.
“I’m so glad this season is over,” he confessed, nose-to-nose with you. “I want to take you somewhere nice this summer.”
Ilia’s admission took you by surprise. What did he mean by " he wanted to take you somewhere nice? He had taken you to so many wonderful places in the last year! Where else could he take you that could outdo all the ones before it?
“Ilia,” you whispered again. “You’ve given me so much already.”
He looked from one eye to another, then to your lips before speaking, “I don’t care. I want to show you the world.”
You giggled, blush colouring your cheeks in the dimly lit room, “You’ve done that.”
“Not all of it.”
There was no winning this soft argument with him, but it was still fun to try. However, before you could counter his last statement, Ilia picked you up and carried you back to the bed through your laughing protests.
“Ilia,” you squealed. “I can walk!”
It wasn’t that you didn’t want him to be your sweet prince; it was that you knew how tired he had to be feeling, given the last few days. You were capable of walking a few feet on your own, but it was sweet of him to give you the princess treatment so often.
“You’re such a brat,” you added when he finally set you down on the plush, raised mattress.
He continued to smile, his eyes heavier now.
“You look so tired, baby,” you said, holding his face in your hands as he hovered over you. Any second, it looked like he could collapse against you, and you couldn’t blame him.
“I am.”
“You should have a nap, okay?”
Ilia just grumbled. “I’ve missed you all day.”
“I know,” you reassured. “I’ve missed you, too. But here, what if we rest a little, then go get something to eat, maybe?”
“Meh,” he sighed, opening his eyes more to take in your face. “I don’t want to go anywhere. I just want to rot in bed.”
His dramatic reply caught you by surprise and made you snort. “I mean, that works, too, but can we order something in?”
Ilia smirked, “Oh yeah, I’m starving, too. I just want to rest for a little bit.”
He stepped back to kick off his shoes. As you watched him struggle, you were about to get up and help him, but once they were off, he was crashing into you against the bed.
Both of you were reduced to a fit of giggles as he continued to press you into the mattress. You couldn’t help but wrap your arms around his upper back, fingernails tracing the curve of his shoulder blades.
“Ilia, I can’t…breathe,” you said, struggling to get the words out. It wasn’t that he was heavy, but it was more weight than you were accustomed to having on your chest at one time.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” His tone was genuine, and he carefully pulled himself off of you. Once he was back on his feet, you rolled over and crawled across the bed to where you had been lying before Ilia had gotten back.
“Are you going to join me?” You asked, surprised he hadn’t joined you immediately.
“Yeah, I just wanna change my clothes first.”
It made sense that he wanted to be comfortable, but the longer he pushed himself to function, the more you could tell it was fighting his own body. While he dug through another suitcase, you fussed with the blankets so it would be easier for him to get comfortable.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” You asked as he pulled the hoodie over his head.
Ilia just shook his head as he walked back towards the bed. “I’m alright.”
He pulled the blankets back and found his place beside you, his arm over your waist and chin on your shoulder. His eyes were closed as his head rested against your pillow. You knew he wouldn’t be awake much longer.
“Congratulations, baby,” you whispered before kissing his forehead.
He just smiled, nuzzling into you. “Thank you for coming to see me. I’m glad you finished this whole journey with me, Y|N.”
His voice was getting quieter, and his words were starting to run together.
“I’m the one who should be thanking you, Ilia. You’ve given me so much, I don’t know what to say.” Your eyes closed before you finished your heartfelt confession. “You’ve made my life so incredible.”
Ilia’s lips found your shoulder, “Here’s to the future then.”
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