Because Cats Always Land On Their Feet - Alan Ashby
Could you please pleASE PLEASE do an Alan Ashby one? Where you’re ice skating and you keep falling and stuff and its super cute?
Liked the sound of this^w^ hope you like it c: Part two is always an option if anybody requests (but with a small storyline ok?)
"Why on earth did you suggest this, Alan?" I ask, grabbing on to the side of the ice skating rink. "Because it’s fun." He answers, gliding past me on his skates. "Pft, yeah, fun." I mutter to myself, trying to steady myself with both arms. Wobbling, my legs slide outwards, I casually sink slowly to the ground. As I hit the floor, I slump like a teddy bear. Alan hurls up in front of me, chuckling to himself. "It’s not funny." I mumble, my ass beginning to get cold. "Of course it isn’t. C’mon, up you get." He answers, covering his mouth thinking I don’t know he’s smiling. He’s waiting for me to make a fool of myself trying to stand up on the ice. "I don’t wanna." I whine, folding my arms over my chest. "Y/N." He sighs, swirling to behind me. Crouching, I feel his arms lock under my arms and he hoists me back up. Unsteadily, I stand on my two feet, he supports my back.
"Let me help you." He offers, tightening his grip around my waist. I nod, although he’s probably trying to trick me. I face the rest of the rink, waiting for Alan to move. He then begins to skate across the ice, pushing me in front of him. His arms stay around my waist, not allowing me to slip away. I keep dead still, trying to prevent any movement so I don’t slip again. "See you’re doing it." He whispers, balancing his head on my shoulder. "No, Alan. You’re doing it.” I say, smiling as we move over the ice. Pecking my cheek, I feel him grin as he turns a corner. I tremble as he swoops the both of us round it with ease. “Nothing to worry about, I’ve got you.” He says as we skate freely down the straight side again. “That’s why I’m worrying.” I say jokingly. “Oh really?” He asks, I hear the cheekiness in his voice almost instantly. “So you’re worrying incase I do… this?” He removes his hands from my waist and halts. Leaving me to hurtle forward on my own. I jolt my arms out trying to stop, but instead it does absolutely nothing, apart from unbalance me further. I then see myself about to collide into the wall of the ice rink. With a small slam, I smack into the wall. I hear Alan roaring with laughter, so I lose my patience.
"I am so done.” I mutter, trying to grip the wall. After I have a firm grasp, I tug hand my hand, and slide gently over the ice. “Y/N, don’t be such a spoil sport.” Alan says, skating up behind me. I ignore him as I get to the gap in the wall where I can leave. I kick harshly at the ice before stepping off. “Y/N.” Alan moans, looking at me from the ice. I take a seat and glare at him, arms folded. “Don’t be so silly, c’mon.” He urges, hopping impatiently on the ice. “I am not being silly.” I hiss, looking away from him. “It was only a bit of harmless fun, Y/N.” He says, resting against the side. “It is not fun when your boyfriend makes fun of you constantly.” I humph. “Y/N, please. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. One more try, for me? I promise I won’t let you fall over again.” He tilts his head slightly, smiling. “How do I know that?” I ask, sarcastically squinting my eyes. “Because I love you.” He smiles sweetly, knowing I couldn’t resist. “One more time.” I say, sticking up a finger. “Okay, okay.” Alan says, reaching his arms out to grab me.
Assembling into the same position as before, he pushes me nimbly over the ice. It is quite fun, when I’m not falling, that is. “See - not that bad is it?” He asks, I feel him grin on my shoulder. “I guess not.” I shake my head, focusing on keeping still. “Wanna go faster?” He suggests, gripping my waist tighter. “I thought we promised to only use that phrase in bed?” I tease, giggling slightly. “Oh shut up, you.” He replies, slapping my arm playfully. “And I’m the immature one.” He adds, deliberately sighing out loud. Jokingly, I mimic him. “Okay - that’s it! We’re going faster!” He chuckles, preparing himself to move quicker.
Suddenly, we glide phenomenally across the ice, swooping like eagles. For a few moments, I like it, it gives a really sensational feeling. But he becomes too fast, and I begin to feel a bit dizzy. “Alan, stop! Stop, Alan! Now!” I whine trying to wince my eyes shut. “Oh, of course Y/N.” He answers sympathetically. Gradually, we only drift faintly over the ice. Twiddling me around, he hugs me allowing me to clutch onto his chest. Regardless of this he continues to skate, just not as quickly. “I’m sorry.” He apologises as I nuzzle my face into his neck. “It’s fine, just too fast.” I assure him, smiling on his jacket. He leads me to the side of the ice rink, where I can grab on to the wall to keep me steady. After I balance myself, Alan skates backwards a couple of feet. “I’m sorry for ruining it.” I say sheepishly, almost blushing. “Hey, it’s not your fault your boyfriend is an astounding ice skater, is it?” He answers, big headed. He begins to hop on the ice, I have no idea how he can. “How can you even do that?” I ask, frowning at him. “Because - cats always land on their feet.” He shrugs, smirking smugly. “Yeah, yeah.” I mutter, rolling my eyes. And with that, Alan’s right foot diverts outwards, causing him to slip sideways. He slips on his right knee, wobbling wildly, causing me to cackle with laughter. “Uh, will you marry me?” He asks, a half confused expression casting over his face. I raise my eyebrows at him, nice try not to make a fool of himself. He presents his arms outwards with a hopeful grin, making himself seem to be impressive. I roll my eyes, oh Alan.
