#partnership

[wanderlustinwonderland18]

“If I miss skating? I miss Tess. With romantic partners, it was a bit difficult. After we retired, I think we came to appreciate that relationship even more in a different light. We’re very honoured when people are like: ‘Oh you two, you just look like you’re in love.’ Well, that’s good cause most of the time, those were the characters we were playing. But at the same time, there’s real love there. We love working together. We love to skate. We love each other.”

— Scott Moir (2026)

[paledriverwaltz]

Partner. (of what once was.)

[rocksandaces]

I love the word "partner"

Are we married? Are we dating? Are we running a small business together? Are we in the middle of an elaborate plan to kill an ancient godlike being?

You'll never know

[vamptenz]

been in the craziest art block ever AUGHH FREE MEEE

[flipthefreakinswitch]

Bruised and bleeding

-Brayden Elliot x fem!pairskater!reader

Plot: When Brayden gets punched too many times to count by a hockey player, you help clean him up.

Warnings/plot info: pair skaters, bruises, cuts, blood, bloody nose, soft Brayden, only nice to her trope, friends since childhood, touchy w/ one another, hockey players, hockey player harasses reader, pair skaters since childhood, NOT PROOFREAD!!!

a/n: okkkkkkaaaayyyy I hope yall like it 😫🫠🤞 Brayden is sooooooo my man. If there are any mistakes i apologize….

You knew as soon as the hockey walked up to you that there would be an issue. Brayden walked away to get you both drinks, and as soon as he did it was not long until someone had their arm around your shoulder. It was the annual Russo bonfire. You have never been, because you and Brayden had just decided to skate with the infamous team.

“So” the boy starts, dramatically stretching then putting his arm over your shoulders. Looking at him you cannot help but cringe, his beard did not compliment is features, his hair was too long for your liking, and his smug expression gave you the creeps. You move over to make space between you and the boy. “You ice dance, and I play hockey so you know it’s pretty perfect….for us two to you know” he smiles hoping you would catch on to the hint. Of course you catch on, but acting clueless would buy you time until Brayden got back.

Shaking your head you say “no, I don’t know” scooting over more to create distance. He chuckles, bringing his other hand to hold one of yours. Uncomfortable at his actions, you pull your hand away, then knock his arm off your shoulders.

“Oh come on” the boy begs wrapping his arm around you once more. Taking your hands, you push him a little on the chest trying your get him off of you. Your eyes are scanning the bonfire area looking for Brayden. Anxiety bubbles in your stomach the same way it does before a huge competition.

“Um” your breath hitches in your throat, worrying about what to do. The hockey player is the only thing you are focused on now. His breathing, the way his leg bounces, and when it does it hits your own.

“Hey y/n are you okay” Riley asks, pulling you away from your own mind. “Riley, where’s Brayden” your breath was unsteady, scanning the area once more. Riley looks between the two of you, she then reaches down to grab your hand. “Here, I just saw him” she smiles, ushering you towards the drink station as quickly as possible.

“Thanks Riley” you thank, sending a kind smile her way. Your breathing starts to steady, and your hands stop shaking. “No problem, that guy is a total creep. Also….Brayden is not over here, I just said that so you could get away from him” she whispers towards your ear.

Looking over at her your smile becomes even wider, pulling her into a side hug. “Thank you thank you thank you, he was a total creep wasn’t he” Riley lets out a laugh, nodding her head, “a total one.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask you about Brayden. Are you guys like a thing or really close friends?”

This question will always be a valid one, but you never know how to answer it. You and Brayden are not together, but sometimes it feels like you two are not friends either. Instead there is a spark, a spark that does not go unnoticed.

“Friends, we’ve been partners for years. So, we have the connect-“

Suddenly you are cut off by several gasps, cheers, and applause. “Holy shit is that Brayden” Riley asks already turned around to assess the situation. Turning around you see Brayden punching the hockey boy square in the face.

“It so is”

The hockey player comes back up and slams Brayden back in the face. Then lands a good few punches to his ribs. Cringing every time it happens you find yourself running toward the circle all the people have created around the two fighters. Your jaw is practically on the ground, as you watch them.

Hockey boy punches Brayden in the face causing a bloody nose. Then Brayden throws a fist at the hockey players eye hitting him exactly where he was aiming. “Watch out” Freddie says, gently pushing you to the side.

“Freddie” Riley exclaims next to you. Freddie try’s to separate the two men, but before he even got close enough another hockey player pulls him back. Brayden gets pushed on his back, and the player socks him in the face. Brayden lands a punch to the side of the creep, before a cop car’s lights flash over the area. The hockey player stands, while another yells to run. Everyone around you scatters, leaving you behind with Brayden on the ground. At this particular moment you did not care about the cops, or that stupid hockey player. You cared about him.

Your legs move quickly, kneeling down beside him. “Hey” he chuckles sitting up, blood flowing out of him nose. “Brayden what the hell” you say hitting his shoulder gently. His hands go up to his nose, touching the blood, before pulling his hand back to see the red liquid. “Don’t touch it” your order comes out harsh, and intense.

“I’m fine, y/n” he groans, grabbing ahold on your arm to steady himself. He does not look fine at all. He already has a bruised eye, his nose was bleeding, his jaw is already red, and swelling. A gentle hand comes to touch his face, he winces in pain at your touch. “You don’t look fine” you mention reaching your hand out to help him stand.

“Fuck” he hisses leaning against you for stability, the cop is gone, along with everyone else. So, you two slowly but surely make your way back to the Russo home.

-time skip-

Shutting the bathroom door, you pat the marble counter telling Brayden to hop on. He does not protest, he never does with you. Your eyes meet his, “what happened?”

He takes a deep breath watching as you grab a wash cloth and dampen it with warm water. “It’s nothing” he sniffles, trying to get the blood flow to stop. You stand in between his legs, gently tapping the blood off his face. The both of you are use to this, it is not the first time you had to clean up his cuts. It has been five years of partnership, so, he has definitely run his mouth too many times to count.

He winces, grabbing ahold of your waist. These are the times where you get confused about the relationship between the two of you. He is touchy, and for a long time you figured it was just his thing. However, it turns out that he only holds you in a soft, gentle way. Unfortunately you have witnessed him with other women on total accident, but his touch with them is harsh, needy. You obviously could not see much more, before you quickly got out of the room. So, you always wonder if he turns gentle with time.

“That guy was gross”

His eyes lock with yours, and his hand comes up to move a piece of hair away from your face. Then, his hand goes down to hold your cheek, thumb brushing your cheekbone gently. Your free hand comes up to move his platinum blonde hair away from his black eye so you can get a good look at it. “Did he make you uncomfortable” he whispers, eyes searching your face. You go back to cleaning off his face, almost done.

“You saw that” you question, sighing from embarrassment. Heat travels up your neck, causing your cheeks to become a bright pink. It is silent for a moment as you place the washcloth down. “Look at me, and stop worrying about my face” Brayden orders, bringing both hands back to your waist. So, you listen, look up at him. “I was going to run up to you as soon as it saw you, but Riley got to you first. But he was still looking at you like you were something he could take, so I punched him.”

“Bray you don’t need to do that, I was fine”

He scoffs, “no you weren’t, I know you better than anyone else. So don’t try to tell me that you were okay.” All you could respond with was a nod because you knew he was right. He was always right when it came to you.

Clearing your throat you gesture for him to take off his shirt. His hands come off of you and you feel a chill. Suddenly everything is cold, your arms have goosebumps, along with your legs. His touch was always hot against your skin. The shirt gets thrown on the floor, his face covered in pain. Your eyes look down, he has a pretty good bruise forming on his right ribs, and one form on his lower abdomen.

“Oh Brayden” you whisper now realizing just how much pain he is currently in. Your hand reaches to graze this blue and purple skin. Brayden’s hand wraps around your wrist wanting to be in control of your touch. “It doesn’t hurt” he claims, trying to make you feel better, but his words don’t help. Of course it hurts, you knew it did, and you felt like it was all your fault.

“I’m sorry”

“Hey don’t be, I’m fine, okay don’t worry about it” he assures “it was my choice to punch the guy, okay?”

Nodding you reply with a simple “okay,” Brayden shifts off the counter. Standing tall in front of you before pulling you into a hug. Your arms naturally move to around his neck, while his find their way to your waist, holding you securely. His hand gently rubs your back in a comforting manner.

“You’re too good to me y/n”

You are quick to shake your head “someone had to care for you.” He chuckles, “yeah, and I’m glad it’s you.” Wrapping his arms tighter, he hold you with care. Wanting to be as close to you as possible.

Although he will never admit it, you keep him stable, content with every crazy problem that has come his way. “Well I need to make sure my partner stays healthy” you joke hugging him tight.

“Do you want to come to my room” he asks, you two often shared a room. It was something that your old coaches made you do. For a while, you two hated one another so, your coaches made you two share rooms at every competition while everyone else got to pick their roommates. After some time you did not mind, and he did not either. Secrets were shared, along with very heavy details.

“Yeah”

As soon as the words are spoken, you both pull away, then walk out of the bathroom. Brayden’s hand is perfectly holding yours when he walks toward his room. Mimi spots you, and you give her a shrug acting like it is totally normal. It was normal. To you. Not to Mimi. So, her jaw drops quickly pulling out her phone to text someone.

Brayden pulls you into his room, securely shutting the door.

[spindasheddd]

I LOVED Zootopia 2 and wanted to show them in their cute little outfits. Although I kind of agree that Judy’s worst idea is what she did with her ears 😬😭

[hellyeahscarleteen]

"If one of your big life goals is to be a Mom or a wife that there isn’t a thing in the world wrong with that. But what I want for you, with any goal you have, is for you to pursue it because it’s what you want for yourself, based in what you deeply want, rather than you just kind of winding up there either because someone else thinks that’s your only option because it’s the one that suits them or because their irresponsibility or disrespect lands you there. I want whatever wanted goal or role of yours you meet in life to be one you’re able to meet in the healthiest way, and if someone else involved, with them having the same kind of respect for and value of that goal or role that you do. Taking care of a real baby and also having to take care of a 25-year-old baby in a man’s body isn’t going to be good for you OR a kid, for instance, and cleaning up after someone because they refuse to do so for themselves isn’t the same as choosing to each do your share for each other with the different things you’re good at."

Heather Corinna, Why I Deeply Dislike Your Older Boyfriend