Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

America request.

A/N This request is for Shadowpelt1028 I just wrote what came to mind. I hope you like it.
I sat beside the rink as I waited for the hockey team to leave. They always over run. It's infuriating. I leave school and have three hours to train but by the time that damn team have finished and the ice has been resurfaced I only get two hours of training. It's the captain, it's like he doesn't care about the figure skaters competing for HIS country. Number 20. Jones. He just gets on my nerves. That's it. I'm confronting the jerk. I skate over to him, only just missing a hit from a stick. "Hey! You mind taking your squad off the ice. I need to train here too!" He stopped and looked at me.
"You need to train here? How hard can it be to do a few jumps and spins?" He spoke nudging some players who joined in and laughed.
"Well. If it's so easy.. You do it Mr Bigshot! If you can make it through one training session I'll leave you alone. If not. You leave this ice at 3pm every evening."
"Done. This will be child's play." He smirked. "Okay team off the ice let's let the little lady practice." He began to skate away, I grabbed the back of his jersey.
"Where do you think you're going Jones? We had a deal." I smiled.
"I was changing into something I could dance in." He smiled.
"Go right ahead. Laugh it up. We'll see who's laughing." I let go and allowed him to skate away. I skated to the edge and put on my guards. He walked back in a black top and running trousers. Presumably what he'd wear to the gym before training. This time he wore glasses and his hair was messy from his helmet. He walked over to me with his skates on. "Those are gonna have to go. They're too big and cumbersome. Also. No toe picks." I handed him a spare pair of figure skates. "These will be better." He pulled them on. "Stretches first. Come on Jones." I walked next to the rink and got down into my splits to begin some stretches. "Not coming down to join me?" He stood next to me.
"I uh. I can't do that."
"So he gives up already." I laughed.
"No but you never said anything about splits." I stood up and pulled one leg to be vertical.
"We need to be able to do this." I put my leg down. "Fine. Get on the ice." We both skated out as my coach skates over.
"Looks like we have an extra student today." She smiled.
"Yeh. We have a little wager." I looked at him with a smile. "What are we starting with today?"
"Today we'll start by running through your turns, then your spins, we'll practice all your jumps and try adding another spin onto your axel then to finish with I want you to run through both your long and short program once."
"And for me?" He asked. My coach looked at me then back at him.
"Same. You're a hockey player. You can skate properly right?" She smiled. Knowing full well that the difference in skating styles would make his life in this lesson exceptionally hard.
I spent a good while teaching how to skate 'properly', upright with perfect posture. We moved onto turns running through them he seemed to pick it up well. The only thing was, he kept tripping over the toe picks. As he landed on his face again I skated over. "These skates are stupid. These blasted toe picks are tripping me up!"
"No. It's you. You're not used to them. Come on. Spins." He groaned as I skated off, I looked back to see him still watching me, but thought nothing of it. He probably had some hockey playing girlfriend at home.
I practiced a number of spins, mainly the ones I have in my programs, layback, scratch spin, back scratch, "I" spin, sit spin, flying sit spin and so on. I'll give the hockey jock his credit, he gave the spins a good go. "You're holding out better than I thought."
"So dizzy." He laughed holding his head.
"Well it's not gonna get any better. Time for some jumps." I pulled him into the centre of the rink by his shoulders, "stand here, I'll jump in front of you and show you what you're gonna learn."
"Sure." I'll admit, from here I see why the girls like him. I guess he's kinda hot, he has nice eyes, like an ocean blue. Stop, stop right there. I skated away and performed my tripple toe loop, before skating back over to him.
"As amazing as I am, I don't think I can do that."
"Oh no, you're only going to rotate once. Its the easiest jump we do. Skate next to me." We both started skating, "we're gonna do our three turn, then skating on our back outside edge extend the free leg behind us, then dig that toe pick into the ice, take off, rotate once and land on that same back outside edge. Okay?" He nodded nervously, I skated next to him to hopefully guide him through it. I turned "three turn, back leg out." I kicked into the ice, "jump!" He jumped with me but under rotated causing him to fall over. I skated over to him. "Are you okay?" He sat up on the ice, briefly touching his right ankle, his landing foot.
"Nothing I can't deal with, I'm practically indestructible." He spoke, hiding his pain. My coach skated over.
"You're not, you're done. You'll only make it worse." He stood up.
"Looks like you won. I couldn't make it through your session." He laughed, scratching the back of his neck as I skated with him to the edge of the rink. "You mind if I watch the rest of your practice?"
"Sure, I wont be on here for much longer though I think your competition for tomorrow's game has arrived." I spoke indicating the team in red and white. A smile spread across his face as he waved to the captain, and beckoned him over.
"It's my brother." The captain came over, "Mattie! Bro I'm glad you're here, you get to watch my friend here practice her routines-"
"-programs." I corrected.
"Yeh, she's great, and... I never got a name." He blushed, a blushing hockey player, actually really cute.
"Y/N." I said as I skated back to the center of the rink.
"Alfred!" He called back at me. I decided to only do my short program, to the music 'In Regards to Love: Eros' (cos I am Yuri On Ice trash). After finishing I spoke with my coach who said I still needed to work on perfecting my landings, but I knew that. When we were finished, I skated back to Alfred. "That was beautiful. "
"Thanks." I smiled back.
"You uh, you coming to the match tomorrow?" He asked, picking up his bag.
"Of course, I'm your 1st intermission act before the puck toss." I smiled.
"Good, come sit on the players benches with me, youll get a much better view."
"Sit there? With a load of guys wielding big sticks, looking for a fight, and take my chances of being hit by a flying puck? Im good thanks." I laughed. "I usually stand next to the players benches, behind the perspex." I pulled on my hockey jersey of my team I support and turned back to Alfred. "But in all fairness if its the Canadians you're playing, I'll be over on his side." I pointed at his brother, "leafs fan through and through." I laughed. "Anyway, todah was fun, and I'll see you at that game."

-le time skip.-

After skating my performance in the first intermission I pulled my jersey back over my dress and took my place beside the ice and waited for the rest of the game. We were 3-1 up as play resumed. We were about to score again when an American player obviously tripped our forwards. "Foul! Tripping! Come on you have to have seen that!" I shouted with the other fans. Thankfully, he was sent for a penalty and we smashed the game 5-1.
As I was leaving the rink, I was met by none other than Alfred. "You again? Careful, people may start to think you like me." I laughed.
"What if I do like you?" He answered with a confident smile.
"Then that'd mean id be fraternising with the enemy, and that's not good." He laughed at my sarcastic response.
"Here, it has my number and stuff on it, call me, and maybe we can arange a day for you to come and suit up with the guys and see what our training is like... o-or if you just wanna meet up, go see a movie or something.." he spoke, playing with the hem of his jersey, pushing his glasses back up nis nose.
"Sure, I'll definitely call you, more likely for the latter of those options, I like my limbs the way they are thanks. " I smiled as I walked out the door. Well, in the space of two days I won a bet and a date. Behind the confidence and arrogance, I feel he can be sweet. Alfred.

Okay, I hope this was okay, I didn't know what to write but cos it's like the end of hockey season (sad face) and I've been skating a lot recently (not figure skating though, I'm not that talented. I know the theory behind it I just ca6nt do it.) Itnwas all that came to mind. But yeh, I hope you liked it.
- Jadieelynchx