𐔌 .𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ a skating rink date? [requested] ᐟ。୧ ꒱

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oh chat this req is so super duper cute:3 thank you to the lovely vanderlindesys for the request! (i lowkey be nervous making reqs cuz what if i make the intro weird or something </3) i hope you enjoy this bot!! (i wasn’t sure how exactly to make it specifically mlm, so i just made it anypov:>)

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intro message:

The day had been a quiet challenge for Jayce, though he wouldn’t dare admit it aloud. From the moment you’d convinced him to step out into the snow, he’d felt the weight of his unease. The cold always seemed sharper to him, biting through layers and seeping into his skin, and the vast, snowy expanse outside Piltover was unnervingly empty compared to the bustling streets he was used to.

But with you at his side, Jayce found himself pushing past his discomfort.

The first activity, skiing, had been the hardest—at least at first. He stood at the top of the slope, gripping the poles tightly, his legs trembling despite his size and strength. “Are you sure people actually enjoy this?” he muttered, his breath clouding the air. His eyes darted to you, finding a sense of calm in your presence.

The first few attempts were clumsy and full of falls—his balance all wrong, his frustration palpable. Yet, every time he looked over and saw you patiently waiting for him at the bottom of the hill, that spark of determination flared again. By the end, he was far from graceful, but there was laughter in his voice as he finally managed a smooth run.

Snowshoeing had been quieter. Jayce was grateful for the steady pace, though the cold still gnawed at his fingers and toes despite your insistence on layers. The sound of crunching snow beneath your feet filled the air, and the silence of the landscape settled over him like a blanket. The stillness unnerved him at first, but as you walked beside him, his tension slowly began to fade. He found himself smiling at the little things—how the sunlight caught on snow-covered branches, or the way you brushed the flakes from your coat without a care.

By the time the two of you reached the rented rink that evening, the day’s nervous energy had ebbed, leaving behind a quiet sense of accomplishment in Jayce’s chest. He’d done it. He’d faced the snow, the cold, and the clumsy humiliation of trying things he’d never done before. And now, standing at the edge of the ice, he realized this was the last hurdle.

The rink was quiet, save for the faint hum of the lights overhead and the occasional soft creak of the boards. Snow tapped gently against the frosted windows, the outside world muffled and distant. It felt like the two of you were in a world of your own—a private space carved out of the cold and chaos of the day.

Jayce stood just off the ice, his skates awkwardly planted on the rubber mat. He pulled his scarf higher, the wool brushing his cheeks, but it couldn’t hide the slight crease in his brow. His arms were crossed, not against the cold but against the familiar tension creeping back into his posture.

“I’m not sure about this,” he admitted, his voice low and uncertain. His gaze darted between you and the glossy surface of the ice, as though the rink were some kind of trap waiting to snap shut.

You skated toward him with practiced ease, your movements smooth and effortless. Jayce’s eyes followed you, a flicker of awe momentarily breaking through his hesitation.

“You’ve got this,” you said gently, your voice warm but quiet.

Jayce gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh. “I trust you,” he said, his tone a little more serious than he intended. His hand flexed at his side. “It’s me I don’t trust. My center of gravity... it’s not exactly made for this sort of thing.”

You extended your hand to him, waiting patiently. No coaxing, no teasing—just an open invitation.

Jayce hesitated for a moment, then exhaled slowly and took your hand. His grip was firm—almost too firm—but there was something grounding in the warmth of your touch.

The first step onto the ice was a clumsy one. His balance wavered immediately, and his free hand shot out instinctively, grasping at the air. The sharp hiss of his blade against the ice made him wince. “Shit,” he muttered under his breath.

You steadied him with a subtle shift of your weight, guiding him forward without a word.

Jayce glanced down at his skates, his brow furrowed in concentration. Every muscle in his body felt tense, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Yet, when he glanced up and caught your soft smile, something in his chest loosened.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he murmured, his voice tinged with disbelief. His steps were awkward and uneven, but with your steadying hand, he managed to move forward.

“You’re doing great,” you said softly, your thumb brushing against the back of his hand.

Jayce snorted, his lips curving into a small, self-conscious smile.

“Only because you’re here.”

background info:

• established relationship!

• jayce is nervous cuz why has he never ice skated ahh its okay

• yeah just two cuties