skating hills

Ice Kisses

Originally posted by wintercozy

Request: Would you like to write an imagine with the reader and Derek doing ice skating?

#2 Derek smut or fluff pleaaase??

Smutty No.2 with Derek❤️❤️❤️😁😁😁

Hello! I don’t remember when but I have sent you before an imagine request with Derek and the reader going for ice skating! Would you like to write this? If you don’t have my request anymore I can send to you again! :)

Having a heated moment (you know :3) with Derek at an ice ring while or after ice skating

Author’s Note: Since there is such demand for this request, I figured I’d get it done c: It isn’t really smutty whatsoever, and it is short, so I’m sorry. But it is cute! So, I hope you like it c: Enjoy!

Warnings: Derek cuteness ugh

#2: Ice Skating

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“I really don’t think this is a good idea,” I said, giggling a bit as Derek led me towards the ice. 

“It’ll be fine, Y/N,” he insisted, offering a reassuring smile. “Come on. You trust me, right?” I looked up and met Derek’s beautiful green eyes, my mouth slightly parted in wonder before forming a tiny grin as I nodded my head. Derek was my best friend in the entire world. I trusted him with my life. He was always there for me, always knew what to say or do in any situation, could always help me through anything. He knew everything about me.

Which is why I was confused as to why he insisted on taking me ice skating. He knew I was a klutz.

“Oh my god,” I breathed just as my skates touched the ice. Derek had both of my hands and was standing in front of me, pulling me along gently.

“It’s alright,” he said, watching me shakily stand there. “Now, just take little steps.” I tried as he said and nearly fell, Derek holding me up. 

“this is a bad idea. Such a bad idea,” I insisted, shaking my head. Derek just laughed. “There are little kids here that are skating circles around me.”

“You’ll get it. Just hold onto me.” I put an arm through his, holding onto his bicep with my free hand as he led me around slowly. “See? You’re getting there.”

“Der, you’re just pulling me,” I laughed. I saw him give me a devilish grin and my eyes widened before he let go and gently eased me forward, skating ahead like a pro and turning around to watch me. “Why did you do that?” I was freaking out now, alone on the ice.

“Skate to me!” he ordered happily, holding his hands out. “You can do it!”I took a deep breath and then starting to move slowly, gliding the blades along until I was picking up a bit of speed. “There you go! Y/N, you did it!”

“Oh my god!!!” I yelled, looking at Derek excitedly as he smiled down at me. “I just got all the way here!”

“I know,” he chuckled. “Come on.” He took my hand in his and set a slow pace as we made our way around the rink, laughing and talking the whole time. Both of us totally lost track of how late it was, and before we knew it, the rink was closing for the night. All the other families and couples and skaters were heading for the exit, but I wanted one more shot.

“I wanna try to make it around once by myself,” I said, determined to try.

“Are you sure?” Derek asked, doubt in his voice. I slapped his chest playfully and nodded. He smiled and waited by the exit for me as I set off. I was a bit shaky, but I managed to get around, a huge grin on my face as I came back toward Derek. Just as we both thought I was going to make it, I lost my balance, crashing right into Derek’s large arms. “Y/N, are you alright?” he asked, holding me against him.

“Yeah,” I breathed, looking up into his eyes. We held each other’s gaze for a few moments before he slowly stood me back on my feet.

“You did it,” he told me softly, brushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I was very aware of the fact that he was still holding me and my arms were still resting on his chest, our bodies pressed together.

“I did,” I agreed quietly. We broke into grins, still looking at each other. Then, much to my surprise and delight, Derek leaned down and pressed his cold lips to my own. It was soft and sweet and so amazing.

“Sorry,” he mumbled as he pulled away, resting his forehead on mine.

“Don’t be,” I insisted, reaching up to kiss him again. I giggled as we both smiled into the kiss, one of his gloved hands caressing my cheek.

“What do you say we grab some hot chocolate and then head home, huh?” he offered.

“I’d like that. A lot, actually.” We smiled again and then stepped off the ice, our fingers entwining as we left.

MBTI Aesthetic Series: The ESTP

“Driving with no exact destination in mind. The sensation of wind blowing through your hair as you skate down a hill. Asking for opinions on varying types of literature. Fear of someone asking what you want to do with your life. Feeling at home in an art museum. No shoes is the best kind, in your opinion. Listening to music, not as an escape, but to amplify how you’re feeling. Making connections everywhere you step foot. They say you’re often thinking outside the box. “Take a chill pill, will ya?” Scribbling down your bucket-list on a pocket notepad. Where’d you go? You can’t see the bigger picture, but it’s there. Plane tickets taped to your wall of all your recent journeys. The sound of your favorite song on vinyl, echoing throughout your house. You’re going somewhere; I don’t know where, but be sure to send a postcard once you get there. I can’t wait to hear all about it.”