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hon3y-y · 5 months

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ੈ✩‧₊˚ pov: hockeyplayer!suguru is your loving boyfriend<3

Inclusive to all fem readers<3 (no deep description of body type or skin color)

Enjoy<3

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru who’s hair flows behind him while he skates on the ice, flashing you a bright smile as he skates past you to score. He immediately blows a kiss to you and goes to celebrate with his team. He’ll go skating to the benches and practically throws himself over, “you see me babe?” He calls up to you. You nod, blushing as his coach tells him to sit down and grumbles “keep your head in the game, suguru. We haven’t won yet…” he’ll blow a kiss to you before sitting down, pushing away his teasing teammates.

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru who tells the opposing player standing next to him during the face-off, “by the way, I’m scoring off of this..” the guy looks confused and scoffs at your boyfriends cockiness, but ends up shocked when he does. Before he can fully process how fast suguru scored, he sees getou rush to where you are in the stands, calling out to his lucky charm.

I mean, he’s in front of his favorite person in the world? When is a better time to show off…

He’ll beg you to come to practices, showing you his smooth tricks and waiting for your approval every time. He absolutely loves praise and hearing you cheer for him, even during an empty practice? It scratches his brain in a way that pushes him to try harder, move faster, and win. He just loves to make you proud.

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru who’s own team is freaking out when you said you might not be able to make the game. He’s sulking, and his teammates are all trying to make him feel better.

‘She’ll come, don’t worry!’

‘She’s probably on her way right now.’

‘Just breathe, bro…’ which only makes him grumpier

After confirming you won't be able to make it, he’s out of it the first two periods, allowing the team they’re against to get ahead three points. During intermission you call him, saying you heard they were behind and you’d be able to be there the last period. Somehow he miraculously is back on his game and they end up only lost by one point. You apologized for missing the first half to which he shushes you, “my lucky charm made us lose with dignity, baby. I’m just happy you’re here.” He says while wrapping you in his arms, smiling like he won the Stanley cup.

When he goes home with you for the holiday, he plays hockey with your cousins and lets them win(cause he’s so sweet T-T. Probably dramatically throws himself onto the floor when they score making them giggle every time. Anyway..) That is until your nosey and annoying next door neighbor starts making comments on his plays. He rolls his eyes, leaning on his stick while focusing on the way the neighbor leans into you or comments on how pretty you look and suddenly there’s a puck flying, nearly hitting the annoying man. He goes to where you two are wrapping a protective arm around you, he’s acting shocked too. The neighbors eyes wide in shock sputtering nonsense as you try not to laugh, “shit man, usually I don’t miss.”

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru who runs out of the changing rooms as soon as he’s done and goes to meet you. His eyes sparkling, grin wide on his face as he moves his hockey gear to give you a bear hug. “How’d i do?” His voice is mumbled into your neck, tightening his arms and breathing in your comforting scent. You laugh at the ticklish feeling before facing him, “so good my love, couldn’t take my eyes off you~” making him blush.

Suguru is always worked up after a game, pulling you out to his car with a smirk on his lips. He’s staring down your shirt and smacks your ass when you pass him holding the door for you, “suguru! We’re in public—“ to which he just laughs and begins to tease you, “i thought you liked being watched? Didn’t have a problem when i made you cum on my fingers in front of satoru last week?” To which you gasp and immediately reach up to cover his filthy mouth. “I didn’t know he came in!” Your cheeks are flushed pink and you mumble a tiny ‘hmph’ before going to the passenger seat of the car.

You're confused when he doesn’t open it, turning to look at him and noticing his crossed arms. “That’s my job, princess.” And just like that, your putty for him again. You giggle and turn away as he strolls over only for you to stop him. “Open the back, gonna need it more…” you lean up to his ear and whisper making him bite his lip. “Anything for you, baby.”

NSFW below;

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru who currently has you in his lap in the backseat of his car, his hands grabbing and caressing anything he can. He plays with your tits through your shirt, nipping at your lip and rolling his hips up to grind his aching cock into your covered pussy. “Mmh—take this off, please..” he’s pawing at your shirt, helping you remove the item before immediately pulling your bra down to stare at your pretty tits. He tugs and plays with your nipples, chuckling when you push his hands lower “guru, play with this instead~”

Clothes are thrown around the car, both of you guys impatiently wanting to feel each other. You climb on top of him again, feeling your mouth salivate at the sight of how large he is (never failing to impress you)

The feeling of his tip pushing into you makes you let out a sharp cry, the stretch painful without the prep but your dripping pussy helps glide him inside. Suguru reaches up to caress your soft cheek, kissing your watering eyes while whispering words of encouragement. “I know baby,” he leans his head against the headrest, trying not to cum just by the feeling of his head popping through your tiny, wet hole. “Slow baby, you can take it~” his hands rest on your hips, moving to play with your clit and try to help you adjust.

When you finally sink down onto him fully, he holds you still, closing his eyes and trying to not succumb to cumming right there. Your face is twisted up as his cock nestles against every nerve you have, panting at just how full he makes you. “Su-guru, ‘ure so big—nghh!” You moan when he rolls his hips up.

With your hands using his shoulders as leverage, you begin to ride him. Suguru is noisy, he doesn’t mind showing his lover how good he feels. And as he leans into your ear, telling you how good you’re doing, you can’t be more grateful it’s you he’s talking to

“Good job baby—oh fuck!—riding me so g-good.” He moves his hands to your ass, spanking it and watching the jiggle it makes before grabbing it for leverage. He’s also a little impatient so it’s not long until he fucks up into your pussy, making eye contact with you so he can watch the way you lose yourself in the pleasure. His cock hit your g-spot harshly, you clench tightly around him with your eyes rolling back. You moaned uncontrollably, any attempt to shush yourself stopped by suguru. “Move ur’ fucking—hands.”

Your tears egged him on, enjoying your choked sobs that echoed in the confined space. The car had fog on the windows, shaking lightly and if anyone of his teammates saw, it would be nearly impossible to argue what the two of you are doing.

He slows down, changing his rough pace to slow loving thrusts. He pulls you to him, kissing you passionately and enjoying the intimate moment while reaching down to thumb your clit. You gasp into the kiss, brows furrowing at the double stimulation. “Don’t s-stop!” You beg, messily kissing him letting out shakey breaths. Suguru playfully smiles while nodding, “i won’t baby, promise…”

He adjusts the two of you, laying you down and lifting your legs to your chest before pushing back into you. He groans, and grabs your jaw. “Open.” You do as you’re told and feel suguru spit into your mouth, picking up his pace after watching you swallow it without instruction. “Good—fuckin—girl.” He emphasized with every thrust, nearly hypnotized by how pretty you look.

You tighten around him when he leans down to suck on your harden nipple, bucking your hips to meet him halfway. You’re being fucked dumb, eyes rolling whenever he fucks you full, feeling yourself getting closer to the edge with every drag of his cock. Your voice pitches, “Gon-na cum!”

Suguru wraps his hand around your throat, “yeah? Not even asking? What a brat.” He scoffs. You try and speak, wanting to beg and be his good girl but you can’t. You can feel it building, unable to have any control. His eyes darken, “really? Still not gonna ask?” And you start crying. Your brain is fried, the need to please losing to your own selfish desire to cum.

“S-sor-ry!” You yelp as it snaps. you cum hard, your eyes squeezed tight as your back arches up and your whole body tightening. You're shaking, throwing your arms over your eyes as you curl into yourself as intense wave after wave courses through you. With ringing ears, you don’t know when you finally regain senses but the first thing you feel is Suguru's rough hands caressing your cheek.

Suguru has pulled out of you, “holy shit, looked so hot babe.” You laugh at the surprised look on his face. You look down and notice the wet spot on his seat and try to sit up, embarrassed. “Woah, take a second to breathe, mama.” He jokes while pushing you back down.

“Guru, I’m sorry. Ill clean—“ he cuts you off with an annoyed groan, playfully smacking your pussy making you gasp. “You should only apologize because I didn't get it on camera.” You look up at him and smirk, “you didn’t cum yet, think you can make me do it again?”

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru who does make you cream on his cock again but this time on video. The same video that, with your permission of course, he shows to his teammate satoru with an open invitation to join in on that nights after party

Hockeyplayer!bf! Suguru is just the best<3333

A/n: it’s finally done🙏 i have finals coming up so idk when imma write again💔

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imagination-mess · 3 months

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Hockey Player! Izuku Midoriya

Hockey Player Au / College Au

This was inspired by this post.

Word Count: 500+

He is known to be a sweetheart, but he is a completely different person on the ice field. He can be quite aggressive, often seen to be matching the energy of the other team’s player.

He has a specific face that is filled with determination.

He is aware that there are several videos of him gnashing his teeth at players making the rounds in the media.

Once you guys have been dating for a while, there isn’t any sort of shyness between the two of you. The two of you get comfortable with each other.

He lets you take any clothes from his closet because he genuinely likes to see you in them, specifically his baggy hoodies and jackets.

He also adores seeing you wear his old jersey that you ‘borrow’ from his closet.

His clothes will eventually come back to his closet and be washed for him to use.

He is very affectionate with you, but he will follow and respect your preferences.

If you don’t mind, make a public display of affection (PDA) and give him the green light. It’s over for you. He will be all over you. He will have a hand somewhere on your body as time goes by.

He is also a massive hugger. He may come from behind and hug you while pressing kisses on your cheeks. He will ask beforehand if that's alright, of course.

He will press kisses all over your face whenever he can.

Everyone will know that you are dating one of the stars of the hockey team, either through his social media or in person. The teammates tell him he is as bad as Kirishima with PDA.

“At first, it was cute. Now it’s starting to be annoying."

He doesn’t care if he is a small or big spoon when it comes to cuddling. He just wants to cuddle. But he will put his head on your lap purposefully to get head scratches and pats.

If you don’t know how to ice skate, he will be more than willing to teach you when there isn’t anyone around in the ice rink, if you are interested.

He would be so patient with you and teach you how to move your feet. He will secretly lead you away from the safety of the wall. Traitor

If you do know how to ice skate, the two of you would have dates randomly at the public ice rink and the private one at school. He will make it work; trust him.

If there is a small gathering with limited seating, he will encourage you to sit on his lap. If you are hesitating, he will straight up tell you he can take it.

If you are still uncomfortable, he will give up his seat for you.

If you allowed him, Izuku would crash at your dorm or apartment for a power nap before going to classes if your place is closer to the building that he needs to go to.

Izuku leaves clothes behind in case he stays over or in emergencies.

Please be prepared for receiving gifts out of nowhere with no connection to the occasion.

Please kiss his scars; he is self-conscious about them.

He will love you unconditionally.

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bunnyteetharry · 8 months

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Smart Girl

summary: harry comes and helps you during exam week at college with a happy twist

warnings: none?

pairing: fwb to lovers! + hockey player!arry (college based)

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“No”

“I didn’t even say anything yet”

“Harry….”

The person who you were trying to avoid this whole week was leaning against your dorm room door frame with a huge smirk across his face

and his pretty dimples out in the open

You groaned and rolled your eyes “I already know what you want, and it’s not gonna be with me tonight. Go find some other girl to fuck, i on the other hand am busy”. He hummed crossing his arms giving you that oh so deceiving look with his eyes. “Busy with what exactly” you opened your door more widely to point across the room to your bed that is littered with text books and flash cards, highlights scattered on the floor from you stress throwing and your trash can filled to the brim with paper balls.

“I can help” he smiled widely “And what’s your idea of helping? Sitting there and looking pretty?” His eyebrow rose “You think I’m pretty?” his smirk was bigger than ever “Are you gonna help or not because I have a big exam this week and I’m not gonna let anything distract me from it, especially you” his smirk faded into a more serious expression and walked into your room, setting his bag on the floor and flopping onto your bed, patting the spot next to him “Well, aren’t you going to study” rolling your eyes you shut the door behind you

this was going to be an eventful night

As surprising as it seems, Harry was actually the most helpful, didn’t even crack a sex joke in the past hour, which would immediately earn him a gold star in your book. “Another correct! see, you’re going to ace this” you gripped your hair roughly “But what if I don’t, what if all of this becomes pointless by the end of the day, what if I choke and waste time, and what if-“ the feeling of soft lips hits your quickly, with Harry’s hand wrapped around your neck “Stop over thinking this….you’re gonna do great, you’re my smart girl” his voice was soft, Harry’s voice has different levels, in the matter of different situations yet he always was like this with you, never lying to get this end of the bargain, always bringing you snacks after the end of your classes to make sure your well nourished, filling up your water bottle up even when it’s halfway.

You didn’t understand what was going on between the two of you, neither did he. But ever since 5 months ago, he’s been following you around like a puppy dog at you beck and call, being named the campus play boy he’s quite the opposite once you get to know him

Smart girl. That’s what he’s been calling you since your first met in English class, at first you though he was just another jock who needed help with his work and you’d be paid off to get it done for him but once you were assigned as partners for a project, you met another side of him not many get to see, not even his hockey team mates.

You slowly started hooking up 3 months in, what became weird was the looks you’ve been getting

why would anyone like him be with someone like you, with the pressure of not being good enough and exam week beating your ass, you couldn’t face him anymore

“Why have you been dodging me like the plague” you lips parted them quickly shut, not willing to give him a full answer “I can’t Harry” you sighed not even daring to meet his eyes. His hands went up to your face, moving it to where you can face him “Talk to me” those eyes….always getting you every time.

“I don’t know how to live up to your level, you’re so close to going pro, you were raised up in the suburbs, never having to worry about the things where I’m-“ his thumb crossed over your lips “You’re perfect, that’s what you are. You’re enough, doesn’t matter what people say, you’re it for me. Once you’re my girl officially, you won’t have to worry about a thing, I’ll take care of you.” He brought you in closer, nudging your noses together “Harry” he hummed “What my love, hmm?” you peppered kisses softly all over his cheeks “Is this your way of telling me you like me?” He laughed lowly “Was bringing you snacks after class, checking up on you when you’re having a bad day, bringing you coffee every morning and dodging every girl on this campus to rush over here to fuck you not enough to tell you that I’m obsessed with you?” you shrugged and joke “Mm I don’t know, you probably say that to all your other hook ups” he hummed and nodded

“I haven’t been with anyone else but you since the day we met” you smiled looking down and messed with your cuticles “Not me, Me and Niall…damn does that guy know how to-ow!” Harry pinched you “That’s not funny” you smiled laughing almost out of breathe “Mm it was pretty funny, especially seeing you already planning in your head on how to murder Niall”

He kissed you deeply with a strong grip on your waist and neck “Mine, My smart girl” he grumbled between kisses, you giggled brushing his cheek with the pad of your thumb softly “M’yours Harry”

“Good, now that that’s settled let’s go get something to eat” he smacked your ass as you both got off the bed “I need to eat before I fuck you” you scoffed and laughed “And you just decided that on your own just now” you picked up your bag, putting it over your shoulder “Mhm” he grabbed his keys and motioned you out the door.

a/n: got a little sloppy towards the end cause I was running out of ideas but overall I’m happy with the outcome! hope you enjoyed as well <33

#harry styles x reader #harry styles #harrys house #harry styles fanfiction #fwb!harry #hockey player au #hshq #harry styles imagine #harry styles blurb

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 2 years

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I’m gonna hop onto the hockey player AU for just like. Half a second. MDNI

Pro-player Bakugou hates away games. They’re exhausting, they test his patience, he hates packing, but most of all he hates leaving you behind. He hates not being able to look into the stands after a goal and see your pretty face cheering him on.

He knows you feel bad about not going, but he also gets that you have your own job and responsibilities (even though he’s told you numerous times he’d take care of you if you quit).

But it doesn’t make those god-awful early mornings where he has to leave you-and your warm bed- for a cold rink in a strange city, any easier.

He’s quick to turn off his alarm before it can fully wake you, cursing silently as the red numbers on his clock glare back at him.

2:15am.

It should just say ‘too fucking early’ he thinks, running a hand over his face in an attempt to wave away and extra sleep. You stir beside him in the dark, sighing softly as you shift and he can’t help the small smile that creeps up on him.

You’re cradling your pillow between your head and your arms, the soft material bunched up beneath your face, and your brows are drawn low like you’re thinking incredibly hard about something. His gaze travels further down, over the bare expanse of your back, the comforter just barely covering your legs and bottom.

You didn’t often sleep nude, usually only after a couple rounds of making love when you were too tired to get up and get dressed, but he wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

He reached out, ghosting his fingertips over your spine as your face relaxed and you let out a dreamy sigh at the feeling. He leaned over, mentally scolding himself for letting you distract him from getting ready for the airport, even as he pressed his lips against your shoulder.

You shifted slightly, but made no move to get up or wake, prompting him to move further with his mouth, following the curve of your shoulder to your neck, pausing to press a kiss behind your ear before he was fully leaning over you.

He pressed what was supposed to be one last fleeting kiss to the back of your neck when you sighed again, only this time a little higher pitched, your mouth parting slightly at the feeling.

He gave an experimental kiss a bit lower, earning him the same reaction and grinned, rolling over so that he carefully caged you in, hands planted on your hips as he held his weight off your legs, knees pressed into the mattress.

He continued to press soft open mouthed kisses down your bare spine, relishing in the goosebumps and quiet whines you let out in your sleep as he moved lower, taking his time to breathe you in, to really feel you under him.

His hands are warm where they grip your hips, thumbs smoothing over the skin there in lazy circles. He leans over you once more, stretching to trace over the patterns your freckles and moles make with his mouth, and your eyes finally begin to flutter open, eyes sliding sleepily in his direction.

He smiles, hunching over your soft form to press just one open mouthed kiss against your throat and lets out a quiet groan when you arch against him, hips rising in his grip to press your ass firmly against the bulge that’s been steadily growing in his sweats.

“Kats,” you whine quietly, instinctively arching your spine just the way he likes it, your breasts pressed up against the mattress beneath you, and he takes a moment to just look at you, caged between his thighs, thick from years of skating, and your perfect ass pressed right up against his weeping cock.

He can be a little late to the airport, he decides.

#hockey player au #hockey player!bakugou #Bakugou smut #mha #t writes #cowboy anon writes #thecowboyanon writes #bakugou #Bakugou x reader #Bakugou x you #hockey au

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crxmxnzl-c0rpzes · 17 days

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WAITTTTT IMAGINEEEEEE okay, so you and your friends are waiting for a hockey game to start and you decide that you wanted to go get nachos for everyone. So, you go and head to the concession stands but as you are walking someone bumps into you (or you bump into them). You immediately apologize and this person scoffs. You look up and recognize them. Their a hockey player from the opposite team but she’s in crutches. Ohhh, it’s that Williams player, you remember now. “The Wolves?” she questions you as she eyes your Wolves t-shirt. “What’s so good about them?” she looks out towards the rink and back towards you, “the only thing their good at is helping other teams win” she continues smirking. You roll your eyes at her comment, “the only thing you Broncs are good at is being too cocky… and look where that got you” you eye the brace on her right foot. She chuckles as she looks down, “Yeah, you’re right but even if I wasn’t cocky I’d still think about how I’ll change that wolf jersey shirt to my jersey but you know…” She pauses and her smirk expands, “I’m too cocky” and then walks away.

UGHHHHH i feel like this is cringe like I thought of something better but I can’t form words 🫤. If this does good I’ll post a better one 🤷‍♀️.

Also I private a lot stories of mine bc I didn’t like them.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #lesbian #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x y/n #the last of us #hockey player x reader #hockey player au #hockey player ellie williams #enemies to lovers???

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astyrial · 6 months

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sparks between you suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you’re practicing with a hockey player for an event word count: 1.1k warnings: mentions of skating blades masterlist | requests are open part 1 / part 3

"all you have to do is toss me a little, not throw, mr. reckless," you skate up to suna, your hands reaching for his, "and you have to position your hands here on my hips."

your fingers interlace with his, hands guiding his until they're up against your hips. his fingertips glide across your bodysuit, the feeling carries through to your skin, sending goosebumps along your torso. you look back at him and give him a short smile, "we'll start with you slightly lifting me off the ground and dropping me on the ice."

it took a couple of practices for the two of you to get where you are. the first one filled with you criticizing his hockey skates, stating that 'they aren't built for this', and him commenting that it won't matter since it's just for a day. he would turn away from you a lot, rolling his eyes at your instructions. you end up sending kiyoko a look similar to daggers since you're stuck with the most stubborn person alive (besides yourself).

you nearly strangled him by the end of the practice and told kiyoko such. through a long phone call, you shared all of your grievances with the hockey player. she ensured you that all will be alright if you just give him a viable chance. due to her reason and influence, you promised yourself you would be better for the next practice.

the second practice started with a short truce that suna actually ended up initiated...

"i'm sorry... for my attitude the other day. i get that this is your thing and you understand better than i do. let's get this done and then we can part ways forever," suna holds out his hand, a pair of cloth gloves covering his probably freezing fingers.

you bite your lip, looking between his eyes and his hand. without thinking much of it, you hold out your hand and give his a short shake. his hand is rather cold against your own glove. when you look up at his eyes, you can see the heat from his mouth forming a small cloud of fog. suna gives you a short smile and pulls his hand away, "we should get started then..."

"right, how about we work on spinning? not your forte, i know, but we wanna win," you begin ruffling through a large duffel bag that you had brought, causing suna to look around you in an attempt to get a peek, "but that means you need a blade with a toe pick."

you pull out an old pair of your uncle's figure skates (the main reason you ever got into skating). it's battered, definitely having seen better days, but it works for what you're trying to accomplish (especially because it miraculously fit). suna stands there for a moment, his mouth open a little.

"trying to compete with hockey skates are dangerous due to the make of them, so, wouldn't want mr. reckless to get hurt in the middle of a season."

something about the two of you changed, the way you interacted was no longer tense. he'd finally face you while rolling his eyes at your instructions. he finally gives you a small smile when you say something funny. suna's hands even grip you a little better and you can practically feel him lighten a little.

he brings you up, using his upper body strength to toss you a little. with what little space you have, you accomplish a half spin, landing with one leg out. you let out a small sigh as you turn around to look at him, your eyebrows raised.

"well suna, it seems we have something that we can work with," you rest your hands on your hips, skating back towards him.

suna shrugs his shoulders, crossing his arms across his chest, biting back a smile, "seems we do, i guess we have you to thank for that. because i really have no idea what i'm doing."

you shake your head, skating around him on the somewhat jagged ice. the two of you began your practice after kiyoko and tanaka's and the zamboni hadn't had a chance to smooth it out. you bring yourself to a stop and hold out your hand, your fingers wiggling while you wait for suna to grab it.

he raises an eyebrow, nervously putting out his hand to grab yours. "what are we doing now?" suna runs his thumb against the back of your hand, a chill following quickly behind.

"we're going to skate side by side, i mean, you can't just be throwing me around to get points," you pull him towards you, gliding your skate against the ice, letting his skates follow suit, "we have to find a rhythm, work together, just for another week..."

"yes, another week," suna looks away for a moment before he begins to copy your footwork, his skates moving harmoniously with yours.

the two of you start around the rink, his free hand moving until it latches onto your waist, keeping him with you. he moves ahead of you, skating backward, his fingers still resting firmly against your hip. you bring your free hand up to his shoulder and replicate that of the waltz. as you look into his eyes, it feels as though the two of you have been skating together forever.

he goes to turn around, continue behind you, but something catches on his skates. suna falls onto his back; his hand that's latched onto you, brings you down with him. he slides against the cold ice, his eyes closed in anguish. suna's arm is still around your waist as he instinctively protected you from the fall.

you let out a soft sigh, breathing heavily, "um- you okay?"

"okay? i mean, i did just slip on some ice and completely ate it-" he begins to complain about what happened, but he quickly stops as soon as he opens his eyes.

the first thing that he sees is you staring back at him, eyebrows furrowed. your eyes search his golden-hazel eyes, your noses nearly touching. he doesn't know what to do besides give you a small smile and shrug, "i'll be okay, though. trust me, hockey is a contact sport."

his reassurance sends a smile to your face and he looks away from you. you finally realize just how awkward of a situation the two of you are. "uh, thanks for the save suna, appreciate it," you bring your leg over him and rest your knee on the ice.

suna lets go of your waist, his fingers sliding off of your torso like he didn't quite want to let go yet. you watch as he brings himself to his feet, holding out his hand for you to grab. when your hand takes his for another time, it becomes clear to you that initially misjudged the hockey player.

#suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #suna rintaro x reader #suna x reader #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #figure skating au #hockey player au #haikyuu au

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luxesiren · 9 months

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hockey player armin and ice skater gf 😻

cw :: modern!au, hockey player!armin, ice/figure skater!reader, fluff, and kissing.

a/n :: hi!! thank you for sending this in, i really love this concept and i’m happy you liked the hockey player!armin headcanons!! anyways, i hope you enjoy this and it’s what you expected!

you've been dating armin for months, deeply infatuated with him since your friends dragged you to that first hockey game and you saw just how attractive he was and how he moved across the ice with such speed and certainty, he knew he would make that shot.

it was something about that he was a hockey player and you just loved everything about it and maybe it was because you shared the same passion about the ice as him but with figure skating.

armin loved watching you skate, he loved it as much as he loved being on the ice. you were so graceful with every spin and trick you did and he was mesmerized by your skill and talent - he just loved watching how you lose yourself in the music and skate not worried about who was watching.

everyone knew about you and armin, the infamous hockey player and the closed-off figure skater. no one understood how he bagged you by it wasn't for them to understand, it was only for you two.

they never saw you without armin, most people had never even seen you smile but when armin was around, it was almost instantaneous. your smile bright and directed toward him.

you always went to armin's games and never missed one. you would be in the stands cheering him on and wearing his jersey making sure he won the game and made every shot that he intended to make.

after every game was over you would always wait for him by the locker rooms waiting for him to come out. once he came out, you were swept off your feet and in his arms making you giggle, "min! put me down, baby."

"but you look so cute and i missed you." he said, placing you down and placing a small kiss on your cheek.

armin did the same for you, he went to every competition you had. watching you in the stands almost being brought to tears from how you so easily glide across the ice.

he watches with rapt attention how you call everyone's eyes toward you with every spin, how everyone can feel your emotions through your set, and how you almost bring everyone to tears once you finish.

armin always whistles when you finish, clapping louder than everyone else which makes you smile and your heart beat faster.

after every competition armin is always waiting for you with a big bouquet of flowers as congrats.

"you did amazing, baby!" he said, handing you the flowers and pulling you closer to him.

"thank you, min." you would respond, taking the flowers from him and kissing his lips. his hands wrapped tightly around you, his lips pressed against yours and his mind in a state of bliss. you both pull away, "i love you."

armin always blushes when you tell him you love him. he'll never get over hearing it, "i love you too, pretty."

#𝙇𝙐𝙓𝙐𝙍𝙔 𝙋𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙎…#𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜…#♡ — my ocean boy #armin x black reader #armin aot #armin headcanons #armin arlert x reader #armin x y/n #armin fluff #armin arlert #armin x reader #hockey player au #hockey player!armin #ice skating au #armin attack on titan

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sideline (three) | t.h

summary -> tom holland: the name thats always floating around campus, and for good reason. he’s the captain of the hockey team, he’s good looking, and he’s always caught up in an off and on again relationship with the president of the sorority. that’s where you come in. you two had made a deal to make your exes jealous, but we all know how fake relationships end.

wc -> a rule breaking 2.5k

warnings -> fluff, jealous exes, and fluff.

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it was finally friday, the night of the first home hockey game. you were in the bathroom, trying desperately to curl the back of your head, but no luck.

you huffed, “mia! can you come here real quick?!”

your voice echoed, her footsteps being your sign that she heard you. she opened the door to your bedroom, walking into the small half bathroom.

“what’s up?” she met your eyes in the mirror, cracking a smile at how distressed you look.

“can you curl the back of my hair, please?”

she smiled, holding her hand out for the curling wand. she sectioned your hair, grabbing a reasonably sized chunk before wrapping it around the barrel.

“so,” she dragged the ‘o’, “you excited for tonight?”

you shrugged, “i suppose. would be nice to actually see tom play.”

“oh, i meant to ask,” she said, “but how did you two even start dating? was it the night of the party?”

you bit down on your bottom lip, “yeah, yeah. i guess we sorta kinda just clicked? i don’t really know how to explain it.”

she smiled, “i was just making sure this is something you really wanted. i mean, i know i’m one to talk, but with everything that happened with jack, i just want to make sure you’re okay.”

you smiled softly at her in the mirror, “i’m okay, i just want to move on and be happy again.”

“understandable,” she said, “what he did was so fucked up. he’s lucky i haven’t seen him yet because i will quite literally give him an ass whooping.”

you laughed, “i love you.”

she smiled back at you, “i love you, too,” she turned the curling wand off, placing it down on the sink before admiring her work, “and you’re all set, hot stuff.”

you smiled, “thanks.”

“i’m gonna go make sure sarah isn’t trying to leave the house with sweatpants on.” she said and you laughed as she made her way back down the steps.

your phone buzzed on the counter, a message popping up on your screen. you grabbed the phone, plopping down on your stomach onto the mattress.

tom dropped something off for you at your door see you soon :)

you locked your phone before running down the steps, laughing as you heard sarah’s complaining about the outfit mia suggested she wore tonight. you opened the front door, a bag sitting on the carpet in the hallway.

you grabbed it and shut the door, reading the sticky note that was plopped on top of whatever was inside the bag.

fake girlfriend or not, there’s no one else i’d want wearing my last name tonight.

the tickets are at the bottom, see you tonight :) - tom

you pulled out the black jersey, the stitching on the back reading tom’s last name and his number. you smiled, grabbing your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans.

y/n thank you! i love it

you slipped your phone back into your pocket, jogging up the stairs. you entered sarah’s room where mia was laying on the bed, smiling contently with her efforts on getting mia to dress up a little bit. you entered the room, your eyes immediately going wide at sarah’s outfit.

“you look hot!”

“see, told you,” mia said, throwing her hands up in the air, “wear the outfit!”

she was in a black turtleneck sweater tucked into the front of her light wash jeans that quite literally fit her like a glove. she wore a pair of black booties with them, with some light makeup on (courtesy of mia).

sarah hardly ever got dressed up like this anymore, which she never really had to. she looked gorgeous either way. but ever since her and her ex boyfriend broke up, she’d lost the motivation to throw on cute outfits, just opting in on staying in sweats or pajamas all day. if there was a party, it was leggings, one of her comfort hoodies, and her beat up pair of converse that were now considered her ‘frat shoes’.

you and mia both tried to get her back to being her confident, carefree self. but, it was hard. hard for all of you, especially sarah. at the end of the day, you both just wanted her happy again.

“mia, this bra is suffocating my tits,” she said, tugging at the cups, “how the fuck do you wear this everyday?”

you both laughed, “you’ll get used to it.”

“what’s that, y/n?” mia asked, nodding towards the bag in your hand. you smiled, grabbing the material from the bag and holding it up for both the girls to see.

“no way!”

“shut the fuck up!!”

you laughed, smiling, “i know, i know.”

“that’s so cute,” mia said, sticking her bottom lip out. sarah agreed, nodding her head as she put a hand over her heart.

“finally, y/n finding someone who treats her right.”

you chuckled, fishing the tickets out of the bottom of the bag, “here’s our tickets. we should probably leave soon.”

“yes ma’am,” mia said, fakely saluting you.

sarah and you laughed, each of you departing to your own rooms to finish up getting ready and to grab your things.

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the arena was packed for the first home game filled with a bunch of parents and college kids hoping for their team to win. tom was nice enough to get you, mia and sarah seats right near the ice.

“okay, can i just say, i love tom. i mean, look at these seats.”

you smiled over at sarah, “yeah, it was really nice of him.”

mia was looking around at the people near you, seeing if anyone else you guys knew showed up for the game. she immediately whipped her head back around to you, slapping your arm to get your attention.

“jack’s here.”

there’s that nervous pit again.

“wait, where?” sarah asked, moving to turn around in her seat. mia reached over you and grabbed her arm to stop.

“don’t look at him! he’s a couple rows up.”

great.

your phone buzzed in your pocket, you fished it out and tapped on the message notification.

tom hey, how're your seats?

y/n they’re great! other than the fact that jack is a couple rows behind me but otherwise they’re great :)

tom oh shit, i’m sorry i can have someone come get you and move you guys if you want

y/n no, no it’s okay

you bit down on your bottom lip, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

let’s just make him jealous, like we said we would

tom with pleasure. see you after the game

y/n good luck :)

you locked your phone, mia turning to look at you, “you okay?”

you nodded, tucking a piece of hair away from your face, “yeah, actually. i am.”

it wasn’t a complete lie. sure, seeing jack was like a sucker punch to the gut, but you decided to not let it overpower you tonight. you were here with your best friends, supporting one of the nicest, funniest, caring guys you’ve ever met.

as the night went on, you and your friends cheered on tom’s team. he scored the winning goal and the arena erupted with cheers and applause. you, mia and sarah immediately jumped out of your seats, screaming and cheering as tom shrugged off his helmet and was hugged by his team. once everyone had calmed down, he skated over to your section, holding up a heart made out of his hands. you smiled, holding up one back.

his subtle jab of rubbing it into jack’s face. smooth.

once the arena cleared out, you let mia and sarah head back in mia’s car as you waited for tom. you were waiting in the lobby, scrolling on your phone trying to pass time.

“hey,” you heard a voice and looked up to see jack, “didn’t know you liked our hockey team.”

you slipped your phone into your pocket, clearing your throat, “uh, yeah. kinda getting back into liking hockey.”

he nodded, “yeah. i mean, sleeping with the captain of the team kinda helps, doesn’t it?”

you opened your mouth to speak, but felt a hand wrap around your waist. you were immediately enveloped in the scent of tom’s cologne.

“hey, baby,” he said, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek. you masked the surprise that ran through your body, smiling over at him as he looked over at jack, “sorry, didn’t catch your name, mate. you are?”

jack’s eyes narrowed on tom’s figure, “jack.”

“jack, i’m tom, nice to meet you.” he said, holding out his hand for him to shake. jack didn’t accept the handshake, but just shifted his gaze to you.

“didn’t you say jocks aren’t your type?” he asked, and eyebrow raised at you.

“funny how we both said things we didn’t mean.” you spit back. he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted by his friends calling his name behind him. he rolled his eyes, turning around and walking towards his group.

“pleasure was all mine, mate! see you later!” tom called back after him. you let a chuckle escape your mouth as he unwrapped his arm from around you, turning to face you, “you okay?”

you nodded, “yeah. thank you.”

“that’s what i’m here for,” he smiled, “hungry? we can get something to eat before i drop you off at home?”

you nodded, “sounds good.”

he nodded towards the door, the two of you walking out towards the parking lot. he opened the passenger side door for you. you thanked him before he jogged around to his side, buckling in and starting the car before passing you his phone.

“put on whatever you want.”

you scrolled through his spotify, finding a couple songs you knew and put them on through the car speakers. he pulled into the parking lot to one of the diners in town. the two of you made your way inside before sitting in a booth across from one another.

you scanned over the menu, “what’re you going to get?”

he hummed, “don’t know. kinda going back and forth between the club and the chicken parm. what about you?”

you hummed, twisting your lips in thought, “the grilled cheese and tomato soup sounds good.”

he smiled, “does sound good.”

once the two of you ordered and got your food, you made small talk about the game.

“i don’t think jack likes me much.” tom chuckled, taking a sip of his drink.

“no, really?” you smiled, voice laced with sarcasm, “what gave it away? was it the blatant ignoring or was it something else i didn’t pick up on?”

he smiled, “not that i care about his opinion of me, but he could’ve at least shook my hand.”

you nodded in agreement, “yeah, no, he didn’t have to be such a dick about it.”

the bill came and after trying to grab it from him for about five minutes, you finally let him pay. you walked out, letting him open the car door for you, as he always does. you two were on the way back to your house, laughing and enjoying comfortable conversation.

“so, tell me,” he said, “are you really not into the jock type?”

you nodded, “yeah, i mean, guys who i’ve met who were athletes were like the stereotypical jock type. the huge ego, kinda kept their girlfriend by their side as arm candy, never really cared about the woman they were with, you know?”

he nodded, “yeah, i don’t really get how guys can do that. any guy who doesn’t worship their girl is a dick, in my opinion.”

you smiled, “are you the type of guy to worship your girl?”

“oh, yeah,” he said, “i mean, if you don’t then what’s the point, y’know?”

“i get you,” you said, “in my opinion, taylor didn’t deserve you.”

he smiled over at you, “a lot of other people would agree with you.”

who would willingly break tom’s heart? i mean, c’mon, he’s the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

no, stop thinking like that.

he pulled up in front of the house. you looked over at him, his brown eyes meeting yours.

“do you want to come inside?” you didn’t even notice the words were falling from your lips until you heard your own voice.

“sure.” he smiled, turning the car off. he followed you inside, mia and sarah sitting on the couch.

“hey,” you said, shutting the door and locking it, your eyes falling onto the tv, “what’re you guys watching?”

“the new episode of love island,” mia said, “shh.”

you looked at tom who was smiling at you. you rolled your eyes playfully, “okay, you guys have fun. we’re going upstairs.”

sarah gave you a thumbs up as the two of you climbed the stairs. you made your way to your room and shut the door. tom took a seat onto your bed, watching as you walked over to the dresser.

“i might have a pair of sweats you can change into,” you said, digging through one of the drawers, “if you want to stay.”

he smiled, “i’d love to stay.”

you smiled back at him before handing him the sweatpants, “i can uhm, find a t-shirt or something if you don’t want to sleep in your sweatshirt.”

“i’m good for now,” he smiled, taking the sweatpants into his hands, “thank you.”

you nodded, “the bathroom is over there.”

he nodded, walking into the bathroom. you quickly changed into a pair of leggings and a tanktop, sitting on the bed as he came out of the bathroom. he joined you on the bed, putting his phone on the nightstand.

“wanna watch a movie or something?”

he nodded, “yeah, anything in mind?”

you hummed as you clicked onto netflix, “i heard the new movie on netflix is good. something about a girl who’s in fake relationship or something.”

he let out a chuckle as you smiled over at him, “how fitting. maybe we could learn a thing or two.”

you clicked on the movie, the both of you getting situated on the bed. you two were mainly talking rather than paying attention. he was propped up on his elbow, facing you as you laid down on your side.

his eyes scanned your face, “oh, you have an eyelash.”

you reached up under the eye he pointed to, attempting to wipe it away.

“did i get it?”

he smiled softly, “no, here,”

he reached up gently and pinched the eyelash between his fingers. you smiled as he scanned your face again. you did the same, his face softly illuminated from the light from the tv. he looked like a dream, his curls flopped over his forehead. you didn’t realize how close the two of you had gotten until you could feel his warm breath fan your face. he reached over and moved a piece of hair from your face.

“what’re you thinking about?” you asked softly.

“how i broke one of the rules.”

you raised an eyebrow, “which one?”

“the first one,” he said, “‘no strings attached’. i can’t help it. you’re all that’s been on my mind ever since i met you.”

you let out a shaky breath at how close he was, “i may have broken that one, too.”

he smiled, “let’s scrap the rules. i want to explore this, whatever kind of feelings we may or may not have… if that’s what you want.”

“yeah,” you said, “fuck the rules.”

he smiled wider, “is it alright if i kiss you right now?”

“please.”

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didilovesdick · 13 hours

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Lucky charms and locker rooms 💓

#jaydick #myart:)✨#hockey player au #figure skating au #Bruce as the fucking coach #secret relationship

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steddilly · 1 year

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Famous rockstar Eddie Munson and his professional hockey player husband Steve Munson AU

Eddie goes to as many of Steve’s games as he can get to wearing a jersey with ‘MUNSON 86’ on the back and the only time Steve isn’t backstage at a Corroded Coffin concert is when there’s also a game that night. They have a wild collection of fans between them that sometimes overlap.

Wayne is so proud of both his boys and always supports them, he takes every opportunity to talk about his famous son and son-in-law.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #rockstar eddie munson #hockey player steve harrington #hockey player steve munson #rockstar au #hockey player au #married steddie #wayne munson #he’s so proud of his boys

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months

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The One to Sacrifice, Part 2

Summary: Johnny just had to be in your safe space.

Pairings: Johnny Storm X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (past), mentions of cheating, mentions of loss of virginity, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.1K

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“Hey, Ma,” Frank prances into his family home, followed by Raleigh, and his mother awkwardly gives them both a hug. Frank smiles up at his mom, while Raleigh looks towards the stairs, “So, I’ve been told I have a sister and niece that are back home.”

“Oh,” Debbie answers softly. She hoped to have seen her son under different circumstances. Not to mention, have her family for dinner. Just her family. “Yes, well, thanks to Mr. Beckett, he made sure that they mostly made it all the way home.”

“I did offer to bring them all the way here, Mrs. Weiss. Is she…are they here?” He is too curious about seeing her again. Hopefully talking a bit more one on one. Letting her see that whatever happened, he had forgiven her, and still wanted to be in her life.

“Yes, well, I think being back here is overwhelming for both of them. Especially given…well, Johnny…I’m going to go get her. Dinner is almost ready, and…Frank?” Her youngest son starts to push past his mom, already walking towards the stairs. “Son?”

“I haven’t got to see her or Tanzy. Let me go get them,” Debbie didn’t want to be left alone with Raleigh. She could only hope that he wouldn’t bring up awkward questions of her daughter’s quick departure. Some things just weren’t meant for her to talk about. Because she wasn’t even supposed to know about it.

Frank gives a soft knock on your door, before pushing the almost closed door open. You are gently fixing Tanzy’s hair, and look up at him with a smile. “Hey, Tanz,” he starts choking up. He wasn’t prepared for the emotions to flood in him as his niece looks at him. Eyes as bright blue as her fathers. “Goah, you’ve gotten bigger.”

“It’s been two years since you saw me, Frankie,” Frank walks over to your bed, sitting down beside the two of you. His thumb traces over her features softly, and you lay a hand on his thigh. You could feel his skin buzzing. “I get to sleep in daddy’s room though. There’s still some comics up in the reading attic. Dad was such a geek. But hey, Pix says that I could try out for hockey. Did you know that Johnny Storm knows me?”

“Really?” Frank looks up at you, and you smack at his arm, “Pix?”

“Tanzy, go downstairs, and help Gimma with setting the table,” Tanzy shakes her head no, really wanting to hear more about Johnny, “Tanzy, go. This isn’t a discussion.”

“Fine,” she rolls her eyes, jumping off your bed. She decides to make it her goal to understand more about Johnny. That was her dad’s best friend, and you and he had kept that from her.

You wait until her footsteps start to fade in the distance before you hit Frank on the shoulder, “Why is everyone so concerned with bringing up Johnny?”

“Because he was the reason you fled to Minnesota.”

“No, I went to train for the Olympics,” when Frank starts shaking his head, it just angers you even more, “Yes, I did! I didn’t leave because Johnny…no. I didn’t…you don’t even know. You…you were messed up. You have no idea what you’re even talking about.”

“I know that something happened. I know that Mike followed you with Tanzy. I know that you had to halt training for a couple of weeks for a reason that neither you or Mike want to talk about. I know that you were always closer to Mike than to me. But I also know that you left things with Raleigh so bad,” you roll your eyes, and fall back on the bed. You’d prefer to talk about Raleigh over Johnny, but he wasn’t much better. You were the one that screwed up in the relationship.

“You changed your number, and didn’t even give it to me. So why don’t you tell me what happened between you and Johnny. Or you and Raleigh. I mean you were kinda screwing around with my best friend.”

“Why do you care? You were off doing your own thing. Left Raleigh behind while you were, well, you know what you were doing. How many days have you been sober?” A great way to distract him from this line of conversation. Whatever it took, you would do it.

“One hundred and thirty-six days.”

“Yeah?” Sitting up, you give him the biggest hug. Everyday was a new triumph with Frank. It wasn’t easy for him. “Gosh, I’m so proud of you.”

“I’m proud of you, too. It’s not easy raising a kid alone. Especially one that isn’t yours. And you’re young. You should have been able to live your life. Stay on your path, and now you’re here in bum fuck Egypt where both mine and your brother’s best friends were in love this sweet little Pixie girl,” you give him a hit to his shoulder again. Such a cliche.

“It’s true. Men love forbidden fruit. But only Johnny was the one that was told to stay away,” you stand up, leaving him behind. You didn’t have to hear this. “By the way, Raleigh is downstairs.”

“What?” You stop, and turn around to glare at him. “Can I not have peace in my own home?”

“You left him without breaking up. There’s this weird unfinished business between the two of you,” you wouldn’t have dinner. Marching over to your closet, you dig around, until you find what you're looking for. Old gym bag. Stuffing your skates, and an outfit in there, you throw it over your shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

“To the rink.”

“What? Why?”

“Both you and Raleigh know that I don’t want to talk to him right now. I just got here, and it’s like everything is being fucking forced down my throat. Stay out of this part of my life,” opening up your window, Frank’s eyes go large. You have done this before. “Yeah, it’s easy to sneak up, and out of here. Ask Raleigh.”

You leave him to ponder the fact that Raleigh knew how to climb into your bedroom. Let him think about the fact that your bedroom was above the rarely used bathroom upstairs. No one would ever hear anyone sneaking into your room.

You tighten up your skate, and take a deep breath. Letting your eyes close before those intrusive thoughts come back into your mind. Refusing to let it get the best of you, and you step out onto the ice. Making a few rounds, and going into a zone. Trying to clear your mind of intrusive thoughts.

His hand pushes aside your leotard, ripping your tights, and those piercing blue eyes look into yours, “You sure?”

You launch yourself into the air, spinning around, and land a bit wobbly. It had been awhile since you got to be alone, and this free. Determined to get it right, you try again. Getting the landing right this time.

You cling to his shoulders as he pumps into you. His mouth right by your ear, grunting with every thrust. It is a stinging pleasure. Not at all what you had imagined. His sounds were melodic, and you could already feel a new routine being shaped in your mind with how amazing this felt. Nothing has ever felt better. Could tell a story about sex for the first time with just your skating.

You fall down onto the ice with a growl, lifting yourself up, and start spinning around quickly. And even that doesn’t clear your mind. Too many memories were held in this place.

You kiss over his sticky skin as his thrusts become harder. Heated breath blows over him as you start to lose all control, and he lifts both your legs off the floor. Pressing your back harder into the lockers, and you don’t even care about how uncomfortable it is. Nails digging into his back. Whimpering out his name.

“I know, Princess. I feel you squeezing me.”

You stop abruptly on the ice, and look all around the rink. Had it seriously been that long. A pang on your side has you refusing to believe all these pesky memories you are trying to skate out of your mind. With a huff of air, you start to skate backwards.

“Princess, my god, you’re so tight. Fuck! Is this your first time?” You hear his words, but can’t think to respond, and his cock pounds even harder into your core. Starting to bite on your neck, with a smirk.

“You feel so good. So fucking good.”

Jumping into the air, you land perfectly, and do it again. You would get rid of all it. This was supposed to be relaxing. It wasn’t supposed to be memories of losing your virginity.

He shoots his load into your core, and your eyes glaze over, pouting up at him. “I bet nobody has ever given it to you like that, huh?” Biting at your lip, you shake your head no. “Even good ole, Raleigh? You gonna tell him that I fuck his girlfriend better?”

That is the last thing you wanted, and you try to speak, “Shh, princess, this can be our little secret. He may crawl up to your bedroom window, but this locker room is ours, okay? Say it with me.”

“O-okay.”

“Good girl,” you slide to a stop on the ice, and turn to glare at Johnny who was slowly clapping his hands. “That’s my good fucking girl,” he skates out onto the ice, but you move further away from him, “Is that how you treat the best lay of your life.”

“Drop dead.”

“No. No, we’re not playing that game, Pix. You’re getting all salty, but you were the one cheating. Did Raleigh ever get to fuck you? Or was it just dry humping? Imagine my surprise when I opened the door, and that’s all you were giving him. When you gave me every part of you. I popped that cherry, didn’t I? You were so in love with Raleigh, and still willing to be my good girl.”

“I hate you,” swallowing bile, you skate away from him. “I hate you. You…you never even said goodbye to Mike.”

“Yeah, well after I got a good chewing out from him, I didn’t think he wanted me at the funeral. What exactly was he so pissed off for, Princess?” Try as you might to skate away from him, he wraps both arms around you, and squeezes. “Hey, please, I know I'm an asshole most of the time, but…what we had…”

“It was just fucking. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Just…okay. We were just fucking, and you were still telling your dear boyfriend that you were in love with him. Still wore that ugly ring every time that we fucked. But you never looked at him the way you looked at me, and that’s why you can’t look at me right now. Pix, look at me,” your eyes clench closed, and you become dead weight. You would not.

“What happened? You ran, and Mike followed, and then he called to cuss me out. Told me he never wanted to see me again. Said that Tanzy would never know who I was because I didn’t deserve to see her anymore. Raleigh, he thinks I’ve never met her. You tell him that or did Mike? I’ve got pictures holding her, Pix. We…you and I…what the fuck happened?”

“I had a boyfriend!” His arms finally drop from your body, and you back away. “We were — Johnny, Raleigh was my boyfriend, not you. And…I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t lie to him, and only Mike knew the truth, and…God, I didn’t even want to come back here. To you or him. I wanted to forget that anything had happened, and Tanzy isn’t…she not ours — mine. I gotta go.”

“What?” Johnny starts chasing after you, trying to decipher your broken words. “Pix, just talk to me.”

“No! You come here acting like that, and all I ever was to you was pussy. Fresh, tight pussy. Yes, Johnny, that first time in the locker room was my first time. That should have been for Raleigh. We should have been more careful, but just like us to be reckless. All I do is lie, so I’ll continue to do it.”

“What is going on?” He skates in front of the door, blocking you from leaving, “Can we just talk like normal people? I took your virginity. I didn’t know. But what is this other stuff you’re talking about? We weren’t careful? You were on birth control.”

“What gave you that idea?” He tries touching your arm, but you shrug him off again. “Stop touching me! You…it was just sex. Clearly, I should have realized that. You got your contract for the Bruins, and…I didn’t matter. I made my choice. And it wasn’t Raleigh, and it was a mistake. All of it was. Now move.”

Johnny slowly moves out of the way, letting you move past him, “By the way, your goddaughter wants to play hockey. I heard that you’re teaching. Do us a favor, and pay for her lessons. It’s the least you can do. You never paid for anything else. Even if it concerned you. You never paid..”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“God, just shut up! I’m not having this fucking conversation with you or anyone. It doesn’t matter anymore. Don’t try to insert yourself now. Just be there for Tanzy. It’s the least you could do. I didn’t come back here for any other reason than her. Not for you, I didn’t even know about this. And not for Raleigh, but for her.”

Johnny watches you walk down the hall. He didn’t want to chase after you. Didn’t want to object. But there was pain that was more than your brother’s death. More than leaving your dreams behind. He isn’t sure if it’s just the fact that you felt forced into raising Tanzy on your own when nobody asked you to.

And maybe that was the problem. Johnny never stepped up when he agreed to be her godfather. But Mike was pissed off when he called. Told Johnny he never wanted to see him again. And kept asking, ‘How could you do this?’

This meeting left him with more questions than answers. But you were willing to bring Tanzy to be on his team, so you would have to face him. Although talking in front of children was never going to happen. He could ease his way back into your life, just like he had done before.

For a short moment, you were his kryptonite, and he was your everything. Living your double life with your actual boyfriend, while you were also having sex with Johnny. Stirring feelings inside him that he didn’t even think existed. Using the fact that you had a boyfriend as a way to keep it as casual sex, but it wasn’t. For either of you. During that time both of you only slept with each other. He never stopped going on dates, and you had a boyfriend. One that climbed up your window, and was patient with you.

A boyfriend that thought you were a virgin when you quite literally had sex with Johnny any chance you got. You had made a sacrifice, that didn’t include him, and he isn’t even sure of what happened. Why or even how it happened. But you wanted to bring Tanzy for practice. So Johnny was going to have to be on his best behavior, because Raleigh still had feelings for you. Raleigh still wanted what you never gave to him.

“I’m fucked,” Johnny grunts, dropping down onto the ice. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to coach girls hockey. But there you were. Looking more beautiful than ever, even with your haunting sadness. A sadness that was deep inside of you and was ready to pop out at any moment.

“The universe and Mike Weiss still hates me,” sitting up, the banner of the championship team that he and Mike had been a part of mocks him. “Yeah, yeah, I know you hate me. But she and your daughter were brought back into my life for some reason. Man, I don’t know what happened, but I loved her. Our paths were going in two different ways, but…she was it. She was the one, and then she left, and I became more of an asshole.”

He gets up to his feet to stare at that stupid banner, “Say you want, Michael, but I loved your sister. She was the one that stayed with Raleigh.”

“Raleigh,” you whine, climbing back into your room. You couldn’t escape them. This town was too small, but there was no reprieve from either him nor Johnny, “What are you doing?”

“You left the light on, so I climbed up. Wasn’t that the code? You didn’t want to talk to me before, and now you can’t scream. I just want the past in the past. No hard feelings. Can we start again?”

“I cheated on you,” Raleigh gulps, looking at your bed. “There, now we can move on.”

“Who was it?”

He never looks at your face. And his jaw pulses with anger, “You know who.”

“Define cheated. I mean, we never even had sex.”

“Everything.”

“You know, you really enjoy pushing people out of your life. You really like twisting the knife. You were telling me you loved me, and that you wanted to wait, and the whole time you were fucking Johnny Storm? I fucking knew it, too. He started coming to your meets. He started watching you from the back, and never fucking sat down. I was always there in the front for my girlfriend. But you want to know the kicker was for me? He got injured, and you were watching him, so worried. I told myself then it was because he was Mike’s friend, but no, it was because you were fucking him.”

“Yep,” you let your arms slap at your thighs. There was nothing more to say. “I let him fuck me. The only man who ever has gotten to. And…I have nothing more to say. There it is. All of it. I was fucking Johnny Storm. Now we can move on,” Raleigh’s fists pump for a second before he walks over to your window.

Throwing his legs out before looking at you, “I loved you.”

“I know you did.”

“Did you ever love me?”

“It’s complicated,” with a nod of his head, Raleigh starts climbing down the trellis on the side of the house. And you rub on your stomach when you fall back on your bed. It was complicated. It was always going to be complicated. And no one would ever know just how complicated it was.

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endless-summer-soldier · 1 year

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ice ice baby - chapter four

pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader

summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

warnings: enemies to lovers trope, some alcohol use

word count: 2.9k

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The next day, Y/N fell back into her routine. After catching up on schoolwork, she found herself back at the rink, focusing on the next competition. She was interested to see how James would progress. She didn’t feel like she needed to be tough on him anymore, but she still wanted to push him to be better. Her skates were tied up and she checked the time before starting her warm up laps. He was late.

He walked into the rink a few minutes past their starting time.

“You’re laaaaate,” she called in a sing-song voice, feigning annoyance. He walked right up to the glass where she was skating. His hair was down. That was the first thing she noticed about him. He usually pulled it back. And he was wearing a sweater instead of his normal T-shirt. She realized then something was off.

“Where are your skates?” She tried to keep her demeanor calm, but inside she was panicking that he was going to give up on figure skating.

“We’re not skating tonight.”

“Oh we’re not?” He shook his head in response. “I would argue that I am skating tonight,” she said, drawing attention to her current position on the ice.

“You’re not though,” he replied. She squinted at him, trying to figure out where he was going with this. “Off the ice,” he directed, motioning for her to walk off.

“No,” she responded.

“Come on, don’t make me come out there and get you.” She turned away from him and skated away. He sighed and made his way through the opening to the ice.

“When Coach gives me shit for being on the ice in street shoes, I’m blaming you.” She came around her next turn and he intercepted her, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in towards him. They had grown very comfortable around one another after skating together the past couple weeks. But that didn’t stop Y/N from letting out a small squeal. She tried to ignore the butterflies going wild in the pit of her stomach.

“Come on now,” he said, pulling her off the rink.

“James, seriously. What are you doing?”

“I think you mean what are we doing.”

“Okay, what are we doing then?”

“We are going to the bar to celebrate our victory.” He stepped off the ice and held his hand out to help her.

She sighed and stood firm, “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because, I have to practice.”

“You can practice tomorrow. Tonight, you are going to celebrate.”

“James…”

“Give me one good reason why you can’t take one night off,” he demanded, face turning serious.

She buckled under his gaze, mind going completely blank. A moment ago she could’ve given him twenty reasons why taking a night off wasn’t a good idea. But the minute his ocean blue eyes locked onto hers, she was lost.

A small smile spread across his face, “Not a single reason, huh? Sounds like you are coming with me.”

She regained her composure and rolled her eyes, “Fiiiiine. Just one drink.”

“Famous last words,” Bucky chuckled to himself.

As it turned out, Bucky was right in that one drink is never just one drink. Once he finally pulled Y/N off the rink, he let her change and then they walked to one of the local bars. Bucky ushered her into the bar as he greeted all the bartenders. Y/N found a seat at the bar and Bucky joined her, ordering a pair of beers in the process.

“Do you know everyone here?” she commented.

“Not everyone…I don’t know that guy,” he said, pointing to a patron at the other end of the bar. She rolled her eyes as she took a sip of beer. “When was the last time you had a beer?” he asked.

She let out a sigh, "Probably at the last frat party I went to. Which was about two and a half years ago.”

“Not a big drinker?”

“My schedule doesn’t exactly permit it. I mean I’ll have a glass of wine every now and then but that’s about it.”

He eyed her as he took a long sip from his beer. He studied her and then said, “You need to have more fun.”

“Winning is fun,” she suggested.

“It’s more fun when you actually celebrate,” he countered.

“Touche,” she said, clinking her beer bottle to his. She took a long sip from the bottle and felt the alcohol immediately start to loosen her up.

“So, how did you get into hockey?” she asked.

“Wow, are you asking me a personal question? Are you actually interested in getting to know me?”

“Maybe. I am stuck with you for a few more weeks.”

“Ah so I’ve proven myself to be worthy.”

“Just answer the damn question.”

He took a deep breath, “I didn’t have a great childhood. My dad wasn’t around and my mom was always working double shifts to provide for us. I ended up running with a little bit of a rough crowd when I was younger. We would beat up kids younger than us just to prove we were tough. And then one of my middle school teachers saw something in me and held me after class one day. He knew that I was always getting into fights and he said they needed a few more players on his son’s ice hockey team. At first I wasn’t really interested, but he persisted. He paid for all my equipment, drove me to and from practice, and he helped teach me to skate. I spent more and more time with the hockey team and my teacher’s son quickly became my best friend.”

“Do you guys still keep in touch?”

He nodded, “He’s the reason I’m here. He helped me apply to colleges and everything and I couldn’t imagine doing this without him. So of course I followed him here and we’ve been roommates since we were freshmen.”

“That’s really sweet,” she smiled. “He must be a saint to put up with you for all these years.”

“Ha, he really is. You’ll meet him soon enough.”

“Oh yeah?”

“He’s a great guy. You’ll love him.”

“Please don’t tell me this is a set up.”

Bucky shrugged, “It’s only a set up if you want it to be.”

“I need another drink,” she murmured, as she finished her beer. Bucky flagged over the bartender and she ordered a vodka soda.

“So how did you get into skating?” he countered.

“I was raised in a skating family. My mom was a champion figure skater and all her brothers played hockey. So the minute I could stand they strapped on some skates and took me out onto the ice. And the rest is history.”

“Do you love it?”

She took in a deep breath, “I didn’t at first. Skating was my life and I missed out on a lot of those standard childhood experiences. I despised my parents for it. But they just wanted me to be the best. And then my mom died and skating was the one thing that made me feel closer to her.”

“Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry,” he expressed with genuine empathy.

“Her dream was to be on the Olympic team, and she was this close,” she held up her fingers about an inch apart from each other, “and then she got pregnant with me. So she gave up skating and married my dad.”

He was quiet as he looked at her. It all made sense, why she trained so hard and why she was tough on him. It was more than just her competitive spirit, it was all for her mom.

“So that’s my story,” she added, trying to diffuse the silent tension. She took a long sip from her drink, realizing she over shared.

“Well I can promise you I will do everything I can to help you make the Olympic team.”

“Thank you,” she looked up at him and saw a look of determination in his eyes that she hadn’t noticed before. They locked eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say next when they were interrupted.

“Well, well, well…if it isn’t our favorite ice princess,” someone said, clapping Bucky on the shoulder. He rolled his eyes and turned around, “You’re just jealous that I can land an axel.”

He greeted the two new faces before introducing Y/N to a few of his hockey buddies, Steve and Sam. She had to admit, they were both lookers. But she couldn’t be distracted with boys when nationals were right around the corner. Bucky ordered them all another round and the two joined them at the bar. Steve sat next to her and was extremely polite, asking about her skating and the competitions and the like. In another life, she’d be interested in him, but she couldn’t get someone else off her mind.

As the night progressed, Y/N continued drinking, alternating with the occasional water at Bucky’s insistence. At some point in the night Natasha, one of Y/N’s figure skating friends appeared and was pleasantly surprised to see her out. She leaned into Bucky and said, “How did you get her here? She never comes out.” He shrugged and said, “She just needed a little persuading.” Nat smiled and stuck around, chatting up Sam and Steve.

“So Y/N,” Bucky said, leaning close to her at the bar, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel good,” she replied.

“Are you having fun?” he asked. She nodded, as she took another sip of her vodka soda.

“Well I am going to say something, at the risk of ruining your fun, because I’m a little tipsy and I can’t help myself.”

“Okay…”

“I think we should change the routine for the next competition.”

She was taken aback and immediately became defensive, “What’s wrong with the routine?”

“Nothing’s wrong with it. It’s just…it’s a little cookie cutter.”

She tilted her head. “And what would you know about skating routines?” she challenged.

“Okay, maybe it’s not the routine. It’s the song choice.”

“You don’t like Harry Styles?”

“Harry Styles is fine. But every song in that competition was so poppy. I mean how many Britney Spears songs did we hear?”

“Britney Spears is an icon.”

“Absolutely she is. But what if we did something with a little edge. Something different, that helps you stand out.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, like Metallica or something like that.”

She paused for a moment and stirred her drink. “It’s an interesting idea.”

“Just think about it.”

“Are you sure you’re not a spy of Sharon’s trying to ambush me?”

He let out a big laugh, “Is that what you really think?”

“Well no, but I had to check,” she smiled.

Bucky looked around the crowded bar and noticed their growing group all seemed distracted. Which gave Bucky an idea.

“Do you trust me?” he asked her.

She held his eye and responded, “Yes.”

He took her hand and said, “Come with me.” He guided her out of the crowded bar, without anyone noticing.

“Wait, Bucky! We need to pay.”

“I’ll settle up-” he stopped mid-sentence and turned to face her. “Did you just call me Bucky?”

She looked guilty and a smile crept up her face, “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Oh I think you know exactly what I’m talking about.” He continued walking with her down the street.

“I refuse to acknowledge this.”

“I think that means we are officially friends now.”

“We’re not friends,” she denied.

“Oh I think we are.”

“Of course you do,” she replied.

“You know, I think you enjoy disagreeing with me.”

“That is not-” she shut her mouth, realizing the successful trap he had just set for her. He looked at her with a knowing grin.

“You’re cute when you get all worked up.” She didn’t have a retort for that and she knew her cheeks were turning the faintest shade of pink. “Come on,” he said, pulling her into the ice rink.

“Oh so now you wanna practice?” she said.

“Not exactly.”

“Then what are we doing here…”

“I just figured that I’ve seen your world, but you haven’t seen mine,” he smiled.

“This seems like a terrible idea,” she commented with a smile.

“Only one way to find out!” He instructed her to grab her skates and she did, without a protest. He went back into the locker room and collected the goals, a few hockey sticks and a puck. He sat next to her to lace up his own skates and led her onto the ice once they were finished.

“Here, go set this up down that end,” he directed, giving her one of the nets. She followed his instruction and he skated toward the opposite end to place the net. He skated back toward center ice and Y/N stood in the net at the other end.

“Come here,” he called. She skated smoothly toward the center and came to a sharp stop, sending ice flakes flying towards Bucky. She gave him a snarky smile and he couldn’t help but smile.

“That’s how you hockey players skate, right?” she added.

“Oh this is going to be fun,” he replied. He handed her a hockey stick and dropped the puck, “I’ll let you start with the puck.”

“Are there any other rules I need to know?” she asked.

“Always one for the rules. We’ll keep it simple for you. First to three-” He was mid-sentence when Y/N deftly scooped the puck and darted past Bucky, heading straight for the goal. His response was delayed due to pure shock. And once he recovered and skated after her, it was too late. She easily slipped the puck into the open goal and cheered. She turned to him with a smile and said, “This hockey thing doesn’t seem so hard.”

“Wow, I didn’t take you for a cheap shot,” he teased

She shrugged, “I saw my opportunity and I took it.”

“And here I was going to take it easy on you.”

“You don’t think I can handle it?”

“Oh I know you can’t handle it.”

“Bring it, Barnes,” she challenged. She collected the puck and brought it back to the center of the rink. She skated backwards toward the net, prepared to play defense. Bucky took the puck and started with a few slow strides toward her. She mirrored his movements, anticipating his next move when he faked to the left and spun on one skate to the right, easily scoring a goal.

“Did you just twizzle me?” she asked, referring to the figure skating move she had taught him that he just used against her.

“I’m full of surprises,” he grinned at her.

“I should be mad, but your technique is actually getting pretty good.”

“I learned from the best,” he winked at her. He slid the puck out of the goal and skated back to the middle as she followed him.

He held her eye as he dropped the puck, almost as if it was a real face off. She maintained eye contact for a moment but the minute he looked away, she was off. She skated toward the right, her dominant side, and Bucky picked up on the movement immediately. She squealed as she felt him gaining on her and he eventually dropped his stick and focused on his speed. He grabbed her hips and started pushing her toward the edge of the rink. Y/N dropped her stick along the way and Bucky tried to slow down as much as he could to avoid slamming her into glass. Right before they were about to hit, Bucky spun them around so that he was poised to take the collision He was used to it, so he didn’t flinch when his back hit the wall. Y/N was unprepared. She tried to soften the hit and braced herself, resting her hands on Bucky’s chest. She closed her eyes upon impact, but he proved to be the perfect cushion.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Bucky said in her ear. She opened her eyes and couldn’t look away from his stunning blues. Her breath caught in her throat and she became suddenly aware of the firm hold his hands had on her hips. She was sure he could hear her heart pounding in her chest.

They stood there in silence, each mesmerized by the other. Bucky leaned in ever so slightly, seeking her approval. She wanted to give into him, and she almost did, before her conscience kicked in.

“Thanks,” she said, removing her hands from his chest. “It’s getting late, I should probably get home.”

“Let me walk you home?” he offered. She nodded, as she skated off the ice. She unlaced her skates and caught her breath as Bucky cleaned up the rink. She wasn’t sure what her move was now. She wanted to kiss him badly, but she couldn’t jeopardize their skating relationship. So she pushed down her emotions and tried not to think about the butterflies swirling around her stomach.

“You ready to go?” he asked her, offering a hand to pull her up from the bench. She nodded and took his hand. She expected him to let go once she was standing, but he didn’t. He kept a firm, yet gentle, grip on her hand. She was quiet, unsure of what to say, and Bucky took notice.

“You okay?” he asked, peering down at her.

She nodded and gave him a small smile, “Just tired is all.”

“So I guess I can’t tempt you with some late night pizza?” he grinned at her.

She should go home, she knew that. But she also wasn’t ready for this night to end. And his smile was impossible to resist.

“Maybe just a slice,” she replied.

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yougavemeyourheartyouknow · 3 months

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Okay I’ve been pondering all day so ima just ask y’all.

Would you guys be interested in a second hockey player Miguel x figure skater reader, despite me already making one?

This one could be a Winter Olympics AU, rather then a college player AU like my first one.

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astyrial · 5 months

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your missing sign suna rintarō x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: you wonder what'll happen at the end of your skate together word count: 1.1k warnings: skate blades, rom-com ending masterlist | requests are open part 1 / part 2

"my hands won't stop shaking, kiyoko," you watch as your fingers tremble upon trying to tie the laces of your skates.

despite your years of competitions and experience skating with actual figure skaters, this is the most worried you've ever felt. part of you assumes it's because suna might not be able to catch you when you fall. while the rest of your brain knows it's because you don't want it to end. you don't want to finish the skate and watch him leave seconds later, yet you know it's bound to happen.

and yet your hands can't stop shaking from the inevitable. "y/n, first of all, nothing bad is going to happen out there. you're both good skaters and you'll know what to do. and secondly, he likes you!"

"you have no idea-"

"you don't see the way he looks at you when you practice..."

an eyebrow raises on your face, an unimpressed frown lining your lips. you wanna believe kiyoko's fantasy of the two of you kicking it off by the end of it. yet, you can still feel the lingering doubt deep within. even when you look up and see suna not too far off, his hand waving.

it's a short wave, barely noticeable if you weren't paying attention. you raise your hand and give him a similar wave, the only difference being that you are waving him over to where you are. even if the two of you parted ways forever, you figure that it would be on good terms. or at least, better terms, than where you started.

kiyoko knowingly backs away, saying goodbye before retreating for her husband and figure skating partner. what you don't see is the soft smirk on her face as she walks away. certain that the two of you will get together.

"hello partner, you ready to throw me around?" you question, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

partner? your mind rings with disbelief that you would ever call someone 'partner' like a cowboy. let alone someone you're romantically attracted to. luckily, it just causes him to laugh, shaking his head in confusion. he holds out his hand for you to grab, raising an eyebrow, a mischievous smile on his face, "partner? i thought we were just two skaters who won't ever skate together past this experience."

"i wish we weren't..." you mumble, grabbing ahold of his calloused hands and pulling yourself up.

suna tilts his head, unable to pull his eyes away from yours. "wait, what did you say?" a small smile grows on his face and his hand holds just a little tighter against yours.

you shrug, heart beating a little quicker at the sight of his face less than a foot from yours. despite ending up with close bodies and faces every practice, you can still feel the heat in your cheeks raise to that of an uncomfortable level. his smile stays fit on his face as he awaits an answer from you.

"i wanna make sure i heard you right, what did you say?" suna's eyes begin to search yours, unwilling to move to anything else.

"nothing, i just think we should get ready, our skate is almost up," of course you wanted to tell him, tell him that despite what little time the two of you spent together, you feel strongly for him.

however, every rational part of your mind is screaming at you that this is nothing but a winter fling. that the two of you will leave each other in a few meek hours. that suna is simply asking because he wants to see whether you told him off or something. your eyes look between him and the ice, shaking your head.

you couldn't possibly tell him, not when he could so easily push you away. no matter how hard his eyes stare into your soul, you can't bring yourself to tell him that everything you've wanted the past few days is in front of you. especially when you didn't know why there was such a switch in your heart.

"you said it yourself, we're just two skaters who will part ways after this event, let's get on with it," you pull your eyes from his, looking down at your skates, the laces pulling all of your attention.

"i was joking, y/n. and when i told you that at the beginning of our practices, i didn't know you then. i certainly didn't know how amazing of a person you are," suna sticks to your first name, rolling it off of his tongue like the two of you had known each other forever.

thoughts roll into your head that he could be lying, that he's faking it to make fun of you. that maybe no one could like you like that. anxiety bubbles up through your body, and you bite your lip, keeping your eyes to the floor. suna furrows his eyebrows, lifting a hand until your chin rests on his index finger.

he lifts your head up, a small smile on his lips, "you're phenomenal, and if you really don't want this to end, something that i hope is more than just a partnership, then i don't either."

"i'm so happy you said that," you reach forward and grab his hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"i am too," he leans forward, tilting his head a little as he brushes your lips with his.

it's such a soft touch that it nearly tickles you, your hand tightening against his. you push forward on the balls of your feet as your face begins to feel warmer. without thinking, suna begins to smile into the kiss, his lips soft and somewhat delicate.

you probably could've stood like that for forever, his thumb running against his your cheekbone, his fingers carefully resting on your knuckles. however, as mysterious as fate can be, someone shouts out your names. the voice sounds so familiar as it says something.

"y/n! suna! your skate is about to start!" kiyoko stands side by side with tanaka, their arms intertwined as she waves you over.

suna pulls away from the kiss, his eyes lingering between your eyes and lips. he lets out a short sigh and a part of him wants to say 'fuck it' to leaving the competition just to be with you. however, as he watches you smile wildly at kiyoko and at the ice, he knows that skating with you would be the best experience he could go through.

"suna, would you want to go get coffee after this?"

"absolutely, and call me rintarō. i think it would sound best coming from you."

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