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i still can't believe hockey players like to act cool and tough. we think little knitted hats with pom poms on them are the height of fashion
finally reading vaincre and im giggling
hello hello pandora
Reblog and put in the tags your favourite sports to watch during the Olympic summer and winter games
loved this!! 😍🥹
Just My Type
pairing - hockey player!theodore nott x figure skater!reader
tags - hockey player and figure skater au
warnings - none I think
posted - 11/11/23
wordcount - 1199
a/n - I wrote this drunk in the middle of the night soo...enjoy. might write a second part if anyone is interested
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The tension that had accumulated in your shoulders throughout the day slowly faded away with every stroke your skates took over the freshly resurfaced ice. Neither your skating partner, nor your coach were here yet. So, you decided to make use of the little time you had the rink all to yourself.
Pushing your headphones over your ears and starting your current favourite song before carefully throwing your phone over the banister and onto your jacket lying on the bench, you turned back towards the rink and pushed your skates hard into the frozen surface, the blades cutting into the ice, leaving long lines behind.
Even though you loved skating with a partner and you could not even imagine having to perform alone anymore, you really savoured these rare moments of having the whole place to yourself. With your university’s hockey team, the multiple younger teams and all the other figure skaters it was usually packed. You got lucky by getting the owner’s wife as your coach, meaning you often got prime practice spots. It also helped that you regularly volunteered to help out with beginner classes. You had worked pretty hard on getting into their good books.
After warming up, you quickly got lost in the music and the freeing feeling of flying across the ice, improvising most of your movements, not really having a choreography in mind. You were gliding backwards, building up momentum preparing to jump into a double lutz.
Completely focused, you lifted into the air, but instead of landing back on the ice your back collided with something hard and you hit the ground with a groan. The person you had crashed into lost their balance as well, their skates barely missing your leg as they tumbled down beside to you.
“Shit, sorry. Are you okay?” a deep voice rung out as he pushed himself back up, offering you his hand.
“Nothing broken, I think,” you mumbled, rubbing your aching lower back and pulling down your headphones to hang around your neck. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention where I was going. Didn’t know anyone else was in here.”
“I wasn’t looking either,” he grimaced, hand running through his messy brown hair.
Taking his hand and letting him help you up, your face flushed when you caught him looking you up and down. His tall frame was towering over you and your heart sped up as you met his eyes, the warmth spreading from your cheeks and down your neck.
The corner of his lips quirked up into a smirk when he noticed your flustered state. That was when your gaze dropped down to his jersey covered chest, a big yellow number eight staring back at you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. What was a hockey player doing here right now?
You did not recognize him as you were not following the hockey team, having gotten enough of hockey boys in your freshman year. In your experience, most of them were arrogant pricks who thought your passion was a lower sport. If they even acknowledged figure skating as a real sport at all.
Backing up slightly, you mentally cursed yourself for the way your knees almost buckled under his intense gaze, your legs feeling like jelly.
“What are you doing here anyways?” you asked after clearing your throat.
“What does it look like?” he teased, mentioning over to where the rest of his team was getting ready to join him on the ice. Some of them were watching your exchange and you hoped they had not witnessed the whole thing and you suddenly became acutely aware of your drenched leggings, praying that it did not look as bad as it felt.
You found the only player you knew in the group, sending Enzo a small wave. The two of you had met when his sister started taking lessons with you. You had found it adorable that he always brought her and stayed to watch. Most of the parents just dropped their children off and came back to pick them up later. Enzo, however, was there every Saturday morning, cheering not only for the sister but also for the other girls.
“But you don’t have practice right now,” you told him as you crossed your arms across your chest. “Seven to eight is our spot.”
Usually the team practiced right before you. You always heard them make a ruckus in their locker room as you waited for Billy, the Zamboni-driver, to finish refreshing the rink. Now you realized why it had felt so eery in here earlier, their laughter and yells had been missing.
“Didn’t you get the new schedule? Our practice got pushed back,” he mumbled, bending down to reach for his stick, his scent of mint and tobacco wafting your way.
“I did get it. And my spot didn’t change.” You were sure, having checked it over multiple times.
Spotting Lena, your trainer, walking towards the rink, you quickly pushed yourself away from the boy, gliding over to the banister where she was standing. The blonde woman met you with an apologetic smile.
“I’m guessing you already heard?” she asked, nodding to the player who just came to a stop behind you. “Hello Theo.”
“What’s going on?” you questioned as you watched the other players start warming up.
“There was a mishap with the schedule. Brody double booked the rink for you guys,” she explained and you stifled your groan. “Unfortunately we can’t fix it right now. Which means we’ll have to share on Tuesdays and Thursdays for now.”
“What? But Regionals are in four weeks and we need the whole rink for the routine!” you complained and Lena shrugged her shoulders.
“I’m sorry but I can’t do anything about it right now. We’ll just have to adapt,” Lena grumbled and turned to look around the area. “Wes didn’t show again?”
The mention of your partner made you cringe, your fingers finding the hem of your sweater, fiddling with it nervously. He had been becoming less and less reliable each week lately, being late all the time and sometimes not even showing up at all.
“He’s in the bathroom,” you lied, praying that he was just running late and would show up soon. Lena could definitely tell you were not telling the truth and apparently so could the boy behind you, Theo apparently.
He snorted at your bluff and you quickly whirled around to glare at him. “You better tell your friends to stay on your side.”
“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll make sure you won’t fall on your ass again,” he smirked, raising his brows as if he was trying to get you flustered again. You did not give him the satisfaction, just rolling your eyes before skating away.
Soon Lena joined you and you let out a breath of relief when you spotted Wes strolling into the building.
By now, you were the main topic of discussion among the hockey boys, Enzo being questioned from all sides as he was the only one who knew anything about you. Enzo watched with a knowing grin as Theo kept glancing your way every time you jumped or spun around, missing most of his shots.
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10.08.24 (SEA vs STL): VINCE DUNN scores the first goal of seattle's season four!
hockey player!james potter x reader with enemies to lovers?? i love u rue rue 🤭🙈
I love you too ren ren 😍🤗
I tried my best (im so sorry)
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ─ hockey player!James Potter x ice skater!fem!reader
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ─ 1848
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ─ cursing, references to sexual content, asshole James Potter, rude reader
(𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦)
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ─ loosely based on Icebreaker (he's a hockey player + she's a figure skater) + more like rivals to lovers but close enough + ITS SO LATE SORRY + the ending sucks
HERE YA GO BABES <3
James Potter is the worst.
What with his annoying perfect hair and piercing blue eyes...
This is not an opinion, no, it's a proven fact.
How any woman finds him attractive is beyond me. Sure, his face is sort of pleasing to look at if you squint and ignore his awful personality.
I mean come on! The figure skating championship is fast a approaching and here he is hogging the ice rink with his pack of smelly jerkoffs aka hockey players.
A game filled with nothing but brute force, the exact opposite of the graceful skill of figure skating.
The whole team has a combined IQ of 100 -it's only that high because Remus is there- and a complete disrespect it seems for the booking of the rink.
We ran 10 minutes late! 10 minutes and they decide our privileges' get revoked! Who put them -him especially- in charge of how time is spent? It's not like they even need the extra couple of hours practice they seem to have the whole wrestling on ice skates-thing down.
"Oh cheer up y/n! At least we have something fun to look at!" I break my gaze from the sweaty pack of dogs and on to best friend and fellow skater, Alice Fortesque. My eyes are wide in disbelief and betrayal shoots through my body! How dare she say such a thing! About our sworn nemesis' too!
"What- what?! No! That should be us on the ice making them be jealous! We should be the eye candy not these buffoons'! Making a mockery of our beloved sport."
"Oh shut up! What have hockey players ever done to you? Just because you hate one doesn't mean the whole entire group of them are rotten. Frank is a hockey player and you don't hate him!"
"Right, so one of how many isn't a total douche? Wow high standards you have, Alice." I roll my eyes at my friend's unsuccessful attempt on pushing me to the dark side of being a hockey groupie.
"What did hockey ever do to you?"
"Yeah Y/N, What'd hockey ever do to you?" The annoying, stupidly hot voice of James Potter fills my ears. Fuck him and his funny accent and amazing hair and strong, muscular body-
No. Nope. Not going to happen today. None of this 'lustful thoughts' bullshit.
"None of your business, you weasel!"
"You're are the talking about me, love. Sounds like your rather obsessed with me."
"Shut your trap! If anyone is obsessed, its you! What're you doing over here anyway? You stole the rink from us and aren't even using it? Fuck you."
"Woah! Y/N, have some decorum!" His minions skate over when they realize James has stopped skating and is loitering by the wall talking to us.
I groan and throw my head back before I realize the opportunity in front of me.
"Since you're all here, I have something to tell you all."
"Aww we love you too, Y/N!" Sirius butts in with a sarcastic smile, his arms going over his heart as he pretend swoons into Remus' chest next to him.
"No, you dog! Fuck off and get off the ice. We have it booked for the next hour." Voices erupt from the group of hockey players as they look at me in outrage.
"You can't kick us out!"
"She can't kick us out.. right?"
"She totally can, man."
"Who put you in charge?" James pipes up as the voices stop their exclamations.
"Let me reiterate what I just said: We. Have. It. Booked. Maybe learn to read before it's too late and you lose more brain cells. Oh, and check the schedule before you, knuckleheads go out on the rink!"
"Stopping being a bitch, Y/N!"
"The fuck did you just say to me, James?"
"Woah dude-" Frank's voice pipes up from where he is standing next to Alice. He slowly approaches where James and I are glaring at each other, the wall of the rink separating us.
"No someone has to say it! Just because you're some hotshot figure skater doesn't mean you can be an ass to everyone!"
"Oh really? If that's what you think of me I would hate to hear what you think about yourself! You play fucking hockey! Enjoy your missing front tooth."
"I'll have you know all of my teeth are authentic."
I roll my eyes at his stupid retort.
Thank god he has looks or else I'd be worried.
"Whatever get off the ice before I call Coach Hooch."
"You wouldn't-"
"You want to test me?" James gulps before looking over his shoulder at his teammates.
"Okay, fine. We'll leave.."
"Fucking finally."
"If you go on a date with me."
What?
"What?" Alice voices my confusion as I stand frozen for a moment.
What the hell?
Why would he ask that?
If he liked me why didn't he ever act like it?
What if it's a prank? A big joke to string me along and then humiliate me?
The Marauders are known throughout campus for their pranks-
No, that can't be it because Remus, Sirius, and Peter look just as confused as I feel.
Then he must be genuine or splitting from his bff's and going solo on this prank.
Or they are really good actors-
Nope! Fuck! Fuckity-fuck!
"We'll clear out of the rink if you agree to go on a date with me."
"Uh- no? No!" My resolution falls flat as my confusion washes away to anger.
How dare he!
"Ok guess we're going to keep on practicing-"
"Ugh fine! Fine! I'll go on a date with you! Only because I need to practice for regionals, no other reason."
"Of course, love. No other reason." He smirks smugly while looking me straight in the eyes. "I'll pick you up at 8, wear something nice."
God why am I such a sucker for eye contact?
With one final glance James turns around and skates towards the locker rooms, his minions follow after him- minus Frank.
"What the hell just happened Y/N?"
"I- I don't know Alice."
"I can't believe I agreed to this."
"Oh be quiet Y/N! Think of tonight as an opportunity! A free meal, him being less of menace about the rink and maybe even a good orgasm or two."
"The only time those two words go together with James Potter is in his wet dreams."
"You can't lie and say he isn't hot!" I grunt at her words moving my focus to doing my mascara. "What's the worse that can happen? I've heard the rumors and so have you! You know he's good in bed."
"You are making me nauseous, Alice."
"And you're being stubborn."
I roll my eyes at her words as I finish putting the dark serum on my eyelashes. I stand and look down at my outfit.
"I'm not going to fight with my best friend over something as stupid as James Potter."
"Aww 'best friend'? Maybe this whole ordeal has softened me."
"Yeah like 'soft' a rotting banana stuck in someone's freezer just in case they decide to make banana bread but never do."
"Oddly elaborate metaphor Y/N."
"It's been an odd week."
"I'll give you that." Alice reaches over and hands me one of her lipsticks. "Here put this on. You need a pop of color."
The lipstick's creamy formula glides over my lips painting them a striking red.
A nice simple, black dress and a pair of heeled black shiny boots that rise to just below my knee.
Cute and simple, right?
Not too simple though.
Just the right amount -almost mysterious in a way.
Plus the heeled aspect of the shoes classifies it as 'nice' therefore, appealing to James Potter's demands.
The sound of the doorbell ringing knocks me out of my spiral.
"Ok be safe, ok? I'll be with Frank and have my phone with me the entire night. One text and I'll drop everything for you." Alice wraps me in her warm embrace and I sigh.
"I will have my location sharing on Life360 the whole time. My phone is charged and ready for whatever the fuck this is." My black trench coat with a thick faux-fur collar is put on my shoulders as Alice ushers me to the door.
I open our door and am immediately met with a large bouquet of flowers in the hands of one very dashing James Potter.
"Hey."
"Hi."
An awkward pause as his eyes look me up and down, making my skin crawl.
"Um these are for you." He extends his right hand holding the beautiful bouquet of dark red roses and baby's-breath. I quickly move my face to inhale the sweet scent of the flowers.
"Oh wow! Thank you! These are beautiful."
"Not as beautiful as you." I can't help but roll my eyes at this though I cannot stop my cheeks from heating up.
"You are so corny."
"Only for you, Y/N."
"I bet you say that to every girl." Alice interrupts James before he can reply and I feel relieved.
We haven't even left the doorway!
We still have a whole fucking date to go!
"Ok. Ok! I'm going to go put these in a vase and you two go have fun! Make sure to use protection, kids!" Alice promptly pushes me into the hallway of our apartment building and slams the door.
"Omg- I'm sorry for her."
"Good advise though."
"You're are delusional if you think I'm going to sleep with you."
"A guy can dream."
"Sounds more like a nightmare to me."
"Ok negative Nancy."
"'Negative Nancy' what are you five?"
"be a bit weird if I was and you were on a date with me."
"I really don't think out of the two of us that I am the weird one."
"I like the use of 'us' in that sentence."
"Please stop talking."
"Only because you said please."
Our witty banter causes a smile to spread on my lips and my body to feel warm despite the cool temperatures outside.
One date turned into two and two turned into a long term relationship.
How it happened is beyond me, I thought I was firm in my dislike of the proud peacock aka James Potter.
Evidently I wasn't.
Alright so, maybe I do know how he became my boyfriend..
It probably had something to do with his dashing goods looks, sense of humor and our variety of shared interests.
Our first date ended with me not only starting to like him but giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before retreating into my apartment.
It was only the beginning of me going back on my oaths against James Potter.
Little did I know that the guy who annoyed the hell out of me was soon going to be the most important person in my life (after Alice of course).
The man that I love forever and always.
Even when he hogs the ice rink when I have it booked.
(We are working on it because it's really fucking annoying)
Please be careful when searching up ‘Adam Johnson’ on socials. The first thing that seems to pop up is the video of the incident uncensored.
I wanted to talk about the incident. It’s been truly eye opening. No, I did not know Adam Johnson but hearing about his tragic death has enlightened me to the horrific realization that injuries like this can indeed happen within the sport.
The awareness is great, the fact that teams are making neck guards mandatory is even better, but the fact that people have to see the video of the incident is truly vile. Adam’s family do not deserve to have to see the video, people of the public eye do not deserve to see it either!
I’m truly sickened by the fact that people think it’s okay to post the video, even if it’s for ‘awareness.’ You can still spread awareness without sharing the video! The accident has left thousands of people traumatized, the hockey community is losing supporters due to people being so distraught. People don’t deserve to relive the moment by seeing the video once more!
My sincerest condolences to Adam’s family, the person responsible, Adam’s teammates, Adam’s friends and anybody who has had to witness or has been effected by the loss of Adam Johnson. Rest easy, Adam.