#hockey abby my beloved | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

angelkissiies · 1 year

Text

what? like it’s hard?

abby anderson x reader

cw : hockey ! abby , implied bimbo ! reader , reader x platonic ! dina , mentions of smoking weed , hockey explanations , movie moments

wc : 1.4k

a / n : i ,, do not have much to say about this fic. this is my first fic in like literally a month and im so sorry for my absence. i kinda just. wrote something. i do not know if it’s good, but it exists so !!

The sound of the announcer echoing through the rink tore your gaze from the cloudy bathroom mirror, your manicured hands moving to collect all of the supplies from the counter space– shoving it all haphazardly into a baby pink makeup bag before rushing to push through the slightly ajar bathroom door. You’d taken the time before the start of the game to primp– knowing your girlfriend, she had this match in the bag, so that meant you wanted to look extra pretty for the obligatory celebration afterward.

From the heavy black coat of mascara on your lashes to the glittery pink shadow decorating your eyelids, you’d gone all out. Some would say this was overkill but you couldn't bring yourself to mind, taking any and every opportunity to bring out the custom jersey she’d commissioned for you– the perfect addition to your outfit, as it sported the schools signature logo and her last name in bold letters on the back, the only difference from the normal jerseys was the color. A soft baby pink instead of the harsh black and white that was uniform with the team. It was a statement piece, in both yours and Abby’s eyes. You were branded by the team captain and she made sure everybody could see it.

You pushed through the crowd, shuffling in beside a girl you recognized from the party last weekend, giving her a small smile as you let your bag come to rest on the floor beside the seat. You sunk into the cold plastic, crossing your legs as you brought out your phone to check your socials.

“Hey, sorry, you’re Abby’s girlfriend right?” The girl beside you asked in a hushed voice, the heat of her stare making you turn to look at her.

You nodded, glossy lips pulling into a tiny smile as you peered at her curiously. For the life of you, you couldn’t remember her name, only remembering the people she was with. A tall mullet dude and Ellie, only knowing her through a need to buy from someone that wasn’t trying to get into your pants. “Yeah, how come?” You spoke, letting the screen dim as you rested the phone on your thigh.

The brunette shook her head slightly, glancing from you to the competing teams. “I was just wondering, do you know how all of this works?” Her hands rose to wave towards the ice, eyes coming to lock back on yours. “My girlfriend is really into it but I can’t figure out what’s going on, I've never been a sporty girl.”

“Oh yeah! I’m not a sporty kinda girl either but I've picked up a ton from listening to Bee talk about it,” You began, the wheels in your head beginning to turn as you moved to rest a hand on hers. “But first, could you remind me of your name? I’m so sorry, It completely slipped my mind, I know we've met before.”

The girl laughed, nodding as she tucked a wisp of black hair behind her ear. “Of course, that party was insane– I don't blame you for not remembering. It’s Dina, Dina Woodward.” Her attention was torn from you as a sharp whistle ripped from the referee, marking the face-off. “Okay, so– what is going on? What are they doing?”

Your eyes moved from hers, filling with a realization as you settled back into your seat, moving slightly to lean towards her as you pointed to the two players standing before each other. “Alright so, those two are gonna be doing something called– uh,” You paused, a tiny gasp leaving your mouth before you continued. “scrapping! They have to win a position for their team. So the ref is gonna drop it between them and they’re gonna try to get it!”

Dina nodded, brows furrowed as she watched the two girls duck down– just inches from the face of the ice as the puck dropped between them. Her mouth opened and then closed again as the puck was caught by the opposing team, her gaze tearing away to look at you. “D-does that mean we lose? What did that do?”

“They just have the upper hand, babe.” You giggled, nodding back towards the ice– where a now disgruntled Abby was moving against the other team, her stick coming to swipe the puck from their grasp. “It doesn’t take much to get it back, especially against them.” You gave her a sly look, fluttering your heavy lashes as you hinted at the less-than-competence of the opponents. “Abby says that their captain paid her way onto the team, but you didn’t hear that from me.”

A choked chuckle left the girl's mouth as she shook her head, toying with the bracelet dangling from her wrist. “You get all of the hockey drama, don’t you?”

You shrugged in faux innocence, twirling a free strand of hair around your fingers as you squinted toward the ice– trying to pick out another victim of the rumor train. “Let me tell you everything! Like,” You paused, pointing out a girl towards the back. “Her! You’re not gonna believe this but–”

The game passed before the two of you, all but ignored, as you filled her in on the most important parts of the hockey scene. From why Abby didn’t acknowledge Jenna to the rumors surrounding the legitimacy of the financial situation of your opponents, it was an hour of nonstop talking as she clung to every word.

On the other side of the room, an exhausted Abby dug her skates into the ice– turning to launch the puck into the opposing team's net, just barely missing the stick of the goalie. Her blonde hair was sticking out wildly from under her helmet, the braid coming undone from the constant brutality from the opposition, a hand coming up to push it down as a loud buzzer sounded– the crowd erupting in cheers. Her chest heaved as she pushed off, a triumphant smirk pulling at her lips as she glanced around the room for you.

Your attention was ripped from the girl when the buzzer sounded, wide eyes looking around to the scoreboard before popping out of your seat- dragging Dina to her feet as well. “They won, We won! Dina!” You squealed, shaking her gently as you pointed to the winning score– a solid 2 to 5.

Dina looked beyond confused for a moment before nodding, a screen replaying the final goal. “It was Abby too! Abby got the winning goal!” She gushed, an excited smile rising on her lips as she directed her gaze from the screen to the ice, seeing the blonde kicking off her skates before exiting the rink– it being her turn to shake you as she turned you in the girl's direction.

Abby pushed through the gaps of the crowd, ignoring the congratulations from the onlooking fans as she kept her eyes locked on you, her helmet was the first thing discarded– a mess of blonde waves hanging loosely around her shoulders now, braid long forgotten. “Angel,” She breathed, coming to stop before you, her hands navigating to your hips as she effortlessly lifted you off of your feet– her lips crashing into your glossy ones, the taste of cherry making her groan into your mouth lightly.

Your hands shot to her neck, smiling onto her lips as you squeezed her closer, ignoring the obvious stares from the people around you. “Abby,” You hummed, pulling away for a second to breathe, when she pressed another kiss to your lips– shushing you for another moment before pulling away, giving you a small nod to continue. “Good fucking job, baby!” You whispered, earning a chortle from the girl as she released you back onto your feet.

Dina coughed slightly, a hand covering her mouth to muffle the giggling. “Not to ruin the moment, but I think you might be needed.” She hummed, pointing over to the exasperated ref attempting to wave down the blonde.

“Oh, thanks–?”

You pushed the girl back towards the rink entrance, “Her name is Dina, now go!” You sighed, shaking your head as you took a couple of steps back towards your seat, moving a hand to wipe the smeared lip gloss from your lips, watching the blonde push back through the crowd to deal with the disgruntled ref. “So, do you wanna come with us after this? There's always a celebratory party after big wins, we could toke up and I could give you the rest of the hockey drama.”

“There's more? Oh fuck yeah, count me in.”

916 notes · View notes

whatwouldsylwrite · 1 year

Note

reader pole dance practice with everyone watching + slightly jealous abby? 👀

Oh god pole dancers my beloveds

Abby always admired what your body could do: you always looked so graceful when you'd climb the pole and spin around like it was nothing, like it didn't require any effort or strength. It was fucking hot and she'd be at your practice at all times, drooling so much that at this point she'd be dehydrated. She didn't even mind when other people watched you as long as they stayed respectful.

Until this time.

There were a few additions to the hockey team, and of course they wanted to explore the activity centre. And of course someone mentioned, from the pure kindness of their fucking heart, the dance studio.

On the time and day when you were practicing.

At first Abby was fine - it wasn't like you danced pure pornography every time, and she wasn't insane to think she was the only one who was allowed to watch you dance. Besides, if someone could admire you for your skill and strength she'd only feel proud - fuck yeah it took a lot to learn how to pole dance.

But no.

You was doing one of the choreos that required heels, and Abby watched you spin and hold yourself up so you could spread your legs in a split, your booty shorts covering just enough to not get a fine for public indecency. Abby knew you had to wear short shorts so you wouldn't slip on the pole, but right now as she glanced at her side where boys were sitting, Abby wasn't okay with it at all.

Her new teammates were watching you go into a wide squat with hungry eyes and Abby furrowed in silent anger. She knew what they were thinking about because she was thinking the same: how hot and seductive you were, how your moves looked like an invitation to sex.

Abby wanted to tell them that you were hers, that the only person who this show was meant for was her, and they should pick up their jaws and stop fantasizing about you, because their fantasies would never become reality.

But Abby wasn't going to make a scene, no. She'd just imagine 1000 and 1 way to kill her new teammates.

"God I wish I was there instead of that pole." One of the boys said with a smirk and the other one nodded.

"She so hot." He said dreamingly.

"Watch your tongue." Abby heard herself say in dangerous tone. Her mouth opened faster before she had time to think. "She's mine."

Boys turned to Abby, clearly wanting to start an argument - Abby heard those arguments a million times before - but you emerged from the dance studio, panting and sweaty, and their heads turned back to you. One of the boys opened his mouth to start a conversation, but you ignored his entire existence.

"Hi." You smiled, looking only at Abby.

She stood up and hugged you, putting her hands on the small of your back.

"Hi baby."

And if Abby looked straight at her new teammates with dark satisfaction over your shoulder as she hugged you possessively, showing who you belonged to, well. You didn't have to know about that.

#abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson #pole dancer!reader could arm wrestle abby for sure #these people are insanely strong #sorry it took me so long to write this #requests

345 notes · View notes

krakenbait · 1 year

Text

bragging rights bracket update #5: the krakening

greetings, bracketeers! i’m back to talk about the two eliminations from round 2 and how it’s affected the standings. things are... interesting, to say the least. let’s start with, as the “too many men” podcast would say, how does this affect the leafs? well, they lost. they avoided getting swept, but still lost in 6 to those crazy cats from the sunshine state, the florida panthers. it wasn’t round one, but toronto’s still doing what they do. but before that, my beloved new jersey devils fell to the carolina hurricanes 😢 very unfortunate for us.

with that said, let’s check in with the leaderboard!

91 points

more hairy men (abby) - *marie kondo voice* this does not spark joy

81 points

raise hell or whatever (@dawson-mercer)

be prepared to see this gif quite a few times. also jayc you’ve hit your points ceiling already. oof.

71 points

hopelessly optimistic bruins fan (@patron-saint-of-boston-hockey) - how ‘bout those phf signings? boston losing giguère and schroeder to montreal hurts, but then you got müller and aurard

68 points

come on and raise up (@andreisvechnikov) - *sigh* good job canes.

ready 2b dissapointed but not surprised (@morganfrost) - you better hope the oilers force game 7 tomorrow. connor mcdavid is your only hope.

66 points

Jack i will pay you to get a mullet (@puck--off)

add one more six and this is a pretty nice score for a devils fan

Hughes line is it anyway? (@natashastarkk)

or add three points and it’s just a pretty nice score

59 points

chaos mode (emily) - seattle-florida cup finals... i can see it now...

58 points

The head, the heart, and the himbos (@circle--of--confusion) - you may not have many points here, but you get points in my book for agreeing that pineapple does not belong on pizza.

56 points

you know :) (@nastybastian)

at least your boys were looking good in exit interviews

GOOD vibrations (ki) - *cues up the beach boys song*

Hold me like a grudge - for a second there, toronto for the cup looked genius! but glasses only make you look smarter...

55 points

big advocate for naps (@turbolainen) - congratulations! you are one of three people in this bracket who has not yet busted

53 points

the bringer of chaos (brett) - how many unread emails do you have?

46 points

Djoker’s actual bracket - why so serious?

43 points

the commissioner is not supposed to win (me)

the devils gave it a good run and i’m proud of them. but i am now diverting all my attention toward aggressively rooting for the kraken!

36 points

battle of the matty b’s (@shea-theodore) - i would imagine you are doing the same. they’ve got this!

33 points

last season 69 points (@arsonandhockey) - kid, you’ve got potential. (as in, you’re one of three left standing)

13 points

if the bruins don’t win don’t talk to m (AJ) - oh how the mighty have fall-n

#bragging rights bracket challenge #brag-cket updates #scp23

5 notes · View notes

laresearchette · 1 year

Text

Sunday, January 22, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: ACCUSED (Global) 10:00pm YOLO: SILVER DESTINY (adult swim) 12:00am

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT?: THE PLOT TO KILL MY MOTHER (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NHL HOCKEY (SN) 2:00pm: Penguins vs. Devils (SN) 7:00pm: Sharks vs. Bruins (TSN2) 7:00pm: Jets vs. Flyers

NFL FOOTBALL (CTV) 3:00pm: Bengals vs. Bills (CTV) 6:30pm: Cowboys vs. 49ers

NBA BASKETBALL (SN1) 3:30pm: Pelicans vs. Heat (TSN4) 6:00pm: Knicks vs. Raptors (SN Now) 8:00pm: Thunder vs. Nuggets (SN1) 8:30pm: Nets vs. Warriors (TSN4) 9:00pm: Lakers vs. Trail Blazers

AUSTRALIAN OPEN TENNIS (TSN/TSN5) 7:00pm: Round of 16

HEARTLAND (CBC) 7:00pm: Amy helps Lisa with Platinum Bow. Tim has a difficult visit with Shane. Katie leads a strike at Maggie’s. Jack reconnects with his country music roots...YEE-HORSE!

OFFSIDE: THE HAROLD BALLARD STORY (CBC) 8:00pm: Maple Leafs owner Harold Ballard didn’t invent greed — he perfected it.

MEET YOU IN SCOTLAND (City TV) 8:00pm: A writer is sent to Scotland to collect a literary award for her boss and is quickly mistaken for someone else by a dashing Scottish poet.

THE WAY HOME (W Network) 8:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Kat and teen daughter Alice move in with estranged grandma Del; escaping the tension, Alice explores the farm and finds herself on a surprising journey.

IRREVERENT (Showcase) 9:00pm: Mack gets involved in an illegal tobacco trade to get the money he needs for a new identity while preparing to conduct a funeral for one of Clump's most beloved figures.

DEAR AUDREY (Super Channel Fuse) 9:30pm: A filmmaker cares for his wife as she goes through the final stages of Alzheimer's disease.

NIGHT COURT (2023) (CTV) 10:00pm/10:30pm (SERIES PREMIERE): Judge Abby Stone follows in the footsteps of her late father Harry Stone as she takes over the night shift of a Manhattan arraignment court; when a public defender is needed, Abby sees potential in former prosecutor Dan Fielding. In Episode Two, Abby pushes Dan Fielding to embrace his new role as public defender; Neil gets on board with Abby's quest to improve the courtroom and quickly realizes why trying is for the birds.

THE CURSE OF OAK ISLAND (History Canada) 10:00pm: The fellowship is stunned when evidence suggests that a dam lies buried at the end of the swamp, corroborating both Fred Nolan's theory, and Zena Halpern's Templar map.

THE FLAGMAKERS (Nat Geo Canada) 10:00pm: A filmmaker cares for his wife as she goes through the final stages of Alzheimer's disease.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #heartland #irreverent #the curse of oak island #nhl hockey #nfl football #nba basketball #tennis

1 note · View note

angelkissiies · 1 year

Text

brute

abby anderson x reader

cw : hockey!abby , cheerleader!reader , modern!au , m*n , bigotry , usage of slurs ( fag ) , incel , alluded frat tactics ( roof*es ) , violence .

wc : 2.4K

a / n : if you see any grammatical issues , SQUINT , ive never proofread a single thing in my entire life

You shuffled into your seat, letting your bag drop onto the floor next to your feet. It was pretty quiet in the rink, the soft sound of chattering coming from the locker rooms as you settled in– fishing around in your stuff for your laptop. It was a slow day for you, only a couple classes worth of homework to complete, so you’d decided to tag along with Abby to practice for a show while you fought your calculus assignments. Since it was the start of the season, new kids had been brought onto the team which made a ton of sense as a gaggle of 19 year olds raced down the aisles toward the ice– just barely missing your water bottle. “Jeez.” You huffed, pulling your stuff further from the walkway, not willing to risk the ridiculously expensive tumbler Abby had gotten you.

It wasn’t unusual for you to accompany her, seeing as the rink was like a second home to you, the team not minding for the most part– Abby had joked before that the judgment of a pretty girl whipped them more into shape, their plays being better when you were around compared to when you werent.

Abby was beyond annoyed already, following behind the newbies with a scowl. This was the worst part of a new season, given that these kids didn’t know the ways of the team, not that she fully blamed them. She just hated the prospect of dealing with multiple egotistical freshmen in such a small place, their voices managing to carry throughout the entire rink. She held her skates close to her side, nudging the rink door open with the tip of her toes, settling onto one of the benches to finish gearing up for practice. Her nerves were already shot, having the captain of the men's team call up to the rink saying that he’d managed to get sick– meaning she’d be taking on both teams for drills. She’d debated calling the whole thing off, not wanting a repeat of the fiasco last year.

“You gonna make it?” A voice called from behind her, making her crane her neck as she shoved her feet into the skates, the owner of said voice making her roll her eyes. Nora and Mel were walking together just a ways behind her, sliding into the box before the door shut, their helmets and skates hitting the floor as they sat on either side of the girl. “How much do you wanna bet she bites one of their heads off before practice ends?” The two girls had a habit of betting on her downfall and whilst she knew it was all in good fun, seeing as they held some responsibility as co-captains, it still made her heart jump.

The blonde clicked her tongue against her teeth, shaking her head. “Don’t start this again.”

Mel laughed, glancing down to mess with the strap on her gloves. “I got fifty on it being that guy,” She began, using her head to nod towards a dark haired guy on the ice. He was laughing loud enough to fill the entire rink, the sound piercing her ears as she shook her head slightly. “That might end up being me though, super annoying.”

Abby chuckled, easing the helmet over her braid, making sure to tuck the end into the back of her jersey. “He is really annoying, I think that’s the same guy that transferred from UW.” She added, “I heard he made a big deal out of practicing co-ed.” She slid her gloves over her chilly fingers, eying the boy for a second before bringing her gaze up to the benches around the rink– like she always did, searching for you. It didn’t take long, seeing as you always sat in the same place, her heart squeezing slightly at the sight. You were cross-legged on the bench, her massive varsity jacket swallowing you whole as you tapped away on your computer– a frown etched into your sweet face. She knew how much you hated math, so it didn’t take her long to figure out what you were doing, a smile tugging at her lips as she tore her eyes from you.

“Let's hope he behaves, hm?” Nora sighed, pulling open the second door to step out onto the ice– holding it open for the other two. “If not, god, I don’t even wanna know.”

The girl nodded, standing up as she double checked her mouth guard. It was especially cold, as she made her way onto the ice, a chill biting at her exposed cheeks. Her time away from the sport had reflected on her temperature gauge more than anything, making her shudder slightly. “Is everyone here?” She spoke up, coming to a stop in the middle of the rink, tapping her skate slightly on the ice. It was a habit she’d managed to pick up from you, seeing as you prefaced all of your jumps with the tinestest of taps, she carried it like a piece of you on every rink she played on.

One of the boys shrugged, looking to the group behind him before nodding out of the rink, trading her attention for another. Their conversations were low and muffled, only a stray chortle echoing as they found a way to quiet down. She was equally grateful and annoyed.

Abby brushed it off, doing a quick headcount as she tried to figure out how many they’d be down, her patience wearing even thinner as she tried to focus over the bickering from the group in front of her. They had a nasty habit of not coexisting on the best terms, their compliance contractual. She dropped her attention from the teams as she saw Nora waving from the side, her feet propelling her forward to meet the girl in the middle– fingers still toying with the thick mouthguard in her hand. “What’s up?” It was unlike Nora to look so nervous, setting her brow into a downturn as she bent slightly to level with the girl. “Nora, what is it?”

“We might have a problem, I'm not sure, but it definitely sounds like a problem.”

You groaned as you snapped the computer shut, moving your now free hand to rub your temple, there was nothing less enthusing than math. The worksheets you’d been assigned were incomplete, and you only figured that out once you were pretty much done, so all of your work was for nothing– seeing as when you checked your email an entirely new set had been assigned. It was enough to make you want to drop out, the prospect of doing anymore work sending a pang into your head. You shoved the laptop back into its sleeve before tucking it back into your bag, leaning back to rest against the row of seats just above you. You pulled your wrist up to hover above you, eyes locking onto the time. You made a small noise of confusion, sitting up on your elbows to look into the rink– they all were just standing around, Abby and Nora tucked away near the middle with their backs turned to you. They should’ve already started by now.

“Weird.” You muttered, to no one but yourself, as you picked yourself up off of the bench. You grabbed your phone from your stuff and tucked it into your oversized pocket, stepping down the rows until you were right in front of the plexi-glass– breath creating a thick haze on the chilled material. You settled into one of the rink-side seats, just simply glazing over the players before your attention was caught by a couple freshmen. They were standing just outside of a group, their conversation too far for you to hear, but their stares were hard to miss. It made your stomach churn, prompting you to sink lower into your seat as you pulled your phone out to distract yourself. You weren’t not used to men staring, it was just something that came with being a girl, though you could seem to shake the feeling of dread that had lit in your stomach as you scrolled mindlessly through your feed.

Abby’s heart was pounding in her chest, mouth set into a harsh line as she followed Nora’s hushed whispers. Internally, there were alot of things she’d considered doing. Externally, she kept her feet steady on the ice. She had to give him a chance, right? There was some underlying theme of second chances at play, there had to be– but from the grim expression on Nora’s face, she doubted it. The blood had begun to rush to her head, a loud beating in her ears pulling her from the conversation at hand, hand coming up to stop the girl in front of her. “Let me handle this–,” She began, being cut off promptly.

“You can’t hit him, Abby.” The girl sighed, crossing her arms over her stomach as she glanced warily between the boy and Abby. “He’s just a freshman, just go– I dunno, knock him down a peg.”

She nodded, pulling her helmet off and handing it over to Nora. “I won’t hit him, promise.” She toyed with the straps on her gloves for a moment before, also, pulling them off and tucking them into her now empty helmet. While, yes, she had no real plans to hit him– she wasn’t ruling it out. Her feet dug into the ice, pushing off into his direction, a thousand different approaches coming to mind. She couldn’t deny the anger she felt, some of the comments Nora repeated making her nauseous, though in some fucked way– that’s just the way the wold had come to be. Boys said things about you more often than not, they always had innocent intent though– something these seemed to be lacking in their grotesque banter. Abby wasn’t one to let things like this slide, everyone knew that.

Everyone but them, as they missed her overwhelming presence behind them– still snickering behind locked arms. “The things I'd do to get her, I mean come on! Look at her.” The blonde spoke, nudging the brunette with his elbow.

“I know, I know. Imagine finding her at a frat party, I’d like to get her a drink– if you catch my drift.”

Abby’s jaw tensed, a heavy hand coming to lock onto the boy's shoulder. With ease, she spun him around on his skates, his lanky frame wobbling from the sudden change in motion. “Don’t speak. I don’t care what you’re getting at or what your excuse is. That girl you’re talking about isn’t available, nor would she be interested, not that it seems you’d care. Keep your rapist comments to yourself or find the door.” Her voice was low, fingers now digging into the clothed flesh of his shoulder, face a couple shades paler from the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She wanted to hit him, god so bad, but she resisted– her resolve holding for the moment being. There was nothing she hated more than the audacity of men, her spine straightening as she stood to her full height– peering down at him, hoping that he would catch her drift and fuck off.

The brunette snorted, shrugging her hold off with a cocky smile, other boy suddenly uninterested in ‘locker room’ talk. He shook his head, throwing up his hands in a mock gesture. “You feminists and calling all men ‘rapists’, you’re the real problem with society.” He jeered, looking around as if someone else would agree with him. “That girl isn’t even your problem, so why do you care?”

An incredulous smile graced her lips as she let her arms come to rest intertwined against her tense stomach, nodding slowly. “‘That girl’ as you call her, is my business. You see that jacket she’s wearing?” She asked, taking a tiny step forward. “It’s mine. She’s mine.” It was clear, to anyone who had begun to tune into the conversation, that the last piece of self-control she had was breaking. She was pretty good about keeping her cool, usually, seeing as she wasn’t banned from the rink yet– but the look on his face made her rage double, making violence seem like the better option than just letting him go with a warning.

“Oh, I get it. You’re a fag–,”

You’d come out of your seat, phone angled towards the rink with the intention to snap a couple of pictures of Abby. It was something you’d taken to doing during games, a folder now dedicated in your phone to the candids. You clicked the button to snap the picture, instead hovering too long and starting up a video, making you groan slightly before peering into the screen for a moment– seeing the moment Abby’s fist collided with the boy's nose, a sickening crack filling the rink. ”Oh my god.” You breathed, glancing around to the observing parties– seeing them do next to nothing to stop the brawl.

The boy managed to hit her once before becoming subdued by the girl, subdued meaning crumpled onto the ice in the fetal position, his hands now clasping the crooked bone protruding from the flesh. His friends had knelt down around him, hands poking around at his face in attempts to help. “You fucking bitch!” He groaned, blood leaking down his hands and seeping into the fabric of his uniform.

“Yeah, I’m the bitch.” Abby sneered, tongue gliding over her teeth before she spat a mouth full of blood onto the ice beside him. “You’re off the team. Don’t bother coming back.” She hummed, turning on her heel to glide towards the door closest to her– your petrified face coming into view as she did so. “Practice is canceled. Go home.” She said finally, pulling the door open.

You stared up at her, mouth opening and closing for a second before you settled on a question. “What happened?”

The blonde glanced back behind her, the eyes of the team lingering on her, before she dipped down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. The contrast between her bloody lips and the soft cushion of her hand coming to rest on the back of your head was dizzying– but you didn’t complain, the metallic taste seeping into your mouth as you chased her lips. When she finally managed to pull away, there was a smear of blood on the flesh of your bottom lip– making her chuckle.

“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about.”

#hockey!abby #hockey!au #hockey!abby x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson #abby the last of us #abbyanderson #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us fanfic #the last of us #tlou hbo #hockey abby my beloved

988 notes · View notes

angelkissiies · 1 year

Text

linger

abby anderson x reader

cw : hockey!abby , cheerleader!reader , modern!au , fluff , NSFW , NSFR , slight exhibitionism .

wc : 2.0K

a / n : you know the drill ! SQUINT , if you see any grammatical errors !

“Abby, are you sure we're allowed to be here this late?” You questioned, skates tucked under your arm as you walked through the empty aisle towards the rink doors. It was almost 10pm, long after closing time, making you glance around warily– just in case there happened to be some security hanging around.

The blonde huffed in annoyance, nodding again, her hand clasped in yours as she led you to the ice. “Yes, pretty, I promise. I pulled a few strings.” She hummed, a small smirk pulling at her lips– seeing as ‘a few strings’ was just calling up her dad and getting permission. It was something she’d been planning for a couple days, seeing as she’d be out of town for your anniversary– much to her dismay, so she wanted to make the few days she had with you before count. That led you both to the rink, shuffling into the small bench compartment to lace up your skates. “Don’t you trust me?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, elbowing her gently before sitting down on the bench– letting the skates clatter onto the empty metal beside you as you pulled your shoes off. “You know I do, Abs.” You tutted, watching as the girl copied your actions, fingers messing with the loose laces of your skates as you slid them onto your feet. You only ever got a chance to skate while practicing or performing and seeing as you didn’t have much time in between that and classes, it was beyond exciting to have the ice all to yourself.

Abby pulled her strings taut, her honey hair creating a curtain between you and her as she leaned down. She was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants with a matching team shirt, her puffer vest now discarded on the floor next to her feet– the fabric stretching and pulling tight against her muscles as she finished tying her skates up, pulling the cap off. “Are you ready for this?” She asked, sitting up, pushing her hair over her shoulder as she did so.

You tapped your now uncapped blades against the floor, a smile pulling at your lips as you nodded. You couldn’t lie, when you learned of the team's absence on the day of your anniversary, you’d been pretty bummed. Rightfully so, seeing as it wasn’t everyday you got to celebrate such a milestone, but through the past few days you saw how much work Abby had put into making the days feel extra special– so you couldn’t find it in yourself to be upset. The room was much colder than normal, the lack of bodies accounting for the extra few degrees it lost, making you rub your arms– warning the skin under your black compression top. “Ready as I'll ever be.” You hummed, pushing yourself off of your seat and into a standing position, watching as she moved in front of you to open the rink door.

“Pretty girls first.”

You elbowed her gently, stepping out onto the freshly mantinanced ice, turning to look at her as you slid. It was exhilarating, the feeling bubbling in your chest as you dug your skates down softly– coming to a stop a few feet away from the blonde, her attention focused on you as a bright smile lit up your face. “How much do you wanna bet you can’t catch me?” You asked, using your toes to push back slightly, drifting further from the now encroaching blonde.

She laughed lightly, shaking her head as the ice hissed beneath her blades. “You think you can outrun me? Really?” She clarified, tilting her head at you, her hair coming to cascade over her shoulder at the movement. It was laughable, in her opinion, for you to think that you could skate faster than she could. She was the captain of the hockey team and whilst, yes, she couldn’t deny how nimble you’d proven yourself– she still didn’t see any outcome that had you escaping her. “Y’know what? Lets just see, hm?” Her feet were already pushing her forward, cutting thin lines into the flat sheet– hand outstretched towards you.

You giggled, kicking off in the opposite direction, the cold air whipping your hair from its confines as you picked up speed– hearing how she'd begun to close in. “You’ll never catch me, Abby!” You shouted, turning on the edge of your blade to evade her hands, it was just close enough to the wall that you heard the dull thump of her hands coming into contact with the plexi-glass as you made your escape. “I’m much faster than you–,” You drew out, knowing how riled up she could get when things got competitive. The feeling of the empty ice was something you’d missed, the freedom taking you back to the first time you’d gotten on the ice. Some pond in the middle of nowhere was the entrance into the world of skating for you, the feeling finally being matched as your chest filled with a childlike glee.

Abby’s face had begun to tinge pink, her confidence in her ability to catch you dwindling as you raced in front of her– much too far to reach out and grab. “You’re just a cocky cheerleader!” She prodded playfully, trying to pick up speed as she edged her skates to account for the curve of the rink. She couldn’t even be mad, the sound of your joyous laughter making her heart swell.

“And you’re just a cocky hockey player!” You shouted back, glancing back to gauge how close she was before spinning slightly on your skate– scraping the toe pick of your skate against the ice. You tapped your skate gently against the ice before you pushed off slightly, feeling the blades come off of the ground, spinning with the top of your body to land back opposite to Abby. You felt breathless, the simplicity of it all being more than enough, adoring the tingly sensation that filled your legs as you felt the blades click completely back onto the ice.

Your stunt gave the blonde just enough time to come up behind you, hands locking around your waist, pulling you into her body roughly to prevent you from getting away. “Hockey Captain actually,” She chuckled, tucking her face into the crook of your neck. She dipped further down to press soft kisses to the flesh that had gathered goosebumps from the abuse of her hot breath, “Did i tell you, you look pretty today?” She followed up, coming to stop just below the shell of your ear, her voice heavy as she dropped off.

A chill went down your spine as you tried to catch your breath, an airy laugh stumbling from your lips. “A couple thousand times, I think.” You confirmed, tilting your head to the side to give her more clearance, you let your head rest against her as your eyes fluttered closed, welcoming the warmth she provided as it traveled down your spine– melting you into the shape of her.

Her hands detached from your waist, coming to trace the shape of your hips before sliding up towards your chest. Abby wasn’t one to say she always had sexual intentions but currently, she would definitely attest to the pool of deviancy between her thighs at the sight of you. It didn’t take much for the want to enter her brain, hands always itching to be on you. “Mind if I tell you again?” She hummed, her large hands coming to grope the clothed mounds of your breasts, pressing chaste kisses along the newly exposed stripes of your neck.

“A-abby,” You whined, swallowing hard as you forced your eyes open. “We can’t, the cameras.” You pointed out, gaze coming to land on the multiple lenses pointed at the open rink. They were usually used to catch all angles of the game, though now they seemed to be getting a very different show. You couldn’t help the sharp moan she elicited from your mouth as her fingers pinched at your erect nipples, the buds poking out from the thin material of your shirt.

Abby shook her head, “Let me worry about that, you just keep looking pretty, how about that?” She murmured, dipping one hand towards your waistband, the other continuing the assault on your chest. She bypassed the thick band of your yoga pants, moving her hand lower to cup the warmth of your cunt through the thin fabric. A small groan fell from her lips as she pressed her palm into the bundle of nerves, letting your hips gently rut against her. “Just like that.”

A heat crept into your cheeks as you felt your body reacting to her, hips moving with a mind of their own as they chased the miniscule friction she could provide from her cupped hand. “Shit,” You hissed, hand coming to grip hers, eyes squeezing shut.

The girl smirked, rubbing her hand over once more before finally allowing herself to dip below your waistband, pushing past the soft cotton of your underwear to skim her fingers between your puffy folds– collecting the wetness on her fingers. “Already wet, pretty?” She chuckled slightly, moving to press two fingers against your clit. “Y’so good for me.” It would be a lie to say her chest didn't swell with a kind of pride at the state of your panties, the wetness being a mark of her ownership over you, nobody else could make you feel like she could– you both knew that.

A broken whimper fell from your lips as her cold fingers began drawing circles into the sensitive bundle, your hand gripping her forearm hard enough to leave bruises. It was equally humiliating and freeing, being touched so publicly. On one hand, there was nobody here. On the other hand, when you closed your eyes– it was like you could feel the gazes of hundreds on you, all watching you fall apart under the sexual torment of the captain of the hockey team. “Oh fuck,” You breathed, your legs shaking from the pressure, skates sliding slightly.

“I got you, I got you.” She promised, her fingers still toying with your nipple from over the clothes, “You're not going anywhere.” In the time between your observation of the cameras to now, she’d figured out her game plan to go about ridding the school of the tapes. It might have involved a little breaking and entering, and possibly theft, but none of that was above upholding your dignity. She’d simply take the tapes from the security office, maybe even keep them for future use– surprise you with a homemade movie. Her fingers added a little pressure to your clit, picking up her pace.

You squirmed slightly in her hold, the tension beginning to bloom in your stomach as your cunt clenched around nothing. It was pathetic, how turned on you’d gotten from the prospect of being seen, even more so of how predictable you’d become to her. Her fingers moved with a skilled precision, knowing exactly how to manipulate your body to her will, knowing exactly how to make you cum with barely any effort. “God, Abs, please.” You gasped, nails dragging against the fabric of her sweatshirt, eyes welling with overwhelmed tears as you fought between the rush of your orgasm and the embarrassment of being so exposed on the ice.

“Good girl.” She groaned, dragging her teeth along the shell of your ear, hot breath sending chills down your spine. Her other hand had navigated to your hip, holding you firmly as she nursed you towards the edge, you getting your fair share of fingerprint bruises. “Y’so pretty, baby, my pretty girl.”

The tightness wound in your stomach snapped, and with a whiny moan, you fell flush against her– hot tears spilling down your cheeks. It was dizzying, how fast you’d gone from completely free to caged in her, how easy it was for her to make you hers over and over again. You didn’t mind, not in the slightest, the euphoric feeling coursing through your body as you felt her slide her hand from your pants– other hand coming up to wipe the stray tears from your cheeks. “Abby..” You whispered, legs almost giving out under you as you pushed yourself to turn towards her– eyes connecting with her blown ones as you wrapped your arms around her neck, throwing your entire body weight onto her.

“I love you too, pretty.”

#hockey!abby #hockey!au #hockey abby my beloved #hockey!abby x cheerleader!reader #hockey!abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abbyanderson #abby anderson smut #abby the last of us #abby anderson #abby anderson tlou2 #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us smut #the last of us fanfic

712 notes · View notes