#hockey player ari levinson
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who loves you
summary: a four month long situationship with Ari goes south when you see a text you shouldn't have
pairing: college!hockey player!ari x situationship/fwb!reader
warnings: none?
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Fuck. You felt refreshed and blissed out as you sat up and stretched. Watching Ari’s bare, fit body disappear into his bathroom.
It always surprised you how he showers without his phone because that meant he showered with no music. You couldn’t imagine taking a shower without music, how else would you fulfill your popstar dreams. But alas, Ari was different from a lot of the guys you’ve previously been with.
You drop back against his bed, smiling at the ache between your legs. Ari was a lot of things and a sex god was definitely one of them.
The incessant buzzing from a phone..his phone jerks you from your blissed out state.
Bzz-bzz
Ignore.
Bzz-bzz
Ignore.
Bzz-bzz
Okay, what the hell?
You grab his phone beside you, it comes to life when you lift it.
Joy ;)
—Meet you in the parking lot after? My place?
—I’ll wear the special panties with your number on them
You squint as more texts roll in. Special panties? Her place? The fucking winky emoji by her name?
What. The. Fuck.
You stare in disbelief for who knows how long, feeling a little hurt and naive.
“Why is my phone in your hand?”
Ari stands at the end of his bed. A towel wrapped around his hips as he runs another through his shoulder length hair. Your eyes can’t really help to worship the droplets over his chest.
“Who’s Joy?” You push out the question.
You can see something change in Ari as he walks over and takes his phone from your grasp. “None of your business, why are you snooping around”
You scoff, “I wasn’t snooping! It kept buzzing and I thought it was an emergency or something. Who’s Joy?” you question again, annoyed at the way he’s avoiding your question.
“I don’t appreciate you looking through my phone. And she’s none of your fucking buisness, so drop it”
You stare up at him, subconsciously lifting his sheet to cover your bare chest.
“You’re having sex with other people?” you accuse, and deep down you're confident you know the answer, but that naive part of you is hoping it’s all a misunderstanding.
“And if I am? We’re just fucking around too. Are we not?”
Your breath stutters at his admission. Although the two of you have never stated terms of this…relationship, his actions have always spoken louder than words. Everyone thought the two of you were together. Even though he’s never formally asked you to be his girlfriend, you always had an inkling that he would at some point.
Your stomach flips thinking of his protectiveness over you, the way he’d always pay if he was there, and the way he goes out of his way to check up on you after his practices. Or the way you’re always there for him at every game, his number and name on your back as you cheer him on.
Shit, even the sex was anything unlike a pair of friends. It always felt intimate between the two of you. Your toothbrush stood next to his in his bathroom, and yours, for Christ sakes.
“Are you being serious right now?”
Ari shrugs. Fucking shrugs at your question.
“Y/n, I don’t understand why you’re upset. In no way have I ever committed myself to you.”
That stings.
“You really don’t see it, do you?” You mutter, trying to blink away the tears forming in your eyes.
“I don’t.”
“Fuck you, Ari.” You seethe, dressing yourself with speed. “Have fun with Joy.” You tell him, buttoning your jeans, and gathering your shoes in your hand. Anything to get out of this humiliating scenario.
You shove your way past Ari’s confused figure. Which stops you as he grabs your elbow, “I’m not understanding what the big deal is? You’re telling me you haven’t been sleeping around.”
You remove your elbow from his grasp, “No. I haven’t. And if I did, I’d at least have the decency to let you know.” And with that, you’re out of the room.
Ari stands there for at least a minute, disgruntled and confused with what the fuck just happened. He shakes his head trying to figure out whatever the fuck he was missing.
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“You’re a fucking idiot, a moron if you will. Maybe a dodo would fit better?—” Ransom laughs to himself as relaxes in his spot in the frats living room, snacking on his favorite biscuit cookies.
“Ran,” Steve interrupts the way Ransom isn’t helping. Softly shaking his head in reprimandment. “Now isn’t the time.”
Ransom only shrugs, and looks back to the television.
“I hate to say it, man. But Ransom is right, the only answer was in front of you the whole time.” Sam tosses in his opinion, clapping Ari on the back.
“Well what the fuck is it? Why is no one saying what I’m missing?”
“She likes you, Levinson.” Bucky answers, walking through the living room and out the door, his key to his motorcycle swirling around a finger. He didn’t need to know the full conversation to know what exactly was going on. He would’ve stayed to watch the aftermath, but he had a certain spicy redhead waiting for him at her apartment
Ari doesn’t mean to sound dramatic, but he quite literally feels the world tilt on its axis at the discovery. He’s admired you for a while, but never in his mind did he think he was the right guy for you. He’s seen the guys you’ve dated before and they were the complete opposite.
Intelligent, brainy, in tons of clubs, they wouldn’t do stupid shit like fighting on ice skates because it’s fun. They were guys who any mother would love.
Fuck. He can’t believe this, there’s no way.
“What—“
“Dude, you can’t be so blind, to not see how in love with you she basically is,” Ransom says around a mouth full of cookies. “The sex is probably great, but you think a chick like her is gonna wanna be around you without an ounce of admiration.”
“I think what Ransom is trying to say is: there’s a lot of telling that y/n has feelings for you, and I’m pretty sure her getting offended that you’re sleeping with other people is a big one.” Steve says.
“Fuck.” Ari groans, running his hand down his face and over his scruff.
“How would you feel if y/n told you she was screwing someone else?” Sam asks.
“Livid.”
Sam snaps his finger pointing at the dark look already on Ari’s face. “There you go.”
“Fuck. She’s not even answering my calls. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Give her time to cool. If anything, maybe she’ll be at the game?” Steve offers.
“Maybe,” Ari mutters.
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But you never picked up a single call and for some reason, even picked up that Ari thought of swinging by your apartment. You had texted him to leave you alone.
And then Saturday rolled around…
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“How long have you been into hockey? I’d never take you up as a sports girl. Sorry that sounded terrible—“
“It’s okay, Jake.” You laugh. “Not until this year, you’re right I’m not really into sports at all. What about you?”
“I really got into it with my dad, we used to watch every game together if we could,” he smiles at the memories.
“That’s really sweet,” you smile back, placing your hand over his.
Jake Jensen is a computer science major you befriended over your French class last semester. But the both of you basically ran in the same social groups, leading to you guys staying friends.
When talking about the upcoming game, you had let it slip that you passed the deadline to donate your ticket, and couldn’t find anyone to sell it to. Leaving you to go to the game alone or getting a strike.
Jake was kind enough to let you join him. You would’ve joined Natasha and the others, but it felt too weird to you and you wanted no chance running into Ari. Especially since you weren’t wearing his jersey like you usually do.
You haven’t spoken to him all week, minus the small text you sent, and you refused to. Even though he had tried non stop to run into you on campus.
“Have you—“ Jake starts, but is interrupted by the commentators introducing the team. Everyone stood up and cheered at the sight of the school’s players.
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Ari skates out with a smile on his face, lifting a hand in the air as he waves and joins the line of his teammates. As he does so, he tries to find you, but it’s hard to distinguish you among the wave of people in the stadium. Especially since you weren’t seated in your undesignated-designated seat closer to the rink.
But he shakes it off, putting himself in the right mindset for the game.
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“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our favorite time of the night: THE KISS CAM!”
Some players skate and others like Ari, watch the Jumbotron during the brief break.
The first is an elderly couple, then a pair of random strangers who kiss under the playful pressure, two pairs of students, parents with their children who dramatically gag. That makes everyone chuckle, including himself.
They go around the stadium one last and he cannot fucking believe it. His hand becomes around his stick.
He can feel his teammates staring at him in sympathy. But Ari cannot look away from the Jumbotron.
The first thing he notices is your flustered smile, that you came to the game sans his jersey, and the most noticeable of all is the dork sitting next to you with his arm behind your seat, looking just as bashful.
He’s livid. You’ve been avoiding him all week, probably doing who knows what with this guy.
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“You know what you gotta do,” teases the commentator. You laugh behind the back of your hand. Jake sits beside you just as flustered, scratching his eyebrow with his thumb.
In no way is he against kissing Y/n, but he also doesn’t want to make her uncomfortable.
“C’mon folks!”
You stare at Jake, shrugging a shoulder in question. Jake only smiles back before sitting up straighter. The both of you go to lean in. Your lips press softly against his until a loud smack of temper glass breaks it up.
The two of you jolt away at the sound of a disgruntled voice. You look to see Ari, “hey!” His voice booms. “Back the fuck off my girl!”
“What— who is he?” Jake’s eyebrows knit together as he points towards the enraged giant pointing a menacing finger towards him.
“An asshole who doesn’t know what he wants.” You answer, shaking your head towards Ari before you place a kiss on Jake’s cheek.
You watch as Ari stands behind the plexiglass. And even though you’re about eight rows back, you can see the confused and upset expression on his face. A pinch in his eyebrows and a pitiful glare in his eyes.
“I’m really sorry about that, Jake.”
“It’s nothing, don't worry.” He smiles, “Do you want popcorn or anything?”
“Sour patch kids, if that’s alright.”
“No problem.”
You look at anywhere but Ari during the rest of the brief intermission.
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Ari 🏒🦁
—Meet me outside the locker room
—Please?
You sigh as you grab your stuff. Just before the two of you reach outside the stadium, you gain Jake’s attention.
“I’m really sorry to cut our hangout short, but I had a lot of fun. I just have to handle something really quickly.”
Jake tries not to show the disappointment on his face, “I’m gonna rightfully assume it has something to do with that ‘asshole who doesn’t know what he wants’?”
“Unfortunately,” you smile ruefully.
“Okay,” he nods his head. “I hope everything goes well. I’ll see you around?”
“Definitely,” you hug him before you make your way outside the doors of the locker rooms, with no trouble which you can guess is because of Ari.
You smile awkwardly at the glances of Ari’s teammates. You hate that everyone has seen that happen and you assume most of his teammates know the intimate details of what’s gone down between you two. Which only adds another layer of unnecessary awkwardness. Time passes before you feel a light tap on your shoulder, looking up to see Steve at your side, a timid grin.
“The locker is all cleared out, he’s in there waiting for you.”
“Thanks, Steve.”
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“Ari?” You walk in to him tying his sweatpants.
He turns around with a mournful look on his face. His sweatpants low enough that you can see the bands of his Calvin’s; he’s shirtless so his six pack is on display and glistening from his shower; his hair is disheveled, but the ends still curl at the ends; and he has a towel thrown over shoulder.
You can ask any women how they could not be hung up on a guy as attractive as him.
“Hey,” he sends a small smile, making his way towards you.
“Wait—“ you interrupt, “We cannot have this conversation if you’re shirtless.”
He won’t argue, but he does as you’ve said and throws on some ratty t shirt in his locker. He sits on the bench in front of his locker, patting the spot next to you.
You sit beside him, making sure to keep some distance between you two.
“I see you’re not wearing your jersey?”
The audacity of men will always surprise you.
“Your jersey and is that really the first thing you want to talk about?”
“You’re right…” warily his hand grabs yours and when he sees you won’t retract from him, he brings it his plush lips. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously.”
“What you said Sunday was totally uncalled for and spiteful— and where do you get off announcing to practically the whole state that I'm your girl? And You embarrassed poor Jake for nothing.”
“It wasn’t for nothin’ and the douche will be fine.” He staggers at the fire in your eyes. “Sorry, I’m sorry.”
“That seems to be the only thing you can say,” you huff. You turn to him, needing to know the answer to this. “Are you really sleeping with other people?”
He notices how small your voice is as you ask.
He sighs and looks down for a little, before tightening the grasp of your hand. “I was.”
You stand up while trying to get Ari to let go of your hand. The last thing you want is for him to see the tears begging to fall.
Ari stands with you in haste, bringing his other hand to palm your cheek as he looks down at you. Those piercing blue eyes saying so many things at once. “Was. I was. Listen, I haven’t slept with anyone else other than you since last month. It was a moment of weakness and you can’t be mad at me for it. We’ve never made anything official, baby.”
“Do you even care about me? At all.”
It feels vulnerable and desirous, but you’re unsure how you can continue without asking.
“What? Did tonight not show you that?”
You go to argue, but he cuts you off before you can start.
Both his hands cup your face while his thumb draws circles on the apple of your cheekbones.
“I love you.”
Your breath picks up at his admission.
“It’s been months coming, but you gotta know since our first night together I haven’t slept with anyone other than Joy and that was only once. And I didn’t think I could tell you because.. I’m just not the guy you typically go for, Y/n. But I guess that was my own insecurities playing a part of that. I’m rambling and i probably sound like Steve after he takes one hit. But I promise I’ve admired you for so long and it has never been just sex to me. I don’t want my stupid mistake to get in the way of us trying correctly this time.”
You swing your arm over the back of his neck and pull him in a kiss, your other hand fists his shirt.
He lags at first before his brain catches up and he’s kissing you back harder. He tilts his head just a smidge like he always does and one of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head. You feel his other hand cup the side your body. His hand roams up and down before he’s slipping it behind you to squeeze your ass. You moan into him, pressing your body closer to him.
Both your breaths pick up and you know you need a breather. So you pull away in a blur.
“I love you too.”
He smiles at your admission. One of those adorable, rare smiles not many get to see from the broody man.
You smack his arm and he grabs it with a questioning look.
“But I’m still really pissed at you and I’m not letting you off easy.”
“Even if I ask you to be my girlfriend?” He snakes his brawny arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he ducks to kiss your cheek.
“Even then,” you giggle, turning his head for a kiss. “And that’s a yes.”
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a/n: it's been so long, hi!!! sorry i disappeared
if you enjoyed pls don’t forget to reblog or give feedback 💗
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I do not recall following any blog specifically because they talk about hockey, but am very pleased to see hockey sprinkles btwn posts about CE, JDM, HC and JA.
Found my people. 😃
#chris evans#Henry Cavill#hockey#nhl hockey#nhl players#nhl#captain syverson#jake jensen#ari levinson#dean winchester#walter marshall#ransom drysdale#jeffrey dean morgan
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my fic recs masterlist
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Bucky Barnes:
all bucky barnes
headcanon - blurb - one-shot - series
dbf!bucky - brothers bff - bff’s brother
neighbour - housewife reader
lumberjack - firefighter - bodyguard
priest bucky - college
football player - hockey player - boxer
professor - teacher - librarian/bookshop
coffee shop - soulmate - royal
other AUs - taboo
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Stranger Things characters:
all eddie munson - all steve harrington
eddie and steve (x reader)
billy hargrove - jason carver - mike wheeler
dmitri enzo antonov - jim hopper
robin buckley - nancy wheeler
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Outer Banks Characters:
all Rafe Cameron
all JJ Maybank
Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)
Pope Heyward - Topper Thorton
John B. - Sarah Cameron
Kiara Carrera
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Marvel characters:
Wanda Maximoff - Kate Bishop
Natasha Romanoff - Yelena Belova
Peter Parker - Pietro Maximoff
Steve Rogers - Stephen Strange
Frank Castle - Matt Murdock
Moon knight - Steven Grant
Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton
Loki Laufeyson - Druig
Eddie Brock - Miles Morales
Miguel O’hara - Hobie Brown
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Harry Potter characters:
Sirius Black - Remus Lupin
James Potter - Poly!Marauders
Lily potter - Cedric Diggory
George Weasley - Fred Weasley
Severus Snape - Tom Riddle
Draco Malfoy
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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:
neteyam - aonung - lo’ak
rotxo - kiri - spider
jake sully - neytiri - tsu’tey
tonowari - ronal - colonel quaritch
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Top Gun chracters:
Fanboy - Hangman - Rooster - Bob
Iceman
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Wednesday characters:
Xavier Thorpe - Ajax Petropolus
Wednesday Addams - Divina
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Bridgerton characters:
Anthony Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton
Colin Bridgerton
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Criminal Minds characters:
Spencer Reid - Aaron Hotchner
Derek Morgan
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The Last of Us characters:
Joel Miller - Ellie Williams
Abby Anderson
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The Devil All The Time characters:
Tommy Matson - Lee Bodecker
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Uncharted characters:
Nate Drake - Sam Drake
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Euphoria characters:
Elliot (Euphoria) - Fezco
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On My Block characters:
Mario Martinez - Oscar Diaz
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Modern Family characters:
Luke Dunphy - Alex Dunphy
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Ted Lasso:
Roy Kent - Jamie Tartt
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NHL players:
Matthew Ktachuk - Trevor Zegras
Nolan Patrick - Tyler Seguin
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Actors:
Sebastian Stan - Joseph Quinn
Jamie Campbell Bower - Danny Ramirez
Drew Starkey - Rudy Pankow
Ben Hardy - Bella Ramsey
Jenna Ortega
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Miscellaneous characters:
Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz - Marcus Baker
Rodrick Heffley - Hunter Sylvester
Lloyd Hansen - Ari Levinson
Nick Fowler - Tangerine
Rhett Abbott - Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’
Colin (Not Okay) - Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)
Ash (No Exit) - James Maguire (Derby Girls)
Jake Peralta - Nick Miller - Brian O’conner
Anakin Skywalker - Bruno Madrigal
Tadashi Hamada - Kakashi Hatake
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Miscellaneous real people:
Billie Eilish - AEW Hook
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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3
#wintersoldierslover#fic recs#fanfiction#fanfic#bucky barnes x reader#eddie munson x reader#steve harrington x reader#eddie munson x reader x steve harrington#billy hargrove x reader#jason carver x reader#robin buckley x reader#nancy wheeler x reader#rafe cameron x smut#jj mabank x reader#jj maybank x reader x rafe cameron#wanda maximoff x reader#kate bishop x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#yelena belova x reader#peter parker x reader#pietro maximoff x reader#steve rogers x reader#stephen strange x reader#frank castle x reader#matt murdock x reader#moon knight x reader#marc spector x reader#jake lockley x reader#steven grant x reader#joaquin torres x reader
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Puck Yourself
A/N: Hey y'all I know it's been a hot second since I've published anything but I've had this completed in my drafts for a few weeks now. I was planning on trying to get multiple parts to this all out at once but I've had a lot of essays due recently and continue to have quite a few due so oh well. Gotta prioritize school over this. But this AU is based off of the Lucky Charms series by drabblewithfrannybarnes. I love that series so much it's honestly one of my comfort ones I go back to a lot so yeah. Here's my own kinda take on what I think a similar college hockey AU would look like with Ari, throwing in the wild card of being Bucky Barnes' younger sister.
Pairing: College Hockey!Ari Levinson x College Hockey!Bucky Barnes Younger Sister F!Reader
Word count: 6,180 words
Wanings: Swearing, strong moments of angers, mentions of sex
Summary: Meeting the stereotypical player, hockey boy Ari was exactly what you expected. Until you actually talk and realize he might not be all that bad. The problem is, Bucky things otherwise.
Bucky had finally convinced you to come up and see him.
It had taken well over a year, multiple breaks, and a hell of a lot of conniving on his part to finally get you to visit him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to see your brother, or his school, you just didn’t really want to stay at a house full of college hockey boys. It sounded like a complete nightmare, and as you sat in your car mentally preparing to deal with it, you seriously questioned why you had agreed to this.
But your protective, occasional pain in your ass, best friend of a brother Bucky had an air mattress set up for your for two days, had agreed to pay for gas and food, and had solemnly swore to your parents to look out for you at all times. It was pretty believable, especially considering his physical size and demeanor.
As you parked your car in front of the house that still had red solo cups littered out front, a random hole in the yard, and just screamed “testosterone” at the top of it’s lungs you seriously began to reconsider everything. Right now, you could have been in your apartment in the city with your friends and roommates planning on a night out while you were on break. But instead, you were about to enter the only thing worst than a frat house: a college hockey teams house.
“Y/N/N!” You heard a shout as you opened the trunk of your car. You looked over to see your brother standing on the porch, with a smile, beginning to jog towards you. As soon as he reached you he engulfed you in a big hug that made you feel as if you were being swallowed whole.
“Hey Buck,” You replied, hugging him back. “Missed me?”“You know it,” He smiled back, going ahead to grab your bag from the car. You only had your backpack hanging off one shoulder, Bucky carrying the rest. He made it look so easy, like the suitcase was a small bag of groceries.
As you entered the house, the same aroma of every party you had been to flooded your nose. Except no one was actually here. You gave Bucky a look which he quickly read as disgust of sorts, “I promise I cleaned my room.”“Uh huh,” You replied looking around the place. There was no particular order to the couches, and literally no other furniture other than the four of them. The leather was worn and you were sure sticky by now. The floor managed also to be sticky, not shocking given who lived here. There were a couple framed photos on the wall of teams both present and past but that was about it.
“I promise, the actual living room for us is upstairs,” He told you, leading you that way. “The downstairs is really just for parties.”“I could tell, Buck.” You replied, crossing your arms as you began walking up the large stairs. “Why did I even agree to come here?” You questioned out loud. You knew Bucky rolled his eyes even though you were behind him.
“Because you love me oh so dearly,” He stated, you scoffed. “But seriously, I’ve visited your school like five times and you’re only a second year. You’ve been here once.”“Okay, well I live closer to home, in a city with stuff to do, and you were with mom and dad.”“There’s plenty of stuff to do here,” He argued back, fumbling with the key in his hand to open the door to his room.
“Mhm, like stare at the corn fields.” Now he actually rolled his eyes and you saw it. “And I’ve been here more than once! For all your championship games last year, and the year before.”“Those don’t count,” He explained, entering his room as you followed behind him. “School wasn’t happening.”“Okay, whatever.” You sighed, sitting down on his bed and placing your backpack on the floor. He hadn’t lied, he had actually cleaned his room. It did smelled like a can of Febreeze had been violated and died in there, but it was much better than downstairs. A subtle knock came ringing at his door. “Hey Sam!” You smiled up at him as he walked in, giving you a big smile back.
“There’s my favorite sibling of any player.” He said. You stood up, allowing him to give you a hug as well. “How’re you? How was the drive?”“Fine and fine.” You replied, sitting back on the bed as Bucky began making room in his closet for your stuff.
“Ya know, you’re a real trooper for staying here.” Sam pointed out, leaning against one of Bucky’s wall. You both looked at him, as he now stood with a large shrug.
“See, I told you!” You said to Bucky, “Be grateful.”“I was grateful you’re here, but I’m becoming less by the second.” He said eyeing you. You scoffed.
“If you ever need a break, you know where my room is-“ Sam began but Bucky was quick to interrupt him.
“No, there will never be a moment in time where Y/N is in your room with you alone, or anyone else’s for that matter.” Bucky stated pointing firmly at Sam. “I already went over this with everyone.”“Hey, out of every other guy in this house need I remind you I’m the most trustworthy with your younger sister?” Sam replied, with his hands up in a sort of surrender offering.
“Yeah, but still.” Bucky said, going back to clearing out part of his closet. “If Rogers were here he would be the most trustworthy.”
You missed Steve, but he was away visiting family this weekend. Besides, he had been a second brother to you your whole life, so it wasn’t as if you wouldn’t see him again. As soon as Christmas break rolled around he would be at your family’s house for a day or two to celebrate.“Damn, might as well rub salt in that wound.” Sam sighed, “Anyways, let me know if any of the guys here try to play any games.” Sam said, now looking at you. His hands were on his hips, his face now straight and serious. You nodded.
“Now you’re on my side for once?” Bucky fired at Sam.
“When it comes to your younger sister in a house full of guys that are borderline animals around any attractive girl? Yes.” Sam replied confidently. “All I’m saying is you only have so much power here, Barnes. You’re up against guys the same size and mindset as you. You’re gonna need as much backup as you can get with this one.”
So far all the guys here had been overwhelming nice. Maybe the dual threat of Bucky and Sam scared them off of you, but a part of you at least hoped they were just this naturally respectful to women (somehow, though, you did doubt that hopefulness). They wanted to talk to you about your school, what you were studying, how it was growing up with Bucky.
“So you’re the brains, huh?” One of the guys asked, leaning against the counter practically chugging a Gatorade bottle of water down.
“I guess,” You shrugged with a smile.
“That was how we grew up,” Bucky was quick to interject, finishing up one of his assignments at the counter. “She was always the smart one, I was the sporty one.”
You actually secretly praised your parents for raising you that way so there really was no competition for who was better. Each of you were good at your own things, and helped each other with the other. You always helped Bucky with homework (and still did), while Bucky helped you train to pass the one basic P.E. test you had to take.
You were munching on a bowl of chips some of the guys had set out for you, continuing to talk when the back door opened. “You comes back for once without a girl, huh?” Sam questioned from where he stood next to you.
It was pretty hard to ignore the absolute unit that walked in the door. He was a tank of a person, in the best way possible. Incredibly muscular, tall. At least 6’6, maybe closer to 6’7. His presence towered over the room of hockey boys, which was something you never knew could happen. His auburn brown hair was slicked back, the ends falling just under his ears. A beard covered his jawline, one which you imagined was incredibly defined and sculpted to perfection.
He set down his backpack which looked regular sized for him, but comically large on the floor. He turned to Sam, and in turn his eyes quickly met yours. They were a crystal blue, a color so prominent you figured his eyes must have been bleach white underneath to let such a color be seen. “Who’s this?” He asked, pointing to you and looking back to Sam. His face seemed a bit confused out of everything, with a hint of being pleasantly surprised.
“Y/N,” Sam commented, popping a chip in his mouth with a quick crunch and swallow. “Bucky’s sister. Younger sister.” he clarified.
“Ah,” He replied, approaching you with a smile that could make a line of 100 women pass out. “Name’s Ari. Ari Levinson.” He said, sticking his hand out. You took it and gave it a shake, one that you could tell dwarfed his typical shake but he went with it.
You had heard about Ari Levinson. Plenty of times from following a couple of the guys’ Instagrams and the hockey teams official one. He was a third year, like your brother. He was a star of sorts on the team, had already been picked up by a NHL team the year prior. But from what Bucky had mentioned, his parents had convinced him to stay the full four years to get his degree. And with good enough lawyers, they had convinced whatever team he was heading to to let him finish out his school and immediately hop into the sport professionally after he had a degree with his name on it.
“Y/N,” You replied. “Barnes, if that wasn’t already implied.” He gave a small chuckle.
“Yeah, I could tell.” He told you, leaning against the counter on the other side. “You two look a lot alike.”“Yeah, we got that all the time as kids.” You told him.
“I bet,” He said, his eyes trailing you up and down more slowly than what you felt was typical friendliness. You suddenly became a bit conscious at the leggings you were wearing and the fact his eyes had lingered a tad bit longer on your thighs. “The black hair suits you better though, especially for those beautiful eyes. Never seen ones like ‘em.”“Levinson really-“ Sam began but you interjected.
“I bet that’s what you tell all your girls, huh?” You replied with a smirk. The group of guys still sitting at the counter choked on their drinks as their eyes widened. You could feel Sam smiling from next to you.
“Haha, very funny.” Ari replied, a bit more stern this time. “It has a 100% pass rate though.”“Change it to 99,” You shot back, “Welcome to the bottom 1%.” This again resulted in dead silence around the room. Ari gave you a smile.
“I’ll get to you eventually, beautiful.” He said, standing back up fully.
“Gonna have to get through Bucky to do that.” You replied.
“Is that a challenge?” Ari smirked down at you, biting his bottom lip. “I love a good challenge, sweetheart.”
“More of a factual statement,” You said, leaning on the counter towards him. “I would say more an impossibility.”“We’ll see about that,” Ari said, grabbing his bag of the floor and swinging it over his shoulder. “I’ll see you soon, baby doll.” He added with a smile and wink before he departed down the hall and towards the stairs.
“Is he always like that?” You turned to Sam with a look of slight disgust. But Sam looked a little more worried than that.
“Kinda,” He replied, “Just not that persistent.”
“Oh?”“Means he actually wants to get to you,” Sam explained, “We won’t let him. But don’t tell Bucky, yet at least. Not sure Ari’s ego can protect him from your brother’s fist.”
You had actually frequented parties back at your last school. So standing here now on a Friday night with a red solo cup in your hand filled with mystery seltzer didn’t feel all that foreign. The only difference this time, however, was that you didn’t have your traditional friend group surrounding you. Instead you were talking to the occasional one or two guys on the team who would inevitably find a girl to their liking to go and coerce into their bed. Then when they left and you got bored of standing in the corner alone, you would go and bother Bucky who was going between working behind the bar and talking to his girlfriend, Natasha. If Bucky was too busy you went and talked to Nat and her friends, who were incredibly sweet and gracious with you even though you constantly felt like an intrusion.
“You need something?” Your brother asked, craning his neck back to see you. His front was facing a line of girls waiting for their fixing of cheap beer he was pouring into cups. You shook your head. “Bored again?” You nodded. “Why don’t you go talk to Nat? She loves talking to you.” You rolled your eyes.
“I feel like an intrusion, Bucky.” You replied, now standing next to him and taking a sip of your drink. “Like I know her friends are only a year older than me but it feels different.” Bucky huffed, handing the girl in front of him another drink.
“You can always head up to my room if you want.” You nodded hoping that was the answer he would give.
He quickly dug in his back jean pockets for his keys, fishing them out and handing them to you. “Just lock the door behind you, okay?” He asked and you nodded. “And I’ll text you when I’m on my way up. Don’t answer the door for anyone that knocks.” You nodded again, thanking him and making your way back through the crowded bodies tucked shoulder to shoulder with one another.
Thankfully the guy guarding the stairs recognized you as you held up Bucky’s key. He smiled with a nod, letting you by and away from the extremely crowded dance floor and blaring music.
As you walked down the hall you could hear laughter from a few of the rooms, and most definitely fucking from others. You rounded the corner to where Bucky’s room was, stopping at the end where his room stood and placing the key in the fob. As you twisted it to the side, you couldn’t help but to overhear another door down the hall opening. You looked up briefly, to see Ari standing there arms crossed as he leant on the trim of the door.
A drop dead gorgeous brunette girl walked out. She looked young, easily a freshman. You questioned if she was even that or maybe a senior in high school with a repeated excuse as to why she didn’t have a student card of valid ID with date of birth, but insisting she was 18. She was slim, a size four around the waist on a bloated day for her. She managed to have great boobs, and beautiful long hair. She could’ve been mistaken for a model for all you knew.
He gave her a signature smile, she asked him if he would call her.
“Of course, sweetheart.” He said but you could hear the emptiness in that from a mile away.
She gave him a kiss on the cheek and ran off down the stairs, her hair slightly frizzy and makeup now ever so smudged. You sighed to yourself. How nice it must be to casually get guys like that and have the nativity to not know A. He would never call you back and B. He would pretend he had never met you even if you saw him again. Your attachment issues could never.
You pushed the door open, stepping one foot in when your name was called. “Y/N, right?” You heard someone approaching. You looked up to see Ari standing maybe four feet away. You nodded. “What’re you doing up here, all alone?” He asked and you shrugged.
“Bored.”“There’s a party going on downstairs, you know that right?” He asked with a smile and light laugh. You nodded.
“Parties aren’t fun unless your at least three shots in and surrounded by people you actually know, and like.” You replied, “I am in none of those situations right now.” He gave a tight smile and nod. “You seem to be having fun.” You motioned back down the hall to his door. He let out a hearty laugh.
“Wanna take some guesses?” He asked, taking a few steps closer to you so now you were within a foot of each other. He towered over you, arms crossed leaning against the wall.
“Not really, no.” You said in all honestly. He raised an eyebrow in question. “I mean, I don’t really do that stuff. I wouldn’t really have a clue.”“What, like sex?”“Yeah, and in turn hookups.” You replied. You were giving away way too much information right now. You blamed it on the few drinks in your system.
“You’re too pretty to have not had sex yet.” You scoffed.
“Please,” You nearly laughed, “I’m a six on a good day and I’ve come to terms with that. You just got with an eleven on a bad day. Don’t talk to me about that.” You replied, having had enough of this conversation and heading into Bucky’s room, before you could fully close the door though his hand was on it.
“Were you an ugly kid?” He asked, but as soon as the words left his mouth a face of regret took over.“What the fuck did you just ask me?” You looked at him confused as hell, hand still on the door and moving to slam it. He held that attempt back to.
“No I mean- shit, not like that.” He pleaded, one foot in the one the other out to prevent any other tries at closing the door. You rolled your eyes at him. “I mean- I was one. And it took me a while to realize that I got better looking as I got older, and now I can sleep with gorgeous women and feel like an equal to them.”
You looked at him with complete and utter disbelief. There was no way this Greek God of a man was seriously telling you how it feels to be attractive enough to sleep with whoever you want. Especially considering your struggle to find a halfway decent guy to call your first boyfriend, and your virginity that was still hidden deep somewhere in you. “Alright, nice talk, champ. That’s enough for tonight.” You said trying to close the door but his body blocking it. “If you don’t move I’m going to yell bloody murder.”“Uh huh, I would like to see that.”“You really want Bucky and Sam to come up and deal with you?” You asked, this time with a dead serious tone and expression. “Oh, and Steve when he gets back.” Ari took a long, hard look at you before backing away.
“Okay, fine. I was trying to start a conversation and fucked up. I’m sorry for implying you were an ugly kid.” He said with a sigh, standing outside the door still.
You had every right to slam it in his face, in fact you thought you should’ve. But he did seem genuinely apologetic, and for a guy that seemed as douchey as him, you assumed that took a lot of effort.
“Fine, I forgive you.” You replied.
“Thank you,” He said back, leaning on the doorway again. “Listen, I know you don’t want to do anything given your- situation.”“Watch it.” You wanted, motioning to the door as you silently implied your ability to slam it right in his face at any given moment.
“But, would you like to chill out with me?” He asked, “Someone’s gonna come knocking on Barnes door soon enough begging to fuck in there and I don’t want you to have to fend for yourself in that situation.” He explained, “I’ll strip my sheets now, I have a chair you can sit on and a TV in there. We can just listen to music, chill. I don’t care if you want to sit on your phone the whole time and ignore me. Hell, I’ll give you a charger. But you are a teammates sibling, and I want to know you’re okay.”
So Ari Levinson now cared about you? The same dude you flirted in front of the majority of the team today, who just walked out with a model-level girl he would never talk to again? And he was worried about you right now, and seemed at least halfway genuine? You sighed.
“Fine,” You said, closing the door behind you and re-locking it. “But no funny business.”“None,” He swore, giving you firm eye contact. “I swear.”“Good,” You nodded at him, “And I will not be sitting on your bed regardless of the sheet situation.”“Aw honey, it wasn’t like I actually fucked her.” He explained, “She just sucked me off.” You gave a fake gagging sound.
“I think I would rather jump off the balcony here than get on my knees for you.” You replied. He gave you a smile.
“Eh, you would be surprised.”
Ari was shockingly… normal. He was actually just a chill guy with good music taste. That shocked you the most. He admitted a lot of his playlist was filled with modern rap because that’s what a lot of the guys listened to but he preferred 80s and 90s rock and alternative. It was what he had grown up listening to with his parents and something you quickly bonded over.
You had begun to talk a bit about relationships. He had opened up with how he had broken up with his long term girlfriend six months prior and was still reeling from a chunk of the effect and realizing how surface level the entire relationship felt. He also added how hook ups were easier. No commitment, he could focus on hockey and school.
“What about you?” He asked, “What lucky guys have been with you?” You scoffed.
“I’ve talked to a couple guys,” You explained, “But nothing really serious. I got my first kiss, date, all that stuff out of the way senior year of high school before college. First going beyond first base in freshman year. Talked to a guy long term last semester but it didn’t really work. I’m just kinda waiting for the right person but I also know I’m too ambitious for my own good when it comes to relationships.”“Oh, how so?” He asked, leaning on his bed as you sat in his swivel chair by his desk.
“I just- I focus so much on school and extracurriculars that I don’t really have time for a boyfriend. I want one, but I also am not great at talking to guys either. Flirting is my worst enemy.” You said, “My last kiss was over a year ago.” He nodded slightly, almost in a sympathetic way.
“I don’t think you’re the problem.” He mentioned next, looking over at where you sat. “I mean, you really are stunning. You’re incredibly smart. Bucky always tells us how much of a hard worker you are, and how you go out and are a social butterfly. Just- at our age, not many guys are looking for commitment. And it sucks for girls like you but give it a few years.” You groaned, throwing your head back.
“Everyone says that and I’m so sick of it.” You told him, “But then I look at Bucky, and he and Nat have been going strong for over a year now.”
“Bucky is also a really special guy,” Ari mentioned, “Listen, he and I aren’t all that close but everyone on the team is close to an extent. We travel together, play together, practice together, get meals together- hell we live together. And he really is a great guy. You’re very lucky to have him as a brother.”“I know,” You replied with a tight smile, “He’s one of my best friends and I’m very grateful to have someone like that who’s just built in to my life.”
“He really looks up to you, ya know.” Ari said, smiling at you. “Even though you’re younger he’s always bragging about your accomplishments and how smart you are. I mean, you are going to an amazing school. I remember when you got in he was practically jumping up and down and telling everyone.” You smiled to yourself knowing that you reacted the same way when he got into his dream school for hockey. “You’re really special, Y/N. And don’t ever let a guy, especially one like me, take that from you or tell you otherwise.”
“Thanks Ari.” You replied, smiling up at him. “You know you’re not as tough as you seem. You should let some more people see it sometimes.”“I only let people I really, really like past that part of me.” He said, “There aren’t many.”
Just as he finished saying that a string of absolute banging punches came at the door. “Shit.” He murmured, getting up.
You backed away on the chair as Ari opened up the door to reveal a seething and red Bucky. “Why the fuck is she in here?” He demanded, pushing Ari back. Despite Ari having at least a couple inches on Bucky, he nearly fell back onto his bed having to catch himself in midair.
“Barnes we didn’t do anything-““Shut the fuck up!” He yelled, Sam now rushing into the room. He tried to grab Bucky by the arms but was thrown off with ease and went tumbling back almost falling into the door.
Bucky through all his rage and might managed to get Ari pinned up against the nearest wall, his hands in fists around the collar of his shirt. “If you fucking touched her-“You had had enough of his behavior, getting up and marching over to stand right behind him. “Bucky, he didn’t dot anything. We didn’t do anything.” You clarified. Bucky looked back at you, face scrunched in pure anger, loosening his grip only a bit on Ari. “I swear, you know I wouldn’t do anything. I haven’t. Let alone with one of your teammates.”
It took Bucky a second to realize what you were saying, but as soon as he did he let go of Ari. “Look at her again, and you’re dead.” He said, firmly pointing to Ari who was still against the wall with his finger in his face. Ari couldn’t even respond before Bucky was dragging you out by your upper arm and back to his room.
You had gotten a very stern talking to that night about the dangers of Ari. Bucky was still fuming, but at least he had kept his voice down to a not-yelling level. It didn’t help all that much that you were fighting back some, because at this point you were arguing to a brick wall. But at least you were able to clarify that nothing had actually happened, and Bucky seemed to believe you. But that wouldn’t stop him from trying to keep Ari as far away from you as possible.
It was their Saturday game where you found yourself sitting next to Nat in this cold arena. You had learned over the many years of attending Bucky’s hockey games how to layer and do it properly. Leggings were always a go-to, with a team t-shirt as well. Bucky had let you borrow a quarter-zip he had from last year with your last name embroidered into the top left corner. It’s size made it incredibly cozy and warm, especially right now. Nat was in his jersey, and had every right to be. Wearing a guy’s jersey was girlfriend code, not younger sister code.
The two of you were watching them practice a bit before the game. Bucky would give you two the occasional smile, you would do it back. What you didn’t expect, however, were the occasional but very prominent glances over at you by Ari.
“So, you and Levinson?” Nat asked from next to you. Her tone of voice indicated her genuine curiosity, non-judgmental, and ‘I won’t tell Bucky’ attitude of girl code. But your eyes couldn’t help themselves as they gave a roll. “Oh c’mon, there’s at least chemistry there.”“Uh huh,” You sarcastically replied, still watching Bucky glide across the ice. All these guys made it look too damn easy. “There’s nothing between Ari and I, really.”“You do know everyone heard about Buck’s little show down with him, over you, right?” She asked next. You groaned in frustration.
“It wasn’t even that!” You fired back, “I literally hung out with him for like an hour or two. That was it. Nothing else. I’m a virgin, Nat, you know that. I’m not going to just give that away to a guy like Ari.” You replied. She gave a tight smile in defeat.
“All I was going to say is Ari really isn’t that bad.” She replied. You looked over at her with a face scrunched in confusion. “He had a long term girlfriend. Like a solid two years. Treated her like a princess, really. Paid for everything, showed her off at every game like she was the trophy. Hell, he even posted her on his Instagram. An Instagram that has been a valley on emptiness since high school.” She crossed her arms, her own eyes now looking at them. “Listen, don’t tell Bucky I said this, ever, but if he offers you his number or anything… I would take it.”
You didn’t have long to think about what she had just said when the buzzer went off announcing the game had started. All the guys went back to their bench, taking their respective spots and fumbling with their mouth guards. You gave a deep sigh.
The game started and was going well in their favor. This was by no means shocking, this lineup happened to be one of the best teams in the country this year at the college level. You watched Bucky strategically on defense, a perfect fit for him. He always knew when he needed to get aggressive and not, a strength not many of these guys had at quite the same level he did. You and Nat gave each other a high five and a cheer every time he successful blocked an opposing member from even getting close to their goalie, or when he flawlessly recovered a failed attempt at a shot back to an offensive player.
When the final buzzer rang, the boys were up by four points. The all gave each other small hugs on the ice, walking off a moment later with smiles and walking back to the locker room. You and Nat walked over to their side of the ice, patiently waiting a good distance down from the locker room. This allowed for crew to come in and out and start cleaning up after the game with the already crowded hallway.
It took 20 or so minutes for Bucky to come out first with Sam by his side. You gave them both big smiles as they came up to you and hugged you. “Thanks for coming out, Little Barnes.” Sam said, letting you go from a powerful hug.
“No problem,” You smiled up at him, “I love watching you guys play. It’s very fun to see men want to shove each other with some class over a rubber puck.” Bucky rolled his eyes.
“You did great.” Nat smiled, leaning onto Bucky’s arm as he gave her a kiss on the top of the head.
“You ready to head out?” Sam turned to Bucky and asked him. He nodded. “Wanna come with?” He turned back to you. Before you could even respond, Bucky was speaking.“She’s coming,” He said matter-of-factly. “And don’t even try and worry about getting in underage, we know everyone there. It won’t be a problem.”
“Are you actually gonna let me drink?” Was your next question.
“Don’t act like you don’t do it every weekend,” He replied, starting his walk towards the door with Nat under his arm. “I see your Instagram stories.”
You rolled your eyes and followed right behind, Sam next to you. “Can I use the bathroom real quick?” You asked, all of them nodded.
“We’ll meet you at the car, you know where it is right?” Sam asked and you nodded, jogging off to the side area where the bathrooms were.
As you walked back out, still shaking your hands a little to let them air dry more, you looked over to see Ari standing about fifteen feet down, surrounded by a group of three girls nonetheless. He had that signature smirk on his face that would make any girl really believe he was falling in love with them when all he wanted was a solid fuck and a quick goodbye.
All three of them giggled in sync at whatever he was saying, one of them getting closer to him every couple of seconds. He was just a woman magnet, and while you didn’t blame any of those girls for finding him attractive, their desperation was a bit embarrassing.
You chose not to think much of it, walking off and towards the front door of the arena to walk out and find Sam’s truck. Just before you approached the door, you heard someone call your name. You knew better than to turn around, but your instinct kicked in without any thought. And there stood Ari Levinson.
“Hey,” He said, standing there for a moment as if you were going to continue a conversation you hadn’t even started, “Uh, thanks for coming out.”“I was here for Bucky.” You quickly replied, pointing to the last name on your sweater.
“Well, I mean- yeah I knew that-““It’s what you tell every girl that comes to these games, right?” You said with a tight smile, “I saw you talking to your groupies back there.” He took a sigh to himself, looking down at the floor for a moment with his arms crossed over his chest. His hair fell a bit beyond his ears and over his forehead, him having to push it back as soon as he looked at you again.
“I really hate how you read me like an open book.”“I’m an English major, what can I say.” You immediately replied, letting him have a quick second to respond, and a quick second he left empty. You started to walk towards the door. “I gotta go, Buck’s waiting for me-“
“Can I get your number?” He asked next. You turned around to face him again with a confused look on your face. “Please?” You sighed out loud.
“For what exactly?” You asked. “I have nothing you want. I’m not going to have sex with you, or suck your dick for that matter.”“I don’t want you for sex and you know that.” He semi-aggressively stated, “I just- need someone to talk to sometimes. And you seem to be really good at listening and advice and all that stuff.”“Really?” You asked, even more confused than before. He nodded. “I’m not a therapist Ari.” He groaned out loud, letting his head fall back in frustration.
“I know just-“ He started, now approaching you and leaning down to whisper something. “Listen, I like you. More than other girls. I want to get your number to know you better, ya know, talk?”
“Could you say it louder for the people in back?” You smiled at him as he let out a very hearty sigh.
“Fine, I give up-““Just give me your phone.” You said, sticking your hand out. He gave you a look of slight disbelief. “I will give you my number.” He quickly dug the device out of his sweatpants pocket and handed it over. As soon as you typed it in, you handed it back.
“When do you leave?”“Tomorrow.”“Of course.” He sighed, pocketing his phone again. “You got any time to see me?”“What? For a date?”“Yeah, exactly that.” He replied, “We can do what you want. Coffee, lunch, I don’t care.”
“A coffee is fine.” You said back, “I’m leaving at 10. Meet me at 10:30 somewhere?”“I’ll text you the details.”
#chris evans#chris evans fanfiction#chris evans x reader#ari levinson#ari levinson x you#ari levinson fanfiction#ari levinson x female reader#ari levinson x reader#chris evans characters#chris evans x female reader#chris evans x y/n#chris evans x you
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Love and Hockey
The Brooklyn Avengers are the newest expansion team in the NHL. Created 5 years ago, the team has risen through the ranks to become one of the most successful franchises in the league. Their coach, former Boston Bruin and 3 time winning Stanley Cup player, Andy Barber, has led their team to the playoffs twice but they have yet to claim the cup for themselves. The team's Captain and starting center Steve Rogers, a Brooklyn native, couldn’t be happier to be on his home turf again, with his mom and wife to cheer him on. He’s joined by his best friend and assistant captain, Bucky Barnes, a favorite of the fans and the ladies around town. Left Winger, Johnny Storm, is always the life of the party, perhaps too much. The Avengers’ Defense men are forces to be reckoned with. Curtis Everett is a man of few words, but his loyalty and lethality on the ice is second to none. Despite possessing a charming smile and easy going personality, Ari Levinson can easily switch to his protective mode and he can be an unstoppable force when he needs or wants to be. Certainly not last or least, is Goalie Pietro Maximoff. Known for his lightning reflexes he’s known for moving fast on the ice as well as in life.
How will they all fare on and off the ice?
An NHL AU coming soon!
#steve rogers#bucky barnes#ari levinson#johnny storm#pietro maximov#curtis everett#andy barber#NHL Au
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SLEEPOVER LIST 4 : THE KING
(gif is not mine, all credits go to the author)
to remind of the rules :
you chose one possibility out of all five, ending with three elements then you send it to me and i write you a full fic on whatever you sent :)
THE CHRIS EVANS' :
steve rogers
johnny storm
ari levinson
jake jensen
andy barber
THE AU'S :
nurse!au
ceo!au
brother's best friend!au
hockey player!au
actor!au
THE TROPES :
trapped in an elevator
you're all grown up
'sorry i'm taken'
can't say i love you
break up to save him/her
#•°jin's 2k sleepover°•#chris evans smut#chris evans x black!reader#chris evans x black reader#chris evans fan fiction#chris evans imagine#chris evans x reader#chris evans fic#female reader#woc reader#black reader
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new college!hockey player!ari levinson fic comes out tmr!!!!!
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Holding- chapter 9 of Stick Handling Series
Characters: Ari Levinson, Syverson, Aika, Reader
Pairings: Ari x Reader, Syverson x reader, hint of Jake Jensen x Reader
Word count: 165
Reader Gender: Any/Neutral
Type: fluff
Warning: nothing really.
Author’s Note: I know I jumped over Chapter 8. Its in the works, and is directly follows the ending of Chapter 7 so... this drabble came from me having a multi-day migraine during the NHL playoffs and trying to watch my team. Thank you to @adulting-sucks for the beta as always, even tho she doesn't get hockey nor Syverson...
Summary: Reader doesn't feel well. Ari and Sy try to comfort Reader
Ask Box: Open
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You found yourself enveloped in Jake’s hoodie, hood pulled up. Your head hurts, pounding really. You sat cuddled into Ari, his arm draped around you and your favorite blankie. Aika is curled over your feet which were wrapped in soft fluffy socks.
You threw an arm over your eyes and whined. Your eyes couldn’t even focus on the players on the ice. And it was game 3 of the second round of playoffs. Your team was doing well. But you couldn’t get your head and eyes to cooperate.
“Can someone just tell me what’s going on?”
From the other end of the couch, you heard Sy’s mouth open as he tried to acquiesce to your request. And then silence. Dead silence except the soft voices of the dumb condescending commentators but the volume was turned down for your head’s sake.
Ari was the first to break, he pressed his mouth to your head, giggling into you. “He barely understands the game, sweets. But he’s trying.”
General Tag List: @littleone65, @mysweetlittledesire, @jvanilly
HC Tag LIst: @m07belzen, @used-to-be-bourbonwithice, @hawklin, @geralts-yenn @summersong69
Syverson tag list: @mrsevans90
#henry cavill#captain syverson#jake jensen#captain syverson fanfiction#captain syverson x reader#ari levinson#ari levinson drabble#ari levinson fanfiction#stick handling series#jake jensen x reader#aika#captain syverson fluff#hockey fic
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Sonny I had this thot on my mind for a long time but I reframed from sending it in case you didn’t like it, but just in case I wanted to let you know 🫶😫
Ari Levinson is a d1 6’9 collage level hockey player and with his lil sweet reader who is a 5’2 d1 collage level volleyball player….
And Ari always attempts to come to readers games if he doesn’t have practice or a game and he loves seeing his bunny in the short spandex shorts they have to wear, and when they win he always gives her a reward after the game👀
(That or Ari can play football because I know those seasons overlap)
-🌿 (p.s your work is so good omg has me swinging my legs when I read your fics 🤍🤍)
GAHH BESTIE MY SIZE KINK IS ACTIVATED !!
he has the biggest thickest fattest HEART (and cock, balls and boobs, ass too ofc). you're his little bunny, his sweet gf who can make his day a million times better with just a smile !! this beast of a man loves fucking you in mating press, loves watching you choke on his cock and struggle to suck his fat balls. hockey player ari sounds sexy hehe
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April, 6 Famous Birthdays List with celebrities Age, Networth and more
This Article features the List of all popular celebrities born on April, 6. This list contains 39 number of famous people who have their birthdays on April, 6.
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39 years old
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$3 Million
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$11 Million
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NA
Net-worth:
$500 Thousand
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37 years old
Net-worth:
$3 Million
Jason Hervey
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48 years old
Net-worth:
$2 Million
John Ratzenberger
TV Actor
73 years old
Net-worth:
$80 Million
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51 years old
Net-worth:
$2 Million
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TV Actress
68 years old
Net-worth:
$12 Million
Max Bemis
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36 years old
Net-worth:
$3 Million
Merle Haggard
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NA
Net-worth:
$40 Million
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TV Actor
65 years old
Net-worth:
$8 Million
Michele Bachmann
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64 years old
Net-worth:
$3 Million
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42 years old
Net-worth:
$4 Million
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75 years old
Net-worth:
$15 Million
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$30 Million
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Net-worth:
$20 Million
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Net-worth:
$70 Million
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22 years old
Net-worth:
$7 Million
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57 years old
Net-worth:
$2 Million
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NA
Net-worth:
$100 Thousand
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58 years old
Net-worth:
$250 Million
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NA
Net-worth:
$8 Million
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60 years old
Net-worth:
$13 Million
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45 years old
Net-worth:
$20 Million
Casper Smart
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33 years old
Net-worth:
$1 Million
Joe List
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38 years old
Net-worth:
$800 Thousand
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22 years old
Net-worth:
$4 Million
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51 years old
Net-worth:
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Flashing Friday: Either HL or the other hockey Ari one (the name escapes me? And I can't remember which one Aris the coach) where one of the team mates gets dared to skate naked on the ice and ends up out there when the reader is out practicing
“Don’t need to ask me twice,” Colin ripped his shirt clean off his body and swung it twice, the grey material bunching and slamming against the plexiglass as he approached the rink and set his hands upon the edge of the boards.
“Coach Levvy’s gonna kill you!” Colin looked over his shoulder and grinned at Jake, the blonde tipped player standing at the top of the stands with his arms crossed over his chest. “Don’t do it, Shea!”
“Do it, Shea! You like taking your clothes off!” Johnny encouraged the defence man with a goad, and the promise of beer.
“Fuck it!” Colin had stepped into the ice with a trail of clothes leading from the locker room to the edge of the ice, bare naked from head to heel, save for the pair of skates on his feet. “Viva La-“
“COLIN SHEA!” The aggressive and venomous taint to coach Levinson’s voice had nearly toppled the alpha over as he skated to a stop and spied his favourite coach storming down the stairs toward the ice, his blue eyes darkened as he looked from Colin to the other skater on the ice.
“This isn’t a nude beach, Shea. Clothes are required.” You skated toward him, ending your practice early when you noticed the towering alpha butt naked on the ice.
“Mornin’ Y/N. Nice day to skate.” Colin cheekily grinned and skated backward, eyeing the angry coach who had jumped over the boards, his face contorted in anger.
“He’s gonna kill you!” You chortled and skated a few steps back, raising an eyebrow toward the shameless player as he started stretching with his arms above his head and his cock half-hard from the cold.
“Coach have you ever skated naked?” Colin beamed and winked at you, the action resulting in a near feral warning growl from Ari.
Ari had skidded to a stop, first slipping his coat around your shoulders to envelop you in his scent, and then he grabbed Colin by the shoulder and started dragging him off the ice.
“You’re lucky I like you, Shea.” Ari had stopped near the boards and pushed Colin back into the boards, being sure to press his naked ass against the chilled surface. “But if I ever find you naked in front of my omega, I’ll kick your ass.”
“Yes sir, coach Levinson sir!” Colin stood tall and saluted, winking at you over Ari’s shoulder.
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Abo Wednesday: HL Ari is angry for some reason (maybe a dumb suspension or fine for a player if they do that in college, if not maybe it's when he's a pro coach) so the boys come and get his omega to try and help calm him down.
Johnny had never seen coach Levvy so mad; so aggravated by another person before and it made him wonder what was worse.
Was it the unfair suspension of Colin because of some stupid infraction started by the rival universities hockey team or the way Coach Levvy was silenced on the matter. In the end it hadn’t mattered because Colin was still suspended and Ari was still pissed.
He had locked himself away in his office, refusing to speak to anyone and the team was beyond worried for their favourite coach. They knew they wouldn’t have been able to get to him but they knew you could. Their response was quick, and Johnny had said nothing to you as he approached and threw you over his shoulder.
“Put me down, Storm!” It was only when you began throwing a fit and trying to kick him, did he finally speak to you.
“Cool it, ice Princess!” Johnny pinched the back of your thighs in response to your fidgeting, stilling you for a moment. “Coach Levinson is having a bad day and he needs his puck bunny.”
“Puck bunny? Storm…Ari’s not okay?”
“That’s what I said.” Johnny carried you through the halls as if you were nothing more than a sack of potatoes, stopping right in front of Ari’s office.
“Coach Levvy! Special delivery!” Johnny tapped on the door and nudged you forward before he stepped back and wait. “It’s your favourite puck bunny!”
“I am no one’s puck bunny-“ the door opened harshly, and you were silenced by the heaviness in Ari’s shoulders.
You turned toward him and frowned, your brows furrowing in response to his dejectedness. He wasn’t his usual self, he looked despiteful and angry and himself.
“Ari,” you whispered his name in disbelief, “are you okay?”
“I need you.” He sounded broken and you stepped into his office without hesitation, the door shutting and locking behind you.
“Take all the time you need, coach Levvs! Secretary Rogers has got this!”
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Can we hve a rundown on who’s who in HL hockey team/coahes?
absolutely!
Coach Ari Levinson — alpha who was an offensive player back in the day is now a coach and has been (while omega was not aware) head hunted to be coach for the Boston Bruins
Assistant Coach Steve Rogers — alpha who had been approached by Ari to be the assistant coach after Steve graduated with a bachelor’s degree in sports psychology and a minor sports management
Johnny Storm — alpha and offensive/forward right player who wants to be captain but is a little too hotheaded and arrogant
Lucas Lee — defensive/defense right player, Johnny and Lucas are a unit, ‘goon’ who has more penalty’s than most because he is a hothead
Colin Shea — offensive/forward left player that is tactical and fast, second only to Storm, has gotten in trouble more for stripping on and off ice
Nick Vaughn — defensive/defence left player behind Colin, usually has to stop Colin from stripping on ice (never works)
Jake Jensen — goalie, tactical with quick reflexes had started out as offence/forward but switched to goalie
I’m still in need of a team captain and one more alpha to be the offensive/forward centre — thinking someone to balance out Colin, Johnny & Lucas
#higher love series#higher love series: who’s who#higheer love series: meet the team#higher love series: meet the main players
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Higher Love — drabble #1
“Tinkerbell.” The nickname came as Storm followed Lee, Jensen and Vaughn down the hall toward the passage between the sections of the stand, attending the same event you were being made to attend.
“What do you want?” Your teammate scowled at the hockey players as they encroached on the section of the cement wall you were leaning against. “Don’t you have some puck bunnies to chase?”
“We’re here for the same thing you are, nutcracker. A bunch of middle school and high school students coming to see how the bigger, better athletes perform. And you know..” Johnny waved his hand in your direction, the corner of his lips twitching as a brief and wistful smirk threatened to form.
“…whatever it is that you do, Ice Princess.” Lee had finished the statement and raised his right arm, resting his forearm against the railing and cast his eyes on you and your teammate.
“Don’t bother the skaters,” Ari Levinson was quick to join, brushing past the boys waiting as he set down a clipboard on the plastic chair and briefly looked your way, “you have your own things to focus on.”
“Not bothering them, Coach Levvy. Just razzing them a bit. Isn’t that right, Ice princess?” Johnny had looked your way again, teasing you with mirth while Vaughn and Jensen rolled their eyes.
“We have nicknames for you too, ya know.” You folded your arms over your chest and scornfully fixated your glare upon him.
“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Lee drew out the sound and the words as he arrogantly and flirtatiously studied your teammate.
“Six second Storm,” you laughed under your breath and caught Ari’s gaze, holding it as you continued to speak, “I’ve heard first hand that’s all you’ve got to please your girls with.”
#higher love series#higher love series: drabble#alpha!professor!Ari Levinson#professor!alpha!Ari Levinson
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