you most likely should have been listening to the announcers while waiting for your placement, but you were too distracted to think. your head rested in your hands as you stared out toward the rink, where you'd just preformed your free skate to "edge of seventeen" by stevie nicks. your costume was incredible, feathered and something akin to angelic (a nod to the lyric "just like the white-winged dove", which you had a hunch would become your nickname).
your train of thought was interrupted by amber tugging the sleeve of your windbreaker. she was pretty much the only one keeping you and alysa in line these days. she whispered to you "they just said your name, look", and pointed to the screen before stepping away a bit as to not block the cameras from you.
"oh, and it seems she's just realized!" one of the announcers barked out a laugh, as you squinted toward the screen. your jaw dropped at the placement of silver. in the olympics. with a scoring of 148.96.
"oh my god!" you couldn't help but shout, smacking a hand over your mouth as you jumped up from your seat. you looked over the screen a bit more, noticing the name above yours. it brought an equal rush of excitement, to see "gold: alysa liu, 150.20"
your head snapped over to your girlfriend, who was already practically cheesing at your excitement. she found it hilarious that you were the last one to notice such a large moment in olympic history.
you wasted no time in running over to alysa, throwing your arms around her in a bone-(and costume)-crushing hug. you squealed excitedly, it was girlish and high-pitched, but you were too excited to care.
"we won! we won!" you jumped up in down, pulling back from the hug and opting to grab her hands instead.
"i know, i know!" she replied, laughing at your bunny-hopping. she let go of your hands, and without thinking, brought hers up to cradle your face, and kissed you. in front of everyone there, and their hundreds of cameras. you melted into it, as routine, but suddenly remembered where you were, pulled back, and looked around.
"uh oh." you giggled, looking over to alysa, who'd also realized what she'd done. you figured there's no going back now, so you wrapped your arms around her once more and shoved your face in her neck to hide your embarrassment.
"well, that's sure to ruffle some feathers." an announcer joked, as the camera zooms in on a quill falling off of your dress.
wait i like this one!!!!! see original request here ! also if you were the person who sent in a nat request (that i mentioned on my alysa post from yesterday), i think it deleted from my inbox or it glitched bc it's now gone? feel free to send it in again! also i saw stevie live so i was inspired to use her song
authors note :: sorry this is so short, im half asleep rn zzzzzz
alysa thinks being subtle is just not kissing you in public. so she’ll do stuff like stand too close, touch your waist for no reason, fix your hair, put her arm around you when she thinks nobody’s looking, and then act confused when people stare.
she’s ALWAYS carrying your stuff. everyone notices alysa holding your skate guards, your water bottle, your jacket, or even your phone. when someone asks her, she just says you’re “busy” like she’s your own personal assistant.
unfortunately, she’ll always be forgetting that the cameras exist. you’ll be walking into the arena and alysa will grab your hand out of instinct. then suddenly realize there’s a camera crew, and drops it so fast it’s like the floor burned her.
this girl is NOT media trained whatsoever. she’ll be exposing you guys left and right during interviews. for example, a reporter will be like, “who’s been your biggest support during this season?” and alysa, without hesitation, says your name.
she always looks for you first. and by always, i mean always. after her program, her eyes will immediately scan for you. not her coach, not her team, just you. and when she finds you, her whole face softens.
at team meetings, alysa sits beside you every time. even if there are open seats elsewhere, or even if coaches are watching. and if someone tries to sit next to you first, alysa just stares at them until they move.
one time, amber asked to borrow her phone to look something up. but when she opened alysa’s phone, your selfie is her lock screen. amber just slowly looks up, clocking the scene instantly. alysa snatches it back so fast.
she’ll whisper little nicknames into your ear while the cameras are watching, just to get you worked up. alysa calls you something cute like pretty girl, princess, angel, or baby. sometimes she says it so casually, like she doesn’t even realize it’s insane to say around other people.
alysa gets so defensive when people tease you. someone jokes like, “y/n, you’re always so pretty.” alysa immediately goes, “yeah, she is.” she realizes she just agreed way too enthusiastically and goes back to being quiet.
you’re in the hallway after one of your skates. you’re emotional, adrenaline high, and alysa cups your face. she leans in like she’s about to kiss you, then she stops. her eyes flick up and she sees a photographer. her whole body freezes before she whispers, “…we’re being watched.” and just walks away like nothing happened.
she hates interviews because she can’t lie. alysa is terrible at hiding her facial expressions. if a reporter says, “so, are you and y/n close?” alysa’s face goes blank, then she looks at you, then looks away. her face turns red immediately as she stutters out an answer like, “i mean, we are teammates.” knowing damn well you two are more than that.
one time she posted you “on accident.” alysa tried to post a picture of her skates, but your hand was in the photo with her holding it. the comments went crazy, but alysa just deleted it immediately.
pairing: alysa liu x fem! figure skater! reader summary: you both at the olympics and you have crush on alysa (secretly) warnings: fluff | friends to lovers | slow burn (kind of) | jealousy | english not my native language, possibly spelling mistakes gif not mine | pics not mine a/n: happy national women’s day ladies!! library
The Olympic Village was way louder than you expected.
Music blasted somewhere down the hallway, athletes laughed in a dozen languages, and the smell of cafeteria pasta drifted through the air.
You sat cross legged on Alysa’s bed while she paced around the room, still wearing her Team USA jacket.
“Okay but listen” - Alysa said, waving her hands dramatically - “I swear the medal feels heavier every time I pick it up.”
You snorted. - “That’s because you keep showing it to literally everyone.”
She turned and pointed the medal at you like evidence. - “Excuse me. If you won Olympic gold you’d do the same thing.”
Your heart did that annoying little flip it always did when she looked at you like that, grinning, hair messy, eyes bright with excitement. - “Maybe” - you admitted.
Alysa dropped onto the bed beside you, shoulder bumping yours. The medal clinked against the zipper of her jacket.
“Seriously though” - she said, softer now. - “I’m glad you’re here. The Olympics would be kinda boring without your skating”
You stared at the floor so she wouldn’t see your face heat up.
If only she knew how much that sentence meant to you.
You had been crushing on Alysa for months, since training camp, maybe even earlier, but you kept it locked away like a secret routine you never showed anyone.
Alysa suddenly leaned over and nudged your arm.
“You’re being weirdly quiet.”
“I’m thinking.”
“Dangerous” - she said immediately.
You laughed despite yourself.
Then she grabbed her medal again and held it up between you.
“Okay important question” - she said. “When we’re old and retired and telling people about the Olympics… do you think anyone will believe the amount of dumb stuff i did here?” - You laugh. - “Oh, absolutely not.”
She grinned back at you. - “Good” - Alysa said. - “That means we’ll have to come back and make even better stories.”
⸻
The next morning the Olympic Village felt calmer.
Snow fell lightly outside the glass windows of the dining hall, and athletes shuffled in wearing puffy jackets and sleepy expressions.
You were halfway through a salad when someone dropped into the chair across from you.
“Morning” - Alysa said.
Your brain immediately short circuited a little.
Her hair was still messy from sleep, and she had the gold medal hanging around her neck again like she refused to take it off.
“Seriously? You’re wearing it to breakfast?” - you asked.
She sighed - “I earned it.”
You couldn’t even argue with that.
Before you could say anything else, Isabeau slid into the seat next to you and glanced between the two of you with a suspicious grin.
“Ohhh” - she said really slowly. Alysa frowned. - “What?”
She pointed between you and Alysa. - “You two are very obvious.” - Your stomach dropped.
“What?” - you said way too quickly. Isabeau leaned forward. - “The way you look at her.”
Alysa blinked. - “Wait, what?”- “nothing, she’s just delusional” - you tried to cool it off.
“I’m just saying” - she added while walking away. - “if you’re gonna have a crush on an Olympic champion you should at least be subtle about it.”
Alysa turned toward you slowly. - “You have a crush on an Olympic champion?”
You stared at your plate like it had suddenly become the most interesting object in the universe.
“Of course not” - you muttered.
Alysa watched you for a second… then shrugged. - “Ok. People say weird stuff.”
You exhaled quietly, relief mixing with disappointment.
⸻
Later that afternoon you and Alysa walked through the Olympic Village together.
She waved to basically everyone.
Snowboarders. Skiers. Speed skaters.
“Do you know literally every athlete here?” - you asked.
“I’m very likable” - she said confidently.
You rolled your eyes.
Just then a tall skater from another country jogged up beside her.
“Hey, Alysa! Amazing skate yesterday!”
Alysa lit up instantly. - “Thanks!”
They started chatting excitedly about jumps and finals and training camps while you walked beside them quietly.
Then the other skater laughed and lightly bumped Alysa’s shoulder.
“Seriously though, we should hang out tonight. Some of us are going to a celebration thing.”
Alysa grinned. - “Yeah, maybe!”
Something weird twisted in your chest. But you told yourself it was nothing.
But when the skater walk away, Alysa glanced at you. - “Everything fine?” - “Yeah.”
“You look like someone stole your medal.” - “technically you did” - “but I’m fine” - you insisted.
She studied you for another second, then suddenly stopped walking. - “ugh, what?” - “You’re jealous.”
You almost tripped.
“I am not.”
Her grin slowly grew.
“Oh my god.”
“What??”
“You are.”
You groaned and started walking again. “Stop it.”
But Alysa jogged to catch up, walking backward in front of you.
“Wait wait wait” - she said. - “Who are you jealous of?”
“No one.”
“Is it the snowboarder from yesterday?”
“No.”
“The speed skater?”
“No!”
She stares at you like she was solving a puzzle.
“Then who-“
“Can we talk about literally anything else?”
She stopped walking. And you stopped too.
For a second neither of you said anything.
Snow drifted around between the Olympic dorm buildings.
Then Alysa spoke again, softer this time.
“Is it me?”
Your heart nearly stopped.
“What?”
“Are you jealous” - she said slowly - “because people keep trying to steal your best friend?”
“Yeah…” - you admitted.
She smiled. The joking smile she used with everyone else.
“Good” - she said. You blinked. - “Good?”
She stepped a little closer.
“I was worried you didn’t care.”
“I care” - you said quickly.
Alysa tilted her head.
“How much?”
The question hung in the air.
Your heart pounded so loudly you were sure she could hear it.
You were about to open your mouth-
But a group of athletes suddenly ran past yelling about some event happening in the main building.
Alysa laughed and stepped back.
“Let’s go” - she said, grabbing your sleeve. - “We should go see what’s happening.”
⸻
You followed her toward the noise, heart still racing.
The celebration in the main building was loud music, athletes shouting, someone starting a chant in another language, but you slipped out after a while. It was too crowded, too loud, and your brain kept replaying the moment from earlier.
“How much do you care?”
You leaned against the railing outside, watching the snow drift through the lights.
“Hey.”
You didn’t even need to turn around to recognize Alysa’s voice.
“You run away” - she said, stepping beside you.
“Just needed air.”
She nodded, leaning next to you. For a minute neither of you spoke. The music thumped faintly through the walls behind you.
Then she held her medal up again, letting it swing slightly.
“You know” - she said - “everyone keeps asking what the best part of the Olympics was.”
You smiled a little. - “Winning gold?”
“Okay yeah that’s second.”
You looked at her.
“What’s first then?”
She shrugged, but her voice was softer than usual.
“Being here with you.”
“Alysa-“
“I’m serious” - she said quickly. - “Everyone thinks the medal is the big thing. But honestly? Half the time I was just excited to be with you on rink, see you skate.”
The snow crunched softly as she shifted closer.
“You were there for everything” - she added. “Training. Nerves. All of it.”
You swallowed.
“You done the same things for me.”
“I did” - she said. - “But that’s not what I mean.”
“Alysa…”
She looked at you directly now.
“Before we got here” - she said - “when I asked how much you care… you were going to say something.”
You start panic.
“…Yeah.”
“You don’t have to say it if you don’t want to” - she said gently.
But somehow that made it harder not to.
You laughed quietly, shaking your head.
“This is going to ruin everything.”
“Why would it ruin anything?”
“Because” - you said, voice barely above a whisper. - “you’re my best friend. And if I tell you the truth and it’s weird then I lose that.”
Alysa frowned slightly.
“Lose me? That’s not happening.”
You took a deep breath.
“I have a crush on you.”
The words fell into the cold air between you.
For a second Alysa just stared at you.
Your stomach dropped.
“See?” - you said quickly. - “That’s exactly the reaction I was worried about. We can just forget-“
Then she started laughing.
“Alysa?” - you said, confused.
She covered her face for a second.
“Oh my god.”
“What?!”
“I thought you didn’t like me.”
Your brain completely froze.
“What?…”
She dropped her hands and looked at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“I’ve been trying to figure it out for months.”
“Figure what out?”
“If you liked me.”
You blinked.
“Wait.”
She grinned nervously.
“Yeah. Wait.”
“You… like me?”
Alysa rolled her eyes dramatically.
“You’re the worst Sherlock ever.”
Your heart was racing so hard you thought you might actually pass out.
“So…what does that mean?” - you asked.
She stepped a little closer.
Her colored hair glittered in the light.
“Well, It means” - she said - “my Olympic gold medal is cool…”
She reached down and gently took your hands.
“…but this might actually be the best thing that happened here.”
“So” - she added with a small smile - “can I kiss you now? Or do you need another twenty minutes to panic about it?”
“Definitely panicking.”
“Fair.”
But she didn’t let go of your hands.
And a second later, when she leaned in and kissed you softly in the snow outside, you realized something.
Maybe the Olympics weren’t the biggest moment of your life after all.
Just thinking about how Alysa looks so innocent to other people. Just clueless about dirty stuff. Most of the time, she doesn’t even show it. It’s simple: she knows you are hers, so why waste her time trying to prove it to anyone?
The most she’ll do in public is hold your hands from times to times. She isn’t big on PDA. At the beginning of your relationship, most people thought you two were just best friends from the lack of touch seen in public.
What people don’t know, is that she is an absolute freak. A dog in heat for you. If she could breathe in your pussy for the rest of her life she would do it without a doubt.
In the privacy of your shared apartment, Alysa is extremely kinky. She has no shame in expressing her ‘downbadness’ to you. She just can’t help it.
Every day, she wakes up and just raises up your shirt, taking your farm boobs into her hands. Doesn’t matter if she’s hot or cold, if she half asleep or hungover, if she’s sick or perfectly healthy; that girl needs her titties. She feels them up with her hands and kisses them for a good 10 minutes, as if she needed this to start her day well. If she’s really needy a morning, she might leave your nipples sore for the rest of the day.
She’s always touching you in someway. Her hands around your waist when she cooks, her head on your stomach when you cuddle.
There is at least one make out a day. She just can’t help herself. The feeling of her tongue sliding into your mouth is euphoric to her. From that alone, she gets really wet.
Extremely pussy drunk— that’s what she is. She can’t stop eating you. You taste so fucking good, you taste sweet. She can’t get enough of your taste and your scent. When she eats you out, she is messy and sloppy, it’s like she can’t act. She cries and whines if you even dare to pull her away.
“No please, baby. Stop.” She whined, feeling your fingers trying to pry her off. “One more, last one, I promise” she just manhandled your legs back open, spreading your pussy lips open. It was definitely not the last one…
She loves being near your pussy and sometimes not even in a sexual way. She just loves laying her head in between your thighs, you’re just so comfy.
Overall, Alysa is a sucker for you and your body. If she could crawl inside your skin and never come out she would. And she’s not even ashamed of it. She just doesn’t want the whole world to know that she cries in your pussy.
With your digital camera, you recorded Alysa, who was sat on your shared bed, a bowl of ice cream on her lap. You zoomed in on her arms; they had long red scratches on them as if she had been attacked by a cat. The cat being you obviously. “Here baby”, she held out her spoon, looking at your with love eyes. “Why are you acting like you weren’t crying in my pussy 20 minutes ago?” You snorted. “Because it was a life changing experience.” She replied in a duh tone. “Show me your neck.” You demanded. She proudly lowered down her shirt, revealing her hickey-covered flesh. “My wife did this y’all.” “Yeah cause you were so needy.”
☆ summary: after a few tiring weeks at the olympics, you make sure your best friend alysa knows how loved she is (and she does the same for you)
☆ warnings: p0rn with a little plot, sweet lesbian sex, friends to lovers, oral (reader receiving), scissoring, little bit of squirting, fluff and smut, cuteness overload
☆ title from: fragile by laufey (we all know our girl loves laufey!)
☆ word count: 1271
☆ shoutout to anon for the request <3
☆ enjoy!!!
exhausted. that was the only word that could properly describe how you and alysa felt as the olympics came to a close.
from her endless performances and interviews, to your running around, helping out and supporting her whenever you could, you were both ready for a break.
following the very long (and somewhat boring) olympic closing ceremony, you decided to take alysa out for a celebratory treat.
once you had told her about your interest in milan's best gelato shop, she had said, "you know that's not part of an athlete's diet," with a smile on her face."
you already won gold for the country, i think they'll let you get away with some ice cream," you replied, half-seriously.
"fine, but if my coaches catch us, i'm blaming you," she giggled back.
"deal," you replied, fondly rolling your eyes at her antics.
you two quickly slipped in and out of the gelato shop, trying not to draw attention to yourselves. you could tell alysa was enjoying pretending not to be one of the most famous people in milan.
you two walked arm in arm back to your hotel. that was where alysa had been sneaking in to have sleepovers, avoiding sleeping in the olympic village with her teammates.
"it's a beautiful night, look at the moon," alysa said to you softly. she always took note of the moon and the stars.
"the night's not as beautiful as you," you replied, taking both her and yourself by surprise.
"you can't just say things like that!" she told you, pretending to be mad.
though alysa was your best friend, you had always felt more for her and you had a feeling she felt the same way. it was just too much, the little smiles, the kisses on the cheek, the sleepovers.
anyone else could see that you two were head over heels for each other, but just too scared to admit it. but maybe tonight you would.
once you reached the hotel, you quickly snuck into your hotel room, hoping alysa's iconic hair wouldn't get you both recognized.
you unlocked the door and led alysa in, holding her hand. you both sat on the bed and looked nervously into each other's eyes.
you both could feel the tension rising in the air, and you had a feeling tonight was the night you would become more than friends.
you felt alysa's hand lightly stroke your cheek as you gazed into her eyes, "can i kiss you?" she asked nervously.
"i was hoping you'd ask me that," you smiled back, joy filling your entire body.
you both leaned in, lightly pressing your lips together. you couldn't help but grin into the kiss, overjoyed to be this close to alysa.
the kiss got more intense as you moved onto alysa's lap, feeling her hands reach under your shirt.
you lifted your arms up so she could take your shirt off, and then you gestured for her to do the same.
you pressed soft kisses along alysa’s cheeks as you ran your hands down her sides and reached down to unbutton her pants, pulling them off too.
with alysa in just her bra, she glowed in moonlight.
"you're very beautiful, you know," you said to alysa honestly.
"i'm not just saying that because you're almost naked, you are very beautiful all the time."
you saw a light blush appear on alysa's cheeks after you said that.
she smiled widely, leaning in to press a soft kiss onto the corner of your mouth.
"the beauty you see in me is a reflection of the beauty in you," she said earnestly. she always managed to take your breath away, with her casually profound thoughts.
now you were the one with a giddy smile on your face, leaning in to kiss her again.
you deepened the kiss as you ran your hands across alysa's shoulders, down to her breasts.
you lightly pinched one nipple, as you brought your lips down to kiss all around her chest, making her smile.
you looked up, only to see alysa staring back down with both desire and love in her eyes.
you ached to feel her body against yours, her lips against yours again.
alysa lightly grabbed your chin and moved you towards her, to kiss her again.
she then pulled away and said," it's not fair that i'm naked and you're not," she pouted.
"i want to see you," alysa said, with want in her eyes.
you hesitated, unsure about fully exposing yourself to alysa.
"i...i didn't shave," you said to her nervously, scared to meet her eyes. you hadn't known tonight was going to be the first night you spent with alysa as more than friends.
"oh babe, you think i care about that?" she scoffed.
"you could come to me in any shape or form, and as long as it was you, i'd still think you were beautiful.
"you widely smiled at that, giddy to be so appreciated by your closest friend.
"okay," you said, allowing alysa to pull down your pants and underwear, exposing your pussy to the air.
after that, she quickly unhooked your bra and began to mouth at your nipples, licking and biting at them.
you let out a sigh as you felt alysa’s hands trail down your body, and reach between your thighs. she began to lightly stroke your clit with her fingers as you felt yourself growing wetter.
"does that feel good babe?" she asked, though you had a feeling she already knew the answer.
"yes," you breathed out, "but i want more."
alysa smirked at that, she moved her hands to pull your legs further apart and leaned in to taste you.
alysa swirled her tongue around your clit, then licked at your wet folds. you felt breathless as she pushed her tongue into you, letting you grind back onto her face.
once alysa felt your legs beginning to shake as you neared your orgasm, she pulled away.
you whined in response and opened your eyes just to see alysa licking her lips and smiling at you.
"don't worry," she said softly, "i'll take care of you."
as she said that alysa gestured for you to move and lie down on the bed. once you did so, she spread your legs as she sat down on top of you, letting her soaked pussy kiss your own.
you both let out a little cry as you felt your clits make contact. you moaned even louder as you felt alysa begin to move, grind her pussy down on top of yours, feeling her wetness mix with your own.
"that feels so good," you sighed, feeling alysa begin to grind down even harder after you said that.
"i can't believe it took us so long to finally do this," she said breathlessly.
you nodded, feeling your pussy leaking onto hers as both of you neared your climax.
alysa let out little cries as her clit kissed yours, getting louder as she reached her orgasm and you felt some liquid gush out of her pussy onto yours.
at that you reached your own orgasm, letting out a yelp as your pussies continued to grind against each other, working both of you through your climaxes.
once your orgasms had passed, alysa gently lifted herself off of you, and laid down next to you on the bed.
you reached for her hand and pulled her closer to you, “i love you, you know,” you whispered in her ear.
“i love you even more,” she replied, as you wrapped your arm around her and nosed into her neck.
