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So sorry about so many requests, I really like your work and how you write her! I’ve not seen many people do these like this but can you do a one shot of applejack x reader?
But for this, it’s the reader trying to plan the perfect date for applejack but it goes differently than planned but applejack thinks it’s still perfect date?
Thank you so much! Again your work is great!
Keep sending requests I love them! But I love this idea!!
Best Kinda Date
Apple Jack x Fem!Reader
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You had it all planned out.
A hayride through Sweet Apple Acres at golden hour, followed by a picnic under the stars with homemade sandwiches, her favorite cider, and a playlist of songs she secretly liked but wouldn’t admit to. It was supposed to be sweet, simple, and perfectly Applejack.
But then it rained.
Hard.
You stood under the wooden bus stop near the edge of town, soaked, holding a wicker picnic basket, glaring up at the stormy sky. Applejack jogged up a minute later in her flannel and jeans, soaked just like you.
“Aw shoot,” she said, tipping her dripping hat back. “Wasn’t s’posed to rain ‘til tomorrow.”
You groaned. “The hayride’s canceled. And the picnic’s ruined. And the music… yeah, probably not smart to play my speaker in this monsoon.”
She just smiled, wiping water off her cheek. “So?”
You blinked. “So?! This was supposed to be our first real date, AJ. And now it’s… this.”
Applejack looked around the tiny shelter, then plopped down on the bench and patted the seat next to her. “Sit.”
You sighed but obeyed, still pouting.
She nudged your side. “Y’know what I see? You goin’ through all this trouble to make somethin’ nice for me. You even remembered my favorite cider. That’s already perfect.”
“But we’re drenched. The sandwiches are soggy. And your hat’s ruined.”
She chuckled and tossed the floppy hat on the ground. “It’s just a hat. I got a million. But only one you.”
You looked at her, stunned.
Applejack blushed slightly. “Listen, sugarcube, I don’t care if we’re sittin’ on a fancy blanket or under this rickety shelter. Long as I’m with you, it’s a good date.”
There was a pause, then you laughed softly, resting your head on her shoulder. “You’re so cheesy.”
“Yup. And you like it.”
You reached into the basket, pulling out the slightly squashed cupcakes you packed for dessert. “Wanna share a soggy cupcake?”
Applejack grinned. “Best cupcake I’ll ever eat.”
And honestly, maybe it wasn’t the date you planned.
But it was definitely your favorite too.
Could you do dating applejack headcannons?
Thanks!
Ofcc!!
Apple Jack x Reader dating
Headcannons
Apple Jack x Reader
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Hard-Working Power Couple
She adores when you help out on the farm, whether you’re actually useful or just there for moral support. She’ll insist you take breaks, handing you ice-cold apple cider and giving you a playful wink when she catches you staring at her muscles.
Gentle PDA
She’s not huge on mushy public displays, but she will pull you close by your belt loops when no one’s looking. Expect forehead kisses, an arm draped around your shoulders, and her hat plopped on your head when she’s feeling flirty.
Protective as Heck
Applejack is fiercely loyal. If someone’s rude to you, she’ll step right in front of you with that low, warning drawl. “You got somethin’ to say, sugarcube?” She won’t let anyone mess with her girl.
Your Personal Chef
She insists you eat well. Weekend mornings are for her homemade apple fritters, pancakes, and fresh juice. She beams with pride if you compliment her cooking — and pouts if you skip breakfast.
Late Night Talks
After a long day’s work, you’ll often find yourselves lying on a hay bale under the stars. She’ll talk about her dreams, her family, and how much you mean to her in her calm, quiet voice that makes you feel safe.
Borrowing Her Clothes
She secretly loves when you wear her flannel shirts or old farm jackets. She’ll tease you, but the sight always makes her cheeks a bit pink.
Little Nicknames
She calls you “sugar,” “darlin’,” or “sweetpea.”
Family is Family
She’ll bring you into the Apple family like you’ve always belonged there. Granny Smith loves you, Big Mac nods his quiet approval, and Apple Bloom adores you like an older sister.
HEYYA!! CAN YOU PLS DO PINKIE PIE X FEM READER BEFORE DATING AND AFTER DATING HEADCANONS???
Yesss!!
Pinkiepie x Fem!Reader before and
after dating head cannons
Pinke Pie x Fem!Reader
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Before Dating
Obvious Crush:
Pinkie is terrible at hiding how much she likes you. She bounces extra high when you’re around, talks a mile a minute, and somehow always finds an excuse to sit next to you.
Little Gifts:
She’s always giving you tiny treats — a cookie, a lollipop, a doodle she made of you two as ponies. If you mention liking something, expect to find it on your doorstep the next day.
Extra Helpful:
Pinkie volunteers to help you with anything — carrying stuff, baking for your bake sale, cheering you up when you’re tired. She does it all with the excuse that she “just loves helping!” (Really, she just loves you.)
Mini Parties:
Whenever you do something small — pass a test, finish chores — she insists on celebrating with you. She uses it as an excuse to spend more time together.
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After Dating
Daily Surprises:
Now that you’re hers, she dials it up to ten. She brings you cupcakes with silly messages, plans “just because” parties, and drags you along for sugar-fueled adventures.
Affection Bomb:
Pinkie’s hugs are 10x longer, her kisses are everywhere (forehead, cheek, nose), and she’s always close — her arm hooked through yours or her head on your shoulder.
Random I Love Yous:
She’ll say “I love you” at the most random moments — in the middle of telling a joke, when she hands you a cupcake, or halfway through a sugar rush giggle fit.
Your Partner in Fun:
She wants to make everything an adventure with you — grocery shopping turns into a game, rainy days mean blanket forts and snack piles. She loves turning the ordinary into something silly and sweet.
Memory Keeper:
She keeps tickets, notes, photos — anything that reminds her of you. She has a secret box under her bed that’s basically a shrine to your relationship.
Your Safe Place:
Underneath all the silliness, Pinkie is serious about making you happy. If you’re sad, she’ll drop the party planning to just hold you and listen. She wants you to know she’s not just fun — she’s your best friend too.
Hello!! I love your headcanons, I tried to find Pinkie Pie one but I couldn't :( Could you please do Pinkie Pie x Fem reader dating headcanons?? Thank youuu!!
Yess ofc!! Im glad you like my head cannons :))
Pinkie Pie x Fem!Reader Headcannons
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Mini Adventures:
A date with Pinkie is never just a normal date. She’ll drag you on a spontaneous candy shop crawl, or convince you to help her deliver surprise cupcakes to random ponies — just because it’s “fun spreading smiles with you.”
Constant Contact:
If she’s standing next to you, she’s either holding your hand, linking arms, or leaning on your shoulder. She doesn’t even notice she’s doing it — it just feels right to her.
Late Night Talks:
Sometimes she’ll call you late at night when she can’t sleep. She rambles about silly things at first — new recipes, party ideas — but then she gets quiet and tells you how much she loves having you in her life.
Your Personal Party:
When you’re feeling down, Pinkie doesn’t just cheer you up — she spoils you. She’ll show up with balloons, your favorite snacks, and probably a ridiculous
homemade crown that says “Best Person Ever.
Little Memories:
She snaps tons of goofy photos of you two. She keeps them in a scrapbook she tries to hide, but you’ve caught her flipping through it with the biggest smile.
Silly Songs:
She makes up dumb songs about you on the spot — sometimes in public. She’ll sing them while baking, bouncing around the kitchen with you like it’s the most normal thing ever.
No Such Thing as Boring:
Even quiet days feel fun with her. If you’re doing something normal — like grocery shopping — she’ll push the cart while standing in it, or sneak candy into the cart just to see you roll your eyes and laugh.
Let me know if you want more!!
Hello! Can you do like applejack x fem!reader headcanons of dating her? Or maybe a one shot of her taking care of the reader when they’re sick, or how she asked them out? Whichever you prefer!
Yess!! Lmk if you want more!
A Simple Question
Apple Jack x Fem!Reader
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Then you heard boots in the grass and looked up — it was Applejack. She was wearing her usual hat and that plaid shirt she always rolls the sleeves on. She waved at you with that big smile she always does.
“Hey there, sugarcube,” she said. She always calls you that, and it always makes your face feel warm.
“Hey AJ,” you said back, putting your phone down. “What’s up?”
She walked over and leaned on the tree next to you. She looked a little fidgety, which was weird for her, ‘cause she’s always so chill. She kept messing with her hat and not really looking at you at first.
“So uh…” she said, then laughed a little. “Ah ain’t really good at this kinda thing, so I’m just gonna say it.”
You sat up straighter, your heart kinda speeding up. “Say what?”
Applejack finally looked at you, her cheeks kinda red. “Ah was wonderin’ if… maybe ya wanna be my girlfriend?” She said it all in one breath, then looked away real quick like she was embarrassed.
You felt your heart basically explode in your chest. You kinda giggled ‘cause she was so cute when she was nervous.
“Yeah,” you said. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
Applejack’s whole face lit up and she laughed, kinda relieved. She tipped her hat back and grinned at you. “Well shoot, ya just made my whole week.”
She reached out and grabbed your hand, squeezing it real gentle. Her hand was warm and a little rough but you didn’t mind at all.
“Wanna come by the farm tomorrow? We can hang out and pick apples or somethin’. Just us,” she said.
“Yeah,” you said, squeezing her hand back. “I’d love that.”
Applejack smiled so big you thought your heart was gonna melt right there. She leaned in and gave you a quick hug before she walked off, waving over her shoulder.
And you just sat there under the tree, hugging your knees and grinning like an idiot because you just got asked out by Applejack — and now you’re her girlfriend.
~ New Kicks ~
Rainbow Dash x Fem!Reader
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The smell of fresh-cut grass and turf filled the air as you tightened the laces on your cleats. Canterlot High’s soccer field stretched wide before you — familiar and unfamiliar all at once. Your old school never had a team like this. Bigger school. Bigger field. Bigger nerves.
And apparently, bigger attitudes.
“Hey. New kid.”
You looked up to find Rainbow Dash standing in front of you, arms crossed over her chest, eyebrow raised. Her posture screamed confidence — maybe a little too much — and her gaze held that spark of challenge you recognized from every cocky forward you’d ever played against.
“I’m Rainbow Dash. Captain. Which means I’m stuck showing you around today. Lucky me.”
You blinked. “Oh. Uh, thanks. I guess.”
She motioned toward the lockers, walking ahead without waiting. You jogged to catch up, feeling the heavy air between you — not tense, exactly, but definitely not welcoming.
“So,” she said without turning, “you’re the big soccer star from… where was it? Cloudsdale? No. Some fancy prep school?”
“Crystal Prep.”
“Right. Figures.”
You frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Rainbow shrugged, flashing a small, not-so-friendly grin. “Nothing. Just... heard you were good. Like, really good. Guess we’ll see about that at practice.”
Her words should’ve stung, but something told you this wasn’t about you being new. It was about you being a threat. A quiet warmth curled in your chest.
“You worried I’ll take your spot?” you teased, unable to help yourself.
She stopped, turning sharply on her heel to face you. Her eyes narrowed just slightly — more confused than angry.
“What? No. I’m captain for a reason. I don’t lose my spot.”
“Sure,” you said lightly. “Just making sure.”
For half a second, Rainbow’s mouth opened like she was going to say something sharp — but instead she shut it and spun around again.
“C’mon. The field’s this way. Coach wants to see what you can do.”
The tour turned quiet after that. Rainbow pointed out the locker rooms, the benches, the supply closet — all with clipped words and no extra smiles. The only time she cracked was when you tripped slightly on the turf, laughing under her breath.
“Nervous, new girl?”
“Nope. Just thinking about how easy it’s gonna be to score on you.”
That made her stop in her tracks. She looked back over her shoulder, a flicker of fire in her eyes... but something else too. A twitch at the corner of her mouth. Almost a smile.
“We’ll see,” she muttered.
Practice came fast — a blur of passing drills, sprints, scrimmages. And you were good. Your footwork, your speed... even the coach raised an eyebrow more than once.
But Rainbow Dash was fast. Aggressive. Fierce in a way you hadn’t expected. Every time you got the ball, she was there. Like she couldn’t help herself.
And after you nutmegged her — slid the ball neatly between her feet and grinned as you sprinted past — she finallycracked.
“Oh, come on!” she barked, catching up as the play broke. “You totally planned that!”
“I mean... yeah? It’s soccer?”
She glared — but there was color in her cheeks. Frustration... or something else.
“You’re too good,” she muttered. Like it hurt to say it. Like pulling teeth. “I don’t like it.”
You leaned closer with a grin. “Jealous, Captain?”
Her eyes widened slightly. “What? No! Pfft. Please.” She crossed her arms tightly. “I just... don’t like being shown up. That’s all. It’s... my team.”
You tilted your head. “You know you can like me and still be captain, right?”
She froze — caught off guard, like you’d just tackled her without warning.
“I don’t like you,” she mumbled, clearly lying. “I just... don’t not like you. Yet.”
You laughed — and for the first time, so did she. A real one.
“Okay, new girl,” Rainbow said, rolling her eyes. “Maybe you’re not that bad. But don’t expect me to go easy on you. Tomorrow... one-on-one.”
“Looking forward to it,” you said softly.
As you both turned back to the locker room, her shoulder bumped yours — not by accident. And maybe she didn’t like you yet. But the blush on her face said she might.
Eventually.
Pleasee some Lynn Loud Jr. smut
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Im sorry I don’t do smut you can request anything else though !!
~ Mixed Signals ~
Chizuru Yoshida x Fem!Reader
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You weren’t sure when it started — the strange way your chest tightened whenever you looked at Chizuru Yoshida.
It was stupid, probably. She was loud, goofy, always bouncing off the walls, always yelling at someone — usually Ryu Sanada.
Just like now.
Across the courtyard, you watched her lightly punch Ryu’s shoulder, scowling at him. He only blinked slowly, unbothered as ever. They looked so comfortable together — like puzzle pieces fitting perfectly, even when they didn’t make sense.
It made your stomach sink.
Of course she liked him. Didn’t everyone think that? They were childhood friends, inseparable. She got so mad when he didn’t pay attention. She leaned on him, called him names, laughed in his face. That’s what love looked like... right?
“Hey,” her voice broke into your thoughts. You jumped.
Chizuru grinned, leaning over your desk, way too close, smelling like lemon shampoo.
“Spacing out again? What’s up with you lately?”
“N-nothing,” you muttered, pretending to fix your notebook.
“Liar.” She plopped into the desk beside you, spinning a pencil between her fingers.
Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Ryu watching you both from his seat. A strange, unreadable look on his face — like he knew something you didn’t.
“Hey...” you mumbled, hesitant. “You and Ryu... you’re close, huh?”
Chizuru blinked. “Yeah? Why?”
“...Do you like him?”
She stared. Then laughed — not mean, but surprised.
“Me? Like that? No way!” She grinned, but there was something awkward in it, like she didn’t know why you’d ask. “Why’s everyone keep saying that lately?”
You fiddled with your pen. “It just... seems like you do.”
“Well, I don’t.”
A beat of silence.
“Why? Would you care if I did?” she teased lightly, elbowing you in the side.
Your stomach flipped.
“N-no. I was just... wondering.”
Chizuru tilted her head, frowning a little. “Weird. You’ve been acting all distant these days.”
“I haven’t.”
“You have.”
A pause.
“I just thought maybe you liked him,” you admitted softly.
She leaned her chin on her hand, staring right at you.
“...I don’t know who I like.”
Your heart skipped.
“Maybe I’m broken or something. Ryu’s just Ryu — he’s boring, I don’t feel... that way about him.” She scrunched her nose. “But lately, I feel weird around someone else...”
“Who?”
Chizuru opened her mouth — and the bell rang, cutting the moment in half.
“Oh, shoot — lunch’s over!” she said, jumping up fast, like the conversation never happened. “C’mon, we’ll be late!”
She tugged your sleeve without thinking — her hand brushing yours — holding it for just a second too long before realizing and letting go, her cheeks pink.
“Ah — s-sorry,” she laughed nervously. “Habit, I guess.”
You stood there, heart pounding, not moving.
Chizuru grinned over her shoulder. “You coming, or what?”
She didn’t like Ryu.
But who did she like?
No answers. No confessions. Just quiet, mixed-up feelings.
And a little hope.
Confused Feelings on Ice (Part 7)
~ Fingers Tangled ~
Riley Andersen x Hockey!Girl reader
——————————————————————————— We were walking home from school, the sky painted pink from the setting sun. The air was chilly, and I pulled my jacket tighter around me, but honestly, I wasn’t cold.
You were walking right beside me, and I kept stealing glances at you, wondering if you felt the same fluttery weirdness I did.
Then, suddenly, your hand brushed mine.
I didn’t pull away.
Instead, I reached out, fingers trembling a little, and gently wrapped my hand around yours.
You looked up, surprised, eyes wide. Then you smiled — the kind of smile that made my whole world spin.
We walked the rest of the way like that, fingers tangled, hearts racing, saying everything without a single word.
And somehow, that was exactly what I needed.
~ Acting Normal (But Not Really) ~ (Riley’s POV — The Post-Hand-Holding Disaster)
After we held hands, I swear my brain short-circuited. Like, big time.
We were sitting in class, and I tried so hard to focus on the teacher, but all I could feel was your hand lightly squeezing mine.
I kept pretending to write notes but mostly just doodled little hearts in the margins. Totally obvious hearts.
You glanced over and caught me staring, and I freaked. I dropped my pencil (thankfully it didn’t roll away), and you laughed—like a soft, cute laugh that made my cheeks burn even more.
Then the teacher asked me a question and my voice cracked so bad I thought I’d turn invisible right then and there.
Later, in the hallway, we both tried to act cool, but instead we ended up walking way too close and bumping shoulders like idiots.
You whispered, “We’re terrible at this.”
I nodded, grinning. “Yeah. But at least we’re terrible together.”
~ Confession Chaos ~
You and Riley were sitting on the bleachers after practice, the rink mostly empty except for a few late stragglers.
Your heart was pounding. So was hers.
You glanced at her, took a deep breath, and started, “I—”
At the same moment, Riley said, “I—”
You both froze, eyes wide, realizing you tried to say the same thing.
You both laughed nervously.
“Uh… you go first?” you said, trying to smile.
“No, no! You!” Riley said, waving you on like it was some kind of awkward game show.
You both giggled and tried again—this time, you accidentally spoke over each other.
“I like—”
“I like—”
“YOU!”
“YOU!”
You burst out laughing, cheeks burning bright red.
Riley shook her head, smiling wide. “Wow. We’re the worst at this.”
You grinned back. “But at least we’re the worst together.”
“Does that count as a confession?” she teased.
You teased back. “Definitely.”
~ The Real Confession ~
You and Riley were sitting on the bleachers again, the rink quiet except for the faint sound of skates scraping the ice.
This time, no rushing, no talking over each other. Just two nervous hearts.
You took a deep breath, looked into her eyes, and said, “Riley… I really like you.”
She smiled, cheeks pink, and whispered back, “I really like you too.”
You both laughed softly, the tension melting away.
She reached out, taking your hand gently in hers.
“No more messing up, okay?” she said, grinning.
“Okay,” you agreed, squeezing her hand.
And in that quiet moment, it felt like everything was finally right.
~ The Awkward Hug ~
You and Riley were standing outside the rink after practice, the cold air swirling around you both.
Riley shuffled her feet, glancing at you nervously.
“So… uh… can I hug you?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.
You blinked, surprised but happy. “Yeah… yeah, sure.”
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around you—but only halfway, like she wasn’t totally sure what she was doing.
You both froze for a second, awkward as heck.
Then you laughed softly and squeezed her tighter.
Riley relaxed and hugged you back properly, warmth spreading through you despite the cold.
“It’s nice,” she said quietly.
“Yeah,” you agreed, smiling against her jacket.
For a moment, everything felt calm and right—just you two, the cold air, and that soft, awkward hug that meant way more than words.
Confused Feelings on Ice (Part 6)
~ The Great Almost-Confession Fail ~
Riley Andersen x Hockey!Girl reader
——————————————————————————— You and Riley were sitting on the bench after practice, sipping your hot chocolates. The steam curled up in the chilly air and made everything feel cozy.
You wanted to say the thing. The BIG thing. But your brain was doing somersaults.
“So… uh…” you started, then stopped. What even was the thing?
Riley looked at you, her cheeks pinker than usual. “Yeah?”
You took a deep breath. “I mean… I like hockey.” Smooth, right? Real smooth.
She blinked. “Yeah. Me too.”
You both laughed nervously.
“Wait, I meant…” you scrambled for words. “I mean, I like, um… you. Like… you-know.”
Riley’s eyes went wide. “Oh! You mean… hockey?”
“No! Not hockey!” you said, face heating up. “I mean you. Like, like-like.”
She giggled. “Like-like?”
“Yes!”
Riley nodded slowly, smiling. “I like-like you too.”
You felt like your heart was gonna burst out of your chest.
Then you both looked away at the same time and knocked your hot chocolates over.
“Oops,” Riley said, grinning sheepishly.
You both laughed and reached for napkins.
“Maybe confessing isn’t our thing,” you joked.
Riley shrugged. “We’re better at hockey anyway.”
You smiled, your fingers brushing hers under the table.
And honestly? That was way better than words.
~ The Almost-First-Kiss ~
— So close, but not yet
You and Riley were sitting on the couch after another snowy day of hanging out. The room was warm, but your heart was pounding so loud you were pretty sure Riley could hear it too.
You both looked at each other — eyes locked, cheeks pinker than usual.
Riley slowly leaned in, her breath shaky. You leaned in too, your brain screaming DON’T MESS THIS UP.
Your noses brushed.
Your hearts flipped.
But then—
Thump!
Riley’s phone buzzed loudly from the coffee table, breaking the moment.
You both jumped and pulled back, laughing nervously.
“Uh… false alarm,” Riley said, cheeks flaming.
You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and smiled sheepishly.
“Maybe next time?” you whispered.
Riley nodded, grinning. “Definitely next time.”
And even though you didn’t actually kiss, that moment felt like the best thing ever.
~ Accidentally Noticing ~
It was one of those days where everything felt kinda normal — lockers slamming, people talking, the usual school chaos.
I was walking down the hall when I caught a glimpse of you from across the way.
And wow. Just wow.
Your hair was all messy in the best way, like you’d just come from hockey practice but still looked… honestly, really pretty. Like, made-my-heart-flip pretty.
I blinked and tried to act casual. But I’m sure I totally failed.
Then I noticed you were looking at me too.
Your eyes met mine, and I swear I saw your cheeks turn pink.
Okay, so maybe I wasn’t the only awkward one here.
You smiled nervously and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
I felt my stomach do a flip-flop.
“Hey,” I said, trying to sound chill.
“Hey,” you replied, voice a little breathy.
We both looked away quickly, pretending to check our phones but definitely still thinking about how pretty the other one was.
Honestly? It was a total mess.
But a good mess.
Because even if we couldn’t say it out loud yet, we both knew.
~ Trying to Say the Thing ~
— The Awkward Confession Attempt)
We were sitting in the cafeteria, just after lunch rush had died down. You were sitting across from me, laughing at something stupid I said, and honestly, my heart was doing backflips.
I wanted to say the thing. You know, the thing.
But my brain had other plans.
“Hey,” I started, then stopped. My mouth felt all dry.
You looked up at me, eyebrows raised.
I tried again. “So… uh… do you think maybe—like—uh…”
Why was this so hard?
You smiled encouragingly. “Maybe what?”
“Maybe we’re… um… like, you know…”
Your smile got bigger, but you didn’t say anything.
I panicked inside. “Like, I mean, like-like. You know. Like more than hockey teammates.”
Your cheeks turned pink.
“Yeah, I know,” you said softly.
I felt like I’d just won the gold medal in awkwardness.
“Okay. Cool. Just… wanted to say it.”
You laughed. “You said it.”
And somehow, even though I tripped over my words a million times, it was the best conversation we’d had all week.
Confused Feelings on Ice (Part 5)
~ The Goofy Hockey Practice ~
Riley Andersen x Hockey!Girl reader
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The rink was buzzing with the usual noise — skates scraping ice, sticks clacking, coaches yelling stuff no one really hears.
Riley and you were supposed to be “just teammates,” but honestly? That was hard today.
From the second you stepped on the ice, your brain was like: Don’t trip. Don’t trip. Don’t trip.
And guess what? You totally almost tripped.
Riley skated up beside you, trying (and failing) to look chill. Her cheeks were pink from the cold, but also, probably, from nerves.
“Hey,” she said, kind of awkward but smiling.
“Hey,” you replied, your voice cracking just a little. Ugh.
During drills, you kept bumping into each other—accidentally, of course. The third time Riley “accidentally” grabbed your arm to steady herself, your heart nearly exploded.
“You okay?” you asked, trying to sound casual but probably failing.
“Yeah! Totally,” Riley said too fast. “You?”
“Uh… yeah.”
The puck slid loose near the boards and you both went for it — and bumped heads. Oof.
“Ow!”
“Sorry!”
“Me too!”
You both laughed, and suddenly it didn’t feel so scary to be around each other.
Coach blew the whistle and yelled, “Focus, girls!” but you were just smiling at each other like, “This is fun.”
At the end of practice, Riley skated over, grinning.
“Wanna grab hot chocolate?” she asked.
You nodded fast. “Definitely.”
And maybe on the ice you were a little awkward and goofy. But off the ice? You felt like you could be yourself.
And that was way better than any goal you’d ever scored.
Confused Feelings on Ice (Part 4)
~ The Awkward Avoidance Era ~
Riley Andersen x Hockey!Girl reader
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The next day at school was weird. Like, super weird.
Riley saw you at your locker before first period and her heart jumped like crazy, but she totally panicked and pretended to dig in her backpack for nothing. Like wow, look at this crumpled math worksheet I definitely need to stare at for five minutes. So interesting.
She wanted to say “hi.” She almost did. But then she remembered last night — your mitten in her mitten, your quiet “I think I like you” in the snow — and her brain exploded AGAIN.
What were you supposed to say after that?!
She snuck a peek. You were at your locker, facing the other way. Were you ignoring her? Were you avoiding her too?
Yeah. Probably.
At lunch, you sat at the other end of the table. Not next to her like you always did. Riley stabbed her sandwich with her straw and didn’t eat it. Joy inside her head was trying to be all positive — “It’s fine! Just talk to her! Be normal!” — but Fear was like NOPE NOPE NOPE and Anger was yelling “WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS?!”
It sucked.
You were quiet in hockey practice too. Usually you joked around and bumped her shoulder on the ice, but today? You stayed on the other side, skating laps by yourself.
Riley hated it.
Did you regret holding her hand? Did you think it was a mistake? Did she make it weird?!
At the end of practice, when everyone was changing, Riley finally blurted:
“Hey… um… you good?”
You froze, halfway pulling off your jersey.
“Yeah. You?” you mumbled, looking at your bag.
“Yeah. Cool. Totally.”
Silence. So awkward.
Riley picked at the strap of her skate. “About… y’know. Yesterday…”
You stuffed your jersey in your bag real fast. “We don’t have to talk about it. If you don’t want.”
“No, I… I want to. I just… don’t know how.”
You finally looked at her. Cheeks all red. “Me neither.”
For a second, you just sat there. No talking. Just... staring at the gross locker room floor.
Riley sighed. “We’re dumb.”
You smiled. “Yeah. Kinda.”
It was quiet again. But not as heavy this time. Like maybe it was okay to be confused. Maybe it didn’t have to be figured out right away.
Maybe you could both be weird about it. Together.
Riley felt a tiny smile creep onto her face. “See you tomorrow?”
You nodded. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”
And that was enough.
For now.
~ Talking Again... Kinda ~
— The Weird Start Over
It had been, like… three days. Three days of weird looks, weird silences, weird everything. Riley thought her stomach was going to permanently stay in knots.
Every time she saw you in the hallway, she wanted to say something. But her mouth didn’t work.
But today? Today she finally had to.
Because you were sitting on the bleachers after hockey practice, lacing up your boots alone. No music. No other girls around. Just you. And Riley’s brain screaming “SAY SOMETHING YOU LOSER.”
She stood there for a second, holding her helmet. Sweaty. Nervous. Heart going bam bam bam.
“Hey,” she said.
You looked up. Your eyes went all wide, like you weren’t expecting her. Duh. Of course you weren’t. You probably thought she was avoiding you forever.
“Oh. Hey,” you said, tugging at your skate lace. “What’s up?”
Riley shrugged. “Nothing. Just… y’know. Tying skates. Existing.”
Smooth. What was she even saying.
You snorted. “Wow. Cool life.”
She smiled. YOU smiled. Okay. This was… not terrible.
“Sorry I’ve been weird,” Riley said, staring at the floor. “I just… didn’t know what to say.”
You sighed, flopping back on the bleacher. “Me neither. I thought maybe you didn’t wanna talk anymore.”
“What?! No. I do. I just… I freaked out. About, y’know. That night.”
Your face went pink. “Me too. Like… I’ve never liked a girl before. I think. Maybe. It’s weird.”
“Yeah. Super weird,” Riley said. But she was grinning now. For real. “But like… not bad weird.”
You laughed softly. “Yeah. Not bad.”
For a second you just sat there. Then you scooted over, bumping her shoulder with yours.
“So... wanna come over? Play video games or something? Be awkward in my basement instead of here?” you said, grinning sideways.
Riley smiled big. Like stomach-flip, butterfly, yes big.
“Yeah. That’d be cool.”
And just like that, it felt a little more normal.
Still weird. Still confusing. But normaler.
And that was enough.
For now.
Confused Feelings on Ice (All Parts)
• Part One
• Part Two
• Part Three (Both Povs)
• Part Four
• Part Five
• Part Six
• Part Seven
More coming soon!! (I make multiple at once to post all together!!)
Confused Feelings on Ice (Part 3) Both Povs !!
~ Wait.. Do I Like Her?? ~
Riley Andersen x Hockey!Girl reader
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It was snowing. Like, a LOT. Thick flakes were sticking in Riley’s hair and melting on her eyelashes as she stood outside the hockey rink with you, waiting for your parents to pick you both up.
You were bouncing on your shoes, cheeks all red from the cold, and Riley was trying really hard not to stare. But it was hard. You looked cute. Not that she liked you or anything. That would be weird… right?
“Your hair’s all frozen,” you said, giggling as you pointed at Riley. You reached out and gently pulled a piece of her hair down so it uncurled from the frozen chunk it was becoming. Your mittened hand brushed her cheek.
Oh. OH.
Riley felt her face go warm, even in the freezing cold. What was that? Why did her stomach feel all fluttery? That was… weird. Like… super weird.
“You okay?” you asked, grinning like you knew something she didn’t. Ugh. Why were you smiling like that? Why was it cute?
“Yeah, fine!” Riley blurted, way too fast. “I’m just… cold! Really cold! Haha!”
You laughed. It was the best sound ever. Wait. NO. Not best. Just… good. Or… whatever.
“Hey… um… do you ever think… like… what if you liked a girl?” you asked suddenly, kicking at the snow with your shoe. You weren’t looking at her. Your face was super red, but maybe that was just the cold.
Riley blinked. Her brain stopped working. Completely. Like someone hit the OFF button.
“Uh…” she said, heart going CRAZY in her chest. “I… I dunno… maybe? Sometimes? Like… maybe…”
Why was her voice so high. Why did it feel like her whole face was turning into a tomato.
You looked up, eyes wide. “Me too. I think. Maybe. I dunno.”
Silence. Except for the snow falling. And Riley’s brain screaming.
“Do you… like anyone?” Riley asked before she could stop herself. Your heart was POUNDING.
“Maybe,” you said, shuffling closer. Your glove bumped hers. Neither of you moved away.
“Me too,” Riley whispered.
Your pinkies touched. Stayed there.
Neither of you said anything.
“I think I like you,” you said really fast, eyes on your shoes.
Oh. Ohhhhhh.
Your brain exploded. Like total fireworks.
“I think… I like you too,” Riley mumbled, so soft you could barely hear. But you did hear. You smiled. Like really big.
And then, you held her hand. Like, really held it. Like fingers twined together, mitten to mitten.
And neither of you let go.
Even when your parents pulled up, honking. Even when your heart was going CRAZY.
Maybe this was what liking girls felt like. Maybe that was okay.
You didn’t really know. But you knew holding her hand felt really, really good.
And right now? That was enough.
~ Why Is My Brain Screaming?! ~ (Riley’s POV)
It was so cold. Like, freeze-your-nose-off cold. Riley could barely feel her face. But you were standing right there, bouncing on your skates and smiling like the snow didn’t even bother you, and she couldn’t stop looking.
Why were you so cute when you laughed like that? STOP. Brain, STOP.
“Your hair’s frozen,” you said, reaching out and tugging a little icicle-y chunk of her hair. Your glove brushed her cheek and Riley forgot how to breathe.
Her whole face went hot. WHAT. It was freezing out here. Why was she sweating?! What was that fluttery thing in her stomach?? Ew. Or maybe not ew. She didn’t know.
“Uh—I’m fine! Totally fine! Cold! Just… cold!” she said way too fast. Why did her voice sound so weird?
You were grinning at her. Like you knew something. Uh oh. Why were you looking at her like that.
And then you said:
“Do you ever think… what if you liked a girl?”
OH. OH NO.
Riley’s brain exploded. Like literally she could hear Headquarters going nuts. Joy running in circles. Fear fainting. Anger screaming. Disgust going “Ugh” so loud. Sadness probably lying on the floor.
Say something. SAY SOMETHING.
“Uh… maybe?” she croaked. “Sometimes? I guess?”
Wow. Smooth. Not.
But then you said:
“Me too. I think. Maybe.”
Riley felt like she was going to fall over in her skates. What was happening. Was this real life.
“Do you like anyone?” she blurted. Her heart was POUNDING. Like boom boom BOOM BOOM BOOM. She was gonna die. Right here. In the snow. Goodbye world.
You shuffled closer. Your glove brushed hers. You said, “Maybe.”
Riley’s brain: Screaming. Like so loud.
“Me too,” she whispered. Why was her mouth so dry??
Your pinky touched hers. You didn’t move away. She didn’t move away either.
And then. THEN.
“I think I like you,” you said super fast.
OH MY GOSH.
Her brain exploded AGAIN. Joy and Fear probably crashed into each other.
“I think… I like you too,” Riley mumbled. Quiet. But you heard. You smiled. And she almost fainted right there.
And then you held her hand. Actually held it. Like real hand holding. Like mitten-fingers twisting together.
OH NO OH NO OH NO THIS WAS REAL.
Her heart was flipping. Like somersaulting. Like she just scored the winning goal or something.
Was this what liking a girl felt like? Was this okay?
Her brain didn’t know. But her hand in yours felt really really really good.
So maybe that was enough.
For now.
Confused Feelings on Ice (Part 2)
~ First Grip ~
Riley Andersen x Hockey!Girl reader
Summary: After practice, you and Riley finally find the courage to do something you’ve both been secretly wanting: hold hands.
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The locker room had gone quiet, the rest of the team long gone. You and Riley were the last two left, tying the laces of your boots slowly, like dragging out the moment because neither of you really wanted to leave.
"Cold out tonight," Riley said, glancing at you with that small smile she always gave when she was feeling a little nervous. Like she had something in the back of her mind but wasn’t ready to say it.
"Yeah," you said, trying not to sound just as awkward. You pulled your jacket tight around your shoulders. "Good thing we’ve got each other to suffer through it."
She laughed, soft and warm. "Guess so."
The walk to the parking lot was quiet, your breaths puffing in the cold air. Your hands were jammed in your pockets, but every so often your glove brushed against hers, swinging as you walked side by side.
You felt it first — her hand brushing yours again, but this time the contact stayed a little longer. Like she wasn’t pulling away.
You glanced at her.
Riley was staring straight ahead, her face a little pink, pretending she didn’t just do that on purpose.
Your heart jumped. Should you grab it? Would that be weird? Maybe she didn’t mean to—
But then Riley glanced sideways at you. A little smile. A tiny nod.
That was all the invitation you needed.
Slowly — carefully, like you were holding something breakable — you reached out and slipped your hand into hers.
Her fingers curled around yours immediately, warm and nervous but steady. Like she’d been waiting for you to do that forever.
Neither of you said anything.
No jokes. No teasing.
Just quiet, shared smiles as you kept walking through the cold together.
Her thumb brushed gently against your knuckles. You squeezed her hand back, heart racing but in the best way possible.
It was simple. Small. But for some reason it felt like everything.
"Finally," Riley whispered under her breath, barely loud enough for you to hear.
You laughed softly, bumping your shoulder into hers.
"Yeah," you said. "Finally."
And you kept walking. Fingers laced tight. Like you’d never want to let go.