Flip Zimmerman x Reader - Hockey Player AU
A Hockey Captain
A Figure Skater
A Jealous Boyfriend
And an Olympic Dream.
You're aiming for gold. Flip is aiming for you.
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"Up next in the pairs free skate - representing Canada Marco La Mer and Y/N L/N"
You held onto Marco's hand for dear life as you skated out together into the centre of the ice. The arena was full of locals wanting to see your victory, to see you get to the final round before Olympic qualifiers. This last skate meant everything. You had to be perfect, and you were definitely feeling the pressure.
Getting into first position you could feel your heart pounding against your chest, the rink was silent except from the erratic pounding in your ears.
Somehow your eyes found the burning ambers of Flip Zimmerman stood on the sidelines. He looked at you and signalled for you to take a deep breath, inhale - exhale, he gestured and you followed suit.
Flip gave you a reassuring smile, he knew you could do this routine in your sleep - he'd wake up some night to you kicking him in your sleep anyways. Seeing you in the centre of that ice he felt so proud of you. He realised in that moment just how much he cared for you... how much he was falling for you.
"You got that baby" he said to himself as he looked on anxiously, feeling Fran squeeze his hand, and then the music started.
The studio lights of the ice rink beamed down on you as you and Marco took your final bow. The crowds cheers were drowned out as you took everything in, trying to catch your breath.
Your eyes met with Fran and Flip on the side lines, clapping and cheering the loudest of all the audience members in the rink. Another competition was now done, and hopefully you'd be one step closer to making it to the Olympic qualifiers.
You felt Marco's arms wrap around you as he spun you in the centre of the ice, cheering for your shared success. No mistakes, no stumbles. Absolute perfection. This was it. This was the routine that would get you into those qualifiers, the routine that would get you to the Olympics, one step closer to the potential of the gold and making your father proud.
"We fuckin did it girl!" Marco cheered in your ear before you took your final bow and skated off the ice.
Immediately Flip came to you, his arms wrapping around your waist picking you up. Your legs wrapped around him and he brought his lips to yours sweetly.
"Thank you darlin" you said with a grin. Flip reluctantly released you from his hold, watching you hug Fran and the rest of your team. He was so proud of you. And he just knew one day he'd see you with that gold medal.
