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Perfect Night - Nico Hischier

a/n: so glad i opened my requests again because i am so happy with how this turned out! i got the idea and finished it in one day, and i hope you like it! <3 haven't written for nico in a bit but it feels good to do so again :) got a lot planned for him!

prompt 20: "We have to be quiet."

word count: ~2.6K

The seconds ticked down on the jumbo-tron, every single person out of their seats, preparing to cheer. The seconds pass by like minutes, but then, the sound of the buzzer rings out inside the stadium, the entire place erupting with cheers and celebrations, people jumping up and down, high-fiving those around them, some couples sharing kisses.

The Devils were Stanley Cup champions. It’s been a long time coming, but they accomplished the biggest achievement in their careers. No individual stats matter at this moment, this was a huge team effort to get to this point, and it finally paid off.

The second the regulation time ends, all the players stormed the ice, surging into one huge mass of padding and hockey sticks, with your boyfriend, Nico, right in the middle.

Of course, you were ecstatic for the entire team, but a big part of you was incredibly proud of him on his own. He deserved this the most, after years of taking the fall for every loss and putting himself down, the endless nights of him crying because he felt like he didn’t deserve to wear the C on his chest.

This is what it was all worth. This is why he pushed and persevered through every single game and every year leading up to this. You couldn’t wait to shower him in even more love than he was getting right now, from both his teammates and the fans around him.

Especially with scoring the winning goal, he was the one to lead the team to this victory, with the help of everyone else along the way, of course; he was the last to score a goal, but Markström deserved recognition just as much for blocking every shot made by the Wild.

Everyone around you celebrates, the other wives and girlfriends hugging each other, parents of the players crying as they watch their sons jump around on the ice. Winning at home makes this moment even more special, with every single fan in the building on their feet, tears in their eyes and their heart full of love and appreciation for their team.

“He did it!” Nico’s mom suddenly appears next to you, wrapping her arms around you. You hug her back tightly, tears springing to your eyes and instantly falling down your cheeks.

“I’m so proud of him,” your voice shaky with emotion, in disbelief that this moment was real.

Once the moment dies down a little, the announcers come over the speakers, everyone going as quiet as they can be to listen.

However, as soon as the trophy is presented to Nico, another round of cheers erupts. He skates around for a second, trying to find you in the crowd, remembering what section you are sitting in with his family.

As soon as he finds the general area, he raises the silver trophy and screams out. His mom loses it beside you, sobbing out with her hand over her mouth, clutching to you. His dad stood to her right, doing his best to console her as well.

Once again, the cheers last for minutes, as the cup is passed around from player to player. Nico hands it off to Jack, who lifts it just like Nico did. Quinn and their parents were sitting not too far away from you, and you could see tears in all of their eyes as they watch their sons and brothers down on the ice.

In a surprising twist, in which Jack should have handed the trophy to Ondrej next, as the second alternate captain, Jack skates over to Luke and hands it off, going through the same motions. The crowd erupts with a roar of cheers once more, seeing just how incredible this move was.

“Palat suggested that!” Nico’s mom shouts at you over the screams. Turning your head, you raise an eyebrow. “He thought it would be special for Jack to hand it over to Luke, so they worked something out.”

You coo at the revelation, finding it sweet that Ondrej offered to do that for the brothers. Their parents were sobbing at this point, watching their middle child hand the cup over to their youngest son.

It was exceptional to witness, and you knew it would be a moment they would forever cherish.

Eventually, the team gets their hats and pictures are taken of the whole team with the cup. Not long after, security guards and staff make their way over to your section to bring family members and loved ones down to the ice.

Following everyone else, you chat with Brett’s wife and share your enthusiasm to see your partner’s and congratulate them. Soon, you are stepping onto the ice, thankful that it wasn’t too slippery for your sneakers, and you head straight for Nico.

You step aside and let his parents hug him first, taking countless pictures of the moment. However, the second he ends his hug with his dad, he’s skating straight to you and scooping you up in his arms.

He reeked of sweat but you didn’t care. You bury your face into his padded shoulder, another wave of tears streaming down your cheeks and onto the already soaked jersey.

“You have no idea how proud I am of you,” you murmur into his ear, for only him to hear. He holds onto you a little bit tighter, screwing his eyes shut as he cries as well, not hiding his emotions for one second. He knew he deserved this with his hard work, he wasn’t ashamed to be crying.

“I love you baby. Thank you for everything you’ve done to help me get here,” he sniffles a little, pulling away to wipe your tears with his thumbs.

He chuckles and holds your face to bring you in for a sweet yet salty kiss. Everyone cheers once more around you, his mother taking picture after picture of the two of you; pictures that are to absolutely be framed and placed in your room.

Nico skates around with you walking bedside him on his arm, heading over to where Jack and Luke are talking to their parents and Quinn. The eldest brother steps aside and gives you a welcoming hug.

“Can you believe that your baby brothers are Stanley Cup champions?” You shout with a wide smile. His grin doesn’t leave his face, in disbelief that they’re in this position.

“I’m so proud of them, they deserve this,” he comments, looking over at Nico and Jack chatting away.

“You’re next, right?” You tease him with a light shove. He nods in agreement, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Oh yeah, there’s no way I’m gonna be the only Hughes without a cup.” The two of you share one more laugh before Nico skates back over to you once Jack moves on, his hands falling to your hips.

“Mm, having fun?” He murmurs, nuzzling his nose against your cheek. Your cheek heats up under his touch, a short giggle sounding from your mouth.

“Lots of fun. Are you guys going out tonight?” Nico’s expression falters for a moment, but he hides it well enough with a soft grin.

“I think so. But I have something planned for you and I once things settle down.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together in confusion and curiosity, but you go along with whatever he has in mind.

A couple hours later, once the team was done with interviews and celebrating one last time with a champagne shower in the locker room, Nico trudges out into the hallway, searching for wherever you are.

Meanwhile, you reside in the family room, chatting with Amy again to pass the time until Nico was ready to go. His parents had gone back to their hotel for the night, prepared to spend their day with him tomorrow.

Nico pops his head into the room and smiles when his brown eyes land on you.

“Hey babe, can I talk to you for a second?” He asks. You turn to Amy and bid her goodbye, telling her you’ll see her in the morning.

You skip over to your boyfriend and grin up at him, taking a hold of his hand as he guides you through the hallways of the arena.

“Where are we going?” You ask, stopping in your tracks as he turns his head in a couple different directions, almost like he was looking out for someone.

“I have a plan. But we have to be quiet,” he whispers over to you. With a nod, you continue to follow him, keeping your voice down if you needed to speak to him.

He comes to a stop in the equipment room and grabs a pair of skates for himself, and an extra pair for you.

“Why are these here?”

“I told you to keep quiet,” he politely chastises you, eliciting a soft giggle from you. He sits you down on the small bench and you kick your shoes off.

Nico puts the skates on for you, tying them just the way he knows you’re comfortable with, before he slides his own on, lacing them up quickly, as it’s become second nature to him at this point.

“Ready?” He wiggles his eyebrows, holding his hand out for you to take.

Sneakily, the two of you walk through the tunnel and out to the ice, completely void of any fans and crew, who did their best to clear the surface of extra hats and other items fans may have thrown over the glass.

Your eyes drift around the empty stadium, where not long ago, there were tens of thousands of fans filling the seats, the jovial air silent now that it was just the two of you. It was a weird experience, but something not everyone sees.

“This is insane,” you comment, skating ahead of Nico a little. Ever since you and Nico started dating, you’ve learned to skate pretty well, seeing as he frequently brought you to practice at the rink near his apartment whenever he was on his own; it became a weekly date kind of thing during the summer when he needed to put some work in and you wanted to spend time with him.

Nico hangs back for a moment, placing his hands in the pockets of his joggers, his heart racing as he feels the item against his fingers, close to burning a hole in the pocket.

You skate back over to him, playfully crashing into his chest, his arms instinctively going around your body just in case you fell.

“You’d be a good hit on the ice, baby.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, closing his eyes. His mind was racing a mile a minute and his heart was close to beating out of his chest, but he was more than ready, despite being beyond nervous.

“You think?” You respond, tucking your head into his neck. He hums back, falling silent for a moment as things settle in.

It was now or never.

“Come here,” he murmurs, pulling you by your hands to the center of the ice, the Devils logo beneath your feet. Nico still had his jersey on but of course had changed out of his gear, the new champions cap everyone received sitting backwards on his head, covering his slightly damp hair.

He gazes down at you, a thoughtful grin on his face, his right hand raising to cradle your cheek.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. For a moment, his eyes flicker down to your body, taking in the WAG jacket around you, as well as the jersey underneath it, which he knew had his name on the back, the ‘C’ on the front evident of that.

“Thank you, love,” you whisper back, leaning into his touch. With a deep breath, Nico brings his eyes back up to yours and bites his lip.

“I made a promise to myself for tonight, and I intend on keeping it,” he starts, trailing his hands down to hold yours. “You’ve been by my side through this entire journey, I never thought I’d be here, the captain of a Stanley Cup champion team, and I can thank my parents every day for helping support me throughout my life, but you…”

He pauses to collect his thoughts and keep from tearing up just yet.

“You’re the one that was consistently there for me after every game. Allowing me to vent after terrible losses, comforting me when I blamed myself every time, took care of me when I got injured or needed a massage or anything like that. You’ve been my rock this entire run and without you, I would have been traded to another team, or given up my captaincy.”

A frown pulls at your lips upon hearing this, though you’ve seen it first hand. Nico has come so close to giving it up over the past couple years after blaming himself so many nights, but you were always there, encouraging him to take it a day at a time and realize there’s only so much he can do as a captain, and a lot of the issues generally come from coaching and other factors.

“But here I am. I’m here thanks to you, for helping me through all those difficult moments, sticking with me through everything. It’s made me realize something.” Nico steps back a few inches, reaching into his pocket.

Your eyes widen as he pulls out a little maroon velvet box, your hands instantly flyingup to your face, even more tears filling your eyes as the realization sets in. He carefully lowers himself to one knee and laughs.

“This is harder without all my gear and a stick helping me balance,” he jokes, his hands beginning to tremble. “But I want, no, I need to spend the rest of my days with you, however long that may be. I want a long, happy life and retire in fifteen years or so with you still by my side, coming to all of the reunion events with me and anything else I wish to accomplish in this life. So…”

His voice tapers off and he opens the box, exposing a stunning diamond ring, not too ostentatious, the perfect amount of sparkle to the reasonably sized gem. The vintage-inspired ring was just what you’ve always dreamed off, Nico having taken your words into consideration when you mentioned it a couple years ago one night.

“Will you marry me?” His lip quivers as the words finally escape his mouth, the box in his hands still shaking due to his nerves, however it made the ring twinkle under the intense lights of the rink.

“Of course, Nico,” you cry out with joy, your own hands starting to tremble like his. Carefully, he plucks the ring from its slot and sets the box on the ice beside him. He gently takes your left hand and slides the ring on over your knuckle, sitting perfectly on your finger. A perfect fit.

Nico stands back up and wraps his arms tightly around you in a crushing hug, his emotions already high due to the game he just won, but even more so now with the fact that you said yes to marrying him. He hides his face in your shoulder and weeps quietly, his heart bursting in his chest with euphoria, a feeling he’s never felt this strongly before.

Pulling away, you scoot back a little on your skates and try to reach up to his face. Sensing what you want, he gives in and cups your face to kiss you deeply. Your tears mix together, the kiss becoming a little sloppy, but neither of you cared in this moment.

He just won the cup, and you just gained a future husband. Life is perfect, and it can’t get much better than this.

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Can you do Francois Cevert x reader?

The race car driver?

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🌼…Masterlist…🌼

Welcome here are the story’s that I have written already my request are open

NHL

Luke hughes

Love on the waterfront

Defending love

Love on the ice

Jack hughes

Autumn leaves and heartstrings

Skating into family

The clingy captain

Love on the ice

A Little Pumpkin Surprise: Jack and Y/N’s Special Fall Moment

Nico hischer

Pumpkins, giggles, and glowing hearts

Nico hischier journey in love and parenthood

Unexpected Encounter

The Beginning of Something Beautiful

Swiss Adventures

Lilly's Homecoming

Quinn hughes

Yours to keep: A Jersey of the Heart

Summer Magic at the Hughes Family Lake- Quinn hughes

A Hughes Family Christmas

Quinn Hughes and the Love of His Life

A birthday to remember

Brave Enough for Both of Us: A Haunted House Date with Quinn

Cole caufield

Autumn adventures

Home Is Wherever I'm With You

Falling for You: A Cozy Autumn Walk with Cole

Connor bedard

Crossed Signals

Sunset Serenade: A Lakeside Love Story"

Canvas of Destiny

A Game of Inches

Jamie drysdale

A Cozy Evening with- Jamie Drysdale and Y/N

Vince Dunn

Shattered Love

Adam fantilli

Love on Ice

Matt rempe

Love on the ice- with Matt Rempe and The Hughes Brothers' sister

Love on Ice

Nathan mackinnon

Beneath the Spotlight

Matthew Tkachuk

Hayden's First Hockey Lesson

Judah slafkovsky

Love Beyond the Ice

Ethan Edwards

The Right Choice: A Hughes Family Welcome for Ethan Edwards

F1

Lando Norris

Fast Tracks to Love

Autumn in Monaco

Racing Hearts

Sunshine and Laughter on the Beach

A Victory for Love

Baking up love

Charles leclerc

A Day at the Pumpkin Patch

A Day with Charles, Y/N, and Jack

Carlos sainz

Behind Closed Doors: The Soft Side of Carlos Sainz

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Vancouver Canucks vs Penguins Oct 26th | Quinn Hughes

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Kayaking -> Richard Varga vs Juraj Slafkovský

+ the aftermath of capsizing

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me for the past week and i'm so fucking maddd

STOP👏TAGGING👏XREADER👏IF👏YOU👏USE👏AN👏OC👏NOBODY👏 FUCKING👏ASKED👏FOR👏THAT👏OKAY???

The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.

IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!

There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.

I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.

SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?

Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.

And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...

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i think my heart just stopped. holy shit. he is so damn pretty i could cry.

quinn, i love you so fucking much. please give us more real smiles like this one more often.💙

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you know who i can never be mad at? our broadcast team 💖

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Babygirl,

Bring home the gold 🥇 from Milano 2026

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Cozy, comfy king

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A Little Pumpkin Surprise: Jack and Y/N’s Special Fall Moment

Jack hughes x reader

Thank you for the idea @mialikeshockey

It was the perfect October evening. The cool, crisp air hinted at Halloween approaching, and Y/N was ready to surprise Jack with a cozy fall activity: pumpkin painting. She had picked out a few pumpkins in various sizes—one of which was particularly special—and had set up a little paint station on the back porch of their house.

As she placed the last few brushes and paints on the table, she took a deep breath, her heart pounding with excitement and nerves. She hadn’t yet told Jack about the big news, and the tiny pumpkin she’d tucked away was her way of doing just that.

Jack arrived home, his eyes lighting up when he saw the setup. “This is amazing!” he said, grinning as he slipped his arms around her waist. “What are we doing out here, pumpkin?”

“Painting pumpkins, obviously,” she replied with a laugh, leaning into his embrace. “I thought we could get creative and have a little fun. Plus, I might have gotten a surprise or two for you.”

Jack’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “A surprise? Well, this just keeps getting better and better.”

They settled down at the table, each picking up a pumpkin and a brush. Y/N watched him as he focused on painting a goofy face onto his pumpkin, his tongue poking out in concentration. She couldn’t help but smile, feeling a surge of warmth and love.

“What?” Jack asked, catching her gaze. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh, nothing,” she replied, grinning. “You just look cute when you’re focused.”

He smirked, rolling his eyes playfully. “You’re just buttering me up so I don’t out-paint you.”

They laughed, trading colors and giving each other tips on how to make their pumpkins look just right. At one point, Jack’s hand “accidentally” brushed against hers, leaving a streak of orange paint on her cheek. She retaliated by dotting his nose with a dab of black, and before they knew it, they were both laughing and a little messy with paint.

Finally, the moment she’d been waiting for arrived. Y/N took a deep breath, reaching under the table and pulling out the tiny pumpkin she’d hidden. She placed it in front of Jack, watching as his brows knitted in confusion.

“Uh, I think you accidentally got one that didn’t grow all the way,” he joked, giving her a confused smile. “Is this my surprise?”

She bit her lip, nodding as she watched him, her heart racing. “It’s a special pumpkin,” she said softly.

Jack tilted his head, staring down at the little pumpkin in confusion. After a moment, his eyes widened as the realization dawned on him.

“Wait,” he murmured, looking between the pumpkin and her. “Are you…? Are we…?”

Y/N nodded, her eyes shining. “We’re going to have a little pumpkin of our own.”

For a moment, Jack was speechless, his mouth hanging open as he processed the news. Then, in one swift motion, he set down his paintbrush, jumped out of his chair, and wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up in a tight hug.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” he exclaimed, his voice full of awe and excitement. He gently set her down, then held her face in his hands, staring into her eyes with the biggest smile she’d ever seen. “We’re going to have a baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her own tears threatening to fall. “Surprise.”

Jack’s face was a mix of emotions—joy, excitement, and a hint of disbelief. “I can’t believe this,” he said, laughing softly. “I’m going to be a dad! We’re going to be parents!”

They hugged again, both of them holding onto each other tightly, savoring the moment. Finally, Jack pulled back, looking down at her with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You’ve been holding onto this secret all day, haven’t you?” he teased. “Here I was, thinking we were just painting pumpkins like normal.”

Y/N laughed, wiping a tear from her cheek. “I wanted to find the perfect way to tell you, and I thought… well, this little pumpkin was a good start.”

Jack looked down at the tiny pumpkin, his expression softening as he picked it up. “This is amazing,” he murmured, holding the pumpkin carefully, as if it was the most precious thing in the world. “I can’t believe we’re going to have our own little pumpkin.”

They finished painting their pumpkins, though now the two of them were far more distracted, laughing and sharing dreams about the future, imagining what their little family would be like. As the evening grew darker, they cozied up on the porch together, a blanket wrapped around them, as they gazed out at their painted pumpkins—one large, one medium, and one tiny, symbolizing the little family they were about to become.

Jack kissed the top of her head, his voice soft as he murmured, “Thank you for this, Y/N. For everything. I’m so lucky to have you and our little pumpkin.”

And as they sat together, surrounded by the warmth of love and the excitement of the journey ahead, Y/N knew that this was just the beginning of a beautiful chapter for them both.

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Sorry your day was bad :( here's some Quinn & Nico to hopefully bring a lil joy to your day 🫶🏼🧡

stop this is so lovely and needed 😭

also i feel like you’re trying to kill me bc shirtless quinn AND nico??

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Mini Mystery Stick | Bauer Hockey | Jack Hughes

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Baking Up Love: A Cozy Pumpkin Pie Date with Lando

Lando Norris x reader

The kitchen was buzzing with autumn vibes as Y/N and Lando prepared to tackle their first attempt at making a pumpkin pie together. Lando was fully equipped with a messy apron he’d already splattered with flour, while Y/N wore her own apron, ready to guide him through the recipe.

“Alright, chef,” Y/N said with a playful grin, holding up a can of pumpkin puree. “Ready to become a pie-making master?”

Lando looked at her skeptically, tilting his head as he glanced down at the ingredients. “I mean, I feel like I’ve got this,” he said with exaggerated confidence. “How hard could it be?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Y/N teased, already laughing at his clueless expression. “Let’s start with the crust, shall we?”

She handed him a bowl and some flour, and as he poured the flour into the bowl, a small cloud puffed up around them. He looked down at the small mess and grinned sheepishly. “So… maybe this’ll be a little harder than I thought.”

They moved through the steps of the recipe with Y/N guiding him and Lando playfully pretending to know what he was doing. Every once in a while, he’d shoot her a proud grin as he successfully completed a step, and she’d respond with an encouraging nod or clap.

“Alright, next step is adding cold butter to the flour,” Y/N explained. “Here, we’re supposed to cut it in until it looks crumbly.”

Lando raised an eyebrow, clearly unsure. “Cut in the butter?” he repeated, poking the butter with a fork.

Y/N laughed, taking his hand and guiding him through the motion. “Yeah, like this,” she said, helping him blend the butter into the flour. “It’s like you’re mashing it up.”

He caught on quickly, and they ended up laughing and bumping elbows as they took turns mashing up the butter until the dough looked just right.

“Alright, now we just need to chill it,” she said, brushing a bit of flour off her hands.

Lando nodded, but just as she turned around to put the dough in the fridge, he dipped his fingers in a bit of leftover flour and gently tapped her on the nose, leaving a small white smudge. Y/N froze, her eyes widening as she looked at him in mock disbelief.

“Oh, you’re asking for it, Norris,” she said with a grin, scooping up a bit of flour in her hand.

He laughed, backing up with his hands held up in surrender. “Hey, hey, hey, I was just trying to add a bit of style here!”

She didn’t buy it, though, and before he knew it, a small handful of flour had hit his shoulder, leaving a dusting across his black T-shirt.

“Alright, that’s it!” he said, laughing as he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close and wiping a bit of flour from his shoulder onto her apron.

They laughed, both now a bit flour-covered, until Y/N finally surrendered, her cheeks flushed with laughter as they pulled apart. “Truce?”

“Truce,” he said with a playful smile, giving her a quick peck on the forehead.

Once the dough was chilling, they moved on to the filling. Y/N showed him how to measure out the pumpkin puree, brown sugar, and spices, watching as he carefully followed her instructions. The sweet and spicy aroma filled the kitchen, giving everything that warm, cozy fall feeling.

“Alright, now mix it all together,” she instructed, handing him a whisk.

Lando took the whisk and started stirring, glancing up at her with a small grin. “You know, I think I might actually be getting good at this.”

“You’re a natural,” she teased, nudging him. “By the end of this, you’ll be teaching me.”

He grinned, and they continued working together, stirring and adding ingredients. Y/N noticed the way Lando’s eyes would light up with each step, how he’d sneak little glances at her whenever she wasn’t looking. It made her heart feel warm, and she couldn’t help but think how much fun she was having with him, even in the simple, messy process of making a pie.

Once the filling was done, they pulled the dough out of the fridge, and Y/N rolled it out into a circle, carefully placing it in the pie pan. Lando watched closely, leaning over her shoulder.

“That looks amazing,” he murmured, looking impressed.

“Your turn,” she said, handing him the pan of filling. “Pour it in, chef.”

He grinned, pouring the pumpkin filling into the crust as she watched, making sure he got every last bit. They then placed the pie in the oven, setting the timer and giving each other a high five to celebrate their teamwork.

As they waited for the pie to bake, they cleaned up the kitchen, still teasing each other about the flour fight and laughing over their mistakes along the way. When the timer finally went off, Y/N took the pie out of the oven, and they both stood back, admiring their work.

“It actually looks… delicious,” Lando said, clearly proud of himself. He leaned over to inhale the warm, spicy scent and grinned. “Who knew I had it in me?”

Y/N laughed, nudging him with her shoulder. “I’m impressed. You make a pretty great baking partner.”

“Guess we’ll have to make this a fall tradition then,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist as they admired their creation.

Once the pie had cooled a bit, they sliced into it, each taking a piece to taste. Lando took a big bite, his eyes lighting up as he chewed.

“Oh, that’s good,” he said, nodding in approval. “I mean, I knew we’d nail it.”

Y/N took a bite herself, savoring the sweet, spiced flavor and nodding in agreement. “We’re basically pros,” she joked, laughing when Lando gave her a look of mock seriousness.

“Next time, we’re tackling an apple pie,” he declared, his arm still around her as they finished their slices, stealing bites from each other’s plates.

They spent the rest of the evening sharing stories and laughing over their flour-covered adventure, both feeling perfectly content in each other’s company. The kitchen was a mess, but the warmth of their laughter and the scent of pumpkin pie made it feel like the coziest place in the world.

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