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BRENDEN 😭😭😭 LUKE 😭😭😭 CODY 😭😭😭 3 players going down in game 1 is insane

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curtis lazar is my dad.

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new trade alert!

nico hischier has been traded to: my bedroom

the return: fitz gets a high five

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hiii could i do prompt 14. with luke hughes?? love your work btw <3333

is that my shirt w/ luke hughes ->

summary: luke finds y/n in his shirt

word count: 1.07k

a/n: thank you so so much for requesting! hope you and everyone reading enjoys!

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y/n walked into the living room, stretching her arms above her head after a long day at work. the apartment was quiet, aside from the soft hum of the refrigerator in the corner and the faint sound of traffic outside. she kicked off her shoes, and without a second thought, grabbed the nearest oversized hoodie she could find to throw on. it was the comfiest thing she owned and made her feel at home instantly.

as she pulled it over her head, she noticed luke's hockey gear scattered across the floor — his skates, a couple of jerseys tossed carelessly onto the couch, and a tangle of socks. she made her way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, trying to avoid stepping on anything that could possibly be a sharp piece of his equipment.

that's when luke came out of the bedroom, fresh out of the shower, towel slung around his neck. his hair was still wet, droplets of water dripping down to his chest, making him look like he'd just walked out of a movie scene. he stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

"hey, what's up?" y/n asked, turning toward him with the glass in her hand.

"nothing much," luke said, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. "just got back from practice. how was your day?"

"same old, same old," she shrugged, taking a sip of water.

then his eyes narrowed, and his gaze dropped lower. "wait a second..." he said, pointing at her with a grin spreading across his face. "is that my shirt?"

y/n froze, looking down at the oversized hoodie that engulfed her body. her heart sank a little as she glanced at him, playing it cool. "what, this?" she said innocently. "nah, it's just a random hoodie. found it in the laundry. comfy, right?"

luke took a few steps toward her, raising an eyebrow. "really? because last time i checked, i’m the only one who has a hoodie that big. and this one’s got my number on the back. number 6, in case you forgot."

she couldn’t help but smirk at the playful challenge in his voice. "oh," she said, "you mean our shirt?"

luke snorted at her response. "our shirt? that’s a bold claim. you’ve been stealing my stuff for months now. i think i should get something in return. like, maybe some dinner?" he said with a mischievous grin.

y/n rolled her eyes, setting her glass on the counter. "first of all, i don’t steal your stuff. i just borrow it. there’s a difference."

"oh, i see," luke said, tilting his head. "so, this isn’t stealing? because that looks like my hoodie to me."

"you gave it to me," she said, crossing her arms in mock defensiveness. "remember? a couple of months ago when you bought like five of the same one. you said, and i quote, 'y/n, you’re gonna need one for yourself, too. we’re gonna match.'"

luke blinked at her for a second, then his face softened with the memory. "right. i do remember that. i guess you’re right, it is our shirt, then," he admitted, walking toward her and wrapping an arm around her waist. "but still, i don’t think you need to wear it every day. i mean, come on, i need a little bit of my own space too, right?"

y/n laughed, leaning into him. "what, you're not happy i like wearing your clothes? thought it was cute when i wore your jersey to that game last week."

"it was cute," luke admitted with a smile. "but i’m starting to think you might be wearing it to get extra attention from me. maybe you're just trying to distract me so i don't notice how messy the apartment is."

"oh, please," y/n chuckled. "like you haven’t already noticed. you’ve been leaving your stuff around here for weeks now. it’s like you live in a sports store."

"hey, i need my things where i can see them," luke defended himself, his voice playful. "that’s the only way i’m gonna remember everything. otherwise, you know i’m gonna forget something important."

"i know," y/n smiled up at him, her eyes softening. "you’re hopeless. but i love you anyway."

"yeah?" luke raised an eyebrow again. "even after i leave my dirty socks everywhere?"

"especially then," she replied, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "you're lucky you’re cute."

"lucky, huh?" luke chuckled. "i guess i'll take that as a compliment."

they stood there for a few moments, enjoying the quiet of their apartment and the simplicity of the moment. y/n pulled away from him gently, still with the oversized hoodie hanging off her shoulders. she was comfortable, more than comfortable, in his shirt, in his arms, in their life together.

"you know," she said after a beat, "i think you’re starting to get used to me taking your stuff. last week, you just shrugged when you saw me in one of your jerseys. you didn't even make a comment."

luke smirked. "i’m getting soft in my old age," he said. "besides, you wear it better than i do. i can’t complain when you look cute in my stuff."

"so now it’s a compliment?" she teased.

"definitely," he said with a wink. "i think i’ll get you more stuff soon, though. you’re starting to wear my wardrobe out faster than i can buy it."

"oh, please," y/n laughed, poking him in the side. "i’m not that bad."

"really?" luke raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "because i swear, i’ve seen you in all of my shirts in the past month. it's getting a little hard to tell them apart. you should start wearing your own stuff sometimes."

"my stuff is boring," y/n protested. "your stuff is so much better. i like it because it smells like you."

"that’s sweet," luke said, his expression softening. "but you know what? i’ll still buy you your own stuff if it means you’ll leave mine alone for a little while."

"oh, okay," y/n grinned, looking at him playfully. "but only if it’s our stuff."

"of course," he said, laughing. "you know i wouldn’t have it any other way."

as they stood there, together in the quiet apartment, y/n felt a sense of calm wash over her. sure, they bickered about the small things, like clothes and his messy habits, but those were the little things that made their relationship special. it wasn’t just about sharing a wardrobe or living together. it was about the moments that made them feel like home to each other.

"alright," y/n said, finally relenting. "you win. i’ll wear my own clothes more often. but i’m still wearing this shirt tonight."

"you do that," luke said, pulling her close once more. "i’ll just be over here, waiting for my dinner."

y/n grinned, leaning into his embrace. "deal."

they both stood there for a while, just enjoying the simplicity of being together. nothing big had to happen for them to feel like everything was right in the world. she was wearing his shirt — or their shirt, as she liked to call it — and that felt more than enough.

"you’re lucky you’re cute, Luke Hughes," y/n murmured into his chest.

"i know," he replied with a smirk, holding her a little tighter.

and in that moment, nothing else mattered.

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back home w/ jack hughes ->

summary: jack comes home after awhile away from y/n

word count: 1.1k

warnings: FLUFFFF

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it had been two weeks since jack left for the road trip. the time had dragged on, a blur of workdays, nights alone, and phone calls that didn’t quite fill the space he left behind. y/n had gotten used to the silence in their apartment, but it wasn’t the same without jack’s presence. their apartment felt like a room with missing pieces.

today was the day though. jack was finally coming home. she checked the time for what felt like the hundredth time—his flight was landing soon. her stomach fluttered with anticipation. it felt like a mini countdown in her head. as much as she’d missed him, it wasn’t just his absence that had been hard—it was the waiting. now, the waiting was almost over.

y/n quickly moved around the apartment, tidying up the living room. she made sure there were no clothes left on the couch or stray mugs on the coffee table. it wasn’t about impressing him; it was just about making the place feel like home again, the way it did when he was here. she also found herself doing the little things she did before jack left—throwing on a hoodie of his that she loved to wear while he was gone, fixing her hair the way she knew he liked it, just small things that made it feel normal.

by the time she’d finished tidying up, she sat on the couch, phone in hand, refreshing the tracker app she’d been using to check his flight status. 10 minutes until landing. she sighed in relief, sinking back into the cushions. the anticipation of his return felt almost overwhelming. she missed him more than she thought she would. even when he was home, he was always so busy with practice or games, but there was a different kind of quiet when he was away on trips. the kind where you only get small windows of connection, long texts and brief phone calls that always left you wanting more.

finally, her phone buzzed. she grinned. jack had texted her: just landed. i’ll be home in 30.

she couldn’t help but smile at how routine everything felt, even though this moment was far from ordinary. they’d done long-distance during the season before, and although it was difficult, they’d figured out how to make it work. still, it never got any easier.

y/n stood up, taking a deep breath. 30 minutes. it wasn’t long, but it felt like it might stretch on forever.

jack had said he'd be back by late afternoon, and sure enough, the sound of his key turning in the door made her stomach flip. she quickly got up, heart pounding as she walked to the entryway. the door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway, duffel bag over one shoulder, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"hey, babe," jack said, grinning that familiar grin she’d been missing for days.

"hey," she responded, almost laughing at how stupidly happy she felt to see him. she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him immediately, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of ice and locker rooms. his hands slid down her back as he hugged her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

"i missed you so much," jack muttered, his voice muffled against her hair.

y/n pulled away just enough to look up at him, meeting his tired, but soft eyes. "i missed you too. god, this past week has been... too long."

jack chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss. "i swear, it’s like the road trips get longer every time. and it’s not even just the hockey. it’s you, y/n. i miss you. i hate being away from you."

y/n smiled, running her hand along the back of his neck. "yeah, i felt the same way. it’s quiet without you around. i’ve been talking to the plants like they’re people just to keep myself from going crazy."

"i’ll bet the plants appreciated that," jack teased, pulling her back into another hug.

“they loved it,” she laughed, breathing in his familiar scent again, her body relaxing at the warmth of his embrace. “i’m glad you’re home.”

they stood there for a few moments, just holding each other, the weight of the days apart fading away with each second. jack finally pulled back, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

“so, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked. “i’m thinking food, maybe a movie. but mostly just... you and me, y’know?”

y/n grinned, nodding. “that sounds perfect. i’ve missed our movie nights.”

jack raised an eyebrow. “really? you missed me more than the movies?”

“obviously,” she teased, nudging him playfully. “the movies are just a bonus.”

he laughed, clearly happy to be home. “well, in that case, i’m all yours. what do you want to do first?”

“well…” y/n hesitated, glancing at the kitchen. “i made dinner. i hope you’re not too tired for it.”

“dinner? you made food?” jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “what kind of food? it’s not burnt, is it?”

“very funny,” y/n rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “no, it’s not burnt. i made lasagna.”

“lasagna, huh?” jack grinned. “sounds amazing. definitely can’t say no to that.”

“good,” y/n said, leading him into the kitchen. “it’s the least i could do since i’ve been eating takeout like it’s my job while you’ve been gone.”

jack chuckled, sliding into a chair at the small kitchen table. “well, i’m back now. and i’m going to eat my weight in lasagna.”

they spent the next hour eating dinner and chatting about everything and nothing. jack told her about the road trip—how tiring the games were, how the team had been doing, and how the locker room felt empty without her jokes and energy to brighten it. y/n listened, laughing at his stories, teasing him about some of his teammates’ antics. it felt like old times, like nothing had changed, and in that moment, everything felt just as it should.

after dinner, they settled into the living room, curled up on the couch together. jack had his arm around y/n, pulling her close as they put on a movie. the sound of the opening credits filled the room, but neither of them was paying much attention to the screen. y/n felt jack’s hand gently rubbing circles on her back, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of her hoodie.

"god, it feels good to be home," jack murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“yeah, it does,” y/n replied, content with just being in his arms. “it’s been too long. i didn’t realize how much i needed you here.”

jack nodded, his grip on her tightening slightly. “same here. it’s not the same without you.”

they sat there for a while, not needing to say much. it was one of those rare moments when everything just felt right. the movie played in the background, but it was the quiet moments between the scenes that mattered. the quiet moments where they didn’t need to speak, where their presence was enough.

as the movie ended, they both let out a satisfied sigh. jack stretched, looking at y/n with a soft smile.

“you know, i was thinking…” he began, his voice turning more serious. “this trip made me realize something.”

“what’s that?” y/n asked, looking up at him curiously.

“i don’t want to keep doing this,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “the whole being apart thing. i want us to be able to just... be together, without the distance. it’s been hard.”

y/n smiled softly, running her hand along his jawline. “i know, jack. i don’t like it either. but we make it work, right?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “but i want it to be easier. for both of us.”

y/n didn’t know what to say. she just kissed him softly, the words unspoken between them, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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back home w/ jack hughes ->

summary: jack comes home after awhile away from y/n

word count: 1.1k

warnings: FLUFFFF

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it had been two weeks since jack left for the road trip. the time had dragged on, a blur of workdays, nights alone, and phone calls that didn’t quite fill the space he left behind. y/n had gotten used to the silence in their apartment, but it wasn’t the same without jack’s presence. their apartment felt like a room with missing pieces.

today was the day though. jack was finally coming home. she checked the time for what felt like the hundredth time—his flight was landing soon. her stomach fluttered with anticipation. it felt like a mini countdown in her head. as much as she’d missed him, it wasn’t just his absence that had been hard—it was the waiting. now, the waiting was almost over.

y/n quickly moved around the apartment, tidying up the living room. she made sure there were no clothes left on the couch or stray mugs on the coffee table. it wasn’t about impressing him; it was just about making the place feel like home again, the way it did when he was here. she also found herself doing the little things she did before jack left—throwing on a hoodie of his that she loved to wear while he was gone, fixing her hair the way she knew he liked it, just small things that made it feel normal.

by the time she’d finished tidying up, she sat on the couch, phone in hand, refreshing the tracker app she’d been using to check his flight status. 10 minutes until landing. she sighed in relief, sinking back into the cushions. the anticipation of his return felt almost overwhelming. she missed him more than she thought she would. even when he was home, he was always so busy with practice or games, but there was a different kind of quiet when he was away on trips. the kind where you only get small windows of connection, long texts and brief phone calls that always left you wanting more.

finally, her phone buzzed. she grinned. jack had texted her: just landed. i’ll be home in 30.

she couldn’t help but smile at how routine everything felt, even though this moment was far from ordinary. they’d done long-distance during the season before, and although it was difficult, they’d figured out how to make it work. still, it never got any easier.

y/n stood up, taking a deep breath. 30 minutes. it wasn’t long, but it felt like it might stretch on forever.

jack had said he'd be back by late afternoon, and sure enough, the sound of his key turning in the door made her stomach flip. she quickly got up, heart pounding as she walked to the entryway. the door creaked open, and there he was, standing in the doorway, duffel bag over one shoulder, his face lighting up when he saw her.

"hey, babe," jack said, grinning that familiar grin she’d been missing for days.

"hey," she responded, almost laughing at how stupidly happy she felt to see him. she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him immediately, inhaling the scent of his cologne and the faint scent of ice and locker rooms. his hands slid down her back as he hugged her tightly, pressing a soft kiss to her hair.

"i missed you so much," jack muttered, his voice muffled against her hair.

y/n pulled away just enough to look up at him, meeting his tired, but soft eyes. "i missed you too. god, this past week has been... too long."

jack chuckled, leaning in for a soft kiss. "i swear, it’s like the road trips get longer every time. and it’s not even just the hockey. it’s you, y/n. i miss you. i hate being away from you."

y/n smiled, running her hand along the back of his neck. "yeah, i felt the same way. it’s quiet without you around. i’ve been talking to the plants like they’re people just to keep myself from going crazy."

"i’ll bet the plants appreciated that," jack teased, pulling her back into another hug.

“they loved it,” she laughed, breathing in his familiar scent again, her body relaxing at the warmth of his embrace. “i’m glad you’re home.”

they stood there for a few moments, just holding each other, the weight of the days apart fading away with each second. jack finally pulled back, looking at her with a mischievous smile.

“so, what’s the plan for tonight?” he asked. “i’m thinking food, maybe a movie. but mostly just... you and me, y’know?”

y/n grinned, nodding. “that sounds perfect. i’ve missed our movie nights.”

jack raised an eyebrow. “really? you missed me more than the movies?”

“obviously,” she teased, nudging him playfully. “the movies are just a bonus.”

he laughed, clearly happy to be home. “well, in that case, i’m all yours. what do you want to do first?”

“well…” y/n hesitated, glancing at the kitchen. “i made dinner. i hope you’re not too tired for it.”

“dinner? you made food?” jack raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “what kind of food? it’s not burnt, is it?”

“very funny,” y/n rolled her eyes, playfully shoving him. “no, it’s not burnt. i made lasagna.”

“lasagna, huh?” jack grinned. “sounds amazing. definitely can’t say no to that.”

“good,” y/n said, leading him into the kitchen. “it’s the least i could do since i’ve been eating takeout like it’s my job while you’ve been gone.”

jack chuckled, sliding into a chair at the small kitchen table. “well, i’m back now. and i’m going to eat my weight in lasagna.”

they spent the next hour eating dinner and chatting about everything and nothing. jack told her about the road trip—how tiring the games were, how the team had been doing, and how the locker room felt empty without her jokes and energy to brighten it. y/n listened, laughing at his stories, teasing him about some of his teammates’ antics. it felt like old times, like nothing had changed, and in that moment, everything felt just as it should.

after dinner, they settled into the living room, curled up on the couch together. jack had his arm around y/n, pulling her close as they put on a movie. the sound of the opening credits filled the room, but neither of them was paying much attention to the screen. y/n felt jack’s hand gently rubbing circles on her back, his thumb stroking the soft fabric of her hoodie.

"god, it feels good to be home," jack murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“yeah, it does,” y/n replied, content with just being in his arms. “it’s been too long. i didn’t realize how much i needed you here.”

jack nodded, his grip on her tightening slightly. “same here. it’s not the same without you.”

they sat there for a while, not needing to say much. it was one of those rare moments when everything just felt right. the movie played in the background, but it was the quiet moments between the scenes that mattered. the quiet moments where they didn’t need to speak, where their presence was enough.

as the movie ended, they both let out a satisfied sigh. jack stretched, looking at y/n with a soft smile.

“you know, i was thinking…” he began, his voice turning more serious. “this trip made me realize something.”

“what’s that?” y/n asked, looking up at him curiously.

“i don’t want to keep doing this,” he said, his eyes locking onto hers. “the whole being apart thing. i want us to be able to just... be together, without the distance. it’s been hard.”

y/n smiled softly, running her hand along his jawline. “i know, jack. i don’t like it either. but we make it work, right?”

“yeah,” he said, his voice filled with determination. “but i want it to be easier. for both of us.”

y/n didn’t know what to say. she just kissed him softly, the words unspoken between them, knowing that whatever came next, they would face it together.

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a new beginning w/ matthew knies

summary: matthew gets pulled up to leafs

word count: 0.9k

warnings: slight angst

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it was a typical sunday afternoon when matthew got the call. he was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone while y/n was in the kitchen, humming softly as she prepped their dinner. the sounds of her chopping vegetables mixed with the faint hum of the tv in the background. life had felt simple in the last few months—nothing major had changed. or at least, that's what y/n thought.

“hey, uh, babe,” matthew called out, his voice unusually quiet.

y/n looked up from what she was doing, her brow furrowing slightly at the tone. she wiped her hands on the towel and walked over to him. "what’s wrong?" she asked, noticing his tense posture, the phone still in his hand.

"i... i just got the call. they want me to come up to the leafs," he said, his voice trailing off as he looked at her, waiting for her reaction.

it took a second for the words to sink in. y/n blinked, not quite processing. "wait, you’re being pulled up? like... to the leafs?"

"yeah," matthew replied, nodding slowly. "i’m leaving for toronto tomorrow."

y/n’s stomach dropped. she’d known this moment might come, but hearing it out loud made it real in a way she wasn’t ready for. matthew had been playing with the minnesota wild’s affiliate team for a while now, and although there had been talk of him possibly getting a chance with the leafs, she hadn’t thought it would happen so soon. and certainly not like this.

“oh,” y/n said, her voice quiet. she forced a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “that’s... that’s amazing, matthew. i’m happy for you.”

but matthew could see right through the smile. he could see the sadness in her eyes, the way her shoulders slumped just slightly. he knew how much she had grown attached to their life in minnesota. how they had built this little routine together. how much she hated change, even though she tried to hide it.

“y/n,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. “i know this is sudden, but... i’ll be back. it’s just for a while, you know? i promise, we’ll make it work.”

y/n nodded, blinking away the sudden sting of tears. “i know,” she whispered. “i’m just... i’m gonna miss you. a lot. more than i thought.”

“i’ll miss you too,” matthew said, his voice tight. “it’s gonna be weird not having you here, especially since we’ve gotten so used to... this.” he motioned around their apartment. “but hey, i’m not going anywhere forever. we’ll figure it out, okay?”

y/n bit her lip and nodded again. “yeah... yeah, of course. it’s just... i didn’t expect this. i didn’t think i’d have to get used to you being away for games all the time.”

matthew squeezed her hand, his thumb brushing against her skin in a soothing motion. “i’ll make time for us, i promise. this isn’t easy for either of us, but we’ll get through it. we’ve done long distance before, right?”

she let out a soft laugh, though it sounded more like a sigh. “yeah, i guess so. but this feels different.”

“i know,” he said. “it does. but we’re stronger than that. we’ll figure it out.”

they both stood there in the living room, just taking a moment to process it. matthew could tell y/n was sad, but he also knew how strong she was. she always found a way to make things work, even when it wasn’t easy. but it didn’t make the goodbye any less difficult.

“when do you leave?” y/n asked after a few seconds of silence.

“tomorrow morning,” he replied. “i know it’s quick, but it’s what i’ve worked for, right?”

“yeah,” y/n said softly. “i know. i’m proud of you, matthew. i really am.”

matthew pulled her into a hug, his arms tight around her. “thanks, y/n. i’ll be back before you know it.”

as the evening went on, they made dinner together, though it felt a little off. y/n couldn’t stop thinking about how much things were going to change. how she was going to have to get used to the quiet when he was gone. how she’d have to rely on texts and phone calls to stay connected, just like before.

but even through all of it, she knew one thing: she would support him. she had to. it was his dream, and she couldn’t let her sadness stand in the way of that. she loved him too much to do that. even if it meant missing him every single day.

later that night, after they’d cleaned up dinner and settled on the couch, matthew turned to her, his face serious for a moment.

“y/n, i know it’s gonna be hard, but you’ll be okay, right?”

“yeah,” she said, offering him a small, genuine smile. “i will be. i’ve got you in my corner. i’ll always have you in my corner.”

“and i’ve got you, too,” he replied, his hand resting on her knee. “always.”

the next morning came too fast. y/n watched as matthew packed the last of his things, slipping into his maple leafs gear, the logo standing out boldly on the fabric. her heart twisted as she realized how real it all was. he was really leaving.

“call me when you get there?” she asked, her voice soft.

“every day,” he promised, leaning down to kiss her forehead. “i’ll miss you more than you know.”

“i’ll miss you too,” y/n whispered, watching as he grabbed his bags and walked out the door. she stood in the doorway for a few minutes, her hand on the frame, silently wishing him well.

and even though she knew it wasn’t the end, even though she knew this was just a new chapter in their lives, she couldn’t help but feel the ache of his absence already.

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are you...? w/ dawson mercer ->

summary: dawson and y/n's journey through pregnancy

word count: 2.5k

warnings: pregnancy?

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it was an ordinary evening when y/n felt that shift in her world. everything had been normal — work, dinner, the usual small talk with friends, and quiet moments with dawson. everything felt just... fine. but then, there was that moment in the bathroom when y/n saw the test, the little blue plus sign that meant her life was about to change.

it wasn’t like she hadn’t thought about this possibility before. she and dawson had been together for a while now, and things were good. great, actually. they’d been talking about their future in passing, but always with that casual, carefree attitude that said, “we’re in no rush.” the idea of having a baby? well, it hadn’t been discussed seriously — until now.

y/n stepped out of the bathroom, the test clutched tightly in her hand. dawson was on the couch, scrolling through his phone, and he didn’t look up when she entered. she had no idea how to start this conversation. how do you casually tell someone you're pregnant? it’s not something you just slip into a conversation, like, "hey, i think i’m going to order pizza for dinner."

"hey," y/n started, voice unsteady. dawson glanced up from his phone, his brows furrowing slightly when he saw the look on her face. there was something in her eyes — something he didn’t quite understand.

"what’s wrong?" dawson asked, setting the phone aside. he stood up, walking toward her. y/n hesitated for a moment before holding out the test. dawson blinked, his eyes scanning it, then looking back at her.

"are you...?" his voice trailed off, not sure if he should finish the question or if he had somehow misunderstood.

"yeah," y/n replied quietly. "i’m pregnant."

there was a pause, a moment that felt like everything in the world stopped. dawson stood frozen for a second, his eyes flicking back and forth between y/n and the test in her hand. he opened his mouth as if to speak, but nothing came out at first. the silence stretched between them like a thin thread, fragile and tense.

"wow," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "wow, okay."

"yeah," y/n said, her heart pounding. "i didn’t know how to tell you, dawson. i mean, i don’t even know what to do with this information right now."

dawson ran a hand through his hair, pacing back and forth for a moment. "shit," he muttered under his breath. "this is... this is huge."

"i know," y/n replied, biting her lip. "and i know this isn’t something we planned or anything, but... i wanted to tell you. i needed you to know."

"god, y/n," dawson said, looking at her with a mix of confusion and concern. "i don’t even know what to say."

"you don’t have to say anything yet," she assured him. "i just... i just needed you to know. i wanted you to be a part of this, however we decide to handle it."

dawson nodded, still processing the words. he looked down at the test again, then back at y/n, his expression softening just a little. "you’re sure?"

"yeah," y/n said, her voice steadying. "i’m sure."

dawson exhaled deeply, walking over to her. "okay," he said, his tone more measured now. "okay. we’ll figure this out. i’m here. we’ll figure it out together."

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a few days after the conversation, things still felt a bit surreal. the initial shock had worn off, but the reality of it all was still settling in. y/n and dawson had talked about their options, and they both agreed they wanted to move forward. it wasn’t going to be easy, but they were going to do it together. and then came the time for the next step: shopping for the baby.

they were sitting in the parking lot of a big baby store, one that y/n had driven past countless times but never thought she’d walk into with dawson in tow. he had been quiet on the ride over, lost in his own thoughts, and y/n couldn’t blame him. this was all new. it was new for her too, but she felt a bit more... ready? maybe not ready, but she had that weird feeling that maybe, just maybe, they were both going to be okay.

"you okay?" y/n asked, looking over at dawson as they sat in the car.

he was staring out the window, his fingers tapping absently on the steering wheel. "yeah," he said, glancing over at her. "just... a little nervous, you know?"

"i get it," y/n said with a soft smile. "i am too."

dawson gave a small chuckle, his eyes softening as he met her gaze. "we're both probably gonna mess this up at some point, huh?"

"oh, absolutely," she replied, her tone light. "but that’s what parenting is, right? just winging it and hoping you don’t screw up too badly."

"yeah, i guess," dawson said, grinning now. "well, let’s go in there and see what kind of trouble we can get into."

y/n laughed, pushing open the car door. "after you."

they walked into the store together, and the overwhelming feeling of baby-related merchandise hit them immediately. rows of tiny clothes, pacifiers, bottles, cribs, strollers—it was all a bit much. y/n felt her stomach flip, a mixture of excitement and nerves. this was real. they were buying things for a baby that was going to be theirs.

dawson gave her a sidelong glance, a sheepish smile on his face. "so... where do we even start?"

"honestly?" y/n said, looking around at the shelves of baby items. "i have no idea. but we’ll figure it out."

they wandered through the aisles, picking up small onesies, admiring how tiny and soft they were. dawson held up a small blue shirt with a little dinosaur on it, his expression a mixture of confusion and amusement.

"this is for a baby? it looks like it could fit a hamster," he said, laughing softly.

"it’s cute, though," y/n replied, smiling. "it’s the little things, right? everything’s so... small."

they continued down the aisles, grabbing a few essentials—a pack of diapers, a bottle set, a soft blanket—but y/n could tell they were both still feeling a little lost in the sea of options. she had no idea what they actually needed yet, and dawson seemed to be just as clueless.

"should we get a stroller now?" dawson asked, standing in front of the stroller section, clearly overwhelmed by the sheer number of options.

"maybe not yet," y/n said. "i think we need to figure out what we’re doing for the nursery first, right?"

"yeah, good call," dawson said, rubbing the back of his neck. "this is a lot. and how do people know what to buy? this is insane."

"tell me about it," y/n said, pushing a shopping cart through the aisles. "there’s, like, a hundred kinds of strollers, and they all look the same to me. i don't even know what half this stuff is."

as they continued walking through the store, dawson took her hand, and for a brief moment, everything felt okay. they didn’t have all the answers, and they weren’t going to figure it all out today. but they were in this together, and that was enough for now.

they ended up in the baby clothing section, where they picked out a few cute onesies in neutral colors and a soft little hat. dawson insisted on buying a stuffed bear, even though y/n told him it was probably too soon.

"i don’t care," he said, grinning. "we’re getting it. it’s cute."

"fine, fine," y/n laughed. "but only because it’s the first thing you’ve picked out on your own."

"i’ve got good taste," dawson replied, looking proud of himself.

they kept shopping for a while longer, picking up a few more things, and by the time they were ready to check out, y/n felt like she’d been hit by a whirlwind of baby gear. but she also felt... happy. maybe not entirely prepared, but happy. dawson kept making her laugh, and that made everything feel a little more manageable.

as they stood in line, dawson turned to her, his smile soft. "hey, we’re doing okay, right?"

"yeah," y/n said, squeezing his hand. "we are. we really are."

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the next few months flew by in a blur of appointments, baby classes, and endless preparations. every morning, y/n would wake up with a sense of excitement—and sometimes a bit of anxiety—about the changes happening to her body. dawson, despite his occasional nervousness, was right there with her every step of the way, doing his best to make sure she was comfortable and feeling supported.

the first trimester had been rough. morning sickness came like a wave, unpredictable and relentless. there were days when y/n barely had the energy to get out of bed, and dawson was there with ginger ale and crackers, ready to help her through it. he’d even gotten a bit obsessed with researching remedies to ease the nausea, convinced there had to be a magic cure. it was sweet, really. his determination to make her feel better, to make sure she was comfortable, was something she hadn’t expected but appreciated more than he probably realized.

by the time they reached the second trimester, things had settled down a bit. the nausea was gone, and although y/n’s body was changing faster than she could keep up with, she felt more energized. she wasn’t as tired all the time, and the baby’s movements were starting to make everything feel more real. every flutter, every kick, reminded her that there was someone tiny and perfect growing inside of her.

one evening, as they sat on the couch after dinner, y/n rested her head on dawson’s shoulder. he’d been working late for the past few days, and they hadn’t had a chance to just relax together.

“hey,” she said, her voice soft. “do you ever... feel like this whole thing is still so surreal?”

dawson chuckled, running his hand over her stomach. “yeah, all the time. i mean, it’s like... i’m going through this with you, but i still can’t wrap my head around it sometimes.”

y/n smiled, looking up at him. “same. like, one minute i’m thinking about the baby, and then the next, i’m just trying to figure out how to keep up with everything. it’s a lot.”

“we’re getting there,” dawson said, squeezing her hand. “we’ll figure it out.”

as the months went on, they tackled each new challenge together. y/n’s belly grew bigger, and so did her collection of maternity clothes. dawson would laugh as he watched her try on different outfits, occasionally making jokes about how cute she looked. the way he seemed so genuinely proud of her, even in the most uncomfortable moments, made y/n’s heart swell.

they took childbirth classes together, where dawson awkwardly practiced breathing exercises and tried (and failed) to remember the proper way to support y/n during labor. y/n couldn’t help but laugh at how serious he took everything, even as he fumbled through the exercises. it was one of the many ways she realized just how much dawson was invested in this journey.

one night, when y/n was about seven months along, they sat down together to talk about the baby’s name. it had been something they’d avoided for a while, mostly because the pressure of picking the perfect name felt enormous.

“so, have you thought of anything?” dawson asked, looking at her with that expectant look in his eyes. they’d both tossed around ideas, but neither of them had agreed on anything yet.

“i like emma,” y/n said, looking at him cautiously. “i think it’s a pretty name.”

dawson raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on his lips. “emma? i don’t know... i was thinking more along the lines of something like... max or alex.”

“max?” y/n said, teasing him. “we’re having a baby, not a dog.”

“hey,” dawson said, laughing. “max is a good name. it’s strong, you know?”

“strong?” y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “i think emma is strong too. and it’s classic.”

they went back and forth, throwing out names and debating the pros and cons of each. the more they talked, the more it became clear how much they cared about this decision. it wasn’t just about picking a name; it was about giving their child an identity, something they could be proud of.

in the final weeks of the pregnancy, y/n’s emotions were all over the place. one minute, she’d be excited to meet the baby, and the next, she’d feel overwhelmed by the unknown. the thought of giving birth, of the pain and the uncertainty, would occasionally flood her with anxiety. dawson, as always, was there to reassure her. his constant support was a lifeline for her, even when she couldn’t fully put her feelings into words.

the night before her due date, dawson and y/n sat in bed, snuggling under the covers. dawson was scrolling through his phone, but y/n could tell his attention wasn’t fully on the screen.

“i’m nervous,” y/n admitted, her voice soft. “i don’t know what to expect tomorrow.”

dawson put down his phone and turned to her, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “hey, we’ve got this. i know you’re nervous, but you’re gonna be amazing. you’ve been amazing this whole time.”

“but what if... what if i can’t do it?” y/n whispered. “what if it’s too much?”

“you’re stronger than you think,” dawson said, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “and i’m right here with you. i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

they spent the night talking softly, making plans for the next day, for the future. they didn’t know what was coming, but they were ready to face it together.

the following day, when the contractions started, y/n’s nerves were replaced with a fierce determination. she and dawson were in the hospital, walking the halls while y/n breathed through each contraction. dawson held her hand through it all, his words of encouragement and love never wavering.

the hours seemed to drag on, but eventually, they found themselves in the delivery room, where y/n pushed through the final stages of labor. it was painful, exhausting, and overwhelming, but with dawson by her side, she felt like she could do anything.

and then, after what felt like an eternity, she heard the cry of their baby. a beautiful, loud, desperate sound. dawson squeezed her hand, his eyes wide with amazement.

“you did it,” he whispered, tears in his eyes. “we did it.”

their baby—emma, as they had finally decided—was placed in y/n’s arms, and in that moment, everything made sense. the exhaustion, the fear, the uncertainty—none of it mattered anymore. they were parents now, and nothing could take that away.

“she’s perfect,” y/n whispered, looking down at the tiny, squirming bundle in her arms. dawson leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to both y/n’s forehead and the baby’s.

“yeah,” he said, his voice full of emotion. “she really is.”

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longest fic yet yay!

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summer is great w/ quinn hughes ->

summary: summers are always interesting with this group

word count: 1.8k

warnings: none imo

a/n: super sorry if the spacing on this one is weird, my computer is acting up, not proofread!

it was the kind of summer day that felt like it was stretching forever. the kind of day where the sun hung just right in the sky, casting that perfect golden glow over the lake. the sound of birds chirping, the hum of the occasional boat motor, and the soft lapping of the water against the dock were all part of the atmosphere at the hughes brothers’ lake house. it was a place where time slowed down, where things were easier, and everyone just lived in the moment.

you weren’t exactly sure how you ended up here—just that the invitation came from cole caufield, who’d somehow convinced you to spend the weekend with a bunch of hockey players. you weren’t complaining. you liked cole well enough, but there was a certain... tension with him. he liked you. liked you. and while you appreciated his attention, you couldn't deny there was someone else on your mind.

quinn hughes.

he was kind of perfect in every way that made your heart skip a beat. quiet, but with this understated charm that made you want to be around him all the time. he was also, unfortunately, the one you couldn’t have. which was the problem. the really big problem. and it wasn’t helping that cole seemed to be everywhere, grinning at you like he knew the effect he had.

you were sitting on the dock, feet dangling in the cool water, trying to focus on the ripples instead of the too-loud conversation coming from behind you. trevor zegras was laughing at something luke hughes had said, while jack, ever the natural leader, tried to keep things somewhat civil. cole was sitting nearby, his eyes flicking toward you every few seconds like he couldn’t help himself.

“you good, y/n?” luke’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. he was sitting next to you, legs stretched out as he let his feet drag in the water. you hadn’t realized he’d come over.

“yeah, just... thinking,” you said, offering him a small smile. you didn’t want to make it obvious you were thinking about his older brother.

“about quinn?” luke said, a knowing grin spreading across his face. he raised an eyebrow.

you stiffened a little, suddenly feeling exposed. “no, just... stuff.”

“uh-huh. sure.” he laughed softly, nudging you with his elbow. “don’t worry, i won’t tell him.”

you shot him a look. “you’d better not.”

he winked at you, clearly enjoying the teasing, but then his expression shifted. “hey, just... if you’re into him, you should probably go for it, right? don’t overthink it too much.”

“it’s not that simple,” you mumbled, looking away.

before luke could press you further, cole appeared, sitting down beside you on the dock, his usual grin plastered on his face. he leaned back on his hands, looking up at the sky as if he was genuinely enjoying the moment.

“you know,” cole started casually, his voice light and easy, “i think this lake house is cursed.”

you blinked at him. “cursed?”

“yeah. every time i come here, i end up losing to jack at something ridiculous. ping pong, cornhole, the stupid trivia game we played last night. it’s like he’s got some kind of unfair advantage.”

you rolled your eyes, trying not to laugh at the idea of cole being so invested in winning these small competitions. “sounds like you need to practice more.”

“oh, i do,” cole said dramatically, “but it’s like jack has an unfair advantage. maybe he’s hiding some kind of... cheat code or something.”

“he probably just has more practice than you,” you teased, feeling lighter, even if your mind was still lingering on the whole quinn thing.

cole shot you a playful glare, but it didn’t last long before he was grinning again. “well, you know, i was thinking—maybe we should do something a little more fun today. like, uh... a treasure hunt? scavenger hunt? we could split up into teams.”

“how original,” you muttered, but you couldn’t help but feel a little amused by his enthusiasm.

before you could say anything else, jack's voice cut through the conversation, calling from the lawn. “hey, cole, you’re still complaining about losing?”

“no! i'm just... making an observation,” cole yelled back, his usual cocky tone slipping into something more relaxed. he stood up and stretched. “so, are we doing this scavenger hunt thing or what?”

“i don’t know if it's a scavenger hunt,” jack said, clearly trying to keep things more organized. “but we’ll split into teams. i’ll be with quinn, luke, you and y/n can team up.”

your stomach did a weird flip at the mention of quinn’s name, and for a second, you wished the earth would just swallow you up. cole shot you a look, his expression unreadable for a brief moment before he smirked.

“guess it’s you and me, huh?” cole grinned, nudging you with his elbow again.

you smiled weakly, trying not to feel too disappointed. this was fine. you didn’t need to be on quinn’s team. you didn’t. it was just... a little awkward, that’s all.

as everyone else scrambled to get things organized, you found yourself trailing behind cole as he made his way toward a stack of paper plates and markers for the so-called treasure hunt. the next few minutes were a blur of laughter, teasing, and mild competitiveness, as everyone got into their teams and tried to figure out what exactly they were supposed to be hunting for.

“so, y/n,” cole said, his voice suddenly quieter. you looked over at him, curious. “what’s going on with you? i mean, i know you’ve been kinda quiet lately.”

you were about to deflect, like you always did, but something in his tone made you pause. you could tell he was asking because he genuinely cared, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of why you were so withdrawn lately.

“just... thinking about stuff,” you replied vaguely, forcing a smile. “nothing major.”

cole didn’t seem convinced, but he didn’t push further. instead, he dropped his voice even lower, almost conspiratorially. “i know it’s not my business, but... you should just tell quinn how you feel. trust me, he’s not as oblivious as you think.”

you froze for a second, heart pounding in your chest. “what do you mean?”

“i mean,” cole shrugged, giving you a sideways glance, “guys can be pretty clueless sometimes, but quinn... he’s not. trust me.”

you bit your lip, not entirely sure how to respond. you had no idea if cole was just trying to mess with you or if there was truth in what he was saying.

before you could say anything else, quinn’s voice broke through the moment. “hey, are you two ready or what?”

you looked up, your heart doing that weird fluttery thing as you locked eyes with quinn for just a second too long. his expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way he looked at you that made your pulse race.

“yeah, we’re ready,” cole said, his usual grin returning as he clapped you on the back. “let’s go kick some ass.”

the treasure hunt itself was chaotic in the best way possible. people were yelling, running around, and trying to outsmart each other, all while the lake shimmered in the background. cole and you made a solid team—mostly because he was determined to win, but also because you were starting to have fun. you spent the next few hours running around, checking off clues, and laughing at how ridiculously competitive everyone was.

but through it all, you couldn’t help but steal glances at quinn. he was so effortlessly cool, like he was made for moments like this. and, as much as you tried to push the feelings down, it was hard not to feel like maybe... maybe there was something there.

as the sun began to set, painting the sky in soft oranges and pinks, everyone gathered around the firepit. the air was warm, but there was a cool breeze coming off the lake, making everything feel just right.

you sat down next to cole, trying not to feel too awkward about the whole situation. your team hadn’t won, but you didn’t really care. it was the kind of day that made you forget about anything else, even if your heart was still tangled up in something you couldn’t figure out.

“so, y/n,” cole said, his voice playful as he poked you in the ribs, “i gotta know. how’d you end up with quinn, huh?”

you froze for a moment, but then you laughed awkwardly. “uh, what do you mean?”

“you know,” cole grinned, “you’re always looking at him like he’s the last cookie in the jar.”

“i do not!” you protested, but you were already blushing.

“you totally do,” he said, giving you an exaggerated look of disbelief.

“shut up,” you muttered, though you couldn’t hide your smile.

just then, quinn looked over at you from across the fire, his eyes lingering for a moment longer than usual. you weren’t sure if you imagined it, but for a split second, it felt like there was something there. something real. and maybe, just maybe, this summer wouldn’t be as complicated as you thought.

but you didn’t say anything about it. not yet, anyway.

the night stretched on, full of laughter, stories, and the quiet buzz of summer. you knew things wouldn’t stay the same forever, but for now, you were content to just enjoy the moment.

PART 2????

and maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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STOP TAGGING SMUT AS FLUFF PLS IM JUST TRYING TO FIND A CUTE FIC AND ALL I GET IS SMUT

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draft day w/ macklin celebrini ⇒

summary: macklin and y/n experience draft day together, all the emotions. everything always ends up ok in the end

word count: 3k

warnings: fluff!!

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macklin celebrini was pacing around his hotel room in las vegas, the excitement and nerves mixing together in an anxious blur. it was the 2024 nhl draft day, and everything he’d worked for was about to come to fruition. this day wasn’t just about his future—it was about everything that had led him here: years of early mornings, late nights on the ice, countless sacrifices, and most importantly, y/n, his girlfriend of three years.

“you okay?” y/n’s voice cut through his thoughts, and he turned to see her standing in the doorway, her smile warm as ever.

he paused, trying to steady his breath. “i’m good. just… feels like a dream, y’know?”

y/n crossed the room, her soft steps barely making a sound. “you’ve earned it, mack. you’re going to do great. no matter what happens, i’m proud of you.”

“i couldn’t have done it without you,” he said, his voice soft. "you’ve been here through everything. i’m just lucky you’re with me."

y/n grinned, giving him a playful nudge. “i’m lucky, huh? well, you’ve definitely made it easy to be lucky.”

the smile that spread across macklin's face was one of relief. her words always had a way of calming his racing mind. she was right. no matter what happened today, this moment—this dream—was already something they’d worked toward together.

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after grabbing a quick breakfast, the two of them headed to the venue where the draft was taking place. the city was buzzing with excitement, and the anticipation in the air was thick. even though macklin had done interviews and media events before, today felt different. today, the world was watching him in a new light. but y/n was by his side, and that made all the difference.

they made their way through the crowd, dodging the media and fans, until they reached the family and friends section. y/n sat beside him, her hand on his knee, giving him a smile full of encouragement.

“so, how’s your heart doing?” she asked, her voice low.

“about to explode,” he laughed nervously. “but i’m good. just ready for it to happen.”

y/n squeezed his knee gently. “you’ve worked for this. you’ll be fine. it’s just another step on the journey. and no matter what happens, i’m right here.”

macklin smiled, turning toward her and brushing his hand against hers. the world outside of the two of them seemed to fade. her support, her belief in him—it made everything feel possible.

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as the draft started, the room was filled with a buzzing energy. the top prospects were called up one by one, the applause loud for each name. when the announcer got to the fifth pick, macklin felt his heart skip a beat. this was it.

“with the first overall pick in the 2024 nhl draft, the san jose sharks are proud to select from boston university… macklin celebrini.”

macklin froze for a second, the reality of it sinking in. the crowd erupted into cheers, and macklin’s stomach flipped. y/n jumped up immediately, her arms wrapping around him in excitement. “oh my god, mack! this is happening!”

he hugged her tight, laughing in disbelief. “i did it… we did it.”

y/n looked up at him, tears of joy already welling in her eyes. “i knew you would. i’m so proud of you.”

he leaned down, kissing the top of her head before making his way toward the stage. as he walked up, he could hear the crowd cheering, and in that moment, everything felt surreal. but then, he caught sight of y/n, sitting in the audience with a beaming smile. she blew him a kiss, and his heart felt like it was soaring.

the commissioner handed him the jersey, and for the first time, it wasn’t just a jersey—it was a symbol of everything he’d worked for. as he looked back at y/n, he couldn’t help but smile. this moment was as much hers as it was his.

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after the draft, the night was filled with celebrations. there were interviews, photos, and a lot of well-wishes. macklin had never felt more overwhelmed in his life, but y/n’s presence kept him grounded. as the night wore on and people began to filter out, macklin and y/n found a quiet corner, away from the noise.

“this is crazy, huh?” macklin said, still trying to wrap his head around everything.

y/n smiled, resting her head on his shoulder. “you’ve been dreaming of this day your whole life, and now it’s real. i’m so happy for you, mack.”

“i know,” he said, his voice quiet. “but i think i’m happiest that you’re here with me. none of this would be as good without you.”

y/n’s smile softened. “you’ve been my biggest cheerleader, too. i’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished, but i’m even prouder to be here, right by your side.”

he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer. “you’re the best part of my life, y/n. no matter what happens next, i want you with me.”

y/n looked up at him, her eyes sparkling. “i’m not going anywhere.”

and in that moment, as the two of them sat there quietly amidst the celebrations, macklin realized that no matter where his career took him, it was the moments like this—moments with y/n—that truly made everything worth it.

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the following months flew by in a blur of training camps, media events, and preparing for the start of his nhl career. but every step of the way, y/n was there. whether it was long phone calls while macklin was on the road or spending the weekend together before the big day, she had a way of making everything feel normal, even when everything else felt like it was changing rapidly.

one night, after an intense practice, macklin and y/n were sitting on his couch in their apartment, eating takeout and watching a movie. it wasn’t glamorous, but it was their time. and that was all that mattered.

“you’re going to kill it out there,” y/n said, nudging his shoulder with hers. “you’ve already proven how hard you work, and now you get to show everyone what you’re made of.”

macklin leaned back, stretching his legs out on the couch. “i just want to be ready. there’s so much to learn, and i know it’s not going to be easy.”

“it won’t be easy, but you’ll make it work. you always do,” y/n said, her tone full of confidence.

he smiled at her, his eyes full of gratitude. “i couldn’t do it without you.”

y/n grinned. “you could. but you don’t have to. i’m here, remember?”

he pulled her closer, resting his chin on her head. “i know. and i’m so glad you are.”

as they sat there, wrapped up in each other’s presence, macklin knew that no matter what happened on the ice, nothing could beat the peace he felt being with y/n. no matter where the game took him, she would always be the place he called home.

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lakehouse summer w/ will smith ⇒

will smith x hughes!reader

summary: will smith, dating y/n hughes, faces teasing from her protective brothers jack and quinn during a summer lake house visit.

word count: 1.6k

warnings: jack and quinn teasing

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it’s a blistering saturday afternoon in july, and will smith is sitting on the porch of the lake house, staring out at the water. the sun’s reflecting off the lake in a way that’s almost blinding, and the air is thick with the promise of humidity. he takes a sip of his iced coffee, the cool liquid a stark contrast to the heat wrapping around him, and tries to focus on the sound of the wind rustling the trees.

beside him, y/n is lounging, her feet dangling over the edge of the porch, her sunglasses perched atop her head. she's wearing a hot pink bikini with one of wills shirts on top of it. will’s not sure how they ended up here—just the two of them, on the porch at jack and quinn’s lake house—but it’s nice. it’s peaceful.

until, of course, jack and quinn show up.

"you guys need help with anything?" quinn calls from the yard, his voice loud and obnoxious as he jogs up to the porch, a grin plastered across his face. jack trails behind him, carrying a cooler and a six-pack of beer, looking far too relaxed for someone who’s apparently planning to ruin will’s afternoon.

will sighs. he’s used to this. jack and quinn have been friends with him for a while now, but that doesn’t mean they’ve ever been shy about teasing him. especially when it comes to y/n. and y/n, of course, being the youngest and slightly more innocent of the group, is always a target too.

“you two good out here?” jack asks, winking at y/n, and giving will a look that’s probably meant to be subtle, but it’s anything but.

y/n rolls her eyes, nudging will’s shoulder playfully. “don’t even start,” she says, the tone of her voice soft but knowing. she’s heard it all before.

“start?” quinn laughs, his eyes narrowing in mock suspicion. “we’re just making sure you two aren’t... getting too comfortable out here. no need to rush it, huh?”

will immediately feels himself getting defensive. “we’re fine,” he says quickly, a little too quickly, but he’s not about to let them make it awkward. “just enjoying the day.”

jack drops the cooler onto the table and raises an eyebrow, looking between will and y/n. “enjoying the day, huh? is that what we’re calling it now?” he smirks at y/n. “are you sure about that?”

y/n laughs softly, her shoulders shaking as she tries to hide her amusement behind her sunglasses. “you guys are unbelievable,” she mutters, shaking her head.

“hey, we’re just making sure will’s treating you right,” quinn teases, his grin widening. “he’s a hockey player, y/n, you gotta keep your standards high.” he looks at will with a playful but pointed look, and will can’t help but feel a little hot under the collar. “can’t have you falling for a guy who might be too focused on pucks and not enough on... whatever else you’re into.”

“oh, god,” y/n groans, covering her face with her hands. “i didn’t sign up for this.”

“don’t worry, y/n,” jack says with a grin. “we’re just here to keep will on his toes. you know, make sure he doesn’t get too comfortable.”

will throws his head back, exasperated. “seriously? you guys can’t leave it alone for five minutes?”

“nah, we’re just having a little fun,” quinn says, throwing an arm around will’s shoulders in a way that’s way too casual. “besides, we all know how protective older brothers can be, right, jack?”

“hey, you think i’m bad?” jack laughs, shooting quinn a glance. “just wait until we get luke out here. he’s gonna have a lot to say about will.”

“don’t remind me,” will says, holding his hand up in mock surrender. “i’m gonna need a few beers before that conversation happens.”

y/n leans back, putting her feet up on the railing, clearly unbothered by the ongoing teasing. “you’re both insane,” she says. “but i’m used to it by now.”

“well, we’re not the ones dating will,” quinn says, waggling his eyebrows at y/n. “so, who’s the real crazy one?”

y/n shakes her head but can’t hold back her smile. “you two are ridiculous.”

“hey, we’re just looking out for our little sister,” jack says with a serious face, though it’s totally ruined by the grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “wouldn’t want her to fall into the wrong hands.”

will narrows his eyes, though he’s trying not to laugh. “i’m sitting right here, you know?”

quinn snickers. “oh, we know. trust me, we know.”

“god, i swear,” will mutters, but he’s chuckling now, because despite the teasing, he’s not mad. he actually kind of likes it. it’s a little weird, a little annoying, but it’s also kind of... sweet. jack and quinn are just protective older brothers, and he gets that. it’s kind of endearing, even though it’s at his expense.

“you two can keep talking all you want,” y/n says, looking at will with a smile that makes him feel a little lighter. “but i’m gonna enjoy my summer. let’s just sit here and not let them ruin it for us.”

will grins. “that’s the spirit.”

the conversation shifts again as they start talking about the plan for the evening—something about a bonfire and marshmallows, and maybe some more teasing from jack and quinn. but for now, will’s content. they’re all together, and the sun’s starting to dip lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the lake.

later that night, they’re sitting around the bonfire, the flames crackling and dancing in the cool evening air. everyone’s laughing and joking, the sound of waves gently lapping against the shore in the distance. will can feel the heat of the fire on his face, but it’s a welcome contrast to the chill in the air.

“you guys think you’ll make it to the lake next weekend?” quinn asks, taking a sip from his beer. “or are you both too busy being all coupley and stuff?” he gives a mocking sigh. “sooo romantic.”

y/n rolls her eyes. “we’re not that bad,” she protests, though her cheeks are a little flushed.

“nah, they’re totally a thing now,” jack says with a fake dramatic gasp. “i can already see it. you two, holding hands by the fire, watching the sunset, all that cheesy stuff.”

will feels himself blush but tries to brush it off. “you know, you guys are really starting to get on my nerves.”

“aw, poor will,” quinn teases, clearly enjoying himself. “don’t worry, we’re just making sure you’re up to snuff. y/n deserves the best.”

“well, i’m right here,” y/n says, looking amused, though a little embarrassed too. “and i don’t think i need you two to remind me every two seconds.”

“ah, but we do,” jack says, completely serious, and for a moment, will thinks jack’s not messing around. “you’re our little sister. we’ll never stop looking out for you.”

y/n gives him a fond but exasperated look. “okay, okay, i get it. you guys are protective.”

“only because we care,” quinn adds, grinning as he raises his bottle of beer. “now, where’s that marshmallow?”

they end up roasting marshmallows until they’re too full to eat any more, and the teasing dies down for a bit, the group settling into an easy rhythm as the night drifts on. will’s glad to have y/n here, to be part of this strange, welcoming family of hers. it’s funny—he never imagined that he’d be in a situation like this, where the teasing feels less like an attack and more like... a weird kind of affection.

but as the night goes on, with jack and quinn’s light-hearted banter and y/n’s quiet laughter beside him, he realizes that this is just how they show they care. and honestly, it’s not so bad. he can handle the teasing.

“hey,” y/n whispers to him as the fire burns down to embers. “don’t let them get to you too much.”

will smiles, feeling the warmth of the fire, of her, and the laughter of her brothers still floating in the air. “i think i can handle it.”

"good," she says, leaning her head on his shoulder as they watch the fire fade. "because they're never going to stop."

will laughs softly, wrapping an arm around her. "i’ll survive."

and in the end, he knows she’s right. jack and quinn will never stop teasing him, and he’s pretty sure that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

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i love nico. goodnight

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the perfect getaway w/ nico hischier

nico hischier x gf!reader

summary: nico takes y/n on a romantic getaway to greece during the 4 nations face-off break. amidst breathtaking views and quality time, he proposes, and y/n says yes, marking the start of their future.

word count: 2k

warnings: none

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nico hischier was always busy. between traveling, playing for the new jersey devils, and just being captain, time off was rare. that’s why, when the 4 nations face-off break came around, he knew he needed something special. he had already planned everything out, keeping it a secret from y/n, his girlfriend of nearly three years. she had no idea what he had in mind for this trip to greece.

they’d been talking about going away for a while, just the two of them. it was hard to find time when their schedules were always so packed, but now, with a little break, nico thought it was the perfect chance to get away. no distractions, no friends, no family—just them. and maybe, just maybe, he’d make this trip even more memorable than either of them could have imagined.

y/n had been excited when nico mentioned the idea of a trip. the two of them had been to a couple of places, but nothing felt as special as what nico had planned for greece. it wasn’t just about the place; it was about the timing. it was about them.

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they arrived in santorini on a warm afternoon, the sun hanging low in the sky. the crisp scent of the ocean filled the air, and the whitewashed buildings with blue accents greeted them as they drove through the streets of the island.

“wow,” y/n breathed, her eyes wide as she took in the beauty of the place. “this is incredible.”

nico smiled, proud of his choice. he had been here a few years ago with his family, but this time, it felt different. it felt right, like everything was falling into place. he led her to their villa, a stunning place overlooking the caldera. the view was breathtaking, and y/n immediately started snapping pictures of the landscape, her excitement clear.

“this is perfect, nico,” she said, turning to him with a grin. “you really know how to pick a place.”

“you deserve it,” he replied, his voice soft but sincere. “it’s our time to relax.”

they settled in, unpacking their things and enjoying the view from their balcony. the villa was beautiful, with a cozy living room, a small kitchen, and large glass doors that opened out to the stunning view of the sea. the sunset was starting to color the sky in hues of orange and pink, and nico knew it was the perfect moment.

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the next few days were spent exploring the island, from wandering through the narrow streets of oia to relaxing on the black sand beaches. they visited ancient ruins, had lunch by the water, and watched the sunset every night. nico couldn’t help but feel like he was on top of the world, just being there with y/n. they laughed, they talked, and they completely lost track of time.

one night, after dinner at a small restaurant overlooking the sea, nico and y/n found themselves walking back to the villa hand in hand. the stars above were bright, and the soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore made everything feel peaceful.

“i can’t believe we’re really here,” y/n said, her voice dreamy as she looked up at the stars. “this is like a dream.”

“it is a dream,” nico said, his heart pounding in his chest. “but it’s real. and i’m glad it’s with you.”

y/n smiled and squeezed his hand, her eyes sparkling. “me too. this has been one of the best trips ever.”

they walked in silence for a few moments, just enjoying each other’s presence. nico couldn’t help but feel like it was the right time. the way she looked at him, the way they fit together—it felt like everything was leading up to this moment.

they reached the villa, and nico led y/n to the balcony where they had been spending a lot of their evenings. the view of the sea at night was just as beautiful as it was during the day, and the sound of the water crashing against the rocks below was soothing.

nico turned to y/n, his heart racing. “there’s something i need to tell you.”

y/n looked up at him, her brow furrowed slightly in curiosity. “what’s up?”

nico took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had settled in his stomach. he had never been great at expressing his feelings, but this was something he needed to say. “y/n, you’ve been the best part of my life. these past few years with you have been... everything. i don’t want to imagine my life without you.”

y/n’s eyes softened, and she took a small step closer to him. “nico...”

he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box, holding it out to her. “i know we’ve talked about the future before, but i want to make it official. i want you by my side, always. so... y/n, will you marry me?”

for a moment, y/n just stared at him, her mouth slightly open in surprise. the world seemed to stop, the sound of the waves fading into the background. nico felt like his heart might leap out of his chest.

“nico, are you serious?” y/n finally asked, her voice trembling with emotion.

“i’ve never been more serious about anything,” nico said, his voice low and sincere. “i love you. i want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

y/n’s eyes filled with tears, and a wide smile spread across her face. “yes, nico. yes, of course i will.”

nico grinned, relief flooding through him. he slipped the ring onto her finger, his heart swelling as she looked down at it, then back up at him. everything felt perfect in that moment. it was just the two of them, standing there under the stars, in one of the most beautiful places in the world, with the future ahead of them.

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the next few days were a blur of happiness and excitement. they spent their days exploring more of the island, but now there was an added layer of joy. y/n couldn’t stop staring at the ring on her finger, and nico couldn’t stop grinning every time he saw her do it. everything felt different now, but in the best way possible.

they took a boat tour around the island, stopping at a small secluded beach where they spent the afternoon swimming in the crystal-clear water. y/n had never seen nico so happy, and she was pretty sure he had never seen her so happy either.

one afternoon, while they were sitting on the beach watching the waves, nico turned to y/n. “i can’t believe we’re getting married. it still feels surreal.”

“i know,” y/n said, resting her head on his shoulder. “but i wouldn’t want to spend the rest of my life with anyone else.”

“me neither,” nico whispered, kissing the top of her head. “you’re everything to me.”

they sat in comfortable silence, watching the sun set over the ocean. it was perfect—just like everything about their relationship. and now, with their future together ahead of them, nico couldn’t imagine ever being more content.

when it was time to head back to new jersey, both nico and y/n were reluctant to leave the island behind. but they knew there was so much more to look forward to. the next chapter of their lives was just beginning, and it was going to be an adventure of its own.

as they boarded the plane back home, nico took y/n’s hand in his, squeezing it gently. “this was just the beginning.”

y/n smiled, leaning her head on his shoulder as the plane began to taxi down the runway. “i can’t wait for everything that’s coming.”

and with that, they knew they had everything they needed—each other. and that was enough for now

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“i just cant see myself ever living without you.”

2. “if there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

3. “the closest thing to love at first sight I’ve ever experienced happened when I first laid eyes on you.”

4. “i didn’t believe in soulmates until I met you.”

5. “did you just tell the person I was gonna go out with that we’re dating?”

6. “you owe me a kiss.”

7. “go with me?” “only if you hold my hand.”

8. “i’d feel much better if you’d let me walk you home.”

9. “if I asked you to stay, would you?”

10. “you make me feel alive. For the first time ever, I feel like I can breathe.”

11. “i’ve never felt this way before, and truthfully it scares me. But, the idea of never trying scares me even more.”

12. “you’re telling me you believe in love at first sight?” “i’m starting too.”

13. “i promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.”

14. “is that my shirt?” “you mean our shirt?”

15. “you give me a reason to be better, to do better.”

16. "all I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. somewhere I could call home. and you gave me that. because you are my home.”

17. “they don’t compare to you. no one does.”

18. “i thought I had the worst luck, until i met you.”

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20. “i could see the worst parts of you and still think you are the most beautiful person i’ve met.”

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