#: ̗̀➛ ❝ [ sunny's cellys ] ❞

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✧*̥˚ 𝗦𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗬'𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗨𝗠 *̥˚✧

୨୧ 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢

➪ welcome to my birthday celly! my birthday is on monday so this isn't technically on my brithday but in spirit it is

➪ please make sure you read all the rules/info before requesting

➪ accepting requests: friday, october 18, 2024 12:00 CST to sunday, october 20, 2024 11:59 PM CST (any requests sent before or after these times will be deleted, no exceptions)

➪ answering requests: friday, october 18, 2024 4:00 PM CST to monday, october 21, 2024 11:59 PM CST

➪ open to nhl players and f1 drivers

➪ also i know that meteors are the same thing as shooting stars but we're going to ignore that for this purpose

୨୧ 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗨𝗠 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦

➪ ⭐ the north star viewing ; you've chosen to see the north star! sit down and watching the brightest star in our galaxy guides you to a lifetime of happiness and cuteness (fluff blurb!)

➪ ☄ a meteor ; you've chosen to see a meteor! hold on to the armrests as you follow this "star" through destruction (angst blurb!)

➪ 🌙 moon phases ; you've chose to watch the moon phases! go through different emotions while watching the moon change, just remember there's always a light and dark side (hurt/comfort blurb!)

➪ 💫 shooting stars ; you've chosen to see some shooting stars. shooting stars are rare but you are lukcy if you get to see them. hold on tight to those memories and favor them for all time (platonic blurb!)

➪ 🪐 alt. show 1 ; headcannons! send in someone you want headcannons for (ex. bf!luke or bsf! jack)

➪ ✨ alt. show 2 ; reactions! give me a scenario and then give me up to five players/drivers to react to it

➪ ☀️ alt. show 3 ; sunny’s au’s! send in an ask about one of my aus, see what the couple is up to or ask a question or a scenario etc.

➪ please send all requests with a prompt unless it's the headcannons, reactions, or aus!

➪ you do not have to send me the whole description but you can if you would like/if it's easier

୨୧ 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗦

➪ fluff prompts

➪ angst prompts, 2

➪ hurt/comfort prompts

➪ other prompts

➪ feel free to look up any other prompts as well!

➪ also i love @novelbear’s prompts so i highly recommend looking at some of those :)

[foreverrandomwritings]

🎉 congrats again!

How about Rooster, platonic with the possibility of turning the romantic? Do you know him? yeah, that’s what i thought...(defending a lover), [ RESCUE ]  for one muse to intervene upon seeing a third party making the other one uncomfortable (jealousy), and new beginnings (spring).

Branching Out

Summary: Your brother had been begging you to branch out more. When you finally decide you're ready, will everything go wrong? Who will come and save you in your time of need?

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x afab! Machado!Reader

Warnings: angst, assault, alcohol, bars, bruises and blood.

Word count: 1544

Masterlist M's Hundred Celly Masterlist

You were still pretty new to town, having moved to be with your brother since he recently got a permanent station out in Fightertown, California. Things in your relationship with your ex hadn’t been going great for a while. So when your brother mentioned possibly moving across the country to live with him you jumped at the opportunity. 

It had been about a month since you had taken up residence in his apartment. Within the first week you had found a job that had taken up all your time. So getting out there and experiencing the sunny state was put on hold as you continued to get settled. Your brother had been very insistent however that you branch off from his group of friends that you would spend time with when they had get togethers at their respective households. 

That’s how you wound up in a hole in the wall bar waiting for a girl from work to get there. She had been asking you to hang out since you had started working with her. You had been reluctant but had finally agreed to get your brother to leave you alone. She was almost fifteen minutes late at this point however. 

You glanced at your watch checking the time for the fifth time sighing as you saw the time. You debated leaving as another five minutes passed. As you drank the last sip of your drink you made to scoot out of the booth. But a hand came up to rest on the leather covered back of the seat. You stopped as they blocked your exit. Looking towards the person you saw a short lanky dirty blonde standing there. He gave you a smile that made your skin feel sticky and gross.

“Where are you running off to baby?” as he spoke you could smell cigarettes and cheap beer on his breath. 

“I’m heading home.” you told him simply.

“Why don’t you stay and have a drink with me?” he asked you as his eyes flicked towards your chest. You pulled your tank top up farther and gave him a disgusted look. 

“I can’t stay, I need to get out to my car. My husband is waiting for me.” You hoped the excuse would get him to leave you alone. But the reply didn’t seem to steer him away at all. 

“I’ve been watching you for a while and didn’t see anyone come in with you. You also don’t have a ring on that pretty little finger of yours either.” he reached out for your hand as he finished the sentence. You pulled it away quickly however, not wanting this man's hands on you. The thought of him having watched you gave you a sick feeling. 

“He just got here to pick me up. He’ll be expecting me out there soon. If I'm not out there then he’s going to come in looking for me.” You told him fear bubbling inside you. The look he was giving you made you think for a moment you weren’t going to make it out of this bar. 

“Well then let me walk you to your car. Wouldn’t want anything bad happening to someone so delicate as yourself.” he punctuated his sentence by gripping your upper arm and pulling you out of the booth harshly. Bile rose up your throat as you truly started to panic. 

“Let go of me.” you said as you tried to pry his fingers off your arm. But he only squeezed harder, giving you a toothy grin of his rooting teeth. Before he could say anything else a tall presence of mint and worn leather came up next to you. You turned and looked at the person standing beside you and relief flooded your body as you saw one of your brother's friends.  

“Do you know him?” he asked you as he glared at the guy's hand on your arm. You went to reply but the guy interrupted you.

“Why don’t you get lost.” he told the hawaiian shirt clad aviator.

“I wasn’t fucking asking you.” he said rudely as he made eye contact with you.

“No I don’t.” you told him quietly, he nodded his head once before he was focused back on the man. 

“Yeah, that’s what I thought...” Then his fist was connecting with the guy's nose. A loud crack reverberated throughout the bar as blood gushed down his face. His grip on your arm went away as he brought his hand up to cover his nose. 

“Let’s go.” Bradley said as he looked at you again. You didn’t hesitate as you rushed towards the door. Bradley followed you closely and led you towards his Bronco when you finally exited into the humid night air. 

“My car is the other way.” you told him as you realized where you were going. 

“We’ll get it in the morning.” he told you, shaking his head. He opened your door as you approached the vehicle. You stood there for a moment hesitating to get in the SUV. 

“Are you alright?” he asked you, noticing your hesitation. You looked at him and were about to lie when your throat started to close up, tears welling up in your eyes. 

“You don’t need to say anything. Do you want a hug?” he opened his arms for you as he finished the question. You quickly collided with his chest. A quiet sob exiting your body as his arms wrapped around you. He rubbed your back as you shook. You weren’t sure how long you stood in his arms but you eventually stopped crying. You pulled back slowly, his arms dropping back towards his sides. He looked as though he wanted to pull back towards him, you doubted you would have protested the action. 

“Do you need anything? What can I do?” he asked you, looking over your body for anything wrong. His eyes caught sight of the bruise forming around your arm. A large red handprint clearly visible under the lampposts in the parking lot. His fists clenched and he almost turned back to go and laid a few more swings at the guy. But the sound of your sniffling had him pausing.

“Can you take me home to Javy.” you asked him barely above a whisper. He nodded quickly and you were climbing into your seat. He buckled your seat belt for you before closing your door and rounding the front of the car. 

“Your hand is hurt.” you said as your eyes noticed the bruising on his knuckles. 

“It’s alright.” he said, flexing his fingers. He thought about how lucky it was that he decided to go to a different bar tonight.

“Are you sure?” you asked him, worried about him being hurt because of you.

“I’m sure, would you like to listen to some music?” he asked you, changing the subject.

“Can you play How High The Moon by Ella Fitzgerald please?” it was a song that your mother would often sing to you while you were younger. The thought of the song brought you comfort as you thought about the way your arm hurt. You blinked and saw the way the man looked at you behind your eyelids. You took a breath and could still smell the cheap beer and cigarettes he reeked of. 

“Here you can pull it up.” he said, handing you his phone. You found the song quickly and the soothing voice of Ella Fitzgerald flowed out of the speakers. You sat quietly the rest of the way home, letting her voice sooth your thoughts. You desperately wanted a shower, needing to scrub the touch of him off you. 

“I’ll walk you to the door.” he said as you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. You didn’t protest as he put the car in park and then came to open your door for you. You walked towards yours and your brother's apartment slowly. You wanted to soak up as much alone time with Bradley as you could. The only time you had spent together was in a group setting. You had both flirted with each other lightly but had never done anything to pursue the other. The whole brothers friend thing had always been a no go growing up and you didn’t know if you were allowed to cross that line as an adult. 

“Do you want me to go inside with you?” he asked as your door came into view. He didn’t want to leave your side. He knew pursuing his friend's younger sister was against the bro code. But he couldn’t stop thinking about you since the first time you met each other. 

“That’s alright, Javy should be home.” You told him as you brought out your keys. Turning them in the keyhole you heard the click of the door unlocking. Right before you pulled them out you turned to Bradley. He looked at you questioningly as you stared at him. You popped up onto your tiptoes and quickly kissed his cheek. 

“Thank you for helping me tonight Bradley.” you told him before you slipped through the door into the apartment. He brought a hand up to his cheek touching the spot your lips just met. You couldn’t wait to see each other again.

A/N: Holy fuck did I love writing this. Bradley saving the day is quickly becoming my new favorite thing. Thank you thank you thank you for this request.

Tags(open): @sylviebell @eternallyvenus

[astars-things]

prompt 9 from the birthday celly with dad quinn comforting his child?

9 “Look at me. I’m so proud of you”

Pairing Quinn Hughes x reader

It was a crisp, sunny morning when you and your husband, Quinn took your four-year-old daughter, Lily, to school for the first time.

Lily was excited to start a new adventure, but as you approached the school gates, she suddenly became quiet and clung to Quinns leg

"What's wrong, sweetie?" Quinn asked, looking down at his daughter.

"I don't want to go to school," Lily replied in a small voice. "I'm scared."

you knelt down and gave Lily a reassuring hug. "It's okay to be scared, honey. School can be a little scary at first, but you'll have so much fun making new friends and learning new things."

But Lily was not convinced. She continued to cling to Quinn, her little body trembling with fear. Quinn scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the classroom.

He sat down with her at a desk, and you joined them, trying to distract Lily by pointing out the brightly colored posters on the wall and the toys in the corner.

But Lily was not interested in toys or posters. She was too scared to let go of her dad's hand.

"I don't want to stay here," she whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Look at me. I’m so proud of you baby" Quinn ran his hand and down her small back

Quinn knew he had to be strong for his daughter, but he was also feeling emotional at the thought of leaving her alone in the classroom.

you took charge, talking to the teacher and reassuring Lily that she would be safe and happy at school. You promised to pick her up at the end of the day and take her to the park for ice cream.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Lily let go of Quinns hand and gave him a tearful hug. "I love you, Daddy," she whispered.

"I love you too, sweetie," Quinn replied, his voice thick with emotion.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Sunny was at Adams game. She cried when Adam got his first NHL goal. She literally attacked Adam after the game. Blurb please.

ADAM GOT HIS FIRST GOAL AND I MISSED IT? FUCK YOU ENGLISH MIDTERM

Au Masterlist!!

She wasn’t there sadly, because it is midterm season and the game was in Minnesota, but she was watching on her laptop and hopped up off of her couch and onto her feet screaming and crying.

Her roommates were like 🤨 until they see the replay of the goal on her screen

She left him a long voicemail telling him how proud and in love she was with him.

“Holy shit Adam, fuck I'm so proud of you, you're killing it out there just like I knew you would,” she's grinning as the camera zooms up on him on the bench, “I love you so much, I'm gonna visit you the moment you're in Ohio to celebrate, call me when you get the chance. I love you bye”

Her roommates are disgusted by the flustered grin on her face as she rewatches the goal over and over again, squealing as he does his little celly.

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[starry-hughes]

❝ here, let me hold you. you look cold. ❞ jamie

finishing up 1 year celly requests!

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jamie wasn’t that cold. he had grown up in toronto and playing hockey. you hadn’t. you grew up in sunny california. you put on a jacket when it was anything less than 80 degrees.

you shouldn’t have trusted jamie when he said it wouldn’t be cold outside in philadelphia. despite having being with jamie for almost two years, you had only visited colder cities during the summertime. you had gone to see him in toronto during the offseason but now you found yourself in philadelphia winter weather.

you tried to hide the shiver. slightly embarrassed that you were still cold in multiple layers of clothes. jamie just wanted to go on a walk in the nearby park. it was his way of calming down when his thoughts were too much, it had been happening a lot since you two officially moved across the country.

“when we go to the stadium series, there might be snow flurries,” jamie told you and you almost died a little inside. how were you going to survive that when you couldn’t survive the outside at the currently warmer moment?

after the walk, jamie suggested getting hot chocolate and you almost screamed yes. standing in line at the cafe, you were thankful for once that a place was crowded, maybe the more crowded it was, the warmer you could become. you almost objected when jamie handed you your hot chocolate and started to lead you back out into the cold.

halfway home, jamie finally said something. “here, let me hold you, you look cold.”

you made quick work to be tucked into his side and started taking his body warmth. “how long have you been shivering?” he asked. “n-not too long,” your teeth chattered, giving away your lie.

when you got back into the apartment, jamie made sure the heat was cranked up and you wrapped yourself in a blanket. “i ordered you some handwarmers for the stadium game,” jamie said, joining you to hold you again. “i love you,” you blurted, making him laugh.

[percervall]

for the 1k celly!

📀 - carlos sainz 🌶️

There is literally no rhyme or reason to these songs

Taylor Swift - Dress Joel Sunny - Sweater Weather (violin version) IZAL - Arte Moderno HAIM - Gasoline Florence + The Machine - Heaven Is Here Sara Tavares - Brincar de Casamento

[aramaura]

The ghost cat at the strawberry 🍓 station is Sunny. Sunny prefers sunflowers but I don't have that station yet.

The yellow cat is a Forsythia Persian names Celly. She can fly.

[sadiiomane10]

Celebrating Gini’s goal

[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Ally’s Summer 350 Celly!

Okay, I have no clue what to say other than thank you!!! You all are amazing. I'm so very grateful for all the wonderful people that have come into my life via hockeyblr. I'm insanely happy to have reached this milestone with you all.

With that being said, LETS PARTY!!

Sunny Days ☀️ -> short micro blurbs for any requested player (less than 800 words)

Heat Wave 🥵 -> thirsty thots here pls (18+)

Campfire Games ⛺🔥. -> Fmk, would you rather, pick three players, and little games like that (variations of fmk welcome!)

Summer songs🎶 -> Lyric prompt blurbs! (Find said list here!)

Stargazing 🔭 -> short ships!

Thank you all so much! I’ll be doing this celly for the rest of the week till the 26th! Send anything <3

Tagging some of the people that made me who I am today, my moots <3: @snugglyducklingbrewhouse @cartahhart79 @fandomgal03 @boeswhore @hugheshugs @ethancale @pulpfixion @quietblues @cuttergauth @kailyn-writes @hockeyboysarehot @angryhockeychick (I’m so sorry if I missed you!)

[whoacanada]

Zimbits - Bartender!Jack + NHL!Bitty AU

Prompt: Retired NHL player Jack Zimmermann takes ownership of a sports bar in Pittsburgh and accidentally falls for the Penguins’ (closeted) new left winger.

A/N - just the start, I’d like to get around to more of this; the basic idea was an It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia AU, but I couldn’t manage to make everyone that terrible so Jack owns and operates a gay sports bar and starts crushing on one of his patrons.

“Can’t believe you’ve owned this place since ’89.” Jack coughs, waving the dust away from his face. “Did you ever come back after we moved home?”

It’d be disingenuous to say Jack had been expecting anything other than cigars and whiskey when his father had invited him on a trip down to Pittsburgh to see Mario and glad-hand some Penguins sponsors. In fact, he’d kind of been looking forward to sulking and getting shit-faced, not limping around a condemned building dodging roaches and rats.

“It was an investment opportunity. That was the trend back then, famous athletes buying up restaurants and clubs — I had big plans for this building. Then your mother got pregnant and I realized I didn’t really give two shits about running a nightclub.”

“Realized you were pretty lazy, huh?”

As Bob laughs, Jack picks at the peeling, lacquered bartop, trying not to imagine how many decades of grime he’s just collecting under his nail, the situation made even more disgusting in such close proximity to the glittering gold championship ring his father had insisted he wear to their lunch meeting with the Penguins front-office suits. Jack flicks the gunk away as Bob levels him with a weighty look, hands braced in the air as if outlining a play and not offering a tour of a cobweb-filled dive.

“Here’s my thought,” Bob says. “The bar. It’s yours.”

Jack leans against the counter, taking some weight off his braced leg, and asks, “What’s mine?”

“This place,” Bob gestures around the room. “The whole building. It’s just sitting here, empty, the bar, the liquor license, there’s apartments and office space upstairs, we’d just need to do some renovations and —“

Jack can’t help himself. He barks a laugh and says, “I’m not moving to Pittsburgh.”

“How many times have you and I talked about opening a sports bar? I’d wanted to get this place fixed up so it’d be ready when you retired, but since the final — you could make it a gay bar, even, if you wanted!” Bob says quickly, offering another awkward olive branch. “A gay sports bar. I wouldn’t care.”

“A gay sports bar. In Pittsburgh,” Jack echoes, reaching for a chirp to defend himself, but he closes him mouth as he realizes a sports bar run by a Zimmermann might not be a terrible investment idea. “The building needs a ton of work,” Jack settles. “I just saw a rat.”

“That was a mouse,” Bob dismisses, not bothering to look at the rat still clearly in view. “Nothing that can’t be fixed. Got a dollar?”

Jack pats his pockets, finds a spare looney and hands it over. Bob doesn’t hesitate, pulling an envelope out of his back pocket to exchange for the coin.

“Congratulations. You are now the proud owner of,” Bob looks around helplessly. “I actually don’t know what they call this place now. A Bar?”

“I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” Jack swallows against the tightness in his throat, holding the deed carefully in his hands. “Thanks, Dad.”

Bob brings Jack in for a loose hug and they both ignore the soft squeaking coming from the backroom.

Five Years Later

There’s a man examining the announcement board in the vestibule, and Jack knows that posture: the forward hip cant, thick thighs, a small but definite bubble butt — guy’s a hockey player, and he has been for some time.

“Hey. Hi.”

Blondie spins around at Jack’s address. Not quite startled, but something close enough that Jack feels a twinge of guilt. “You interested in playing in our beer league? You look like you might know your way around a rink.”

The man quickly looks at his chest, as if expecting to find something displayed, but relaxes immediately. Jack fights a grin, he was once old hat at wandering into public spaces decked out in identifiable team merch.

“Bitty.” The man squares up to offer his hand; his accent is warm and distinctly southern, not at all what Jack was expecting. “You can call me Bitty.”

“Oh, with a nickname like that, you have to play, now, no excuses,” Jack gives Bitty’s arm a firm shake, surprised at how complementary his grip is; not just an overcompensating bro who’s walked into the wrong club.

“If only I had the time,” Bitty placates wryly. “Is this place new?”

“Been here a few years, but not long. How about you? Are you ‘new’? In town, I mean.”

“Moved for work,” Bitty’s smile is timid, eyes darting around the room looking for other patrons, up at the memorabilia and the various pennants. “First year. Slowly learning the area.”

Jack doesn’t miss the way Bitty’s eyes linger on the Pride flag draped from the second floor railing, but Bitty doesn’t mention it, and Jack isn’t in the business of prying.

“Let me be the first to welcome you to The Bar.”

“I saw that outside, do you not have a name?”

“We weren’t creative. The owner didn’t realize he was filling in the wrong line on the business license so we are literally called ‘The Bar’.”

“That’s actually pretty solid,” Bitty laughs, the sound lifting Jack’s mood easily. “I’ll have to make sure I come back and patron your establishment at a reasonable hour.”

“What you aren’t interested at getting sloshed before noon?”

Bitty laughs, and Jack is enough of an adult to recognize he’s got a tiny bit of a crush.

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True to form, Bitty slowly becomes a feature of Jack’s early afternoons. The first few weeks, he does little more than quietly purchase a single domestic beer before tucking himself away in a corner booth, hunched over his phone, ball cap pulled low for discretion. Jack gives him space, and aside from a few curious regulars, Bitty is little more than another closeted young man seeking quiet sanctuary.

That is, until, hockey kicks up and Mario hooks Jack up with season tickets beside the bench. It’d taken time for Jack to get comfortable with being in an arena again, especially without the ability to step onto the ice himself, but he’s acclimated and learned to appreciate his new lot in life. He can be happy for his success and mourn the end of his career with equal measure.

(Doesn’t hurt he still gets asked for autographs on the regular.)

Bittle, the new forward traded out of Columbus, spins to whip the puck between Lundqvist’s thighs and the score is 3-2 with a minute left in the third. Jack stands to cheer with the crowd as Bittle’s pulled into a celly with his line mates, and the new angle gives Jack a good look at the man’s sunny face, complete with a familiar, bright smile and missing canine. Jack’s heart leaps into his throat when he realizes Bittle is ‘Bitty’, and Jack can’t help but cheer louder.

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After the game, Jack does his homework. Pulls up stats pages and articles on Eric Bittle. Looking to link the quiet hottie from his bar with the energetic man he saw tonight on the ice. If Jack wasn’t in love before, he absolutely is after watching highlights from Bittle’s time in Columbus.

The next time Jack finds Bitty slipping into the bar, probably between practice and a good nap, Jack makes his move; filling a pint glass, wedging an orange slice on the rim, and adjusting his shirt before striding to the corner booth as easily as one can with a titanium femur.

“On the house,” Jack says, setting down the glass gently. “Choice goal, Tuesday. Great bounce.”

Bitty’s grateful smile falters, turning into something guarded.

“What goal?” Bitty asks, voice steady, and Jack’s immediately alerted to his misstep. Jack casts a careful eye around the room and doesn’t find anyone watching, kicking himself for not thinking this through. He’s used to playing this game with guys who aren’t quite comfortable, who might be visiting with the wrong people, but he hasn’t had to do the closeted-pro-athlete dance in a while.

“You know, I must have been mistaken.”

“Happens all the time. Very sweet of you, though.” Bitty apologizes and pushes away the beer, but Jack waves him off. It’s the least Jack can do for calling the guy out.

“I should have known,” Jack tries to recover. “You’ve still got all your chiclets. But, between you and me, Bittle’s a spitfire, eh? Crazy soft hands. I’d like to meet him someday.”

Jack whistles low, rapping his knuckles on the table before turning back to the bar, moving slowly enough he catches the way Bitty’s cheeks flare pink at the compliment.

About thirty minutes later, Jack, half focused on counting down the till, nearly misses Bitty’s exit. He looks up to offer a parting wave, and Bitty returns the gesture, flashing a shy, incomplete smile; one canine missing on the left side.

________

“Anything new to report? Sales look good, think you might be able to take some time off and visit your poor parents?”

Jack slides open a window to let some air into his bedroom, not for the first time wishing he’d taken the chance to tear out a wall and convert a corner of the top floor into a balcony. There’s still time — his father never seems to wary of giving Jack renovation loans — but Jack loves his condo and hates the idea of relocating again, even temporarily.

“New distillery opened, cut a deal on some local gin. We’re working on drink specials, if you have any ideas for names I’m open,” Jack eases onto the windowsill and looks down at the line of people waiting to get into the bar. “And I met someone. Think he might be a hockey player.”

“No shit? Beer-league?”

“NHL.” Jack corrects, an edge of caution in his tone he knows his father won’t misinterpret. “Started coming around a few months ago, gave me a fake name. Went to a game last week, scored right in front of me.”

“Well, you going to tell me who or am I going to have to guess?”

“He’s keeping to himself,” Jack holds the curtain steady to catch sight of a particularly flashy person in a glittering teal gown, texting Holster to snag a photo for the bar’s Instagram. “Don’t go hunting.”

“Well, if he needs any help you let me know.”

“What could you do?”

“I don’t know. Talk to . . . someone. I guess.”

“I’ll keep that under advisement.” Jack placates, smiling at the saucy photo Ransom texts back immediately of Holster lifting their favorite Drag Race runner-up above his head like something out of Dirty Dancing.

“So.”

“Mmm?”

“Does this mean you’ve got a little boyfriend, again?”

Jack leans out over the railing and tries to see if the universe has blessed him with a sighting of his favorite new Left Winger. Sadly, it’s Saturday evening and the Penguins are in Dallas, so no Eric tonight. 

“Working on it.” Jack offers, rapping his knuckles lightly against the window sill and trying not to think about the way Bittle’s face lights up when he sees that Jack is working. “Think I might really have a shot at something.”

“Well, you know what Wayne always says.”

“I do,” Jack breathes, pressing his forehead against the cool glass, taking in his one-of-a-kind view of the city. “I’ll let you know how it goes. Once he gets back.”

“ — You know, I’ve got the game on right now. I bet you $1000 I can tell who you’ve got the hots for. You have a specific type — ”

“Papa.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“Thank you.”

“But it’s the kid we just got from the Blue Jackets, isn’t it. Bittle? You always like the fast ones — ”

“Goodnight, Papa.”

[oncasette]

LIGHT MY LOVE. send in anything (a certain vibe, a character, color scheme, your blog theme, etc) & i’ll make you a moodboard n a playlist

let me start by getting one for my blog <3

BLUE BIRD / I WONDER mary costa. CAROLINA MOON the chordettes. DREAMS OF LOVE summer camp. MORE THAN THE DAY BEFORE cody fry. SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE WITH YOU vera lynn. WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE HIGH joel sunny.

i absolutely i adore you honey pie. i hope you’re having a fantastic day <3

join my celly!

[cupidbedsy]

𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙖 ; 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 ୨୧

➪ summary: 3 times where y/n needs to tell her brothers about the drama going on at her school no matter where they are or who they're with

➪ warnings: stupid high school drama, reader is teased, luke embarrassing the reader, that's it i think (this is mostly dialogue)

➪ word count: 1.5k

➪ file type: new fic (baby bear universe affilate)

➪ sunny's notes: just a quick little funny fic that i came up with, the next baby bear fic (or at least just fic in general for the hughes bros) will be kind of sad i think but that'll come out later, probably after my birthday celly (WHICH IS A WEEK FROM THURSDAY!)

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⟹ quick recap (feat. brock) ; quinn - 24, reader - 18 ; november of 2023

Quinn hadn���t realized his phone had rung. It was only until Brock stood next to him and was handing him his phone, “It’s your sister. She said she really needs to talk to you.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “Huh? Why’d she call you? Wait how’d she get your number?”

Then he heard a mumbled voice, “It doesn’t matter, just put the phone to your ear Quintin or call me.”

Brock hung up after being told to and Quinn called back on his, hearing her sad voice enter his ear, “Anna and Neil broke up.”

Quinn shook his head, “Who?”

“You know, Neil Castro and Anna Cunningham? They broke up bro. They were end game too! THis is so rigged.”

“Wait wait, who? You can’t just give me names, y/n/n.” He started walking out of the locker room, grabbing his keys from his back pocket.

“Anna is one of the girls on the team with me and Neil is one of the guys on the football team. They were endgame. I swear I told you about them.”

“Oh is he the one who got you all to do that one cheesy promposal thing last year?”

“Yes! I can’t believe they broke up Quinn, I have no hope for finding a relationship if they didn’t last. Love isn’t real.”

Quinn just chuckled as he got into his car and started driving out of the parking lot, “I’m sure you’ll find someone, y/n/n. Just give it time.”

“You sound like every taken girl who is trying to reassure her single best friend that there’s someone out there for her.” She groaned loudly, “Anway. Other drama I need to catch you up on.”

“Hit me.”

“So David and Pen got together, he asked her out after her game the other day.”

“Is Pen the one who kind of looks like Merida.”

“Yep. And I found out that this guy likes me. Which before you say a single word Quintin, he looks like Jack and I would not like to date someone who looks like my brother thank you very much.”

“Okay then…”

“And he’s a total creep, one time Ruby found him starring at us during practice, like just sitting in the bleachers.”

“Yep I retract my statement that I never said.”

For the next twenty minutes, y/n gets Quinn caught up on all the drama happening, even if it’s the smallest bit of drama, she still needs him to know about it. 

“Okay I have homework to do. Bye Quinn!”

“Bye y/n/n.”

ﾟ +*:୨୧:*﹤

⟹ who told who w/ the new jersey devils ; jack - 20, reader - 15 ; september of 2021

The unexpected running of a phone made the rest of the guys who were in the locker room jump. Each one fumbled for their phones, Jack coming up the lucky one. However, he groaned when he saw who was calling him, “Who is it?”

“My sister.” He threw his jacket on before answering the call, “Hey.”

“Jack oh my god!”

He furrowed his eyebrows, “What’s wrong?”

“‘What’s wrong?’ Nothing. Well, that’s not true, but nothing’s wrong with me personally. I have just have news.”

“Okay…? “ He put it on speaker and placed it on the bench before continuing to put his shoes on.

“So basically, I was in class today and this guy came in.”

“Wait you’re on speaker.”

“Who’s there?”

“Uh Nico, Kevin, Dougie, Daws, Jesper.”

“Oh okay! Ask them if they want to hear the drama!”

Jack eyes his teammates who all shrugged and took a seat near his phone, “Talk away little Hughes.”

She grinned, “This guy came into class today and he had a homecoming poster.”

“Did someone ask you to homecoming?” “What’s homecoming?” “What’d the sign say?”

“Okay okay, hold. Jack; no one asked me to homecoming, Nico; homecoming is a week where kids who graduate can come home, there’s a game on Friday and then on Saturday we have a dance, and Daws; the sign said ‘Would you be my chick at Hoco’ with the Chick-Fil-A logo and food from there.”

They all nodded their heads, her answers fulfilling their questions, “Okay proceed.”

“So Dylan, that’s the guy's name, asked Elizabeth to homecoming but here’s the catch he was still quote-unquote dating Layla.”

“What an ass!” “Sleazy.”

“I know right, but that’s not all.”

The 6 exchange looks at each other, all slowly growing more intrigued by the second, “Go on.”

“Dylan’s about to get sleazier. So Elizabeth was the girl his best friend had a crush on, his best friend was Brandon, and Brandon was going to ask her out to homecoming with the same poster on the same day just later.

”It doesn’t end there. I heard from Shannon, you know who she is Jack, she’s my best friend. Anyway, I heard from Shannon who heard from Brenda who heard from her brother Liam, who heard from his girlfriend Chloe, who heard from Addison that Layla was going to break up with Dylan to ask Brandon to hoco. So I guess Layla wasn’t hurt by it but still, that’s fucking shitty.”

The boys all nodded wordlessly, trying to keep up with all the information that was being thrown at them. Kevin finally spoke, “Aren’t you just a sophomore?”

“That is totally besides the point, Kevin. But these are seniors fyi.”

“And how do you have all the senior drama?”

“One they’re popular, Two I have connections.”

“Connections huh?” Nico’s voice filled her room.

“Yes connections, Nico. I am a very popular girl contrary to people’s belief.”

“Aww, little shy y/n all popular with a bunch of friends.” Jack teases.

“Okay this is not why I called, I’m hanging up now! Bye, boys.”

“Wait wait wait!” 

“Yes, Douglas?”

“Next time shit happens I want to know, I’ll have Jack send you my number.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

“Uh excuse me, I’m captain.”

“Mhm, I’m aware. You’re all Jack talks about, it’s always Nico this and Nico That.” Y/n mocks.

“Goodbye Y/n!”

“Bye Jacky!”

ﾟ +*:୨୧:*﹤

⟹ caught up in it (and so are the umich guys?) ; luke - 19, reader - 16 ; september of 2022

Luke was lounging on the couch surrounded by most of his team members when he got her call. At first, he was hesitant to answer it because he didn’t have the energy to do much but the voice in the back of his mind told him to answer anyway. 

“What’s up, y/n/n?”

“Luke! Okay so, big news. Like massive.”

She could hear his groan on the other side, “Don’t give me that. You’re going to want to hear this. Put me on FaceTime!”

He rolled his eyes but did as instructed. He propped his phone against his water bottle, “Say hi to everyone.”

Everyone’s head popped into the frame and she waved excitedly, “Hi! Oh! You guys are going to want to hear this too.”

Her words caused all of them to scoot closer to Luke to see her better, watching as she talked animatedly, “So apparently wait do you remember Clara and Ruby?”

Luke nodded his head while the others shrugged cluelessly, Luke clueing them in on who people were “Right, so Clara and Ruby have been beefing since like freshman year for no fucking reason.”

“Language.”

“Would you stop with that, I’m eighteen, Lukas.”

“Almost eighteen, y/n. Now continue before I hang up.

She whined, making the others laugh but continued, “We were at practice before the game and suddenly Ruby knocks on my card window with tears streaming down her face.”

Y/n took a sip of her water before going on, “And what happened was that Clara was talking shit about me and Ruby was not having it so-”

“Wait what’d she say about you?” Rutger chimed in from behind Luke.

The girl only shrugged, “No clue, still trying to find that part out. All I’ve heard is that it was pathetic and douchey, so probably not something vary good.”

This caused all the boys’ eyes to narrow at her, “Are you lying?”

“What no? That’s preposterous.”

Luke rolled his eyes, “Tell us.”

“She called me a slut.”

This only made Luke bark out a laugh, “That’s impossible. You haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

Y/n blushed a bright shade of red, murkiness, “That’s besides the point, Luke. And why do you always have to embarrass me in front of your friends.”

She buried her head into her hands, not daring to look at them. The boys chuckled before Adam spoke, “Don’t worry, we still find you adorable.”

She only blushed harder at his words, Luke hitting him in the arm, “Dude that’s my sister.”

After a few minutes of awkward silence, y/n finally remembered why she called them in the first place, “Right anyway, back to the entire reason we’re talking in the first place.

“Ruby yelled at Clara, like badly but then she talked to Caldwell, one of our coaches, and she’s not in trouble so that’s good. But jeez, I swear yesterday couldn’t have been more chaotic.”

“Well thanks for the update?”

Even though she knew his voice was sarcastic, she still smiled, “Anytime. Now I have to go tell Jack because I know he’s getting out of practice and the last time I told him something Nico and Dougie were there and they wanted to know everything.”

𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗦 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

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[namelists]

a list of names inspired by: colours

this list includes names of colours and names relating to colours and rainbows

Reds

Auburn: reddish brown, usually describes hair

Barbera: a red Italian wine grape variety  

Burgundy:  a deep red color like that of burgundy wine  

Cabernet: a red wine made from the Cabernet Sauvignon grape  

Cardinal: a New World songbird of the bunting family  

Carmine: a vivid crimson pigment made from cochineal

Carnelian: a semiprecious stone; an orange-red variety of chalcedony  

Cerise: from the French for “cherry”

Cherry: a bright or deep red colored fruit

Claret:  a red wine from Bordeaux  

Coral:  a tiny soft-bodied animal that lives grouped in large colonies  

Crimson: a rich deep red color inclining to purple

Garnet: a precious stone consisting of a deep red vitreous silicate mineral  

Magenta: a light purplish red that is one of the primary subtractive colors  

Malbec: a full-bodied red wine that grows mostly in Argentina

Maroon: a brownish-crimson color

Merlot: a red wine from Bordeaux  

Rose: a warm pink or light crimson color  

Rosika: Hungarian for “little rose”

Rosso: “red” in Italian

Ruby: a precious stone consisting of corundum  

Rufous: reddish brown in color

Scarlet: a brilliant red

Syrah: a red wine made from the Shiraz grape

Vermelha: from the Portuguese for “red”

Vermillion: a brilliant red pigment made from mercury sulfide

Oranges

Aidan: Irish origin, “little fire”

Aki: Japanese origin, “autumn”

Alani: the Hawaiian word for “orange”

Arancia: the Italian word for “orange”

Autumn: the third season of the year, when crops and fruits are gathered and leaves fall  

Blaze: a very large or fiercely burning fire

Clementine: a tangerine of a deep orange-red North African variety

Dahlia: a tuberous-rooted Mexican plant of the daisy family

Fox: a carnivorous mammal of the dog family with a pointed muzzle and bushy tail  

Ginger: a red-haired or ginger-haired person  

Paprika: a powdered spice with a deep orange-red color and a mildly pungent flavor  

Rusty: the reddish-brown colour of rust

Saffron: an orange-yellow flavoring, food coloring, and dye made from the dried stigmas of a crocus

Sienna: a kind of ferruginous earth used as a pigment in painting  

Spice: an aromatic or pungent vegetable substance used to flavor food

Tiger: a very large solitary cat with a yellow-brown coat striped with black

Turmeric:  a bright yellow aromatic powder obtained from the rhizome of a plant of the ginger family

Yellows

Amber: hard translucent fossilized resin produced by extinct coniferous trees  

Aurelia: from the Latin for “golden”

Canary: a mainly African finch with a melodious song

Carmela: from the Hebrew for “golden”

Daisy: small grassland flower with a yellow disk and white rays

Dawn: the first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise  

Dior: from the French for “golden”

Gilda: from an Old English word meaning “golden”

Goldie: Scottish, from a diminuitive of “gold”

Haimi: Sanskrit, meaning “golden”

Honey: a sweet, sticky yellowish-brown fluid made by bees  

Marigold: a plant of the daisy family  

Ochre: an earthy pigment containing ferric oxide

Sepia: a color associated particularly with photographs of the 19th century

Soleil: French for “sun”

Summer: the warmest season of the year  

Sunny: bright with sunlight  

Tuscany: a region of central Italy known for sun

Xanthe: Greek, meaning “blond-haired”

Zehavi: from Hebrew, meaning “golden”

Greens

Absinthe:  a potent green aniseed-flavored alcoholic spirit  

Army: an organized military force equipped for fighting on land  

Clover:   plant of the pea family that has dense, globular flower head  

Covet:  yearn to possess or have

Emeraude: French for “emerald”

Envy: a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck

Fern:  a flowerless plant which has feathery or leafy fronds

Forest:  a large area covered chiefly with trees and undergrowth

Hunter: a person or animal that hunts  

Ivy:  a woody evergreen Eurasian climbing plant  

Kelly:  from the Cornish name celli, which means wood or grove  

Leif: Scandinavian, meaning “descendant”

Midori: Japanese for “green”

Mint:  an aromatic plant native to temperate regions of the Old World  

Moss: a small flowerless green plant which lacks true roots

Olive:  a small oval fruit with a hard pit and bitter flesh  

Patrick: Apostle and patron saint of Ireland

Sage:  an aromatic plant with grayish-green leaves  

Shamrock: a low-growing clover-like plant with three-lobed leaves, used as the national emblem of Ireland

Teal:  a dark greenish-blue colour

Verdell: from Latin for “green, growing”

Veridian:   a long-lasting, bluish-green pigment

Blues

Sky: the region of the atmosphere and outer space seen from the earth

Azure: bright blue in color like a cloudless sky  

Cadet: a young trainee in the armed services or police force  

Marine: of, found in, or produced by the sea  

Cobalt: a deep blue pigment containing cobalt and aluminum oxides  

Midnight:  twelve o'clock at night  

Indigo:  the dark blue dye obtained from the indigo plant

Navy:  the branch of a nation’s armed services that conducts military operations at sea  

Celeste: from Latin meaning “heavenly or celestial”

Denim: a sturdy cotton twill fabric, typically blue, used for jeans  

Admiral: a commander of a fleet or naval squadron  

Sapphire: a transparent precious stone, typically blue  

Steel: a hard, strong, gray or bluish-gray alloy of iron  

Lake: a large body of water surrounded by land  

Periwinkle: an Old World plant with flat five-petaled, typically bluish flowers and glossy leaves  

Maya: a unique bright azure blue pigment manufactured by cultures of pre-Columbian Mesoamerica, such as the Maya and Aztec  

Tiffany: an American luxury jewelry and specialty retailer  

Royal: having the status of a king or queen  

Cyan:  a greenish-blue color which is one of the primary subtractive colors  

Cerulean: deep blue in color like a clear sky  

Larmina: Persian, meaning “blue sky”

Marlais: Welsh for “blue”

Mazarine: a deep purplish blue  

Okelani: Hawaiian for “from heaven”

Purples

Amethyst: a precious stone consisting of a violet or purple variety of quartz  

Aubergine:  the purple egg-shaped fruit of a tropical Old World plant

Iole: Old Greek for “violet”

Iris: a plant with sword-shaped leaves and showy flowers, typically purple  

Lavender: a pale blue color with a trace of mauve

Lilac: of a pale pinkish-violet color

Mauve: a pale purple color

Morado: Spanish for “purple”

Mulberry: a dark red or purple color

Pansy: popular cultivated viola with flowers in rich colors  

Sangria: a Spanish drink of red wine mixed with lemonade, fruit, and spices  

Violet: a bluish-purple color seen at the end of the spectrum opposite red

Other

Alba: from Latin origin, meaning “white”

Bianca: Italian, meaning “white”

Blanche: from a Germanic word meaning “white”

Brown: a color produced by mixing red, yellow, and blue, as of dark wood or rich soil  

Ebony: heavy blackish timber from a mainly tropical tree  

Grey: a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or lea

Iro: the Japanese word for “colour”

Ivory: a hard creamy-white substance composing the main part of the tusks of an elephant, walrus, or narwhal

Jett: a hard black semiprecious variety of lignite

Onyx: a semiprecious variety of agate with different colors in layers  

Rainbow: any display of the colors of the spectrum produced by dispersion of light  

Raven: a large heavily built crow with mainly black plumage

Silver: a precious shiny grayish-white metal  

Veselka: Ukranian word for “rainbow”

[emberphantom]

More Sunny Gang Hockey AU headcanons because even though I say I wanna write I fic, I won't, but I still have Thoughts about this so here they are:

Mac gets into So Many Fights. He has the most Penalty Minutes on the team.

The majority of Mac's fights are to "Defend Dennis's Honor”. It doesn't matter how hard the hit is, if you touch Dennis, Mac's dropping gloves. 

And if Mac's scraping, you know Charlie's there too. He sees the violence and he's in. They don’t call him the Third Man In for nothing. 

It's common to see them in the box together. 5 on 3 PPs are the bane of their teams existence.

Mac's go to move in fights is yanking jerseys over other guys' heads. (He tried it on Dennis once and Dennis almost killed him for messing up his hair.) 

Dennis takes warm up without his helmet on. Which... isn't against the rules, just frowned upon. He just likes the feeling of being on the ice with wind blowing through his curls and helmets “flatten his hair.” 

Dennis doesn't wear a shirt under his padding.

Charlie is a FAST skater. He's short for a hockey player but what he lacks in height, he makes up for in speed.

Charlie plays kinda dirty and gets away with a lot more than he should. He’s the “guy you hate to play against but love when they’re on your team.”

Mac argues with the refs over every call. Dennis frequently has to interfere to calm Mac down. (He gets ejected if Dennis doesn’t.) 

Mac and Dennis are lineys and their chemistry on the ice is practically unmatched.

Charlie plays defense on the same line.

He's one of the highest scoring defensemen in the league.

Mac and Charlie are the chirpers of the team. 

Dennis LOVES doing press and interviews. He likes being the (pretty) face of the franchise. And he likes to talk about himself. His "Puck Personality" answers are fan favorites.

Cellys. Mac’s are obnoxious--they range anywhere from the classic “Archer” to the Sheathing Your Stick like a Sword...to using it as a gun or just whipping it around like a bow staff and doing some “sweet” karate moves. Charlie jumps and slams into the boards or dives on the the ice. Dee and Dennis take the more cocky route. Dee points to herself like “Yeah I did that” and does the whole goading for louder applause thing. When Dennis scores, he just glides off to the side looking all smug, waiting for his team to swarm him with praise. 

Dennis has only been in one honest to god fight in his whole career.  Mac took a nasty (and illegal) hit into the boards and was down on the ice for several minutes. Dennis saw red and just went after the guy. He got a five minute major and a black eye but it was worth it. 

Dee was on the women's national team and made it to the Olympics. She has a gold medal. Dennis hates her for it.

She's also competed in the skills competition with the men. She crushed them in her event.

Jersey numbers. The twins have the same number: 18, their birthdate. It’s a thing they started doing when they were kids to confuse people. Mac’s number is 25, for “God’s birthday”. Charlie’s is 4 because he “likes odd numbers.” 

Mac goes through so many sticks. He breaks them a lot...by accident (On purpose). Equipment managers hate him!

Mac and Charlie have beards/facial hair all year round. Dennis only grows one if they make the playoffs.

All of Charlie's teeth are basically fake. He doesn't wear a mouth guard. He doesn’t even bother getting them fixed until the season’s over. 

Dennis is the best in the shootout. He likes being one on one with the goalie...all eyes on him. He likes the power that comes with staring your opponent down the whole time only to fake them out at the last second. 

Oh shit i forgot about Frank uh... 

He owns the team but he’s also the GM and Coach (his $$, his rules). 

He thinks good coaching = yelling. 

Honestly someone should probably fire him but since he owns the team, they can’t. 

[letsgetrowdy43]

Call Your Mom (Rowan’s Version)—

Adam fantilli x Sunny Hughes

Based on the song "Call Your Mom" by Noah Kahan (ft. Lizzy McAlpine)

I cut out a part of the song cause it gets a little too dark for what the fic is about

Warnings: Beware its angsty (lots of Emo Adam)!! Very dramatic and very unedited

Au Masterlist!!

Ro’s 1000-follower celly

“Oh, you're spiralin' again, the moment right before it ends you're most afraid of. But don't you cancel any plans, 'Cause I won't let you get the chance to never make them. Stayed on the line with you the entire night, 'Til you let it out and let it in”

“I hate losing,” Adam raked his hands through his hair, biting the inside of his cheek as he nodded along with the interviewer's questions, “it’s not a feeling I want to get used to.”

Sunny watched every post-game interview that featured Adam, but she had to stop this one half-through. The normal, cocky Adam was not present in this video, he looked discouraged and deflated, like he had been punched in the face before they pulled out the camera. A frown broke out on her face as she watched Adam teeter between keeping his composure and letting his emotions get the best of him.

She dialled his number quickly, scooting to the edge of her bed, as she pressed the phone to her ear. Her fingers pulled at the chapped skin of her lips as the line rang in her ear.

Adam picked up after a few rings, his voice tired as he mumbled a quick hello, “You saw the post-game?” He whispered, he sounded defeated, as he buried himself in his duvet. “I did.”

He let out a soft sigh as he sunk even further into the mattress, “It was embarrassing, this team is embarrassing,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep as he groaned with annoyance. Sunny shook her head, “you’re passionate, it’s admirable,” she said, her tone genuine as he went silent on the other end, "it's normal to feel this way when you enter during a rebuild, it's gotta get worse before it gets better baby."

“I really don’t want to talk about this right now Sun, Sorry, I think I need to sleep or something,” he changed the topic, the annoyance that once filled his voice was now diminishing as she hummed in agreement. “Okay love, call me in the morning, I love you,” she said as the line went silent and he hung up.

Her heart was in her throat as she stared at her Home Screen of the two of them on his draft day, a notification popped up just seconds later.

“Sorry for hanging up, I’m being dramatic, love you too ❤️” he wrote causing her to let out a little laugh at his sweetness before she turned off her phone and finally crawled into her own bed.

★★

"Don't let this darkness fool you, all lights turned off can be turned on. I'll drive, I'll drive all night, I'll call your mom.”

Sunny wanted to be there at all times, but this was something she knew he needed to conquer on his own. So with the dry responses and the lack of communication she let him be for the time being, hoping that if he needed her he would know that she was always a call of text away.

“Have you heard from Adam in a few days?” Luca asked as they walked to their shared English class, his face full of worry as she shook her head, "Oh god, did you guys..." panic written all over his face as they stopped dead in the middle of the hallway to resume this conversation. “God no, I’m just trying to give him some space,” she frowned as she looked at the boy who had worried eyes, “I think he's feeling suffocated with the media and stuff, the same thing happened to Jack in his rookie year,” Luca nodded, "I just don't want to make him feel like I'm hovering."

"I don't think he could ever feel like you are hovering, he loves you a lot," Luca softly smiled as her face heated up. "I know," she said as they started walking down the hall again, needing to make it to class on time, "I just know he doesn't want to talk about it all the time, so if he needs me, he knows I'm here."

“I feel weird not hearing from him everyday,” he shrugged as she nodded sadly at him. “I hate it, but if he needs us he will reach out,” she shrugged, her tone unsure if she even believed her own words. Luca hummed in agreement, “I hope so.”

★★

“Oh, dear, don't be discouraged, I've been exactly where you are. I'll drive, I'll drive all night, I'll call your mom"

Another loss, it seemed repetitive at this point.

The promise of a better tomorrow is to be followed with an unfulfilled expectation. It was like clockwork, Adam's personal hell, and he was burning out quickly.

He scrolled aimlessly through his phone, wanting to get lost in something that wasn't the game for just a few minutes, needing just a moment of peace.

He ended up on Sunny's Instagram story, a picture of her at dance practice, a wide smile on her face as she did her sequence of turns perfectly and then turned to her friend and squealed with excitement. His heartstrings pulled a bit as he scrolled through her highlights, landing on the one of him and her, a collection of photos and videos of the two of them over the past year and a bit, of a timeline of their growing relationship.

"Thinking about you tonight my love, call me when you're feeling up to it” the text notification popped up on the top of his screen, as if she knew he needed her a little bit more at that moment. His eyes stung as the tears started to build up in his eyes as he rolled over forgetting about his phone, not feeling enough energy to text her back and silence the cries for help he was trying not to let out as he tried to get comfortable in his bed.

★★

"Stayed on the line with you the entire night, 'Til you told me that you had to go"

The next night he sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through the numerous texts she had sent him through the week that never received a message back before dialling her number. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth as the phone rang in his ear.

Sunny heard a quiet sniffle on the other end as she picked up, "Hey baby," she said softly as he listened to his relieved sigh on the other end, "why are you up so late?" "Just missing you I guess," his hands ran over his face as he got his emotions under control, "just been having hard time and I feel bad," he whispered as the emotion in his voice came back again.

Sunny sat up in alert at the hurt in his voice, "I miss you too, much more than you know, do you wanna talk about what has you so upset?" she softly asked as he sighed. "I'm sure you already know Sun, it's just not how I expected it to be going, and it's upsetting," he mumbled as she hummed in agreeance. "I've been such a bad boyfriend and brother lately too, I feel like I'm falling apart over here," he groaned, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. "Me and Luca understand, okay? We just want you to be okay,” she said reassuringly, “I don’t want you to worry about us, we know that you love us, you could never hurt us, Adam”

He let out a sound of relief as he got comfortable under the covers of his bed, “get some rest babe, call me in the morning and we can talk some more if you need to,” she whispered, “love you” “Love you more than you’ll ever know Sunshine”

★★

“Don't let this darkness fool you, all lights turned off can be turned on. I'll drive, I'll drive all night, I'll call your mom”

Adam hung up the phone first, a quiet, defeated 'I love you' leaving his lips as he rolled over to get some sleep.

Their phone calls became nightly occurrences of him calling, filled with sad conversations and words of reassurance, her becoming one of the only people in his life that he felt comfortable enough to reach out to and vent to.

She looked at her bedside alarm clock, a big 8:34 pm staring at her as she sat with this unsettling feeling in her chest for a second.

She needed to see Adam.

“Oh, dear, don't be discouraged, I've been exactly where you are. I'll drive, I'll drive all night, I'll call mom”

Sunny shot out of her bed and found the closest bag to her, shoving random articles of clothing in her tote bag before finding her car keys and heading out the door.

The highway was empty, she was white-knuckling the steering wheel as her eyes fixed on the road in front of her, head so full of thoughts that the Phoebe Bridgers song that had replayed about twenty times hadn't even registered to her.

She finally took a deep breath the second she saw the "Welcome to Columbus" sign as she entered the city, not a thought bouncing around in her head other than seeing Adam and needing to get to Adam. She was on autopilot as she drove through the nearly empty streets, navigating her way through the roads before she found herself digging through her purse for her spare key card to his apartment building.

She finally came back to consciousness the moment she loudly knocked on his front door, hearing a tired “one second” from the other end before the door swung open to reveal a tired Adam standing on the other side.

“Sunny?” he mumbled as she collapsed into him, her arms wrapped around him as he just held her for a second, “why are you here? You were just in your bed?” Her hands bunched up the fabric of his t-shirt as his cheek rested on the top of her head “I just needed to see you,” she mumbled into his chest as she felt him begin to shake, sobs ripping through his throat as she pushed him further into his apartment and shut the door behind them.

They stayed like that for a few more minutes before she pulled away to wipe away his tears and pressed a kiss to his jaw, not missing the way he melted into it as he hummed at the sensation. “Let’s take a shower and get some rest,” she whispered, her voice choked up as she watched him nod and felt him squeeze her hip as she led him to the bathroom.

★★

"Medicate, meditate, swear your soul to Jesus. Throw a punch, fall in love, give yourself a reason. Don't wanna drive another mile wonderin' if you're breathin', so, won't you stay, won't you stay, won't you stay with me?"

Sunny woke up first, her fingers brushed over Adam's face as she admired the innocent look that filled his sleeping expression. She brushed his hair out of his eyes as her heart warmed at the way his unconscious self pulled her closer to his chest.

Her thumb ran over the stubble that was sprouting on his cheeks, fingers finding themselves in his outgrown hair at the back of his neck. Not missing the way his nose scrunched as he woke up, eyes fluttering open as he stared at the girl whose face was mere inches away from his.

"Morning," she whispered, he leaned forward slightly to kiss her temple before pulling him into his chest. "Thank you for coming here," he mumbled into her neck as she clung to his tired body, her warm breath hit his neck as she fought off the urge to smother him in kisses. "No need to thank me," she pulled away to look at him, straddling him slightly as he sat up against his headboard, "I will always come for you, I hope you know that."

Adam nodded, teary-eyed as he watched her face soften, his lips formed a straight line as he fixed her messy hair, tucking it behind her ears, "do you want to talk about it?" "I feel like it's all I do lately," he whispered, defeatedly as she shook her head. "Don't do that Adam, let yourself feel, it's a big change." "It's a big change that I don't think I can handle," his hands left her hips to dig the heels of his hands into his eyes to shield her from seeing the excessive amount of tears in his eyes.

"I am nothing without Hockey, I don't know myself without it, and I've put all of this on you" "I am okay with that Adam, I'm here to listen, I just want you to be okay." "But I'm not okay with it Sunny, I'm not okay with putting that all on you."

He let out a sigh as he rested his forehead against her shoulder, her hands cradled the back of his head, holding him for a second as he searched for the right words. "I think I need to find my purpose," he pulled away and looked at the girl who watched him with furrowed brows, "on my own, for now. I think I need to learn to deal with all of this without putting this strain on you and our relationship"

Sunny stared at him for a second before nodding her head, trying to be really strong for him as she removed her hands from his face, "Okay," she said with tears in her eyes as she removed herself from his lap, "if this is what you need then I'm okay with it," she tried to smile but her lips began to tremble. "Please don't be mad at me I just-" she shook her head and grabbed his hand reassuringly. "I could never be mad at you for needing space or breaking up with me to better yourself, Adam, I just want the best for you," she whispered as his hands moved up to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

He sniffled as she looked at him with a weak smile, "I love you, I hope you know that," he whispered as she nodded. "I know, I love you too," she said as he pulled her in for a hug, taking in a deep breath while his senses became overwhelmed with her.

He walked her to his front door, awkward silence between the two of them as she stood there staring at him, unsure of how to say goodbye. Tears in his eyes as she took a deep breath, "Don't be a stranger, if you need help or to talk, call me, I will always answer," she said as he nodded.

★★

"Don't let this darkness fool you, all lights turned off can be turned on I'll drive, I'll drive all night. I'll call your mom"

"He did what?" Luca nearly dropped the beer can in his hands as Sunny stood next to him, nursing the whiteclaw in her hands as she nodded.

She didn't want to get into the confusion of it all here, in the middle of some frat party that she had been dragged to just a few days after Adam asked for space. She wasn't even fully sure if it was a breakup, or if they were just on a break until Adam figured things out.

So many unanswered questions and Sunny was too drunk at this second to find the explanations.

"Just please check up on him and stuff for me," is all she said before she hugged the boy and headed to where her friends were on the other side of the room.

Luca stood in shock for a second as he looked at Gavin and Nick who looked at him with confusion, "Why do you look like that?" Rutger laughed as he nudged Luca in the side. "Adam broke up with Sunny?" he said in disbelief as he watched the boy's faces fall.

★★

"Oh, dear, don't be discouraged, I've been exactly where you are. I'll drive, I'll drive all night. I'll call your mom"

Adam stared at her contact for a second, his thumb hovering over the call button as he fought off the urge to call her and just spill his guts.

He knew he made the right decision, he knew this was what he needed, but it also felt so wrong to not have the chance or the freedom to just reach out and talk to her. Not just about his shit season, or how he's been feeling better, he just wanted to hear her speak.

He missed her voice, her face, her laugh, he missed it all.

He stared at his phone before he dialled a number and put the phone up to his ear, his heart beating in his chest as the phone rang.

it rang

and rang

and rang a third time before she finally answered.

He heard a cheery hello on the other side as his stomach untied itself from the knots it had previously been in

"Hi Mom," he said, relief filling his voice as he heard her excitement at his call, "do you have time to listen, I need to talk?"

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This is soooo dramatic :)) I'm sorry for the emotional damage this may cause to the Sunny and Adam lovers out there!! But uh yeah don't hate me for literally ruining my little angels

[badhockeymom]

NHL WAM Summer Camp vol 4 episode 4: Rasmus Ristolainen

The hosts of the show visit Turku where Rasmus Ristolainen has a training day with his personal physio coach Ville Rintala.

(link)

The training is on a football pitch and of course Risto has footwear to match the occasion, camo/gold cleats.

(I’ll skip most of the narration here, focusing on the interview bits, okay? One of the hosts, Manninen, tries out Ristolainen’s exercises, they talk with Rasmus and his coach, and later move on to Rasmus’ apartment in Turku.)

Q: Ripa (note: they don’t stick to just one nickname, why would they!), how has your summer been?

R: Really good. Nothing special, a lot of training and I’ve been traveling pretty much.

Q: Yes, I’ve seen on your IG, you running the hills of Crete and Cyprus.

Q: Ville, how has Rasse’s summer training looked like? Progress?

V: Yes, there’s progress every day. We have four more weeks to go before he goes back to the US.

Q: Rasmus isn’t one of your basic players who’ll just do what the trainer says, he has his own opinions on how to do the exercises. I guess you don’t have to push him very hard to get him to do anything.

V: Not if we practice something that he likes to do, like today. But there are parts of training he likes less, like conditioning. It takes some effort to wind down the pace with him, he’s always wanting to move on to the next move. He hates staying still. But it’s futile to overcoach any athlete, you don’t want to yell, there has to be the internal motivation to practice.

(moving on to Risto’s sunny balcony)

Q: You have a pretty nice place here. But hey, not a penthouse! Have you tried to pressure your upstairs neighbors to move out?

R: Well, I’ve tried to play music annoyingly loudly a couple of times each summer but that doesn’t seem to do much. Most of the other residents are a bit older and they spend a lot of the summer out on their summer cottages. I haven’t really even seen who lives up there.

Q:. What have you been doing? Your instagram is full of training pics.

R: I haven’t done too much else to be honest. I like working out and this summer I’ve done some trips to nice training places. I’ve been on Mykonos, in Marbella, a couple of times in Sweden. That takes up most of the summer.

Q: Do you always travel with the same training group?

R: Basically yes. A bit more in Mykonos but in Spain it was me and Ville.

Q: Tell me about how John Scott took you out in the Sabres locker room? How does that happen?

R: it was just some horseplay that we had after morning ice. I threw a cup or something at him from behind. I didn’t mean anything bad but he just happened to turn around and it hit him right in the face. He chased me for a while until I couldn’t run away anymore. Well, it calmed down, but then he said he wants to show me something. He took me in a chokehold and told me to tap out as soon as I don’t feel anything anymore. I fainted immediately. I didn’t have time to tap or anything. I woke up on the locker room floor. It was a weird feeling, being out for like ten seconds, they were pumping my chest in panic and I wake up there, like, what happened, and head to the gym.

Q: Hasn’t Scott told later that he panicked totally, shit, I killed our highest draft pick, we gotta get the guy up.

R: Yes, I’ve heard. It was scary, all right, but at least I now know what it feels like.

Q: He seemed like a nice dude, we met him in Buffalo one year.

R: He is. I actually called him up then to come in for the show to tell how it went, that story can give him unnecessary bad reputation if people don’t know what actually happened and think that he did some shit to me on purpose. But we’re cool, it was just fooling around. He was a great teammate and we still message each other from time to time.

Q: Time for Twitter questions. First, does Rasmus have a car with a woman figure and letters RR in front already?

R: What does that mean?  

Q: Some car mod apparently.

R: No, I don’t have my cars modified.

Q: Who of these would you rather take down with a body check on open ice: a) Ovechkin, b) Mikko Koivu, c) Brad Marchand, d) Hornqvist, e) someone else, who?

R: All of them. (Exclaims boldly) Everyone. All together at once or one at a time.

Q: Tile or tin roof?

R: The one that stays cooler.

Q: Goal or assist?

R: Win.

Q: The best road city?

R: Toronto.

Q: Toronto, really? We get Vegas a lot.

R: Vegas is not that much my style.

Q: I’ve heard you train with MMA fighters in the summer. Do you follow UFC, have you gone to see any fights live?

R: Haven’t watched it live but I do like to watch martial arts, UFC, boxing. I’ve trained with Teemu Packalén (below) for a few years now.

Q: Which side of the river are we on now, by the way?

R: The other side. Both sides are the other side.

(The river Aura runs through Turku and the sides of the river are referred to “This” and “The other” side - to be more exact, it’s “on this side” and “on the other side” said in the local dialect, but if it’s just a running joke to refer to the POV in the situation or if there is a distinction is a complete mystery to me. I’m not from there)

Q: Meatballs with mashed potatoes, chicken and pasta or baked macaroni casserole?

R: I’d say macaroni casserole.

Q: It’s hot in here.

R: Yes, the air doesn’t move at all here. But you’re the one who wanted to sit here. This is like a sauna! An American style sauna where you can’t even trow water on the stove.

Q: Which elbow pad do you put on first?

R: Left. I don’t know why.

Q: Would you dare to put pink laces in your skates and play with them next season?

R: No. It’s not about daring but - no. I don’t do that kind of foolery.

Q: Did you get fined for this celly?

R: No fine but I keep hearing about it. That and the other one. Both of the two goals I did last season, people keep giving me shit about the celly. But at least people remember them!

Q: But it’s the right way. Let the feeling take over!

R: Yes. When you score only a couple of times a season, you gotta put on a show when it happens.

Q: Donna or Samppalinna?

R: Donna.

Q: Thanks for the answers!

R: Difficult questions!

Q: We’re going out on a boat now! Rasmus is going to show his berth next. (Rasmus laughs) He doesn’t have a boat, though, but he can show someone else’s.

(After the closing credits)

Q: So you got your driver’s licence back?

R: I’ve always had it.

Q: You can believe that in the NHL WAM history we always get most unusable stuff with Ripa.

Q: You must like this car model, you have the same in the US?

R: Yes. (It’s) safe.

Q: Do you want to comment your speeding ticket?

R: Better not try to explain. 

R: (on pizza toppings) Pineapple, mushrooms, onion, garlic and pulled chicken wing meat.