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right under our noses (part 5) | colton parayko

Teaser: "I feel it in my gut, Colt."

“What are you doing right now?” Jayne’s voice sounded in your ear seconds after you answered her call. You had gotten home from work nearly two hours ago, taking time to only shower then collapse in your living room.

"Laying on my couch watching Netflix,” you responded.

“Well, we’re having some people over after 8 and I want you to come,” She said.

“Last minute invite, nice," You rolled your eyes. "What does 'some people' mean?"

“The team and close friends,” Was the reply. It was never just the "team and close friends."

“I don’t feel like doing my makeup, Jayne,” You groaned. “Or, even getting dressed for that matter. I just laid down.”

“Come on, please?” She pleaded. “It’s lowkey so you don’t have to really wear makeup if you don’t want to.”

"But I would need to change. Do you know how much energy that would require?"

"If we waited around for you to have energy, we would never see you!" You heard Alex yell in the background.

"Why am I always on speaker?"

"You have something to hide from me, Y/L/N?"

“Anyway,” You rolled your eyes. “Will jeans and a t-shirt satisfy you guys? It doesn't sound like I can get out of this.”

“That sounds perfect,” Jayne responded. “Just come by whenever you’re ready.”

“Do you want me to bring anything?” 

“Nope, we’re all good. See you when you get here!”

“Bye.”

You definitely took your time getting ready. Although you said you wouldn't put in any effort, you ended up showering, doing light makeup, AND coordinating a presentable outfit.

By the time you pulled into Jayne and Alex's gate, you could tell quite the crowd had already started to form inside. You took a deep breath before pushing your way through the doors and the growing crowd. Saying hi to a few people as you made your way to the kitchen, you made a beeline for the Vodka bottle.

"I thought you weren't going to show," Alex appeared next to you within a few seconds.

"I considered it," You smiled.

"How's the job search going?"

You rolled your eyes, "Is that really the first question you want to ask me when I have a glass bottle in my hand?"

He laughed loudly, voice echoing over the music, "Understood, boss."

"I thought this was supposed to be a small get-together?" You asked.

"Is that what Jayne said?"

"Your wife is a liar."

"No argument there," He shook his head. "But, if you need a minute, the patio is always pretty quiet, because I always tell the guys to stay away from it."

"I'll probably head out there for a bit before I put on my social smile."

Alex left you alone in the kitchen, wheels already turning in his head. He pulled his wife, Jayne, away from her friends and into their bedroom.

"What? She was just going to give me what moisturizer she's been using!"

"One, your skin is beautiful, baby," She smiled at that. "Two, Y/N just got here and I think she's going to the patio."

"Is she okay? Should I go check on her?"

"She's fine. And no, you shouldn't go, but maybe someone else. If I'm the one to tell him to go to the patio, it's going to be obvious."

"Well, he was telling me earlier that he had a headache from the music."

"You have to be slick about it," Alex coached. "If he even smells bullshit, he'll figure it out once he gets out there."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

****

You made a deal with yourself: you could only stay outside for four songs. Anything more than that, you should have just stayed home. You knew Jayne wouldn't invite you out if the other half of the experiment wasn't here, and you had to make yourself seen.

The third song started to play, and you began to coach yourself to be the social butterfly you knew you could be. All before...

“Can I join you?” You turned around at the sound of the voice. You smiled widely when you locked eyes with Colton. My savior.

“Yes, of course,” You slid over, making room for him on the stairs. “Get tired of the crowd?”

“A little bit," He laughed. "This song is a fan favorite and I don't think my head can take the yelling. Plus, I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were good."

“Oh,” I waved him off. “I’m fine, just needed to feel fresh air for a second.”

“It is getting a little tight in there now,” He commented, looking over his shoulder to Alex and Jayne’s home which had continued to fill up more and more in the past half hour.

“How’s your night going?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Pretty good, this was the only thing I got out of bed for today.”

“That sounds like such an amazing day,” You nodded. “I’m jealous.”

“You worked today?” Nod again. “When was your last day off?”

You thought back, “Last Tuesday, maybe? I’m not sure.”

“You’ve worked ten days straight?”

“I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” You sighed. 

“I’m not going to say anything,” He held up his hands. “You’re an adult, you make your own decisions.”

“Thank you,” You said, letting out a laugh after.

“But, you deserve better.”

“I remember our deal at the bar, Colton," You pointed out. “I plan on holding up my end, trust me.”

“How do you even work that much?”

"Well, not everyone is on an NHL contracted salary," You responded. "I do have to pay my bills."

"I get that part, but how do you actually make it through every day when you hate your job?"

You smiled, incidentally leaning closer to him as you reached into my left pocket. You pulled out the bag of gummy worms you had brought, “Sugar.”

Colton took a slightly deeper breath when he got a waft of your shampoo as you leaned closer to him. He had never smelled anything like it, like you. And your smile. His eyes flickered to your lips and back up before he could even register it.

You were doing things to him that even he had never felt before. That’s why it was so easy for him to mistake the goosebumps you gave him for being from the windy night air.

“No way,” Colton laughed. “The only thing that keeps me going sometimes is a soda.”

“Yeah, it’s either that or candy,” You agreed. “Sometimes I get worried that I might get diabetes.”

“Me too,” He responded. “If you had to pick one food or drink to have an unlimited supply of for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“One?” You asked, earning a nod. “Hm, I’m not really sure. I feel like if I had an unlimited supply of gummy worms, that’d be great. They definitely raise the prices once a month.”

“You’d get a lot of cavities,” Colton commented.

“I wouldn’t eat it all at once, but to not have to buy it every single time I have a craving? Heaven,” You sighed, happily.

He smiled as he shook his head, “Heaven with cavities.”

“You’re one to talk,” You chirped lightly. “You’re going to get diabetes with all the sugar you consume from those cokes. At least my gummy worms are sugar-free.”

He rolled his eyes, “Then, does that really help? Anything sugar free is a scam.”

You laughed at him, your head thrown back. “It tastes the same!”

“I can’t believe you,” He shook his head, smiling. “Phony.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both for a few moments.

“You guys had a game yesterday, right?” You asked as another song began to play inside.

“Yeah,” He nodded. 

“I’m taking it didn’t go as planned?” 

“It was alright,” He shrugged lightly, looking back over Alex and Jayne’s yard. 

“That’s exactly what I said when you asked about work at the bar,” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Should I be encouraging you to quit, too?”

He laughed, “Not at all.”

“Yeah, my job doesn’t come with traveling the country.” You said. “Honestly, I’m still super confused about hockey and the calls that refs make. I mostly just let Jayne translate for me.”

Laughing, “Refs definitely make bullshit calls a lot, though.”

“Is that what happened yesterday? I didn’t catch the game but Jayne was texting me about it.”

He shrugged, “There were a couple of questionable calls, but we lost because we’re not playing the way we should be.”

“Well, I guess you guys are going to be busy at your next practice".

“I just feel like my game has been lacking so much lately,” Colton sighed, eyes still trained on the yard ahead. “And, then we just keep losing so that solidifies it.”

“Or, it solidifies that the entire team needs to try something different?” You suggested, raising your eyebrows at him. “It is a team sport, right? You can’t take all the heat for yourself, just like you can’t take all the praise.”

“I’m pretty sure I deserve the heat, though.”

“Okay, break it down for me, since I’m a hockey idiot,” You started, turning to face him. “Tell me what you think is going wrong.”

“You’re not an idiot,” He rolled his eyes. “And, do you really want me to bore you with hockey at a party? You don't want to go back inside and have fun?

“To be honest, I lied before. I’m actually out here because I didn’t want to come in the first place but Jayne begged and also lied about how many people would be here. Which is very common for her, so I don't know why I fell for it.”

“I’m obligated to be here because of the team,” He let out a laugh.

“So, we both got screwed,” You laughed, making him smile. “I was going to just sit in silence anyway, so if you want to talk about hockey, I’ll listen.”

It was a genuine offer, and Colton knew that as he looked into your eyes. He felt something at that moment, but he really couldn’t figure out what it was. It was almost a calming feeling, like all the stresses he had been feeling were subdued for the time that he was with you. 

He explained everything to you, way more than you were ever going to be able to remember but you watched him relax as he talked. What started as a self-deprecating account turned into Colton going through some of his favorite hockey moments, of his career and of all time. 

“I wish I had something to be this invested in,” You let out a laugh after he had finished going over the team’s Stanley Cup run.

“Well, what are you interested in?” He turned to you, leaning back against the patio. He took another sip of his drink. “Now it’s your turn to talk.”

And, talk, you did. You surprised yourself with how much you told Colton, but he had given the same amount. It was only fair. You were reminded then how much you got along with him. Even though you guys only spoke at times like these where the team was gathered with close friends, he was always one of the easiest people to talk to. It wasn’t uncommon for you both to be catching up at parties.

Colton enjoyed your conversation and realized that you both had a lot more in common than he originally thought. And, you could clearly talk about anything. Well, obviously. We’re friends, he thought.

And, Alex. There was a voice in Colton’s head, telling him that you were the person he was being set up with. The louder voice, however, reminded him that Alex cared too much about you to ever set you up with someone on the team, let alone him. 

Colton vowed at that moment to completely remove you from his list of potential matches. It would only hurt him in the end, to wish it was you and then be disappointed. He felt that it was nearly impossible for it to happen, and he actually enjoyed having you as someone to talk to. She’s a friend. He had to respect Alex’s wishes, and if he was being honest, he thought you were out of his league too.

“Hey, Y/N?” You both turned at the sound of a voice behind you. “Jayne is looking for you.”

“Oh, okay,” You smiled at Ryan. “I’ll be right in.”

He nodded, disappearing back inside. 

“She’s probably going to make me drink something with her so I don’t know how conversational I’ll be after that.”

Colton laughed, “Maybe another time, then.”

“Definitely next time,” You corrected, pushing yourself up to your feet. “I want to hear all about the team’s crazy comeback, and your point streak.”

“How do you know that’s gonna happen?” He laughed. “What if you just jinxed it?”

“I feel it in my gut, Colt.” You said, right before you disappeared inside to find Jayne. 

Although you didn’t realize it, your words stuck with Colton. Not just your belief in him, but the nickname, too. It wasn’t the first time you’ve used it, but it was the first time it gave him goosebumps. 

A few hours later, as the party died down and people began to disperse, you were having a very tipsy conversation with an also very tipsy Jayne. “I’m really glad you came.”

“Honestly,” You paused, pursing your lips. “It was bad, at all. I actually talked to Colton for a bit and then drank, probably a bit too much, with Vince.”

“Really?” She quickly found something to occupy her eyes with because although she was drunk, there was no way she was going to blow up her own plan. “How was that? Your talk with Colton, I mean. We all know how Vince gets at these.”

“None of your business,” You joked with a serious tone. Jayne froze, looking back at you.

“Uh-”

“-Dude, I was just kidding,” You furrowed your eyebrows curiously at her with a laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” She recovered, taking a sip of her drink again. "I thought something happened."

“Okay,” You trailed off. In your drunken state, you didn’t bother to further question. “It was actually pretty nice, though. We talked about hockey and my job, nothing serious.”

“That’s cool,” Jayne said. “I’m glad, he’s been feeling down lately.”

“Yeah, I could tell. I just told him he doesn’t need to be because all I hear about him from the other guys is how good he is. Tonight was actually the first night I somewhat understood hockey,” You shrugged absentmindedly. Not knowing how to respond without blurting out “You’re perfect for each other!” Jayne began to recount what she could remember of her night. 

Later that night, Alex and Jayne settled in bed after making sure you were asleep in their guest room. 

“How drunk are you?” Alex laughed at his wife, pulling back the covers for her.

“Just a little,” Jayne responded with a laugh. “But, I think we’re making headway with the plan.”

Raising his eyebrows, “How? What did I miss?”

“Y/N and Colton were on the steps for at least an hour talking tonight!” Jayne whispered excitedly. “She said it was really nice.”

“Holy shit,” Alex said. “She figured it out, then?”

“No, no, I don’t think she has a clue. Maybe if she was sober, she would have put two and two together, but I tried not to pry too much and make it obvious.”

“What did they talk about?”

“She said this was the first night she actually understood anything about hockey.” Alex smiled, rolling his eyes. “And, I guess they talked about her job, too.”

“Well, it had to be good if they talked for an hour, right?” Alex shrugged. “Is that really where he disappeared to? I remember him saying he was getting a drink and then I didn't see him for a while.”

“I guess so.”

“Now that I think about it, he did seem like he was in a better mood when he came back,” Alex said.

“Do you think they’re going to figure it out?”

“I feel like Y/N is going to catch on sooner than we think,” Alex said, looking up at the ceiling. “She over analyzes everything.”

“I don’t think so," Jayne replied. "Do you see the way Colton looks at her?"

"No, how?" Alex looked over at her.

"Like she puts the fucking stars in the sky," Jayne laughed. "I only noticed it tonight, but I think he may already have it figured out."

"I highly doubt it, he would have said something to me."

"Well, until either of them say anything, the plan is still in motion. We should talk about next steps in the morning. I have to sleep."

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(day nine) the tree party , colton parayko

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, colton parayko x reader summary, picking out a christmas tree was always a ceremonious day for the parayko family. and this year, they had a new addition, winnie, so that made the whole thing all the more special. warnings, children/kids word count, 1073 words

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When you and Colton first moved in together, Colton made it a whole thing. He made it an entire day. You got breakfast, then got your tree, which was a whole process in it itself. Then you went home and put on a Christmas movie while decorating your tree.

You had done it with Henry for the last 4 years, and this year, it would be Colton, you, Henry, and Winnie.

"Can we go yet?" Henry whined as he stomped around the front door. All of you were ready, but Winnie still took a little longer to get ready because she was a baby and needed a little more than you all did.

"Be patient, dude." Colton rustled his hair, "You know your sister takes a little more time than you and me." Henry sighed, hopping up onto the bench in the entryway and waiting.

After getting Winnie ready and getting both kids strapped in the car, you were on your way to the diner you always had your special breakfast.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite family." The same waitress since you had started your tradition almost 6 years ago, Penny, greeted you with a bright smile.

Henry let go of Colton's hand and ran over to hug her, "Hello, Henry. Oh, look at you. Look at how big you've gotten." He smiled bashfully.

She looked up from Henry and gasped when she saw the stroller you were pushing, "Get out!" She laughed. You pushed up the hood of the stroller so she could see Winnie, "Oh, look at her. She's beautiful." Penny cooed.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"What's her name?"

"Winnifred, Winnie for short," Colton answered.

"She's beautiful." You smiled as Penny led you over to your usual table which had a "reserved" plaque on it, "Barry almost shouted at a group of kids who almost sat here this morning."

"Oh, you don't have to save this table for us we're fine sitting at a different table."

"It's no trouble." She shook her head with a smile, "I'll be back with your drinks."

The majority of breakfast was filled with you telling Henry to eat some pancakes with his syrup and Colton to eat slower because he was so excited.

After breakfast, you were on your way to the tree farm, listening to Christmas music the entire way there. When you got to the farm, Colton hadn't even stopped the car before Henry was unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Hey, your butt stays in that seat until the car stops." You reminded him and he quickly sat back down. Once Colton stopped the car, then Henry jumped up and out of his seat.

You and Colton both got you. While Colton got the stroller out, you helped Henry out of his seat and held his hand as he pointed out all the things he saw.

Henry started pulling you off, having no regard for his sister or father, "Slow down, buddy." You laughed, "You gotta wait for Winnie and dad."

He stopped and turned around to see where the two were. Once they were close enough, he started pulling out off again, "I know you're excited. But I kind of need my arm." You joked.

"Come on, mommy, all the good trees are getting taken." Henry told you.

"I don't think they are. The perfect one for us will still be there." You reassured. Something caught Henry's attention, and he was quickly dragging you towards it, "Hot choclate?"

"Can we? Please?"

"You just had breakfast, which was practically a bowl of syrup."

"Please?" He begged.

"Fine." You relented. You ordered two hot chocolate, and made your way back over to Colton, who had Winnie in his arms, as he showed her the trees.

You handed one of the cups to Henry, who eagerly began blowing on the hot liquid, "That's right. Blow." You nodded as you blew on your own cup.

You wandered through the rows and rows of trees, trying to find the "perfect" tree, as Henry called it, "Do you see it yet?" You asked. Henry shook his head response.

You and Colton shared a look. You had been there for a little too long, and you were getting cold and you were starting to get worried about Winnie being too cold.

"All right, well, you gotta pick one soon. It's getting cold." Colton told him.

"Okay." He nodded. You wandered down a few more aisles before Winnie let out a cry.

Colton began bouncing up and down trying to get her to stop crying. You worked quickly, grabbing a bottle from the baby bag and pouring some of the milk from the insolated cup into Winnie's cup.

"All right, Henry, if you don't pick a tree-"

"This one!" He exclaimed, pointing to the tree you were standing in front of. You and Colton both looked at the tree, examining his pick.

"Are you sure? After this, there's no going back." You told him.

"I'm sure." He nodded.

"All right, I'll go find someone." Colton handed Winnie off to you and went off in search of someone who worked there.

-

When you got home, with the tree safely strapped to the top of your car, you called in some reinforcement (some of the guys) to help you bring the tree into the house.

They stuck around to help hang up a couple ornaments and play with baby Winnie who loved all the attention. While Winnie was distracted by her Uncle Robert and Uncle Scandy, you, Colton and Henry started decorating the tree with all your ornaments.

Well, it was mainly you and Colton because Henry was distracted by the Christmas movie playing on the TV.

Once you were done and every ornament was on your tree, there was only one thing left to do, "Hey, bud, do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?"

He nodded eagerly, taking the star from you and waiting for Colton to pick him up. Once he was tall enough, he carefully placed the star on the tip of your tree.

Once he was safely on the ground, Colton made his way around the tree to the back so he could plug the lights into the outlet. He took a step back, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you marveled at your tree.

"Go us." You held your hand up.

"Yeah." Colton chuckled in agreement, slapping his hand against yours.

-

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NHL Fic Rec list

Hiii!!! I just wanted to share a few fics that really made me feel strong emotions...

Oh and make sure to check the warnings before reading :)

Avalanche:

Four times You Run Into Cale Makar and the One Time He Runs Into You - @kailyn-writes

i miss you like the very first night (Cale Makar) - @mattyanonwrites

Mistletoe Magic (Cale Makar) - @the-penalty-box-imagines

Nothin' Like You (Cale Makar) - @ghstandpucks

Teach Me To Please (Cale Makar) - @pucksalotguys

Annoying Little Brother (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

Apartment 352 pt 1 (Erik Johnson) - @imaginingsoftly

Have My Cake and Eat It Too (Erik Johnson) - @mikkorantanev

Like Father Like Son (Erik Johnson) - @ghstandpucks

look what you started (Erik Johnson) - @mattyanonwrites

Only All the Time (Erik Johnson) - @antoineroussel-archive

Overwhelming Light (Erik Johnson) - @burkymakar

the nanny (Erik Johnson) - @holy-pucks

Two Slow Dancers (Erik Johnson) - @hockeywocs

The Turn In Our Relationship (Gabriel Landeskog) - @yourfavewriteress

The Second Time (Nathan Mackinnon) - @wyattjohnston

Till Forever Falls Apart (Nathan Mackinnon & Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys literally heres their whole masterlist i encourage you to read them all

Blues:

Right Under Our Noses (Colton Parayko) - @yourfavewriteress

Bruins:

5 Times the Team Told David He Was in Love + 1 Time he Realized it (David Pastrnak) - @mainlypastrnaksbae

Canucks:

Coach Hughes (Quinn Hughes) - @matsmarts

Midnight Rain (Quinn Hughes) - @babydollmarauders

Milkshakes AU (Quinn Hughes) - @hugheshugs

Devils:

Lies (Jack Hughes) - @nolanmoylee

Kraken:

Four Times His Teammates Said "I love you," and One Time He Did (Vince Dunn) - @blueskrugs

Panthers:

Baby, It's Cold Outside (Matthew Tkachuk) - @raysofcrosby

Wish We Were Older (Matthew Tkachuk) - @sorryjustafangirl

Penguins:

By The Water, Euphoria (Sidney Crosby) - @flashyfucker

Illicit Affairs (Sidney Crosby) - @blueskrugs

Two Little Lines (Sidney Crosby) - @pucksalotguys

Maple Leafs:

What Once Was (Mitch Marner) - @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

Sabres:

All's well that ends well to end up with you (Tyson Jost) - @mattyanonwrites

[laurenairay]

hiii I hope you have a wonderful birthday :DDDD

would you be able to write for Colton Parayko with #7 "It's raining, you're going to get sick." ?

Thank you so much!! This prompt for Colton made me feel super emotional so this is essentially just pure angst that I got carried away with.

“It’s raining, you’re going to get sick.”

Words: 1.2k

*

Rain was pouring heavily outside when you heard a series of knocks at your door. You were having a night in to yourself, taking the time to indulge yourself with a good book, and you sure as hell weren’t expecting anyone. You’d seen most of your friends yesterday night, and you sure as hell didn’t have a date waiting since your ex broke things off last month – so what the hell?

With a frown you put your bookmark in to hold your page, heading down the hallway to your front door. But when you saw who was standing there, your jaw dropped slightly with shock.

Colton.

The ex who’d broken up with you last month.

What the actual hell.

“What are you doing here?” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest for your own comfort if nothing else.

“I just…I had to see you. I couldn’t leave things the way I did. You didn’t deserve it, any of it. I’m so sorry.”

The fucking audacity.

He had the nerve to show up at your front door after breaking up with you an entire month ago, having heartlessly said that he didn’t want to commit to anything serious after leading you on with dates and flowers and sex and romance…and now he was back with this bullshit?

“No, I didn’t deserve any of it. But what the fuck, Colton? What made you think that coming here was acceptable in the slightest?”

“I wasn’t thinking…”

Well that much was obvious.

“…but you deserved an apology and I couldn’t get it out of my head until I’d seen you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I made a stupid mistake,” he finished desperately.

If he’d turned up at your door three weeks ago, you would’ve taken him back without a second thought. But now, now that the hurt had sunk in and you’d started to mend your broken heart, you just couldn’t bring yourself to crumble into his arms.

“You think I’m just going to take you back? Forgive you because you’ve said that you’re sorry? The world doesn’t work like that,” you said angrily, glaring up at him.

“Tell me what I can do. I’ll do anything, please. Even just for you to hear me out,” he pleaded.

Those big beautiful eyes still made you weak at the knees, and you cursed yourself as you could feel your walls starting to crack.

As if the universe was making its own judgement, thunder boomed overhead, making you both jump, and the rain seemed to come down even heavier, pounding on the pavement. A car driving past skidded on the wet road, making you wince, glancing up at Colton to see him watching it nervously. You remembered how much he hated driving in the rain as it was, and this was verging on dangerous. Damn it. You couldn’t send him away now – you weren’t that heartless.

“Come inside,” you sighed.

“What?”

“It’s raining, you’re going to get sick,” you said, pursing your lips, “And there’s no way you can drive in this. Come on.”

“Are you sure?” Colton said, hesitating.

“Have I ever said something I didn’t mean?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Colton just ducked his head, avoiding your gaze, but stepped past you into your house, letting you shut the door behind him. You glanced up at him as you stepped around him, frowning at the way his hair was dripping wet and his clothes were soaked.

“Wait there, I’ll get you a towel to dry off,” you said softly.

You didn’t bother waiting for a response as you walked into your home, heading straight for the linen closet in the bathroom and pulling out the largest fluffiest towel you had. It was then that you noticed the sweatpants you’d stuffed in the closet too, when you’d been desperate to get them out of your sight, and you felt yourself tremble at the memory. How dare he just show up like this, with no warning after everything he said?

No, he didn’t get to make you feel like this in your own home. He didn’t deserve such an emotional reaction – you could be polite and distant until the rain stopped, and that would have to be enough.

Without further hesitation, you grabbed the sweatpants too, and walked back out to where your ex-boyfriend was standing by the front door still, shoes taken off and neatly put in your shoe rack, coat hanging on a hook too.

“Here, this towel should do,” you said simply, “I have these as well. Didn’t have the chance to wash them yet but they’re clean enough if you want to get out of your wet jeans.”

As you tossed the sweatpants to Colton, to call the look on his face devastation would be an understatement.

“Baby, wait, please I…”

“Don’t call me baby. Not after everything,” you said sharply.

You winced as he seemed to flinch slightly, but he took the sweatpants from you without protesting. Colton didn’t take long to scrub his hair dry, and he handed the damp material to you without a word. You didn’t know if it was because he looked like a wet kitten, ruffled and miserable, but you felt the ice in your heart melt just that little bit more, and you found yourself sighing.

“I’ll let you get changed, okay? Meet me in the kitchen, I’ll make you some coffee to warm up,” you said softly.

“Thanks,” he nodded.

By the time Colton walked into your kitchen, he looked a little drier, almost as if time hadn’t passed at all and he was just chilling in your home for the evening. It was a comforting sight, even if it sent a stab of pain through you as you knew you didn’t get to have this anymore.

“What made you think turning up here was a good idea, Colton?” you asked, passing him a cup of coffee, made just as he liked.

“I don’t know. All I could think of was coming to see you, trying to make things right. I’ve been such an idiot, treating you like shit when you deserve to be treated like a princess,” he sighed.

“I deserve to be treated like a person,” you shot back, raising your eyebrows, “And you didn’t do that when you told me that you couldn’t commit to me.”

Colton nodded miserably, setting the coffee mug down on the kitchen side to scrub a hand over his hair.

“I know I don’t deserve to even be in your house right now. I know that I don’t deserve you talking to me at all, not for a minute. But I’m begging you, please let me have a chance to make this right, to make things up to you. Please,” Colton asked quietly.

You’d never heard him so desperate, so emotional, not in the 6 months of your relationship…thing, whatever it was in the end. Maybe you deserved to get some closure, if nothing else.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out. But you’re leaving when the rain stops,” you said firmly.

He nodded so quickly that it made you laugh, Colton’s sweet face not losing that desperation.

“Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance,” he murmured.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you said, pursing your lips, “You broke my heart, Colton. There’s a long way before I’ll even consider letting you make things up to me.”

“I can work with that,” he replied.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you saw that hopeful smile on his face.

[leafsbabe]

beach vacation - Colton Parayko x masc! reader

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nah that one with marchand and berglund had me rolling

i love these so much

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Hockey RPF Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hockey Player/Reader, Colton Parayko/Reader, Ben Bishop/Reader, Patrik Berglund/Reader, Brad Marchand/Reader Characters: Colton Parayko, Patrik Berglund, Robert Bortuzzo, Henrik Lundqvist, Tage Thompson, Ben Bishop, Brad Marchand Additional Tags: this is hockey AU tbh, Tow Truck Driver, Rubber Neck Towing, Swearing, Bartender - Freeform, Karaoke, Drinking Summary:

There are many hardworking people in this world, these men are no different.

[senditcolton]

1k Cele-Bakery Masterlist

THE ORDERS

“Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies (blurbs)

Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader] Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy] (part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe) Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce] (part of “the pull of you” universe) Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader] (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader] (part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe) Gardenia [Colton Parayko x OC Elizabeth Astor] (part of the “would it be enough?” universe) Holly [Tyson Jost x reader] Myrtle [Casey Cizikas x reader] Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader] Oak [Brock Boeser x reader] Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]

“Showstopper” Sugar Cookies (moodboards)

“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin (part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe) Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov “Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost Renaissance Faire with Brock Boeser Vacation with Mat Barzal

“Wild and Wacky” Vintage Chocolate Cake (headcanons)

Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz

“Sweet Like Honey” Buttermilk Honey Bread (playlists)

Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov (part of the “king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson

“The Apple of My Eye” Caramel Rose Apple Pie (fic recs)

Jake Oettinger Mikko Rantanen Sidney Crosby Tyson Jost

“Too Good, Too Pure” Cinnamon Roll (ask games)

Top 5 NHL Players Top 5 Places I’ve Seen Top 5 Tropes to Read Top 5 Tropes to Write Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players Top 5 Vacation Spots

THE THANKS

First, I want to give a special shoutout to a few very special people who I cherish dearly and can’t imagine my time on hockeyblr without them:

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I also want to give a quick, special shoutout to three blogs that are not as active/inactive that I still consider very close friends and shaped my hockeyblr experience: Ilyana ( @hookingminor ), Alex ( @toplinetommy ), and Hannah ( @yeeehaw-hockey ). 

There are of course so many other people/blogs I consider near and dear to me and that have made these years on hockeyblr so wonderful & who I can’t wait to become even closer with:  @matthewtkachuk​ @thomasschabot​ @comphy-and-cozy​ @smileysvech​​ @dissonannce​ @ilyasorokinn​ @fallinallincurls​ @raysofcrosby​ @barzysunflower​ @sorryjustafangirl​ @jarmorie​ @cellythefloshie​​ @tippedbykreider​ @troubatrain​ @masonappleton​ @adamlowsy​ @rnuggethopkins​ @austennight​ @wanderinqhoul​ @kailyn-writes​ @typical-simplelove​ 

Shoutout to every single one of you for being here!! If you didn’t see your name above, that doesn’t matter; I love you just as much! When I say I couldn’t do this without you, I mean it!!! (no literally, this celebration wouldn’t exist if 1k of you didn’t decide to hit that follow button)

[twinklelilstarkey]

For the Colton Imagine can it be something like proposal or with kids (he just looks adorable with children)

Kids - Colton Parayko

A/N: Of course, baby! I chose with kids because I just couldn't say no to that. Here it is.

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Kids (?). Just Colton melting over kids and being their favorite.

To say that your boyfriend looked cute when with kids, is an understatement. He’s just the purest and most adorable person when he’s close to a kid. His whole expression can change when his eyes land on the small young humans, and so does his smile and his tone of voice.

Colton is just a sight to see. And a great helper too.

The reason behind that is that you’re a kindergarten teacher. You, as someone that has always loved the idea of being around kids, are still young and learning in your job on how to be a great teacher and even role model to such young kids.

Right off when you started your career, before meeting Colton, you wanted kids to have the best of experiences in your classroom. You wanted to be the coolest teacher, all because you also had that when you were younger. And that came with a lot of fun activities throughout the week and a lot of decorating to do in your classroom. 

Is it tiring? Yes. But is it worth it when the kids run in every morning all excited to see you? Oh, absolutely.

Close to any festive date, you remodel your classroom with the help of your coworkers - and Colton, when he’s free - and always do a list of all the activities you want to do during the week.

Imagination is key in this job.

You met Colton a year into your job. It was a random date you had set yourself in by a dating app - something your friends had forced you to try and see what would happen.

On that date, the first minutes were a bit awkward, you felt nervous and Colton felt all anxious. You were scared that it would all just be a recipe for disaster. 

For an example, the thoughts that ran through your mind were all about: what if one of you just said something completely random or talked too much? 

Ugh, it was stressful, to say the least.

But that was until you said what you do for a living. Oh, the heart eyes he gave you.

“So, you like kids?” He had asked you.

“Of course! Ever since I was teenager and babysat my neighbor’s kid.”

You won your way to his heart right away. He made you all sorts of questions about your job and just smiled all the time you would mention your favorite moments with the kids. 

And when you asked about him, and he told all sorts of opportunities he has had with his job to hang out with kids. And you felt like you melted into a puddle. 

He would mention how many times he has infiltrated himself onto small kids’ skating-classes at the Enterprise center and how they would always let him help out. Kids are, honestly, who rule the soft spot on his heart.

All the stories the two of you had, were just what saved that date. It was what made you talk for hours and hours about one another and make you notice how much more you have in common, other than liking kids.

Both of your friend groups would just think that their ears would fall off if they heard you talk about one another one more time, during the following weeks.

Three dates in and you’re dating. Living your absolute best life.

And two years later, which is now, you’re still dating Colton. You, now, go and see him in every home game and he picks you up from work every time he’s free. He also helps you with buying stuff for your classroom - when it needs redecoration, or when you need help with getting stuff ready on big days.

“Can you pass me the scissors, babe?” Colton asks you as he stares intensely at the piece of paper.

You pass him the scissors quickly and he whispers at you a little ‘thank you’.

You’re both sitting in one of the small tables of your classroom while cutting up some drawn and painted balloons. 

Today marks a week away from your class’s last kindergarten day, so you’re getting everything ready for it to the best last few days with them.

Most of the classroom, if not the school, is decorated. You, honestly, just need to add the little details you weren’t able to finish on Friday’s afternoon, and Colton, which had a day off, decided to come in with you super early to help.

You look over at the clock on the wall and you almost let out a gasp. The first kids, the ones that always appear before time for class, are almost here.

Quickly you stand on your feet and go get the other things ready while Colton continues to cut up balloons or drawing cute faces on them.

You open the bags of candy and start putting two down by the desk of each kid, probably looking like a maniac at how quick you’re moving around. 

You dunk the rest in the bowl by your desk, and you hear, very faintly, a little giggle at the end of the hall.

Oh, here they come.

You grab onto your sheets of paper and look over your shoulder at the door of your classroom, seeing it open very slowly. A small head of dark curls appears and a group of gasps escapes the children at the door.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N!” The girl that peeked in first says with her big smile.

“Good morning!” You say back with a smile.

Colton lifts his gaze from his little balloon and he sees the small kids, all staring up at you by the door. He smiles as you let them in the class and all their eyes land on him as he comes into view.

“This is Colton, he’s just helping me out, today.” You explained to them.

Some of the shyer kids hesitated a bit when walking in the colorful room, but the extroverts just sprinted to him with their toothless smiles.

“Hi!” They all screamed at him at different timings. “I’m Jacob!” One of them screams while everyone else also begins their introductions.

Colton smiles at them and soon a wave of questions hits him.

Children, when not scared, are one of the most curious beings in the world, so they will ask anyone about anything. And that comes with a large lack of filter too. But that is not something anyone that has come close to a child doesn’t know.

Colton, to your surprise, was able to answer every single one of them without ignoring any kids. Something you, their teacher, still have some difficulty doing, today.

While most of the kids are distracted with him, you go and drift your attention towards the shyest ones. You walk over to the door and go help the ones who are hesitating to walk in, holding up your hand at them before crouching down to their level to say a little ‘good morning’.

In a matter of very few minutes, you’re able to warm them up with the idea of walking in - which, indeed, has a lot to do with the candies that are resting on their desks. 

When the small group of kids clears out your door, you notice a special girl you’ve grown to love ever since you started working here.

Her name is Addison and she is the purest, yet the shyest kid you’ve ever come to meet. She’s timid to the point of preferring to be alone all day, even in the park in recess. She has had to change classes a bunch of times due to that lack of talking and not making friends, yet she landed on yours a year ago.

Throughout this year, you have been trying your best at winning her trust. She’s a very scared little being and you can’t just leave her in the corner, especially when most of the stuff you do in class is for everyone to be involved and have a great time as a group.

There have been good days and bad days, yet her good days are able to make your heart melt. Those are the days where she’s able to do more than half of the stuff you offer her to do and with a smile. The most precious smile in the world.

“Good morning, princess Addison.” You tell her as she stands behind the doorway. “I love your dress, today!”

A small little curve appears over her lips and she starts taking small steps towards you. You smile brightly at her, still crouched to be at eye level, and she quickly is standing in front of you.

“Mommy did my hair today.” She whispers at you.

You let out an enthusiastic gasp and she smiles at you.

“Oh, well, let me see the masterpiece.”

She turns around to do a little twirl and you look to see her coily hair separated in two perfect buns, which are held by two glittery light blue elastics - Addison’s favorite color.

“Wow!” You tell her and she turns back to you.

She is smiling so brightly that you swear you’re already a puddle. She’s just this adorable human being. 

If there’s any kid that will make you emotional when leaving on the last day, it will be her. No offense to anyone else, she’s just the princess of the classroom.

Colton, who is still sitting at the table, has found himself done with all the cutting and coloring, but also with two young boys climbing his back to dangle over his shoulders.

You weren’t kidding when you said that the kids are always in a good mood right in the morning.

He laughs at something one of the boys says and he looks over to check on you. You’re talking to a little girl in a blue dress and your smile is just as wide as it can be, as well as your eyes, which just twinkle with love.

When you finally stand back on your feet and extend your hand over to the little girl, Colton notices how her expression changes. Her small eyes study the room anxiously as she walks with you, and when they land on him, even worse.

Stranger danger, Colton, come on! Of course, the kids won’t like you right off the bat.

Before Colton could stand up or say anything to announce how he’s already done with his task at you, a little voice stops him.

“Mister Colton?” A little boy says while waving his arm around, “Are you and Miss Y/N dating?”

(...)

Half an hour later and your classroom is almost full, as hell as it’s almost time for class to begin and Colton’s time to leave. You stand back to look at what you just put on the wall, just to make sure it’s centered. 

Yeah, looks good.

The usual giggles, ones you’ve grown quite accustomed to, are louder, yet only now you’re looking back to see what’s happening.

Colton is still sitting with the kids, he has two boys laying over his shoulders, which look like they’re about to do a handstand, and he’s talking to a whole other group that is sitting on the floor in front of him.

You walk over to your desk to check something on your computer before you announce the time to everyone - and end up breaking everyone’s hearts. And as soon as you take a seat on your chair, you notice that Addison has gotten up from her seat.

One of her little drawings is still sitting on her desk, but you can’t stop yourself from looking for her in the big group of children around your boyfriend. And that’s when you see her, walking towards him with a paper in her hands.

Colton continues to talk to the kids, but that’s when he notices a small figure appear beside him. He looks over and the girl from before - Addison, you already told him the name of everyone in the room - is standing right beside him.

He gives her a smile, which she gives back, just a little shyer.

A sudden weight is lifted off his shoulders - quite literally, because one of the boys became tired of hanging on his shoulder, but also because she had just smiled at him. 

So, he decides to try his best.

“What do you have there?” He asks Addison, pointing his finger at the paper on her hand, honestly, just trying to make conversation.

Why does he feel nervous?

He notices her lips moving, but he can’t hear what she said. So he leans in, turning his head to the side, so she can repeat right over his ear.

“A drawing.” She tells him, again, in a whisper.

Colton snaps his head back to her and smiles widely in excitement.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Can I see it?”

Her lips move again and Colton leans in again so she can talk on his ear.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” Colton asks extremely excited and looks over at her.

Addison nods with a little shy smile and a little giggle escapes her mouth as he looks at her with an open mouth in shock. She, slowly, raises her hand with the paper on it and Colton, just as slowly, takes it.

(Kind of looks like this - but make it hockey)

As his eyes land on the paper, he feels his heart burst at how adorable it is. He can tell that it’s a bunch of hockey players, all of them with blue jerseys and with hockey sticks on their hands.

“Oh my god!” He whisper-yells, making the girl look at him a little worried, “It’s amazing!”

Another giggle escapes her mouth and Colton, probably getting too confident, extends his (now) free arms to ask for a hug. She looks at him a little hesitatingly, yet before he could even think twice about what he just requested, she throws herself into his arms.

Colton, like with any other kid from class that requested a hug, wraps his arms around her and pulls her into the hug. Her giggles fill the room and you smile at the sight.

It’s impressive, to say the least. It took you so long to get that little girl’s trust and with one simple morning, Colton, not only got a drawing but a hug?!

Sounds unfair to you. Even though extremely adorable.

“So, you’re a blues fan?” You hear him ask her, making you let out a laugh.

If she isn’t, he sure is going to convert her into being one.

She nods her head and decides to do the same thing as another kid is doing beside Colton - sitting over his leg. Colton, now with one kid on each leg, and still one over his shoulder, looks over at you.

His smile is just the brightest ever. He’s having the time of his life.

He looks back at Addison and shows the drawing she just did to her.

“Am I in this?” He asks her and she nods.

Her little finger points at one of the figures with blue jerseys and the only difference between him and the other guys is that he’s holding hands with someone. He eyes the other person with care, and just by the clothes that they’re wearing and from the hair.

It’s you. Holding his hand while he holds a stick with his opposite hand.

He unconsciously pouts at how cute it all is and fights his urges to stand and run to you, just to show you the amazing drawing.

You must have read his mind, because right as he thought that, you appeared beside him, also taking a seat over the carpet with everyone. It didn’t take long for some of your students to move over and sit close to you.

Colton hands you the drawing, which you carefully grab it, and he points at the pair of people in the middle of it. You smile brightly and Addison gives the two of you her biggest smile of the day.

She was proud of her drawing, but, now, more than ever.

“Ms. Y/N, can Colton stay for the rest of the day?” Someone asks in the crowd of children.

Colton laughs beside you and you smile at the boy who asked it. Before you could even open your mouth to answer him, Colton does it.

“No, but I can come back tomorrow (?)” He says, almost as if it’s a question.

He’s looking at you, and that’s when you understand that he’s asking you for permission. And as soon as the kids also notice that, a wave of screams hits your ears.

“Please!” and “Let him!” are screamed at you and you smile.

“Yeah, of course.” You tell him and he smiles.

The kids celebrate, some by jumping around, others throwing their fists in the air while screaming victoriously, and others - like Addison - just smile at the both of you.

Ugh, things can’t get better than this.

Hope you liked this! Sorry it took me a little long to post it, but I was a little stuck on one part. Really hope it was worth the wait.

[thebluenoteblog]

Send me a Sign

Summary: Every time Colton comes into the coffee shop you work in, he has something to look forward to.

Player: Colton Parayko

Word Count: 1000

Authors note: This is inspired by a prompt I saw today (creativepromptsforwriting) and instantly laughed at for like five minutes. I think It’s funny, but who knows if it actually is. You can decide that.

Colton was all about supporting small businesses, and that was how he found himself in a little family owned coffee shop on Main Street one cold October morning. The bell above the door twinkled when he opened it. You were the first thing he noticed when he crossed the threshold into the small lobby full of people. Standing behind the counter looking exhausted and a little frazzled. You were beautiful, even in the store uniform with a dirty apron tied around your waist and messy hair.

He joined the line, eyes focused on you as you rang up order after order until finally it was his turn. When he stepped up to the counter, you froze for half a second, taking him in. He was tall, handsome with a kind face. He smiled at you as he placed his order and you barely registered what you were ringing up. The shop had mostly cleared out, so you turned to make his drink. 

A few minutes later Colton was walking out of the shop with his coffee in hand. It wasn’t until he got to his car that he looked at the name written on the side. Collten. Not the correct spelling, but surely a correct one. He’d met guys with his name spelled that way before.

It was a week before he made it back to the little shop and by some miracle you were working again. The same worn uniform, the same dirty apron, the same frazzled movements as you struggled to take orders and make drinks for all the people who frequented the shop. 

When your eyes landed on him, he swore that he saw something break through the haze of exhaustion. Again, you took his order. Again, you made his drink and again, he didn’t look at the name written on the side of his cup until he made it to his car. When he did, he snorted. He had been expecting another Collten. However, written on the side of the cup in neat black lettering was Colltinn.

He was so amused by the spelling of his name on the last cup that he made his way back to the shop again the next day, hoping that you were there again. The bell chimed as he crossed the threshold and he was surprised to see you again. This time your hair was styled differently and you were wearing makeup. Not a lot of it, but enough that you noticed. This time, he was determined to know something about you, so after he ordered, as you made his drink he asked, “Is it always this busy?”

You nodded, “We have the best coffee in town. We’re always packed. I thank god every day that we don’t have a drive thru.”

He was about to respond, but you set his drink down on the counter and turned to take the order of a balding middle aged man wearing a uniquely patterned tie. Colton picked up his cup and made his way out of the packed lobby and onto the street. 

He didn’t make it to his car before he checked the name, he was too curious. He stopped under the orange awning and spun his cup around.

Colltyynn. He turned to look through the window, to see if you were watching him, or maybe just to get one more look at you. Instead he was face to face with the balding man in the ugly tie. The man grumbled something under his breath as he walked around Colton and by the time he could see through the window, the crowd was too big to see the counter.

The next two times he came to the shop, you weren’t there. He was beginning to worry that you had quit before he could get your phone number or even your name. Then one rainy afternoon, he was struck with the idea of coffee and he couldn’t stop himself from stopping in on the way to the rink. It was a random time of day that not many people were out looking for coffee, and when he walked through the door, bell chiming, he spotted you standing behind the counter wiping down an espresso machine. 

You turned when you heard the bell and dropped the rag into a tub under the counter. “Back again?” You asked.

Colton nodded, “You weren’t here the last two times. I was starting to worry that I might not get the chance to see how many ways you can incorrectly spell my name.”

You smiled, head tilted, hand on your hip. “The opportunities are endless.” You took a step closer, leaning against the counter. “I was on vacation.”

“Where did you go?” He asked.

“No where,” you said. “Just caught up on school work.”

“What are you studying?” He found himself asking, as he leaned against the counter, matching your stance.

“You’re just full of questions, aren’t you?” You asked him and he found himself flushing. 

Before he could respond the bell above the door rang again and a group of teenagers walked in. The smile dropped off your face for half a second, then it was back and you were turning to the register, “So what can I make for you?”

It wasn’t until he was outside that he looked down at his cup. In the same neat black scrawl, Colltyyinn.

Underneath that, a phone number.

[drabblemesilly]

Colton Parayko #6

Requested by Anon:  Could you write one with Colton Parayko about a death in the family and he’s there by your side when the reader finds out? Thank you!

*I couldn’t bear killing a family member because that’s just so sad so I did it this way. I hope you still like it though. Enjoy! :)*

Word count: 822

One look at Colton and you knew. Heck, you knew before he even opened the bedroom door. You knew even before he stepped inside your room, one hand clutching his phone, lips pursed, eyes unsure. You felt it, deep inside, you felt a part of you leave.

Lifting your head a little, you just had to ask, “the vet called?”

He nodded, slowly walking towards you. Colton sat on the edge of the bed, resting his hand on your throw-covered leg.

“They put her down without calling us?” you sniffed, still not believing that your dog is gone now. Fuck, she was not just a dog. She was your best friend growing up. Twelve years and she’s just… gone. No ceremony or art to it. One day she’s there, jumping on your lap, and the next she’s just not there anymore.

Colton looked glum, “she didn’t wake up, babe,” he reached out to wipe a tear from your cheek, “she was too weak.”

You didn’t know what to say to that so you just lay there, tears slowly dripping on the pillow, Colton stroking your hair. You’re waiting for the screams of disbelief and the angry sobs but you don’t have the energy to do any of that right now. Everything feels so surreal, like you’re in a dream waiting to wake up.

“Do you want some tea? Let me get you some tea,” Colton offered.

If you weren’t crippled by sadness, you would have laughed at the frantic look he’s wearing.

Alas, all you can manage is a weak smile, “no, thank you,” you breathed, “can you stay here with me?”

“I’d love that,” he whispered, moving to the floor.

Colton shifted a little until he was leaning against the bed, his chin resting on your pillow, one hand stroking your hair, “do you want me to fix you a bath?”

You shook your head, still silently crying, “are you sure the vets didn’t make a mistake?”

“I’m sure,” he whispered, hand still massaging your head, keeping you calm, “I’m really sorry.”

“I just don’t like her thinking that I wasn’t there for her,” you cried a little harder. That’s the worst part, eh? Dying alone.

“I’m sure she knows you loved her the most,” he smiled, “you always gave her the last piece of pizza,” he joked.

You snorted, snot probably flying all over the place, “she loved it.”

Colton agreed, “she did.”

Not knowing what to add to that, you just let the silence envelop the both of you. The apartment seems a little more empty now that you know she’s never coming back. Weird thinking you won’t be able to hear her hangnail click clacking over the wooden tiled floor. You’re gonna miss the scratches on the door that she makes every time she wants to go for a walk.

“Gosh, we probably have to contact the cremation people, do we?”

When she started getting weaker, you knew this day would come. You talked about getting her cremated and even went on to call some of the services around the St. Louis area. You’re nothing if not proactive. It’s just that, this took you by surprise, is all. It’s seven in the morning. This was not supposed to happen today, especially not this early. You were even supposed to visit her at the vet later this afternoon.

Colton squinted, “we don’t have to do that right away,” he massaged your nape, “but we do have to go to the vet soon.”

That made you tear up a little more, “I don’t want to see her just lying there, lifeless.”

“I’ll be there, okay?” he reminded, “I’ll be with you the whole time,” he gave you that sad smile again, “we gotta say goodbye, somehow.”

“She was my best friend.”

“I know.”

“She never left me,” you cried, “never.”

“I know.”

“Even when I was on my goth, I-hate-the-world phase.”

He chuckled at that, “I know.”

“What am I supposed to do now?” you asked your boyfriend, feeling a little more lost now than a couple of minutes ago.

He shrugged, “we’ll figure it out,” he started, leaning over to kiss the tip of your nose, “together.”

Colton straightened before pulling you up. He crawled onto the bed until he was sitting and you’re sitting on his lap, your back against his chest, his chin on your shoulder.

“She hated seeing you cry,” he reminded you, wiping the tears from your cheeks, “remember when you cried because of that tv show and she thought I was the one who made you sad?”

You laughed, “she almost bit you.”

He nodded, “she almost bit me.”

“She loved you, though,” you said wistfully. Sometimes, you forget that she’s even your dog in the first place, with how she cuddled with Colton on the bed.

“She did,” he agreed, kissing the side of your neck, “but she loved you most of all.”

[bqstqnbruin]

It Would Be You

Writing this literally killed me because I am a bitter Bruins fan. Please don’t make me write for the b**es ever again I’m begging.

But this was requested and I haven’t said in the past that I wouldn’t write for them so I did it out of love for the anon.

Here it is! I hope you like it because this took ever fiber of my being to not scream writing this (I know I’m dramatic and petty I’m not sorry)

Here’s the original request! 

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It wasn’t often that you got to see Brayden or Luke play, but considering you lived in St. Louis, it was definitely weird that you didn’t go more. Well, maybe not weird; you were a law student at Washington University, so having free time was not something you were used to. Brayden had begged you to come to this game and take a break. How could you say no to your older brother?

Well, it wasn’t just him who had wanted you to come, you have to admit. During your brother’s time in Saint Louis, you had gotten close with Colton Parayko. You never told him this, but you had a crush on him from the moment you say him. You were at a bar with your brother after one of their games two seasons ago. Brayden introduced you to Colton, and the two of you hit it off. But you didn’t think he felt the same. After all, yours was just a silly crush. 

Brayden had you meet him at his place before the game. “So, have you talked to Colton?” he brings up, trying to find his keys so he can run out the door. The game was in a few hours, but he had to get there early for warm-ups. He got permission to bring you along before you had to go find your seat. “He’s been talking about you coming to this game non-stop since I told him you agreed to come.”

“Really?” You weren’t actually listening to anything Brayden was saying before that, but you tuned in once you heard him mention Colton. He had been talking about you? He never seemed flirty, but maybe he felt something, too? No, you convince yourself, he would never.

“Yeah. He’s clearly into you.” Brayden says like it was obvious. 

“No way.” 

“Y/N, he doesn’t shut up about you. And he does it in front of me. What other reason would he have to keep talking about you?” 

“I don’t know, I’m pretty great.” You joke, trying to not show him that you were starting to freak out. There was no way Colton would like you, too. And even if he did, you Brayden let one of his teammates date his younger sister?

“We both know that I’m the better Schenn.” he laughs, opening the door as a gesture for you to go down to his car. 

“Can I say you’re a better Schenn compared to Luke?” you say, taking a dig at your oldest brother.

“Oh, c’mon. That’s not hard.” 

You had mostly been sitting off to the side outside one of the locker rooms while Brayden and the boys got ready. They even invited you to play a game of two-touch with them. 

“That is the exact opposite of what you want.” you argue, as Colton and Brayden practically push you into the circle. “I’m wearing jeans and Toms this is not fair!” The two of them just laugh as Colton headbutts the soccer ball right to you. It hits you square in the chest before touching the floor, the wind practically knocked out of you in the meantime.

“Y/N!” Colton comes running to your side to make sure you’re alright.

“I’m fine.” you snap. “I told you don’t make me play,” you whine, smacking his arm. Something about him still makes a smile grow on your face, mirroring the one on his, a chorus of ooos coming from his teammates. 

“Hey, I think you need to get to your seat, we need to go get ready.” Brayden says, sandwiching himself between the two of you. 

You just nod, snapping out of whatever moment the two of you just had. As you’re being let away by one of the staff, you swear you can hear Brayden and Colton talking.

“That’s my sister, dude.”

“I’m aware. Would it be ok?” 

Brayden sighs, following up with, “If it were to be anyone, it would be you.”

He’s not talking about asking you out or something, is he? He couldn’t be. But then again, why would he need to ask Brayden for permission?

Your mind starts racing back to early when Brayden first pointed it out that he was into you. You wrack your memory for any clues: the first time you met, he wouldn’t leave your side, trying to get every piece of information about you that he could without seeming creepy; before starting law school, you could call him anytime you needed help with something and he would answer if he wasn’t at a game or practice and he would get back to you as soon as he could if he was busy; for the last few exams, he came over and brought you dinner because he knew that you forget to eat when you get to into your work. 

“Hey, I’m Jack,” the man sitting next to you says. You had found your seats near the glass. The team was notorious for sitting family and friends close to the glass so the players would be able to skate up and see you during warm-ups and such. “I’m assuming you’re related to someone on the team, too?”

“I’m Y/N. Schenn is my older brother. And you?”

“Doug Armstrong is my uncle.” 

“Your uncle is the reason I’m here in the first place. He made the trade that brought my brother here from Philly.” you point out. You remember that day; you were out to dinner as a family for one of the first times since your brothers started playing in the NHL. It was the day of the draft and Brayden got the call during dinner that he had to pack up his place in Philly and move to St. Louis. 

“He’s done a lot of stuff,” Jack laughs, leaning back against his seat, stretching his arm up so that just enough of his mid-drift was exposed for you to see a V-line. Your eyes quickly shift from that to the ice, where your brother and Colton are skating up to where you’re sitting. You wave at both of them, praying that the red on your cheeks from blush at the sight of this guy’s abs isn’t as noticeable as it feels. 

The game starts without you so much as noticing because you were having such a weird conversation with Jack. Not that the topic was weird; you were literally just telling each other about yourselves. It was weird because of how it felt. He was very cleary flirting with you, but you weren’t even trying to flirt back. You weren’t even sure if you were flirting back or not. Every time Colton took the ice, your eyes were glued to him. The conversation was pretty much lost when you watched him skate. 

Towards the end of the third period, Jack finally asked, “Is he your boyfriend?”

You tore yourself away from Colton for a second, “Huh? Who?”

“Number 55, Parayko.”

“Oh. No. He’s not my boyfriend.”

“But you wish he were?”

“What?”

“We’ve been having a pretty one-sided conversation every time he sets foot on the ice. It’s clear you’re at least into him.” he says, a soft smile on his face. At least he wasn’t one of those guys who got mad at you for something like this.

You take in a deep breath and sigh, closing your eyes to just let the sound of the game surround you for a second, “I definitely like him. But he wouldn’t like me. Not with my brother being his teammate.”

“Every time he comes back to the bench, he can’t take his eyes off of you. If it were to ask out anyone, it would be you.”

“But my brother-”

He cuts you off, “Love makes you do weird shit. People fall in love, stay in love, and let that decide everything. Do that for yourself. It was nice meeting you, Y/N.” Jack says, standing up. You didn’t even realize the game had ended, the arena clearing out and leaving you surrounded by a sea of blue plastic chairs.

You get up to go find your brother outside the locker room. Waiting, you can’t help but wonder if Jack is right, if Brayden is right: you and Colton have feelings for each other. You knew how you felt.

“Hey, Y/N, can I ask you something before Brayden comes out?” You snap out of the trance you were in to see Colton standing in front of you, still in his gear, hair dripping with sweat. He was disgusting, but your heart was racing with him standing in front of him.

“Of course.” 

“I might just be reading too much into things, but that guy you were sitting with was pretty into, huh?” He says, quietly, trying to play it off like he’s teasing you. 

“Uh, I think so? I don’t know. We got to talking about other things.”

“Other things?”

“Other things being..” you pause, debating whether or not you should tell him the truth. “Being you.” 

His eyes light up like this could be the best news he’s ever heard. “Me?”

“It would be you,” you say again, starting to laugh. “Is that really what you wanted to ask me?” 

“Well, actually, I wanted to ask you what you were doing after this?”

“You mean now?” you tease him, knowing that the more dumb questions you ask him, the more flustered he’s going to get.

“I mean I guess. Where are you going when you leave here?” The smile grows on his face.

“I guess I’m going home with Brayden and then to my place?” 

“How about I take you out instead?” 

“On a date?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve sort of liked you for way too long,” he says, running his hands through his still gross hair. “But seeing you with that guy kind of set something off in me that I just had to tell you.” 

“That sounds like you,” you say, smiling, “Of course I’ll go out with you, but not until you go get way less gross than you are now.” You push him away and towards the locker room so he can go clean himself up. 

“Can’t wait.”

[yourfavewriteress]

hi! hope you’re having a great day :)

just read through right under our noses and i’m HOOKED! will you be continuing the series?

thanks for sharing your talent with all of us <3

it's coming, I PROMISE!!! i see the love for it, and won't leave you all hanging for much longer! <3

[ilyasorokinn]

night of neglect request: falling asleep on the other's shoulder with colton parayko <3

TIME TO GO

22. "falling asleep on the other's shoulders" (from this prompt list)

after a long day, the only thing you wanted to do was to go to bed and sleep, but colton dragged you to a very last-minute party a few of the guys decided to throw.

you put on a smile, even though you were tired as heck, and talked with your friends. you were happy to be with them, you just wanted to crash into bed.

you were talking with a few of the other girls, only barely listening as you struggled to keep your eyes open, “y/n, you okay?” april, one of the guy's girlfriends asked.

"yeah, all good." you nodded, "just really tired."

"do you want to sit down?"

"i'm scared if i sit down, i'll fall asleep." you chuckled.

"you sure?"

"yeah, i'm all good."

flashforward, people were starting to leave, but not you and colton. you were sitting next to each other on a couch, his arm thrown around your shoulders and your head on his shoulder as he talked with a few of your friends who were still there.

you tried your hardest to fight off falling asleep, but sleep won the battle. your eyes closed and you were out, "looks like y/n's out for the night."

colton glanced over and noticed you were conked out, "yeah, i think we're gonna head home. i kinda dragged them out after a long day." he chuckled.

"we'll see you guys on thursday." marco led colton, who was carrying you, to the front door and opened it.

"see you then." colton nodded, then headed towards the car. he attempted to grab his car keys out of his pocket without jostling you too much but failed.

"you suck." you muttered.

"i know." he sighed, setting you on the ground, then grabbing his keys and unlocking the door.

"next time just wake me up." you told him.

"noted." he nodded.

taylor's night of neglect!

[temibreadmanpanarin]

Sleep Well?-Colton Parayko

Requested:Nope

Warnings:Smut after the cut, (light)choking, wet dream, and just smut lol

Up Next:Josh Anderson one shot

Word Count:1.5k

This is my first time writing smut! Please be kind about it! It’s not edited and it is the longest thing I have ever written. I don’t know how I feel about the end but I hope y’all enjoy it! Requests are open!

Colton and I are on vacation after a long and disappointing season. We chose to go to the mountains and rent a cabin so we won’t have to deal with anyone or anything other than each other.

After the first two days, he started to think less and less about the playoffs. Which means he got more enjoyable to be around. Now he tries to be with me basically every second of the day and is a complete sweetheart.

Earlier today we went on a hike and then swam, and now we’re sitting down for dinner.

“I really am glad that you talked me into going on this trip. The season has been so stressful and, as much as I hate to say it, I am kind of happy it’s over.” He sets down his fork and looks at me.

“Oh and why is that?” I ask him while raising my eyebrows.

“Because I get to spend more time with you, and visit Laila more often.” He gives me a dopey smile before he continues to eat the fish.

“Geez you really are a big sap.” I tease him despite my cheeks obviously getting redder.

“I’m just as much of a sap as you are. You can’t argue with me there.” He smirks and stand up to grab both of our plates.

“Okay but you are way more of one than I am.” I get up to help him clean the dishes.

“Yeah, sure Y/N. Whatever you say.” He says before laughing at me and walking away. I scoff, put away the last dish, and follow him out of the kitchen and into the living room.

“What do you want to do for the rest of the night?” I ask him while he puts his hand on my thigh. I grab the TV remote put of his other hand and look for a movie to watch.

“I was thinking of just putting on anything random and talking for a while.” He smiles at me and I immediately click on the first movie name I recognized.

“Again you big sap.” He squeezes my thigh and shakes his head. “I’ll stop now. What do you want to talk about then?” I snuggle into his side and rest my head on his chest.

“Literally anything. I just like talking to you, about everything and anything. Say something about me being a sap again and I’ll hit you with a pillow.” He adds the last part when I look up at him and scrunch up my nose teasingly. 

“I wasn’t going to, Colton. I promise. Well guess what I have planned for us tomorrow.” He hums in response. “Of course we are going to sleep in, then I was thinking we could go into town and look around at the sights. Maybe get some lunch or dinner too. And we can just come back after to lay down or go swimming when it’s dark.”

“That sounds great. I am so tired from doing all that we did today, so that will a good thing to just lay low. Plus, you never know how tomorrow night will really go.” He nudges my shoulder when I laugh at him.

 “Yeah, okay big boy. You can hope all you want. But, as comfortable as I am, and as much as I want to keep talking to you, I am exhausted. We did so much today. I really just want to lay down with you and sleep for 28 hours.”

“28 hours, eh?” He mocks while picking me up off of the couch and heading to our room. When we get to the room he sets me down on the bed and takes off his shirt and shorts, leaving on his boxers. I take off my shirt and pants before putting on his shirt and laying back down. He lays on his side and pulls my body flush to his, so that my back is pressed against his chest and his arms are around me.

“Night, Colton. Love you.” I smile and kiss his arm. He mumbles back his reply into my hair, and we both drift to sleep.

 Before long I get woken up by him shifting around behind me. I can’t move to look at him since his arms are still tightly wound around my body, but I feel his entire body moving around. I reach up to rub the sleep out of my eyes and try to think about why he’s moving so much. It takes me a few more minutes to realize that he not moving around for a bad reason. He isn’t having a nightmare. And he sure isn’t uncomfortable. He is actually hard against me. I am still half awake, so I don’t know what to do, and just freeze. 

He stops moving for a moment and I let out a breath. I move my hip back slightly to test how he would react. Colton lets out a low groan and his hips buck against me again. Beginning to enjoy how he’s acting, I swivel my hips again and put back more pressure. He grunts out my name this time and grips my sides harder. I shamelessly, slowly, push back against him until he wakes up.

I can tell that he woke up because his hands slide down from my ribs to my hips, where he hold onto me tightly and tries to control my movement. He starts to hold me still while he thrusts against me through his boxers.

It’s not enough friction for me, so I try to push against his hands and meet his thrusts. That doesn’t work, because he grips me even tighter to the point where I know I’ll have bruises in the morning. I lightly kiss any part of his body that I can reach, which happens to be his arms. The kisses causes him to thrust a little more harshly against me, and moan quietly.

“Colton.” I murmur and he lets go of my hips long enough to roll me onto my back and get on top of me. He presses his lips to mine and nips at my lower lip. When he pulls away I am gasping for air and reaching up to grab onto his hair.

“Had the best dream. Couldn’t help myself.” He says against the skin of my neck between kisses. Just as I am about to respond be begins to grind against me again and nip at the skin he was kissing. I moan into his ear, which encourages him to run his hands up under my shirt and push the fabric as high as he can.

“I need more Colton.” I gasp out when his hand goes up to my chest. He moves his hand down to slide my underwear down my legs, and throw them across the room. Then he reaches to pull of his own boxers before grasping and stroking himself a few times.

“Are you good?” He asks me, trying to stay the sweetest person ever. I nod and he lines himself up with my core. He slowly slides into me until he bottoms out. 

He doesn’t move for a moment to let me adjust. Once I give him the go ahead to continue, he pulls nearly all the way out and thrust back in. Colton does this slowly for a few moments until I wrap my legs around his waist and use my heels to try and push him faster. His head falls down right beside mine, and I can hear his heavy breathing while he starts thrusting harder and faster.

There is a distinct sound of skin on skin throughout the entire room, and it’s at this moment that I am thankful we didn’t just get a hotel room. His hand that isn’t being used to prop himself up slides up my body to wrap around my throat lightly, squeezing the perfect amount. 

I can tell that he is getting close because his eyes start to shut, his mouth hangs open, and his moans become louder. 

“Y/N, please tell me your close.” He opens his eyes to look into mine while speaking. I open my mouth to speak, but all that comes out is a high pitched wine that makes his eyes close tightly again.

“I am.” I manage to say two words before he gives me one particularly hard thrust that makes my head spin and pushes me over the edge. My mouth opens and a moan of his name escapes my lips. I squeeze down on him, and that is his tipping point. He, in return, moans my name out as well. We stay like that, heavy breathing and sweaty for a few minutes until he slides out of me.

When he does leave me I whimper his name and open my eyes to see him make his way to the bathroom. He emerges a few seconds later with a wet washcloth and proceeds to wipe me off. He disappears again but returns soon to lay back down in bed.

“Care to tell me what happened in that dream?” I tease him.

“How about I just show you tomorrow when we go swimming.” He pulls me back against his chest while I laugh at his words, knowing he will go through with his words. 

I fall back asleep, thinking about how much I am looking forward to the next day. 

[laurenairay]

2nd idea same boys but, adopting a cat with a sweet boy? :3

For this last headcanon, I’m going to go with Colton Parayko – imagining him as a cat dad gives me many thoughts:

I love the thought of adopting a cat with Colton. I can’t decide which would be cuter – him adopting a kitten or him adopting an older cat. Such a big guy with a tiny kitten? Adorable.

He’s such a softie as it is so thinking about those big hands holding a tiny vulnerable kitten while he smiles so wide? My heart is melting. Because he would definitely be smiling like crazy – he’s definitely the kind of guy who would melt at the sight of such a little baby animal, so soft and fluffy.

If he adopted a kitten, he’d for sure go all out on cat beds and scratching posts and toys and the right kind of food, just to make sure the little darling has everything it could possibly want.

And if he adopted an older cat, it really wouldn’t be much different. He’d still go all out, buying everything the cat could possibly need, maybe even buying a contained litter tray if the cat was really old and couldn’t manage to make it outside all the time.

He has a big heart, you know? I get the vibe that if he looked at an animal who needed his helps, he’d go all in.

Final thought – he knows he’s a big guy so if the cat/kitten seemed nervous around him he’d be heartbroken, but he’d also do so much research on how to appear non-threatening, letting the animal take its time adjusting to him, and that first moment he’s allowed to give head-scritches? Amazing. The first time the cat/kitten curls up on his lap? Outstanding – he’s not going to move until the cat does, even if he needs to get up and go.

Definite cat dad vibes here.

[running-on-fanfiction]

“We’re in Mykonos and out of all the beautiful views on this island, you’re staring at me...why?” blurb with Colton Parayko pls

“What are you doing?” You giggled.

“Looking at my beautiful girlfriend.” Colton smiled, before taking a bite of his food.

“I see that, but you’ve been doing that a lot this trip. We’re in Mykonos and out of all the beautiful views on this island, You’re staring at me...Why?” 

“Because, to me you’re more beautiful.” He grinned. You watched him dig his hand in his pocket. “That and I have something to ask you.” He smiled as he placed the ring on the table. 

“Yes.” You cried before hopping out of you seat and into Colton’s arms. 

-Julianne