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missqhughes · 4 months ago

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JERSEY GIRL | L. HUGHES43

-> luke hughes x fem!reader

-> includes: fluff, use of y/n, lowercase intended

-> IN WHICH: the same guy, the same time, the same block. weirdly coincidental; a part of her excited for the small portion of the day they get to cross paths. little does she know, her new job is for the very team he plays for.

-> everyone’s favorite lukey pookie 😗 i feel like he’s such a sucker for a crush like this. also got some help from @sweetestdesire ! my girl, thank you! as always, love it as much as i do! 💋 part 1

*fic is not proofread

i’m late, i’m late, i’m SO late. y/n thought to herself, cursing her alarm for not going off at the right time.

the morning was rough enough, unopened boxes still scattered around her new apartment, living in a brand new city across the country from her old one.

she tripped over her packages items in a scramble to get ready, rummaging through them to find any semblance of a professional outfit, one that would be okay to wear for her first day.

if being late wasn’t enough, her new job was with the new jersey devils, and she didn’t know shit about hockey. y/n never cared to watch it, didn’t even know how it was played and god knew she couldn’t pick any of the players on the devils out of a crowd; even if she tried.

to say she was shocked about getting a position with them, that was an understatement.

and here she was, speed walking to get to the prudential center on time; fast enough to where she could have maybe a minute to spare if she was lucky, and slow enough to where she didn’t look like a complete lunatic.

turning a corner with her head down, she comes in full contact with a body in front of her, both stepping back and coming in with quick apologies,

“sorry,”

“shit, sorry”

the guy she had ran into looked about her age, tall with a head full of brown curls and in a neat maroon suit.

the interaction happened so fast that when she turned to look back at him, he was far along in his own path.

guessing he’s also in a rush. maybe he works in the finance part of the city.

she pried him out of her mind as soon as she ran through the doors of the prudential center, finding her way to the devil’s office, thankfully, just in time.

she was greeted with handshakes and smiles, talking to a couple of the team managers,

“welcome to the devils, y/n happy to have you here.” she shook hands with the man, controlling her breath and keeping it down that she almost got on all fours to make it there on time.

“happy to be here, thank you,” she smiled,

“for now you’ll just be doing some of the boring stuff. paper work, legal, social, all that kind. you’ll have your own space but feel free to visit around the arena when you’d like. season starts right around the corner, so we want to make sure we’re on our game.”

she nodded her head, nervous about the expectations set on her. y/n wanted to make a good impression on everyone, and set her best foot forward. thankfully no one had asked her anything about hockey yet.

“absolutely, thank you again,”

y/n was lead to her office space, a desk designated with her name plate and a small devils logo next to it. she sat down and adjusted herself, immediately diving into her work, but in the back of her mind the curly haired guy from around the corner was there.

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today was a little more sane.

y/n still woke up late, but nonetheless now knew what box she put her nice clothes in, slipping on boots and leaving out the door in a nick of time.

she was now able to take in her new city, actually enjoying her walk to work and the bustle around it. in her awe of her surroundings, she bumped into a stranger for a second time.

god, again?

she looked up, apology ready at the mouth, in a slight disbelief at the person in front of her when he spoke,

“sorry about that… again,”

it was the same guy from yesterday, this time sporting a plain black shirt and pants, much more casual than yesterday. he looked really good, just as good as he did in his suit. y/n was able to actually take in his features; plump lips, she could tell he had a nice smile, and lush green eyes that dived into hers.

out of her trance, she felt her cheeks grow hot realizing that she was staring for far too long,

“it’s okay, um, bye.” she stuttered, moving past him, keeping her head down until the embarrassment she felt had died down inside her.

the curly haired boy turned, watching her disappear out of his sight. she was pretty. really pretty. he almost wish he had said something, anything after knocking into her for a second time.

no chance is happens again.

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god, how does this keep happening?

y/n was running late. again. more late than yesterday and the day before.

the pile of nice clothing was scattered over her room, a result of her sifting and dismissing outfits even though she knew she didn’t have the time to spare.

with almost tripping out the door, she said fuck it, running and almost getting hit by a not so kind mouthed new jersey driver in an intersection.

in her hot pursuit for work, she slowed down at the corner she saw the same guy in. maybe it was a coincidence, but she didn’t want to make it to a third time running into his chest.

her gut feeling correct; his steps seemingly synchronized to hers, stopping a few feet in front of her.

he was sporting a different suit, a crisp navy blue matched with a perfectly patterned tie. today, with the addition of a backpack and headphones.

“good thing i slowed down,” y/n said in a short breath, his lips curling up into a barely noticeable smile,

“glad you did too,” he said, his voice gentle and sweet.

y/n looked down at her watch, groaning lightly when she was reminded of the time,

“shit i have to go, m’sorry,” she mumbled, picking up her pace once she knew he couldn’t see her anymore. she had already been cutting it close the past two days, not wanting to make today she was officially late.

y/n just kept moving, not stopping her pace until she reached the arena, only slowing down once she knew she could, hurling herself into her small corner desk.

it was unfortunate; the past three consecutive days y/n had run into this cute guy, the first one she’s met in the city and she had to run away from him every time, quite literally.

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it had been 2 days since she had seen the handsome stranger, and it honestly made y/n a bit disappointed.

she’d put on a cuter, spent a little longer to curl her hair, even setting her alarm extra early to leave on time in hopes of seeing him for just that slim moment; maybe this time she’d actually stop talk to him, maybe even ask to get a coffee with her, if she was feeling bold enough.

maybe he started taking the bus, she thought to herself.

y/n sat at her desk, leg bouncing up and down as she stared blankly at the seemingly endless paperwork in front of her. y/n didn’t even feel like she had a job in pro sports, it all felt like the same office job she had before. all but with a nicer apartment and some eye candy she ran in to.

the day felt extra long, her feet ached when she had to drag herself off her desk and to her walk back to her apartment.

once y/n reached her front door, she sighed in relief in slipping off her heels, tossing them aimlessly into her hallway. her shoulders sinking down once she had dropped her things, eagerly walking over to rest on her new white couch.

she had done a good job unpacking over the couple days, only two partially emptied boxes occupying her living room. she felt satisfied, but not completely settled in.

maybe it’s time to make some friends?

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she didn’t see him the day after either.

she sighed, head in her hand, trying to squeeze the headache out of her temples, eyes tired from staring at the computer for god knows how long.

y/n’s posture fixed when she heard 3 knocks on the wall, she swiveled her chair, met with the smiling face of the head coach; appropriately wearing a devils jacket and hat to pair.

“y/n, right?”

“hi, yes, that’s me. how are you?” she smiled, standing up to give him a firm handshake.

“doing well, thank you. jus to let you know, the players are doing some media work right now, tom wanted you to introduce yourself to them. get familiar with the team before the first couple games.”

y/n cheered internally, finally something to do other than feel her eyes melt watching a screen all day.

“sounds good, i’ll be down there soon.”

he shook her hand again with a smile before leaving the room. y/n closed up the last bit of work she was doing, and made her way down to the ice.

the players were in their red practice jerseys, some making videos with the media team and others skating around the ice casually, talking amongst each other.

the atmosphere was nice to her, a couple of the players saying hi and introducing themselves. but everything seemed to stop when y/n made eye contact with a familiar face.

no way.

it couldn’t be.

he seemed to have the exact same expression on his face as her, equally in shock and now oblivious to the conversation happening in front of him.

y/n felt like she was dreaming, that she was going to be shaken back into reality, that her brain was just convincing herself that he was there when he actually wasn’t.

but no, no matter how much she blinked, or dug her nails into her palms, there he was.

she felt awkward again, realizing she had been staring at him for the nth time since they’ve crossed paths, spinning to find someone else to converse with instead of peering into his soul.

behind her back, he was still in awe, unable to tear his gaze away from her.

“yeah, and then i was like… luke, dude, are you even listening?”

“what jack? oh, yeah i’m listening,” he said, an obvious lie, not paying any amount of attention to him.

jack looked around to see what could possibly cause luke to be so occupied, and then he saw y/n; sneaking little side glances and lightly eyeing him up and down.

he chuckled, “lukey’s got a crush on the new girl huh? why don’t you go say something instead of staring like a creep.”

“shut up, i was not staring,” luke said, hitting him on the shoulder with a tint of pink brushing on his cheeks with his denial. “it’s just… i saw her at the same time and place like 3 days in a row. it was weird, and she was always in a rush. didn’t know in a rush to come here though.” he kept his voice low, scared she could somehow overhear them.

“then just call it fate and say something, please, i cant keep watching this.”

“no way i’m doing that.”

“okay fine, then i will,”

luke’s eyes went wide for a moment, jack calling out over to where she was heads turning but he was waving y/n over.

she felt her ears ringing, almost feeling embarrassed about the whole thing, like it was some secret they had and now she was exposed to everyone.

y/n stopped in front of them, hands in her pockets to control the shaking, facing the two; one with the biggest smile on his face and the other ready to pass out.

“i’m jack, this is my brother luke,” the smiley one said, his blue eyes shining as he used his thumb to point to luke, the name to the handsome stranger.

jack held out his hand to shake hers, nudging luke slightly to do the same, y/n’s hand lingering on luke’s a little longer, feeling an electricity in her body as soon as their hands touched.

“nice to meet you, i’m y/n.”

luke probably repeated her name about 100 times in his head, everything happening in front of him causing a buzzing in his stomach. he smiled formed lightly, taking all of her in.

“so, two brothers in the nhl, your parents must be really proud,”

“actually our-”

“our older brother plays for as well, so, yeah, there’s three of us, yeah” luke spat out nervously, his sentencing jumbling so fast that the words barely got out.

jack internally face palmed, embarrassed at his brother’s lack of game. he was shocked it was working, y/n keeping the conversation going with him with a grin on her face.

“oh look, curtis is calling me over, don’t wait up you two,” jack pat his brother on the back, giving her a wink before jogging away.

with him gone, they both stood there for a second, swallowed in silence.

“i cant believe you play for the devils,” y/n said breathlessly, before she was able to swallow her shock, but seeing him now wasn’t just a coincidence; it couldn’t be.

“i cant believe you work for us,” luke said, a dopey smile still stuck on his face,

“i didn’t think i’d see you again, i thought those few couple times were just coincidence.”

“i didn’t think so either, but hey look at those odds,”

y/n’s heart kept skipping beat after beat; no one having this kind of effect on her in a long time, but she wasn’t mad about it.

“so, y/n… areyoudoinganythingafterwork?” he mumbled, face turning bright red after his incoherent words.

her brows slightly furrowed in confusion, “am i what?”

he inhaled deeply, green eyes bouncing between her gaze, “are you doing anything… after work? if not it’s totally fine i was just curious,”

y/n couldn’t help but giggle at his rambling, how nervous she didn’t realize she made him and was absolutely loving every second of it.

“i’m not doing anything after work, luke,” y/n smiled, her heart beating at a better rhythm than it had since she’s been in jersey.

“cool, yeah we should definitely do something,”

“show me around the city?”

“you just moved here?” luke was surprised, not expecting someone who just moved to the area to be working for the nhl.

“yes,” y/n scratched the back of her head, “it’s been hectic, still a few boxes left at my apartment to unpack,”

“well then, i’ll show you around the city. can i get your number? how’s 6:00 sound?” luke fidgeted with his fingers, studying her face with his phone in her hand, lighting up when he saw her name saved in his contacts.

“6:00, i’ll text you my address. don’t be late,” she chirped,

“wouldn’t dream of it,” luke smiled, waving her off while shuffling away, his brown curls slightly bouncing with every step, the back of his jersey reading “hughes” with the number 43.

luke hughes. hm. definitely looking him up later.

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xoxo, kaia

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hairyjocktf · 9 months ago

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The Bear Brew

Jake was the star player of his university’s hockey team, and with two successful championships under his belt he was captain for this next season. He’d practically been raised for this position. His parents had put him in hockey lessons as soon as he could stand up, and every moment through his childhood and teenage years had been dedicated to practice. He was the star player at his high school and given a scholarship to play on the university team. He’d been told not to let all that go to his head but he knew he was the best player on the team. Every match there would be throngs of fans in the stands chanting his name after every goal, wearing shirts with his face on them, and begging for pics with him after. His life couldn’t get any better.

His teammates, however, were over it. They’d made him captain just to shut him up after he’d been talking their ears off for the past three years. It helped that issue but only inflated his ego even more. Jake had somehow gotten even more obnoxious this season, becoming combative during practice and not taking any criticism about his play. The guys were sick of it, and while Jake was off stroking his ego by chatting with his fans, they hatched up a plan to get back at him. They’d found this beer called ‘Bear Brew’ that promised to put some pounds on anyone that drank a can. They knew Jake would never turn down grabbing a drink to celebrate a victory, thinking himself the one responsible. They weren’t sure exactly how effective it’d be or how long it’d take but they just hoped it would take Jake down a peg.

Two days later, after another decisive victory, it was time. Another player named Eric interrupted Jake’s victory lap.

“Hey bro, wanna grab a beer with us and celebrate?” He asked.

“Finally ready to celebrate my accomplishments, huh?” Jake retorted, “Sure dude, I’m down for a couple rounds, you’re buying though.”

“Deal,” Eric said through gritted teeth. He knew it would be worth it to see this through. They both returned to the rest of the team.

“I heard you chumps are buying me a beer tonight,” Jake laughed as the others wore forced grins. “Let’s hit the bar bros, I’m thirsty.”

On their way to the nearest sports bar, one of the players slipped Eric the Bear Brew so he could give it to Jake. He hoped Jake wouldn’y pay too much attention to the label or read the fine print, but Jake already wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed so it’d probably be fine. They entered a local sports bar that had a decent crowd.

“Alright Eric, first rounds on you bro!” Jake announced as he slumped back into a booth along the wall. Eric glared as he made his way to the counter, the rest of the players trying to seem normal and hide their excitement. He brought back a whole armful of cans, passing out beers to the team, making sure to hand Jake the Bear Brew. “Alright boys!” Jake announced to the group, “To victory and my next championship title, you better back me up!” He took a huge sip of the beer. “Damn this shit tastes kinda weird, the fuck did you get me Eric?” He laughed before taking another sip.

Eric chuckled nervously, “Just thought I’d get you somethin’ premium bro.”

“Damn straight you did, I like that kinda talk,” Jake responded, luckily not putting any more thought into the matter. He kept on sipping at the beer, making obnoxious jokes and trying to hit on the waitresses walking around. He felt more buzzed than usual from one beer, and noticed an odd feeling in his stomach. He ignored that for the moment, yelling at the team, “Another round bros! Gotta treat me right tonight.”

Luckily, the team had planned for this and brought extra beers for Jake in case he asked for more. Another player went up and ordered beers for the team, brought them back and handed Jake the Bear Brew again. Jake started chugging the second beer, and he was really starting to feel odd. He was almost feeling drunk from just two beers, and his stomach was queasy in a way he’d never felt before. He took a couple minutes to just lay back against the seat and close his eyes to give it time to settle. But settle it did not, and the feeling eventually became uncomfortable to the point he couldn’t ignore it. He put his hands on his stomach to try and comfort it, but immediately he felt something very, very wrong.

Jake opened his eyes and looked down at his stomach. He nearly gagged at what he saw. Instead of his chiseled abs he now had a pudgy stomach, and it only seemed to be getting bigger. His defined muscles were disappearing behind a thick layer of chub. He was speechless, watching his defined pecs inflating with fat. It looked like he’d been binging beers for years! His perfect workout routine was vanishing before his eyes as his entire body gained 5, 10, 20 pounds. A round belly now stretched his shirt to its limit, with sagging tits to match. It looked as if he’d been dirty bulking for years on end, and Jake was mortified. He glanced around at his teammates hoping no one had noticed his inflating body, feeling his face as a double chin began to form under his formerly tight jawline. He was panicking, trying to keep cool and maintain his cocky bravado while hiding his growing gut.

He could feel every part of his body growing plump and soft, threatening to burst out of his tight clothing. His feet were pushing against his shoes, and even his hands were growing larger. Jake felt sick to his stomach, and without attracting attention he got up and made his way to the dingy restroom in the back of the bar. Out of breath, he put his hands on the counter and stared at his bloated reflection in the mirror. He could barely recognize himself, having put on years worth of weight in the last few minutes. As he watched himself, he noticed some dark spots appearing on his face. Upon leaning towards the mirror, he realized with horror that thick, brown hairs were starting to poke out of his face. They popped up around the sagging edge of his jaw, and began spreading across his puffy cheeks. His upper lip was quickly buried beneath a thick, unkempt mustache as the hairs took over. They crawled down his fat-laden neck as well, reaching down towards his collarbone. His mouth dropped open as his face was in an instant coated in thick wiry hairs. There was no way he could go back out to his team now, what would they say? He barely looked like his old self anymore.

Jake reached up to feel his newly grown beard, the coarse hairs scratching against his fingers. He tried to come up with a plan, but the several beers had dulled his mind down. Those thoughts were cut short as a sudden itch arose on his chest. Jake started to scratch at it, clawing at his chest before he felt something that filled him with horror. He felt stubble. He tore off his shirt and looked down to see more hairs pushing out of his soft chest, starting between his former pecs and blossoming outward. They grew dense and thick, giving his chest a respectable coating as it stretched out, encircling his nipples. The hairs climbed up his collarbone, connecting with the beard hairs that had claimed his neck already. A line of hairs shot down from his chest to his navel, spreading a new field of hairs on his stomach. His torso itched up a storm as a thick pelt was growing in, but Jake felt a mixture of horror and pleasure as the sensation felt unnaturally good. He groaned watching the hairs grow longer on his chest, curling and tangling with the others.

As he reached up to feel the growing hairs, Jake saw a flash of dark under his arm, somewhere he had kept shaved before. He lifted his arm up and saw thick brown hairs worming their way out from the previously smooth skin. At first it was just a few but as he watched the tuft grew thicker and bushier as the hairs multiplied. The hairs even spread out to connect with the rug on his chest, completely visible even with his arms at his sides. A few seconds later the smell hit him. Those hairy pits reeked! It was eye watering, and he could see the sweat dripping down the wiry hairs as they kept growing longer. The hairs began crawling outside of his pits, wrapping around his shoulders to blanket them in the same thick fur. He looked like he was wearing a hairy shirt, barely able to see the skin under the growing hairs. His new fur continued to spread, as Jake felt the itching engulf his back. He turned in the mirror to glimpse the hairs popping up across his shoulder blades, making their way towards the middle where they met and grew into a thick fur. That fur sprouted down his spine, completing his coat. Above his ass it had grown in particularly thick, suggesting more to come soon. His arms were next, hairs sprouting down his thick biceps, and burying his forearms in a rug of dark hairs. The backs of his large hands were also coated, thick hairs popping up even on his knuckles.

Despite feeling horrified at what he was becoming, Jake was overwhelmed by immense pleasure from the changes. Every hair that sprouted produced a euphoria like nothing he’d experienced before. He could feel the follicles pushing through the skin as they covered him in luscious brown fur. Something was distracting him from that sensation though, and it was in his crotch. A burning and stretching feeling was occurring down there, and though his heart sank, Jake pulled down his waistband to peek. His previously trimmed bush was pushing out, dark hairs erupting from his groin as they spread like wildfire. The hairs sprouted and grew thicker and curlier as they multiplied, traveling from the base of his cock all the way up and merging into his thick stomach hair. The bush spread outwards onto his thighs, and he felt his balls expanding as they began to hang lower. They too were buried beneath the fur that was taking over his groin, with thick wiry hairs growing all over his enlarging balls. Jake moaned in ecstasy as his pubes kept sprouting, growing longer and bushier. It felt wrong and disgusting but his body was overtaken by hormones and endorphins, the sensation of pleasure was undeniable.

The hairs continued taking over his smooth skin, traveling from his bush down his large thighs, popping up and growing dark and curly. They coated his legs, growing dense enough to darken the shade of his skin as hair sprouted all over his thighs and calves, before reaching his feet. Jake pulled off his shoes that were ripping at the seams, exposing his now size 15 feet. He watched as hairs wormed their way out across the tops of his feet, even sprouting on his toes. His entire body was now coated in thick brown hair, and Jake rubbed his hands through the newly grown fur as he moaned from the sensation.

His moment of pleasure was cut short by someone banging on the bathroom door.

“Hey Jake, you all good in there bro?” It was Eric, eager to see if their plan had worked.

“Uhh,” Jake hesitated, brought back to reality in a flash. “Yea dude, just a little sick to my stomach it’s no big deal, I’ll be out in a sec,” he replied with a shakiness in his voice. He looked at himself in the mirror. What would the rest of the team think? He looked about ten years older and fifty pounds heavier, not to mention the hairy mess he was now. He was unrecognizable as his past self, not to mention that his clothes didn’t even fit anymore. He struggled to put his shirt back on, leaving his hairy belly exposed, before cramming his huge feet back into his shoes. He took a deep breath, and then unlocked the door and walked back out into the bar.

His teammates had gathered around the door, waiting to see what had become of Jake. They gasped in unison as he opened the door, quickly changing to a howling laughter.

“BROOOO WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?”

“No way it actually worked! I can’t believe this”

“JAKE YOU’RE SO FAT AND HAIRY”

“GET OWNED DUDE”

“That Bear Brew really did a number on you man!”

Jake was taken aback, his transformation had been potted by his teammates! He was stunned into silence, standing there with his half-fitting shirt on as he was laughed at voraciously. Slowly the laughter cooled, and Eric came up and slapped him on the back.

“See you at practice tomorrow dude,” he said with a chuckle.

The rest of the team left Jake and headed out of the bar. He stood there grappling with the reality of his life now, how was he going to go back to everything like this? In the face of overwhelming stress, he decided to put it out of his mind for just a little while. He walked back to his table, picked up another can of beer, and sat down. His life was a problem for tomorrow.

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moodriingz · 1 year ago

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Into Your Room | L. Hughes

Summary | Luke breaks up with the reader and they're both miserable

Pairing | Luke Hughes x reader, Jack Hughes x platonic! reader, Ethan Edwards x platonic! reader

Warning | Breakups ? and maybe three curse words ? that's about it!

Author's Note | This is my first post! I'm so excited because I love this song and all I could think about for a couple of days was this scenario. Please send requests and what you think!

Masterlist

You and Luke started dating while he was at the University of Michigan. Sure, you knew when He went to play for the Devils long-distance would be difficult because of your classes and his practices and games but you wanted to try. So it came as a shock when Luke broke up with you halfway through the summer after his NHL Debut.

“Y/N I really think we need to take a breather,” said Luke while you were both watching the sunset on the beach of the lake house.

“What?” You asked. It felt like your world came crashing down out of nowhere. You guys had barely been together a year. But you were inseparable at school and during the summers.

“Yeah, I just need to focus on hockey right now and you have your classes. I just don’t think it’s going to work out,” Luke rambled.

“But I want to make it work. I told you that before you left for New Jersey,”

“I don’t want to be held back because of some relationship,” Luke said and you stayed quiet. Your heart was shattering and he was stomping all over it.

“Ok, I’ll get all of my stuff and go back home. No point in wasting any time I guess,” You said with blurry eyes.

You packed up your bag and got ready to go. You saw Jack on the way out and gave him a hug goodbye.

“I don’t know what He’s thinking. I’m sure He’ll come around. It'll all work out,” Jack said into your hair even though it felt like he was trying to convince himself instead of you.

“It’s fine Jack, just take care of him for me,” you said and left the house and got in your car without looking back at one of your favorite places in the world.

I will run after your moving car

And I will follow you

You're my northern star

Luke was miserable for the rest of the summer. He didn’t want to admit it but he was lost without you. He wished he stopped your car as you left. He regretted everything he said. He was just scared you would find someone better than him at school now that he wasn't there.

Luke told himself that once the season started he wouldn’t have time to think about how much he missed you. Boy was he wrong.

He stalked your Instagram in his free time. He was sure he was almost always the first viewer of any story you posted and had to force himself to ignore your profile picture anytime it came up when he opened the app.

You looked like you hadn’t missed a beat once you got back to school. Always posting when you’d go out with friends or when you’d study at your favorite coffee shop.

You both had so many great memories there anytime you’d post your coffee order he could basically hear the espresso machines and the smell of coffee. He'd remember your laughter from when he had gotten foam on his top lip. Or the time you were so nervous for finals and wouldn’t look up from your computer until he got you a refill of your coffee. Your smile was so bright from such a small gesture he knew he had to do anything he could to see it.

Except he did the opposite. His last memory of you was full of tears as he watched your car pull away. He didn’t know what to do. Luke was a mess while you seemed fine. How could he ever convince you to take him back?

You don't know how much I need you

Yeah, I feel the weight

It's crushing me

You were a mess coming back to school. You missed Luke more than you thought you would. The two of you spent so much time together and when you couldn’t be with each other you would text every chance you’d get.

You missed his goofy smile and curly hair. Luke Hughes was everywhere. The memory of him was in the Library where you would have study dates, He was in your favorite bar where he couldn’t take his eyes off of you all night, He was in your classes where you would sit together and whisper random things back and forth. He was everywhere except where you needed him to be. With you.

Your friends always dragged you out even when all you wanted to do was stay in and watch your favorite TV show and wallow. They always made sure to take good photos so you could post “to make Luke know what he’s missing” they’d always say.

They basically had a schedule set of when to study with you or get coffee. You didn’t mean to make them watch over you as much as you did, but you couldn’t help how much you needed Luke.

Finally one night You convinced them that you were too busy with homework to hang out when really you were going to watch the New Jersey Devils season opener. Ethan Edwards saw right through your lies about studying because he knew you liked to finish most of your work at the beginning of the week.

He insisted on watching the game with you and you let him because he was the only one who remotely knew what you were feeling. You both watched pregame, and when the commentators showed Luke all you could notice were his eyebags and how tired he looked. Your heart shattered all over again.

You watched him get his first assist of the season and your heart clenched. If you were still together he would’ve called you after the game and told you all about it. Now you just felt like a spectator while he was all you could think about. Ethan turned to you and noticed how upset you were with tears threatening to spill over. He was tired of seeing his friends destroy themselves.

So, maybe, take me into your room

Without you, my soul is eternally doomed

You're the center of this universe

My sorry ass revolves around you

No, I can't do without you

Jack couldn’t take Luke’s self-pity anymore. All he would do was look at his phone and play hockey. Jack could tell it was affecting Luke more than he was letting on. His eyes were almost always bloodshot and he looked like he was moving through the motions at practice.

Luke was a shell of his former self and Jack knew he had to do something. He texted Ethan because he knew that besides Luke that’s who you would talk to the most. They both started plotting to get you back together. The Devils had a game against the Red Wings right before Thanksgiving and knew there had to be some way to get you there.

Ethan practically begged on his knees for you to come to the game. He told you he was gifted the tickets and would feel horrible to not go. Everyone else had already left for Thanksgiving, leaving you as his only option.

You weren’t stupid. You knew the game was against the Devils. You had the date marked in your planner as when you would have seen Luke if you were still together. You both looked forward to the game because it was the first time you would’ve seen him play in the NHL and then you would've gone to his parent’s lake house for Thanksgiving the next day. At least that's what was supposed to happen.

You only agreed to Ethan because you felt bad no one else could go. Ethan promised no funny business, and you could leave the game the second the final buzzer went off. It felt safe and you could see Jack. You missed Luke, but you were also close with Jack. It was something Luke loved about you, how great you got along with his brothers.

Luke had no idea about the plan Jack and Ethan were brewing. He was especially miserable because he knew if he didn’t mess up the best thing in his life several months ago, you would be at the game cheering him on. He was in hell beating himself over it. All he wanted was to see you in the Jersey he gave you right before his NHL debut.

Ethan came and picked you up all giddy when he noticed you were wearing a Hughes 43 jersey.

“What? It’s the only Devils gear I have, and I’m sure as hell not going to cheer for them in a Red Wings jersey,” You said without taking a breath.

“I wasn’t even going to say anything.”

You two find your seats and you realize how close to the ice it is. You’re on the Devils side facing the bench a couple rows up from the ice. Luke is definitely going to see you because of your proximity.

“If you had told me how close we were going to be I definitely would’ve worn-” You said before getting cut off.

“Don’t even finish that sentence we’re rooting for my team tonight,” Ethan said talking over the music.

The Devils start coming out for warm up and it doesn’t take Luke more than two seconds to see you. You both lock eyes and don’t look away. He notices you’re in the jersey he gave you, and his heart flutters with hope. He just stands there looking at you until Nico pushes him to tell him has to get ready for the game. You, however, look like a deer in headlights and your heart stops. You hadn’t seen Luke since the summer. Tears start to gather in your eyes and you know you have to leave.

“Ethan I can’t do this. I can’t be here,” You say with tears starting to fall.

“Please you promised me plus he can’t even do anything he’s on the ice,” Ethan says trying to convince you knowing it won’t work.

You start to gather your things when Luke notices. He rushes across the ice and knocks on the glass to get your attention. You instantly regret looking his way, but his eyes look desperate and excited your heart flutters the tiniest bit.

You read his mouth as he begs you to stay. You just look at him and Ethan debating what to do. You decide to stay and see what happens. Ethan's right he can’t do anything while he’s on the ice, right?

I'm throwing stones at your window

To get you to notice me

Don't make me stand outside, in the pouring rain

With a freshly ripped human heart from my rib cage

And a boom-box

How pathetic, babe

It was a hard loss for the Devils, but the end of the game meant you could finally leave. Ethan was right, Luke didn’t bother you for the rest of the game besides constantly looking at you when he wasn’t on the ice or there was a faceoff right in front of your seats.

As you and Ethan are getting ready to leave you get a text.

From moosey

please don’t leave

i really want to talk

You showed Ethan and he looked at you bewildered.

“You never changed his name?”

“I never had the heart,” You say looking back down at the texts. The three bubbles show up and disappear over and over again.

“I think you should go. What's the worst that could happen, right?” Ethan asks.

“I don’t know he can rip my heart out all over again and tell me off for coming to his game,” You say, swaying on your toes to your heels.

“He won’t do that trust me,” You don’t even have the energy to ask Ethan as your anxiousness bubbles up to your throat.

To moosey

where can we meet?

From moosey

come down to the locker room i can tell security you and ethan are coming

To moosey

Luke has to stop himself from running to you when you get to the locker room. He wants to pick you up and spin you around like he used to do after his Michigan games. Instead, he walks up to you and says a simple hi.

“What did you want to talk about?” You whisper nervous about what he has to say.

“Us.” Your breath stops ready for him to tell you off for coming.

“I fucked up ending our relationship,” He says with his eyes turning red.

“Luke, why now? I was ready to fight for us but you dismissed me like I was nothing to you.”

“Because I was scared,” He admits. “I was scared you’d find someone who’d be able to give you more attention than I could. And that’s what you deserve, but God I can’t be without you. You’re the opposite of nothing, you’re my everything and I’m so lost without you. The last couple of months have been absolute hell.”

“You should’ve talked to me. I would’ve told you there’s no one better for me than you. The last couple of months have wrecked me.” You tell him.

So, don't turn away

You must know how much I need you, need you

Yeah, I can feel your pain

I hate to think how bad I treated you

But I know a place

Where the darkness can't reach us

“Please forgive me. Please can we just forget this all happened?” Luke begs you.

You just nod and launch yourself into his arms for a kiss. He deepens it by holding you in by your hair. Your heart flutters and you never want this moment to end.

“Would it be too much to ask you to spend Thanksgiving with us? I just don’t want to spend any more time away from you. But I get it-,” Luke asks nervously before you cut him off.

“No I’d love to come, I miss everybody.”

“Did I miss it? Did our plan work?” Jack comes into the hallway shouting excitedly.

“What plan?” Luke asks Ethan and Jack.

“You didn’t,” You say.

“Oh but we did, who do you think gave me the tickets?” said Ethan mischievously.

“Well I guess your plan did work, good job boys,” you say with a blush on your cheeks.

Luke kisses your cheek and tells Jack you are spending Thanksgiving with the family and you won't be going anywhere anytime soon. You finally feel like you’re back where you belong. While Luke feels the relief of finally having his world back.

No, I can't do without you, baby

Maybe, take me into your room

Without you, my soul is eternally doomed

You're the center of this universe

My sorry ass revolves around you

You— And again

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nhlclover · 2 months ago

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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐊𝐈𝐃

madeleine chase x will smith

will goes on a podcast and reveals to the world his gushing crush on pop star, madeleine chase (wc; 1.11k)

༉‧₊˚. ꒰ notes! ꒱ this is lowkey inspired by how tate mcrae and cole sillinger first got together + what will said in a podcast about tate mcrae (literally every man is obsessed with her and so am i)

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It had been about a week since Will had moved to San Jose and he was… settling. California was very different from Massachusetts and everything was new. From the weather to the people, everything was unfamiliar to Will. His teammates — another new thing Will was getting used to — had been nothing but welcoming. They had been showing him around the area and making sure he was settling in well—especially the Marleau family who were taking him in for his first year in San Jose.

He appreciated their efforts, even though the move was still overwhelming at times. The sunny, warm weather of California was a stark contrast to the often chilly and unpredictable climate of Massachusetts, and it was both a blessing and a challenge to adapt to. The culture here was more laid-back, and people seemed to carry an air of casualness that Will wasn’t entirely accustomed to.

In the midst of all these changes, he was dealing with the start of the hockey season, which brought on a lot of commitments. Despite today being a rest day from all of the beginning of the season media, Will was sitting in the Empty Netters podcast studio. Will had met Dan and Chris, the two hosts, a while back, promising them he’d come on when he got signed by the Sharks. Months later, Will was fulfilling his promise.

“Alright, Will, welcome to the Empty Netters pod! Glad to have you here,” said Chris.

“Thank you for having me,” Will said, smiling politely.

“So, you've been in San Jose for what—about two weeks? How’s the transition going? It’s gotta be a change from Massachusetts." Dan asked.

Will nodded, leaning into the mic a bit. “Yeah, about that but it feels like longer with everything going on. It’s been go, go, go since I got here but California’s great. And everyone’s been super welcoming, especially the Marleau family. They’ve really helped me get settled.”

Dan grinned. “Yeah, you got blessed with your living situation for your first year. I mean Patrick Marleau is a legend.”

“Not bad at all,” Will chuckled, relaxing a little. “They’ve been great. Showing me around, and introducing me to some good spots to eat. I’m trying to figure out the whole California lifestyle.”

The conversation flowed easily as they touched on his early career, what he was looking forward to with the Sharks and a few lighter topics.

“Okay, Will, to end this interview we just want to do some rapid-fire questions, alright? So these are just random.” Chris asked.

“Yeah, ok, sounds good,” Will replied.

“Great, first question,” Chris said, glancing at his notes. “What's your favorite movie?”

Will thought for a moment, debating between the movies he loved. “I'd have to say 'Good Will Hunting'. It's a classic and, well, it's set in Boston. Reminds me of home.”

Both Dan and Chris nodded appreciatively. “Nice choice,” Dan answered. “Alright, next up: what's your go-to comfort food?”

“Probably a good lobster roll,” Will replied instantly. “It's practically a staple back home.”

“A lobster roll from Cape Cod sounds fucking delicious.” Chris agreed.

“Alright, final question,” Dan says. “Who is your celebrity crush?”

“Madeleine Chase,” Will says without hesitation.

Both Dan and Chris burst into laughter at Will’s quick answer, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink as he realizes his eagerness. “Damn, you were ready for that question,” Chris says through laughter. “Can you expand on why she is your celebrity crush?”

Will chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to gather his thoughts. “I mean, first of all, she’s gorgeous. I keep seeing photos of her performing for Taylor Swift in Europe and… whew.” Will answers, getting another chorus of laughter from the podcast hosts. “But also there’s something about her vibe. She seems really down-to-earth and genuine. I’ve seen her in interviews and she’s got a great sense of humor.”

Dan grinned. “Sounds like you’ve thought about this a lot.”

“Yeah, maybe a bit,” Will admitted, laughing. “But, you know, it’s hard not to admire someone like that. She’s got the whole package.”

“Quick, favorite song of hers?” Chris asked.

Will didn’t have to think much before answering. “Close To You. It’s just such a fun song to listen to.”

“If you have a message for Madeleine that we might be able to get to her at some point, what would it be?” Dan asked.

Will chuckled, questioning if he really wanted to it all out bare on this podcast. “Answer my DM,” he said, confidence lacing his tone.

“No way you’ve DM’ed her.” Chris laughed.

Will simply shrugged, laughing along with the two brothers. Dan leaned in with mock seriousness. "Alright, Sharks fans, you heard it here first—Will Smith’s got game both on and off the ice."

As the podcast wrapped up, Will thanked Chris and Dan, and they walked him out. His agent was waiting, jumping straight into talking about his schedule, but Will wasn't really listening. He was still stuck replaying the last part of the interview in his head.

Did I really just say that? His mind replayed the last part of the interview—talking about Madeleine Chase with no filter, like some lovestruck kid. He cringed inwardly, imagining how it must have sounded to anyone listening. He could already hear the ribbing from his teammates once this went live, and he cringed. His agent's voice was just white noise now as Will’s thoughts spiraled, imagining the potential fallout.

Answer my DM. The words bounced around his head like an unwelcome reminder of how he’d opened himself up for a joke. What if she actually did hear it? He wasn’t sure what compelled him to be so bold, especially considering they didn’t know each other. Will had always been reserved, especially in public settings, and now he felt like he'd let his guard down too much.

“Will? You listening?” his agent said, snapping him out of his daze.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” Will replied quickly, though he wasn’t. He pulled out his phone, hovering over the podcast's social media page. Maybe I can ask them to cut that part out… no, that’s ridiculous. It’s too late. He forced himself to put his phone away, trying to focus on anything else but the possibility of his comment blowing up online.

Will sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he tried to shake off the doubt. Maybe it wasn’t that bad. They laughed, so it couldn’t have been too cringey… right?

Still, the uncertainty weighed on him. California was supposed to be a fresh start, but at that moment, Will couldn’t help but feel like he’d already stumbled out of the gate.

#`✦ˑ 🤍 𓂃⊹ CIWYW au #madeleine x will #will smith hockey

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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago

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WRAPPED UP IN A BOW — QUINN HUGHES

quinn hughes x fem!reader

12 DAYS OF KINKMAS

summary: in which y/n welcomes Quinn home with a gift

warnings: NSFW CONTENT, praise, oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected). (3.1k words)

notes: welcome to day 8 of the 12 days of kinkmas!

a week. seven days. one hundred and sixty-eight hours.

that’s how long my husband has been out of town.

four road games done and over with and now he’s finally coming home to me.

in retrospect, getting married at the very end of the summer wasn't the best decision Quinn and i have ever made. with no time for a honeymoon before he had to be back in Vancouver for training camp, and then hockey season starting, we've had barely any time to relax and bask in the joy of being newlyweds.

which may be why i'm feeling particularly in the holiday spirit. one more home game and then we get almost an entire week to laze around, celebrate the holidays, and just enjoy the life of being newly married.

i’ve spent the last three days decorating our apartment; a wreath on the front door, our tree with ornaments hung gently on the branches, mistletoe over every doorway. miscellaneous holiday themed trinkets are scattered throughout our home.

but my favorite part of the past few days isn’t the decor, or the music i’ve had blasting, or even the christmas cookies i baked. rather, it’s the idea that popped into my head while shopping for all of the said decor online; when i found a body bow.

and after numerous hours, which were impatiently waited through, and countless youtube tutorials, i sit perched upon the end of my bed, wrapped snugly in the red satin bow.

my breasts are tied high and taut, pushed together tightly by the soft fabric and half covered by the oversized bow; while a strip of the satin reaches over one shoulder and through my legs. technically, all intimate areas are covered, but with one tug of the bow, it would all unravel, leaving me naked and ready. a present for my husband to enjoy.

my eyes are glued to my phone, Quinn’s location dancing across the screen, getting closer and closer to our apartment with each passing second.

it’s not often that i would be awake so late, waiting up for him. often times, i’m asleep when he gets back from a roadie, only waking up when i feel his strong arms wrap around me in bed.

as his location pings at our apartment complex, my heart beat rises in my chest, excitement pulling at my every atom. i’m shaky, phone haphazardly tossed onto my nightstand before i get into position; legs crossed and my weight leaned back on my hands.

it feels as though time is dragging on, towing through metaphorical mud. seconds feel like hours as i wait to hear him enter our apartment.

all the lights are off leading into our room, adding to the illusion that he’ll find me fast asleep.

i’m so lost in thought, knees bouncing in exhilaration, that it isn’t until i hear footsteps bounding down the hall that i realize he’s arrived. blood whirls in my ears, my skin heating up at the mere thought of his touch.

“no, she’s probably asleep.” his words carry through the echoey hallway, “Jack, i’m not waking my wife so you can ask her relationship advice. just call her tomorrow.”

i bite back a laugh as i listen to the one sided conversation with his brother. Quinn’s voice turns hushed as he gets closer to our bedroom, obviously attempting not to ‘wake’ me.

the doorknob twists, the door creaking open to display my husband. his head is down, phone pressed to his ear as he carries his road bag into the room. even from here i can see the crease thats formed between his threaded brows, dark bags accentuated under his green eyes.

he turns, gently closing the door behind him with minimal noise, but when he turns back around, his eyes meet mine. his eyes widen, lips parting with a gentle huff of air before he mutters a quick parting to his brother.

“i gotta go, just call her tomorrow.” the call is quickly hung up, his phone set on the dresser with his bag, never breaking eye contact.

“welcome home.” i watch with a crooked smirk as his eyes rake over my figure, slowly dragging down my body before scanning his way back up.

“fucking shit.”

a giggle rises up my throat at his curse, his steps towards me hurried. he sinks down to his knees, eyeing the intricate bow that graces my body. with his hands finding my knees, he carefully pulls my legs apart so that he can fit between them.

“shit, baby,” he pauses, teeth sinking into his bottom lip for a moment, “this all for me?”

i nod, peering down at him with the most innocent eyes that i can summon.

“mhm,” my tone is quiet but sultry, “played so well, and i missed you so much.”

he stands, towering over me now with a dark expression, his pupils blown out in lust.

“yeah? you missed me?” he questions, coaxing a nod of my head, “how bad?”

“so bad, Quinny.” i whine, hands grasping at his tie.

“did you touch yourself? you push your fingers into your pretty pussy? imagine they were mine as you made yourself cum in our bed?”

his words elicit a broken whimper from my throat, my eyelids fluttering as he wraps a hand around the back of my neck, forcing me to tip my head up to him.

“did you imagine my head between your thighs?” his voice drops, “my tongue licking your wet cunt? making you scream?”

my legs are shaking to close, to clench together and bring some much needed relief to my soaked core; but his body blocks me from doing so.

“yes.” i breathe out, eyes closing as he dips down to capture my lips in a bruising kiss.

his tongue slips past my parted lips, the result of a sudden gasp after his fingers curl into my hair, tugging just slightly.

the kiss is messy and deep, tongue’s tangling and pushing against each other, and when he pulls away, saliva coats my lips.

“lay back, baby.”

i drop back at his demand, hair sprawling across the soft mattress behind my head, and watch as best i can as my husband lowers back down to his knees until i can no longer see him.

it’s not but a second later that i feel his soft lips brush against my inner thigh, kissing a path up my leg. an unignorable pulse sparks between my thighs, thumping harder with each kiss, as he gets closer and closer to my wet heat.

wanton moans break the silence of the room, my body quivering with lustful anticipation; but before he can reach the spot in which i need him most, he pulls back, steadily repeating the process on the opposite leg.

a muted whine pulls from my lips as he shifts his path, bypassing my covered core and kissing up my torso. our eyes lock in a heated exchange, neither set looking away, as his open mouthed kisses reach an end, the oversized bow blocking his path.

but just when i think he’ll back away, he captures one tail of the bow between his teeth, slowly pulling back to unravel the satin knot. the glossy fabric falls off my chest, pooling around my body, revealing my bare breasts. my nipples are peaked with desire, stiffened by a mixture of lust and the cold air.

Quinn stares down at me, admiring my exposed figure, before he continues his journey, pressing wet kisses up my sternum. as he reaches my throat, he begins sucking, teeth grazing against my skin before he presses his tongue against it, pulling away to blow cool air against the spot.

shivers travel down my spine, my back arching up into him as he finally presses his lips against mine once more.

“so beautiful.” he mumbles, his hot breath fanning across my lips, swollen and indented with the mark of my teeth.

dragging himself back down to his knees, my jaw slackens as his breath hits my core.

“you’re dripping for me, baby.”

his tongue darts out, licking a slow stripe up my cunt, and my head tips back further into the mattress, my legs pulled over his shoulders as he groans.

“you really are a fucking gift.” he growls, his fingertips tightening in a bruising grip on my thighs.

my breath catches in my throat, blood rushing to my head as his tongue flattens against my clit. he wiggles it back and forth, softly playing with the bud of nerves.

my hands fly forward, tangling into the fluffy waves of hair that fall onto his forehead. as his tongue tenses, trailing down to flick into my entrance, he spreads my wetness, earning a harsh tug of his hair.

my grip coaxes a laugh of confidence from my husband, his chuckles reverberating through my core, and a screamed cry of pleasure echoes off of our bedroom walls, his name falling from my lips like a solemn prayer.

“Quinn, please,” i whimper, a single digit swiping through my wetness and making my voice falter into a high pitched moan.

“doing so well for me, baby.” his praises set my skin alight, heartbeat thumping in my throat.

his middle finger delves slowly into me, curling up into my g-spot as his lips enclose gently around my clit. pumping in, he slowly gets me ready, slipping his index finger in when he deems me lubricated enough.

my thighs close around his head, his free hand snaking his way around to push my leg open, a choked sob of arousal leaving my throat.

i can feel my orgasm creeping up on me, my stomach tying in knots as my eyes roll back.

suckling at my clit, he rolls it softly between puckered lips, his fingers alternating between hooking upwards and scissoring my cunt, slowly stretching me out and preparing me for his cock.

as his fingers speed and his tongue begins to circle and flick against my clit, my legs shake, hands gripping tighter into his hair while curses fall from my lips.

“Quinn,” tears gather along my waterline at the immense wave of pleasure that rolls through my body, “oh my god, right there!”

the tips of his fingers push against my g-spot with every thrust, my back arching as i can feel myself get closer and closer to the edge.

my husband moans, vibrations carrying through my core and spurring me over the edge. my walls tighten around his fingers, trapping them inside of me, and my hips grind against his soft lips as i reach my release.

heavy breathing sounds through the room as i lay back in ecstasy, recovering from my intense orgasm. pulling his cum coated fingers from my dripping pussy, Quinn’s lips pull away from my swollen clit with a pop.

“you taste like heaven.” he hums, coaxing my eyes to open, watching him suck his fingers clean of my release.

“Quinny,” i breathe out, hands reaching out to pull him forward by his tie as he rises from his knees, “i need you.”

“i’m right here, pretty girl.” he gruffs, a hand resting on the bed next to my head, holding himself up as he hovers above me.

he leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the spot where my jawline meets my ear. trailing up until he reaches my chin, he suddenly diverts, his lips meeting mine in a gentle kiss.

our lips dance together, his free hand grazing up my body until he reaches my breasts. his thumb rubs over my stiffened nipple, circling it lightly before pinching, the stark contrast drawing a moan from deep within my throat.

i can feel his erection pressing against my upper thigh, my hips jolting up into his in order try and relieve some tension.

pushing lightly at his chest, Quinn immediately backs away, worry filling his eyes, “what’s wrong? did i do something?”

rather than answer, i sit up, beginning to untie his tie. i pull it free from his collar before my hands push at his suit jacket.

“take it off,” i whine as my hands fumble, “all of it, Quinn. i need you. i need to see you.”

his hand cups my cheek, thumb rubbing over my cheekbone as he chuckles, eyes looking into mine.

“get up on the pillows,” he gruffs, watching with fervor as i follow his command, kicking the long forgotten satin fabric off the bed and onto the floor. “good girl.”

sitting with my back propped on the pillows, i watch my husband undress; his suit jacket tossed on the dresser, his button up dropped to the floor as well as the undershirt, before finally the clink of his belt sounds through the silent room.

i admire his upper body as he undresses, mentally praising all the hard work and training that’s led to his muscular arms and tight physique. my mouth waters and i yearn to press kisses to his pale torso, but i stay rooted in my spot, knowing better than to move.

fully naked, his cock stands tall, fully erect with a pink tip, precum beading at the slit, and i don’t think before my hand reaches out, wrapping around his length as he crawls over me.

i squeeze just slightly, my thumb running over his tip and spreading the precum, earning a hiss of satisfaction from my husband.

“stop,” he groans, vocal chords tight, “you want me to fuck you, right?”

i peer up at him with innocence, nodding my head quickly.

“then don’t be a greedy little slut,” my hand drops at his words, allowing him to take a deep breath, “hands and knees, baby.”

i scramble into position, craning my neck to watch his facial expressions as he grabs his base, guiding his cock through the lubricant of my residual cum.

my body shivers as he glides himself through my slick folds, wetting his dick thoroughly. he slides over clit, my legs instantly wobbling as i make a silent squeak.

“Quinn,” my voice shakes, but before i can continue, he’s pushing into me, my back contorting as he runs a hand over my spine.

“that’s it, baby,” he coos after i let out a loud moan, “take it like a good girl.”

i reach back with one hand, desperately grappling behind me for his touch. my request is granted when he grabs my hand, holding it in earnest as his other holds my hip.

“fuck me,” i cry, pushing backwards to sheath him entirely inside of me, “please, i need you to fuck me.”

Quinn clicks his tongue against his teeth, my head hanging forward as he stills, teasing me. i part my lips to begin begging again, but he silences me quick, pulling entirely out before slamming back into me.

he drops my hand in favor of gripping both hips, fucking into me with harsh and unforgiving thrusts.

my arms feel like jello beneath me, quivering with every graze of his tip against my g-spot, until finally i fall to my elbows.

his thighs smack against mine, each thrust pushing me further up the bed until i have to place my palms on the headboard, keeping me steady as my knees dig into the memory foam mattress.

“so fucking wet,” he grunts, pulling my focus to the lewd sounds of his cock sliding through my wetness, “my pretty fucking wife, so ready for me; so easy to please.”

i whine at the use of ‘wife’, the title still bringing goosebumps to the top of my flesh.

“yours,” i gasp, eyes rolling back as he slows his strokes, angling his hips for his cock to run over my g-spot, “all yours. your wife.”

“yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he breathes, “you like being my wife? you like letting me fuck you and call you mine? forever.”

his hand slides to my front, sprawling over my stomach before dipping down to let his finger apply pressure to my pulsing clit.

“yes!” i squeal, hips jerking from the pleasure, “yes, Quinn, yes!”

his finger draws circles on my clit, thrusts speeding as i clench around him.

“who am i?”

my stomach fills with pressure, toes curling as my hair falls into my face.

“my husband!” i scream, legs shaking underneath me.

his finger never relents, my overworked clit tingling, and i can barely stutter out that i’m close before he’s leaning forward, pressing kisses to my sweat coated back.

his soft lips against my heated skin send me over the edge, my eyes drawing shut as i let out an intense breathy moan. my walls clench but his thrusts never ease, only fucking into me with more intensity as he chases his own high, and within a minute, he finds it.

his hips falter, his grip tightening on my hips as he lets out a strangled cry, ropes of cum spilling out of him and mingling with my own.

it’s silent as he stops, nothing but heavy pants and the squelching sound of him pulling out, before he lays down, finally allowing me to drop onto my stomach beside him.

a breathy chuckle leaves his lips, my face buried into the pillow beside him, and he reaches over to scoop me into his arms, helping turn my body until my head is resting in the crook of his neck.

“what a welcome home present.” he laughs, still out of breath, and i giggle into his neck.

“figured you might like that.” i yawn, eyes fluttering shut as i rest a hand on his chest, “well worth staying up.”

“hey,” he coos, head back away in order to look at me. i pry my eyes open, staring up into his, “don’t go falling asleep yet, baby. you need a bath.”

i groan, attempting to burrow further into him, “but i’m so tired.”

he rolls his eyes at my drawn out whine, gently nudging me off of him so he can stand up.

“i’m gonna go draw a bath and get some wine. you don’t fall asleep.”

i nod sleepily, pulling myself up in a sitting position to keep myself from dozing off.

it’s not but five minutes later that Quinn returns, helping me into his arms and carrying me into the bathroom. he sets me down into the hot water of the bubble bath, grabbing the wine glasses off the counter and handing them to me before he slips in behind me, taking his glass back.

having out a deep sigh, i relax into his chest, his free arm wrapping around the front of my waist.

“so,” i start, making him laugh at my tired tone, “how was the trip?”

#faithlynn’s 12 days of kinkmas #quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes fic #quinn hughes blurb #vancouver canucks #nhl smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s writings <3

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foreingersgod · 8 months ago

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Can I request a Caitlin Clark x taller Fem Hockey Player Reader who dresses masculine (Reader is extremely clumsy/looks like she has fawn legs when Reader is on normal ground, but when the reader is on the ice she is a force to be reckoned with)

(And the reader has a short and curly ‘burly touching her shoulders’ artist bob hairstyle)

Plot:

-Reader clumsily ran into Caitlin and managed to spill Caitlin’s coffee/hot tea drink on the reader

Reader is embarrassed and just sorta starts rambling out apologizes (I imagine Robin Buckley style rambling) completely ignoring the hot drink that was spilled on her (the readers used to getting injured by her own fawn legs at this point so it doesn’t even faze her)

Reader offers to buy Caitlin a new drink and Caitlin offers to get the taller girl a new shirt

(After that they began dating)

The reader is extremely vocal in her support of Caitlin and the Basketball team when it’s basketball season

So when it’s time for the readers hockey season to begin Caitlin and the team surprise the reader at game in support of reader — but the team is so used to the readers clumsiness that they are shock at how amazing the reader plays on the ice almost like reader is Jack Frost

Maybe at the end Caitlin tells the reader she loves the taller readers clumsiness and finds It endearing how reader is hard core hockey player on the ice and a clumsy goofball on regular ground but no matter either or the reader is always the softness person for her/caitlin

(Sorry This is long I’m kinda sleepy and I can’t find the energy to simplify this 🫤🫠😭😞🥱🥱😪)

— LadyBatSuperKing 🏳️‍🌈🦇🦸‍♂️👑

She’s a force to be reckoned with . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: *refer to request

NOT PROOF READ !!

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the alarm clock on your bedside table wailed throughout your bedroom. waking up for practice at 5:30 in the morning should be a crime. you were in no mood to lace up your skates and throw on your gear at all today, especially this early. despite your body pleading to stay in bed for 5 more minutes, you forced yourself to get up and get ready for the day.

you fumbled around your bathroom, trying to quickly tame your hair and brush your teeth, knocking down numerous toiletries in the process. you whispered a few curses under your breathe as you knocked over your bottle of hair product, half of its contents emptying into the sink.

eventually, and certainly not without clumsily cluttering half of your apartment, you managed to make your way out of the door and on your way to practice.

you tried to enjoy the early hours of the morning as you meandered down the street, dipping into your favorite coffee shop to wash away the 6:00 am drowsiness. it wasn’t busy like it normally was. only a few business men with their eyes glued to their phones and a completely exhausted college student stood around the shop.

glancing at your phone, you realized that you were going to be late if you didn’t hurry up and order so you made haste to order your drink and leave. grabbing your cup from the barista, you swiftly turned around and headed for the door. before you could even wrap your fingers around the handle, a woman, surprisingly just as tall as you were, pushed the door open. the door pushed right into you, the girl running straight into your chest and spilling your coffee all over the front of your clothes.

“fuck” you cursed, feeling the steaming drink seep through your shirt and onto your skin.

“holy shit, i’m so sorry! i didn’t see you there at all i swear to god!” the girl said, cheeks burning up in embarrassment. she ran over to the counter and returned with several napkins, trying to dab up the coffee that was still dripping onto the floor.

“no no you’re…you’re fine it’s not a biggie” you tried to say, not wanting to make a big deal of it all. you could tell she felt horrible about it and you didn’t want to make her feel any worse, even if she did just destroy one of the only shirts that actually fit your tall figure. “this happens all the time! like don’t even-don’t even worry about it it’s totally cool! i should be sorry, i was totally in your way, completely my fault really!”

“what? no! of course it’s a big deal, i just destroyed your shirt dude” completely unfazed by your rambling. her gaze finally met yours and you could now get a clear look of her face. and damn was she smoking hot. not to mention she was tall enough that she didn’t have to strain her neck to see you like everyone else did. “is there…is there anything i can do? i feel like shit, i shouldn’t have rushed through the door like that without paying attention.”

“you’re really fine, don’t worry about it” you gave her a genuine smile.

“can i at least buy you a new shirt? a new drink?” it came out more like a beg than an offer.

“well,” you shrugged “since this was one of my only shirts that fit, i think a replacement would be very generous, thank you”

“definitely, yea no problem” she stuttered out “um, i’m caitlin, sorry we had to meet in such a shitty situation”

you both laughed “i’m YN, nice to meet you caitlin”

and the rest was history, she bought you a new shirt, you bought you both two cups of coffee, and she offered to walk with you the rest of the way to your practice. before parting ways, you exchanged contacts and made plans to hangout later that night. scorching hot coffee spilling on your shirt was probably the best thing that had happened to you in a long time.

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it had been several months since you met cait at the coffee shop, and now you both were happily dating. you originally thought she wanted to be just friends, aware that your clumsiness and tall figure wasn’t typically something that someone looked for in a woman. but she was very adamant that she loved you for you, finding the beauty and originality in your clumsy nature and being incredibly grateful to have a girlfriend that understands what it’s like to have to duck to fit through some doors. to her, you were funny and original and you both had so much in common, she couldn’t fathom a world in which you stayed friends.

your relationship so far has been absolute bliss. hockey season eventually ended as you started getting to know each other, so there was a lot of night spent watching her practice and even more evenings watching her play. you’ll admit, basketball was never your thing, the rink was the only place you were comfortable, but falling in love with caitlin really made you fall in love with the sport too. you were like her ‘personal cheerleader’ she told you, always shouting her name and repping a #22 jersey. the team became your family at this point and you loved nothing more than supporting them from the stadium seats.

the basketball season eventually came to an end and it was truly a privilege to watch your girlfriend blow everyone away. watching her and her team win, take home titles and awards made you explode with joy. but you were even more excited to share the coming hockey season for the first time with caitlin and the rest of the team.

they all knew you to be the klutz in your relationship, so you were anticipating the looks on their faces when they saw you on the ice.

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“alright, baby, we’ll be watching” caitlin said, rubbing your arm through your jersey and padding. she had met you in the hallway, outside the locker room, to wish you luck one more time before your game started.

“i love so much, thanks for being here” you pulled her in for a kiss.

“i wouldn’t miss it for the world”

she made her way back out to where the team was sitting, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before she left. you could see them laugh and smile with each other and it made you so happy that they were all here to support you.

your coach hollered for you from inside the locker room not long after and you quickly hustled back to lace up. after you were completely geared up, stretched, and given a sturdy team pep talk by coach, you were ready to head out onto the rink.

the announcers called out everyone’s names, including yours, and you could practically feel caitlin’s smile from down there. then before you knew it, the whistle was blown and the game started.

it was going incredibly well. you had your stick poised and ready to to move effortlessly across the ice. every one of your movements was deliberate and precise, you felt as though you were gliding on air. when the puck was hurtled toward you, you reacted with lightning reflexes, intercepting it with a graceful flick of your stick.

this was your moment, you thought, time for everyone to see that you weren’t as clumsy on the ice.

you skated down the rink, charging forward to drive the puck into the opponents goal. you were up against girls almost twice your size. and yet, when everyone was sure that you would slip up when the girls came at you, you slid around them with unwavering speed and focus. you were past them in mere seconds, shocking the crowd. finally, you reached the goal and you took your shot, sending it flying right into the net of the goal.

the crowd erupted with applause, hollering your number and screaming for your team. but you were only focused on finding caitlin and the girls. you spotted her almost immediately, locking eyes, and laughing under your breathe when you saw the looks on all of their faces. their eyes were wide and their mouths hanging open with shock, totally dumbfounded by your change in coordination.

after your astounding goal that put your team ahead of your opponents, the game felt like it was over in seconds. your team was incredibly happy that you had won your first game of the season. you all made your way off the rink and into the locker room again, signing posters and shirts as you walked down the tunnel. everyone was changing into their post-game clothes, congratulating one another, and hugging everyone goodbye until tomorrow’s practice.

you hurriedly pulled your gear off and put on your team hoodie and watching sweats, trying to make it out to see caitlin and girls as fast as you could. sure enough, the second you stepped out those doors, they all stood with posters and flowers, excited to shower you and praise and congratulate you on the game.

“you guys are so sweet, thanks for coming!” you beamed, hugging everyone one by one.

“oh of course!” kate smiled at you.

“wouldn’t miss it,” hannah followed “we wouldn’t want to miss those killer moves! who knew you could move like that you klutz” she nudged your shoulder, playfully.

you all laughed with her, making jokes about how your long legs made you almost invincible out on the rink and how they were all worried you’d slip and fall. but you loved that they all cared about you and were proud of what you accomplished tonight.

after the team was finished catching up with you, they retired for the night and headed their separate ways. of course caitlin stayed behind, ready to walk you to her car and head back to her place to further “celebrate”

“you know i love you, and i think you were fantastic tonight, right?” she said from the drivers side of her car.

“of course, why? is everything ok?”

“yea no, no, everything’s fine” she smiled, glancing between you and the road. “i know me and you and the team…we’ll all joke about your clumsiness sometimes, but…i don’t know i just wanted to make sure you knew that i genuinely love that about you”

“cait” you blushed

“seriously, i love everything about you, from your clumsiness and your rambling, to your precision in your games…i love that you’re just as tall as me, if not more, even if you feel insecure about it. i love that your goofy when it’s just me and you. i’m seriously so in love with everything about you, it’s crazy”

“you’re so sweet to me, caitlin, i love you so much” you reached over the console to hold her hand “more than you know” all she did was smile back at you, rubbing her thumb over yours as you sped down the road to her apartment.

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A/N: again, i’m sorry if there are an inaccuracies with the hockey terminology, but i hope you love it nonetheless! i loved this request, thanks so much anon, enjoy! <3

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb x reader #wcbb

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misshoneyimhome · 2 months ago

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Could you do an ex-lover to lovers again with reader and Nico Hischier 🤭 with the vibes “I thought the Swiss could change me” from the song ‘Lucerne’ by Richy Mitch & The coal miners. Kinda angsty and really fluffy.

Absolutely, darling! ❤️‍🔥 I hadn’t heard that song before now, but I’m absolutely obsessed with it 🤗

I really hope I captured your vision with this – it might come off a bit general, but I just wanted to try and make sure I included everything, from the beginning to the ex-lovers part. Hopefully, you enjoy reading it as much as I did working on it 🙏🏼

Tropes & warnings: Nico Hischier x reader, strangers-lovers, break-up, ex-lovers, fluff, angst, light smut at the end

Word count: 3.9K

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I Thought the Swiss Could Change Me

Lucerne, I keep running right back to you 'Cause I thought the Swiss could change me That the finer things would render me finer tuned Lucerne, I keep coming right back I keep running on

You and Nico had been together for almost two years when it all fell apart. It sort of unravelled slowly, cautiously like you might expect with most breakups. Yet, it still hit like a violent storm neither of you saw coming. One day, everything was perfect—the love, the laughs, the easy rhythm of your lives together. The next day, it wasn’t. You had never imagined it would happen to you. Not to you and Nico. Everyone said you were strong, destined for each other.

Soulmates.

From the moment you first met under the crisp autumn skies of New Jersey, there had been something electric between you. You were never much of a sports fan before that day, but Nico was hard to resist. It was during the start of hockey season, and the city was buzzing with excitement. You weren’t paying attention to the Devils or their captain—hockey had never been on your radar—but somehow, the universe had decided you and Nico would collide.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, really. You were grabbing coffee, already running late, when someone bumped into you hard enough to spill your drink all over your sweater. Annoyed, you turned, ready to give the person a piece of your mind, but when your eyes locked with his, the words got stuck in your throat. It was Nico Hischier, though you didn’t know it at the time—just a tall, apologetic guy with warm brown eyes that were quick to soften in concern.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, his Swiss accent thick, holding his hands up in surrender.

You had waved it off, though your annoyance was still fresh. “It’s fine. Really.”

“I owe you another one, please,” Nico insisted, his boyish grin forming as he glanced at the mess he’d made of your outfit.

Needless to say, you didn’t argue. And that was just the beginning.

What started with an accidental coffee spill soon turned into hours of conversation. He had bought you a replacement drink that day, and somehow, you ended up talking about everything under the sun—his love for hockey, his home in Switzerland, and how he still wasn’t used to certain things in New Jersey. You didn’t even realise who he was until later, when someone asked for a picture. And even then, it didn’t hit you fully. To you, he was just Nico, the guy who spilled coffee on you.

But that simple encounter turned into something more, something neither of you had expected. Nico had been charmed by you almost immediately, captivated by the way you didn’t care about his status as the Devils’ captain or the attention that followed him. You were easy to be around, someone who made him feel like just a regular guy instead of a superstar athlete, coupled with your random quirks. So, it didn't take long before he asked you out.

You fell fast. And Nico? Nico fell even harder.

He hadn’t planned on it—hadn’t thought he’d be swept off his feet so quickly. Nico had always been calm, steady, and focused on his career. But you changed everything. Your laugh, the sparkle in your eyes when you talked about things you loved, the way you cared deeply and genuinely about people—it was intoxicating. And what surprised him the most was how seamlessly you fit into his world. Though hockey was his life, you never made him feel like he had to choose between you and his passion. You supported him, understood the long road trips, the exhausting schedule, even the missed calls. That understanding was something he hadn’t realised he needed until he found it with you.

And in return, Nico gave you everything he had. He took you to games, let you into the thrilling world of professional hockey, even though you hadn’t been interested before. He showed you behind the scenes, introduced you to his teammates, and made sure you never felt like an outsider in his life. You got swept up in the excitement of the games, learning stats, figuring out the dynamics of hockey you never thought you’d care about. And before you knew it, you were standing in the stands, dressed in his jersey number 13 and cheering with the rest of the crowd, your heart racing not just for the game but for him.

As the months passed, you found yourself more and more entrenched in Nico’s life. He introduced you to his closest friends, the people who had been part of his journey long before he ever became a captain. He took you to his favourite hidden spots in New Jersey—little restaurants only a few knew about, places where he could escape the constant attention. There, the two of you would talk for hours, sharing dreams, worries, and everything in between.

When the off-season arrived, Nico couldn’t wait to take you to Switzerland. It wasn’t just a vacation for him—it was bringing you home, showing you the world that had shaped him. His excitement was palpable as he talked about the mountains, the lakes, and the quaint little villages he grew up in. And when you finally got there, it was everything he’d promised.

Switzerland was breathtaking. The mountains stood tall and proud, the air was clean and crisp, and the lakes sparkled in the sun. Nico took you everywhere—to the best hiking trails, the most beautiful overlooks, and, of course, to meet his family. You were nervous at first, but his family welcomed you with open arms, instantly making you feel like part of them. His mother adored you, his siblings thought you were fun, and Nico? Nico looked at you like he had never been prouder to have you by his side.

It was perfect. Too perfect, maybe. Because paradise doesn’t last forever, and even the strongest love has its tests.

You didn’t realise it at the time, but cracks were beginning to form, even in the midst of those happy moments. The media couldn’t leave well enough alone. Your relationship with Nico had always been under scrutiny—people loved to talk about the captain of the Devils, and they loved to dig for dirt. They started prying, spreading rumours and lies, trying to find any weakness they could exploit. At first, it didn’t seem to matter. You trusted Nico, and he trusted you. You had survived worse together, and you weren’t going to let a few baseless headlines shake the foundation you had built.

But trust, as solid as it seemed, can be fragile when constantly attacked. The rumours took their toll—not on you, but on Nico. At first, it was subtle. You noticed the way he tensed up every time his phone buzzed with a new notification, or how his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes like it used to. The worst part? He didn’t talk about it much—Nico had never been one to share his insecurities easily—but you could see it, the weight of everything piling on his shoulders.

The media was relentless. They posted photos of you out with friends, with men you barely knew—strangers, coworkers, or simply people you happened to bump into at events. It was harmless, but the way they twisted it in headlines made it seem like more. And so-called “fans” didn’t make it easier. Nico would get messages, pictures of you with these men, accompanied by cruel comments suggesting that you weren’t loyal, that you were using him for fame. It was all nonsense, and you both knew it. At least, you thought you both did.

Nico, however, struggled with it more than you realised. He kept it bottled up, acting like it didn’t bother him. But over time, you could see the cracks forming. You could feel the distance growing between you. He became quieter, more withdrawn. The light in his eyes, the playful glint you loved so much, began to dim. He started spending more time at the rink, throwing himself into practices and games, using hockey as an escape from the thoughts that tormented him.

It was jealousy, though Nico would never admit it out loud. He was terrified. The idea of losing you—to someone with a less demanding life, someone who could be there for you every day—haunted him. He wasn’t around as much as he wanted to be; he couldn’t always be there when you needed him. And the thought that someone else could swoop in, could give you what he couldn’t, consumed him. Instead of telling you about his fears, though, he let them fester. He didn’t want to seem weak, didn’t want to burden you with his insecurities, so he kept it all to himself. But that only made it worse.

Slowly, he began to pull away. At first, it was small things—missed calls, shorter texts, moments of silence that stretched just a bit too long. Then, it became more obvious. The intimacy you once shared faded. Your sex life, once passionate and spontaneous, became rare. Nights that used to be filled with whispered conversations and soft touches were replaced with silence. Nico was there, but he wasn’t really there. His mind was always somewhere else—lost in his own doubts and insecurities.

You tried to talk to him, to reach out, to assure him that nothing had changed, that you still loved him, still wanted him. But Nico wasn’t good at talking about his feelings, especially not when it came to things that scared him. He brushed off your concerns, said everything was fine, that he was just tired from the season. You wanted to believe him, but deep down, you knew something was wrong. The man who used to look at you like you were his entire world now barely met your eyes during dinner.

The tension between you grew thicker with every passing day. Every attempt you made to connect with him seemed to push him further away. It was like he had built a wall around himself, and no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t break through. You were left wondering where it all went wrong, how you had gone from being the couple everyone envied to two people barely holding on.

The final blow came just before the playoffs - Nico ended it.

It happened on a quiet evening at home. You weren’t expecting it, not at all. He had just come back from practice, looking more exhausted than usual. You thought maybe it was just the pressure of the upcoming games, the stress of leading his team through such an intense part of the season. You had no idea what was coming.

He sat down next to you on the couch, but something was off. There was no warmth in his gaze, no tenderness in his touch. You could feel the cold distance between you, and it made your stomach churn with dread. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, almost emotionless.

“I think we should end this,” Nico said, not meeting your eyes.

You blinked, not understanding at first. “What? What are you talking about?”

He took a deep breath, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. “It’s better this way.”

Those words sent a chill down your spine. Better? How could this possibly be better? You searched his face for any sign of hesitation, for any indication that he didn’t mean what he was saying, but all you found was cold detachment. He wasn’t there—not really. It was like he had already made up his mind, like he had checked out of the relationship long before this conversation even started.

“Better for who?” you asked, your voice breaking. “For you? For me? Nico, this doesn’t make any sense.”

But Nico didn’t explain. He just shook his head, his jaw clenched tightly. “I’m sorry, Y/N. It’s… it’s just better.”

And that was it. No long explanation, no heartfelt goodbye. Just those cold, final words. You were left blindsided, devastated, staring at him in disbelief. How could he do this? How could he just walk away like this? After everything you still felt for him?

But Nico was already gone, emotionally, and now he was physically leaving too. He got up from the couch, muttered something about needing to be alone, and walked out the door. The silence that followed was deafening.

You sat there, numb, unable to process what had just happened. The man you loved, the man who had once been your everything, had just walked out of your life without so much as a proper explanation. And you were left to pick up the pieces of a relationship you thought would last forever.

You couldn’t watch the playoffs - not that it lasted long for the Devils.

When Nico left for Switzerland during the off-season, he hoped the distance would give him clarity. Switzerland had always been his sanctuary—the mountains, the lakes, the quiet. He thought maybe returning to the familiar landscapes of his childhood, surrounded by his family, would help him clear his mind, help him forget the chaos of the past few months. But the Swiss countryside, no matter how beautiful, couldn’t soothe the ache in his chest. The rolling hills and serene views only reminded him of what he was missing. Every time he saw a picture of you online, smiling with friends, looking carefree in photos taken at bars or restaurants, his heart twisted painfully.

He couldn’t forget you. No matter how hard he tried to lose himself in the simplicity of home, in the comfort of his family’s company, you were still everywhere in his thoughts. Your smile, your laugh, the way you fit so seamlessly into his life, even in the chaotic whirlwind of his career. He missed the sound of your voice, missed waking up next to you, missed the comfort of your body pressed against his at night.

Nico was struggling. His bed felt too big, too cold without you beside him. He missed the way you used to curl into him, your head resting on his chest, your hand draped over his stomach. The way you would trace lazy circles on his skin, lulling him to sleep after a long day. The way your body fit so perfectly against his.

He thought about you constantly, replaying the moments you shared—the laughter, the intimacy, the quiet moments in the morning before the world intruded on your little bubble. He missed the way you would look at him, like he was the only person in the world that mattered. He missed your body, the way you moved together, the way you made him feel alive. No matter how hard he tried to bury those feelings, they always came rushing back, overwhelming him with regret.

But you weren’t happy, no matter what the pictures online showed. The smiles in those photos were carefully constructed, masking the pain that had settled deep inside you. The loss of Nico had left a gaping hole in your life, one that you didn’t know how to fill. You spent more time in bars than you cared to admit, trying to drown the loneliness that gnawed at you. Alcohol dulled the edges of the hurt, numbed the constant ache in your chest, but it couldn’t erase it. You were surrounded by friends, but none of them could make up for the emptiness that Nico’s absence left behind.

The nights were the hardest. You had grown so used to sharing a bed with him, to the comfort of his warm body beside yours. The way you used to fit together so perfectly, no matter the mood—whether it was slow, tender nights where you’d make love for hours, or spontaneous, passionate moments where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The way he’d kiss you, deep and slow, taking his time, savouring every touch like it was the last. His hands on your skin, the feel of him pressed against you—it had been perfect, effortless. The chemistry between you was undeniable, and now, it was gone.

One night, after too many drinks, you made a mistake. You went home with someone else, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it would help. Maybe being with someone new would make the emptiness go away, even for just a little while. You wanted to forget the way Nico’s touch lingered on your skin, wanted to replace the memories of him with someone else. But it didn’t work. The one-night stand only made things worse. No one could compare to Nico. No one ever would. The moment it was over, you felt even more hollow than before, disgusted with yourself for even trying to replace him.

You missed everything about him.

Those four months apart were torture for both of you. Every day without each other was a reminder of what you had lost, of the love that had slipped through your fingers. You both tried to move on, to find solace in other things, other people, but nothing worked. The connection you had shared was too strong to forget. And no matter how far apart you were, the longing for each other never truly went away.

When Nico returned to New Jersey, neither of you had anticipated seeing each other so soon. You had resigned yourself to the possibility that your paths might never cross again. Yet another crisp autumn evening, fate intervened. You were walking through a park, lost in your thoughts, when you saw him—standing beneath a cluster of trees, hands shoved deep in his pockets, staring off into the distance. He looked lost, as if he was carrying the same weight in his chest that you had been for months.

“Nico?” you called out softly, your voice catching in your throat.

He turned slowly, and when his eyes met yours, the world around you seemed to freeze. Everything you’d held inside—every unsaid word, every missed touch—suddenly bubbled to the surface. The months of separation vanished in that split second, and all that was left was the two of you, standing in the fading daylight.

His gaze softened, and he took a small step toward you, his voice thick with emotion as he said your name. “Y/N…”

You crossed your arms, trying to steady yourself against the whirlwind of feelings that hit you all at once. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again,” you admitted, the vulnerability in your words feeling raw, exposed.

Nico’s eyes darkened with regret. “Well, I… I couldn’t really stay away. I thought Switzerland would… I thought being home would make things clearer. But it didn’t. All I could think about was you. All I wanted… was you.”

You took a hesitant step forward, heart hammering in your chest. “I… missed you,” you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your pulse. “I tried to move on, but I couldn’t...”

The space between you seemed to evaporate as Nico reached out, his fingers grazing yours. The moment his skin touched yours, a spark shot through you, igniting something deep inside that had lain dormant since he’d walked away. It was like a missing puzzle piece had finally fallen back into place.

“I’m so sorry, schätzi,” he said, his voice trembling. “I was so scared. Scared that I wasn’t enough for you, that you’d grow tired of me being away all the time… and that someone else could give you the life I couldn’t.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you shook your head. “Nico, you were always enough. I just needed you to let me in. To talk to me.”

He looked at you, his face filled with regret, guilt written in every line of his expression. “I know that now. I just… I thought letting you go would make it easier—for both of us. But it didn’t. I was wrong. I was so wrong.”

Without thinking, you gently closed the distance between you, placing your hand on his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath your palm. “You were never the problem. I loved you, Nico. And I still love you.”

His breath hitched, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I love you too,” he whispered, pulling you against him as if he was afraid you might slip away. You melted into his embrace, the warmth and familiarity of his arms around you filling the empty spaces inside you. “I never stopped.”

You pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, your hand still resting on his chest. “Then don’t let go this time,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, but the intensity of the words hanging in the air between you.

Nico’s lips parted, and before you could say another word, he finally kissed you.

It was soft at first, hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if this was real. But the moment your lips met, every bit of uncertainty vanished. The kiss deepened, filled with all the passion, the longing, the words that had been left unsaid for so long. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer as you tangled your fingers in his hair, needing to feel him, to know that this wasn’t just a dream.

His lips trailed down to your jaw, then your neck, sending shivers down your spine. “I missed you so much,” he murmured against your skin, his voice hoarse with emotion.

“I missed you too,” you whispered, your fingers tightening in his hair as he pressed his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cool evening air.

Before long, the desire that had simmered between you erupted into something more urgent. Nico’s hands roamed your body, as if he couldn’t get enough of you, and you were more than willing to let him. You tugged at his jacket, your body aching for the familiar touch you’d been without for so long.

“Let’s go,” Nico then whispered, his voice turning rough, the need in his eyes matching your own. You didn’t need to ask where—your apartment was only a few blocks away, and the moment you stepped through the door, it was as if no time had passed. The two of you moved in sync, shedding clothes in a trail that led to your bedroom.

Nico’s lips found yours again, more urgent this time, his hands sliding over your bare skin as he pulled you onto the bed. His touch was familiar, yet it felt brand new, the months apart making every sensation feel heightened, more intense. His hands explored every inch of your body, as if he was memorising you all over again.

“I love you,” Nico murmured between kisses, his voice thick with emotion as he pressed his body against yours, his warmth enveloping you. “I’ll never let you go again. I just want you to be mine.”

You gasped as he eased himself into you - just like he’s always done - his touch both gentle and firm, sending sparks of electricity through your body. Your heart raced as the two of you reconnected in the most intimate way possible, bodies moving together in perfect harmony. Every kiss, every touch, was filled with the love and passion that had always existed between you.

“I love you too, Nico. I’m yours. Only yours.”

The world outside ceased to exist. All that mattered was Nico—his body pressed against yours, his hands in your hair, the feel of his lips on your skin. And in that moment, all the pain of the past few months melted away, leaving only the love that had always been there.

#my asks #nh13 #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier x reader #new jersey devils imagine #nhl hockey imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine

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sc0tters · 8 days ago

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Just One Tub - Leon Draisaitl

summary: who would have thought that your freezer breaking on a hot summers day, would be the perfect start to your love story?

request: yes/no (was actually meant to be for a summer fic exchange but it is now December so…)

warnings: swearing, mentions of drinking.

word count: 2.91k

authors note: so this was all ready to go in August before I totally fell off of Tumblr but I pressed save rather than post so I figured I’d edit it before I published it and now here it is!

You knew it was dangerous falling for him.

From the moment you knocked on his door needing a place to leave your frozen foods after yours decided to stop working in the heat of June. Leon was days away from going home after an anticlimactic end to the season, but when you showed up the idea of packing was pushed to the back of his mind.

There was something endearing about the way your voice cracked with panicked rambles as you begged him to hold your ice cream and frozen meals that you weren’t prepared to lose when your freezer broke. Leon didn’t know how or why things changed, but in the midst of offering him a spoon as you sacrificed a pint of mint chip ice cream that didn’t make the cut to join his freezer, he knew you were different.

And before he was even ready to snap his fingers, Leon found himself more focused on learning your quirks and less about packing his suitcase for his inevitable return home.

𝙒𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨

Leon grinned as your giggles were masked with soft sips of red wine “no I’m being serious!” He complained recounting the story of how he never cooked in his kitchen after the time he burnt a pot of cooked pasta.

You shook your head half-amused, half-concerned as you placed your wine glass down “I’ll teach you to cook sometime.” Your offer lingered in the air making his cheeks grow warm at the thought of spending more time with you “you don’t have to do that.” He shook his head not wanting to have you see just how bad his skills in the kitchen were.

It was bad enough that he already had your lasagne engraved into his tastebuds forever, and that was something you said you just ‘threw together.’

But it seemed that you were on a different page as a lightbulb popped above your head “consider it a thank you for housing my ice cream.”Your offer made him nod as he scratched his beard “I’ll be gone for three months though.” His tone was disappointed as he was still trying to figure out how to approach his pretty neighbour, and to this day he swore he wouldn’t have if you hadn’t knocked on his door.

So call him stupid but he was willing to ask your electrician to come over and teach him how to blow a fuse, in the hopes of getting you over more.

You couldn’t help it as you looked around his living room “what is it that you do for a living?” The hockey memorabilia that lay scattered on the walls dawned on you. Yet it still didn’t occur to you that he could have been a hockey player, honestly you thought he was a fan.

After all, a lawyer wouldn’t exactly have court memorabilia just lying around…

It felt like the world stopped around him as you seemed to be the only person in the building who didn’t know who he was “i-i work in sports.” He watched tentatively, almost immediately assuming that he was caught “cool.” You shrugged growing distracted as the timer on the air fryer went off.

Like puzzle pieces falling into place Leon realised that he could have been screwed “I’ll get plates.” No Leon was definitely fucked.

𝙉𝙚𝙬𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨

Just like clockwork as Leon came back you had caught on to what his true profession. It had been weeks of teaching him how to cook but now after days of radio silence from you, Leon had to admit he was confused when you didn’t schedule a weekly cooking session.

So as he watched you walk back into your apartment he couldn’t help it when he practically followed you in “are you okay?” His face displayed amounts of concern, as his voice made you freeze

The truth was that you had known for weeks after a season highlights video popped up on YouTube where you learnt all about what he actually did. And at first you really didn’t care, but when you told your friends about it they considered it a red flag from the German.

So with the logic of if he was hiding his profession what else could he be hiding, had made you pull away “I’m fine Le.” You had shortened the boys name highlighting that you were irritated “you know you’re doing that thing when you lie.” He crossed his arms following you into your apartment.

It made you furrow your eyebrows “doing what?” You tapped your foot on the floor partly intrigued as to what he could have picked up on “you hollow out your cheeks when you’re hiding something.” It was something always had your parents knowing you were lying and part of you was amused that someone had brought it up after all of those years.

So as the small smile formed on your lips you finally broke “why didn’t you tell me?” You asked holding up a newspaper that’s front image was of him in his full hockey gear.

It was clear you were more confused than hurt or even irritated and that’s what stuck with the boy most “you gave me a chance to be just me.” His confession had you cursing yourself for opting to avoid him “look you will always be just you to me.” You watched his lips form into a smile at the words.

He nodded running his fingers through his hair “but if I am fully honest with you then I hope to get the same back.” Your words made his heart bloom with joy, he liked being just Leon to you.

𝙊𝙝 𝙞𝙩’𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨

The boys knew that something was going on with Leon. First it started with silent daydreams in the middle of team outings, before they knew it then Leon started feeling much happier. The grin that was left constantly left plastered on his face served as only one of the mere hints to the fact that he was clearly in love.

So as any good teammate would, the boys started with basic badgering. In the hopes of getting to know who the mystery girl was.

But what the didn’t expect was that they’d finally learn about you when Leon wasn’t even around “hi Lenny!” You grinned looking up from your clipboard to see one of your favourite patients with someone you had never met, his dad.

The widened eyes were a clear give away as he laughed “thought Lauren mention that I would bring him in today.” Connor laughed as he held his hand out for you to shake “No it’s just that Le made you seem shorter.” Your mouth was never one for keeping you in check and today seemed to be no different.

Now it was the boys turn to freeze “you’re the girl from next door with the ice cream?” It made total sense, Leon’s description of you was bang on, and as your cheeks shone a crimson shade of red you couldn’t deny it.

It made Connor laugh “I hope that it’s the only thing the bugger has shared.” Leon had watched you break a blender upon seeing a spider in it and eat a cake from the floor that you spent all week making.

Lenny reminded you that he was there was he let out a bark, making you crouch down to stroke him before you started your examination “it is but he is like so clearly adores you.” Connor had to admit the joy he got watching you hide your cheeks as you so clearly felt the same way.

It seemed that you weren’t going to remain a mystery girl to his teammates for long because by the next week, all of them were changing their dogs vets to you.

𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜

Years had gone by and Leon wished he could say that his curiosity about you had diminished. But as you integrated yourself further into his circle, he knew he was so incredibly screwed.

Day by day he was falling deeper in love with you “are you even listening to me?” Connor whined as he snapped his fingers in front of Leon’s face. It was the all stars break and as neither boy joined the list, they instead opted for a holiday in Mexico.

Leon practically begged you to come along as he didn’t want to third wheel, and knew that you deserved a break to be a good bit of company.

You were stood at the bar chatting away with some guy that nobody from the group had ever seen before “someone needs to remind him that he should go up and get her back.” Lauren smirked as she sat on her fiancés lap.

It made Leon roll his eyes “I am not jealous.” He shook his head cutting himself off when he heard you laugh “you sure about that?” The couple teased making him scoff.

Lauren knew all about how you were into the German as she had been up to be your shoulder to cry on during the many nights where he had left your apartment after making sure his outfits were good enough for the nights that he was going out on. His smiles and laughter as he spoke about the excitement of how a girl would invite him out for a night out as he prayed that you would ask him out.

You never thought that you’d ever see the girl outside of the center, but Lauren loved getting to know the girl who made Leon’s smile grow larger than she had ever known it to be.

As the blonde duo watched on they couldn’t help but smirk they watched him get up “you going to go get her?” Lauren couldn’t help but be somehow proud of herself as she had given you the confidence shot to get you over to the other guy.

Because of course whilst Leon had gone on these dates, you could never find yourself with the confidence to do it too. But at least this trip seemed to be your breaking free moment “maybe she needs someone to make sure she’s okay.” Leon shrugged as he looked to his took his jacket off knowing that he was going to completely over power the other guy in size and build.

Now Connor and Lauren would have totally be lying if they hadn’t rolled around to watch what happened in front of them “hey peach.” A chill came down your neck as you felt the Germans hand rest against your back.

It seemed that the American in front of you matched your expression “hey bro I didn’t know that she was taken.” As he raised his hands in surrender slowly backing away, your rambles of protest seemed to do nothing for him.

Leon realised that his hand was still on you as you turned to him “peach, really?” Laughter erupted from your lips as you shook your head “honestly it could have been buttercup.” He shrugged as you noticed the couple hide on their lounger when they saw you looking back at them.

You knew you couldn’t have been mad for too long “what was it about him that you hated so much?” Your question lingered in Leon’s mind as he sighed knowing that he couldn’t truly tell you what he thought. Because honestly, it was the fact that he hated how it was someone else who made you laugh the way he could. That was when he knew that he couldn’t try be with another woman ever again, you were all that he wanted.

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙛𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙆𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨

Valentine’s Day had always been a bit of an odd day for you. It wasn’t necessarily a sad day, but somehow your luck always meant you were home alone watching Netflix with a tub of ice cream as you waited for your dinner to arrive.

Even as it had been almost a year, your question from Mexico still lingered on his mind with every date night he got ready for, because you seemed to constantly plague his mind, even if you weren’t in his presence.

You had finally settled on the couch when a harsh knock came at the door “what the hell?” You mumbled letting go of the remote as you got up again “I’m coming!” You repeated assuming that it could have only been an irritated delivery man with your pizza.

Your wallet was in your hand as you made your way to the door “Leon?” You furrowed your eyebrows seeing him soaked from the pouring rain “you are going to catch a cold.” You clicked your tongue as you ushered him inside of your warm apartment.

Your eyes traveled down to the bouquet that he held in his hand which resulted in him panicking as he thrusted the roses into your chest “t-these are yours!” He stammered forgetting all about the words that he had come up with on his walk to the florist.

It made you softly smile sensing his nerves “what’s going on?” You asked letting the door shut behind him as your hand reached for his.

The gesture made his heart bloom “I hated that he was the one who made you laugh.” His confession made your eyebrows furrow as you cocked your head “I don’t follow.”

Leon took a step closer to you “in Mexico you asked me why I hated the guy that hit on you.” His calloused fingers were rough against your cheek as you tilted your head to him, leaning into his touch.

His breathing was heavy “I don’t like the fact that there gets to be a guy who makes your world whole and he isn’t me.” The words seemed as if they had the power to freeze time where it stood.

You felt nauseous thinking that this was all just a dream as your mind played tricks on you “why can’t it be you?” The question painted the walls as his ears ached his heart pounded so loudly.

But that was the question that remained unasked for all these seasons, why was it that two people fit so well together but couldn’t find a way beyond mere friends.

Each of your families knew the other and at this point everyone saw it as a mere matter of time until you guys would be more than just neighbours.

The answer was on Leon’s tongue but his lips stayed sealed as his mouth went dry “I want this but if you aren’t all in then I’d rather not lose you than get the joy of calling you mine.” You whispered shutting the gap between the both of you.

There lay the answer as the atmosphere suddenly became warmer around you both “please say it.” You pleaded bringing your hand up to cup his own cheek.

That was all it took to light what seemed like a fire beneath his ass “I’m yours forever and always.” Leon declared dipping his head down to let his lips brush against yours.

You swore that the harps played as you melted into his touch letting your body mould against his “shit that’s my pizza.” You pulled away from him hearing a knock at the door.

𝘼 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝘿𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙈𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙇𝙖𝙣𝙚

You swore you hadn’t dropped from cloud nine over the last twelve hours “you looking at it won’t make it any less real.” Leon smiled as he walked out of the bathroom “I just can’t believe we’re here.” Your cheeks grew sore because of how big your grin had been that day.

Leon had his towel loosely hung by his hips “and I wouldn’t change it for the world.” His voice was rough as he pressed a kiss against your shoulder “but I can’t believe you refused to join me in the shower.” He nipped at your skin, causing you to let out a gasp.

Your hand raised to softly hit his chest “well Mr Draisaitl you have to work for rewards like that.” It made him laugh as a knock came at the door “well I think that your husband deserves a treat Mrs Draisaitl.” The hockey player made his way to the door.

It made you grow confused as the sounds of someone calling “room service.” Came from the other side “thank you!” You watched as Leon shut the door bring what he ordered in.

There he held a tub of ice cream, the very same brand and flavour that you begged him to put into his freezer first all those years ago “you did not.” A laugh left your lips as he held out two spoons in the other hand.

The gap between you both closed to nearly nothing as he smiled “figured it was only right we started off marriage with how we started back then.” Leon placed it on the table next to you “what did I do to get a boy as sweet as you?” You asked as your arms wrapped around his neck so that you could peck his lips.

The comment made him scoff as he picked you up resulting in a squeal leaving your lips “don’t give me a chance to remind you that I am a man, peach.” Leon dropped you onto the bed as he crawled onto the mattress to join you.

Well it looked like that ice cream was going to have to wait.

Let’s just hope that it doesn’t melt this time.

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alchemistc · 5 months ago

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goon | bucktommy

THE HOCKEY AU HAS A PROLOGUE

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Tommy Kinard is hanging up his skates at the end of the season. It's time. He's ready to move on with his life. He's ready to give his knees a fucking break. The trade to the odds on favorite to win the damn thing this year is just another in a series of trades throughout his career that makes sense - he's there to allow a winning team to unload cap space, he'll get a couple minutes a night in the ramp up to playoffs, he'll retire without fanfare once the season is over. Coach Nash has other plans for him, and the team he's been traded to think he's the bees fucking knees. He's just trying to get through the rest of this season without dragging Evan Buckley into a closet and kissing him breathless.

Tommy’s a little out of breath. That’s to be expected, really — he’s been in town for a day and a half and there’s nothing quite like a practice at elevation with the fastest team in the league to cut his teeth on.

Hen eyes him up as he skates over to the bench to grab at a water bottle. She’s trying to her damndest to hide an amused grin, and failing miserably. “We keep oxygen tanks in medical,” she observes, a little sing-songy, and Tommy doesn’t bother to hide his rolling eyes or the tic in his jaw.

“I’m fine.”

Her face tells him everything he needs to know about how breathless that had sounded.

It’d been nice, finding a familiar face in the crowd after spending twenty minutes getting a tour of the practice facilities from the kid most of the league viewed with a kind of hushed reverence, save for the few who'd lived with the star power long enough to get used to it.

Tommy rarely got star-struck, anymore, but he hadn’t actually expected this years likely Hart recipient to be the first teammate to make contact; to swing by the hotel room to pick him up for practice when Tommy admitted he didn’t even have a rental yet, and he’d likely have to Uber; to walk him through and introduce him as teammates trickled in; to warn him ahead of time that eagle-eyed fans in the stands would definitely notice if his tape didn’t match the white socks still in their packaging laid out on the bottom shelf of the locker where they’d already printed off a name-card for him (”Here, I have an extra roll.”); to grin and shake his head a little when Tommy questioned exactly how many fans were likely to come to a weekday practice at the tail end of January.

Eight years out from the last time he’d seen Henrietta Wilson, calling out a red-faced AHL coach for throwing a kid back out on the ice with clear signs of a concussion, and she’s still not entertaining bullshit. “Okay, my conditioning could use some work.”

Eyebrow up over the rim of her glasses, she grabs for the water bottle and replaces it with a juicebox. Easiest ad placement since Gatorade made a name for themselves in dugouts and on sidelines, but Tommy’s got to admit it’s nice to have this shit so readily available. When he’d first been starting out, drinking anything but water (and maybe a beer between periods) had been considered pansy ass shit. “You’ll get used to the altitude. Not sure you’ll ever catch up to the pace.”

Tommy has no doubt. He hasn’t played against this specific configuration of this team, but they’ve been well known for their breakneck speed for years. He’s not an ungraceful man, but today he’s felt a bit like a baby giraffe trying to keep up with a pack of antelope, lumbering around with limbs that just won’t cooperate (and are probably gonna fucking cramp up the moment he stops moving) and lungs that aren’t taking in enough air to manage the bursts of speed these guys are executing like a light jog on a breezy spring day.

Tommy downs the electrolyte drink and takes a deep breath through his nose. “Why the fuck am I here, Hen?”

She purses her lips, tips her chin out in the general direction of where a few guys are still taking drills even as practice winds down. “Because these idiots are convinced they’re invincible, and no one has the heart to tell them talking shit to Trouba again is gonna end with one of them on a stretcher.”

Which — he’d known, in the abstract. Having an enforcer riding the bench for fifty plus minutes a night was an old school way of handling a small-light-fast team with just enough shit-talkers and star players to draw attention. Unexpected, in the current layout of the league, but not completely unbelievable. The GM had been a little shifty, yesterday, essentially reciting the same line as Hen but dressing it up in a whole lot of fancy front-office speak Tommy’s never really had the time for. He’s barely had a chance to talk to Nash, yet, but he’s sure he’ll hear echoes of it from his new head coach, too.

Tommy watches Diaz and Buckley taking turns blocking whiffle balls in front of the net; Chimney still taking drills at the net with their EBUG — McKinley had introduced him and wandered off to lace up his skates (”You can call me Nozzle,” the guy had told him, torso looking tiny in just his leg pads without his shell, too-long hair and that manic gleam in his eye that only goalies ever truly had, while Tommy listened to him talk about his plumbing apprenticeship and his daughter who loved hockey as much as her dad but wanted to be, of all things, a defenseman.); Greenway and Kinnunen taking shots from the circle getting increasingly more frustrated the longer Chim and Nozzle swapping in and out changes nothing about their ability to sneak the puck in five-hole.

There’s a palpable energy to this group. Something stirring in the air — between the single-minded focus of their stars, and the attentive way their third and fourth lines are still all out here after Nash had gathered them all in for an end-of-practice huddle, Tommy can feel the anticipation of more. More wins, more lessons, more conditioning, anything that will get this team past the second round with an eye toward the Cup. It’s been years since he’s been on a team with this much fucking focus.

Tommy eyes the fans still slowly trickling out from the bleachers — knows through word of mouth they’re likely gonna be sitting outside the parking lot waiting to see who’s gonna shift into park and lean out a window to sign some shit, talk to people for a minute or two. Kinda hopes McKinley’s still down to drive him back to his hotel so that he can watch some kid go feral when McKinley rolls down his window to greet him.

Well shit. If he’s gonna buy in, he might as well get a head start.

He turns back to Hen.

“Bunting never even got fined for that boarding call against Pannikar last year, did he?”

Hen grins. “No headshots, please.”

#bucktommy #bucktommy hockey au #bucktommy fic #tevan fic

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jamiedryssnail · 11 months ago

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Safe now

Love of my Life Au

Warnings : fighting, swearing, underage drinking, and attempted SA

He was 6,1 and on the hockey team guys knew to keep clear of him and his girl. Obviously he is the biggest sweetheart but if you didn’t know this well then good luck because he can be intimidating when he wants to.

He always has a need to hold her, go to the bathroom with her, get her drinks so they don’t get spiked. He is protective but he knows he needs to be because you don’t know what types you get at big parties like this.

He also knows that all the hockey boys will look out for each others girls. Madi especially I mean she is practically hockey royalty and they are all like her older brothers. There is also the factor that her brothers would kill you if anything happened to her. Now if you think Rutger looks intimidating try her three NHL player brothers Quinn, Jack, and Luke.

Mads was not drinking at all just Coke Zero for her. She is a very serious athlete and her mum Ellen always said athletes don’t drink in the season. This came as more of a suggestion to her brothers ( jack ) but she took it to heart. Always wanting to perform her best and not take any chances of being sick, dehydrated, or tired.

Hence why Rut thought it was fine for her to go to the bathroom by herself. She hadn’t been drinking and the bathroom was in view from we’re they were standing, talking to Mark and Ethan. “Just meet me right back here as soon as you are done” he noted as he was very cautious of his girl. “It’s one of the biggest parties of the year who knows who is here mads, ok” he says making his point clear.

If it was any other party he would have been fine and more at ease. But Michigan had just won the rose bowl so it was hectic and everyone was there drunk off their asses. He had heard of many cases at parties like this of girls getting spiked or assaulted by guys. “Ok baby I’ll be quick, then maybe we could head home yeah” she said in a suggestive tone. Mads wondered off into the crowd seeing the huge line for the bathroom. There had to be at least twelve people ahead of her.

As she waited in the line she saw Dylan duke her long time best friend. “Dyl, we’re have you been all night” she asked knowing just why he had been preoccupied. “Oh shut up she is pretty ok and she thinks I’m hot” “Sure, Dylan” she joked.

As they chit chatted she gave rut a little wave before he looked away smiling re entering the conversation he was having.

“Oh my god what are these people doing in the bathroom” She exclaimed obviously busting to pee. “Mads don’t wait in this queue just go upstairs, it’s what I’ve been using”. Dylan says directing her

Unsure Madi made her way upstairs passing a few couples that couldn’t seem to wait til they got home to get with each other. As she made her way to the top she looked in a few rooms for a free bathroom. Accidentally walking in on a few couples getting at it she got a few ‘what the hell’s’ and ‘do you minds’. She finally found a free one and quickly used it.

Quickly using it and then touching up her makeup for the night ahead with rut she opened the door ready to go downstairs. As she started walking out she saw a guy she had never seen before looking directly at her. “Hey Mads right?” He asked “It’s Madison.” She said sternly trying to get out of there as soon as possible. She so did not feel like having a conversation with a gross stranger who obviously just wanted to get in her pants. Mads tried to exit but he grabbed her arm and whispered in her ear “ I don’t really care what your name is or how you say it you have a decent rack so you better shut the fuck up” Madi then trying to scream and kick her way out causing some kind of attention.

The guy put her hand over her mouth and dragged her back into the bathroom locking the door. She tried to fight back but he wasn’t budging instead hitting her in the face making her drowsy. She kept trying to push him away but he was a big dude and was to strong.

As she felt the blood start drip down from the top of her face she couldn’t help but cry.

Rutgers Pov,

“Hey has anyone seen Mads”

He had been asking everyone at the party for the last ten minutes.

“Rut hey dude mads just went to the toilet upstairs”

“Alone are you fucking with me” he said fuming at Dylan for even thinking that was ok. Rutger knows what guys are like and he was ready to beat the shit out of anyone.

Rutger rushed upstairs and searched everywhere to find one bathroom door locked. He banged on it then to hear Madi’s soft pleas to stop and get off her.

“Open up you asshole” Rutger screamed he swore the whole party had heard him but he didn’t care, he just wanted to hold mads. Luckily the guy had only just locked the door so nothing major had happened.

Finally the guy opened up the door expecting some guy who drank to much beer and needed the restroom. Before he knew it there was a guy jumping on him punching him repeatedly until he had blood all over his face. “Fucking touch her again and I’ll fucking kill you” he yelled like someone had died. Luca and Dylan seeing this run to pull Rut off the guy, then something catches ruts eyes. Madi standing frail and scared a few feet away. He goes to hold her and then sees blood. She has a cut on her upper eyebrow.

“You son of a bitch you laid hands on my girl” Rutger yells knowing he can’t do anything because he has to hold mads. “Oh fuck off as if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack”. Then the guy spoke up again “she’s a slut you know what have ur hooker looking girlfriend”. At this point Rutger was beyond pissed he couldn’t believe his ears.

“Fucking say it again I dare you” “As if you’d be dating her if she wasn’t a Hughes and didn’t have a rack she’s a good hit admit it” Rutger then decided to leave it until he heard a “Yea go have my sloppy seconds I got to her first tonight” and with that the guy was almost passed out on the floor from another hit. Luca lunges to towards him telling him to leave before they call the cops.

“Oh my girl you poor thing come here” rut says to mads. “I’m sorry for not being there I’m horrible” he whispers. “No Rut you were there don’t blame yourself for others actions, please baby”. Madi said

Rutger and Mads slowly walk down stairs trying to exit the house and get back to someone’s dorm. He did not let go of her at all after that. Finally finding the front yard Rutger picks her up and puts her in his car. “Oh sweet girl I’m never going to let anyone hurt you again”.

When they get to Madi’s dorm Rutger grabs the first aid kit Madi uses to clean him up after he gets into fights at games. He carefully dabs a cotton bud and some disinfectant oil for her cut. He then fixes himself up knowing his girl is to tired to do it for him like usual.

Rutger helps madi out of her little dress and into one of her (his) shirts and his boxers. He can’t help at smile at his beautiful girl almost drowning in his clothes.

After they both get into comfy clothes they find themselves cuddled up in bundles of blankets and pillows holding each other. Rutger is just happy she is safe now, and when I tell you he will never let her go again i mean never. He is walking her to and from every class, holding her tightly at parties, and taking her to her training. Anyway let’s just say Rut is content but also not looking forward to her brothers finding out especially jack.

#*𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐦𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐮*#rutger mcgroarty #rutger mcgroarty au #rutger mcgroarty x reader #rutger x madi #rutger mcgroarty imagines #umich hockey #luca fantilli #luca fantilli x reader #dylan duke #Dylan duke x reader #mark estapa #ethan edwards #hughes sister #hughes brothers #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes

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mattsmunchkin · 5 months ago

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the alchemy.

kk harvey X reader

warnings: cussing, use of y/n

author’s note: this is my first time writing ff so please bare with me and PLEASE give me feedback! i’m currently obsessed with kk harvey so expect more of these. also, give me ideas!!

disclaimer: i saw one like this about paige bueckers but i cannot remember the name of the author. i was planning on writing this before i discovered her fic so please don’t think that i copied them in ANY way!!

this happens once every few lifetimes.

you and kk have been dating for about 7 months.

you were freshly out of a toxic relationship when you met. obviously you weren’t ready for any kind of commitment at the time, as you were too scared you’d be caught in toxicity once again.

you originally found her on tiktok and immediately started following her and keeping up with her. she took the step and reached out to you. and the rest is history.

the hospital was a drag, worst sleep that i ever had. i circled you on a map. i haven’t come around in so long, but i’m coming back so strong.

that was over two years ago. now you’re sitting in the bleachers of the ice rink about to watch your girlfriend and her team play in the national championship.

you’re sat with your best friend as you watch the players skate around the rink. you’re wearing the badgers hockey hoodie kk had given you when you moved to california for school.

you originally told kk you wouldn’t be able to make it. you had a final coming up that would make or break if you passed the class or not. obviously she was upset, this was the biggest game of her career and her girlfriend wouldn’t be there to witness it. not to mention you also live across the country studying political science at ucla. so she rarely gets to see you anyways.

“are you sure you can’t make it up somehow?” her tone desperate as she tries to find a solution.

“i wish there was a way baby. i tried so hard but there’s no way i can make it.” you say, fighting back tears. you hated missing something so important to her.

“i’ll play extra hard for you love,” she says after a pause, “i’m bringing that trophy home for you.”

you smile as a tear falls down your cheek.

“i’m so proud of how far you’ve come caroline. i know you’ll make me and your team proud.” you hear a sniffle through the phone. good to know this was equally hard for both of you.

what she didn’t know was that your professor had canceled the final. the reason being he “forgot to make it.” when you found out you immediately booked a flight to madison for the game.

you decided not to tell kk and to keep it a surprise. knowing it would either cheer her up if they lost or make the win just that much better.

the buzzer loudly sounds, indicating that opening remarks are about to begin.

she hasn’t spotted you yet. her being too focused on the game and you hidden in the chaos of the stands.

the national anthem ends and you notice her kiss her hand and touch the heart pin on the front of her jersey. you had bought it for her a couple of months ago and she promised to wear it to every game.

cause the sign on your heart said it’s still reserved for me.

the periods go by painfully slow as both teams ruthlessly try to be the first to score. it’s nearing the end of the game and you’re starting to get nervous if they’re gonna pull through. you see kk getting frustrated at her failed attempts to score.

you know she is trying her best as you watch her play the hardest she ever has. living up to the promise she made you on that phone call.

the clock is ticking and kk is put in to what might be her last play of the season.

“holy shit i can’t watch.” you cover your eyes just to uncover them immediately after. you’re standing up, anxious as ever.

“y/n, it’s fine they got this. you know they do.” your friend says from beside you as she grabs your hand. you squeeze it as you watch kk skate towards the goal with the puck.

“come on caroline.” you say to yourself, watching her intently.

you hold your breath as she shoots it into the net, making it past the goalie.

you immediately jump up and yell as you watch kk’s teammates rush over to her in a fit of cheers and chants. they lift her up and the crowd erupts. you grab your friend in a hug and tears fill your eyes. you can see the smile on kk’s face from the bleachers.

your friends lift you up over their heads. cheers chanted, cause they said there was no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league.

the award ceremony is quick as they hand out trophies and mvp award. kk obviously winning it.

by that time you made your way down by the glass of the rink. the crowd erupts again as the badgers lift up the national championship trophy towards the stands.

kk spots you and the smile on her face somehow grows bigger than it already was.

she skates towards the door in front of you and swings it open as she takes you in her arms. she hugs you as if she was never letting go.

“how the hell did you get here? what about your final?”

“don’t worry about it baby it all worked out.” you hug her back like she was oxygen. she lets out a breathless laugh as she squeezes your waist.

“thank you so much for coming and flying across the country. thank you for everything.” she says as her voice cracks.

“i’m so proud of you caroline. i hope you know that” her arms tighten around you. she needed to hear that.

you let go and look around, a confused look on your face.

“where’s the trophy?” you look back at her. her eyes never leaving you.

“i got the only prize i need right here.”

who are we to fight the alchemy?

#kk harvey #caroline harvey #hockey #wisconsin hockey #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #the alchemy #wlw #fanfic #Spotify

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prettytoxicrevolver · 5 months ago

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Summer Vacation | Juraj Slafkovský

wc. 7k

You spend your summer vacation with Juraj

an. This is my submission for @wyattjohnstons summer fic exchange! This is dedicated to the lovely @lam-ila!! My fellow Connecticut resident, I hope you enjoy it!

P.S. there's a lot of Slovak translated horribly from google but most of it is just pet names and one swear word

Your last week of work was utter chaos.

The Canadiens hadn’t made the playoffs this year, something that had been known for a bit, but everyone was still running around trying to close up shop before the off season started. You were wrapping up all things social media, planning the last few things that need to be posted, filmed, or any photoshoots to keep fans engaged while waiting for the next season.

“Are you going to the end of the season party?”

You look over at your coworker, grinning widely at the mention of the end of season party. You had been working for the Canadiens for the past two years and last year's party was the most fun you had all year long. It wasn’t just the party with the entire staff, team, club managers, and so on, but also the annual after party hosted at one of the players houses where only a select few get to go. You were shocked when you were invited, but had so much fun and couldn’t wait for the one this year.

“Hell yeah. Are you excited for the party at Josh’s after?” your coworker Courtney was your closest friend in Montreal second only to Juraj Slafkovsky. She was invited to last years after party as well and that’s when the two of you bonded.

“Fuck yes,” she exclaims and you laugh lightly.

The rest of the work day flows by quickly and you say your goodbyes and see you next season to those not able to attend the party the next day. Just as you’re leaving the building, you hear someone yell out your name across the parking lot. You turn, finding Juraj walking towards you and you can’t help the smile that crawls onto your lips.

“Need a ride to the party tomorrow?” you ask him when he approaches you and he shakes his head. “Good cause Arber is driving me anyway,” you explain and Juraj laughs.

“I’m not ready for the season to be over,” Juraj admits as you two slowly walk towards your car.

“But, you get to spend the entire offseason with me,” you tell him, grinning widely again and bumping your shoulder against him. His strong hockey trained body barely moves at your touch and you’re still shocked every time you realize how incredibly muscular the boy who is a year younger than you is.

“Very true,” he murmurs and you stop short at your car.

“See you tomorrow?”

“Drive safe,” he responds, and you nod before getting in your car and starting it up. Your heart seems to thrum along with your engine and you try to tamp down the smile that hasn’t let up since Juraj called your name.

You and Juraj met two years ago when he was drafted to the Montreal Canadiens. You were actually one of the first people he met that draft day. You were head of the social media and content department for the team and had spent the day taking pictures and videos, setting up interviews, and capturing the most important moments of the day.

You were the youngest member of your entire department and always had big shoes to fill. The draft day was one of the biggest days of the year in the hockey world so you were rightfully running around like a mad woman to get everything done. Amongst the chaos, you had managed to step away for a moment and as you walked out of the conference room, you literally ran straight into Juraj.

You congratulated him on the draft and mentioned that you’d be working together technically for however long he would be on the team. The two of you clicked instantly, your personalities meshing well together and some of your biggest perks about your job became Juraj working there as well now.

Since day one, you had always carried a small crush on the budding star player of the habs. You loved his drive, how hockey was everything to him and he was always working to do better and connect with his team. He was sweet and kind and hilarious and you had grown fond of your close friendship. However, you valued your job and didn’t want to risk anything so you stayed close friends even though that tiny crush reared its head more often than not.

The next day, Arber swings by your apartment and drives the two of you over to the end of season party. Every year it was held at the exact same banquet on the water. They rented out the main building for the dinner, left room outside for those who wanted to eat, drink, dance, and enjoy the overall beautiful weather. When you get there, the party is in full swing and you’re swept up into it all.

Hours pass as you eat dinner, chat politely with coworkers you didn’t know too well, drink several glasses of what you assume is expensive wine and laugh loudly with your friends. Around nine pm, the banquet staff start ushering everyone out so with a quick goodbye, most of us head straight over to Josh’s house for the after party.

The drive to Andy’s house is 10 minutes but when you and Arber pull up, the house is already booming. You both head inside excitedly and the minute you step through the door, someone is calling your name.

“(y/n)!!!” you hear just before you’re being lifted off the ground and suddenly carried through the house.

“Put me down Josh!” you yell, trying to slap his back but a drunk Josh is never quite deterred and when he finally sets you down you realize he has placed you right in front of the beer pong table he set up.

“Oh come on,” you complain but there’s a hint of a smile in your annoyance.

“One game, we need to kick Juraj and Kaiden’s asses,” Josh tells you and you roll your eyes but nod in agreement.

You don’t know how or when it happened, but sometime during college you realized you were weirdly good at beer pong. You didn’t care much for the drink and only played occasionally but when you destroyed quite literally everyone at the game last year at the after party, you became somewhat of a legend. It was no surprise Josh dragged you right on over to the table without a second thought.

You look across the table to see Kaiden trying to explain the game to Juraj and you smile as his eyes squint, his focus lasered in on the task ahead. Even at a party he could be so serious sometimes and the thought makes your heart flip and your stomach dip in a light laugh, the one that escapes when you love someone so much that it’s ridiculous.

“Gotta do better than that (y/l/n)!” Kaiden teases when you’ve taken your third shot of the game.

“Really? Cause two more throws and you’re out of the game,” you call back and Josh nods in agreement.

Unfortunately, you take two more shots before you finally sweep Juraj and Kaiden. The two end up getting iced as their punishment and you clap with satisfaction when they’re finished.

“You want another drink?” Juraj asks when he throws out the smirnoff ice bottle and you nod.

You two head towards the drinks area and you go searching for a seltzer while Juraj hangs back. Once you find the one you want, you turn and offer him one but he shakes his head. Andy was keeping all the drinks outside in coolers so the summer air brushed against your skin in a delightful breeze as you leaned against the porch railing.

“Excited for your first summer in America?” you ask Juraj.

Juraj Slafkovský has never had a “proper American summer” experience.

He never had any reason to really. Growing up in Slovakia and always coming home during the off seasons he had no real reason to stay in the states. Especially with how little he saw his family? He never passed up the chance to go home.

However, he knew he wanted to be back in Montreal early before training camp started so he could get used to the Canadian customs all over again. He had been living in Montreal for two years now and some things still seemed to manage to throw him off.

And when you offered up your home in Connecticut as a refuge he couldn’t pass up the offer. He was secretly even hoping that he might finally get the courage to ask you out or make a move. He knew he was somewhat stuck in the friend zone right now and wanted a good opportunity out.

“We better do all these American customs I don’t know,” he tells you and you grin mischievously.

“You sure you can keep up?”

“With you? Easy,” he says, determination in his eyes and the intensity makes your heart swoop.

By 3 am, you’re wasted and incoherent and Arber takes this as the sign to haul you back to your apartment. You “fight” him the whole way, promising you really weren’t that drunk but it was clear you were and that you had started to overstay your welcome at Andy’s house.

Arber makes sure you’re safely tucked into bed, phone plugged in on the nightstand, water and aspirin next to it, a trashcan next to your bed just in case, before heading back to his apartment. You’re passed out pretty much the minute your head hits the pillow and fall into a dreamless sleep.

What you think is the next morning, you wake up to your phone ringing impossibly loud next to your head. With as much grace as someone so incredibly hungover it’s embarrassing can, you shut the ringer off. However, it starts up again and this time you drag the phone close to your face to realize someone is calling you.

“Hello?” you murmur and flinch at the sound of your own voice.

“Dobré popoludnie drahá,” Juraj greets and you pull your phone away, squeezing your eyes shut in an attempt to force the ache away from your head.

“Please stop yelling,” you mumble out and Juraj chuckles happily on the other end, finding some amusement at your hangover.

“It’s 2 pm. I wanted to know if you’re alive,” he explains.

“I’m not,” you mutter.

“Well I’m coming over.”

Before you can protest, desperately wanting to save yourself from the embarrassment of your crush seeing you like this, he hangs up the phone and you’re left knowing he’ll be at your apartment any minute.

You must have fallen asleep again, because the next thing you know your door is being slammed shut and you flinch at the noise, knowing that it probably isn’t that bad but your headache was trying to kill you.

“Zlatko?” Juraj’s voice calls.

You listen as he wanders into your apartment, heading for your bedroom door. He knocks as quietly as he can, the first semi normal sound you can handle and when you groan in response he opens the door.

“You look like shit,” he tells you honestly, walking in and sitting on your bed.

“Thank you,” you respond sarcastically.

“Come on. Let’s go get food.”

Juraj helps you get up, gives you space to go to the bathroom and change your outfit. He comes in a few minutes later when you’re wrestling with your hair and you sigh, frustrated.

“Can I?” he asks sweetly and you nod.

He sweeps your hair to rest behind your shoulders before taking it in his hands and raking it upwards. Your eyes close automatically at the feeling of his hands on you and you stifle a quiet sigh. He pulls the front of your hair back, his fingers like heaven on your scalp before grabbing your scrunchie and tying your hair into a bun.

“Good?” he asks and his voice snaps you out of it, your eyes opening to see a messy bun and you nod.

Your eyes connect in the mirror and the moment is so domestic it breaks both of you from it, the nerves getting to you. You both finally head out, deciding to just grab some fast food and you both relax in Juraj’s car, munching away and talking aimlessly about your summer plans.

After dinner, Juraj walks you back up to your apartment and you lean against the door to face him.

“See you tomorrow?” you ask and he grins.

“Bright and early,” he says and you smile back.

This boy would be the death of you.

Thankfully, the next morning you wake up on time and head over to Juraj’s apartment. You decided forever ago it would be easier to take your car down to Connecticut. When you pull up to his building at 9 am sharp, the young Slovak is already standing outside, bags packed and ready to be shoved in the trunk of your car.

You take the first shift of the drive, the whole thing taking about six hours, and for the first one you and Juraj chat away about anything and everything. Three hours in and Juraj takes over the rest of the drive and by the time you finally get to your childhood home, it’s dinner time. You guys grab fast food again, quickly devouring it in your car before finally getting to your house.

“Mom? Dad?” you yell when you open the door and you hear the familiar bark of your dog and you smile.

“Princess!” your mom greets, running out from the kitchen to wrap you up in a tight hug.

You introduce your parents to Juraj and they smile politely before the two of you head upstairs and settle in your separate rooms. The minute you drop your bags down, you’re headed back to the guest room and off to bother Juraj.

“Okay so,” you say, collapsing onto his bed and he looks over at you with a slight smile.

“I’m craving ice cream,” you tell him and he smiles widely at you.

“Would you like to go get ice cream?”

You end up at the local ice cream shop that you swear you frequented practically every night when you were a kid during the summer.

“What’s cookie monster?” Juraj asks from next to you, squinting up at the handwritten menu.

You turn to look at him and he looks utterly lost as he stares at the foreign ice cream flavors. In his defense, a lot of small town ice cream places had weird names for flavors so you weren’t shocked by the question.

“Cookie monster is an animal, no? From Sesame Street?” He continues and when a small laugh escapes your lips he’s smiling like he won the lottery.

“I’m not sure how to explain it,” you start and Juraj turns to you, waiting for your answer. “It’s basically vanilla ice cream dyed blue with chocolate chip cookies crumbled into it.”

Juraj nods, turning to look back at the board. You try to focus too, but his nearness distracts you. Your stupid crush on the young Slovak was rearing its ugly head and every time he was near you you had to be extra careful not to stumble over your words like a fool.

“What do you usually get?” Juraj asks.

“Cotton candy,” you reply, grinning when his face pinches into one of confusion.

Just as you’re about to elaborate, the two of you are called up next in line. You’re about to order when Juraj starts talking, the young girl taking your order smiling shyly at the taller boy.

“Two orders of cotton candy,” he says.

“One in a cone and one in a cup,” you chime in and the girl nods happily before turning away to get your sweet treat.

“Cone and cup?” Juraj asks.

As the girl scoops your dessert, you explain to Juraj that when you were younger, you always ordered a vanilla and chocolate twist in a cone. However, one night on the beach, your ice cream melted all in your hands and then you touched your hair, leaving you a sticky and crying mess. Ever since then, you have been ordering your ice cream in a cup.

The two of you pay before heading outside to the picnic tables placed in front of the shop. You’re about to take a seat at the farthest table when Juraj finally takes a bite of his ice cream and hums in a happy approval.

“This is good!” he exclaims and you grin.

“Cheers,” you tell him, bumping your ice cream together and Juraj takes his seat across from you.

“So this,” he starts and you look at him expectantly. “Is part of an American summer?”

“The best part, some might argue,” you say, taking a bite of your ice cream and smiling around the sweet contents.

You continue to chat and eat your ice cream and by the time the two of you are headed home, the place is deserted. Your childhood home reflects the late time, the lights out and your dog snoozing happily in his crate. You and Juraj sneak upstairs but when you get to your bedroom door, you pause and look over at him.

“Thanks for coming home with me,” you whisper, feeling brave in this darkness.

Even though Juraj can’t exactly make out your figure, he sees your gentle smile, the way you cross your arms and pop out your hip to stand comfortably. His mind flashes with the thought that he wants to step forward, invade your space, ruin that perfect stance, pull you into his arms, kiss you gently like he always wanted to.

“Goodnight moja láska,” he murmurs instead and your cheeks flush at his native language rolling off his tongue.

“Goodnight.”

The first week of summer break is slow and yet busy all at once. You and Juraj end up sleeping in practically every single day, waking up at 11 or later and lounging around the house until one of you gets bored and wants to go do something or until it’s too late and you already need to go back to sleep again.

However, it’s Friday and your friends have been raving about coming to hangout again after not seeing you since last summer. You decided on a bonfire weeks ago, inviting everyone who you want to see and even some of the Canadiens players since they had time to stop by Connecticut before jetting off to vacation or back home.

You run around like a mad woman all day long, cleaning up the house, getting the drinks and snacks ready and setting up the backyard. Juraj tries to help as much as possible but it’s hard when you’re a whirlwind who often insists on doing everything yourself. Still, he helps out where he can and you’re grateful when your friends start to show up.

“(y/n)!!” you hear your childhood best friend's voice roar from behind you and you whip around just as she rams into you in a tight hug.

“Hi!!” she yells loudly into your ear and you’re grinning so wide it hurts.

“Hi!! I missed you!!”

You two break apart and when she looks over your shoulder you turn to see Juraj smiling widely at the two of you. You reach back and grab his hand, pulling him next to you before looking back at your best friend.

“Juraj, this is Courtney, Courtney this is Juraj.”

Juraj reaches a hand out, telling her that it’s nice to meet her and Courtney not so subtly gives him a once over, a knowing smile growing on her lips. You excuse the two of you, dragging Courtney around to meet Cole, Nick, and Arber as well before you and Courtney grab some food and finally sit down to catch up.

“So how long have you had a crush on tall, brunette, and beautiful over there?” she asks bluntly, nodding her head in Juraj’s direction where his head is tipped back in a wonderful beaming smile.

“2 years?” you tell her, knowing there was no use in hiding the fact that you probably looked at Juraj like he was the sun and you needed him to live.

“And you still haven’t told him?” she asks and you shake your head.

The great thing about Courtney? She doesn’t push. She definitely would have more to say about you and Juraj, but she’s an excellent people reader. She knew you and Juraj would be incredibly cute together, knew he probably liked you as much as you liked him, and knew that you both were too nervous to make a move.

“Hey do me a favor?” Courtney asks and you turn to look at her, breaking out of your trance. “No matter what, keep being friends with him okay? I can tell he’s good for you. He makes you happy.”

Before you can even process what Courtney said, she stands and makes her way back inside the house. It takes you a moment to break from your thoughts and you do when the habs players come sit around you, talking about the rest of their summer plans and quizzing you and Juraj about what you’re going to do.

Eventually, the bonfire winds down, only a few people left until it’s just you and Juraj. You sit on one of the loungers, relaxing back on it as the fire slowly dies in front of you due to the wind.

“Moja láska?” Juraj calls and you look over to him.

“It’s cold and it’s late. Let’s go to bed.”

You know the wording is innocent but your heart doesn’t recognize that. You nod, standing and throwing some water on the fading fire before meeting Juraj at the sliding glass door. He lays his hand on the small of your back, leading you upstairs and that familiar spark of nerves flies through you. Just like the night before, you both end up at your doors, Juraj leans against his, his lean and tall body relaxed in the space.

You want to close the distance, invade his space until he’s towering over you, slip your arms around his neck and pull him close. You find yourself leaning forward, about to take a step when you see Juraj move his hand to the doorknob of his room and you stop.

“Goodnight,” he murmurs quietly and you smile.

“Goodnight.”

Ever since the bonfire the summer has moved slowly. Your days continue on, sleeping in, late nights, swimming in your pool, reading, and hanging out with Juraj. It was the most lowkey summer you have had in a while and you’ve loved every second of it.

“(y/n)!!” your mom yells from downstairs. You get up, reaching the top of the stairs and look down to see her standing there with one hand on the banister.

“Grab Juraj and come down please?”

You knock on Juraj’s door and tell him to come downstairs. The two of you meet your parents in the kitchen and you wait expectantly for them to explain why they needed the two of you.

“So, our vacation to your grandparents house is next week,” your mom reminds you and you nod.

“Juraj, we would love for you to come with us to the lake house,” she says and Juraj turns to look at you, almost asking if it’s okay for him to come with.

“You have to come with us,” you tell him and he smiles.

“I would love to.”

Every summer you and your family head up to your grandparents house in Ottawa for a week or more to see your extended family. You get to go swimming and boating on the lake, bonfires, ice cream, shopping, everything a perfect summer makes up and you get to see your favorite cousins that you definitely don’t get to see enough.

“Juraj!! Let’s go!!” you yell obnoxiously up the stairs. It was early in the morning, the drive to Ottawa taking about eight hours and Juraj was taking forever to drag his bags downstairs and make his way out to the car.

Finally, he makes his way down and the sleep in his eyes is contagious and you find yourself fighting off a yawn. You smile widely at him, leaning down to grab your bags as well and Juraj shakes his head, instantly making his way over to you and pushing your hands away.

“No let me,” he says and you stand up straight, giving him a playful glare.

“I can carry my bags,” you tell him and he offers a genuine smile that makes your heart race.

“I know.”

He throws a wink in your direction, hoisting all of the bags onto his back/shoulder and heading to the car. Your heart drops and crawls its way back up your body until it rests correctly in your chest. After a moment, you finally are able to move, heading to the car and hopping into the backseat with Juraj joining you a moment later.

“Scooch,” Juraj tells you and you smile moving over but your bodies crash into each other anyway. You decide to take the leap, leaning into him and resting your head onto his shoulder.

“Ready?” your dad asks, turning to peek at you and Juraj.

When he sees the two of you cuddled up together he can’t help but smile, leaving the two young ones in the back to rest and starts the drive with your mom in the passenger seat. It doesn’t take you long, five minutes max, really, for you to fall back asleep. Even with your rapidly beating heart threatening to keep you awake.

About half way through the drive you’re finally fully awake and truly bored. You look over at Juraj who has his headphones popped in and a movie playing on his phone. You lean over, snatching one of his headphones out of his ear and placing it in yours. Juraj doesn’t even flinch, just grins widely, his heart kicking around violently in his chest when he realizes you’ve moved close to him again.

“What are you watching?”

“Scream?” he questions, checking the title of the movie.

“Ooh I love this movie.”

You’ve officially relaxed into Juraj, your head back on his shoulder and his headphone in your ear. Juraj takes a chance, wrapping an arm around your waist and letting his fingers relax against your hip. His touch leaves a lick of flame on your body that doesn’t seem to go away until you guys make it to the lake house. It’s late and the rest of your extended family is already asleep so you guys head straight into the house, dropping your bags and falling asleep in your respective rooms.

“(y/n)!! (y/n), (y/n), (y/n)!!!!”

Your eyes crack open slowly and you lift a hand to rub the crust away and blink until you can finally see. You look next to your bed, your youngest cousin standing there with the biggest smile on her face you’ve ever seen.

“Emma!” you cheer, dragging her up onto your bed and hugging her tight against you.

“(y/n)! I! Can’t! Breathe!” she exclaims dramatically and you let go with a laugh.

“So,” she says, tilting her head shyly and you stare at her waiting. “Did you bring a boy with you?”

“And who told you that?”

“Alex,” she admits guiltily and you grin knowing your teenage cousin's habit of getting into everyone’s business no matter what.

“His name is Juraj,” you say, pronouncing his name slowly and Emma mouths his name after you say it.

“He’s cute!” Emma exclaims and you look at her with a tilted head.

“How did you-”

“He’s downstairs!!”

You’re quick to move, scooping Emma up into your arms and rushing out of your bedroom. You jog down to the kitchen and find Juraj sitting there enjoying his breakfast with the rest of your family milling around or eating with him.

“See,” Emma whispers into your ear and you smile. “He’s cute.”

You turn to look at Juraj, mouthing a hi to your best friend and he smiles, waving and Emma is quick to tuck her face into your neck and hide from the young hockey player. You can’t help but laugh, prying the young girl from your body and placing her on the ground before going to take your seat next to Juraj.

“Good morning miláčik,” he greets and you smile.

“Wait,” your cousin Alex pipes up from the other side of the kitchen table. “What did you just call her?”

“Uhm, I said ‘friend’ in Slovak,” Juraj explains but his face has a bright red tint to his cheeks that you want to question but can’t because Alex is already asking another question.

“How many languages do you know?”

Alex and Juraj go back and forth for a bit, Juraj doing his best to answer the questions from your teenage cousin. When you realize you’re not going to get anywhere with the two of them yapping away, you decide to go make breakfast.

“I thought Alex didn’t like him.”

You look up from your book to see your cousin Olivia coming to sit down next to you on the private beach in front of your grandparents house.

“You know Alex,” you tell her, casting your gaze over to the two boys swimming in the lake, splashing each other with water and talking about whatever.

“So,” Olivia drawls, looking over at you.

“Yes?” you ask, knowing her tone of voice means more than she’s letting you on.

“You and Juraj?”

“We’re not-”

“No I know,” she amends and you raise an eyebrow at her. “But you obviously like him.”

“How do you do that?” you ask. Olivia had seen you and Juraj exchange two words and the girl could already tell your feelings for him.

“He also obviously likes you,” she says like it’s a no brainer and you should have known this already.

The rest of the week is perfect, spending time with your extended family, enjoying the moments you had with them since it was so limited throughout the year. Juraj gets along with your entire family and the idea makes your heart sing happily every time you think about it. Your grandparents loved him, smiling fondly whenever they saw the two of you interacting and offering knowing looks to your parents.

The last day has come and gone and it’s far too early in the morning once again for you to be awake. Your cousins had left the day before and now you were saying goodbye to your grandparents.

Your grandma envelopes you in a hug, pulling back just slightly until her lips are next to your ear.

“I better be around for the wedding,” she whispers and when you pull all the way back to look at her she grins mischievously.

“I’ll keep you updated,” you tell her with a wink and she grins.

There was only one week of summer vacation left.

You can’t help but think that this had gone way too fast and you weren’t ready to go back to Montreal just yet. You were enjoying your little universe with Juraj, away from the chaos of work, the prying eyes of his teammates and your coworkers, and the general fact that this was the most time you had ever really gotten with Juraj. Ever since coming home from Ottawa with the approval of your extended family, you couldn’t help but think about telling Juraj about your feelings practically every single day. However, something always seemed to stop you each time.

With three days left, you finally devise a plan. Juraj had never really been to an American theme park and you hadn’t been to six flags in months. You loved going to the park at least once every summer when you were a kid. Truthfully you were terrified of roller coasters growing up until your friends dragged you on the most baby coaster possible before working up to the worst coaster. Ever since, you were still nervous about going on coasters but felt better when someone was with you.

“Juraj!!” you yell loudly, knocking on his door and when he calls out back, you swing open the door.

“Get dressed in something you’d be comfortable walking in all day and meet me in the car.”

Without waiting for an answer, you grab your bag and head downstairs to your car. You wait for about five minutes before Juraj hops in your car, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt with nikes on as well.

“Where are we going?” he asks when you put your car in drive.

“It’s a surprise,” you smile mischievously and Juraj just smiles back at you.

It takes about an hour to get there and when Juraj sees the first roller coaster towering in the air he turns to you in his seat.

“A theme park?” he asks and you nod excitedly.

“What ride first?” Juraj asks when you’re through the gates and heading towards the middle of the theme park.

“Come on,” you say, grabbing his hand in yours and racing off to your favorite ride in the park, pandemonium.

Thankfully, the wait isn’t too terribly long and a quick 20 minutes later the two of you are next up. You watch as Juraj peers at the ride, a look of confusion when he sees that the seats are two a piece and face inward towards each other, unlike most coasters.

“Ready?”

“We’re not going uh backwards correct?” he asks almost nervously and you can’t help but be astonished by seeing Juraj Slafkovský nervous about something like this.

“It’s tradition!” you tell him excitedly and Juraj sports a look of worry as you take his hand once more and drag him into the seat.

You two strap yourselves in, holding your arms up for the attendant to check and as you drop them, Juraj catches your hand in his, intertwining your fingers and offering a squeeze that travels lightening up your arm and through your body with a soft tingle.

“Moja láska?” he asks and you turn to see the worry in his eyes. “Where’s the drop?”

You turn your head around and see you’re just about to crest the top of the hill but before you can respond, you’re whipped back around by the ride dipping down and heading towards its first drop.

“Kurva!” Juraj curses loudly as the ride drops and you can’t help the laugh that escapes as his hand tightens around yours as the ride whips around.

Finally, the ride comes to a stop and with a thump you land flush against the seat. Your smile is wide, your hair whipped around your face and you blow a breath out to move it from your eyes. You look over at Juraj who is absolutely beaming, your heart bursting at the sight.

“That was fun!” he exclaims and you nod excitedly.

You two get off the ride, running to the next one until you’ve made your way through about half the coasters in the park. You take a quick break, scarfing down a quick late lunch before you start your walk over to your next coaster.

“Miláčik?” Juraj asks and you look over at him. “What’s that?”

He points over to one of the carnival style games and you grin and grab his hand, dragging him towards the water shooting one.

“Hello young lady! Are you and your man going to play?” the game runner asks.

You nod and hand him the money needed to play before dragging Juraj down into a seat next to you.

“Okay, so see the target right there?” you ask, pointing to the red dot in the center. “You take your water gun, and shoot straight at it until your stuffed animal reaches the top.”

“You’re gonna lose,” he boasts when you sit down next to him and you grin widely, loving whenever Slaf gets into that competitive side of him.

The game runner yells out a start and the two of you put your game faces on as you aim at the target. Halfway through the race you glance up to see Slaf is beating you handily. The next time you look up, his stuffed animal has hit the top and the lights fire off.

“Let’s go!!” Slaf yells excitedly.

“We have a winner!! The young man in the front, what would you like out of these prizes?” The game runner gestures to the row above his head and Juraj looks over to you.

“What do you want moja láska?” Slaf asks and your heart skips a beat, realizing he wants to give you his prize.

“Can I have the teddy bear?” you ask, pointing up at the bear with the red bowtie and the game runner hands it to Slaf who holds it out to you with a giant smile on his lips.

“For you môj drahý.”

“Thank you,” you say, hugging the bear to your chest and you can’t help the smile that is bursting on your face. Slaf slings an arm around your shoulder, flames igniting throughout you as you continue to walk.

“Want to head home soon?” you ask and Juraj shakes his head.

“Can we go on those swings?” he asks, pointing towards the ride rotating in the sky as you walk.

“Sure.”

The wait takes forever as always, but it seems a lot quicker when Slaf is around. You two discuss the last two days of your vacation before you have to head back to Montreal and the plan for the drive back.

You get on the swings when the sun is halfway set and the attendant helps strap the two of you in before checking on others. The ride gets started and as they slowly lift you up, your smile grows when you see how beautiful the park looks beneath you with the sun setting. You turn to look at Slaf and his eyes are already on you, the look so soft and caring you feel it down to your bones.

His hand slips into yours, intertwining your fingers for the second time that day and you can feel there’s a difference in this one that makes your heart beat rapidly. Your eyes flicker from his eyes to your hands together and back up again to see Juraj gazing between your eyes and your lips.

The electricity is palpable and you feel yourself leaning in towards him. Your eyes flutter shut in hope and when his lips finally meet yours it feels like fireworks are exploding all around you. You’re lit up from top to bottom and the feeling is like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. When you break apart the smile on your face is so big it hurts and you look around to see the sun has officially set and there are literal fireworks exploding in the air towards the other side of the park.

“Oh my god,” you giggle lightly at the ridiculous magic of it all and lean your head on Slaf’s chest.

When the ride ends the two of you get off in silence and you find yourself holding his hand, your other coming up to wrap around his bicep. Your whole body leans against him and Slaf can’t help the giant smile on his lips that proves he is the luckiest man in the world.

“Tired?” he asks when you’re halfway through the park and your steps have slowed significantly.

“Mhm,” you murmur and Slaf stops the two of you in his tracks. You give him a confused look but he simply steps forward and squats down in front of you, holding his hands behind his back. You climb onto his back and he lifts you up, striding across the park once more and you lean your head against his back.

He doesn’t set you down until you reach the car and climb in on your side. The drive back to your house is quiet but in a peaceful way. The silence tells you that you’re both finally content in what was happening between the two of you. There didn’t seem to be any tension left, just a giddy air about the two of you.

You’re dragging your feet up the stairs and when you get to your bedroom, Juraj leans you against the door and kisses you like he can’t get enough. When he lets go he gazes at you with an unreadable look and you smile softly at him.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, moja láska,” he murmurs and the Slovak phrase holds a heavy weight to it that it didn’t before, your heart skipping happily over the words.

You’re half asleep, an unknowing smile still resting on your lips when you hear your bedroom door creak open. You attempt to look through the darkness to see what was going on when you hear Slaf’s voice and his weight on the other side of the bed.

“You okay?” he whispers in your ear.

“Perfect.”

The next morning the bright light from the blinds shines into your room and you blink slowly, letting last nights events crash over you once again. For a minute you still think it’s all a dream but when you turn in bed you feel a weight on your waist that has your heart jumping.

You turn all the way around, gazing at a dead asleep Juraj next to you. His hair falls in a mess over his forehead and drapes across his eyes. Your eyes trace his features slowly, the curve of his soft lips contrasted by his sharp jawline, his long eyelashes fluttering with every breath he takes. You smile when you realize once again that last night did happen.

You lean forward pecking his lips and his eyelids flutter before finally opening. Those soft lips stretch into that perfect smile of his and you can’t help but think you’ve won the lottery. Everyone else can go home, give up on soulmates, you found a love that beats all of it.

“Good morning, my love,” he murmurs against your lips.

“Good morning.”

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Long distance troubles - N. Hischier

When Two Sports Collide | previous chapter

timeline: September 2019 - December 2020

summary: Lisa thought that she and Nico became friends during pandemic, just for him to cut her off when he returned to Europe and left her confused

warning: mentions of COVID, mentions of injury, swear words

words: 1.3k

note: i finished the whole story and i'm so excited to post the rest of the chapters!

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Lisa smiled when she saw that Nico followed her back but her confidence that she had yesterday, to know him more disappeared. She decided to ignore it and wait for a moment to write to him. As much as she wanted to talk with him, she was aware that both of them are in a relationship and it might look suspicious. Lisa flew back home and focused on the start of the season, completely forgetting this hockey guy.

Second season for Lisa started great. Her team was winning almost every single match and they ended the year 2019 in great spirits. Since it was National Team time for handball, she had free time and decided to go with Sander to England. She wanted to support him because he started playing for a new team and helped him with moving on there. After New Years Eve, the Norwegian League returned to playing but this didn’t last long for Lisa. During one of the games, she picked a serious injury.

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lisa.pedersen Unfortunately, the injury turned out to be worse than expected. I tore the ACL in my left knee and won’t be competing this season. Good luck girls and see you next season!🤞

charlotteolsen Girl you’re gonna be back even stronger!

sanderdale10 You’ll be back in no time❤️

25 January 2020

It’s been two months since Lisa’ operation. She was slowly coming back to her strength when the pandemic hit. Everything was locked and she couldn’t even travel to be with her family back in Trondheim. She was stuck in Kristiansand by herself because Sander was in London where he was playing. She tried to occupy her mind with tv shows and movies, especially since the league was cancelled.

When Nico found out about Lisa’s injury, he wrote her a message with best of wishes in recovery. He was keeping her company on long distance. He was stuck in New Jersey by himself because Maya was studying in Bern. She didn’t expect that but they started talking more and more. She was teaching him everything about handball while he was teaching her about hockey.

“You got a red card because you pulled another girl by her hair?” Nico said amused.

“Yeah” Lisa laughed at the memory. “It was bad but I lost it at that moment. And to be honest, she was pissing me off the whole game”

“I didn’t know you’re aggressive like that”

“I am not! Well, maybe sometimes but enough of me. Have you ever been sent off the ice?” Lisa asked.

“No, I’m always playing fair play” Nico said proudly.

“Bullshit! I don’t believe you”

“Why?”

“You look like a guy who likes to fight” Nico looked shocked at her.

“And you don’t look like a girl who likes to pull others hair because she’s mad at them”

“It was one time!” Lisa growled while he was laughing.

They bonded during these months where they were stuck by themselves but in June, Nico cut the contact with her off. He didn't send her birthday wishes and he stopped responding to her messages. Lisa didn’t know why he changed his behaviour towards her. When she saw Maya’s insta story with Lottie and Nico, she realised that he returned to Switzerland for the summer. She started wondering if she was only for his entertainment during the pandemic months but quickly stopped thinking about it.

Lisa moved on with her life. She came back to trainings. Being fit and ready to play was everything that was important for her at that moment. Lottie and Sander were next to her all the journey and she was thankful for having them. She missed the first month of the games but in October, she finally got the green light to return.

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lisa.pedersen Finally back in the game! Big win today in Champions League, thanks for the nice welcome❤️

sanderdale10 You were incredible today❤️

charlotteolsen So so proud of you!!!!!!!

7 October 2020

Lisa saw that Nico liked her post and laughed. She couldn’t believe that he wasn’t responding to her but was in her likes. This whole situation was hilarious for her. Lottie thought the same. She saw him and Maya in summer and he acted like Lisa doesn’t exist every time she mentioned her. Two friends had fun about this and the way he was acting.

“I completely don’t get it. He forgot about my existence for four months just to like my instagram post? Ridiculous” Lisa laughed.

“I don’t know what to tell you. He’s acting like you’re his side chick that he needs to hide from Maya when you know her and she knows you” Lottie said.

“Right? And I’m in a relationship too so I seriously don’t know why he decided to stopped talking to me”

“He’s just an idiot for that. Ignore it Lisa. You’re better than him”

“I should but I really want to know what happened. I thought we’re friends” Lisa sighed.

“I’ll talk to Maya and maybe she’ll know something more” Lottie proposed.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea. I don’t want them to argue, who knows how she’s gonna act when she finds out that her boyfriend was talking for three months with another woman”

“You have a point… Just leave it behind and let the world decide what’s next”

“Okay, let the world decide” Lisa giggled.

Sander didn’t find it funny when Lisa told him about this. He felt jealous that she was talking with him during lockdown. He wasn't a possessive type but now, when he heard the story, he started. Lisa never gave him a reason for that but her talking with Nico was suspicious for him. She tried to explain it to him, but he didn't want to listen. They’ve been on long distance since he moved and preferred to be careful. She decided to accept his change, knowing there’s no point to argue over something that’s not existing.

“You’re making a problem where there’s none” Lisa argued.

“I just don’t like you being all friendly with him. What’s so tough to understand?” Sander stated.

“Your behaviour is tough to understand” Lisa rolled her eyes. “We were just talking, nothing happened. He’s in America and I’m in Norway”

“Why are you acting so defensive?” Sander placed his hands on hip.

“Why are you acting like a dick?”

“You’re emotional” Sander signed. “I just… I feel bad knowing that you’ve talked for three months with a different guy. Non stop to add”

“Baby, we’re together. I would never do anything to ruin our relationship. I love you and only you” Lisa hugged him. “Plus he’s in a relationship and I would never ruin another woman's happiness” She placed a kiss on his lips.

In November, to her surprise, Lisa was called up for the National Team. It was a dream for her to represent Norway and now she got the chance. She never thought that after her injury, she’ll be back in her form and the fact that she was in the squad just month after the recovery got her confidence back.

Whole tournament was successful for Norway. They didn’t lose a game and celebrated a win. Lisa became champion of Europe. This was her first big win and she couldn’t believe it. At the beginning of the year, she was wondering if she’s even gonna come back to playing and now, she could celebrate being European champion.

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lisa.pedersen WE ARE EUROPEAN CHAMPIONS BABY🥇

charlotteolsen MY BEST FRIEND IS A EUROPEAN CHAMPION!!!!!!!!

nicohischier Congratulations Lisa! Proud of you😊

21 December 2020

When Lisa saw Nico’s comment, she felt confused.

He doesn’t talk with me for half of a year to say now that he’s proud of me? Why is he fucking up with my head?

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carve your name into my bedpost || George Weasley

Title: carve your name into my bedpost Pairing: George x Reader Summary: George is on the cusp of getting everything he’s ever wanted. His plan has been working swimmingly, and as every day goes by he and his fake fiancé edge closer and closer to being something real. Which is a good thing considering George is running out of time. The season is getting closer and closer, and Coach has finally made a decision about the next Captain of the team. George is either about to have it all, the girl and the career he’s been working towards; or he’ll be left broken hearted. Only time can tell. Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI! This includes vagina; sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk and begging. A/N: yay here it is! The next part of hockey!george. I love him so much I’m not ready for him to be over! As always feedback is welcome and appreciated <3

When George wakes up the next morning Y/N is still in his arms and he’s never felt more at peace. He presses his nose to the top of her head and his eyes flutter closed as he takes a deep inhale of the floral scent of her shampoo. Of course his sheets have started to smell like Y/N, and his shower too, but there’s something so intoxicating about smelling her signature scent straight from the source.

In high school they somehow managed to convince their parents that allowing them to have sleepovers was safer than them sneaking out to go off and fool around somewhere, and as he pulls Y/N in closer to his chest George is reminded of those simpler times. Back then everything seemed so easy, he was on his way to being one of the top draft prospects and he was deeply in love with the woman he knew was his forever. He never in his wildest dreams could have imagined that he and Y/N didn’t make it, and now the only reason why she’s in his bed is because of some plan he cooked up that requires her to be his fake fiancé.

No, back then George imagined that by now they would be married, with at least one child and a dog to keep an eye on them while he’s out on the road. After he made that stupid mistake and ended things with Y/N all George’s dreams of a wife and kids flew out the window. If he couldn’t have that future with her he had no interest in it.

Now that he’s got her back in his life? He’s not stopping until they’re living the life they always dreamed of. Having her in his arms only solidifies how much he still loves her and how much he needs to have her in his life permanently.

Because this apartment never really felt like home until he had Y/N to share it with.

She starts to wake then, and George squeezes her waist and presses a kiss to her forehead.

“Good morning, baby,” he murmurs, his voice still gravely from sleep.

Y/N lets out a sleepy grunt and burrows her face deeper into George’s neck. “Morning,” she mumbles into his skin.

One of George’s hands sneaks up her back, fingers trailing against her skin lightly as they move. He doesn’t stop until his fingers are tangled in the hair on the back of her head, nails gently scratching at her scalp. A shiver rolls down his spine when she moans, and George wants to bottle that sound up to take with him on the road.

“We’re both off of work today,” he starts, kissing the top of her head. “And we don’t have any plans until the team dinner tonight at Coach’s, which means we’ve got the whole day to ourselves. What do you wanna do?”

She lets out a hum, her lips pressing a kiss to George’s skin. “Doesn’t matter to me, as long as we do it together.”

Today and everyday until the end of time, George promises silently.

They ended up barely even leaving the bedroom. After staying cuddled together until the sound of Y/N’s grumbling stomach got too loud to ignore, George slipped out of bed to make them breakfast which they ate together under the covers. Once they were done Y/N picked her book up off of the night stand, so George grabbed his playbook and they just sat there together, silently reading. Once it was time for lunch they finally got up, but they only made it as far as the living room. They ordered from a place down the block and they ate together on the couch while watching a movie.

It wasn’t until they had to start getting ready for dinner did they separate, not that either of them really wanted to.

In fact they’ve just walked into Coach Morris’ house and Y/N is already counting down the seconds until they can go home and cuddle in bed. She’d even been tempted to ask George if they really needed to come tonight, but she knows this means a lot to him and she’s actually looking forward to spending some more time with his teammates and their partners.

It doesn’t hurt that the dress code is formal and George looks divine in his custom tailored suit.

George leads them over to where Thomas and Adam are standing with their girlfriends, his arm curled around Y/N’s waist to keep her plastered to his side.

“Ah look, hockey’s royal couple decided to finally grace us with their presence,” Thomas teases as they approach, earning him a glare from George and a slap on the shoulder from Olivia.

“Don’t make fun of George just because he did what you’re too much of a pussy to do,” Olivia responds, making them all laugh at the flush coats over Thomas’ cheeks.

“We never even asked last night,” Jenny starts, taking a sip of her drink. “How did George pop the big question? I bet it was super romantic, we all thought he was such a commitment phobe, but I knew he was a big softie. He just needed the right girl to bring it out.”

Nerves bubble in the pit of George’s stomach, out of all the things they talked about they never constructed a back story on the actual proposal. He spares a quick glance at Y/N, figuring she’ll be scrambling just like him. So he’s surprised to see a smile on her face.

“It was simple,” Y/N explains, shrugging her shoulders. “But it was perfect. Everything I would have wanted.” She pauses, looking up at George with a bright smile. “He did it at the ice rink where we met when we were six, and where we went on our first date in middle school. Had our first kiss there too. Basically everything important that ever happened to us happened in that ice rink.”

“And it’s where I broke up with her,” George adds, immediately cutting off the aws some of their audience were in the middle of. Apparently Y/N’s story had attracted the attention of others and they now have quite the crowd, including Coach Morris and his wife. “Also known as the biggest fucking mistake I’ve ever made.”

“You were young, and dumb and scared,” Y/N adds, easing George’s discomfort. “It’s also where we saw each other again for the first time in eight years.”

George chuckles as he remembers that moment from a few weeks ago. “Yeah and you ripped into me so hard I would have preferred skating suicides until I threw up.”

“You deserved it,” she responds, making their crowd laugh. “I was mad, but looking at you standing there did nothing but remind me how much I still love you.” The honesty in her voice punches a hole in George’s gut. “So when he told me that I was the only woman in the world he could even imagine wearing his ring? How could I say no?”

When she looks up at him again George can’t help himself and he leans down, kissing her softly. Her left hand comes up to rest on his cheek, and George feels his chest swell with pride at her subtle way of showing off the ring he put there.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Coach’s gruff voice calls out, forcing George to pull away from Y/N’s mouth. “Let’s eat.”

While the dinner plates are being cleared away and before dessert is brought out Coach stands up, silently motioning George to follow him out of the room. George sighs, tossing the napkin that was covering his lap onto the table before he leans over to press a kiss to Y/N’s forehead.

“Be right back, baby,” he murmurs before standing up and following after Coach Morrison.

Once the two men have disappeared Olivia is sliding into his empty seat while Jenny and Kate, the wife of one of the defenseman, slide up behind them. When none of the women say anything Y/N shifts her gaze between them.

“What? You guys are kind of creeping me out.”

Olivia grins, waving away her concern. “Sorry, not our intention. We said it the other night at the bar, but we just wanted to say again how happy we are for you and George.”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen him this happy,” Kate adds, briefly squeezing Y/N’s shoulder. “Normally he’d be sitting in a corner pouting at these things. And the way he was looking at you at family skate yesterday? I would have melted if my husband looked at me like that.”

“Really?” Y/N asks, a light blush coating her cheeks.

Jenny nods in agreement. “And how he watched you tell the story of your engagement? That boy is straight up obsessed with you.”

“Seriously, his heart eyes were so big people on the international space station could have seen them,” Olivia adds.

Y/N takes a deep breath, trying desperately to quell her pounding heart. Of course she’s felt the shift in her and George’s dynamic over the last week or so, but to have her thoughts confirmed by those around them? It’s validating as fuck. Not only is their plan to convince everyone that they are fake engaged working, but her plan to get George to fall in love with her for real seems to be as well.

“I can’t even believe that he broke up with you,” Kate says frowning. “Before he said that I thought he’d just been keeping you from us all these years.”

“He was young and dumb,” Y/N explains again, shrugging her shoulders. “And really, I should have fought harder for us. I knew something was wrong, but I just walked away. We’re both to blame for what happened back then.”

“If you ladies are done,” George teases, suddenly appearing behind them. “I’d like to have my fiancé,” he pauses, glaring down at Olivia. “And my seat back.”

With sheepish grins the girls vacate, and Y/N blushes as George sits back down. His arm immediately wraps around her shoulders and she leans in to his touch.

“How much of that did you hear?”

“Enough,” George answers with a grin.

Her blush deepens, and George chuckles as he kisses the side of her head. He knew eavesdropping on their conversation was wrong, but when he came up and heard them talking about him he couldn’t resist. The lines of this fake relationship have been blurred for weeks, and George was not about to pass up an opportunity to find out how Y/N feels about that.

So to hear that she’s truly forgiven him for what happened back then is like a balm that soothes his soul. There would be no chance he’d get her to fall in love with him again if she still harbored any negative feelings about their past. The fact that she not only has forgiven him, but has taken some of the blame as well can only mean one thing: he’s one step closer to getting what he wants.

“So what did Coach want?” Y/N asks, desperately wanting to change the conversation.

“Nothing important,” George answers nonchalantly. “He just wanted to let me know that he’s noticed how much I’ve changed on and off the ice since being with you, and that my effort to step up hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

Before Y/N can ask about the Captain situation a plate with the biggest brownie she’s ever seen is dropped off in front of her. George leans in, and the brush of his lips against her ear sends a shiver down her spine.

“Now be a good girl and eat your dessert so I can take you home and have you all to myself.”

She immediately digs in, not needing to be told twice.

When she wakes up the next morning George is already gone. But considering tonight is their first preseason game she isn’t surprised. Hockey players have always been superstitious, and George is no exception to that rule. He’d warned her the night before that she wouldn’t see him until after the game tonight, and while Y/N had been disappointed, she understood. With the possibility of being named Captain still up in the air, George’s dedication to the team is more important than ever, and she knows he’s doing everything in his power to step up and be a role model for the others.

Thankfully she has a full day of work to distract her from George’s absence, and she’s so busy thinking about what she has to do that she doesn’t notice the gift waiting for her on the kitchen island until she decides to take her lunch break in the afternoon.

There’s a neatly wrapped box that’s just begging to be opened, but she stops to read the note George left for her next to it.

Can’t wait to see you tonight. When I find you in the crowd you better be wearing this

Love, George :)

Y/N can’t contain the smile that spreads across her face as she excitedly tears into the wrapping paper, already knowing what’s waiting for her. Sure enough when she lifts the top off of the box there’s a Rebels jersey neatly folded up, and it doesn’t take a genius to guess what last name she’ll find written across the back.

A waft of George’s cologne comes off of the fabric when she lifts it up, sending a shiver down her spine as her thighs clench. Not only is George claiming her with his name, but with his scent as well. There won’t be a doubt in anyone’s mind who put that ring on her finger when she steps into the arena tonight, and it gives Y/N a thrill knowing that was George’s intention.

She puts the jersey back in the box, pulling out her phone to send a text to George.

Y/N: thank you for the gift. Good luck tonight <3

It’s not until a few hours later, when Y/N is getting ready to leave that she gets a response.

George: you’re welcome, baby - im counting down the hours until i get to see my last name on your back

George: and i don’t need luck when i’ve got you in the crowd cheering me on

His words send a thrill through Y/N and she has to take several deep breaths to calm down. She’s already amped up from the anticipation of seeing George out on the ice for the first time in years, and his text has only brought it up tenfold.

Luckily Olivia’s text letting her know that she’s here to pick her up comes through, breaking Y/N from her thoughts of what her and George might get up to after the game. Because if it’s anything like they used to do in high school, the jersey she’s wearing won’t be staying on for long.

The family suite is already starting to fill up when Y/N, Olivia and Jenny show up, even though there’s still an hour until puck drop. Olivia has insisted they get there in time to watch warm ups, and the idea of watching George practically hump the ice as he stretches was too enticing to pass up.

“C’mon, let’s grab seats up by the glass. I want a front row look at Thomas’ ass in those hockey pants,” Olivia declares with a waggle of her eyebrows.

“Do you ever get jealous that your boyfriend has a better ass than you?” Jenny asks as they weave their way through the crowd towards the front of the box. Both girls laugh at her comment, and Jenny just shrugs her shoulders. “C’mon, we’re all thinking it. I was just brave enough to say it.”

“George does have a nice ass,” Y/N agrees as they claim three seats. “But every time I tell him he just responds by saying how nice my ass is, so no, I’ve never been jealous.”

Olivia laughs so loudly the people surrounding turn to look and Jenny takes the opportunity to slap Y/N on the ass.

“Fuck you, bitch,” Jenny responds, though there’s no malice in her voice. “That’s because you actually have an ass. I swear it looks like I have a piece of cardboard down the back of my pants.”

“And yet two weeks ago Adam ran into a wall because he was two busy watching your ass to pay attention to where he was going,” Olivia reminds her. “It doesn’t matter how much junk is in your trunk as long as your man appreciates what you’ve got.”

All three women agree on that, and they leave their bags on their seats so they can mingle and grab some food and drinks before the action starts. By the time they make it back for warmups the suite is full, and Y/N is practically on the edge of her seat as the players make their way out onto the ice.

Her eyes immediately find George and she watches in rapt awe as he effortlessly moves across the ice. Of course George has always been an amazing player, but it’s clear his time in the NHL has only sharpened his skills, and Y/N is filled with pride as he takes a shot on goal and the puck hits the back of the net with such ease it’s like it took no effort at all.

But then he drops down to the ice to stretch, and Y/N is filled with something else as she watches his knees spread. He bounces up and down slightly as he stretches his hamstrings, and Y/N is practically drooling. Something as innocent as stretching looks downright erotic, and her mind whirls as she imagines laying underneath George while he does those moves.

“You know, I think I get the whole puck bunny thing,” Y/N says suddenly, her eyes still drawn to the way George moves as he starts to skate around again. Her attraction to George never had anything to do with him being a hockey player, the big muscles and brute strength were just kind of an added bonus.

But after watching those big, broad men practically give a magic mike show she can understand why there’s a whole genre of women who’s only goal in life is to fuck as many hockey player as possible. Because god damn, if George wasn’t already coming home with her tonight she’d be formulating a plan to get that man in her bed.

“Same,” Jenny agrees, her voice breathy.

“Is it inappropriate to admit you’re horny while sitting in a room full of people?” Olivia asks, breaking the girls from their trance as they laugh.

“Probably,” Y/N answers, finally tearing her gaze away from the ice as the players head back to the locker room. “But if it’s wrong, well then, I don’t wanna be right.”

Even though it’s only preseason, the game is intense from the first whistleblow. The Rebels are playing the team they’d lost to in the playoffs last season, and from her conversations with George Y/N knows the guys are out for blood. They want every team in the league to know that they’re primed and ready, and they’ll do whatever it takes to make it all the way to the Cup.

The first period is winding down without a score from either team, and Y/N is practically holding her breath as George jumps over the boards to rejoin the game for his next shift. His skates are barely on the ice when Adam passes him the puck, and George takes off towards the other teams’ net.

He passes the puck to Jason, the right wing who was recently promoted to first line, landing it against his stick with ease. George manages to deke around Tampa’s defenseman and he slaps his stick against the ice to signal Jason to pass the puck back.

The second the puck hits his stick George repositions himself and fires it off, and it feels like the entire room is silent as they watch it sail right over the shoulder of Tampa’s goalie and slam into the back of the net.

The suite erupts into cheers as the buzzer rings out, and the girls are shouting as they jump up and down in celebration. George’s teammates on the ice all crowd around him, but as they separate George turns in the direction of the suite, and Y/N swears their eyes connect as he raises his stick, pointing it directly at her.

“What’s he saying?” Olivia leans in to ask as they all watch his mouth move.

And even though Y/N can’t make out the words, she knows without a doubt what George has just said. Because since their relationship began in middle school he’s done the exact same thing after every single goal.

“That was for you,” she answers, voice tight with emotion.

“He dedicated his goal to you? That’s so fucking cute,” Olivia squeals. “Thomas never dedicates his goals to me.”

“That’s because he’s the fucking goalie, Liv,” Jenny huffs.

Y/N ignores the argument that proceeds, too busy watching George battle Tampa’s center for the puck after the face off. She’s in awe that not only did George remember their tradition, but he just did it live on national television in front of a packed audience.

All her fears that George’s blatant display of affection was just a fluke, that he was just caught up in the moment are completely erased in the third period, when after scoring the game winning goal George shakes off his teammates so that he can raise his stick to Y/N and do it again.

After the game the girl’s had met their men outside of the locker room, and when George took Y/N into his arms he’d whispered that he wouldn’t mind missing out on the celebration and he’d take her home instead. And of course Y/N had been tempted, after watching him on the ice all night and dedicating his two goals to her she was more than ready to get him alone.

But the guys who already trickled out of the locker room were calling George’s name, and Y/N knows how important it is for George to be there for the guys both on and off the ice as he strives to be captain.

So instead they’re at Maynards, which after the team’s win is practically at capacity. Fans and puck bunnies are everywhere and Y/N can’t help but feel bothered by their presence. George is hanging out by the pool tables with his team while Y/N has been sitting at the bar with Olivia and Jenny, and every few minutes she can feel her eyes trailing over to him to make sure the women in the bar are keeping their distance.

This is totally new territory for Y/N, and she hates how insecure she feels. When she and George were together before puck bunnies weren’t a concern. George was so focused on his dreams of the NHL and their relationship that he didn’t ever go out with the guys on the team. After a home game he’d end up snuggled in bed with Y/N, and after an away game he locked himself in his hotel room to call her.

It doesn’t help that she knows George has been one to indulge in puck bunnies in the past, not that she judges him for it at all. He was free to do whatever and whoever he wanted while they were broken up. But now they’re in this really weird space. They’re not really together, and George certainly could leave this bar with Y/N and then meet up with some random girl later. She doesn’t think he would do that anyway, considering how well things have been going with them and he didn’t even want to go out in the first place.

But it’s easy to feel insecure when you’re surrounded by beautiful women whose only goal is to get your fiancé in bed.

“Do they ever bother you?” Y/N asks, gesturing around the bar. “All of the girls?”

“Hell yes,” Olivia answers honestly. “Mostly because a lot of the girls don’t give a shit if the player they’re after is in a relationship or not. Like I don’t care if you’re just trying to find some good dick, but at least stick to girl code.”

“Tell me about it,” Jenny adds. “One time a girl tried to stick her hand down Adam’s pants while I was sitting on his lap. Like bitch, read the fucking room.”

Y/N shakes her head in disbelief. “Jesus, that’s crazy. So how are you guys so calm sitting over here while the guys are on their own? Especially knowing the lengths some will go to sleep with a hockey player.”

“Trust,” Olivia answers simply and Jenny nods in agreement. “Do you trust George?”

“With my life,” Y/N responds without hesitation.

Olivia shrugs, smiling at Y/N. “Then let the puck bunnies try and get him into bed. Because you know that the only girl he’ll actually be going home with is you.”

Her words do quell some of the nerves rattling around Y/N’s stomach, and she takes another sip of her drink, immersing herself into Olivia and Jenny’s conversation. She even keeps herself from checking on George, trusting that Olivia was correct. Y/N doesn’t have to trust all of those women to stay away from George, she has to trust that George would never give some puck bunny a second glance.

Several minutes later Y/N and Jenny are talking about work when Olivia comes back from the bathroom with a weird look on her face.

“Okay, remember all that shit I said earlier about trust and puck bunnies and whatever.” There’s apprehension in her voice, and all Y/N can manage is a curt nod. “Okay well fuck all of that shit because there’s some puck bunny rubbing all over George and I think you need to go stake your claim on your man.”

Y/N swivels in her seat and anger rises in her throat at what she sees. Sure enough George is leaning against the side of a pool table, and there’s a bottle blonde pressing up against him, one of her hands twirling a piece of her hair while the other rests on George’s shoulder. To be fair to George he’s not touching her at all, one of his hands is gripping a beer bottle while the other rests on the pool table and Y/N can tell by the look on his face that he’s wildly uncomfortable and trying to find some way out of the interaction.

Jealousy quickly overtakes the anger as the puck bunny trails her hand up George’s neck to tangle her fingers in his hair, and before Y/N knows what she’s doing she’s up out of her seat and heading across the bar. Like hell if she’s gonna stand there while some random woman touches what belongs to her. Over her dead fucking body.

Like they’re tied together by an invisible string, George’s eyes snap to Y/N’s as she approaches and a look of relief takes over his features.

“Hey baby,” he greets, and when the woman looks over at Y/N George uses the distraction to push her to the side. “Are you ready to go?”

In lieu of answering his question Y/N shoves herself into the small space separating George from the puck bunny, wrapping one arm around his waist as the other grips his neck and she pulls him down into a kiss. She moans as George kisses her back, but she doesn’t relinquish control. Because this isn’t just a kiss, it’s a message. Y/N wants all of the bunnies to know that George belongs to her, and their days of coaxing him into their bed are over.

When the need to breathe becomes too overwhelming Y/N finally breaks their kiss, but the grip she has on George’s neck keeps their faces close together.

“Take me home?” she asks, just loud enough so the woman who is still hovering nearby can hear.

George is sure that the flicker of lust in Y/N’s eyes is reflected in his own, and he gives her a curt nod. “Of course, baby. It’s time for us to go to bed.”

Too bad sleep is the last thing on George’s mind.

George has her pressed up against the front door as soon as it’s closed behind them.

Neither of them said a word on the drive home, the air was so thick with want they were too afraid words might ruin what was bound to happen once they were home. Because that kiss at the bar was unlike any of the ones they’d shared since this arrangement started, it shattered the line between fake and real that they’ve been skating around for weeks and now there’s no going back.

George has his mouth on Y/N before she even has a chance to breathe. His teeth nip at her bottom lip before his tongue soothes it, hand gripping the back of her neck to angle her head in order to kiss her even deeper. His kiss is possessive, claiming her just as her kiss at the bar had claimed him, and Y/N is sure that without George’s body holding her to the door she’d be a puddle on the ground.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you, baby,” George growls into her skin as his lips kiss and nip down her neck. “I’m fucking addicted to you, Y/N. Your smell, your taste, the fucking noises you make for me.”

“George,” Y/N gasps as his teeth dig into the flesh at the juncture of her neck, his lips sucking hard enough to leave a bruise that is sure to last for weeks.

“My name sounds so good coming from those lips, baby.”

George recaptures her mouth, using the hand that’s not still gripping the back of Y/N’s neck to grab a hold of her thigh. He hitches it up around his hip and does the same to her other leg before placing his hand under Y/N’s ass for support.

She breaks their kiss as George starts to carry them down the hall, her teeth nipping at the skin of his jaw before her lips soothe the pain with soft kisses. As he pushes into their bedroom Y/N’s nose finds the base of his throat and her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep inhale of his scent. It’s his cologne mixed with something Y/N can only describe as George, and its familiarity instantly soothes any nerves she may have.

It’s a stark reminder that this is George, her George, and she knows no matter what is about to happen she’s in good hands.

George chuckles as Y/N takes another deep breath and he sets her down gently on the end of their bed. “Do I smell bad or something? I promise I showered.”

His tease breaks some of the tension, and Y/N bites her lip as she looks up at George, shaking her head fondly. “Not at all, I was just thinking about how so much has changed and yet you still smell the same.”

George’s hand finds the back of Y/N’s neck again, thumb rubbing circles against the side of her throat. “You gave me that cologne, for Christmas, freshman year of high school. I’ve worn it every day since because it reminds me of you.”

Before Y/N has a chance to respond George is leaning in to kiss her again and she’s thankful for the distraction, since she’s definitely not in the headspace to be uncking that. Nope, George’s revelation will have to wait until tomorrow, when he isn’t kissing her breathless and her cunt isn’t soaking the inside of her thighs.

He pushes her up the bed as they kiss, crawling so that his body covers Y/N’s once he has her laying back against the pillows. Her thighs spread wide, making room for George’s broad frame to settle between them. His cock, hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans, presses right against her pussy and George just barely grinds his hips to make them both moan.

“Tell me now if you want me to stop,” George pants as he breaks their kiss. He keeps his eyes focused on Y/N’s, needing to see that she wants this just as much as him. “If you don’t want this to happen tell me now and I’ll walk away and take the coldest fucking shower known to man.”

Y/N returns George’s gaze as her fingers twist in the hair on the back of his head and she gives the strands a sharp tug. “Please, George. I need you.”

That’s all the confirmation George needs, making quick work of their clothes. He kisses every inch of skin he reveals to the point that Y/N is writhing underneath him and her pussy throbs, begging for attention.

Her panties are the last thing to go, and as soon as she’s bare George’s fingers find her slit, dragging through the wetness before lightly circling her clit.

“Oh fuck,” Y/N gasps, hips eagerly pushing into George’s touch. “I’m so ready for you George, please.”

George sinks two fingers into her, cock twitching at the way her cunt sucks them in. He curls his fingers, drawing a moan from Y/N’s lips as they brush against her g-spot. “Fuck, baby. I wanted to take my time but I need to be inside of you.”

He sucks the fingers that were just inside Y/N clean, groaning around the digits as he tastes her for the first time in years. “Fuck, you taste,” he trails off, making Y/N whine impatiently.

“Like what?” she pants, dragging George’s mouth to hers so she can kiss him.

“Like mine,” George growls into their kiss, dipping his tongue into Y/N’s mouth so she can taste herself too.

When he goes to reach for a condom Y/N stops him, intertwining their fingers. “I’m clean, and on birth control so you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

“Shit,” George groans, his head dropping so his forehead rests against her’s. “You’re telling me I can fuck you bare?”

“Please,” Y/N confirms with a nod. “I wanna feel you, all of you.”

Any fear George had about Y/N not wanting him the way he wants her has been thrown out of the window. She’s the only woman he’s ever forgone a condom with, and it’s going to stay that way if he has anything to say about it.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” he teases, notching the tip of his cock against her pussy. He thrusts his hips gently, making them both moan as he coats himself in her slick. “I’m clean too,” he confirms, nudging his nose against her’s. “You’re the only person I’ve never used anything with.”

Something so simple makes her heart soar, and Y/N tips her chin up so George will kiss her. Knowing that she’s about to have George in a way no other woman has is intoxicating. No matter how many women he’s fucked, Y/N is the only one that he has given all of himself to, further confirming what she’s suspected for days.

Whatever is going on between them has turned into something real, and it’s looking like a real possibility that George loves her too.

“Oh my god,” Y/N moans as George finally starts to slowly push inside, her legs wrapping around his waist to encourage him to move faster. “You feel so fucking good, George, please.”

George groans as Y/N’s cunt pulses around him, her tight heat making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “Jesus christ, you’re so fucking tight baby. This pretty fucking pussy is choking my cock.”

When he’s halfway in his hips suddenly pull back, and the whine Y/N lets out quickly turns into a moan when George suddenly fucks back into her, not stopping until his thighs are pressed against the back of her’s and he’s buried inside of her completely.

His cock presses right against her g-spot, and Y/N feels electric zips of pleasure radiating through her body despite the fact that George has yet to move. Her muscles squeeze around him, and George buries a groan into her neck.

“Fuck, baby. I need a second or I’m going to cum way to fucking soon,” he growls, nipping at her neck. “Your pussy is so fucking tight it’s driving me insane.”

Y/N squirms underneath him, desperately trying to get him to move. “Please George, ‘m so fucking full of your cock, it feels so good. I need you to move.”

“Good fucking girl, begging for me” George praises as he finally starts to thrust, drawing a long, breathy moan from Y/N’s lips. Her pussy clenches as the praise, and George drives his hips even harder. “You like being my good girl, don’t you baby?”

“Yes,” Y/N gasps, her back arching as she starts to meet George’s thrusts. “Wanna be your good girl, George, please.”

George rests all of his weight onto his left arm and presses his thumb against Y/N’s mouth. “Be a good girl and suck my thumb, baby. Get it nice and wet so I can touch your pussy.”

She immediately complies, taking the digit between her lips and sucking hard. Her tongue wraps around it, getting it nice and soaked so George will finally touch her throbbing clit.

“Good girl,” he praises again as his thumb slips from her mouth. He immediately presses it to her clit, rubbing circles into the sensitive bud in time with his thrusts.

Y/N’s toes curl where they rest against George’s back, the familiar tingle in the pit of her stomach already building brighter as he inches her closer and closer to her orgasm. “I’m so fucking close, George, please.”

George readjusts so one of Y/N’s legs is slung over his shoulder, allowing him to fuck back into her even deeper. “Go on, baby. Soak my fucking cock with your cum.”

It only takes a few more thrusts before Y/N is falling over the edge, thighs trembling as pleasure rocks through her body. George’s name falls from her mouth before he kisses her, swallowing every single noise she makes so that he can keep it for himself.

“Fuck I’m close,” George growls when their kiss breaks, the way Y/N’s cunt pulses around him driving him towards the edge of his own climax. “Gonna cum inside you, baby. Claim this fucking cunt because it’s mine. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, yours George, please.” Y/N grabs George’s chin so he can’t look away. “Cum inside me, please.”

Her plea pushes him over the edge, and George buries his face in Y/N’s neck, letting her body absorb his pleasure as he pulses deep inside of her. George sucks and nips at her skin as his orgasm starts to fade, slowly resting his body against Y/N’s as they both catch their breath.

They kiss slowly as George softens inside of her, finally pulling out when the feeling gets to be too much. Neither of them says anything as George pulls away, Y/N watching from the bed as George grabs a cloth from the ensuite. Once he’s back in bed and has wiped their mess away, Y/N still hasn’t found the right words. So she lets him pull her into his arms as they settle under the duvet, the steady pounding of his heart lulling her to sleep.

George lays awake for hours after Y/N drifts off, still wound up from the game and everything that happened after. He kisses the side of her neck softly, dragging his fingers up and down Y/N’s bare arm. He can’t remember the last time he felt this content and he just wants to savor this moment for a little bit longer.

Sex with other women has always been a means to an end for George. He was horny, the girl was willing, and in the end he’d go back home to his own bed satisfied. There was never this connection that he feels with Y/N, this deep need to take care of his partner, this reluctance to let them go. It isn’t just sex with her, as corny as it sounds it’s making love, and there’s no way George can ever go back to the way it was before.

If his plan doesn’t work and Y/N truly doesn’t ever return his feelings, she’s well and truly ruined him for any other woman.

The thought of Y/N walking away from him, from this makes his stomach drop, and he finally has to confront the fact that his time is running out and it’s a real possibility that he may never get to hold her like this again.

Because he lied to her last night.

At dinner, when Coach Morrison pulled him aside he didn’t just want to talk to George about how he’s noticing how different he is now and the progress he’s made. He sat George down in his office to let him know that a decision about Captain had finally been made.

George is officially the next Captain of the Chicago Rebels.

The news had immediately brought a burst of joy to him, knowing that all of his hard work with the team hasn’t gone unnoticed. But it was swiftly replaced with fear and sadness. Because if George is Captain, technically his arrangement with Y/N can end. She’d done what she promised and is free to head back home and live her life as she was before. They can go back to just being a part of each other’s pasts, instead of building towards the future George so desperately wants.

He’s barely put his plan into action, and he’d hoped he’d have more time to get Y/N to fall back in love with him. Even though things between them are clearly going well, and every day their relationship feels less and less fake, he’s not sure it’s enough to get her to stay here with him. George is ready to go to the courthouse tomorrow and turn this fake engagement into a real marriage, but he’s not quite sure that Y/N is on the same page.

Which scares the shit out of him.

Luckily Coach doesn’t plan on making the announcement to the rest of the team until the season officially starts, wanting to present George with a new jersey just before the first game.

He can only hope that’s enough time, because a life without Y/N is no longer an option.

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