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[bunting27]

can i request 🍓- “"you have something on your face." "what?" "me." and 🍄 - “you look good like this” with trevor zegras?

dramatics ✏︎ t. zegras

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a/n: been having absolutely zero motivation but i'm trying to get the last handful of celly blurbs out <3

prompts: "you have something on your face." "what?" "me.", “you look good like this”

wc: 0.4k

taglist: @sidcrosbyspuck @kenanlotus0 @whourfeyrac @kay-23-kay @huggy-hischier94 @fratboyharrysgf0201

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“come on, just one kiss” trevor was getting ready for a ducks event the two of them were going to, and he was trying his absolute hardest to avoid kissing her, since she was wearing what appeared to be a deep red lipstick that would no doubt leave his lips the same colour.

the last time the two of them had gone to something like this, she’d given him a quick kiss before they left, and he never heard the end of it from his teammates when they saw that his mouth was stained with her lipstick.

tonight, she was wearing a lip stain, having remembered the moment. trevor, wanting to play it safe this time around, didn’t believe a word she was saying.

“no way, now you’re just sabotaging me,” she giggled at his tone, following him around their bedroom until she could finally grasp his wrist

“how are you gonna blame me for embarrassing you when you have something on your face already?” he frowned, wiping his mouth and then looking at it, seeing nothing.

“what? what is it?” she grinned, grabbing his face and then kissing him, feeling him finally give up in her hands and kiss her back. when they pulled apart, she couldn’t keep in her giggles. she had him wrapped around her finger.

“me” she mumbled, kissing him again. he shook his head against her, leaning his forehead onto hers once they pulled away.

when she was at a good enough distance to get a good look at him, she covered her mouth, as if she was trying to keep herself from laughing. his shoulders dropped, a dramatic look taking over his face, under the impression that she had made a mess of his lips.

“oh, baby” she giggled, the reaction honest because of how much joy she got from working him up like this.

“you look good like this” he rolled her eyes at her and made his way into their ensuite, looking at himself in the mirror just to see that there was nothing on his face.

should he have noticed it hadn’t smudged on her own lips? maybe. he wasn’t all that perceptive, though.

“now that i’ve proven i would never lie to you, can you kiss me on purpose?” he glared at her, going over to her and lifting her over his shoulder, throwing her onto their bed. she squealed, giggles being cut off by his lips on hers once again.

“so, to prove that you’d never lie to me, you lied to me, like, a gazillion times?” she bit her lip, cheeks red from how hard she was smiling

“you’re so dramatic, trev,” she ran her fingers through his hair, feeling him drop his weight on her and attack her face with kisses.

[bunting27]

hi! could i request fluff prompt 4 & 10 for trevor?

better ✏︎ t. zegras

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a/n: may the celly commence

prompts: “im sad and i demand cuddles” “oh stop pouting, i’m coming”

wc: 0.4k

taglist: @sidcrosbyspuck

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it had been a particularly rough game for anaheim, and trevor was getting the worst of it. an insane amount of his shots were saved or deflected and beautiful plays he started never saw the deep end of the offensive side. 

he usually came home hungry, even though the team provided plenty of food and he usually snacked and ate supper there. so she’d decided she’d be nice and make him some pasta with leftover sauce from the freezer for when he got home.

when he did come through the door, jamie trailing behind him with a look of pure exhaust, she shook her head to herself. jamie was still out with his shoulder injury, so she could only imagine what had caused that look.

trevor made a show out of dramatically throwing himself onto the couch and crossing his arms with a pout, while jamie made his way over to the island where she was making the three of them bowls of food

“you’re an angel for this food, but it’s your turn to deal with that” he gestured vaguely to trevor, and then quickly grabbed the first full bowl and booked it to his bedroom. 

almost on cue, trevor yelled her name from the living room and looked over at her. 

“one sec, z, i’m coming” he groaned, leaning his head back onto the couch cushion and pouting over at the tv.

“i’m sad and i demand cuddles” always one for the dramatics. 

she ignored the comment and continued to plate the food and top his off with parmesan for him, until he decided to once again alert her of his presence with a huff.

“oh stop pouting, i’m coming” she picked up the bowls and brought them over, handing one to trevor and then sitting next to him on the cushion. he set it down on the side table and she furrowed her eyebrows, turning to look at him but being caught off guard by him lifting her off the cushion and into his lap. 

“s’ better. missed you, baby” he murmured before picking up his bowl and starting to eat it.

“mh. really good” he nodded, adjusting so he could wrap his arm around her and still have easy access to the bowl.

he finished it off quickly, squeezing his arms tight around her while she finished her own bowl, and then tugging her with him while he moved onto his back the second she was done.

“thank you, sweetheart” he pulled her up so their faces were closer together and then pressed kisses all over hers, finishing at her nose.

“i love you, idiot” she mumbled, running a hand through his hair 

“love you more”

[bunting27]

hii 🌟

#3🍓 With Pyotr Kochetkov

Thank you :)

language barrier ✏︎ p. kochetkov

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a/n: i'm in love with him your honour

prompts: "good morning, sweetie"

wc: 0.6k

taglist: @puckbunnyforsway @kenanlotus0

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when pyotr walked into andrei’s apartment, the first thing he did was look for her. he had just been called up to the canes because of an injury and to say he missed her would be the understatement of the century.

texting and calling were hard because of the language barrier, and andrei was blissfully unaware that his two best friends were at all romantically involved, so that wasn’t an option, either.

they had settled, in pyotr’s opinion, for far too long with just using poorly translated texts and very, very simple english, and he was dying to actually see her for the first time in months.

andrei noticed what pyotr had been doing, but thankfully didn’t think much of it, glad that two of his closest friends got along so well.

“she’s in her room, you’ll probably have to wake her and i’ll get her to move her things, she doesn’t know you’re coming” the worst part about pyotr being up with the canes was, ironically, living with her and andrei.

when he stays with them, he takes over what is usually her room, and she stays with andrei in his room.

he hated it, he was almost convinced to tell andrei about their relationship solely because of the fact that he wanted her to stay with him. not andrei. it was teetering on the edge of jealousy, and she found it adorable.

nonetheless, he nodded to andrei and made his way over to her room, opening her door and setting his things down before shaking her shoulder and kneeling on the side of the bed.

“go away, drei. it’s so early” she mumbled, swatting at him, he giggled, and her head whipped around so fast it almost gave her a headache. she thought she was hallucinating his voice in the laugh, but seeing his face, she lunged at him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“good morning, sweetie” his accent was still as strong as ever and his words were a little off, but it was mostly comprehensible and she couldn’t be prouder of him.

she kissed him, hard, having missed him and caring more about finally getting in her share of affection than andrei seeing anything. he hummed into it, kissing her back for a moment before he tried to pull away.

“door. door open,” she shook her head with a smile, giving him one more peck before she let him pull away from her and sit next to her leg on the edge of the bed.

“i guess i’m back to staying with andrei?” he got the jist of what she had said, face scrunching adorably at the mention of it. she laughed, sitting up so she was next to him and ruffling his hair

“we could tell him,” he shook his head slowly, hand going to her thigh.

“bit more quiet,” she hummed, leaning her head on his shoulder and looking up at him quizzically. 

“more time us two, quiet time, no andrei” she grinned, brushing her nose along his jaw and leaving a few stay kisses against his neck. 

“you think he would try and stop us?” pyotr shrugged, trying to think of how to word what he was saying in english, and coming up short. he didn’t necessarily think andrei would have a problem with the two of them dating, but he knew it would definitely put them under a microscope.

“more focus for us, make sure not alone, yes?” she hummed, running her fingers through his hair and kissing him again, feeling him smile against her.

“i close door now,” he whispered, grinning wide as he quietly closed and locked her door, climbing on top of her for more hugs and kisses.

[bunting27]

Hi yes hello!! Can I request a Jack Hughes smut where they are watching a sexy scene on tV and he get turned on? Thank you 🙏🏼

excuses ✏︎ j. hughes

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a/n: reminder that there's only five days left until requests are closed! i combined this with another ask for a hughes brother with the prompt "you know where to find me"

prompts: "you know where to find me."

wc: 0.4k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @huggy-hischier94 @fratboyharrysgf0201

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jack was squirming, more than usual, definitely more than he would during a movie, and she took notice very quickly.

sooner than later, watching jack had become more entertaining for her than watching the actual movie. he’d been bouncing his leg, fidgeting, and just now he’d finally grabbed a pillow from the sides of the couch and placed it on his lap, clearing his throat.

she moved her head back to face the tv to see that she was being flashed, and she covered her mouth before she could laugh, not wanting to grab his attention. 

after composing herself, she looked back over at him and smiled, a look on her face that, had he been paying any attention to her, would have immediately told him what he was in for. 

“jack?” he jumped, looking over at her like he hadn’t even known she was there, even though movie night was originally her idea.

“are you really getting hard from this?” she nodded to her side, moving his attention back to the tv in their living room and he blushed, hard, shaking his head timidly. 

“no, no, fuck, from this? that’s-” he laughed nervously, shifting his position for what felt like the millionth time that night, and she giggled, moving closer to him and tugging on the pillow he’d placed over himself.

“you wouldn’t mind if i borrowed this, then?” his eyes widened for a split second, panic setting in quickly. he couldn’t not give it to her, right? but if he did, he’d probably immediately be caught in his lie, which would put him in an equally, if not more embarrassing position.

he could only loosen his grip on the cushion, letting her pull it away and trying very, very hard not to flinch at the way it moved against him.

her eyes fell to his lap, and she smirked, moving back to her original spot along with her pillow, but otherwise not saying anything.

“it’s not… i mean, you can’t expect me not to- it’s natural. not from the movie, it’s cause you brought it up, i-” she raised an eyebrow, efficiently shutting him up and then she moved from her seat, his eyes following her like he was a lost puppy. “when you’re done making excuses, and if you want some help with that, you know where to find me,”

[bunting27]

just saw that andrei x reader and im in love 😭😭

#12🍓 with andrei <3

hugs ✏︎ a. svechnikov

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a/n: this was supposed to come out two days ago and i forgot to post it three times i hate myself. everything in italics (except for the prompt) is being said in russian

prompts: “your hugs are nice.."

wc: 0.6k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @sidcrosbyspuck @whourfeyrac

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“you are being difficult for someone who’s supposed to be my girlfriend” she glared at him, regretting having agreed to this arrangement in the first place. what was in it for her, again?

“you are being very touchy for someone who’s not actually my boyfriend” she shrugged his arm off her shoulders and he chuckled, bringing his arm right back up and kissing her on the forehead. 

“blame evgeny. he’s the one that told my mother he thought i was hiding a secret girl.” she rolled her eyes, looking towards the two people they were about to have dinner with and further regretting her decision to come with andrei.

“you didn’t think to tell her that he was wrong?” andrei didn’t bother answering, his mom and brother were rapidly approaching and he thanked god they weren’t in ear shot when she said it.

he did think to tell his mom evgeny was full of shit, but then he came up with a better, more rewarding plan - this one. the one where his mom met the girl he’d been crushing on and maybe now she would hopefully see that he was not just being a cheesy flirt whenever he spoke to her.

he gave his mom a kiss on the cheek when they finally got close enough, and then he hugged his brother. finally, he cradled the back of her head and smiled to his family, introducing them.

“she’s beautiful, andrei” that was gonna be the hardest part of tonight. she didn’t speak a word of russian, so she would hardly even be able to speak to his mom. originally, she thought that meant she would just be able to say whatever and then andrei would translate it to whatever would make her look good, and then he said evgeny would be there, too.

“she said you’re beautiful, kisa. thank you, mom. isn’t she?” she smiled, awkwardly sticking her hand out for andrei’s mom to shake, but she was quickly brought into a welcoming hug. evgeny settled for a slightly less enthusiastic handshake and smile, which she greatly appreciated.

the dinner went really well, as far as she could tell. andrei’s mom looked overjoyed, but she had absolutely no idea what elena was saying, because andrei’s translations could easily have been lies to keep her at ease.

they were saying their goodbyes, and she was actually quite happy to get a goodbye hug from both elena and evgeny, which hopefully meant she did a good job at being a fake girlfriend.

it was all smiles until his mom noticed that they were walking in different directions to get to their cars, since they had come separately.

“oh, no, mom. i have early practice. she likes her sleep” he chuckled awkwardly, grabbing her hand and ruffling her hair to hopefully help sell his lie. but his mom still didn’t look convinced. 

as casually as he possibly could in a situation like this, he held her close and kissed her goodbye, mumbling an apology against her forehead and making it look like he had been wishing her a goodnight.

elena smiled and waved at the two of them, gushing to evgeny about how happy her youngest son looked. 

he was actually feeling incredibly awkward, though, keeping her close to him until his mom was out of sight.

“your hugs are nice..” he grinned from ear to ear, looking down at her to see her red and flustered.

“my hugs?” she hummed, ruffling his hair and pulling away from him.

“hey, wait. i want more hugs, sometime. if that’s okay. i want to hug you and mean it” she smiled and kissed his cheek.

“you’re a dork. and you can stop using codewords, just kiss me”

[bunting27]

obligatory 12 from the fluff prompts with huggy bear pleasee (yay for 100!!! your writing is so good!)

go out with you ✏︎ q. hughes

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a/n: thank you all for the congrats in my asks <33

prompts: "your hugs are nice"

wc: 0.7k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @sidcrosbyspuck

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maybe it would have been a good idea for her to look up before clinging onto the person who had answered the door for her, seeing as elias wasn’t the only person who lived here, and she hadn’t even texted him that she was coming, much less that she was on her way.

she didn’t do that, however, which is why she was now in a bone crushing hug with quinn hughes, and not elias pettersson. quinn was endlessly confused, elias wasn’t home and he usually told him when she was coming. she hadn’t even noticed she was hugging the wrong guy until she took a deep breath and inhaled his cologne.

“why are you wearing a different- you are not elias,” her eyes went wide and her face grew red, but she never pulled away from him, not moving a muscle.

“no, i am not elias.” he blinked rapidly, arms around her instinctively. they had never really talked to one another. quinn was very reserved and he never wanted to butt in whenever she was over, since that was time for her and elias to spend together. 

she never initiated anything, either, because she would die before asking her best friend about his (cute) roommate, knowing elias would immediately clock that she wasn’t just asking for no reason.

“is he here?” quinn shook his head slowly, the two of them still clung to each other rather awkwardly. 

“he never told me you were coming, either. is he expecting you?” she shook her head as well, trying to figure out whether or not she should pull back and pretend this never happened.

“no, i ran here. i was looking for something at the mall down the main road and when i came out to my car that weird dude from the bar the other night was just standing there. i was gonna ask him to come with me and get it. do you- your hugs are nice.. do you know when he’ll be back?” she let it all out in one breath, the comment about his hugs coming out entirely by accident.

she blushed, and he shook his head slightly, a small smile on his face as he hugged her properly. she relaxed against his chest and sighed, trying to get her breath back both from running here and from trying to explain herself.

“uh, thanks? i can go out with you, if you want. i mean- go get it with you, the car..” it was his turn to go red, his arms finally dropping from their place around her waist so he could run his hands through his hair.

“you don’t need to, i mean, i don’t need to be anywhere, right now, unless you want me to leave, then yeah, please-” quinn shook his head, ready to spew out random words that were not at all cohesive in an attempt to tell her that she could stay as long as she liked, but he was cut off.

“if you two don’t pull it together and go out soon i might just actually physically push your heads together, like-” it was elias, punctuating his sentence by taking his hands and pretending to push their faces into one another for a kiss. y/n jumped when she heard him, staring at him with wide eyes.

quinn looked like he’d just been caught underage drinking by his mom, and once elias was done making fun of them, he leaned against the doorway that had been left open with a smile.

“did you hear what i said or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?” quinn glared at him, feeling very called out, and y/n was still just looking at him, alarmed.

“i’m just saying, do you need me to go? or- okay! okay, leaving,” elias laughed at quinn, who’s glare got more and more intense as his friend kept talking. once elias was out of the room, quinn looked down at y/n.

“...maybe we can get your car after dinner and a movie?” she smiled 

“the theatre with the frozen yogurt?” he ran his hands through her hair and hugged her again, grinning.

“anything you want”

[bunting27]

congrats on 100! can you please do 1 and 20 from the fluff prompts with quinny hughes? thank you!

stay here forever ✏︎ q. hughes

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a/n: sleepy quinn >>

prompts: “your hands are warm” “why can’t we stay here forever?”

wc: 0.5k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @sidcrosbyspuck

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when she felt quinn come back into bed at almost six in the morning, she turned over and hugged onto him. upon contact, she felt how cold his skin was, and when she opened her eyes he looked miserable.

since that wasn’t entirely uncommon for him, she giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek, feeling him smile against her and his arms loop tight around her waist.

“you’re freezing, quinny” he hummed, putting his hands under her shirt and chuckling as she jolted at the feeling of his cold hands against her.

“i was getting a glass of water and petey managed to drag me on his morning run. it’s like five degrees out and he didn’t let me grab a sweater. and he still wants me to go to the gym with him since we’re off today” he grumbled the last part, burying his face into her shoulder and wishing he could just go back to sleep and spend his day off with her.

she kissed his forehead, cupping his face and he hummed contently into the crook of her neck. 

“your hands are warm” he sighed, reveling in the feeling of her hands now in his hair and smoothing up and down his back. 

he decided he would ignore elias’ comment telling him to make sure not to fall back asleep, just change, say goodbye and get going. instead he leaned into her touch and buried the both of them in their covers. elias would just leave without him, right?

wrong.

his eyes were half shut and he was just about to fall back asleep, content as could be in the arms of his warm, welcoming girlfriend. then there was a knock on the bedroom door, followed by elias’ voice telling him to hurry up.

quinn whined dramatically into her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, squeezing around her waist and pouting.

“why can’t we stay here forever?” she chuckled, moving her hands away from him causing him to physically pull back, an offended look on his face. he then nestled himself back in, grabbed her hands and placed them back in his hair and on his back.

“i have an idea but it might get us some grossed out looks at dinner tonight” he hummed, nodding to give her the go ahead.

“don’t care. wanna stay here with my girl until work tomorrow” she smiled and cleared her throat, calling elias’ name and waiting for him to respond.

“we have our own.. workout going on right now. can you let this one slide?” she pursed her lips, waiting for a second before she heard a quiet ‘ew’ from the other side of the door, followed shortly by elias leaving and slamming the door behind him.

“you’re perfect, thank you” quinn mumbled sleepily, adjusting so he was essentially laying on top of her with his face hidden and their limbs tangled.

she giggled, scratching softly at his scalp. “i love you, baby”

“i love you too, huggy. get some sleep”

[bunting27]

#19 🍓 with andrei svechnikov? :)

the view ✏︎ a. svechnikov

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a/n: as someone who is pushing six feet tall this was so fun for me to write

prompts: "you know i only tease you cause i love you"

wc: 0.5k

taglist: @sidcrosbyspuck

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to be fair, andrei had suggested they move around the kitchen cabinets when y/n had moved in, and she was the one who insisted it would be fine, that she would be tall enough to reach anything she needed.

that conversation played over in her head when she opted to climb onto the kitchen counters and reach for a popcorn bowl rather than ask andrei for help. she knew what he’d have to say about that.

“who keeps bowls up this high, anyways? freakishly tall psycho” she mumbled to herself as she tried to get onto her feet on the counter without smacking her head on the underneath of the cabinets or the ceiling. 

“y/n?” she stopped in her tracks, half of her back bent as she adjusted to getting up off her knees. 

she hummed, a high pitch sound coming from her throat at being caught like this.

“what are you doing on the counter, kisa?” she cleared her throat, looking down and into his eyes that were beaming with amusement. his arms were crossed and he was evidently trying not to laugh.

“you know. just enjoying the view. s’ nice up here” he hummed and nodded, coming closer.

“you said you wanted popcorn for the movie, why are you looking at the view?” she nodded, pursing her lips and thinking for a moment. she’d been caught. was she going to admit it? not until the day she died.

“that’s a really good question, actually. yeah, it’s good that you brought that up. it’s because i needed to.. mentally prepare. for the popcorn. i don’t like the popping noises. the view is so.. it’s really calming” andrei nodded again, pretending to understand and that she had said something completely mundane and usual.

“right, yes. i forgot you feel much better when looking at refrigerators. very good to look at. do you want me to help you down?” she shook her head, placing her hands on her hips and observing their fridge with a fake quizzical look

“oh, no. that’s fine. i think i’ll stay up here for a minute, actually” andrei hummed once more, coming up beside her and reaching up next to her shoulder for the popcorn bowl. she chuckled awkwardly

“would you look at that, i could’ve even grabbed the bowl after i was done sightseeing. isn’t that just.. so convenient” andrei finally let himself laugh, pressing a kiss to her hip and then reaching to lift her down by her waist.

“i told you we could've moved the dishes, baby” she pouted, grabbing a bag of popcorn from the lower cupboards and starting it in the microwave.

“and i told you it would be fine. it’s not not fine, i just gotta get creative sometimes” she smiled, snuggling into andrei’s shoulder and giving him a kiss on the cheek

when the popcorn was done, she put it into the bowl and the two of them made their way back to the couch

“do you need help to get up on there?” she turned and glared at him

“count your days, svechnikov” he giggled slightly and pulled her into him once she sat down, kissing the tip of her nose

“you know i only tease you cause i love you” she pouted 

“yeah, yeah. i love you too”

[bunting27]

i’ll be good, i promise. w auston 🤓

impressions ✏︎ a. matthews

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a/n: semi long gap between posts because my contact tried to jump out of my eye like a thousand times while i was writing this

prompts: “i'll be good, i promise"

wc: 0.5k

taglist: @nylwnder @kenanlotus0

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when auston had confided in mitch about a girl he had been seeing, he was not expecting his best friend to immediately suggest a double date. it had been a while since auston had considered anything serious like he had been with her, and mitch had been waiting for the moment that he would meet someone who could be auston’s potential life partner.

auston brought it up casually with y/n that same night, and she agreed, though her face clearly wavered and she looked uncertain. she wouldn’t quite say they were at a serious stage, but she guessed auston had assumed differently.

she wasn’t opposed to it at all, she was more shocked that auston was even viewing her that way to begin with, since most of their time together so far had been physical. this would be their first official date, even.

she was more than happy that he wanted more with her, but in her eyes, meeting mitch was a bigger thing than auston made it out to be. 

they spent ninety percent of their winter together, and even some of their offseason, and she’d guessed they were close enough that one another’s opinions certainly mattered when it came to new partners.

her nerves skyrocketed even more when she discovered that this wouldn’t be a casual friendly meetup sort of double date, but one where she would have to dress nicely and go out to a fancy restaurant.

“you look off, sweetheart. you good?” she nodded slightly, looking up at him through the bathroom mirror as he zipped up the back of her dress and then held her hips.

“s’ just that you talk about mitch all the time, don’t want to make a weird impression” auston smiled, leaving a kiss on her shoulder and then turning her so they were actually looking at each other

“i think his impression will be that you’re hot, and smart and funny, and i really, really like you so he has no choice but to be ecstatic about your entire existence” she smiled into his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his lower waist, looking up at him through her eyelashes

“you think?” he hummed, rocking her back and forth and giving her a kiss on the forehead 

“let me take your mind off things, yeah? if you can be good for me all night, behave yourself, we can do anything you want when we come back home. how’s that sound?” she bit her lip and began fidgeting with the chain around his neck, breaking eye contact as she thought about it with red cheeks.

“can you be good for me tonight? so mitchy finally shuts up about me getting myself a girl?” she nodded into his chest, running a hand through his hair.

“i’ll be good, i promise” she whispered and he grinned, cupping the back of her neck so she’d look back up at him.

“start thinking of your reward, then, sweetheart. cause i don’t think this dress is making it much further than the front door when we come home” 

[bunting27]

heyy congrats on 100 followers! I was thinking this 🪐 “is this the part where you kick me out?” prompt for jamie drysdale? Where they get into a fight and the reader had a toxic ex so she immedietly jumps to conclusions and it all end in fluff?

go ✏︎ j. drysdale

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a/n: changed it up a tiny bit, enjoy :)

prompts: “is this the part where you kick me out?”

warnings: language

wc: 0.5k

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“how did it even happen, how stu- jesus christ, y/n” jamie ran his hand through his hair, halting his movements for a moment to pinch the bridge of his nose and shake his head.

“i just walked into it, jame. m’ sorry” she was standing in the corner of the kitchen while he was knelt on the floor, picking up shards of a ceramic vase that a late relative had made for his mom. she gave it to him when he got his own place as a housewarming gift, and y/n had stumbled into it and shattered it irreparably. 

he didn’t respond to her apology, only swept up the remaining mess and shoved it into the trash can, slamming the cupboard door it was kept behind.

she jumped at the noise, tears stinging the corners of her eyes and she couldn’t tell if she should hug him and apologize again or just shut up and go away before he lost his cool.

he went to go get the vacuum from the other room and she had hardly moved from where she was when it fell, too shocked and worried to do anything.

she wanted to try and fix it, the vase, how jamie was feeling, everything. she wanted to be able to fix everything. but she couldn’t

“is this the part where you kick me out?” jamie’s head jerked up, looking up at her from where he was vacuuming on the floor with furrowed eyebrows.

“and you would go where?” he was right, her parents didn’t live in california and she didn’t have any friends close enough to let her stay over on a whim, so he was stuck with her.

“i’ll find someplace if you want me to leave” she whispered, cracking the knuckles of her hands from anxiety and looking at him expectantly.

“fuck, y/n. i’m not kicking you out cause you broke a vase. just- i’m just a little stressed, alright?” his tone was aggravated, so she chose not to ask any further, just nod quietly and leave him be.

she went to their room, shut the door as quietly as she could and curled up in a ball on their bed.

she heard the vacuum come back on, and then shut off, and then jamie’s footsteps come up to their door.

“angel? i’m coming in, yeah?” she didn’t respond, only sat up in bed and brought her knees up to her chest while looking at the door.

he came in and sat on the bed next to her, running a hand through her hair and kissing her forehead. “he kicked you out? when you were with him?” she looked up at him through her eyelashes and nodded, wiping under her nose.

“i overreacted, baby. m’ sorry. i’ve been pissed off about not being able to play and i took it out on you. accidents happen. vase wouldn’t have lasted long here with trevor around, anyways” she smiled sadly, wrapping both of her arms around one of jamie’s and pressing her face into his shoulder.

“i love you, angel” he pulled her into his lap and rubbed her back gently, soothing her as he could tell she was still shaken.

“love you too, jame. i’m sorry about your mom’s vase” he shook his head and kissed her on her temple.

“i know, baby”

[bunting27]

hey I would love a Trevor Zegras blurb/imagine with this prompt I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you. I’m thinking some friends to lovers and he’s holding himself back. Maybe she’s in his group of friends but they aren’t close and she’s questioning why. It can get pretty smutty but not all the way? Thank you!

critical thinking ✏︎ t. zegras

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a/n: i do not actually know anything about the summer house situation but it was too convenient not to use. another blurb is coming tonight for bunts !!

prompts: "i shouldn't allow myself to get this close to you"

warnings: language, suggestive content

wc: 0.9k

taglist: @sidcrosbyspuck

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she could see the look of horror on trevor’s face the second he pulled her name from the baseball cap in the middle of the living room of the hughes’ summer house.

while the group of them had a few weeks to be here without the supervision of jack, quinn, and luke’s mom and dad, they decided to throw a party. 

y/n had been close with the brothers her entire life, originally having been given quinn as her ‘guardian angel’ in elementary school, a program where kids in the third to sixth grade would be given the responsibility of sitting with the kindergarteners on the bus since they lived nearby.

that tradition stuck with them, having sat together in the years they went to school with each other up until quinn got to highschool. being luke’s age, she was over at the hughes’ home a lot, and their parents almost saw her as a daughter. she always went to the lake with them in the summer.

when each of the boys were in their respective years of world juniors contention, the friend circle just kept growing and growing, and now there had been a hoard of them taking a trip down to michigan every summer for a bit of free time before the new seasons started.

this had been the first year the party had gone from just people in the group to the house and backyard being almost completely packed, courtesy of raya and each of the boys telling everyone to bring their friends.

in the living room, a couple dozen people were playing spin the bottle, but instead of a bottle was a hat full of everyone’s names. 

trevor was greatly regretting that suggestion, originally having thought it would stop people from cheating and would cause more drama. boy was he right, in the worst of ways.

none of the hughes brothers were playing the game, but he could still almost feel three pairs of eyes boring into his soul from wherever they were in the house as he nodded to her and they made their way to the designated room for the game.

“you look like you’re about to cry, z” he looked up from his lap and scanned her, shaking his head.

trevor had always kept his distance from her, usually opting to pair with someone else during party games or go for the option that she hadn’t been part of entirely.

they hardly ever spoke, but she wasn’t stupid. all he would do was stare, aggressively, right at her until she caught him and then he’d pretend like it never happened. she felt like she was harbouring a middle school hallway crush again.

“no, it’s just i don’t want to fuck up our friendship, and there’s quinn and luke. probably jack, too. they’d murder me, and-” she chuckled, ruffling his hair and sitting down on the bed next to him

“you don’t need to make excuses, trev. if you don’t want to do anything that’s fine” he looked at her with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish while he tried to string together what he wanted to say in his head 

“no, no. oh god, thats not- i do want to, y/n/n, that’s the issue,” he stopped talking, feeling like he was just gonna upset the both of them if he continued, and she raised an eyebrow.

“i get it, trev,” they sat in silence for the next five or six minutes until someone came to let them out of the room, disappointed to see the two of them were just sitting around. after all, that wasn’t the point of drunk party games.

the next morning was even worse for trevor, because not only was he rethinking the entire conversation in his head way too hard for way too long, he was also nursing one of the most powerful hangover’s in his lifetime.

everyone was kicking out people who had fallen asleep on furniture or around the yard while also trying to clean, and he was being uncharacteristically quiet and helpful.

“trevor. do we need to talk?” she wasn’t expecting to have to talk to him about anything that happened last night, he was drunk and she figured she handled it maturely enough while it was happening, but she immediately noticed he was off.

“please,” she nodded, pulling him over into the same empty room as the night before and looking at him expectantly, waiting for him to talk first.

when he didn’t, she rolled her eyes and gave him a kiss, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and looking up at him so maybe he’d just say something.

“I shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you” was all he said, the only thing going through his brain is how colossally screwed everyone would be if he fucked it all up.

“oh my god, trevor. who gives a shit what quinn wants, or what could happen. if you want me, just say it” he finally looked her in the eyes and nodded slightly, wrapping his own arms around her the way she had.

“you think more critically than i thought you would,” she mumbled, connecting their lips again and feeling him smile against her, turning to face the bed and backing her against it til she fell onto her back.

his hands slid under her shirt, lips moving to her neck and she smiled.

“you gonna fuck me like you should’ve last night?” 

“would be stupid not to, huh?” she laughed, nodding and pulling his lips back down towards hers.

[bunting27]

could i possibly request the most disgustingly sweet, tooth rotting domestic fluff with joseph woll using "i love you more than i did yesterday" 🍓

breakfast ✏︎ j. woll

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a/n: i haven't slept in days so these are coming out very slowly but i promise more are coming!

prompts: “i love you more than i did yesterday,"

wc: 0.4k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @nylwnder @whourfeyrac

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she’d been wearing noise cancelling headphones, listening to music while making breakfast for herself and joseph, so she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt arms wrap around her waist and the tickle of joseph's hair on her neck.

he felt the twitch, chuckling to himself and pulling her headphones from the top of her hair so she could hear him.

“good morning, baby,” she smiled, quick to forgive the way he had scared her so she could turn in his arms and give him a good morning kiss.

“what’ve you got going on here?” he mumbled, looking at the pan on the stove and resting his head on her shoulder while she flipped the french toast in one pan with her spatula.

“our favourite, i wanted to use that fruit we bought before your road trip. lord knows i won't eat it all by myself. so we’ve got some french toast, bacon, n’ fruit” he hummed, giving her a gentle kiss below her ear before pulling away to grab the two of them plates.

“did you-” she pointed at him with her spatula, making him laugh softly. 

“yes, i added cinnamon to the egg before putting in the bread, it was one time, j. let a girl live” he smiled bright, putting two of the pieces that were already made onto his plate and then piling it with fruit and a few strips of bacon.

“can’t be eating my girls best dish when she doesn’t even make it right,” she rolled her eyes, turning off the burner just as the last piece of toast was finished. 

she moved over to him, checking him to the side with her hip so she could get some fruit for herself. his face scrunched into false offence, eyebrows furrowing and nose going red from the pressure.

he grabbed her plate from her hand, placing his down along with it and pulling her into his chest. “i love you,” she grinned, giving him a soft kiss and smoothing her hands over his shoulders. 

“you say that a lot,” he hummed, hands moving to her waist so he could sway them back and forth.

“well, it bears repeating. cause i love you more than i did yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, and so on,” she shook her head, grabbing their plates back up from the counter and moving them over to the coffee table so they could eat.

“i’m engaged to a dork. i love you too, though,”

[bunting27]

can you write with 51 from the suggestive list and 6 from the angst list for andrei svechnikov?

scare me off ✏︎ a. svechnikov

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a/n: sorry for the wait, another one should be coming tonight, though! i made this one an angst fic since it wasn't specified :)

prompts: “i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.” “because i care about you, okay?”

wc: 0.8k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @sidcrosbyspuck @whourfeyrac

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when andrei walked through the door, about an hour after he would usually come home from game nights, she didn’t ask why he stayed back. it was a hard game, and she knew he would take an extra long time on the ice, but she wasn’t expecting him to avoid her when she went to tuck herself under his arm.

“maybe tonight isn’t the best night for you to stay,” she furrowed her eyebrows, running her hands through his hair and trying to get him to look at her.

“hey-” his jaw clenched and he shrugged her hand off his shoulder, shaking his head. he’d been looking out the window rather than in her direction.

“if you’re going to tell me it’s just a game,-” she scoffed, taking his face in her hands and making him look at her.

“i wasn’t, cause it’s not. i get that it’s not, andrei. but it’s also not the only game you’re gonna play. it’s definitely not gonna be the only game that goes wrong. you can’t push me away every time you have a bad loss” he turned his head away again, not responding to her.

she stared at him for a moment before lifting his arm and tucking herself underneath it, and she could feel him tense beside her.

“i shouldn’t allow myself to get this close to you.” he whispered, and she rolled her eyes in return, running her hands through her hair in frustration.

“and why not?” he was already beating himself up over the game, and he felt even worse when he looked down at her to see that he had evidently angered her. he couldn’t even quite find the words to explain what he was feeling, either.

their relationship was fairly new, and he almost wanted it to stay in the stage it was at forever. she knew almost nothing about his job, and he never had to talk about it. it was just them.

but right now he was angry, so explaining that to her calmly was hardly at the forefront of his mind.

“because i care about you, okay? but i don’t want you mixing with my work, i want to keep you separate. it’s better that way, no?” he was yelling and she just stared at him, quickly going from frustrated to hurt.

“so you just don’t want me to be a part of the biggest part of your life? at all?” her heart was hammering out of her chest. andrei had been reserved about his job since the beginning, but she had always assumed it was a trust thing, that it would take some time before she could be part of the bubble.

but now he was almost saying that he wanted to live two separate lives, and that she’d only be part of the second one. 

when she said that, and the look on her face finally registered in his brain, it went dead quiet in his head.

“no, that’s-” he paused, and to her it felt like a sign that he was about to lie straight through his teeth to spare her feelings.

“don’t lie to me, andrei. do you want me to be a part of your life or do you just want me here for a good time?” she had moved away from her previous spot under his arm, knees tucked into her chest at the other end of his couch.

he took a deep breath, shaking his head.

“the way i feel when you are here, with me. i’m so happy, with you. i’ve never had that before, i want- i want to protect it, i think. and i get angry, i don’t want you to see me angry. just want it to be happy times with you” his voice was much quieter this time around, she almost couldn’t hear him, but she knew he was being honest.

“drei, it’s okay that you’re angry. you’re passionate about your job and you want to be proud of yourself, i think that’s amazing. but part of those happy times can only come if you talk to me.” he furrowed his eyebrows

she brought herself back close to him, moving the hair from his face.

“i’m so happy with you, too, but i want to be a part of your life, all of it. i don’t want to just be there when you’re on a high. if i can’t bring you up when you’re having a rough go of it then i shouldn’t get to have you at your best, hm? talking, about stuff like this, that’s important to me” 

it was silent for a moment, and then he pulled her into his arms. “i’m not good at talking”

she smiled sadly, kissing him on the cheek. “i know, we can work on it, though. right? starting tonight. talk to me about the game, vent. i’m here, you’re not gonna scare me off”

“promise?”

“promise.”

[bunting27]

could i possibly request 🪐 with the prompts “i didn’t know where else to go” and “you’re not alone. i’m staying right here” with the loml joseph woll 🫶 like lots of angst but with a fluffy ending

help now, ask later ✏︎ j. woll

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a/n: we need more woll gifs immediately and i think that by itself should be enough to encourage keefe to play him

prompts: “i didn’t know where else to go” “you’re not alone. i’m staying right here”

wc: 0.8k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @nylwnder @whourfeyrac

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when joseph came home from a game at almost eleven thirty at night, he most certainly wasn’t expecting to be met with her sitting by the door to his apartment with her knees up to her chest and her eyes zoned into nothingness. she’d been crying, and he didn’t know what to do.

“what’re you doing here, sweetheart? how long have you been sitting here?” she snapped out of her trance, pushing his arms away from her instinctively and shaking her head gently. 

“woah, woah, i didn’t mean to scare you, it’s just me” she stopped swatting at him, staring at him with her mouth agape as she calmed her shaky breaths. he smiled sadly, guiding her onto her feet and through his front door.

“i’m sorry, i know you had a game. i didn't know where else to go” joseph shook his head, moving over to the kitchen as she followed meekly behind him. 

“don’t apologize, honey. it’s alright, you know you can come here anytime. have you eaten? i’ve got some leftovers, but i can order takeout, or we can make something” she sat herself on a chair by his island, his words mostly going in one ear and out the other until he grabbed her hand and rubbed over her knuckles gently.

she squeezed his hand back, eyes staring in front of her once again, he was talking, asking questions, but she could hardly hear him through the ringing of her ears. 

tears were falling down her face rapidly, and she had given up on trying to blink them away. joseph stopped talking, just kissed her on the head and ordered some takeout he knew she’d like. 

finally, she looked up at him, making eye contact with him for the first time that night. 

“i don’t really want to talk about it, j. if that’s okay” she whispered and he nodded, moving the front layers of her hair out of her face and kissing her forehead again.

“that’s okay, sweetheart. do you want to stay here tonight? i’ll stay on the couch, yeah? and you can have the bed. i’ve got that marlies hoodie you like in the dryer, too” she tried to smile at him, but it turned into sobs faster than she could even form her lips.

she buried her head into his chest and gripped onto his shirt, letting out a deep, shaky breath that made her voice sound raw and pained. joseph bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from crying as well, trying his best to focus on making her feel better rather than how he was feeling.

“you’re not alone. i’m staying right here” he shushed her gently, cupping the back of her head and rubbing her back. his phone buzzed with a notification from doordash, and he cursed himself, wishing he’d have waited to order the food.

“i ordered us something to eat, sweetheart. you want me to go get it? i think it’d be good for you to eat something. i’ve been gone for hours, don’t know how long you’d been sitting there” she nodded softly, reluctantly pulling her hands from his shirt.

he got up to go to the door, but she followed close behind him. he held her hand, kissing her head and pulling the food out from the other side of his door as quickly as possible. 

“let’s watch a movie, yeah?” he brought her over to his living room, putting the tv on and giving her the remote to pick something for them to watch. she snuggled into his side and scrolled through his netflix account, choosing something she’d already watched before.

after she had eaten, her breathing slowly calmed and she had been nodding off on joseph's shoulder, fingers tightly gripped into his shirt and tears staining his sleeve.

he hadn’t been paying attention to the movie, only to her. he was endlessly glad that she had finally caught her breath and seemed to be okay. tomorrow he could ask more questions, help her more valuably. but for now, this was more than he could ask for.

she was safe, she was in his arms, and hopefully sometime soon she would be comfortable again.

he didn’t dare move her, so he fell asleep the way he was, and the next morning they woke up, her eyes were puffy and her neck was sore from the position, but joseph was still there and that was all she cared about.

“j?” he hummed, morning voice showing through the low noise, and she smiled.

“thank you for taking care of me,” his eyes finally opened, and he was upset to see her eyes bloodshot, but he had been expecting it.

“of course, sweetheart,” he kissed her head, and she moved her head up slightly, connecting their lips.

[bunting27]

hey hey heyyyy would it be possible to get a good dose of angst with michael bunting using the prompts “who did this to you?” and “it’s just a scratch, don’t worry” 🪐? i’m thinking something where they’ve been pining over each other for years but never acted on it until now 👀 (but pls make it a happy ending i can’t cope when it isn’t lmaoo)

love you the same ✏︎ m. bunting

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a/n: reminder that there's only two days left until requests are closed!

prompts: “who did this to you?” “it’s just a scratch, don’t worry”

wc: 0.5k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @nylwnder @whourfeyrac @puckbunnyforsway @sidcrosbyspuck

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“come on, mikey, i’m fine” she had fallen and scraped her knee, and had been ignoring it completely, until today rolled around, and michael had seen it.

when he did, he immediately dragged her to his bathroom and got out his mini first aid kit, that was usually for whenever he got a paper cut or nicked himself on something. “just let me clean it up, yeah?” she rolled her eyes but agreed nonetheless, knowing he wouldn’t drop it no matter how hard she persisted that she was fine

“who did this to you?” he looked up at her from the stool he had set on the ground, since she was on the edge of his counter for the purpose of cleaning her gash.

“nobody did anything to me on purpose, mike, it was an accident” he hummed, getting a cotton pad wet with saline solution and dabbing her leg gently. she grimaced, the pressure against a day old injury not exactly ideal, but she stuck it through

“well, what happened?” his eyes held a look she knew well enough, one that he had on the ice when he was pissed off enough to maul someone, and the look he had all throughout their teen years when she’d get hit on. 

“it’s just a scratch, don’t worry” she ruffled his hair and allowed him to put on polysporin and a bandaid, then hopped off the counter as soon as he would let her.

“how am i meant to not worry when you’ve got a gash on your knee like you’re just a kid again and you got pushed off your bike?” she smiled at him, shaking her head to herself at the situation.

“are you really worried? or did you just wanna take care of me?” he paused, the open wrappers and wet cloth in his hands promptly dropping back onto their previous spot on the counter.

“that’s not fair,” her hand came up to his face, and he couldn’t find the words to explain himself, but he didn’t need to.

“just like when we were kids, i missed you taking care of me” he clenched his jaw slightly, trying to mask his physical reaction to her words so he could have the time to gauge his mental reaction.

“you grew up. we grew up,” he corrected himself quickly, going back to cleaning up his small mess and then making his way out of the bathroom and back into his living room.

“we grew up, michael. not apart. never said i wanted you to stop taking care of me, and i know you didn’t do it for your sake,” she followed him back to their paused movie, grabbing his wrist so he’d look at her

“so why?” he sucked his teeth, pulling his wrist from her hold but keeping his eyes on her.

“i shouldn't have stopped. you take care of the people you love. but i was worried if i took it too far you’d see that, n’ you wouldn’t love me the same” she smiled sadly, resting her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“i love you the same. always have,”

[bunting27]

❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜🪐 for jamie?

worry and anger ✏︎ j. drysdale

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a/n: work has decided that i'm actually their only employee so these are coming out slower than i would like

prompts: "i was scared. i thought you had lost your way" mentions of alcoholism and relapse

wc: 0.9k

taglist: @kenanlotus0 @puckbunnyforsway @whourfeyrac

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jamie was worried sick. she’d told him she was coming over after dinner with friends, since she missed him. he’d just gotten back from his first road trip since healing from an injury, so it’d been a while since they’d seen each other. however, it was almost two in the morning and she hadn’t shown.

she came through the door loudly at two thirty, apologizing to the door sincerely once she got herself upright. jamie shot up at the noise, making his way over to the front door and hugging her tight.

“holy shit, where have you been, it’s almost three in the morning” she furrowed her eyebrows and took her phone out of her back pocket, pouting with a noise of disapproval when she pressed the power button and realized it was dead

“my friend wanted to get drinks, so we got drinks” she leaned on him to take her shoes off, nearly falling on her face before he caught her and held her arm up. 

“you’ve been drinking? what the hell, baby, i thought you were done with that” she rolled her eyes and switched legs, eventually getting her shoe off so she could give him her full attention.

she kissed him, grabbing his hands and moving them to her ass. he could taste the alcohol on her lips, and he pulled away as fast as she initiated it, pulling his arms away from her.

“jesus, you’re wasted” he scoffed, sitting her on the bed, but the second he had walked away she made her way to his ensuite and stripped, messing with the faucet on his tub until the water started running.

he sighed to himself but peeked over, gently asking her if she wanted a bath and she nodded, getting in but jumping at the temperature of the thin layer of water.

he set the clothes he grabbed for her on the sink counter and changed the temperature of the water, kissing her on the head. 

“when did you start drinking again? i thought you were getting better, baby, i thought you felt okay without it” he kneeled next to the tub, stopping the water once it was full and using a cup to wet her hair.

she just shook her head, nestling her face into his shoulder and burying her hands into his hair. “i don’t want to talk about it”

it was quiet and muffled, and he frowned at it, moving her head back slightly so he could look at her properly. “we have to, baby. we’ll talk in the morning, yeah? i want to help you feel better” she nodded.

-

she woke up tangled with him, her head as far into his neck as she could possibly get it, her hands in his hair, his arms around her and their legs an entwined mess. her head was pounding and she felt dry and overheated.

he was already awake, just staring at the wall behind her with a frown on his face.

“jame?” she wasn’t drunk anymore, he wasn’t worried anymore, he didn’t need to take care of her, so the only thing left for him to feel was anger.

“when did you start drinking again? you told me you were fine before i left. you fucking relapsed” she groaned, taking her hands out of his hair to rub her face and cover her ears.

“it was just a one or two time thing. jesus, jamie” he scoffed, pulling away from her and sitting up against the headboard, as far as he could get from her. he’d always told her that if she felt like she needed to drink again, he was there, he would help her out of it, but it felt like she didn’t even bother reaching out.

“don’t ‘jesus, jamie’ me, i was scared. i thought you had lost your way.” she clenched her jaw, her eyes watering as she sat up as well.

“maybe i did. but i tried, jamie, and you pushed me away before i could even start talking, so fuck you for being angry cause i can’t just become a different person in two seconds, i need time” he furrowed his eyebrows, thinking back on what she could possibly have been talking about

“i have a job, i can’t just not go on roadies because you can’t get yourself to let go of drinking” it was harsh, and he knew it, but he had never felt worried like he did the night before and he was truly under the impression that she did this carelessly. 

she took a deep breath, holding back her tears.

“i know that you have a job, jamie. but i called you. before i resorted to a fucking drink, i called you, and before i could even explain that i felt numb and overwhelmed at the same time and that i couldn’t fucking handle myself and i just needed to hear your voice for two god damned seconds, you hung up on me” 

his face fell from angry to devastated, and then disappointed. 

“you said you were tired, and you hung up on me. which just made me feel a million times fucking worse because you made it seem like talking to me would somehow make you more tired, like you were too drained to put up with me. i felt selfish and like a burden, so yeah. i had a couple drinks and i made it better by myself,”

realization hit him hard. he wasn’t moving, just looking down at his lap with tears pricking the corners of his eyes. she nodded, figuring she wasn’t going to get any reaction from him. she pulled the blanket back over herself and got onto her side, closing her eyes again.

“i’m sorry, baby” his voice sounded raw, and she knew then that he was trying his hardest not to cry.

“it’s okay, jame. please just give me time. we both need to get used to some things”