#can the hockey gods step in at some point please

[travisdermotts]

god trevor got hurt again

[anakinstwinklebunny]

the other anon inspired me and now id like to request hockeyplayer!anakin x reader please!

HOCKEY PLAYER!ANAKIN HEADCANONS

TW: at some point it contains sexual content, so if you're feeling uncomfortable with it, please do not read

Author's note: sorry Nonnie you waited so long‼️ I absolutely enjoyed and missed writing headcanons so give bun bun more 🗣️🗣️

Hockey player!Anakin who is definitely an ass/boobs man. He loves to watch your round ass in tight jeans where he can just put his hand inside one of your pockets, showing you off to entire school. When it comes to breasts he loves to have them in his hands, to feel them fill his palms, to feel their weight, to jingle them and make nipples hard, although I think he'd just stare blindly, like a starved man, at your cleavage if you had some more revealing shirt, of course in private since he wouldn't just ogle you in front of everyone

Hockey player!Anakin who made love to you after his hockey game;

Yet another thrust slipped from his hips - was way too smooth - swollen, shaky lips parting to exhale a moan. Sweat trippled down the edge of his curl, twirling around the wet hair before falling down his forehead

"Ani--" you mewl, before he understood the assignment and pressed his lips to yours, any sounds bubbling in your throat became swallowed by his tongue pushing against yours

“Fuck--still--so tight,” he rasped, flushed face burying in your neck. Damp curls tickling your skin, your ears following the vivid sound of skin slapping and wet sounds colliding “Missed you all game, couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You whimpered, nails dragging down his back, catching on the fabric of his jersey. “Ani,” you choked, legs spreading wider, giving him new angle, to which he accepted; speeding up his movements

“I know, baby. I know,” he moaned, his cock filling you in ways that left you breathless, eyes rolling behind your head. “Coudlnt win this without you” his pace faltered. Hand curled under your knee, pulling it higher against his hip, other hand cradled your sensitive breast. “Youre my dream girl” he whispered “Always here for me, always mine, always cheering me on in this jersey of mine..so casually having my name on your back.”

Another kiss to your neck, which felt as if you were his only one oxygen. With each deep, slow thrust, he unraveled, moaning into your neck

“God,” he groaned, voice breaking as he kissed you again, softer this time, sucking on the spot. “the best celebration ever”

Hockey player!Anakin who always has messy hair with that one curl falling over his brow

Hockey player!Anakin who took you skating;

“C’mon, babe, just relax. You’re doing great--you haven’t fallen yet,” voice teasing yet encouraging.

“Exactly… thanks to this railing,” you muttered, your baby steps on the ice resembling a cautious toddler.

A soft chuckle escaped his throat as he watched you grip the railing like it was the only lifeline. Despite your clear anxiety, he found your determination charmingly cute. He took a step closer, placing his hands gently on your hips

“You’ve got to ease up a little. Can’t you feel how shaky your legs are? You look like a baby deer trying to stand for the first time,” he joked, a warm smile spreading across his face.

You gasped as your skates slipped slightly, your grip on the railing tightening instinctively.

He couldn’t help but laugh, watching the panic in your eyes as you fought to keep your balance. There was something undeniably endearing about your vulnerability, and he secretly relished the moment. Moving behind you, he positioned himself closely, his hands firmly yet gently holding your hips to support you.

“You’re holding onto that railing so tight, I think it might leave a dent,” he teased, fingers brushing lightly along your sides.

“No, no, no!” you exclaimed, voice rising in desperation as he nudged you away from your only source of stability.

Another laugh escaped him, a mix of amusement and affection, as he noted the startled look on your face. It was irresistibly cute to see you so flustered. He tightened his grip on your hips, speaking softly, “I’m right here. I’ve got you. Just glide slowly.”

“I hate you so much,” you muttered, taking a hesitant glide forward, your legs trembling beneath you.

“It’s okay, baby…” he soothed, hands steadying you as you made your way across the ice. "I forgive you" another joke slipping through his lips

“You’re doing wonderfully tho” he reassured, though the smirk on his lips betrayed how hard he was trying to suppress his amusement at your plight.

You clung to his arm as if it were your next, only lifeline.

“Relax,” voice a soothing mix of humor and warmth “I promise, you’re safe with me.”

“We won’t fall, right?”

He couldn’t resist the smirk that spread across his lips at your anxious question. There was a playful urge to tease you just a bit more, knowing how nervous you were.

“Well, that depends…” tone light and playful. “I won’t fall because I can skate, but you… well, you might be a different story.”

“Just--shut up!” you shot back, the irritation in your voice only making him laugh harder. He found a twisted satisfaction in your struggle, knowing it was all in good fun.

With a sudden surge of affection, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, unable to resist the sudden impulse.

“Ani, you’re distracting me,” you murmured, gaze dropping to the ice, a frown adorning your lips.

“Sorry…” sparkle in his eyes betraying the amusement. “But seriously, you’re doing amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, barely containing a chuckle. It was hard to hide his delight in watching you tackle something so simple yet, for you, so challenging. He gave your sides a gentle squeeze, a teasing smirk returning. “See? You’re not slipping as much as you think.”

Hockey player!Anakin who's definitely into hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows (optionally)

Hockey player!Anakin who, when he's going to sleep, is all tucked to his ears under a duvet. He can not sleep when he's not perfectly, comfortably curled. You'd definitely became his teddy bear, curled with him as well if you're sleeping with hi

Hockey player!Anakin who gave you his jersey with his name and number on your back, so everyone would know you're already, happily taken

Hockey player!Anakin who sometimes ended the game with bruised nose after getting into a fight

Hockey player!Anakin who you tease about the exercises he does with his teammates before the game, on the ice..that leave small room to imagination

Hockey player!Anakin who keeps his hand in your pocket..on your ass..while walking with you through school's halls

Hockey player!Anakin who loves roasted and salted corn

Hockey player!Anakin who can be such a dramatic baby girl on the ice;

After every game, if he’s tired, he’s a full-on dramatic baby. “Baby, they were trying to kill me out there,” he’d whine, flopping face-first onto the couch. “You have to kiss me better. You don’t even understand how rough it was.” And you’re rolling your eyes, but also kissing his bruises because, let’s be real, he’s your dramatic baby girl, and you adore him

If he gets called for a penalty, he rips his helmet off and runs his hand through his tousled curls, looking like a damn runway model as he skates to the penalty box. He mutters to himself the entire way, throwing the refs exaggerated “Are you serious right now?” looks.

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[princesssmars]

hockey player!abby, skier!reader, and those stupid olympic beds. slight nsfw.

it was no secret to anyone that you and abby had a very healthy relationship. you fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, compatible mentally, emotionally, romantically…

and physically. definitely physically.

it only took a month after your first time together for her teammates to start teasing her, pointing out the purple marks trailing up and down her body in the locker rooms, how her mood has somehow gotten even more chipper, not to mention that time some frat dickhead flirted with you at a party and you showed up to a game the next day with abby’s custom jersey on a slight limp in your step…

it got to the point where just your presence at a practice pulled abby’s attention in like a black hole, the blonde constantly checking to make sure you were in the same spot and waving cutely at you before getting slammed by someone she was supposed to be guarding against. after a few times her coach had to temporarily ban you from coming, or at least wearing the ugliest piece of clothing you owned if you came.

so yes. everybody knows you’re both very satisfied.

now, when you picked up your phone and saw five missed calls from abby in the span of ten minutes in the middle of the day, it’s safe to say your heart nearly dropped out of your ass. pressing the call back button and holding the device up to your ear, nothing but the worst scenarios fill your mind until her fast breathing fills your ear.

“babe, oh my god! why didn’t you pick up!”

“abs what’s wrong, are you okay?” you try to keep your voice steady, knowing that your panic will only make her panic which would be the worst thing if she was in an actually dangerous situation.

“no i’m not okay. is it true about the beds? please tell me it’s not true.”

you can hear two of her teammates giggling in the bathroom and it takes everything in you to not hang up and the phone spend the next month at your own place.

“what….abby what beds?”

“at the games! the olympics! jamie said the ones in milan are gonna be cardboard. and that they had a ban on. well, yknow.”

you let out a long sigh, clearly a loud one if the increased laughter in the background of the call is anything to go by. you pinch the bridge of your nose and try your best to act sane.

“yeah, babe, they’ll probably be cardboard. but there’s no ban of sex, that were just some temporary covid restrictions in tokyo. don’t think one would work, anyway. thousands of hot athletes in a single village? let’s be serious.”

halfway through your explanation she lets out a relived sigh joined by a ‘oh thank god’, a plethora of laughs and faux kissing noises drowning out her voice.

“ugh, you two are so whipped.” jamie’s voice pipes in from the background, abby groaning with the tell tale sound of fake slapping ringing from your phone.

“why don’t you tell jamie to keep her mouth shut and worry about how her girlfriends had her in the doghouse for three week?”

abby cackles on the other side of the phone, pestering her teammate for answer before you hear the sound of her stomping away, the other girls following after her.

“gosh, thanks for that. they never stop pestering me about you. whatever, they’re just jealous i got to you first. and that i’m not sharing.”

your heart warms at her possessiveness, always giddy when she shows clear affection towards you. “aww, you’re cute. tell me when your practice is over and i’ll pick you up, take you to get some pizza and i’ll spill all of the drama i learned last week.”

“you’re the best. buttt now that i know there’s no ban, maybe after pizza we can start warming up for our post game activities.”

“abs, the games are two years away.”

“i always say practice makes perfect!”

last month i had a whole fantasy played out of abby and reader competing together in paris and having sweet ‘we’re in love and olympic champions’ sex before i realized their sports are winter olympics. which are in milan. 2026. i’ve never been the brightest.

[pucked-bunnie]

not so bad ⎜j.drysdale

pairings: jamie drysdale x plus sized! reader genre: fluff warnings: mentions of injury ⎜ slight mention of body discrimination synopsis: after jamie was traded you finally made it to one of your best friends games - you didn't expect things to go so horribly. word count: 5k authors note: there are obviously a few discrepancies from the actual game when jamie got injured but this is what must happen for cute stories. (UNEDITED)

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“And please for the love of god, Trevor, don’t forget to lock the door when you leave.” You grumble as you slide out of the passenger side, scurrying around to the trunk to retrieve your suitcase - Trevor already pulling the hard cased bag from the car, placing it on the side walk for you. 

“Yeah, yeah, I think I can manage to look after your cat for a week.” He huffs, waving your off as you raise your brow at him. You had spent the last thirty minutes in the car making sure he knew how to care for your six month old kitten - despite the cat already being quite self sufficient and having an automatic feeder you wanted to make sure someone was checking on him at least once a day, hence your stressed instructions to Trevor on the drive to the airport. 

“Okay, I’m trusting you.” You say, pulling your keys out of your pocket and handing them over to the eager hockey player. 

“Me and bean are going to have so much fun.” He coos, shoving the keys into his pocket before reaching over and giving you a tight squeeze. “Make sure to tell him I’ll be watching his game.” He adds and you nod, squeezing him back before stepping onto the pathway pulling your suitcase with you as you watch Trevor pull away from the curb. 

You tug your phone from your pocket checking your flight information one last time before heading inside to check in. After Jamie had been traded almost a month ago you had been with little to no contact while he settled in to his new environment, both you and Trevor feeling the effects of your quiet best-friends absence. 

It was when you finally managed to catch Jamie between his schedules he invited you to Philadelphia to visit him, requesting your help in setting up his new apartment in the city - he luckily had managed to snag a fully furnished apartment - in his words it just needed a ‘piece of home’, so the two of you had quickly managed to book in a week for you to fly to Philadelphia. 

With Trevors reckless driving you had managed to make it to your flight with an hour to spare, taking your time at the cafe near your boarding gate to scroll mindlessly on your phone until you heard the first calls for your flight to board. With an estimated flight time of five and a half hours you were very glad for the kindle Jamie had gifted you at the last Christmas dinner. 

“I know we said we weren’t doing presents this year but I wanted to get you something I thought you’d find useful.” Jamie had whispered as he leaned over to your side as the conversation continued in the room. He placed the small wrapped gift in your lap with a nervous smile his eyebrows raised in anticipation as he waits for you to unwrap the gift. 

“I wrapped it myself.” He adds quickly, pointing out the red wrapping paper covered in Mario characters holding presents. You send him a quick smile before ripping the paper open gently - tucking the remnants into your bag to add to your keepsake box in the back of your closet - you pull out the amazon branded box looking down at the kindle now in your lap with a growing smile. 

“I know how much you love to read and my mum recommended this one.” Jamies explains before pointing to the torn box, “I already took the liberty to download some that my mum said you’d like and I put a gift card in the box so you can buy some more when you feel like it.” 

You can feel your heart beating against your chest as you look up at the sweet boy besides you, his hands fiddling in his lap as he waits for you to say something. “It’s perfect, Jamie.” You mumble, smiling at him with a short nod as you close the distance between you placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. “Thank you.” You add shifting back in your seat as Jamie does the same a bright red tinge on his cheeks. 

That was almost a year ago and you had filled the kindle with over a hundred books since then, somehow managing to convince Jamie to get one for himself after he had listen to your high praise for the device. 

Sliding into your seat on the plane and placing your kindle on your lap you sent a quick message to your trios group chat. 

‘Princess Peach 🍑 : on the plane about to take off - should be there around six tonight.’ 

‘Mario 🥸: I’ll be waiting’

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: me and beans are excited for you to be gone.’ Trevor sends with a photo of your kitten glaring up at the man, quickly followed by another message. 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: hey who changed my name.’ 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: I’m supposed to be Luigi.’

‘ Mario 🥸 : lol.’  You chuckle at the messages before switching your phone to airplane mode and tucking it into your pocket, sliding your headphones over your ears as the flight attendants finish their spiel on safety and move to their own seats. 

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Six hours in a small seat trying to avoid making any contact with the person sitting besides you really has a way of stiffening every muscle in your body. You roll your shoulders as you wait for the others in your row to gather their belongings, deciding it best to wait for most of the flight to empty out before attempting to make your own way. 

As soon as you had turned off airplane mode on your phone, it had started dinging with messages. 

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲: I’m changing my name back.’

‘Wario 👨🏻‍🦲 has set the nickname to Luigi 👴🏻’

‘Luigi 👴🏻: that’s so much better.’ 

‘Mario 🥸 has set the nickname to donkey kong 🦍’ 

‘ donkey kong 🦍 : knock it off.’ 

‘ donkey kong 🦍 : @princess peach🍑 please tell him to stop bullying me’

‘Mario 🥸: she would never’ 

‘Princess Peach 🍑: I would never’  you respond quickly before deeming it time to grab your bag from the overhead storage and follow your fellow passengers off the plain, making sure to bid a quick ‘thank you’ to the flight attendants standing by the exit. Your phone dings again in your hand as you making it into the boarding area. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: I’m waiting outside your flights baggage collection - do you still have the white suitcase?’ Jamies message albeit simple gives you butterflies, the idea that after so long apart you were finally going to see him made you giddy. 

‘trevor’s bestie ❤️: yep, the one with the blue tag on the side.’  You send your reply frowning at the sudden change in nick name, Trevor must’ve have figured out your passcode again. You roll your eyes but tuck your phone back into side pocket of your leggings, pulling on the hoodie from your carry on, knowing Philadelphia this time of year was a lot colder than Anaheim. 

Jamie is easy to spot in front of the baggage carousel, his eyes focused on the passing bags as he waits for yours to slide past him. You watch him with a soft smile as he steps forwards to help a lady pull her oversized suitcase off the line before helping another lady besides her, nodding quickly as they thank him, stepping forwards once more to pull your bag off the line, placing it delicately at his side as he glances around the waiting area, pulling his phone quickly from his pocket his thumbs typing. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: I have taken your bag hostage - if you wish for it to be returned you must be in front of me in the next 60 seconds.’  Your phone dings with the arrival of the message, your feet moving quickly as you sneak up behind him, tapping his shoulder lightly once your reach him. 

“Miss me?” You question cheerfully, Jamie’s eyes widening as he turns around. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually get here this fast.” He says, placing a hand on his chest as he lets out a shaky breath, “Scared the crap out of me.” 

“Sorry.” You apologise waiting for him to move before deciding it’s best if you initiate contact. Throwing your arms over his shoulders, you pull him in for a tight hug, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist as he hoists you up, his arms pulling you in even closer as your feet dangle off the floor.

“I personally didn’t miss you at all.” You chuckle into his neck as he sways a little his own face buried into your shoulder, you can feel the grin on his lips as he gently places you down on the ground, not quite letting go of you yet. 

“I missed you so much.” He mumbled, nuzzling into your shoulder a little more before finally pulling away, his hand grabbing for your suitcase as his other hand reaches out for yours. 

“Trevor wanted me to tell you he’d be watching the game tomorrow.” You say as you take hold of Jamie’s hand, letting him lead the way out of the airport. 

“He better be.” Jamie says, “he has nothing better to do these days.” 

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The drive to Jamie’s new place from the airport takes longer than normal, as he stops around to pick up a few bits a pieces to help make your stay with him more comfortable - snacks being his highest priority. 

“I know it’s not the fanciest but its cozy and it has two bedrooms so it was perfect for friends to come visit.” Jamie warns as he parks his car in the garage under his building. You’re quick to roll your eyes at his statement, if the outside of the building was anything to go by the apartment was going to be more than ‘cozy’. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” You respond, undoing your seatbelt and slipping out of the car, dragging your backpack with you trying to make your way to grab your suitcase before Jamie could beat your to it. 

You’ll give him one thing, for how built he was, he could move faster then most people. Jamie grins as he pulls your suitcase from the trunk of his car, holding it in one hand the other grabbing for the grocery bags. “Too slow.” He teases as he shuts the trunk, guiding you to the elevator. 

You just watch as he gets in the moving metal box scanning his access key and pressing the tenth floor your reasonably heavy suitcase comfortable in his hand. “You know the suitcase has wheels, right?” You question. 

“Yep.” Jamie says quickly, nodding his head as he adds, “But how would I show off how strong I am, if I just wheeled it around.” His statement pulls a shocked laugh from you as the elevator stops announcing it’s arrival on the tenth floor. Jamie once again moves quickly walking to his door and pressing a few numbers into the keypad. 

“Not fancy, my ass.” You grumble as he pushes his door open, moving inside placing your suitcase by the door, and the groceries on the dining room table. 

“Welcome.” He exclaims arms out wide as he lets you take in his space. It was definitely fully furnished, the house looking like it came from a home decor magazine, but it didn’t have the comfort a home should have. Jamie had already started adding a few decorations of his own, his and Trevors ducks jerseys hanging side by side in large frames besides the living room T.V, a few photo frames with his friends and family lining the shelves besides the window. 

“This place is great, Jamie.” You exclaim, as you reach for your suitcase, lying it on the floor as you dig around for your present. “But you were right when you said it was missing something.” You continue finally grabbing hold of the rolled up fabric in your bag. 

You smile as you hand it to him watching the fabric unroll, the man looking down at the blanket in confusion. “Your mum sent me some of your old jerseys that weren’t going to any use, and Trevor asked the equipment manager if I could have some ducks ones as a parting gift.” You begun to explain, motioning to the logos from the jerseys of every team he had played on. “Most of it is made up of jerseys from your time with the ducks, and I had to buy a Philadelphia one to finish it off.” You finish motions to the orange square at the bottom of the blanket. 

“You made me a blanket?” Jamie asks quietly. 

You nod. 

“Out of all my old jerseys?” He asks again. 

You nod.

“Do you like it?” You asks slowly, watching his face for any sign of distain. Jamie glances towards you for a moment before taking off down the hallway, his feet sliding against the wooden floorboards as he enters the room at the end of the hall. 

“It’s perfect.” He yells, your feet moving to follow him. You glance around the corner into the bedroom, Jamie smoothing the blanket over his bed with one of the biggest smiles you had ever seen. “It’s perfect.” He says again. 

“Well, I’m glad you like it.” You respond, your hands clasped behind your back, “Now show me my room.” 

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“Are you sure your okay to make your own way there?” Jamie asks as he straightens out his dark grey suit, his hair freshly washed and pushed away from his forehead. Your night with Jamie had consisted of Chinese takeaway and a lot of gossip about Trevors new girlfriend - the two of you eventually falling asleep on the couch while watching ‘love is blind’ on Netflix. 

You had woken up in the guest room, unsure how Jamie had managed to move you with such ease. 

“I’ll be fine, it’s like a ten minute Uber.” You reassure, reaching out the smooth out the collar on his shirt. Jamie was heading to the rink early as most players did on game day, wanting the chance to start warming up and checking their equipment. 

“Oh before I forget.” Jamie says quickly, reaching into his practice bag pulling out a large ID hanging on a lanyard. “I grabbed you one of these so you have access to the family room if it’s too overwhelming down near the ice, it also gets you free food at the concession stands.” He says quickly handing you the lanyard. 

‘Jamie Drysdale - Friends and Family - All Access’ Printed in large letters on the front, the lanyard covered in big block letters spelling out ‘VIP’ 

“You didn’t have to Jamie, you already got me those rink side tickets.” You complain looking down at the pass again. 

“Well I didn’t have to pay for this - and it’s just in case of emergencies, I don’t want you to get stuck with security if you need something.” He explains and you nod slowly, tucking the pass close to your chest as you glance up at him. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? Meet me near the locker room.” He says softly, reaching forwards to tuck a lose piece of hair behind your ear. 

The silence is thick between the two of you - Jamie hand resting on the side of your neck as he opens his mouth to say something, closing it quickly after. He doesn’t say anything as he shoots you another grin, picking up his phone and keys by the door, quietly exiting his apartment. 

You let out a long sigh, the feeling of his hand still tingling on your skin. 

Now was probably a good time to get ready. 

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You checked your outfit one more time in the mirror - the flared leggings doing wonders to make your legs look longer and slimmer, you favourite hoodie layered under one of Jamie’s new Philadelphia jerseys - usually you wouldn’t wear a jersey to a game often feeling they made you look awkward and desperate when hanging around with your two friends, but for the first game you were watching of Jamie’s in his new team you felt it was necessary to show your support. 

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, your grab the spare set of keys Jamie had left for you, tapping on your phone to order the Uber to take you to the rink. The car arrived quickly, game days often being a easy money making day for Uber drivers, the man greeting you and confirming your destination as you slide into the backseat of his car. 

“You a Philly fan?” The drivers asks as he glances at you in the rearview mirror. 

“Not really - I’m actually from Anaheim but my friend recently moved here and I just wanted to support him.” You explain the driving nodding before asking. 

“Your boyfriend, is he a player?” 

“Oh no, we’re just friends.” You correct the driver raising an eyebrow as he turns his gaze back to the road. 

“Not many friends would fly across the country to watch a hockey game.” The driver continues, a smile breaking out on his face as you stare like a deer caught in headlights. “Must be some friendship you two have.” He adds driving the needle further into your chest as you think about your friendship. 

The crowds begin to grow as you close in on the rink, the driver giving you a kind smile as he stops outside the front entrance. “I hope you have fun at the game.” The driver says as you swing open the back door, “Tell your friend how lucky he is to have you.” He adds as you shut the door, you can see him smiling as the car pulls away from the curb, shaking your head at the friendly mans antics. 

As you make your way into the building scanning your ticket at the front door - grabbing a quick bottle of water from a concession stand before making your way to your seat just in time to see both teams fly onto the ice for warm ups. Taking your seat you smile at the two girls sitting a few seats down, pulling your phone out of you pockets to snap photos of number 9. 

‘Jamie’s not-so-bestie 😈: snapped a few photos of our special little guy.’ You send the message to Trevor rolling your eyes at yet another name change in your phone. 

A hard bang on the glass has you looking up from your phone, Jamie staring down at you with furrowed brows. “Trevor.” You mouth his head nodding, as he flicks his puck into his hand, showing it to you before throwing it over the glass, the puck easily caught in your hands. Jamie watches you as he take a few steps away from your seat, handing it over to the girls sitting a little further away. 

“He wanted me to pass this to you.” You say as you hand it to one of the girls, both letting out high pitched squeals as they glance towards your best friend. 

“Where’s your pass?” He mouths through the glass, motioning his hands around his neck, your hand tapping your bag, pulling out one corner to show him where your stored it. He nods quickly, waving a quick goodbye as he skates away, doing a few laps around the ice before stopping to stretch closer to the bench. 

“I always knew Jamie would be into bigger girls.” One of the teenagers exclaims, both looking you up and down before leaning together and whispering. “She is really pretty though.” The others replies. 

You glance down at yourself with a sigh, settling back into your seat, your arms wrapped around yourself.  The game starts soon after the flyers and penguins taking to the ice in a close game. You watch on the edge of your seat as Jamie moves quickly around the ice - occasionally taking a second to respond to one of Trevors messages. The first period ends with the penguins ahead by one - Jamie exiting the ice with slumped shoulders. 

You knew how tough on himself Jamie could be when the game wasn’t going his way - and being on a new time, you could guess the pressure he was putting on himself was multiplied. Waiting for the second period you glance down at your phone, liking a photo on your instagram before a tap on your shoulder catches your attention. 

“So, do you know him or something?” One of the girls ask as she takes a seat next to you, her friend moving to sit besides her as they both wait for your answer. 

“Or something.” You respond, looking back to your phone as it dings. 

‘bestfriend ❤️: does the game look as bad as it feels?’ You move to respond before one of the girls asks another question. 

“So are you two dating?” She says and you shrug waiting as she adds, “you just don’t seem like the type to be with a hockey player.” Her friend slaps her shoulder as they both giggle, “You can’t say that.” He friend laughs as you just roll your eyes typing quickly on your phone. 

‘trevor’s bestie ❤️: the game is tight. You’re playing great.’ You send the message to Jamie. The two girls remain besides you as the second period starts, the flyers managing a goal to tie the game, the play moving fast as the penguins manage to score a third goal with less than nine minutes left in the period. 

You try to stay positive, hockey being a game where score reversals can happen so fast, the play restarting at centre ice the puck making its way back and forth on the ice before being hit high into the air. Jamie skates his way to the red line, swatting the puck back down to the ice before taking off with it. 

He gets past one penguin making his way into the offensive zone before he gets rammed into - his body hits the ice hard, you can see his mouth open in a pain filled hiss as he rolls to his side, his right hand gripping his left shoulder. 

“Shit.” You curse, jumping up from your seat as you watch him move. Jamie makes his way onto his feet, his left arm hanging limply by his side, the boy skating quickly off the ice into the locker room. You ignore the fans cheering as the two teams go head to head in a scrum, your mind racing as you take two stairs at a time. 

‘Jamie’s real bestie 😈 is calling.’ 

“Is he okay? What the fuck was that.” Trevor yells into the phone, as you speed walk through the building. 

“I don’t know - he didn’t look okay.” You respond stopping one of the workers who’s in a Philadelphia branded shirt. “Excuse me, do you know where the locker room is?” You question, the man looking at you with confusion as you fish around in your bag, your phone still pressed to your ear as you grab hold of the VIP pass. 

“It’s his shoulder, Trev. It looked dislocated.” You say into your phone as the man walks quickly with you behind him, stopping outside a roped off area, whispering quietly to one of the security guards who slowly walks away. “I’m going to see if I can check on him.” Trevor swears a few times before making you promise to text him once you know if Jamie is okay, the two of you ending the phone call quickly as the security guard comes back. 

“We don’t let most people in the locker room.” The security guard says quickly and you nod. “Can I see your pass please.” He adds quickly, handing over the lanyard and pass as he glances over it. His eyes widen a little as he sees the players name on your pass before handing it back to you. 

“What’s your relation to the player?” The security guard asks and you hesitate. 

“His girlfriend.” You splutter out the guard nodding before holding up one of the ropes for you to slip under - he motions for you to follow behind him as he walks to the entrance of the room, holding out a hand for you to stop. 

“We have someone claiming to be Jamie’s girlfriend outside, she wants to come in.” You heard the guard say into the room, a few people mumble back words of confusion and disagreement with letting you inside. 

“Let her in.” Jamie voice cuts through, before he lets out a painful whimper, “Please.” He adds quickly. You don’t wait for permission, rounding the corner to walk into the locker room, a small gasp escaping you as you take in Jamie. His eyes are squeezed shut as the trainers work carefully to remove his pads, his shoulder clearly out of it’s socket. 

Jamie lets out another yelp as they lift his arm to unclip the chest pads, both trainers apologising as they gently place it back by his side. You take a few steps forwards, Jamie’s eyes opening at the sound of your approaching, his bright blue eyes finding yours as he reaches out his right hand. 

“Oh Jamie.” You sigh as you take his hand in yours, your other reaching out to move his hair out of his face. He lets out a long sigh as he turns his head to face your, burying it in your stomach as he lets out a long groan as the trainers rotate his arm slowly, your face scrunching in a grimace as you watch the joint slide back into place, your hand stroking gently across his hair. 

Jamie lets out a sigh of relief as the trainers drop his arm into his lap, the joint now comfortable back in the socket. “Are you okay?” You ask, Jamie just nodding his head against you, his body melting into your side as your hand moves from his hair to rub soft circles on his back. 

“Lucky for you Jamie, I think we’ve saved you a trip to the ER.” The trainer says pulling out a triangle bandage, making quick work of wrapping Jamie’s arm in a sling “Bad news is you’ll still have to go to the hospital for an X-ray to make sure everything is where it is meant to be.” The trainer adds, finishing off Jamie’s sling before turning to you. 

“Are you in a position to drive him over?” The trainer questions and you nod quickly, “We will ring ahead to try and get you two in and out as quickly a possible.” You thank the trainer, before moving Jamie’s head away from your body, crouching down in front of him. 

“Do you wanna get changed before we go?” You ask, Jamie just nodding slowly, his eyes shooting over to the equipment manager already holding a fresh set of clothes. “I’ll wait outside, okay?” You reassure pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before leaving the room. 

‘Jamie’s not-so-bestie 😈: He’s okay, left shoulder was dislocated but one of the trainers managed to get it back in, so we’re heading to the hospital to get a quick X-ray.” You send the message to Trevor, your gaze lifting from your phone as Jamie trudges out of the locker room, his arm tight in his sling, a black hoodie thrown on with a pair of sweatpants. 

“They know you’re coming, just go straight to the imaging wing and give them Jamies name.” The trainer explains, handing Jamies backpack to you with a gentle smile. He pats Jamie on the back before heading back into the room. Jamies free hand reaches out to grip yours, pulling you in the direction of the parking garage. 

“Thank you.” Jamie says quietly as you reach his car, throwing his bag in the backseat before helping him slide into the passenger side. 

“Theres no need to thank me, Jamie.” You reassure, racing around to get into the drivers seat. As soon as you’ve reversed out of the spot, Jamie’s hand finds your again, his fingers laced with yours, his thumb stroking the back of your hand softly. You glance over at him every now and then, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw tight as the car jostles him. 

“We’ll be home before you know it.” You coos, trying to drive as smoothly as possible. 

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Jamie’s trainer was right, the trip to the hospital couldn’t have been more then an hour, the doctor giving Jamie the all clear to go home with some pain relief and instructions for strict rest, he would be in touch with the Philadelphia team to decide on a treatment plan. 

Jamie is silent as you drive the two of you back to his apartment, his hand never leaving yours as you make your way into his apartment moving him over to the couch in front of the TV. 

“I’m gonna grab you some food and water so you can take your pills.” You say quickly, but Jamie just shakes his head, his hand squeezing yours as he pulls you back to him. 

“Just stay.” He says softly, “Sit with me for a little.” He adds, his head falling to your shoulder as you take the spot besides him on the couch. Both your hands clasp his, fiddling with his fingers as his breathing slows. 

“Thank you.” He says again. 

“You really don’t have to thank me, Jamie. It’s what friends do.” You respond, the boy letting out a scoff. 

“Most friends wouldn’t fly across the country to watch a hockey game.” He sulks, the words from your Uber driver earlier ringing in your ears. 

“I guess I’m not like most friends.” You coo, a smile lighting up on Jamie’s face. 

“I guess not.” He says softly before asking, “So, are we like offical now or something?” The words making your snort as you glance down at him. 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You… Me… Us. You said you were my girlfriend.” He explains, his words gentle as he shifts his head against your shoulder, your eyes meeting. “I really want you to be my girlfriend.” He sense the way you hesitate, quickly moving to take back his statement. 

“Isn’t it obvious Jamie?” You ask, “would just a friend really fly six hours just to watch a hockey game?” 

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tell us please about your top3 (or just 3) wlw relationships in marauders era! and 1-2 headcanons about them additionally ♡

AAAAA ok!!!

It's so difficult to pick but I managed to narrow it down :D I was planning to just share two specific hcs but I got carried away with each one and it just turned into word soup lmao

1: Dorlily

OH MY GOD I LOVE THEM 😭 I don't talk about them NEARLY as much as I should, I need to write a fic for them at some point. The rivals to lovers of it all, the constant competition and snarky flirting. I love them sooooo much! Especially if it ends badly and it's all angsty before they later get with other people but they're still just bitterly pining over eachother. Even when they're together they're trying to one-up each other and it should be toxic but it's their love language. They go from 0-100 so fast (take that however you will) and everybody around them is shocked to find out they're together. Definitely starts off casual and then accidentally grows into something more. If they're endgame I can see them fighting over large purchases and who drives and stuff, not because they hate each other but because they want to see how much they can get away with doing for their partner without addressing it. Kind of like aggressive princess treatment? I mainly like them in modern aus or crime aus.

2: Marylene

Also underrated but they're gaining popularity. Friends to lovers!! They definitely were each other's first crushes and convinced themselves they were over it but they weren't. They got together through their friends plotting and telling them the other liked them bc they couldn't admit to it themselves. A lot of accidental flirting. They work well in both canon and other aus but I love the idea of athletics aus for them (usually dance and hockey) as well as any form of historical bc they're just so chaotic it's amazing. They settle in really well together and none of their friends really notice when they take a new step in their relationship because after the initial panic and denial they end up moving really smoothly. Everyone is jealous of them for it.

3: Crystalflower (Lily and Sybill)

A little biased bc I made this one...but they complement each other so well! They're both smart but Lily is more obviously academically inclined and Syb is a little less obvious in her intelligence but it's there and Lily sees it. Then the angst of the war and the prophecy 😭 of her knowing it could be the woman she loves who is in danger but being in no place to stop it. Having to see Harry and see her girl looking back at her. The GUILT. Sybill teaches her tarot and in return Lily helps her with her extended writing skills. Nobody knows they're together, nobody really knows they hang out, but they like it that way. They can share each other without intervention or judgement.

Bonus: Bugmia (Walburga and Euphemia). Technically not marauders era but I have to mention them bc they're so overhated and I love them as bitter exes where they both thought they could fix each other and it never worked. Also quidditch rivals!!!

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Cross-Checked - Chapter Five

Andy Barber x OFC Leighton "Leia" Andrews

Summary:

Andy Barber is having the best year of his life. His game is on point. It’s gets to play with his best friend and his fiancé just... dumped him?!. 

Reeling from a sudden change in status, Andy decides it’s time to just focus on hockey. Until his best friend's sister comes out with news that rock the entire organizations world., 

Andy has always carried a torch for the untouchable Leighton but in her hour of need, is now the time to shoot and score or risk getting cross - checked again? 

Warnings: Cheating (but not by the MCs); slow burn; friends to lovers eventually; SMUT!; pregnancy; jealousy; handsome goalies, evil exes...

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Chapter Five - Here for You - Leia/Andy

Leia 

I fully understand that news can make you speechless.  

I’ve shared some doosies in my lifetime.  Especially to the man in front of me.  While Luke is my brother and I trust and love him, sometimes there are things I just can’t tell him.  Like when I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend. Or when the same boyfriend broke up with me and I couldn’t tell Luke because I knew he would beat him up.  

But I could always tell Andy anything.  

Except this time, I think I broke him.  

“Andy, please say something,” I beg him.  

“You’re pregnant?”  I nod, scared he’s going to start yelling.  He stops and looks away for a moment. Then he looks back at me. “It’s Bret’s.” Not a question, just a statement.  I nod again because, really, I don’t want to say it out loud. Andy runs a hand through his hair.  “Are you going to keep it?” 

“I don’t know,” I whisper. I really don’t. Because right now the feelings of being terrified and excited are swirling around in me.  The road trip had passed in a blur. I was doing everything i could to avoid being sick in front of everyone, while trying to do my job. It was hard.  And a couple of times I had to lie to get out of whatever it was that was brought up, like going to a club and stuff.  

The weird part of it was Jeremy wasn’t around like I assumed he would be.  And Andy had been checking in on me more frequently. Stella just rolled her eyes when I mentioned it, so she was no help but now, in this moment, I need Andy.  

“Ok,” he finally says.  “Have you seen a doctor to confirm?” 

He’s using his captain voice, which is sexy to hear on the ice while he is commanding his teammates in drills and right now, it's making my lower region tingle a bit. Fuck Leia, focus. “Uh, no. I didn’t know where to do in California or Washington or Canada for that matter.  I was going to sneak over there soon because i wasn’t gonna say anything but here we are.”  

“Yeah, here we are.” Andy shook his head. “Are you going to tell him?” 

Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that. I have to tell my ex about a baby that i am sure he doesn't want.  Or if he does, would he insist I move with him so he can be closer to his kid.  Or worse, would he say I need to marry him so I don’t raise a bastard. He had that mentality, so it was a legitimate fear.  

Andy could see my panic.  “Hey, its ok.” He pulls me back into his arms.  “Everything is going to be ok.”  

“What am I going to do Andy?  I have to tell him but what if he wants to take my baby?  What if he insists I move? Oh god.” I lean into him and sob.  My entire life is being blown up and I have no idea what to do.  

“Princess, breathe for me. C’mon, you can do it. In and out.” I breathe at his tempo, grateful for his presence.  As my breathing slows, he kisses the top of my head.  “Now, everything is going to be ok.  First step is the doctor and confirm everything.” I nod. “Second, is deciding if you tell the doucheweasel about it. Whatever you want to do, I am here for you, ok?” 

“I have to get a place and buy baby stuff... and Luke.  Oh god he’s going to murder me.”  

“A place?” Andy asks surprised. “Why do you need a place?” 

“Andy, if I have this baby, I need to have my own place.  I can’t cramp your style with a pregnant girl living with you.  Eventually you’ll want to date and then you bring a girl home and there is a screaming infant and...” 

Andy covers my mouth to stop the ramble that is happening. “Leia, do you honestly think I would let my pregnant best friend live somewhere else?” 

Well, that was unexpected. I move to make a sound and Andy lets go of my face.  “You aren’t kicking me out?” 

“And risk your brother’s rath?  I don’t think so.  No thank you. You can live here with me. Whatever you decide. Promise.” He holds out his pinky finger.  I grasp it with mine and smile.  

“I think I do want to keep it, Andy.  I know its part Bret but hopefully we can tame whatever genes that asshole passes over.” I chew my lips.  “I’ll email him about it and he can decide from there.”  I move to stand but I’m so dizzy from being dehydrated and Andy has to hold me to stop from falling over.  

“Would you go back to him if he asked?” Andy looks torn over asking the question.  

“No,” I say immediately. “I can’t be with someone like him, who wants to control my life and my decisions.” The look of relief that passes Andy’s face is comical.  “You really didn’t like him.”  

“I really didn’t, princess.  C’mon, water, juice and some toast to get your stomach to settle.  I’ll call around for a doctor.”  

“Thanks Andy.”  I chew my lips as we walk downstairs.  “Can you help me with more thing?” 

“Sure Princess.”  

“Can you help me tell Luke?” 

I’ve never seen a man look so scared in his life. 

Andy 

It's a couple of days later, and I’m sitting in an exam room with Leia, staring at the posters in her office.  Why am I staring? Because its pictures of woman, in child birth. I swallow hard, trying not to get queasy. Why did I volunteer for this?  I look down at Leia, who is chewing her bottom lip and clutching Sebastian. She was the reason. I take a deep breath and take her hand.  “Everything is going to be ok, Princess.”  

“You don’t know that Chewy.” She looks up at me. “I could have already miscarried, or its ectopic or its was completely false and...” 

I squat to get eye level with her, and she stops.  I kiss her knuckles. “Everything is going to be fine. They already did the blood test and that will confirm everything. The doctor will come in and check and then we can make some decisions, ok?” 

“We?” She looks at me with shiny eyes. She is so scared that her eyes are wider than normal, Sebastian basically being choked at this point.  

I grasp her fingers around the stuffed cow and massage them until they are loose again.  “We, ok? I won’t leave your side as long as you want me here.” I reach up and kiss her forehead. “We are going to be ok.”  

Just then, the doctor comes in and I stand back up next to Leia.  “Good Morning, Leighton. I’m Dr. Sheppard.  I’ll be doing your exam and then I will send you to the ultrasound room for the first pictures of baby.  Is this dad?” 

I move to say no, but Leia beats me to it. “Yes, he is.”  

What the fuck is she doing? I look down at her and she smiles her public relations smile and I know, she is saving face.  I smile at the doctor as she makes a note.  “I’m Andy...” 

“I know who you are Mr. Barber. I’m a big fan.  I was sorry to hear about... well...” 

Shit, Leia did not think her decision through and here we are. “Leia and I have been friends for years and we had one night.” I shrugged and smile. “Guess everything was meant to be.” The lie comes too easily. 

“Of course,” Dr. Sheppard flushes and moves to the computer.  She cleared her throat and read something.  “Well, the blood test confirms high levels of HCG, which is positive for pregnancy. When was the last day of your menstrual cycle?”  She smiles as she looks at Leia.  

Leia flinches and flashes me an apologetic look. “Umm, I’m not sure.”  

“That’s fine. The intra vaginal ultrasound can confirm a pretty close approximation of size and date of conception.  Otherwise, how are you feeling?” 

“I’m nauseous all the time.  Sleepy too.” She looks at me again, like she wants to verify that she’s using the right words.  

“She’s been having a low grade fever on and off for a couple of days.  She’s able to keep toast, tea and a little bit of juice down during the day. She’s also been dizzy a few times,” I explain.  

“These are all normal,” Dr Sheppard confirms.  “The dizziness is from the dehydration and vomiting.  Unfortunately, morning sickness is not just in the morning.  It really should be named all day sickness.  That should clear up as you head into the second trimester.” She looked back at the notes on the computer.  “Otherwise, your weight is good, all of your other blood levels are great. Just try to rest and keep your strength up.  I’m going to prescribe some antinausea medication for the times it won’t just stop.”  

“Ok,” Leia’s lip trembles a little.  

“Let’s get you to ultrasound and see baby.”  

Once Leia is stripped from the waist down, I sit by her head as we wait for the technician.  “I’m the father?” I whispered to her.  

“I panicked.  I’m sorry.  I just didn’t want to be judged as a single mother.”  

Before I can respond, the tech comes in and they start on the exams.  They roll a wand over Leia’s flat stomach, and we see a tiny blip of a thing show up on the screen. Then the most amazing sound is echoing in the room.  “Is that...” 

“That is baby’s heart beat,” the tech smiles.  “It looks like you are about eight or nine weeks pregnant. Congratulations.”  

I feel it pull on my chest that my Leia is going to be a mother.  She has a new life in her belly.  I see the tears stream down her face.  I thumb them away as I have a really devastating thought cross my mind.  

I wish I was the father for real.  

As we stared at the pictures in our living room a little while later, Leia finished composing her email to Bret.  I can’t believe that fucker gets to be a father to this baby.  This baby that should be mine. I have to swallow down my anger about it as Leia leans into me as she hesitates to press send. “I’m right here Princess.”  

“I don’t want him to take my baby.”  

“He won’t. I won’t let that happen.” I kiss her temple. She takes a steadying breath and clicks send. 

“There.” 

“Better?” 

“No.”  

I chuckled.  “Ok. Well, we have until the beginning of May to make this work.” I sat up and grabbed my phone. “I won’t know what our schedule is then because that is playoffs.  But during our Christmas break, we should know what the baby is, and we can paint their room.”  I studied my phone but it's quiet and I look at Leia and she has tears streaming down her face.  “Princess, what’s wrong?” 

“Nothing,” she squeaks.  “It's just... you’re planning on a room?” 

“Of course, I am. Leia,” I put my phone down. “This is my niece or nephew and I love them as if they were my own. I was thinking about the room between ours, that way both of us can listen for them.  That leaves the two guest rooms at the end of hall free for people when they come over.”  

Leia launches herself at me and I catch her, making sure she isn’t hurt. “Thank you, Andy, so much.  I was so scared, but you are making me feel better about this.”  

“Hey, you’re my best friend. I would do anything for you.” I rub her back as she cries, wishing i could do more.  After a few minutes, she starts to calm down and I pull back.  “Ready to go meet Luke?” 

She shakes her head but squeaks out a yes. “He’s going to be so mad at me.”  

“He’s not going to be mad at you.  If anything, I don’t think six thousand miles is enough distance for Luke not to go out and kick Bret’s ass.” I laugh as she giggles. “C’mon, the faster we do this, the faster we can eat.”  

Leia and I had decided that it would probably be best to meet Luke in a public place to prevent a blow up. Well, its wishful thinking that we might prevent it but here we go.  I drove us to the restaurant, praying this was going to be ok.  I really didn’t want Leia to have to deal with her brother.  As I’ve said before, Lucas Andrews is a protective bastard and would do anything to make sure his sister was happy. I got us in and saw him sitting in a booth in the back.  He raised his hand, and I walked Leia over. “Just breathe, Princess.”  

“Hey Barber, Cubby,” giving both of us a hug.  We ordered, and small talked for a bit.  Leia’s leg was bouncing, and she was staring at her drink, biting her lip.  “Ok sis, what is going on?”  She snapped her head up. “You’re bouncing.  What’s going on?” 

Leia looked at me and I nodded.  She looked at her brother and took a shaky breath. “I got sick over the road trip.”  

“I know that.” Luke took a sip. “You had a fever.”  

“No. I mean, yes but it wasn’t a regular sickness.” Leia tried to keep the tears i could see from flowing. “I was throwing up on the trip, so I took a test with Stella and...” she hesitated and looked down.  “I’m pregnant.” 

“What?” Luke looked at me and I nodded. “You’re pregnant?” I could see the color rising from his neck.  “Who is the father?” He looked at me again and I shook my head.  Leia was crying and wouldn’t look at her brother. “Leighton, look at me.” She shook her head, so he reached over and gently grasped her chin to turn her head.  “Is it Bret?” Her bottom lip trembled, and she barely nodded before Luke exploded. “Son of a bitch!” He stood up and walked out of the restaurant as Leia began to sob. I wrapped an arm around her to let her cry as I watched my best friend walk out of the restaurant.  

“I’m sorry Leia. I’m so sorry,” I whispered as she cried. I let her go. “Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”  I walked out to the front where Luke was pacing. “Get your ass back in there Andrews,” I growled.  

“How could she be so stupid?  How could she let that ass wipe do this to her?” He ran his hands through his hair. “She’s just starting her business and the season and... FUCK!” He kicked a sign over.  

“That is enough Lucas.  Your sister needs you.  She was so scared to tell you.  I had to convince her to come.  You are confirming her worse fears.  She’s going to need you.  Your niece or nephew is going to need you.”  

“How long have you known?” 

“The day after the road trip.  I made her go to the doctor this morning to confirm.”  

He gave me a look and I could see his heart crack.  He ran back in and I followed.  He went right up to her and pulled her into his arms.  “Oh Cubby, I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you Leia.” He hugs her tight as she starts to sob again.  “Fuck, I screwed that up.” They hold each other for a few minutes, and I get us refills. I walk back as they start talking.  

“I sent him an email, but I refuse to move or give up my baby.” Leia has her determined face on.  “I can keep working, that’s what the doctor said but try and avoid being on the ice.”  

“You gonna tell management?” 

“I’m going to have to but I’m not going to tell anyone else.  Not until I can’t avoid it anymore.” She shrugs as she shoves a fry in her mouth.  I’m happy her appetite is back.  

“I mean, that’s your right,” he says.  “What about mom?” He grimaces as Leia rolls her eyes.  

“I guess I’ll tell her but I don’t want her involved.  She was like, obsessed with Bret and loved that he wanted me to be a housewife.” She shuddered at the thought.  “Imagine me as a stay at home mom.  I’ll destroy the house myself just to get away from that.”  

Their mom was not the same after their dad died.  She had been the typical hockey mom up until then.  After, she cared a little too much about her children.  Especially Leia, since she assumed that Leia would be more like her. But Leia is like her father, ambitious and driven, and she had always shunned the idea of just being a housewife. I really love that about her.  That she wanted it all and not just be a support system.  

“Yeah, i get that.  Miranda is the same way.” Luke sighed. “I gotta talk to her about this and about you moving in to the house and stuff.”  He took a long pull of his beer as Leia and I stopped to look at him.  I looked at her and she cleared her throat.  

“Actually, Flyboy, I’m going to stay with Andy.” Luke looks confused now. “What? But...” Her phone rings and she checks it before getting up. “I have to take this.”  

Luke turns to me as soon as she walks away from the table.  “Are you ok with this?” 

I shrug.  “Of course I am.  I offered.  Dude,” i grasp his shoulder, “I promised you I would take care of her if she ever needed me.  I’m keeping that promise.”  

Luke pulls me in for a hug. “Thanks man.”   

“I’ll always be there for the Andrews siblings.”  

If only he knew that i wanted more with his sister.  That i wanted her to be my girl.  That I wanted to be the father of her baby.  That they were my family.  

He would kill me on the spot.  

Look at me with the non-cliffhanger!

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Chilling Rivals - PSH

SYNOPSIS: you’re competitive and will not let anyone ever look down on you. What if the one and only ice skater -park sunghoon challenges you to a ice skating face off? Thinking the only sport you could ever do was ballet. What if he develops feelings for how fierce you are?

Pairing : ice skater PSH x Ballerina + ice skater fem! oc

Genre: rival to lovers au, fluff

warning: rude and dirty comments,

word count: 835

Everyone admired y/n for her competitiveness. She was a ballerina as well as a ice skater. Who has continuously won awards after awards. No one ever dared to challenge her because they know they would be humiliated by her group of dancers, who follows her around school like a lost puppy.

 

On the other hand, Park Sunghoon. The renowned figure skater, who’s also has the competitive spirit as y/n. Knows he is better than her. He’s confident that he will always be able to beat her ass in everything especially ice skating. Just because she learnt it doesn’t mean she’s a pro at it… "whatever you say sunghoon. She could add lots of ballet movement into ice skating as well." Jay explained as he rolled his eyes his ignorant friend.

 

"Girls quickly get into 4th position and relevé, Pirouette and spin!" The teacher yelled at the girls while clapping her hands, making sure all the girls are on time together before dismissing them.

 

"Alright you guys did fairly good today, please take some rest and y/n please hand this into the office as you leave." I took the register and we all thanked the teacher. As I was packing my stuff away, several girls asked where I’m I going after. "I have ice skating lessons. Wont be home until late."

The girls all starts chatting about it, before I stepped outside the door, I overheard one of them say "I heard sunghoon and Jay was talking about her. How sunghoon thinks she could never beat his ass."

"That’s such a lie, y/n will always beat him. He’s so self centered and obsessed with our captain. It makes me head pound." Giggles was spread around the room after. And before I knew it I was furious at his statement that was made about me. I swear to god if he thinks he’s better, I’ll just prove to him that he isn’t.

 

As a stepped into the ice rink. I quickly passed the people that’s already sat around the rink. I looked up and saw sunghoon gracefully glide across the ice effortlessly. The girls behind me squeaking as he did a loop. I focused on tying my laces following a deep voice calling my name.

 

"y/n y/l/n.. finally decided to appear." He chuckled leaning towards the board, as I met his gaze. I gave him a death stare.

 

"What do you want park sunghoon?" I asked as I took off my blade guards off. Gliding away from him. But he follows behind me like he’s a lost puppy. Making me irritated by his actions.

 

"I just want to have a face off with you. Because you’re competitive and so am I." He said with a disgusting smirk on his face. Him challenging me? Who does he think he is.

 

"Alright then. If you think you can beat me then show me your skills."

 

"You really think you can handle the challenges of ice skating?"

 

At this point, everyone around the rink was looking. Both of us were determined to prove our worth and showcase our talents. If Sunghoon really thinks my ballet background would limit my ability on the ice rink, then he got himself in the wrong position this time.

 

He wasted no time as he executed his routine with precision and effortless beauty. Captivating everyone’s attention around the rink with his breathtaking jumps, twizzles , toe loops, you name it, He finishes off with a hockey stop. The rink was filled with applause, he bowed, thanking everyone and their support.

 

He stopped in front of me. A slight shocked on my face. I admired his the artistry and the beauty in his routine. "Oh so you’re scared now." He laughed. "I’m not scared; I just think you could’ve kept your leg a bit straighter when you did those twizzles." I could tell he was now pissed off by my comment. But inside of me I know he did well, so god damn well..

I yearned to prove that my ballet skills could translate into the world of skating. I skated away from him before showcasing my unrevealed skills. I put as much strength and power into my footwork, graceful spins, and daring jumps.

 

I ended my routine with a loop jump. Gliding in front of Sunghoon As applause loudly echoed around the rink. I bowed and thanked them. I could see Sunghoon’s eye widening in astonishment. He has never seen such a mesmerizing fusion of elegance and fierce determination. He has never seen someone transition from ballet to ice skating with such ease.

 

"I guess you shouldn’t challenge someone with such competitiveness." I smiled at him before offering a handshake. "Don’t worry, love, I just went easy on you today. Don’t underestimate me." His grip around my hand was hard before he removed his hand from me. He winked and left the rink, the warm feeling leaving inside of me. Shit, I can’t lie, that was kind of cute of him.

 

Inside of Sunghoon. He was thinking the same thing, he was left in awe and admiration. He felt a newfound respect and admiration for her abilities. He finally understands why people won’t challenge her. But he will continue doing so just to see her beautiful figure gracefully glide around the ice. I just humiliated myself In front of such a beautiful girl.. this is what you get for challenging the queen of ballet. But whatever it was worth it. So worth it to see her beauty on the ice.

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Hi Allie! Love your fics and your prompt fills are great so far! If you still have room for more prompts, do you want to write something about time travel? Your time travel story in hockey RPF is one of my favorite fanfics ever and I would love to see your Drarry take. No pressure, though!

ahh hi, hello!! i have to tell you that this ask kind of broke my brain a little and gave me a new idea (not a Time Traveler's Wife AU, god, never again, bless u though) that i think is probably, sort of, maybe possibly going to turn into a real fic at some point? maybe?

here's 1.6k words of it for now hahaha. this is: professional time traveler draco who goes on an assignment back to the late 80s in surrey and maybe, sort of, possibly, accidentally kidnaps 7-year-old harry potter back to his time. yeah. enjoy? more to come someday???

Draco waits in an anxious crouch at the hearth, thighs straining, cursing himself for not just giving in to his aching back and getting on all fours. Not that that’s great for his knees—and Draco loves doing this mental exercise in his 30s, he really does, it’s—

“What do you want?” Blaise asks when he activates his Floo. He’s sitting with his legs slung over the arm of a chair, a book in his hands—upside down, because he’d definitely just picked it up and posed like that to answer the Floo. Draco rolls his eyes, face turned downward.

“Can you, erm, come over? Right now?”

“Right now?” Blaise echoes lazily. “I thought you were on assignment.”

“Right, I was, but I’m back now, and—”

“I hardly even noticed.”

Now Draco really rolls his eyes, and does not hide it; he doesn’t have the patience for this routine. “You are aware that when I’m on assignment, no time passes for you because I return directly to the moment in time where I first traveled from, right? So of course you wouldn’t have noticed, you never notice, and you just—look. Never mind. I need you to come over, right now.”

Now Blaise pinches the bridge of his nose with a frown. “Ugh. All that talk gives me a headache, you know that, Draco. Not the best way to get me to agree to your demands.”

“What if you agree to my demands because if you don’t, I will go over there and drag you through the Floo by your ear—”

“I’ve a full stone on you; unless you can time magic your way into some upper body strength—”

“I will get Greg and make him do it. Blaise.” Blaise finally looks up, the frown lingering. “I’m not joking. Please come here.”

For a moment, Blaise frowns deeply enough that it seems as if he is going to agree. He even puts down the book he’s not reading.

And then he gives Draco a slow, honeyed grin. “What’s in it for me?”

It takes the promise of a few good bottles of wine, a vow to join Blaise and his mother for tea with the latest stepfather, and all the money Draco has in his pocket—over 100 Galleons, unfortunately—to coax Blaise through the Floo. By then, Draco’s back is aching and it cracks ominously when he stands up, but the drops his hands from it as soon as Blaise steps through.

“All right,” Blaise says with a heavy sigh. “What’s so urgent?”

“It’s—I just—see, the thing is—” Draco paces, wringing his hands together, wincing at how sweaty they are. “It’s just that—oh, bollocks. I just need to show you.” Draco grabs Blaise by the wrist, ignoring his look of appalled offense, and marches him down the hall to the drawing room, where he casts a Notice-Me-Not and inches open the door. “Look,” he whispers, and Blaise pokes his head through and sucks in a breath.

“Is that—” Blaise says, and Draco shushes him quickly and shoves him back as the child looks up, frowning. He’s been frowning since Draco first saw him, hadn’t even stopped when Draco brought him here and scrounged up every abandoned toy Pansy’s girls or Teddy had ever left behind and presented them to him. He’d frowned when Draco asked him if he wanted something to eat, frowned harder when Draco had practically run to the kitchen to throw a jam sandwich together with shaking hands because he knew that, despite what the child said, he was surely hungry, he had to be, he—

“Sorry,” Draco says hastily as 7-year-old Harry Potter turns his frown in the direction of the cracked open door, ending the Notice-Me-Not. “Just, ah, checking on you. Everything all right?”

Harry just keeps frowning. He’s got a small soft toy in the form of a dragon in his hands, but he drops it on the tea table as Draco’s eyes sweep over it, placing his hands quickly in his lap. The plate from the sandwich is utterly empty, devoid even of crumbs, and the glass of milk is similarly drained, and Harry’s eyes flash to them with a guilt that shouldn’t be there, sending another fissure of heartbreak through Draco.

“Another sandwich?” he asks, knowing the answer he’s going to get and knowing the answer that’s true.

Harry shakes his head, the barest hint of movement; his tiny, too-thin shoulders are hunched. Draco takes a steadying breath, gives a firm, determined nod, and says, “I’ll be right back.”

He pushes back, where Blaise is stood to the side now, gaping. “Come on,” Draco whispers. “I’ll explain while I make him another sandwich.”

“Draco,” Blaise says urgently as he follows Draco on another dash to the kitchen. “Tell me that’s not Harry Potter.”

“It’s not Harry Potter,” Draco says in an utterly flat, emotionless voice. Blaise groans out loud.

“It’s finally happened. You’ve lost your mind completely; that job of yours has smoothed out every remaining wrinkle in your brain. Pansy was right, we should’ve staged an intervention years ago, it’s our fault, really—”

“It is, I’m in complete agreement,” Draco says, nodding vigorously as he slams into the swinging kitchen door. Everything to make the jam sandwich is still laid out on the bench, so he slices bread with shaking hands and then turns the knife on Blaise, a glob of jam trembling at the end of it. “I’ll have that intervention now, if it’s on offer.”

“It’s a bit bloody late for it, isn’t it?” Blaise says, rubbing his hands over his face. “Is he—that’s not adult Potter on potions, is it? Is this not as bad as I think it is?”

“No, and no, it’s definitely much worse than you think it is,” Draco says as he scrapes butter up on his knife and then scrapes it over the bread rather desperately. “It’s—look.” The knife drops with a clatter, and Draco whips out his pocket watch, shoving it under Blaise’s nose.

Blaise squints down at it. “I—Draco, you know I haven’t the foggiest what any of these mad instruments say. What am I looking at?”

“Do you see that ticking hand there? The green one?” Draco asks, jabbing his finger at it. “That’s our timeline. And the rest—all the different colored hands—those are other timelines. Sometimes I go to them to fix—things, aberrations, events falling too far out of control. Sometimes I go and—and destroy them, and the hands disappear. And sometimes I just go back in my timeline, the green timeline, and go on assignment, and I get bored because my assignment is in a horrible place called Little Whinging, Surrey, and I have time to kill—don’t laugh—and I decide to peek in on my old school rival and see if I can find any fun childhood embarrassments to make fun of for the next time he forgets who I am and tries to drunkenly hit on me at the pub—”

“Oh, good god, Draco.”

“—you know, when he calls me Dresden and asks where I went to school because he would’ve remembered—”

“It’s pathetic and absurd that you’re still completely fucking hung up on that, Draco, it was months ago—”

“Vengeance takes time!”

“Kidnapping someone from the past is a little far for vengeance! You are insane!”

“No, it’s not—” Draco takes a shuddering breath and turns back to the sandwich, struggling to unscrew the jam jar while still holding the pocket watch. “This isn’t vengeance. You didn’t see—I didn’t know—”

“Know what? What the fuck were you thinking?”

“It was—they treated him horribly, Blaise, I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—”

Draco hears Blaise suck in a harsh, shocked breath. “So this is—bloody hell. You’re not planning on sending him back?”

“I can’t. Even if I wanted to—look.” He whirls around with the watch again and points at a different hand. “See that—that tiny hand, the little red one? That’s a new timeline. It appeared when I brought him back here.”

Blaise stares at him in utter shock, more genuine emotion on his face that Draco’s ever seen. “So you created a new timeline, all on your own? Have you ever done that before?”

“Of course not. It’s utterly forbidden, it’s disastrous, I may have broken the universe. It’s—it’s the end of my time-traveling career.” Draco’s voice breaks on the last few words, and he turns back to the bench, wrenching the jam jar open, piling jam on top of the butter and then pulling out a new plate to serve it on. A flick of his wand and there’s a new glass, milk pouring into it, splashing out a little where Draco can’t keep a steady hand. His breathing is coming fast and a little wheezy.

“What are you going to do?” Blaise asks in a hushed, pitying voice.

Draco thinks about it for a second, trembling in his kitchen. A thousand different scenarios are flaring out in his mind, all the possibilities—he’s always thinking in multiple timelines in his line of work, always considering every possible outcome and calculation and consequence. It brings up an unpleasant buzzing in his head, rushing in his ears, and he has to take a deep, deep breath.

Then he sets the sandwich plate and the glass of milk to Levitate by the door, puts the pocket watch on the bench, picks up the knife, and brings the hilt of it down onto the face of the watch, smashing it to pieces that scatter all around them, dozens of colorful hands and gears and shattered pieces of glass, time strewn all about.

“Right now, I’m going to give that child a jam sandwich,” Draco says.

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Unexpected Meetings

Hey y’all! This is a work of fiction that I’ve been working on and I really hope you guys enjoy it! It’s a bit of a Detroit: Become Human! AU with a little bit of NHL hockey mixed into it, so if you’re unfamiliar with one fandom, or both, hopefully I did an alright job with giving enough background info and insight. I want to also thank @onigirimiya11 for proof-reading this and helping me with editing, and my younger sister for being a beta reader. Once again, I hope you enjoy this! :)

Pairing: Matthew Tkachuk x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None

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8:45:15 PM – November 13th, 2042

Kamski University – Detroit, MI

Raindrops fell upon the dim lit streets of Detroit, puddling and creating mirrors and portals to another universe. The arched building of Kamski University pointed at the sky, as if it were pointing to a god. But there was no other god in Detroit besides Elijah Kamski himself. Android mastermind, a scientist who played god, created machine so close to man, perhaps even a mirror of man. He lived away on the outskirts of Detroit, away from the public eye.

Students at Kamski University were some of the most brilliant minds, only a select few could be enrolled after passing a complex exam along with a few other tests of intelligence. Many looked up to the students at Kamski University. Young, intuitive, dedicated researchers were a model for students all across the globe. They followed the steps of Kamski, working on technology to further advance what man has created, to be better than before. Why play god and end what you have done when you can raise demi-gods? 

Many scholars at this time spend their hours working on a project, a new advancement for Detroit, or researching a new discovery, in hopes of clarifying what it would mean for the world. It was never about themselves, it was always what they could do for the future, for Kamski. 

She sat there staring at the laptop screen, sorting the lines of code into a more organized unit, the numbers and commands becoming a language that she understood by heart. It was like a tongue that she grew up with, a song that she has recited plenty of times. It started to become a blur in her eyes, the numbers not making sense like it used to a minute ago, the errors in her code becoming more prominent. Her eyes strained at the glaring screen, searching for a solution that wasn’t so evident.

Frustration was building up inside of her, a beast that was starting to be awoken with one small mistake, a monster that could snap at any given moment. She got up and shut the laptop closed, removing the irritating lines of code out of her sight. Her hands reached to her bag, to the door handle, and out of the confining dorm room.

Few minutes from the campus of Kamski University was a museum, a time capsule embedded into the center of Detroit, moments of history frozen into one single place all together. The rain blurred the sharp corners and lights of the building, fading it into the background of the large, noisy city. 

She stepped inside of the museum, the soft glow of the lights inside pulling her in further, lulling her into a calm state of mind, a gentle focus on the artifacts on display within the museum. Her footsteps echoed in the almost vacant museum, making it evident that she was allowed to be lost in her own world for a fragment of time. 

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10:20:38 PM – 13th November, 2042

Little Caesars Arena – Detroit, MI

The Florida Panthers won an ice hockey game in overtime against the Detroit Red Wings, causing the city to sulk in its loss while the rowdy players filled up a local bar to celebrate victory. Matthew Tkachuk was a well known name amongst hockey players, making his way to the Hockey Hall of Fame with his dedication to winning the Stanley Cup, and with his latest game, scoring the winning goal in overtime.

“C’mon Chucky, just one drink at the bar, please!” Lundell pleaded. “You scored in OT! We’ve got to celebrate right?” He searched Matthew’s face for an answer. 

Matthew shook his head and sighed, “No, sorry guys.” The group of men groaned and threw complaints around for a bit.

“Just one drink, Matty,” Lucas said. “and then you can go do whatever you want.”

“No, I’m sorry, I just want to relax and go to sleep early tonight guys,” the chorus of groans and sighs started again.

“Alright guys, let’s leave him alone now. He kind of does have a point,” he went off. “Hope you have fun though Matty.” 

Matthew nodded and gave them a tight-lipped smile before heading down the street away from the crowded bar. The small corner-shops and store-fronts passed by him like a hazy memory as he walked down the street. Some stores with toys he played with as a kid, books that he got lost in as a young child. 

His footsteps were leading him elsewhere, and he was wandering around the streets of Detroit aimlessly. Wanderlust was drifting around within him, like a young child with freedom in an amusement park full of stuffed animals on display, and the sickly-sweet smell of treats hung around the corner. 

The fuzzy city skyline of Detroit painted the night sky, replacing the stars with man-made ones. Dabbles of blue hues hung in the air against metal skyscrapers that grasped the sky, reaching for something above the stormy dark clouds.

He stood on the museum steps, taking in everything that was in front of him. The columns of the building towered over him, the soft glow of the museum pulled him in, the gritty aura of Detroit this late alongside the unpleasant weather conditions seemed to force him into the museum. 

And there he stood, inside the museum, seemingly alone with all the trinkets of history. Soft, blue lights illuminated the artifacts and sculptures in the museum, and occasional warm yellow lights hung around certain displays like fireflies. Paintings aligned on the wall stared back at him, peering at his every step deeper into the museum. 

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11:04:53 PM - 13th November 2042

Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI

She walked around the museum for a little while, getting lost in the taxidermied wildlife displays. She saw how eerily still the lion looks in a defensive stature against another lion. The simulated background looked so realistic, as if she was there right in front of the fight that was presented right in front of her. 

In another, she saw a sleuth of bear cubs fighting each other playfully in a forest, their paws up in the air defensively, mouths agape as if they were caught mid-roar. She smiled softly at the thought of animals experiencing joy just like humans do.

As she wandered around the dimly lit museum, she became more entranced than before, each display more immersing than the last. She observed the great blue whales that seemed to float across the ceiling of the museum slowly, the jellyfish that drifted in a rhythmic motion around the center, with different soft translucent colors floating against the blue ocean above, and starfish of varying colors and patterns clung onto the walls, decorating them in a constellation only found on Earth.

Her footsteps led her along to a small library in the museum. It was well furnished with some small tables and a couple of chairs, as well as some cozy cushions that were sat on a rug that was on the floor. Old-fashioned oil lamps were hung against the wall, giving the room a warm yellow glow that comforted her how Detroit couldn’t. The tall, oak-wood bookshelves were well stocked with encyclopedias and textbooks regarding various subjects that the museum displayed. 

She reached for a book that sat on top of a table nearby one of the bookshelves and picked it up in her hands. Examining the cover, she noticed it was 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea, a childhood classic of hers. She daydreamed about exploring what could be under the ocean surface, what kind of creatures she would see, and all the sorts of tales she would be able to tell.

As she took a step backwards, she accidentally bumped into someone behind her, which startled her for a brief moment before she let out an apology.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there-” she laughed awkwardly as her face became flushed in embarrassment.

“No no, it’s alright.” The man smiled. “It’s pretty late anyways so I didn’t expect another person here either.” He chuckled.

She sent a friendly smile back, observing him lightly, noticing the mop of curly hair on his head, the little gap between his front teeth, and his warm, soft eyes.

“It’s nice to meet someone in the museum, even if it’s this late ya’know,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. The warm glow of the library illuminated his gentle smile and friendly demeanor.

“Yeah it is, even if I wanted to be here alone, it’s a bit nicer having someone around,”

“Ouch,” he feigned a feeling of hurt, “trying to kick me out of a museum now?”

She quickly tried to sputter out an apology but he finished his thought.

“Just kidding around, sorry. I understand sometimes though, it was pretty cool seeing the museum being empty with no people inside,” he said as he looked at her, “or at least, when I thought there were no people inside.”

Her head nodded in agreement before adding on to his statement. “No, yeah, totally agree. Detroit really outdid themselves with this museum.” She set the book she had previously picked up back on the table nearby her, before turning back to him. “And dare I say, better than the development of androids?” she smirked.

He scoffed, “What makes you say that?”

“Know a few things here and there.” She shrugged.

He looked at her skeptically before continuing to speak again. “Well it’s nice having some company, want to walk around the museum with me?”

“Yeah, sure, that’d be nice,” she smiled.

“Great! I really wanted to explore the planetarium exhibit. I've always wanted to learn more about the planets, but I’ve never had enough time to because of-” He quickly cut himself off before he started rambling. “I’m so sorry, I ramble sometimes,” he said sheepishly.

“No it’s okay, I like hearing you talk.” She looked at him warmly. 

He felt himself blush and it seemed like it was just the both of them in the museum, with all the time in the world to explore whatever their hearts desire. “I’m glad to hear that.” His smile was bright, the little gap between his teeth making him look all the more sweet.

She stood near the open doorway of the library and motioned for him to follow along. “Should we go check out the planetarium?”

He nodded and gave her a soft smile, to which she started walking towards the planetarium. They both exited the library, and the warm, mellow glow of the library subsided. It was replaced with a cool, deep blue cast, the signature of Detroit was evident. As they both got closer to the planetarium, stars began slowly appearing on the ceiling, little white dots glimmered against the dark background, mimicking the night sky if it wasn’t so harshly wiped out by the cities. 

He could hardly make out her silhouette in the dim lighting, which worried him a bit, because he didn’t want her to get lost or separated from him. As he thought about it, he found it odd that he was worried about her, having just met a half-hour ago, but he pushed the thought aside and reasoned it as ‘basic human morals’ to care about losing a stranger that he had just met.

They both reached the planetarium and were greeted by an android staff member near the entrance. “Welcome to the Henderson Museum Planetarium. How many occupants are viewing the show today?”

“Just two,” he said.

“Wonderful, please follow me,” the android instructed. 

They both followed behind the android and into the planetarium. It was a large setting, a quiet and dark circular theater and a large dome-shaped ceiling hung above their heads. She looked up in awe, seeing how full of grandeur the planetarium was.

“Holy smokes, this is-” she paused, “spectacular.”

He stood beside her, looking upwards as well, but he was held speechless. His heart felt so full of lovingness for the moment he was held in. He moved his gaze to her face, noticing her wonder for even just the empty theater, and the beauty she held was amplified tenfold by her desire to explore.

The speakers in the theater announced that the showing was about to begin and viewers should be seated to best enjoy the experience. Lights around the theater began to dim, and they both took their seats.

As soon as they were both seated, the large dome was lit up with a vivid projection of the galaxy, the Milky Way was stunning with all the hues of blue and purple bands on display. Stars were scattered in different variations, and some shone brighter than others.

“This is gorgeous,” he spoke breathlessly.

“It really is.” Her gaze was still held in the magnificent view in front of her. He looked at her gently, observing how the stars reflected in her eyes, and how she was so captivated by each description of the galaxy.

He thought about holding her hand for a moment, the feeling of having her hand in his in a gentle clasp, sharing this moment together.

“Can I ask you a question?” he whispered softly.

She turned his head to him, her attention broken away from the dome above. Her head nodded as a response.

“May I,” he paused, “may I hold your hand?” Time froze as he waited for her answer. Was he being too forward? His stomach fell, he started to regret even asking the question.

“Sure thing,” she responded with a soft smile. Her face was dusted in a blush, as he held his hand out to her. She gently put her hand within his, resting it peacefully. His heart fluttered at the touch and she felt the same way as well. A fuzzy-warm feeling drifted over them like a blanket, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of how late it was in the night or if it was the warmth of her hand in his. 

The display went on, multiple planets and moons being described with intricate detail, their bright and yet soft colors spun in front of the sparkling stars. The moment went on as if they were floating amongst the stars and planets without anyone else. It felt so surreal to be in a situation like this, away from all the stress of reality.

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01:05:32 AM - 14th November 2042

Henderson Museum - Detroit, MI

As they both exited the museum, hands were still intertwined with each other closely, the harsh winter air of Detroit struck them both, causing them to shiver. He glanced over at her and noticed how much colder she seemed, and how her grasp on him was closer than before.

He took his jacket off before offering it to her, “Here, take my jacket. Don’t want you to catch a cold or anything,” he said.

She accepted his offer and put the jacket over her shoulders, already feeling how much warmth it provided. “Thank you so much, but what about you?” she questioned. “I don’t want you getting sick either,”

“I can handle it, I’m a tough guy,” he chuckled.

She nodded her head in response as they started walking down the street. His cologne was slightly noticeable on his jacket, a calm and yet bold scent. The rain had eased at this hour, but the cold weather had not. It was much more quiet without cars and traffic in the street, and it seemed much less like the noisy Detroit she knew by heart.

“Sorry if this question is personal, but are you able to get home? I can call a cab if you want,” he asked.

“No worries, I’m able to get home easily.” She smiled. “Just a brief walk to the university down there,”

He nodded in acknowledgement, allowing the peaceful silence between the two of them to linger in the air. As they continued walking, the realization struck him, he was most likely never going to see her again. He didn’t want her to leave his life, he wanted to spend more time with her like this.

“Can I get your number? I mean,” he corrected himself quickly, “so that we can talk again. I really enjoyed tonight, even if it wasn’t planned,”

She found his awkwardness endearing and she smiled back, “Of course, I really enjoyed tonight as well, even if it was unexpected,”

They exchanged phone numbers and she looked up at him. “I am so sorry, but what’s your name?”

He then realized that he never even told her his name, to which he responded with embarrassment. “I am truly sorry,” he chuckled, “my name is Matthew.”

“That’s a cute name, do you want your jacket back Matthew?” she asked.

“No thanks, it looks a lot better on you.” He winked.

They both laughed as they parted ways, the sparks between them ablaze, their hearts both warm and content with what they’ve shared and the memories they’ve created. 

[swissboyhisch]

That Scar Hurt By The Way

Pairing: Nikita Zadorov x Reader

Summary: In a world where everyone has a soulmate link, you happened to luck out with a pain link.

Word Count: 1424

Warnings: None I think. It is an AU though.

Request: From ANON I need soulmate and or were! fics so bad any player!😍😍🥞🥞

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Soulmates. A term used to describe two people who were meant to be with each other. Can be used platonically but more common when referring to romantic relationships.

No-one knows when it began but these days, people were born with a link to their soulmate. There were different links you could have. Marks shared by the two. Person A draws on themselves and it appears on person B. One is singing/listening to a song and the other can hear it. Some have a measure of how much danger their partner is in. 

You were born with the pain sharing and matching scars link. Growing up, you’d have random bruises popping up on your body. At random points through the years, you’d feel bursts of pain before the bruises arose. They became more frequent in your later teens and early adulthood. And more painful.

There was one instance in particular that you vividly remember. 7th of November 2019. You were going about your day, teaching one of your grade 10 classes, when you felt something hit you in the face. Your hands flew to your lip. The pain was extensive. 

“Miss!” One of the girls shouted as the class watched you hunch over.

“Are you okay?” 

You worked up the courage to pull your hands away from your jaw. Blood. And a lot of it. “I–” 

“I’m going to get Miss Allen.”

Julie, one of your students, helped you to your desk and handed you the trash can. The pain became too much. Vomiting despite trying to hold it in. Your students whisper, worried about you. The sound of heels rushing to your class made you groan. 

“Okay guys,” Lily, your colleague and close friend, called. She clapped her hands to gain the class’ attention. “Can you please make your way next door to Mrs. Harrison’s class. She knows you are coming. Hurry please.”

Lily made her way over to you, towel in hand. You looked up at her. “Hi.”

“Hey, you look like you took a puck to the face,” She jokes.

You hold the towel to your face wound and give her a glare. “Thanks.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital,” Lily states. “I have Hayley covering my class. And Nick is coming to pick up your class.”

15 stitches later and some strong medication helped you push through. That’s the day that won't leave your mind. You now have a permanent scar over your chin and lip that you try to cover daily. Makeup has become your best friend. Since then you have struggled with your self image. Men would cringe away, disgusted, when they saw the scar. 

Despite your quite obvious soulmate link, it was years after that event that you had met him. Nikita Zadorov. A Russian NHL defenseman for the Calgary Flames. Six foot five. Brown hair. Chocolate brown eyes. 

You moved to Canada to teach recently. Better pay. Calgary to be precise. And one day at the end of the school year, you had to cover for a PE class. You were told it was going to be an easy cover since there were a couple guests coming to talk to the grade 10 group. A couple of hockey players. Sure, you had watched hockey but not to a crazy extent. The class though… excitement. It was all they have been talking about for weeks. God forbid having these students after this period.

“I have your guests here,” One of the office ladies called as she entered the gym. 

In walked three guys wearing Calgary Flames merch. You smile, offering your hand and name. 

“Tyler Toffoli.”

“Jacob Markstrom.”

Then he stepped forward. I mean it was hard not to notice him. But the first thing that caught your eye was the scar on his jaw. One that happened to match yours. “Nikita Zadorov.”

“Hi…” Before you could shake his hand or say anything else the students started coming in. “Guys come sit down and you’ll get to talk to them at the end of class.”

“And signatures?” One of the boys asked. 

“Yes. And signatures.”

You got to sit at the back watching over the students and observing. You needed to find out more about the tall defenseman. Without you noticing either, Zadorov kept glancing at you. The class finally got to question time where they were firing off all types of questions, about hockey, about the team. But one piqued your interest.

“How did you get that scar?” One of the students asked Zadorov.

The man chuckled, “I got a puck to the face back at the start of the 2019-2020 season.”

Thanks to his words, you were thrown back into that memory. The pain. The healing process. You were basically 100% sure he was your soulmate. But there was one way of confirming it. Pain. A pinch to your arm. Nothing too extreme but it was enough to make him jump in surprise. One that you noticed.

The bell rang, indicating the end of the period and the start of lunch. The students finally left, and you went forward to thank them for coming in. They were staying for the last period to talk to another class, but you wouldn’t be covering. 

“Thank you for today. The kids loved it,” You hummed. “It was an honour.”

“I don’t want to be annoying, but do you have a scar on your lip?” Toffoli asked.

It caught you out. Too nervous to say anything. “I mean yeah, I got it years ago. Puck to the face. You know the drill.” You didn’t mean to say the puck bit, but you couldn’t think of any other excuse. Bloody Lily and her joke. 

“Same as me,” Zadorov smiled.

“Yeah…”

“Soulmates,” Markstrom grinned.

Zadorov pinches himself without you realising. You didn’t jump but you rubbed where he pinched. “You are my soulmate.”

“I think so… That scar hurt by the way.”

Neither of you could believe it. Your soulmate. 

“Can I see it?” Zadorov asked shyly. He remembered how badly it hurt. To know you also felt it. God that hurt him more than the actual injury. “The scar I mean.”

You guided him to your class where you could have the conversation in private. The other two dropped off at the staff room for some lunch. You sat down at your desk and pulled out your makeup wipes. Using your phone camera as a mirror, you wiped off your makeup covering the scar.

“May I?”

After agreeing, Zadorov’s hand comes to cup your jaw. Sparks filled your bodies, the soulmate touch. So gentle. Lightly ghosting your skin. His thumb grazed the scar. The dented lines across your lips and down your chin. One scar matching his.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, feeling his heart break once more.

When it first happened, he was aware that his soulmate was experiencing this at the same time. The pain accelerated because of this knowledge. Every time he looked in the mirror, he imagined what it would look like on another person. His soulmate. But to finally see it on them, the pain returned. He did this to you.

You smile softly, “It’s okay.”

“15 stitches,” he muttered.

“7th November 2019.”

Zadorov, still cupping your jaw, leaned in. Pressing his forehead to yours. “Tell me about it.”

“I was teaching back in Anchorage. End of the day. A grade 10 class. They’re probably scarred for life. Just feeling that sudden pain, hunching over covering my lip and jaw. But that pain had me vomiting. My friend had to take me to hospital. She even made a joke that it was like I took a puck to the face.”

“Well, you did,” Zadorov offers, “Kind of, anyway.”

Your class door opened and there stood your favourite colleague with Toffoli and Markstrom behind her. “When they said Zadorov had met his soulmate and it was the PE teacher, was a little shocked thinking it was Mr. Paulson for a hot sec.”

“Yes Big Z,” Toffoli grinned, messing with the defenseman’s hair. 

Zadorov pushed his teammate away with a roll of his eyes. “Leave us alone.”

“Can’t do sadly, bell is about to go so we have to head to the gym.”

You got an expectant look which made you shake your head. “I’m not covering for the next class. I have one of my own.”

“Can I see you after?” Zadorov asked.

“I hope you’d want to,” You laugh.

“Out of all the soulmate links to have, we have this. But I’m thankful it’s you.”

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[gravityfallsweirdgirl]

DARKWING IN: Freddy vs Jason

these teens were have a party that was next door to the mallards.

"Marry, f*ck, or k*ll? Your choices are-- your choices are the Three Stooges. Go, Kia"

"Oh, God...Which one had the super-bad toupee hair?"

"Harry, Mar-- No!"

"No, no, no. It was Moe"

"Either one, I'd k*ll him"

"OK, who'd you f*ck, then?"

"This is stupid, y'all"

"Come on. Come on"

"Oh, God. Whatever, look. I'd f*ck the bald guy, and I'd marry Larry. Jesus. Is this what we're doing all night?

'Cause, y'all, this is really stank"

"Hey! Gibb, what are you doing? I thought you were gonna quit"

"I only smoke when I drink now"

"But you're always drinking"

"Yeah, well, I'll work on that next Hey, OK. I got another one. Fred, Scooby, or Shaggy?"

"Oh!"

"I'm not answering that and neither is she. Do you guys think I should get a nose job?"

"Oh, my God"

"Oh, please, Kia, what you need is a lobotomy"

Then suddenly as it was raining outside the lights started flickering.

"I think I'm gonna get some candles"

"I'm gonna get some beer. Do you guys want anything?" As the girl threw her cigarette out, it hit the hockey mask of legendary killer: jason voorhees, an otter with a machete.

"Are you sure you should be driving?"

"I'm so under the limit, Lori." As she opens the door her boyfriend came out.

"Surprise" and behind him a friend.

"Oh, Trey. You answered my prayers. Thank you"

"Whoa, babe! What'd I tell you about kissing me... after you've smoked, huh?"

"Lighten up. They're menthols"

"Yeah. I brought Blake. Where's Linda?"

"It's Lori. This is her house, so don't be a total cocksmith"

"Whatever"

"Where are the ladies?"

"Relax, they'll be here"

"I'm relaxed, man"

"I'm just wet"

"Did you know they were coming over?"

"Listen, you gotta be quiet. Hey, we knew you were be here all alone this weekend. Blake's cute"

"He's not my type"

"Oh! Who is? No one's ever gonna live up... to the fuzzy memory of your first love, Lori. You were f*cking fourteen, so get over it"

"Yeah, I know we were young... but what Will and l had was real"

"Well, correct me if I'm wrong... but didn't Mr. Real just drop-kick your ass... without so much as a good-bye handshake? He ever even call or maybe even write to you after he moved? Send you an e-mail?"

"No"

"You see my point? It's time to leave the convent, Lori.

You need to meet a guy"

The lights went out and two of the teens started making out making Lori to bring in the candles.

"Hey, Lori...I like the... flow of your place. Got good feng shui"

"Yeah"

"You know about feng shui?"

"Oh, oh! Oh, you should see her bedroom! Hmm?

Great flow in there. Lori, why don't you go upstairs and show Blake your feng shui?"

"Shut up!"

"I got a kink in my neck. Come on. You can massage it out for me"

"I think I need a few more drinks... before there'll be any massaging"

"What do you see in him?"

"I don't know, but he has a cute ass"

"Babe, don't make me ask you twice, OK?"

"So, Lori... am I gonna get that grand tour or what?"

"Yeah. You know, why don't you start in the kitchen... and get us some beers?"

"Cool"

"Oh, my God, Kia, he is a total idiot. Get him out of here"

"Oh, Lori, come on, give him a chance"

"I don't like him"

"You know what? You don't like anybody. I mean, Lori, you've barely gone out since--"

"Since what? Since my mom died? Yeah, well, you know what? My dad needs me. So I can't just go out with guys all the time... and if I did, it would not be with somebody like Blake"

But then the back door was open and someone was creaking upstairs.

"Your back door was open. I closed it"

"Mmm"

"Babe, you know I don't like to be touched after, OK?"

"Fine. I'll go have a shower then"

"Good. Your hair smells like menthols, anyway"

"assh*le"

As the guy lay in bed, he turns to see Jason there, who starts stabbing him in bed multiple times and once tray has enough, Jason closes the bed crushing him.

"Trey!" The girl steps out of shower, "What the hell are you doing?" She steps on a puddle of blood.

And when she saw his deceased body, she screams but Then it turns out to be gosalyn screaming, she wakes up from a nightmare.

After she wakes up, drake comes in to comfort her after he hears her screams.

"Gosayln? What's wrong?" He sits by her bed cupping her shoulders.

"It's nothing dad just a nightmare"

"Well you're safe now" he says.

But the nightmare just begun when next door they see the neighbors screaming and panicking running out of the house, the two look through the window to see the police arrived.

"What do you think's happening" gosayln asked.

"I don't know but I better go check it out" he changes to Darkwing.

"We need to lock this down now. Keep it contained, you hear me?" A agent named grizoff says.

"k*lled in bed. Jesus. It's even the same damn house.

It's gotta be him, right? It's gotta be Freddy Krueger"

"Hey! Don't even say... that son of a bitch's name out loud. Let's just keep it together. We've been through too much to let this thing spread now Take all the kids down to the station. Keep them separate.Do it now"

"What's going on?" Darkwing asked.

"It's nothing important, just a little accident"

"From what I heard it didn't sound like a accident"

Gosayln ends up waiting at the police station while Darkwing investigates.

"Anything?" Grizoff says.

She doesn't know anything.

"They don't know anything. None of them do. Pretty sure we're good"

"Ugh, very well, Good work there tonight, Darkwing.

Right place, right time. But we'll take it from here, all right?"

"Alright I guess I'll get going now"

Darkwing approaches gosayln, "Do they know who did this?" She asked.

"No, not yet sweetheart but we're working on it"

"But I thought I heard... one of the officers mention a name"

"You know, to tell you the truth, sweetheart...this is my first murder case but if they have a suspect, I'd be the first to know"

"But why did they asked me all these really weird questions...Like about my dreams--"

"Look it's been a long night for both of us why don't you wait here I'm gonna get dressed and we'll leave" Darkwing heads to a private room with no cameras.

"What was the name? What was the name?" Then gosayln remembered, "Freddy"

Then she finds the entire station empty, "Hello? Darkwing? Dad? Anyone here?"

She looks around and on the wall were posters of missing kids and blood started falling on the ground it came from nowhere.

She walks passed the wall when the kids looked at her.

Then she sees a little girl, "hey little gurl, Are you OK? Are you lost?"

She turns the little girl around only to find her eyeballs have been cut out.

"AH!"

"His name is Freddy Krueger... and he loves children, especially little girls. Freddy's coming back. Soon he'll be strong enough. It's OK to be afraid. We were all afraid. Warn your friends. Warn everyone"

Terrified the wall turns to her house, she backs up into the door all scared.

Then blood poured down, she looks around to see little girls singing his rhythm.

"One, two, Freddy's coming for you Three, four, better lock the door Five, six, grab a crucifix Seven, eight, try to stay up late Nine, ten, never sleep again One, two, Freddy's coming for you..."

"Who's Freddy? Dad? Anyone?" Then out of nowhere a A disfigured and burned badger with bladed claws jumped at her.

"AH!" She screams then Drake shook her.

"Gosayln wake up" she awoke to find it was only another nightmare.

"What" she stammered and was confused.

"It's ok, it was just a nightmare" she holds on tight to him as he carried her home.

"Let's go home"

Meanwhile another teen was gonna get a visit from Freddy.

[hockeylvr59]

Here With Me Part 19 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: With Taylor in Maine for the weekend and more snow on the way, Kelsey goes home leading to her parents finding out just who her boyfriend is. Taylor gets rewarded for a two goal performance with some phone sex and when the boys get back home on Sunday their relationship takes a big step. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram).

Warnings: cursing, phone sex // Word Count: 3,342

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Eighteen

Kelsey hadn’t stayed over Wednesday night but she had seen Taylor briefly after class Thursday morning before he made his way to the rink to make the drive up to Maine. 

With more snow in the forecast and Taylor on the road until midday Sunday, Kelsey made the decision to spend the weekend at home where the insulation was better and she had more ways to stay warm. 

After dinner with her parents she headed up to her bedroom and pulled up Taylor’s game on tv while sitting to work on a tie to match his blue pocket square. 

Near the end of the first period, Kelsey wanted to strangle her uncle when she saw number 40 out there with 11 and 14 instead of Taylor’s 18. Seriously of those three, T was the one he was going to bench, it was ridiculous. 

As the puck was getting ready to drop for the second period her dad stopped at her door with a raised eyebrow. 

“Since when do you watch Greg’s team’s games?” He questioned suspiciously, making Kelsey shrug. Her parents knew she was seeing someone but she hadn’t explicitly said that he played for her uncle’s team. Instead she’d said he was an athlete and his schedule was presently busy which was why they couldn’t meet him yet. 

None of which was a lie. 

Her parents' suspicions grew two and a half minutes into the third period when Kelsey let out a scream of excitement as Taylor flew up the wing with the puck, muscled a man away from him, and chipped the puck five hole. It was the first goal he had scored since before they started dating and it was impossible for her to contain her excitement. 

By the time her mom appeared at the door, the replay was over but the message was still clear. 

“This athlete of yours is a hockey player isn’t he?” Her mom prompted as her dad also came to her door. 

“Yes. I’m dating one of Uncle Greg’s players okay. Now can I please watch the rest of this game?” 

“Does your uncle know?” Her dad asked. 

“Yes. He knows. Now please?” 

Though her parents eyed her for a minute more they stepped out of the room just before Taylor took the ice again. Shooting him a text about his pretty five hole goal she almost missed him as he went flying down the ice again this time providing a screen with his big body as one of the defensemen potted another goal to extend the lead. 

Following up her first text she sent him a peach emoji with a winking face because that’s one way to use his ass. 

As she continued her hand stitching on Taylor’s birthday tie, Kelsey kept looking up to make sure she didn’t miss him on the ice. With just under ten minutes to go in the game, Umass took the puck into the offensive zone and it found Taylor in the middle of the ice. He pushed it through the defenseman’s feet before burying a second goal behind the Maine goalie. 

“Oh my god! Taylor!” She exclaimed happily, shooting him a third text about how he was amazing and he better call her later if he gets the chance. 

With Taylor’s goals and the team not choking the second half of the third period, Kelsey was excited with the team’s win as she cleaned up her sewing materials and headed downstairs to get some water. 

“Once the season is over we want to meet him.” Kelsey’s dad declared, appearing out of nowhere and making her jump. “But I suppose you certainly could have chosen worse.” 

The sarcastic ‘wow thanks’ filled every fiber of Kelsey’s being but she bit her tongue just murmuring that they’d meet him at some point. 

“Have you met his family yet?” Her mom added, joining in the ambush. 

“No but soon I think.” Kelsey stated, answering the question posed without giving away too much. 

“Well just don’t get too involved. You’ve got your own plans and they may not fit with his, not every man is as reliable as your father, especially hockey players.” 

Kelsey hated how her parents thought that they were being supportive when really what they were doing was taking digs at her judgment and her choices. She knew that the path might not be easy for her and Taylor but why couldn’t they make it work if they both put in the effort. And it was a little late for her not to get too involved given that she was starting to think she was falling in love with him. 

Finishing filling her water bottle, Kelsey just nodded and murmured that she was going to bed. 

Closing her door, Kelsey leaned against it with a sigh. Even if her parents meant well, she needed to trust her own heart and mind and make her own decisions. First of which being that there was no way she was having Taylor meet her parents without a sufficient buffer, so she was going to have to talk to her aunt about that sooner rather than later. 

Sighing, Kelsey flipped her overhead lights off before stripping down to her pjs and crawling into bed where she grabbed her phone and scrolled through social media while waiting to see if Taylor would call her. 

After about twenty minutes her phone rang and seeing Taylor’s contact photo on her screen Kelsey grinned, answering immediately. 

“Well that was a hell of a game.” She declared as a greeting. “Two goals Taylor. That’s awesome. I’m so proud of you.” 

“I got some good set ups.” Taylor declared before quickly changing the subject. “You handling the cold okay?” 

“The cold, yeah, came home for the weekend. My parents…eh.” 

“Everything okay Kels?” He asked, voice tinged with concern. 

“Yeah T. They’re just being them, it's fine.” Kelsey assured him. “Wish you weren’t so far away though. Why is it you score for the first time since we start dating when you’re five hours away? Making it awful hard for celly sex there T.” 

Taylor chuckled for a moment before groaning softly. 

“As much as I’d love to go down that line of conversation and trust me I would love it, Mercs is here and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t forgiven me yet for Tuesday.” 

“My ears are still burning.” Lucas’s voice chipped in from across the room, his tone salty. 

Kelsey laughed for a minute before dropping her voice into a sultry tone. 

“Can you get rid of him?” 

Taylor coughed after choking and then sighed. “Sorry Kels.” 

“You can wait and fuck him on Sunday…geeze Kels.” Lucas chastised. 

“Taylor, just go into the bathroom please?” Kelsey requested softly, not in the mood to deal with his roommates remarks anymore. 

“Yeah. Gimme a second.” Taylor mumbled, throwing off the blankets on the bed before padding to the hotel bathroom and locking the door behind him. 

Sinking to the floor he pressed the little icon to change the call into a facetime and he smiled as Kelsey’s gorgeous face appeared on his screen after a moment. 

“There’s my handsome boyfriend.” Kelsey grinned talking softly, taking in Taylor’s tired but soft face. “You don’t know the things I wanted to do to you seeing those sexy goals.” 

“That right?” Taylor murmured, enjoying the sight of his girlfriend all snuggled up as she started talking about things Mercs definitely did not need to hear. 

As she talked about how it wasn’t fair Mercs got to be the one to jump him and how she wouldn’t have minded being Maine’s goalie with his ass in her face, Taylor couldn’t help but groan softly at how sexy she sounded and how he wanted to be in her space like that. 

“Yeah. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She teased softly. “You gonna get hard for me, touch yourself?” 

Teasing about how he had increased his prowess between the legs, Kelsey watched as Taylor’s cheeks pinkened and the camera shook a little as he likely palmed himself. 

“Let me see T.” She requested, softly. “You like having phone sex with me don’t you? Is this something we’re going to have to do more often?” 

“Keep talking Kels.” Taylor requested, shifting his phone to reveal the head of his dick peeking out from his briefs and shorts. 

“Fuck T. You don’t know how bad I want you.” Kelsey breathed, sneaking her own hand between her legs to lazily stroke her clit. “If I were there I’d be gently scraping over you with my nails before taking you in hand stroking you exactly the way I know you like it.” 

At her words Taylor groaned again softly and pulled himself fully from the restraints of his clothing, his fingers wrapping around himself to stroke in that same manner. 

Kelsey couldn’t help but lick her lips seeing him hard and heavy. 

“Looks so good T. Fuck.” She mumbled before letting silence wash over them for a moment as they both focused on pleasuring themselves. Though Taylor’s moans were quiet, they shot straight to Kelsey’s core and she moaned softly in response. 

“God kels.” He breathed after a moment. “Please tell me you’re touching yourself too.” 

“Yeah T. Wish it were your hands but still feels so good.” 

“Shit. I’m gonna cum.” He mumbled, hissing softly. 

“Yeah T let me see it.” Kelsey encouraged. “So sexy when you cum for me.” 

The jolts of semen spilled from Taylor’s cock and Kelsey moaned again, rubbing her clit harder until a small orgasm shook through her as well. 

“Holy shit Kels.” 

“Yeah.” She replied happily, those blissful hormones making her stretch lazily. “Thanks for calling T.” 

His chuckle made her grin even brighter. 

“You’re amazing Kels. Definitely don’t need to thank me for that.” As he lifted the phone back up her gaze grew soft seeing the spent expression on his face. 

“Go get some sleep T so you can do it all over again tomorrow.” Kelsey urged softly. “I’m proud of you and I love watching you do what you love.” 

“Night Kels. Miss you.” 

“Miss you too T.” 

****

UMass had pulled out another win in a much tighter game Saturday night and Kelsey and Taylor had texted back and forth a little bit before bed discussing possible plans for Sunday depending on when the bus got back and the restrictions in place with UMass dorms for Blarney weekend. 

Though nothing was set in stone, Taylor was texting Kelsey updates including an ETA upon leaving Sunday morning. Around 11am, Kelsey’s phone buzzed with another message. 

Taylor: Must be an accident or something up ahead, currently stuck in traffic. 

Kelsey: Hopefully it picks up soon. 

Taylor: ETA bumped by like an hour, boys are pissed. Everyone just wants to get home. 

Kelsey: I get that. That sucks. 

Around 12:30 another burst of messages came through. 

Taylor: Made it through the backup and stopped for food but apparently everyone else had the same idea because the lines are insane. 

Kelsey: I’m sorry bud. 

Taylor: What a downer on the weekend. Supposed to be back at Mullins by like 4 but then everyone is going to need to clean off cars so it’s going to take longer to get home which no one is happy about. 

Kelsey: We don’t have to hang out tonight if you just want to go home and chill T, I’m not gonna be upset.

Taylor: Still wanna see you Kels. 

Kelsey: Then we’ll figure something out when you get home. 

Taylor replied with a thumbs up and then their conversation went quiet. The travel delays weren’t something that Kelsey could control, but the snow on cars was. Making a decision, Kelsey moved to finish up a little last minute machine sewing on Taylor’s present before packing up her things to head back to campus. 

By the time she said goodbye to her parents and cleared off her car it was two o’clock and she made her way back to Amherst headed not for her mod but rather the parking lot at Mullins. 

Pulling all of the winter gear she’d shed during the 45 minute drive back on, Kelsey turned her car off and pocketed her keys before grabbing her snow scraper/brush and moving to whoever’s car was next to her. 

For the next hour or so, she methodically made her way through the cars in the lot, cleaning the snow and ice off of them so that they were drivable. 

By the time the bus pulled in, she only had like 2 cars left and was working to clear them as quickly as possible. 

On the bus, a few guys were starting to realize that they were back as the bus slowed and when they looked out the windows, eyes went wide. 

“No way! Someone cleared off all our cars.” 

“Wait what?!” More voices piped in as they heard the exclamations and shifted to look out the windows for themselves. 

“Who the fuck…?” 

Taylor sat up and looked away from his phone having texted Kels that they were almost home with no response, something which was a little odd unless she was currently driving herself. Peering out the window to see what all the fuss was about, low and behold every car in the lot was clear sans one that had a bundled up figure hovering over it. 

As they slowly made their way off the bus, Taylor’s eyes fell on Kelsey’s car parked next to Koops’ and he blinked looking for the person who had been cleaning off the car. They were certainly the right size to be Kelsey and that coat was familiar and it suddenly all clicked. 

He had texted her about the guys not being happy about cleaning cars off and here she was doing it for the entire team. It may have been a bit warmer out but it wasn’t that warm and she loathed the cold. 

Mumbling some form of ‘be right back’ Taylor jogged across the lot as Kelsey was making her way back toward her car. 

“All of this was you?” He asked, his voice awestruck as he reached her. She might have a tough exterior sometimes and god forbid you piss her off, but she really did have the biggest heart and just wanted to make people’s lives better. 

Not giving her the chance to respond because the answer lay in the brush she was grasping, Taylor cupped her pink cheeks in both of his hands and kissed her deeply. Kelsey’s eyes were wide with surprise by the time he broke the kiss, pulling her tightly against him into a hug as they both caught their breath. 

“God I love you Kelsey.” He blurted out unable to keep all of those feelings inside any longer. He’d never met anyone as amazing as she was and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was in deep for her. “I love you so goddamn much.” 

Kelsey gasped at Taylor’s words, an ‘oh my god’ running through her mind over and over. It had been beyond her wildest imagination that he would say those three words anytime soon. As she pulled back just enough to look at him, the expression on his face hit her like a ton of bricks. That look at the hockey game, the same one that he’d given her when she was teasing him about liking her, the one she hadn’t been able to quite define, it was this look, a look that she now knew screamed ‘I love you.’ 

In a matter of seconds images flooded through her mind, and she knew as much as she had tried to downplay her feelings for him, prevent herself from getting too attached too quickly, there was no other way to describe what she felt for him than that she loves him too. 

“You don’t have to say it back.” Taylor whispered only to be silenced by Kelsey’s kiss, as deep and fierce as the one he’d planted on her. 

“I love you too Taylor.” She breathed against his lips as the kiss broke. “And it’s a little scary because I’ve never loved anyone the way that I love you.” 

Lifting her off her feet, Taylor swung her around, his body vibrating with happiness. “You really love me?” He asked against her shoulder. 

“I love you Tay.” She confirmed. 

“She loves me!” He exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of all of his teammates still unloading the bus and making Kelsey giggle. After all, it would be pointless to tell him not to shout it from the mountaintops because he was going to anyway…and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Wouldn’t have him any other way. 

Kissing him again, Kelsey basked in the pure joy of the moment. 

The thump of a bag hitting the ground by their feet pulled them from their little bubble and Kelsey looked toward the sound. “Here T, take your shit.” Mikey declared. “Thanks for clearing the cars off Kelsey.” 

Blushing a bit, Kelsey nodded her acknowledgement as Taylor gathered his bag off the ground. 

“Come on Kels, let’s go warm up at your place.” 

Letting him lace his fingers in her gloved ones, Kelsey guided Taylor back to her car and tossed the brush into the backseat. Then she pulled her keys out of her pocket and started the engine as she slipped into the driver’s seat, hoping it wouldn’t take too long for the hot air to start pumping through the vents. 

The drive back to her mod wasn’t long and was spent with Taylor’s fingers tangled with hers as she drove. When they got back, Taylor helped to grab her weekend bag and they headed inside waving briefly at her roommates before dipping into her room. 

There, Taylor proceeded to strip her from her outerwear before pulling her into a hug once more. 

“I don’t know about you but I need to use the bathroom before we get too comfy.” Kelsey murmured knowing that Taylor wouldn’t like that but that he’d like it even less if she needed to get up once they were settled. 

So pulling herself from his grasp, Kelsey made her way to the bathroom to pee and freshen up a little after sweating while cleaning cars. Then she traded spots with Taylor who had evidently decided he might as well go as well. 

Turning down the covers on her bed, Kelsey slipped under them and waited for her boyfriend to return. 

As soon as he did, he almost launched himself in beside her making Kelsey laugh as he buried his head in her shoulder, snaking his arms around her waist and tangling his legs with hers. 

“Alright koala bear, I’m not going anywhere.” She murmured lightly stroking fingers through his hair. 

She could feel him raise his eyebrows against her skin and after a moment he lifted his head. 

“Koala bear?” He questioned, confused. 

“Yes Tay, you’re my koala bear, my cuddly clingy boy.” 

“I feel like I should be offended.” Taylor mumbled, chuckling. 

Kissing him softly, Kelsey tangled her fingers in his hair. 

“I love that you’re cuddly T. Just like I love you. It’s a term of affection.” Kelsey assured him softly. 

“You love me.” He breathed, his whole body relaxing hearing those words fall from her lips once again. “You really love me.” 

“Yes, my koala, I love you.” 

Snuggling into Taylor, Kelsey basked in the shift in their relationship. It was crazy to think how three small words could change so much while changing nothing at all. After all, they had merely voiced the truth that had been right there under the surface for who knows how long. But at the same time, everything felt different, more settled, more real. 

So much of the future was still unclear but Taylor had filled a hole within her that Kelsey didn’t even realize had existed. There was certainly no place and no one she would rather be than right here right now with him. 

[svechnikovvv]

crashing down

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: nothing lasts forever

a/n: this was another request and by far one of my favorites i’ve written yet. also had strange by celeste on repeat while writing this 😍

masterlist: here

quinn and i met when i first moved to vancouver a year ago.

***

i was running late to my job interview. what an amazing way to present myself. i left the coffee shop with my drink in hand, checking my phone to see how much time i had until my interview. ten minutes. better put some pep in my damn step. my phone rings and i see my brother's name across the screen. i press answer.

"make it quick," i say and he scoffs.

"i missed you too, sis."

"listen, i'm running late to my interview for my new job. can this wait?" he sighs on the other end

"i suppose it can." we say our goodbyes and hang up. i see the building come into view and i quicken my pace. i open the glass door, walking up to the front desk. i check my phone. five minutes left to spare.

"name please," the receptionist says in a monotone voice.

"uh, y/n l/n. here to see mr. santiago" she types away on her keyboard and points to an elevator.

"top floor. when you get there, go down to the end of the hall. he's ready for you." i nod and thank her, walking to the elvator. i press the highest number button there is. the doors close and i feel the elevator jerk as it takes me where i need to. the elevator then dings, and the doors open. i do as the lady instructed and walk all the way down the hall to a clear door. i knock on it and an old man looks up from his desk, waving me in.

"please, take a seat." he takes his glasses off and rubs at his eyes, gesturing to the two seats in front of his mahogany desk and i sit in one. he puts his glasses back on and grabs a file from his left.

"y/n right?"

"yes sir"

"you're here for the photographer position, yes?"

"that would be correct." he opens the file and takes a look through it.

"no criminal history, great student in college, amazing recommendations, and your photos you submitted are just... wow."

"thank you, sir" he continues to skim through the file and hums to himself. he then looks at me.

"you do realize you'll be the department's lead photographer? can you handle that responsibility?"

"yes sir. i can handle anything." he pauses

"when can you start?" i smile in relief

"as soon as you'll have me." he smiles

"great. can't wait to see you wednesday." i nod and thank him for giving me this job. i head to the elevator and head back down to the main floor. not even the receptionist with her god-awful monotone voice can ruin my now chipper mood.

it was finally wednesday and i packed my camera and everything and was off my way to work. i see mr. santiago at the desk as soon as i walk through the glass doors and he turns around. a smile blooms across his face and he raises his arms.

"there she is. you ready for your first day?" i nod

"let me show you to your office." i get an office? for myself? we step into the elvator and head to the fourth floor. he leads me to an office with glass windows and on the door, i see my name in white lettering.

y/n l/n

department photographer

i feel confetti go off in my head and i can't wait to call my brother later to tell him. mr. santiago opens my door and gestures to the office.

"she's all yours. if you need anything, i'm on line three. around 6, you're needed to go to the ice rink and take pictures of the canucks' hockey game. someone should be stopping by to bring you your pass." i nod, taking everything in. he waves me bye and i take a seat in my rolly chair and set my camera and equipment on my very own mahogany desk. i could get used to this.

i take some time to edit some pictures and hear a knock on my door. i see mr. santiago and he walks in.

"here ya go. make sure you have this or they won't let you in." i nod and take the lanyard from him, slipping it over my neck already.

"getting some work done?" he asks me, gesturing to my laptop.

"something like that. just editing some wedding photos for a client of mine."

"a client?"

"yes sir. i have a side business that i run. just in case i ever need something to fall back on." he nods

"well i'll leave ya' to it." i thank him for my pass and he leaves.

six comes sooner than expected and i leave my office. i set up my gps on my phone so i know where to go to take these pictures and it takes me a minute, but i get there. i grab my equipment and walk to the doors. i see people all around me dressed in different numbered jerseys. i find a security officer and walk up to him.

"hi, uh, i'm here to take pictures of the game?" i flash him my badge and he nods, leading me somewhere. he takes me to a nice seat up close to the ice and i wish i brought a jacket because it's a bit chilly. i thank the man and unzip my bag, grabbing my camera. i set it through the little hole in the glass wall and start snapping away.

i manage to get some good shots during the game of the players when they celebrate. i even get a couple videos, reminding myself to put them in slowmo later.

after the game, i'm allowed access on the ice and i start taking any picture i can. when i got a decent amount, i stepped off the ice. the stands were just about bare now. with a canucks win of 4-2, the players were very cheery. which gave me better photo content.

i set my camera back in it's bag, zipping it closed. now, to figure out how to get out of this place. i take a couple turns and now i'm lost. i hear a soft chuckle behind me and i turn to see a brunette man walking to me.

"you lost?" i nod

"that obvious?" he shrugs

“where are you trying to go?”

“to my car. so the parking lot.” he nods and we start to walk.

“who you here for?”

“what do you mean?” i ask and he smiles

“what player? i see your pass” he gestures his head at the pass around my neck and i shake my head.

“ohhhh. nobody. i’m a photographer” he nods

“is it okay if i take a look at some of the pictures?”

“sure,” we stop and i unzip my bag, pulling out my camera. i go to the gallery and go to the first picture i took tonight. i hand him the camera and he looks through all the photos.

“these are really good. you sure do have a good eye.” i thank him and i see him looking at a picture for a minute too long.

“what is it?” i ask, trying to get a peek at which one had him transfixed. i see my favorite picture i took tonight. it was of this guy and he had a big smile on his face.

“that’s my favorite one i took tonight. he looks so happy and care-free. i aspire to feel that way one day.” i see him smile and he looks at me.

“y’know, i don’t usually like my picture taken, but you’re starting to make me like it.” my eyes widen slightly

“that- that’s you?” he smiles

“sure is. is there any way you can send this to me?”

“yeah. uh, email. i have to go back by my office after this anyways if you want to swing by and watch the amazing editing process.” he shrugs

“sure. why not.”

“i never caught your name,” he says

“y/n”

“well y/n, it’s nice to meet you. i’m quinn”

***

a month or two after that, quinn and i started dating. the first few months of our relationship are what you would call the”honeymoon phase.” we were around six months in our relationship when i noticed the change.

first it was the distance. we stopped hanging out more and more. and i understand that dating a pro-athlete comes with obstacles and one of them being the constant traveling and distance. i would always just tell myself it was because he’s getting deeper into the season. i would constantly try and find some sort of hope, to maybe gaslight myself into thinking the inevitable wasn’t as close as i thought it was.

next it was the lack of communication. whenever quinn went on roadies when we first started dating, we would call every night and see how the other’s day was, etc. that changed into once every couple of days, which then changed into once every week (or however long the roadie lasted). i pushed through and just told myself that he was stressed or busy.

then it was plan cancellations. quinn was a man of his word. anyone you asked would confirm that. but then he started to cancel on me last minute. more and more, he would do it. like always, i just brushed it off and made an excuse.

the breaking point for me? the constant excuses. quinn was also a very honest person, so he would just tell you straight up yes or no. or if he didn’t like a certain outfit someone was wearing. so for him to constantly make up reasons why he couldn’t go out with me or go to some restaurant every now and then? it was my reality check.

for example, my birthday dinner. he cancelled last minute and said he had some “dinner” for his team to attend. i knew he was lying because a couple of the guys and their significant others showed up to my dinner. that was a real kick in the gut to me.

quinn was smart, i’ll give him that. because he slowly would start to cancel plans. he would slowly start to make up excuses. he would slowly start to cut himself off from me. he did everything in a slow, subtle manner that when i finally realized it, it hurt more than it should.

it was draining. constantly missing what once was while you were in the now. a couple of quinn’s teammates even reached out and asked what was going on. wouldn’t they like to know? i myself had no clue what was going on. i had a gut feeling, though, that this relationship was starting to become 90/10. that he was losing feelings.

everything started to take a toll on me as well. my productivity at work started to decrease. mr. santiago even pulled me in his office and sat me down to ask what was wrong. i broke down that day. just sobbing and letting everything out to him. he sent me home for the day.

i was tired of it. the pitiful looks people would give me. the constant walking on eggshells around me. it made me feel like some fragile, porcelain doll.

i was sitting on my couch when knocking sounded through my house. i get up and trudge over to the door, looking through the peep hole to see quinn. right. i texted him to come over so i can talk to him about something important.

i open the door and quinn walks by me, taking a seat on the couch.

“what’d you need?” he sounded like he wasn’t there. which, technically he wasn’t. the quinn i fell for wasn’t the quinn that was sitting in front of me.

“i think we need a break, quinn.” his brows slightly furrow.

“what?”

“i just… i don’t think it’s working. i think we both got together thinking we would be this awesome, super power-couple. and now it’s biting us back in the ass.”

“but why?” i scoff, looking up at the ceiling.

“why? quinn, can’t you see it?” i look at him and he’s silent. i stand up and start to pace.

“you’re just not here anymore. you barely talk to me. we don’t ever see each other anymore. i cant even remember the last time i saw you smile around me. do you know how much that fucking hurts, quinn? i’ve lost you, yet you’re sitting right in front of me! and i get it, you okay hockey, you’re busy, but you aren’t even trying to make an effort anymore!” he stands up as well and i can see the slight anger that he barely showed around me making it’s way through.

“y/n, are you forgetting what i do for a living?” he raises his voice.

“no, quinn! god damnit, did you not listen to a single word i just said?” i pause, pulling at my hair. “it doesn’t feel like you care.” i see his jaw clench

“if i didn’t care, i wouldn’t be here in the first place!”

“then maybe you shouldn’t be here!” he looks a bit taken back, but it quickly fades.

“i just can’t do it anymore, quinn. i hope you find someone who makes you happier.” my tone is more quiet, and he nods his head, face void of any emotion as he walks out my house door, slamming it. i slightly flinch at the sound and i take a seat on my couch, processing everything.

all good things must come to an end, right?

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @woodruff-edwards @sumqtuous

a/n: oh yeah, angst to get us through the night

[miekasa]

M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

[ravnsbae]

masterlist || next

Pairing:bang chan x reader.

Count:1.2-1.3k words

Genre:angsty hopefully fluffs coming soon.

AN: I have no idea where this idea came from, nor do I know where this is going to lead. I have a rough idea of what I want. This is my first fic, so please forgive me.

The scratching of skates filled the arena as your students practiced several spins you had shown them that lesson, pushing yourself across the ice with ease as you watched. "Good job everyone!" You said loudly, clapping your hands together to grab their attention. "Remember to keep your entry and exit clean and center your spins!" The doors from the locker rooms burst open, on time as usual, the loud roar of male voices broke the somewhat peaceful lesson. "Come on twinkle toes, off the ice!" Yelled the coach as his team followed behind. "Alright everyone, lets go!" You sang as the gates for the Zamboni were opened.

Every day like clockwork you were ushered off the ice by the Ice Hockey players who almost always complained about your skaters carving up the ice, it got to the point where you suggested the most obvious solution, resurface the ice before they get on. "Don't forget to put your blade guards on kids!" You yelled as several almost walked away without them. The clatter of hockey gear and the sarcastic laughter came from behind you, instantly making you turn around, hands on your hips glaring. "Careful twinkle toes, cant damage your poor skates can you." Said Changbin, one of the players. You rolled your eyes, turned around, huffed and sat down, taking your skates off and drying your blades off. "God, you girls are so pretentious about your skates" He quipped, as he shoved his hockey skates on. "Careful there Bin, those skates could be used as a weapon if you piss them off" Said another player. "Exactly, mine were just sharpened yesterday, better be careful" You said playfully as you picked up your bag and started to leave. "Don't destroy the ice too much, I'm back on it in 2 hours" You quipped. You walked up the stairs and into the main foyer of the rink, deciding to wander down to the local coffee shop. Pulling out your phone and checking Instagram, becoming glued to your screen as you walked into the shoulder of someone coming into the rink. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." you said, looking at the person you'd just collided with, his face mostly covered with a black surgical mask. "T-that's ok." He said, looking at you almost wide eyed. "Sorry again." You said as you turned and continued to walk towards the cafe.. ~~~~ As soon as Chris stepped inside the rink he turned back, looking at your small figure standing in the light snowfall. His heart was beating a million miles an hour, was it really you? It couldn't be. You swore you'd give up skating after...that "I want you to try pairs." You coach said as he almost instantly received the torrent of 'are you kidding me's' he was expecting. "You both have the connection for it, come on." He begged as you both whined but agreed to try it in the end. You'd both been training as Singles skaters but your coach would beg you to try pairs, yes there were harder tricks involved but basic skating knowledge was the same and he was right, you both did feel some connection with each other. But as you both soon found out, connection isn't everything, even more so when winning is on the line. "Guys come on! We should have this perfect already!" Your coach groaned as the lift you were both trying to perform faltered at the landing. "If she stopped squirming as I brought her down we would have!" Grumbled Chris, this had put a huge strain on your friendship,relationship and it was starting to show. "I'm coming down from above your freaking head Chris, of course I'm gonna get a bit squirmy if you don't support me correctly!" Chris threw his hands up in defeat and skated in a small circle, throwing his head back clearly frustrated. "I'm sorry but its true! Its high up there Chris, how many falls have we had already?" "Too many." He snapped as he stopped and looked at you, his gaze almost as cold as the ice. "What is that look for?!" You snapped back. "Don't start Y,N, please you started acting like thi-" "Guys, lets stop here for today, it's getting late." Your coach said, signalling for Chris to follow him. You scoffed and skated to the rink door, putting your guards on in a huff and plopping down onto the bench. You arrived at the rink an hour early, hoping to get onto the ice before your pairs training. You knew you were being a silly yesterday and that your whining about Chris being unstable was really just your nerves getting to you. After you had got home last night you tried messaging Chris, telling him you were sorry and that you were going to try harder to land the lift cleanly today, but upon walking into the rink you heard music playing through the speakers. "Wait...that's our program song.." You thought as you

walked up to the glass doors stopping dead in your tracks. Three figures were already down on the ice, two you recognized at once, your coach and Chris, the third was a female. Frozen in place you watched as, with ease, Chris lifted her above his head, performing the lift you were both struggling with. "Good! See, it's easy enough with a decent partner." Your coach yelled as Chris brought the girl down and gracefully placed he onto the ice cleanly. Your body moved before your brain could tell it to stop as you pushed the large glass doors open, causing all three heads to snap up to where you were. "Y/N what are you doing here so early?" Chris asked looking at you almost annoyed. "I wanted to get some ice time in before our pairs practice." You said. "Why? Have you replaced me or something." You chuckled. "Yes, we have." The clatter of your skates was almost deafening in the now quiet rink. "Y/N you're no longer needed here, in fact as of now you're no longer a skater under me." He said, looking at you and shooing you with his hand. "What?!" Both you and Chris said together as your heads snapped to your coach. "That wasn't part of the deal!" Chris yelled as he looked between you and his coach. "What deal? You knew about this?!" You said, catching Chris' eye. "No...well...not really. I was frustrated about yesterday so coach suggested I pair up with someone else, b-but I only said yes as long as you were still going to skate here..." He blurted out. You gave a small laugh, looking away and biting your lip as Chris got off the ice and began walking over. "Just...don't.." You sobbed, raising your hands and looking at him. "Did you even see my texts last night?" "We started practicing after you had left last night...so I didn't." He said shrugging. You laughed again, shaking your head as your hand grabbed at your wrist, pulling off the bracelet that dangled there and letting it fall onto your skates that lay on the ground. "Y,N....no....come on. What are you doing?!" Chris snapped as you turned and started up the stairs to the glass doors, you heard him trying to follow you. "Put your damn guards on before you ruin your skates!" You snapped as you turned to look at him, tear streaks clear on your face. "I was willing to give up everything for both of you assholes, but thanks for giving up on me." You said as you jogged up the stairs and slammed through the large doors, your skates left in a pile where Chris was standing, the small ice skate charm bracelet shimmering under the overhead lights.

Excuse the non matched times lmao.

[jonesinghardy]

SLIP OF THE TONGUE

PAIRINGS: Mat Barzal x Reader CONTENT: offseason, established relationship, day out at the beach / boardwalk, fluff (?), mentions of marriage WARNINGS: light PDA, kissing RATING: G WORD COUNT: 1.3k AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hi this is my first Hockey fic, I’m very new to to hockeyblr. I saw a tiktok that inspired this. All my love to @rosesvioletshardy​ for getting me into hockey, she did more in like a month than Canadian culture (andm y dad) has been able to do in 24 years. She got the first peek at this fic while we suffered through the last playoff game :’) hope you enjoy! It’s very sweet.

Mat holds your hand firmly as you walk among the light crowd out along the boardwalk. There are small rides, game booths, food stands, street performers, and vendors selling their wares. Which is why Mat hasn’t let go since you left the restaurant where you’d had a light early dinner. 

Someone had gotten a little too much sun and that someone is now wearing your peachy red bucket hat that you’d chosen to match your bike shorts for the outing, and coincidentally (or not) also matched his t-shirt. Mat’s cheeks and nose are red, and his shaggy offseason hair peeks out from the hat in beachy waves. 

At the car, before dinner, when you’d put your towels and bags away, you kissed his cheek after pressing your lips to an icy cold water bottle, and swiped some aloe onto his face while he held another water bottle to his neck after gulping down half of it.

“I think you were overly ambitious with boogie-boarding, baby,” you’d teased him lightly, watching him smile, eyes closed as you finished tending to his ails. He’d pouted, but he was laughing as he leaned in to kiss you, humming happily if not a little defeatedly.

Now that he’s eaten he’s regained a little energy, and the offensive sun is close to setting, lighting the sky in tones of purple and orange and growing the shadows on the boardwalk. You’re in search of desert, and a little more entertainment before heading back home for the night. 

Mat squeezes your hand as the crowd thins out and you look back at him with a reassuring smile, still tickled by how your outfits matched today. Your linen top is cream with a peachy yellow partial circle shape on the front that you think looks like the sun, but Mat said looks like a fried egg. Your sandals match the yellow, his white shorts complement your shirt and make his thighs look scrumptious. Your hat matched your leggings and his shirt, but you think it looks cuter on Mat.

“There’s a soft serve stand over there,” he says, raising a brow and pointing with his free hand. You look in the direction he’s pointed and find it, nod, and start heading over to it together. 

There’s a family ahead of you when you arrive, giving you both enough time to pick something off the menu. Mat wraps his arm around your waist while you wait your turn. You decide quickly, a cone with raspberry drizzle, but he takes longer to decide after he sees options for both chocolate drizzle and chocolate dipped. 

The mother ahead of you is talking very loudly to the clerk behind the counter, prattling more like, going on about… my husband this, my husband that, in such a snooty and somehow simultaneously resentful way that it makes you grimace. You can’t even tell what her problem is. 

“I never wanna sound like that,” you say under your breath, rolling your eyes when Mat looks at you and snorts trying to stifle his laughter. 

“God, me either,” he says, shaking his head and giving you a little squeeze. “I think I know what I want.” He looks around and nods at a bench. “I’ll order, you wait here?” 

“Okay,” you say, scrunching up your nose when he gives you a quick peck and heads over to the counter with a little bounce in his step. 

You laugh and take a seat, looking around at the nearby stands and booths. The family has moved on, their kids' faces covered in chocolate and ice cream, but looking as content as can be despite what a grouch their mother seems to be. They’re passing a booth full of charming stuffed animals.

There isn’t any fixed carnival game to try to win to get a toy, just a man selling toys. Mat is still waiting and paying for your ice cream, so you get up and take a few steps closer. 

“Babe!” you call, and watch him turn toward you, hands in his pockets, brows raised curiously. You point over at the booth and he nods, understanding where you’re going. 

The toys are even more charming up close, your gaze travelling over them thoughtfully. You squish one of the sample toys and discover them to be utterly pleasant to press your fingers into. 

Just when you think you’re ready to choose, the grouchy mother calls the vendor from the other side of the bench. He looks at you apologetically and goes to help her, and you hear her again; my husband likes… my husband wants, what do you think is best for my husband…

It only takes a moment, and you try to tune out her gratingly irritating voice, but finally you get your turn. You offer the vendor a smile, pointing to two bear toys that kind of look like loaves of bread, one beige and one brown. He turns to retrieve them.

“The beige one for me, and the brown one for my husband,” you say, the word slipping off your tongue accidentally. Your cheeks flush. The vendor doesn’t know that Mat isn’t your husband, but your face feels hot and you let out a heavy, embarrassed breath, almost dizzy with the thought of it.

The vendor turns around and pauses, a skeptical look on his face. Your eyes widen and you turn around, meeting Mat’s stunned, shit-eating grin, holding your ice cream in his hands. 

“Did you hear that, man!” Mat says, voice cracking excitedly. The vendor laughs. “She called me her husband!” 

Now your cheeks are burning worse than his. But if anything can be compared to the sun, it’s his beaming smile. 

“I heard it,” the vendor replies, shaking his head amusedly. 

“Oh my god, you’ve gotta come to our wedding, man,” Mat says, handing you your ice cream and reaching a hand out to shake his hand. 

You break into giggles. “Mat, please,” you plead, fishing out a few bills to pay the man for the toys. He shakes Mat’s hand laughing, and puts the bears into a paper bag for you.

He’s practically bouncing as you step away from the booth, another disbelieving laugh leaving your lips as he loops his free arm around your waist and starts guiding you to the railing to watch the sunset. 

“It was a slip of the tongue—“ you say, embarrassed, amused, but he silences you with a kiss that quickly turns into a grin between you both. 

“Say it again,” he says, pulling back a bit to look at you, still playful but utterly earnest. 

“My husband?” you reply, tummy full of butterflies. Somehow he grins even bigger and chuckles quietly to himself. 

“I like how that sounds,” he says, “A lot. About as much as I like the idea of you being my wife.” 

It’s your turn to grin, and you bite your lip, cheeks aching from trying not to smile too hard. 

“Just the idea?” You tease, and he laughs again. 

“You’re gonna be my wife.” He’s so happy and so sure you have absolutely no doubts about how serious he is. “And it’ll be an honour to be your husband.” 

“You’re gonna make me cry in my ice cream,” you complain, playfully, pouting, but can’t help but laugh again when he kisses you. 

“You’re okay with that right?” He asks, uncertain for a second. 

You nod. “Are you proposing?”

He shakes his head sheepishly. “I’m proposing that I want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he says, lifting his hand and stroking his thumb over your rosy cheek. “For now.” 

“For now,” you agree, leaning up to kiss him again. 

He holds your chin with his thumb and index. He tries to deepen it, and you indulge him for just a few seconds before you giggle. 

“Save that for later, our ice cream is gonna melt all over us!” 

He groans playfully. “Ice-cream? What ice-cream?” He kisses your cheek and steps back. 

Mat lifts his slightly melted, chocolate dipped and sprinkle-topped cone to his lips and winks.