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Oliver The Orca || Quinn Hughes
Part of The Hockey Babies AU
Prompt: 29. âCan I sleep with you?â
Warnings: anxiety, fear of the future
WC: 6.8k
A/N: This was meant to be short and sweet jfc lol. I decided because itâs so long that Iâd make this the origin for them in my Hockey Babies Au.
Summary: Since moving to Michigan as a child, youâve been annoyed by the eldest child that lived next door. Neither of your parents care and insist on a camping trip before every school year.
Camping trips were not for you. You were meant for the city or at least a relatively mid-sized town. Not trees, bugs, and a tent that you had to put together yourself. Well, that last part was only somewhat true because after failing to put your tent together three times and watching it collapse Quinn had come over to help you. By help, it meant that you stood back and made sure not to touch anything, per his request.Â
It happens every year. With your parents being friends with Ellen and Jim Hughes there was always a Summer camping trip before school started. When you asked your mother why she insisted that you go she simply told you that as you grow up life moves by fast and that close friends you once had growing up may not be around when you get older. Hence, the camping trip.Â
You didnât know much about your mom before your family moved to Michigan. In your defense, how much was a six-year-old supposed to know about their parents?Â
Even when you were young, your mom liked to talk about her childhood and the one thing and person that was always a constant in her stories was a woman named Ellen. According to your mom, she and Ellen had gone to high school and college together. When they parted ways after graduation their communication slowly died out that was until you moved into your brand new house in Michigan.Â
As your dad drove the van down the suburban streets filled with large houses, you couldnât help but think that Michigan didnât seem all that much different from anywhere else you had lived in your short six years. Your younger brother was excited enough for both of you. You werenât easily annoyed by your brother but his nonsensical 4-year-old ramblings about everything he saw made you roll your eyes. He didnât get it. He wasnât leaving behind any friends or starting at a new school. If your family stayed here this is all he would ever remember, not the home or neighborhood you lived in before.Â
Your dad seemed to notice your sour mood and tried to point things out that would usually catch your attention. He talked about how there would be more room for you to play, and that there was a lake nearby where you could swim in the summer. Your mom even suggested that you could learn how to ice skate during the winter when the lake froze over. None of it interested you until your dad told you that you would finally have your own bedroom.Â
That made you perk up. At some point, you were sure that you had to have had your own bedroom at some point. You didnât remember it because for as long as you could remember you shared a bedroom with your brother. For the rest of the drive, you sat back in your booster seat, thinking about how you would decorate it and if you could somehow convince your parents to let you have your own television. When you started school you could have sleepovers whenever you wanted!
That sounded nice. Youâve been trying to tell them since the few months since your birthday that you were a big girl now and six-year-olds are too old to share a bedroom with their brothers, especially a snot-nosed tattle tale like your brother.
The rest of your family chatted merrily, talking about all the great things living in this neighborhood would have, and how your dadâs new job would be great for the family because heâd be around a lot more. Your parents didnât try to pull you back into the conversation, knowing that a neutral mood from you would be better than a grumpy one.Â
Finally, when you pulled up to what was to be your new house, you couldnât help but let out a gasp. It was large and white and there was even a porch. It was like one of those houses you saw in movies or on the covers of the magazines your mom read while waiting in line to buy her groceries.Â
You refused to let yourself feel too excited about it, though. Your parents had to know that you didnât approve of this move and that you were still upset about leaving your friends behind and your old home, and the fact that you had to get rid of half of your stuffed animals to make room in the van for a move you didnât even want!Â
You flinched when suddenly you heard your mother shriek and nearly jump out of the car, even though your dad had yet to put it into park. You watched in confusion as your mother waved her arms about to get some other womanâs attention. It seemed to work because the other woman turned away from what you presumed were her three sons, who had to be around the same age as you and your brother and embraced your mother in a tight hug.Â
Finally pulling into the driveway slowly and parking the car, your dad went over to unbuckle your brother from his seat and just like your mother he scrambled out of the car to meet the children who were standing behind the woman mom was talking animatedly to. You watch from your seat as your mom introduces your brother to this strange new woman - you wonder if itâs Ellen, the one whom your mom has pictures of from when they were young. She looks similar, taller than your mom, leaner, and with the build of an athlete, and her blonde hair is a stark contrast to your own momâs darker shade.
Even her smile is the same. You were told you were moving to be closer to your dadâs new job but now you canât help but wonder if your mom knew that she would somehow be neighbors with her old friend.Â
When your dad comes around to help unbuckle your booster seat, you sit back and let him, now eyeing the three boys in roller skates and hockey sticks. Itâs the middle one you think that your brother is mainly talking to. Mainly because the youngest, either still a toddler or just a little bit older is holding onto his momâs leg as he takes in the new people. The other one has to be the oldest, you think, with the way his face is set into a serious mask, and is the only one that has seemed to notice you.Â
You donât like that heâs watching you. You donât know him but at that same time, thatâs why you donât put up resistance to being unbuckled, where normally you would have. You didnât want to seem like a loser so quickly after moving here. You havenât even stepped foot into your new house yet.Â
When your dad helps you clamber out of the car, you make sure to grab your favorite stuffed animal that you were allowed to bring on the trip. When your parents had brought you to Build-a-Bear, they probably thought youâd get a regular bear or an expensive dog but instead, you picked an orca. An orca that you named Oliver who never once left your side.Â
âDo I have to meet them?â you pulled on your dadâs shirt so that you could be face-to-face with him. You could see that he was trying to hold back a laugh but a light smile still found its way onto his lips. He wasnât fooling you, though. With as much seriousness as you could muster on your small round face, you continued, âCanât we see the house first and see these people tomorrow?â
Your dad sighed and replied, âYour mom and brother are already over there. Your mom is catching up with an old friend and your brother, it looks like is making a new friend himself.â
You grumbled something under your breath but your dad ignored it.
âWe wonât stay out here for long and itâs nice to get to know youâre neighbors.â He added. âIf you get too nervous or you want to leave squeeze your stuffed animal or hand him to me and Iâll get the message that itâs time to go.â
âOliver,â you muttered. âHis name is Oliver.â
He patted down your hair which had gotten more messy as the day went on and hummed apologetically, ���Iâm sorry, will you tell Oliver that?â
You nodded and with Oliver tucked under one arm, you grabbed your dadâs hand with the other and walked over to the others. You dropped his hand but remained close by, even when he moved closer to your mom and threw his arm around her.
When your mom finally noticed you she introduced you to everyone, âThis is my daughter,â your mom announced.Â
After telling them all your names, the other woman laughed. It was bright and kind. âYou always did say if you had a daughter one day, thatâs what you would name her.â
They shared one more laugh before your mom continued, âDarling, this is Luke,â he was still holding onto his momâs leg and you noticed his hair was the brightest. Up close you realized that your original guess of four was wrong. He was barely three years old. You waved shyly at the younger boy and smiled, âThis is Jack, he claims to like hockey more than his brothers,â which made the tallest one huff a breathy laugh. âHeâs the same age as your brother, isnât that nice?â
You werenât sure what to say to that so you just nodded.
âThis one, right here,â your mom said with a smile and a twinkle in her eyes that you couldnât decipher, âis Quinn. Heâs the oldest and just so happens to be around your age.â
You took him all in now that you were only standing a few feet away. His hair was much darker and his complexion was pale, you couldnât help but wonder what he looked like in the winter. He didnât smile but his eyes werenât unkind.Â
He broke the silence well by holding up his hand for you to shake.
âItâs nice to meet you,â he politely said. You replied, saying the same thing and holding Oliver closer to you.Â
You wouldnât consider yourself a shy child but it was the way that everyone was so engrossed in the conversation the adults were having while Quinn kept his eyes on you the whole time. You couldnât pinpoint how it made you feel. You were annoyed that you were singled out but at the same time, a warm buzzing feeling hummed through you as you were the sole focus of someoneâs attention.Â
It all felt like too much, though, and eventually, you handed your stuffed animal to your dad. He was a man of his word and in less than five minutes your mom was wrapping up her conversation with Ellen.
You thought the interaction was over but as you had turned to walk away Ellen shouted one last thing that made your momâs ears perk up. She turned around and Ellen said, âEvery summer before school begins we go on a camping trip. We go for about three days. We leave in a week, Iâd love it if you could all come.â Â
Without looking at your brother or you, or your father for that matter, your mother agreed happily. You know that meant that before you were even unpacked she would drag everyone to the store to buy camping gear.Â
This time you truly thought you were done because now your parents had started to walk out of earshot and Ellen had started to help Luke take off his roller skates.Â
However, loud enough for you to hear but quiet enough for everyone else not to, you heard Quinn utter the words, âDonât forget to bring your orca on the trip.â
You didnât stop, exactly. You tripped on an uneven part of the sidewalk and managed to catch yourself before falling flat on your face. You looked back at the oldest Hughes and saw that he was gone.Â
You werenât a drama queen, no matter how many relatives tried to tell you you were. You were picky and you knew what you liked but you never expected others to understand, that would have been rude. However, how had Quinn known that Oliver was an Orca? Nobody knew, especially children your age. You only knew because one day your dad fell asleep watching a documentary about sea life. Every time someone would guess what your stuffed animal was they often guess a whale, which was a common misconception. One time you heard someone call it a narwhal. You were offended on Oliverâs behalf but secretly found it a little funny.Â
You stopped letting it bother you but the surprise and shock you felt when someone knew what Oliver was made you radiate happiness. It probably seemed ridiculous to most people but Oliver was important to you. All the grumpiness in the car from earlier had disappeared. That didnât mean you actually liked the eldest of the three brothers. He was quiet and seemed sort of grumpy and acted like he wanted nothing to do with you.Â
Your first family camping trip was filled with highs and lows. Jim Hughes taught you how to fish, and you soon realized that you hated it but he seemed to enjoy it so you went along with it. You taught Luke how to make a flower crown. Your mom and Ellen gossiped about their time in school and all the time in between that they missed.Â
Quinn on the other hand, barely spoke to you. It wasnât subtle either, everyone was aware and thought the two of you would work it out by the end of the trip. Itâs not like you were avoiding him. Maybe a little but not as much as he was trying to avoid you.Â
All of it made any little spark inside you that wanted to be his friend die. So you vowed for the rest of the trip to ignore him. It felt better to be the one doing the ignoring and not the one being ignored.Â
When school started you were put into different classes so thankfully the only time you had to see Quinn was lunch time and even then the two of you would sit across the cafeteria to sit with your friends.
For years it had worked. You were cordial as neighbors and put on pleasant smiles for your parents when they decided to have a dinner night with both families. At school you didnât talk, sometimes you would catch him glancing over at you but you never brought it up. If he had a staring problem that would have to be something he would have to deal with on his own.
The camping trips usually went smoothly. At least up until this last year. There was always so much to do that it was easy to shrug off any attempts anyone made for you to hang out with Quinn. You were nineteen and he was turning the same age in a month.Â
This could very well be the last camping trip you spent with everyone and sometimes, late at night, the feeling of not seeing Quinn again hurt but then you remembered his judgemental stares and how pretty, skinny, blonde girls would fawn over him once he became a hockey player in the NHL.
Your own thoughts startle you. What do you care if a bunch of girls threw themselves at Quinn while you were away? You especially didnât care if he took an interest in any of them. He already went to and played hockey at the University of Michigan. You couldnât think of one instance where he didnât have several different options for who he spent the night with. When he goes to play for the NHL, nothing will have changed.Â
(Other than everything. In Michigan, you knew you would see him again. When he moved he wouldnât be there when you came to visit.)
This was one of the reasons you couldnât stand Quinn most of the time. He jumbled up your thoughts and you didnât know what to do with them. With Jack and Luke, it was different,
they had become like a second set of brothers with how often they were over at your house. Quinn, even though the offer was extended to him by every one of your family members, he still never came over.Â
From the get-go, it was clear that ignoring Quinn for the entire trip wasnât going to happen.
On the first night, you followed the routine that you had developed over the several years of camping. There was one problem, though, and that was since your first camping trip to now, you had never gotten the hang of putting your tent together. You tried! But someone would always have to help you in the end. You looked around for your brother or your dad but when you turned back to the pile of what was meant to be your tent on the ground, Quinn had come over and silently helped to put it together.
Few words were exchanged, such as, âCan you stand over there?ââDonât touch that.â and âHold onto that for a second.â
When your tent was all propped up and ready for you, you went to say âthank youâ but Quinn was already walking off to help your dad unload bags from his car.Â
By the time you had everything all laid out, your sleeping bag, an extra blanket, a flashlight, and of course Oliver the Orca, the sun had begun to set. Jim called for everyone to come gather around the campfire. You pulled a hoodie over your t-shirt and claimed a spot on the log near the fire. You werenât the last to arrive, as you waited for Jack, your brother, and Quinn to arrive you stared into the crackling campfire.Â
The camping trip had been pushed back this year so now it was late September and there was a little chill in the air and the warmth from the fire was enough to warm you up.Â
Luckily for you, in a week you would be heading back to school for your second year at the University of Oregon. It wasnât your first choice and you knew it would get cold there too, but when you toured the school before your first year, you fell in love with the area. It was lush and green and had everything you wanted.Â
Quinn gave you what had to have been a sarcastic smile when he finally plopped down on the log on the other side of the fire. You made a show of rolling your eyes at him in return. The little grin that wanted to come up was swallowed back down when you realized that you would miss this. The playfulness that snuck in between both of your two soured your mood.
Looking at Quinn brought back another thought that youâve recently been thinking about. It was something that would nag at you as you packed up your room and took late-night walks around the neighborhood. You were afraid of getting homesick. You got homesick the first year you went away to college but you were expecting that. It was different, though, you were aching for some type of freedom. You loved your friends and family, and for the first time in your life, you would be free to do whatever you wanted without someone hovering over you.Â
This year felt different. Your friends from home had started to settle in the cities and towns that they chose to move to. Your little brother was looking at colleges on the East Coast and even Jack was going into the NHL draft this year. With Quinn going to Vancouver to play for the Canucks, he would be the one that you would be the closest to but Vancouver was still a distance from Eugene, Oregon. There was no chance that you would ever just accidentally cross paths with him.Â
For a second, you felt of pang of sadness. Youâve known Quinn since you were six and it wonât be like last year when you left for school and you would FaceTime or Skype your friends and family and Quinn would be in the background. Quinn was such a fixture in your life and now he was going to be gone too. Quinn loved Michigan, so you would probably see him in the Summers but what if after you graduate you get a job somewhere else? Somewhere where you know no one.Â
You're jolted out of your spiraling emotions when Jack and your brother plop down on the log next to you, fighting over a bag of unopened marshmallows. You could thank the heavens for their timing because it feels like youâve been having more and more thoughts about Quinn, your future, and Quinn being a part of your future.
The bag that Jack and your brother were fighting over tears in half, just like anyone could have predicted. The marshmallows go flying everywhere. Some land in the fire and melt quickly but mostly they land amongst the forest floor.
What you werenât expecting was Jack jumping up from the log and hopping around screaming in a pitch that could rival a little girlâs.Â
âOh shit! Oh shit! OH SHI-!â
No one can hold back their laughter as they watch him frantically move about. Your brother nearly falls off of his log in a fit of laughter and you think you hear Quinn snort.Â
âJack Rowden Hughes!â Ellen scolds but when you look at her you can see the laughter she was trying her hardest to suppress.Â
âSorry, mom,â Jack mumbles but still doesnât stop hopping around looking for the marshmallows.
âWhat the hell are you even doing?â Quinn asks, and unlike his mother, heâs not trying to hide his amusement.Â
When he laughs you feel your chest get tight. You look briefly at him when he speaks and see that heâs already looking at you. Heâs not smirking or glaring. No, heâs just smiling at you. There doesnât seem to be any hidden meaning or mocking in his eyes. Heâs happy and youâre the one heâs showing it to unabashedly.Â
âDonât you read?â Jack snaps, his hands overflowing with the marshmallows heâs grabbed from the floor, your mom kindly hands him a bag of garbage for him to throw away the dirt-covered sticky treat. âBears love Marshmallows!â
âWasnât that a SpongeBob episode?â You inquire with a laugh, shortly followed by Luke and Quinn.Â
âDear, weâve been camping here for thirteen years.â Your mom tries to soothe Jack but everyone, including her, knows itâs futile. âNo one has ever seen a bear around here.â
âThat doesnât mean they arenât lurking around waiting to pounce,â Jack argues but he slowly calms down. Well, as calm as Jack can manage.Â
âWhat does âwaiting to pounceâ even mean? Do you think Winnie The Pooh is hiding behind that tree over there?â
âShut up, Quinn,â Jack grumbles and is shoved down to sit back on the log by his dad.
After everyone is calmed or close enough to calm your dad pulls out another bag of marshmallows and chocolate from a bag while Ellen grabs graham crackers. Jim finds the sticks for you all to toast the sâmores with all while your mom sits back in her chair, drinking out of a thermal cup, and by her lazy smile and pink cheeks, youâre starting to think that perhaps itâs not coffee or hot chocolate.Â
Everyone quickly falls into the easy chatter that only forms after years of knowing one another. You hold your sâmore over the fire as you sit quietly, listening to all the conversations happening around you.Â
You're pretty sure that whatever is in your momâs mug she shared with Ellen because the two of them are quietly giggling after every other word. Jim and your dad are talking to Jack about his future and what the draft might be like when it comes around soon. You feel bad for the kid. Youâve heard almost every adult close to Jack give him the same speech. Itâs not like he wonât have a future. Youâve seen him play hockey, both for fun and for competition, and know that heâs better than good. Every team is looking at him right now and with his charisma and the way he moves on the ice, heâs guaranteed to become a star almost immediately after being drafted.Â
Luke and your brother have given up on eating the sâmores altogether and are taking turns throwing marshmallows back and forth to see who can catch the most with only their mouths. After a minute of watching, you can safely say theyâre both terrible and that âthe bearâ coming out to eat the marshmallows is more likely than one of them catching one of them in their mouths.
You stayed quiet, not feeling like participating in any of the conversations. It wouldnât raise any suspicions, since this annual trip began you were always worn out by the end of the day. Not talking to anyone, eating whatever your dad decides to barbecue, and falling asleep on your momâs lap. So no one questioned you as you tried to not set your campfire snack on fire and thought about how everything was about to change after you all left the camping grounds and how you werenât ready for it.Â
You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you hadnât even noticed that Quinn was quiet himself. Not staring down his burnt marshmallow like you put sneaking curious glances your way and silently hoping you would catch him.Â
With a loud slap on his knee and a groan that only fathers seemed to know how to make your dad stood from his lawn chair.Â
âItâs been a long day, I think Iâll try to get some sleep so I can wake up early to catch some fish.â
Jim nodded enthusiastically at the prospect of fishing in the morning and stood up as well. Both of the men helped their wives up from their seats, you smiled as they made it difficult for their husbands to walk them to their tents. The swaying a giggling never died down, even when they were inside and the tent was zipped.Â
You were never one for fishing and why people liked to do it so early in the day perplexed you. You had attempted fishing twice in your life, once with your dad and brother which resulted in you being pushed into the lake by your brother and the other time was on a camping trip where Jim was convinced he could change your mind about fishing. It didnât work. So now your plans for tomorrow are to lay down a beach blanket near the water and read one of the books you brought with you.Â
The next ones to stray towards their tents for the night were Luke and your brother. You knew they were going to be next. They enjoyed fishing and spending time with their respective dads.Â
âMaybe Iâll even catch dinner for us tomorrow!â your brother exclaimed.Â
You wanted to gag at the idea but you saw the excited look on his face and decided against it. Instead, you gave him a thumbs up and mustered up a, âIâll wish you luck!â
Jack didnât say goodnight to anyone but you all saw him run behind one of the trees to vomit all of the sugar he consumed. By now he was most likely in his tent groaning or trying to get a signal on his phone. Probably both.Â
It didnât take long for Quinn to stand and bid you goodnight after the other boys left. Your eyes followed him as he walked with his head down to his tent. He had no real reason for leaving. You had watched him sporadically throughout the night and he didnât seem tired. Perhaps he just didnât want to stay out here alone with you. You murmur a quiet goodnight back, not sure if he heard it or not but not wanting to say it again.Â
You werenât ready for sleep yet. Your mind was still racing and when your thoughts came back to coming home for the holidays and everyone not being there a knot formed in your throat. You had made friends in Oregon and this upcoming year you would likely start networking, which meant meeting new people, and even though you havenât met them yet, you knew they werenât going to be better than the people sleeping in the tents less than ten feet away from you.Â
If it hadnât been for the chilly early September breeze you probably wouldnât have noticed the tears on your cheeks. You wiped them away quickly. Everyone had already gone to sleep so you could cry as much as you wanted to and no one would know. No one but you, and you didnât want to deal with all of those emotions right now. You were only feeling like this because it had been a long day and what you needed was a good night's rest.Â
You watched the fire die down and when it was only embers left you sprinkled some sand on it to make sure it wouldnât set the forest ablaze as you all slept. When you were done with that you crawled into your tent and tried to get comfortable in your sleeping bag.Â
It was futile. The extra blanket didnât warm you up and the sleeping bag was old and had small holes in it that you didnât notice when you had packed it. Not even pulling Oliver close to your chest made you feel better.Â
The tent was cold and hard and despite the rustling leaves and wind outside, it felt silent. You werenât built to be alone and with your recurring thoughts of everyone leaving and not coming back once school starts up again, you couldnât find it in yourself to stay in your tent tonight.Â
You grabbed your extra blanket and Oliver and paused when you were outside. Who could you share a tent with without them making a big deal of it? Your brother and Jack were immediately scratched off that list. They had the biggest mouths known to man. You could seek out the comfort of your parents, similar to when you were little and afraid and you would crawl into their much bigger bed and cuddle between the two of them. They would worry if you did that now and you didnât want to worry them on the first night of the trip they had come to love.
There was nothing wrong with going to Luke but your body itched to turn the other way and go to Quinnâs tent. He wouldnât tell anyone and even if he wasnât sharing the same thoughts out loud, perhaps he was thinking them silently, after all, he was in the same predicament.
Before you could stop yourself you tapped gently on the tent and whispered his name.Â
Nothing happened, so you continued just a little louder and perhaps with a slight whine. âQuinn! Quinn, open your tent. Quinn, are you asleep?â
Finally, the zipper was tugged down and a disheveled Quinn appeared. Despite his look of annoyance, you could tell that he wasnât really upset with you. If he was he would have told you to go away by now or never opened the tent.
âWhatâs wrong?â His words slurred from sleep but his tone was serious.Â
With a weak smile, you replied, âI think thereâs a bear outside my tent that thinks Iâm a marshmallow. Can I sleep with you?â
To your surprise, Quinn shuffled to the side of his sleeping bag to make room for you. When you continued to look at him dumbstruck he sighed and waved at the tent flap and said, âCan you come in here already? Also make sure you zip that up. Iâm pretty sure that any bear with a sweet tooth will be dissuaded by a zipper.âÂ
You did as he asked and once you did you climbed into the sleeping bag with him. He grunted when you accidentally elbowed him in the stomach and when you kept trying to readjust in the small sleeping area that was only really meant for one Quinn grabbed your waist and rolled you so that your back was against his front. You felt breathless being so close to Quinn, no that wasnât it, being held so close to him. The two of you grew up together so it didnât feel strange to sleep in the same area. Sometimes you had to share a bed because your brother and Jack wanted to share one instead. One time when you were sharing an air mattress, it popped and you both had to sleep on the floor after that. You still held firm that the popping was Quinnâs fault.Â
This was different, though. Out of all the times you had to sleep near Quinn, he never seemed like a cuddler and yet, here you were with his arm slung tightly around you, with his forehead pressed against your neck. Slowly and without saying anything you grabbed his hand that was on your waist, holding you to him, and intertwined your fingers. It felt grounding. How could you spiral when he was so solidly here?Â
âSo are you sticking with the bear story or are you actually going to tell me why you're in my tent?â Quinn said into the quiet darkness.Â
You didnât want to answer his question. You wanted to lay here and be held and take up all of his warmth and fall asleep. You also knew that if you didnât vocalize your fears they would only get bigger and bigger until one day you would simply combust and find yourself living in a cardboard box outside of your childhood home.
You squeezed Oliver with the hand that wasnât holding Quinnâs and whispered shyly, âIâm afraid of what happens after this. Iâm afraid that once I go back to school everything will change and Iâll come home and nothing will be how it was.â
You let out a breath of relief. Even though you couldnât help but still fret over everything it still felt nice to get all of that off of your chest.Â
Quinn had remained quiet the whole time and for a moment you thought he was falling asleep until he squeezed your hand and moved his arm under your head to grab Oliver. Quinn wasnât taking him from you but he held him gently. Almost stroking the worn fuzz on the stuffed orca.
âThings are gonna change,â he finally said. âAll of our parents will still be in Michigan and so will your brother and when he goes to college Iâm sure heâll call to annoy you every day.â
You smiled sadly, it was true. Your little brother was like you. He aches for space but needs to know that the people he loves will still be there.Â
âDoesnât it scare you?â Itâs a whisper, you can barely hear yourself over the pounding of your heart and the blood rushing in your ears.Â
You didnât know why you felt scared right now, this was Quinn, the same boy youâve known nearly all your life. On the other side, though, this is Quinn, the same guy that annoys you more often than not. Who on most days you think he might hate you and you might hate him. Your thumb rubs circles on the hand thatâs holding yours. What was it that your mom always said? Thereâs a thin line between love and hate.
It takes a minute and then two before you think he might not answer. Had his lips not been so close to your neck you wouldnât have heard him. His words would have been lost with the wind outside.Â
âOf course Iâm scared.â He finally says and before you can cut in he continues. âIâm scared that I wonât be as good as people are hoping I will be when I finally get to play. Iâm afraid to be so far away from my family.â He paused again but kept quiet, there was a tension in the air and you knew he wanted to say more. âI know my family will always be there, though. I also know that my friends will be too. I just donât know about you.â
You went to turn around so that you could see his face and hear his words when he says them. His arms around your waist stop you, though.
âWhether or not I like it, you know everything about me.â You reply, the next part you look at your stuffed Orca so it feels like you're talking to it rather than him. âI think you might be the only person who knows everything about me. Youâre always paying attention.â
âOf course, Iâve been paying attention.âÂ
You donât hesitate and you donât let yourself think before saying what you want to.
âWhy?â
Quinn sighs your name and it sounds like a prayer. It sounds like heâs begging you to just know. Quinn is a man of few words and you want him to say it.Â
âWhen I was six a stubborn girl with a stuffed Orca moved in next door to me. You watched me, you saw me, first before you finally looked at my family. For as long as I can remember Iâve been an afterthought to everybody.â Quinn says and his words make you hurt. âI did things to annoy you just so you would notice me because I wanted /your/ attention.â
âThatâs very playground of you.â You say lightly, trying to ease the suffocating air in the tent.Â
Quinn laughs lightly and it tickles your neck. âThen, and hereâs the kicker, I get drafted to the Vancouver Canucks, and team far away from everything I know and then I remember that this girl that Iâve been annoying on purpose for years has what can only be described as an emotional support Orca. People have stuffed bears, ducks, or literally anything else. Iâve never seen someone with an Orca and for the first time everything I had and everything Iâve ever wanted became so clear.â
âAnd what is it that you want?âÂ
He lets go of your hand and sits up on his elbows just so he can look at you when says, âYou. Since you got out of that car gripping that stuffed animal in one hand and your dadâs hand in the other all while giving the meanest glare I think Iâve ever seen from a kindergartner.â
âI thought you hated me.â Â
âI thought you hated me.â
A small smile tugs at the side of your lip, âI thought I did too. If Iâm being honest, though, I donât think I could ever actually hate you.â
The kiss is a surprise. Itâs not on your lips or your neck, Quinn simply leans down and places his lips to your forehead. After that, he lays back down behind you and wraps his arm around your torso. You waste no time grabbing his hand and sinking into his embrace.Â
Heâs solid and warm and for the first time in months, your mind doesnât feel like itâs running a mile a minute.Â
âDo you believe in fate?âÂ
The question catches you off guard. Fate? Quinn was so practical it seemed like a weird thing for him to ask. Did you believe in it though? If you were asked ten years ago, you would have said yes. If you were asked four years ago you would have said no, but lying in Quinnâs tent and in his arms, you canât but wonder if maybe you do?
âI donât know.â You say honestly. âDo you?âÂ
Quinn is quick to answer, âOh yeah, how else can I explain that the girl I fell for at six would have a favorite stuffed animal that is an Orca, while Iâm about to play for Vancouver whose mascot is an orca?âÂ
You smile at that. It did seem rather fate-like if you thought about it like that.Â
âWell, when you put it like that,â you laugh, as does Quinn. âWhen youâre off being a hotshot hockey player in Canada you have to promise me something.â
âHmm, depends on what it is that I have to promise.â
You bit your lip and let your eyes slide down to Oliver. You hoped that Quinn would hear the true meaning of your words when you said them because you doubted you could say them out loud yet. âJust remember that Oliver is your favorite Orca when youâre out there.â
You waited with bated breath. Quinnâs breathing had slowed and for a moment you wondered if he had fallen asleep.Â
That was until he pulled you closer to himnand said directly in your ear, âOliver will always be my favorite no matter where I go.â
#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes imagine#quinn hughes#nhl imagines#the hockey babies au#hockey babies au#Quinn and mama#mamaqh#chaos with quinn
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Hockey!James Potter x Lupin!Reader â 663 words
thank you to @moonpascal for reading this and giving me ideas! hockey!james is dedicated to you, babes <3 series masterlist ; main masterlist
âPut a shirt onâmy sisterâs coming over.â Remus calls out, smacking the back of the couch behind Siriusâ head. Sirius barely flinches, too absorbed in the video game to care. James glances up from where heâs sitting, his gaze casually following Remus as he walks into the living room. But then, as the words register, his head snaps back for a double take.
âYour sisterâs coming over?â James sits up straighter, his interest piqued. âWhen?â
Remus glances at his phone as he settles into the chair next to the couch, âPretty soon.â
âHeâs one shot away from dead, James,â Sirius mutters through gritted teeth, his fingers flying over the buttons, laser-focused on the screen. âGet on that. Now.â Â
Silence. Â
Sirius darts a quick, panicked glance to his right, expecting to see James ready for action, only to find him staring intently at Remus instead, his controller slack in his hands. Â
âPretty soon? What does that mean? Ten minutes? Thirty?â James asks, his thoughts drifting to the state heâs inâhis hair a disheveled mess from repeatedly running his hands through as he played games for half the day. Not to mention, heâs still lounging in his pajama pants, a consequence of having no classes and a rare night off from hockey practice.Â
If heâd known you were coming over today, he wouldâve made an effortâfixed his hair, changed out of his lazy clothes, maybe even tidied up the place a bit.
âJames!â Sirius barks, his frustration mounting. âI said get on him, not play twenty questions!â Â
Remus shrugs as he strides further into the room, completely unfazed by the chaos. âAgainâI donât know, mate. She just said, âpretty soon.ââ
James frowns, his brow furrowing. âDo I have time to shower?â Â
The high-pitched sound of a game-over screen fills the room, and Sirius throws his controller down with a groan. âOh, bloody hell! We couldâve won that!âÂ
James glances over at the screen with a slight wince, âShit, sorry.â
âRemus, youâre up,â Sirius announces, grabbing the controller James has abandoned and tossing it to Remus, who barely catches it. A disappointed look is shot in Jamesâ direction as Sirius sets up the new game. âYouâve lost your privileges.â
Remus takes the controller, his eyes flicking to James as he stands and begins collecting the forgotten cans and empty food containers scattered around. Sirius glances over with an amused smirk, his gaze lingering on Jamesâ frantic tidying.
âShould I be concerned that youâre cleaning up for my sister?â Remus asks, raising an eyebrow. James turns to face him, a guilty and uncertain expression crossing his face.
âUh, I doââ James stammers, clearly unsure how to respond without annoying Remus.Â
âIf youâre gonna change, you might as well throw on a backwards hat,â Remus says, interrupting casually, his eyes glued to the screen as his fingers hover over the buttons. âShe finds it hot on guys.â He catches James out of the corner of his eyeâsees him straighten, the words sinking in as he nods slowly. Without a word, James turns and heads for the kitchen, muttering to himself, like heâs trying to remember where heâs got a baseball hat lying around.
âWait, does she really?â Sirius asks, raising an eyebrow. Remus mutters a distracted âyeah.â
âNoted,â He nods, a sly grin creeping across his face. âIâll be sure to wear one around her next time.â
Remus turns and shoots him a warning look, making Sirius pause. âSeriously? Youâre handing him tips, but I canât even joke about using them?â
âNo, because heâs actually interested in being with her. Youâre just interested in flirting with her.â Remus says, shooting Sirius a look of warning and protectivenessâ the kind only a brother could deliver.
Sirius rolls his eyes, a playful smirk tugging at his lips, fully aware that Remus is right. James had fallen for you the moment Remus introduced you four years agoâhis feelings for you were real, and somehow, everyone but you could see it.
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Thin Ice: part two
Hockey! Vi x Ice skater! reader
Warnings: dumb lesbians being dumb and avoiding their feelings!! Reader is a bit mean and vi is easily annoyed, I write a corny fight scene, goofy intoxicated sex, drunk driving but they are fine, eating out (reader receiving), choking (vi receiving), tribbing
Genre: smut, fluff and angst the whole nine yards lol
A/N: this is the final part guys!! This series was fun!! It gives me confidence in my other series as this is my first one!! I hope you enjoy my writing as I still experiencing with my writing style and how I want to portray these characters and represent reader so thank all 100+ of you guys which is crazy thatâs there over 100 of you reading my stuff I appreciate all you horny freaks Ę>â<・Ę
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Vi and I have gotten closer since the day in the library. Honestly if she wasnât so ďżźseductive we couldâve been best friends in the first place.
We live off campus because it works with our schedules better, and weâre both private people. So private I realize Iâve never seen her room so now that Iâm sitting on her bed Iâm taking it in. We started living together late sophomore year. It was complicated but it worked for the moment! If we were fucking it was on the couch or counter, and if we wanted to avoid each other we went to our rooms.
I sink further into her mattress as she goes on about the drama on her team. So glad I donât have to deal with that bullshit!
âAre you listening at all?â She pouts as she lays on me. I run my hand through her pink hair, âof course viâ I exhale.
âAm I annoying you?â She whispers as she tucks her head into my neck. âNo I exhaled because youâre heavyâŚyou donât annoy me.â I lift her face up and kiss her forehead.
She puckered her lips and I gave her a quick kiss. I know fucking is what made us awkward in the first place but we arenât fucking just kissing as friends.
âOkay enough of that letâs get ready for this party!â She exclaims as she gets off me. We are party girls through and through however Iâve been enjoying them less recently.
âYou donât wanna stay in maybe?â I whisper playing with my hair. Vi sits back down on the bed, âdo you not want to go anymore? You okay?â
âJust feel like being alone with youâŚâ
âI donât think we should be alone together.â She laughs and something about that pisses me off so I push myself off the bed and say Iâm going to get ready.
Before I could enter my room door Vi grabs my wrist. âDonât pull that distant bullshit with me, if I hurt your feelings say that!â
âWhy canât we be alone together?â I huff
âCâmon cupcake you know why.â She states softly as she lets me go and leans on the wall. Sheâs right, even though we kiss we have been very platonic with each other and itâs the healthiest weâve ever been. Itâs nice having a friend in her but I want more I just donât know how to truly express that!
âYour rightâŚâ
Thatâs what I play in my head as I mock myself as I get ready.
When I left my room vi was in a wife pleaser, baggy pants and docs. She likes to get creative in her style so we made our own patches and attached them to her jeans. âAww your wearing them!â I say as I bend down to look at her pants. I hear her flustered giggle, âof course canât let my cupcakes skills go to waste.â
I fluff her hair, âyou look goodâ and that breaks a soft blush on her face. âYou look beautifulâ she takes my hand and spins me. âWait before I forget, here.â She attaches a heart shaped carabiner onto my shorts that had her name on it. âAnd I got a matching one!â She shows me her heart shaped carabiner that had my name on it.
âLetâs leave before I make love to you.â I declare as I quickly walk out with a laughing but flustered Vi tailing me.
The party was loud and crowded. I probably had four shots at this point and was dancing with one of my senior friends Mel. We were shouting lyrics and giggling until I had to jump off to grab us sims more drinks.
Vi and I donât always stick close during parties but I feel like everywhere I turn I see her in the crowd. It could be the alcohol or she could be watching.
I shouldâve token that as a sign because some bitch bumped into me when I had our drinks in my hands. Now itâs crowded so I understand but I wouldâve appreciated an apology but her ass laughed so I grab the closest drink and throw it at her! Leading her to punch me and now weâre tussling on the floor. It was all happening so fast and I knew my nose was bleeding but I was on top of her and was wailing on her until Vi picked me up by my waist.
âGet off me!â I yell and thrash in her arms until she yells at me to chill out. I calm down once Iâm in the car and Vi drives me back in silence.
âIs my hair fucked up?â
She gives me a once over, âdo you want me to tell you the truth?â
I gasp at my ponytail, âthat bitch made me fuck up my slick back!â I cry the alcohol definitely kicking in.
Vi laughs, âIâll fix it when we get back.â That alone made me cry harder.
Once weâre home I get all the supplies I need and we fix my hair in the living room. I allow Vi to help me if she listens to every single detail I give her! One time I let her just do it and she cut my wig into a fuck ass bobâŚsheâs lucky Iâm pretty enough to pull that shit off.
âSee good as new baby!â Vi exclaims as sheâs very proud of herself. âAll you did was gel it backâŚâ
âCan I have a win please?â She pouts and I just kiss her
âThere a winâ I giggle as I move onto the couch next to her.
Vi pulls me onto her lap and we cut on any random movie, itâs background noise as we talk.
âYou think Iâm a pushover?â She whispers, âhonestly you can be, but it comes out of love!â
âYay Iâm an loving pushover.â She snorts but I know she was kinda hurt. âIâm saying you do all you do for people because you love them, but you gotta do more for yourself Vi.â Her fingers interlock into mine and squeeze.
I turn to face her, âlike if you want something you should just go for it.â
âYeah?â
âYeahâ I whisper as I lean in and meet her lips.
Quickly she shoved her tongue into my mouth. Sheâs always been a desperate kisser. Her hands leave mine so she can cup my face. I slow down the kiss by sucking her tongue then biting it, causing a whimper to come from her mouth.
We move to her bedroom in the process knocking down furniture. We laugh against each other as she pushes me onto the bed. Weâre quick to take each others clothes off.
Sloppily she trails kisses down my body causing a mixture of giggles and moans. She doesnât even take my panties off just kissing through it till itâs wet enough. âVi you have to move them.â I laugh as she mumbles that she doesnât.
I try to pull them down so she bites my finger and I laugh. She sucks my clit through the cloth but pulls it aside a little to get three fingers in there. My back arches and I reach for her hair, âstill sensitive?â
âFuck youâ I whine
âYou will, be patientâ she laughs into my cunt.
My whines turns to moans as she moves my panties further so she can flatten her tongue against my pussy.
âYou taste so good, just for meâ she says as she looks up at me. âJust for you.â I moan as I grip her hair and push her in further causing her nose to nuzzle into my clit.
âFuck!â I repeat as I feel myself orgasm as she continues to thrust her fingers into me. I pull her head away and stare into her fuzzy eyes. âCâmereâ I say shakily and she crawls over to me to kiss me.
I wrap my legs around her so I can flip us over. I donât break the kiss as I place my cunt on top of hers. She moans in my mouth as I slowly grind.
Wanting to get a better rhythm I pull away so I can press my weight down on her.
She reaches for my tits to squeeze them and I moan feeling her coarse fingers pinch my nipples.
Her moans intensify as I move one of my hands from her shoulders to her neck. VIâs eyes are half lidded and have nothing behind them. I sďżźqueeze till her moans are breathy and broken.
âYou sound so beautiful baby.â I whisper and I feel a sense a satisfaction knowing she canât respond.
I know sheâs close as her moans get high pitched. My hips stutter as I reach my peak too and I fall into her as we cum in unison.
Vi holds me as I release my grip on her neck and move it to rub her face. âIs this a good time to ask you out?â I laugh after catching my breath.
âItâs the perfect timeâ She laughs shakily, âjust promise me youâll talk to me please.â
âI promise, I want to be better for us.â I say rolling over so I can look at her. âYou have to promise to stop trying save everyone including me.â
âI promiseâ she whisper as she gives me her pinky.
As our fingers interlocked and our foreheads touched I knew Iâve found the love of my life.
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A/N: omggg this took me forever!! I hope this doesnât feel rushed but I knew I wouldnât write a third part of this cause Iâm not gonna do miscommunication and I feel like the problem wasnât them as a couple but them as people (more so reader lol); I love how this isnât really about their sports at all lol. I hope you like it @lemon-criminal !!
Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven
(Dividers- @dollywons)
#dazeduties#dividers by dollywons#black! reader#sapphic smut#vi x reader#visdoilie#hockey! vi#college! vi#vi x black reader#vi x reader smutďżź#vi would have the softest high pitch moans#ice skater! reader#college au#scared femme writes#black femme#reader is such a hard ass but such a baby at the same time
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canât deny those curls - insta
note: first post for the new revamped (new plot) for dad!luke auđĽ°
summary: snarky insta post made by rosey (reader) saying between Lukeâs head of curls and their little oneâs curls there is no denying she is his child
warnings: suggestive topic brought up, bullying towards rosey, rude towards child, Luke being defensive,
rosey_yn has posted for the first time in a while!
rosey_yn 3m ago
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rosey_yn: take a good look at my manâs head of curls���then look at OUR baby girlâs curls and try to tell me he isnât HER daddy.
tagged: lhughes_06
edwards.73: baby hughes
njdevils: our favorite devil! emersyn of course, not the dad or her uncle.
âŞď¸ rosey_yn: sheâs definitely the biggest devils fan.
jackhughes: idk how you tame Emâs hair in a little under a year but Luke canât in 21.
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âŞď¸ rosey_yn: well, you see it is our lukey youâre talking about after all
dylanduke25: when am i going to get to see my niece again
âŞď¸ lucafantilli: we already know emmy is yours and Lukeâs we lived through the conception let us see her
âŞď¸curtislazar95: emmy is the only confirmation that rusty is not a virgin.
âŞď¸dylanduke25: can give plenty of firm confirmation that he in fact was not waaaay before pre-knowledge of emmy.
âŞď¸_quinnhughes: dukers, fantilli my mother can see this and i now have to bleach my eyes for seeing this about my baby brother and rosey
roseymorelikehoesy: lmfao if dark hair and curls makes luke her daddy, guess that makes luke my daddy too lhughes_06 daddy you left for milk so long ago :(
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roseyposey_43: you and Luke make the perfect parents and the most precious child! emersyn is by far the cutest hughes - the long lived debate is officially over
âŞď¸ lukeypookie: IF that baby IS Lukeâs and y/nâs. she definitely didnât get any of her looks from y/n. she is spitting image of a hughes and not a single mark of disgusting is to be seen.
âŞď¸ hughesurdaddy43x2: only flaw she might have is her mother and that she canât choose
lhughes_06: Everyone who has something rude, disgusting, or questioning to say about my girlfriend can leave her and her account alone. She is the mother of our daughter, Emersyn. Yes our daughter. There is no doubt that the perfect little girl is mine. Both of them mean more to me than I could ever possibly try to put into words. Seeing people who are supposedly supporters of myself, my team and my brothers make awful comments about my little family is frustrating and hurtful. So please stop and if you canât stop, remove yourself from the equation. You control what you see and interact with on the internet. Simply ignore the things you dislike.
Thank you. - LH
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#dad!luke#nj devils au#Luke x Rosey x Emersyn#luke hughes x yn#luke hughes x reader#Luke Hughes x baby#luke hughes insta edit#luke hughes au#hockey#nhl#Quinn Hughes#Jack Hughes#cay writes#nhl writing#nhl au#hughes brothers#new jersey devils#luke hughes#-> timeless#luke hughes fic#luke hughes fanfiction#luke hughes x oc#luke hughes fluff#Luke Hughes smau
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i think i just died dead đđđđđ
HES SO DAD ARE YPU SERIOUS?!?!
#someone write a fic#hurry!!!!#baby fever#nico hischier x y/n#nico hischier insta edit#nico hischier x you#nico hischier fic#nico hischier au#nico hischier x reader#nico hischier blurb#nico hischer imagine#nico hischier imagine#nico hischier#nico hischer x reader#nhl imagine#nhl fic#hockey#nhl oneshot#adam fantilli#nhl#nhl fanfiction#hockey fic
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total drama moment (4/8)
#total drama#noco family au#Package Deal (Noah's Day Off)#total drama noco#total drama noah#total drama cody#total drama raj#total drama wayne#I am so sorry#but then again they ARE babies in this au#and these ARE the same two mfs who both casually admit to taking shits in the outhouse CONFESSIONAL#lil rant about that idk where else I wanna put this but#I really hate that its implied that in tdi23 that the only toilets the contestants were allowed to use were the fucken confessional#like several characters mention it not just Wayne and raj#that was just the first ones that made me have this retched thought in the first place#cuz like#the communal washrooms were RIGHT THERE#like the whole time#and they were really like: nah#lets watch em ave a SHIT#like they had OPTIONS#and they willingly chose the wrong one#like with other seasons like World Tour and Pahkitew Island this implications make SENSE#like the confessional is pretty much the ONLY choice of a toilet they can use in the conditions they're in#but yeah nah fuck all that for this season lol#like as soon as the hockey bros arrived on the island they were like#yeah sometimes me and my buddy like to go to the confessional outhouse so we can take a shit while staring directly into the live camera#just to feel something yknow?
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vivi's blurb game masterlist
here lies every blurb that has been made while we played the blurb game created by @queenimmadolla <3
mafia!eddie, thong, smut
modern!eddie, drunk, smut
cowboy!eddie, buckle bunnies, fluff
modern!eddie, cartoons, fluff
mafia!eddie, "you don't want to have kids?", angst
hockey!eddie, surprising on the road, fluff
older!eddie, hearing the girls swear for the first time, fluff
janitor!eddie, ultrasound, fluff
cowboy!eddie, "i don't need your help", fluff
mafia!eddie, pool, fluff
rockstar!eddie, rehab, angst
mafia!eddie, matching pajamas, fluff
bouncer!eddie, first "i love you", fluff
hockey!eddie, surgery, fluff
janitor!eddie, "yeah, i thought you'd like that", smut
boxer!eddie, playful fighting, fluff
dom!eddie, "i'm not in the mood", fluff
bouncer!eddie, "say that again", angst
cowboy!eddie, sweet, fluff
mafia!eddie, orange theory, fluff
janitor!eddie, embarrassment, smut
older!dilf!eddie, stars, fluff
rockstar!eddie, sick, fluff
modern!eddie, hair rollers, fluff
older!eddie, "stop", angst
janitor!eddie, guitar, fluff
mafia!edde, hurt, angst
rockstar!eddie, jealousy, angst
boxer!eddie, amusement park, fluff
janitor!eddie, cotton candy, fluff
bouncer!eddie, bite, fluff
older!eddie, "baby", fluff
mafia!eddie, "gentle", smut
rockstar!eddie, lowe's, smut
rockstar!eddie, ceremony, fluff
janitor!eddie, rain, fluff
cowboy!eddie, peaches, smut
boxer!eddie, tears, angst
rockstar!eddie, birthday, fluff
modern!eddie, sweet, fluff
boxer!eddie, substance, angst
modern!eddie, "sorry", angst
hockey!eddie, books, fluff
mafia!eddie, whiskey, angst
rockstar!eddie, joke, angst
rockstar!eddie, fourth of july, fluff
janitor!eddie, pearls, fluff
mafia!eddie, oral fixation, smut
cowboy!eddie, reverse cowgirl, smut
older!dilf!eddie, bonding, fluff
janitor!eddie, flowers, fluff
mafia!eddie, spanking, smut
rockstar!eddie, breeding kink, smut
dom!eddie, spanking, smut
cowboy!eddie, spanking, smut
cowboy!eddie, makeup, angst to fluff
older!eddie, thong, smut
rockstar!eddie, paparazzi, angsty/fluff
modern!eddie, pregnancy scare, angst
mafia!eddie, pussy spanking, smut
modern!eddie, weed, smut
cowboy!eddie, jealous, angst
modern!eddie, hangover, fluff
cowboy!eddie, bar, fluff
rockstar!eddie, jealous bathroom, smut
rockstar!eddie, pool, fluff
rockstar!eddie, first holiday, fluff
dom!eddie, post-fight, smut
modern!eddie, only fans, smut
cowboy!eddie, picnic, fluff
mafia!eddie, pregnant, fluff
cowboy!eddie, sex, fluff
modern!steddie, target run, fluff
modern!steddie, movies, fluff
mafia!eddie, pregnancy, fluff
dom!eddie, tired, fluff
older!dilf!eddie, silent, angst
rockstar!eddie, father's day, fluff
cowboy!eddie, ice cram, smut
mafia!eddie, treat, fluff
#oneforthemunny#munnytalks#vivisblurbgame#rockstar!eddie munson#cowboy!eddie munson#mafia!eddie munson#older!dilf!eddie munson#modern!eddie munson#janitor!eddie munson#eddie munson au#dom!eddie munson#bouncer!eddie munson x bartender!reader#boxer!eddie munson x fem!reader#hockey!eddie munson#hockey!eddie munson x reader#hockey!eddie#bouncer!eddie munson moodboard#bouncer!eddie munson#bouncer!eddie#boxer!eddie munson x reader#boxer!eddie munson#boxer!eddie#rockstar!eddie x reader#rockstar!eddie munson x nepo baby!reader#rockstar!eddie munson smut#cowboy!eddie munson moodboard#cowboy!eddie munson x reader#cowboy!eddie#mafia!eddie munson x reader#mafia!eddie x reader
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Hockey player au! Simon "Ghost" Riley headcanons. Based on the NHL
Note: suggestive of ghoap and ghoap x reader (she/her used)
Goalie. Starter. Tall, large, and most importantly: weird. Goalies are always weird, idk they just are, it's what happens when you spend half the game hanging out alone I guess
The best part of goalie Ghost is his flexibility. Have you seen how flexible goalies are? These huge, muscular men can do the splits. It's very important to me that you consider flexible Ghost, thank you.
His mask is black and white, matches his tattoos. He's the unshakable goalie, not flashy, never frustrated. Just a brick fuckin wall. If he sees it, he's going to stop it. You cannot snipe on him and score. Also his rebound control is unreal, no second chances.
He never retaliates against opposing players fucking with him because no one fucks with him due to:
His death glare, it's enough to make any and every enforcer or net nuisance shake in his skates
The Incident in the minors where he sent a guy to the hospital with a jab from his blocker and almost got kicked out of the league and banned from the NHL
On the off chance that something untoward does happen on accident, someone else will do that for him. The bond between a goalie and his defensemen cannot be understated. Ok fine. Soap. He's the defenseman, there's the spoiler.
Very superstitious, has his routines and does not deviate. Doesn't ever take his mask off on the ice, except when it breaks. Doesn't even pull it up to squirt water on his face or drink.
The loyalty that his skaters have towards him and vice versa is off the charts. Even if the media and fans don't see it, it's there. Usually guys don't speak poorly of their goalies, but this is on another level. Ferda.
Speaking of, social media people can never catch him. Like seriously where does this guy even walk in the building?? Where does he go during intermission?? Surely he practices at some point right?? He won the Veznia trophy (voted best goalie) and straight up did not show up to the ceremony.
He will go to the children's hospital to do visits with the team and the kids are either terrified or love him. Picturing him giving out the little teddy bears đ
Caught covid despite his vigilant PPE usage (hockey locker rooms are cesspools like ew), got really sick, and developed myocarditis; ie almost died multiple times, recovered insanely fast and then just showed back up to practice one day at 100% like "put me in coach". No one outside of the trainers and locker room even knew why he was gone to begin with. Wild stuff.
Hockey players tend to tack on an '-y' or sometimes '-er' to a name for funsies but no one gets to call him 'Ghosty'. (Maybe Soap can call him that in private, as a treat đĽş)
Hockey hair status: he shaves his head boooo (not that you'd even be able to tell really with his mask and use of hats and hoods). Won't even grow out facial hair during the playoffs. Maybe if he did then he'd have a cup. Smh.
Roster pic: the meanest mug you've ever seen on a guy
Mic'd up status: everyone thinks he's unmic-able, however he's secretly telling jokes to himself when the puck is in the other zone. But no one needs to know that.
WAG status: if he had one we would never know... Right? He's always in the background of photos that Soap's girlfriend takes and posts of her and Soap? Much speculation.
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I do NOT consent for my works, part of my works, or my ideas to be used for ANY form of AI.
Note: WAG stands for wife and girlfriend or the plural, used to refer to sports guys significant others. Yes it is heteronormative.
A/N: I'll never actually write fics for this, but I have headcanons. I know a moderate amount about hockey and next to nothing about cod so apologies. Completely unserious. Just some silly little thoughts :) plus letterkenny reference!
Edit for typo
More hockey au: Soap | Gaz | Price
#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#purposely suggestive of:#ghoap#ghoap x reader#my writing#hockey au#whats up 1am posting is back baby#1am posting is in fact not good!
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inertia - an object in motion f1 au | 22.7k words | 22.7k words total | 1/14 chapters
Jack hears the question this time: âSo who do you think your biggest rival for the title might be, then?â Nico clears his throat. âWell, if I'm fighting for the title this season, then it's probably against Hughes.â
good. morning (it is 1 am). fun story: i set out on a mission to write a long oneshot (loose word count goal of 70k) then that very quickly blew up in my face after the fic decided to grow legs and run away, so now i have a projected-14 chapter fic on my hands and a gdoc with nearly 80k words on it at race 6 of 24. so that's great.
that aside, this is the au i've been working for the past like month and i see no escape in the near future so i hope you like it! once upon a time i was in the f1 rpf fandom and now i am making that your problem. with the power of. thousands upon thousands of words of jacknico. good lord
#jacknico#nicojack#1386#1386 fic#jacknico fic#nicojack fic#hockey rpf#i have made about 17 typos already trying to do these tags i think i'm losing my mind#i love this fic dearly it's my baby but also it might end me#between the behemoth word count and my html-related decisions. it is so over#i do this for fun#apparently#f1 au#formula 1 au#hrpf#fic rec#hrpf fic
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LILY EVANS BUT MODERN AU YIPPIE, I gave up at the end so she kinda looks weird but wooohoooo
BONUS: Jamesâ reaction to the image above
#Iâm thinking popular book YouTuber#Remus occasionally comes onto her channel and the comment section goes wild#Remus is a barista#James is a hockey player btw#Sirius is a nepo baby and a model#James wears bright red short shorts#Peter is also a YouTuber but like a video essay YouTuber#Lily isnât supposed to look like that but she doesnât look bad#please donât point out the flaws in it I will cry /hj#click on them for better quality I think?? idk quality looks bad for me#screw jkr#marauders#marauders era#jily#Lily evans#james x lily#modern au#marauders modern au#marauders fanart#platonic moonflower#lily evans fanart#fanart#flowerpott#peter pettigrew#Sirius black#Remus Lupin#marauders art#the marauders#goosejamâs art
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Number 19 for the prompt thing. The parents meeting because of their kids. Iâm kinda imagining Korkie being like a tutor/school reading buddy for the twins or something but you can just ignore that if it doesnât match your thoughts on it.
hello!! i thought back as much as i could, and i don't think i actually did this prompt the first time around a couple of years ago, so there's nothing to link to save for the prompt list!
i stuck with korkie as obi-wan's kid and the twins as anakin's, but made the kids the same age and then took...a few more liberties with the prompt haha
(19. parents meeting while taking their kids to class) (sort of)
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âLeia, baby, why do you always decide to get into fights at school when itâs my week with you?â Anakin asks the steering wheel as he buckles himself in and turns over the engine. âTheyâre going to start thinking Iâm raising a truant. Then theyâre going to start asking about your home life, then theyâre going to bring in experts to ask me more questions, then PadmĂŠâs parents are going to throw their considerable legal weight around and get my partial custody revoked and then where will we be? Is that what you want? To only see me on your birthday and Christmas?â
Anakin pauses and reconsiders. Knowing his daughter, she may very well only want to see him for birthdays and Christmases. It would mean double the presents.
Thankfully the silence of the car doesnât offer much in the way of constructive critique.
At a red light, he puts his head down on the steering wheel for a long enough moment that the car behind him honks when the light changes to green.
âTheyâre going to stop letting me leave work to come get you,â Anakin mutters a few minutes later as he turns the car into the schoolâs parking lot. âI have a partner meeting in thirty minutes that I really canât miss, baby. Canât you at least schedule your schoolyard fights around my calendar?â
Itâs all rather pointless, but it feels good to grumble and bitch in the time it takes him to leave his office and arrive at the school, before he has to put on his adult face and demeanor to sit through another round of Weâre Worried Your Five Year Old Is Too Violent As She Seems To View The Monkey Bars As Sacrificial Zones.
âMaybe sheâd like hockey,â he says under his breath as he grabs his jacket from the other seat and swings it over his suit. Itâs fucking freezing already, not even December. Itâs indecent, thatâs what it is. Surely a place as cold as this has a peewee hockey team in need of another angry little girl.
âThank you,â he says when a woman holds the door open for him on her way out the building.
Heâs stil sort of freaked out that the elementary school his children are going to is fancy enough to have an entrance hallway with a chandelier hanging from the ceilingk, but itâs not him thatâs paying for their private school education that doesnât offer discounts for all the collective hours theyâll spend napping on the floors.
To the immediate left of the door is the receptionistâs deskâbehind her, the nurseâs room. Heâs quite familiar with both. Mrs. Whitsdale even waves when she sees him, which means, unfortunately, sheâs just made the shortlist of people Anakin needs to make Christmas cookies for. She joins the ranks of everyone else thatâs been made to deal with his son and daughter in the tumultuous year after the divorce.
âHi, maâam,â he says dutifully, sticking his head into the receptionist area. âDo I need to sign in or can I just go up?â
She waves him away. âIâve already got you, sweetheart. Youâre late anyway, theyâre waiting for you upstairs.â
âYouâre a miracle amongst men,â he calls out as he turns instead to the right of the door and up the old staircase that leads to the principalâs office. This is also a route he is incredibly familiar with.
How can he be late? He practically flew here on light feet and broken speed limits. Itâs enough to take his mood from bad to worse, which isnât optimal for a meeting with the principal of the school when itâs his kid who caused the fight. Anakinâs role is to nonconfrontational, contrite to the point of grovelingâbecause he knows his daughter wonât.Â
Thatâs already hard enough when heâs feeling normal. Itâs practically impossible when heâs feeling foul.
But PadmĂŠ did always say Leia got her stubbornness and temper from Anakin.
Anakinâs always said Leia never really had a chance considering who her parents are.Â
After all, someone threw a hairdryer at the hotel mirror before they got divorced and it wasnât Anakin. But heâs not stupid enough to even think that when PadmĂŠâs around.
The big oak door at the end of the hallway on the second floor is elaborate, looks heavy, and stays closed. He knows that this is the headmasterâs office, but heâs never seen the guy around. He doesnât even know what the guy does. Whatâs a headmaster of an elementary school doing every day?Â
Itâs an elementary school.
But, again. Anakinâs not paying for all this pomp and circumstance.
He takes another right instead, down the corridor in the opposite direction to the principalâs office. The doorâs left ajar, and Anakin knocks politely before entering at the call to.
A couple of things bring him up short as soon as he steps into the room. For one thing, itâs not Principal Cinoff behind the desk, but a stranger who has the remnants of a three-piece suit on, jacket hanging neatly on a coat rack in the corner of the room. His vest is a deep red that should do nothing but drain his complexionâall pasty white skin, freckled and sun-starved, paired with his reddish hair and beard. It doesnât, which is unfair to the point of duplicity. Orâsomething.
The way heâs sitting at the desk, hands spread wide on the wood and shoulders back, leaves no doubt in Anakinâs mind that the stranger is in a position of power here at the school. And probably in, like. Life. He looks like the kind of guy who gets his groceries on discount even without providing a loyalty card. He also looks like the kind of guy the system bends to accommodate. As a lawyer, Anakin is offended and deeply disturbed. Thatâs why his stomach does two or three flips in quick succession when they make eye contact.
The strangerâs eyes are cool and focused as they run over Anakin, and he gives him a perfunctory incline of his head. At least his eyes are warmer when they fall to the kids in front of him.Â
And thatâs the other thing that shocks him.
The amount of children in front of the desk. One pouting ginger kid off to the side, arms crossed and staring down at his light-up sneakers.
And then two very familiar heads of hair on the other side.Â
âLuke?â He asks before he can stop himself, surprise dripping from his tone. âWhat are you doing here?â
At this rate, heâs going to give his daughter a complex, he knows it.
But Luke has never been in trouble before. Sure, theyâre only five, and itâs only been three months of school, but in that time, Anakinâs been called down here six times to deal with Leia-related emergencies. Heâs always imagined that meanwhile, Luke was in his classroom, chewing on crayons or diligently helping the teacher pass out homework assignments.
The stand-in principal coughs slightly and rises. âAh, Mr. Skywalker-Amidala. Thank you for being able to join us today.â
Anakin scowls automatically before schooling his face into something far more diplomatic and pleasant when his children whirl around in their seats to look at him. The last thing he needs is for his children to think they can sneer at authority figures, given that heâs one of their main authority figures.Â
Luke leaves his chair to hug onto his leg, pressing his small face into the fabric of his pants, presumably seeking comfort and also to wipe his face dry of tears and snot.
Anakin puts a hand on his head and strokes through his hair, darting a curious glance at Leia, who has turned around to glare forward again, arms crossed over her chest.
âItâs just Skywalker, actually,â he tells the stranger. âAmidala is their mother.â
The manâs eyebrow goes up and he picks up a pen to make a note on the papers before him. An actual note. Regarding Anakinâs divorce. âAh, apologies then,â he says. âOur contact list notes you as the father, Skywalker-Amidala, and their mother as Amidala-Organa.â
Anakin squints, trying to decide if the stranger is just trying to correct a clerical error in the schoolâs records or fishing for gossip. He gives him the benefit of the doubt. âAmidala is their mother, recently remarried to Organa. Organas. And sheâs always been better at remembering to file paperwork than I am.â
The stranger keeps his face admirably placid. âAh,â he says. âWell, Mr. Skywalker. Should we begin?â
âUh,â he says. âWhat about the other parent?â
The stranger blinks at him, both eyebrows raised. âIâm a widower.â
âUh,â he says. âI meantâŚâ he gestures at the other child, the surly looking ginger kid.
âIâm afraid it will just be us, Mr. Skywalker,â the stranger says. âPlease, sit.â
Anakin sits, and Luke is quick to scramble up into his lap with a very plaintative, âI didnât really mean to.â
âSo at recess today, the children were playing on the swings,â the stranger who must be the principal for the day says. âAndââ
âSorry,â Anakin interrupts. âCan I get your name please? I was expecting Principal Cinoff.â
The man pauses. âSheri has been put on sudden maternity-leave a few months early,â he says. âFor the next couple of weeks, Iâll be dual-hatting as both principal and headmaster while we continue to search for a temporary replacement.â He raises an eyebrow at Anakin. Anakin really doesnât appreciate that. âThis was in an email the school sent out to all the parents recently.â
âYes, well,â Anakin says. âI get a lot of emails.â
The man looks unimpressed. âI encourage you to prioritize the communications from your childrenâs learning institute.â
Anakin bristles. What a dick. Who the fuck says learning institute?
âIâm sorry, whatâs your name?â he asks in his best unimpressed voice.
âObi-Wan Kenobi,â the manâs unimpressed voice is ten times more chilling than Anakinâs, which is also not fair. âPlease, call me Dr. Kenobi.â Anakin scowls. âI appreciate the fact that you feel as though you can cover the extremely busy roles of both headmaster and principal of an elementary school, but I would really rather wait until the other parent gets here so we can most productively discuss the altercation, Mr. Kenobi.â
âPlease, Mr. Skywalker,â Kenobi says. âLeave the litigation to the court rooms, weââ
âItâs Esquire, actually.â
Kenobiâs face grows very pinched around the mouth and eyebrows. Anakin feels a vicious thrill course through him even as his stomach flips again.
âI suppose I should have made it clearer at the beginning of this session,â Kenobi says, tone dripping in you idiot. âThis is my son, Korkie.â
Anakinâs mouth falls open. His immediate thought is, of course, Korkie Kenobi? And he thought Luke and Leia were too cutesy for twin names.
âKorkie is a family name,â Kenobi adds rather dryly. âMy late wifeâs grandfatherâs.â
Anakin doubts thatâs even true. He bets itâs not actually, that Kenobi just plays the dead wife card to get out of judgemental questions about his naming abilities.
But then another, worse thought occurs to Anakin. âWait a second, you canât be the parent and the principal!â
âI assure you, I am impartial.â
âLike helâheck you are!â Anakin straightens in his seat and Luke lets out a grumble, clinging tightly to his front. âI demand a different authority.â âNo,â Kenobi says firmly, as if the matter is at rest. This, of course, is absolutely infuriating.
âItâs unfair bias and I will not see either of my children punished in a tyrannical and self-serving institutionââ
Kenobi pinches at the bridge of his nose. âMr. Skywalker, unless you would like to have me call Mrs. Cinoff away from her pre-mature baby, I am the best option this school has. Please. Settle down.â
âDad,â Leia says, âI donât want to miss reading time.â
Anakin breathes out in disgust. Shitty, overpriced private school. This sort of thing would never happen at a publicly funded school.
âThe fact of the matter is that Luke pushed Korkie off the swings,â Kenobi says with a stern look at both Luke and Anakin. He holds up his hand when Anakin opens his mouth. âAn incident that many were witness to. And before you make an accusation, there were many witnesses who were not on the schoolâs payroll, Mr. Skywalker.â
Anakin closes his mouth sullenly.
âKorkie could have been very hurt, Luke,â Kenobi says, clasping his hands in front of him and looking down at Anakinâs son. âHe was swinging pretty fast when you pushed him, and he could have broken his ankle in the fall.â
Lukeâs bottom lip trembles. âI didnât want to hurt him,â he mumbles, turning his face back into Anakinâs sleeve. âHe was being mean. I just wanted him to stop.â âI wasnât!â Korkie cries, sitting straight in his chair for the first time since Anakinâs arrived. âI wasnât being mean, dad!â âYou said Leiaâs hair looks like cinnamon buns on her head!â Luke shouts back, pushing away from Anakinâs arms to glare at the other boy.Â
Anakin winces. When itâs PadmĂŠâs turn with the kids, Leia always turns up to school with elaborately braided hair, twisted on top of her head in elegant formations that look effortlessly pretty. He knows thatâs not PadmĂŠâs work, but he also canât figure out if Breha or Bail is responsible. Itâs not something he wants to ask.
The fanciest Anakin can do, after all, is two buns on either side of Leiaâs head.Â
That do, truth be told, look rather like cinnamon rolls.
âAh,â Kenobi says. âI believe I understand the miscommunication here. Korkie, would you like to tell the Skywalkers what you meant when you told Luke that Leiaâs hair looked like cinnamon buns?â
If possible, the kid turns even more red, blushing furiously. âI really like cinnamon buns,â he mutters, crossing his arms tighter. âTheyâre my favorite.â
âHeâs started asking for them for breakfast several times a week,â Kenobi tells Anakin with a smile lingering around his lips. âIâve been wondering why.â
Anakin isnât sure he likes the explanation. Sure, Korkie can have whatever sort of crush on his daughter that he wants to have, but likening her hair to cinnamon buns isnât very kind, and heâs pretty sure that if someone else was the judge in this trial, they wouldnât be so quick to justify the other boyâs words.
Luke seems to agree with him. âYour hair looks like carrots,â he snaps, crossing his arms.
Because Anakin is an intelligent adult who understands that making enemies with the headmasterâs son isnât the best move, he adds on the Skywalker familyâs behalf, âLuke loves carrots.â
Luke, in fact, hates carrots.Â
âThere is still the matter of Luke pushing Korkie off the swing,â Kenobi says, eyebrows raised like he understands exactly whatâs going unsaid here. âWe do not encourage physical violence of any sort here, and it was dangerous. Korkie could have been hurt much more badly than a scraped knee.â
The words are very serious and grave, and Luke wilts under the headmaster-principal-fatherâs disappointed stare. Anakin bristles.
âWell, itâs his first infraction,â he says. âAnd he was sticking up for his sister. I think thatâs fair. He wonât do it again.â
âHm,â Kenobi says, pushing papers aside and pulling out a glossy leaflet. âNow, I cannot force you to consider this, but I noticed that neither Luke nor Leia are currently enrolled in any of our extracurriculars.â
âTheyâre five.â
âWe have many on offer at Jedi Prepatory School,â Kenobi continues as if Anakin hasnât said anything. âAnd I wanted to highlight our peewee hockey league. I think both Leia and Luke would enjoy the rigorous schedule, and they mayâŚbenefit from theâŚstructure it offers. And team activity.â
Anakin glowers. He can read between the lines. Kenobiâs just called his parenting style structureless and lazy. It makes him want to grab the pamphlet and rip it to shreds in front of him. âI would have to talk about it with their mother,â he says stiffly instead.
âOf course,â Kenobi says cheerfully. âWhen you do, please give Bail and Breha my well-wishes as well. Itâs been far too long since Iâve had the time to see them, given how exhastingly busy it is to be the headmaster and principal of an elementary school.â
âRight,â Anakin grits out. âYeah. Iâll let my ex-wifeâs new partners know.â
Kenobiâs smile is all teeth. âI look forward to seeing you in the rink, Mr. Skywalker Esquire. My son plays on the team.â
Anakin wonders if thereâs another peewee hockey team he can have his kids join. Just so they can beat Jedi Prepatory school and then laugh in Korkie and Dr. Kenobiâs faces.
Yeah. That sounds really nice.
Heâll look when he gets back to work.
This takes priority.
#asks#prompt fill#obikin#i actually love writing aus where they're assholes to each other from the start and also insane about the other#anakin definitely finds a different peewee (baby hockey) team for teh twins#and makes sure he can make it to their every game#especially those against jedi prep#so he can spend the entire time sniping at kenobi#this time with gloves off because their kids can't hear them from the ice#rude and mean and barbed enough that all the other parents throw kenobi startled looks#and given them a wide berth#they hate each other they're flirting like mad they sneak away from the school cupcake sale to fuck in the computer lab#anakin has never been more involved in his twins' kindergarten education#neither has dr kenobi
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Happy Motherâs Day
This is a part of Hockey Babies au
Iâm trying to come up with a tag to put all stuff Nico, mom and Noelle. If you have any ideas let me know! (Also p.s a fic is coming out soon about this family and then another player player will be added soon!! âşď¸
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nicohischier: Happy Motherâs Day to the woman who changed my life for the better. I thought I was the happiest a man can be but along came my schĂśnes Mädchen and made me a better man and partner as well as giving me a the most beautiful daughter.
I love you @y/nusername and I will for as long as you let me.
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âł nicohischier: back of she has a man
âł y/nusername: I donât see a ring on that finger
nicolelaud: lol she got you there @/nicohischier
nicolelaud: @y/nusername Happy Motherâs Day babes. Hope you and Nell are doing well.
âł y/nusername: She slept the whole night last night!!!!
jackhughes: I totally know y/nusername was pregnant in the first pic.
âł y/nusername: liar. I was barely a month and Nico and I had just recently found out.
âł Jackhughes: your boobs looked juicer and your hips were rounder.
âł naterbastian: dude you canât just say shit like that.
âł nicohischier: Your feet are going to fall of during morning skate tomorrow when Iâm done with you.
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y/nusername: seriously, though. None of this would have been possible without you. Iâm so lucky to have you as a partner and as the father of my child. So if you think Iâm glowing in those pictures itâs because of you. @/nicohischier â¤ď¸ đ
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âł y/nusername: nobody make any sudden movements or we might frighten the elusive John Marino.
yourmom: my baby has her own baby now. Itâs overwhelming, I think I might cry.
âł y/nusername: Mom, you went to breakfast with me and Noelle this morning. Youâre staying in the guest bedroom in my apartment.
âł yourmom: I just miss little Nell.
âł y/nusername: youâre literally holding her right now as I make dinner!
ninahischer: just one more week until you guys come to Switzerland! The family is going to fall in love with her immediately
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Hockey!James Potter x Lupin!Reader â 847 words | thank you to @pizzaapeteer & @moonpascal for reading! youâre both angels <3
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The sharp scrape of skates cutting through the ice and the booming commands of the coach blend with the hollers and laughter of the players. Itâs chaotic, but years of attending practice has taught you to tune it out, your sole focus on your psychology homework. Well it should be, instead your eyes keep drifting up to number sevenâJames Potter, your brotherâs best friend.
Theyâre just warming up, and yet you canât seem to pull your eyes away from him.
Watching James on the ice was nothing short of mesmerizing. It baffled you how he managed to track the puck so effortlessly, his movements sharp and preciseâhe was almost as fast as the damn thing. Youâd never admit it to anyone, but during games, you could hardly take your eyes off of him. The way he raked his fingers through his damp curls, his chest rising and falling as he hauled himself onto the benchâit was addicting. And the fights. Seeing James Potter rough and unyielding stirred something in you that you didnât want to analyze. Every time he ended up in the penalty box, his chest still heaving, curses tumbling from his lips, you found yourself shifting in your seat, heat creeping up your neck.Â
With a reluctant sigh, you tear your gaze away, knowing full well that if you didnât stop, James would catch youâand youâd never hear the end of it.
With your legs propped up, feet resting on the chair in front of you, you highlight your psychology textbook, trying to focus. You're falling behind, and you can't help but feel that your lingering gaze on James isn't exactly helping.
Just as youâre getting into the flow, a sharp thwack against the clear barrier jolts you from your thoughts. You glance up to find your brotherâs best friend standing on the other side, his stick in hand as he taps it against the barrier. Sitting so close to the rink, heâs only a few feet away, his presence impossible to ignore. You know he should be warming up with the rest of the team, but like clockwork, every practice, he manages to find you first.
âI missed you last Wednesday.â James calls out, flashing you that familiar, irresistible grinâthe one that always seems to dare you to react. As usual, you send him an indifferent glance. Itâs a game the two of you have been playing since the day you met four years ago: James flirts with shameless persistence, and you brush him off like itâs nothing. But deep down, you canât help the secret thrill that warms your chest every time he tries.Â
âI had somewhere to be.â Your tone is disinterested, but there's an undeniable tug in your stomach at the thought of him being disappointed by your absence.
âIf you tell me you went on a date, youâll break my heart.â He says it with that trademark cocky grin, running a hand through his damp hair and for a moment, you catch yourself staringâfighting the thought of how effortlessly good he looks and how badly you want to tug on those curls.
You didnât have a date, and you werenât at practice because you had to study for an exam. But youâre not about to admit that the real reason you havenât been productive with your studying these past couple of months is because youâve been too busy watching him play.
âNot like you donât have a shortage of girls to comfort you.â You glance back down at your textbook, willing yourself to focusâlooks like tonight will be spent finishing this up, after all.
âI canât believe you think Iâd want any other girl besides you, angel.â Your stomach flips, and your eyes snap to James, surprised by the sudden rush of heat. You quickly clear your throat, but heâs already grinning, clearly pleased with the faint flush heâs managed to pull from you. Thereâs my girl, he thinks, the smug satisfaction evident in his gaze.
âPotter!â Coach calls sharply, and your gaze flicks over to the displeased figure standing on the other side of the rink, eyes fixed firmly on James. âGet your ass back on the ice!â Â
James doesnât move, his eyes still locked on you. You raise an eyebrow, pointing your pink highlighter towards the ice. âDonât you have somewhere to be?â Â
âPromise youâll wait to talk to me after?â Â
You roll your eyes, struggling to suppress the tug at the corner of your lips by biting down on your lower lip. âYou know Iâll be here. I have to wait for Remus anyway.â Â
âJust promise me, angel.â His tone softens, that same familiar charm slipping back into his voice. Â
You sigh, trying to fight the way your heart skips a beat. âI promise.â Â
James flashes you a wide grin before skating off, and Coach shakes his head disapprovingly, muttering something under his breath. You try to look away, but your gaze lingers on James a moment longer than you'd like, the flicker of embarrassment creeping in as you realize just how long youâve been watching him.
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Six(ish) Sentence Sunday
Thanks @blairwaldcrf and @ssmtskw for the tags! This is technically only five sentences, but there is also some wanton semicolon abuse, so I think it counts.
The thing about Alex is, heâs always ten steps ahead of himself. When faced with a problem, more often than not the solution will come to him fully formed and he has to pick up the thread and walk it backwards through the labyrinthine pathways of his brainâs logic until all the twists and turns fit together; until he understands the steps to take to get himself from point A to point B. Heâs always been this way, to the confusion of most people around him and the dismay of more than one high school math teacher begging him to show his working. The point is, he knows that what heâs looking at is how they get June home safely. He just needs to fit all the puzzle pieces together so he understands how.
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#six sentence sunday#kiwiana-writes#wip: years of dreams just can't be wrong#calling myself out with this description of Alex's brain let's be real#and also my third form maths teacher who used to DOCK MARKS if I didn't show my working#but he was an asshole of the highest order for a multitude of reasons#also I seem to have accidentally committed to the Anastasia AU being next I guess#lowkey not loving anything I write at the moment so we'll see what happens#though tbh if the kings keep playing as well as they have I'll probably end up in the hockey bf henry sequel sooner rather than later#also this is baby's first gif lol#so if it's shit don't fucking @ me I don't care
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An Uncle Trevor Night
Baby Ducky AU
singledad!Jamie. Uncle!Trevor, Nanny!reader.
Intros coming soon
Baby Ducky AU Masterlist
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You sat at the table watching Kinsley playing, waiting for Jamie or Trevor to get home. They promised one of them would be there soon, but you were getting impatient. Despite living the thrown together family as the nanny to the adorable Kinsley Jo, you still had a life outside of work. One that you were currently running late for at the moment.
âOh shoot.â Trevorâs eyes went wide when he walked through the front door of the modest place they were living in. He had completely forgot that he was supposed to take your place in watching Kinsley for the night. âIâm sorry. Jamie wonât be back for a while but Iâve got her, so you go, have fun.â
âThank you, Z. She still needs eat dinner, itâs bath night and then she needs to actually get to bed tonight.â You looked towards Trevor giving him the rundown of what still needed to be done.
âDinner, bath, bed got it.â Trevor shooed you out, reciting the list quietly to himself again so he didnât forget. â You go. Say hi to Y/bff/N I said hi.â
âItâs actually a date. But Iâll let her know next time I see herâ You ran to grab your bag from your room and dashing out the door. âBye Z, bye Kins.â
âHey kid, what are we eating for dinner tonight?â Trevor looked at the dark haired child.
âNo, Unca Mama. I not hungry.â She told him as she continued to have a little tea party with her favorite stuffed animals, Nana the banana duck that Mason had given her for her birthday and Sheldon the shrimp .
âI call bull.â Trevor threw his head back in slight frustration before sinking to her level. âWe have pizza or tacos. Or I can make you a jelly and cheese. Those are your options.â
âNo.â Kinsley crossed her arms, and stomped her foot. She adamant on getting what she wanted and if she was stubborn enough, she knew Uncle Mama would give into her demands. âI want waffles.â
âWaffles are not an option kid. In fact we donât have any.â Trevor sifted through the items in that were in the fridge, making note someone would have to make a trip to the store soon.
âNo! Miss Y/N make them.â
âWell Iâm not Miss Y/N and I donât know how to make them.â He made the decision for the child, grabbing the ingredients for to make jelly and cheese sandwiches. As he suspected she was hungry and ate every bite of the sandwich and fruit he gave her. She even tried sharing it with her stuffies.
âBath time Ducky.â Trevor went over to collect the child. He had let her continue playing for a bit while he cleaned up from dinner. Tonight was bath night
âNo.â Kinsley continued to playing with her all her stuffies that were laid out in front of her.
âKins, itâs just a bath. You like baths. You can have a pool party with your barbies or you can bring your animals in there.â
âNo!â Kinsley screamed, testing the waters once again.
âKinsley Jo, donât scream at me.â Trevor always felt bad about scolding the child. She wasnât his despite what some people might think and he felt like it wasnât his place to do so. âCome on. Itâll be fun.â
Kins just looked at her uncle this time. Instead of saying anything she just got up and ran down a hallway.
After her bath, in which he ended up getting wet as well because the child decided to pour a cup of water, Trevor could tell the hellion child was tired and would soon go to bed and he could finally have a little peace and quiet after a long day.
âLetâs get on some fuzzy pajamas on. We can read some of the new books you got front the library.â Trevor laid out the plan for her. âSound good?â He dried off Kinsley after her bath.
âNO!â She ran out into the hall again, a second kick of energy must have kicked in, this was going to be a long night for Trevor until Jamie came back.
Trevor groaned, running after the baby duck again. He managed to wrangle her in and get her ready for bed. They read five books books before the kid started yawning and snuggling close to Trevor.
âI miss daddy.â
âI know. But heâll be back by the time you wake up tomorrow. How does that sound?â The little girl nodded.
âI love you uncle Trevor.â Kinsley engulfed Trevor in a big hug.
âI love you too, baby duck.â Some days he questioned himself why he stuck around to help Jamie with Kinsley. But moments like this made it all worth it and he wouldnât have traded it for the world.
Please let me know what you think! Also if anyone has any suggestion for shenanigans for this weird family let me know!Â
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