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carter hart // lunch dates

request: 28 from the prompt list for carter hart?

28: my mom asked about you again.

word count: 1655 words

a/n: long time no see! enjoy :) (ALSO I COULD SOOOO DO A PART TWO TO THIS SO LET ME KNOW IF YOU WOULD LIKE ONE) feel free to send in any requests <3

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Carter Hart: My mom asked about you again.

You put your phone down after rereading and analyzing the text for what feels like the 50th time. 

Your brain is currently running a million miles an hour.

- - - - -

Why is he telling you this?

Why did he text you?

Why did he use a period at the end of the sentence? What could that mean?

Why is his mom talking about me?

What if it is just a lie?

Could he be lying just to get some?

You shake your head, trying to get rid of all the bad thoughts.

It doesn’t work, though. You sigh and grab the phone again. You start to type back:

Cool

Then delete it. Sounds too harsh. You try again with:

Why?

No...that won’t work. You delete it. Maybe:

Tell her I say hi.

That will do. You hit the send button, and almost immediately regret it. You didn’t need to respond to him, you tell yourself.

My thoughts of regret are interrupted by a chime.

Carter Hart: She wants to get lunch with you.

You start to laugh out loud. 

Lunch? With your ex’s mom?

You remember how sweet she was to you the only time you met her in person, and she sent you embarrassing pictures of Carter to tease him with.

You sigh and write back:

Sure, when is she in town?

- - - - -

You walk five blocks to a hot and trendy lunch spot known for its soups and salads.

The nerves are definitely kicking in.

Why does Carter’s mom want to get lunch with me?

When you arrive, you tell the hostess your name and she shows you to a cute two person table in a room filled with leafy plants as its decor. If you were here with a girlfriend of yours, you would most definitely be snapping pictures for your Instagram feed in her.

You thank the hostess as you sit down, and pick up the menu to gaze at it as you wait patiently.

The waiting only lasts five minutes. Shauna Hart walks into the restaurant and beelines over to you with the biggest smile on her face. You get up to greet her and she embraces you with a warm hug. You know the feeling of a Hart hug. It is iconic.

“How are you, dear?” She asks as you retreat back to your seat.

“I’m well, how about yourself?” You reply.

“I’m lovely. Thank you for coming with me. Have you been here before?” 

You shake your head, “No, this was actually Carter’s recommendation.”

Her smile grows when you mention his name.

Before she can say anything, the waitress comes over to introduce herself and inform us on the specials of the day including homemade chicken noodle soup! Sounds fucking good.

She leaves to let us continue our process of figuring out what we want for lunch.

After a minute of silence, Shauna speaks up, “He misses you.”

You look up from your menu, but don’t know how to respond. The fastest thing you can think of is, “That is nice of him.”

The minute the words leave your mouth, you get a little embarrassed and start to blush.

The waitress comes back to take your orders. You order a cup of the chicken noodle soup and a BLT salad with fresh avocados. Shauna orders a chicken salad sandwich, which is advertised as one of their bestsellers. 

After handing our waitress the menus, you and Shauna get into a conversation that, thankfully, ignores the elephant in the room, Carter.

The nervousness you felt early starts to disappear with time. Shauna is such a easy person to have a conversation with and makes you feel relaxed despite the odd situation the two of you are in.

Your food comes out to the two of you and it looks amazing. You both start to dive into your meals while continuing to chat in between bites. 

Eventually, the conversation takes a turn. Shauna starts to share a story of Carter, without even realizing it. You listen, though, and the mood does not shift. It starts to feel normal and comfortable. 

The story ends up with both of you nearly in tears.

You manage to get out, “Why was he so obsessed with that stuffed animal?” through your laughter. 

- - - - -

At the end of lunch, Shauna insists on paying for your meal, too, and you thank her a million times. You check your phone and realize you’ve been at lunch for almost two hours. Time flies when you are having fun.

You say your goodbyes to Shauna, and go off your own ways.

On your walk home, the memories of you and Carter flood your thoughts. Your cheeks start to hurt from smiling at them. People probably think you are a lunatic walking through the streets of Philadelphia with a smile like the Cheshire Cat for no reason.

When you get home, you kick off your shoes, throw your purse on the couch, and walk into your room. You leap onto your bed and stare at the ceiling. You don’t know what to do.

Your phone starts to ring, but it isn’t your normal ring tone.

It’s Carter’s ringtone. You never changed it.

You rush over to the couch and rummage through your purse to pull out your phone just in time to press accept, “Hello?”

“How was lunch?”

You smile, “It was good. The food was really yummy, and it was so cute. Thank you for the recommendation.”

“Would you ever go back again?”

“Yeah, I think I would. I could get some uber cute Instagram pictures next time. Oh! And some of the drinks looked heavenly, but ya know I didn’t want to get drunk at noon at lunch with my ex’s mom,” you chuckle.

“Want to go tomorrow?”

“Yes, I would love to wha-....wait. What do you mean?”

You hear Carter let out a nervous giggle, “Do you want to go back there for lunch again tomorrow?”

“With you?”

“Yeah. With me.”

You pause before responding. It’s only been three months since he broke up with you. It still hurts you sometimes. 

Would it be okay to go to lunch with him already? 

What if he wants to get back together?

Was this his plan the whole time?

“Y/N? You still there?” The voice through your phone says.

“Yes, yes I’m still here, sorry. I was thinking.”

“Is it too soon?” He questions.

“No. I’ll go. Tomorrow at noon?”

“Yes, that works for me. I will see you there.”

- - - - -

The next morning, you wake up with a smile on your face, but the smile fades as the anxiety kicks in.

You have no clue what to wear.

What do you think he is going to wear?

Is he going to go all out?

What if you look more dressed up than him? Or what if he looks more dressed up than you?

To let out a little steam, you scream into your pillow.

“Ah, much better.” You can and hop out of bed.

You have three hours until the scheduled lunch date. 

Wait is this a date?

You tell your brain to shut up, and get out of bed. You head out into your kitchen to make a cup of iced coffee. In your head, you start to formulate a to do list to complete before heading out.

- - - - -

Carter Hart: I’m early :) I’m at a table in the middle.

You slide your phone back into your purse as you walk out of your apartment building and onto the sidewalks of Philadelphia.

You try to hype yourself up during your walk. It doesn’t work very well, but gives you a little bit of confidence and a break from worrying.

Once you arrive at the restaurant, you enter and see Carter immediately. He looks nervous, which makes you feel a little at ease knowing you are not the only one.

You walk up to his table, and he stands up to give you a hug, “Hi, Y/N, you look good.��

The hug feels so familiar, and not because you were hugging his mom 24 hours ago. Your nose immediately recognizes his smell, too. The scent makes you feel warm and happy inside.

As the gentleman he is, Carter pulls your chair out for you to sit, which you thank him for of course.

He sits down, too, and the two of you look at each other to take in the moment and process what is going on.

You giggle, “I cannot believe this is actually happening.”

“I know.”

“Did your mom actually want to get lunch with me?”

He nods his head, “Yes, of course. She loved you the first time she met you.”

“She’s a really good person. I see where you get it from,” You say to him and smile. You notice he starts to blush a little as he looks down at his menu to avoid eye contact.

To change the subject, Carter speaks up: “Which drink are you getting?”

You are about to respond when the waitress comes up for our drink orders and the whole specials of the day ordeal. You are pleased when she says homemade chicken noodle soup is being served again today.

Since you are unsure how to pick a drink because they all look amazing, you ask the waitress to make whichever she likes the best. Carter only gets a glass of water due to the season being in full swing.

While you wait for your mystery drink, you ask Carter about the season so far and how everything is working out.

When the drink arrives, you slurp it down so fast you aren’t even sure what it was. The drink calms you down, and when you place your lunch order you ask for a new mystery drink to enjoy. Carter laughs while you order it, exactly like he would when you two were dating.

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nolan patrick // playing pretend

description: you and your best friend (Y/B/N) go to a bar when you realize your ex (Y/Ex/N) is there. in order to get your ex to leave you alone, you ask the guy next to you to pretend to be your date. the guy happens to be nolan patrick...

word count: 1222 words

a/n: requested by an anon! & please note this would take place during non covid days! i do not endorse going to bars during this time. please stay safe <33

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“C’mon, Y/N! Come to the bar with me!” My best friend yells out from our shared bathroom while she is curling her hair in preparation to flirt her ass off for free drinks from strange men.

I sigh, “But I don’t want to! I have to go to class tomorrow morning!”

She pops her head out of the bathroom and stares at me sitting on the couch with a bowl of popcorn in my lap, “You are coming with me. Go get dressed or else I will pick out your outfit for you and literally force you into it.”

I give up and roll my eyes, “Can we at least be home before midnight?”

“No promises! Go get dressed! I am calling our Uber in 30 minutes!”

- - - - -

We arrive at the bar and Y/B/F jumps out of our Uber with pure excitement written all over her face. “Get excited, Y/N!” She says to me while she heads towards the front entrance.

I look around and take in the sights before following behind Y/B/F. I am shocked at how packed the bar is. It’s 7pm on a Wednesday night. I did not expect it to be very crowded, and I become a little nervous. I remind myself I am doing this for my best friend. It is her only night off from work this week.

We weave our way through the sea of people to get up to the bar, and Y/B/F orders two vodka sodas for us. We chat and point out the cute men we notice while we wait for our drinks. While scanning the open area, I notice a man I wish I never saw. 

I tap Y/B/F on the shoulder and point over to where he is standing. It takes her a minute to pick up what I’m pointing at, but when she realizes her jaw drops.

It’s my most recent ex boyfriend.

“We can find a different bar if you want!” She yells over the loud music.

I shake my head, “It’s ok. I bet he won’t even notice us.”

We get our drips and start to sip on them while starting small talk with the people around us. After a short conversation with two cute businessmen, Y/B/F heads to the bathroom which leaves me by myself. 

I look down at my phone when I am interrupted by my name being called. I look up and notice it is coming from my ex who is waving at me. I give a small and very fake smile back to acknowledge I recognize him. Sadly, this isn’t enough to get him to stop and he tries to make his way over to me.

I panic and grab the closest guy next to me. He looks shocked and I get on my tippy toes to shout, “Just pretend to be my boyfriend!” He immediately springs into action and places his hand on the small of my back. Oddly enough, it gives me butterflies.

“Y/N!” My ex says as he gets closer, “It’s good to see you.”

I smile, “Hi, Y/Ex/N, it’s good to see you too. This is-”

“Nolan,” my pretend date speaks up and extends his hand out. My ex shakes Nolan’s hand, but looks very confused while doing it.

“I didn’t know you had a new boyfriend, Y/N.”

“Uh…”

Nolan jumps in to save my ass again, “It’s new! We just met last weekend, actually.”

I join in, “Yea, I was his waitress at the restaurant,” I say referring to my waitressing job.

“She’s a really good waitress!” Nolan says and gives me a small wink when I look up at him.

I space out when Nolan makes small talk with Y/Ex/N because Y/B/F appears behind my ex mouthing, “What is going on?”

I giggle and mouth back, “I will explain later.”

She gives me a thumbs up then turns around and heads on a mission to find a guy to buy her a drink. I mean, I assume that is what she is going to do. Sure sounds like her!

Not long after, my ex says goodbye because a girl grabbed his wrist and was pulling him towards her. The second his head is turned the other way, I let out a giant sigh of relief.

“Was I a good actor?”

I laugh and nod my head, “Thank you, Nolan.”

“Can I buy you a drink…”

“Y/N!” I let him know, realizing he didn’t even know who I was, “And yes! I would love that.”

We find seats at the bar and he orders us drinks. I start to explain what I needed him for and how thankful I am for his performance.

- - - - -

One drink together turns into two drinks together. Then ends up being three drinks together.

We are talking about God knows what while laughing our asses off.

“What do you even do for a living?” I ask Nolan.

His face turns red and he looks down at his hands.

I mess with him, “What? Are you unemployed or something?”

He laughs, “No, I’m actually a professional hockey player.”

I choke on my drink. “You are a what now?”

He chuckles, “You heard me! I beat people up while ice skating!”

My eyes go wide.

“What?! Are you a football fan, instead?”

“No, no, no,” I shake my head, “It’s just my little brother is a huge hockey fan! If he knew I just fake dated a pro without getting a picture, I would be in huge trouble. I should’ve guessed! You give me hockey player vibes.”

Nolan smiles at me, “How about I give you my number so you can call me when you are with your little brother and I can say hi to him?”

“I like the sound of that!” I say as I start to blush. I reach for my phone and hand it to Nolan to put his number in.

- - - - -

The next morning, I wake up at 11 after staying up until 4 talking with Nolan. We got kicked out of the bar around midnight because they were closing. I noticed Y/B/N leaving with a guy, so I wasn’t worried about her.

I reach over for my phone and see a text from Nolan:

Thank you for last night :) I had a good time. Can I see you again soon? I want to take you on a proper date.

The text gives me butterflies in my stomach again and a cheesy smile appears on my face.

I respond to Nolan: That sounds amazing. Saturday night?

Then I realize I need to text my little brother to get information.

Know any pros named Nolan? Or is the guy I met last night full of shit?

I immediately get a response from my little brother: NOLAN PATRICK? TALL? BROWN FLOWY HAIR?

I chuckle and text back: Yes! So he’s a real pro?

YES, Y/N! CAN U DATE HIM? I WANNA MEET HIM! BRING HIM HOME! DAD WILL LOVE HIM!

It is reassuring to know my little brother already approves. I roll back to my comfy sleeping position. I fall asleep with a giant smile on my face and the thought of Nolan’s smell.

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carter hart // no flight home

description: you and carter hart get stuck at the airport during the holiday season!

word count: 1227 words

a/n: christmas time is here! let me know what you guys think! i am personally very happy with how it turned out. should i do a part two??? requests are open! please send them in! especially holiday requests! stay safe <3

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You were headed to the airport for your flight home from Philadelphia. You had moved to Philly three months ago and grew extremely homesick. Luckily, the holiday season gives you a reason to take off from work and return home for two weeks to celebrate the season with your loved ones. You had a countdown on your phone for this day since you booked the flight two months ago.

You arrive at the airport and everything is going smoothly, especially considering it was December 23 and the airport was extremely crowded. You were listening to Christmas songs while thinking about hugging your family for the first time in what felt like forever.

The vibes were unmatchable.

Nothing could possibly kill your happy vibe.

- - - - -

You are sitting in a seat near your gate, waiting for the announcement that your flight is now boarding. 

To settle yourself, you decide to watch Elf, the Christmas movie you downloaded on your phone to watch on the flight. You decide watching it now is acceptable and will allow you to calm your excitement down. 

Your eyes are glued to your screen. It is your favorite Christmas movie, of course!

You try to contain your laughter in order to prevent annoying the people around you when the airport lights start to flicker. 

Suddenly, the lights shut off.

You look up from your phone and everyone has confused and concerned looks on their face. 

There is a giant window nearby, and you see the wind roaring outside. Snow is falling down from the sky as if it was waiting days to hit the ground.

You don’t know what is going on or what to do, so you stay still. 

There are people pacing around, on their phone calling friends or family.

Babies start wailing.

You try not to panic or overthink, but it is becoming near impossible.

You are caught up in your bad thoughts when a small voice to the right of you says, “Are you ok?”

You snap out of your thoughts and look over. A seat away from your seat is a man, probably around your age, that is glancing at you with a soft smile on his face. 

You nod your head, “Are you?”

He chuckles, “Yea, I think so. I was looking forward to getting home, but I don’t think that is going to happen anytime soon.”

“You think so?”

His smile starts to fade, “Unfortunately. Are you from Edmonton?”

As you go to respond, airport employees are driving by in small carts announcing there is a city wide power outage. They mention remaining calm because we might be here for a while.

You sigh, “I think you were right.”

“Do you mind if I sit next to you?”

You shake your head, “Go for it. Anything to get my mind off of this madness.”

He switches to the seat next to you and you two start chatting about what you were going to do once you touched down in Edmonton.

- - - - -

“I never got your name, actually.” You say while blushing since you had been talking to the guy for the past hour.

“Carter Hart.”

Without thinking you respond, “Oh, I like that. Sounds cute.”

You realize what you said and your face goes beet red. 

Carter starts to laugh, “Thank you.”

You smile shyly and look down at your lap.

“What’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Personally, I think that sounds much cuter than Carter Hart.”

“You think so?” You say and look up at him again to see a beaming smile on his face. When your eyes meet his eyes, you notice his eyes start to sparkle almost.

He nods his head.

The conversation falls quiet, but you two continue to look at each other.

“We should do something fun. Ya know, to cheer everyone up!” He suggests.

“What do you mean?” You say while giggling.

He thinks for a minute. Then hops out of his seat and digs through his bag. He pulls out a black box and presses a button on it. 

The box mumbles, “Connected to Carter’s iPhone,” and you realize it's a speaker.

Carter is scrolling through his phone trying to find whatever it is he is looking for. You grow increasingly curious and anxious waiting to see what he is doing.

Suddenly, Christmas music starts blasting through the speaker. 

A giant smile appears on your face as Carter starts to dance. He isn’t a good dancer, but you can tell he is trying. 

People start to stare at you and Carter. You become a little embarrassed.

Carter turns towards you and sticks his hand out to grab yours. You are hesitant, but you give him your hand. He yanks you off your seat and moves your arm to encourage you to dance.

You give up on caring about what the other people think, and you join Carter’s terrible dancing.

You are giggling while the two of you dance together.

A little girl runs up to the two of you and joins your dancing. She is singing the song at the top of her lungs and looks like she is having the time of her life.

Adults and other kids start to join in.

Carter started a giant holiday dance party.

You see him twisting the little girl around, and it makes you extremely happy. The little girl reminds you of your niece. 

Carter dances his way over to you with an accomplished look spread across his face.

“Did I cheer you up?”

“Yes! I think you cheered the whole terminal up!”

He grabs your hand and twirls you. 

As the two of you proceed to dance together, a lady walks up behind us and taps Carter on the shoulder.

“Thank you for this. My daughters were so bummed, and it was breaking my heart to see them so upset. You gave them Christmas joy again.”

Carter gives the lady a giant bear hug which makes my heart nearly melt. 

- - - - -

After all the classical Christmas carols, you and Carter go back to your original seats. You are both a little worn out and the power still was not back on.

There had been little to no communication from the airport about what was happening.

“Do you think we are going to get to Edmonton?” You ask Carter.

He shrugs, “I’m not sure, Y/N.”

You frown a little, and Carter seemed to notice. He puts his hand on your knee to comfort you. Butterflies start to flutter in your stomach. Your frown instantaneously turns into a smile.

“You have a pretty smile.”

“You think so?”

He nods his head.

Suddenly, you are hit with a wave of tiredness and you yawn. The yawn makes you giggle.

“Tired?”

“Extremely.”

Carter reaches for his bag again and digs through. This time, he pulls out a blanket. He hands it to me, “You can use this and take a nap. I can provide my shoulder as a pillow for you, if you would like.”

You take the blanket, “Thank you. Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.”

You wrap the blanket around yourself and notice it smells like men’s cologne. You lean onto Carter’s shoulder. At first, it is a bit awkward considering you met him only a couple hours ago, but the tiredness takes over you. You fall asleep before you can address the awkwardness.

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travis konecny // tell him to fuck off

description: you are friends with nolan patrick and he forces you to go on a date with travis konecny

word count: 800 words

a/n: this is my first imagine on this blog :) i hope you enjoy it! feedback is very encouraged!!! stay safe <33 

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“No, I am not going on a date with any of your teammates! Tell them to fuck off.” I tell my best friend, Nolan Patrick, after we spent a long night bar hopping with a handful of his teammates. 

As he unlocks his apartment door he whines, “But what about TK? He’s always had a crush on you! C’mon give him a chance.” 

He turns his head around to look at me and pouts. “Please Y/N! For me.”

I sigh and roll my eyes at him, “Just open your apartment. I’m tired. I want to go to bed.” Nolan turns around and crosses his arms against his chest. “Not until you agree to go on a date with TK. Ha! Beat that!”

I start laughing at him and try to grab his keys from him. Unfortunately, he is 6’2” and I am hardly 5’2” so when he puts his arm in the air to prevent me from getting the keys it is successful. “Nolan! That’s not fair!” He scoffs, “I don’t care. Go on a date with TK.”

At this point, I am exhausted and just want to go to bed. “Fine. Whatever. One date. That’s it.” All of a sudden Nolan has a giant grin on his face and he returns to unlocking the apartment door. I stomp into the apartment and go straight to the guest room that’s basically my bedroom. I angrily say goodnight to Nolan and crawl right into bed. 

- - - - -

When I wake up the next morning, I have a massive headache. I stumble out of bed and head for the kitchen, but on my way I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My makeup from last night looks absolutely insane and my hair is a mess. I throw my hair up into a ponytail, decide that Nolan will have to deal with my face, and continue my journey to the kitchen in search of advil and water.

“Good morning beautiful.” I hear as I pass the couch in the living room. I moan a good morning back, assuming it's just Nolan, and proceed to the kitchen. When I enter, I see Nolan standing over the stove cooking some sort of breakfast.

My jaw drops when I realize Nolan was not the person to wish me a good morning. Nolan’s head turns towards me and he chuckles, “What? Are you really that shocked that I am cooking! I can cook, I just don’t like to!”

“Ummm no I just didn’t know you were expecting company this early in the morning or else I would not have left my room looking like this.” I huff as I get myself a glass of water. 

“It’s just TK, don’t worry.” 

I give Nolan the death stare. “Are you serious?”

All of a sudden TK comes bursting into the kitchen with a giant smile on his face. “Looks like you had a fun night with us last night, Y/N. Hope you have as much fun on our date tonight. And, Nol, can you throw some cheese on my eggs? Thanks.”

As he leaves the kitchen I mumble to Nolan that I hate him and I will be returning to bed.

- - - - -

On my way to yours! ;)

I read TK’s text as I slipped on my heels. I’m not exactly sure where our date is located, but I figured a black top, black jeans, and black heels is appropriate for any setting. All of a sudden, I get a wave of nervousness. It is odd because I don’t even like TK.

I take a deep breath and make my final touch ups on my makeup.

Unfortunately, the deep breath does not calm me down.

I decide the next best thing is a shot. I scurry to the kitchen and fill a large shot glass with tequila. As I take the shot, there is a loud knock at my door which nearly scares the shot out of me. “Coming!” I yell as I put the tequila and shot glass away.

I open my apartment door and see TK standing in the hallway with a bouquet of flowers. “Wow, you look amazing.”

I blush and he hands me the flowers, which I thank him for. 

“So….TK, where are we headed tonight,” I question as we walk down the hallway after I put the flowers in a vase and locked up my apartment door.

“It’s a surprise.” He says while grinning. 

- - - - -

The next morning I wake up to a giant teddy bear spooning me. I wiggle myself to turn around and see TK. I smile to myself.

Thank god for Nolan Patrick.

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travis konecny // tell him to fuck off (part two)

part one

description: you wake up in tk’s apartment after last night’s date with him

word count: 950 words

a/n: a part two was requested! so here it is! let me know what you think and feel free to send in requests or feedback! it’s encouraged :)))) stay safe <33

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After admiring TK while he sleeps, I try to wiggle myself out of his arms. When I am nearly out, TK starts to stir in his sleep and then I hear a groan. 

“Don’t get out of bed. You keep me warm.” He pulls me towards him again and wraps his arms around my bare body even tighter.

“Teeks, I gotta pee!” I giggle quietly. He huffs and lets go of me. I whisper thank you and turn around to give him a kiss on his forehead. 

I hop out of the giant bed and find a random t-shirt to throw on my body to prevent myself from hypothermia because Travis keeps his apartment very cold. I wander out of the bedroom and walk around the apartment to explore because I didn’t do much exploring last night.

I notice how nice the apartment is decorated and I am honestly shocked. I never pictured Travis Konecny as having an apartment by himself that looks like it belongs on Pinterest. In the living room there are giant windows that overlook Philadelphia.

I’m admiring the view when I get interrupted. The front door swings open and someone yells, “Travvvvvis! How was the date?”

I recognize the voice immediately and turn around. I shriek, “Nolan!” I jump behind the couch so Nolan can’t see the bottom half of my body that is completely naked.

“Oh. My. God.” Nolan responds and his jaw drops to the floor. My face goes beet red.

Travis strolls out of his bedroom while rubbing his eyes. He is shirtless but wearing baggy grey sweatpants and his hair is all out of place. It’s pretty damn sexy honestly.

“What’s up, Nol?” Travis asks causally without noticing me behind the couch.

“Hi,” I say sheepishly. 

Travis’s head turns and his eyes go wide, “What are YOU doing?”

Nolan starts laughing uncontrollably.

“Shut up, Nolan! Can you turn around for a minute so I can get back to the bedroom and get dressed properly please?” I start to get a little annoyed due to my total embarrassment.

He turns around while he continues to laugh and Travis gives me an apologetic look. I don’t move until Travis turns around, too. It would be too embarrassing with him watching me awkwardly shuffle to his room.

When I get into the room, I shut the door quickly and slide down the door. I sit on the ground for a minute just soaking in the embarrassment. I realize I cannot change what just happened. Nolan would have found out eventually...right?

I put my bra on under TK’s shirt I’m wearing and throw last night’s jeans on. I look at myself in the mirror in the closet and fix my hair as best as I can. I decide throwing it in a bun would be best. 

I take a deep breath in order to muster up the courage to face the boys in the kitchen who are probably giggling about the events that took place last night. I walk out of the room and head to the kitchen. Nolan sees me first and a giant smile grows on his face.

“Good morning, again.” I say to Nolan who is sitting on the kitchen counter. 

Travis gives me an awkward yet cute smile and asks if I would like any coffee.

“Yes! Please!” I say and I sit down on the couch, but position myself to be able to see both boys in the kitchen.

“Where did you two even go last night?” Nolan asks both of us.

I get butterflies in my stomach at the thought of last night. “It was really cute, actually,” I start, “TK got all dressed up and looked very handsome. He took me to a quiet Italian restaurant. It was a surprising choice. It made more sense when he brought me to Karaoke night at the bar next door. We ran into Carter, too, and he bought us a round of tequila shots. Bonus points because tequila is my favorite.” 

At this point, I notice Travis smiling, and I continue detailing our festivities, “Travis originally brought me back to my place. The plan was to drop me off and I would sleep by myself in my own apartment. Butttt….I got a little too drunk and I snapped my apartment key in half while trying to unlock my door. Instead of waiting for someone to fix it, we came back here. We had a bottle of wine while watching Spongebob for like an hour. It was quite hysterical. It was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“Really?” Travis asks very excitedly. I nod my head and smile at him. He winks at me, but not very well which gives me a good laugh. 

“Ok lovebirds! You are going to make me throw up. Y/N, remember when you refused to date one of my teammates?”

“Yea…”

“Well can you go back to that? I am tired of this already!”

Travis and I both look at each other and laugh.

Nolan hops off the counter, “That’s it! I’m out of here! I can’t take it anymore! Travis, I will see you at the rink later! Y/N, I will text you after I go scrub my eyeballs out! Goodbye! Wear protection! Thank you!” 

And suddenly the door is shut again.

Travis runs over to me and tackles me which sends me into a fit of giggles. He gives me a million kisses on my face while we are both smiling and laughing.

Thank god for Nolan Patrick.

[hugheshoe]

nolan patrick // why are you up so early?

description: nolan’s gf breaks up with him :(

word count: 1000 words

a/n: second one today! enjoy! feedback is encouraged!!! stay safe <333

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I am passed out on my couch after a long day of work when all of a sudden I hear a knock on my door. I decided it was not important enough to make me fully wake up and get off the couch. I start to drift back to sleep when my phone starts to buzz on my coffee table. I groan and reach over for my phone.

Incoming Call from Nolan Patrick

I accept the call. “Nol? It’s 3am on a Thursday morning. Why are you up so early? And why are you calling me?”

“Can you open the door for me please?” He responds quietly.

“What do you mean? What door?”

“I’m at your front door, Y/N.”

I get off the couch and walk over to my front door. I open it up to see Nolan with bags under his eyes that suggest he has not gone to bed yet. I immediately pull him in for a hug and he starts to bawl in my arms. I let go of him, but gently grab his hand pull him into the apartment. I close the door and lead him to the couch. We both sit down and I snuggle up next to him.

Nolan was the first person I met when I moved to Philadelphia two years ago. He even helped me move in. We had spent so much time together, but I have never seen him cry until right now. He was like a brother to me now, and would always cheer me up when I was feeling down. I never expected the tables to turn. It’s heartbreaking to see him so upset.

“Nol, what’s wrong?” I say while rubbing his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down.

He sniffles. “She broke up with me.”

My jaw drops. The “she” he is referring to is his (now ex) girlfriend of over a year. “What do you mean? When did she do this?”

“Yesterday. She didn’t even say it to my face, Y/N. She fucking texted me.” He pulls up his phone to show me the text:

Hi Nol, I don’t think this is going to work anymore. You need to get your feelings straight about Y/N. I don’t want to be in the middle of it anymore. 

Once again, my jaw drops. “Feelings? Nol, what is she talking about?”

He looks at me straight in the eyes. “I don’t know.”

I am very confused and I push myself away from him. “Am I really the reason she broke up with you? Nol, I’m so sorry.”

Nolan looks down at his lap. “Don’t be sorry, Y/N. I didn’t have the balls to break up with her. I wanted to. So badly. But I…,” he looks up at me again, “I didn’t want to admit to myself what I was really feeling.”

“What were you really feeling?”

“I like you, Y/N, and I have since the moment I met you. Your smile is contagious. You have the prettiest eyes I have ever seen. I love making you laugh because your laugh makes me laugh. It is the cutest. I don’t like seeing you go on dates with other guys. I’ve always wanted it to be me, but I never wanted to make you uncomfortable. I pushed my feelings for you to the back of my brain because I assumed you just wanted to be friends. I never pictured you wanting to be with me as much as I want to be with you.”

“Are you serious, Nol?” I say as I start to tear up a little bit. “When did I start going on dates with a bunch of other guys?”

He looks at me with a confused look, “I don’t know. Maybe a year ago?”

“And what happened a year ago?” I retaliate.

He thinks for a couple seconds before it hits him. “Is it because I got a girlfriend?”

I giggle, “Yes, Nol! I didn’t actually want to go out with other guys! I just thought it would make me look better. I used them as a distraction to get you off my mind!”

A huge smile appears on Nolan’s face. It makes me blush, and he reaches over and pulls me back towards him. I laugh at him, “What are you doing now?”

“I want a hug.”

I give him a massive hug that lasts for a solid minute. We both soak in the moment of complete silence and happiness. I think we both feel like a weight has been lifted off our shoulders.

I let out a little sigh and I feel Nolan’s eyes looking down at me. I look up and smile, “What?”

“I’m just a happy boy. I’m happy I accepted the truth. I’m happy I grew a pair and told you.”

“What do we do now, though?”

“Well…..Y/N, will you go out on a date with me?”

I start to blush again, “I will have to check my calendar, but I think I can pencil you in!”

“Hey!” Nolan yells and starts to tickle me. I laugh very hard until I am out of breath and have to wave a white flag of defeat.

“Can we go to bed, Nol? I’ll even let you sleep here, but you can’t steal the covers!”

He laughs, “Yes we can go to bed, but no promises. I am a wiggly worm when I sleep! You never know what I may do in my slumber!”

I jump out of his arms and beeline to my bedroom to get comfy under the covers. Nolan follows and cuddles up with me. He kisses the top of my head and we both fall asleep pretty quickly.

[hugheshoe]

jakub vrana // sugar cookies

description: decorating christmas cookies with your boyfriend jakub vrana gets a little silly!

word count: 1127 words

a/n: spent my snow day writing this instead of catching up on schoolwork! i hope you all enjoy :) send in requests if you have any <3

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This Christmas was your first Christmas with your boyfriend Jakub Vrana, a Washington Capitals forward.

It was your first Christmas spent without your family.

You and Jakub decided to spend the holiday in DC just the two of you because of the pandemic. You did not want to put any family members at risk.

The Saturday after Thanksgiving you practically begged Jakub to go pick out a Christmas tree for the apartment. Luckily, you two discovered a tree selling location down the block, and picked out the most perfect tree within 5 minutes of your arrival.

Next stop: Target! You needed ornaments and other miscellaneous Christmas decorations. You ended up spending over $300 during this Target run…

You spent all day Sunday decorating.

Fresh stockings hung up on the wall next to the Christmas tree. (They would be on a mantel, but the apartment lacked a fireplace.)

Holiday candles lit and placed throughout the place.

Brand new Christmas pillows on the couch. Your personal favorite was the snowman pillow. 

These pillows paired nicely with the two fuzzy blankets laid out on the couch. One red blanket and one green blanket. Jakub claimed the red blanket the minute you placed it in the shopping cart. He believed using the green blanket would be backstabbing the Caps.

The tree was adorned with white lights, of course, and red, gold, and white ornaments. It lit up the entire apartment. The tree looked beautiful. You two purchased a gold star to put on top, too, but you mutually agreed to save this piece until Christmas Eve. It was tradition to hold out on putting the star on top until the 24th. You were very pleased that Jakub agreed to continuing this tradition for you.

There was one final “decoration” the two of you needed: homemade sugar cookies.

“Please help me decorate them!” You pleaded with Jakub while decorating.

He sighed, “What’s in it for me?”

“We can eat them while watching whatever Christmas movie you want!” You say with puppy dog eyes.

“Do I have to physically make the cookies?”

You shake your head, “I will make them! And the icing! All by myself! I just want help decorating please!”

“Fine. I will help.”

You clap and jump into Jakub’s arms. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

Jakub retreats to your shared bedroom while you decide to turn on some Christmas songs. You shuffle the Christmas playlist featuring Justin Bieber’s Christmas album and Ariana Grande’s Christmas EP. Your favorite! (Also happens to be Jakub’s least favorite.)

You head into the kitchen to make the sugar cookie dough using your grandma's recipe. As you are making the dough you realize you forgot to get something at Target: Christmas cookie cutters.

Your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. You pause the music and stare at the dough thinking about what to do.

“You ok, babe?” Jakub says while walking into the kitchen.

“I forgot to get cookie cutters!”

Jakub giggles.

You start to glare at him, “It is not funny. I was very excited!”

He stops giggling. “I will be right back. Don’t do anything!”

You are confused as Jakub runs out of the apartment without giving you any time to question him. You shrug it off and flop on the couch.

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30 minutes later, Jakub comes bursting through the front door with a plastic bag in his hand. 

“What did you get?”

“Cookie cutters!”

Your jaw drops, “Where did you get them?”

“The pharmacy. Down the street!”

“Awwww! You didn’t have to do that, baby.”

A giant smile appears on his face, “I wanted to make you happy! I had to do it for you. I know how excited you’ve been to make these cookies and decorate them.”

You leap over to him and give him the biggest hug possible.

You skip into the kitchen with the cookie cutters humming Christmas tunes.

You spread a little bit of flour on the counter so you can roll the cookie dough out without it sticking. As you do this, Jakub comes up behind you and wraps his arms around his waist. You smile as his warmth gives you butterflies.

Your smile turns into a giggle. All of a sudden, Jakub’s hand is in the flour, grabbing a giant handful. He throws it on to your face and you shriek, “Jakub!”

He laughs like a mad man.

“I can’t believe you did that!” You yell. You want revenge, but you know throwing flour back at him would be too predictable. Instead, you laugh it off and he laughs his way out of the kitchen.

“Start the Roomba at least!” You direct him as you hear his laughs all the way to the bedroom.

You shake as much of the flour off of you as possible. A giant pile accumulates beneath you, but you know the miniature robot vacuum will come clean it up for you.

The dough gets rolled out and you use all the cookie cutters that Jakub picked up. Candy canes, snowmen, trees, stockings, snowflakes, Santa, reindeers, and mittens. Every Christmas cookie shape you could ever possibly think of.

When you are done shaping cookies, you shout out to Jakub that decorating time will begin momentarily. You whip up a giant batch of icing, using none other than your grandma’s recipe, and divide it up. You put different colored food dye in each individual bowl of icing. Green, red, blue, yellow, and black.

Luckily, Jakub comes bouncing into the kitchen just in time.

“Let's decorate these bad boys on the table!” You suggest. Jakub agrees with your idea and helps you move all the supplies over to the table.

You both sit down and start decorating away. You start off simple: decorate a candy cane cookie. It turns out perfect and looks just like you wanted it to. You place the beautifully decorated cookie on the plate designated for the finish designs.

You look over and notice Jakub decorating a Santa cookie.

Poor Santa looks like a mess, the way Jakub is designing him.

You start to chuckle, and Jakub notices. He pauses and looks up at me, “What?”

“Santa is looking a little funny.”

“What are you talking about?!” He seems completely shocked.

“Here let me show you what to do,” you say to him and grab a spoon of the blue icing. You lean over the table and smear the icing all over his face.

You smirk at him despite his eyes being shut due to the icing. “Revenge!”

“You are the worst!”

Now, you are laughing like a madman. Through your laugh you manage to get out an, “I love you,” to Jakub.

He scoffs and wipes the icing off his eyes, “You are lucky you are cute.”

[hugheshoe]

masterlist

use this list of prompts to send in requests! 

🎄: holiday related

carter hart:

no flight home 🎄: you and carter hart get stuck at the airport during the holiday season! (1.2k words)

lunch dates : you go out to lunch with carter’s mom even though you two broke up three months ago (1.6k words)

nolan patrick:

why are you up so early : nolan’s girlfriend breaks up with him (1k words)

playing pretend : you go to a bar with your best friend and run into your ex. nolan pretends to be your date in order to get rid of your ex. (1.2k words)

travis konecny:

tell him to fuck off : you are friends with nolan patrick and he forces you to go on a date with travis konecny (part two)

jakub vrana:

sugar cookies 🎄: decorating christmas cookies with your boyfriend gets a little silly! (1.1k words)

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mary met the flyers (a series where mary shares her experiences with the players she’s met):

who she’s met

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prompt list

please feel free to send in a request using one of these! 

a bolded prompt indicates it has been requested & written about. there is a link to that imagine next to the prompt. if the prompt gave you a different idea than what was already written, please feel free to request it again! (please provide specifics, though)

it’s so hard for me to hate you right now.

don’t smile at me like that.

is that my shirt?

i can’t stand you right now.

make me.

i’m pretty sure your mom hates me.

we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.

we’re in public, you know?

you’re staring again.

was i really that drunk?

friends don’t do this kind of shit.

no one will notice!

is that your puppy?

stop distracting me.

you still wear my sweatshirt?

you’re making me blush!

watch me.

are you flirting with me?

if we get caught, i am blaming you.

just let me finish this round.

are you drunk?

put me down!

i’m not here to see you.

i don’t even want to know.

going somewhere?

i need a place to stay.

why are you here?

my mom asked about you again. (carter hart - lunch dates)

is this okay?

do you have a ride home?

you can’t tell anyone.

i’m pretty sure this is illegal.

i needed to hear your voice.

don’t flatter yourself.

cute kid, is he/she yours?

it’s always been you.

tell me a secret.

can i buy you a drink?

wanna bet?

stop calling me that.

how can i help?

just pretend to be my date. (nolan patrick - playing pretend)

there’s only one bed...

i think this is yours.

do you regret it?

we have to be quiet.

how did you know its my birthday?

i can’t take you seriously.

you are embarrassing me.

don’t lie to me.

good luck.

we never speak of this again, okay?

were you listening?

its not funny!

stop interrupting me.

do you need company?

does it hurt?

i like that color on you.

you look cute when you laugh.

i do not take credit for any of these. i scrolled through “prompts” and just make a list of ones i thought would create the best stories :)