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[lukesvangelista]

𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞ˡᵈᵇᵇ⁶⁵

in which you surprise luca at his game.

warnings; none that i can think of

You hadn’t told Luca you were coming to his game—partly because you wanted to surprise him and partly because you wanted to see his genuine reaction. The second you bought your ticket, you started planning everything, down to the smallest detail.

The most important part? The sign.

You wanted it to be perfect—something that would stand out, something he wouldn’t be able to miss, and most importantly, something that would make him smile the second he saw it.

You made a trip to the store specifically for supplies, carefully picking out the biggest, brightest poster board you could find. At first, you debated between a bold red or a classic white, but ultimately, you went with white so the lettering would pop even more.

Next came the markers. You tested a few on a scrap sheet of paper before settling on black for the main message—thick, bold, impossible to miss—and red for little accents.

You spent way too long mapping out the letters in pencil before carefully tracing over them in marker, making sure everything was perfectly aligned. You even debated adding glitter or something flashy, but ultimately decided the message itself was enough.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you took a step back and admired your work.

“#65 IS MY BOYFRIEND”

You smirked to yourself, already imagining Luca’s reaction.

On game day, you showed up to the arena early, your heart pounding with excitement. You kept the sign rolled up under your arm as you made your way through the crowd, scanning the sections until you found a perfect spot right against the glass.

You could hardly contain your excitement as you waited for warmups to start. The second the Zamboni finished its last lap and the doors opened to let the players onto the ice, you unrolled the sign and held it up to the glass proudly.

At first, Luca didn’t notice you. He was locked into his pregame routine — gliding effortlessly across the ice, stretching, tapping pucks toward the net. He was completely unaware of your presence.

Not for long.

You waited, anticipation building up inside you, until he finally skated past your section. His eyes flickered toward the boards for just a second, and then he saw you. Or so he thought.

He did a complete double take.

Luca’s skates came to a sudden stop, ice spraying up slightly as he whipped his head around. His eyes landed on you, then on the sign, and his entire face lit up.

For a second, he just stared, his mouth slightly open in disbelief. Then, his grin broke through — wide, boyish, completely stunned but beyond happy. He tapped his stick against the glass, shaking his head with a laugh, “What the hell! You didn’t tell me you were coming!”

You beamed at him from the other side of the glass, holding the sign up even higher, “Surprise!”

Luca laughed, running a hand through his hair beneath his helmet before skating off for a second.

Then, suddenly, he was back — this time flipping a warmup puck over the glass toward you.

“Catch.”

You caught it easily, looking down at it for a second before shaking your head with a knowing smile, “I swear, you’re such a showoff.”

He just winked, “You love it.”

Warmups continued, but every single time Luca skated past, he sent you little looks — quick smirks, playful winks, slight head shakes like he still couldn’t believe you were actually there. Then, just when you thought the moment couldn’t get any better, Luca skated toward you again near the end of warmups.

But this time, he wasn’t empty-handed.

Instead of just tapping the glass, he lifted his stick and motioned for you to take it.

Your eyes widened, “Luca, what are you...?”

“Take it,” he said, his grin growing, “You made a whole sign about me. It's the least I can do.”

You hesitated for a second, looking between him and the stick, "Are you serious?”

“Dead serious,” his voice was muffled through the glass, but you could still hear the amusement in it. Still in slight disbelief, you reached up and carefully took the stick from him. It was still warm from his gloves, the tape perfectly molded to his grip.

“You’re actually insane,” you muttered, shaking your head.

Luca just laughed, “Yeah, yeah. You love it.”

Before you could even respond, he was skating backward with a wink, heading toward the tunnel as warmups officially ended.

You could still hear the guys chirping him as they left the ice.

“Ohhh, Luca’s in loooove!"

“Did you actually just give her your stick, man?”

“I swear, this dude is whipped.”

Luca, completely unfazed, just shrugged, “What can I say? My girl deserves the best.”

And with that, he disappeared into the tunnel — leaving you standing there, holding his stick, grinning like an idiot.

a/n; for my lovely friend rey (@fantillisgirl)! sorry it's kinda short :( also i'm aware that luca is currently with the monsters, but it was easier to act like he was called up at this point, so here we are