#my asks are open if you wanna chat hockey

[icedenceladus]

maybe I’m being presumptuous but if the issues are limited to PWHL Minnesota rather than being widespread in the league, I’ll eat my left shoe

[elliespillowprincess]

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

a/n: hi everyone! i wanted to write a story w friends to lovers trope so here it is! im not sure if this will be an ongoing series, ill just have to see where it goes!! this kinda sucks im sorryyy i haven’t written in a while ive been so busy w school </3

cw: toxic!ellie, situationship abby???, tipsy sex, fingering (r receiving), masturbation (ellie), tinyyy breeding kink, violence?, kinda public sex, honestly badly written + not proofread😭lmk what else!!

WHY YOU SHOULD NOT SUPPORT NEIL DRUCKMANN

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

it was a normal friday, you had just got home from classes and were getting ready to go to a kickback with your friends to drink the stress of finals away. you were going with your friends dina, jesse, and your roommate ellie. all of you became friends during your freshman year of college, you and ellie deciding to room together. you were just finishing up your makeup, and you got up to change, beginning to take your robe off, when your door flies open.

“hey, y/n i-“ she makes eye contact with you as you quickly attempt to cover yourself, your robe already halfway off. “shit- i’m- i’m sorry! i didn’t see anything! i swear i-“ why was she still standing there?

“get out!! go!” you say, clearly embarrassed. she turns around, clearly flushed. you become extremely red, but remember this isn’t the first time she’s walked in on you getting dressed. or the second, or the third..

you walk out of your room, wearing a simple outfit of a tank top and shorts. you meet eyes with ellie, who looks you up and down, seeing what you’re wearing. it was like everything was quiet. you’ve had a crush on ellie since you met her, but you’d always assumed she didn’t like you back since she was bringing in a new girl every week. she was wearing a blue flannel with a white tank top under, paired with a pair of jeans. you couldn’t help but admire her, and wonder what she looked like under her-

“y/n!! i feel like i haven’t seen you in ages!!”

your trance is broken by dina, who runs up to you, giving you a big hug. you hug her back, closing your eyes and smiling a huge smile. the four of you haven’t hung out in ages. most of your nights consisted of either studying, or smoking with ellie and watching whatever dumb movie was playing at the time. the two of you let go, and you walked up to give jesse a hug as well.

“god it’s been so long since we’ve all been together!” you say, letting go of jesse. “is everyone ready?”

“yeah, we’ve been waiting on the princess to finish getting ready.” ellie says, sarcastically. you roll your eyes as jesse grabs his keys and the four of you head out to the car. dina immediately takes her spot up front, leaving you and ellie in the back. “can i have aux?” ellie says before the car is even on.

the four of you arrive at the party shortly after, everyone arguing on what music to play. jesse gets out first and goes to open dina’s door for her. “you’re cooked, jesse.” ellie says, laughing. “hey! i think its cute.” you argue back. ellie just looks at you and rolls her eyes, laughing, as she gets out of the car.

the party wasn’t full, nothing crazy. you walk in first, immediately beelining to the drinks. you bump into a large, blonde hair girl.

“woah, you good?” you meet eyes with the women’s hockey teams star player, abby anderson. you notice her hands are on your waist, steadying you before you fell.

“oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you laugh.

“don’t worry about it, what’s your name gorgeous?” she says with a smirk. you look around, and see ellie already chatting it up with a ditsy girl. if she can have fun, why can’t you?

“y/n, and you are?” you knew the answer to this, everyone did. but you ddint wanna seem like a stalker for knowing her name when she didn’t know yours.

“abby. are you here with anyone?” she asks, scanning around the room. you hardly even notice when her hands leave your waist, steadying herself on the counter.

“oh, just my friends. i split away to grab a drink.” you slightly turn to pour a random bottle into one of the red solo cups stacked on the counter.

she laughs, watching you. “a pretty girl like you doesn’t have a boyfriend?” she asks, tilting her head slightly. it makes you blush, downing the liquor for some liquid courage.

“oh i don’t- i don’t really like guys..” you giggle. she raises her eyebrows.

“oh, so i do have a chance?” she replies, taking a sip from her cup. “do you wanna head up to my room?”

you look over to jesse and dina, they’re dancing to whatever shitty house music is playing. then to ellie, who’s clearly already had a few drinks, chatting it up with two girls now.

“sure, let’s go!”

abby grabs your hand, leading you through the crowd. you can’t help but love how big her hand is in yours, how she led you through the crowd saying hi to almost everyone. you almost make it to the stairs when you hear a commotion, and abby is shoved away from you.

“the fuck are you doing anderson?”

it’s ellie.

what’s her problem? she has girls at her disposal and she’s worried what you’re doing?

“don’t start shit at my party, ellie.” she says back, getting closer and towering over her. you knew abby and ellie didn’t get along that good, ellie always told you it was because abby was cocky and spoiled, but clearly it was more than that. “what’s your deal?”

“my deal is that you’re trying to treat her like she’s one of your sluts, she’s probably drunk and you’re taking advantage of her!” ellie barks back, slurring her words. this makes abby angrier, and you have to step in.

“ellie, it’s not that big of a deal. i said yes, im barely tipsy. can you let us be?” you didn’t realize your words sounded a little rude, but it didn’t matter. you knew this, with abby, was only gonna be a simple fuck and nothing more. she glares at you, grabbing your hand and trying to drag you out of the house. you try to resist her, but she’s stronger. “ellie, let go!”

suddenly, abby shoves ellie hard. “she said let the fuck go, ellie!” ellie’s expression changed. she looked infuriated. she drops her drink and punches abby in the face. “oh you fucked up.” abby says getting ready to punch ellie. you shove ellie away, telling abby to find you on instagram, that you’ll text her and that your sorry. you begin practically dragging ellie out. dina and jesse stop you before you can leave.

“what the fuck happened?” dina says, looking at the clearly pissed ellie.

“i’ll tell you when we get home, im just gonna call an uber, go home, and sober her up.”

“you sure you don’t want a ride? we don’t mind i-“ jesse says.

“no, it’s fine. i’ll text you guys when i get home.” you go to leave, pushing ellie out and ordering and uber.

the ride home was quiet. the uber didn’t even make small talk as usual. the air felt so thick you could cut it with a knife. finally, you stop at your house, thanking the uber driver, and go around to ellie’s side to help her get out.

“i don’t.. i don’t need your fucking help.” she snaps. you roll your eyes and continue to help her, dragging her inside and pushing her on the couch. “god, what’s your problem?”

you don’t know why she was acting so mean. true, she had a few drinks, but she didn’t usually act this this when drunk.

“what’s your fucking problem ellie? i mean, god, can i not make my own decisions?” you snap, going to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink. “you fuck a new girl every week, sometimes two, and i can’t do it once?” you take the shot. “what are you so mad about?” you shout, going to pour yourself another.

you hear her shift a little on the couch. “nothing, i don’t have a problem.” you audibly laugh, she’s being ridiculous! you down another drink, closing the bottle. it makes you cough and gag a little.

“if you didn’t have a problem, you wouldn’t have fucking punched abby for talking to me.” you start to go to your room, wanting to sleep it off.

“stop.” she says. you do as she says, you don’t know why but you do. “sit down.”

you walk over to the opposite side of the couch and sit down. she sits up from her laying position.

“i just.. she has fucked almost every girl at school. i don’t want you being one of those girls.” you burst out laughing, not believing what’s being said to you right now.

“are you serious, ellie?” you look at her in disbelief. “you do the same thing as her! i knew it was gonna be a simple fuck, i knew that and i didn’t care! so fucking what if a girl has some built up tension, am i not allowed to release it how i want? god, you’re immature.”

she stares at you blankly, before pulling you in and giving you a hug.

“you’re better than that, y/n.” she says into your shoulder. “if you needed it that bad i’d rather you come to me than an ass like her, god at least we know each other.”

what?

you sit there in disbelief as she continues to hug you.

“ellie, what? do you even know what you’re saying?” you stare at her as she begins to pull away.

“y/n, i..” she trails off, just staring at you.

“you need to go to sleep.” you say flatly, getting up, tossing her a blanket, and going to your room. you didn’t wanna deal with this now, and hoped it was all just some fucked up dream and everything would be normal in the morning. ellie would be back to her playful self, the two of you back to being best friends. you get in your bed, too lazy to undress and take off your makeup, and drift off to sleep.

the next weeks were completely different. ellie hardly talked to you, and she was bringing more and more girls home almost every night. she stayed out until the early morning, waking you up with the moans of the girls in her bed.

it made you sick.

you hardly ever saw her, either. she’d try her best to avoid you, but the rare occasion where you’d turn a corner and bump into her only made her turn away back into her room.

regardless, you decided to have your own fun. you’ve been texting abby off and on, and the two of you only got so far as making out at parties, parties ellie was at. the two of you would make eye contact whilst your mouth was in abby’s, hers in another girl. but why should you care? she was the one avoiding you. she was the one who said you should just be friends with benefits.

you were studying when you get a text on your phone.

abs: hey, i’m throwing a kickback tn, u coming right?

you sit for a minute, wondering if this is really what you need.

y/n: ummm idk what kind

like crazy or chill

abs: chill

just a few friends

u can bring dina n jesse if u want

you contemplate, and decide it won’t hurt anything if you go. you type abby your reply and inform jesse and dina.

abs: starts at 9 don’t be late

y/n:🙄

you start getting ready, it’s only 7 so you don’t have to hurry. you decide to fuck with abby a little, and put on a tight dress she won’t be able to resist. you start on your makeup when you hear the loud moans coming from your roommates room. you try to ignore it, try to focus on your makeup, but it’s so damn loud. you stand up, frustrated, and march to ellie’s room. you raise your hand, about to pound the door and tell her to knock it off, when you hear something.

“y/n.. fuck- ugh” it’s ellie. there’s not another girl in there. it’s her making the noise. you can’t help but feel the heat rise to your cheeks hearing that. you think about breaking her door down, but you’re frozen listening to her whimpers and pleads. “fuck- put my- kids.. fuck!!”

“ellie…?” you softly knock on her door. it feels like all the sound from the world has been removed. “ellie, you okay..?”

you hear shuffling. “just- what? do you need something?” she sounds annoyed, scattered.

“i heard you saying my name i just-“

she swings open her door. she’s messy, her hair is ruffled and sweat beads on her forehead. “what do you want?”

you just sit there and stare at her in disbelief. her cheeks are a bright shade of pink and she’s slightly out of breath. her smell is intoxicating.

“i just heard you say my name and.. wanted to see what was up..” you trail off. she doesn’t say or do anything, just stares at you.

“where are you going?” she asks, as if she wasn’t just caught moaning your name.

“oh um.. abs is throwing a little get together..” you say coyly.

“and you’re wearing that?” she snaps back. why was she so upset?

“look ellie- i don’t get what your fucking problem is-“

“i’m going, let’s go.” she says bluntly.

“ellie, you’re not even invited, it’s a small thing.”

“so? i know jesse and dina too, im not gonna be your little plus one. cmon ill drive us.”

rolling your eyes and arguing with her as you follow her to her bike, she hands you a helmet. “relax, y/n. what’s she gonna do?” she hops on and you follow behind her, climbing on the bike and wrapping your arms around her. “hold on tight.”

when the two of you eventually arrived after you pleaded with ellie to stay back, abby looked pissed. the night consisted of a few drinks, dina and jesse cuddling on the couch, and eventually leading to a game of truth or dare.

you were sat right next to abby, her arm around you, and ellie across the living room. it was small, only about 20 people. you were shocked abby even allowed ellie to be here, she barely even paid mind.

“abby, truth or dare?” you hear an unfamiliar girl ask.

“dare.” she says, almost as to impress you.

“i dare you to…” she looks around for a moment. “kiss alexis.”

the room got quiet, all eyes on abby. everybody know alexis and abby used to fuck on the low, but people assumed you were with her now. abby wasted no time getting up and almost making out with her, making you annoyed and your stomach churn.

“i’ll be right back, gonna get a drink.” abby says, getting up and going to the kitchen. the atmosphere was off.

“um, yeah me too.” alexis says, running after abby. “abby, can we talk?” you hear her say in a whisper.

“umm.. okay fine, ellie then, truth or dare?” a random guy asks ellie.

“dare.” she says whilst eyeing you.

“play 7 minutes in heaven with y/n”

you shoot dina a look, and start nervously looking around the room at everyone. ellie gets up from her seat, walks over to you, and practically drags you to abby’s half bathroom, shutting and locking the door. the two of you are mere inches away, smelling the alcohol on her. you had a few drinks, giving you a little liquid courage.

you two are so close, and the air almost feels thick, hard to breathe. she’s leaning against the wall, just staring at you and waiting for you to do something.

“we doing this or not?” you say bluntly to her. immediately, she grabs your face and starts making out with you roughly, catching you off gaurd and causing a moan to slip through your lips. she pushes you against the counter and lifts you onto it, placing herself between your legs. it’s too intimate, whenever you’d pull away, the two of you would make eye contact before smashing your faces together once again. you’ve always wondered what it’d be like to be one of the girls on the other side of ellie’s door, to be the one ellie makes whimper and scream.

“what the fuck is going on in there?” you hear abby shout, followed by dozens of knocks. ellie doesn’t stop, though, and only becomes more aggressive, grabbing onto your thighs. she pulls away for a moment.

“does your little girlfriend make you wet from just a kiss?” she says, staring into you. “i can feel it against my jeans, doll.” the loud bangs from abby are drowned out and all you can hear is your guys’ breathing. “tell me, y/n. does she make you feel the way i do?”

“no, no els she doesn’t.” you pull her back into a kiss as she reaches her hand underneath your dress, and discovers you’re not wearing any underwear.

“dirty slut, you knew this’d happen huh?” she doesn’t waste time before one of her fingers begins pumping into you. “you’re mine right? tell me.” she adds another. you feel dizzy, it’s too intimate. i mean, you were here with abby, now you’re getting fingered by your best friend?

“els i…” the pounding on the door only grew louder and louder, your heart racing. her index and middle fingers pumped into you at a rapid pace, her palm grinding against your clit. you wrap your arms around ellie’s neck, pulling her closer. “this.. this is wrong..” you want to pull away, you want to shove her off and open the door for abby.

right?

“do you want me to stop, y/n?” she says before kissing along your neck. “tell me to stop and i’ll stop.” she continues to pump her long fingers into you. “do you want me to stop or do you wanna cum on my fingers while your little girlfriend is trying to rip me to shreds?”

“f-fuck… fuck- no dont, don’t stop ellie.” she uses her free hand to hold your face and forces you to look at her.

“atta girl.”

“ellie i swear to fucking god i’m gonna kick your ass!” the door is on the verge of breaking, splintering sounds coming from the door. all the tension is pushing you further and further to the edge, ellie overtaking all your senses. you’re drunk on her. every pump of her fingers into your hole and rub against your clit by her palm only pushes you further and further, and she can tell.

“y’gonna cum? cum all over my hand, cmon give it to me.” she whispers. her pace speeds up and one, two, three more pumps and you’re coming undone on her, biting her shoulder and squeezing her neck tightly to muffle your moans. “there we go, that’s my girl. my fucking pussy.” she says, working you through your orgasm. you feel like you’re in a trance, like the world stopped for a moment.

that moment ended with a loud CRACK coming from the door.

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, drinking, no smut (yet 😁)

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: WELCOME TO MY FIRST REAL SERIES! i have a lot of ideas for this cuz i love this trope dearly so buckle up! more parts will come soon. also working on a tattooartist!reader x matt series (thank you anons) that will also be out eventually. in the mean time if you have smaller/specific reqs you’d like to see, my inbox is open babies! and if u just wanna say hello or ask a question i’m here xoxo

the music booms over the speakers inside the house next door, just like it always does on the weekends (and occasionally on thursdays too). it always drives you up a wall, but tonight it’s particularly bad.

you sit up slightly in bed, absentmindedly wondering who the fuck is on aux. you’re not sure why the thought crosses your mind, but you know it’s not chris, because these picks are horrendous.

it’s already past two in the morning, not to mention it’s the middle of the week. you haven’t been able to get a wink of rest, even with your headphones blaring at full volume. usually they do the trick, but tonight’s party is relentless, demanding to be heard.

wine wednesday, you think to yourself sourly.

neither of your roommates are home; they’re both off with their significant others, somewhere that’s not here, listening to fuckface and his friends get drunk.

you’re usually pretty passive about the noise, because they provide free alcohol for you guys when you show up and typically give you notice that they’re throwing something.

but tonight it’s just too fucking much. you’re tired, and groggy, and very much so still in your silky pajama bottoms and oversized t-shirt, but you don’t give a shit.

you jam your feet into some sneakers and grab a jacket, clutching it close to your chest as you head down the stairs to the main level of your own house.

you pass the dark living room, shadows leering in the corners as you’re guided only by the light coming from the street lamps outside.

you step onto the porch and the cold smacks you in the face, breath fogging up the air. it’s the middle of january in boston, and the expanse of dead grass between your houses crunches under your feet as you tread toward the front door.

the rest of the street is quiet, aside from the party. but they’re all senior hockey players, and it’s the beginning of their last semester, so what else can you expect?

besides maybe some basic human decency every once in a while. in fact, you’re so frustrated that you’re going in without backup, and without a real plan of any kind.

for some reason, once you get up the three steps to their door, you pause to knock. as if anyone would hear you over the music, or care enough to open the door for someone who’s fucking knocking.

so you twist the handle next, and it’s unlocked. of course.

it opens to a hazey front hallway that you recognize, stairs to the left hand side, blocked off by a young-looking guy you assume is probably a freshman on duty.

the front area is full of people, pressed against the walls, chatting over the music. well, more like yelling over it.

you can smell weed, which confuses you slightly. you know none of them smoke, not during the season at least. they usually don’t let anyone do it inside the house, so it must be an allowance for a girl.

you’re already getting strange looks as you step inside, which is fair. your shorts are hidden by the length of your shirt and jacket, so you’re just legs and shoes. you’ve got no makeup on, and you didn’t check your hair before you came.

but you swallow the lump in your throat, because it doesn’t matter right now anyways.

you shift your way through the crowd, gaze skipping over the people as you finally reach the dark living room. multi-colored strobes flash, lighting up the hoards of tipsy college kids dancing on the soaked wooden floor. furniture is pushed aside to make room, though the championship banner from last year still hangs on the wall.

his eyes find you before yours find him.

he stares at you across the tops of people's heads, standing by one of the couches that’s shoved against the wall. one of his roommates, connor, is leaned back on the cushions, watching the two girls they were talking to pass a joint back and forth.

but he’s no longer focused on anyone else, because he’s spotted you across the room, and he thinks this is the most disheveled he’s ever seen you. your angry eyes lock in on him seconds later, and they narrow instantly.

you beeline toward him, right through a group of people that are half-dancing along to the terrible playlist.

he lifts his eyebrows at your attitude, but not in fear. he’s actually a little impressed. his friends are watching you warily, just as confused as everyone else who saw you walk in.

he can’t help but stare at your legs as you finally reach him, admiring how cute you look in your pajamas, pale pink bottoms peeking out underneath your shirt with every step. he briefly wonders if you’re even wearing a bra.

then you open your mouth, and the fantasy is over.

“what time is it, chris?” you snap at him, one hand balled into a fist, the other clutching your phone.

“i don’t know, but i have a feeling you’re going to tell me.” he takes a sip of his drink to try and hide his grin.

it takes a lot of self control to keep yourself from slapping it out of his fucking hand, just because of how smug he looks. you hold up the screen to his face.

two twenty-two in the morning. chris almost laughs.

“the answer is way too fucking late to be having a party on a wednesday.” you reply, bringing the device back down to rest by your thigh.

“why didn’t you come? i missed you.” he pouts.

you glance over at the people on the couch, at the girls who are still making eyes at you as they converse with connor. he’s giving you a weird look too, as if no one could possibly understand why you’re here like this.

“yeah, sure you did,” you turn back to him, “now shut this shit down before i call the cops.”

chris puts his hands up in surrender, though he knows this is an empty threat just as much as you do.

“wow, somebody’s grumpy.”

you roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “i’m serious. tell the puck bunnies to go home for the night or i’ll do it myself.”

he takes a tiny step closer, just a few inches, and yet it still seems suffocating. he looks too good, clad in a simple black tee and jeans, and he’s studying your face with the fire of a thousand suns.

“you don’t have to be jealous because other girls are here. you know you’re my number one.” chris replies easily.

even though his tone remains light, his expression is serious now. it enrages you more, that he thinks he has so much control over you.

“as if i give a fuck. i just want to sleep, so the choice is yours. police,” you wave the hand that holds your phone slightly, “or call it off.”

chris takes another sip of his drink, tipping it back so he can finish the rest of it in one foul swoop. then he nods his head, like he’s admitting defeat.

“fine. i’ll send everyone home.”

you can feel the relief creeping over you, knowing that you don’t have to actually get law enforcement involved. “thank yo—”

“on one condition.” he interrupts, and you furrow your brows.

“no conditions, chris. we’re not bartering right now.”

“come to the game on friday and we can hang out after for a bit. i’ll even give you a practice jersey to wear.” he offers, and the trademark smirk has reappeared on his face.

lights dance across his features, morphing his expression every few seconds. you just stare, because for once, you’re actually not sure what game he’s playing.

“what, can’t get a date without having to resort to blackmail?” you taunt, and he laughs.

“please, i don’t date. and i’d hardly consider this blackmail. just think of it as getting to know your friendly neighbor on a more personal level.”

there’s a humorous glint in his eye, one that’s daring you to say yes. what’s there to be afraid of? all you have to do is watch hockey, eat some popcorn from the concession stand, and deal with his attitude for an hour afterwards.

you’re still not sure what chris is getting out of this, or why he’s insisting that you need to be there, but at this point you don’t care. all you can think about is salvaging the rest of your sleep.

“alright, fine. now you have five minutes to get everyone out, and i better not hear any more shitty remixes for the rest of the week.” you point an accusatory finger at him and he shrugs, though he’s clearly content that you caved in.

“your wish is my command, princess.”

you turn on your heel to head back outside, retracing your steps from earlier as you slip through the mob. you half expect chris to follow, just because he’s annoying, but he doesn’t.

the overhead lights are coming back on now, and you can hear deep voices shouting, combined with collective groans from the crowd as they all realize they’re being kicked out.

luckily you make it out the front door first, and you jog back up the steps to your own place to get out of the cold.

you’ve only been inside for seconds when your phone buzzes in your hand.

chris

see you friday

sweet dreams ;)

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

Heartbroken - Rafe Cameron Blurb

fluff

Frat!Rafe x BestFriend!Reader

⭐ republished ⭐

+18 if you squint

📖 Based off an ask: Frat Rafe heartbroken. Wanna see him suffering a little

✨ Holy shit… I dig my heel into the ground, looking up into the night. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t you dare fuckin’ cry. ✨

She’s perfect. Fuck… Everything about her is too good to be true. She’s funny, intelligent, stunning, puts up with my shit, doesn’t try to change me. She just likes me for me.

I watch as she lifts her red SOLO cup to her lips, taking a sip. Her beautiful eyes pinch shut, nose scrunched as she tries her best not to gag. “What-” She chokes out the word through a gasp. “What the hell is this?”

“Uhh… Everclear, Hawaiian Punch, and like gin?” I chuckle.

“It’s so bad,” she laughs weakly, brushing her hand across her liquor-laced lips. I look down at her chest, catching a little dribble of booze, watching as it disappears between her tits, wondering for the nth time what it would be like to be with her finally.

Tonight. I need to make my move. We’ve been friends all semester, it’s almost over… I’ve never waited this long for anything in my life. But this is so special I don’t wanna rush. She’s everything. And tonight, she’s mine.

I step a little closer, resting my hand on her lower back pulling her in tighter to me. “Cig?”

She smiles and nods. I wrap my arms around her shoulder, leading her through the packed frat house, snaking through the mess. I catch the eyes of some of my frat brothers, the boys looking back at me with envy. How could they not?

We step through the doors onto the porch. I reach into my back pocket, snagging out a dart for her and me, watching as she pops it between her lips, following my fingers, catching the flame of my BIC. “I’m glad we could get outta there,” I smile.

“That was insane…” She chuckles as she looks at the sea of people littered on the lawn.

Just do it, Rafe.

I take a deep breath, working up the courage to ask her out. I’ve done this countless times. Why is this so fuckin’ hard? Just do it, Cameron. The fuck is wrong with you? I exhale a cloud of smoke before tossing my White Claw back, finishing it to ease my nerves.

RING. RING.

Her face brightens, causing mine to do the same, returning a little grin just seeing her smile. “Baby?” She asks. The rug gets pulled out from underneath me; my heart shattering as I hear that word on her mouth. She bites her lip excitedly, looking toward the road. “Yeah, we’re at 119 Maple Street. We can just toss your bags in Rafe’s room.” My muscles tighten as I fight back the emotion brewing in me. “Oh, Rafe. He’s just a friend. Sorry,” she laughs in my direction, slapping my chest playfully. “He’s my best friend,” she corrects herself. My gaze falls to my feet as I nod in agreement. “You’re a block away?” She squeals delightedly as she looks toward the 4-way for the Uber. “Love you too. See you in a sec!”

I stare ahead, physically unable to look at her, knowing that if I do, I won’t be able to hold it together. She has a boyfriend? She has a boyfriend that she loves? Loves… How? I reach up, brushing the tears from my eyes before she can see.

She can barely contain her excitement, running down the steps toward the car. Her boyfriend opens the cab; stepping out, his smile matches hers, the other man equally as excited to see her as she is him. The sight of all of this makes me sick.

His lips lock with hers, piercing me like a knife to the gut. Her boyfriend’s hands work down her perfect body, twisting that knife further. He’s a handsome guy… I can’t even deny it. They look good together. I’ve never seen her this happy. She’s fucking glowing: her smile, the twinkle in her eye. I’ve never seen this side of her… I wasn’t even close.

He rolls his luggage toward the frat house as the two chat and laugh. I catch the little emblem on his quarter-zip: Boston College Hockey. An athlete. He walks up the stairs, eyes locked on mine. A smirk spreads on his lips. He’s just meeting me, but he recognizes it… I’m surprised. He can see this is not how I was expecting my night to go.

“Uh, hi,” I breathe as I extend my hand, shaking his. “I’m Rafe.”

“Nice to meet you,” he responds, not even half-focused on me as he looks down at her with a smile.

“You in town for the game tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Well, to see her mostly,” he cheeses, eyeing her with the same pride I had mere minutes before as I was parading her through the house.

“Can we set his luggage in your room for now?” She asks me.

“‘Course,” I assure. Her boyfried’s hand snakes around her lower back as he leans in, whispering in her ear, making her blush. Holy shit. My chest constricts as I put the pieces together, just knowing what’ll happen behind closed doors. I’m no idiot. Those two haven’t seen each other in god knows how long… They’re gonna fuck on my bed.

“Shittt,” he groans. “I forgot my backpack.” He looks down at his phone, opening his UBER app; toggling to the chat. “Be right back,” he whispers, kissing her on the temple before walking back to the road. I look up and out into the distance, trying my best to keep my tears at bay.

I feel her hand on my arm, giving me a little squeeze. “Rafe? Is everything alright?” She asks as she looks up at me. I nod fast, contradicting my own words with my rash response.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend,” I press the words out, hearing my voice crack with emotion. Heat rises in my cheeks with embarrassment as well.

“Yeah. We just got back together like a week ago,” she breathes.

“I just… fuck. I,” I start, but the words are hard. “I thought there was something between you and I.” I feel my bottom lip wobble. I quickly fish out another cigarette, pinching it between my lips, flicking my lighter, struggling to get it to take.

‘Course there is…” She coos. “We’re best friends.”

Holy shit… I dig my heel into the ground, looking up into the night. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t fuckin’ cry. Don’t you dare fuckin’ cry.

Her boyfriend walks up the stairs, readily pulling her attention away from me. “We’ll find you later,” she ensures, tapping me on the chest before walking away. I watch as the two disappear into the mess of people, leaving me alone. Without her.

@rafesthroatbaby @gri959 @loserboysandlithium @sabrina-carpenter-stan-account @akobx @darlydixon83 @hyperfixationgirl @savayvayblr-blog @oxpogues4lifexo @rafesgiirl @sleepiibunniiii

[turcott3]

six thirty

tj hughes x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, jealousy, smut!!, fluff

positions fics masterlist

~act so possessive and crazy but i know that’s just cause you love me~

-

“baby it’s just for a project i’ll be back soon.” you say putting on your shoes.

“i don’t like the way your partner acts though. i don’t want you to go without me.”

“tj you’ll be no help. it’s for a class you’ve never taken.” you say standing up.

“i will sit there in silence.” he replies.

“why don’t you trust me?” you say crossing your arms, a little hurt at the way he’s acting.

“i do trust you, i don’t trust him.” he stresses to you.

“that’s basically the same thing.”

“okay whatever, have fun doing your god damn project y/n.” tj says walking away from you and shutting his bedroom door. you sigh, stepping out the door. you hated leaving your boyfriend angry like this but you were already running behind. you scrape the snow off your windshield as quickly as you could and drove to the coffee shop the two of you had agreed upon.

“hey.” you say walking in and sitting down.

“hey what’s up?” he says and you sit down across from him.

“yep, i shared the document with you already.”

“okay awesome.” you reply, the two of you sat working together, having great small talk over the course of the next two hours.

“so y/n.”

“hmm?” you say looking up from the screen.

“can you come look at this?” he asks.

“yeah of course.” you say getting out of your seat and sitting next to him in the booth.

“i can’t tell if this looks right.” he states, placing a soft hand around your waist. you ignored the gesture, hoping he would back off, not wanting to make it awkward.

“um yeah, id say it looks right.” you smile at him, standing up going back to your seat.

“okay perfect thanks.” he says, the two of you going silent again.

“hey y/n.”

“hmm?” you hum looking up from your screen.

“how have you been?”

“i’ve been good, how are you?”

“i’ve been great. there’s just something i wanted to ask you.” he says.

“okay?” you continue, fearing tj may have been right.

“well we have great chats and we work well together, i feel a little something between us. so i was wondering if i could maybe take you out sometime?” he asks, fully knowing you are with the hockey player. the same one you’ve been with for almost a year.

“oh uh, well i’m flattered but i can’t. i’m sorry if ive given you the wrong idea. i have a boyfriend.”

“that’s never stopped me before.” he says, shocking you to the core. you laugh nervously and shut your laptop, putting it back into your bag.

“it’s been great to get this project done but i think it’d be better if we finish on our own time, i shouldn’t be here.” you say standing up and pushing in your chair.

“okay?”

“sorry.” you say exiting quickly. you sped home eagerly waiting to get back home to tj. guilt washed over you as you got closer and closer. when you pull into the driveway, you practically sprint inside.

“tj!” you call out, seeing his door open.

“kitchen.” he says blandly and you walk in after scrambling to remove your shoes.

“project done?” he asks taking a bite out of an apple.

“kind of? sort of?”

“you were there for hours what do you mean ‘kind of?’” he says, his voice raising slightly. he was already mad and you knew what you were about to say would send him off the rails.

“i don’t know. listen, tj i’m sorry. you were right and i should’ve listened to you.”

“what the fuck did he do y/n?” he asks, his tone growing tenser.

“please don’t be upset.”

“tell me.”

“he asked me to check his work to see if it was right, so i did because it’s both of our grades and he wrapped his arm around my waist but i ignored it because i didn’t wanna make it awkward before the project was finished but then he asked me out and i said no i have a boyfriend and he goes on to say that it’s never stopped him before, so i packed my shit and i ran out of there. i’m so sorry tj, please don’t be mad.” you say, your eyes pricking with tears.

“i told you not to go without me. i told you so many god damn times and you just didn’t listen. why didn’t you listen?” he says running his fingers through his hair stressfully.

“i know im sorry, i just tried to make the best decision for me to get my work done and now i feel awful about it. im sorry.” you say finally letting the sobs escape your mouth.

“oh y/n.” he says placing the apple down on the counter and rounding the corner, his tone changing instantly, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“it’s my fault this happened. i feel horrible.” you sob.

“baby i know you meant well, you always see the best in everyone. please don’t cry.”

“its a fucking curse and it always bites me in the ass, i don’t like it when you’re mad at me teej.”you say sniffling into his chest.

“i know i know, i can’t stay mad at you honey. look at me,” he says and you pull away slightly, looking up at him with your face stained with mascara, “you didn’t expect it to happen, it’s gonna be okay. i’m sorry that i freaked out on you.” he continues softly, brushing your hair out of your face.

“you freaking out on me was justified, how stupid could i be to not listen to you? nothing good ever happens whenever you warn me and i ignore you. i don’t know why i thought this would be different.”

“you’re a good person y/n/n. you’re so sweet and pure, and you just love people. there is no shame in that. i love you, and i will always stand behind you no matter what okay?”

“okay.” you smile lightly as he kisses you on the forehead.

“come on let’s go clean you up.” he says, guiding you into his bedroom, tossing you one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers. you remove your clothes, putting his on while he turns the bathroom light on. you walk in and he has all of your night routine products sprawled on the counter.

“come here.” he says and you walk over to him. he lifts you onto the counter gently and smiles. he grabs the cotton rounds and micellar water, soaking it generously and begins to delicately wipe away the mascara that stained your cheeks.

“you should consider buying a mascara that doesn’t run so much, especially in the winter with this wind. i know it makes your eyes water, you always have little black smudges in the corner of your eyes.”

“noted.” you giggle as he kisses you on your freshly cleaned face.

“there’s my beautiful girl.” he says causing your heart to flutter. tj was a sweetheart and you never failed to melt at his kind words.

“now i’m gonna moisturize you and run us a bath yeah?” he suggests and you nod vigorously.

“okay.” he smiles, gently rubbing in the moisturizer as you shut your eyes. his care for you went beyond words.

“i’ll start the water and you grab some candles?” he says backing away as you open your eyes. you simply hop off the counter and walk back into his bedroom, grabbing all the candles you had bought for the room, which was a lot. you ran into the kitchen and grabbed the lighter, walking quickly back to the bathroom. you lit and placed candles around the room and flipped off the lights. the room was now lit dimly and intimately.

“i added lavender and bubbles.” he smirks and you laugh.

“my favorite.”

“i just know you so well.” he laughs as the two of you removed all of your clothes. as much as being naked around tj usually led to sex, you’d never been less horny. in fact you had no desire to touch him in that way, all you felt was romance, but in the purest way. he climbs into the bath, getting situated before waving you in, positioning yourself between his legs, laying your back onto his chest. he presses a light kiss to the back of your head as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence.

“i’m sorry again for yelling at you baby. it’s not right, i should never raise my voice at you.” he says wrapping his arms around you.

“it’s okay, i don’t ever wanna feel like i’m invalidating your feelings by ignoring your warnings. i hope I’ve never made you feel like i was pushing your feelings aside” you reply as you lean your head against his cheek.

“you haven’t.” he simply states, leading into more silence.

“i love you tj.”

“i love you more.” he says, nudging his head into the crook of your neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. the sexual energy in the ring going from zero to one hundred within seconds.

“baby.” you whisper as he continues, his hands find their way onto your tits, you placing your hands on top of his. your eyes shutting at the sensation that had you seeing stars. he presses one final kiss to your neck before leaning back up. his hands gliding down your torso, your hands following on top of his.

“my beautiful beautiful girl, i could never stay mad at you. not for more than a second.” he says lowly.

“i don’t deserve you.”

“yes you do, and so much more.” he says quietly kissing you on the shoulder.

“tj.”

“what baby?” he asks.

“need you.” you say simply and he sighs.

“we have all night love. i’ll show you everything you deserve. tonight is all about you.” he says interlocking your fingers.

“okay.” you smile to yourself.

“i love you.” he whispers kissing you on the cheek.

“i love you too.”

-

once the two of you drained the tub and moved all the candles to your bedroom, you laid on the bed with your robe tied loosely. tj stepped out of the bathroom, a towel hung loosely around his hips as he smiles at you.

“come here.” you beckon him over as he leans over to kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a moment before backing away slowly. he climbs onto the bed next to you, shedding the towel.

“baby.” he mutters and you roll over, your robe now untied.

“yeah?”

“you’re so gorgeous.” he smiles, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“thank you.” you reply as you shimmy out of your robe. he finds his way on top of you, his hips between your legs as he looks over you, scanning every inch of your face.

“what are you doing?” you giggle.

“just looking at you.” he smirks kissing you on the cheek.

“if i had a shot for every time you’ve made me blush in the last hour, id be dead from alcohol poisoning.” he giggle, a smile spreading on his cheeks.

“because i wanna make sure you know how much i love you.” he says, two fingers dragging through your already soaked folds.

“fuck tj.” you say arching your back as his lips find their way back to your neck, latching on like a vampire. he backs away looking at you again before looking down, lining himself up with you, pushing in slowly, forcing a moan out of your throat.

“my baby.” he says, his hand finding its way to your chest as he connects his lips to yours. his thrusts smooth and slow at a pace that was unforgiving.

“fuck that feels amazing.” you say practically in a whisper, his hands now on either side of your head, his damp hair brushing your forehead as you lock eyes. in that moment, you saw in him something you’d always known deep down. he was the only one that could love you how you deserved to be loved, even if you had your occasional differences.

“you’re so fucking perfect.” he says, attaching your lips hastily, picking up his pace slightly.

“oh fuck i’m close.” you say, your arms wrapping around his back, tightening your walls around him with each thrust.

“let go baby, let go.” he says as the pressure that had built in your abdomen fizzled away in an instant. he fucked you right through your high before spilling his own climax deep into you.

“oh my god tj.” you say breathlessly as he pulls out of you, running to the bathroom to grab a damp towel to clean you with.

“that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” you giggle as he lays down next to you.

“maybe that’s because i actually love you and i will for the rest of our lives.” he suggests.

“that might be the difference between this and my first time.” you giggle and he kisses your cheek.

“i’m sorry again for freaking out on you. i don’t know what got into me.” he says with your arm draped over his chest.

“it’s okay honey. you were worried and you had every right to be, he was sketchy. i should’ve listened to you and from now on i will never ever question your judgement. okay?”

“okay.” he smiles, kissing you softly.

“i love you.” you say smiling.

“i love you more.”

[drysdaleknieslee]

Wipe Out Pt. 3

Hiii! I'm sorry for this LATE update but you guys wanted more Luke and Lia and I hope I delivered. I hope this isn't too short but I wanted to make it as sweet as possible.

Enjoy!

Wipe Out Part 3

These past four weeks have been the best yet most chaotic weeks of my life. Our team is undefeated now and UMICH’s men’s hockey is on a heater except for five losses. Me and Luke have gotten closer despite us both having taxing schedules. I’ve been getting close with the other guys as well and their chaotic personalities.

I’m currently sitting in the library with Ollie to my left and Kayleigh to my right. Farah, Mark’s girlfriend, sits in front of me as we all stare at this stats homework as if it was a different language.

“I hope the person that decided that stats was needed in the world has a warm pillow on both sides.” Mumbles Ollie as her head is face down on the table.

“Let’s take a break,” said Farah yawning, “it does no good staring at the same problem if we’re tired.”

We all mumble a agreement as I rub my eyelids. I understand the material but boy is it vexing.

“Me and Farah will go get lunch from Tropical Smoothie, you guys want anything?” I opt for a standard strawberry kiwi smoothie and Ollie asks for a sandwich and a chocolate peanut butter smoothie.

After the girls leave it’s me and Ollie, and she’s got a devious grin on her face. “Go ahead and spit it out Ollie.” She’s the nosiest girl I know.

“How’s everything with you and Luke by the way? Anything planned after mid terms?”

I hadn’t thought about that. Me and Luke have just been in the talking stage. He still seemed interested…I hope.

“Judging from the silence I’d say nothing about it has come up?”

“No…should I ask?”

“Doesn’t hurt to ask.”

I take my phone out and open me and Luke’s chat. I don’t think he has practice today…

@Lia.li.23: hey…do you have plans after mid-terms?

It takes no time for those little text bubbles to show up.

@L.hughes_06: Me and the guys were planning on renting a lake house. The girlfriends are coming too. I was gonna ask you about it in class tomorrow.

@L.hughes_06: Ollie mentioned it didn’t she? 🙄

I cut my eyes towards Ollie to see that same devious grin on her face. She mentioned it on purpose. I rolled my eyes and smiled when phone buzzed again.

@L.hughes_06: Do you want to go? If you don’t already have plans…

@Lia.li.23: I’d love to! I don’t have any plans.

@L.hughes_06: great! Let me send you the information for the house.

He sends me the address of the Air BnB. It’s close near Ann Arbor and it’s a cozy little cabin but big enough to hold ten college kids. I hope there are enough rooms…

Luke’s POV

I was nervous about telling Lia about the lake house because we’ve been talking for a while but I’m too chicken to ask her on an actual date. And me thinking about her isn’t gonna get this econ homework done. Midterms aren’t making it any better either.

Duke and Luca are in the kitchen supposed to be making a “midterm break snack” but now I realize their using that as a ploy not to work. Only real people working is me, Rutger, and Ethan.

“Those assholes left us here to suffer” grumbled Rutger.

I’m not even staring at my computer as now I’m thinking about Lia being at the lake house and how I can possibly ask her out. She’s been to almost every one of our games as we have almost been to all of hers. But just meeting at sporting events and class doesn’t count as moving forward in a relationship. If that’s even what you call it…

“You’re not thinking about Econ my friend” said Ethan, breaking my train of thought.

“I wanna ask Leah on a date, but I’m not sure how to…”

Rutger and Ethan give each other a confused and dumbfounded look before looking at me like I had three heads. “You two gonna say something or keep looking at me like I’m stupid?”

“You’ve never asked a girl out before?”

My face heats up in embarrassment as I had to admit I’m the least experienced in the dating department.

“…No…”

“WHAT?!”

Luca and Duke finally come barreling out of the kitchen with bewildered looks on their faces.

“YOU’VE NEVER ASKED A GIRL OUT?!” I wonder how quietly and quickly I can get rid of my roommates to end the misery I caused myself.

“Next he’ll say he’s a virgin.” Said Rutger.

The room goes silent as they all stare at me. They expect me to say I’ve seen some action. I’m already on the verge of slamming my head into my laptop and having to admit this will be the 13th reason.

“Oh my god.”

“Luke, dude, your…actually a virgin?”

“I’ve done it before you?” said Luca grinning.

“That was with my sister you ass, and I told you not to bring that up around me!” said Rutger now looking disgusted on top of pissed.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll help out. The one’s with girlfriends at least” says, shooting daggers at Duke and Luca as he says it.

“I just want to be able to spend time with her outside of school stuff. Get to know her more and show that I’m serious about this.”

They all stare at me again, this time with more tenderness. They see their friend who’s so hopelessly in love it hurts. I like Lia. A lot. Since the moment I met her. Eyes big and full of wonder and fear as she has to move to a whole new state for school. And after talking to her for weeks and seeing her dedication to her sport as much as he is to hockey, he wants nothing more than to show her he’s serious.

Hours later, they finally finish studying and they advise a plan for Luke and Lia’s date.

Lia’s POV

Volleyball practice was early this morning to prepare for our last game before midterms and break. To say I’m sore is an understatement.

I walk into my econ class to spot the three stooges, Ethan, Rutger, and Luke, all in the fourth row. I always sat in front of them as they wouldn’t let me sit anywhere else. I notice something is up though, as Ethan and Rutger sit with two big Cheshire cat grins on their faces. That at 9:00 in the morning was abnormal for them.

“You’re  not high are you?” I ask as I place my bag down and sit with some difficulty.

“I wish” said Rutger, “but no. Just happy for today.”

That was cryptic. I look at Luke and he grins at me before giving me a small wave.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

“You doing ok there?”

I winced before I fully sat down. “Coach had us do an early practice” I whispered at the professor came in.

I was able to focus through most of the lecture when I couldn’t hear the three stooges behind me giggling and fussing behind me.

After the midterm started the rest was smooth sailing.  Only two more to go today and then, it’ll be break time.

After the exam, whoever finished could leave. Luke finished before me and before he passed me he whispered ‘wait for me’ before dropping off his test and walking out the door. I finished a few minutes later and got up to drop my test off before leaving the classroom. I walk outside and Luke is waiting for me, scrolling on his phone while leaning against a pillar.

“Are we gonna wait for Ethan and Rutger?”

He looks up at me at the sound of my voice and chuckles lightly. “Nah, those two are gonna take forever to finish.”

I laughed lightly and then there was silence for a second. Just half a beat of us trying to see who was gonna talk first.

“You mind walking with me for a sec? I know your legs are probably sore so we can either sit here…or I can carry you?”

I look at him surprised. “You can’t carry me Luke I’m too heavy!”

“I’m stronger than I look Lia” he said with that crooked smile. He waits for me to decide. I really don’t want to burden him, but my legs are killing me. I won’t turn down chivalry.

“Fine but tell me if you need to rest and I can walk the rest of the way.”

He just laughs lightly before getting on one knee in front of me to get on. He doesn’t have a bag with him as it’s just exams today. I hesitantly grab onto his shoulders as he moves to grab my legs before hoisting me up.

“I have my bag too Luke so please- “

“Lia, you’re not heavy. With or without your bag. Where’s your next exam at?”

You turn your head to hide your blush before mumbling, “the history building.”

He starts heading towards the history building at good pace. I’m tall but being this high feels weird. I look around the campus trying to distract myself from focusing on the felling of Luke’s hold on my legs.

It was a comfortable silence. Luke kept his firm hold on me and I held his shoulders. They were previously around his neck but he jolted me and I nearly choked him.

“Can I ask you something?” he said breaking the silence.

“Of course.”

“When is your last exam?”

“Friday. I have one before the game and them I’m free.” I was currently Wednesday. I had two exams today, one tomorrow, and the last one being stats.

“After the game, do you want to go somewhere with me?”

Oh my god he’s gonna ask me out!

I can feel him getting nervous waiting for my answer.

“I’d love that. Where do you have in mind?”

He can’t rub his neck like he usually does so he opts for stroking my leg. It’s throwing off my train of thought.

“There’s a rink, uhm, that me and my brothers usually go to when we visit her, and I wanted to know if you’d like to go with me and I teach you how to skate like me mom taught me and my brothers- “

“Luke. Breathe. I’d really like that.”

He sighs of relief, and I notice the back of his neck turning red. After the trek, we make it to the history building for my last exam of the day.

“We’ll go after the game. Dress warmly.”

I hop down from his back, and he goes to stretch as if his back was killing him. He gives me a cheeky grin before I punch him in the arm, and he actually winces with a ‘oww’.

“Don’t make you upset. Noted.”

“Bye Luke, thanks for the lift.”

“Your welcome Lia.” The way he said it while looking at me like that, he seemed like he didn’t want to leave. And frankly, I don’t want him to either. He stands with me until the professor shows to start the exam and I have to shoo him away before he misses his own exam.

It was hard for me to think about past historic events when I keep thinking about Luke’s hand on my leg and the look of longing he had before he left my classroom.

I have a date with Luke Hughes.

[sapphicmsmarvel]

beginning of how to ball and aristotle

first chapter of my new series you know how to ball, i know aristotle which is hockey player!cassian and book girly!reader

this is general headcanons and how their love story began <3

-At first, you were a puck bunny. A nerdy little puck bunny.

-And you had zero shame. Hockey players knew how to fuck. And you needed to blow off some steam. You also weren’t a fan of relationships in the slightest. 

-You were Cassian’s most trusted hook up, he didn’t show an interest in anyone really until you. To be honest, he was the only one you hooked up with. It felt weird to fuck his teammates too. 

-When you realized you were in love with him, you panicked quite a bit. You didn’t fall in love with people. You refused. 

-You freaked out enough that you just stopped answering his calls. His texts. He showed up at the house you shared with Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Viviene, Nuala and Cerridwen. The girls had to keep covering for you. 

-Eventually, Rhys and Feyre both confronted you. Rhys had said, “Y/N, he’s so miserable. His team keeps losing because he’s thinking about you constantly. Just hear him out.” 

-You knew you were being shitty so you apologized to Rhys for putting him in that position, but then you went to go to Cassian at the apartment he shared with Azriel and Rhys. 

-You kind of wanted to die but, you’d do it for him. 

-When you knocked, Cassian answered. 

-He looked like shit, but he got so happy when he saw you. 

“I’m so sorry.” Was what you started with. 

“Wanna come in?” He angled the door more open. 

You nodded, barely being able to keep your tears at bay. 

Once the door shut, you let the first tear fall down.

“Nobody else is home.” Was all Cassian said. “It’s safe to cry now, unless….you don’t want me to see. I can walk away.” 

That made you start crying harder. 

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You hiccuped, “I was so scared and I just, I didn’t know what to do.” 

“Could’ve talked to me.” He shrugged.

“I know.” You wiped your cheeks. “But, I was a coward and I ran. Because that’s what I do. Whenever someone shows genuine interest in me, I run because I can predict love stories in books, and I know whatever happens with them, I can still walk away and things won’t affect me.” 

You took the tissues he was offering you, “and I’m not used to people actually liking me, like that-” “Love.” 

“What?” You sniffed. 

“I love you. I want you to know I’m all in.” He shrugged, as if this conversation was easy. As if it was easy confessing your love to someone. 

“You shouldn’t.” “And why is that?” 

“If this past week is anything to go by.” You gestured to the air. “I wouldn’t want to be with me either.” 

“I’m willing to work on communication skills. Are you?” He asked, stepping even closer to you. 

“You still wanna give me a shot?” 

“Would you let me?” 

You nodded, more tears falling down. He smiled, “can I hug you? I’m dying here.” 

You nodded again, your voice failing you and just letting out a cry. He quickly took you into his arms. God, you missed this. His strong arms wrapping around you, his scent enveloping you. 

“I’m sorry.” You whimpered. “I’m going to love you so hard. I’ll communicate everything.” 

He let out his own soft chuckle, but you heard the tears in his voice. You two pulled away and rested your foreheads together. “I know it’ll be hard. All I ask is that you work with me.” His own tears fell down. 

You nodded, some more tears falling down your face, you wiped his away with your sleeve as gently as possible. 

“I still hate it when you cry.” He said, wiping your tears away. 

You sniffed, it sounded very gross and snotty. But he still looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world. 

-After that, and a lot of talking, you two began officially going out. 

-You had sent a text to your shared group chat and that was the announcement. Just to let folks know. 

“Hey we worked shit out. We’re together. Don't be weird about it.” Was what you sent. 

Meanwhile, Cassian sent a reaction image of someone giggling and kicking their feet. 

You heart reacted each others messages.  

Rhys responded with, “screenshotting this and displaying it at your wedding.” 

Azriel: “she said don’t be weird.” Feyre: “cuties!! also dw about rhys, he’s a lover of love”

Rhys: “easy to be when you’re my love, Feyre darling. 😘”

Nesta: “🤮. Im too ace for this shit. Congrats y/n and cass. Die rhys.” 

After laugh-reacting Nesta’s message, you both turned your phones on mute. Rhys and Nesta loved each other, they just had weird ass ways of showing it. 

-Anyway back to the headcanons. 

-This man went feral seeing you in his jersey. 

-Like after the game, fucked you in the car, with the jersey on. 

-His good luck charm is one of your hair ties on his wrist. If he doesn't have it, it’s a bad game. It’s to the point where the coach will contact you if Cassian doesn’t have a hair tie on his wrist. 

-He bench-presses you, he says he wants to keep up his strength so he can always pick you up and toss you around 

To which you responded with, “you calling me fat?” 

He smirked, “I like a woman with thighs, babe.” 

The audacity of this man. 

-He got a penalty for launching at an opposing team member who was making a derogatory comment about your figure. 

(Cassian did indeed fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day after that). 

-You accidentally became a meme when you went to his practice and just read in the bleachers for the entirety of it. 

-But you never missed a game. If it was a home game you were in the audience, if it was an away game you’d text him all your thoughts and watch it live. 

-He always went book shopping with you. He even had his own favorite bookstores to go with you too. He wasn’t much of a reader, but you got him on some audiobooks. He did enjoy history so he liked listening to those. 

-He’d carry your books around for you, pick out ones he’d like you like. He offers commentary. He loves opening smutty books and reading random passages. Sometimes you’d buy them off of that alone. 

-He would always take time off to attend book signings or festivals with you. He loved seeing how excited you got and nervous in the presence of your favorite author. 

-You two adored each other with your whole hearts, and one day, Rhys did get to showcase that text screenshot to the guests at your wedding during his best man speech. 

[luke-hughes43]

Just Friends | edwards x Luke!twin | Part 2

Here is part 2 of the Ethan fic, hope you enjoy!

Part 1 | Insta Edit

~You are Luke Hughes’s twin sister and play hockey and softball at the University of Michigan. You’re very close with Luke given that you’re twins. You are best friends with teammate, Ethan Edwards. You and Ethan were always flirty with each other but strictly friends. Since returning to campus for your second year, things between you and Ethan have been a little too flirty. One day, everything changes.~

This is Part 2. Takes place sophomore year.

September, 2022

Morgan’s POV

So today is September 9. It’s mine and Luke’s birthday. I woke up super early and jogged over to his room and knocked on it. He opens it and smiles, “Happy birthday twin!”

“Happy Birthday twin!” He gives me the biggest hug before dragging me inside. Me and him have a thing where we always want to be the first one to say happy birthday to each other on our birthday. 

We check our phones and find the happy birthday texts from mom, dad, jack, Quinn, and both teams. There’s 50 texts for both of us to go through. But there’s one in the hockey chat that catches both of our eyes:

j bone🦴🏒: party tonight at the house for the Hughes’s. 

grano🏒: party starts at 9, the birthday kiddos don’t have to bring their own booze

keato🏒: so the rest of you idiots make sure you chip in enough booze to get both of them drunk as fuck. coach cancelled morning lift so we can get hammered tonight

moyle🏒: I do need like 3 or 4 volunteers to stay sober and keep an eye on everyone and make sure people get home safe. 

chic🐥🏒: and invite all the girls that you know and have them spread the word. I don’t wanna look at you ugly fucks all night long. (except you morg)

Me and Luke both audibly laugh out loud at that text chain. So looks like I know what I’m doing tonight. I text the girls on the team about the party and tell them that they can all come, even if most of them hate me. Luke then hands me a bag and says, “Here. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks. Here’s your present. Open them together. One!”

“Two!”

“Three!”

We open our presents at the same time. I gave Luke a new watch with “born together, die together” engraved on the band and a huge block M in the middle of it. I can tell he loved it because he had a huge smile on his face. I open his gift and it’s a ring. There’s two birds on it and the band has the same thing engraved in it. I slide it on my finger and it fits perfectly. He probably asked mom for my size. I say, “Luke, this is beautiful. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He says and we hug. Dylan finally gets up and says happy birthday giving us both hugs. I say, “I gotta go. I have lift in an hour. I’ll see you tonight.”

*Later on that night*

I’m at the house for the party that J Bone, Keato, Grano, and Moyle are throwing me and Luke. Surprisingly, my teammates came. I made sure to hide any alcohol I drank just in case. I don’t trust them to not tell coach. And I’m good at playing off being drunk if I have to.

I finally see Ethan for the first time today. He hugs me and says, “Happy birthday beautiful.” That’s the first time he’s ever called me beautiful. It was nice. He whispers in my ear, “I got you something. But I left it at the house so I’ll give it to you later.” I giggle and just nod. I whisper back to him, “I’m a little tipsy but trying to hide it from my teammates. Can we dance so I can let loose a little bit?”

“Of course. Anything for the birthday girl.” He smiles and takes my hand leading me to the dance floor. As far as I know, Ethan is also drunk. I mean I smelt the beer on his breath. He’s behind me with his hands on my hips guiding them to the music. I look up at him and he looks so hot. 

I started admitting to myself a few months back that I have feelings for him. I refuse to say anything because of the team and he’s my best friend. I don’t wanna ruin that. But there’s a mysterious confidence that takes over and says, “You look hot.”

“Not as hot as you morg.”

“Stop flirting and kiss me Edwards.” He leans in and kisses me. Everybody cheers around us and goes back to doing whatever. Sparks fucking flew when he kissed me. I might be tipsy but when sparks fly, you notice and you remember. I’m glad it was Ethan kissing me and not some random guy. Everything with Ethan felt right though. He’s my best friend, but that’s all he ever will be.

January, 2023

Morgan’s POV

It was currently 7:30 in the morning. I just got out of lift and was heading to my car when I see none other than my best friend, Ethan Edwards, leaning against my door. I smile and just keep walking without saying anything. As I get closer, I see the long look on his face. Something’s up. I ask, “Ethan, what’s going on?”

“We need to talk morg.”

“Ok. Can it wait? I have class at 8 and need coffee.”

“I put a coffee in your car, and a bagel with cream cheese so that you eat. You left it unlocked and no it can’t wait. But I’ll be quick since you have class.”

“Ok, what’s going on then?”

“I can’t keep doing this anymore morg.”

I say very confused, “Doing what?”

“Pretending.” He says looking up at me.

“Ethan, what are you talking about?”

“I can’t keep pretending that what happened the night of your birthday didn’t mean anything.” He says looking kinda sad. Maybe ashamed? I can’t get a read on his emotions. “Ethan, we were drunk. It didn’t mean anything. We’re just friends. Now can you move? I have class in 25 minutes and need to change.”

He says trying to get me to stop, “I’m not done.”

“Well I have class Ethan. Can you move so I can go? We can talk after.”

I push him off my car and out of my way before driving to class. What the hell is his problem? Showing up at the end of my lift trying to tell me something important knowing that I have class directly after. Like who the hell does he think he is? The only reason I’m not upset is because he bought me coffee. That boy truly knows the way to my heart, that’s for sure.

*After class*

I get out of class and see Ethan waiting for me outside. I roll eyes and scoff as I walk by him. I hear him come after me. He says, “Morgs, wait. Please?”

“What Ethan? I’m exhausted and trying to go get my bats from your house because I left them there and I need to get cage work in. What is so fucking important Ethan?” I snap at him as I keeping walking to my car. He grabs my hand to stop me, “I can’t keep pretending that your birthday meant nothing to me morgs.”

“Ethan, let go of me. I’m not doing this with you today. I have to be at the cage with Hutch in 45 minutes and I need my bats from the house. Let go and we can talk later.”

“When is later gonna be?”

“Maybe when I’m not so overwhelmed that I want to cry all the fucking time from my six classes and two workouts and practices everyday. How’s that?”

“Morgs…”

“Don’t Ethan. I don’t have time for this right now. I’ll see you at practice.” I push by him and get in my car and drive towards the house that I live at with Ethan. I let the music take over my brain as I drive. When I get to the house, I see that Ethan is there. I mean I figured he’d go home since he lives there. He tries talking to me again though, “Morgs, please. Just give me five minutes.”

“Ethan, no. I already told you that I’m not doing this right now.” I say as I go upstairs to grab the bats that I left in my room. Luke, Dylan, Mackie, and Mark are home and watching this whole thing go down like it’s a movie. I come back downstairs and he’s standing there waiting for me. 

He says desperately, “I just need five minutes. It takes fifteen minutes to get from here to the cages and you speed so I know that you have time to spare to just listen to me.”

“I can’t do this right now. I’m way too stressed to deal with this. I promise we can talk later.” I say as I grab 3 red bulls and head towards the door brushing by him. He yells after me as I approach the door, “Morgs, I’m trying to tell you that I’m fucking in love with you.”

Everybody in the house stops what they are doing, including me. 

“I’ve been trying to tell you for a while. I’ve known since we kissed on your birthday. Actually, I think I knew before that. None of that matters now, morgs I’m in love with you.”

“Ethan, you can’t just drop that bomb on me when I’m walking out the door because you feel like it. That’s not fair.”

Ethan exclaims, “Oh no, don’t throw this on me. You don’t get to do that. I’ve been trying to tell you all fucking day. I’ve been trying to tell you for like a month. You’ve been blowing me off.”

“Ethan there’s a reason for that. I’m a two sport athlete trying to juggle preseason training, mid-season training, practice, games, and a heavy course load so I’m sorry that I’ve been a little flakey lately.” I sigh after I get that out. 

“Did you even hear what I said? Do you even care?”

I yell back, “Of course I fucking care Ethan. I’ve been a little stressed lately so excuse me that being in love with my best friend is on the back burner and isn’t my first priority right now.”

“Are you even listening to yourself right now? I don’t care that you have class, and practice, and workouts that take up most of your time. I don’t care about anything of that because I get it. You forget that I’m an athlete too, sorry not all of us are two sport athletes Morgan.” He snaps, like actually snaps. 

I hear Luke mutter, “oh fuck.” I look at Ethan with daggers. I take a deep breath so that I don’t actually kill him. “I’m not doing this Ethan, especially not if we’re just gonna scream at each other. I have stuff to do. I’m not talking to you until we’ve both cooled down so that neither of us say something we regret.” I say and walk out not giving him a chance to say anything. I sit in my car and cry for a few minutes before going to my cage session.

*At the Cages* 

I’m taking my frustration out at the cages with Hutch. This is the only time of day that I get to hit since we have afternoon hockey practice and I have class in the morning. I confide in this woman like no other. She knows all about hockey and everything with Ethan. She takes notice that I’m hitting everything a lot harder than usual. She asks, “What’s going on kiddo?”

“Nothing. I’m just exhausted. I forgot what preseason is like.”

“Morg, I know something is wrong. We’ve been at this for an hour so let’s take a break ok?”

“I’m fine coach. I don’t need a break. This is the only time of day I have to work on softball so can we please just hit?”

“If you think I’m gonna let you practice like this then your crazy. I know something is wrong. So sit and talk. Now.”

I take a breath and sit down on a bucket with her. I take this time to catch my breath since I was definitely overexerting myself. She asks, “morgs, honey, what’s going on?”

“Me and Ethan kinda blew up at each other today. Badly. We’ve never done that before. And I’ve been flakey with him for like a month too.”

“What’s going on with you and Ethan?”

“He told me that he’s in love with me.”

“Oh. Morg, you’ve been in love that boy for a very long time, why did you get upset at him telling you?”

“How much time you got?” I say and we both laugh. She chuckles saying, “More than you.” That causes us to laugh even more knowing that she’s right. I ask, “Do you really wanna know?”

“I just want you to be ok. Or as ok as a two sport collegiate athlete can be. If that means sitting on a bucket and talking about the boy that you’ve loved for a long time then yea I wanna know.”

“He showed up after lift this morning. Saying how he couldn’t keep pretending that what happened the night of my birthday meant nothing to him.”

“What happened?”

“We kissed. We were drunk, but I didn’t tell you that, and we just kissed. We both had blamed it on the alcohol not wanting to ruin the friendship or anything. And yea I was a little heartbroken but I knew that’s what needed to be done so it was whatever. I brushed him off and told him that we could talk later because I needed to get to campus because I had class.”

“Good. I always tell you girls, never let a boy get in the way of your studies or your softball.”

“Trust me, Ethan won’t, and he knows that. Anyways, when I get done with class he’s waiting for me outside the building. And tries talking to me again. I would’ve been able to avoid talking to him but I left my bats at the house like an idiot.”

“Why were they at his house?”

I explain, “I live there too. None of the girls wanted me at the softball houses so I live with my brother and his friends. I wanted to live with Luke anyways.”

“Fair enough. I take you ran into him at the house?”

“That’s an understatement. Like I knew he would be there because he lives there too but I figured he would drop it because I was very adamant that I didn’t wanna talk to him at the moment. He dropped the bomb as I walking out the door. And I guess I just lost it.”

“What do you mean lost it?”

I smile, “I basically screamed at him. I was so mad, he literally yelled that he was in love with me in front of the whole house as I was walking out the door to come here. He said that he had been trying to tell me for a while or something. So I snapped back at him about how he can’t just drop a bomb on me like that when I’m walking out the door. And how it wasn’t fair.”

“I‘m gonna go out on a limb and say that it didn’t sit well with him?” She said. I chuckles and shake my head no. I say, “God no. That made it worse I think. He yelled back how I don’t get to turn it around on him since he’s been trying to tell me for a month but that I’ve been blowing him off.”

“Well, have you been blowing him off?” She inquires.

I say, “Well yea, but not because of that. I’m two sport athlete and I’m trying to juggle training for two teams, a heavy course load, and hockey games. Plus I’m on track to graduate early from my high school AP credits so there’s just a lot on my mind. It’s not that I want to blow him off and be flakey towards him, I’m just overwhelmed with everything right now. He accused me of not caring Hutch. Like how do I not care? If anything, I care too much.”

“I know. And I’m sure he knows too. It’s Ethan Edwards we’re talking about. He knows you care. He knows you better than Luke does. He knows you better than you know yourself. He probably just said it in the heat of the moment with emotions running high.”

“I mean yea but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. Like, I’m obviously in love with him but with everything else going on in my life, being in love with my best friend is on the back burner. I just haven’t had the time or energy to think about it. Especially because even though I was drafted with Luke, I want my degree before going pro. I want both of them. Because I want a masters in athletic training. So I need to think about grad school now too. There’s just so much on my plate and he’s just not a priority anymore.” I say letting the stress prevail in my tone.

“Maybe that’s why your so stressed.” She says.

“What do you mean?”

Coach explains, “Last season, even with all the drama, you were the happiest I’ve seen you. And I think that it had a direct correlation to Ethan. I had Alex keeping me in the loop last year, and this year McKenna. Anytime you were pissed at Ethan your general mood and attitude were different. Even your game was different. You had some of your best games when you and Ethan were on good terms. You need him Morg. More than you want to admit, and I know that it’s scary, but you need that boy in your life.”

“I know, but it’s so hard. And he called me Morgan coach.”

Her face drops, “Oh.”

“Yea. He’s never, ever called me Morgan. Luke doesn’t even call me Morgan. So now I don’t know what to do.”

“Ok, I’m calling it for the day.” She says standing up.

“What? Why?”

“Because you are in no condition for this and that’s ok. Go home, talk to him, and get your mind right. The only way you’re going to succeed on the ice, on the field, and in the classroom is if you talk to him and get your head on straight. I’m serious go home and talk to him.”

“Ok. I’ll see you tomorrow morning for lift.” She smiles and nods and we just pick up the balls in peace. I grab my stuff and get in my car driving off towards my brothers house. I text Luke:

me: is he home?

moose🫎: yea.

moose🫎: morgy, what the hell happened?

moose🫎: I mean I was there and witnessed it but what the hell happened?

moose🫎: and are you ok?

me: honestly Lukey, I have no clue what happened.

me: is he ok?

moose🫎: no. he hasn’t left his room. 

moose🫎: scratch that. he just came down for food. pls fix this

me: I’m on my way to do that. pls stall him.

I drive to their house as fast as I can. I’m definitely driving too fast but that’s fine. It’s not important right now. I take a deep breath before getting out of the car and then take another deep breath before going inside. I see Ethan in the kitchen talking to Luke. I say to Ethan, “Can I talk to you?”

“Are you just gonna yell at me? Because if you are then no. I’m not just gonna be your punching bag because your stressed, that’s not fair to me.”

“I’m not gonna yell at you.”

“Then yea, we can talk.”

Luke excuses himself and goes to the living room where the rest of the house is. They’re probably there to watch this train wreck go down. My hands are definitely shaking right now. Ethan takes my hand to stop the shaking, “hey, what’s going on?”

“Ethan I’m so sorry about earlier.”

“It’s ok, morgs. I said some things that I probably shouldn’t have too.” He squeezes my hand. 

“No it’s not Ethan. I shouldn’t have said any of what I did. I shouldn’t have accused you of just dropping it on me like that when I know it’s not true. And I’m sorry that I’ve been flaking out and blowing you off recently.”

He pushes the hair out of my face and says, “Hey, it’s ok. I know that you have a lot on your plate. I’m sorry for saying that you don’t care. I know that you care, it was a heat of the moment thing and I didn’t mean it at all.” 

“No, it’s not ok Ethan. Just because I have a lot going doesn’t mean I get to blow my best friend off and take all the stress out on you. I’m sorry for that. I need you, Ethan. I need you and I don’t wanna push you away.” I say crying at this point. 

Ethan pulls me in for a hug and lets me cry into his chest. He pulls away and wipes my tears. He looks in my eyes and says, “You could never push me away. I need you too. Ok? And I love you. So much.”

“I love you too Ethan.” 

He leans down and kisses me. I feel the same sparks that I did 4 months ago on my birthday. They’re obviously good sparks. We kiss for what feels like forever before we both hear Luke say, “Alright, alright. That’s enough. I get that you guys are in love but that’s still my twin.”

“And you’re afraid of her, I’m not.” Ethan shoots back with a raised eyebrow. I giggle and Ethan pulls me into him. I hug him and he holds me like that. Ethan looks at his phone and then says, “Ok, we’ll be upstairs. See you losers later.”

“Door open Edwards. I’m too young to be an uncle.”

“I’ll be sure to relay the information to McKenna that your too young to be a dad so you don’t wanna have sex with her.”

“At least wear protection.”

“Gross dude.” Ethan says pulling up the stairs. He leads me into his room and closes the door behind him. I giggle at that, knowing Luke is gonna go crazy. Ethan lays on his bed and pulls me with him. Once we both get comfortable he says, “Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Why you are so stressed that you’re pushing me away?”

“Ethan…” I say trailing off. 

“Baby, I knew you were getting stressed but I was trying to let you deal with it. The guys noticed too. What’s going inside your pretty little head?”

“Between preseason softball workouts, midseason hockey stuff, school shit, games, having to practice on my own for softball, all that drama within itself. And I’ve been thinking about grad school too. There’s just so much going on.”

“Instead of pushing me away, put some of that on me.”

“I can’t do that Ethan.”

“I’m asking you too morgs. At least the stress from hockey. Let me deal with that to lighten your load a little bit. Please baby, I’m worried about you.” Ethan says with a sigh. He rubs circles on my back too. I have to say, I missed this. I missed him. I missed us. I give into him, “Fine. But only hockey.”

“Good. And I’m sorry for calling you Morgan.”

“It’s ok.”

“Hey morgs?”

“Yea?”

“Does this mean that you’re my girlfriend now?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Do bears shit in the woods?”

I giggle, “then yes. I’m your girlfriend.” He smiles and kisses me, like million times. It’s cute how excited he is. Like a kid in a candy store. He pulls me on top of him into a bear hug. He rolls us over so that he’s on top and then kisses me passionately. He smiles, “Now I get to show you off to the whole world as my girlfriend.”

“Well, Ethan Edwards my boyfriend, has a much better ring to it than oh we’re just friends.”

“Good. Now about the team?”

“Um, I don’t care. I mean our whole class knows that we’re together now so it really doesn’t matter. And I’m sure coach has had his suspicions for a while so it doesn’t matter.”

“Ok.” He said and kissed me again. We stay cuddling in his bed until practice. 

May 2023

Today was the day we were playing UCF in the regional final in Florida for the NCAA tournament. To say that you were nervous was an understatement. Since both the Devils and the Canucks weren't in the playoffs, my whole family was here. Mom, dad, Quinn, Jack, and Luke. I mean, Luke was gonna come regardless, he’s my twin so obviously he’d be here.

Today could be the last game of the season if we lose. I obviously don’t want to lose. The whole team pulled up to Orlando for this, making a headline on ESPN. Straight up. The headline was: “Michigan ice hockey team seen getting rowdy in support of their female teammate who is also a member of Michigan softball at the NCAA Regional Tournament down in Orlando.” Apparently they interviewed like Luke, and Nolan, and Ethan, some of the guys. It was kinda cool. I was glad to have them because they keep me calm, cool, and collected.

Especially Ethan. Ever since we started officially dating in January, everything has been smooth sailing. Which I’m happy about, especially since Luke isn’t going back to AA next fall. He’s signed a rookie contract with the Devils and is moving in with Jack. Good luck to Luke on that.

Anyways, back to the game. Today is do or die. I’m catching and batting third. Like I have done all season as long as I was healthy. I had some back issues and knee issues flare up while I was playing both hockey and softball at the same time. But I’ve been relatively fine since hockey ended. I was probably over working myself.

It’s the like 5th inning or something and I’m up to bat. I hit a hard line drive to the outfield and run to first. I turn to go to second when I feel something click in my knee and it buckles. I instantly fall in pain but crawl back to first. I’m not costing us an out. We call time and the trainer gets me up and off the field.

“What happened?”

“I rounded first and there was a click, it buckled, and then there was a lot of pain.” I say trying not to cry. The trainer says a bunch of things but I’m not listening. I do hear him say, “it could be ACL. Not gonna know the full story until you get back to michigan and get an MRI. For now, here’s a brace and crutches. Ok?”

“Ok.”

“Can I get you anything?”

“Just my phone and maybe some gatorade please?”

“Yea.” He leaves the room and comes back five minutes later with my phone and some gatorade for me. “Unfortunately, since this isn’t our facility, I can’t let anyone down here to be with you right now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok. Thank you.” He nods and walks out of the room. I immediately let my tears flow. It hurts a lot. Almost as much as when I blocked my brother’s slap shot with my chest and couldn’t breathe. I open my phone and text Ethan:

me: I need you to walk away from my family, more importantly my brothers, and call me. please Ethan!

eddy❤️: ok.

After about two minutes, I get a FaceTime from Ethan. I answer it and he immediately asks, “Are you ok baby?”

I shake my head no, “No. It’s my knee.”

“I figured. Do you know what’s wrong?”

“No, he said that we aren’t gonna know anything until we get back home. How is everyone?” I ask trying to change the subject.

“Freaking out. That’s not important, how are you?”

“Not good. I’m scared and in pain.”

“I’m sorry beautiful. They can’t let me down there can they?”

“No. Since it’s not Michigan facilities they can’t even let my parents down here. It sucks. Because they are still playing so I’m all alone.”

“I’m here. I know I’m not physically with you but I’m right here. Do you want me to get Luke?”

“God no. I just need you Ethan.” I say and start crying. I can’t be alone right now and I wish he could be here. God I need my boyfriend right now. He says, “Hey, morgs it’s ok. You’re gonna be ok. Baby, look at me.” I look at him through the phone and he says, “I need you to breathe for me. Just take slow, deep breaths. Like the ones I make you do before State games. You’re ok.”

I take the deep breaths like he tells me to and I feel a little better. At this point the trainer came back in with Hutch. I say to Ethan, “I got to go Ethan. The trainer and my coach wanna talk. I’ll see you and don’t tell anyone you talked to me.”

“Ok, I love you and you’re gonna be fine.” He smiles and winks. He hangs up before I get to say that I love him too. Hutch and the trainer smile when they realize I was on the phone with Ethan. Hutch says, “We lost 9-4. I’m sorry kid. The season is over. We’re heading back to school tonight. I know that you’re family is here, so you own’t have to return with us if you don’t want.”

“I’m gonna talk to my mom first.”

“Ok. I understand. And I understand if you want to go home with your family. Hey, it’s gonna be ok kid. We’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks Coach. And thanks for a great season.” She nods and pats my back before heading out. She knows that I don’t want any of the girls in here. I can’t deal with all of that right now. The trainer says, “I talked to the UCF staff. They said I can let 3 people down here. Who do you want me to get?”

“My mom, Luke, and Ethan.” He nods and walks out of the training room. I focusing on breathing and calming myself for when they come in. After like 10 minutes my mom, Luke, and Ethan come walking in. My mom instantly hugs me. And then Luke, and then Ethan. He probably holds me the longest.

My mom asks, “Ok, what did the trainer say?”

“He said that he doesn’t really know what it could be and that I need to get it looked at back home.” I say with a half smile. My mom takes a deep breath and says, “Ok. Our flight back leaves tonight, so I don’t know when the team is leaving but we can get you a ticket and figure something out.”

“The team is also leaving tonight so I’ll just go with them.” She nods and says, “I’ll give you guys a few minutes. Feel better honey and let me know about the flight and stuff.” I nod and then Ethan comes over and really hugs me after. Like a bone crushing hug. But it’s fine because I started crying when he hugged me so this hug is hiding my tears. 

He pulls away and wipes my tears. He smiles and says, “We’re gonna figure this out baby. I promise. Together.” I nod and pull him back in to hug him. He lets go and moves so that Luke can hug me again. Luke says, “Hey, it’s ok. I got your back. We got this, together. You’re my twin, and the Hughes Twins are tough as nails. Born together?”

“Die together. Thank you Luke. I love you.”

“I love you too morgy. Let’s get you home yea?” I nod and then we head out. Ethan helps me carry everything to the team bus and stuff. He hugs me and says, “I’ll see you in Michigan, I love you baby.”

“I love you too Ethan.” I kiss him before getting on the bus with the team. I put my headphones in and close my eyes and drift off to my own little world. This is about to be the worst summer ever, possibly longer.

[needurattenti0n]

PUT YOUR AGE IN BIO OR BE BLOCKED //

Hi, I’m Spark !!! I’ll be posting nsfw content here, so if you’re a minor GET OFF MY PAGE ;

as well as over on my Twitter with the same username. I used tumblr back in the day but am venturing back

About me !!

Names Spark , I gladly accept ANY pronouns (:

25 yrs , Canadian , switch but pretty submissive. I’m lovingly taken so any chats are strictly platonic and me being friendly. DMs are open for buyers, & mutuals. Feel free to ask any questions! I love anons :)

I love reading, fantasy is my thing but I’ll read anything that peaks my fancy. Lover of animals, especially cats. Huge hockey nerd. I occasionally game but it’s usually chill stuff or the sims. Love a simulation game. Big ol’ stoner, as I live with a disability it’s a huge help for chronic pain, anxiety , etc.

Currently this is how I’m supporting myself, so tips are very appreciated. I don’t do this for free!! my throne is linked below if you wanna help out; all is appreciated even the small things! Ask for my menu if you’re actually interested in more of my content. Must age verify !!

My kinks under the cut - TW

- bdsm, love spanking & pain play in general + restraint

-somno & free use

-daddy/mommy kink (already have a v loving daddy)

-praise & sometimes degradation (lovingly)

-anal , anal training

-cum denial / overstim

-oral fixation , hand fixation , lover of butts

-some monster fuckery

-pet play!! just a lil pup

Hard Limits:

scat, ageplay, raceplay, r*pe, kidnapping, & drugging kinks are all no’s for me. You do you! These are my limits.

DNI if you’re a terf, bigot, racist, or a minor , you don’t belong on this page.

[late-to-the-party-81]

One of the guys

AN: Yet another ask that's been a long time in the answering. My new year's resolution is to be quicker with these things! Hope you like some baffled Bucky, Em.

Unbeta'd ramblings

Masterlist

Relationship: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: Approx 700

CW: None - it's Fluff

“So, if you really want to compare the Mark 3 and the Mark 4, you gotta look at the injectors, because more efficient fuel transference means more horsepower…”

Your friend Rory was chatting to Bucky about his favourite subject. Cars. Bucky was trying not to let his eyes glaze over.

“Do you think we ought to rescue him?” You leant over, and stage-whispered into Kate’s ear. The dark-haired archer covered her giggle with her hand, but both of you caught Bucky’s slight side glance toward where you were both sitting, enjoying your cocktails. 

You’d decided to hold a cook-out for your birthday so there was a mix of all of your old friends, and all of the new friends you’d made through Bucky.

Growing up you’d had more male friends than female, a cabal of honorary brothers, so you’d always known that when you finally settled down your boys would have to at least partially haze your chosen partner, and then once accepted he would be absorbed into their group, whether he wanted to be or not.

‘Love me, love my bros.’

When you’d first introduced them to Bucky they’d been sceptical. You couldn’t blame them. Firstly, he was actually the only boyfriend you’d made ‘run the gauntlet’ so they knew you were serious. Secondly, it was James ‘Bucky’ Barnes. A man born in 1917, held hostage, tortured and brainwashed into committing heinous crimes for decades, before breaking free, becoming a fugitive, and then, finally being deprogrammed and pardoned. There was a lot to unpack there.

However, it seemed that he’d passed whatever test they’d put him through, because as soon as they’d arrived today, Rory, Jerome, Lee and the others stumbling out of an SUV, they’d practically kidnapped Bucky away from you and the rest of the Avengers.

And bless your guys, it was sweet. They wanted to include Bucky in all of their conversations about cars, computers, hockey and football. He could join in, obviously. He wasn’t completely clueless about those topics, but having grown up in the Great Depression, those sorts of things hadn’t been the focus of his youth. A different time, a different place.

“I saw a flying car once.”

“Bro! Really?” Rory stopped his rambling at Bucky’s statement and you felt the smile creep over your lips.

“Yeah, the 1944 World Expo. Howard Stark was showing off the car of the future. It was shiny and red. Oh I wanted a car like that, so bad, even if the prototype had a few bugs.  Still pissed when I found out that neither Howard or Tony had been able to make it a reality.”

“So this Expo was full of, like, futuristic shit?”

You watched them over your sunglasses, the boys all leaning in now, hanging on Bucky’s every word.

“Well, for 1944 it was definitely futuristic. But if you really want to talk futuristic, you gotta know about some of the tech they have in Wakanda.”

For emphasis, Bucky straightened out his left arm, wiggling his fingers and your friend’s mouths all dropped open as they watched the plates shift and heard the servos whir.

“You gotta tell us about Wakanda, man.” Jerome pushed himself slightly forward. “I can’t believe you’re tight with the royal family. Is Princess Shuri as hot in real life?”

Uh-oh. You winced internally. Bucky just raised an eyebrow, before speaking again.

“You know how you guys feel about Angel-face over there? About how if I’d disrespected her you’d all try to take me apart? Well that’s how I feel about Shuri. So you wanna ask me another question?”

Jerome had the good grace to look embarrassed and suddenly find a burning interest in his shoes. There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Lee leant forward.

“They’ve got some kind of Mag-lev trains haven’t they? Faster than the Japanese ones?”

You let out the breath you’d hadn’t even realised you’d been holding, as Bucky’s mouth broke into a broad grin. 

“Anyone got a pen and paper. I’m gonna need to do some visual aids for you chumps.”

They all broke out into peels of laughter and you turned back to Kate.

“Scratch that. I think he’s gonna be just fine.”

Taglist: @christywantspizza @jobean12-blog @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky @tuiccim @sidepartskinnyjeans @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @krissy25 @bodeckersdiamonddoll @goldylions @ohsymphony @luxeavenger @wheezy-stucky @doasyoudesireandlive @seitmai @poppunksnowwhite

[schemmentisjacket]

Chapter 10 - Sad Cowboy pt 1

‘That was real nice hun, and I don’t say that about just anyone’s cooking, ask Janine.’ Melissa said, pushing her empty plate away and taking a drink from her ice water. ‘A glass of wine would have gone down nicely too.’

‘Maybe next time. When you’re not concussed. I’ve got some nice stuff in the wine fridge. Shall we move to the lounge? I’ll wash the dishes later.’

‘Really treating me,’ Melissa chuckled, the medication was beginning to kick in and the pain in her head subsiding, a light warm feeling coming over her instead.

They headed into the living room, a large clean room, a plush corner sofa with a coffee table in front, a reasonably sized tv, nothing crazy, an acoustic guitar on a stand and a couple of pieces of art on the wall.

‘Do you wanna watch something or just have some music playing and chat?’

‘Are you going to play for me?’ Melissa asked cheekily as they sunk into the comfort of the sofa. Melissa pulling her legs up and tucking her feet underneath to the side. Charlie leant back in the corner section that was almost a chaise lounge, legs stretched out in front of them.

Charlie blushed the tips of their ears turning red, ‘How about I tell you more about myself? You seemed interested earlier?’ They said deflecting the question.

Pulling out their phone, some quiet music began filtering into the room, filling it with soft country.

‘You really like country music huh?’

‘So I grew up on a ranch up north. A pretty successful family one. I was in college studying when my parents and grandparents were in an accident on the way back from a vacation. I’d never really had an interest in taking over the family business, so they had plans in place. The business was sold, but all the employees stayed on as part of the deal. I didn’t want anyone to lose their jobs or livelihoods. I kept a small cabin down by the forest and lakes that belonged to my grandfather’s family. Then once I’d finished my studies I started looking for places to live. Philly has a lot of stuff I like, hockey, food, a little taste of the city without being too crazy. The neighbourhoods that need help also remind me of home. There’s wealth but also those less fortunate. It’s not pity. It’s just wanting to help those how I can, I remember being different and not always meeting societies expectations. If that makes sense.’

Melissa smiled, tilting her head sideways against the back cushion of the sofa to look at Charlies profile, ‘I’m real sorry you lost everyone. Sounds like you picked something that called to your heart.’

Charlie avoided eye contact, but Melissa could see the misty look take over their eyes. ‘I don’t think I’ve ever really opened up to someone about it all.’

‘Well thank you. For telling me. Usually most people are intimidated by me. I mean usually thats the vibe I give off. But with you I guess you gave off some intrigue. All hidden and secretive.’

A watery laugh came from their mouth, ‘I don’t cover up like that outside of work. I guess I wanted to make a good impression and seem professional. Especially with you know Barbara being religious and stuff like that.’

Melissa let out a bark of laughter, ‘Barb ain’t that strait laced. Hell you should meet sea barb sometimes. She comes out at Pesca. She’d probably be more upset you thought you couldn’t be yourself around her.’

‘I’ll think about it,’ Charlie hummed, ‘I get worries people will get the wrong impression of me, that I’m some sort of wrong un or thug.’

‘When you’re just a sad little cowboy.’

‘Yes Ma’am.’

[lukemfhughes]

’What is jack gonna say?’

Hughes sister x trevor zegras

Words: 980

Note: i have been writing this on christmas holidays so there might be some mistakes. Also remember that english is not my first language

When jack played at us ntpd his friends were a lot around your house. Also alex lived there what caused your familys house to become their hang out spot. Even when you were jacks twin and people thought that jack would not accpect you hanging out with his friends, he didn’t mind.

One night when the boys were hanging out in your basement, you were also home. You were upset cause you failed your math exam. Then at your hockey practise you stopped mid drill cause of knee pain. Now you were in your bed, staring at the window. Then your phone light turned on, it was a text from jack

From: Jack👶🏼

- wanna come to hang out w us to the basement?

To: Jack👶🏼

- nah i’m tired

From: Jack👶🏼

- ok then

You turned the phone off and decided to take nap.

An hour later you woke up to someone knocking your bedroom door. ”Come in” you say and sit up. ”Sup, we are gonna order some food, do you wanna?” Jack says as he opens the door. You nod and hop out of the bed following him to downstairs.

”y/n!” Alex yells as you step down from the last stair. You laugh at him and pull him for a hug. ”So what are we gonna order?” You ask and sit down to the couch. ”Pizza?” Jack asks. Everyone nods as agreement. You hadn’t even thought that who was in the room, you look sround and see, jack, alex, cole, trevor, matt and beech. You catch johnnys eye and he smiles and waves at you. You wave back at him. You feel someone looking at you but you don’t realise who. ”y/n!” You hear alex whisper from next to you. You look at him. ”Yeah?” You ask. ”Z is staring at uu.” He mumbles. You whip your head to the direction where trevor is sitting and see him looking at you. He suddenly realises that he is staring and turns his head away.

”Weird.” You mumble. ”Maybe he likes youu?” Turcs whispers. ”Dude he literally hates me.” You say back. ”No he doesn’t.” Turcs says and gives you an look. ”The why does he always only say bad things of me, why does he laugh when i fail, he basicly just bullies me.” You whisper. The thought of all the bad things he have said of you make your eyes fill with tears. ”I’m gonna use the bathroom.” You say and get up. You run into the closest bathroom. ’Why are you crying, you aren’t a loser.’ You say to yourself. You wipe your eyes carefully with toiletpaper so your mascara wont look messy.

You walk back to the same couch and sit down. ”The pizza should be here in a min.” Jack says and pulls his wallet out. You nod at him and lean to the couch while scrolling on your phone. ”He is doing it again.” Turcs whispers. You look at trevor and wave your hand and raise your eyebrows as a way to ask why he is looking at you. He just looks away and pretends like it never happend.

When the pizza arrives, everyone is eating and chatting together. ”No but ovechkin is good but crosby’s better.” Jack says to the converstation of who is the best hockey player. ”They are so old!” Trevor shouts from the other couch. You chuckle at it. He looks at you like it would have been the first time when you laugh at something he says. You can see him biting back a smile.

Later that evening when you and the boys have had been hanging at the basement for hours, you got hungry again, you went to get snack from upstairs.

You were standing at the fridge looking for something to eat. You grab a coke and close the door. Only to see trevor behind it. ”Holy fucking shit!” You shout as you hold your chest. ”I just got an heart attack, why are you sneaking around?” You look at him. ”I wanted to talk to you.” He says. ”Ok? Of?” You say and open your can of coke. ”Earlier tonight you got up from the couch to go use the toilet… you looked like you were crying.” He says gently. You lock eyes with him for a sec. ”I don’t know what are you talking of.” You say and take a sip.

”C’mon y/n, i’m just worried.” He says and steps closer. ”fine, turcs said that you were staring at me so i looked your way and saw that it was true. Alex said that you might like me, and i said something like ’trevor literally hates me, he laughs when i fail, he bullies me’ so the thought of somethings what you have said made me feel more sad than i already was.” You answer and stare down to your hands. ”Oh y/n…i could never hate you.” He says and takes hold of you hands. ”I was staring at you cause i like you, and the teasing, it was also cause i like you.” He whispers. Your mouth is open, you didn’t see this coming.

”So you, trevor zegras, like me?” You ask. ”No, i love you.” He says and cups your cheeks to pull you for a kiss. You immediately kiss him back and your hands fly to the back if his neck.

”Wow.” Is all you both say when you pull apart. ”So does that mean thay you didn’t reject me?” He asks. ”Well you have to take me on a date first, then i will think about it.” You say and smile at him. ”What is jack gonna say?” Trevor asks. You are about to answer. ”I’m gonna say that as long as you don’t hurt her she can date you.” You hear jacks voice from the kitchen doorway. You smile at him as thanking.

[peachhcs]

about me & my blog!

i’m 20 & a junior in college! i started writing for fun a long time ago (back in wattpad, yikes 😳) and i started on tumblr a few years ago. i love writing in my free time & i would really love to be more active on here and make new friends + mutuals! :))

i’m majoring in psychology with a minor in english literature.

i like writing about anyone who i have a hyper fixation on (as we can tell by my range of characters on my masterlist)

my requests are usually open & hopefully i’ll get to them when i’m not busy doing schoolwork! 🌝 so send me asks or even if you wanna chat!

rules for my blog:

i’m open to writing about pretty much anything within reason. if you’re unsure, always feel free to send me a dm and ask if i’ll write it :))

be kind & inclusive to everyone on here. i want everyone to feel welcome and not be afraid to interact with one another!

rules for asks:

i’m open to chat or just sending requests for any of the stories i’m working on that you want to see more of! as of right now it will probably be the will smith hockey au i’m writing. just remember to be patient as i do have schoolwork before writing :)

here is my main masterlist to check out the characters i’ve written for so far!

love you all! 🤍🤍

[birgittesilverbae]

dads: libby's first breakup oh the teenage angst

"Hey, MJ," Mary says, leaning out into the garage. "Your dad just called wondering if you'd stopped by." 

Libby pushes her helmet up onto her forehead and takes a swig of water from the bottle resting on top of the net before responding. "What'd you tell her?"

"That you're here talking shop with Shan."

"Talking so much shop," Shannon agrees, flipping the puck up onto her stick blade and pulling it back and forth through the air in front of her with increasing speed. "All shop, all the time. Right, Libs?"

Mary rolls her eyes but can't keep her fond grin off her face. "Do you wanna have a chat about why you're actually here," she continues, turning her attention back to Libby, "or should we keep pretending you haven't been crying?"

Libby's shoulders sag. "You're not gonna let me choose the second option, are you?"

"If you wanted emotionally-stunted, you should've gone home. Come help me with dinner."

"Fine." Libby nods sullenly. "Fine. Thanks for shooting on me, Shan, and for the talk. I'll be in once I've got my pads off."

"Don't take too long," Mary cautions, and heads back into the kitchen. 

Shannon joins her a few minutes later, when she's got ingredients arrayed on the counter. She hugs Mary from behind, hooks her chin over her shoulder, kisses her cheek. "Be gentle with her," she says as Mary leans into her touch.

"I'm always gentle."

"I know, babe, but on this especially. She's very Bea in how she's going about it."

Mary clicks her tongue. "If that isn't the most concerning thing I've heard tonight. You sure you don't want to handle this?"

Mary can feel the stretch of Shannon's grin against her cheek. "The little shit told me I was, and I quote, 'probably too gay to be able to give helpful advice'."

Mary nods her understanding. "So it is boy trouble. Lily didn't seem sure. She was mainly just concerned MJ hadn't checked in with them all afternoon."

"You're not gonna defend my honour?"

"Was she wrong?"

Shannon pokes her hard in the side. "You know she wasn't."

"If it makes you feel any better, she said something similar to Bea that time she got in a fight with Kumquat."

"Caleb," Shannon corrects with a long-suffering sigh. "Honestly, you're all going to give that kid an identity crisis one of these days."

"Was it him?"

"No, no, no no no. She was clear on that, at least. But I know she's been hanging around with a couple of the guys on the boys' high school squad lately."

"The ones you've spent the past month bitching about?"

"The ones I wouldn't have a problem with if they didn't exemplify everything that's wrong with hockey culture."

"Ah." Mary's jaw goes tight. "Right. That's– I can see why she didn't go to those three for this talk."

Shannon hums her agreement. "I don't imagine there'd be a rational response in sight. And if this involves who I think it might, I don't know that I'll be able to respond appropriately."

"So it's up to me."

"So it's up to you." The door to the garage is flung open, loudly enough to be heard across the house, and Shannon flinches. "Thank you, darling. I'll get out of your hair." She kisses Mary's cheek and heads for the hallway.

Libby slumps into the kitchen in the wake of Shannon's departure, dropping onto a stool at the counter island with a heavy sigh. "What're we making?"

"Just a stir fry and rice, a side salad. Lots of chopping for you." Mary pushes the cutting board and chef's knife across the countertop to her, watches the stranglehold grip Libby puts on the knife handle. "Don't go stabbing the carrots."

Libby grumbles something under her breath, not quite loud enough for Mary to make out, but she loosens her grip enough that the colour flows back into her knuckles and aligns a head of broccoli on the cutting board. 

Mary sets up opposite her, hands making quick work of a row of chicken breasts while her eyes linger on Libby. "What's his name?" she asks after a few minutes of quiet chopping. "The boy?"

Libby's knife freezes in the middle of pushing florets to one side of the cutting board. "Carter," she replies, not meeting Mary's gaze. "I don't want to talk about him."

"Why not?"

Libby shrugs. "Because it's embarrassing? Because I was too stupid to see it coming?" She lays her knife down and scrubs at her eyes with the back of her hand. 

"What'd he do, MJ?" Mary pivots to the sink to scrub her hands clean. 

"Nothing. Everything. I don't know." She shrugs helplessly. "I just– He said I was too smart for my own good, and didn't tell him anything, and–" her words disintegrate into low sobs that slowly climb in volume. 

Mary wipes her hands on the kitchen towel slung over her shoulder and circles the island. "C'mere, I got you."

"Everything sucks," she sobs into Mary's shoulder. 

Mary rubs her back, makes soothing sounds. "Yeah, that about covers it."

"I think I was in love with him, and he just–" Her hands clutch at the back of Mary's shirt. "He just–"

Mary huffs out a laugh. "No, you weren't." 

Libby pulls back, rubs a sleeve under her nose. "You don't know that," she says, voice pitching higher in anger.

"Hormones, MJ. God help you." 

 "It's real, I'm allowed to feel like this."

"You are. I'm not trying to minimise that." Mary steps to the side to reach for the tissue box. "You're allowed to be hurt by it, and sad, and miss him. That's normal. He just sounds like a dick, and if he's saying that shit to you then you're better off without him." 

"Is it supposed to hurt physically? Like, I feel like I took an elbow to the ribs or something."

"That's your body telling you you need to take a breath, babygirl. Nice and slow, like Shan taught you, alright? Can you do that for me?"

"I'll try," Libby forces out between ragged breaths. She flattens her hand over her diaphragm and takes a deep breath, the exact same way Mary's seen Shannon centre herself dozens, if not hundreds, of times.

"Well done, babygirl. What're you feeling for dessert? I think we've still got some of those brownies from the other night, if Shannon hasn't dummied the rest, or there's ice cream. Both together, even."

"I'm in season, Mary," Libby replies primly, picking up her knife again as though her face isn't still streaked with tears. All Mary can see is Beatrice all those years back, getting food on a table set for four instead of five, face damp and mouth drawn into a thin line. "No dessert except on game days."

"Pretty sure that's not a team rule. You deserve to give yourself a break once in a while, alright? Especially on a day like this. So, what's it gonna be? Ice cream or brownies or both?"

[youlookedalotbetterlastnight]

AN ;Im in mental anguish pt4 coming soon

“Hey!” I say sitting down on my couch “Hey, i’m about to head out. Are you all set?” he asks “Mhm!” you say and you both chat for a little and eventually hang up. I sit down on your couch and wait while watching tv and I then hear the doorbell ring, I turn off the TV, get up and grab my small messenger bag, and my house keys. I walk over to the front door and open it, as expected it’s him. You quickly look at what he's wearing: a zip-up hoodie with a black shirt underneath, black jeans and– holy shit is that a bat belt? Fuck, i’m not complaining it looks amazing on him “Hey!” you smile brightly “Hey! You look amazing.” he says and I thank him even though I have like

one of the most basic outfits on. I step out and I close my door locking it, Gerard and I walk over to his car where he opens the car door for me, ugh what a gentleman… It’s literally the bare minimum but still, he closes the door and he walks over to the driver's side of the door, he opens it and gets in. He starts the car and right before he drives off he says “Wanna go to the dollar store so we can buy snacks and sneak them into the movie theater?” I lightly laugh “Hell yeah.” he then drives off, we just talk the whole way to the store he finds some parking, shuts the car off, and we get out. He waits for me to catch up to him and he opens the door for me. He walks in after me and we both walk over to the candy section we goof around then actually start browsing for candy he picks out a couple and I pick out a couple too. We both get to the cashier and we set our items down, I go to take out my wallet from my small messenger bag to pay but he stops me “No, let me pay”  he says “Are you sure? I feel bad I don't want you paying for everything” I say “Seriously, it’s okay i’ll pay for it.” he smiles, chuckling a bit, he pays the total and the cashier gives us our bagged items and I take the bags and the receipt. We walk out, get into the car, drive off, and to the movie theater he finds some parking a bit far because the parking lot is packed. Right before we get out I take the candies out of the bag and put them in my messenger bag then we get out. We get into the movie theater and he walks up to reception with you to get tickets for a movie, he picks out a scary movie and he checks to see if you want to see it and you agree, he pays for the tickets “We have like.. 15 minutes before the movie starts”he says and you see a mini arcade and you gasp “Oh my god lets go to there they have air hockey!” I say excitedly “Okay, okay” he says smiling and lightly laughing I then grab his hand and rush over and I turn to him “Okay, let me at least pay for the tokens” you say and he gives in “Fine, i’ll get you something after though”he says I pulled out a dollar or two and I put it into the machine and it spits out some tokens, I then give him some and we both have an even amount. He gets on the other side of the air hockey game we both place in the tokens into the slot “im sooo gonna win” I say cockily knowing damn well i'm god awful at this game “Hmmm, we’ll see about that.” he says smugly the game starts and he beats me, twice… But hey I got one point in! We both finished the game and one of us was defeated. “You talked some big game for someone who was gonna lose” he says and you laugh “Cmon I got like one point in!”  he laughs “Yeah, exactly” I nudged his shoulder but I still stayed close to him. We both start walking to the theater room they're playing the movie in, Gerard finds us a spot that’s at a really good angle from the screen “Score!” He said quietly and I giggled and you both sat down. We both talk and joke around with him during the other movie advertisement trailers. The movie finally starts and I took out the candies that we bought from the dollar tree out of my bag. I handed him his candies and I took mine. A little bit into the movie I see his hand resting on the armrest and I thought;

Well someone has to make a move, so I slowly went to hold his hand little by little and from my peripheral I saw him looking down, god why do I feel so nervous it’s just some hand holding, what am I, a pre-teen boy? My hand was originally on top of his but I guess he likes switching positions, he intertwined our fingers. I feel myself get warm and red in the face, his hand is so much bigger than mine, I feel his thumb gently caress my hand and I feel that swarm of butterflies, again.

[coffee-at-annies]

Call me Anne (she/her). My main is in the blog description. I can’t promise I’ll follow back but drop me a dm or ask if you wanna chat.

This is my sports sideblog so expect Penguins hockey (🐧🤩), Pirates baseball (💔😴), Bananaball(🍌😴), the occasional omgcp post, and lots of lbing. Hockey is back and so am I!

The hrpf/arts&crafts sideblog is over here. Any fic or edits will hopefully live there and get cross posted here.

My main hockey tags are #penguins hockey, and #off season more like nap season. My main baseball tag is #anne watches baseball. Currently #the end of naptime is in sight. (aka preseason tag)

Tags to follow/block for lbs are #anne watches hockey, #pens lb, #anne watches baseball, and occasionally #pirates lb. Games I make it to irl are tagged #anne attends a game.

My tag for talking (to ppl or into the void) is #chit chat. Sometimes #gc shenanigans, happen.

Feel free to hit me up via dms or my askbox. My current open #offseason ask games/#ask me stuff, is true/false guessing game, my forever ask game is send me an ask and I’ll respond with a photo of my cats.

Let’s Go Pens!🐧🏒

Let’s Go Bucs!🏴‍☠️⚾️