#nico hischier au

[lovecla]

FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT ; nico hischier.

｡ᡣ𐭩ﾟpair: nico hischier x fmc (emma, kennedy walsh face claim)

｡ᡣ𐭩ﾟword count: 24.4k

｡ᡣ𐭩ﾟsynopsis: for the sake of making his long time crush fall in love with him, nico does the only thing he had never thought he would: he starts fake-dating his best friend, emma roberts.

｡ᡣ𐭩ﾟwhat to expect: fake-dating trope, best-friends-to-lovers, angst, nico needs to make his crush notice him, emma will help him!, nsfw, social media interactions, happy ending.

— from the author: for my girls who are always prioritizing other people. this is my way of calling you out.

part of the “us and them” universe.

— nhl masterlist.

theme song: that way by tate mcrae

main female character:

Emma Roberts

— “if you’re happy, then i’m happy too.”

— public speaking? please. no.

— has a degree in journalism.

— will do anything for her friends and family.

— new jersey girly through and through.

chapters

1) un

2) deux

3) trois

4) quatre

5) cinq

6) six

7) sept

8) huit

9) neuf

epilogue

[goldfades]

BENEATH THE GLITTER OF DECEMBER ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ꪆৎ ˚ N. HISCHIER (12 days of christmas ask event)

masterlist! requested

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⟢ ┈ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | request for my blurb celly -> nico hischier w the prompt “001. under the mistletoe, placed sneakily above a doorframe”

⟢ ┈ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | fluffy! a cheeky little kiss at the end.

The holiday party was in full swing, the air thick with the warm hum of laughter and the faint crackle of a well-tended fire. Snow clung to boots abandoned at the door, pooling in little puddles on the hardwood. You’d helped string the lights earlier, the twinkling glow giving the room a dreamy haze, but now you lingered near the edge of the crowd, a warm mug of mulled cider clasped between your hands.

You hadn’t expected to come tonight. It wasn’t really your scene—the loudness, the casual intimacy of shared stories and holiday cheer. But the pull of tradition, of friends gathered together in the thick of winter, had been too strong. Or maybe it had been the quiet, insistent suggestion of someone who knew you well enough to push just the right buttons. Someone who seemed to orbit every gathering like this, his easy laugh cutting through the din, impossible to miss.

You knew Nico would be here. You always did.

Even now, you caught flashes of him between the shifting crowd—dark hair just messy enough to be endearing, his smile too bright to be dulled by the soft golden light of the room. He moved with a natural kind of grace, slipping between groups, trading jokes, and clinking glasses. He was magnetic in the way that only certain people are, drawing everyone in without even realizing it.

You turned your focus back to your cider, the spices sharp and comforting as they filled your nose, though the warmth in your chest couldn’t be entirely attributed to the drink. Your eyes flickered upward once, almost involuntarily, toward the doorframe ahead. You’d noticed it earlier—the sprig of mistletoe perched sneakily above it, as if waiting for the right moment, the right people.

And then you heard his voice behind you.

“Hey,” Nico said, his tone casual, though it always carried that easy familiarity, like he knew exactly how to speak to you without trying too hard.

Your heart gave a small, treacherous leap. The way it always did.

You turned at the sound of his voice, just enough to catch him standing there, too close and yet somehow not close enough. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, the faintest pink tinting his nose and the tips of his ears, but his grin was as warm as ever, effortlessly charming.

“Hi,” you replied, trying to keep your tone steady, though you could already feel the corners of your mouth tugging into a smile. There was something about Nico that made it impossible not to respond to him, as if his presence alone carried a kind of gravity you couldn’t ignore.

“You looked like you were trying to disappear,��� he teased, his Swiss accent weaving through his words, soft and teasing. He motioned toward your mug. “Did the cider help, or should I get you something stronger?”

You rolled your eyes, though the grin you’d been fighting spread fully across your face. “It’s a party, Nico, not a survival test. I’m fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced but letting it slide. Instead, he shifted his weight, leaning just slightly into your space. “Well, you’ve been standing over here long enough. Come on. They’re about to start the worst round of karaoke you’ve ever heard, and you’re not missing it.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Nico was already reaching out, his hand brushing yours in a way that sent an uninvited flutter through your chest. He was always like this, so effortlessly bold, while you found yourself fumbling for the right balance between casual and composed whenever he was around.

“Nico, I don’t think you’re in any position to judge karaoke,” you shot back, falling into step beside him as he led you toward the center of the room.

“Hey, my performance of ‘All I Want for Christmas Is You’ last year was iconic,” he countered, mock-indignant.

“It was something,” you deadpanned, which earned a laugh from him—one of those rare, unguarded bursts that made the room feel smaller, more intimate, like it was just the two of you in on a secret.

But before you reached the knot of people now gathering near the speakers, Nico slowed. You glanced up at him, confused, only to find his eyes fixed not on you but above you.

You followed his gaze, and your stomach dropped—and not in a bad way. The mistletoe.

There it was, perched innocently above the doorframe you’d just crossed under, its green leaves and small white berries practically mocking you. Your face heated as you looked back at him, but he didn’t seem fazed. In fact, his grin widened, a hint of mischief creeping into his expression.

“Would you look at that,” he said, his voice low enough that it felt like a private moment, even with the hum of the party around you.

You groaned, half-laughing, half-mortified. “This was not part of the plan.”

“Plan?” Nico tilted his head, feigning innocence. “What plan? I think it’s fate.”

He was insufferable, and yet, somehow, you didn’t mind. You could already see the teasing retorts forming on his lips, but before he could say anything else, you felt his hand brush yours again—this time deliberate, lingering.

“Only fair,” he murmured, leaning in slightly, giving you plenty of time to pull back. You didn’t.

And then his lips were on yours, soft and warm and surprisingly gentle, like he wasn’t trying to prove anything, just trying to kiss you. It was over in a second, though it left you blinking up at him, flustered and breathless, while he looked entirely too pleased with himself.

“There,” he said, his tone entirely too casual for what had just happened. “Now we’re following tradition.”

You swatted his arm, though your heart was still racing, your lips still tingling. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet,” he said, his grin infuriatingly charming, “you’re still standing here.”

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[tkwrites]

Can I make it up to you? - Nico Hischier x ofc

gif by kawhh

Title: Can I make it up to you? 

Part V in the It Doesn’t Matter AU

It Doesn't Matter Masterlist | Playlist

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Nico Hischier x Lena (ofc)

Summary: When Lena is hit on at a Devils event and Nico responds by staking his claim rather than checking in to make sure she's okay, she’s understandably pissed. Though their ensuing fight is resolved, Nico still wants to make it up to her. 

Warnings: Sexism and unwelcome advances followed by angst and then a lot of makeup sex. Smut (18+ only!): Fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), face sitting, squirting, unprotected p in v (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!), spanking, and a bit of exhibitionism if you squint.

Word count: 8,000

Comments: Well, Nico and Lena are back. This piece is out of order (shocking for me, I know), but the missing piece will be written to fill in their story. 

I had this idea of them having makeup sex that I just couldn’t shake. Which, of course, meant they had to get into a fight first. I’m sorry for the angst and all the sexism, but it gets better, I promise. 

It's been so fun writing Nico into the feminist, romance hero of my dreams. I hope he might be yours, too. 

If you did enjoy it, please consider letting me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing. 

Can I make it up to you? 

Part V in the It Doesn’t Matter AU

Lena walked out of the bedroom, and Nico felt his eyes widen. She smiled, and he couldn't do anything but stand there, slack jawed, blinking like a fish. 

He couldn’t get over the fact that Lena was his date. His date. He got to take her out and have other people know she was with him. The feeling exploded in his stomach.

When she twirled, his tongue nearly fell out of his mouth. 

The back of her dress was daringly open, held together by two thin ropes that criss crossed over her shoulder blades. A cowl of the smooth, dark fabric pooled at the small of her back. She wasn’t wearing a bra — at least not that he could see. 

Her hair was down, just brushing her shoulders in soft, beachy waves. She’d refreshed the color the night before, so it was beautifully pastel pink, bringing out the green in her eyes and setting off the color of her skin. Her makeup was just enough to make her look bright and doe eyed.

He was going to have to look at her all night and still be expected to talk to people like a sane person? Fuck. Fuck fuck, fuck.

He finally managed to croak her name, and she giggled. 

“You like it?” 

Like it? He wanted to stay home and worship her in this dress. His mind filled with visions of tracing his lips from the drape of fabric all the way up her spine. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, minding not to tell her she looked beautiful. She did, but Nina’s lectures about how to compliment women rang in his head. 

“Thank you.” 

Lena knew he would like this dress. She saw the way his eyes lingered when women on TV wore backless dresses like this. 

Even still — even knowing — an enormous blast of pride ignited inside her when he was reduced to staring at her open mouthed. She’d chosen right. 

She’d never worn anything like it before. Thankfully, Nicole had helped her pick it out and get the right bra to wear with it. The smooth, delicate fabric felt like a breath of fresh air on her skin.

Walking into the party, Nico couldn’t help feeling smug. When people turned to look at him this time, he was finally in a couple. Not only that, he was in a couple with the person he’d dreamed about coupling with since he was seventeen. He wanted everyone to know she’d chosen him. 

While he went about his schmoozing duties, Lena hung around with the other partners, talking and gossiping and sharing notes on each others outfits before their conversation finally gave way to real life. How people's kids were doing. How hard motherhood was when your partner was only there some of the time. What a weird thing it was to find yourself dating the boy you always dreamed you would. It was a bigger adjustment than she would have thought. 

When she stepped away to order a drink, staying close to the bar to watch it being made, someone stepped up close to her. She figured it was Nico. He was the only one that stood this close. The illusion shattered as masculine voice asked, “so what’s your name?” in a strong Jersey accent. 

Glancing over at him, she took stock. He was wearing a green suit that, on top of clashing against the olive undertones in his skin, was half a size too big for him. He needed a better tailor. And a better hair stylist. The garishly dark combover he was rocking was doing him no favors.

“Alaina,” she said. It wasn’t her name, but it had almost been. Her mother’s mother’s mother was named Alaina, but everyone in her life called her Lena. When it was time for her parents to name their first daughter, they decided to shorten it from the get go. She was named after great-grandma Lena after all. No need to make it complicated. 

“That’s a beautiful name.” He reached forward slightly to brush the backs of his fingers up her arm. 

She stiffened against his touch.

“I’m Reggie,” he said, confirming her suspicion that he might just be her fathers age. Lena felt her skin crawl. Why was a man his age even talking to a girl in her twenties, let alone flirting with her? 

“It’s nice to meet you, Reggie,” she said, giving him a tight smile, “but I really should be getting back…” her words trailed off when she looked over her shoulder to find the other partners had moved on to a different part of the party. 

Damn. There went her easy out. 

“You know,” Reggie said, continuing as if he hadn’t noticed her looking for someone. “My company owns a box for the season if you’d like to catch a game.” 

“I can get tickets.”

“In a box? I doubt it.”

Pursing her lips, Lena took a step back only to have him step forward to keep her from putting too much distance between them. Where was Nico when she needed him? Where was anyone? It was looking more and more like Reggie was the kind of guy who she’d either have to punch or run away from. Possibly both. She hoped she wouldn't have to resort to shouting. 

He smiled as he seemed to realize no one was coming to her aid. 

Lena gulped, feeling her heart begin to flutter in her throat. She pushed her drink aside just in case, grateful that, at least, they were in public.

Nico’s eyes found Lena again. That big guy was still looming over her at the bar. Through the open back of her dress, he could see how tightly her posture muscles were wound. 

Excusing himself from his conversation, he made his way to her. She shouldn’t have to put up with this shit, and this dude needed to know she wasn’t here alone. 

Spotting his forest green suit, Lena relaxed slightly, realizing Nico was walking toward them. She was going to be free of this douche at last. 

Instead of turning his attention on her, though, Nico addressed Reggie as he walked up to them. “Hey man,” he said, slipping his arm possessively around her, his hand cradling her hip.

Reggies eyes darted between them, wide with recognition. The shock wore off quickly though, replaced by a kind of conspiratorial grin, “I should have known a girl like this was with one of you,” he said. “Though I didn't think they took kindly to you dating such rebels.”

Nicos eyebrows raised. Lena wasn't what he would call rebellious. 

Instead of telling Reggie pink hair and a nose ring didn't make a rebel, or saying something about how he and Lena had known each other for years, or anything else, really, Nico took her completely by surprise when he said, “yeah, she’s not single.”

Her posture stiffened. She never saw this kind of cock slinging from Nico. He was usually so much kinder than that, not so concerned with being the bigger man. 

With the Captain standing right in front of him, Reggie immediately launched into a discussion about how the team was doing. 

Nico stood there and kept the conversation going, his hand still at her hip, forearm warm against her bare back. Were they in any other circumstance, she would have relished the feeling of his luxurious suit against her skin.

“Your scoring has really dropped off since the start of the season. Is something wrong you're not telling us?”

He said it with concern in his voice, but Lena knew it was a sentence crafted for maximum impact. She saw the shadow of guilt pass through Nico's eyes before he launched into a media-trained, rehearsed response about how he was trying his best, but sometimes, pucks just didn’t go in the net. 

“You’ve got some —”

Nico cut her off. Even if it meant he was being insulted, he preferred it to this asshole leering at her again. He was trying to keep this creep's eyes off her.

She let out an affronted little snort, and he tried not to smile, touched that she was still willing to go to bat for him. 

It was a solid five minutes of clipped, polite conversation before the guy finally got the hint and left. 

 Nico turned to her only to find her glaring. The triumphant smile slipped from his face. 

“Let’s go get some air,” she said, turning on her heel and walking toward the balcony, breaking his grip in the process. Her tone was icy, and Nico braced for impact as he followed her, his bottle of beer clutched in his hand. 

“What the fuck, Nico?” Lena asked quietly as soon as they were tucked into a dark alcove of the balcony, out of earshot from the other guests. 

“Wha—” 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“I came to rescue you.”

“To rescue me?” she repeated, voice incredulous. “You didn’t even acknowledge me! You hardly even looked at me! I’ve never felt like such a possession.”

“I know men like that,” he tried to explain, “I was trying to get his attention off of you,”

“And in the process, you made me feel like some kind of dumb trophy.”

“A trophy?” he repeated. 

“Yes! An ornament there to do nothing but make you look better,” she said. Her words and tone had maximum impact, smacking into him as if she’d hit him with her open palm. 

Shit. He had done that. His first instinct had been to check on her, but he’d pushed it aside, wanting to let that guy know she wasn’t here alone. He knew he shouldn't have second guessed his gut reaction. 

Goosebumps were rising on her arms in the cold night air. He slipped his jacket off and held it out to her. 

His offering was met with a fierce glare. “I’m trying to have a serious conversation here, Nico.” 

“I know, and I want to, but I can tell you're freezing,” he held the suit coat out again, “please.”

She took it from him and threw it on the ground. “Will you listen to me, now?” 

Chastened, he nodded. “I’m sorry.”

God, why did he have to have those eyes? Those earnest, puppy dog, always wanting to do better, brown eyes. 

“Nico, I needed rescuing, and instead, you came over and started dick measuring with that guy. Who, by the way, I’m pretty sure was old enough to be my father, but still hit on me.”

His jaw hardened. “He was hitting on you?”

“Yes.” Her voice took on a sarcastic tone, “what did you think he was doing? Telling me about his kids?” 

“I don’t know…”

“For some reason, men of a certain age always think that having tattoos or piercings means you’re a slut.” 

Wincing, he asked, “what did he do?” 

“Well, he touched me for one.” 

His jaw went hard, and a protective kind of anger flashed in his eyes. 

“What?” Nico was going to kill him.

“Not like totally inappropriately,” she amended angrily. “He touched my arm, but it still made my skin crawl.”

What the fuck? Hadn’t there been enough media and enough talk for men to know they couldn't touch women without their permission? Even when someone asked for a picture, Nico never put his arm around them unless they did it first or they gave permission. 

“Then he told me I should come watch a game in his company owned box,” she scoffed. “He totally ignored me when I said I had access to tickets.”

Anger flared in his chest. Not only was this dude a creep, he hadn’t even listened to her. “How can I be better?” he asked. Not only in this instance, but to be a better man.

“I wish you had checked in with me before you started engaging or telling him I’m not single. I don't belong to you.” 

“I don't think you belong to me, Lena,” he said, hurt she would even think that.

“Really? The whole ‘yeah, she's not single’ thing,” she threw her voice into a distorted imitation of his own, accent and all, “coulda fooled me.” 

“I didn't…” fuck. He had said that. “I was just trying to get him to focus on me instead. I don’t think you belong to me. You’re my girlfriend, I know that’s different.” 

The really annoying thing was that Lena knew he was telling the truth. It wasn’t an empty pronouncement. He really was sorry. And everything she knew of him told her he would learn from this and try to get better. All the same, she wondered if he really got where she was coming from.

“Do you even understand why I'm upset?” she asked, arms dropping to her sides. 

He'd royally fucked up if she was asking that. “Yes!” He schooled his voice into a less frantic tone and continued, “I understand.” 

“What do you understand?” 

“That you felt disrespected when I went straight into trying to solve the problem instead of checking to see if you were okay first.” It was something he often talked about with Nina and his mother. Women rarely wanted a solution to a problem. Most of the time, they just wanted someone to listen. And instead of doing that, he’d just barreled straight into fixing it. He knew better. He was a fucking idiot. 

“Oh.” It was a more succinct explanation than she'd been expecting. 

“I won’t ever do that again, Lena. I’m sorry,” he said, reaching out for her. 

Thankfully, she came into his arms willingly, even tucking her cold nose under his jaw. He swallowed against the sensation and slid his hands over her back. 

“Lena, you're like ice,” he chastised, trying to cover as much of her as he could. 

Now that the adrenaline of anger was ebbing away, the cold seeped in — and it seeped in fast. She stepped closer to Nico to try to absorb some of his body heat. 

“Can we get you inside?” he asked, rubbing her back. His hands were cold too, so he was sure it wasn’t doing any good, but it was better than nothing.  

“Thank you for being willing to understand,” she said, ignoring his question. 

It was such strange phrasing that Nico pulled back to look into her face. “Of course I’m willing.”

“Not all men are,” she said, tugging him back so their chests were once again flush. 

The fact that she’d had to put up with assholes who didn’t even try to understand where she was coming from ate at him. She deserved better than that. He wanted to be better than that. 

 Holding her, out in the cold, he dared to look at the pieces of himself he didn’t like to. The ones that were jealous and overly eager to prove that Lena was with him. That guy hadn’t posed any competition, and he knew it. In his heart of hearts, he knew she would never do that to him. He had no reason to get defensive of their relationship and should have checked in with her first. She should have been his top priority, not how others saw him. 

“I’m sorry, Lena,” he said, his voice quiet against her ear. “I let my pride come before how you were feeling.” 

Damn him. This was why she could never stay mad at him. “Thank you.” 

Her lips brushed against his neck when she said it, and it caused a shiver of a different kind to ripple over his skin. 

“I love you,” he said. 

She pulled back to look into those big brown eyes. “I love you, too.”

“Can I take you back inside now?” he asked. “I really don’t want you to get frostbite.”

“It’s not cold enough to get frostbite,” she said even as she broke away and bent to pick up his jacket. 

He was momentarily mesmerized by her bare back in the winter moonlight and was still staring when she held his jacket out to him. 

“I’m sorry I threw it on the ground,” she said, attempting to knock some of the dust off. It had been a childish thing to do, and she wished she could take it back. He’d just been trying to care for her, and she’d been so hellbent on making her point, she’d thrown his very sweet gesture into the dirt. 

A half smile lifted the corner of his mouth. “I deserved it.”

“It was sweet, and I’m sorry I threw it back in your face.” 

“It’s okay,” he assured, taking it from her and settling it on her shoulders. 

The silk lining was cold against her skin, and she shivered. 

“Let’s go inside,” he said, gently turning her around so he could lead her back to the party, his arm draped around her shoulders. 

Snuggling into his side, Lena took a deep breath, readying herself to face the crowd of people again. At least no one had heard them arguing. 

“Do you want to leave?” 

“You need to stay, don’t you?” 

“Well, yeah, but…” 

The warm air in the ballroom stung as it collided with the chill on her skin. “I’ll stay with you,” she said, shrugging his jacket off and handing it back to him. She didn’t want to go home alone. She’d just be sitting there waiting for him anyway. 

“Okay,” he said, leaning in to press a kiss to her temple. 

“There you are!” Nicole exclaimed. “Were you two sneaking off? Naughty, naughty,” she teased, winking at Nico. “Though, I can’t really blame you with how good she looks in this dress.”

He gave her a bashful smile. 

“Come on, Lena. Kristen was just about to tell us the funniest story.” 

Allowing herself to be pulled into the party, Lena glanced back at Nico. She sent him a smile and a little wave. The last thing she saw before the crowd closed around them was his cheeky wink, as he mouthed, ‘I love you.’

An hour later, they were tucked into the back of an Uber on the way home. Lena was playing with Nico’s fingers as she recounted Kristen’s story about Eric trying and failing to make dinner while caring for their kids and dogs. 

He laughed, glad that after the night they’d had, she was still willing to share these silly stories with him. 

“We’re okay, right?” he asked, entwining his fingers with hers.

“Yeah,” she said, lifting her face so their eyes met. Her anger had faded almost completely. “Of course we’re okay.”

A sigh let go in his chest. 

“Nico,” she raised a hand to cradle his jaw, “I know you weren’t trying to hurt me or anything. I know you better than that. It just kind of struck a nerve, and I lost my temper.”

Shooting her a rueful smile, he corrected, “you had every right to be upset with me. I was an ass.” 

She laughed, “you kind of were.” 

Leaning over, he pressed a kiss to her temple and let his voice drop low, “can I make it up to you?” 

“Make it up to me?” she repeated, eyes darting to his. Was he implying what she thought he was? 

His brown eyes smoldered as he nodded.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Whatever you want,” he murmured, dipping his lips to her neck.  

Tipping her head to give him more access, she found her voice suddenly much breathier than it had been. “I think we can arrange for that.”

He pulled away only when the car pulled up to their building. 

The smug little smile on her face as they rode the elevator nearly made him start to pant. He knew what that smile meant. 

Pausing as they passed through the kitchen, Nico asked, “do you mind if I grab something to eat before?” The food at those parties was never quite enough.

She shook her head. “I’ll meet you in your room.”

Although she hadn’t slept in her own bed in weeks, she hadn’t really moved anything into his room, so it didn’t quite feel like theirs. 

A few minutes later, perched on the end of the bed, she watched him come in, admiring the way he moved in his beautiful, dark green suit. The vest hugged his torso in a way that made him look deliciously thick. That had certainly changed since they were seventeen. 

Nico stopped in front of her, swallowing the last bite of apple.

“What do you want?” he asked. God, his accent was already thick, and he hadn't even touched her. 

She leaned back and swept her hair from her face before bracing with that arm, too. “I want to watch you undress.”

Nodding, he swallowed hard. “Do you want it a certain way?”

Shaking her head, she said, “just go slow.”

He started with his tie. The slip of the silk under his shirt collar was a hypnotic whisper. 

Watching her watch him made him breathless with anticipation. It was an incredible turn on, knowing she didn’t want him to be anything but who he already was. He knew she didn’t want a performance.

“Can I hang this up?” he asked, holding up the suit coat. 

 She nodded.

He walked into the closet and came back with a hanger. He removed his vest and hung it up before covering it with the coat. 

“Your hands are so sexy,” she breathed, watching him work the buttons of his shirt, top to bottom. 

His dimple winked at her. 

Glancing up, he asked, “do you want me to get you off with them?”

“Uh hu,” she breathed. She was still reclined on the bed, but her legs were now crossed, attempting to get some friction between her thighs. Just the thought of it, of his casual offer to bring her pleasure, had desire singing through her veins, ending hot and heavy between her legs.

He worked on the buttons of his cuffs, watching her. Her face was flushed, eyes blown dark with lust. Finally, he shouldered off the button down and tossed it behind him to be added to the hamper later. 

“Undershirt first,” she said when he reached for the button of his pants. 

Not bothering to hide her need, she drank in the movement of his arms and chest as he worked the shirt over his head. She squeezed her legs a little tighter together. 

He paused for a moment then, letting her drink in the sight of him shirtless in those incredibly well tailored trousers. 

“Turn around,” she said. 

“Why?” 

“Because I want to admire your ass in those pants.”

He blushed but did as she requested, adding in a little shake.

She laughed, then let out a groan as he stilled and flexed slightly, showing off his toned back.

When he looked over his shoulder, she’d collapsed back on the bed. 

“I can’t wait.”

“Wait for what?” he asked, turning back around. 

“I can’t wait for you to touch me.” 

He took a step forward. When she didn’t stop him, he took another and another until he was standing right in front of her. Reaching down, he slid one of his hands up her smooth calf. The soft fabric of her dress bunched around his wrist as his hand slid onto her thigh. 

Lena moaned, and it shot straight to his groin. He loved that sound more than any other in the world. “This is good?” he asked. 

“Yes.” 

He tried to push the skirt up over her hips, but her hand caught his forearm, halting the movement. “Need it now,” she said, guiding his hand between her legs. 

The smile he gave her was wicked. Moving her underwear out of the way, he dipped his fingers into her sweet, wet heat. “You’re dripping.”  

Her back arched, trying to get her clit closer to his hand. “Yeah. I’ve had to look at you in that fucking suit all night.” 

It was always a pleasant surprise when she said things like this. When it became evident that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. “I’ve been half hard looking at you in this dress all night,” he admitted, finally adjusting so the heel of his hand pressed into her. 

She made a keening noise and ground against him. “Bought it just for you.” 

As her admission pulled even more blood from his brain, his entire body froze.

“Nico!” she complained. 

He snapped back to himself and started moving again, curling his fingers inside her and following the wave of her hips. 

“Oh,” she moaned, head thrown back. “Just like that.” 

He hadn’t been able to touch her like this for very long, but in the short amount of time he had, he’d been an attentive student. He seemed to remember everything she told him about what she liked. 

“Nico.” The way she said his name while they were making love was a symphony in his ears. What had he ever done in his life to deserve to be in this moment? Especially after fucking up so terribly that evening.

“What do you need?” he asked, pressing a little harder. 

Breath rushed from her mouth, “kiss me.” 

Fingers still buried inside her, he covered her body with his and captured her mouth. He swallowed every noise she made until she broke away, panting. 

“Right there,” she moaned, hips rolling. Something about the way he was touching her, fingers crooked just so, had fire licking through her veins. “Keep your fingers right there.” 

Working the spongey spot inside her, he breathlessly awaited her climax. 

“I —” The words she was going to say fell right out of her brain. They came crashing back with sudden force as Nico continued his magic. “I’m gonna come.”

“Yes. I love it when you come for me.”

Pleasure, more intense than she’d ever felt before, broke open inside her and, clutching the comforter, Lena cried out.

Nico watched her face, fascinated, as he felt her release slick his fingers .

“Fuck,” he groaned, “you’re so sexy.”

The pleasure kept coming until sensitivity turned his touch into a branding iron. Squirming away, she croaked, “too much. Too much.”

Slipping his hand from her and out from under her dress, Nico watched her chest rise and fall in sharp little gasps as he brought it to his mouth. 

“Oh my god,” she said, eyes fixed on the ceiling. 

She could practically feel Nico’s wide smile. 

“I’ve never felt anything like that.” 

“Really?” 

“What did you do?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You were doing that,” she held up her hand, crooking her fingers as if beckoning him to her. 

“Someone told me it was the best way,” he said, a blush darkening his cheeks. 

“Someone?” 

“Courtney,” he admitted. 

Courtney had been a girl he’d hooked up with on and off whenever he was in New Jersey. One of them would snap the other, and they’d meet up, usually every few weeks. When Lena had moved in, he’d stopped responding to her, and she’d eventually stopped asking. 

Lena only met her once but instantly disliked her, later telling him, “I don’t know, she’s just so obsessed with herself. She hardly even acknowledged I was there.”

It had been awkward to watch the two of them interact. Courtney, who Nico knew liked him more than he liked her, and Lena, who at the time, he thought didn’t like him the way he liked her. It had put them in an awkward triangle of disproportionate feelings. When Courtney had left to go home, she told him, “you’re so full of shit, Nico. When you two figure out what the hell is going on between you, let me know.” 

He’d been affronted at the time, hurt she would insinuate he and Lena had anything together. Now, looking back, he could understand how uncomfortable it must have been for her to be stuck between two people so in love with each other. She must have felt like he was playing games with her. She’d still spent the night in his bed when he asked her to come over three weeks later, though. 

“Hu,” Lena said, holding herself back from continuing, at least she was good for one thing. 

“Have you never…” he trailed off. 

“Never what?” 

His blush was back, “Have you never…I mean, wasn’t that your…” he had to pause, trying to remember the word, “your g-spot?” 

A series of puzzle pieces clicked into place all at once. “I wasn’t sure I had one,” she admitted, turning her head to look into his face. “I’ve never been able to find it.”

Half of his mouth curved in an amused smile. “None of your boyfriends tried?” he asked, tracing the edge of her dress, where it curved around her shoulder. He’d daydreamed of making Lena come like that for years — ever since Courtney taught him what the g-spot was and how to find it. 

“No,” she snorted. “Milo gave decent head, but none of them were as invested as you are.” 

His vision flared red for a moment before fading back to normal. Most of him was smug that he’d been the first one to find hers, but a part of him was angry she’d wasted so much time on losers who didn’t deserve her. 

Lena sighed. No wonder she’d never felt anything like that. She never had. 

“What do you want?” Nico asked, his hand slipping down her side, sliding over the slippery fabric with ease. 

“Hm?” 

“What do you want?” he repeated, “I’m making it up to you, remember?”

“I want to sit on your face,” she said, not missing a beat. 

Nico grinned. He loved getting her off with his mouth, but the prospect of getting her off with his mouth while she was above him and he could see her beautiful face? What a dream. 

“You’ll have to help me get this dress off,” she said, standing from the bed. “It’s taped.”

“Taped?” he repeated, sitting up. 

She turned her back to him, and before she could explain what she meant, he made good on his earlier promise to himself, trailing his lips from the cowl pooled at her low back up to the little ropes holding the dress on.

Lena hummed, a shiver running through her body. If he was going to have this reaction all the time, she was never covering her back again.  

“What did you need?” he asked, lips whispering over the top of her spine, just under her short hair. 

“Nicole helped me tape it,” she said, running a hand under one of the sides until it caught, “so it wouldn’t fall off, or accidentally expose something.”

His fingers followed hers, easing the tape from her skin before repeating on the other side.  

She turned around, grasping the fabric at her hips so she could lift the dress over her head. 

Nico drank in each movement, his dick twitching when the black lace of her underwear was exposed. 

She thought about hanging it up, but there was a wet spot from her orgasm that would need to be cleaned off before she could wear it again. Instead, she tossed it aside, so it draped artfully across the floor. 

He made a low noise in his throat. 

She stood before him in black pumps, a tiny pair of black lace underwear and a bra that was some kind of free-standing contraption. No straps and no band. As she went about removing it, he realized it was stuck to her skin. It must not have been that uncomfortable, though. The red marks had already mostly faded when she discarded it with the dress. 

After easing her thong off, Lena held it out to him, hooked on one finger. She’d bought it, wanting to see it tucked into his pocket by the end of the night. While she’d been getting dressed, she’d wondered if it might end up there before they left the gala, but that hadn’t worked out. Good thing, too. Everyone would have known. That dress really didn’t hide anything.

“God, you’re perfect,” he breathed, taking the underwear from her and tucking it into his pants pocket. 

Preening, she motioned for him to lay back. 

He did, scooting up to the pillows to get in a comfortable position. 

Lena waited for him to get settled before straddling him. 

Watching her crawl up his body, knowing where she was going to end up, was perhaps the hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life.

“After this,” she said, hovering over him, just close enough that the only thing he could smell was her sweet, humid heat, “I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me.”

“Okay.”

Like he could say no to anything she wanted while they were in this position. 

She made a satisfied humming noise and lowered to his mouth. 

He groaned, hands coming up to grasp her hips, fingers digging into the flesh to keep her on top of him. He wanted to keep her here as long as possible.

He played with her clit, then licked through her, savoring the juices that gathered on his tongue. He hummed just to see her squirm and her nipples tighten. 

When he tried to pull away, and she followed him with a whine, he couldn't help but laugh. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he urged before latching his mouth back onto her. 

Clutching the headboard with one hand for balance, she toyed with her nipple with the other. 

The sight of it made his dick jump in his pants. “Das ist es,” he murmured, purposefully not bothering to translate. She always seemed to like it when he used his native language in bed, especially if it was praise.

Her head tipped back with a groaned, “oh fuck,” as she moved to the other breast. 

The need to get her off, to make sure she had the best orgasm possible, was a palpable itch he needed to scratch. It felt like he might just die without it. Keeping his left hand at her hip for balance, he brought the other to her center. 

Feeling his fingers tease her entrance, Lena popped her hips back to facilitate him. She was rewarded with a low hum of appreciation and a wink. 

Reveling in her expression — eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering and jaw slack — Nico continued his pursuit, easing two fingers into her, determined to find her g-spot. He’d done it before, he could surely do it again. 

He knew he'd found it, not only from the slightly different, spongey texture but also from the stuttered moan of pleasure that crawled up her throat. 

Her left hand smacked back onto the headboard, grasping desperately for balance as her hips rolled atop his face.

Milking her clit with his mouth, he worked his fingers in and out and up and down until she was trembling above him, chanting, “Yes! Nico, yes!”

He hummed back, moaning as a fresh wave of her arousal slicked over his chin. If this wasn’t about him making up for being such a prat, he would beg her to turn around so he could feel her mouth at the same time.

This was a whole new feeling. The combination of Nico’s extraordinary mouth, along with his magic fingers, was the catalyst for a series of reactions Lena had never felt together before. First, there was the intense heat that shimmered over her skin, then the pleasure that zinged from her core all the way up to her brain, and through her legs, right to her toes, still tucked into her pumps. Finally, there was the swirl of emotion and sensation that took up residence in her low belly. All together, they resulted in an orgasm so intense, she didn’t even have words to describe it. 

Color and sound and heat rushing through her until they swelled to bursting, unleashing all over Nico’s face. 

Choking out a groan of surprise as Lena’s orgasm gushed over his hand and flooded his mouth, he tried to commit every detail of this night to memory. He’d never made a woman squirt before and was bound and determined to remember everything so he could recreate it. He wanted to experience this over and over again.

She practically fell off of him, and they lay there, gasping. 

“Jesus Christ,” he murmured, swiping at the liquid dripping off his neck. He had no idea if it was her release or his own sweat. He didn’t care. 

“Fuck me,” Lena breathed, her hand coming up to her forehead in disbelief. “You’re just bringing all sorts of things out of me today.” 

Nico started to giggle, and Lena couldn't help but join in. They soon found themselves rolling toward each other, overtaken with laughter. It ended up being both of their favorite memories of the night. Yes, Nico had just made her come so hard she saw stars, but this — this laughing together in the middle of it all felt so…comfortable. It was a reminder that at it’s core, their relationship hadn’t changed all that much. 

“I love you so much,” Nico laughed against her mouth. 

“I love you, too,” she said before silencing him with a kiss. 

He moaned and pulled her on top of him.

After a few more minutes of passionate kissing, chests still occasionally shaking with laughter, Lena pulled away. Grinding her core against his stomach - knowing it drove him wild - she said, “well, I think I’m plenty prepped.” 

He grinned and managed to tamp down most of his laughter. 

Helping her off of him, he watched her stand and brace her hands on the mattress before hauling himself out of the bed and shoving his pants down. When he’d pulled the hanger from the closet, he’d intended to hang them up, but the prospect of fucking her stole too much of his brain power to care anymore. So they stayed heaped on the floor as he took his place behind her, rutting his hard cock against her. 

She moaned and popped her hips back to grind on him. If she kept that up, he was going to come before he even got inside her. 

What was it she’d said? I want you to bend me over the bed and fuck me. Bringing a hand to the back of her neck, he pushed her forward until her chest pressed flush to his mussed comforter. 

Her heels were still on, and even though they pitched her legs forward at an awkward angle, forcing her to grasp for balance with her toes, she was glad she hadn’t kicked them off. She would have been too short without them, and there was something so hot about having to rely on him for her balance.

Lena moaned. She’d dreamed of this so many times. Of him coming into her room, pressing her down to the bed, or sweeping everything off her desk to bend her over the hard surface, and using those powerful legs and hips to fuck her brain into mush. When he told her, however you want me, she knew she had to take advantage. 

 Fuck, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. Seeing her bent over like this, with her beautiful back and the ample curves of her ass and hips on full display, was the fulfillment of a fantasy he hadn’t even known he had. He felt like the luckiest man on the planet. 

“You like that?” he asked, sliding his erection through her wet center.

Shifting her hips back, trying to entice him inside her, she breathed, “yes.” 

He took the bate, but only teased her entrance with the thick head of his cock. 

“Nico,” she whined. 

“Hm?” he asked, enjoying this far more than he ever thought he would. 

“Fuck me.” 

Something occurred to him suddenly, “do we need a safe word?” 

She was too busy trying to get more of him inside her without falling over to respond. 

Easing back as he lifted his hand off her neck, he asked, “what’s your safe word? I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“You won’t hurt me.”

“Lena,” he admonished. 

“Fine,” she huffed, mind whirring, “cantaloupe.” She’d bought one just the day before, and it was the the first thing that popped into her mind that didn’t sound too close to something she might yell out naturally, like puck, which was the first word she’d thought of. “Now fuck me.” 

A deep groan let go in his chest, and Nico pressed her back down, hand now resting between her shoulder blades. “This is okay?” he asked. 

“Yes,” she huffed, frustration evident in her voice, “come on.” 

His only response was to trace his thumb over her skin. 

“Please,” she whined, not caring that she sounded desperate and needy. She felt desperate and needy. 

Chuckling, he gave her no warning before burring his cock in her sweet, tight center. 

Hands fisting the comforter, Lena’s back swayed like a snake as an animalistic cry flew from her mouth. 

This kind of standing doggy, which she found allowed for stronger thrusting than kneeling, had always been one of her favorite positions. It felt new with Nico, though, who was thicker than any of her previous partners. He hit spots in her she never knew she had and filled her in a way she didn’t think was possible. 

Panting, she moved with him. The solid feel of him behind and inside her made her desperate for more. “Nico,” she moaned. Whatever else she was going to say jumbled in her mouth as he withdrew to the tip before burying himself back in her warmth. 

God, she was the most amazing woman he’d ever met. Her head was turned, so he got a view of her blissful expression in profile as she moaned and panted for him. The sight of her ass bouncing off his hips had him desperate to do things he’d never imagined himself doing before. Good thing they had a safe word. She might just need to use it. 

His free hand came down on her ass with a sharp slap before he grabbed the globe of it, kneading the muscle. 

She cried out. 

“That’s good?” he asked, wanting to make sure it wasn’t a cry of pain. 

“Yes,” she moaned, “so good, Nico.” She’d never liked getting spanked before. Then again, she’d never trusted someone like she trusted Nico. She knew he wouldn’t push it too far, which had always been her hesitation with the guys who tried it before. When Nico did it, it sent so much unexpected electricity rocketing through her system, she couldn't let go of the idea of him doing it again. 

He switched hands, so his right pressed into her back, and his left was free to smack her other cheek until it was red enough to match its partner. There was something incredibly arousing about knowing she trusted him to do this. That she found it hot, too. 

Back arching with the pleasurable pain, Lena begged, “harder.” 

“You want me to spank you harder?” he asked, a little surprised. He hadn’t exactly been gentle about it. 

Her head shook, just slightly, “Fuck me. Fuck me harder, Nico.” 

Sliding his hands over her curves and onto her hips to get a good grip, he got into a more grounded stance and snapped his hips to hers. 

The fulfillment of this fantasy nearly drove Lena out of her mind.  

Her face turned slightly, so her shout was muffled by the comforter. Which was a shame, really. He wouldn’t mind his neighbors overhearing this. Especially that dick next door who checked her out every time they passed by each other in the hall. 

Unable to hold it in, he moaned, “You’re so perfect for me, Lena.” 

“Yes,” she chanted, “for you, Nico. Only for you.” 

He wanted to make her come around his cock, but her declaration had a surge of heat streaking through him, so hot that his resolve crumbled in one fell swoop.

“Fuck, gonna come,” he groaned, his rhythm turning sloppy and swift. 

“Yes,” her hips tipped, just so, making her even tighter. 

The sensations became too much, and her name burst from his mouth in a shout. 

Feeling his hot release spill into her, Lena moaned.

Joints liquified by his orgasm, Nico collapsed, his chest pressing into her sweaty back. 

It took a few moments before he could get his mouth to work right. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into her hair. 

“For what?” she laughed.

Feeling came back into his legs, and he eased out. “Didn't last long enough for you to get off.” 

With his weight off her. Lena crawled onto the bed, desperate to give her legs a rest. Her heels clunked to the floor, one after the other.

He climbed on beside her, pulling her against him. 

“You know,” she said as she turned over so they were face to face, “just because I didn't get off that one time doesn't mean I didn't thoroughly enjoy myself.” 

“You deserve to get off whenever I do,” he argued. 

“That's really sweet, Nico,” she assured, a hand coming up to caress his cheek and push his hair from his face. She knew he had a tendency to be too hard on himself, wanting everything to be perfect every time. “But don't forget you just made me come so hard I squirted.” 

He scoffed, “like I could ever forget that.” 

“And it's not like you came without getting me off,” she assured, tracing soft patterns on his scalp. “It evens out in the end.”

He made a discontented noise but didn't argue. 

She let it drop. “Let's go clean up, yeah? If you're really worried about it, you can get me off in the shower.” 

Pulling her even closer and burying his face in her neck, he told her, “I love you.” 

“I love you, too,” she said, fingers carding through his hair. “Now, come on. I need to shower. You've made a right mess of me.” 

Laughing, he slid off the bed and lifted her into his arms. 

He deposited her onto the bathroom counter and started the shower. 

“You’re sure you’re okay?” he asked, concern in his eyes as he studied her face.

“With what?” 

“I didn’t hurt you?” 

She shook her head, “no. I would have told you if you did. I know you would have stopped if I told you to.” 

A relieved sigh let go in his chest. 

He lifted her off the counter and followed her into the shower. 

After soaping each other up, Nico did spend some time on his knees, getting her off not just once but several more times. He was too taken with her shaking legs and panting mouth as her hands sunk into his hair to stop at one.

“I did enough?” he asked a while later, after pajamas had been donned, and they’d crawled into bed.

“Enough what?”

“I made it up to you?” 

“Mmmhmmm…” she mumbled sleepily.

Tucking himself against her, he relished the warmth of her body pressed against his. 

“I forgave you long before I got naked, though,” she said, feeling it was important to clarify. “The awesome sex was just a bonus.” 

He chuckled softly, pressing a few soft kisses to her shoulder. 

“I love you,” she said, voice slow with fatigue. 

“I love you, too. Thank you for believing in me.” 

“You’re the best man I’ve ever known, Nico.”

Heart swelling in his chest, he pulled her a bit closer and settled in to fall asleep.  

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SYNOPSIS Mila Petrova has dedicated her entire life to figure skating. If anything, she thought that the ice was her soulmate. And then she meets Nico Hischier. And her entire world shifts.

THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ‧₊˚ Yes, there will be mentions to other figure skaters. Yes, my biases might come through ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ‧₊˚ There will be chapters featuring toxic family, disordered eating, and mental health among others so feel free to skip the chapter if you see anything you feel uncomfy with in the trigger warnings ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ‧₊˚ Special thanks to Canva and Pinterest! It’s really just me and you against the world! ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ‧₊˚ This is my first ever fic!! So please be nice!! Feedback is appreciated!! ‧₊˚ ౨ৎ‧₊˚

TEASERS ✩ About Mila ✩ The Forgotten Medalist (Olympics 2014) ✩ A Huge Teddy Bear (Olympics 2018) ✩ milana.p (Olympics 2022)

CHAPTERS ᡣ𐭩 Chapter One: Designated Driver ᡣ𐭩 Chapter Two: Designated Driver (again) ᡣ𐭩 Chapter Three: 36 Questions ᡣ𐭩 Chapter Four: Marry Me ᡣ𐭩 Chapter Five: See You Soon ᡣ𐭩 Chapter Six [...coming soon...]

SCENARIOS & BLURBS & THOUGHTS ⟡ Invisible String ⟡ Kiss me, Kiss me ⟡ We'll Be Okay

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When Two Sports Collide - N. Hischier

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summary: Lisa met Nico at birthday party. Both of them were in a relationships and just began their professional careers. What if they're actual soulmates who has to find the way to each other hearts?

main characters: Lisa Pedersen, Nico Hischier, Charlotte Olsen, Sander Dale, Maya Trunz

warnings: friends to lovers, slow burn, cheating, breakup, jealousy, NSFW content, mentions of COVID, injuries, heartbreak, hiding feelings

Melissa "Lisa" Pedersen (face claim: Nora Mørk)

Nico Hischier

Chapters:

I Lottie's 18th birthday

II Long distance troubles

III Breakup & achievements

IV Bittersweet months

V Single life

VI Time to move on

VII Thanks for being there for me

VIII Surprise visits

IX Completed person

X Unexpected decision

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Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

His Rejected Proposal

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Noelle Hischer

A/N: This is a part of my Hockey babies Au.

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nicohischier: I’ve been waiting to meet you my entire life, Noelle Nina Hischier. ❤️

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y/nusername: We made such a cute baby!! Let’s make another one! 😏

↳ nicohischier: you’re literally still in the hospital bed

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ninahischer: You guys didn’t say you were naming her after me! I’m literally crying in a cafe right now. ❤️

↳ nicohischier: well it’s not like I have any other sisters…

↳ y/nusername: shut up Neeks. We gave Noelle your sister’s name because we love her and it felt right.

ehaula: Welcome to Team Dad, cap.

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Jackhughes: Noelle… like Noel. I just realized that her name is Christmas themed!

↳ nicohischer :you’ve had too many head injuries omg

njdevils: Futures first female captain in the NHL. 🏒❤️🖤

↳ y/nusername: let’s focus on getting a baby jersey for my baby before we start planning her future.

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Y/nusername: Noelle was just so eager to see the world she decided she had to be born a week early. At least now we get to spend this Christmas with our adorable baby girl. 🌲

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User1: Noelle.. I’m melting it’s so cute ☺️

nicohischer: I was so afraid I was going to drop her when we were leaving.

↳ y/nusername: truth me I know lol. You asked the nurse if you were carrying the carrier the right way like 50 times.

↳ nicohischer: well some of us had to walk and carry a newborn out to the car while the other got wheeled out.

↳ y/nusername I got wheeled out because I just pushed your big headed child out of my vagina.

↳ nicohischer: …fair point

barzal97: I bet I could get her an islanders jersey,

↳ y/nusername: I won’t even wear the jersey when I’m at your games working. What makes you think I’d put my baby in an Islanders jersey.

↳ barzal97 you like the color orange.

↳ y/nusername: 🙄

User2: When was your original due date?

↳ y/nusername January 4, so it wasn’t anything extreme just unexpected.

Tmeier96: you were in labor for hours how are you feeling?

↳ y/nusername: I refuse to take any responsibility what I may have done or said while in labor. However… I’m sorry for using your hand as a squeeze ball until Nico got to the hospital.

Tmeier96: you were in pain and panicking. There’s nothing to be sorry about.

yourmom: I can’t believe I missed by babygirl giving birth to her own baby.

↳ y/nusername: Don’t worry mom, Nico is picking you up from the airport tomorrow. Noelle is still be small and cute plus she’ll still have that new baby smell.

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nico.hischier thank you NJ for another fun game! 😈

y/n_hughes posting this while im on the rag should be a crime 🫠

lhughes_06 @y/n_hughes um…?

best_friend bestie it’s ok to have inside thoughts you know @y/n_hughes

nico.hischier @y/n_hughes i could say the same thing about the photos you sent me last night

lhughes_06 @nico.hischier UMMM????

_quinnhughes good god, you two, the DM option is there for a reason

jesperbratt wait what kinda photos are we talking about 👀 @y/n_hughes

dawson1417 ^^^^

nicho.hischier @jesperbratt @dawson1417 🖕

lhughes_06 @jesperbratt @dawson1417 🖕

_quinnhughes @jesperbratt @dawson1417 🖕

jackhughes @jesperbratt @dawson1417 🖕

y/n_hughes happy to announce i won’t be taking anymore ice skating lessons from @nico.hischier for as long as i live :)

nico.hischier it wasn’t that bad!!

y/n_hughes you promised you’d catch me if i fell and when i did you started laughing at me 😩 @nico.hischier

best_friend how bruised is your ass?

y/n_hughes @best_friend very 🥺

nico.hischier @y/n_hughes want me to kiss it better?

jackhughes @nico.hischier @y/n_hughes 🤢🤢

_quinnhughes @nico.hischier @y/n_hughes you two are nasty

lhughes_06 UMMMMM?!?! @nico.hischier

hockeyfan01 not y/n feeding us all this nico content I’ve been STARVING

y/n_hughes @hockeyfan01 happy to be of service 🫡

njdevil00 who is that handsome man? 👀👀

y/n_hughes @njdevil00 HE’S MINE 🤺👹

hockeyfan02 @y/n_hughes @njdevil00 LMFAOOO

y/n_hughes happy 3 years to the love of my life 😍🥰 couldn’t be more grateful to call you mine @nico.hischier

nico.hischier love you to the stars and back, meine liebe

_quinnhughes i still remember the day you told us you two were together and i almost strangled him 😌

lhughes_06 i am a witness and confirm @nico.hischier was almost strangled

jackhughes um yeah bro, it was during intermission, we were ALL witnesses 💀💀 @lhughes_06

best_friend i witnessed it on tv while sitting on my couch at home, does that count?

y/n_hughes @best_friend totally

best_friend @y/n_hughes YAY!!

ninahischier so happy for you two!

[77andyou]

So…I’ve been on hockey tumblr for a hot minute but would reblog stuff on a different account. I just made this new account exclusively for hockey content and I was thinking what if I made a Trevor Zegras single dad AU? I used to write fanfic for other things but stopped writing before I got into hockey a few years ago.

I’m also open to other people btw! I wanna steer clear of the Hughes bros (even though I absolutely love them) mainly because I see so much about them and I don’t think I could compete lol but I also love Elias Pettersson, Nico Hischier, Kirby Dach and John Marino.

[bqstqnbruin]

Nico Hischier Teacher AU

Hello here's another one (I am so bored waiting for my school year to start and I still have a week and a half send me suggestions if you have them)

Teacher AU Series

Warnings: swearing

WC: 808

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“Ugh, fuck me.”

“Last night wasn’t enough?.”

Blake playfully smacks Nico on the chest, pulling a laugh from him. They rub their face, letting out a groan that matched the pitch of Nico’s alarm that had woken them both up from the sleep they finally got. It felt way too early to be waking up, but that was more due to the fact that they and Nico had been awake until at least three am the night before. “Thank god it’s a dress down day.”

Nico rolls out of bed, Blake following suit. Fridays had so much potential to be a teacher's favorite and least favorite days of the week; it was almost the weekend, but the students were more insane than other days, they could dress down thanks to enough teachers annoying admin about it, but it made dressing back up for the next Monday even worse.

“What are you wearing today?” Nico asks, wrapping his arms around Blake’s waist. 

“One of the school sweatshirts, probably,” they say, trying to break free to get ready despite Nico’s kisses trailing down their neck. “We have to get ready if I want to head back to my place and grab my stuff before school.”

Nico pouts, stepping back from them. “We could just drive in together.” 

“We both know that the students will never shut up if they find out we’re dating.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, his arms back around them like they never left. “The math teacher and the English teacher dating, how scandalous.” 

“Stop it,” they tease, grabbing the sweatshirt with their school logo on it and throwing it over their head. “I’ll see you at school.”

Nico pulls them in for a kiss, whining when they pull away and practically run out the door with their bag. 

Getting to school was a fight, trying to get through traffic of multiple other campuses before reaching the one they taught at. It was Friday, they just had to get through Friday. 

First period went by without issue. The students were being a little weird while Blake was texting, but that was nothing unusual for a Friday. It was the pre-weekend anticipation that they were feeling. 

The students acted weird all day, Blake sending a text to Nico only to have him confirm it was more than just the Weekend Weirdness. Last period finally came, the longest day seeming even longer because of the students.

“Teacher Garner?” one of their students pipes up right before the last bell was supposed to ring. 

Blake looks up from their computer, Piper, one of the quieter students in the class standing in front of their desk, the rest of the class silent behind her. “What’s up?”

“Are you and Mr. H dating?” 

Blake could feel the color draining from their face. They had discussed at length together that they were not going to tell anyone at work that they were together, that they had been together, for nearly a year and a half now. Part of it was because they didn’t want the students to pry in their personal lives, the other part because they simply didn’t think it was anyone’s business. They weren’t breaking any rules, they just didn’t want people prying. “Why would you ask that?”

“You’re wearing his sweatshirt,” Piper says, pointing to Blake’s arm, where Nico’s last name was stitched into the bicep.

“Oh, we must have switched ours when we took them off at the faculty meeting the other day. You know how hot the library can get,” they try to pass it off, the bell ringing before Piper can say anything else. The students behind her were quietly laughing, filing out of the room as Blake told them to have a good weekend. 

They hid out in their room, hoping they could leave as soon as the pick up lines were out. 

“Hey,” Blake hears their classroom door open, Nico poking his head in. “Are you ok?”

Blake makes a face, trying to figure out what they were feeling. “You heard?”

“As soon as first period ended, I had students in my room asking me about you.” 

Blake felt their heart race, thinking back to them texting Nico earlier in the day and him not mentioning that. “And what did you say?”

“We must have switched sweatshirts at the faculty meeting.”

Blake let out a sigh of relief, both of them unknowing saying the same thing to their students. “We spend too much time together.”

Nico smiles, looking behind his shoulder to make sure the door was closed before reaching for Blake’s hand. “I don’t think we spend enough time together.”

“And how do you propose we fix that problem?” 

“I think we should finally move in together.” 

“Imagine what the students will say when they see us driving in together.”

“Let them talk all they want.”

[lovecla]

© property of lovecla, nhl masterlist, nico hischier x you.

FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, final phase.

<last chapter>

➴ chapter warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), brief arguing.

➴ word count: 2.6k

💌 from me to you: and this, my loves, is the end of fake it ‘till you make it (for now!!). thank you so much for supporting me and my stories and thank you for this playlist that got me through this chapter. anyways, i’m so excited for you all to read the rest of this universe that i’m going crazy. hope you enjoy!!!! xxx

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user1 What does this even mean

user2 Nico are you cheating on me

user3 TOLD YALL THEY ARE LITERALLY MARRIED WITH KIDS

emmaroberts when did you even take that 😓

user4 Cap got his first hat trick and a girlfriend in less than three months

elladavis em looks sooo cute 🥹

user5 I thought i could keep convincing myself they were just friends but this ?????????

user6 Captain Dimples has a girlfriend (and she’s not me)

user7 the “#life 😌😁” is killing me

user8 user7 Like he really said Idgaf and went to sleep

user9 user8 beside emma

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YOU GRUNTED, almost throwing your phone away when you entered Nico’s apartment, which was basically your second house now.

There were tiny, somewhat insignificant things around his place that reported that you two were together, things like your hairbrush in his bathroom, your toothbrush beside his, your books and phone charger on his bedside table.

Or maybe the fact that he keeps buying the sweets he knows you like, or when he changed the brand of softener he used because you once briefly mentioned that it made your nose itch.

You won’t deny that you’re happy with the fact that he seems pleased to have you around, but you’re still not sure if you want to move in with him— your story already sounds crazy and fast paced enough.

Still, you enjoy spending your days off with him, especially when he’s also at home, which is tonight’s occasion. He’s sitting on the couch watching The Godfather when you enter the house, but you don’t even have time to properly greet him before Richard starts talking again.

“Technically, it wasn’t due until 5 p.m. today. So, no need to get your... keyboard in a knot.”

You scoff. “My keyboard in a— what?! Richard, I was waiting for your notes last night so I could approve it. I guess I didn’t factor in your busy schedule of... what was it? Two hours chatting up Emily from graphics?”

“Oh, come on,” he laughs, like he didn’t delay a week’s worth of work. “It wasn’t two hours. More like 45 minutes. And anyway, building relationships in the office is important, Emma. You should try it sometime.”

“Building relationships? Is that what we’re calling shameless flirting now?” you ask, voice filled with rage. “Good to know. Next time I don’t meet a deadline, I’ll just say I was networking over cocktails.”

“Listen, Emma—”

“No, you listen,” you say, finally tired after thirty minutes of arguing with your colleague. You place your bag on the coffee table, and almost lose your arguments when you find Nico’s puppy, almost scared eyes looking at you. “Jake, who’s a father of two adorable, sweet girls, had to stay at work way past his work hours, re-writing half of your article. Not to mention Melissa, who also had to stay late because your inspiration left her waiting for the graphics requests you didn’t submit.”

“Ain’t that awesome? That’s what I call a real team.”

“A real team?” You almost shout. Usually, as the editor-in-chief of one of the most important sports magazines in the US, you’d try to keep your cool and act professional. But you’ve been handling Richard’s bullshit for the past two months and now you’ve had enough. “I can’t do this anymore. I want you in my office on Monday so we can discuss your leaving.”

This time, Richard doesn’t have an immediate bratty remark for you.

“Was I clear?”

“M-Mrs Roberts, I—”

“My. Office. On Monday. At half past seven.”

“I’m sure we can figure this out and—”

You look at the clock sitting on Nico’s desk and smile, even though you know Richard can’t see. “Oh, would you look at that? It’s seven p.m. which means I’m not on my work hours anymore. So, we should probably just talk on Monday.” You use your best, fake happy voice. “Have a nice weekend, Richard.”

You don’t wait for his answer before hanging up on him and sighing loudly.

“Hi, baby,” you finally say, leaning down to give Nico a brief kiss. “I’m sorry for this.”

“I’m somewhere between proud and scared,” he smiles, getting up and wrapping his arms around your tired body, as you lean closer to his chest and rest your head on it. “Proud because you’re actually standing up for yourself, scared because I have never seen you talk like that.”

You shrug. “I mean, he did make Jake go home later than he’s supposed to, several times, and I’ve met his kids, I just… if it was just me, I wouldn’t be this upset but—”

“You don’t need to justify your actions, schatz. Not to me, not to anyone,” he smiles softly, and you just lean closer to his chest. He smells like home and violets. “And the guy is an asshole.”

You laugh, reluctantly pulling away from him.

“I guess you’re right,” you said. “I need a shower though. This ‘standing up for myself’ thing is tiring and nasty.”

“Better hurry, then,” Nico whispers against your mouth. “I ordered food from your favorite place.”

You moan loudly as you make your way to his bathroom. “Fuck, I’m going to have your kids.”

His laugh is loud enough for you to hear and you smile, closing the door behind you.

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YOU’RE ALMOST falling asleep on the couch when you feel it.

It’s light and sweet at first, barely noticeable. Nico had been resting his head on your belly, while you played with his hair and tried to keep up with the last episode of The Summer I Turned Pretty.

But you probably snoozed for a few seconds, and Nico saw that as the perfect opportunity for him to bury himself in the middle of your thighs.

“Baby,” you call him, and he hums back, barely paying attention to you. “What are you doing?”

“I miss you.” Was all he said, before going back to kissing your naked thighs.

You just chuckled, looking down at him, and feeling somewhat shy as he inhales your skin, probably smelling the hints of lavender your body wash left behind.

He keeps kissing you, taking his time. It’s barely anything, yet it has you throbbing under your panties, which makes you blush. It’s embarrassing how fast you melt under his touch.

He gets up, sitting on his heels, looking down at you with lustful eyes. “You’re stressed.”

“I am,” you smile.

“I want to eat you out.”

“You do?”

“I do, yeah,” he plays with the hem of your shirt, slowly moving his finger down, all the way to your black panties. “What do you think?”

“I think that’s the best idea you’ve had in a while,” you bite your lips, hiding your grin.

He doesn’t hide his, smiling widely as he quietly drags your underwear down, lifting your hips just enough to remove them from your body.

“You have such a pretty pussy, babe,” he muttered, spreading your legs, until your bare, smooth flesh mercies the open air. “I can never get enough.”

Before you can even start to feel shy about your nakedness, Nico dives in, licking a long stripe up your pussy, not paying attention to your most sensitive part, not just yet— it had you moaning anyway, though.

He attaches his warm mouth to your core, tongue messily gliding over your lips and entrance. His movements are precise and smooth, like he was born to do this.

The tip of his tongue finds your hole, dipping inside you slowly, then, he finally licks your clit, moving his wet muscle from side to side while you trash under his touch, holding onto the couch with both of your hands.

“You’re so wet, baby,” he says, voice hoarse and silvery. “Dripping, actually. And all of that for me.”

You’re about to answer when he dives into your core again, this time focusing on your clit only. He grabs both of your thighs and pulls you towards him, licking everywhere. The sound of him eating you out filling up the room, louder than the boring show you had on.

The room’s barely illuminated yet you can see him staring at you as he licks, eats and satisfies himself with your taste. He doesn’t even blink, trapped between your legs, sucking your most sensitive part.

“Ngh.”

He stops messing with your clit just to smirk and say: “C’mon, love. I know you can be louder than that.”

And then, he dives into you again, giving you all he can. And his all has you pulling his hair and moaning loudly, even with your left hand covering your mouth.

Your release builds fast, as it always does whenever Nico decides to do whatever he wants with you. The tension in your lower belly comes faster each time you both have sex, and even though you can’t explain why, you’re not bored by it, not at all.

“Nico, I’m gonna come,” you manage to say, rolling your eyes, only to close them afterwards. “F-Fuck.”

You’re rutting against his mouth, not caring that your sweet spot’s feeling overstimulated. It’s like a feral feeling, taking over your body and mind, and your only goal is to come.

You feel lucky, so fucking lucky, to have a man like him to make you see stars, and when you come inside his mouth, it’s without warning or coordination.

You’re seeing white and you’re gasping for breath as he continues to lick you, digging his short nails into your flesh so he can keep you in place— even though you can barely move, your limbs are too weak to do anything.

“N-Nico,” you whisper, gently pushing him away because you’re sure you’re about to disintegrate if he keeps going. And also because you know he’ll be there for hours with no end if you don’t push him away. “Shit.”

He smirks, and you’re sure he’ll never look this hot again. His hair is glued to his face, and his chin is shiny with your come, but so are his lips and the tip of his nose. But what really does it for you it’s the way his chocolate eyes are shining and looking at you like you’re everything.

You grab his shirt and pull him down, kissing his lips right away, tasting yourself on his tongue. It’s nasty and new, but you don’t care; you just want to feel him, be close to him.

“There’s no one else,” you tell him. “It’s just you, and it will always be just you.”

He smiles, his dimples stealing the spotlight because they make you want to live inside his cheek forever. “Hope that’s a promise, baby.”

“Oh, captain,” you hum. “It is.”

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YOU’RE SITTING on Nico’s lap when you see her.

She enters the bar with her chin up, holding her Gucci purse under her arms and softly clicking her fingers against the phone she’s holding.

She doesn’t immediately look your way, and even though you’re not sure if she knows you and your people— Mia, Ella, Luke, Jack and Nico— had chosen this specific bar to celebrate the Devils winning streak, you can’t help but feel aware of her presence.

Nico brings you back to the present moment, squeezing your waist lightly, just enough to make you look back at him.

“What does Em think of this?” you hear someone, Luke, maybe, ask, and you shrug, trying to hide the fact that you don’t know what they’re talking about.

“Keep my girlfriend out of your useless conversations, please.” Nico says, saving you once again. You give him a brief cheek kiss, taking care so you won’t smudge his cheek with your red lipstick.

“Please, you’re so pussy-whipped it’s sad to watch.” Jack says and Mia rolls her eyes at him.

“As he should.” she grins, winking at you.

“I only asked her if she thinks the last Fast & Furious movie is boring or not,” Luke argues. “I mean, Natalie almost killed me last time I mentioned it.”

“She hates those goddamn movies,” you laugh, remembering how angry she’d get whenever someone tried to make her believe that that whole franchise is good. “You should’ve known better.”

“I guess,” Luke pouts, toying with his beer bottle and Ella smiles at him. “I lowkey miss her, is that weird?”

“It’s not weird to miss your friends, Duke,” Mia fake punches him. “I miss her a lot, too. And Quinn.”

“We should visit them once the season’s over,” Ella suggests and you all agree, making plans for your next trip to Vancouver.

The conversation makes you forget about the fact that Nora is in the same place as you, and your insecurities are set aside so you can enjoy your evening with your friends.

You’re caught up with laughing and dancing with Mia and Luke when Nico reaches for you and tells you he’s going to the bathroom, and you just nod and give him a peck, before following Luke and doing the dumbest dance moves ever, making Mia laugh and curse at both of you.

You end up knocking over Luke’s bottle of glass all over you, and even though it’s hot inside the bar, you know you’ll have to dry your shirt before heading out again, otherwise it’s certain you’ll catch a cold.

“I’ll be right back, guys,” you tell Mia and Luke before looking around and trying to find the bathroom sign. Once you do, it’s a sixteen step walk until you’re standing in front of the door that leads to the bathroom hallway, only to find Nico standing there with—

Nora.

They don’t see you, and Nora’s the first to speak again. “It’s just that… you kind of just vanished after that night at my house, and you did unfollow me on Instagram. Did I do something wrong?”

“Well, Nora, you see: you did do something wrong. You kissed me even though you knew I had a girlfriend. That’s not really cool.”

You can tell by his tone that he’s upset, and the Angel sitting on your right shoulder is telling you that you should trust your boyfriend and leave the two of them alone but the Devil speaks louder and you stay right where you are.

“But…” she’s pouting and you feel the urge to punch her. “I didn’t know you and Emma were serious. If I had known, I’d—”

“You’d what?” he scoffs. “You’re still here, even after knowing that Em and I are serious, and have been for a long time now. You followed me all the way to the bathroom just to ask if I was upset with you for kissing me even though you knew I was dating.”

“Nico, you’re being too serious. Emma doesn’t need to know what we did—”

“She already does,” he crosses his arms in front of chest and leans against the bathroom door. “And even if she didn’t, I know, Nora. If you can sleep at night knowing you kissed a compromised person, that sounds like a you problem. I love my girlfriend and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t bother me anymore.”

Nora’s silent for a few seconds before she remembers Nico’s probably expecting an answer.

“I’m not saying you don’t love her, I’m just saying that I understand if you can’t talk to me because of he—”

“It’s not that I can’t, Nora, I don’t want to,” he scoffs again. “Emma is my girlfriend for a fucking reason. I love her.”

Nora’s face is red, and her hands are shaking slightly. She nods before running out of the hallway like her ass’s on fire, only stopping when she almost runs into you.

You don't do anything besides winking at her, watching as her face becomes even redder and angrier. It’s funny how she stomps her way through the bar and leaves without a single word to anyone else.

When you look back to the hallway, you find Nico staring at you, a beautiful smile decorating his lips.

“Looks like you got yourself wet, baby.” He says, pointing to your shirt.

You smile, following him to the bathroom. “Hell yes I did. But it’s about to get worse.”

[goldfades]

i think i just died dead 😭😭😭😭😭

HES SO DAD ARE YPU SERIOUS?!?!

[tkwrites]

Welcome Home - Nico Hischier x ofc

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Title: Welcome Home

Part VI in the It Doesn’t Matter AU

It Doesn't Matter Masterlist

Author: Tory / @tkwrites 

Relationship: Nico Hischier x Lena (ofc)

Summary: Lena welcomes Nico home from a road trip in a way he's only dreamed of.

Warnings: Smut (18+ Only!), heavy nipple play, unprotected p in v (wrap it up unless you’re in a consenting relationship!)

Word count: 1,800

Comments: I had no intention of posting another Nico and Lena piece so soon, but this came to me last night and practically wrote itself. I was half asleep through part of it, so please forgive any mistakes. In many ways, it's extremely self indulgent, but I think you'll enjoy it, too.

Nico and Lena continue to be my spiciest AU. They just can't keep their hands off each other.

If you did enjoy this fic, please consider letting me know by commenting, reblogging, or sending in an ask. Your encouragement and comments truly inspire me to keep writing. 

Welcome Home

Hey, I’m sorry but I’m in the middle of something. Can you catch a ride home with Jack and Luke? 

This message should have been his first clue Lena was up to something. She never bailed on plans like this. He’d been looking forward to her picking him up after the road trip. Not just because it meant he got to see her sooner, but because part of him really liked being seen with her, now that the guys knew they were together. 

She wouldn’t bail without reason, though. So, he swallowed his disappointment down and responded, Sure. See you soon. 

When Nico opened the apartment door, he’d expected to find Lena at her easel, working on a painting, having asked him to ride with Jack because she wasn’t in a good stopping place. She did that occasionally before bed, staying up to get it just right. 

Instead, she was casually leaning her butt against the back of the couch, wearing nothing but a red silk slip with delicate black lace at the neck and hem.

“I wanted to welcome you home,” she said with a sultry smile. 

“I…” he couldn’t even form words. Speech was for greater men than him. He could barely even think. 

“Didn’t want to ruin the surprise by picking you up in this,” she teased, pulling at the hem. 

He nodded, dumbly, reveling in the knowledge that she'd done this just for him.

One of the seven nights he was gone, they were talking on the phone when she’d asked him what kind of lingerie he liked. He’d told her he didn’t really know (anything would look incredible on her), but he’d always dreamed of coming home from a roadie to his girlfriend waiting for him in lingerie. It hadn’t even crossed his mind that she would ask him to ride with Jack so she could make it a reality.

Relishing the way his eyes raked over her again, Lena smiled. It was so easy to fulfill this fantasy, especially when she already had this nightie in Devils colors. She’d only worn it for someone once before but wore it on her own plenty. She loved the feel of it - the brush of the silk against her nipples turned her knees to jello nearly every time.  

“I missed you,” she said, taking slow steps toward him. 

The way the fabric lifted slightly with each sway of her hips made his mouth water. God, she was so beautiful. 

“I missed you, too,” he managed to say. 

This fantasy she was bringing to life had his heart banging in his chest. 

“Yeah?” she asked. “How much?” 

“So much,” he moaned, finally reaching out to touch her. The silk was just as soft as it looked. 

“You wanna show me how much?” she asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. 

Licking his lips, he nodded. 

She leaned up to brush her lips over his - barely even touching. His mouth buzzed in anticipation. “Come show me then,” she said before turning to walk down the hall.

He swore in German and then in French before finally saying, “you’re fucking incredible.” 

She glanced over her shoulder and met his eyes, “coming?” 

It was all the prompting he needed. He ran to follow her. By the time he got into their room, she was climbing up on the bed, giving him a perfect view of her ass. A desperate noise crawled up his throat. 

He waited for her to get comfortable, sitting up on the bed before he asked, “what did you have in mind?”

“You’re showing me how much you missed me, remember?” 

Nodding, he tore at his clothes, stripping off the hoodie and shorts until he stood before her in nothing but boxer briefs. 

“Off or on?” she asked, pulling the lace hem of her nighty up her thigh. 

“On,” he panted, eyes dragging over her again. He wanted to be the one to take it off.

Her smile let him know he'd made the right choice. 

“This is incredible,” he said, running a finger under one of the straps as he brought his body closer to hers. 

“I like how it feels,” she admitted. And before she could stop herself, she continued, “I’m about 96 percent sure you could get me off just by playing with my nipples through it.” 

His eyes were drawn down to them automatically. They seemed to pebble under his gaze, poking against the fabric. “Yeah?” he asked, voice gone husky. 

“I had an ex who almost got me there but moved on right before I was about to come,” she said, rolling her eyes.

Nico wrinkled his nose. “Was he blind?” She wasn’t difficult to read. She always moaned and rocked her hips up three or four times when she was about to crest. 

“Something like that,” she giggled. In reality, he’d mistaken her groan of frustration as one of desire and slid into her, shooting off before she  even had the chance to come. 

“Do you want me to try?”

She bit her lip and nodded, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“Where?” he asked.

“Where?” she repeated, confused. Hadn't they just talked about where she wanted to he touched? 

“Where do you want to be?” he clarified, gesturing to his lap as an example. “What position?” He could not be relied upon to communicate well when she was wearing this for him. 

“Oh,” she blushed. As she closed her eyes, trying to envision what would feel best, one of her hands drifted up, fondling herself through the silk. Her core throbbed to life between her legs. The fact that Nico wanted to do this for her turned her on nearly as much as the caress of her own fingers. 

Her face softened, and Nico groaned. He flirted with the idea of letting her continue, wanting to see her get herself off like this. On the other hand, he was supposed to be showing her. And he wanted to touch her. He always wanted to touch her.

Reaching forward, he knocked her hand out of the way so he could tweak her nipple instead. 

Her head fell back, and she moaned, “lighter.”

“Hu?”

“I want you to touch lighter,” she said, “like this.” She reached up, gently pinching one of the sensitive nubs before dragging the silk over the tip. It felt so good — slippery and cool. A whisper on her sensitive skin.

He took her instruction, relaxing his touch.

Her back arched, pressing closer as his thumb lightly circled the peak. “Oh my god. That feels so good,” she breathed. “Don't stop.”

His left hand came up to join the right, repeating the treatment on her other breast. 

“Fuck, Nico. Oh, yes.”

Her chest heaved a deep breath, and her hips began to roll. 

“Here,” Nico said, momentarily abandoning his mission so he could get them in a better position.

She whined at the loss but cut herself off when he sat against the headboard and pulled her into his lap.

Quick as a flash, she was all over him, kissing him deeply as she brought her hips closer to his.

She was already soaked, leaving a trail of arousal on his skin. 

Groaning, his hands slipped back up to her breasts, gently pinching and rotating his fingers.

“Oh,” she keened. It felt incredible. Each tweak and twirl of her nipples shot a rocket of pleasure straight to her clit. She was sure if he so much as brushed the sensitive pearl, she would fall apart, receptive to even the slightest touch. 

“Come on,” he urged, touching the pad of his thumbs to the peaks and rubbing them in small circles.

“Oh,” she groaned, hips rocking as her back arched, “oh fuck Nico.”

His left hand went back to pinching and rolling the pebble between his thumb and forefinger as the right continued the gentle circles. 

The sudden force of his dual stimulation exploded in her veins. 

Hips pressed fully to him, she only had to roll once before her clit brushed his stomach, catching his happy trail, and pleasure exploded into her body. 

Nico kept going, tender and steady while she chanted his name. He was mesmerized that this simple touch could bring so much out of her. 

Gently, he pulled on one of the tender peaks, and, head thrown back, she cried out as heat blazed anew inside her. 

“Lena,” he groaned, leaning down to suck one nipple into his mouth, straight through the fabric. 

She writhed atop him. 

With his hand free, he pushed his boxers out of the way and urged her to sink onto his hard cock.  

Feeling him slip inside her as her orgasm raged was a breathtaking new sensation she would never forget. 

God, she felt incredible around him, urging him deeper. 

When the haze of pleasure slipped from Lena’s mind, an overwhelming urge to blow his mind took its place. He'd just given her two (three?) earth shattering orgasms in a row. Before the first one stopped, he did something new to begin again. She needed him to feel the same way.

Pushing him back gently, his mouth reluctantly popped off her breast as he was forced to lean back against the headboard. 

“Let me,” she said, rocking her hips with a little more insistence. 

Nico gulped and nodded, looking up at her with those big, brown eyes.

In all the times he'd imagined being with her, his mind had never come up with a scenario like this. Reality really was better than any kind of dream. 

In his partially reclined position, it was easier for her to touch him. Her hands slipped up his stomach, and as they found a new home on his chest, she softly circled his nipples with her thumbs, grazing over top every few passes. 

He moaned. He'd known nipple play was a thing. Lena liked her nipples played with nearly as much as her clit, and, even though she'd touched him there before, he'd never felt anything like this. It was like she built some kind of pleasure highway from his chest to his dick and each time she touched him, sensation rushed between the two.

He groaned her name, back arching and hips thrusting to meet each of her movements. 

Lena relished making him feel this way, eating up the shaky way he drew breath and the flutter of his lashes as his eyes rolled back. 

Feeling him spill into her as he shouted his pleasure sparked a sense of intense satisfaction inside Lena until it was glowing bright within her. 

“Oh my God,” he gasped as she lay over him, taking care to keep him seated inside her.

“Thank you,” she said, propping herself on one elbow so she could look into his face. “That was even better than I dreamed.”

A cocky smile ticked his lips up. “I'm glad,” he mumbled, pulling her in for a kiss. “I'll do that anytime you want.” 

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Hi, in ice to meet you could you write about Nico being with her when her mother shows up and starts insulting her so he defends her and stands up for his girlfriend?

I love your writing ❤️

Hi anon!! Thank you for liking how I write! It means a lot :>> And thank u for this !! It was the perfect way to procrastinate my paper so I got a bit carried away HAHAHAH

I like to think this would happen some time in the future like,,,, after everything in the main story has happened :00 I’m planning some resolution for the particular conflict with her mom (Aida), so take this as a lil spoiler for that !!!

(Chapter 6 will be out on Valentine's Day btw!!)

WE'LL BE OKAY | Nico Hischier x Figure Skater

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These days, going home was something Nico looked forward to. Not long ago, he’d have come back to an empty apartment, a solitary dinner, and maybe some mindless TV before bed. But now, things were different. He had someone waiting for him—someone to share meals, binge-watch shows, and bicker over laundry piles with. 

Home finally felt like home because Mila was there.

The apartment was still a work in progress. Boxes lingered in corners, and there were ongoing debates about where each trinket or art piece belonged. But the essentials—the living room, the bed, sheets, blankets, and kitchenware—were firmly in place and well-used over the past few weeks. Slowly but surely, the space was becoming theirs.

Tomorrow was a rare day off for Nico, and he wanted to celebrate it right: pastries from the neighborhood bakery and a cozy night on the couch. He imagined the grin on Mila’s face when she saw the spread of bread and cakes he’d picked up. Smiling to himself, he unlocked the door, ready to surprise her.

Instead, he walked into something else entirely.

The sound hit him before he saw her—Mila’s raised voice cutting sharply through the apartment.

“At this point, Mom, it feels like you have a problem with everything I do!” she snapped, pacing the living room with a pillow in hand. She tossed it onto the couch with more force than necessary, glaring at her phone, which was perched precariously on the side table in speaker mode.

A familiar, piercing voice crackled through the room. “I wouldn’t have an issue if you ever bothered to call and keep us informed, Milana!” her mother’s tone was sharp enough to carve glass, each word brimming with a mix of judgment and exasperation.

Mila groaned and started rearranging the couch pillows with aggressive determination, muttering under her breath.

Nico winced. Even through a phone speaker, Aida Petrova’s voice could make anyone grimace—whether from frustration, fear, or pure dislike. Carefully shutting the door behind him, Nico hesitated for a moment, debating whether to announce himself or quietly retreat to the kitchen until the storm passed.

So much for a sweet surprise.

“I don’t think I need your opinion on where I’m living, Mom!” Mila shot back, dropping onto the couch with a frustrated huff. Her eyes flicked up to Nico, finally noticing him standing in the doorway. Her brows were knit together, her expression a storm of anger and hurt, and her eyes glistened with tears that threatened to spill. This argument had clearly been brewing for a while.

Aida’s voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. “Well, you’ll wish you’d listened when everything falls apart, Milana! Do you have any idea the kind of disasters waiting for people like you who rush into living together before marriage? The arguments, the ruin, the heartbreak—do you even think about these things? Is it too much for me to ask you to not be reckless?”

Mila groaned, rubbing at her temples with both hands as if she could massage away the headache her mother’s words were giving her. “Mom, we’re fine. We’ve been fine. I don’t need you to manifest doom over every decision I make!”

“You’re fine for now,” Aida snapped. “But what happens when things get hard, huh? When one of you decides they’re bored or when you realize you’ve tied yourself to someone without any protections? What happens then, Milana?”

Nico felt his stomach sink at the words, though he knew they weren’t meant for him directly. He stood still, watching the argument unfold, unsure if he should intervene or let her handle this herself. 

Mila’s jaw tightened, and she balled her hands into fists. “We’ve been together for years, mom! We’re not doing this impulsively. We talked about this. We planned for it. Nico and I want this! We’re committed even without the marriage part.” She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“And what does he know about commitment?” Aida’s voice turned sharp, venomous. “He’s just as clueless as you are, and worse—”

“Shut up!” Mila’s voice rang out, loud and unyielding. “Don’t talk about him that way! You, of all people, don’t get to talk about him like that!”

Her words hung in the air, echoing with raw emotion. Nico felt the weight of them settle in his chest. He hadn’t moved a muscle, but now his fingers tightened around the bakery bag, the crinkle of paper almost absurdly loud in the thick silence that followed.

Mila’s gaze flicked back to Nico again, her eyes filled with apology and simmering frustration. She turned back to the phone, jaw tight, poised to counter whatever cutting remark her mother was about to hurl next. Her fingers twitched against the couch cushion, betraying her readiness to defend herself, Nico, and their relationship yet again.

Nico, however, had seen enough. Moving quickly but deliberately, he set the bakery bag down on the coffee table, the soft thud breaking through the tense silence. Before Mila could react, he leaned over and gently but firmly took her phone from the side table.

“Aida, hello,” he said, his voice calm but carrying a thread of weary exasperation. He stepped back, his tone measured, a stark contrast to the fiery argument moments before. “I think that’s enough for today.”

“Ugh, the boy arrives,” Aida said, her disdain practically dripping through the speaker. Nico could almost see the eye-roll from the other end of the line.

He chose not to react to her tone, keeping his voice measured and steady. “This conversation has gone as far as it needs to,” he said. His gaze flicked to Mila, her tear-streaked face breaking his heart all over again. “I know you’re her mother and that you care about her, but you have a terrible way of showing it.”

Nico’s brows furrowed, the weight of every time Mila had cried over her mother pressing on him. His voice softened, but the firmness in his tone remained. “Don’t call back unless you can talk to her calmly and with kindness. Like any other mother would.”

The sharp intake of breath on the other end was audible, the silence that followed stretching thin and heavy. Aida was clearly stunned by his words, but Nico didn’t give her a chance to recover.

“I’m hanging up now,” he said, gentle but resolute. “Take care.” Without waiting for the inevitable retaliation, he ended the call.

The abrupt quiet that followed was almost jarring. He set the phone on the table beside the bakery bag, its cheerful pastel colors a stark contrast to the lingering tension in the room.

Fully turning towards Mila, he found her still frozen on the couch. Her body was curled in on itself, her hands tightly clenched in her lap. Silent tears slid down her cheeks, and her expression—frustrated and raw and vulnerable—made something twist inside him.

Nico crossed the small space between them and lowered himself onto the couch. Without a word, he opened his arms. Mila didn’t hesitate, sinking into him as though she were trying to disappear.

“You’re fine,” he murmured, pulling her close and stroking her hair in soothing motions. Her sobs were quiet but deep, her back trembling against him as she let it all out. “Everything’s fine now. You’re safe. We’re okay.”

They stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other. Slowly, Mila’s sobs began to fade, her breathing evening out as the storm inside her quieted. Nico continued to hold her, letting the silence settle like a soft blanket over them.

Eventually, Mila leaned back slightly, her face still streaked with tears but her expression calmer. She gave him a small, wobbly smile, the gratitude in her eyes unspoken but unmistakable.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He cupped her face gently, brushing a stray tear from her cheek with his thumb. “You don’t have to thank me,” he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, “I’m always here for you.”

The bakery bag on the table caught his eye, and he gave her a tentative smile. “I brought dessert,” he said, trying to inject a little lightness into the moment. “Thought we could have a cozy night in.”

Mila let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her face. “A cozy night sounds really good right now,” she admitted.

Nico reached for the bag, pulling out the treats he’d picked so carefully. As they unwrapped pastries and nibbled on them together, the heaviness in the air began to lift. It wasn’t perfect, but it was better.

They were going to be okay.

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Single life - N. Hischier

When Two Sports Collide | previous chapter timeline: May 2022 - July 2022 summary: Lisa visited Lottie during summer but she didn't expect seeing Nico there too warning: NSFW, graphic sex (+18), drinking, sex under influence, talking about sex note: officially we're in the middle of the story!

Lisa won her third title in Norwegian League and second title in Champions League. Her career looked like a dream. She was just a 22 year old girl who’s winning everything she can. Despite the bittersweet end of the Olympic Games, she felt great with how her life looked like as an athlete. Right after the end of the season, Lisa decided to spend her vacation in Switzerland with Lottie. She needed to heal after the breakup and celebrate her season.

Visiting her best friend was the best idea. She and Lottie were partying almost every single weekend. Lots of wine and gossip were happening. This is exactly what she needed. Charlotte had a great idea how to make Lisa even happier. She knew that Nico was back in Switzerland for the summer break and she implemented her plan. 

Step 2: Invite Nico for the weekend.

Lottie wrote him a message with an invitation for a weekend if he will have a time to hang out with her. She hadn’t told Lisa that she invited him and Nico didn’t know that Lisa was with her. Lisa was casually making coffee for herself in the kitchen when she heard the ring bell. She went to open the door since Lottie was at work. She hadn’t expected to see Nico in front of her.

“Um, hi. What are you doing here?” Lisa asked, surprised.

“I could ask you the same question. Lottie invited me to spend the weekend with her” Nico casually said.

“She hadn’t told me that and I've basically been living with her for the past month” You joked. “Come in, do you want coffee?” 

“Sure. How have you been?” 

And this is how their conversation started. They spent the whole day sitting in Lottie’ living room catching up with their lives. They’ve been texting almost every day but this was different. Finally they could see each other and talk in person. After three years, they reunited face to face. They had plenty of laughs and learned a lot about each other. 

“Okay admit to me, why did you stop talking with me during the pandemic?” Lisa asked.

“It’s embarrassing” Nico nervously chuckled. “Maya went through my phone and she was mad that we’ve been talking. I told her that you’re my friend as much as you’re hers but she didn’t listen and I stopped. Later I wanted to reach out but I felt bad with writing to you after couple of months so yeah” 

“I knew it! I knew that’s Maya’ fault” Lisa said and Nico looked confused at her. “I was suspecting this because the same problem had Sander”

Around 6PM, Lottie got back home. The first thing she heard when she opened the door was Lisa’ laugh. She quietly went into her apartment and looked at them. They’ve been in their bubble and didn’t even notice her. She was standing in afar and watched their interaction. She could tell that they're a perfect match. After a couple minutes, Nico finally noticed her. 

“You have a lot of explanations to make” He stood up and went to hug her. 

“What? I just wanted to spend the weekend with my two friends” Lottie laughed.

“Well it would be nice if you would tell me that Nico is coming” Lisa said.

“First of all it’s my apartment” Lottie stated and made them laugh. “Also, you two look very comfy with each other so you’re welcome” She told them and went to change clothes in her bedroom.

“She’s unbelievable” Nico chuckled.

“She really is, but don’t we love her for that?” Lisa said. 

Lottie came back to them and took the wine from the cabinet. Three of them sat down on the couch and spent the evening together playing board games. Lottie was telling embarrassing stories about two of them but also watched them closely. Nico was sitting next to Lisa and their knees were touching each other. She could tell that they feel comfortable and wanted to push it even further. 

“How about going to a party tomorrow?” Lottie proposed. 

“I’m in!” Lisa said excitedly.

“Sure, why not?” Nico answered. “But I’m not keeping your hair if you’ll be throwing up, it’s your duty Lisa”

“Don’t worry, I survived worse with her” She laughed.

Lisa slept with Lottie so Nico could have a guest bedroom for himself. The next morning, three of them went out for breakfast and had an argument over who’s gonna pay for it.

“I invited you to spend time with me so I’m paying” Lottie said.

“That’s why you’re not paying” Lisa argued back. “I’ll pay”

“Not a chance, I’m paying. You invited me to be with you this weekend so I want to spoil you” Nico fought back.

“You’re our guest. You’re not paying too” Lisa answered. 

“Exactly! I’m a guest so let me pay” 

“No! I’m paying” Lisa said and grabbed her card. Lottie knew how stubborn Lisa is and just laughed. 

“Is she always like that?” Nico asked her.

“Yeah, even worse” Lottie giggled while Lisa came back to the table. 

After breakfast, the trio went to a beach to get a little sun before going to a party. They didn’t want to spend the whole day at home and the weather was perfect to chill. They had a fun afternoon of laughing and enjoying each other's company.

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They got back home and started getting ready for the party. Nico was sitting in the living room and watched how the two girls were running from bathroom to the bedroom while getting ready. He was laughing at them all the time and they were sending him weird looks with each laugh. They took an uber and arrived at the club. 

Lottie dragged Lisa to the bar to order shots and Nico followed them. Since Lisa and Nico were fresh out of a breakup, they didn’t search for anyone to hook up with. They enjoyed each other's company. Meanwhile Lottie was flirting at the other end of the bar with a guy. They looked at her and she was delighted by the attention. 

“I’m leaving you babes. Me and Felix are coming back to his place so you have my apartment for themselves. Enjoy your night!” Lottie quickly said and went out with this guy.

“So what are we doing?” Lisa asked Nico.

“Since we have her place for just the two of us… I propose to come back and drink there”

“Deal, lead the way captain” Lisa joked and Nico grabbed her hand to not lose her in the crowd. She felt warm raising on her cheeks by the affection.

After twenty minutes, they were back in Lottie’ place. Lisa knew where she kept the alcohol and took it out of the and poured drink for her and Nico. They were casually chatting and drinking. They acted like really good friends and not people who just met for the second time in their lives. Both of them were pretty drunk and started talking about their exes.

“I’ll never forget when I had to fake an orgasm with Sander. That was the most embarrassing thing in my life” Lisa laughed at the memory. 

“Are you serious?” She nodded. “And he couldn't tell that you’re faking?” 

“Yeah, he was bad at detecting this but I miss the feeling you know, I miss having sex but hooking up with random men is not my thing” Lisa drank from the glass. Nico lost in a moment and kissed her. 

Lisa was shocked at first but kissed him back. The kiss was full of emotions but with time became more hectic. When she moaned, he put her tongue into her mouth. Their tongues were fighting for domination. Nico pushed her so she could lay on her back and started roaming her body with his hands. She gently pushed him of her.

“Sorry” Nico’ cheeks turned red. 

“Don’t be. I just don’t want you to fuck me on the couch” Lisa giggled.

Nico took it as a green light and stood up, helping her. They went to the guest bedroom and started kissing back again. Each kiss was more passionate. Both of them started undressing each other. Nico pushed her on the bed and crawled to be on top of her. He started playing with her clit.

“So wet from just kisses?” He laughed.

“Shut up and just fuck me” Lisa begged.

“Your wish is my command” 

He took his dick into his hand and placed the tip in her entry. Slowly, he started entering her pussy while she was moaning. Nico’ dick was fully in her but he let her a couple seconds before he started moving. She mouthed “okay” and he began moving into her. Lisa arched her back from the pleasure. Since she broke up with Sander, she hadn’t had sex and Nico was incredible. 

With each thrust, his moves were more rough. Lisa could feel him in her stomach. Nico was placing kisses on her body, paying special focus on her neck. She tried to catch onto something and placed her hands on his back. They found the perfect rhythm. 

“Nico, I’m so fucking close… Please don’t stop” Lisa breathed out. 

“I wasn’t planning on that” Nico kissed her lips. 

Lisa moaned loudly Nico’ name when she cum, but Nico hadn’t stopped. He was trying to reach his own orgasm. She felt overwhelmed when he was still thrusting into her but didn’t want him to stop. Nico was close to his release and he pulled out of her. He cum on her stomach and fell on the bed next to her. Their drunk state and exhaustion put them to sleep. 

The next morning, Lisa woke up next to Nico and memories from the previous night hit her. She slept with him. She walked out of this room and went to take a shower to rethink everything that had just happened between them.

Nico is a great guy but do I want to jump into a relationship?

How is this gonna affect us?

Can we even be together? 

Lisa turned off the shower and put clothes on. She went to make a coffee when Lottie returned from her night out.

“Oh girl, Felix was incredible!” Lottie started but Lisa interrupted her.

“I had sex with Nico last night” She blurted out and saw how Lottie’ jaw dropped.

“Oh my gosh. No way! How was it?” 

“It was great, I don’t remember when I had such an orgasm but…”

“But?” Lottie pushed her to talk.

“I don’t think I’m ready to be with him. He’s a great guy but I’m not sure if I’m a perfect match for him. I’m scared that he might think we can be together after yesterday when I don’t know if I want to” Lisa sighed. 

Before Lottie could respond, Nico walked into the kitchen saying “good morning” and acting like nothing happened but he heard the whole conversation. 

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Please be rude (Rowan’s Version)—

Nico Hischier x Angie Chandler

Based on the song “Please Be Rude” by Gigi Perez

Notes/warnings: Some suggestive writing, but no smut! A little angsty, but it has a good amount of fluff throughout!! It's kinda cheesy so buckle up!

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"It's easy running through your hair, like fields of poppies in salt air"

March crept in with the chill still hanging in the air, a reminder that winter hadn't fully loosened its grip on the tri-state area. The season was slowly dying out, and so were the expectations that surrounded the young team. The off-season was so close, but not close enough.

It had been a grueling year, one full of injury and upset, but with the approaching of the bitter end of the winter turning to spring, the upcoming months felt a little more promising.

The late evening sky cast darkness on Angie’s apartment. The hum of the city outside was faint and distant as the bathroom light dimly lit her bedroom.

Nico’s breath was warm against her neck, her fingers tracing circles across his bare shoulder as she rested her cheek on his bare chest, her pointer dipping down occasionally to trace the tattoo on his bicep. His hands, strong and steady, as he trailed his hand down her naked spine, finding its resting spot on the curvature of her hip, not pulling, just there.

It was comfortable, a little too comfortable to be real.

They’d been here before—lost in the space between friends and something more, teetering on the edge of a line neither of them had dared to cross. 

Or maybe they already had. 

Angie wasn’t sure anymore. 

She’d stopped trying to define it weeks ago, somewhere between his late-night texts and the way her chest tightened whenever he laughed. She was completely hopeless the moment his lips brushed against hers on new years. Now his hands ever so delicately held her like the most precious thing he had ever held in his life.

Princess treatment could never compare to the way Nico Hischier held her, with such raw intimacy, such adoration.

It was sickenly sweet.

“Angie…” Nico’s voice was low, his lips brushing the curve of her ear as he spoke. He didn’t finish the thought, though, and she didn’t push him to. That’s how it always was with them—almost words, almost confessions.

She turned her head slightly, their eyes meeting in the dim light of her bedroom. His dark hair was tousled, her hand finding the stubble on his cheek as she cradled his face in her palm. 

He looked so sexy like this, a little tired and a little love-stricken. It was cruel what just his expression could do to her.

His gaze lingered on her like it always did after nights like this when they’d collapse into each other without thinking too hard about what it meant. But now, the air felt heavier, the silence louder as his hand not on her torso moved to flatten her mess of curls, smiling warmly as a few strays sprung back up.

“What?” she whispered, her fingers grazing his jawline, wanting him to say something. To give her some hint of where his head was at.

Nico gave a half-smile, the one that made her heart stutter a little too much, and shifted so he could lie back against the pillows. “Nothing,” he finally said, his arm stretching out for her. Angie moved without thinking, resting her head against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing as his arm wrapped around her torso and found its solace, kneading the softness of her hip.

She knew it wasn’t nothing. 

It was everything they weren’t saying, everything hanging in the air between them, waiting for one of them to grab onto it. They were good at this—pretending the feelings didn’t matter, that what they had wasn’t turning into something real.

She wanted to ask him what they were, wanted to confront the moments when he stayed over a little too long, when his fingers brushed her in ways that felt too intimate for two people who were just this. 

But she didn’t, because she was afraid of the answer. 

Or worse, no answer at all.

Nico’s hand trailed down to her cheek, fingertips running across her flushed skin and landing on the task of untucking her bottom lip from her teeth, and Angie closed her eyes, letting the quiet fill the space between them.

For now, the label didn’t matter.

And if she was being honest, it was probably best they didn't attack that concept of setting things in stone. 

It was enough that he was here, for however long he would have her.

But in the pit of her stomach, she knew that March was a dangerous month for almost everyone. It was too close to spring, to renewal, and that brought with it a weight neither of them could ignore forever.

But tonight, in the fading cold of winter, they were just Angie and Nico. 

No labels, and especially no expectations.

★★★★

"You said to me that you won't share, and I said I would never dare"

A few nights later, Angie found herself sitting at a small table near the back of the team's local watering hole, ignoring the rest of the boys as they celebrated one of those seemingly rare wins after a long string of losses, her remaining drink untouched as she watched Nico from across the room. 

He leaned against the bar, talking to a girl—blonde, pretty, and effortlessly laughing at something he said. 

He has never been funny enough to elicit that sort of laughter, Angie bitterly lied to herself as she grimaced at how the girl's hand reached out to hold his forearm.

The blonde's fingers toyed with the bracelet on his wrist, one she had jokingly made him as a gift for his birthday in her rookie year after she forgot to get him anything. It pulled at her heartstrings to see that he she still wore it, but she wanted to cut it off the moment another woman put her hands on it, or more particularly on him.

Angie’s stomach twisted, a sharp tug of jealousy she didn’t want to admit was there.

They hadn’t talked about boundaries. 

They hadn’t talked about anything outside of their little affair being a secret, really. 

But watching him now, she felt that familiar sense of unease gnawing at her, the one that whispered maybe this thing between them wasn’t as clear as she’d hoped.

The girl's grip on Nico’s arm seemed to move higher and higher and she scooted closer to him, a casual gesture that sent a jolt of heat through Angie’s chest. She looked away quickly, her fingers curling tighter around her glass.

She hated this feeling—this uncertainty, the way she was always left wondering what they were to each other.

It wasn’t just the girl at the bar. It was all the little moments that had built up over the past few weeks. The texts that went unanswered, the nights he didn’t stay over, the quiet way she could tell he wanted to talk more about them but could never get the courage to say anything. It all weighed on her now, the confusion pressing down harder than ever.

When Nico finally looked her way, catching her eye, he smiled and gestured that he’d be over in a second. Angie forced a smile in return, though her insides felt like they were on fire.

She didn’t have long to wait before Nico crossed the room in a few quick strides, that familiar, easy confidence radiating off him as he slid into the booth beside her, but there was a crease in his brow as he sat next to her.

“You okay?” he asked, leaning in slightly, his hand resting on her thigh, a reflex he seemed to be adopting anytime her perfect thighs were on display. His voice was soft and concerned, like he could sense something was off.

And it was.

She hadn’t planned on having this conversation, not tonight at least, but it was suddenly too hard to keep it inside. Watching him with that girl had pushed her to the edge of her uncertainty. She needed to know where they stood for now.

“I really don't like sharing you,” she blurted, her voice firmer than she expected, "I mean, like- I want us to be exclusive."

Nico blinked, taken aback. His hand froze in place, and for a moment, the noise of the bar seemed to fade into the background, the loud karaoke from John and Dawson ruining the dramatics as Nico's eyes remained on her

“What?” His voice was quiet, but not confused—just surprised. “Us. I want us to be exclusive. No more... I just—” she stopped, unsure how to put it into words. 

The fear of losing him clashed with the fear of never knowing if they were on the same page. It really wasn't the fear of losing the sex and the new living version of Nico that she had unlocked, it was his respect she feared she could never live without, that making this boundary would somehow cause the man to view her in an entirely new light. And something about that possibility scared her shitless.

Nico's eyebrows furrowed, his expression softening as he processed her words, "I thought we were," he said, his voice steady, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Angie stared at him, stunned. "What?"

"I mean..." he ran a hand through his hair, looking a little sheepish, "I wasn’t sleeping anyone else, or seeing anyone for that matter. I thought you knew that." His eyes met hers, sincere and a little confused by the sudden need for clarification. "I didn’t think we needed to spell it out."

She felt her breath catch, the tension in her chest loosening, but confusion flooded in to take its place. “But you never said anything?” “Neither did you,” Nico pointed out gently, his gaze softening even more. 

He shifted closer, his leg brushing against hers under the table. “Angie, I’m not just fooling around with you. Remember how I was for you last year, It’s been just you for me since you entered that executive office.”

Her mind raced, trying to reconcile the jealousy she’d felt watching him at the bar with what he was telling her now. “But that girl—” “She’s no one,” Nico said, cutting her off with a small laugh. “She was asking me about John. We weren’t—God, I’m sorry if it looked like something. But I promise you, it wasn’t.”

Angie’s cheeks flushed, embarrassment creeping up her neck. She felt like she’d misread everything, let her insecurities spiral into something they weren’t. 

“I just... I didn’t know where we stood,” she admitted quietly, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her shirt. “I didn’t want to assume.”

Nico reached for her hand, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Hey. I’m sorry if I made you feel like you had to question it.” Angie let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding, relief washing over her in waves. She hadn’t even realized how much she’d needed to hear him say it to know for sure.

“So, we’re good?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful. Nico smiled, his hand still holding hers as he nodded, “Yeah, we’re good. Better than good.” He leaned in, lips accidentally brushing against the shell of her ear that caused a chill to go down her spin, "we should get out of here, though," he motioned towards the door as she slowly nodded with flushed cheeks.

★★★★

"I stared at you the way I do when I want something else from you" 

The apartment was quiet except for the faint hum of the canucks game on the tv and the occasional distant rumble of traffic outside. Angie sat on the edge of the couch, still in her dress pants, blouse discarded on the floor, leaving her in her bra as she massaged her aching ribs. The pain stemmed from the long day of physio and then having to sit through the game in the press box.

Nico moved around her small kitchen with a kind of casual ease that made her heart tighten unexpectedly. He had his back to her, focused on making something warm for her to drink—a little ritual he’d started after games whenever she was there waiting for him. He insisted she needed to relax too, that cheering for the team took as much energy as playing.

She called bullshit, healing took a lot of her energy, but it wasn't the same as the high of being on the ice or the soreness that followed an intense game.

Living life without hockey for Angie felt a little like being a ghost.

“Almost done,” he called out, glancing over his shoulder with a small smile. Angie tried to smile back, but something in her chest was pulling tighter and tighter as she grew emotional. It was a mix of exhaustion and something else she couldn’t quite name—something that crept up on her slowly as she watched him moving around her space like it was his own.

It wasn’t that big of a deal. 

He’d done this a few times now—grabbed her favorite blanket from the armchair, brewed tea, and made sure she was comfortable before he let himself continue his own post-game rituals. 

But tonight, something about the way he took care of her felt different. More intimate, more… real in a sense.

Nico walked back over, two mugs in hand, and set them down on the coffee table. He didn’t say anything at first, just sat beside her, close enough that their knees touched. He handed her a mug and gave her a quick, affectionate glance, as if making sure she was okay.

His eyes scanned the look of overwhelm on her face, her lip tucked between her top and bottom lips as her fingers brushed his while grabbing the cup from his grasp

Angie’s fingers curled around the warm ceramic, smiling at the mug he had given her, the joke mug Timo had gotten her for Secret Santa just a few months prior, his beautiful face plastered on the side. She stared down at the steam rising from the cup, trying to focus on the mundane act of sipping tea to keep herself grounded. But that small, domestic gesture—Nico quietly taking care of her after a long day—felt like it carried so much more weight as his arm wrapped around her, resting on the couch cushion behind her.

He was calm, content, completely unaware of the storm brewing inside her. But she felt it all: the way he looked after her without being asked, the way he knew when she needed silence, how easily he’d slipped into this quiet rhythm of hers. It terrified her and warmed her all at once.

“Hey,” Nico’s voice was soft, his hand brushing lightly against her arm, running over the tattoo on her forearm, “You okay?”

Angie blinked, realizing she hadn’t said anything in a while. The tightness in her chest deepened, and she gave a small nod, but when she looked at him, her eyes welled up as she took a sip to keep herself busy.

“Angie?” His voice dropped lower, concerned now. He put his mug down and shifted closer, his hand cupping the side of her face gently. “What’s going on?” She tried to laugh it off, but the sound caught in her throat, “I don’t know,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “It’s stupid, I’m just—”

The words faltered as she wiped at her eyes, embarrassed by the sudden rush of emotion as he took the mug from her hands and placed it beside his on a coaster. It wasn’t like her to get like this, not over something so simple as tea.

But something about him just undid her in ways she could never put into words.

Nico pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her shoulders for real this time, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles against her back. “It’s not stupid,” he murmured, his chin resting on top of her head. 

Angie exhaled shakily, sinking into him, letting herself feel the weight of his comfort for once instead of shying away. She took a moment before speaking, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s just... this. You. Take care of me like this.”

Nico frowned slightly, confused. “Is that a bad thing?”

“No, it’s not.” She shook her head, the tears still lingering in her eyes. “It’s just... it’s a lot. I wasn’t expecting this, you know? Us, like this.” Her voice cracked slightly. “You being here, doing all this—it makes me feel like... I can't explain it.”

Nico pulled back just enough to look at her, his brow softening with understanding. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped, she suddenly felt very naked to his stare, all guards down for a moment. “I really like taking care of you.”

His words, although short, hung in the air, simple but filled with a certainty that made her chest tighten again, though this time it wasn’t from fear. It was from the overwhelming comfort of being seen, of being cared for.

“I didn’t know it would feel like this,” she admitted softly, her eyes searching for him as she wiped away any of the remaining tears and makeup under her eyes, “It feels... It was really nice. And that scares me a little.”

Nico’s face softened, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s okay to feel that way,” he said quietly, “but you don’t have to be scared. I’m not going anywhere.”

The certainty in his voice anchored her, and Angie let out a small, shaky laugh. “You sound so sure.” “I am sure,” Nico said, his voice firm yet tender. He pressed a soft kiss to her temple, lingering there for a moment.

Angie closed her eyes, letting the warmth of his kiss and his words settle into her. She tipped her head up a little to catch his lips on hers, a sort of seal to end the conversation as she kissed his tenderly, fingers finding his hair. 

It really wasn’t about the tea, or the blanket, or even the way he moved through her apartment like it was second nature. It was about the quiet care behind it all—the way he made her feel like she didn’t have to carry everything alone, and that was very fucking scary.

★★★★

"You say, 'Don't you go beg and plead,' and you booked the night train for a reason"

The Hockey New Jersey black-tie gala was in full swing, the room alive with the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses.

Angie stood by one of the tall, marble pillars, her eyes sweeping over the crowd as she tried to steady her breath. She tugged at the edge of her dress, feeling uncomfortably out of place despite the stunning gown she wore. 

It wasn’t the dress, or the people—it was Nico.

He was across the room, laughing easily with some teammates and executives, looking effortlessly handsome in his sharp suit. Every now and then, his gaze flickered over to her, warm and reassuring, a silent promise that he hadn’t forgotten she was there.

And he hadn’t.

They’d arrived separately, but he waited outside of the hall for her, Jack, and Luke, his hand lingering at the small of her back as they walked in together. It was a simple gesture and seemingly innocent, but it sent her heart racing, filling her with a familiar mix of excitement and unease as she entered the decorated banquet hall. 

Their relationship, or whatever it was, remained undefined, left somewhere in that comfortable gray area of “something more” but never fully spoken out loud. 

But tonight had felt different from the start—too real, too exposed, which was causing a downside spiral. 

The idea of a relationship was hard, and the idea of something being public was even scary. Not to mention that with every passing shared moment, she felt her independence slipping through her fingers. 

Just before they entered, as they stood in the cold air, Nico had turned to her, his eyes softer than usual, and said, “I want to drive you home tonight. After this, Just us.” “We need to talk,” he’d added with a cheeky little grin, his hand brushing hers as he linked their pinkies, “I’ve been thinking.”

Angie had nodded, her throat tightening, unable to find the words. And now, hours later, as she sipped champagne and watched him from across the room, the weight of his offer still sat heavy in her chest.

Big events like this made her feel so isolated, the boys usually stuck to each other or talked with the media, networkers normally spoke with the staff and execs, and she normally stuck to herself. Luke would normally be glued to her side, but with the anticipation of him and Jack giving a speech tonight, he was off talking with some important representatives, which left her standing by herself in the corner of the hall.

She made eye contact with a random man from across the hall, a bit older than herself but obviously well-established, seeing as she had a crowd around him laughing at some story he was telling. But the second he saw her in her lonesome, he paused his conversations to speak to her.

"You must be Evangeline Chandler!" the man exclaimed, his voice dripping with that fake charm she’d come to expect from people in his circle. "I don’t think we’ve ever been introduced. I’m Dan Smith, my company is an investor for the Devs." Angie hesitated for a fraction of a second before she forced herself back into the present, slipping into the well-practiced politeness that came with being in a room full of powerful people. 

She shook his hand, her smile polite, a little stiff. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” “The pleasure’s all mine!” he returned with a chuckle, his grip a little too firm as he let go of her hand. 

She shifted awkwardly, feeling the weight of his gaze as he looked her over, and then, with a grin that made her stomach turn, Dan added, “I’ll be honest, I was unsure of you when you first joined the team—being a girl and all—but you’ve really surprised me.”

Angie’s smile faltered, though she managed to keep it in place just long enough to hide the immediate flash of irritation. 

“Being a girl and all,” she repeated his words and nodded, bitterness filling her throat as she reminded herself exactly where she was in the moment

There was always someone like Dan, looking at her like she was a novelty, something unexpected in a world they still thought was theirs. But before she could respond, Nico’s presence appeared beside her, his hand resting gently on the small of her back as if he’d sensed the tension from across the room. 

“Everything alright here?” Nico asked, his voice calm but laced with an edge that made Dan pause for just a moment. Nico smiled, but there was a protectiveness in the way he stood close to her, his eyes flicking between her and the man in front of them.

Dan, oblivious to the shift in the air, grinned and nodded. “Of course! Just congratulating Evangeline here on exceeding my expectations.” Angie glanced up at Nico, catching the subtle arch of his brow at the weird use of her first name. She knew that look—it was the same one he wore on the ice when he was about to call someone out for crossing a line.

“Angie’s been exceeding expectations since day one,” Nico said smoothly, his voice even but with a firmness that didn’t go unnoticed. “But I’m sure you already knew that.” Dan’s smile faltered just a little, but he laughed it off, clearly eager to avoid any confrontation, “Absolutely,” he said, a little too quickly. “She’s certainly proven herself as a key piece, love to see it.”

Angie smiled sweetly, though there was a hint of steel behind it now. “Thank you, Dan,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “I’ve always believed that talent isn’t defined by gender. I’m glad you’ve come to see that, too.”

Dan opened his mouth as if to respond, but before he could say anything, another group of investors waved him over, saving them both from further conversation. With a quick nod, Dan excused himself, disappearing back into the crowd.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Angie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “God,” she muttered, rolling her eyes, “I hate those kinds of conversations.”

Her eyes burned slightly with new-found exhaustion, her adrenaline simmering as she stared at the floor and collected herself for a second before she looked back to Nico with concern in his eyes. Nico’s hand lingered on her back, a soft comfort that she moved away from to stop anyone from noticing how comfortable they looked with one another.

There was pity in his stare, it was practically dripping with it, which she hated. Hated feeling helpless and hated feeling like she needed to depend on others to get her out of situations. She may play a team sport, but for the longest time, it was just her in her corner, saving herself from it all, and she really wasn't sure she was ready for that to change.

“He’s an idiot,” he said bluntly, his eyes still following Dan’s retreating figure. Then he turned back to her, his expression softening. “You alright?” Angie nodded, “Yeah, I’m fine,” her anger towards the stranger now seemed to be aimed toward Nico as she grew embarrassed by his insistent need to protect her.

“I could have handled that one on my own, you know.”

Nico shrugged, giving her a smile. “I never said you couldn't. I just thought you would want the help.” "Thank you for the help,” she said, her voice softer now but still carrying a hint of that independence she clung to, “but I don’t always need saving, you know?” "I'm confused, are you mad at me for sticking up for you?"

She shook her head at the defensiveness in his voice. Dan had hit a nerve within her that wasn't easily shakeable, and he could tell she was taking that anger and aiming it at him.

There was something about blatant sexism mixed with the fact she's fucking the captain of the team she worked her ass to get onto that sent her spiralling.

She was totally fucking everything up for herself.

“Hey,” he said, his breath brushing her cheek. “Are you okay?” he asked as she noticed the look of annoyance drain and got replaced with the ghost of tears in her eyes as they glazed over. Angie swallowed, her mind racing. “Yeah,” she lied, her voice suddenly a faux cheery tone, “I just... I need to go home.”

He studied her for a moment, his brow furrowing just enough to show he wasn’t convinced. “You sure?” Angie glanced around the room, her breath catching in her throat. “I’m not feeling great,” she blurted, her hand moving to her stomach as if that would sell the lie. “I think I might head home early. No one will notice, I've been pretty quiet all night.”

Nico blinked, his expression shifting from playful concern to genuine worry, “You okay? You need me to—” he moved his hand to feel the heat of her flushed cheeks, but she caught it before he could touch her. “No, no, it’s fine,” she cut him off, forcing a smile, “I’ll just grab a cab. It’s probably nothing.”

Nico hesitated, his eyes searching hers for a moment longer as if he could see through the excuse. But then he sighed and nodded again, he carefully looked around at who was watching before stepping closer and pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. “Alright,” he said softly. “But text me when you’re home, okay? And if you need anything...”

“I will,” she whispered, the guilt already gnawing at her.

She turned away before he could say anything else, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she made her way toward the exit. The cold air hit her face as soon as she stepped outside, a welcome relief from the suffocating warmth inside. Angie exhaled, her breath clouding in front of her as she hurried down the steps and hailed a cab.

As she slid into the backseat, her phone buzzed in her hand. A message from Nico.

You okay? I’ll check in later.

Angie closed her eyes, guilt flooding her chest. She couldn’t respond—not yet. The truth was, she wasn’t okay. She was terrified. Terrified of how much he cared for her, of how much she could lose if things didn’t go the way either of them expected. She wasn’t ready for the weight of that conversation, wasn’t ready to hear what Nico had to say when the stakes felt so high.

★★★★

"I think I've seen this love before, I think I've seen this love before" 

Angie sat cross-legged on her bed, the soft glow of the lamp casting a warm light over the room. She wrapped her arms around her knees, staring at the open window where the night sky stretched endlessly above. The bay window in her apartment was her favorite place in her room, it looked over the Hoboken waterfront and the Hudson River.

The stillness of the night felt weirdly silent, but it wasn’t a comforting quiet. It was the kind of quiet that made her restless. She had been spending so much time with Nico, letting herself lean into the comfort of him, the way he seemed to fill every gap she had carefully guarded.

But as she sat there alone, the memory of who she had been before Nico flooded her senses. 

She used to be so comfortable in her lonesome.

The nights she spent reading dirty romance novels into the late evening, curled up with a book and a cup of tea. The mornings she’d wake up to silence, her apartment of her own, no expectations, no one waiting for her as she blared music and danced in the kitchen while making breakfast. 

The independence she’d fought so hard to build after everything that had come before was slowly working its way out of her life.

Angie let out a sigh, leaning her head back against the headboard. She wasn’t unhappy—not at all. But there was a part of her that felt like she was slipping away, like the edges of her independence were fraying each time she let Nico take care of her. Every time he held her a little longer, every time he soothed her fears with that quiet strength, she felt herself giving more, leaning into him more than she meant to.

And now, here she was, alone in her bed, missing him.

The feeling made her stomach twist. She hated that she missed him. Hated that she wanted him there to fill the silence that used to be so comforting to her.

It had always been Angie against everyone else, she paved her own ways. But with her growing fondness for the man, it was starting to become Angie and Nico.

Angie bit her lip and reached for her phone, her thumb hovering over Quinn’s name again. He had been her sounding board for so long, the one who reminded her who she was when everything felt too confusing. He wouldn’t tell her what to do—he never did—but he’d listen, and sometimes that was all she needed as she worked out the issues for herself.

With a quick tap, she dialed his number and held the phone to her ear. It rang a few times before his familiar voice answered.

“Hey, Ang,” Quinn greeted, his voice calm and warm, as if he already knew something was on her mind. Angie smiled faintly at the sound of his voice. “Hey. Are you busy?”

“Not really, just doing dishes,” Quinn replied, and she could hear the faint rustle of him moving around, probably settling in somewhere to listen. “What’s up?” Angie hesitated, biting her lip as she tried to find the right words. “I don’t know... I’ve just been thinking a lot.”

She knew he must be annoyed with how often she called with a new crisis, but there would never be a time when she could call, and he wouldn't answer and vice versa. And that stability really brought her a sense of comfort.

Quinn made a soft sound, a quiet acknowledgment that he was listening but not pushing her to explain right away. She appreciated that about him—he gave her space to find her words without trying to fill the silence.

“I’ve been thinking about who I used to be,” she finally said, her voice quiet. “before Nico, before everything got... complicated. I miss the feeling of being independent, you know? Being able to just do my own thing, not worrying about him all the time or wondering what he has going on that doesn't have him here with me.”

There was a pause on the other end, and Angie could almost hear Quinn processing what she’d said, the wheels in his mind turning.

“You’re still independent, Ang,” he said after a moment, “just because you care about someone doesn’t mean you’re losing that part of yourself, you cared for so many people before and it never affected you like this.”

“I know,” Angie murmured, her eyes falling to her hands as she picked her nails, her phone on speaker besider her. “But it feels like I’m losing control of it. Like, I’m getting too comfortable relying on him. I used to be so... self-sufficient. And now I’m sitting here missing him, and it feels weird.”

Quinn let out a soft chuckle, not in a way that made her feel silly, but like he understood. “It’s okay to miss him. It’s okay to let someone in."

"It doesn’t have to be all or nothing.”

Angie sighed, rubbing her hand over her face, “It kinda feels like it has to be all or nothing with him, he deserves so much, and I want to give him that, but I'm bound to lose myself in him if I let that go on for too long” “Nico’s not that guy, he’s not going to take away your independence. But you have to give yourself a little grace, Ange. It’s okay to let someone be there for you. It doesn’t make you weaker.”

Angie’s throat tightened, a lump forming that she hadn’t expected. Quinn always had this way of making things seem so simple, even when they felt overwhelming to her. He wasn’t pushing her toward Nico or telling her to let go of her fears—he was just reminding her that it didn’t have to be as black and white as she was making it.

“I just... I don’t want to mess this up,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t want to lose myself trying to prove myself again.”

���You won’t,” Quinn said softly. “You’ve come too far to lose yourself now. And you know what? If you ever feel like you are, you can always pull back, reset. You’re not trapped in this.”

Angie let out a shaky breath, her heart feeling a little lighter at his words. He was right—she wasn’t trapped. She was allowed to figure this out at her own pace, to feel scared and uncertain without losing everything she’d built.

“Thanks, Quinn,” she whispered, her voice full of gratitude. “I needed that.” “Anytime,” he said gently. “You’re stronger than you think, Ange. Don’t forget that.”

As they hung up, Angie sat in the quiet again, but this time, it didn’t feel so heavy. Quinn’s words echoed in her mind, grounding her in the truth that she wasn’t losing herself. She was just learning how to let someone in without giving everything away.

And maybe, just maybe, she could find a balance between the two

★★★★

"Oh, she was hangin' 'round my block And now she's walkin' through my door"

A week had passed since her chat with Quinn, and it seemed since the gala any reninents of an argument had been forgotten as Nico came over with soup with her the next morning after she didn't respond to his text on how she was feeling.

Everything had gone back to normal, which was surprisingly nice, but also tense. It felt tense in the way that Angie was waiting for Nico to flip a switch and address her anger the other night. But for now, she would pretend that nothing happened just to keep the peace, all the while ignoring the impending "what are we" conversation that she was not ready to have.

Steam filled the bathroom, clinging to the mirrors and walls as the steady rhythm of the water poured down around them. 

Angie stood under the warm spray of the shower head, her arms folded over her chest as Nico gently lathered shampoo into her hair, his touch slow and methodical. His fingers moved with an ease that felt natural, comforting, like they’d done this a thousand times before.

The intimacy of it all—she could feel the edges of herself softening, could feel herself slipping through his fingers, little by little, like the water running down the drain.

Nico’s hands moved down her shoulders now, his touch tender as he rinsed the suds from her hair. He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at her, tongue poking the side of his cheek as he concentrated on the task at hand, the softness in his eyes, spoke volumes. 

This wasn’t just a casual shower to him. Nothing was casual to him anymore.

She wanted to close her eyes and sink into the comfort of it, to let herself believe that this was okay, that she could trust him enough to let her guard down. But every time she let herself feel that way, the fear crept back in. It whispered in the back of her mind, reminding her of how easy it was to lose herself in someone else, how terrifying it was to let go.

The fear was so repetitive that she was unsure of why Nico even stuck around anymore.

“You’re quiet,” Nico said softly, his thick accent cutting through the gentle patter of the water. His hand slid down her arm, fingers brushing against hers in a way that made her heart ache.

Angie forced a small smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Just... thinking,” she murmured, her voice barely above the sound of the water. She hoped he couldn’t hear the uncertainty that laced her words.

“About what?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he turned her gently to face him, concern flickering in his eyes. He studied her face, like he could sense the battle waging inside her even if she didn’t want to say it out loud.

Angie let out a breath, her gaze falling to the floor as the water dripped from her chin. “I don’t know. This.” She gestured between them, the intimacy of the moment heavy in the space between their bodies. “It’s just... a lot.”

Nico didn’t say anything for a moment, his hand cupping her cheek as his thumb brushed away a bead of water clinging to her skin. “Is it too much?” he asked gently.

Angie shook her head quickly, not wanting to hurt him. “No, it’s not that. It’s just... I feel horrible that I'm all down one moment and then I'm a nervous wreck the next, and like the realization that you're all in is a little scary to me.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them, her heart loudly beating in her ears as the vulnerability of the moment hit her. “I don’t want to become dependent on someone else for my happiness. I’ve worked so hard to stand on my own, and sometimes... sometimes I feel like I’m giving you a little more than I can handle yet.”

Nico’s gaze softened even more, his hand still warm against her cheek. He didn’t interrupt, didn’t rush to reassure her, and that made her heart swell a little.

“I get it,” he said quietly after a long pause, his voice steady but filled with understanding. “I don’t want you to lose yourself either. But you don’t have to carry everything alone, Angie. It’s not about being dependent—it’s about letting someone help you when you need it.”

Angie’s eyes welled up with tears at his words, the honesty of them hitting her harder than she’d expected. She wanted to believe that, wanted to trust that being with him didn’t mean losing herself. 

But it was hard. It had always been hard for her.

It seemed that the last while was disappointment following disappointment and she just wasn't ready for Nico to become another let down, he was too perfect in all the right ways for her to find out that something wasn't working or he had grown tired of her.

That wasn't even bringing in the aspect that they were teammates, she sure as hell wasn't ready to be known as 'the girl-friend of the devils' she had worked too hard to be known as anything less than great.

“I just don’t want to mess this up,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t want to lose myself, I don't want to lose my respect or credibility on the team, and I don’t want to lose you.”

Nico’s hand slipped down to her waist, pulling her closer as the water cascaded around them. “You’re not going to lose me or the team,” he said, his voice low but firm. “And you’re not going to lose yourself either. I see you, Angie. All of you. And I’m not asking you to give anything up. I just want to be here, with you, however that looks.”

Angie blinked, her eyes stinging with a mix of emotions—relief, fear, hope. She rested her head against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding her in a way she hadn’t expected. For a moment, the fear loosened its grip, and she allowed herself to just be there, wrapped in the warmth of the moment, the comfort of him.

But as the water continued to pour around them, Angie couldn’t shake the feeling that this was a turning point. She was teetering on the edge of something, and once she fell, there would be no going back.

And maybe that was what terrified her most of all.

★★★★

"My interеst is to lay with you, to laugh and have nothing to do"

If there was something that Angie learnt after her injury, it was that roadies totally sucked. Especially when your team is across the country rallying and trying to pull together some wins, and you are stuck in the comfort of your small apartment, forced to cheer from home.

Angie sat cross-legged on her couch, flipping through a book she wasn’t really reading, letting her fingers glide over her phone, checking messages she had no intention of responding to. 

But his absence was hard to ignore.

Nico was on the road. She knew that this was a part of being injured—that there would be stretches of time when he would be gone while she was home continuing physio, caught up in the whirlwind of games, practices, and travel. 

Her knowledge of it didn't mean it sucked any less.

The low hum of her phone vibrating against the table snapped her out of her thoughts. Angie glanced at the screen, her heart giving a little leap when she saw Nico’s name lighting up, a picture of a very drunk him on New Year's, his contact photo and without hesitation, she swiped to answer.

"Hey," she breathed, settling deeper into the couch, already feeling a bit lighter just hearing his breathing on the other end. "Hey," Nico’s voice came through the line, warm and full of that quiet calm she’d come to rely on. "We just got back to the hotel. Thought I’d call you before it got too late."

Angie smiled softly, tucking her knees closer to her chest. "I was wondering if I’d hear from you. Congrats on the win, by the way. I caught some of it on TV, Mr. Two Goal nights."

"Yeah?" There was a smile in his voice now, she knew the exact one, the shy type, dimples on display. "It wasn’t our best game, but we pulled through."

"A win is a win, Cap." Her fingers played with the edge of the blanket draped over her, the sound of his voice soothing some of the ache of missing him. "I wish I was there, though, I miss being on the ice. It’s weird being in the apartment without you."

There was a pause on the other end, the kind that stretched in that comfortable way between people who didn’t need to fill every silence with words. When Nico spoke again, his voice was softer, more intimate. "Yeah, I miss you too. It’s strange being in these cities without you. I was thinking about that earlier, actually."

Angie shifted, pulling the blanket tighter around her. "What do you mean?" "Just… how nice it’d be to come back after the game and just be with you. No cameras, no teammates—plus you know all the nice restaurants in the away cities, Jack's shit at picking out where to eat." they both laughed, Angie, being very well acquainted with Jack's lack of checking a menu or reviews before suggesting somewhere. 

"I don’t need big plans or anything. I just miss the simple stuff like sitting on the couch with you, watching something stupid on TV, or making dinner together. Those are the things I look forward to the most when I’m home." her face grew hot from his confession as she sunk even further into the cushion, melting into a puddle.

The sincerity in his voice tugged at her heart. It wasn’t just the distance that made her miss him—it was the small, everyday moments, the ones that made her feel close to him without any pressure or expectation. She leaned back against the couch, closing her eyes as she listened to him.

"Yeah," she murmured, a soft smile playing on her lips. Nico hummed in agreement, the sound making her feel like he was right there with her, even though he was miles away. "I think about that a lot when we’re on the road. I don’t need anything fancy. Just… being with you. Even if we’re doing nothing at all."

Angie’s heart skipped a beat at his words, and for a moment, she let herself sink into the connection that didn’t need to be explained or overanalyzed.

It just was.

"I love that too," she said softly. "Sometimes I think about how, when you get back, we can just lay around and not worry about anything. It sounds perfect."

There was a brief silence before Nico’s voice came back, quieter now like he was speaking only to her, "only three more days."

For a while, neither of them spoke, both of them caught in the moment. The distance didn’t feel so far when they were like this, connected by nothing more than their voices, their need for each other cutting through the miles.

Finally, Nico broke the silence, his tone lighter but still filled with affection. "Get some sleep, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow."

"Promise?" she asked, her voice teasing but with an edge of seriousness. She craved the sound of his voice, the closeness it brought. "Promise," Nico said softly. "Goodnight, Ang."

"Goodnight, Nico."

She hung up, the smile lingering on her lips as she picked up her book once again, the words on the pages not registering as her mind replayed the conversation over and over.

★★★★

"How else can it bе proved to you, that I'm devout? I spill right out"

The silence in the car was thick, pressing down on Angie. She stared out the window, watching the rain blur the city lights as Nico’s hands gripped the steering wheel a little too tightly. His jaw had been clenched since they left the rink, and it seemed like it was never gonna release.

Her day had been a mess—another appointment, another doctor telling her she wasn’t cleared to skate yet. The frustration of being stuck on the sidelines was beginning to build up, but what made it worse was knowing Nico’s practice had gone just as badly. He’d been quiet ever since they left the rink, the weight of his own bad day hanging in the air between them.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence, Nico spoke, his voice low and edged with frustration. “You haven’t said a word since we left.” Angie shifted in her seat, still staring out the window. “Neither have you.”

“That’s not the point,” Nico snapped, his voice sharper now, breaking through the tension like a crack of lightning. “I’m trying to understand you, Ange. I really am. But it feels like every time I try, you just shut down.”

And here came the inevitable, she thought to herself as she rolled her eyes and looked out the window, unsure if she could look at him without feeling a sense of guilt or maybe even anger.

She turned to look at him, feeling like her chest had conceived at the frustration in his voice, “I’m not shutting down. I just—today was hard, okay? I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“I had a shit practice too, but I’m still here trying to talk to you. That’s what we’re supposed to do, right? Talk to each other when things suck?” Nico’s voice was rising now, the anger bubbling to the surface. “But every time I try to get close, you pull away. And I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt.”

Angie felt her own frustration flare up, her hands tightening into fists in her lap. “I’m not pulling away. I’m trying to figure out my own stuff, Nico. I’ve been injured for months. I can’t even skate, let alone do my job. Everything feels like it’s falling apart, and now you’re mad at me for not being ‘close’ enough?”

Nico let out a harsh breath, shaking his head as he turned down a quiet street, the rain beating harder against the windshield. “That’s not what I’m saying, and you know it.” “Then what are you saying?” Angie shot back, her voice rising with her own anger now. “Because all I hear is you being mad at me for not being the person you want me to be.”

“I’m not mad at you for being hurt or even for needing time!” Nico snapped, his voice loud enough to fill the small space of the car. “I’m mad because it feels like I’m the only one trying to make this work. I know you need time, I get that, but I need to feel like you actually want this too.”

His words hit her like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, Angie couldn’t breathe. She opened her mouth to say something, to defend herself, but the truth was, she didn’t know what to say. Because deep down, part of her knew he was right. She had been pulling away, afraid of getting too close, afraid of losing everything in the chaos of her injury and their relationship.

“I do want this,” she said quietly, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “But I’m scared, Nico. I don’t know how to handle everything at once.”

"I am weak, okay, and I hate to admit it, but I am so unsure of myself right now," the confession tumbled out of her mouth like a dam breaking, every pent-up emotion flowing out of her as the tears started and her voice started to shake.

Nico’s expression softened for a moment, but the frustration in his eyes didn’t disappear. “I know you’re scared,” he said, his voice quieter now, but still laced with tension. “I’m scared too. But I can’t be the only one holding us together. I need you to meet me halfway.”

Angie bit her lip, the words catching in her throat. She wanted to say something—anything—that would make this better, that would ease the tension between them. But all she felt was the weight of her own uncertainty.

They pulled up in front of her building, and Nico cut the engine, the silence between them deafening. He didn’t move to get out of the car, didn’t even unbuckle his seatbelt. He just sat there, staring straight ahead, his hands still gripping the wheel tightly.

“I’m not asking for everything, Angie,” he said, his voice low but strained. “I just need to know that you’re in this with me. That you actually want to be with me, not just when it’s easy, but when it’s hard too.”

Angie’s heart pounded in her chest, her breath catching as his words settled over her. 

She wanted to say she was in it, that she was ready to fight for them, but the fear of losing herself again gripped her like a vice. She wasn’t sure if she could give him what he needed, not right now.

“Of course I want this, allowing myself to be with you just doesn't come as naturally to me as it does to you, I'm sorry,” she said finally.

Nico’s jaw tightened, his eyes flicking over to her with a mix of hurt and frustration. “I understand that, Ang. But I also need to feel like you want this. Because right now, it feels like I’m the only one who does.”

The silence that followed was heavy, and Angie felt the sting of tears in the back of her eyes. She couldn’t do this right now—not after the day they’d both had, not with everything hanging in the air between them like this.

Without another word, she unbuckled her seatbelt and reached for the door handle.

Nico’s voice was quiet but firm as he spoke again. “Let me come up.” Angie shook her head, blinking back the tears that were threatening to spill. “Not tonight,” she whispered. “I don't think continuing this conversation will help either of us”

She opened the door, the cold rain hitting her skin like a shock as she stepped out of the car. She didn’t look back, didn’t let herself meet Nico’s eyes again, because she knew if she did, she’d break and probably promise him something she wasn't sure she could provide him. 

She could hear the soft thud of the door closing behind her, the sound of the engine revving as Nico drove away, leaving her standing there in the rain. As she stood on the sidewalk, the rain soaking through her clothes, Angie felt the weight of the argument settle in her chest. 

She wasn’t sure if she was losing Nico, or if she was losing her mind.

And that scared her more than anything.

★★★★

"My interest is to bathe with you, to soak you in and let it stew"

Angie didn’t remember how she’d gotten to Nico’s apartment.

She remembers walking into her house, his tie discarded on her counter next to the wilting flowers he had gotten her a week prior. Her head pounded as she realized how cold her apartment felt without him in it, the blanket they cuddled under just this morning while drinking their coffees on the floor, both almost empty mugs on her coffee table.

It was all hitting her at once, she had let him invade every aspect of her life without really ever noticing how much of him she was taking for granted.

It wasn't even five minutes before she was back out the door, forgetting her jacket, like a woman on a mission, as she practically sprinted the six blocks to his apartment building.

Her heart was pounding in her ears, drowning out every rational thought as she hurried up the stairs, the door man letting her in after recognizing her. The city was still drenched from the rain, her clothes clinging to her skin, but she barely noticed. The only thing she could focus on was getting to him, seeing him, proving to him that she was serious—about them, about everything.

When she reached his door, her hand shook as she knocked, the adrenaline from the fight and the panic of the last half an hour rushing through her veins. She knocked again, harder this time, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her emotions threatened to spill over.

The door opened a few seconds later, and there he was. Nico stood there in a devils hoodie and sweatpants, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion as he took in her appearance—wet, frantic, eyes wide and red from the tears she’d been fighting.

“Angie?” His voice was soft, cautious.

“I’m sorry,” she blurted out, her voice cracking as she stepped into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. Her hands were trembling, her mind racing. She didn’t even know where to start, didn’t know how to make him understand, but she needed him to hear her. “I—I didn’t mean to leave things like that, and then not let you come upstairs with me so I could fix it. I can’t—”

Nico reached out to guide her into his apartment and out of the hallway, he closed the door behind her, his eyes scanning her face with concern as he brushed away the strands of wet hair stuck to her face. “What’s going on?” His voice was still gentle, but there was tension in his posture like he wasn’t sure whether to comfort her or prepare for another argument.

Angie swallowed hard, feeling the heat of tears pricking at the corners of her eyes again. She wanted to be calm, to explain herself properly, but she couldn’t find the words.

“I don’t know how to do this,” she said, her voice shaky. “I don’t know how to be in a relationship like this, but I want to. I want you. I—” She paused, running a hand through her damp hair in frustration. “I’m scared, Nico. I’m so scared of screwing this up, but I don’t want to lose you more. I can’t.”

Nico stared at her, the confusion in his eyes softening into something else—something more raw, more vulnerable. He stepped closer, his hands hovering by her shoulders as if he wasn’t sure if he should touch her yet. “Ange...”

“I love you,” she interrupted, the words tumbling out before she could stop them. Her voice cracked with the weight of them, and for a second, the room felt like it was spinning. “Or at least I'm falling in love with you, and I’m so afraid of how much it's taking over my life because it’s overwhelming, and it feels like... like I’m losing control.”

Nico’s eyes widened, and for a moment, they just stood there, the air between them thick with the intensity of the moment. Angie’s heart raced, the vulnerability of what she’d just said hanging in the space between them, raw and exposed.

He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, his thumb brushing away the tear that had slipped down her cheek. “I didn’t know you felt like that,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, his eyes searching hers.

“I didn’t want you to know,” she admitted her voice barely above a whisper, “if you did, then it would be real. And I thought if I kept a little distance, I would have a little more time to figure out what you and I needed.”

Nico’s brow furrowed, his thumb still gently tracing her cheek. “You don’t have to protect yourself from me."

The softness in his voice cracked something inside her, and before she knew it, the tears were spilling over, her chest heaving with the emotion she’d been holding back for so long. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again, her hands grabbing the front of his hoodie as if he might disappear if she let go. “I’m so sorry for pushing you away. I didn’t mean to.”

Nico pulled her into his chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Angie let herself melt into him. She buried her face in his shoulder, the familiar scent of him grounding her in a way nothing else could.

“I’ve got you,” Nico whispered into her hair, his hands gently rubbing her back as she cried against him.

For a long time, they stood like that, her body shaking as she let the emotions pour out of her. It wasn’t pretty or even neat, but it was real. The weight of everything—her fear, her love, her uncertainty—spilled out, and Nico held her through it, his hands never leaving her as if he was anchoring her to the present, to him.

When the sobs finally subsided, Angie pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes red and swollen, but her heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

“I’m so scared,” she confessed again, her voice quiet now, the rawness still there. Nico leaned down, pressing his forehead gently against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I’m scared too,” he admitted, his voice just as soft. “But I’m all in, Ang. I’ve been all in since the beginning. I just need to know you’re in this with me.”

“I am,” she whispered, her hands still clutching the soft cotton of his hoodie as if it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

Nico’s lips brushed against hers, soft and tentative as if he was giving her the chance to pull away. But Angie didn’t. She kissed him back, slowly, tenderly, the intensity of their emotions spilling into the kiss. 

It wasn’t a kiss of passion or lust; it was a kiss of reassurance, of something more, of finally understanding each other.

When they pulled back, Nico looked down at her with a small, relieved smile. “You’re not losing yourself, Ang,” he said softly. “You’re just finding us.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Angie felt a sense of peace settling over her.

★★★★

"And if I tell you something rude, drain me out and please, be rude"

A few hours later they lay tangled in Nico's sheets, Angie’s head rested on his chest, his arm draped around her, their bodies still catching up from the emotional storm of the night. The warmth between them was a comfort, and yet, Angie’s mind buzzed with thoughts she couldn’t quite shake.

She shifted slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his skin. She felt his steady breathing, the rhythm soothing, but there was something still hanging between them.

“You’re quiet,” Nico murmured, his voice low, rumbling in his chest beneath her ear. “I’m thinking,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “About?” He shifted slightly to look down at her, his hand gently brushing her hair out of her face.

She hesitated, biting her lip. This was the part she wasn’t good at—the talking, the being vulnerable. But tonight had been a breaking point, and if she didn’t say this now, she didn’t know if she ever would.

“Nico, I need to know what you want,” she said quietly, her fingers still tracing those soft patterns on his skin. “Like, what you need from, and what you want out of whatever we are.”

Nico’s brow furrowed slightly, but he didn’t say anything right away. His hand rested on her back, warm and steady, and for a moment, it felt like he was thinking, choosing his words carefully.

“I thought we talked about this,” he said gently, though there was an edge of uncertainty in his voice. “I know we did. But tonight…” Angie sighed, pulling back slightly to look at him. “I don’t want to let you down, Nico. And I know I can be slow to open up, but it’s not because I don’t care. I do care. I’m just trying to figure out how to balance everything—us, my career, my life. I don’t want to mess this up.”

His eyes softened, and he reached up to cup her face, his thumb brushing lightly across her cheek. “You’re not messing this up.”

“I might, though,” she said, her voice a little more urgent. “And that’s why I need you to tell me what you need. What are your boundaries? I know myself, and I know I'm bound to say the wrong thing or do something that pushes you away without even realizing it.”

He wasn’t used to hearing her this vulnerable, this open, but he didn’t shy away from it.

“I don’t want to push you into anything you’re not ready for,” he said softly. “I know you’re still figuring things out. But I also need to know that you’re in this with me, for real. I can handle waiting for you to catch up, but I can’t handle feeling like I’m the only one who wants this.”

Angie nodded, “I get that,” she said, her voice quieter now. “I want this. I just need you to be honest with me, even when it’s hard. Even if it’s something I don’t want to hear.”

His thumb paused on her cheek, his eyes serious now. “You really want me to be that honest?” She nodded, biting her lip as he let his hand brush across the apple of her cheek, “Yes. Even if it’s harsh. I can take it.”

Nico was silent for a moment, his gaze holding hers, and Angie could see the wheels turning in his head. Finally, he spoke, his voice steady but careful, “ I don’t need big gestures, but I need consistency. I need to know that when things get tough, you’re not going to pull away. That you’ll talk to me, even if it’s messy.” 

His words weren’t sharp, but they stung in a way that made her realize how much he’d been holding back, how much he had needed to say.

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel like I’m not here,” she said quietly, her voice thick with emotion.

Nico’s expression softened, and he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles before he held her hand in his and placed it on his chest. “It's been hard, and it hasn't always been the clearest between us, so I get it, but I just can’t keep going if you’re always waiting for the other shoe to drop. I need to know that you’re willing to take the risk, that you’re willing to fight for this too.”

Angie nodded, swallowing hard. “I am. I just… I need you to call me out if I start slipping. Don’t let me pull away, even if I don’t realize I’m doing it.” “I will,” he promised, his voice gentle but firm. “But I need you to trust me, Ange. To trust that I’m not going anywhere, even when things get hard.”

She nodded again, her heart swelling with a mix of fear and love that left her breathless. This was what it meant to be in it for real, to put everything on the line. And it terrified her, but at the same time, it made her want him more.

“I’ll try,” she whispered. “I can’t promise I won’t screw up, but I’ll try. And I’ll listen, even if I don’t like what you have to say.” Nico smiled softly, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip as he pulled her closer. “That’s all I need.”

They lay there for a while, their bodies pressed together, the silence between them no longer heavy but full of a new understanding. Angie rested her head on his chest again, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, letting the fear slip away, even if just for a moment.

For the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid of where they were going.

She was just ready to take the risk.

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The cheesy romance vibes were not really what I was aiming for... but im a sucker for the 2010's romance novel vibes, so I'm not complaining :)