#nico hischier x chubby!reader

[leaentries]

Please can we talk about Nico when his gf is having a bad body day, just feeling a little sad/insecure. (me atm)🥺

I love how your blog is for chubby girls btw💗

my heart ❤️ he would be so sad and his big ole brown puppy dog eyes would get so big

here’s a lil blurb to kick off my return to writing 🕺

also i’m writing this on my phone so the format might be slightly different…sorry😋

your mind was cloudy, the world just seemed darker today. something about the way your outfits clung to your body just didn’t seem right.

your floor was littered in different items of clothing, having tried on what seemed to be everything hanging in your closet.

tonight was the first night in a long while that nico was able to plan something nice for the two of you. making reservations at a fancy restaurant, booking a hotel room for the night, the whole nine yards. you should be happy, ecstatic that you are finally getting your boyfriend all to yourself, but, in this moment, all you wanted to do was cry.

tears threatened to spill as you stared into the mirror. the fabric of the dress hugging your body in all the ways you hated, you felt suffocated.

you choked back a sob as you violently unzipped the dress and threw it somewhere amongst the rest. sitting on the edge of your bed, clad in nothing but a bra and some panties, you looked helplessly at the tsunami of clothes. you wanted nothing more than to feel beautiful in your own skin. to feel worthy of going out with nico.

the salty drops cascaded down your face faster than you could will them away. you were lost, not knowing what to do from here. a loud knock echoed through your apartment, drawing a small, “Fuck,” from your panicked lips.

nico was here and you weren’t even close to being ready. dread filled your chest knowing how excited he is and how his beaming smile is what’s gonna greet you the second you open the door. you quickly grab the nearest oversized sweater, throwing it over your head as you make your way to the entrance.

you take a deep breathe before gripping the metal handle and carefully opening the door.

your heart melted and broke all at the same time. nico stood tall, dressed in his all black suit, the one he knew you loved, holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. you felt a new batch of tears quickly begin to build in your vulnerable state.

you didn’t want to ruin nico’s night with something a minuscule as being insecure. you wouldn’t hurt him like that. before your tears could fall, you plastered on a small smile, letting nico walk in the apartment.

his happy features dropped slightly upon seeing your sweater, “What’s wrong, schatzi? Why aren’t you dressed?” his tone filled with worry.

you shook your head, opting to give him a little fib, “I’m just having a hard time finding something that fits tonight, Neeks.”

He smiled cheekily, taking it upon himself to place the flowers in a mason jar, “Let me put these in water first, then I will come help.” You gave him a slight nod, before returning to your cluttered room. A deep sigh left your lips, realizing that Nico is gonna see the inside of your brain that now lays upon your bedroom floor.

“Oka- Whoa.” nico’s words died in his throat as he glanced around the space.

You buried your head in your hands, embarrassed at the mess. “I know, I know! I just couldn’t find anything to wear! and i felt like i needed to try on everything and nothing worked and-” Nico cut you off.

“It’s okay, baby. I’m not judging. I think you forget I have a sister, i’m not new to this.” He walks in, eyes scanning the pile carefully. He picked up a black dress, once that just-so-happened to match his suit. “Here!” he flashed his dimples at you, “This is perfect. Put this on, f’me, schatzi, you’ll look beautiful.”

You gently took the dress, clutching it to your body.

He placed a quick kiss to your temple before walking out, “I’ll wait outside the door, just shout if you need anything.”

You stripped yourself of the sweater, pulling on the black dress. Normally, you’d admire the way the intricate details of the fabric or the way it tied gracefully in the back, but you only found yourself criticizing as you stood in the floor length mirror once more. Your eyes dragged over each spot you hated.

The way you thought your legs didn’t look quite long or skinny enough, or the way your tummy wasn’t flat. Even the way your hip-dips stood out more prominently in your opinion, it all just seemed overwhelmingly visible. Too lost in thought, you missed the door opening and a certain swiss making his way into the room.

Nico’s eyes focused on the way yours filled with disgust at your body, the way you were picking at every inch. He wasn’t oblivious to your insecurities, although he would never understand why you felt that way. In his eyes, you were the most gorgeous and genuine woman he’d ever met. You were perfect and even better, you were his.

He took his place behind you placing his hands gently on your hips. You jumped slightly startled by his sudden appearance.

“This is more than just finding an outfit, schatzi.” His eyes meet yours through the mirror, “What’s really going on?”

His soft words broke the damn that you’d been trying so hard to keep from cracking. Your head dipped down as a sob left your throat. Nico immediately moved to stand in front of you, pulling you into his chest.

His hand came up to stroke your hair softly, as you cried into his shirt, “Shh, shh. It’s okay, baby.” Nico tried his best to console you, whispering comforting words into your ears.

“C’mon, take some deep breaths for me.” He pulled your head from his chest, hands moving to cradle your face. He began to breathe slowly, encouraging you to breathe with him. One you had regained some air, you looked up at him.

“M’ sorry, Neeks.” You sniffled, “I’ve just been having a bad day and I kept putting on different outfits, but I just felt…” You trailed off, trying to find the right word. His big doe eyes bore into yours, waiting patiently for you to continue. “I just feel ugly.”

Nico felt his heart physically throb. How could his beautiful girl see herself as ugly? Doesn’t she know that he wishes he could see her for the first time, just so he could fall in love with her all over again? Nico was at a loss for words. He genuinely couldn’t grasp how someone, let alone yourself, could ever think you were ugly.

“No.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the simple word that left the man’s mouth.

“…No?” You were confused.

“Listen to me,” He turned your bodies back to your original position, “You see these legs? These are the most gorgeous, most soft, most warm legs that I could ever want. The way they work as a perfect pillow,” His lips brushed against the shell of your ear, “Or the way that they wrap around my head.”

Your breath began to pick up as he began to list off every part of your body and the reasons why he loved them. He picked apart your insecurities and replaced them with love and desire.

“But more of all, this girl.” His eyes rose to meet yours once more, “This girl is the most beautiful and precious person that I have ever had the privilege of knowing. This girl is my girl. My pretty girl.”

You felt a new flood of tears, this time because of the vast amounts of love radiating from Nico.

“Thank you, Neeks” You felt the need to thank him, thank him for dealing with you.

“Don’t thank me. I would give up anything just for the opportunity to tell you how pretty you are.”

His hands began to untie the back of the dress, only stopping when your hands came up to hold his in place.

“What about dinner?”

He smirked at you, “Screw dinner, let’s just go to the hotel room.” You turned in his grasp as the dress slowly fell to pool at your feet. Nico tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth at the slight of your exposed skin. “Because right now I want nothing more than to spend the night between my favorite pair of legs.”

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Congratulations on 100 followers! Can you do prompt 3 and 4 with Timo Meier please?

crying in his arms + him crying in your arms

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when the final buzzer rang out across the arena, the boys shook hands with the opposing team, waving at the disappointed, sad, and frustrated fans and then skating off the ice with their heads hung low. the devils final chance of making playoffs was over.

i shake my head, the boys played well, just not well enough to beat the other team in overtime. i sigh, timo is gonna be so upset with himself. he missed a lot of chances to score tonight. either he didn't take the chance or the goalie prevented the puck from making it into the net.

my steps ring out in my head, even over the loud chatter of the upset devils fans and the happy fans of the other team. i make my way to the locker room, leaving the rest of the wags behind me, attempting to catch up.

i could care less about them, timo is my only priority right now. my foot taps against the tiled floor while we wait for the reporters to make their way out of the locker room. after they were all gone, the wags were let in or the players met them in the hallway.

i wait for timo to come out, he is always one of the first ones to leave. i give sad smiles and hugs to some of the guys, especially the younger ones. they take the losses really hard since they put all the pressure on themselves. sometimes they choke mid-game, but that's okay since everyone has done it and sometimes it's okay to put pressure on yourself.

eventually, all the boys have filed out of the locker room, leaving me standing out there alone. i finally decide to go into the locker room and check on timo. i clear my throat before i turn the doorknob. when the door creaks open, i notice how dark it is in there. all the lights are off, except the led lights that show off the logo that rests on the ceiling.

"timo? are you in here?" i say, looking around, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the darkness. i hear a sniff to my right and my head snaps in that direction. "timo? is that you?" i walk towards the body that's shielded by darkness.

the closer i get, the clearer it is to see who is sitting on the bench. my heart breaks at the sight of timo, elbows resting on his knees with his face in his hands. "oh baby..." i can hear my voice tremble, my eyes welling with tears.

i kneel down, placing my hands on his skates. i notice that he hasn't changed, every single piece of hockey gear still on his body. i reach over and begin to pull off the clear tape, before a hand touches mine. "don't." i look up at timo, who is looking down at me with red eyes. "i don't want it to be over yet..."

my lip wobbles and i stand up, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. "i'm sorry, honey. we can stay as long as you need to." i rake my fingers through his short hair, "i don't mind at all."

i feel his arms wrap around my waist, pulling my body closer to his. "i could have done more. made more shots...maybe with a miracle one would have gone in or something..." timo rants off about all the things he could've done, and i just sit and listen while he talks.

i sniffle when he stops his words to try and choke back a sob. "hey...you did what you thought was best in the moment. i'm sure all the boys have regrets, too. you can make up for these things during the next season." i pull back, cupping his wet face in my hands. "i can help you practice during the off season."

timo smiles down at me, "thank you, baby. and i'm sorry..." he says, eyes moving down to his lap.

"sorry for what?" i ask, my head tilting to the side in confusion.

"sorry for letting you down." he says. locking eyes with mine. the sight of his trembling body and his eyes that are brimming with tears makes the tears i've been holding back run down my face.

"baby...you never ever let me down. i'll always be proud of you." i say, wiping my face. "even if you did let me down, i'd still be here for you, supporting you through everything."

he smiles and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me, and putting his face in my shoulder. he mumbles some kind of thank you and sniffs. i rub his back with my hand, his hockey gear getting in the way slightly.

when he pulls back a few minutes later, he smiles at me softly and presses a soft kiss to my lips. he then removes me from his lap and begins taking off his gear. while he pulls everything off, i look around at the locker room. the usually full cubbies are partially cleaned out of the players personal belongings.

the sight makes me sad, the ending of the devils hockey season once again makes my heart feel heavy. i sigh, walking up to jack hughes' locker. i look around at his things, my lips pursed into a line. i think about all the things he went to this season. people were so disappointed in him just because he made a few mistakes. but, all players make mistakes. because of his rising popularity and his reputation he had to uphold, the mistakes disappointed fans and reporters.

i'm pulled out of my deep thoughts by a hand on my shoulder. i snap my head around and see timo. "ready?" he asks, his accent suddenly very evident, something that usually happens right after he cries or is upset.

i smile at him and nod, "ready to go? yes. ready for the season to end? no." i explain, leaning my head on his shoulder blade, looking around at the locker room full of gear and items that belong to players one last time before locker clean out day. i sniffle once more, the thought of the season ending is heavy on my shoulders and i can't even imagine how the players feel right now.

i feel timo's hand on my shoulder, pulling me into him so he can kiss the top of my head. after the quick kiss, he leans his head on mine and lets out a deep breath, looking around with me. "even though i know i'm coming back, it still hurts to leave." i nod my head in agreement.

"it'll be back before we know it." i wipe my eyes and look back up at him with a smile. "i promise."

[mikkomacko]

Jersey Meets Prague

Dad!Nico Hischier x Reader

Warnings: None

Summary: Jersey travels to Prague to see her daddy shine in the first game of the season

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“Are you sure you’ve got everything?”

Phone squished between your ear and shoulder, you adjust Jersey in the crook of your elbow, careful to not accidentally detach her or disturb her breastfeeding.

“Yes Nico, I’ve got everything,” you promise, “believe it or not I’ve packed her for international flights before.”

You don’t add that she was barely a month old during one of said flights, not wanting to brag too much. Jersey’s first ever off-season flight to Switzerland was easy for the most part. She slept a lot, was more than happy to lay on Nico’s chest or cradled in his arms while they snoozed.

Unsurprisingly, she’s just like her father in that way. As soon as the plane reaches cruising altitude and the turbulence has more or less passed, they’re clocking out. And they’re really only getting up to eat, because Nico’s zombie walk to the bathroom half asleep doesn’t really count as being awake, and well, Jersey doesn’t have to necessarily to be awake for her bathroom time.

“But I’m usually there too,” Nico says through the phone, and you can hear the pout in his voice, practically see the droop of his lips that makes him look the like personified version of a sad face emoji.

You appease him by saying, “That’s true, but I promise we’ll be fine.”

While it is always easier to parent with two, you’re no stranger to long stretches of time without Nico. Jersey had gotten her first ever cold while Nico was on a week-long west coast roadtrip, and you were miserable. She barely slept and ate, so you barely slept and ate. Her crying made you cry. And you’d called the pediatrician so much on her personal phone you’re surprised she didn’t block the number and remove Jersey as a patient.

You’d survived that just fine. All by yourself.

“Yeah I know,” Nico sighs just as the baby girl against your chest lets out a single displeased cry, pushing away from you with her chubby hands.

You quickly place the phone on the bench beside you, hitting the speaker as you adjust her into sitting on your lap. “Sorry Neeks, one more time?”

Fixing your top, you grab the baby rag off your knee and gently clean Jersey’s tiny little hands. She looks at you those big brown eyes she got from her dad, dark lashes clumped together from crying earlier. Her lips tilt down into that signature Hischier pout.

“Go over the list with me?” He requests again and you can’t help but smile. Nico Hischier is nothing if not prepared, one of the many things that makes him a great father. You can picture family vacations in the years to come, suitcases for the babies filled with anything and everything they could ever need or want. All because he always has that mental list.

“Of course,” you agree, continuing to clean up Jersey despite her cries of disagreement and annoyance. Even when her eyebrows pinch together and her frown wobbles and deepens, your resolve wanting to crack because she looks so much like her father. God knows Nico’s hurt face always gets to you.

Luckily you’ve gotten good at having to just ignore it.

Nico starts reading out his mental order of items you needed to bring with, including certain outfits for Jersey and her favorite baby wash (they all are unscented but Nico swears she likes the soft yellow bottle better than the pink). He double checks that you have her Devil’s noise cancelling headphones, her blankie his mother knitted, her favorite snacks in the baby bag. Despite the fact that you’ve been on the phone with him since you set up camp in the private mother’s lounge to pump and feed Jersey, he still asks if you have extra bottles and if he should go buy formula.

“I can always pump when we get there,” you laugh, “but if you want to pick up formula too you can.”

He hums like he’s thinking, the sound making you have to bite your lip not to giggle at how adorable he is. You finish up cleaning Jersey, combing your fingers through her ever-growing blonde hair.

Nico clicks his tongue. “Maybe I’ll get a small one,” he decides. “And I already got her diapers, hotel got us a pack’n’play for her to sleep and my mom is bringing her some bedding-“

“Only the finest Swiss threads for her highness,” you joke, smiling fondly as Jersey blinks sluggishly at you. You bring her into your chest, snuggling her as she burrows into the fabric of your clothes.

Over the phone, Nico makes a noise of complaint. “Well obviously,” he scoffs, as Jersey reaches up to prod her chubby little fingers into your cheek.

“What’s she doing anyway? I miss her.”

You snuggle into her little hand, reaching over for your phone and hitting the FaceTime button. It barely rings for a second before Nico is popping up on the screen, a little grainy and blurry, but still handsome.

“Oh hello,” he greets with a cheeky smile, “what a beautiful sight.”

He’s got an AirPod in, the white headphone peaking out from his wisps of hair that he’s got tucked under a white beanie. Beautiful buildings and cobblestone streets move behind him as he walks down the sidewalks of Prague. It’s gorgeous, he’s gorgeous.

“I could say the same thing, Hisch.”

His smile goes shy, lashes fluttering as he quickly looks down from the camera like he’s too nervous or something to look at you after saying something so sweet.

You tilt the camera, show him the head of blonde hair snuggled into you. Nico groans painfully, eyebrows furrowing as he says, “Aw it’s just got better.”

“Well enjoy it while you can because we board in a little under and hour and someone is starting to get sleepy.”

Nico frowns. “Noooo she can’t sleep now, she won’t sleep on the plane!”

Shrugging, you lean back so Jersey will lift her head. She blinks up at you in annoyance, moving her hand from your face to knuckle at her sleepy eyes. “Say hi to daddy baby,” you encourage, moving the phone down so she can see Nico on the screen.

A dimpled smile takes over her face, so quickly you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was nodding off seconds ago. Her fingers reach out for the phone, nonsensical words spilling from her lips.

“Hello my liebling,” he greets, mirroring her smile as he wiggles his fingers at her. The grocery bag hanging from his wrist crinkles as he moves.

“Papa,” Jersey mumbles, the sounds messy but it makes Nico preen anyway. You lay your cheek on top of her head, listening to them chatter with each other until it’s time to fly.

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Nico, half-dressed in his game day suit runs circles around the coffee table in the hotel suite. Dramatic screams of fear and panicked “oh no, oh no’s” leaving his smiling lips. Jersey squeals excitedly, toddling after him on chubby legs.

Setting the hot iron off to the side, you pick up his suit jacket from where it was laid out on the dark wood table. You look over it for anymore wrinkles, swiping fuzzy of the sleeve.

"Nico," you call, determining it to be perfect. "suit is ready my love. And you gotta get going before you miss the bus."

He halts, looking up at with doe-eyes and Jersey crashes into his legs, wraps her arms around his calf and shouts, "got you!" Then she's latching onto his pants, baby teeth biting into the fabric. Brining the jacket over to him, you help him slip it on, standing in front of him and straightening out the lapels.

"Thanks darling."

Nico's looking at you with dark eyes, a sly look on his face and you're shocked by how quickly he can go from the silly man chasing your daughter around to that.

"Keep it in your pants, Hisch." You tease, laughing when he simply raises an eyebrow at you. Rising to your toes, you press a sweet kiss to his lips as he grabs at your hips.

"Get Jersey off your leg, I want a picture before you go." You instruct, nodding down towards the baby girl that's still mouthing at his leg. Nico groans, leaning down and snaking his hands around her middle. Then he's growling like a monster as he picks her up, flipping her upside down in his arms and then rolling her over again until she fits into the crook of his elbow. Jersey laughs, bouncing in his hold and grabbing at his scruffy cheeks.

You dig out the youth Devils jersey Nico gifted her last season, the name and logo bedazzled and sparkling. Nico's pretending to bite at her little fingers when you come back, wrestling the jersey over her head and then guiding her arms in. Jersey frowns, grunting in annoyance and you frown back at her.

"No naked photos for you, miss girl." You tease, pulling the fabric down to hide her diaper clad bottom. Nico frowns too and she looks up at him, her serious face a complete mirror of his.

"Yeah no naked photos ever," he instructs. Then h's sticking out his tongue at her, eyes crinkling with mirth when she does it back.

You have him hold her with her back to his chest, chubby legs hanging over his bicep and the city of Prague dazzles through the balcony doors behind them.

"Smile cuties," you sing, and Nico beams at you, ticking his hand into Jersey's stomach so she does the same. Snapping a few photos, you quickly move over and stand with them. Posing for a selfie, you and Nico both make funny faces at the camera while Jersey looks at you like you're crazy.

"Ok, ok daddy's got to go." Nico says. tossing Jersey into the air and catching her. You pocket your phone, let him decorate her face in kisses before he's handing her over. Sitting her on your hip, you give Nico a kiss bye as well.

"Look for us in the crowd," you tell him, "we'll be the giant group with the Swiss flag."

Nico laughs, presses a kiss to the top of your head before gathering his things and heading for the door. Jersey waves bye to him, and he returns it just as the large door is slipping shut.

Now it's time to get Jersey and yourself dressed, needing to meet up with Nico's family in the lobby in little less than a hour.

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Nico found the two of you at warmups immediately. His first lap around the ice he's winking at you, smirking as he picks up a puck. You watch him go about his routine, stick handling by the bench for a bit and then taking a couple shots. He does his little frog-like stretches, laughing and joking with Tuna as he does.

And then he's lazily skating over to where you're sat with his family, a few rows up and just off to the right of the net. Jersey kicks excitedly as he comes over, gnawing on her fingers and Nina helps you stand her up against the glass. Nico taps at it with his gloves, right over where her smiling face is and she smacks her hand there too.

He scoops up a loose puck on his blade, flipping it a couple times before looking at you expectantly. You let Nina hold Jersey up, moving off to the side so he can flip the puck over the glass into your outstretched hands.

"Mine," Jersey tells you, grumpy, and Nina laughs as you hand the cold puck over to her. She takes it in her little hands, fingers running over the Devils and Sabres logos.

Nico stays and hangs for a bit longer, tossing a couple pucks over when the kids near you realize he's in the area. You have to shush Jersey when she keeps yelling mine to them, frowning in apology at the families. Nina and Rino find it hilarious, and by the way Nico is shaking his head through the glass you know he's trying not to laugh too.

He stays by the boards until the clock winds down, and even then he's the last to trail off the ice.

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You're tucking away Jersey's headphones and her Prague puck when Nico comes down the tunnel. His hair is wet on his forehead, cheeks and neck flushed like he took a shower that was just a little too hot. His parents and some friends from home are the first to greet him, everyone jeering and complimenting his goal as they share hugs and take photos.

Zipping up the diaper bag, you stand with it between your feet as you blow your hair out of your face and turn to Nina. "You should go say hi and take a photo." You tell her, and while she makes a hesitant face, she does hand Jersey over. The bottle she had been drinking slips from her lips during the adjustment, and she cries out unhappily.

You can feel Nico looking over as you settle her on your hip, but she take the bottle back easily and happily, laying her head on your shoulder. Swaying her a bit, you get a little over halfway through the bottle when Nico finally makes it through the crowd and to you two.

"There's my pretty girl," he greets quietly, taking your face in his hands and the two of you share a sweet kiss. Kissing your cheek just once and then the top of Jersey's head, she pulls away from you and leans back into his shoulder instead.

"Oh I'm only fun until daddy comes back huh?" You pout, but you're happy to let him take her. Now that's she got her favorite person she doesn't want her bottle, so you cap it and lean down to pack it away with the rest of her things.

Nico's wiping at her mouth with the sleeve of his suit jacket when you rise to your normal height, and you gasp. "Nico stop, I don't want to have to wash that in the hotel sink."

Chuckling, he wraps that arm around you instead, brining you under his arm so he can hold both of you. You return the hug, soothing your hand up and down his lower back.

"You played really well today Captain," you murmur, reaching over to brush Jersey's hair out of her face.

"Yeah?" He asks and you nod. "Well the boys made it easy, Marky and Kovy especially."

You roll your eyes. "And Hischier," you insist, pressing your chin into his shoulder as you look up at him. "He was buzzing. Stayed with the puck, got his legs moving, executed."

That makes him laugh, a fully belly laugh that crinkles his eyes and nose. Jersey laughs alongside him, fingers nudging at his dimples and you giggle too.

"Good to hear coach," he says quietly, getting distracted by something behind you. You look back, realize Katja has her phone out and is taking photos. "Come on, let's take a real one."

Following Nico's instructions, you move to curl into his side, stretching your arm across his middle to hug him tightly. Rino makes funny faces at Jersey from behind the camera, and she squeals and laughs perfectly for the photo. You quickly move to his other side, holding Jersey between the two of you.

"Kisses," Nico tells you in a silly voice, Jersey giggling and mimicking it. You and him smooch kisses to her chubby cheeks, Nina cooing as Katja takes the photo.

"Beautiful," she compliments. "We'll share photos later after dinner."

Nico's camera roll later that night is pregame photos with Jersey, a slightly blurry candid of him and Jersey sticking their tongues out at each other during warm-ups, a video from his mom of you and Jersey jumping to your feet and cheering when he scores his goal. Photo upon photo of him with loved ones from Switzerland, but his favorites are the ones of him laughing and holding you and Jersey in the tunnels afterwards.

He post a collage of them to his story and tags you, a small caption at the bottom reading "Another season with my favorite girls"

[leaentries]

joining the mile high club with nico…🤭

ngl i squealed a lil bit when i saw this

warnings: semi-public sex, p in v, plane sex, teasing, cursing, Nico being a cocky lil shit

wc: 1.1k+

You’re not quite sure exactly how you found yourself in this situation, but you definitely weren’t gonna complain. 

You guessed it started when you and Nico found your seats on the Devil's plane. You and the rest of the team were flying back from an away game. Typically you weren’t allowed to ride on the plane with Nico, but somehow he managed to convince the staff to let you tag along. To say that he was excited would be an understatement. Nico seemed over the moon that you were with him on this trip. 

This wouldn’t be weird, except for the fact that Nico kept giving you his infamous bedroom eyes. The ones where he bores his gorgeous deep brown eyes into yours and you can practically feel your panties melting off. Nico had been leaving lingering touches to your waist and thighs all morning. Clearly, something was up. 

Once the both of you had gotten comfortable in your seats, which just so happened to be at the very back of the plane, Nico’s teasing attempts didn’t stop. You were sitting by the window, headphones in, watching the clouds go by. Nico’s hand, which rested on your thigh, snapped you out of your trance as it slowly began to inch its way closer to your core. Your eyes widened, as you snapped your head towards Nico.

“What are you doing?” You asked through gritted teeth. Nico, who appeared unbothered, just shrugged his shoulders before leaning to place an innocent kiss on your cheek. Which was a stark contrast to his hand that now cupped your aching pussy. Not that you were gonna let Nico know it was affecting you. You did your best to keep your breathing at bay, but Nico knew you. 

He knew exactly how to rile you up. He let his middle finger add pressure right over where your leggings covered your clit. You gripped his hand tightly as a warning. Ignoring your efforts, Nico began to draw slow circles to your clothed clit, dragging agonizing lines down to your slit. Although Nico’s face remained stoic, the painfully obvious bulge in his shorts proved differently. 

You let your own hand lay over his throbbing cock, palming him slowly through his shorts. His hand stuttered slightly against you. He leaned his head back, letting it fall against the back of the seat. You smirked at his reaction, “Two can play this game, baby boy.” You whispered in his ear. He lifted his head to meet your eyes with his own. 

Nico retracted his hand from your core, leaving you deflated. He looked around slightly, making sure no one was paying attention. “I’m going into the bathroom, wait a couple minutes, then join me.” He carefully excused himself, making a point to keep his hands placed in front of him. His plan became clear to you now: Nico wanted to fuck you on the plane.

A few dreadfully long minutes passed before you sneakily left your seat to enter the bathroom. Once inside you made sure to lock the door, afterwards turning to face Nico. He wasted no time before pressing your body to the wall, not taking much effort as the bathroom was tiny. His lips crashed against yours as the tension he’d been holding all morning was released.

He was desperate for you, the idea of fucking you had been on his mind all morning. Nico was riled up bad for you, the way you had bit your lip earlier in an attempt to control your moans flashed through his mind, causing his dick to twitch in his shorts. He needed you now. 

“Turn around for me, baby” You complied immediately, finding support against the tiny sink. Nico pulled your leggings and panties down to your thighs in one swift movement. He let his fingers trace up and down your slit, feeling you. 

“Aww, so wet for me, baby?” You nodded helplessly, “Who got you this wet, hm? I mean, fuck, you don’t even need any prep.” He bit his lip at the sight of your dripping cunt. 

“O-only you, Neeks. ‘S all for you.” You whined at his intense gaze. You wiggled your hips slightly, trying to get him to do something to ease the ache in your core.

 He chuckled at your weak effort.

“That’s right, all for me. Just me.” He rasped. He grabbed his cock, before giving it a couple of pumps and lining it up with your entrance. Nico met your eyes in the mirror, as a way of asking permission. You gave him an eager nod in return. With no hesitation, he sheathed himself completely inside of you. 

You both let out whimpers at the feeling. Nico swore lowly, mumbling something in german. He gave you a second to adjust to his size, before starting a ruthless pace. Wanting to waste no time, he grabbed your hips roughly pulling them back to meet his thrusts. Your hand reached up to cover your mouth in fear of letting out any sounds.

Nico knew neither of you was gonna last much longer, due to how worked up you had become. He continued his brutal pace, leaning to bite your shoulder in an attempt to muffle the loud groans threatening to leave his throat. The feeling of your pussy contracting around him made his knees weak. 

“ ‘m not gonna last much longer, baby.” He managed in your ear. You nodded in agreement, not trusting your voice. You felt your core tighten, the burning sensation spreading throughout your entire body. You felt yourself come undone around his cock, your cunt pulsating as your orgasm hit you like a train. 

Nico wasn’t far behind, your eager pussy milking him for all he’s worth. You both sat there for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath and calm your flushed and sweaty skin. Nico pulled out slowly, causing you to wince at the cool-empty feeling. He tucked himself back into his shorts before doing his best to clean you up as well. 

Once your clothes had been readjusted, Nico helped smooth your hair down, not forgetting to place a sweet kiss on your forehead. You wrapped your arms around his torso, placing your head on his chest. He gently rested his chin on your head. You relished in each others post-orgasm bliss, not ready to let go just yet.

After a few minutes, you spoke, “We should probably head out Neeks, I’m sure the planes gonna land soon and I really don’t want to spend any more time in the airplane bathroom.” Nico chuckled at your remark. He nudged your forehead with his nose. 

“You go first, I’ll be out in just a minute.” Giving him one last kiss, you left the bathroom heading back to your seat with a giddy smile.

Who knew joining the mile-high club could be that fun?

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there is just something so attractive about the way nico gets aggressive and always looks distressed 😩 like ughhhhh

him coming home after a tough game all tense and bothered, just to grab your hips and bend you over right then and there. the way his eyes are blown out and his chest is heaving against your back. he’s just so pussy drunk as he slams himself deep into you. you def have bruises from his hands and hickeys EVERYWHERE 🫠 but then afterwards he feels so bad cause he thinks he was too rough and runs you a bath. he just coddles you and drowns you in his love and kisses.

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Who else do you think is a part of the chubby girl love club? I’d love to know your thoughts. Obviously we have Luke and Nico but I feel like there is more.

ooooo i love this!! i’m also in love with the fact that we have the “chubby girl love club” now! im this 🤏 close to making a masterlist and naming it this. so yes obviously we have luke and nico, but i also think quinn would be another chubby girl lover. just something about him screams “i love chubby women!” JOHN MARINO. god john marino. i feel it in my soul. i just know, that he is so adorably whipped for the beautiful rolls. i’m not sure about jack. i feel like he doesn’t actively look for a chubby girl, but he’s not opposed to it. i mean he’s never gonna turn down the opportunity for a lil something extra to hold onto and grab. (iykwim)

i’m gonna leave it here for now, but i would love to hear y’all’s opinions and thoughts about it this!! i love interacting and talking to everyone!!

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Which players do you think irl would date a chubby girl?

sooo many! i feel like it’s not talked about enough! i do have a lil thing going on called the “chubby girl love club” and while i don’t have a masterlist currently, i’ll most likely create one soon. it will have all my thoughts, fics, etc about this topic! but for now, the ones i have currently talked about are, luke hughes, quinn hughes, nico hischier, john marino, etc.

some new guys to add to the list are:

jack hughes

adam fantilli

dylan duke

timo meier

ethan edwards

and more to come! i’ll start a series soon going through each player and doing headcanons for them!

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i’ve come to the conclusion that nico hischier is definitely, absolutely, 100%, no doubt, apart of the chubby girl love club. not a single doubt in my mind. (does this mean i have to write nico x chubby!reader now??? yes. yes it does.)

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welcome back | luke hughes

summary: when someone insults you at the devil's welcome-back party, luke doesn't take it lightly.

warnings: rude comments about weight, pretty much straight-up bullying, a stranger being a complete dickwad, swearing, making-out

wc: 1.3k+

Luke absolutely adored you. In his eyes, you hung the moon and painted every last star. That’s why he often got distraught and confused when people felt the need to comment about your appearance. Now, it was very clear that you were bigger than the typical girl, but it just made Luke love you that much more. 

The ceiling was littered with glittering lights, and the walls were covered in black and red decor. The annual welcome-back party was in full swing, couples and players alike mingling in every corner of the large room. 

It was quite obvious that the Devil’s organization spared no expense in planning this event. It was grand, to say the least. A highly sought-after DJ stood at his booth in the center of the room, playing any song imaginable. Yet, you were too enamored with the brunette in front of you. 

Luke was dressed in a sleek black suit with a jacket perfectly tailored to cling to the hard muscles on his arms, displaying them with any slight movement. His white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned as the room got hotter. Luke’s tie had been ditched within the first five minutes of arriving, as he claimed it was “choking him.” You could barely tear your eyes away, even for a moment. However, the feeling was very much mutual. With the dress you had on, Luke was practically drooling all over the table. 

You wore the very dress that could make Luke fall to his knees. The material hugged every curve of your body in the most flattering way. Luke could have sworn he fell in love with you all over again the second you walked out of your apartment. Anyone in the room could see the love swimming in waves around the both of you.

You quietly talked amongst yourselves, at least until Jack and Nico made their way to your table. The conversation quickly changed to the upcoming opener, the boys eager to start the season. Only half-listening, you noticed the food being restocked. You figured Luke was probably starving since the two of you had spent almost all day getting ready. 

You lightly gripped the arm that rested next to you, gaining his attention. “I’m gonna go make us some plates.” You nodded towards the freshly made food. He agreed immediately, solidifying your previous assumption. You stood, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Luke’s head as you made your way to the buffet.

You grabbed two pearly white plates, setting them in front of you as you began to put all of Luke’s favorites onto his plate. You piled as much as the porcelain could handle, then proceeded to fill your own. You balanced the two plates, getting ready to walk away when a male voice sounded from beside you. 

“Two plates, seriously?” You turned towards the rough voice, clearly confused as to what you thought you heard. 

“Excuse me?” You replied, a slight edge to your voice. 

“I mean, c’mon, you obviously don’t need that much food. Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but you fill out that dress a bit too much already. It wouldn’t hurt to cut back on the carbs.” 

Shock flooded your body, causing you to freeze. There was absolutely no way a complete stranger just said that to you, let alone to your face. The shock was quickly replaced with anger. You set the plates down, careful not to spill Luke’s food. 

“Apparently, I’m doing just fine if you felt the need to stare at me for that long.” You crossed your arms, biting the side of your mouth in an attempt to control your irritation. 

“It’s kind of hard to miss you. You’re one of the biggest girls in the room.” Your anger dissipated, shame rushing to take its place. You felt your cheeks and ears begin to burn with embarrassment.

Normally, comments like this didn’t bother you, but something about the look in this guy’s eyes made you feel a brand new form of humiliation.

“What the fuck did you just say to my girlfriend?” The sound of a voice you couldn’t be more happy to hear echoed from behind you. Luke came to stand beside you, slightly putting his body in front of yours. 

Luke’s jaw ticked with rage. His eyes were dark, you don’t think you’ve ever seen him this angry. Not even on the ice. The guy’s eyes widened, noticeably in fear and… excitement? 

“Oh my, you’re Luke Hughes! I’ve been trying to find you all night! I wanted to see if you would be interested in coming on my podcast next week?” The stranger's audacity caught you by surprise.

 Luke’s fists tightened, glaringly angry. 

“Are you serious right now?” Luke’s voice was harsh, “You just openly insulted my girlfriend, then you have the audacity to ask me to come on your podcast?” The stranger’s eye drifted to you, then back to Luke.

“She’s your girlfriend? I heard you had one, but never would I have guessed she would look like that.” 

Crack! 

The sound of Luke’s fist colliding with the guy's face was all you could hear. The room went silent, all eyes on Luke’s visibly enraged body towering over the guy clutching his nose on the ground. 

“I swear to God, if you ever come near me or my girlfriend again, you’ll fucking regret it.” Luke grabbed your hand, leading you past your table where he quickly snatched up your belongings. He whispered something to Jack and Nico, to which they responded with understanding nods. He continued to lead you through the large building until you reached the parking garage. 

Luke had yet to say a single word, the tension in the air became suffocating.

He remained silent the rest of the way to the car, helping you into the passenger side. Once he was in the car, he let out a deep sigh, gripping the steering wheel. 

“I’m so sorry, baby” His voice came out barely above a whisper. You looked over, noticing his eyes tightly shut. 

You shook your head, “Sorry for what? Nothing that happened in there was your fault.” He turned his head towards you, opening his deep eyes to meet yours. Conflict fought battles within his orbs, causing you to reach over and cradle his face. “Lukey, listen to me. I’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay. He was just some jackass that isn’t happy with his life so he felt the need to take it out on me.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows, “I don’t get it. You’re the one who got insulted, yet you’re comforting me. It’s supposed to be the other way around.” You smiled, leaning to place a soft kiss on his nose.

“I’m just used to it, I guess. I have tough skin.” Luke frowned at this. 

“You shouldn’t be used to it, y/n.” He reached to hold your hands in his, “You’re so fucking beautiful, I just don’t understand how anyone could say those things about you. You don’t deserve any of it.” 

Overwhelmed by his statement, you couldn’t do anything but press your lips against his. He kissed back immediately, pulling you as close as the car would allow. The kiss was desperate and needy, expressing every emotion you both were feeling. Your hands gripped at the curls on his neck, causing a low groan to escape his throat. 

You pulled away, leaving both of you with heaving chests as you attempted to catch your breath. “Thank you for defending me, Lukey.” 

“I’ll always defend you, angel.” He looked deeply into your eyes, before leaning back to turn on the car, “But now it’s time to go get as much food as we can stuff down our throats.” You laughed at his antics. 

This boy was gonna be the death of you.

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soulmates part 4

luke hughes x reader

series masterlist!

sorry there isn't much luke in this, i'm trying to kinda build an interesting storyline for this since i want to kinda start making the series longer and not as fast paced.

tw!!: some language, use of y/n, reader can be depicted as any body shape/size. this story moves kinda fast, since I want it to only be a couple of parts long. this is a complete work of fiction. I am no way saying or implying that these people act the way they do in the story. I am open to any sort of constructive criticism! thank you!

enjoy!

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as the uber pulls up to the lake house, i step out of the uber and look up at the lake house, the front door swings open and trevor runs out, calling my name with his arms wide open.

i smile and run back at him, meeting him for a hug near the middle of the yard. "trevor!" i laugh, wrapping my arms around him.

"y/n! you're back!" he says, smiling wide and ending his statement with that classic loud, obnoxious laugh that i soon found myself missing back in vancouver. "it's been so awkward without you. it's insane..." he says, pulling away from the hug to look at me seriously.

my eyebrows come up in confusion. "really...?" i ask, walking away while i continue talking with him to grab my bags from the uber. "what happened?"

"honestly, i'm not really sure." he says with a shrug, taking a few bags. "something with quinn i think. but don't hold me to that, i'm still not really sure what happened since nobody wants to talk about it."

i say a quick thank you to the uber and close the trunk, watching him drive away. "quinn? really?" i hum nervously, almost afraid to walk into the lake house.

trevor nods, opening the door for me and holding it open. i walk in, the house quiet and almost eerie. "hello?" i call out, looking around the open rooms.

i see a head poke out, the fluffy dark hair catching my attention and soon i recognize that it's jamie. "y/n!" he smiles and walks over to me, giving me a big hug. "i missed you."

"missed you too, jam!" i say, smiling. jamie and i talked a lot over the time i was gone. we facetimed and texted often, sharing experiences from him at the lake house and me back in vancouver. "jamie, you didn't tell me about what happened."

jamie's lips purse, "i didn't tell you because i wasn't sure what happened and i didn't want to start anything. i'm still not sure what all went down." he explains. i glance at trevor who nods, confirming the fact that quite a few people don't know what happened.

"i'll talk to quinn, see what's going on." i say, walking up the stairs with the two boys. "wait, who's stuff is this?" i ask after i walk into the room i was previously in.

"oh, this is cole's room. he came while you were gone, so we gave it to him." trevor says, laughing awkwardly as he looks around the messy room. "you can stay with whoever you're comfortable with. if you want, i can take the couch downstairs and you can take my bed." he shrugs.

"no, i couldn't do that to you. i'll stay with quinn." i say, walking over to quinn's room and knocking on the door. i'm not sure if he's in there, but it's worth a try before i walk in on anything i don't wanna see.

we all stand silently for a minute before the door slowly creaks open, revealing a red faced and tired looking quinn. "quinner?" i ask, confusion evident in my voice.

"hey...you're back." he says, opening the door all the way. he walks out, capturing me in a tight hug.

"someone missed me." i joke, dropping my bag and hugging him back. "trevor said that cole took the room i used to be in, can i stay with you? if you're okay with it, of course." i suggest, hoping he'll say yes.

quinn pulls away from the hug and i see him bite the inside of his mouth, clearly torn on whether he should say yes. "uhm...i'm sorry, but i'm not so sure that's the best idea." he says, looking down.

my heart and expression drop. "oh. alright...?" i say, confused as to why he said no. i turn to jamie and trevor, picking up my bags and taking a few steps away from his door. "well, that's alright. have a good night, quinn."

he shuts the door, not making eye contact with me at all. jamie steps forward, "you can stay in my room. if it's alright with you, we can sleep in the same bed or i can sleep on the floor or couch?" he suggests, a sad smile gracing his face.

"thank you, jam. i don't want to make you sleep anywhere else, so if you're comfortable with it, we can sleep in the same bed and just put a pillow between us or something." i say, following him to his room with trevor tagging along behind us.

jamie smiles wider, "i'm good with that." he opens the door to his room, setting my bags down on the bed and then instructing trevor and i to do the same. "just a warning, i'm a cuddler, so that pillow probably won't do much good." he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck.

"that's fine, i like to cuddle sometimes too." i explain, smiling a laughing along with him, earning a laugh from trevor too.

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after we talk for a while, it's late but we're all hungry, so we head downstairs to figure out something to eat. "grilled cheese sandwiches? we can eat on the dock?" trevor suggests, holding up the new loaf of bread.

"sounds good to me!" i say, looking over at jamie to earn his approval as well, to which he nods and smiles. i walk to the fridge, pulling out the cheese and butter. "do we want ham too?" i ask, holding out the pack of honey ham. they both agree, grabbing the ingredients from me and placing them on the counter.

i hear footsteps come down the stairs, a brown headed boy soon appearing. i recognize him as canadiens star, cole caufield. i've never met him in person, but i know who he is. cole smiles awkwardly, walking down the stairs and over to me with extended arms. "hi, i'm cole. you must be y/n! it's nice to finally meet you."

i smile, accepting his hug with a peaceful feeling in my heart. his hug lasts what seems like forever, but it somehow brings in such a feeling of warmth and happiness, with a mix of comfort. "nice to finally meet you, i've heard so much about you from trevor and jamie." we finally spilt apart and he walks over to the opposite side of the kitchen island. "we're making grilled ham and cheeses, do you want one?"

"sure, i am kinda hungry..." he says, patting his stomach playfully with a laugh. "i'd like ham and two pieces of cheese on mine, please!"

"coming right up!" trevor says, flinging around a spatula while the sandwiches cook in the pan on the stove. once they're done, trevor puts them all on a plate and hands them out, "there's chips in the cabinet. enjoy the zegras special, a classic, the grilled hameese."

"the grilled hameese? what does even that mean?" i ask with a laugh, grabbing a knife to cut the sandwiches in half.

"it means grilled ham and cheese. grilled hameese!" he says, the sass evident in his tone. "duh!"

jamie is doubled over in laughter, grabbing onto the counter for support. cole is covering his mouth with his hand, clearly laughing at trevor's consistent nonsense. "you'd think i'd be used to this by now...but it never gets old!" cole yells out, laughing.

we're all laughing at this point and half the house has come down to see what the commotion is. brock, jt, jack, luke, nico, dawson, and timo have all joined us in the kitchen with confused looks on their faces. we have to explain the sandwich joke to them, to which earned laughs from some of the guys, while the others just shake their heads, disappointed by trevor's joking idiocracy.

once the laughter has died down, hugs ensue. brock is the first to hug me, once again giving me a kiss on the head. jt is next, then nico, jack, luke, timo, and dawson. i enjoy all of their hugs, especially brock, who gives some of the best hugs. "brockey, i think you have a competitor for who gives the best hugs!" i say, laughing.

brock's jaw drops, "who?"

"cole." i say, pointing at him with a playful smile on my face. i turn to look at cole, who's confused by the situation.

"what?" he asks, his words muffled by the grilled ham and cheese that he's stuffing in his mouth. "what did i do this time?" he throws his arms up in defense.

"you took my place." brock says, his words laced with sadness.

"took your place in what?" cole asks, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"best hugger." brock replies, "i'm the best hugger."

"oh, i didn't mean to." cole wipes his mouth, setting the napkin back down on the table before walking over to us. "i didn't even know that was a thing here?"

"it's not. it's only for y/n." he responds, reaching over and pulling me into his embrace once again.

i laugh, hugging him back and looking at cole with a intrigued look on his face. "brock, it's okay. i still love your hugs, and i always will!" i assure him, "don't worry."

brock mumbles something about 'good. i'm supposed to be the best hugger.' or something like that.

"we're going out on the dock to sit and chat soon." i say, grabbing my sandwich and taking a bite. "does anyone wanna join?" i gesture to all the guys that are now piled in the kitchen.

a hear one answer of yes and a the rest are answers of no. some maybe laters are mixed in. the guys who said no say their goodbyes and walk off, some together and some by themselves. all that's left is jamie, trevor, nico, and i. a good combination, if you ask me.

we soon pile on the dock, the wood creaking below us with each step. nico takes the seat on the bench beside me, getting comfortable and kicking his feet out. a while of sitting in comfortable silence later, nico speaks up. "so y/n, how was the training?"

"it was good. the new rookies are kind and they seem to really know what they're doing. i think i they'll make great media personnel!" i say, smiling. "they learned quickly and took great photos and videos. some of the things up now on the canucks media pages are from them! and there's even some for the ahl team, too!"

"damn, sounds like you didn't have to do much work, huh?" nico says, laughing a little. "i saw some of the photos, whoever did the ones from yesterday did a great job. i mean, they're all great, but you get what i'm saying." he laughs awkwardly.

"yeah, that was our rookie, naveah. she's super sweet and an amazingly fast learner. definitely has some real potential." i nod, taking a sip of my water. "so nico, you seem to know a lot of what goes on, right?"

he looks at me with a confused look on his face, eyes in slits and lips pursed. "i mean, i guess? what do you want to know?"

"what happened with quinn?" i ask, crossing my arms and leaning back in my deck chair, kicking my feet up on the edge of the fire pit. "am i allowed to ask?"

nico's eyes widen and he sighs, looking down at the dock before he looks back at me. "it was a lot. most of it was stupid, but i think we got it all figured out?"

"that's not what i asked, neeks. i want to know what happened." i say, clear on what i want to hear.

"fine. a few days after you left, quinn got into it with brock. apparently, brock cracked some joke about the way quinn acts with you. you know, you two act like girlfriend and boyfriend sometimes. that happens when a girl and boy are friends, so it's okay. but, it really seemed to strike something in quinn and he had and outburst, like he was and still is hiding something. he's been holed up in his room pretty much ever since." nico explains, my eyes widening with each sentence.

"oh...that doesn't sound like quinn. but, he did tell me it would be best if i didn't stay in the same room as him earlier, then he shut the door on us." i say, looking to trevor for confirmation, to which he nods his head. "it was strange. and i didn't hear much from him since i left, now that i think about it."

"the whole thing is weird. and its suspicious, honestly. do you know if he likes you or not? like as more than friends?" nico asks, brows furrowed.

"no. i don't think he does, at least. you said something about that before i left, but you couldn't finish since quinn walked in. but, i thought about it my whole flight. all i could think about was quinn and if you guys were right." i say, fiddling with my fingers and the wrapper on the water bottle. "why would he try and set luke and i up if he likes me, though? that doesn't make sense."

"he tried to set you and luke up?" trevor pipes up and i nod, confirming his suspicions. "that's why luke has been looking so hurt and acting weird lately."

i sigh, "i'll talk to quinn. try and see what's really going on." i say, biting the inside of my mouth out of anxiousness. "i'll go up to his room tonight." nico nods, hoping to get some sort of peace about the situation.

the whole thing is weird. what's going on with quinn? why is he acting so strange? does he really like me? did he set me up with luke as a ploy? the thoughts race in my head. "maybe i'll talk to him in the morning. i think i'm going to bed." i say, standing up and walking inside, not letting the guys get in another word, i'll apologize in the morning. right now, i just need to be alone. that is, until jamie comes to bed, of course.

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new part of soulmates coming soon! ❤️

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hallelujah, for once i don't have anything going on, which means....i am taking blurb requests!

the blurb will be anywhere from 100 to 500 wc maybe longer

send in what player and what genre (i.e fluff, angst, smut)

or if you want to send in any thoughts about players, thats good too!

i can't wait to write some little scenarios for you <33