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aleskie · 3 months ago

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ANYTHING THAT CAN GO WRONG WILL GO WRONG | Nico Hischier x Reader

SUMMARY: Nico wants to marry you. He's more sure of that than anything else. Things just aren't going according to plan.

Warnings: no warnings, just fluff and a lil bit of murphy's law -> happy endingggg!! Author's Note: I'm baaaaaack~~~ Happy 2025! Here's a quick lil thing to start us off this year! Thanks for tuning in MWAH

If there was one thing Nico was sure of, it was that he wanted to marry you.

He wanted to plan a wedding with you—debating seating arrangements and floral designs, choosing party favors, and having all the little arguments couples have before they find a compromise. He wanted to go on a honeymoon, maybe to Costa Rica like he’d always dreamed, or maybe somewhere else you’d want to go. Maybe both. It didn’t really matter to him, as long as you were together. He wanted to see you walk down the aisle, knowing he’d be wiping away tears as he watched you walk closer to him, step by step, towards your shared future.

He wanted to carry you across the threshold of your new home, to go furniture shopping and hang pictures on the walls. He wanted to decorate a nursery, pick out toys, and watch you laugh as you played with your child—a little person who was so perfectly both of you.

From waking up beside you each morning to arguing and making up, to coming home to you after a long, tiring day—he wanted it all. He wanted everything with you: the good, the bad, and all the imperfect, fleeting moments in between.

He has it all planned out. He’s gotten a reservation at the restaurant you had your first date in, complete with the course you had the very first time you went. Unfortunately, they said he couldn’t just reserve a specific table but they did offer him a private area that overlooks the city, so it wasn’t too bad. He’s made sure they have your favorite wine on hand, and your favorite cocktails too just in case you were feeling it that night.

After dinner, he’d take you to the ice cream parlor where you’d kissed him on the cheek for the very first time. He’d already called to confirm they still had that one niche flavor you loved—the one he was pretty sure only you ever ordered. Then, to end the night, he’d bring you to the little bookshop café where you’d shared your first real kiss.

There, he’d tell you he loved you. He’d tell you how much your smile and your laugh meant to him, how you made him a better person because you inspired him to be the best version of himself. Because he wanted to be the best person for you. He’d list all the little things he adored about you, and then he’d say what he’d been holding in his heart for so long: he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. He wanted to grow old together, hand in hand.

And then, he’d kneel down and ask you to marry him.

If he was lucky—and he knew in his heart he would be—you’d say yes.

So, why has nothing been going his way?

Summers in Switzerland were one of Nico’s favorite things in the world. The weather, the views, the precious time spent with his family—Nothing could beat it. The cool breeze that wasn’t too cold, the ideal weather for hiking through the nearby mountains with his siblings, the serene lake perfect for lounging and sneaking in lazy afternoon naps—it was heaven. Most importantly, he got to see one of his favorite views: you lounging around in your swimsuits. The summer music festivals also added to the magic, offering nights filled with dancing to everything from EDM beats to indie melodies, with stolen kisses tucked between songs. Everything was just…perfect.

But it was during what was supposed to be an idyllic lake day that things began to unravel.

He and Luca were on the porch, getting the grill ready for lunch. They worked and chatted side by side, oiling the grates, filling the drum with coal, and securing everything in place. From the corner of his eye, Nico spotted you and Nina lounging by the pier, chatting and sipping the margaritas you’d mixed earlier. You were all smiles, relaxed in a way that made his heart swell. He loved how effortlessly you fit in with his family. It only strengthened the resolve in him to officially make you a part of it.

He gave Luca a pat on the back before heading toward you, his steps light, his mood lighter.

“Well, we’ve talked about it, but maybe we’re both not there yet,” he heard you say as he approached, “I mean, I am. But I don’t know if he is.”

“Oh, you’re both there,” Nina replied confidently, her voice teasing and certain, “Trust me.”

“You think so?” Your voice softened, and Nico could almost picture the way your lips curved into a smile. As he got closer, curiosity stirred in his chest. What were you two chatting about? There wasn’t much you hadn’t discussed or aligned on. Communication was a cornerstone of your relationship.

Then Nina spoke again, her voice laced with the telltale looseness of someone a little too tipsy. And just like that, everything clicked.

“Oh, honey, you should’ve seen the ring!”

Nico froze, his stomach flipping. He saw the instant regret flash across Nina’s face—eyes wide as she processed saying something she shouldn’t have.

“What ring?” you asked, tilting your head in curiosity, the gears in your mind already beginning to turn.

But Nico wasn’t about to let you connect the dots. Not yet.

“Nina!” he called out, his voice cutting through the summer air as he quickened his pace, “Luca needs you with the grill!”

Nina turns back, a wave of relief flashing across her face as she downs the rest of her drink in one swift motion. "Tell him I’m coming!" she calls out, her voice a little too cheerful as she rises from her seat.

Before rushing off, she leans down to give you a quick hug, murmuring just loudly enough for Nico to hear, “I didn’t say anything.”

Nico rolls his eyes as she brushes past him, clearly trying to cover her tracks. The damage was already done, but he wasn’t about to let it spiral further.

He stalks closer, his annoyance melting away as his gaze settles on you. You’re lounging in one of his shirts, the oversized fabric falling to the middle of your thighs, the sleeves brushing your forearms. The way it drapes over you makes his heart flutter—like you belong to him in the most effortless, natural way.

“Hi, baby,” he says, his voice warm as he leans on the armrest of the thick lounge chair you’re perched on.

You look up at him, your brows slightly furrowed, your lips parting as if to speak. He knows that look—you’re trying to piece together what Nina let slip, to draw some kind of answer from him without having to ask outright.

He doesn’t give you the chance.

Reaching down, he picks up the margarita you’d been nursing and takes a slow, deliberate sip, all while keeping his eyes on yours. “Mmm,” he hums appreciatively. “This is good. You make the best drinks, you know that?”

“Honey.” Your voice is sharp with curiosity, your eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “What ring is she talking about?”

He chuckles, a soft sound meant to disarm you as much as his grin—a grin he hopes doesn’t betray his nerves. “Nina’s just had a little too much to drink. It’s nothing you need to worry about.” He shrugs, aiming for nonchalance.

Not yet, anyway.

You tilt your head, skepticism written all over your face. It’s clear you’re unconvinced, and Nico can feel a bead of sweat trickling down his back despite the cool summer breeze. He knows you well enough to sense that you’re on the verge of figuring it all out. He also knows you’re kind enough to let him off the hook, to leave the surprise intact—if only because you love seeing him squirm just a little.

A knowing smirk tugs at your lips, your eyes sparkling with amusement. “Alrighty,” you say, drawing out the word teasingly. “If you say so.”

Nico exhales a small breath of relief, his grin widening.

“Did Luca actually need help with the grill,” you ask, arching an eyebrow, “Or did you just want to steal my drink?”

He laughs, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. “Who knows?” he murmurs, handing the glass back to you.

As the two of you settle back into the quiet, the soft lapping of the lake filling the space between you, Nico can’t help but smile to himself. He’d already bought the ring—in the exact cut you wanted, with the metal band you’d once hinted was your favorite—and it was scheduled to arrive soon.

The moment Nina had so carelessly hinted at was fast approaching, and he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when it finally happened.

It was rare for Nico to have an entire free day to spend with you, which made the moments all the more special when they came around.

The day had started perfectly. He woke up to find your arm draped across his middle, your soft breaths tickling his skin. For a moment, he stayed there, watching your peaceful frame, memorizing the way the morning light kissed your face. Eventually, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb you, and made his way to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

When you woke up, you found him at the stove, flipping pancakes with practiced ease. The smell of bacon and coffee filled the air as you padded over to wrap your arms around his waist, pressing your cheek against his back. You ate together, sharing syrupy bites of pancakes and stealing sips of each other’s coffee.

After breakfast, you both moved to the sink. It turned into a dance of domestic harmony—you washed the plates while he dried them, sneaking in playful splashes of water that made you both laugh.

Later, you got ready together. In the shower, he lathered shampoo into your hair while you ran soapy circles across his back. When you stepped out, he sat you on the bathroom counter, your lips forming a dramatic pout as you begrudgingly trimmed his beard.

By mid-morning, you were tangled together on the couch, a blanket draped over you as a show played in the background. His arm rested beneath your head, your legs stretched across his lap. It was his own little slice of heaven, perfect and untouched by the outside world.

And then, you said you had errands to run.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes,” you promised, stroking his head with a teasing grin as he groaned in protest.

“Fine,” he relented, though his pout remained firmly in place. He basked in the soft kiss you planted on his lips before you grabbed your bag and turned to leave.

The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed felt too loud. He sighed dramatically, sinking deeper into the couch. Reaching for a pillow, he hugged it against his chest, letting it stand in as your replacement.

With you gone, he turned his attention back to the show, finding himself unexpectedly drawn into the plot. Still, every so often, his mind wandered to you—wondering how long the errands would take, what you might bring back, and how soon he could coax you back into his arms.

He sighs. Even a few minutes felt too long without you.

It takes an hour for you to return, your tote bag filled with simple ingredients for a late-lunch-early-dinner combo. Nico perks up from the couch as soon as he hears the door open, his pout fading into a grin. In your hands, he spots a small brown package, which you place on the kitchen island before unloading the groceries.

“I ran into the delivery guy on my way back,” you explain casually, arranging the fresh vegetables in the fridge. “This came for you.”

“Ah,” he says, pausing the show he was watching. “Must be the hoodie I ordered a few days ago. I was wondering when it would show up.” He glances over, smiling. “Wanna open it?”

“Open my new sweater?” you tease, shooting him a knowing look as you retrieve a pair of scissors from the drawer. “Don’t mind if I do.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. He knows full well that every hoodie of his eventually finds its way into your closet.

Carefully, you slice open the tape and pull apart the packaging. But instead of a soft bundle of fabric, you reveal a small box, no larger than the palm of your hand.

You pause, curiosity piqued. It doesn’t look like a hoodie, and for a moment, you think maybe it’s one of his surprises for you—a pair of earrings or a delicate necklace, perhaps. With a small smile, you lift the lid of the box.

Inside, nestled against a soft velvet lining, is a ring.

It’s not just any ring. It’s the ring. The one you’d described to him in passing all those months ago. The gemstone, the cut, the metal band—every detail is exactly what you’d envisioned, as if he’d plucked the idea straight from your heart.

Your breath catches, and your vision blurs as tears spring to your eyes. It’s not just the ring—it’s what it represents. The thought of him listening so carefully, of him tucking away every detail you’d shared, hits you like a wave. You already knew he loved you, that he listened to you, but seeing it embodied in something so meaningful overwhelms you.

“Baby?” Nico’s voice pulls you back. He’s standing behind you now, concern etched on his face. “What’s wrong?”

You turn to him, your lips trembling as you hold up the small box. His eyes flick down, and the moment he recognizes it, his heart drops.

The very box he chose so carefully. The very ring he agonized over, wanting every detail to be perfect for you. The very thing he’d been planning to surprise you with, just a few weeks from now.

For a second, neither of you speaks. The air feels charged, suspended between panic and love, between what was supposed to be and what is now.

“I…I wasn’t supposed to see this, was I?” you finally say, your voice soft, tinged with both awe and regret.

He rubs the back of his neck, letting out a breathy laugh. “No, not quite yet.”

You place the box down on the counter, turning to him fully. “But you were going to ask me?”

He looks at you, his nervous energy fading as he takes your hands in his. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Yeah,” he admits. “I was.”

“You want to marry me?” Your voice trembles, thick with emotion.

He nods.

The tears fall freely then, happy and unrestrained, as you throw your arms around him. His hold on you is firm and protective, his heart pounding against your cheek as you press against his chest.

“The answer is yes,” you whisper, your words muffled by his shirt but carrying all the weight of your feelings. “You know that, right? It was always going to be a yes.”

“I know.” His voice is soft as he kisses the top of your head, his lips lingering there. “But I want to do this right. I’m going to propose properly—on one knee and everything.”

You lean into his touch as he cups your cheek, his thumb wiping away a stray tear. “Is that okay?” he asks, his gaze earnest.

You smile, your heart filled with nothing else but love for the man holding you in his arms. “It’s perfect.”

Today was the day.

After months of careful planning, of waiting for just the right moment, Nico was finally going to ask you to marry him. Every detail had been meticulously thought out, adjusted, and readjusted after that fateful day you accidentally found the ring.

The memory still made him cringe. He’d quickly hidden it in a new, foolproof spot (his gym bag—a place you never ventured) and rescheduled everything. The bookstore café was unfortunately booked for an event tonight, but the ice cream parlor was still part of the plan, and the dinner reservation at the restaurant where you had your first date was secured.

He’d chosen tonight—your anniversary—for the proposal because it felt just right. The date was sentimental enough to mean something but obvious enough for you to dismiss it as “too cliché.” It was perfect. You would never see it coming.

“Nico, can you help me zip up my dress, please?” Your voice called out from the changing area of your shared bedroom, pulling him from his thoughts.

He turned to see you standing in front of the mirror, the white dress he’d picked out for you half-zipped, slipping precariously off your shoulders. You looked stunning—effortlessly radiant, like you always did—but tonight, something about seeing you in that dress made his heart skip a beat.

“Of course,” he said, his voice soft as he walked over to you.

His hands brushed lightly against your back as he grasped the zipper, pulling it up slowly. But he couldn’t resist leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder. Then another, and another, his lips trailing up your neck in a way that made you laugh softly, tilting your head to the side to give him more room.

“Nico,” you chided, though your tone was anything but stern.

“What?” he said, grinning against your skin. “You’re gorgeous. Can you blame me?”

He finally finished zipping up the dress, his hands lingering on your waist as he turned you to face him. “You’re breathtaking,” he murmured, his eyes focused on yours.

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t hide your smile. “You’re just saying that because you picked the dress.”

“Maybe,” he teased, leaning in to steal a quick kiss. “But you’re always breathtaking to me.”

Your cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride at the sight. He was going to make you blush like that every day for the rest of your lives, starting tonight.

“Whatever you say, Captain Smooth-talker,” you said, shaking your head but still smiling, “If we don’t leave soon, we’re going to miss our reservation.”

He nodded, his heart racing with anticipation. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

He took a deep breath as he grabbed his jacket. Tonight was the night. By the end of it, if you hadn’t changed your mind, you’d be his fiancée.

The two of you arrive just in time to be seated at the table Nico had carefully arranged. The private area overlooked the city, the lights from the streets below twinkling like a sea of stars. It was breathtaking, but not nearly as much as the way you looked as you gazed out at the view.

“Honey, this is beautiful” you say, your lips curving into a soft smile as you sat down.

“Not as beautiful as you,” he replied smoothly, earning an eye-roll and a bashful grin from you.

The waiter arrived promptly to take your drink orders, and soon, the meal began. The first plates brought out were appetizers—delicate and artfully arranged. But Nico knew you well enough to know that, for you, the true star of the opening act wasn’t the small plates but the breadbasket that accompanied them.

“God, this bread is amazing,” you said, your eyes lighting up as you took a bite.

Nico chuckled, watching you enjoy the fresh, crusty loaf slathered in butter. “I had a feeling you’d like that.”

“You know me so well,” you teased, reaching for another piece.

“I try,” he said with a chuckle, though the statement carried more weight than you realized. Tonight was all about how well he knew you—what you loved, what made you happy, and what kind of future you dreamed of.

The entrees arrived next, perfectly timed to follow the appetizers. Nico tried to focus on his meal, but his mind was racing. The ring in his jacket pocket felt heavier than it had any right to, as if it was reminding him of the significance of what he was about to do.

He stole glances at you throughout the meal, his heart swelling every time you laughed at something he said or leaned closer to share a bite of your dish. You were the person he was going to spend the rest of his life with, and tonight, he was going to make it official.

As the plates were cleared and the waiter offered dessert options, Nico mentally rehearsed what he was going to say. He cycled through his bullet points, recalling the memories he wanted to highlight—the milestones, the quiet moments, the inside jokes only the two of you understood. Every detail of your relationship had led to this moment, and he wanted to do it justice.

While you shared a slice of cake, he alternated between admiring the way your eyes lit up with every bite and fine-tuning his speech in his head. The sound of your laughter when you joked about how you could live on this dessert alone was enough to settle his nerves for a fleeting moment.

“Here,” he said, offering you the last bite of cake with a smile.

You took it gladly, humming in delight as you savored the sweetness. Nico couldn’t help but grin. This was what he loved most—seeing you happy, knowing he was part of the reason why.

He shifted slightly in his seat, reaching for his jacket draped over the back of his chair. This was it. The moment he had been planning for months. Everything was about to fall perfectly into place.

His fingers slid into the inner pocket, brushing against the fabric as he searched for the small velvet box.

Except it wasn’t there.

His heart stopped.

He stilled, trying not to let his expression betray the rising panic inside him. Discreetly, he checked the pocket again, this time more frantically.

Nothing.

His breath hitched as he patted down every pocket—inner, outer, even the ones he knew he wouldn’t have used. It wasn’t there.

Panic tightened in his chest.

You tilted your head, noticing his sudden fidgeting. “You okay?”

“Uh—yeah,” he said quickly, forcing a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just…thought I forgot something, but it’s nothing important.”

It was a lie. A big one. Because what he’d forgotten was the most important thing of all.

The ring.

His mind raced, retracing his steps from earlier in the day. And then it hit him like a freight train. It wasn’t here. It was still at home, tucked away in the hidden compartment of his gym bag where he’d stashed it months ago for safekeeping.

Fuck.

He glanced at you, trying to keep his composure. You were oblivious to the turmoil raging inside him, busy taking a sip of your drink and remarking on how beautiful the view looked under the night sky and how the restaurant has always been one of your favorites.

He was supposed to be getting down on one knee right now, asking you the question that had been on his mind for what felt like forever. Instead, he was sitting here empty-handed, grappling with the colossal oversight that threatened to derail everything he had planned.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Resigned, he sighs quietly.

At least you’d still get your ice cream afterwards.

For the rest of the night, Nico’s heart raced as he scrambled to act normal, though he knew he was failing miserably.

“You’re acting weird,” you said from the passenger seat, concern etched on your face as you took another bite of your ice cream. “What’s wrong, hun?”

“I’m fine,” he mumbled, gripping the steering wheel tighter than necessary. “Just…a little tired, I guess.”

Understatement of the year.

You hummed in response, a little unconvinced, but quickly launched into a happy recount of the night—the food, the breathtaking view, how much the evening reminded you of your first date. Nico nodded along, forcing a smile and interjecting when he could, though his mind was racing. He was relieved to have deflected your attention, but the frustration simmering inside him was relentless.

How could he have forgotten the one thing that mattered most? The question plagued him, cycling in his mind like a broken record. He needed to clear his head, or else the night would spiral even further.

Without warning, Nico pulled over to the side of an empty road, the car coming to a gentle stop next to an open field bathed in moonlight.

“Nico?” you asked, confused as he unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car. You watched him for a moment, his silhouette illuminated by the glow of the streetlights and the faint flicker of fireflies in the distance. Concern gripped you, and you quickly followed, calling after him as he walked into the field.

“Nico, what’s wrong? Please, just talk to me,” you pleaded, your voice soft but insistent as you reached him.

He turned to face you, his expression shadowed by a mix of guilt and vulnerability. For a moment, he didn’t say anything, just looked at you—really looked at you. The way the light caught in your eyes, the slight furrow of your brows, the way the wind tugged at your hair. Even like this, worried and uncertain, you were breathtaking.

A pang of guilt hit him like a punch to the chest.

Taking a deep breath, Nico reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours. “I wanted tonight to be special,” he said, his voice low and almost apologetic.

You tilted your head, confusion softening your features. “What do you mean? It’s our anniversary—it is special.”

“Not like that,” he said, shaking his head. He stepped closer, his hesitation palpable. “I…I forgot something tonight.”

Your frown deepened. “Did we leave something at the restaurant? We can always go ba—”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice a little firmer this time. “It’s not about the restaurant. I forgot something important, and I couldn’t…I couldn’t do what I wanted to do.”

“Nico?” you asked again, your voice laced with curiosity and a flicker of nervousness.

He closed the distance between you, pulling you closer until you could hear the rapid thrum of his heart. His hands trembled slightly as they held yours, the weight of the moment pressing down on him.

“I’ve been planning this for months,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I wanted everything to be perfect—the dinner, the timing, all of it—even the ice cream. But I messed up. I forgot the ring.”

You blinked, the words sinking in. “The ring?”

His gaze softened as he looked deeply into your eyes, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. His hand lingered, his fingers cupping your cheek gently. “Yeah,” he said, his voice steady despite the rapid pounding of his heart. “The ring I was supposed to pull out tonight. The ring I picked out because I knew it was exactly what you’d want. The ring I got because I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Your breath hitched, tears welling in your eyes as his words settled over you like a warm embrace. Your lips trembled as you watched him drop to one knee, his hands enveloping yours with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

“I don’t have the box with the ring. And I’ve completely forgotten everything I’d planned to say.” He let out a soft, self-deprecating chuckle, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “But know this—I love you. Even now, especially now, when all I have is me and my love for you.”

He pressed a kiss to your hands, his touch reverent, as though grounding himself in the moment. Then, his voice dropped to a whisper, earnest and raw. “This isn’t the perfect proposal I had in mind, but I have to ask…”

He looked up at you, his eyes glimmering with sincerity and hope. “Will you marry me?”

For a heartbeat, the world seemed to still. The gentle rustle of the grass, the soft hum of crickets, the distant glow of fireflies—it all faded, leaving just the two of you.

Then, like a dam breaking, laughter bubbled out of you—a breathless, joyful sound that lit up the quiet night. Without hesitation, you dropped to your knees, pulling him into a kiss so fervent it knocked the two of you backward onto the soft grass. He landed with a gentle oof, his arms instinctively wrapping around you as you hovered over him, your tears mingling with your smile.

“Yes,” you whispered, your lips brushing against his as you spoke. “A million times yes.”

Relief and pure, unfiltered happiness coursed through him, his grin widening as he pulled you close, holding you as if he never wanted to let go. “I’ll make this up to you,” he promised, his voice muffled against your shoulder, though there was a lightness in his tone now. “The perfect ring, the perfect proposal—I’ll do it right.”

You pulled back slightly, shaking your head with a radiant smile. “You already did.”

He smiles and pulls you into another kiss. The fireflies danced around you, the world continuing on, but for you both, time felt suspended—an endless moment of love and joy and a future that had just begun.

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misschino · 10 months ago

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Like the prettiest siblings ever

#hockey #nhl #nico hischier #new jersey devils #nj devils #njd #nina hischier #luca hischier #nina i love youu soo much

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dearstvckyx · 1 year ago

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thelunahughes ‘I lose my mind when it comes to you I take time with the ones I choose And I don't want to smile if it ain't from you, yeah’ 💗 my 13

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njdevils: mom and dad?

⟶ thelunahughes: 😭 devils!

jackhughes: disgusting

⟶thelunahughes: WDYM YOUR THE BIGGEST SUPPORTER

⟶ jackhughes: LIARR

dixiedamelio: love this for you ☺️

⟶ thelunahughes: LOVE THIS FOR YOU TO 😉😉

⟶ dixiedamelio: STOP OMG

ninahischier: Ich liebe und vermisse euch beide

⟶ thelunahughes: Ich liebe dich !!!

_quinnhughes: did… did the devils account just call you mom and dad?

⟶ thelunahughes: i dont know anymore quinny 😀

edwards.73: YOU TWO JUST GO TOGETHER

⟶ thelunahughes: RIGHT

⟶ lhughes_06: THEY ARE ANNOYINGLY CUTE

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Ich liebe und vermisse euch beide - I love and miss you both

Ich liebe dich - I love you

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mommahughes19-23 · 11 months ago

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Thanks Devil Babies - N.H

@mrs.cap : thanks u to the devils , my media girlies , and the fans for a sick season

tagged : @nicohischier @njdevils @devilsmediateam @jackhughes

location : nicos heart

ninahischier : mein lieblingspaar, ich kann es kaum erwarten, dich zu sehen, meine schwester😭 ( my favorite couple, cant wait to see you my sister )

↪ mrs.cap : hör sofort damit auf, denn ich kann es kaum erwarten, dich wiederzusehen!🤧 ( stop this right now because i cant wait to See you more! )

nicohischier : 💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️💓❤️

dawson1417 : mrs cap in all her bad bitch glory 🤩🤩

↪ mrs.cap : youalreadyknowwhoitisbitches @dawson11417

jesperbratt : mr and mrs cap the team miss u 🫡

tmeier96 : bekomme ich also in dieser nebensaison besuch oder muss ich warten, bis Nico nach hause kommt?😤 ( so do I get a visit this off season or do i have to wait for Nico to come home? )

↪ mrs.cap : auf dich, meine mitschweizer, musst du warten. 🤡 ( for you my fellow Swiss, you must wait. )

jackhughes : ok @mrs.cap just use the WORST FUCKING PICTURE OF ME YOU CAN FIND😤

lhughes_06 : oh oh oh oh imma come see u sooooon

↪ mrs.cap : PLEASE DO MY LUKEYYYYY @lhughes_06

tofff73 : 🤡🤡

john.marino97 : why do I never get a shout out or tag?🤨

↪ mrs.cap : bc u didn't ask ? to be fair jack threatens my first born every time he doesnt get a tag 🫨

↪ jackhughes : smh why would I ever do such a cruel thing ( ur offspring is safe for now ) 🫷🏻

pally_18 : BABBBBY COME BACK WE MISS YOUUU AND I NEED MORE INSTA PICSS🫨

↪ mrs.cap : is that all u see me as pally? a means to instagram worthy content?🤬

↪ pally_18 : uhhhhhhh and a beautiful girl who's dating my wonderful captain 😬

↪ mrs.cap : that's what I fucking thought bud

bssmith : gangs all here🤫

ehaula : why do you look like a fan about to shit herself in the 4th slide?

↪ mrs.cap : MAYBE BC I AM AND WAS AND GOT TO MeET MY idoL NICO HISCHIER!?!?!??!

curtislazar95 : a bunch of dweeeeeebs

↪ mrs.cap : ur son would disagree 🤷🏻‍♀️

A.N :

Here's a Nico thing, in this the reader is also Swiss German bc I just felt like it ok.

I love Nico and I love the devils and I love hockey and I love hockey men.

im off to work soon so I will try to have another up tonight :D

ps. if you want I posted a what to expect post so you can comment and tell me if there's one in particular you want uploaded sooner than the rest and I will make it my priority! (still working on the written one those take a bit longer for me.)

that's all.

xoxoxoxoxox, M

Tags : @lukey-pookie-hughes43 and @skylershines

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hischiershoe · 3 months ago

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─── SANDBALL AND SUNDRESSES

─── NICO HISCHIER X FEM!READER

[ Summary ] Nico Hischier had been a thorn in your side for as long as you could remember, and you had been a pain in his, but a game of sandball and a blue sundress brings forth feelings you'd been denying for years.

[ Word Count ] 6.9k

[ Warnings ] Cursing, maybe angst if you really squint, idiots to lovers, jealousy, 18+ themes towards the end, but no smut. Just a makeout session with some grinding, slightly unedited but I tried

You had been friends with Nina Hischier longer than you could remember. Despite the two year age difference, the two of you were inseparable, always joint at the hip and rarely ever found without the other. Even when one of you went on vacation with your family, it was rare that the other wasn’t invited and included in everything. She loved your family, and you loved hers. Well, most of hers.

You had never really gotten along with Nico. Not when you were younger, and especially not now that the two of you were older. He always found ways to get under your skin and annoy you to no end, and you were exceptionally good at pushing his buttons until his usually passive demeanor began to crack. Nina and Luca always found it amusing when the two of you would bicker, whereas your parents would always shake their hands and attempt to divert the two of you to something else.

Though they all made the same closing comments every time: I can't wait for the two of you to finally get together. In their wildest dreams, and maybe in yours, too, but you would never say that out loud. In fact, you had yet to even acknowledge that somewhere along the way, your feelings for him had shifted into something different. Into something you never thought would happen.

When summer rolled around and both Hischier boys were free from their hockey schedule, the four of you found yourselves at the beach for a relaxing break. A part of you always felt like you were intruding when it was just the three of them, and you would always try to decline their invite with the notion that they should enjoy their time together and the four of you could hang out when they got back. However, you were always met with loud protests, even from Nico, and the threat that one of them would simply pay for your tickets if you didn’t. To them, going anywhere without you felt wrong because you were a part of who they were, and you were always welcome no matter what.

At the beach, you laid out on one of the beach chairs next to Nina as the boys kicked a ball to each other. She was telling you about something that had been happening at work, but your attention kept slipping towards her younger brother. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching him, from admiring the way the sun kissed his skin or the way his muscles rippled each time he’d kick at the ball. You may not necessarily get along with Nico, but you’d have to be a fool to deny that he was attractive, and you were the furthest thing from one.

“Oh, look,” Nina cut herself off, subtly pointing to the group of girls that were approaching her brothers, “That took longer than I thought. Usually they have a group before we’re done setting up.”

“We did get here early,” You playfully pointed out, though there was a small ball of jealousy forming in your chest when you watched one of the girls directly approach Nico.

God, what was wrong with you? You’d seen him flirt with girls before and it never bothered you then.

Right?

“True! I think they’re inviting them to play sandball,” She quietly spoke as she observed them through her sunglasses, “Do you think they’ll ask us?”

Nina had an answer to her question not thirty seconds later. Luca had shouted at the two of you, waving his hand for you guys to join them before everyone made their way over to the sand court. You hastily followed after them, ignoring the harsh looks from some of the girls when Nico fell in step with you. It was something you had grown used to over the years. Girls disliking you because they thought you and Nico were an item of sorts, but you knew he only approached you because he wanted to poke fun at your skills, or lack thereof.

“Do you think you’ll be able to stay on your feet this time,” He started, his tone light and teasing as he walked beside you, “Last time you fell on your ass more times than you hit the ball.”

“Maybe because one of my teammates sucked and kept running into me,” You shot back, glaring up at him through your sunglasses.

“I kept running into you because you weren’t paying attention,” He retorted as he reached up to take his cap off before slipping it onto your head, “Hold this for me. I don’t play well with it on.”

“I don’t want your sweaty hat,” You protested as you attempted to take it off, but he kept his palm flat against the top of your head to keep it in place, “Nico!”

He didn’t give you a response before he jogged away, remnants of his laughter filtering in through your eyes as you stomped behind him. Nina and Luca both gave you teasing smirks when you caught up to them, but you ignored them as you crossed your arms against your chest and stood in line with everyone else. The girls, none of which had taken the time to introduce themselves, appointed Nico and Luca team captains, and they suggested they pick teams P.E. style.

Luca took his sister first, of course, given the fact that she used to play volleyball, and he always picked the two of you first when he could. You were in the middle of mouthing your regret to Nina when Nico called your name, shocking you and his siblings. You stood there frozen for a fleeting moment, not sure that he had actually said your name until he repeated himself and tacked on an annoying comment about you needing to get your hearing checked. It was harder to ignore the daggers being thrown your way now, and a small part of you felt like Nico was doing it on purpose.

“Why did you pick me,” You harshly whisper once you were standing next to him, “You were just telling me how much you thought I sucked and you know I’m always on Nina’s team, so why?”

He didn’t give you an answer, only shrugging in response before he began to plan out which girl he was going to pull over next. While Luca was discussing with his sister who to pick, you felt a gentle tap on your shoulder that tore your attention away from everyone else. You carefully peek over your shoulder, your eyes landing on a tanned, toned chest before they slide up to the stranger's face. He was cute in a conventionally attractive way. His brown hair mussed at the top of his head, his deep green eyes uncovered as they looked into your own, and his skin glistening from what you assume is a combination of ocean water and sweat.

Nico instantly noticed your focus shift to whoever was behind you, and his eyes were quick to follow yours, his voice trailing off after calling one of the girls over. A scowl forms on his face as he watches your face light up at the guy in front of you, but he stays silent. Instead, he moves his focus towards his siblings who were already looking at him like they knew something that he didn’t. He shook his head at the two of them before slightly stepping closer to you so that he could hear a bit better.

“Are you guys playing sandball,” The tallest one inquires with a thick, and what you’re assuming is local, accent, a small dimple indenting his cheek as he smiles down at you.

“We are,” You nod, your voice sweet and light, “Do you guys want to join?”

“We’d love to,” He smoothly lets out, “If it’s okay with your friends, of course. We don’t want to overstep.”

“It should be fine, but let me ask,” You purse your lips before turning towards everyone. You manage to catch Nico’s eye and he looks pissed, but you weren’t sure why, and you weren’t trying to find out either. “Is everyone okay if they join us? We’d have an even twelve players if they did.”

The girls were already eyeing the four guys behind you, and they were quick to shout their agreement before giggling amongst themselves. Luca and Nina indifferently shrugged their shoulders before they glanced at their younger brother beside you. Nico was staring off towards the water with his hand on his hip and the corners of his lips turned down in a subtle frown. You carefully kicked sand at his feet, raising your brows when he finally looked in your direction, but he gave you the same reaction that his siblings did. You momentarily narrow your eyes at his off-putting reaction, but you chose not to dwell on it for long.

“Well, boys,” You grinned, turning back to them, “Get in line! We’re picking teams now.”

As they slipped past you, the one that initially approached you let his hand slide on the lower part of your back as he whispered in your ear. “I hope we’re on the same team.”

Your face warms at his blatant flirting, and you give him a coy smile as he falls in line with the others. You had no intention of taking down his number, or even remembering his name, but a little flirtatious fun never hurt anyone. Maybe it would get the brunette girl standing on the other side of Nico to stop staring at you like she was trying to make you explode with her mind.

Once the teams were divided up, and Mr. Green Eyes ended up not being on yours, the six of you gathered in a circle to dish out positions. One of the nicer girls kept bringing her hand up to shield her face from the sun as Nico talked, so you silently slipped your sunglasses off your face and handed them to her. You politely waved her off as she mumbled a quiet thank you, ignoring the teasing look Nico threw at you as you adjusted his hat on your head. You knew it was his smug way of saying ‘You’re welcome’, but you didn’t fall into his trap. Not this time.

Finally, everyone seemed to have their responsibilities locked down before finding their positions on your side of the net. Standing directly in front of you was Nina, who playfully pointed to you and then to the ground before getting into her position. You shook your head in amusement as you leaned forward, watching as Luca tossed the ball in the air a few times before hitting it over the net and the game finally began.

It was getting competitive, to say the least. Both sides were evenly matched, and it was putting everyone on edge. Harsh tones were being used on teammates, petty insults were being hurled at the opposing team, and it was starting to stress you out. No matter what you did, it was seemingly the wrong thing even if you were able to get the ball over the net. Nico kept yelling at you to focus, the girl that had it out for you kept making snide comments about your coordination or your speed, and you were simply ready for it to be over.

Mr. Green Eyes was in charge of serving this round, and you kept your eyes trained on him as he rolled the ball between his hands before he hit the ball and sent it sailing towards you. You did what you knew you were supposed to do and called out the ball as yours, telling everyone that you were going to hit it back over, but you never got to it. Just as you were about to make contact, something, or rather someone, collided with your side and sent you stumbling backwards. You slammed into the chest of the person behind you, who just so happened to be Nico, and sent the both of you flying into the sand with startled yells.

“What the hell,” You heard Nina shout, quickly followed by Luca’s attempt to keep things calm before they escalated into something unnecessary.

“Fuck,” You winced as you squeezed your eyes shut in pain, disregarding the fact that Nico’s hands were on your waist and lighting your skin on fire under his touch.

“Are you okay,” Nico’s voice rumbles against your back, “Can you move?”

“Yeah, I can move,” You spit out, though your anger isn’t truly directed at him for once.

With Nina arguing in the background, you shift your hips off of Nico and make the move to sit up, but the feeling of something sharply tugging on your hair only drags you back down to his chest. He lets out a startled grunt as you bring your hand up to your head, fumbling around until you feel the cool metal of Nico’s chain tangled in the loose strands of hair at the nape of your neck.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You were already angry and overstimulated from everything that had just happened, but to make everything even worse, you’d managed to get the most sensitive pieces of hair wrapped up in Nico’s stupid necklace. Typically, you weren’t one to cry when things got too frustrating, but that might change today as tears burned your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Nico attempted to calm you down, his voice quiet and steady, “I’m going to sit us up, okay?”

With your nod of approval, he wraps one of his arms around your waist and uses his other to push the two of you up into a sitting position. You’re slotted between his thighs and leaning your head against his shoulder now, making no point to move as your gaze darts around the sand court. The girls were walking away now, and the guys that had joined you were nowhere to be seen. It was just the Hischier’s and you all over again.

“You should have let me,” Nina complained, throwing her hands in the air as the two of them approached you, “She deserved it.”

“I’m just not too keen on bailing you out of jail,” Luca shook his head before letting his gaze fall on the scene in front of him, his brows raising cheekily, “What are you two doing?”

“Nico’s chain is stuck in my hair,” You flatly pointed out, tilting your head to the side so they can see the reason you’re currently pressed up against their baby brother.

Nina and Luca crouch down beside you, gently taking the chain in their fingers as they closely inspect it to come up with a plan to free you. You have to bite back the occasional hiss when they pull too hard, choosing to slightly dig your nails into Nico’s thigh instead. The three of them fall silent behind you, and you know they’re doing that weird silent communication thing that you hate.

“Hey,” Nico nervously calls out your name, “Have I told you I loved you today?”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” You snap, trying to keep your head in one spot in order to not pull on your hair.

“We’re going to have to cut your hair,” Nina’s face appeared in front of you, her tone weary and eyes nervous, “Just the part that’s in the necklace! It’s not a lot, but none of us can undo it. Unless you want me to yank it out, but I don’t think that’s a good idea since the chain’s so fragile.”

You knew you had no choice, so you let out a defeated sigh in agreement before the two of them left to see if they could find any scissors. Letting yourself fall back against Nico, you sat there in silence and tried to convince yourself that the warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest was merely a product of the sun beating down on you. It had absolutely nothing to do with the man behind you. Nothing at all.

“I’m sorry,” Nico says, cutting through the uncomfortable silence around you. He has to keep his gaze on the small building behind the net because the second he looked down, his eyes were immediately drawn to your chest, and having you between his legs was hard enough for him. He was barely keeping it cool.

“It’s not your fault,” You grumble as you slightly wiggle your hips so that you’re more comfortable. Nico takes a sharp breath from behind you, but you ignore it to say, “Well, technically it was. She pushed me because she wanted you and for some reason thought I was a threat.”

“Yeah, well, I didn’t take a direct hit to the head from Mr. Board Shorts on accident either,” He retaliated with a certain edge to his tone that you weren’t familiar with. It almost sounded like he was jealous, but you weren’t naive enough to let yourself think that.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the hilarity of it all; The two of you being targeted by people who were interested in the other. Not only did you and Nico have no interest in each other, at least that’s what you told yourself, but the two of you were now literally stuck together and everyone else had gone without another word. Though, if you were being honest, you were grateful that the guy didn’t make another pass at you, and you were even more grateful that Nina had ran the girl off.

You told yourself it was because she would only cause more trouble and you didn’t want to deal with that on vacation, but it was becoming increasingly harder to convince yourself that was the only reason.

It wasn’t long until Luca came back and was able to carefully free your hair from its temporary prison. You quickly scrambled to your feet, letting out a sigh of relief as you dramatically stretched out your limbs. When you bent over to touch your toes, you heard the sound of someone being slapped on the chest followed by one of the boys laughing, but you didn’t bother to figure out what had happened or who it was. You simply wanted to go back to your chair and soak up as much sun as you could before dinner.

“You know,” Nina drawls as the four of you make your way back to your spot, “Why didn’t he just take his necklace off?”

Her words make your steps falter and your breath catch in your throat, sending you into a brief fit of coughs before you were able to recompose yourself. She had a good point, and the fact that the idea hadn’t even passed your mind once during the entire ordeal was odd. It was a simple solution, and the most obvious one, so why didn’t you think of it?

“Listen,” She tries again, a light hint of amusement to her voice, “If you and Nico are a thing, I support you both. We’ve all been saying it’ll happen and it’s about ti–”

“No,” You loudly rushed out, heat rushing to your cheeks when you caught the attention of the two boys in front of you, “No, Nina. That isn’t happening. Ever. You know that.”

“If you say so,” She hums with a smug smirk making its way on her face, and you knew she didn’t believe you.

Hell, you weren’t even sure that you believed you.

Back at the hotel the four of you were staying at, you and Nina were getting ready for dinner with music softly playing in the background. The restaurant you were going to wasn’t necessarily fancy, but you still found yourself putting extra emphasis in your appearance. You made sure that every part of your hair was in place, that your lashes were perfect, and your lips had just the right amount of lip gloss on them. For no particular reason whatsoever, of course.

“I probably won’t be back until late tonight,” Nina calls out over her shoulder as she opens the door to the balcony.

“And where will you be,” You turn to her, brow quirked and eyes swimming with curiosity.

“Do you remember JJ,” She bashfully asks, her cheeks reddening when you let out an excited gasp, “He’s here on vacation with his friends and asked if I wanted to see him, and I said yes.”

You jumped to your feet as a shrill squeal echoed throughout the room, “Shut up! I knew you liked him!”

“Stop,” She playfully whines, throwing her head back for emphasis, “We’re just going to go down to the beach and talk.”

“Is talk code for fu-”

Nina was quick to cover your mouth with her hands, her eyes wide and face flushed at your teasing. She didn’t want her nosy brothers, who resided in the adjoining room, to get wind of what she had planned because, knowing them, they would find any way they could to interfere with her meetup. Once you quieted down, you begged her for more information, which she happily gave you until Luca opened the shared door to tell the two of you that it was time to go.

You and Nina shouted your understanding at him before you quickly slipped your sandals on your feet and grabbed your small purse that was on the dresser, right next to Nico’s hat. Stepping into the boy's room, you saw Luca seated on the edge of his bed scrolling on his phone, and Nico was, you assumed, in the bathroom. While Nina took the spot next to her brother, you took the few steps to the mirror that was hung on the wall to give your appearance a once over.

“Are they done yet,” Nico groaned as he pulled the door open, but he froze in his spot when he finds you standing in front of him.

Blood rushes to Nico’s head the second he lays eyes on you, a blue sundress hugging your body in all the right ways, and it was like he was a teenager seeing you in a bathing suit for the first time all over again. He catches your eye in the mirror, breath catching in his throat when he notices your raised brows, and the slight blush to your cheeks. Everything he had felt for you all these years was beginning to bubble to the surface, the threat of it all boiling over increasing with each minute he spent around you, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out. Especially not with you looking like that.

“What? Have you never seen a girl in a dress before,” You goad, swallowing the lump of nerves in your throat to poke fun at him.

“Oh, I’ve seen plenty,” He quickly recovers, not missing the way your face briefly twists in anger at his insinuation.

“Okay,” Luca interjects, shaking his head in amusement as he rises to his feet, “We’re leaving before you two get into it or we’ll be here all night.”

The restaurant was only a fifteen minute walk, and, fortunately for everyone, it was a nice enough evening that no one complained. You walked beside Nina, talking amongst yourselves about what you wanted to do for the rest of the trip, and the boys walked ahead talking about their upcoming training sessions. Small moments like this meant the most to you because they reminded you that no matter what they did or where they went off to, the four of you could always fall back into the same routines when you were together.

After the hostess guided you to your table, Nina and Luca were quick to take the seats on one side of the table, forcing you and Nico to sit next to each other. It was a tactic you were both used to, so neither of you paid them any mind as you fell into the chair. However, what you were not used to, was Nico slinging his arm across the back of your chair and slightly scooting closer to you. You were giving him a pointed look, mouth dropped open to ask him what the hell he was doing, but the sound of a familiar voice smothered your chances.

“Hey guys,” Mr. Green Eyes beams, now clad in a work uniform with a name tag that says ‘Ruben’.

You slyly bumped Nico’s arm off your chair before you leaned forward, meeting his gaze with a soft smile, “Hey! Nice to see you again.”

“Back at you,” He lightly laughs, his eyes quickly flitting down to your chest and back up again, “What are you guys drinking?”

When Ruben walked off, you glanced at Nico who had a scowl on his face as he fiddled with the end of the armrest. You choose to leave him to himself, not entirely sure what you’d even say considering the two of you had never had that kind of relationship, and fell into conversation with the two across from you.

By the time dinner was over, Nico’s mood hadn’t improved in the slightest. In fact, it seemingly worsened with each flirtatious look, or lingering comment that Ruben had thrown your way. His siblings tried getting him to lighten up, to enjoy the dinner rather than stew in whatever was going on in his head, but their efforts were fruitless. He was too far gone, and the only person who could drag him back was someone who rarely wanted anything to do with him. At least, that’s what he thought.

Nina waited half an hour after getting back to the hotel to set out on her secret date with the promise that she would give you every detail when she got back, leaving you alone with only the muffled sound of the TV on the other side of the wall filling the room. You scrolled on your phone for a while, answering messages you hadn’t gotten to throughout the day, and sending your mom pictures of your trip so far. Movement on the balcony caught your eye, forcing your attention away from your phone in an attempt to figure out which Hischier it was.

You saw Nico through the breaks in the curtain as he grasped at the railing of the balcony, and you could tell that something was bothering him based on the way his shoulders were nearly at his ears. With your phone discarded on your bed, you debated with yourself on whether or not you should go outside. While you weren’t particularly close with Nico, you do care about him, and you were slowly starting to accept that you cared far more than you thought you did. Before you were able to talk yourself out of it, you were climbing off the bed and making your way outside.

“Hey,” You hesitantly called out, nerves clawing at every inch of your skin as you stepped through the door.

“Hey,” He responds, not bothering to mask the surprise in his voice as he turns around so he’s fully facing you. He was still wearing the thin button-up shirt, but the sleeves were now pushed up his forearm and the first couple of buttons were undone. It was a simple look, one of disarray and disorder, but it was making it hard for you to focus. “Where’s Nina?”

“She’s out,” You shrug, avoiding eye contact with him before quickly deflecting back to him, “Are you okay?”

Nico raises his brows at the way you quickly maneuver the situation away from his sister, but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he takes you in from head to toe, drinking in the way you look under the soft lights still clad in your sundress from dinner. The thoughts, the images, that were passing through his mind were far from pure, and it was taking every ounce of willpower he had to keep it all tucked away. Nico had always taken pride in his self-control, but he was beginning to crack under the pressure that was you, and he knew it was only a matter of time before it caved in on him.

“Nico,” You tried again, throat drying as he stood there in silence, “Are you okay? Where’s Luca?”

“He’s asleep,” He waved off, forcing him to look away from you before he continued, “I’m okay. I’m surprised you’re not off with Romeo somewhere.”

Romeo? Who the hell was he talking about? You hadn’t even met a— Oh.

“Are you talking about Ruben,” You prodded, taking a few steps closer so that you were less than a foot away from him, “Why would I be with him?”

“You two seemed pretty into each other,” His attempt to appear nonchalant was failing miserably. His jaw was clenched, his stare hard, and pointed at the wall behind you. Even a baby would be able to tell that he was bothered.

“I mean, he’s cute, yeah,” You shrugged, absentmindedly toying with the neckline of your dress, “But I don’t have any plans to actually see him. It’s just harmless flirting, something I’m sure he does with all the tourists.”

“Are you su—,” Nico falters when he lets his gaze fall on you and his focus is pulled to your chest, but he promptly regroups, “Are you sure? You seemed pretty invested at dinner.”

“Why do you care,” You rush out before he’s even finished speaking, slowly growing frustrated, “You've never cared before, so why do you care now? Do you guys think he’s a bad guy and you don’t want to tell me? No one said anything about beach girl flirting with you.”

“We didn’t have to sit through an entire dinner of that,” He snaps, regretting his tone as soon as it came out. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before saying, “By the way, she gave me your sunglasses back. They’re on the desk.”

You visibly stiffened at his casual release of information, but you try to appear cool and collected as you ask, “When did you see her? Did you give her your room number or something?”

The idea alone made you physically nauseous. It makes your skin crawl with undeniable jealousy that you have no right to. Nico wasn’t your boyfriend, he wasn’t your anything, but the thought of him being hers felt wrong.

“No, I saw her when I was walking around before dinner,” He shakes his head, his gaze flitting across your face. The corners of his mouth twitched when he noticed the storm of emotions brewing in your eyes, and he felt that much closer to getting you to admit it. To admit that you were just as jealous as he was because you wanted him as badly as he wanted you. “Why does it matter if she has my room number?”

“Why does it matter that Ruben was flirting with me,” You press, tilting your head as you peer up at him. The way Nico had been acting mirrored your own behavior, a glaring fact you had been brushing off in fear that it was your mind playing into your growing fantasy, but not even you could ignore the way he was looking at you right now.

His brown eyes bore into your own almost tauntingly, as if he was trying to lure you into something you’d both been trying to fight off for far too long. The desire to close the gap between the two of you, to kiss him with everything you had, was becoming almost painful, but you weren’t ready to take the leap. Not unless he jumped first.

“It doesn’t,” He gruffly lets out, pushing himself off the railing so he’s standing at his full stature as he further closes the gap between you, “Unless you wanted more from him, then it matters.”

“What if I did,” You snark, testing him to see just how far you could go until he bent.

His gaze darkens as your empty words echo around him, his jaw ticking before a smug smirk works its way on his face and he says, “Say it like you mean it, and I might believe you.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Was I not convincing enough,” You jeer, “Why don’t I just go back and find Ruben then? He said he gets off work at ten, I think I can make it in time to catch him.”

You cockily spin on your heels to storm back inside, but you barely take two steps before Nico’s hand wraps around your wrist and he’s roughly tugging you back towards him. Your hands instinctively come out to brace you, grasping at his chest as you let out a startled grunt. The material of his shirt was cool under your sweaty palms, blood pounding in your ears and nerves sparking from being so close to him. It was dizzying. It was exhilarating.

Through a shaky breath, you let your eyes trail up his chest and to his face, meeting his intense gaze as his chest heaves under your touch. Time seems to still around you, the sounds of vacation goers and local laughter fading until it was just the two of you. Standing on the balcony. Waiting to see who was finally going to dive headfirst into whatever it was between you.

Nico jumped first.

His hands flew to cradle your jaw as he surges forward, slamming his lips on your own in the kind of kiss that was desperate, urgent and demanding for more. Your hands balled his shirt in your palms as you kissed him back with every ounce of desire you had in you, your tongue slipping into his mouth to deepen the kiss. Everything you had been suppressing, everything you had been denying to yourself for God knows how long was coming apart at the seams, pouring out of you as your mouth moved against his.

He breathlessly pulls away from you, his hand grasping your own as he hastily drags you back into your room and shuts the door behind him. He perches himself on the edge of your bed before guiding you onto his lap, your dress scrunching around your hips as you straddle his thighs. His hands roamed down to your waist, his gaze briefly softening when he met yours as if he was silently asking you if this was still okay. You respond by kissing him. Hard.

Your hands find their way to his hair, fingers grasping at the roots as he kisses you with a sense of possessiveness you didn’t know he was capable of. He was taking over in every sense, his mouth dominating your own, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your hips as he grinds you down against him, and you let him. It shocked you, how willing you were to surrender yourself to him, but you didn’t care. You were drunk on the feeling of his mouth against yours, and that was all you wanted to think about.

“You looked,” His lips fell to your jaw, “Amazing,” Down to your neck, “Tonight.”

“I kno–,” You cut yourself off with a breathy moan as he sucked at the sensitive skin, “You thought so. You kept looking at my boobs.”

It was hard not to,” His deep voice vibrates against you, sending a shiver down your back, “It’s always hard not to. I know you look at me, too.”

“Yeah, I do,” You whimper when you feel his teeth slightly bite down, “You know you’re attractive. Girls look at you all the time.”

“I don’t care about them,” He shamelessly admits between kisses to your neck, “I only notice you.”

Your stomach flips, your heart skipped a beat, your knees felt weak, your mind went hazy... You felt every cliche emotion they talk about in books wash over you while Nico’s words rang in your ears. He only notices you. You tried to search for a fault in his admission, but you couldn’t. You weren’t able to think of a single time in the last few years that he truly appeared interested in a girl when you were around, and you couldn’t remember any times that you felt genuine interest in any guys when he was. It was always meaningless flirting because you’d always been too preoccupied with pushing his buttons, but maybe it had been more than that.

Hell, there was no maybe about it. You can’t lie to yourself. Not anymore.

“Nico,” You utter, placing your hands on his shoulders to carefully push him away so that he was looking at you, “What do you mean?”

You knew what you wanted him to mean, but you needed to hear him say it. It wasn’t real until he said it out loud.

“Is it not obvious,” He nervously chuckles, “I’m in love with my sister’s best friend.”

“Oh,” You feign a defeated sigh as you glance at the wall behind him, “I won’t tell Fran about this, then.”

“Ha ha,” Nico deadpans, squeezing your hips to gain your attention again, “Very funny, but you know what I mean. I hope.”

“Wait,” You suddenly freeze, panic flooding your veins as your head spins with reality, “Oh my god. Nina! She’s going to be so pissed at me. I just made out with her baby brother and almost–”

“Hey,” Nico’s voice smothers your own, your name delicately slipping through his lips as his thumbs rub circles on your skin, “It’s okay. I’m pretty sure she was the first person to find out how I feel about you, and she’s okay with it. She did tell me if I broke your heart, she’d hit me with my own hockey stick.”

“Are you sure,” You ask earnestly, trying to steady your breathing and calm your heart. Though with Nico still pressed between your legs, that’s nearly impossible.

“Yes,” He affirms, gaze soft yet firm, letting you know that he was being sincere, “I’m sure. She hasn’t stopped asking me when I was going to tell you how I feel since she’s known.”

Slowly, you feel yourself getting further away from the ledge of potentially losing your best friend, but the longer you think about it, you realize Nico was right. For the last couple of summers, Nina had been throwing purposeful comments or making calculated moves in regards to her brother, but you’d been too wrapped in convincing yourself you didn’t like him to notice. She knew you better than you knew yourself at times, and it seems that your feelings for the man beneath you were no exception. No matter how much you tried to deny it or kept it hidden, she saw right through it all.

She was simply waiting for you to accept it on your own terms, but what was wrong with a little subtle help?

“I do,” You thickly swallow after a lapse of silence, your fingers absentmindedly toying with his hair, “Know what you mean, by the way. I’m going to be honest, I don’t know if I’m in love with you, because that’s a pretty big jump for me and it’s terrifying, but I might be. I do like you a lot, probably a lot more than I thought was possible, and I’d like to see where this can go. If you would want that.”

“I get it,” He reassures you, sensing the slight shift in tension, “I didn’t expect you to say it back, I just wanted you to know. I know it’s confusing because we’ve spent so much time ‘hating’ each other, but I want nothing more than to see where this takes us.”

You meant it when you said it was terrifying, but if there was one thing you knew about life, it was that sometimes the scariest beginnings can have the most beautiful endings. Things with Nico were going to be different and you were likely going to put your limits to the test with his hectic life, but you were willing to figure it all out with him. You were willing to take the leap as long as he went with you.

Though, for now? For now, you wanted to kiss him until your lips were swollen and you could barely breathe, and you did just that. The two of you spent who knows how long tangled together, kissing each other with the kind of desperation and fervent need that required locked doors and warning texts sent out to Nina. Each time your lips met acted as a promise, a silent vow that this was only the tip of the iceberg and there was so much more to come.

It wasn’t until you saw remnants of the sunset filtering in through the cracks in the curtain that the two of you reluctantly relaxed. Nico’s arms were tightly wrapped around you, almost as if he was afraid you wouldn’t be there when he woke up, and you finally let yourself drift off into sleep feeling more excited about the future than you ever had before.

It turns out, everyone had been right all along. It was never a matter of if you were going to end up with Nico. It was always a matter of when.

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #abby writes 💻

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theemporium · 3 months ago

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dad!nico with baby’s first christmas

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽i have put this in the nico and honey world, but it is nico's first christmas with the twins before he met honey!

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“You look like you’re about to cry.”

Nico lifted his head, blinking slowly as it took him a few moments before he realised it was Nina standing at the doorway. “I am not.”

“I never said it was a bad thing,” Nina assured him as she wandered further into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. “Just pointing out how it is.”

Nico nodded, turning his gaze back towards the crib. “They were getting a little fussy,” he told her. “I wanted to settle them down before anyone else woke up.”

“You should go back to sleep too,” Nina commented, coming to stand beside him. “It’s four in the morning.”

“Can’t,” Nico answered simply.

Nina shifted her attention away from her brother and instead towards the two sleeping babies. “Their first Christmas,” she whispered with a soft smile on her face. “Your first Christmas as a dad.”

“I know,” he muttered, sounding a little breathless. “I’m a dad.”

Nina placed her hand on his back. “How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted, turning to look at his older sister. The glossy sheen of tears on his eyes were more noticeable now and he didn’t bother trying to hide it from her. “I don’t think it’s really hit me until now.”

“It’s the same as every other Christmas,” she assured him before her lips twitched upwards. “Just two cute additions.”

He huffed out a laugh. “They are really cute.”

“Hischier genes,” Nina said proudly.

“I know they won’t remember it but I want their first Christmas to be perfect,” Nico confessed, reaching out to gently stroke his thumb against Otto’s cheek. “They deserve a perfect Christmas.”

“We will make it perfect,” Nina assured him, leaning against his shoulder with a smile on her face when she noticed the way Otto turned his head into his father’s touch. “They love you so much.”

“I love them,” Nico confessed, his voice heavy and thick with more emotions than he could even name. “God, they are so perfect.”

“Come on,” Nina kept her voice low as she tapped his back. “Let’s get some coffee and then we can wait for the twins and the others to wake up. Get everything ready for the perfect Christmas morning.”

“Thank you,” Nico murmured, because he didn’t know what he would do without his family. Especially the last few months.

“You have a support system behind you,” Nina reminded him. “Don’t forget that. We love the twins too.”

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FAKE IT ‘TILL YOU MAKE IT, game plan:

➴ chapter warnings: none <3

➴ word count: 1.5k

💌 from me to you: and here’s the first chapter of fake it ‘till you make it! posting this sooner than expected in honor of last night’s game. can you guys believe we have nico hischier as our captain? how lucky are we? anyways! i hope you all like this! (the posting schedule will be just like TYPA, every other day!) ♡

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WHEN YOU tell people that being friends with a hot, young NHL player isn’t at all that great, all they do is look at you like you’re batshit crazy, and give you one hundred and fifty four arguments trying to make you, someone who’s been friends with a guy who’s been a NHL star player for the past few years, see how wrong you are.

You love Nico Hischier. You really do. You met him when you were just eighteen, being friends with his sister, Nina, and immediately locking in with Nico. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving man you have ever met in your life, and now that you’re twenty-three, almost twenty-four, you can see how rare men like Nico are.

But now that he’s a famous player, captain of an entire team and known for being one of the hottest men in the NHL, you sure feel like you’re paying a high price for being in his life.

Not in a bad way, though. It just sucks to see the amount of women throwing themselves at his feet, and what sucks even more, is knowing that he won’t even blink an eye at them because he’s head over heels for Nora Ellis, a crazy girl he met two years ago at a party.

Nora is beautiful, you’ll give him that. And usually, you wouldn’t be upset with him having a crush. In fact, you and Nina are always encouraging him to engage in new relationships and meet new people, so that he isn’t only worried about his job.

Nora. She’s the most beautiful black woman you have ever seen. She’s intelligent, she’s funny and she knows things about Hockey like no one else— being the daughter of one of the most talented coaches in the NHL does that to you, you guess.

The only problem with Nora Ellis is the fact that she only cares for men who are in a relationship.

Married or dating, she doesn’t care. Her only goal is to make them give up on their partner to be with her, and once she gets tired of them, she finds another mission to busy herself with.

Nico doesn’t seem to notice that. To be fair, no one really does. She can be very subtle and discreet, and the only reason why you caught up on that in the first place is because every party you go to, you try to blend yourself with the walls, so you don’t get too much attention on yourself.

Nico always tells you to stay by his side and mingle with his friends, but by the end of the night, you’re always sitting near the bathroom door, with a drink in your hands, watching the party unfold with attentive eyes.

And turns out that a lot can happen in the bathroom of a party full of NHL players and Nora Ellis.

So you know she’s not good for him. You’ve tried to talk him out of it more times than you can actually recall, but it’s a dead end. Nico’s in love with her, and has been for two years now. He won’t give up on her unless something really drastic happens, but since Nora is really good at what she does— destroying relationships for fun—, nothing will ever rise to the surface.

“She’s so… pretty,” Nico sighs, sitting on the couch beside you, making you sigh and put your book down, not forgetting to mark the page you were in. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to bother you.”

You smile, touching his cheek, watching with awe as his dimples appear. “It’s fine, Dimples.”

He rolls his eyes as he always does when you call him that, and continues.

“You’re the only one who still listens to me ramble about Nora,” he pouts. “Nina said that if I talk about her one more time, she’ll fly to Newark and personally destroy my phone so I can’t call her anymore.”

You laugh loudly, perfectly picturing Nina saying that.

“And Luca?” you ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Luca just says I need to move on.”

“Well, he’s always been more patient than Nina, that’s for sure,” you nod, placing your book on Nico’s coffee table and bringing your knees close to your chest, resting your head on them. “But… he’s not wrong, y’know?”

Nico gives you the puppy eyes, as he always does whenever someone mentions that he should get over Nora, and you sigh again.

Seeing him like this sucked in every way. And you’ve tried everything— get him on dating apps, blind dates, normal dates, pointing at a pretty girl at a party, literally everything.

And still, he’s not budging.

“I wish she would just look at me. I’m handsome, right?” He looks at you, brown eyes filled with despair.

You spend some seconds analyzing him, as you often liked to do. His brown, hazelnut eyes that shined bright everyday, his hair that’s now a little bit longer than usual, his legs and arms which are absolutely huge— when did he get that big anyway?— and his perfect, charming smile and dimples.

“Emma?”

“O-oh, yeah, you’re… fine, I guess,” you shrug, trying to hide the fact that you were checking him out. Weird. “It’s not about you, Nico, I’ve said that before.”

“Okay, but why won’t she pay attention to me, then?”

Because you don’t have a girlfriend, is what you want to say.

Wait.

“Oh my God!” you jump in your seat, scaring Nico who lets out a loud scream and jumps out of the couch with you.

“What the— Emma.” He puts his hands on his hips, trying to look scary, but you brush him off.

“I know how to make her fall in love with you,” you smile, walking around in circles, trying to organize your thoughts inside your head. Nico. Nora. She thinks she’s in love. Nico’s happy. They get together. She’ll leave him after three months or so. Nico’s sad. But! Nico’s moved on. “God, how did I not think of that before?”

“What are you talking about—”

“We have to date.”

Nico stares at you like you’re crazy, his eyes big and confused. He opens his mouth a few times, probably trying to think of something to say, before closing it and inhaling the air.

You wait for him to say something, but when it’s obvious that he won’t, you continue:

“I know it sounds crazy, and I know what you must be thinking, but hear me out,” you step closer, looking up at him. “Girls sometimes don’t pay attention to guys because… well, because they can’t really see them. Like, for example: there’s this one guy in my office which I don’t care about, he’s just my coworker and nothing else.”

“What does this have to do with—” you put your index finger over his lips, shushing him.

“Wait,” you say. “So, he’s there and he isn’t anything. Until, one night, I had a dream that he’s dating me. And suddenly, I wake up and go to work, and I can’t see him the same way I did before. I start noticing how nice his hair is or how tall he is. Do you understand it now?”

Nico smiles, scratching his forehead with his finger.

“No, Emma. That doesn’t even make sense.”

You snort. “Because you’re a man. But trust me on this one, Nico. The second Nora sees you with someone else, she will notice you.”

Mostly because she’s a whore, but we’ll keep that to ourselves for a while.

“Do you have… like… a crush on me or something?” His face is now red and he gets closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder while he looks like he’s trying to comfort you. “Is that why you want to do this?”

“What— No, what the hell!” you can feel your face getting warm and you step away from him. “No, I don’t have a c-crush on you. I just can’t stand you talking about her anymore. I’m your friend, so I will help you.”

Nico sighs, relieved it seems, still looking unsure.

“You don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to,” you say, closing your eyes for a few seconds. “I know it sounds crazy and I know you probably think I’m trying to get something here but in reality—”

“I’ll do it.”

“What?!” you can’t hide your surprise, almost shouting with how loud you spoke.

He smiles, sitting back on the couch, spreading his thighs and stretching his arms. “I mean, you’re never wrong about these love related things. You did get my sister an amazing boyfriend and you did manage to convince my brother to ask that girl out, and now they’re married. So it’s probably my turn to accept your love advice and shit, right?”

You’re starting to feel bad about this whole thing, because you know Nora will probably break his heart in thousands of little pieces, but what else can you do?

It’s the perfect plan, you think to yourself. It’s flawless, and it will work.

“I try my best,” you give him a half-smile, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “But you have to promise me something.”

Nico nods. “Anything.”

“If this doesn’t work out, then you'll move on.”

“Emma—”

“It’s not healthy for you to be thristing over someone for this much time,” you sit on the couch next to him and place your hand on his shoulder, giving it a little squeeze. “We will fight, and we will fight hard, but if there’s no results in three months, and I’m being generous, we’ll move on. Okay?”

Nico stared at his hands, biting his lips before looking at you again.

“Okay.”

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