#owen power x reader

[uluvjay]

Post game celebrations- O. Power

Owen power x fem! Reader

In which you make sure Owen properly celebrates once he gets home

Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(USE PROTECTION), oral(m receiving), cursing, kissing, dirty talk, porn with a small plot

“Baby?” Owen called as he stepped into your shared apartment.

“Living room!” You called out the the boy.

He walked in to find you seated on the couch, one of his shirts covering your frame.

“You did so good tonight” you smiled up at him, grabbing his hand to pull him down next to you on the couch.

You sadly hadn’t been able to attend the game due to work but had gotten home just in time to watch him score the game winning goal.

“Thank you” he blushed, leaning down to pull you into a kiss.

Owen had meant for it to be a sweet ‘I missed you today’ kiss but he could help the groan that escaped him when your hands pushed him back into the soft cushions and your thighs slotted over his.

“M’ so proud of you O” you whispered, lips beginning a trail down his throat.

However you were stopped by the collar of his dress shirt, “is it okay if I take this off?” You breathed into his ear.

“Mhm” he quickly nodded.

A smirk broke out on your face as your fingers began to work open the expensive shirt, fingers moving slowly taking your sweat time with each button.

“So pretty” you praised as your lips pressed against the now exposed skin, causing a sharp intake of breath from the man below you.

You continued your way down his body, lips pressing against the pale skin of his abdomen as you slowly sunk to the floor between his spread legs.

“Baby you don’t have to” he spoke

“I want to, you deserve it Owen” you replied to the boy before your hands made their way to his belt, fingers hastily working to get it undone.

“Shit” he breathed as you freed his aching cock from the confinement of his boxers.

A deep moan broke from Owen’s throat at the feeling of your cold hand wrapping around the base of his cock.

His back arched as your tongue finally made contact with his tip, slowly moving around the angry red skin in little kitten licks.

Slowly you moved your head down, slight gags escaping as you did your best to take him all the way down your throat.

Shivers ran through Owen’s body as you hallowed your cheeks, bobbing your head as your hands worked what you couldn’t fit.

“Baby-fuck” he cried, head thrown back onto the cushion behind him allowing you to see his pretty neck.

Pulling off from his cock with a loud pop Owen finally got a clear view of your entire face, tears streaming over your cheeks, lips swollen and covered in spit, cheeks flushed and hot.

“God you’re so pretty” he groaned, locking a hand into your hair and pulling you up to his lips.

“Owen, I wanted to take of you” your whimpered as he completely pulled your body back onto the couch.

“I know but I can’t take it anymore, need to fuck you” he was practically aching to get inside of you.

Completely stripped of his left over clothing the boy slotted himself between your thighs, pushing up his shirt that swallowed your body to reveal your little lacy underwear you’d put on just for him.

“All for me?” He smirked

“All for you O, always you”

Owen pulled your panties down your legs before lifting one over his shoulder, running his dripping head through your folds.

“Shit” you cried at the feeling of him pressing into you.

A shared moan filled the air as he bottomed out, he stayed unmoving for a moment, allowing you to get adjusted to his length.

“Fuck Owen, move please.” You begged, hands moving up to his bare back.

With a hand gripping the leg that rested over his shoulder and one placed next to your head Owen began moving in fast thrusts.

Sounds of slapping skin and pathetic whimpers filled the small living room, the springs of the couch squeaking from his movements.

“So tight” he groaned into your neck, his lips moving along your sticky skin.

He could feel your walls already beginning to clench around him, your breath picking up at every thrust his hips made.

“Oh-Owen! I’m getting close” you gasped, nails ranking down his back; no doubt leaving raw scratches at the skin.

“I know, c’mon baby. Come for me” he encouraged.

The moan that escaped your throat at the feeling of his thump coming in contact with your clit was downright pornographic, walls somehow tightening around him even more.

“I-shit. M’ Coming O” you cried as you felt the knot that had formed in your tummy breaking, sobs filling the room as your body shook under his large one.

“Such a good girl, I’m almost there baby” he growled, the feeling of your orgasm bringing him closer to his.

Owen’s thrusts became sloppy and desperate as he chased the high he so desperately needed, soft grunts and groans escaping him as he felt him self slipping.

“I’m coming” he cried as his large body stilled on top of yours, a shiver running down his spine as the euphoric feeling took over his body.

“Fuck” he groaned as he let himself rest against your body.

He nuzzled into your neck as your fingers began running through his dark locks.

“Good celebration?” You giggled.

“The best, thank you baby”

-

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[ilyasorokinn]

so i think a lot abt this and the one reader i think could execute it greatly is u so could i get a owen power x female reader where they both are really big leafs fans (cause mississauga) so they go to a game together for a nice date night and it’s all cute. i seriously think going to a game with o would be the best. ty!

HOCKEY GIRL

whoever sent this in, i love you (this was sent in like last year... i know, i have a problem).

as much as owen loved playing hockey, he loved watching it even more. and even more so, he loved watching it with you.

it would have been a sin to the city of toronto if you weren't a leafs fan. your family were big hockey watchers, so you were always dragged to hockey games and had grown to love the sport.

so, a love of hockey was something you and owen shared. and with the sabres not clinching the playoffs, you and owen flew home to spend the off-season with family and couldn't pass up an opportunity to watch a leafs game.

before you even got into scotiabank, there was a mini meet-and-greet with little kids who recognized owen (who wouldn't?). after taking the pictures, he quickly put on a hat, hoping it would help him blend in but being as tall as he was, you knew it probably wouldn't work.

when you finally got inside, you split up to get snacks and drinks. while you got drinks, he would get snacks. you were surprised when you got to your seats to find owen not there already. the line for drinks was pretty long, so you expected him to get there sooner than you.

while you waited, you took in the atmosphere. while you loved the sabres and loved being in buffalo, nothing would ever hit the way scotiabank did.

when owen finally showed up, he looked flustered and disheveled, "whoa, you okay?" you chuckled, taking a sip of your drink as he sat down and let out a big sigh in relief.

"this hat isn't working." he sighed, "i got recognized and roped into taking like a million pictures."

"you can say no, you know." you reminded him.

"yeah, but they are all kids." you smiled at that, handing him his drink and chuckling when he took a big gulp.

you could hear people murmuring when the area around you started filling up. you were also sitting at the end of the row, so people started to recognize him. they were kind enough not to ask for pictures and you could tell owen was relieved.

another reason owen loved watching hockey with you was because you really got into it. to your core, you were a hockey girl. you loved it. so, every so often, he would glance over at you and couldn't help but smile when he saw how into it you were.

he pulled out his phone when the ref skated to the center of the ice ready to announce the call, wanting to film your reaction, "no, what the hell?" you groaned with the rest of the crowd when the ref made a call. you looked over at him and laughed when you saw he was recording, "stop." you pushed the camera down so it was pointed at the floor.

"you're cute." he teased, ending the video. you narrowed your eyes at him, knowing it would end up on his story.

but owen, much like you to his core, was a hockey boy. he loved watching it too. so, as revenge, you took your phone out, knowing you would catch a crazy reaction from him at some point.

and you were right. you managed to catch the moment the leafs got a goal on camera. owen, with the rest of the arena, jumped to his feet and cheered. he jumped up and down, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you and cheering.

the rest of the game went smoothly but at the end, your phone was dinging. you thought it was just people laughing at the story you posted or the one owen posted of you, but you were surprised to find people sending you videos from twitter and instagram.

you clicked on the video and were surprised to see you and owen in the video. you weren't as inconspicuous as you thought. sportnets and the nhl accounts had found you in the sea of leafs fans.

"there was a speical guest in the crowd tonight." one of the sportscasters announced as the video of you and owen in the audience at the game was shown, "owen power was spotted at tonight's leafs game. clearly with the sabres season over, he's home for the off-season." the video continued but all you could pay attention to was the video of you and owen.

in the video, he had an arm around your shoulders and his ear was at the level with you mouth. you were talking into his ear, telling him something, you had forgotten that point. but whatever you said made him crack up. you were watching him, a smile on your face as you watched him laugh.

you showed owen the video and he had the same reaction as you, "we're cute."

"we are." you gave him a high-five before he shifted the car gears. he reached over and held your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

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[mattatouilletkachuk]

Hello love! Can you do 22. " My mum asked about you again. " with Owen Power 🥹 thank you!

Owen bby doesn’t get enough attention

Days like today were one of your favorites. Owen was back from morning skate and you had off of work and together the two of you sat quietly on his couch. You let your fingers run through his long hair and made sure to scratch his scalp just as you knew he liked.

The two of you had been together for almost a year but with the routine you both fell into and how comfortable you felt around him, it felt like longer.

You weren't very focused on what was playing on the television. You much preferred paying attention to the way Owen was basically nuzzling into your hand. He, himself, was tapping away on his phone every few seconds.

“Would you ever come home to Mississauga with me during the next off-season?” His question broke the comfortable silence. The way he said it though, sounded as though he had been thinking about it for a while.

Your fingers stilled in his hair and you looked down at the boy whose head was in your lap. He looked sheepishly but you couldn’t help but smile. Neither of you had met the other parents. You told your family occasionally about the hockey player you met in Buffalo but not much, you wanted this relationship to be just yours and you were afraid that if you shared that with your parents and siblings then they would find a way to get involved.

You had no idea what Owen told his siblings or parents about you or your relationship and, truthfully, you were hesitant to ask. If he hadn’t said anything and you were the only gushing about your boyfriend then maybe he didn’t think it was as serious. Maybe he just saw you as a friend who he liked to have fun with in bed.

Asking you to visit his hometown, though. He must have been as in about the relationship as you are.

“Would your parents be okay with you bringing a random girl home?” You asked, trying not to let the giddiness or nervousness slip out. “I mean, it would be during the off-season, wouldn’t they want to see just their little boy.”

Owen snorted and sat up so he could look at you better.

“My mom keeps asking when I’ll introduce you to her.” Owen said, “I think it’s about time but if you don’t want to I understand.”

“You’re mom asked to meet me?” Your voice was quiet but you started to get excited and a little shy at the idea of his mom asking specifically about you.

You had never met the woman but from all that Owen talked about her, you knew she was important. You were frightened that if you met them all and somehow messed it up Owen might never talk to you again. After all, it hadn’t even been a year, how easy would it be for him to wash his hands of you?

“Oh, yeah, on the phone last night my mom asked about you again.”

You were about to say something until you ran his words through your mind again. His mom asked about you again. How often did he tell her about you? Your hesitancy went away after that and was replaced with a warm feeling in your chest.

You smiled at Owen as you teasingly said to him, “You talk to your mom about me?”

Owen smiled back but his reply was earnest when he said, “All of the time, baby.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from leaning over and stretching up to kiss him softly on the lips.

“Let’s go to Mississauga over the off-season,” you mumbled quietly, with your lips still slightly grazing his. You could feel his grin as he kissed you again, “I wanna meet your family too.”

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

World Cup Bound

Two Canadian kids attend the University of Michigan for athletics. What happens next?

Owen Power x soccer player!reader

Face claim: Jayde Rivière (Canadian national team & Man United womens team player, graduated from Michigan)

Ynkicksballs

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Ynkicksballs who wore it better? Excited to wear the leaf for the WWC and having a blast here in Aus!🇦🇺 #itsgotime #teamcanada #gdaymate 

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C_sinc12 you

Janinebeckie4 you! Miss you

Ynkicksballs we’re missing you😢 get better soon 🫶

Poulin you

CanadaSoccer you! You rock the red & white!

Stephlabbe you

Lhughes_06 you

Umichwsoccer you

Umichhockey sorry big dog but y/n

Brendanbrisson you

Nblanks you

Owenpower_ gee thanks guys

Owenpower_ also babe you cut off 90% of my jersey that don't seem fair

Kentjohnson13 Owen

Ynkicksballs coughs *liar* 

Kentjohnson13 😑

Manutdwomen That’s our forward!!

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Owenpower_ you may have won an Olympic Gold, but you said yes when I asked you out so I think I won the better prize. Happy birthday my love and good luck today! 

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Ynkicksballs Ow🥹 l love you so much

Owenpower_ I wish I was able to describe how much I love you ❤️ 

Ynkicksballs Next year you'll be adding a World Cup to that sentence

juliagrosso Thats right baby!!

Fan26 good luck today y/n!!

Jimmylambert Kick Americas ass!! 

Nolan_moyle that’s not nice?

Fan93 isn’t her birthday tomorrow?

Fan88 not in Australia 

Umichwsoccer go y/n go y/n!

Sabres we’re cheering you on from buffalo!!

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Ynkicksballs ‘date night’ he says. Let’s play basketball he says at over 6 feet when I’m 5’4. Oh look who’s at the door randomly he says

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Owenpower_ wasn’t it still a fun night thought?

Ynkicksballs would’ve preferred it without the third wheel but yes

Kentjohnson he invited me!

Ynkicksballs to pick something up! Not to stay

Mackie.samo but who won the basketball game?

Ynkicksballs me duh. I may be short but I’m still the superior athlete 

Owenpower_ you kept kicking me in the shins until I gave in

Ynkicksballs so?

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Ynkicksballs second day of sophomore year, some guy ran into me in the athletics building and needed help finding a room. We kept bumping into each other until he finally asked me out and 3 years later we're both living out our childhood dreams. Happy anniversary O, love you big (🐶)

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Owenpower_ I love doing life with you❤️

Ynkicksballs no one I’d rather do this shit with

Brendanbrisson he talked about nothing but you for weeks

Owenpower_ you were just jealous I’d met her before you (she wouldn’t go for you anyway)

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Fan46 so cute!!

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Jacobtruscott his sewer game got infinitely better because of you

Owenpower_ lots of keepy uppies were practiced

Kentjohnson keepy uppies is a fun word

Ynkicksballs you’re a very simple man Kent

HockeyCanada Mr & mrs canada

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Xx

[bordysbae]

1. "you're my tutor? absolutely not." with OP please!!!

“it’s a date”

owen power x reader

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY

— ୨୧ —

math. the subject that you hate, and apparently also hates you just as much. the C- that’s sitting in the grade book is haunting you. so, you do the best thing possible. and that’s ask your professor if he’s aware of any math tutors. he sends you the number of one of his students, but forgets to tell you just exactly who the person is.

as you walk into the library, that’s where you see the douchebag hockey player, owen power. you’ve spoken to him a few times, but never have they been very pleasant conversations. he stole your nice pen from you, he’s always begging you for a piece of paper, and he’s also almost always chuckling with his friend in class. owen and his friend sit a couple rows behind you, and they’re such a bother. sure, you can move seats easily, but you mentally claimed that one at the start of the semester. you also refuse to give him the pleasure of seeing you move seats.

“you’re my tutor? absolutely not,” you scoff and turn on your heel, but suddenly a large hand finds it’s way upon your shoulder. you turn around, and see owen towering over you. his brown eyes are looking down at you through the glass lenses resting upon his nasal bridge.

“woah, what was that all about?” owen chuckles slightly.

“no offense, owen, but you’re not really my favorite person. i don’t really want you to see how bad i am at math and laugh in my face with your idiot friends, so i’m just gonna find someone else to tutor me. thanks though,” you falsely smile. you turn around again, leaving owen utterly shocked.

“y/n hold on!” he shouts, immediately realizing he’s in the library after he does so. you turn around and look up at the boy once again.

“yes owen?” you groan.

“just give me a chance please? i hardly even know you, so let me prove to you i’m not this douchebag you think i am,” he smiles hopefully.

you realize what’s on the line here, and agree. you’re only doing this because your grade needs to rise, and definitely not because you have a soft spot for boys with glasses.

you sit across from him at the table, and tell him about the assignments you need help with. before you even realize it, an hour passes by, and owen’s actually a really good tutor. you’re actually starting to understand, so you both decide to take a break for a few minutes. you look up from your scratch paper, and that’s when you see owen already looking at you. “still think i’m such a douche?” he teasingly asks.

you roll your eyes, “no. but you better not go report back to your friends how dumb i am then go and hold it against me,” you say pointing a finger at him.

he lets out a laugh, “i won’t don’t worry. but you’re not even dumb, y/n. you’re learning so quickly i’m impressed. i don’t even think we need a second session, but i wouldn’t mind one,” he shyly says while fidgeting with his fingers.

your eyes widen, “w-what? did you just- ask me out?” you stutter, very taken back by his words.

“um yeah, is that okay? you can say no, it’s just that i’ve thought you were really cute for awhile now,” he nervously smiles.

“of course i’ll go out with you owen. and i’m sorry for assuming you were some asshole hockey player,” you chuckle.

“well how about on saturday i pick you up and we get coffee? maybe then i can return your pen that i stole, and prove i’m not the stereotypical hockey guy,” he cheesily grins.

you gasp at his words, “you still have that pen?! and you remembered?!”

“i was actually planning on giving it back to you the next time we had class, but i totally forgot. it’s been sitting on my desk ever since,” he says with a bashful blush on his cheeks.

“well then, i guess you’ll have to give me it on saturday. it’s a date.”

[powermakar]

You Don't Need Your Glasses for This -Owen Power

Author's note: Well I need to drown in holy water. Also I listed all of the songs I listened to while writing/proof reading so here they are in order:

So it Goes... -Taylor Swift

I'm Yours (sped up) -Isabel LaRosa

Sex Money Feelings Die (slowed version)- Lykke Li

Paris -Taylor Swift

Summary: Smut, lots of smut. Oh, and some after care.

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: Glasses kink, praise kink, daddy kink?, overstimulation, pictures during sex, cum play?, every other smut warning basically.

Keep Your Glasses On (part one)

 Owen did not have a hat trick or a multi-point game but there wasn’t any special occasion needed for this. You didn’t need a reason to have sex with your boyfriend after one of his home games. The same thing happens at least twice a week: Owen comes home to you in lingerie and his jersey, sprawled out on your bed and you two fuck for a little before you both fall asleep. But tonight that is all going to change. 

Before Owen gets home you find your vibrator and your favorite pair of panties. You lay on your bed, spreading your legs out, putting the vibrator against your clit, and begin to play with your hardening nipples. You hear the front door to the apartment open, but that only makes you turn up the speed of your vibrator and you cry out, “fuck Owen, fuck, that feels so good,”.  You know he walked into the bedroom because you can feel your skin heat up but you continue to ignore him. “Fuck I think I might squirt,” you moan.

“Ok, that’s enough from you, you little slut. So fucking needy for me that you can even keep your hands off yourself,” Owen says pulling the vibrator off of you. You just moan in protest and slip your hand down to play with your pussy. You make eye contact and bite your lip when you move your panties to the side and push two fingers into your cunt. “Y/n what did I say? Such a slut that you can’t stop fantasizing about me fucking you,” Owen exclaims roughly pulling your fingers out of your hole and licking them clean. 

“Owen,” you groan at the sight. 

“Yes, babe?” Owen asks, smirking. He puts one hand in your hair and pulls you close to a kiss. “I’m going to fuck you so hard tonight,” he says before latching on to one of your nipples. Owen toys with your left nipple while gently biting and squeezing your right tit. 

“Mmm Owen please,” you moan as you start to thrust your hips against his thigh. Owen just hums in response as he moves to your neck to leave a few hickeys, here and there. When he finally releases your neck you look down to look at the mess he made on you. You pull on your nipples a little more before it was your turn to make Owen speechless. “How about that picture now?” you smirk.

All Owen does is stare at you in shock. “Are you sure babe? I don’t want you to feel like you have to,” he says looking at you. 

“I’m sure Owen”. With that, he walks over to one of your dressers and pulls out your old Polaroid camera from high school. You just give him a questionable look. 

“I want to have an actual copy that I can look at when I’m on the road” 

“Owen just hurry up and take the pictures so you can fuck me,” you whine. 

He takes a few pictures before he says, “Play with that pretty pussy for me”. This time you slip three fingers into your hole while you use your thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back to

make your tit show a little more as well. As soon as you see the flash go off you quickly pull your fingers out and spread your wetness across your stomach. 

“Babe when I die, bury me with this picture. I almost came while taking this,” Owen whines, showing you the picture. And well, it is a sight to see. 

“Just fuck me already O, make me scream your name”

Owen slides your panties down your legs and dives into your cunt, with his glasses on may I add. He is sucking on your clit and fingering you with three of his large, calloused fingers. You intertwine your fingers in his hair and push on his head to get him closer to your pussy. You are basically screaming at this point and you pray that your neighbors won’t mind all this commotion. 

“Jeez y/n, are you trying to suffocate me with your pussy?” Owen laughs. You just moan in response when he curls his fingers up to touch your G-spot. You quickly pull Owen’s fingers out, and he looks at you in concern, but not after you yell out his name, squirting your sweet juices all over his fingers. “Holy hell y/n, I didn’t think you had it in you!” Owen exclaims. 

“Let me suck your dick,” you say, already unbuckling his belt. 

“Anything after that,” he moans. You go down to your knees and spit on his big cock, pumping it before you lick the tip of it. Owen guides you as you take more of his cock, and soon enough you are deepthroating the whole thing. 

“Yeah, you like that, y/n? My huge cock down your throat while you try not to cry from pleasure, huh? You're going to drink every last drop of my cum when I spill into the back of your throat?” Owen says running his thumb along your open mouth. You nod eagerly, and that's when you feel Owen’s cum hit the back of your throat. He pulls you up by your hair, into a kiss before he tells you to lay down on your bed. 

Owen spreads your legs out and slowly lines up his cock into your hole. He grabs onto your hips and plunges into you harshly. All you can do is moan loudly and run your nails down his back. Owen continues to fuck you this way until he reaches down to your clit to help chase your second orgasm. He flips you around so your back is against him, holding you close. 

Owen nips on your neck and whispers, “Such a good girl for me, taking daddy’s cock so well”. With that, you are sent over the edge to your third orgasm. He pounds into you, continuing to whisper sweet words of encouragement. All you can do to respond is whimper and moan. 

With his large 6’6” frame Owen is able to pin you to the wall while he continues you fuck you. “You are going to be a good girl and you are going to take all of Daddy’s cum in your sweet little pussy, ok?” Owen says against your lips. You just nod, as you are unable to form any coherent

words. Owen grabs you chin forcing you to face him and says, “You are going to look me in the fucking eyes and tell me that exactly”. 

Your leg buckles but Owen keeps you up straight. You manage to say, “I am going to be a good girl and I am going to take all of Daddy’s cum in my sweet little pussy”. It's funny how you thought your own words would never be able to push you over the edge, but here you are, orgasming for the fourth time. You also feel Owen’s warm cum fill your hole up. 

“Stay right here, I am going to take another picture,” Owen says. He gets up to get the camera and you hear a drop of his cum hit the floor and you shudder at the sound. He takes a picture of your pussy and the mess right underneath you. Owen throws the camera onto your bed and drops down to his knees. 

Before he can do anything you say, “Hold on, you don't need your glasses for this”. He smirks and throws his glasses somewhere and begins to eat you out. You orgasm instantly as you are so overstimulated. Tears prick your eyes from the pleasure and Owen notices immediately. 

“Fuck y/n, was that too much?” he asks, worried. 

“No, no, it was good, it's just that I think that I’m too overstimulated. I feel like if my thighs even touch together, I’ll cum again.” Owen just laughs at that. “Owen, why are you laughing right now! It’s too much,” you cry. 

Owen shows genuine concern when he looks at you again. “Ok, I’m sorry love, I’ll get everything cleaned up”. Owen comes back with a washcloth but he begins to clean the floor up. 

“What the hell is wrong with you Owen Power?” you say. 

“Calm down, I’m running a bath for you,” Owen responds. He picks you up bridal style and carries you into the bathroom. He gets dressed and kneels down, next to the tub. “I’m really sorry if that was too much for you y/n,” he says, washing you gently. 

“It was fun, but maybe we can turn it down a notch. Maybe next time I can be in control,” you giggle. 

“Maybe, but let’s get you to bed,” Owen says once he sees you yawn. 

“I really love you O” 

“I love you y/n” is the last thing you remember before you drift off to sleep in Owner's arms.

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Baking Shows - O.Power

“ And I’m kissing you, lying in my room. Holding you until you fall asleep. And it’s just as good as I knew it would be. Stay with me, I don’t want you to leave. “

- K, cigarettes after sex

There is a lot of things to love about your 6’6, gentle giant hockey player boyfriend.

He is lovable, kind, funny. The list goes on and on. Owen is your best friend. What you love the most out of it all is that he lets you choose what you watch on TV. He doesn’t fuzz over it, as long as you’re cuddled up to his side with your head on his chest or running your fingers through his hair he’s content.

Mindlessly drawing circles on the bare skin peeking out between your pant leg and socks, finger tips calloused from years of playing hockey and working out in gyms.

You take a peek at Owen from the corner of your eye, his attention solely on the competitive baking show you started earlier. It was a guilty pleasure of yours, you loved baking and do a lot of it whenever you’re stressed or sad about something. Something Owen actually complains about because his diet restricts him from eating anything of it so he feels like you’re tempting him on the daily with cookies, cakes and cupcakes lining the kitchen counters of your apartment in periods.

But he actually loves watching the reality shows with you. It’s an unspoken deal between the two of you, every free day Owen has from practice, games or other obligations like hanging out with your friends. You watch baking shows.

“Are you even watching the show or is my face funnier?” Blushing a deep shade of red you open and close your mouth like a fish. Trying to find a witty response at your boyfriend catching you staring shamelessly. A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips, and Owen gulps loudly at the mischievous glint in your eye. “Your face is kinda funny now that I think about it.” Owens eyes grow wide as he gaps at your answer.

“Take that back! You love my face.” Wrapping his arms around your upper body Owen tackles you down on the sofa. Giggles and your screeches at him that his large body if suffocating you echoes inside the room. The tv show only a buzz in the background at this point. Both of you to engrossed in each other and the wrestling match going on.

When you finally get out the words ‘I give up’ between giggles Owen sits up, a proud look on his features that he beat you. Even if it was an unfair match due to the noticeable size difference. He leans down, soft kisses pressed on your lips as he strokes stray hairs out of your forehead.

Locks of his brown hair tickles your cheek as it hangs like a curtain around you. Owens hazel eyes looking down at you with so much love you feel like your chest might burst. Three years together and he looks at you the same way he did when you first started dating and you think you hope he’ll always look at you in that way. Because you know you will forever love Owen Power and follow him wherever his career takes him.

“I love you so much squeeze.” Owen nuzzles his nose against yours and you smile. A smile full of love and happiness. “I love you too stink, but I love that you watch reality tv with me even more.”

[darkeralmond]

Stay, Stay, Stay

Owen Power x Reader

song: stay stay stay - taylor swift

synopsis: after the sabres lose the game, owen is really upset and you two get in an argument. the next morning, you apologize to owen

warnings: angst, fluff, arguing

word count: 942

a/n: this is shorter than my usual ones, but i love red tv and i wanna start making more fics with taylor swift songs and more fics abt nhl players

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The Sabres lost the game due to an overtime shot. Your heart sank as you listened to the loud buzzer pierced through the intense air, knowing it was over. You watched as Owen got off the ice, throwing his stick in anger.

You left your seat and walked straight out of the arena. You waited a bit outside the locker room while staring at your nails. Finally, you heard the door fly open and saw an angry Owen with his duffel bag.

It was obvious to you that he had been crying over the loss. “Baby,” you frowned as you went up to him. Your hand moved on its own, cupping one side of his face, rubbing circles there.

He didn’t say anything when you touched his cheek, just looked away from you. “Hey… you played amazing.” It wasn’t often he would cry, but when he did, it shattered your heart.

He shook his head, pushing your hand away from him. “It’s whatever,” he huffed, walking away from you. It hurt so much to see him like this. He bottled up all his emotions to prove that he was tough, which meant he would break constantly.

You hurried after him, catching up to him before you could lose him again. “No, baby, it isn’t,” you argued, grabbing his arm lightly.

He froze immediately and turned around, eyes flashing in anger. “Leave me , Y/N. I don’t want to hear what you have to say right now, I’m pissed. The team was losing, that’s all. And the guys were being assholes.”

You lowered your eyebrows, your jaw slightly clenching. “I wasn’t the one who beat you, you don’t have to get angry with me.”

Owen frowned, realizing how this had been affecting you. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, but you weren’t done yet.

“You always act so distant every time you guys lose,” you argued. “It’s not my fault! I don’t know why you treat me like it was. How am I supposed to love someone who doesn't care about me?”

His hands curled into fists at his sides. “Y/N…you know that’s not true. I… I care about you. I love you,” he told you sincerely, putting his palm to your cheek. You pushed him away just like he had before. He sighed, “Let’s just go home and just… talk to me when you calm down.”

He unlocked his car and got in the driver’s seat. You watched as he did so, your demeanor shifting from angry to heartbroken seeing him like this. With trembling fingers you climbed into the passenger's seat next to him.

The argument continued through the night, causing you to lose sleep. It was now morning and you were laying in your bed, staring at the wall as you recapped what happened the night before. You and your boyfriend of 2 years almost broke up the previous night.

You had thrown your phone at him in a fit of rage and you even forced him to sleep on the couch. You felt tears prickle your eyes as the look on his face replayed in your head, the look of despondent on his face.

You knew what you needed to do, you needed to resolve the argument. You got out of bed and opened up the bedroom door, you saw him sitting on the couch with a blank expression on his face.

The bags under his eyes were heavy, proving that you weren’t the only one who lost sleep over the argument. He looked up at you, taking a deep breath in.

You knew what he was expecting. He was expecting you to break up with him. It broke your heart to see him like this. You sighed, “We should talk about it.”

He got up from the couch and went into his hockey duffel bag, pulling out his helmet and throwing it on his head. “Okay, let’s talk.”

A small smile slipped on your face as you approached him. You took the helmet off his head and sighed. “I want you to stay,” you confessed. His eyes became glossy as his eyebrows slightly raised. “I’ve been loving you for quite some time… and I know no one else is gonna love me when I’m mad.”

Tears escaped from the corner of your eyes as you pressed your lips together in a tight line. He placed his hands on the side of your arms, gently rubbing them. “I think that it’s best if we both stay,” you sobbed.

“Oh, honey.” He pulled you into a tight hug, your arms quickly wrapping around him as you sobbed into his chest. “Of course I’ll stay. I always will.” You looked up at him, a small smile forming on your face as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

You closed your eyes, feeling yourself being pulled in a sense of safety. His scent washed over you as you melted into his embrace.

You let go of him, wiping away some of your tears before letting out a giggle. He grabbed your hand and led you over to the couch. “I’m so used to dating douchebags who take all their problems out on me.” You sat down next to him, his arm snaking around you. “But you carry my groceries and now I’m always laughing,” you said. “That’s why I want you to stay.”

Owen glanced down at your lips again and sighed. “Y/N, I love you because you have given me no choice but to stay.”

Your cheeks turned a light pink as you buried your face in his shoulder. You held onto his shirt, not wanting to lose contact.

[ryeriy]

tis the season

warnings: fluff

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a/n: I had a late start to my 31DOH but here is what was supposed to be October 1st

"God this is heavy!" I said while dragging the heavy toat across the floor labeled with the word Halloween on top of it. I had time to spare today since Buffalo has a pre-season game today at home. He'll be back in a few hours. Owen was playing in the game so I turned on the TV to watch while decorating. Tomorrow's October 1st so I decided to get the fall decorating done. Owen says I'm crazy for decorating this early but it's never too early. I have always had a passion for Halloween and fall. "Let's get this sorted out," I said while dragging the that into the living room. I lifted the lid off of the toat to see all the Halloween decorations I had collected over time.

I started taking out and going through the decorations I wanted and didn't want to put up around the house. I started setting up cute fake pumpkins on the coffee table, TV stand, and a few shelves. I found a few photo frames that were Halloween-themed. My hands reached up on the wall to grab the photos we had hanging on the wall. The pictures were of the two of us, us with our family, and or friends. I replaced the frames of the photos with the themed ones, putting the old ones back in the toat I had opened.

I took a break to watch the second period of the game. I didn't notice how fast twenty minutes went by until I stared at the TV watching hockey. Laughing to myself as I don't usually watch tons of TV. I saw Owen making some really good plays and I was happy to see that. I like watching him play it's not only entertaining it's fun. I feel so supportive even if he doesn't know I'm watching him sometimes. Intermission was over and the third period started and that's when I decided to start decorating again.

Dragging the toat into the kitchen. It wasn't that heavy anymore since I took out some stuff but still wasn't light. Searching through the toat I found fridge magnets. They must have been from a long time ago because I don't remember these at all. They were skeletons, bats, and jack-o-lanterns. Really cute magnets so I put those on the fridge. Our fridge has a ton of stuff on it so we could use those. After putting those up I searched for any other decorations I wanted to use. The last few things I decided to use were some candles, mugs, and cups. Those didn't take long to set up at all.

I gathered all the things I didn't use and put them back into the toat. Then I took the toat back into the basement where I got it from. The house looked so nice and festive now. When I came upstairs and into the living room, where I left my phone I saw the game had ended. I got a text notification on my from Owen.

hey, the game ended and I'll be home soon :)

sounds good :))

I replied to him. I was changing the channel trying to find something good to watch and eventually just put on reruns of Grey's Anatomy that was on. I wasn't paying attention as much to the TV as I was also on my phone. Scrolling through my Instagram feed when I heard the sound of keys unlocking the front door. I walked over to the front door to Greer Owen, knowing it was him. When the door opened I saw him standing with coffee from Tim Hortons. Both of our faces smiling when we saw each other. I opened the door for him and he walked in. "Wow, you already decorated for Halloween?" He said while putting the two coffees on the kitchen counter as he looked at the decorations. "You should know that I do my decorating early," I say while laughing.

"Well, I'm glad the house is decorated for a holiday that's in a month." He says while chuckling and I just smiled at him. "Oh stop," I say jokingly. "Okay fine then, I'll drink your coffee the-" I cut him off before he could finish what he was saying. "No!"

"I'm just messing with you." He says. "Here you go." He said while handing me my coffee. "You know me so well," I said while kissing him on the cheek. "Is that pumpkin I smell?" Owen questioned. "I told you I decorated," I said while laughing softly. "You should know it's pumpkin season," I said. "You're just so adorable." He says while kissing me on the head.

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Lhughes_06 happy bday sorry we couldn’t celebrate together this year see you soon ❤️

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User9 all realness Luke her post was better 🫤

G.brindley4 Happy birthday to my two favorite people

Nolan_moyle Quite the caption Luke

Jacob_truscott20 Definitely put his heart and soul into it

Y/n.Hughes See you soon Lukeyyyy ❤️

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User7 Expected nothing more from you

owenpower_ Party hard for her

Lhughes_06 I’ll leave that up to Jack

Seamuscasey26 twin powers are peaked rn

_Alexturcotte Baby Hughes’ are finally 20

User8 Y’all are really two different people

Jackhughes mermaid man and barnacle boy

Lhughes_06 batman and robin

Y/n.Hughes Mario and Luigi

_quinnhughes Donkey and Shrek

User0 🎊Happy birthday🎊

Mbeniers10 Short and sweet

User2 Happy birthday you two 🥰

Y/n.Hughes

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Y/n.Hughes Spent my first day being 20 with some of my best friends 🥳

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Jackhughes Happy birthday stinky

Y/n.Hughes Thanks smelly

User6 Happy birthday!!

Lhughes_06 but like I’m your best best friend right

Y/n.Hughes Behind Quinn

Lhughes_06 just say yes dude

Y/n.Hughes Yes you’re my best best friend

Edwards.73 The prettiest birthday girl

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_quinnhughes Big 2-0

User4 Wait who’s older you or Luke?🧐

Trevorzegras They grow up so fast 🥲

Markestapa Ran up the bill cause she knew she wasn’t paying

Y/n.Hughes It was Ethan’s fat ass not me

Edwards.73 you think my ass is fat

Dylanduke25 National Goat Day 🐐

User5 Happy birthday to the pretty Hughes

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[devilsandwings]

Part 4 Turcotte sister AU Masterlist

11/1/22

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yourusername: brother appreciation post because I love my brother so much… no other reason

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_alexturcotte: I love you too? What’s this for? —>yourusername: nothing 🙃

jackhughes: I’ve known you for how many years?? I’ve never seen you be nice to him… —>yourusername: What I’m not allowed to be nice to my favorite brother? —>jackhughes: no. You are not. —> mattboldy: Favorite??? Remember when you pushed him into a pool fully clothed because he “looked at you funny”?

fan: aww they’re so cuteee

_quinnhughes: What is happening —> trevorzegras: RETWEET! —> _quinnhughes: go away

fan: all the arguing in the comments 😭

trevorzegras: little Turc being nice to big Turc? —>yourusername: literally only 12 minutes younger than him. —> _alexturcotte: 12 WHOLE minutes

lhughes_06: This is very unsettling —> edwards.73: Yea bring back mean Y/N!! —> markestapa: MEAN Y/N! MEAN Y/N! 🐐

dylanduke25: a brother is a man or boy in relation to other sons and daughters of his parents

colecaufield: I’m expecting an announcement that will piss him off… —>yourusername: WILL YOU SHUSH. Never telling you anything again.

bsf2: 😍 ahooga —>yourusername: get THE FUCK away from my brother right now

owenpower_: I’m gone one summer and you change personalities?? —>yourusername: Yep! Lobotomy at Claire’s! 🧠

Thombordeleau: Idk what’s going on in Michigan since I left and I don’t wanna know… —>yourusername: come back ☹️ I need to practice French

brendan.brisson: Did you die and come back to life? Why are you being nice to him?

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_alexturcotte: So this is what that post was for 😐 WTF

bsf2: so now that you have a bf… —> yourusername: NO YOU CANNOT DATE ALEX GO AWAY —> trevorzegras: Can I date Alex? —> yourusername: I’d prefer if you didn’t

_alexturcotte: WHO IS HE?? DO I KNOW HIM? —>yourusername: no comment —> _alexturcotte: What.

trevorzegras: Who is he? 🔨 —> yourusername: I’ll tell you after I tell Quinner

rutgermcgroarty: Omg I thought we were gonna keep our relationship secret 🤭 —> yourusername: I’m gonna block you and don’t use that emoji anymore

mattboldy: only took him four years… —> yourusername: Matthew shush —> _alexturcotte: FOUR YEARS? Did he go to high school with us??? YOU TOLD MATT??

adamfantilli: when do I get to meet this man? —> yourusername: When he comes to play the red wings ig —>_alexturcotte: SO HE PLAYS HOCKEY 100%????

colecaufield: I know who he is! —> _alexturcotte: WHO TELL ME RN —> colecaufield: its me. We’ve been dating for seven years. She’s the love of my life —> _alexturcotte: just tell me who it is Cole

jackhughes: Well now I wanna know who this is —> yourusername: no, you’ll tell Alex

lhughes.06: still can’t believe HE bagged you —> yourusername: he is very nice TO ME ☹️

_owenpower: You guys are cute ig —> yourusername: thank you giraffe —> _alexturcotte: Why does HE know?? —> yourusername: We’re besties 😒

mbeniers10: Do I know him ???????? —> yourusername: not from college…. —>_alexturcotte: What does that mean WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

_quinnhughes: interesting

markestapa: Wait a minute… —> yourusername: He’s not a Wolverine calm down (nor was he) —> edwards.73: So he’s not in college anymore?? —> yourusername: nope

bsf1: stop messing w these poor boys 😭 —> yourusername: well one of them is lying… —> _alexturcotte: So he’s in the comments? —> yourusername: Maybeeee

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[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

I'm happy to announce I'm finally writing for my beloved Captain Elendil again!

An arranged marriage fic, taking place when Elendil is roughly Isildur's age.

Flight of the Sparrow

(part one) (part two)

3000 words!

EDIT: 5000 words!

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EDIT: Fic is complete at 14000 words!!

I may have to rewrite the ending because I am not fully happy with it...

Fic is complete and will be posted in two parts!

[letsgetrowdy43]

Chapter one— guilt-ridden

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"Your father and uncles are gonna come in here a ruin my peace and quiet" she mumbled to the six-month-old that rested against her chest. The loud slamming of car doors could be heard from inside the house, the baby quietly murmured to herself as she looked up longingly at the door. Anyone within a five-mile radius could feel the excitement radiating off of the boys, the adrenaline of winning was apparent, and very clearly displayed by the sound of their loud chatting from behind the front door.

"Honey we're home" Jay yelled out as he swung the door open, a wide smile on Philippe's face as pushed in front of the rest of the group, rushing to get his hands on his daughter before anyone else stole her from him. He reached the couch with a wide grin plastered on his lips as he ushered for his best friend to finally pass her over, taking the smiley baby from her mother's hands to hold her against his chest.

“My little lucky charm,” he said bouncing her lightly as she buried her face in his neck, drool covering his t-shirt as her little hands grasped the fabric. "Congrats on the win,” said the woman sitting on the couch, followed by a warm smile as he sat down on the couch next to her, a smile on his face as he lifted the baby up to place a kiss on her cheeks. “Thanks.”

Luca stood in front of the pair with his arms folded over his chest, "this is such bullshit, you always hog her" he pouted and made grabbing hands towards Phil who hugged Flo tighter against his chest. A scoff left Luca's mouth as he turned to the girl sitting to Phil’s left, a longing look on his face as the freshman silently prayed she would step-in in favour of him and make Phil hand the boy over. “It's almost like she's my daughter" Philippe sassed, looking over to the women who un-amusingly looked at him, ushering for him to give the baby to Luca.

Philippe finally passed the baby over to Luca who grinned and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen with her. “You guys played really good,” she smiled and fixed the damp curls falling in his face, “Flo and I watched the entire broadcast, I kinda miss going to the actual games though” She smiled and stood up from the couch to start decluttering the living room of baby essentials

“Is Nolan or the sophomores throwing a party tonight?” She questioned as she threw baby shoes and socks in his direction. “Yeah, but I’m not gonna go.” She frowned as he turned his head to finally look at her instead of the ceiling, “why not?” “I’m not gonna leave her and you alone all night while I’m out partying, I have responsibilities,” he grinned and picked up the teething ring from beside his thigh and shook it before placing it on the coffee table in the bin of other miscellaneous toys.

“You’re also a young adult in university, go have fun” she smiled, “I know you miss it, I know when you force me to go out and do things that I did before Flo I feel better,” she said, stopping her cleaning to sit on the edge of the coffee table to be face to face with him. “I don’t want to put everything on you all the time,” he looked over as she rolled her eyes at his very stupid response, “I already leave enough for hockey it’s not really fair to you” “When we decided to have her, we knew that you already had the team and the responsibilities that came with it, I don’t mind, what I mind is when all you do is play hockey, go to school, and be a dad. In order for you to be your best, you need a little social life” She poked him in the knee as he shook his head.

“I just don’t want you to resent being a father, so please for my sanity and my peace of mind go and be irresponsible” She frowned and pointed toward the group of boys who were goofing around with the baby. “I could never resent you, but I will go and drink enough for the both of us,” he said standing up off of the couch and placing a chaste kiss on her temple before heading to the group of men in the kitchen. “You bet your ass you will” She grinned and followed behind him.

“Now all of you out of my house, you all smell like hockey and it’s Little Miss' bedtime,” she said taking Florence from Grano who smiled and passed the child over, bidding his goodbyes and heading out of the kitchen to collect his things. The rest of them were still laughing along with the squealing baby, her hands clapping as she watched the grown men giggle along with her. “You heard the woman, out,” Philippe said clapping his hands and ushering the other guys out of the kitchen, childlike groans leaving their mouths as they were herded out of the kitchen.

“But I live here?” Eric said stopping in his tracks and going back into the kitchen with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. “You three are the exception babes,” the woman said looking at Steve, Jacob, and Eric who grinned and headed up to their rooms to get ready for their upcoming night out. “You heard the woman! Out!” Eric grinned and started bossing the other boys out of the house along with Philippe.

-❀-

“Why are you washing the baby in the sink?” Steve asked as he rummaged through the fridge for a beer. “She’s not in the sink, her baby tub is in the sink,” the woman said in a duh tone, as she motioned to the six-month-old with sudds in her hair making it look like she had a mohawk, “did your parents never wash you in the sink when you were little?” Steve just blinked at her for a sec while opening his beer before shaking his head. “Plus it hurts my back to bend over the actual tub, so unless you want to wash her you can stop with those judgemental eyes Steven” She bit back as the man stared at her with an amused smile.

Steve left the kitchen not wanting to hear any more mom rants from the girl, “Wait! Steve, can you grab me a towel for Flo?” She called out but was met with a freshly out of the shower Philippe holding up a towel. “You know me too well” She grinned and took the towel with little ducks littered all over it and wrapped their daughter in it. “You forget to grab one literally every time you wash her” he pokes as he takes the clean baby from her mom, a grin on his face as he looks at the baby who yawns into his neck.

She stood there for a second, watching as he bounced her and placed a kiss on his daughter's cheek, grinning at her tired expression. It was no secret that Philippe had become the greatest dad, he was so attentive and so careful with her, he was a dream. He’d been like that since the moment she was born, he never complained, never started arguments. If anyone handled the transition into parenthood in a less perfect way it was her. But something about their dynamic felt like it was on this ice, like any second, any wrong choice of words, any single small action and they would fall right through.

“I'm going to go and change her,” he said softly as she nodded back at him, draining the tub and starting to prepare her last bottle before she went to sleep.

Steve stood in the doorway with the towel she had called out for, “sorry I meant to yell out that I didn’t need it anymore” “You know he’s in love with you right?” She tensed and stared at him “I do” she shook her head and continued to portion out the formula for the bottle, “I just don't love him in that way” She shrugged and cringed as Steve shook his head and left the kitchen.

"You're a cruel woman" he joked as he yelled out at the bottom of the staircase.

A frown was plastered on her face as she finished the bottle and made her way upstairs to her and Florence’s room, Phil sitting on the edge of the bed with his daughter sprawled out on his chest, a new set of fuzzy pyjamas on her as she held his finger in her tiny hand. A soft smile worked its way onto his face as he felt the bed dip next to him, the weight of the baby being lifted off of his chest as she slipped Flo into her arms, the bottle pushed past her lips as she looked down to Phil.

“You look upset,” he said poking her in the thigh. She shook her head, “I'm just tired, ready to get this one into bed so I can get in bed as well” She shrugged and yawned, her free hand holding his as he continued to poke her thigh. “I don't have to go tonight, there will be plenty of parties for me to go to if you're not feeling okay,” he said softly, sitting up more so he could look over her shoulder at the baby’s whose eyes gently fluttered shut.

“I have a feeling she’s gonna be easy tonight, don't worry about me" She leaned up against his arm, cringing as she remember the conversation down in the kitchen, maybe she was really stringing him along, “I've got it under control”

He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, fingers gently drawing lines against her skin, “You’ve always got it,” she hummed a small word of appreciation before finally getting up to burp the baby.

-❀-

It didn’t take long to get Flo to bed or to wrestle Philippe out of the house and into the cab, but finally, she was left to her thoughts. Sat comfortably on the couch, some Adam Sandler movie that Jacob had been watching was still on the tv as she buried herself in throw blankets. She had sat down for barely ten minutes before she could hear crying once again, loud wails that made her heart clench as she retrieved her daughter and brought her to the couch to snuggle her as she watched movies.

Her pointer finger traced her daughter's facial features as little Flo blinked at the sensation, big blue eyes just like her father. The resemblance between Florence and her father was very minimal but was something that her mother couldn’t get over. A tiny little nose, and a soft smile that looked just like her dad's.

Her phone began to buzz, a picture of Blanks popping up on the screen as she reached the coffee table for it. “How’re my favourite girls doing?” Nick's voice could be heard on the other end, followed by a hello from Kent and Owen who were all together in Buffalo for a game the next day. “She’s a little fussy, and I'm doing okay,” the woman shrugged as she readjusted the baby on her chest so she could comfortably put the phone up to her ear. “You don't sound very okay,” Owen said taking the phone from Nick and walking over to the other side of the room, he loved a good therapy session. “I'm fine, just tired” He rolled his eyes a the obvious lie, sometimes it's like she forgot that they had spent two years of their lives practically living together.

“Where’s Phil?” “I made him go to a party,” she said nonchalantly, her hands now busying themselves with drawing circles on her daughter's back. Florence drooled all over her chest as she drifted off to sleep, the gentle drumming of her mother's heartbeat lulling her to sleep “You need to stop pushing him away when you need a break” Owen's voice grew concerned making her wince. “I just needed an empty house to clear my thoughts” she mumbled as she pressed pause of the tv show she had started.

“I’m just feeling very all over the place right now” Her words got caught in her throat, a dry laugh leaving her lips as she shook her head at the nonsense she was trying to spew. “How so?” He asked, his voice chillingly calm, her eyes grew teary as she heard Owen telling her to take her time. “I'm just wondering if I made a mistake by letting him be involved, he lost everything when I roped him in,” Owen scoffed and went to speak before she cut him off.

“Steve said something to me, something about Philippe being in love with me and I don't know I just feel guilty all the time about everything.” “Steve should mind his own business,” he said, pausing to push both Kent and Nick away from him so he could continue the conversation without their butting-in conversations.

“I mean we have a kid together, we act like a couple because he’s the father of my kid” she sniffled as Florence's little hands made fists and rested them upon her mom’s collarbone, “Pow I love him, like so much, but I don't think I will ever love him the way that he wants me too” “You don't have to,” you could hear his voice start to grow agitated, not at her, but at the guys, all of them knowing that this situation was fragile. They all knew better than to involve themselves in the new parent's relationship. “But everyone makes me feel like I have to, I love him, and I love that he gave me my daughter and that he’s here for us, but the idea of us being together isn’t something that I ever picture,” she choked out, a short groaned leaving her lips as her hand raked through her hair. “That's okay, fuck Steve and the rest of them, who you love and how you love them is up to you,” Owen said regaining his calm voice, a little reassurance that maybe she wants at fault for everything.

“I just feel bad cause I'm giving him mixed signals, and like I took his young adult life away from him so like I’ve fucked everything for him” She let out a sigh and clung Florence to her chest as she got up to grab a face cloth for her to rid her chin and neck of her drool. “No, you didn’t, and if anyone is saying that they are lying, Phil knows exactly what he’s gotten himself into, you gave him plenty of chances to leave and he didn’t,” It was true Philippe had multiple chances to get out before it was too late, even after she was born but he was still around, “Flo is his responsibility as well, and if anything this fatherhood thing has made him a much better person”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she readjusted herself on the couch, her baby cradled in her arms, “thanks, Owen” “Any time, next time one of the fuckers gives you a hard time or makes you upset let me know” he promised, semi-jokingly as he handed the phone back to Nick.

“Those fuckers should know better, I mean you’re a better person than most of those guys will ever be,” Nick said in a harsh tone, annoyance filling his senses, those boys had promised to make her life easier, to help and create peace, not complicate everything. “Don't say shit like that Blanks” she mumbled. “I'm serious, you are such a strong person, those dumbasses need to stop giving you a hard time” he sighed, knowing that they had no ill intent, they always mean well, they were just stupid at knowing when the time to intervene was.

“They’re just looking out for Philippe” she reasoned, she also knew that Steve’s and other comments that have been made in the past weren’t comments that were supposed to negatively affect her, they just wanted everyone happy. “Lapointe is a big boy, the can make his own decisions and handle his shit, and if he knew that the guys were helping him at your expense I don't think he’d appreciate it very much.”

A gentle knock on the front door startled her out of the conversation, “I’m gonna have to call you back Blanks someone is at the door,” she said warmly, drying the tears on her face as she readjusted the baby in her chest. “Sounds good, we are probably going to head out for drinks so we'll talk in a few days” he promised, as Bothe Kent and Owen in unison yelled out their goodbyes. “Okay, love you guys bye”

She quickly ran over to the door, hoping she didn’t keep the person on the otherwise waiting too long, she swung it opened it to see the very smiley sophomore clad in pyjamas and a smile, “oh, hey Mark” she whispered with a grin as she ushered for him to follow her into the house. “I promised I'd stop by after the game, but I got a little strung up with the trainers and coaches,” He shrugged with a smile before motioning for the woman to pass him over the baby.

“I heard that you're the most penalized player in the league now, Mr. Eighty-seven minutes,” she said giving him the baby and the drool-covered rag before collapsing down on the couch. “Yeah I'm a superstar” he shrugged. “You played well though, minus the penalties” She grinned and nodded at the baby who was now knocked out in his arms.

Flo always had such an easy time with Mark, he claimed it was because he was the first of the guys to hold her and the fact that he and Flo were best friends. The topic of him being the first beside her mother to ever hold her pissed off all the guys, especially Philippe, it was like twisting the knife in the already tender wound, the fact that he couldn’t make it to the birth, and then he wasn’t even the first to hold his baby.

“You made the cutest baby did you know that” Mark’s thumb ran over the fat on her cheeks, a sleepy smile on Flo’s face as she buried her face into his arm. “Why aren’t you at the party?” “wasn’t in the mood,” he said like the answer was obvious as if he wasn’t one of the biggest party personalities in the entire Umich student body.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Mark Estapa?” “Your Mark Estapa, that’s a bold term” he joked, watching as she rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant,” she jabbed him in the thigh with her foot, making a quiet gasp leave his lips, not wanting to wake up the sleeping baby.

“If you wondering why I'm not at the party it's because the prettiest girl that I've been waiting all day to see wasn’t there so there was no point in showing up” He smiled, looking from the baby up to her, a look of amusement on her face as she raised her brows “You’re such a flirt” “I never said I was talking about you, could have been talking about my littlest love right here” He motioned to the baby in his arms, his free hand pulling her pyjama top down to cover her stomach, his little heart pained to see that she was almost too big for her six-month-old clothes.

“I love that nickname” she mumbled, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for another smart-mouthed response from Mark. “Yeah? You want a similar one?” He shamelessly flirted, looking over at the red spread across both of the woman’s cheeks, “you’re blushing” he said leaning over her legs to run his thumb over the hot and flushed skin of her cheeks “That's true Mark, I am turning red, you’re flirting with me, it's expected,” she deadpanned.

“When are you gonna let me take you out?” He questioned, feigning for the moment that the girl would let her guard down and finally accept his advances. “When pigs fly” She grinned as his face dropped. “I could arrange for that to happen” he murmured to her, his hand raking through his hair and across his face to tame the lush on his cheeks, “you underestimate me”

“Mark I have a baby, and her father is your teammate.” “I'm fully aware of those two facts,” he said smartly pointing down aye the baby sitting in his arms, a grin on his face as she rolled her eyes at his statement.

“It wouldn’t work” She shook her hand and looked away from him, her facial muscles trying hard to not let a smile pull at her lips. “I'm gonna prove you wrong one of these days,” he says confidently, a toothy smile on his face as she watches her look back at him. “I’d like to see you try” she added before pressing unpause on her tv show, ignoring the stare and smile that came from the man

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this is poorly edited so please don't mind the spelling errors, I will get to the serious editing later

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Let’s do that hockey|| Jack Quinn

(None of the pictures are mine, I found them on Pinterest credits to the original owners)

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Good luck tonight boys!! Score goals and stuff. As they say in hockey, let’s do that hockey 🤪

Also should I be worried about Owen taking my boyfriend 🤨

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User1: LMAO NOT THE PICTURE OF OWEN AND PEYTON 💀

jeffskinner: Thank you for capturing all of my good sides 🤝

User2: The best photographer in the nhl 🤩

peytonkrebs: Y/N??

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peytonkrebs: what did I do to deserve that picture 😭

User3: idk if I want to be Owen or Jack 😏

jackquinn19: I would never leave you for Owen baby

owenpower_: that’s not you said last night 😏

jackquinn19: shhh 🤫

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User5: thank you for blessing us with these pictures 😫

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Yourusername: MY BOYFRIEND SCORED!! 🥳🥳

Good job on the win boys 👏👏 beyond proud of how you guys played today, and congrats to the love of my life for scoring a goal 🥰🥰

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jackquinn19: All thanks to you angel I love you so much ❤️

User7: y’all I was at the game tonight and Jack pointed at her after he scored it was so cute 😭

owenpower_: OUR boyfriend scored thank you very much

jackquinn19: all for you Owen 😘

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buffalosabers: Thanks to our good luck charm 😉

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