#paladin's 100 follower celly!

[paladin--strait]

Here Is the request as asked!

It was that Matt Rempe and the reader were in a long distance relationship, she flies over which he knows about. But she goes to watch one of his games, afterwards she walks into the locker room with a baggy jersey on and a mini skirt (obviously it has Remps name and number on the back).

How would he react? 🤣

i hope this is okay! let me know if you want me to rewrite it! ❤️

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matt and i's relationship grew after we met when the rangers came to play the new jersey devils. he saw me wearing a jonas siegenthaler jersey, sitting on the nearest row to the ice.

when matt knocked jonas out with a high elbow, skated over to me, he smiled and laughed, pointing at me from the other side of the glass. my eyes widened in confusion and a bit of fear at his actions.

when a staff member came up to me after the game and handed me a pass to meet the rangers players after the game, i looked at the her with confusion. "i'm not here for the rangers, sorry." i don't accept the pass and hand it back to her.

"miss, one of the rangers players wants to meet you. please, follow me." she hands me the pass again, insisting i come with her. i sigh and follow her, down a hallway and past a bunch of reporters, waiting to get in to meet the players for post game interviews.

when the staff brought me into the locker room for the rangers, she pointed at matt rempe and told me that he was the one who requested to see me. i look at him and make eye contact, his black eye staring back at me as i walk towards him.

"so, did you like that elbow i got on siegenthaler earlier?" he smirks out at me. "saw you in his jersey, and i knew i needed you to be a rangers fan. and to make it even better, wearing my jersey."

i scoff. "hurting my favorite hockey player isn't going to win me over, ya know." i smart mouth back at him, rolling my eyes.

matt then made a comment about me being feisty, and that he needed to find another way to win me over. he offers to take me out that night in an attempt to win me over, and it took some convincing, but he finally managed to take me out for dinner and drinks.

he eventually brought me over to become a rangers fan, or what i called the dark side for a long time. matt and i became friends and eventually more, but the distance between us became a problem very quickly. matt and i are both clingy. when we finally get to see each other, we can't keep our hands off of the other.

we facetime every morning and every night, even if one is too tired to stay awake. we fall asleep on the phone if we have to. so when i had enough of the late night and early morning calls, i booked a plane ticket to new york.

after the flight, when i land in new york, i walk out of the small, cramped hallway and walk to baggage claim. matt told me he would be waiting there, but i didn't know that he would bring some of the guys with him to meet me. i smile and we run at each other, giving each other the biggest hug.

after a while of hugging each other so tightly we could barely breathe, we let go and give each other a kiss. i hear my name being called and look behind matt to see igor and artemi. i smile and hug them too. we smile and talk a bit before matt grabs my bags for me and we leave.

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the next day, matt has a game at MSG. i tell him i'll be there and i'll see him at the arena after the game. but while he's gone all day to rest at the gym in the arena, using the hot tubs and the physical therapy to help him warm up for the game like he always does, i'm sleeping in his comfortable bed that smells like him.

after i wake up, i spend my time at home before the game getting ready. taking a shower and after that doing my makeup and hair. before i get dressed, i have two hours left before the game starts, so i don't get changed just yet. i use the extra time to put my things away for while i stay in new york.

when it's time to get ready, i throw on my rempe jersey and a short skirt, it reaches above my knees. matt told me once on the phone that he loved this skirt. he saw it on my instagram post from a girls night out about a year ago. it's blue, with two white stripes at the bottom and it matches the jersey perfectly.

i take an uber to the game, arriving just in time for the players family members, partners, and friends, all with passes, to go in. i flash my pass to the security, and he lets me in. i walk up to the VIP booth and say hello to some of the WAGS that i haven't seen in a while. i text matt, letting him know i'm here and i'm in a vip booth.

he texts me to wave at him when he come out on the ice during warmups and that he loves me. when i see him skate out a few minutes later, i raise my hand, waving at him and he waves back at me. i smile and giggle, watching him skate in circles like a ballerina during warmups.

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after the game, i show my pass to the security once more and they let me into the locker room. i walk over to matt, who's tying his sneakers. "hey there. good job out there." i smile and giggle when he jumps like i scared him.

"hey...holy fuck, thank you." he says, standing and hugging me. "i don't think i've ever played that much. my body hurts so fucking bad..." he kinda leans his weight on me with his arms wrapped around my waist.

i smile and pat his wet hair from the shower he just took, kissing his cheek. "it was well deserved playing time, babe. you played so good." i pull away, kissing his forehead and smiling at him.

i see his eyes rake over my body, eyes wide when he sees my skirt. "that's the one i love so much..." he makes eye contact with me, grinning happily. "god...it looks so fucking good on you...even better in person..." he smirks slightly, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me closer to his body.

"careful big boy..." i whisper, laughing. "we're not alone in here." he nods and rolls his eyes at my words, but still smiling at me. i smile and kiss his lips, leaning close to her ear, "you can take it off of me later, if you want."

i pull away from his ear and look at his now wide eyes. he suddenly pulls away, beginning to pack his things as quickly as possible. i laugh, "matt, honey, what are you doing?"

"i'm packing my things so we can leave." his voice is serious, but my laughs make him break, bursting into laughter too. his teammates look at us weirdly when our loud laughter fills the room. "gotta get that cute little skirt off of you as soon as possible." he smiles at me, grabbing his bags and taking my hand, leading me out of the locker room after saying his goodbyes to his teammates.

matt is never the first player to leave the locker room and arena after a game, especially after a win. but that night, matt had a reason to leave, and it was you. matt scored twice that night, once on the ice, and once with you.

[paladin--strait]

soulmates part 3

luke hughes x reader

part 1 here! part 2 here! series masterlist here!

tw!!: some language, use of y/n, reader can be depicted as any body shape/size. this story moves kinda fast, since I want it to only be a couple of parts long.

warning: this is a complete work of fiction. I am no way saying or implying that these people act the way they do in the story. I am open to any sort of constructive criticism! thank you!

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oh shit. it's quinn. my eyes go wide and luke's head slowly turns around to see who it is. his head turns back me quickly, eyes wide and his throat moves with a nervous gulp. his eyes are looking around, almost like he's looking for an escape. i shake my head at him, silently telling him that we should accept our fate.

quinn walks up slowly, face red from anger and frustration. "well well well...what do we have here? two run aways, it looks like." he says, hands in his pockets.

"quinn listen-" luke says, hand on the table, but he looks like he's about to jump out of the booth.

"nope. i'm not listening to you." quinn say, hands now out of his pockets and now wrapped around his chest. "i hope you know that i'm on a goddamn life360 with her and i know where she is at all times."

"quinn, let luke talk before you go off on him." i say, hoping quinn will give luke some grace.

"fine. scoot." he says with a sigh, signaling for me to move further into the booth, which i do so he has room to sit beside me.

"listen quinn, we just wanted to get out of there and have some fun. as soon as we woke up, i rushed home so y/n wouldn't get in trouble with you." luke says, looking down at his hands. "i didn't want you guys to think that we did something that i'm not supposed to do with her. once we saw how you reacted, we just didn't want to be yelled at for an accident we made."

"okay." quinn says. his single word makes luke and i look at each other nervously.

"uhm...is that all? just okay?" luke says, looking at me before looking back at quinn in confusion.

"yeah." quinn shrugs, lip turning up on the side.

"quinn," my eyes flicker to luke, my hands shaking and clammy from nervousness. "you're kinda scaring me...?"

"well, maybe you shouldn't have scared me by running away like that." quinn states, words flat like they have no meaning but luke and i both know that they hold all quinn's feelings about the situation. quinn looks at luke before speaking, "i hope you know, i'm not mad. i'm just upset with the fact that you two are acting like some high school couple who's parents are preventing them from being together."

i look down at my fingers, picking at the skin that's around my nail beds. the silence is deafening, despite the sounds of the chefs behind the counter cooking and banging their utensils on the stove, and the sound of people carrying on conversation at the nearby tables.

we sit in silence for what feels like forever until luke speaks up. "quinn, listen." luke pauses, taking a sip of his drink. "we fell asleep on the boat on accident. i already told you why we ran, but i thought you should know that-"

luke's rant is cut off my the ringing on my phone. i apologize and pick the phone up to see who's calling. it's the social media manager, kelly. "shit...i'm sorry guys, i have to take this. it's my boss..." i click the green button to answer and the two boys look at me and sit in silence while i talk to her.

our conversation is short, but her words ring out in my head. once i hang up, i sit still in my seat. "uhm...they need me back in vancouver."

i see confusion contort onto both of their faces. i also take notice of the head tilt of confusion that luke gives me. it reminds me of quinn, every time he gets upset, confused, or is just plain out of his, his head lulls to the side.

"why?" quinn is quick to ask. "they said you could have the rest of the summer off. i'm not gonna let them steal that time from you. from us." i can sense the upset in his words and i immediately feel horrible.

"they need me to come back and train new recruits. apparently, some time after i left the other day, the longer working employees started some sort of riot and quit because they weren't happy with their pay." i explain, taking a sip of my drink and sighing. "they told me i would get a raise if i come in..."

quinn looks down, disappointment flooding his face. i reach over and grab his hand, holding it in mine. "quinn...i'm sorry."

"no, i understand..." he says, rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb, something he always does when he notices i'm upset. "i can come with you, if you want."

"no quinn, stay here and enjoy your summer. i'm just glad i could spend some time with you and your friends." i say, smiling softly. i look over at luke who's lips are pursed, like he has something to say, but he won't say it.

the similarities between quinn and luke are insane. that empty look in their eyes, their smile, their actions, and they way that they can make you feel bad by just looking at you with those sad, puppy dog eyes.

i frown looking at luke, mouthing a quick i'm sorry. he shakes his head and mouths back, "its okay."

i feel bad to leave, even though it's only my third day off and my second day here, i've had fun. "uhm...kelly said my flight is at 8pm tonight. so, i better go home and pack so i can spend the rest of my time with you guys before i have to go."

"sounds good, i can drive you back to the lake house?" quinn says and i immediately take him up on his offer. drives with quinn are always fun. music, loud singing, and just plain stupidity. but, i have a feeling this ride won't be that way. with everything that happened with luke last night and today, plus with me having to leave, it's bound to be awkward.

we call over the waitress to pay for our food and luke hands her his debit card. she comes back a few minutes later to hand us our receipt and to thank us for coming. we pack up our things, and go outside. i thank luke for breakfast and get into the passenger seat of quinn's car after he opens the door for me.

i buckle my seatbelt while quinn shuts my door and i sigh. i hate to leave but i need the money and if they need help, then i should go. quinn would tell me the same thing if i told my boss no.

the car ride back is as i imagined, silent and awkward. luke follows us in his truck, pulling in the driveway right behind us. i see the door open and jack steps out with trevor and jamie behind him. jack has his arms crossed and he has this bossy look on his face.

luke opens my door for me and i get out of the car along with quinn. "well well well. look who decided to come home." jack yells out from the porch while we walk up. "the two runaways."

i roll my eyes at his words, looking over at quinn. "jack, that's enough. let us in, y/n has to pack for her trip back to vancouver."

"wait what? she's going back to vancouver?" jamie asks, confusion on his face as he peeks out of the doorway further.

"why?? she just got here!" trevor complains, looking at quinn with a look of surprise and disbelief.

"quinn, what did you say to her to make her want to go back?" jack asks, no emotion in his question, almost like he's mad at quinn.

"i didn't say anything. she got a call from her boss and they need her help at the arena. she has to train new employees and if she does it, she gets a raise. she needs to go." quinn explains, walking in the doorway with luke and i.

"aww...i wanted to hang out more!" trevor says, reaching his arms out to hug me. i hug back immediately, patting his back. "i miss you already."

i laugh, "trev, i'll miss you too. i don't even know you that well, but you seem like a genuinely nice guy that cares about his teammates and friends. i wish i could've hung out with you more this summer." he smiles at me and fixes his hair, it's getting too long for it to stay out of his eyes.

once we finish talking, i go up the steps and into my bedroom, grabbing my suitcase and beginning to pack. good thing i haven't unpacked very much of my stuff yet. i grab my toiletry bag and put all of my products in it, organizing it along the way. i found that if i don't organize things the way i have them when i originally pack it all, they don't fit. so i often take a picture to follow as guide almost.

i eventually finish packing and zip up my suitcase. i look at my bed that has luggage all over it. blankets and a pillow beside it. i grab my phone, checking all my messages before i go downstairs. when i make it to the living room, i find some of the guys on the couch.

john looks up from his phone and smiles at me. "hey, y/n. i heard you have to go back to vancouver later?" he says, suddenly frowning.

"yeah, my boss called, said that a whole bunch of people just quit and they need me to come and help train rookies. at least i'll get a raise." i respond, sitting down on the couch beside nico.

"oh, well a raise is good! sucks that you have to leave, though." nico says, looking over at me and smiling softly, almost as if he feels bad for me.

"yeah, i haven't even been able to get to know you yet! i've heard such good things about you from quinn and he was so excited when you showed up here. wouldn't shut up about you last night." curtis says, throwing his arms up in the air during his first sentence.

"really? he wouldn't shut up about me?" i ask, confused about what's he's been telling them about me.

"yeah. after dinner when we were all in the game room, he couldn't stop talking about you. he told us all about you twos pregame and postgame routines, how much y'all hang out, and whenever you're off work, you even show up to games wearing his jersey and stuff." nico responds, looking over at me, trying to recount his memory of what quinn told them.

"oh..." i say, looking down at my fingers, picking at the skin around my nails that i had previously picked at. "he really told you guys all that?"

"yeah. he's all the time talking about you." brock says, "trust me, i know this because i'm almost always with him. he talks about you on and off the ice, too." he nods at his own words.

my eyes widen, i never realized just how much time i spend with quinn. i stop to think. no matter the day, we always take time to hang out. i never realized he talked about me so much.

brock shortly continues his words, "i remember when some other player chirped you during a game one day," i snap my head to look at him, never having heard about this. "quinn went ballistic on the dude. i've never seen him so mad in my life."

"i remember that. i had to pull him off the guy." j.t. says, nodding his head at the memory. "i never realized how nasty of a mouth quinn has. he spouted out so much shit that night that i thought i was either dreaming, or had gone crazy." he states, laughing.

"hmm..." i look up at the ceiling, slightly remembering quinn getting ejected for fighting one game. "i think i remember that. is that really what happened? quinn wouldn't tell me why he fought the guy."

"yeah, that's what happened. quinn would protect you from anything. even if it costed him his job. or even his life." brock says, looking at me in the eyes before he checks his phone. "it's almost like he's in love with you or something."

i laugh almost too much at his words. "what? no! quinn is like a brother to me. he wouldn't think of me like that. right?" i ask, suddenly unsure of what quinn really thinks of me.

"well, from what i've seen of you two together, i'd say that quinn-" nico starts, sighing before he spoke.

"me what? what'd i do this time?" quinn walks in from the patio door, looking confused at the mention of his name. i make eye contact with nico, and he looks at me with a knowing look.

"uhm, we were just talking about how you might want to go back to vancouver with y/n." brock says, quickly saving our backs.

"yeah, i just wasn't sure if you were coming with me or staying here. you seemed like you wanted to come with me earlier so i was just asking them if you'd said anything to them about it." i say, looking over at quinn.

"oh. well, i thought about it. do you want me to come back with you?" quinn asks, luke, jack, and jamie walking in behind him. "i'll go if you want me to. you know i will." he says, smiling at me.

"it's up to you if you wanna come or not. but, i'd prefer you stay here and enjoy the rest of your summer. you never know, the training could be quick and i might come back before the summer ends if you guys are willing to have me." i say, looking at them nervously.

"of course you're welcome back here!" jack says, smiling wide. "you'll always be welcome here."

"thanks, jack." i smile back at him, thankful for his words. i look down at my phone, the time is 5:30. "well, i should get going. it's a 45 minute drive to the airport and i still have to call an uber. i wanna get there early." i say, standing up.

"don't call an uber." quinn says, walking over to me. "i'll take you. where's your luggage?"

"oh, it's upstairs in my room. i was about to go get it." i say, walking over to the base of the stairs. "do you think you can help me?" i ask, quinn obviously nods, walking up the stairs with me.

after we grab all my luggage, we head back down the stairs also i can say my goodbyes to the guys. trevor is the first to come over to me, "i miss you already, y/n. i wish you didn't have to leave."

"you'll see me again, don't worry. if i can't come back this summer, i'll see you at the games." i say, patting his back while we hug. i hear him whine slightly and when he pulls away, he's looking at me with a frown. "i miss you already, trev."

curtis is next, the nico, jack, jamie, then luke. i hug them all tightly, saying a quick goodbye to all of them. j.t. and brock give me a quick hug and a short kiss on the head.

"see you later, tiny." brock says, looking down at me. "take care of yourself."

"i will, love you, brockey." i say, pulling out the nickname i gave him that he hates so much. he laughs, shaking his head. he says a quick i love you back and takes his seat back on the couch.

i say my last goodbyes, and grab a couple of my bags, walking out the door to quinn's unlocked car. we set my bags in the back and quinn once again opens the car door for me. i get in, buckling up and getting comfortable. i can already feel myself getting tired.

"tired?" quinn says, pulling out of the driveway and onto the road. "you can sleep, i won't mind."

i nod, accepting his offer. i grab my pillow from the back and put it up against the window, setting my head against it and closing my eyes with a loud yawn. "thank you for driving me, quinner..."

he just smiles at me, looking back at the road and trying to find his next exit.

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when i wake up, quinn is shaking my shoulder. "y/n, we're here. you don't wanna miss your flight." i groan, the sudden darkness confusing me.

"oh...okay." i say, sitting up and pulling the pillow away from the window. i yawn once again, stretching as much as i can in the truck.

i open my own door this time, getting out and grabbing my things from the back. i sling the backpack over my back and hand some bags to quinn. we walk into the airport, quinn saying a few hellos to some fans.

he helps me check my bags in and get my ticket. "well, this is it. have a safe flight, y/n." he says, looking at me with a frown.

"thank you, quinn. and i'm sorry about all that stuff with luke, i hate that it took up so much time of me being there with you guys..." i admit, looking down at my shoes.

"hey, it's okay. i understand. uhm, i'll miss you. please take care of yourself, i know how you forget to take your medicine and sometimes you get so wrapped up in work you forget to eat or hydrate. please don't forget."

"i won't quinn. and if you're so worried, text me to remind me and even if i just ate or drank, i'll do it again." i say, smiling.

"you know i will anyway." quinn laughs, pulling me in for a hug. "i love you."

his words linger in my head for a bit, leaving a pink hue on my cheeks. remembering that conversation earlier makes me rethink almost everything that he's saying to me. what does he mean by 'i love you'? does he really mean it? or is he just saying it in a friendly way?

i shake it off quickly, patting quinn on his back and telling him a quick i love you too before i have to walk off into the tunnel. i look back at him when i make it halfway into the long hallway, and he's staring at me with a sad look on his face. i wave sadly at him, before turning back around.

almost my whole flight i think of quinn. what was nico going to say that he couldn't finish? i should've gotten his number so i could ask later. i can just ask jack for his number when i land. i sigh, leaning back in my seat.

i soon find myself tired from all of my thoughts and i close my eyes, getting more comfortable in the hard and not cushiony at all airplane seats. i hope that when i wake, i'll finally be able to figure out what nico was going to say. but i guess i'll find out later.

[paladin--strait]

27 - matt rempe!!

thank u so muchhhhh

rival player chirps player about reader, player goes crazy (athletes only)

sorry it's so short 🫠 i hope you like it! if not, let me know and i'll see what i can do! :) this relationship might sound a little toxic and i promise that's not what i intended so i'm sorry 😭🙏

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my mind is racing and my heart is pounding, i don't know what happened, but i know it wasn't good.

all of a sudden, matt is practically jumping on a player from the other team. matt has him pinned to the ground, throwing punches straight to his face. when multiple of the officials attempted to pull matt off of him, he turned a threw a punch straight to one of the officials faces.

i gasp, holding a hand to my mouth when i feel someone place a hand on my back, trying to comfort me. i assume it's one of the wags, but i can't look to see who it is before i take off running for the hallway that leads to the locker room, somehow making my way through the sea of fans that are pounding on glass, cheering on my boyfriend.

matt's teammates manage to pull him off the now unconscious player and lead him back into the hallway, but he's already in the locker room before i can get to him. as i make it to the door of the rangers locker room, security holds a hand out to me, telling me that they can't let me in at the moment, that i have to wait for everyone but matt to leave.

when they finally walk out, i storm in, stomping over to matt, his sitting at his locker, his face in his hands. "matt! what the fuck was that!?" i don't yell at him, but my voice is stern.

when he doesn't even raise his head to look at me, i know something must have been happening the whole game for a fight like that to ensue. i bend down, placing my hands on his lower knee, "matt...i'm sorry for walking in on you like that...do you wanna tell me what happened?"

he still doesn't raise his head, but his suddenly shaking shoulders tell me everything i need to know. i sit beside him and pull him into a hug. i whisper small words of encouragement in his ear while he cries on my shoulder. matt never cries, especially in front of me.

he told me once that he never has and never wants to cry in front of me because he didn't want me to see him, my giant and strong boyfriend, in such a weak and vulnerable state.

my hand runs down his back, tracing small shapes on his back as his cries get softer, soon turning into just sniffles before he pulls away and looks at me. "i'm sorry...i don't know what came over me..." he looks down at his bruised and beaten hands. "when he said that, all i could think about was punching his face in...so i did..."

i look at him with confusion, "what did he say?" i ask, returning my hand to his back. he doesn't answer. "matt...what did he say?"

when he looks up at me, i swear i see a different man in his eyes. one that wants to protect the ones he loves and would do anything to keep them safe. his eyes bore into mine, squinting as he thinks about whether he should tell me or not.

"he was talking about you the whole game...talked about how beautiful you were and how he thought you would be even more beautiful in his bed or some shit like that...but when he said that he was going to take you for himself, i heard enough." he looks away as he speaks, and i can hear the anger and almost possession in his voice that mixes with the deep sadness.

my eyes soften. "matt..." he cuts me off before i can speak any further.

"i didn't care about the consequences, and i still don't care about them, but he needs to understand that you're mine." he locks eyes with me again, and that man that i saw for the first time a few minutes ago is back, only stronger. "i don't want these people to think they can talk about you like that. i would do anything for you...to keep you safe..."

"but matt...you didn't have to fight him like you did-"

"yes i did. he needed to know his place." he huffs, slapping his hands against his knees. "now he knows it and he'll stay there."

i sigh, looking at him with a soft smile, knowing that nothing will ever change his mind. "thank you...for standing up for me and taking care of me. i love you, matt. you're more than just my boyfriend, you're my lover and my protector. i'll never leave you, especially for some douche bag like him. you put him in his place, matt."

i stand up from my seat beside him so i can take a seat on his lap, wrapping my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. "you'll always take care of me...and i'll always take care of you. thank you, baby." i run my finger over a fresh cut on his cheek, it's small, but large enough and deep enough to have bled down his cheek slightly.

his eyes meet mine and once again i see my sweet matt. his eyes have softened, and a gentle blush grazes his cheeks. his lips are curved into a smile, chuckling while he wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him and hugging me tight. he whispers something in my ear about protecting me from all those bad, scary, men.

we stay like this until it nears the end of the game. matt changes out of his gear and into normal clothes, and waits for his team to file into the locker room after a grueling and tiring win.

i stand, going to walk away and out of the locker room after saying a small goodbye to matt before a hand grabs my arm. i turn to see jacob, looking at me with worried eyes. "are you okay? i heard what he said to matt before...you know. are you alright?"

i smile at him, reassuring him that i'm okay before i say a thank you. he asks me how matt is, and i tell him that i think he's alright, just a little shaken up since he didn't know that he could be capable of such a brutal takedown. he gives me a short but tight hug before he takes his seat in front of his locker and i make my way out.

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once i hit the bed, my body almost immediately shuts down, the tiring day now catching up to me. matt takes off his clothes, and changes into a loose pair of sweatpants. he smiles at me and pulls me close, tucking us deep into the cold sheets.

i shiver and matt begins flailing his long legs around under the covers. i giggle, "matty...what are you doing?" i ask, in a fit of giggles and laughter.

"i'm warming it up under here for you. i know you love it cold, but you don't like to shiver in bed. so, i'm being your personal space heater." he laughs while he speaks.

our night ends happily, and we almost forget that matt has been suspended for five games.

[paladin--strait]

Congrats on 100 babe 🫶!! Can I request prompt 19 - reader brings cookies or cupcakes for players team after a huge win (athletes only) with jack hughes?

so cute!!! i love this prompt with jack ❤️

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after the game ended, i immediately ran out to my car where the cupcakes are packed and placed neatly in the trunk. i brought the little cart with me and loaded the small treat boxes onto it, walking quickly into the hallway that the leads to the arena after i lock my car.

there's a huge grin on my face as i near the locker room. i pass a couple staff members and hand them their own little box with the freshly made treats inside.

the security checks the locker room to make sure the boys are still clothed before i walk in and that everyone is inside the large, messy room. i wheel in the cart after i get the okay and i run to jack, leaving the cart behind me, congratulating him on his huge win and the goal he got.

he smiles when he catches me in a hug, his sweaty hair falling onto my shoulder. i hear him laughing, and he kisses me on the lips with a quick thank you. "thank you baby! what's on the cart?" he points at it, and i suddenly remember all the boxed treats.

"oh! i brought you guys something!" my words that raised in volume caught the attention of the players and coaches. "i brought you all some treats!!" i walk over to the cart and grab a box. they're all named, since the goodies inside are customized to each players liking.

"nico and timo? i have your boxes!" both nico and timo practically run over to me, smiling and giving me a thank you hug as they take their boxes. "uhh...dawson and jesper?" they come over too, and all the boxes are eventually passed out, except for my two favorite devils players.

"luke and jack?" i turn and look at the two brothers with a big smile. they walk over together, chatting for a second before taking their boxes as well. luke gives me a big, long, thank you hug and tells me a quick i love you. jack gives me a kiss, along with a quick thank you and i love you also.

once i turn around to look at all the players and coaches, they're all digging into the boxes of yummy desserts, some of them looking like their about to go into a sugar crash or food coma. i look at nico, who's head is tilted back in bliss and his jaw is chomping down on a soft sugar cookie, one of his favorite treats that i've made, he's expressed to me how much he loves them multiple times, so i wrote it down in my notebook.

over a long time of baking and selling goods, i began to keep a journal of certain people's favorite things that i make. i have my family's favorite things, the hughes family's favorite things, the devils team, the canucks team, the umich team and even some of jack's friends like trevor and jamie.

i smile as i watch them enjoy the food. it's always made me happy to see people enjoy the desserts i make, especially people that i love so dearly. i rarely make batches of goodies like this, but the boys have worked so hard this season and they deserve a treat. luke is eating a no bake chocolate oatmeal cookie, one of his all time favorites, timo is eating the same cookie and dawson is eating a classic gingerbread cookie.

jack is chowing down on a carrot cake cupcake, smiling at me as we make eye contact. he holds the cupcake out to me, and i take a bite. i chew my bite of jack's cupcake, savoring the moist cake and delicious frosting. i'm never one to talk about how good my desserts are, but damn, i'm a good baker. i smile and giggle when i see the amount of frosting on coach keefe's face from his red velvet cupcake he's eating. he's really enjoying that cupcake, i think to myself.

moments like these with the team are my favorites. we're all together, enjoying the moment of happiness while we celebrate a huge win. we're definitely all going out for drinks later, but i know the night will be cut short for me and jack, since he always is super tired after playing for longer than usual, which he did tonight.

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once we reach the doorway to the quiet, dark, and cold apartment, jack and i take our shoes off by the door, walking to the bedroom. i flop down on the bed, groaning from how tired my body is, and i look up to see jack changing into his sleep pants, i decide that i should probably change too, so i stand and take my clothes from the game off, my 'hughes 86' jersey coming off and getting put into the hamper alongside my pants and bra.

i hear jack grunt when his body hits the bed, i finish taking off my makeup and make my way to bed, cuddling up to jack almost immediately. i hum into his chest, tracing shapes onto his back. "thank you for making all those things for my teammates, you really didn't have to do all that. but, i'm glad you did. they really love you, not just because of how good your desserts are, but because of how caring you are for them. they wouldn't shut up about how good it was and everyone told me to tell you thank you."

i smile at his words, "i love them too. i know how hard you boys have been working and you all deserve to know that people care about you guys and not just about the game and i know all the fans are thankful for all you guys do, so i decided to make all that stuff for you guys. i'm glad they appreciated it, too!" i play with his hair as i speak, messing it up and putting it in various little styles.

we chat more about the game before jack turns his alarm on so he can get up for morning skate in the early hours of the next morning and i cut off the light, darkening the room except for the light coming off the tv and the light from jack's phone. i smile when i see him scrolling through instagram, seeing where reporters had made various articles about the boys who talked about getting the delicious treats from me after being asked about the goodie boxes that were sitting beside them.

jack smiles and likes the article, shutting his phone off and putting it on charge. i he turns to look at me and grabs my waist, pulling me closer to him and kissing my jaw, down my neck and along my shoulder. i giggle when he kisses my neck, i've always been ticklish there and he knows it.

the cold breeze from the air conditioning hits us, and we cuddle closer to each other, both to lazy to get up and mess with the ac unit this late in the night. we fall asleep in each others arms, the faint smell of alcohol coming off of us from our celebratory drinks at the bar. but that doesn't bother either of us, we just enjoy each others time, sleeping peacefully in each others arms.

[paladin--strait]

Congrats on 100 followers and happy birthday!!! Can you do prompt 21 with Quinn Hughes??

ahhh tysm!!! lemme know if you want me to rewrite it! i won't be upset at all! ❤️

tw: a little spicy so probably 16+, jack is portrayed as a playboy and he hits on reader, language, quinn is kinda scary, pretend that jacks birthday is during the season

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quinn thinks you don't notice, but the daggers glaring at the 'HUGHES 86' on the back of your red devils jersey doesn't go unnoticed. eyes in slits as he sits on the small couch, drink in hand. his legs are spread open, preventing anybody from sitting near him.

not that they would with the way he's looking right now. his eyes are dark and full of anger with a large mix of jealousy. he feels the judging eyes on him from the party guests, and he doesn't care.

when the guests sing happy birthday to his middle brother, he stands, silent. staring at his brother with a blank look on his face while jack hugs you tight. he know that you won't do that to him, you're not that type of person. but he knows how jack is. that playboy personality comes out when he's around a pretty thing like you, all dolled up for his birthday party.

but jack can't help it, his jersey is clinging to your figure and his thoughts can't help but wander. but he could never say anything to you, you're dating his brother for fucks sake.

but maybe he can? when you're left alone by the punch bowl, he makes his move. "heyyy y/n! hows it going?" he says happily. you answer him, not knowing where he was going with this. "my jersey looks good on you by the way. you look better in red than blue." he laughs out and you cut your eyes at him. yeah, you look good in red, but blue is most definitely more your color.

after he talks you up some more, that's when you finally realize what jack wanted of you, and you slapped his pretty face. pretty obvious to say that jack took the hint. you made him promise to never speak of what he said to you a few moments before.

safe to say that quinn never found out. if he had, jack probably wouldn't be playing for a while. sure, quinn is the sweetest, most caring man you've ever met, but when it comes to jealousy, he can be mean as a snake.

the night of the party, when you and quinn got home, he practically ripped the red and black devils jersey off of you and put you in his own. the deep, royal, blue consumes you and hugs your figure.

quinn's favorite thing about you wearing his jersey (and only his jersey) is that he can see your panties. you're wearing his favorite pair, the green and blue lace that perfectly accentuates the curve of your ass. when quinn's done with you, you can't go to his game the next day, since your legs gave out the night before.

jealously can really do things to a man.

[paladin--strait]

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

crying in his arms + him crying in your arms

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[paladin--strait]

hiiii congrats on 100 followers!! 💞can you do “20 - reader gets hurt and (name) takes care of them” with nico hischier?

💕 💕

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one second i'm having the time of my life, skating around the rink with my friends, the next i'm on the ice, ankle throbbing and swollen. tears well in my eyes from the pain and embarrassment, but mostly from the pain.

i sniffle and wince as my friend lifts me up, slowly taking me over to the bench and sitting me down slowly. when i reach down to take my skate off, it hurts so bad that i just decide to leave it on.

my friend, angel, takes my phone and walks away. i assume she's calling nico and that's soon confirmed when i hear her say his name in a questioning manner. she's looks at me before she plugs her open ear with a finger, the loud sound of skates hitting the ice of the public rink and people yelling loudly at each other making it hard for her to hear nico.

she nods some, and eventually hangs up. she unlocks my phone and starts typing something that i assume is the address of the rink we're at. she walks back over after she's done typing, "nico said to wait here, that he'll take you to the team doctor and she'll check you out." she says, sitting beside me and putting her hand on my back.

"thank you, angel, i really appreciate it. when will nico get here?" i ask, looking down at my hurt ankle.

"he said as soon as possible? don't you have life360 or something like that? i can look him up." she unlocks the phone once more, clicking on the tracker app and tapping on nico's icon. "it says he's two minutes away."

my eyes widen when i realize how close he is. the house is probably 20 minutes from here, so how fast was he going? the sudden thought of him speeding and possibly getting hurt, in an accident, or worse makes my heart pound and my eyes water once more.

but my racing heart calms when i see him run in the door, he speeds over to me, placing his hands on my shoulders and then squatting down on the floor, "baby, what happened? did someone do this to you? did they trip you or something? i'll kill them." he speaks quickly, inspecting my swollen ankle.

"no, nico. nobody did this to me. i was trying to do some kind of weird trick i saw on tiktok and i landed wrong on my ankle. i'm okay, my ankle just really hurts..." i look down at him and then to my throbbing ankle.

"lets keep the skate on but loosen the laces." he frowns, loosening the laces some before standing up and holding his hands out to help me up slowly. "don't stand on it. be careful, babe."

i take his hands and stand up on my opposite foot, not letting the hurt foot touch the ground. "how am i supposed to walk out to the car like this?" i ask, looking at him with concern.

he raises a single finger goofily, looking at me with a wide smile. "this is the part where i pick you up." i giggle at him, wrapping my arms around his neck when he lifts me up into his arms.

"you're so strong, nini." i say, the nickname slipping through my lips. "so muscly..." i run my finger down his arm, tracing the toned lines of muscle.

he laughs and sets me down in the passenger seat of his car before he gets in on his side, starting the car and beginning the drive to the teams practice arena. nico asks me if i had fun before the injury and what kind of trick i was trying to do when i got hurt. i tell him everything and we laugh at some of the things my friends did on the ice. that helps to take my mind off the pain some.

the drive goes by quicker than expected and nico is soon helping me out of the car and into the practice arena. we pass by some of the players who are making their way into the arena for a workout or to train, and the other players who have been there for a while and are now leaving.

they question us about what happened and some hug me, telling me that they hope i'll be okay. we finally find ourselves in the doctors office and i take a seat on the chair for patients. as we wait for the doctor to come, nico holds me hand, smiling at me and telling me that everything is going to be okay.

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"it seems to be just a broken ankle, mrs. hischer." the doctor says, holding up the scans of my ankle and putting them on the board so it's easier to see. "you need plenty of rest and to stay off of it for a while. stay away from physical activity for a few weeks even after the cast comes off and come back to see me in about three weeks. if it gets worse or something feels off about it then give me a call and come in."

nico and i thank the doctor and head back out to car with my newly casted ankle. "mrs. hischer, hmm? since when was i your wife?" nico laughs at my question and shrugs, he's always loved to call me 'mrs. hischer', it reminds him, me, and most importantly, everyone else, that i'm nico's girl and i always will be.

nico drives us to the pharmacy to pick up some pain medication the doctor prescribed and then he drives us to chick-fil-a, ordering my usual for me and his usual for him.

i put the bags on the floorboard of the car and once we make it to the house, i hand the food to nico and we make a trade, him carrying the food and for me, my crutches from the backseat.

"you handled that really well, babe. i know you can be sensitive sometimes so i'm really proud of you." nico says, unlocking the door and letting me in. "from just a look at the scans, it looked like a nasty break, but you took it like a champ. i'm so proud of you, baby." he says, setting the food on the counter and coming over to plant a kiss on top of my forehead while i tell him thank you and apologizing for making him go to the arena just for me to get checked out.

i slide into the chair that's slid under the island, and open the bag, pulling the food out while nico sits in the chair beside me. we chat while we eat and then clean up when we're done.

after we clean up the kitchen together, we head to bed. nico pulls off his clothes and puts on his sleep pants. i do the same, except i put on my tank top and a pair of his sleep pants. sometimes i wear his shorts, but his sleep pants are more comfortable.

the bed is suddenly uncomfortable, no doubt from the huge cast on my ankle. i can't bring myself to sleep due to being so uncomfortable. but my body is extremely exhausted, and it's begging for sleep. so, i carefully, trying not to wake a sleeping nico, get up and go to the most comfortable spot i can think of right now. nico's reclining chair.

the chair is dark brown with a lever on the side that controls whether you lift the legs of the chair or not. i like to call nico's recliner, 'the dad chair'. he swears it's not weird to own one at his age, and that its perfect for naps. and he was right, that chair is looking really comfortable right now.

i find myself plopping down on the chair, putting my crutches to the side. i use my other leg to help control the extending leg of the chair so it doesn't swing up and hurt me more when i pull the lever. thankfully, my plan works, and i shift a little in the seat, grabbing a blanket and a throw pillow to help get more comfortable.

i throw on one of my favorite shows to sleep to, the joy of painting with bob ross. there's something about the big haired man that is wonderfully comforting. his voice his smooth and when he speaks its like a new bedtime story every episode. i adjust the volume and close my eyes, snuggling up to the pillow and drifting off to sleep.

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when i wake up, i'm in a new environment. i notice the slight smell of nico's cologne instantly. i open my eyes and realize i'm back in the bedroom, and nico is sitting on his side of the bed, his feet kicked over the edge while he plays on his phone.

"nico? how did i get here?" my voice is raspy, presumably from snoring, a bad habit of mine that nico has come to deal with every night. i wipe my groggy eyes and look around, wiping the crusties off my eyes.

he turns to look at me and he smiles. "good morning, beautiful. i moved you last night when i woke up around 1am. i noticed you were gone and then i heard the tv. so i went and woke you, and helped you get comfortable on the bed in here. do you not remember?" he says, shutting his phone off and tossing it on the bed when he lays down, coming closer to me and pulling me towards him so i'm on my side and in his arms.

"no...i don't remember any of that. i remember getting up and going to the living room, but nothing else." i say, trying to recall the events of last night, as told by nico.

"well, i put a pillow under your calf so it's more comfortable for you to move around in your sleep. i know you can't sleep on your back so that's what i did to fix it. i ordered your favorite takeout, since it's past 11 already, and i called out of work today. no, don't even try to argue with me about it, i already made up my mind to be here and take care of you." nico says, speaking with stern tone to show how serious he is.

he continues his rant, not letting me speak. "baby, you're hurt. so, i'm gonna be here for you the entire time, as much as possible, no excuses. i love you and i want to make sure you get the best care and the best rest. i'm gonna take care of you." he says, cupping my red face in his hands.

"thank you, nini. i love you so much," i say, smiling at his touch and his kind words of encouragement. "thank you for taking care of me." i kiss his lips and it's soft and gentle, like a warm hug on a winter evening. this day, even though i'm hurt, is the epitome of perfect. i'd love to spend my days like this forever, even if it means having a broken ankle.

[paladin--strait]

Hi, I saw that your requests are open. Can you write a timo meier imagine about reader who works at the arena in the office, has a huge crush on Timo, which a few people knew and was walking past the locker room one day and saw Timo topless only in a towel, who just had a shower from a distance as the locker room door was slightly open, and she hid behind the door while sneaking glances and looked away until Timo notices and sneaks up on her and says "enjoying the view" which leads reader to turn super red and panic and he grabs her arm before she could run off and things eventually end up steamy after dating for a while?

ahhhh!!!! i love timo so much! he's the reason why i started watching hockey! i saw a video of him on pinterest and i had to google him! i became obsessed ever since!! and i'm sorry this took so long to come out and i hope it's okay that i switched it up a bit! 😭🙏 sorry this is so bad, i hope you like it! also sorry if timo comes off as creepy, that's not how i intended him to seem 😭 thank you for the request, @photoshopart15 !!!

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timo meier. one of the finest men on the face of this earth. every time i walk past him or he comes up to me at my desk, i get nervous, my face flushing a bright red color that i hope he doesn't notice.

what i don't know, is that he does notice. he always notices. timo walks over to me and asks me the dumbest questions for no reason but to see how red i get. he always leaves me standing there like an idiot with a smirk on his face.

but i'm too clueless to notice how he affects me so much that i can't even tell when he's talking straight nonsense to me. and i even agree with his words, too infatuated with how handsome and kind he is.

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while i'm sitting at the front desk, my head buried in the paperwork that i didn't get to finish last night, my coffee beside me on my desk. timo walks up to me but i don't see him until i pick my head up to get i sip of my coffee. "oh, good morning, mr. meier. how can i help you?"

he gives me a smile, "good morning, i just wanted to see if i had any mail?" he says, checking his phone right after. "and how many times do i have to tell you to call me timo, not mr. meier."

"sorry, timo. uhm..." i'm suddenly flustered, my words becoming stuttered. "we don't receive the player mail at the front desk anymore, they take it up at the help desk now. sorry!"

timo frowns, looking over at the nearby help desk. "why would they move it over there? it's literally right there...what was the point?" he says, chuckling with his words.

"not sure...but i just go with whatever my boss tells me to do, and that was to move the players mail to the help desk." i explain, my face turning a deeper shade of red as i have to explain that it was partially my fault.

timo nods, "oh...well i guess i'll have to go over there now. i'll see you later, though!" he says, grabbing his coffee from the desk and walking over to the help desk. on his way over there, he begins to come up with new ideas and reasons to talk to me.

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"good morning, are you coming to the game later?" timo gets straight to the point, smiling down at me.

i look up at him from my paperwork which i again, did not finish. "good morning! yes, i'm coming later. i haven't been able to come recently but since i'm almost done with this weeks paperwork, i'll be there!" i smile up at him. "i also signed up to work on post game interviews now, so i'll see you and the guys in the locker room after the game."

timo smiles even brighter and he nods happily, now he has a better reason to use instead of the ones he was thinking about all night.

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"morning timo!" my smile is bright when he walks through the door. "two coffees this morning? i'm assuming you didn't get much sleep last night!" i laugh a little.

"actually, this one is for you!" he smiles at me and hands me my favorite starbucks order.

"timo...how'd you know this was my favorite?" i look at the coffee happily, but i'm also a little weirded out.

"i noticed that you only order coffee on wednesdays and fridays, but every time i see your coffee, that's what you get." he smiles and points at the coffee. "i noticed how tired you looked yesterday and thought i would bring you one."

i smile at him and give him a quick thank you. i tried to pay him back, but he didn't let me.

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"morning, timo!" i say, walking into the elevator beside him. i notice that the more i talk to him, the more comfortable i get and i'm actually able to carry on conversation with him.

"mornin'!" he smiles and looks at me while the elevator door closes. "how are you doing today?"

"i'm doing well! just tired." i nod, smiling. "and how are you?"

"that's good. and i'm alright but i'm tired, too. you're interviewing after the game tonight, right?" he says, pressing the button to the third floor. "you need to make sure you interview me tonight. it seems like you've been avoiding me every time you do it."

i frown, looking down. "i'm sorry, i'll make sure that i get to you tonight!" i look back up at him and make eye contact, my cheeks heating up.

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that night, i walked into the locker room after the devils won and began to interview players. my interviews get put on the devils website, so it's written down in my notebook. i walk around, starting with jesper, then jack, then dawson, amd then nico, and then i make my way over to timo.

timo got a hat trick tonight, which meant he would be surrounded by reporters for a while. i heard my phone ding over all the talking, and i pick up and see a text from an unknown number. it reads, 'come back later, when everyone is gone. i'll be able to hear you better and you can ask me anything you need. i'll be here for a while, so it's no rush unless you have somewhere to be.'

i finish reading and look up at him. he's making eye contact with me while i nod a silent okay. i make my way out of the loud, messy, locker room and into the quiet and cold hallway. i sigh a breath of relief when i step out, the quiet instantly calming my nerves. i slide down the wall, playing on my phone while the reporters begin to file out of the room and the players begin to leave too.

soon, everyone is gone but timo. i figure that he's already taken a shower, so i step into the now seemingly empty locker room. the door creaks, not loudly, but it still creaks. i look around and timo is nowhere in sight.

i turn around to leave, figuring that i just missed him when he left, when i hear a mouth clearing behind me. i stop in my tracks and turn around, coming face to face with timo, who's wide hips are clad in only a white towel. his hair is wet and falling over his eyes. "like what you see?" he speaks.

my eyes widen and my face heats up. i can't help but stare at him, the water making his skin sparkle in the led lights. his mouth turns up into a smirk, and i turn to leave. "i'm so sorry! oh my god!" i almost run for the door.

a hand grips my wrist almost immediately. my back hits his wet chest and i squeak in surprise. he turns me to look at him before he speaks. "i asked you a question. do you like what you see?"

his words make me eyes widen even more than i thought they could. my words stumble, and i try to get my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. he chuckles, "cat got your tongue?" his smirk gets bigger.

his grip on my wrist then goes to my waist, both hands now sitting there. "you don't think i don't see what happens to your pretty face whenever i talk to you? i know how you feel about me." he presses our chests together, wrapping his arms around my waist completely trapping me against him. "your face goes all red and you can't speak. all that comes out is some gibberish, but i kept on, because i love seeing you like that."

his words shock me. i never thought that he could tell the effect he had on me. i attempt to wiggle out of his grip, but it's no use. when i look up at him and we make eye contact, he has an amused look on his face. "i thought you liked me, hmm? why are you trying to escape?"

"i'm...sorry...?" i barely get out, looking into his eyes.

"it's alright, darling." he smiles down at me. he reaches up to move a piece of hair out of my face. you would think his actions are creepy, or predatorish, but they really didn't come off that way. if any other man had done this to me, i would be freaking out. but with timo, he's so gentle, such a sweetheart.

his actions aren't creeping me out. if anything, they draw me in closer to him. timo is the sweetest man i know, always kind and caring towards his teammates and staff, including their families.

i smile slightly, blush creeping up my face when i look down. my head doesn't hang for long, his fingers wrap around my chin and pull my head back up to look at him. "why are you looking away?" timo says, a confused look on his face.

"you make me nervous..." i just decide to come out and tell him the truth. "you're so handsome and kind, it makes me nervous to be around you." my words make his eyes widen, and his mouth soon upturns into a smile.

he pulls my body impossibly closer to his and hugs me. i hug back of course, wrapping my arms around his neck. one of his hands pull away from waist and he slaps my thigh lightly, a signal to jump. my legs leave the ground and he grabs the bottom of my thighs, helping to hold me up while i jump and try to wrap my legs around his waist.

once i finally make it up there, i feel timo start to walk. it makes me nervous since i can't see where he's walking to, but i trust him.

my back lightly hits the wall as he presses me against it. one of his hands comes up to touch my cheek and he pulls me in for a kiss, which i happily return. we continue like this for a while, before he reaches down to the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my shoulders and off my body. my back hits the cold wall, giving me shivers.

it's a good thing that he's holding me against the wall, because if he wasn't, my legs would've given out and i would have fallen to the carpeted floor.

the kiss is gentle but needy. it's like all of our tension that has been building up has exploded like a gorgeous firework, full of colors and leaving people in awe of its beauty.

the kiss continues for a while, with us just soaking in the moment. i feel timo's hand run up my back, grabbing at the clasp for my bra and unhooking it. it pops off and he throws it to the floor. it falls on top of my discarded shirt. he grabs at my waistband, his hand pulling my pants down.

his free hand trails to my front, grabbing at my curves. he pulls away from the kiss, "you look so fucking pretty like this. wish i could see you and keep you this way forever..." he stares at me, eyes taking in the sight and keeping it safely in his memory.

my pants hit my knees, before we hear a sound that frightens us to our very core. the locker room door opens, and timo rushes to cover me, standing in from of me and holding his arms out.

it's nico. he spots us almost immediately, and he covers his eyes with a scream. "i'm so sorry!" he rushes out of the locker room, slamming the door shut behind him. timo turns around to look at me, and he chuckles.

"i guess we'll have to continue this somewhere else." he smirks, handing me my shirt and bra.

"i guess so..." i answer back, smiling with a deep red blush on my face. the idea of being caught turned me on, but i couldn't let timo know that. i know he's the exhibitionist type just by looking at him.

i put my clothes back on while timo throws on some sweatpants and a shirt. he walks over to the door after making sure that i'm fully dressed. he opens it and he pokes his head out, motioning for nico to come in. "sorry about that, we thought everyone was gone for the night."

"it's alright, man. i'm not mad, i just didn't expect it." nico walks back in, nervously. but, he laughs, "i won't tell anyone, i promise. how long has this been going on between you two?"

"i finally got to kiss her for the first time tonight, but we've been eyeing each other for a while." timo says to nico, sending me a wink that makes me blush.

"everyone could tell there was something going on between you two. we didn't know if it was just feelings or something more. but i hope you two become more than just fuck buddies. everyone thinks you two would be a really good couple." nico says, grabbing the things he came back for.

"everyone..?" i say, eyeing him carefully. "has the topic of timo and i come up before or something?"

"yeah, everyone on the team knows that you two have been liking each other. it's pretty fucking obvious." nico laughs, "but you two would definitely be cute together."

i smile at his words, looking at timo, who's smiling as well. "thank you, nico." i say, grabbing my phone and putting it in its usual spot in the back pocket of my jeans. "i should get going."

"yeah, we should." timo says, grabbing his bag. "we have plans, sorry neeks."

my eyes widen at his words when i realize he wants to leave together. timo grabs my hand, leading me out of the locker room and into the hallway. we stay quiet until we reach his car. "you took an uber here, right?" he asks me, to which i respond yes.

he takes me purse and puts it in the back seat with his bags before he opens the front passenger seat door for me. i smile and thank him, getting into his car.

the drive is quiet until he asks where i live and tell him while i put it in the gps. it can be hard to get to my apartment complex if you've never been there before. the drive from then on is quiet once again.

when timo pulls into my apartment complex's parking lot, he parks the car and turns to look at me. "you know, nico is right. we would make a cute couple and i do hope that what we have can become more than just sex. if you're comfortable with that, of course. i don't want to push you to do anything that you're uncomfortable with."

i giggle, grabbing my purse from the backseat and looking back at him. "i think he's right too, we would be an amazing couple. i'd be more than happy to be with you, if that's what you're asking me, timo."

he smiles at me and looks down at the wheel, then back at me. "yeah, i want to be with you. i've been wanting to be with you, but i just enjoyed seeing you get so flustered. i also wanted to wait for the right time to ask you and now seems like that time." he says, looking into my eyes. i can tell he's nervous by the sudden change in his tone of voice.

"of course timo, i'd love to be with you." i smile, holding his hand that's resting on the center console that separates us.

i giggle when he jumps a little, clearly not expecting me to touch his hand like that. "do you wanna come back to my place instead?" he asks, that same nervous tone lingering in his voice as he speaks.

i nod, agreeing to go back to his place and he practically whips it out of the parking lot. he's excited to finally have someone to take care of and to have someone take care of him. all he wanted was for someone to be supportive and loving of each other and this is exactly what he imagined, spending a happy life with me in a big house with lots of mini versions of the two of us running around.

[paladin--strait]

soulmates part 4

luke hughes x reader

series masterlist!

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

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

enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

brock's jaw drops, "who?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[paladin--strait]

Hi, a big big congratulations on the milestone 🎉

If it's okay, if I could request number 21. wearing another players jersey (athletes only) with Sidney Crosby, please and thankyou.

ahhh thank youuu! and omg yes! i love this prompt with him! i've never written for him so im a little nervous but here it is! i hope this is good 😬 enjoy!

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a giggle leaves my lips when i unbox the jersey. tomorrow the penguins play the bruins and sidney hates playing them. specifically because of brad marchand. even though marchand has always been one of my favorite nhl players, i pretend to hate him as not to upset sidney.

not that he'll be mad at me and hit me or something, sidney has never gotten that mad at me and he never will. we made a promise with each other that if there is something that bothers us, we talk about it instead of letting the situation get worse by not addressing it.

so when sidney pranked me the other day with firecrackers under the toilet seat, which scared the absolute shit out of me, i decided to pull a prank on him. the soft fabric of the jersey rests in my hands and the last name 'marchand' on the back of it puts a smile on my face. i hid the jersey in an old suitcase under the bed so sidney wouldn't see it until i put it on tomorrow.

i smile wide and can't help but giggle when sidney walks in the room to get ready for bed. "what's up with you being so happy? it's so suspicious it's making me nervous..." he says, cautiously.

"oh nothing! i'm just excited to watch you play tomorrow!" i say, raising my hands in a defensive but silly manner while he walks over to me and puts his hands around my waist. i smile and wrap my arms around his waist too, and he kisses the top of my head.

sidney and i do our nightly routine and head to bed. when i wake up in the morning, sidney is gone, presumably to morning practice and then he'll go out to eat with the guys, their usual pregame meal when they're in town. sidney comes home for about an hour before he picks me up and we go back to the rink.

while he's gone, i straighten up the house a bit before heading to the bathroom for a shower. when i get out, i do my hair and go out to eat my lunch. while i'm eating, sidney comes home and i go to get dressed quickly. sidney sits on the couch waiting for me to finish, like he usually does.

i walk back into the bedroom and grab the marchand jersey from the suitcase under the bed and put it on with the same black pants that i usually wear when i wear the white penguins jersey. i slip on my white sneakers and put on a bit of makeup.

i take a deep breath and laugh at little bit at my outfit before walking out. "i'm ready! let's go!" sidney doesn't look up from his phone and stands, walking to the door after saying an okay and signaling for me to follow him.

the door is all the way open when he finally sees what i'm wearing. his face goes sour and his eyes squint, eyeing me up and down. "you don't like my outfit?" i say, faking a sad face and mood when he grabs my shoulders and turns me around. "you know i've always been a marchand fan! i've been waiting for y'all to play them this season so i could wear this!"

i hear him sigh and i try to hold back my laugh. "baby, you know how i feel about the bruins. especially marchand. you know how much i love you and i'm sorry, i didn't know you were a fan of him but please, take it off. i can't stand to see you in that." i turn to face him and he looks like a sad puppy dog, staring at me with those big beautiful eyes of his.

i can't help but break. "oh sweetheart! i'm just joking. i just wore this as a prank since you put those firecrackers under the toilet seat the other day! hold on!" i see his face soften and i run back to our bedroom, taking off the marchand jersey and throwing on sidney's jersey, quickly running back out to the door.

sidney smiles and apologizes for his behavior, which i quickly forgive since i probably would've freaked out worse if i were him and my girlfriend wore a different players jersey.

i give him a kiss and run out the door to his car. what i don't see is how brightly sidney smiles when he sees his last name on the jersey im wearing as i run to the car. he shakes his head in disbelief at what i did, but he finds himself running back into the house to grab the marchand jersey before he hides it in his bag and goes to car after locking the door.

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after the game, sidney is walking out to meet me at the car. but, there's someone with him this time. i squint my eyes to try and see who it is, but i can't really tell in the dark.

when they finally make it up close enough for sidney to call out to me, i realize who's with him. it's brad marchand, holding the jersey i bought and wore as a prank earlier. my eyes widen, and i place my hand over my mouth, hiding my gaping smile.

sidney introduces me to brad, and he gives me a side hug, being respectful, and shakes my hand. we all talk for a bit and he signs the jersey, holding it up on one side while i hold the other and sidney takes a picture of us.

we get a staff member for the penguins to take a picture of sidney, brad, and me. i quickly set it as my phone lock screen. brad says his goodbyes and goes back into the building to meet up with his team.

i stomp up to sidney and hug him tightly, thanking him for bringing him over for me to meet and also apologizing for my little trick earlier. sidney laughs and hugs me back, smiling. "i didn't know you were such a big fan of him. i saw your face when he scored, i could tell you were holding back your excitement." he says, letting out a loud laugh and patting my head.

"sorry i never told you. i know you don't really like him and his team, so i decided not to tell you. sorry i didn't hide my excitement well..." i laugh nervously and sidney assures me that it was okay to like another player that's not him.

when we get home, sidney orders me a shadow box to put my signed jersey in. when it finally comes in a few days later, he lets me hang it in the living room and i look at him with a big smile on my face. i hug him the tightest i think i ever have, and kiss him, thanking him for being such an awesome boyfriend.

[paladin--strait]

hi can I ask for a #3 with jamie drysdale?

sorry this is short! lemme know if you had something else in mind and i'll see what i can do! thank you for your request and your patience! love ya! ❤️

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it was one of those quiet evenings at home where everything felt calm, but for some reason, a weight settled in my chest. i was curled up on the couch, wrapped in my favorite blanket, scrolling through my phone. everything seemed fine, yet i couldn't shake this random urge to cry bubbling up inside me.

then my boyfriend jamie walked in from the kitchen with a steaming hot mug of hot chocolate. his eyes lit up when he saw me, and he flashed that warm, reassuring smile that i love so much. “hey, you okay, baby?” he asked, noticing my distant stare. i try to brush it off and nod, but the next thing i knew, tears were streaming down my red face, and i couldn’t stop them.

without missing a beat, jamie sets his mug down and rushed over, wrapping his arms around me. his embrace felt like home. i leaned into him, trying to find comfort in his warm hug.

“it’s okay, my love. do you wanna tell me that's going on? hmm? why are you crying?” he says, rubbing my back gently. his warmth made the lump in my throat tighten even more, and i buried my face in his shoulder. it felt good to just let it all out, even if i couldn’t explain why i was crying.

“i don’t even know why i’m crying,” i manage to say, my voice muffled against his chest, wetting his shirt with my tears. jamie held me tighter, his heartbeat steady against my cheek.

“you don’t have to know,” he says softly. “sometimes, you just need a good cry. it happens.” his words hit home and it was nice to know that i didn’t have to justify my feelings. he was just there and ready to support me, no questions asked.

as the tears kept flowing, i felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. jamie kept holding me, running his fingers through my hair. “i’m here,” he whispered. “let it all out. i’ve got you.” his voice was calming, almost like a lullaby, and it made it easier to just surrender to the moment. the outside world faded away. the rustling leaves, the distant sounds of cars, and it was just us in our little warm bubble.

i take a deep breath, trying to ground myself, and with each exhale, the weight on my chest felt a little lighter. jamie whispers sweet things to me, reminding me that it was okay to feel what i was feeling, no matter how confusing it seemed. "you’re not alone." he says, and those words wrapped around me like a cozy blanket.

after a while, my tears started to slow down, and i peek back up to look into his eyes. they were full of understanding and kindness, and it made my heart swell. “thanks for being here.” i said, my voice still shaky but feeling a bit more steady. he smiled and gently wiped away a few tears from my cheeks.

“i'll always be here for you, baby.” he replied, his thumb brushing against my skin. in that moment, i knew that no matter how heavy life felt, i had someone by my side who would always be there to catch me before i fall and remind me it was okay to just let it all out.

[paladin--strait]

Could a fluff Hughes brothers fic

here's a little something for you 🤭 sorry it's short

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jack sits beside me at the dinner table, holding a fork in one hand and his other hand is on my thigh. he's talking to his mom, who's sitting across the table beside her husband.

i love having dinner with the hughes family. the amount of love they have for each other is evident by the way they treat each other.

luke laughs some joke that he can't finish telling us.

quinn stares down at his food, almost like he's tuned everything around him out, but we all know he's listening.

mrs. ellen looks at her husband, happy that their family is back together, even if it's only for a few days.

mr. jim looks at her the same, but he pairs it with this laugh that lights up a room.

and jack, he smiles at me, thinking in his mind that he's happy i'm here with them.

i've become part of the hughes family and i could never be happier. jack is the best boyfriend ever, even though i haven't had many, i just know he's the one.

the way he looks at me when i do something stupid, it's a look of happiness mixed with love and laughter. i don't think i could ask for a better boyfriend than jack, he's perfect.

the way he treats his family, my family, his friends and teammates, it makes me admire him even more. when i see him interact with a young fan, my heart jumps with excitement at the fact that i might have a child with this man someday.

the way he treats children is unmatched. he talks to them excitedly, asking them all sorts of questions about hockey. i love to see they way his face lights up when a fan tells them he's their favorite player.

when i see the look on his face and the twinkle in his eyes, i know something's up. but a week later, when i see him down on one knee, with a ring in a little black heart shaped box in his hand, smiling up at me, i know what he was planning that night in his head.

[paladin--strait]

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timo meier

"like what you see?"

crying in each others arms

meeting his team

leftovers

going to the eras tour 🔥

work problems (they don't deserve you, i'll take care of you.)

"i'm sick, don't get near me!"

"who are you?"

matt rempe

matt gets chirped about reader 🔥

long distance

reader gets hurt during her hockey game 🔥

jamie drysdale

"listen to me, everything is going to be alright."

taking care of sick jamie

warm 🔥

early mornings on the beach

taking care of reader on her period 🔥

raging flame 🔥

crying in his arms

luke hughes

soulmates series (new update out now!)

sidney crosby

wearing another players jersey

arturs silovs

comparing hand sizes 🔥

happy child, happy couple. 🔥

nico hischer

reader gets hurt and nico takes care of her

cooking for his team 🔥

quinn hughes

wearing another players jersey

the one bed problem (tkachuk!reader) 🔥

"i'm sick, don't get near me." "i don't care."

jack hughes

reader bakes for the devils team after a huge win 🔥

dinner with the hughes family 🔥

[paladin--strait]

prompt 14 with arturs silovs? 🤲🏼💞

a lil something short for our baby goalie arty 🥹💙

tw: none, just fluff, hand comparisons

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the sun shone through the white, dusty, blinds as arturs and i lay in the bed, snuggled into each other, trying to keep warm in the cold january morning. the blinding sun helps to heat us up, but doesn't quite do the job.

arturs cracks some joke about the sun and moon, and we both giggle. i tuck my face into his neck, breathing in his soft cologne, still left over from our date the previous night. his bare chest presses against mine.

skin on skin contact has always been one of our favorite things to do together. it brings such a beautiful bond of intimacy into our relationship without the stress of intercourse. not that we don't like having sex with each other, to us that's a different means of an 'intimate bond'.

when i pull away from his neck, i look into his eyes and they're glassy with happiness and contentment from the moment we're having. his hand pulls away from my lower back, reaching its way for my hand.

i smile at him, cheeks ablaze with the delight of our slow morning. i clasp my fingers with his, and he brings our hands up to look at them, "baby...you have tiny hands..." he giggles almost, the laugh that escapes his throat is cheerful, full with bliss.

our hands disconnect, and we align our fingers together, comparing the size of our hands, his hands don't seem to be much larger than mine, but his fingers are long and slim.

we smile while our hands touch and we both lean in for a kiss. when our lips meet, we stay there. it's not a needy, rushed kiss, but one that is slow and gentle, it lingers even after we pull apart. we intertwine our fingers once again, pressing our foreheads together and savoring the moment while it lasts.

[paladin--strait]

Prompt 5: “listen to me, everything is going to be alright.” W/ Jamie Drysdale @ reader

sorry this is so short! i couldn't really think of what i wanted jamie to comfort reader for and i'm sorry for it taking me so long to get this out!! seriously, so sorry! y'all i literally cried writing this...

tw: bad car accident, surgery, mentions of death, readers best friend is implied to be a christian but it's not said, comfort

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when i got the call from my best friend's boyfriend that she had been in a horrific car accident early this morning and that she was the only one still living, my heart sank.

he told me they had taken her into emergency surgery and that she's been in there for a while. but he knew she would want me to be there, even though i would be freaking out.

jamie helped me pack a few things, not knowing how long we would be there and then drove me to the hospital. my leg bounced up and down and my nails were bitten down to a quick. my breathing was heavy and ragged, waiting for the nurses, doctors, and her boyfriend, adam, to tell me that she's gonna be okay.

when we pulled up to the hospital, we got out of the car quickly. jamie grabbed the bags, and we made our way inside. when i tried to sign us in, writing down names, addresses, and phone numbers, jamie had to set down the bags and write for me.

my shaking hands could no longer function from the amount of anxiety i was under. i can't even imagine what adam and her family must be going through.

the walk to the waiting room was long and despite the blazing heat outside, surprisingly freezing. earlier before we left, i snatched up a blanket from the couch in the living room, not sure if it was going to be cold in the waiting room or not. and now i'm glad i brought it.

adam's head perks up when he sees jamie and i, walking over to us. "adam, how is she? is she going to be okay? how are you holding up? where's her family?" my mouth is running at a hundred miles per hour before jamie stops me.

"baby, slow down, let him answer all your questions and then maybe you'll feel better." jamie sets down the bags in a chair, walking over to me and holding my hand. "i'm sure he knows the answers to your questions." jamie says with a smile, trying to comfort me.

i look back at adam, waiting for him to speak. but i don't see the face jamie made at him, hoping that he has the answers or to just make something up for now for my sake. adam sees how worried i am, and begins to speak.

"she's still in surgery, but as far as i know, she's doing well and she's gonna be okay. her family is on their way, a couple hours out on the plane." he says, slowly, making sure i process all the information.

"and you? how are you, adam?" i place a hand on his elbow, looking up at him with a disheartened expression. i nods, telling me that he's okay, just hoping that she makes it out of the surgery okay.

i nod, taking in the information a little bit at a time. a few minutes later, we're in our seats in the waiting room. jamie is holding my hand and rubbing my palm with his thumb. he's talking to me about afternoon skate from yesterday. he always tells me about it when he comes home, but i was asleep last night.

i hear what he's saying, and i'm processing the information, but it's like it goes in one ear and out the other. "baby? did you hear what i said?" jamie says, poking his head out in front of mine, trying to search for attention from my distant eyes.

"yeah, uhm..." i say, snapping back into reality and rubbing my temple. "he took a really big fall and had to go to the medic..." i say, recalling the story about his teammate from my memory and turning to face him.

jamie has always cared about me on a deeper level than the usual boyfriend. he knows me inside and out. every flaw and every perfection. but, i've never seen him look at me like this before.

his face has contorted into a look of genuine concern and sadness. the waterline of his dark eyes is full with sparkling tears that have not yet fallen down his chubby cheeks. "baby...i'm sorry, about your friend. she's gonna be okay, i just know it." his words are soft like velvet, and smooth like caramel.

my eyes water, tears threatening to fall. "jamie...i'm so scared..." he pulls me into his arms, wrapping me in tight embrace. "what if..."

"sweetheart, no what ifs. only a when. when she's better, i'm sure that she'll be grateful to you for being here." he pulls away, cupping my wet face in his soft hands. "i'm sure of it. listen to me, everything is going to be alright." he pulls me into his arms once more while i cry, my anxious tears finally being let out.

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hours have gone by and i'm now on the floor. i'm accompanied by jamie, who's behind me, leaning against the wall to prevent my back from hurting as much. his hands are resting on my hips while his face is nestled in my neck.

a nurse busts through the doors, and the three of us whip our head up, as we've been doing for every nurse that walks in. she looks at adam and calls my best friends name, we all stand quickly, walking to the nurse and waiting to listen to what she has to say.

"the surgery...was a success." her words calm us. i put a hand of my heart, feeling my steadying heartbeat. "but, unfortunately, she had a brain bleed, which we had not caught. it spread quickly throughout her brain. and...i'm so sorry, but..." the world around me buzzes while it becomes blurry.

i don't need to hear the rest of her words, only the cries of adam, while he falls to his knees on the white, cold, floor of the waiting room. tears leave my eyes slowly. it's unusual, you would think i would be sobbing, screaming my best friend's name while i fall backwards.

but instead of that, i find myself almost at peace with her passing. i can almost see her standing over adam, a hand on his shoulder while he cries. she's looking at me, no emotions on her pale face. i can tell that she was fighting. fighting for her life. but, the world had other plans for her.

she always loved the quote, "take her to the moon for me." and i can hear her saying it to me, speaking about her boyfriend, who kneels alone on the cool floor. i smile, tears barely falling as i kneel down to place an arm around adam.

"adam, she fought. she fought harder than her and we ever thought she could. her body was tired, and it needs its rest. i can tell you right now, she's always going to be with you. she wouldn't want us to be sad, she would want us to be happy that she's no longer in pain anymore, thats she's going to a place where she won't feel pain at all." my words soften his cries while he looks at me, eyes bloodshot and lip wobbling.

he thanks me, hugging me tighter than he ever had before. "thank you...thank you..." i nod and rub his back, sniffing.

i stand back up and look at jamie and he's looking at me, i can see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes. i can tell he's unsure of whether he should cry or not, he barely knew her. but my jamie is a sweet boy, who cares about anyone and everyone that he's ever met or never met before.

i nod at him, signaling that he can let his tears go. he breaks down, sobs racking his body. i sniffle and hold him while we both cry in each others arms.

i can't help but imagine that she's there, waiting for us to leave so she can hand me her memories. the ones that i don't remember but she does, and the ones neither of us remember at all. she's waiting for me to be alone to remind me of all the good and bad times we've had. each of those moments creating a memory that may be forgotten, but truly lasts forever in our hearts.

[paladin--strait]

promt: i’ll take care of you

w/ Jamie Drysdale. reader takes care of sick jamie

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jamie rarely gets sick. but when he does, it's bad. so when jamie starts coughing and sneezing, complaining about a runny nose, he knows to call in sick.

he hates calling in sick, especially during the season. he hates the feeling of watching his team play on the tv, knowing he could be there to help them and to play with them. so when he gets sick, i try to take his mind off of the fact he's missing games.

when i left the house to get ingredients for the chicken noodle soup jamie loves so much when he sick, he was watching tv on the couch. but when i get back, he's nowhere to be seen.

the keys rattle when i set them in the decorative dish that jamie surprised me with when we first got our apartment. "jamie? i'm home?" i call out to him and stand in the silence, waiting for his response. but i get nothing. "jamie?" i call out again while i set the groceries down on the kitchen counter. i'll put those up later.

the door to our shared bedroom down the hallway is cracked open, and light peeks out. i shrug and walk in, "jamie?" i say quietly, just in case he's sleeping somewhere. he has a tendency of sleep walking when he's sick and can sometimes end up in the strangest places.

i found him sleeping in the hallway closet with the door closed one time and another time i found him in the bathtub.

i hear a pained groan coming from the bathroom and the door is lightly kicked open. i walk over and see him on the floor by the toilet, eyes red and shirt off. "it feels like my stomach is trying to digest itself..." he says, eyes closed and lips quivering.

"oh baby, i'm sorry. let's get you in bed and i'll go make your soup. maybe it'll help you feel better." i say, holding his hand and helping him up. i pat his head softly when he lays it down on my shoulder. i take him to the bed and sit him down, going to grab a washcloth from the hallway closet quickly.

"but i'm fine..." he says with a raspy throat. "i think i'll go back to work tomorrow." when i walk back in the room, i give him a look and he lays back down when he sees my face. "never mind, i think i'll just stay here."

"that's what i thought. jamie, i don't think you'll be going back this week. you're really sick." i wet the washcloth and walk over to him to wipe his face a bit. he whines, and i purse my lips, giving him a sorry look. "i'm sorry baby. i know you miss your team and playing, but the more you rest and take care of yourself the sooner you'll be better. remember the last time you went back too early? you threw up on the ice during a game."

jamie chuckles a little which makes me smile a bit. i lay down next to him and we talk for a bit before he falls asleep, and i make my way to the kitchen to make his soup.

while i'm cooking, i remember the first time i was told about this magical soup. it was the first time jamie called in sick while we were dating. i called his mom to ask if there was anything i could get him or do for him that would help him feel better.

she quickly sent me the recipe for this soup that she made him every time he was sick as a child. as soon as i got off the phone with her, i made my way to store to get the ingredients. and now everytime i make it for him, he always tells me how much it reminds him of home.

its seems the more i make it, the more it turns out like how his mom used to make it for him. it makes me happy to see him feeling better after eating it. i sing along to some music on the radio while i finish up the soup, adding in the last bit of spices and putting it in a bowl for jamie and making myself a bowl too.

when i walk into the bedroom jamie is awake and on his phone, but when he looks over at me and sees the bowl in my hand, he knows what it is. i don't even have to tell him to sit up and put a pillow in his lap so the bowl doesn't burn his thighs.

jamie has a designated pillow for his soup. he only uses it when he's sick and needs something to help the bowl not to burn his legs. he calls the pillow 'noodle' as in 'chicken noodle soup'. it's silly but he named it and it helps him to not be in pain with burns on his thighs later so i don't say anything about it.

jamie tells me how good the soup smells and that he already feels better. i sit beside him with my own bowl of soup and put on the flyers game so jamie can watch his teammates play. sometimes jamie doesn't want to watch the game if they're losing, because it makes him upset to see some of the mistakes his team makes and to know that he could be there to help them.

but this time they're winning, so he's happy. when i look over at jamie a few minutes later, he looks so content with his bowl of soup in his lap and his hockey game on the tv. i can't help but secretly take a photo to send to mama drysdale.

she replies quickly, sending me the emoji with the watering eyes with a red heart. she then thanks me for taking care of her 'sweet boy'. i tell her that it's no problem and that i would always take care of him.

the spoon in his now empty bowl of soup makes a swooshing sound as it rolls around the top of the bowl when he sits it down on the bedside table. jamie looks over at me, "thank you baby. you know it tastes so much like the soup that my mom made for me when i was younger." he smiles softly and kisses my cheek. "i know i always say that, but i swear it tastes more and more like hers every time you make it."

i smile and thank him, "i wish i could taste hers to see if you're lying to me, jimbo." i laugh, "i'm just messing with you. but seriously, don't trick me jimothy drysdale."

jamie laughs at the nicknames, which makes me bellow out a laugh too. he lays down on top of me, putting his head on my chest and he shuffles around, getting comfortable. "thank you for taking care of me, sweetheart."

"jamie, i'll always take care of you." i say, smiling down at him. and its true, time and time after that, i took care of jamie. and i'll take care of him in the future too.