#philippe imagine

[rosemaze-reveries]

During an interview, the manor guests suddenly get a question about you. (Part 2)

hello hello! here is part 2 as promised. there are less characters than I hoped to write, but in exchange each blurb is a little longer than pt.1 !

part 1 can be found here

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Q. Could you describe your relationship with (Y/N)?

🦌 Bane rubs his chin, tracing his memory. "Hm... Indeed, I'm familiar with that name. I'd suppose that's someone I knew when I worked for the DeRosses." He crosses his arms with a low, contemplative grunt, as if struggling to remember anything else. "I'd need a photograph." I happen to have a couple on hand, and he takes them gently. A long period of silence follows. After leafing through the photos for some time, he says: "I remember. They were always talking about marriage." With you? "Mm. I was never interested, but I never said no. Eventually I made them a ring from a scrap of iron. I hoped they'd stop visiting me if I satisfied them... It's too dangerous to come to the forest everyday." Then he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring of his own. "In exchange, they gave one back." He's been cherishing it all this time, even when he'd forgotten its origin.

🪼 Ivy - "I'm no stranger to feeling like I'm missing my other half, you know. That sense of loss is one of the only constants I have left. (Y/N) fills my emptiness, and without them it increases twofold." I open my mouth to ask, Do you think you could be soulmates? but then my eyes dart to the Yithian and I realize my mistake. Sorry, was that insensitive? Ivy is not amused with my implication that she might be interested in claiming (Y/N)'s soul. "My dear interviewer, I am a scholar, not a monster. Whatever you're insinuating, you're gravely mistaken."

🤡 Joker's face suddenly hardens, in spite of the fragile, twiddling-thumbs demeanor he'd shown me thus far. His hands ball into shaking fists and his lips purse, as if he's psyching himself up for a fight. Are you okay? I ask, preemptively guarding myself with my clipboard. Tears brim his eyes and the strength falls from his shoulders. He mutters out, "All I wanted was to be their sword and shield, their angel of light, and they left me out of my mind. Hahaha... Wanna know the biggest joke of all? I'd let them drive me crazy all over again."

🦎 Luchino's mouth stretches into a lazy grin. "That one's a cutie, eh? Had the pleasure of meeting them yet?" I shake my head, reminding him that (Y/N) is the focus of my current investigation. I guess his laidback attitude fooled me into saying too much. He promptly straightens his back, the smile fading. "Yeah... Yeah, from one researcher to another, I get the intrigue," he says. "But I can't say I fancy another guy using my love as a test subject."

🪞 Mary - "Do you take pleasure in nosing around a lady's private affairs? I'd expect more tact, even for an interviewer." The chill in her tone startles me. I sputter out something in my defense, but Mary huffs and waves me into silence. "(Y/N) is enjoying the privilege of being my right-hand. They're my favorite one so far, too. I dismissed the others without a second thought."

🤕 Naib - "On good terms." Wringing out any insightful answers from this man is tougher than I thought. In hopes of inspiring more of a reaction, I tell a small lie: When I interviewed (Y/N), they described a rather colorful affection for you... Almost immediately, Naib breaks eye contact and crosses his arms. But I still only get a guttural "Hm." in response. Can you confirm if this is true? I press. His answer is, once again, a curt "Hm." (Slightly more affirmative, I would say).

🕯️ Philippe - "My work has always stood as a testament to my love," he caresses the wax figure grafted onto his shoulder, "but shielding someone in life is a far greater challenge than honoring my losses. My worries are endless." Suddenly reminded of his sister's tragedy, I offer a sympathetic smile. Do you believe (Y/N) is in danger? Philippe returns my smile, though I can't make out the intent. "Of course. Evil lurks around every corner. At the very least, it won't reach them while I'm around."

🎭 Sangria - A fond smile graces her face as she recounts her memory. "It was clear to me after some time that I had disastrously entranced them." Then she adds, lightly, "I hadn't meant to, of course. At the time, I thought, I'm not looking for love—no, I'd had enough of it all—but soon, their smile would appear in my mind every time I sang. When someone gives you that much inspiration? You'd be a fool to let them go." She has a playful tone of voice, but I can tell (Y/N) means a great deal to her.

[trueangel420]

Edward Philippe Mott / fem reader, you’ve resist his ‘charm’ and ignored his letters for far too long, imagine, wc 1354

You sat in the carriage, your hands grasping around your feather, swaying it in front of you as the heat of South Carolina got to you slowly but surely. You had received several letters, so many that your parents had no choice but to send you to him—Lord Edward Philippe Mott. He was a well-to-do man, in other words, wealthy beyond measure. When he moved to the middle of nowhere, he kept in touch with his only friend, you.

Many people admired Edward, men and women alike, and he was sought after. Your parents ensured you stayed connected, hoping you would wed him and provide an heir. But you wanted nothing to do with Edward in that way…. he was your childhood friend, and his erratic behavior was worrisome. The letters he wrote piled up in your drawer, leaving no room for you to even answer back, the ink in his feather lessening more and more.

As the carriage bumped along the dusty road, you loosened your corset, trying to comfort yourself from the heat. Your gown, a fine muslin dress in the latest style with short sleeves and a high waist, clung uncomfortably to your skin. You longed for the cooler mornings of home, where you could enjoy a leisurely breakfast of cornmeal mush and honey or sip on a cup of hot tea.

Arriving at Edward’s estate, you were struck by its grandeur. The house was large, built in the vintage style with tall windows and a wide veranda. Servants bustled about, and you were ushered into a parlor where a spread of refreshments awaited. There were platters of ham, sweet potato pudding, and freshly churned butter. The table was set with delicate china cups for the sweet tea.

Edward sat there, wearing an expression you had only seen before on people right before they faint. “Madam,” he whispered, his voice filled with longing and shock. He looked around the room at the maids, shooing them away immediately, his voice booming through the room.

“Leave us,” he commanded. The maids scurried out, their skirts rustling and heads bowed, leaving you alone with Edward. His eyes, usually so full of mischief, were now wide and haunted.“You’ve gotten my letters? The ink for my quill?” he asked, standing up and moving towards you, leaving only an inch between you two.

“Ah, Lord Mott—” He leaned down, eyes focusing on you as he fixed his waistcoat.

“Skip the formalities, my treasure.”

You felt a lump start to form in your throat. You had forgotten why you were here—you had to confront him about the words he wrote and the way he spoke of you. “Edward, you mustn’t send me any more letters,” you said slowly, watching his reaction.

“I will do what I please,” he snapped, though his tone remained soft as he took in your appearance. “You will stay here for a fortnight.”

“Edward, please understand,” you implored, your voice trembling. “Your words… They cause me great distress. I cherish our friendship, but your letters… they speak of things I cannot repeat.” You had only read one letter, one out of the thousands he sent—he could tell because he had spoken so loosely with his quill that he didn’t expect you to show up.

“Do you not wish to stay here with me? Am I not worthy of your affections?” His voice trembled slightly, Edward was used to getting what he wanted, and when he wanted it.

He was more than worthy to you; he was everything you had ever wanted. But it was improper. A lady such as yourself was not part of the ton—you were middle class, with no lords in your family. Yet Edward treated you as though you were like him.

“Edward, you are more than worthy,” you said softly, your voice catching. “But our worlds are different. I am not of noble birth, and to stay here with you would invite scandal.” He stepped closer, his expression earnest. “This isn’t your home, this is mine, and it is only us here. I don’t care for the ton; I don’t care about any of that, for it shall not exist if I am here with you. So stay here, please. I do not beg; I am not used to begging, but I am begging you,” he croaked, his rich dark brown eyes staring into yours intently, the same eyes that made you gasp for air.

Your resolve wavered as you looked into his eyes, feeling the depth of his emotions. “Edward, it is not that simple. My staying here could ruin your reputation, your future.”

He shook his head fiercely. “What is a future without you in it? I would rather face scandal and disgrace than live without you. You are my heart, my soul, my everything.” Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you felt the intensity of his words. “Edward, I... may I be excused?”

“Yes, you may…” You practically bolted to the guest room at this, your hands shutting the mahogany door quickly, covering your eyes. You stayed in the room until night, carefully lighting your candles. There was something so serene about your situation—he wanted you desperately, so deeply, and you wanted him. But at what cost? What if you failed to provide an heir? What if his family frowned upon you? They liked you as his friend, but as his wife? What would people make of it?

You let your hair down, the tight curls cascading down your neck as you stared into the mirror. As you undid your corset, you heard a small knock. You looked back at the door, seeing a paper being slid underneath it. The ink was bright red, and the page only held one sentence. You slowly walked toward the paper, holding it up, your eyes reading it carefully. “When I saw you, I fell in love, and you smiled because you knew,” you read aloud, your eyes widening in disbelief at the boldness of the words.

Edward waited patiently outside the door, his curly mousy brown hair was out now devoid of that awful wig. He had changed out of his formal wear into a simple white shirt and breeches, the fabric soft against his skin. The sight of him in relaxed attire brought an unexpected warmth to your heart. He longed to burst through the door and see your reaction, but before he could gather the courage, you opened it, letting him in and shutting it firmly behind you.

“What am I to make of this?” you asked, holding the note aloft, the bright red ink glimmering in the candlelight.“Make of it that I love you,” he said simply, his eyes wandering over your figure. The sight of a lady with her hair down, the soft fabric of your nightgown flowing around you, made him feel more starved than ever before.

The dim candlelight accentuated the delicate curves of your body, he stared you down. His heart raced as he took in the moment, caught between desire and the weight of telling you how he feels.

“Make of it… that you love me?” you repeated, disbelief lacing your voice.

He nodded, moving closer, invading your space until his chest was nearly pressed against yours. “Make of it that I do. Make of it that you love me too,” he said softly.“Sans toi, je ne suis rien,” he added, his voice a tender whisper. “Tu es la lumière de ma vie.”

You felt warmth spread through you, not fully understanding his French words, but sensing the depth of his affection. The passion in his tone made your heart race. “I love you,” you said, a smile breaking across your face. The candlelight made him look almost angelic, illuminating his features in a soft glow. “Je t’aime plus que les mots ne peuvent le dire,” he breathed, finally wrapping his arms around you in a warm embrace. You melted into him, feeling safe and cherished as he wished you to be.

[letsgetrowdy43]

Prologue— we're just getting started

Au Master list

This is an eventual Mark Estapa x Reader story, very much a slow-burn romance

It started with intense nausea, waves of sickness rolling over her for moments at a time and it ended with her pacing around the bathroom of the Umich hockey senior house with the pregnancy test sitting on the counter, the timer for three minutes set as she watched the countdown begin. Second, by second her stomach dropped with each tick of the clock.

Her roommates had been a little too overbearing as of late due to her 'sickness', so sure this little illness was the result of a largely regretted hookup with her best friend, meaning that taking this test in the comfort of her apartment wasn't an option right now. Instead, she hid away from the world in a bathroom that reeked of axe body spray and had dirty clothes all over the floor.

None of this was in her life plan, it wasn't write-in her five-year plan that she promised a naive and younger version of herself. This scenario was written in the stars, fate running through her veins as she stared from the count down back at the test.

All of the boys exited the house about five minutes prior, screams of endearment to the 'sick' girl as they exited the house and headed off to their afternoon practice all except for Nolan and Nick who could now be heard downstairs, voices sounding as the door slammed behind them. A greasy 'pick me up' breakfast in their clutch, promising a McMuffin was just the perfect remedy to help settle her stomach after a morning of puking her guts up in their bathroom.

Nurse Nolan and Nick were screaming once again for her to come to join them downstairs, promises of coffee and food to lure her from her hiding spot. "If you wait any longer the ice in your coffee is gonna melt!" Nick yelled from the bottom of the stairs. "A little patience would be nice blanks" she yelled out, surprised that her voice was able to reach above a choked whisper.

She stared down at the piece of plastic for a second, her heart beating against the cage of her chest like it was trying to break free of its constraints, loud thuds filled her ears as the timer hit ten seconds, then five, three. And then the world went silent, the thuds turned into rings, and in a split second, the sign turned from a loading symbol to a big fat positive sign.

The little computerized screen mocked her. '2-3 weeks' It was like a slap straight to the face. The test dropped from her hands back onto the counter as she fell to her knees, finding her head hung over the toilet once more.

Nolan heard a loud bang come from upstairs, followed by the familiar sounds of agony as she threw up. But this time it ended differently, there was no call out to let the boys know that she was okay, she went silent and then followed it with muffled cries making Nick stop in his tracks and head up the stairs.

"You okay in there?" he asked as he knocked gently on the door, his hand fumbling with the locked knob as a beat of silence passed. “I did something stupid,” she said through the door, her voice already giving up on her, she slowly opened the bathroom door and collapsed into nicks arms, gasping for air as he steadied himself, “like unbelievably stupid, and I need you to take me to the hospital,” she mumbled into the man's chest.

Nolan stood in the doorway of the bathroom his hands gripped the bottle of water harshly as a worried expression filled in his blank face, his stomach in knots as he watched the colour drain from her cheeks.

Nick's fingers gently raked through her hair as she shook uncontrollably into his frame, her fingers gripping at his workout shirt as he held her up to support her, gasping for air as she cried into him.

“What kind of stupid are we talking about, cause me and Nolan can fix anything” she pulled her face out from its hidden place under Nick's chin, worry-filled his face as he searched her for any signs of physical hurt. She cringed and handed Nolan the positive pregnancy test that was being held in her firm grip, "you can't fix this."

“Holy fuck”

She frowned with a sigh and leaned up against the bathroom counter, the sleeves of a sweater shed stolen from Kent being used as a tissue, wiping away the salty tears that kept rolling down her cheeks, her skin itching from the irritation. The mess of mascara under her eyes is smudged more as Nick uses his thumb to wipe some of it away, a light frown on his face as he pulled her back into his arms.

"I'm so unbelievably fucked Nick," she whispered as he pulled away to shake his head. "You're not doing this by yourself if that's what you're trying to imply," She knew exactly what he meant, if she was going through with this, every guy on the Umich hockey team was going through it too, she was one of them, and Nick was going to make sure that every guy knew that.

“Is there anyone you want us to get? Your mom? Maybe your secret lover...” Nick dragged out suspiciously waiting to see if she would spill who the father was. Her eyes went wide as a gasp left her lips, her stomach suddenly feeling in knots once again, “oh my god I have to tell Philippe” her hands came up to her mouth the muffle the incoming cries.

“You slept with Lapointe?!” the two best friends exclaimed in unison as she looked up at them with a glare, “sorry not the time” Nolan whispered and patted her shoulder. "you have the emotion support ability of a rock, y'know that?" Nick said elbowing Nolan to go and hug the girl.

“Philippe and I were a one-time thing, you guys had just done your first home game, and I had done a lot of pregaming” she shrugged defeatedly and took the test back from Nolan, her bottom lip now pulled between her teeth as he squeezed her up against his chest.

A small laugh left her mouth as she recalled the entire affair, "we were so drunk, I woke up the next morning alone, in Holtzy's bed and we never spoke about it again," she grinned remembering her run-in with Owen and Kent the next morning as she rolled out of Steve's room with no pants and no excuse but to come clean.

"You're telling me that you fucked Phil in Steve's bed! And half of the Sophomores know! This is gold, truly" Nick laughed gaining a smack from Nolan. "Who has a lack of emotional capacity now dickhead!"

Nolan took the girl by her shoulder and gently pried her away from him, looking her in the eyes, "are you sure it's his?" "Yeah, you haven't finally given into Estapa's flirting yet have you?" Nick grinned, he loved picking on her for Mark's, not-very-well-hidden crush on her, all the boy knew though that she harboured a little adoration for the freshman who couldn't take a hint to save his life She glared over at him, "I got pregnant, that doesn't entitle me to sleep with half of the Umich rooster" she frowned as Nick grinned back all her.

"But I'm positive that it's Phils, I haven't had sex with anyone in like six months" a bitter-sweet smile on her face as Nolan led her out of the bathroom to get ready to head to the hospital

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"It's mine isn't it?" Philippe mumbled as she walked into the kitchen, a tired expression on her face as she feigned sleep, praying that a cup of tea or something could soothe her to sleep. She'd recently moved into the spare room in the senior's house after much begging from Nick. Philippe had grown suspicious of the boys new found protectiveness over the girl, his inkling had been settled after overhearing a call between Owen and Nick, solidifying and answering all of his questions,

"I was gonna- how did you-?" she stared at him, and sat at the kitchen table with barely any lights on, the mug in her hand fell to the floor making her jump, abandoning the idea of tea she cautiously moved closer to him.

She nodded gently trying to rack her brain around the fact that this conversation was about to happen. The make-it-or-break-it moment, she thought to herself as she stepped away from the man to grab a small piece of laminated paper, a six-week sonogram of their baby.

"Blanks called Owen while we were on the way to practice yesterday to ask if he could drive you to your ultrasound appointment" he whispered as his hands reached out to touch her, his vision was slightly blurry from the nerves. She stood in front of him, silent, not wanting to disrupt the peace. Her fingers gently racked through his curls that had been crushed with his hat and she placed the small photo in his palm. Begging eyes as she retreated away from him, a sad smile on her face as she watched his gaze soften at the tiny black and white photo.

The man's thumb ran over the little screening of the baby before looking back up at her, her face riddled with guilt as she waited for some sort of reaction. Quietly praying that his reaction was anything but negative, she didn't even need words, just some sort of reassurance,

His lips pulled into a small smile, watching as the worry in her chest deflected and she smiled back. He reached out for her hand, intertwining their fingers as he pulled her closer to him, "you call the shots here, okay, I will back you up a hundred percent of the time, you just gotta tell me the game plan" she rolled her eyes at his sports reference.

"Thank you" she whispered and leaned forward to gently kiss the top of his head, his hand found the small of her back, his hand brushing against her soft skin as he soothed the goosebumps on her skin, the two of them basking in silence for a moment longer.

"I think I'm going to keep it" she pulled away from his touch to look Philippe in the eyes, "I can't explain it, but this feels like something that I need to do" she whispered. "You don't have to explain to me" he mumbled back. "What I'm trying to say is that doesn't mean you have to be involved, I want you in the picture, but if you can't I understand" she gave him a sad lopsided smile, her fingers fixing the chain around his neck as his brows furrow. "No no, I'm going be here for you, and I'll always be there for them" he pulled her into his lap and hugged her tightly.

"I'm not gonna sit back and make you handle all of this alone," he said lowly as she cried into his neck, mumbled thank you leaving her lips as he squeezed her tighter

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Philippe grabbed his hockey bag and got ready to head him before Brendan grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back onto the bench, “sit down Lapointe we need to have a chat” Grano smiled softly as Philippe looked at the room to see the entire team staring at him

“Is everything okay?” he asked, his hand raking through his damp curls as his expression grew worried. “Hush I’m the one asking the questions,” Nick said sitting down next to him, obviously trying to intimidate the poor boy who grew nervous under the stares of his entire team

“Anyways we need to talk about your new-found situation” Nick smiled and looked around the room to the rest of the guys who waited for a response. “We’ve already discussed it,” Phil shrugged, his cheeks tinted a rose shade as he looked around at the room, all of the guys waiting for some sort of confirmation that he is in fact going to be a dad.

“Are you gonna marry her?” Mark was the first to speak up after the long pause of tense silence, Phil's eyes narrowed as he looked over to the boy. “Shut up,” KJ smacked him in the arm. “Be honest we are all thinking it!” Jay laughed which gained him a smack as well.

“She doesn’t want to be together romantically” Philippe shrugged and stared down at his feet, painfully aware of the awkward tension that now filled the air. “Good” Nolan chirped, with a big grin. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “I’m the one asking questions” The captain silenced both of the boys.

“Why are we doing this exactly?” Phil sighs and looks around the room at the freshmen who look equally as uncomfortable.

“We are just making sure your interests are where they should be,” Brendan grinned and pointed at the photo of the latest sonogram that happened to be Philippe's Lock Screen, “I mean Phil you’re going to be a dad, this is some life-changing shit!” “I know, and I’m all in, she knows that” “Good, that’s all we needed to hear” Nolan’s patted the boy on the back, a grin on his face as she gently shakes his fellow teammate's shoulders.

“Does this make him daddy?” Dylan joked from the far corner of the room making all of the boys erupt into cheers.

Nick turned to the boy who looked ready to make a run from the locker room as soon as possible, “we mainly just want you to know that we have your back, we’re your team, we’re brothers, so you or her need anything let us know” he nodded at the door, a sign for Phil to final go home to the girl waiting for him.

“Thanks, guys,” he said standing up and walking towards the door, but not before hearing a startling “TEAM BABY!” leave Brendan’s mouth.

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Championship season came and went, her boys were Big Ten Champs and managed to clinch a spot in the frozen four. But soon after came the time no one was looking forward to.

The boys were off to join the big leagues, literally.

“I’m so mad at you guys right now” she frowned as Matty hugged her once more, "but I'm also so proud of all of you" she smiled into his shoulder.

“We are the worst, we know” Owen mumbled as she walked over to hug him again. A smile spread across her face as she ruffled his outgrown hair, he looked up at her with a wide grin, “at least you’re self-aware.”

Everything was gonna be different, the boys that had been a constant in her life ever since orientation week was leaving. all of them leaving to be on different sides of the country.

"You still have Phil, Truscott, and Holtzy" Kent mumbled as she went over to him once again. All the boys cringed at the sentence as her face dropped, "you really think telling me that I'm stuck with the idiot who knocked me up and the other two smart asses is gonna fix it?" he hugged her to shut hut her up, swaying back and forth as she wrapped her arms around his neck, "I'm about to have a baby and you're all leaving me"

“You need anything ever, call okay,” Thomas said seriously, motioning to all the boys, "we will drop anything to come and fix it" All the boys nodded as she pouted at them, "I love you guys" she said as the tears started.

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Summer rolled around quickly meaning that it was time for her to head back to St. Clair, Michigan hometown to not only herself but also her favourite freshman Mark Estapa.

"Mark I swear to god drive so carefully," Philippe said putting her suitcase in the back of the frosh's car, "you have precious cargo on board, so help me god if I hear that something happened I will fly down here and kill you with my bare hands Estapa" he warned one last time before placing a kiss to her cheek and lowering himself to her stomach to whisper a few good words of affection.

She looked over to the boy awkwardly standing there and rolled her eyes, Mark smiled and waited for the man to be eye to eye with him once again, "I promise I’ll be careful, you have my word" he said before Philippe pulled him into one of those really awkward side hugs "Good, see you both in a few weeks," he said helping her into the car and shutting the door behind her.

She waved to him through the window before letting out a loud sigh. "he really took to that paternal instinct" Mark joked making her let out a groan her expression filled with annoyance at his already very overwhelming state of panic. "He's gonna be a good dad, he's just nervous" her expression and looked over to Mark who seemed really tense.

There was a question just sitting on the edge of his tongue, he knew it wasn't appropriate to be asking if the expecting mother was still single but since he first met her at a party during his frosh week, he knew he was done for, she was gonna have a chokehold on him until the moment she graduated.

"So are you guys like together now?" "God no," she laughed, he had tried to convince her that it could work out, but she knew it was just wishful thinking, "don't get me wrong he's great, but we just wouldn't work."

Mark nodded awkwardly, the rest of the drive was filled with small talk, and complaints about pregnancy hormones, mark ranted about how messy Ethan kept the dorm, and then they both bitched about the lack of plans that they had over the summer.

"thank you for the drive Mark" she grinned as he pulled up outside her house, she got out of the car and he followed after her, "what are you doing?" she asked as he opened the trunk. "I'm not gonna make a pregnant woman carry her own suitcase," he said like the answer was obvious, as he hoisted the bag out of the trunk and let her lead the way to the front door. "oh" she turned a light shade of pink, "thank you"

she made it to the front door, she hugged mark and bid him goodbye as her mom swung the door open making the two pull away from each other, "oh my god hun you're huge" she said excitedly before pulling her daughter into a hug. "mom this is Mark, Phil's teammate, he drove me home," she said as her mom smiled softly at him. "I remember Mark, I've seen him play," her mom grinned as she said her thanks to the boy and ushered her daughter inside.

"Y'know if it doesn't work out with Philippe, Mark is a cutie" her mom grinned at her as they walked into the kitchen. "Yeah, I guess he's cute" she shrugged and looked at her mom who laughed.

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Mark was sleeping comfortably wrapped up in the warmth of his comforter before the ringing of his phone startled him awake.

"Uh hello," his voice rasped with sleep as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of his phone screen. "she went into labour early, I need you to go the hospital and make sure she's okay please, I'm trying to get a flight but I won't be there until tomorrow at least" the voice on the other end sounded panicky and out of breath.

"What? who is this?" he looked down at the phone screen to see that it was nearly three in the morning. "Mark it's Phil, she is in labour, I need you to go there and just make sure that she's okay" "Oh shit, yeah I'm on my way, don't worry" he shot up right out of bed and headed straight into his closet.

The drive to the hospital felt like ages, and he didn't even know if she wanted him in the waiting room.

"oh mark honey" her mom pulled him into a hug, excitement running through her veins as she waited in line at the cafeteria for a coffee. "Philippe wanted me to behave to give him updates or something, he's a little nervous about the whole thing," Mark smiled as he bought her and himself a coffee. "He called to let us know, but I'll make sure to let her know that you're here, and well come get you when the baby is here, sound good" she smiled one last time before walking down the hallway.

After a long nap and a lot of groaning while trying to get comfortable on a metal hospital chair, three hours had passed, and a nurse dressed in pink scrubs walked up to the boy and gently tapped the sleeping boy, "Are you mark?" "Uh, yea?" "follow me" she ushered for him to trail behind her, tiredly walking up to the door, "she's in here," the lady said before opening the door and letting mark walk in before shutting the door behind him.

a little baby girl sat in her arms, bundled up in a small yellow blanket, contently sleeping again her chest. "You did that" he whispered as she motioned for him to come closer.

"You really didn't need to sleep out there Phil would have been fine" she mumbled as she looked up at him. "I wanted to, for him, I also wanted to make sure you're okay, plus I now get to rub it in everyone's face that I met it first" he joked as he finally looked at a really tired-looking new mom. "Her name is Florence, little Flo" she mumbled and brushed her thumb against her daughter's cheek, "it's my grandma's name" "It's pretty," he said awkwardly staring at the baby and then back at the mom, his fingers brushing the baby hairs out of her eyes.

"Go wash your hands and you can hold her" she whispered and looked over to the sink, a smile on her lips as she looked back at Mark. "Really? are you sure?" "you slept here overnight, it's the least I could do" she looked up at mark whose face broke out into a toothy smile.

She gently sat up a little to easily pass the baby over to mark, "just make sure to support her head" she whispered as she placed the small baby in his arms. "She looks like you" he mumbled, as he sat in the chair next to the hospital bed, "she has a little resemblance to Phil, but she's just as pretty as her Mama" he mumbled to the baby and then looked up.

An amused expression sat on her face, "you're really flirting with a woman who just gave birth?" "Did it work?" he joked, his fingers playing with the small onesie on the baby. "Not a chance" "It was worth a shot" he couldn't wipe the smile off of his face, a permanent grin on his lips and cheeks stained a light red as his gaze switched between her and the baby.

"I know we aren't that close, but if you or her ever need anything, I will be there always," he said gently looking down at the baby who made a content humming sound as she grabbed a hold of his finger. She looked down at him, her eyes tearful as she watched the two of them interact, "thank you, Mark"

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I know it's kind of long and boring, but I just wanted to provide some sort of foundation for the whole series/ au!!

Hope you guys love it

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Philipp Grubauer x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: This is for @wyattjohnston ‘s summer fic exchange 2k24!!!! This was so fun to write!!!!! Thank you!!!!!!! This fic was written for @rossmccallsqueen I had so much fun writing it for you!!!! I love how it turned out!!! Hope you love it!!! Sorry it took a few days to get up I had some technical difficulties.

When Phillipp and his ex girlfriend split, he never thought that he would meet someone at the little Grocery store near his house in Seattle getting snacks for his trip back home to Germany for the off season. But when you came up next to him in the international aisle looking for the Haribo peach rings that you could only get in Germany. “Have you seen the peach rings anywhere?” You casually ask scanning the shelves looking for them. “I bought some in Germany last month when I was there, and I ran out of my last bag a week ago. And I’ve been searching every grocery store I can find with an international aisle, and I can’t find them anywhere.”

“Are they the one with the light pink and orange bag and the German label?” He asks, looking over at you for the first time.

“Yes!” You stop scanning the shelf to see if they have them, to look over at him with wonder and excitement. “Have you seen them?”

“Yes.” He says with a goofy grin. “Back home in Germany.”

You look over to him with a deadpan look. “Not helpful.” And going to start to walk away to get the other things on your list.

“It might be!” He calls, jogging up next to you. “I’m leaving to go back home to Germany tomorrow and I can bring you some back.”

“You would do that for a complete stranger?” Looking over at him in disbelief.

“You seem pretty nice.”

“How long are you going to be gone?”

“Two weeks.” He said with a smile.

“I don’t know about that.” Unsure of what you are doing, taking a strange but handsome man’s offer of bringing you home candy. All of your childhood’s stranger danger classes rushing through your head.

“You don’t have to give me an answer now, but here’s my number text me if you want, and to make sure I’m not a serial killer that is going to poison your candy.” He said with a small laugh and handed you a small folded piece of paper.

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As you sit in your small office thinking about the guy you met at the store last night. The piece of paper burning a hole in your pocket, you decide what the hell and text him. “Hey, it's the candy girl.” “No no no.” You mutter to yourself and delete it and start again. “Hey, it’s the lady from the store. I decided to take you up on the offer for candy. If it’s possible to get 6 bags that would be lovely. Thank you!” Once you sent the text, you figure so you don’t obsess over every word you said and whether it was a mistake or not to send it in the first place. You shut your phone off and shove it back into your bag. And try to get back to work, but the only thing on your mind was the German Gentlemen bringing you home candy.

As Phillipp’s Plane lands in Munich, he takes his phone off airplane mode and sees the sea of standard chatter from the Kraken’s off season group chat, where people are at, food, and if anyone has proposed. But when he gets to the end of the notifications he sees one from an unknown number. When he sees the preview of the text. “Hey, it’s the lady from the store. I decided to take..” He knew exactly who it was and pulled up the message immediately, not caring about the nine hour time difference. “Hey, sorry just saw your message. Was flying to Germany. I would love to pick you up six bags! Is there anything else you want or need?” He sent and started his walk to baggage claim. As he was grabbing his bags he got his response earlier than he was expecting considering the early time it was out there.

“Yay! Thank you. We can work out a time and date, closer to time. I can’t think of anything else I need. If I think of anything I’ll let you know. Hope you had a good flight!”

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Later in the morning, as you sit at your desk between meetings you decide to text the man you now know as Phillipp but he said to call him Grubi. “I know it’s late there.” You start having downloaded a world clock to know the time in Germany. “But can you tell me a little about yourself?” You set your phone back down on your desk to start some paperwork not expecting a text back as it was getting later in Germany you were pleasantly surprised when you saw his name pop up.

“Sure! I’m 32, born and raised in Rosenheim, Germany. I grew up playing hockey. I play goaltender. I came over in 08’ to play for a minor league team at 18 and I went back and forth between Canada and Germany for a few years before I got drafted in 2010 by the Washington Capitals. I played there until 2017-2018 when I moved to Colorado. I played there for three seasons then I moved to Seattle. I have horses. And one of my nicknames is The German Gentlemen.”

“Whoa! I’m definitely not as cool as you! I’m 28, born and raised right here in beautiful Seattle, Washington. I went to the University of Washington for Marketing and I work for Starbucks doing most of the marketing for the new drinks. I have two cats and a dog. That’s so cool that you have horses, I grew up riding.”

“No you definitely are super cool! What is it like getting a Marketing degree?”

“It was interesting! We did lots of public relations classes and I did two different photography classes.”

As the two weeks pass the two of you start from talking once a day to every free second of every day. The two of you talk about everything from the names of your pets to childhood stories. Getting closer and closer.

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The day that his flight back to the US finally came, you were nervous but excited to see the man that you had grown close to over the past two weeks. The flight that was a middle of the day flight for Germany was a red eye back to Seattle and would get back to Seattle at 8 in the morning. Before he left Germany and before you went to bed you texted one last time.

“Hey, have a good flight! I’ll talk to you and see you in the morning. I can’t wait to see you! Sending hugs!”

“See you soon.” He hit send just before turning on his airplane mode. As his plane took off and made its way back to the US and you. He slowly got more and more excited to see you.

After a long and boring 11 hour flight, the plane touches down and he finally got to turn off his airplane mode. When he gets to turn his phone on he gets to see a message from you saying. “Good morning! Hope you have a great flight! Can’t wait to see you in a few hours.”

Once he gets through baggage claim and down to the parking garage and finally finds his car. He plugs the address of the coffee shop that y’all are meeting at and the GPS said it’s only twenty minutes away, and he has a hour before you were supposed to meet so he decided to run home to take a shower to get the grime of a travel day off and be nice and clean when you see him.

After his shower and everything he hits the road to the coffee shop. He hit bad traffic due to a wreck and was stuck in stop start traffic for 15 minutes past the time you had set up to meet. After sitting in traffic for the first five minutes. He called you to let you know what was happening. “Hey, I’m going to be a little late. I’m stuck in heavy traffic and I don’t know when it will end.” After an additional 10 minutes of sitting he finally made it to the coffee shop.

You meet each other at the doorway with a hug. “Good to see you! I missed you.” You whisper into his chest.

“It’s good to see you too. I missed you too. I have something here for you.”

“My peach rings!” You exclaim with a cheer.

“Here you go.” Passing a large shopping bag to you.

Peeking into the abnormally heavy shopping bag.“I asked for 6 bags of peach rings, not 60.” You said with a laugh.

“Oops”

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[midnightsnyx]

How about a blurb request with Philip Grubauer with the following "I didn't know where else to go.", "You look awful. From the angst prompts with "I think I love you." From the fluff prompt please.

lysm and im sorry this is so late lol although it was tumblrs fault for not sending your asks to my inbox so neither of our faults hehe i hope you like it!!!

the date was a bad idea. you knew that the moment you walked into the restaurant. it was a blind date that your friend had set you up on, trying to help you get over your feelings for Philipp. She thought it was just a school girl crush but no, only you would fall in love with your childhood best friend.

you're not sure how you stayed friends throughout the years, or how you both ended up living in the same city, but it certainly didn't help you get over him. the crush was always there, in the back of your mind but it was only over the past year that you started to develop deeper feelings for him. and it was ruining your friendship.

okay so maybe you're being a tad dramatic but it was definitely affecting your friendship. you know that Philipp can tell something is off but he's still your best friend and the person you go to for everything so when the date starts to go south, you send him an SOS text. he knows about the date so he calls you and you pretend to be sheepish to the guy sitting across from you, pulling your phone out and answering it.

"it's green? yikes, that definitely sounds bad," you say, trying not to laugh at Philipp who is laughing on the other line. "I'll be there as soon as possible."

you hang up the phone and give Jared a sheepish smile. "sorry, my friends cat is sick and i'm a vet tech and... yeah," you don't bother to finish your sentence because the guy very clearly can tell that you're lying. you grab your purse and leave the restaurant as fast as possible.

it's not until you're sitting in your car that it hits you how easy it was to leave a date for Philipp. even though you initiated the need to leave the date, you probably would have left if Philipp needed something. it's a weird revelation - knowing that you would do pretty much anything he asked. you don't realize you're crying until a tear lands on one of your hands. then, you're sobbing. it's stupid and you know that you're thinking too much about it but you can't help but think that every date is going to end up like this. with you bailing out because no guy is ever going to be Philip.

you end up driving aimlessly but aren't surprised when you end up at Philipp's apartment. you could make this drive with your eyes closed.

he opens the door as soon as you know, almost as if he knew you would come to his place.

"you look awful," he says softly and you don't even want to think about the fact that your mascara is probably running down your cheeks and your nose is running.

you shrug. "i didn't know where else to go."

he steps aside and you take it as an invitation to come inside. kicking your shoes off, you shuffle to his living room and plop down on the couch. you listen to him walk around his kitchen, cabinet door and then fridge opening and closing. then, he goes to the washroom and comes into the living room with a warm cloth in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"wash and drink," he orders so you accept the cloth and feel relief when you scrub your face until it's probably pink. he takes it back and then hands you the water before disappearing back to the washroom.

you're sipping on the water when he returns and sits next to you. a comfortable silence falls between the two of you but after about fifteen minutes, he breaks it.

"what's going on?" he asks so softly that the words are out of your mouth before you can stop yourself.

"i think i love you," you blurt out and slap your hand over your mouth before you can say anything else.

his face is blank, giving away nothing that he's thinking. there's about a thirty second pause before you start to stand up but his hand darts out and stops you.

"wait," he says, so you do.

silence and then eventually: "you think or you do?"

"i do," you say because there's no going back now. you're either going to leave here with a broken heart, or maybe, just maybe, a healed one.

"okay," he says.

"okay?"

he nods ands smiles at you. "i don't know my exact feelings yet, but what i do know, is that i can't imagine life without you by my side. so if you're game, we should give it a shot."

it's not how your daydreams played out, it's realistic. you know that you can't expect him to feel exactly the way you do but this is a good start.

"i would like to kiss you though," he says with a playful grin on his face. "if that's alright with you."

you smirk. "okay."

he laughs when he kisses you and you're pretty sure it's only going to get better from here.

[hauntedppgpaints]

everybody circling, it's vulturous/negative/nepotist. (6/8)

on the vastly differing media opinions on goalies.

( x. x. x. x. x. x. x. )

[greencheekconure27]

Ah, if only we could've had Cedric Hardwicke (1939 movie) as Book! Claude Frollo AND Maurice Sarfati as Jehan Frollo (1956 movie) in the same film. That would've been so perfect.

Also 1956 Clopin is my favourite Clopin ever, wish there were GIFs of him somewhere .

[laurenairay]

I never thought - P. Grubauer

Summary: Meeting Philipp Grubauer was the last thing Sera expected.

This is my entry for @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange 2024. I had the joy of writing for @knifeshoeboys – I really hope you like this Philipp Grubauer story, Nicole! I had a lot of fun creating this sweet piece from all of your prompts.

Words: 1.7k

Warnings: fluff, slight anxiety, mildly secret romance

Title from On Purpose by Sabrina Carpenter

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Sera liked her routine. Monday to Friday she worked from 8.30am to 5pm as the receptionist in one of the biggest law firms in Seattle. Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, she went straight to the gym after work, cycling from the office, rotating her workouts between legs, arms, and core. Saturday mornings were back to the gym for a yoga class at 8am, before driving her car to the grocery store on the loop back to her apartment. It was predictable. It was safe. It was boring.

But at least she always knew what to expect.

It was just her luck that she couldn’t control the weather, really. Even more her luck that she’d left her umbrella in her car in stead of putting it in her gym bag – and that she’d parked on the other side of the parking lot. As Sera left the gym after her Saturday yoga class at the beginning of November, the rain was pouring down in sheets, and she knew without a doubt that she would get soaked to the bone, unable to shake the chill for hours. She could only imagine how badly the waves in her dark hair would be tangled after traipsing through this downpour.

But just as she was steeling herself to step out of the gym doors, she heard a groan of disbelief from behind her.

“Oh man, it’s really coming down, isn’t it?”

The light accent – definitely European – caught her attention, and she turned her head to see a tall handsome man smiling wryly at her. As her blue eyes locked with his hazel ones, she felt her breath hitch in her throat, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling back at him.

“Not a great start to the weekend, no,” she mused.

He barked out a laugh, making her stomach flutter with butterflies, even more so when he flashed a grin at her while he rooted in her his own gym bag. After only a breath, the sweetly-smiling man pulled out an umbrella with a triumphant ‘hah!’, making her laugh, earning another grin.

“I was not looking forward to walking all the way across the parking lot in this,” he said, grimacing as he wiggled the umbrella at the deluge outside.

“Yeah, I’m still trying to psych myself up to do that,” she said, grimacing in turn.

“Oh damn, I thought you were waiting for someone,” he admitted, “Did you want to share my umbrella with me?”

That sweet simple gesture, innocent and genuine, set her heart racing like nothing she could ever remember. How could she turn down such a kind offer from a gentleman?

“I’d like that, if it’s not too much trouble,” she said, smiling softly, “It’s not like I’ll take up much room.”

The man just laughed as she waved her hand between them, him clearly towering over her 5ft self.

“I’m Philipp, by the way,” he grinned.

Philipp. It suited him.

“Sera.”

~

Sera had never been one for surprises, or going with the flow. After most of her childhood spent watching her mother – her beloved hippie artist mother – drift along with no real direction, just seeing where the wind took the two of them, Sera had always craved control. Now that she was 30 years old and living on her own, Sera finally had it. True, she had mellowed out over the past few years, not needing everything to be excruciatingly perfect anymore, but that routine had always helped ease her anxieties.

Philipp Grubauer had been the biggest surprise she never knew she needed.

After that fateful meeting at the gym six weeks ago, the two of them having exchanged phone numbers with shy smiles as they stopped by her car, they’d spoke nearly every single day – and not just text messages either. Full-on phone calls, even down to facetiming each other while they each cooked dinner just to spend that low-maintenance time together, their schedules not always allowing face to face time so early on in getting to know each other.

And then there were the dates.

A dinner every week. Several coffee dates telling stories and giggling over lattes. Even a night out at the ballet, Sera never having seen The Nutcracker and Philipp insisting that he took her to enjoy the Christmas magic. She didn’t know where this man had been all her life, but if being single this long meant waiting for him? Well, the wait was definitely worth it.

Philipp was so easygoing, adapting to her obvious anxieties with ease as he went, but not just coasting along. He slotted into her routine perfectly, timings calls and dates around her typical timings and his own hockey schedule – even joining her in the gym for a yoga class, showcasing his extraordinary flexibility – but still encouraging her to try new things. He was funny, sweet, and genuinely interesting, and Sera found herself eagerly anticipating every moment they spent together. There was just one thing though – he had never ventured further than kissing her cheek and holding her hand.

Maybe it was just her anxieties talking. Maybe it was a European thing. Maybe he really was just that much of a gentleman. But if she didn’t say something soon, she felt like she was going to burst. Sera just liked him so much, and she didn’t want to ruin their blossoming relationship by stewing in her own head.

If only she could find the right moment.

Mid-December rolled around before Sera even realised it, her office Christmas party making her realise just how close to the holidays the year had come. Philipp had even woken her up with fresh pastries and coffee from the bakery down the street from her apartment, the two of them making plans for him to come over to hers for the first time for a chilled day, Sera knowing she would most likely have some form of hangover (and she had been right in that fact), but still wanting to see him while he had a free Saturday. She’d even forgone her usual Saturday yoga class, which, if nothing else, told her exactly her fast she was falling for him.

“You are a godsend, Philipp Grubauer,” she groaned, accepting the almond croissant from him with a smile.

He just grinned, sitting down next to her on the sofa in silence. Not only was this the first time that he was at her apartment, it was also the first time that they’d seen each other in loungewear, both in a sweatpants and sweater combination, something that made Sera smile at the direction their relationship was taking. It just felt right.

They talked about her office Christmas party, about his upcoming game in Nashville, about his teammates new babies, about her looking forward to a week’s break between Christmas and the New Year, all while eating their pastries and drinking their coffee. It was easy, and comfortable, and domestic, and yet it still sent electricity running through her veins like nothing ever had. What was it about Philipp that sent her into such a tizzy? Whatever it was though, she liked it. She really liked it.

“There was something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Philipp said, putting down his plate after a short silence.

“Oh?” Sera asked, putting down her own plate on the coffee table too.

“Would you come to my team christmas party with me?”

She inhaled sharply, lips parting in surprise, and Philipp quickly barrelled onwards with a wince.

“I know we’ve only known each other six weeks, but things have been going really well, right? And…I see a future between us, and normally I wouldn’t bring anyone to meet my teammates and their partners so soon, but…well, not that I’ve brought anyone in the years I’ve been in Seattle, but I would really like you to meet them? It's an informal thing really, at Belly's house, but all the guys will be there. Burky’s mostly house-trained now, and Larss will keep Dunner on a leash, and Yanni’s wife is an absolutely sweetheart, you’ll love her, and…”

“Yes.”

Philipp startled slightly at her interruption, before her simple answer registered, a wide smile spreading across his lips at Sera’s shy smile.

How could she not want to? The very fact that he wanted to bring her into such an important part of his life meant everything, she knew that. And he saw a future for them, just like she did? How could she want anything other than to meet his friends and colleagues?

Well, there was one thing she wanted too.

“You’ll come with me? You’ll meet them?” he asked hopefully, “I’m pretty sure they think I’m making you up at this point, with the amount that I talk about you but haven’t brought you to a game.”

At least he wasn’t keeping her a secret on purpose. That eased her nerves a little.

“I’d love to,” she said, laughing a little at his confession, “On one condition.”

“Of course, anything,” he nodded immediately.

A dangerous promise. But she needed to say something, just as her gut had been nagging her, or she really was going to explode.

“Kiss me?” she blurted, her heart racing.

Oh damn it.

That was not the way she wanted to say that.

What if he thought she was too forward? What if he thought she was being too much?

But Philipp didn’t even answer her with words. His hands reached out to cup her face gently, his eyes never leaving hers as he leaned in to kiss her as she asked. The moment that his lips touched hers, Sera let out a soft sigh, all but melting into his body, hands clutching at his biceps. His hands felt rough against her cheeks, hockey hands she knew, and the feeling of his beard brushing her skin only added to that. He smelled solely of a woodsy cologne, sharp in her nose and yet comforting all the same, suiting him perfectly. All she could taste was coffee and flaky pastry between their closed lips, her senses completely overwhelmed in the best way.

The moment lasted only seconds before he pulled away, cheeks as flushed as his mouth. She knew her own cheeks were flushed as well with the heat she felt, even more so as all she could think of was wanting more.

“I've been wanting to kiss you for weeks,” he said, voice uncharacteristically rough.

Sera made a noise she’d never heard before, a cross between a sigh and a moan, before she leaned in to kiss him again. How could she not?

[yankstrash]

HI!! Can you write #77 with Philippe? Thank you!

request for the umich celly extravaganza !

"Good luck kiss?"

You rode with your boyfriend to Yost arena for the UMich game tonight. Getting out of the car, you walked hand in hand inside. You walked him to the locker room as you always do, and turned to him, grabbing his hands.

"Good luck tonight, baby!" You said, pulling him in for a hug.

"Thank you, darling." He said, kissing the top of your head.

"Good luck kiss?" He asked as soon as you pulled away.

"Someone's eager." You said, pulling him down to kiss his lips.

"It's what I look forward to the most on game days."

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

"This is actually the happiest I've seen her in quite some time," Edward confessed with a wry smile, as he ladled himself a glass of punch. "Between reuniting with Susannah and having you in her corner, she's been much happier than she has been in a while."

If there was one thing Doreen Gracey excelled at (aside from throwing wild bal de masques and growing the most wonderful of flowers), it was masking her feelings through joviality and boisterousness, but both Edward and Belle knew better, and could see through that mask where others could not-or, perhaps in the case of her parents, would not.

"Her parents are...getting more serious about marrying her off," he confided to Philippe, keeping his voice down as he glanced briefly at the Gracey parents, chatting away with another couple across the ballroom. "They've been wanting her to go out more, to entertain more bachelors, and it's sincerely weighing her down..." It wasn't like she could tell them that her heart already belonged to someone else, after all.

Especially someone they would consider...inferior to her.

"So...having you here, and being with Susannah again, it...it means more to her than she or I could ever say," he finished: He was glad his Dore had such exceptional friends she could count on, people to help put her mind at ease and show that she wasn't always as trapped as she felt by her parents and the world they lived in.

"And I'd just like to say...thank you. Thank you very much for being there for her."

[alexavictoriano999]

The morning can be good!

Thanks to the guys from Kraken 🐙 for the good mood.

[rosemaze-reveries]

Hello! I found your blog and love the writing

Here’s sit with me while I tell you my favorite idea 💡

✨So the hunters (all if possible) come back to the manor after a long match of smelling sweat and blood upon walking towards their shred room with reader they catch a scent of their lovers perfume- mind going a mile a minute with the idea of their lover being in they arms and just melting from the stress of the day ✨

Thoughts 💭

ANON. anon...... this is the kind of scenario that makes me CRAZY uegh.. when their judgment's clouded by bloodlust but inhaling your scent brings them back to their senses >>> 🤒 let me be your lighthouse home etc etc. sign me UP.

for some blurbs, this turned into a broader "hunter comes straight to you after a rough match" without the perfume bit. kind of misunderstood the assignment but either way, here's this!

🌪️✂️👘🏳️🏴🦌🐍🪞🎻🔩🐟🕯️

🌪️ Ithaqua brings an air of gloom with him into your bedroom. Driven by nothing but a searing want for you, he skips over any pleasantries to tear off his mask and shove you onto the ground. A bed of wind tries to break your fall, but his impatience gets the better of him; he pins you to the floor with such force that he disrupts his own gale from cushioning your way down. Not that you care in the moment. You’ve been waiting to have him in your arms all day. He leaves a scattering of love bites and wet kisses up your neck.

✂️ Jack has one particular tune that he hums after his worst matches. Months of living together have left you all too familiar with it. His song begins from the foot of the staircase and steadily crisps itself to your ears as he draws nearer. Afraid of the state you might find him in, you rush outside to meet him at the top of the banister. He pauses with one foot on the next step. “Curious,” he says, greeting you with a cordial smile. “It’s not often a little mouse stands in my path—not on purpose.��� His blouse is soaked a shade of reddish brown, and no amount of easy banter can hide the weariness in his eye. “Well, you’ve saved me the trouble. I was on my way to ravage you next.”

👘 Michiko drags her nails along the walls of the corridor, leaving a dull streak of blood behind. She doesn’t make a sound when she slips inside your room, practised in her delicate step; you don’t even feel the dip in the mattress before she has her shoulders arched over you. Eyeing you tenderly, she rolls a warm thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m home,” she murmurs. “Your sweet scent led the way again.” She realizes she left a smear of red on your skin, and her hand jerks away, startled by the reminder of what she had been doing just minutes ago.

🏳️ Bi’an’s arms wind around the small of your back, drawing you into his chest for a slow, tender embrace. It’s the first thing he does after returning to the manor: falling straight into your arms. As his lips trail down your forehead, peppering soft kisses in their path, you wrap your arms around his neck to bring him closer. A whisper escapes you about how out of the blue this is, and in response he brings a kiss to the corner of your eye, prompting them to flutter shut. “Let me have you, just for a little while…” Those sweet kisses he’s so good at descend your neck, growing rougher the lower he goes.

🏴 Wujiu’s arms wind around your stomach, pressing his chest flush against your back. He hasn’t uttered a word since returning from his match, aside from a tepid “Nothing worth mentioning” when asked about his day. This sudden affection takes you by surprise. You try to turn your head to face him but he catches your chin, steering your gaze back to the wall. “Don’t look at me.” Whatever is clouding his mind today is better left alone, you realize. You lay your hands on top of his, squeezing them, encouraging him to let your presence blot out everything on his mind. Warm breath fans your collarbone as he nuzzles into your neck, drinking in your scent.

🦌 Bane doesn’t like to discuss his matches. It makes no difference whether they are quick or slow, a win or a lose, they always weigh on him the same way. He sits on the edge of the bed lost in thought. You decide to break the tension first by greeting him with a hug from behind, your chin hooking over his shoulder. Bane isn’t big on physical affection. But after a while he cups a tender hand to your temple, palm taking up the entirety of your face, and presses you gently into him.

🐍 Yidhra might be the hunter most detached from the nightmares of the manor games. They provide nothing but leisure for her, and she’s never felt particularly passionate about them, win or lose. Her followers are the ones who give her the most trouble. When they resist her will, her consciousness splinters apart, some days leaving her too weak to herd them back again. These are typically the days she comes for you. You aren’t sure when she enters your room, but sometimes you catch glimpses of her tail in your peripheral, never to be seen when you’re looking on purpose. Her voice floats in the back of your mind: Mine, mine, mine, mine… There is nothing that binds you to her, yet you’re the only one who never resists her.

🪞 Mary barges into the room clumsily for someone of her poise. She struggles to prop herself against the door, muddy skirt stiff in awkward folds. “My mind is a mess,” she exclaims, voice clear but breathless at the same time. “Where are you? Come settle me.” The second she spots you, she sulks over to toss her arms around your neck, finding a seat in your lap. Clearly she isn’t concerned about observing her usual decorum today. Her dress is heavy and splotched with muck you don’t care to identify, but you don’t mind holding her as the burdens of the day ease off her shoulders.

🎻 Antonio’s fingers instinctively travel to the liquor cart by the window. He hadn’t bothered to turn on the lights, but feeling around to find nothing but an empty platter gives him pause. One resigned cluck of his tongue later, you feel tendrils of hair coil around your waist and wrists. They pluck you up from your side of the bed and present you in front of him as if you’re nothing more than a doll. “Not a drop to console me?” he complains, knowing you’ve hidden his bottles again. Then his head tilts slightly, taking in your scent. You can practically see detention’s fiery glow return to his eyes. “No, perhaps you are right—there is something more intoxicating for me here.”

🔩 Percy - “Hm...” He’s scrutinizing you with such intensity that you wonder if something’s on your face. He leans over to take an exaggerated whiff of you, and your heart sinks in offense. You have half a mind to tell him you showered just that morning, so it’s probably not you — besides, he’s the one who’s been tangoing with carcasses all day — but Percy keeps a thoughtful look about him. “You smell full of life,” he muses. “That fragrance you wear, it was popular back in the day. Transports me to the city again.” He would know better than you; you just found this perfume in the trunk of a dusty old room. When he comes closer, clasping either hand around your face, you let him lose himself in the nostalgia. Moments like these are all you have to keep yourselves sane in the manor.

🐟 Grace’s mouth is pulled into a taut frown when she flings open the door. You can see a slight quiver in her lip if you squint. Her harpoon clatters on the ground and she drops onto your bed, braid falling out, face buried in a pillow. There’s little you can do except rub a soothing hand in circles on her back. When she peeks over her arm with a gentle plea in her eyes, you wonder if she’s asking for a deeper massage—but you don’t get the chance to ask before her hand latches onto your forearm, tugging you down to lie with her.

🕯️ Philippe settles for a glass of brandy and his bundle of sketches. He’s resting on the chaise by the foot of the bed, not his work desk where he’d usually be. Rather than drafting new ideas he’s simply thumbing through the old ones, mechanically, breaking from his cycle only for a sip of his glass. It’s like your lover’s been replaced by a puppet. You feel unnerved enough to intervene: stripping him first of his glass, his sketches, then his monocle, you tip him back onto the cushion. You expect him to complain about having to get back to work, but he doesn’t protest. Tonight is for him, you decide. As his dark hair sprawls out beneath him, you straddle his thighs, and his hand reaches up to cup your cheek. “I’m terribly jealous of this magic of yours,” he murmurs, faint lilt in his voice. “It’s always you who brings me back from the stars.”

[from-a-spiders-web]

By Philippe Charles Jacquet

[letsgetrowdy43]

Chapter one— guilt-ridden

Au Masterlist!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[buzzingfairy]

No wonder Bayern won both Manu and Fips were at the Allianz!!

[yourimagines]

Hi, can you write a story about the reader being friends with the racka racka guys. Maybe she’s dating Danny or Michael.

Fluff

Thank you 🙏🏻

Yess, I love them, they are one of my favourite YouTubers 😍

Back in the day

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: Swearing and Fluff

Y/N POV

I was hanging around with my boyfriend Michael in our hotel room in Vegas. “I’m so proud of you guys.” I said as Michael and I lay on our bed after a busy and chaotic day. “Me too. It’s so unreal.” I grabbed his hand and squeezed in it. “You guys freaking made it Michael, I still see you guys making those home videos…” he smiles and kissed my hand. “I’m happy you stayed here with me, after everything we’ve been through…” I moved closer to him, looking at his face. “I told you the day you asked me out, are you sure because I’m going to stay till the very end..” he smiles. “Yeah I remember that one, we both were a bit weird…well we still are but differently.” I giggled and kissed his cheek, he placed his other hand on my back. “That’s why I like you Michael.” “Good, I like your weirdness as well.”

A knock was heard on our door and Michael stood up, walking over and peeking through the fisheye from the door. “It’s Danny.” He opens the door and let Danny in. “I brought some noodles for you guys.” He placed the bag down on the table and starts to unpack. “Aww Danny that’s so kind.” Danny smiles at me. “I’m always nice.” He gave me one cup filled with noodles. “Thank you.” I sat back up, leaning my back against the wall. Michael sits down on the sofa as Danny sits down on a chair. “I’m tired, it was a lot today.” “Yeah freaking crazy.” The started to catch up with all the things the did today. I watched them, getting excited over everything what happened to them lately.

“I remember you smashed the windshield from the car.” They laughed. “Oh yeah, that was nuts.” “Or when you got that stick stuck in your face.” I laughed at the memory. “That was crazy as well.” Danny lay on the sofa as Michael joined me in bed. “I miss those days sometimes…” I hummed. “Yeah me too.” Danny looked up. “I’m going to my own room, I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Michael looked at me and I nodded at him, already knowing what he thinks. “You can stay here if you want, we don’t mind.” Danny looked at me. “Sure, I don’t mind to go to my room.” “No it’s fine, stay here if you want, just like back in the day.” Danny smiles. “But we slept on the floor, watching the stars, talking about our dreams…” I patted next to me on the bed. “Come, so we can watch the ceiling together and talk about our dreams.” Danny jumps in bed, causing Michael to laugh. “Careful, y/n doesn’t need a black eye.” Danny laughs. “No? Would be a real eye catcher.” I groaned and rolled my eyes at him as Danny laughed at his own joke. “That one was so bad.”

Michael and I switched places as they wanted to watch a video on YouTube, I tried to fall asleep. “What an idiot.” They were both laughing. “I’m sure he broke something, that was not a good landing.” “I know right.” I was silently listening to them, reacting to the videos. “I think she asleep.” Danny whispered. “I think she is.” I didn’t move a muscle as I held my eyes closed. The sounds of their phone became lower, a bit more quieter. “I’m happy she’s still here…” Danny said as I felt Michael move a bit. “I mean I knew you guys would end up together and stay together but still… it’s nice to see you both happy.” “I’m happy, I love her.” ‘Ahw Michael.’ “I know, I see it. It’s almost disgusting.” Michael moved his arm, probably hitting Danny. “No fighting Michael, she’s sleeping.” Danny pointed out. “Like you care.” Danny giggled and they started to hit each other. “Watch out Danny.” Michael moved over, pressing me between the wall and his body. “Ouch!” Danny hissed. “Stop it then.” “You stop first.” “Okay, I’ll stop.” They both stopped attacking each other. “Move, I’m crushing her against the wall.” ‘Thanks baby.’ Danny moved a bit away and Michael pulled me closer to him. “I love you.” He whispered softly against my head. “I love you.” I softly whispered back as tiredness was consuming me.

I woke up, pressed between Danny and Michael. Michael had his arms around me, my back pressed against his chest. Danny’s arm lay on my head as his hand lay on Michaels face. I carefully turned over to face Michael. He had still his eyes closed and was lightly snoring. I moved away Danny’s arm and traced softly Michael face, slightly brushing my fingertips over his scars. “You’re so handsome.” I whispered, his lips slightly moved into a smile. “Thank you.” He whispers back in his morning voice. “Sorry if I woke you up.” He opens his eyes. “No I was already awake.” He cups my face and gave me a kiss. “Guys I’m still here.” Danny says and Michael laughs. “Don’t worry we know. So can you leave now, I want some private time with my girl” I giggled and Danny crawled out of our bed, making gagging noises. “You guys are gross.” He walked out of our room and closed the door. “So…where were we.”