#pm: puck

[lioriel]

Day Eleven: Fairy Godmother

[yubsie]

By the way I hope you're all ready for more hockey posts because I live in Toronto and somehow the Leafs are still in the playoffs. And this means that while I'm not even really that big a fan there is just this COMPULSION to talk about it.

[hockeylvr59]

12.29.23 lineup

[fri-y]

The deep need to watch all the avalanche games this season vs being eepy just sooo eepy

[bloodreinasbathwater]

Xo Xo Gossip Girl

Pairing: Jack Hughes x Gossip Blogger! Reader

Part 1

a:n The way I find myself digging for the perfect chapter gif only to scroll for five minutes and save my favorites is so embarrassing. I'm gonna need his girlfriend to hand over that game card... anyway hope u like this chapter.

word count - 4k

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HOCKEY HEARTBREAK: THE REAL REASON BEHIND THE HUGHES-DEGREGIO SPLIT

Posted by Y/N @ The Daily Whisper | 11:42 PM

Settle in, Whisper Warriors, because do I have some piping hot tea for you tonight.

You know those moments when the universe just hands you the story of the year? Well, last Saturday at Vibe, somewhere between my second cosmopolitan and watching Matt Rempe fail at dancing (yes, that's tea for another day), I quite literally bumped into none other than Serena DeGregio. And let me tell you, after a few shots of liquid courage, Hollywood's newest "it girl" was ready to spill everything about her recent split from hockey's favorite bad boy, Jack Hughes.

Now, we've all seen the headlines: "Hockey Heartthrob and Rising Star Call It Quits." But the real story? It's juicier than your mom's Thanksgiving turkey.

According to Serena, our beloved hockey star couldn't handle being the second name in the relationship. While she was booking Netflix specials and selling out concert venues, Jack was sidelined with a shoulder injury that kept him off the ice for three months. And apparently, watching your girlfriend's face on every billboard in Times Square does things to a man's ego.

"He's still stuck in that high school hockey star mentality," Serena told me, twirling the olive in her martini. "You know the type – peaked at eighteen, never had to grow up because everything came easy."

But here's where I have to play devil's advocate (and maybe it's because I've seen those ice-blue eyes up close at press events). Having covered Jack's career since his rookie year, there's more to him than Serena's bitter pill would have you swallow. This is the same guy who started a youth hockey program in underprivileged neighborhoods. The same player who spent his injury rehab volunteering at children's hospitals. And let's be real – anyone who's seen him handle a puck knows he definitely hasn't peaked.

Maybe it's the journalist in me, but something about this story feels... incomplete. There's always two sides to every breakup, isn't there?

Update coming soon... if I can track down Mr. Hughes for his side of the story 😉

...

Y/N stretched back in her purple velvet office chair, admiring her latest post on the screen. Her "lair," as she liked to call it, was her happy place – fairy lights twinkling across the ceiling, framed magazine covers featuring her biggest stories adorning the coral-painted walls, and her trusty mini-fridge humming softly in the corner, stocked with Diet Coke and chocolate-covered almonds.

The story was already gaining traction, comments pinging faster than she could read them. Her phone buzzed – Alyssa's face lighting up the screen. Y/N smiled, knowing her best friend had probably already devoured every word. As the head of corporate sponsorships at Manhattan's largest sports marketing firm, Alyssa always had the best insider information – and opinions to match.

"Y/N! Have you lost your mind?" Alyssa didn't even wait for a hello. "That post about Jack and Serena is everywhere! My entire office is buzzing about it. The PR team for the Rangers is having a field day."

"Good evening to you too, bestie." Y/N spun lazily in her chair, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"Never mind pleasantries. I have information that's going to make your next post even bigger." Y/N could hear the smile in her voice. "You know that charity gala at The Plaza next weekend? The one my firm is coordinating with?"

Y/N threw her head back and groaned dramatically. The motion made her neck crack, and she absently rubbed it while whining, "Don't rub it in. I've been trying to get press credentials for weeks. Even my usual connections couldn't get me in."

"Well, guess who's not only attending but is being honored for his youth hockey program?"

Y/N shot forward so fast her chair rolled back and hit the wall, rattling her framed cover of Time Magazine. "Jack Hughes."

"Bingo. And since I'm basically running the whole event..." Alyssa paused for dramatic effect. "I happen to have an extra ticket with your name on it. Perks of being best friends with someone who has to make sure all the corporate sponsors play nice with their hockey darlings."

"Shut up!" Y/N leaped out of her chair, nearly tripping over her discarded shoes in excitement. She caught herself on the edge of her desk, sending a stack of press releases flying. "Alyssa Martinez, you beautiful genius! How did you swing that?"

"Let's just say I convinced the foundation board that having an influential blogger there would be good publicity for their youth programs." Alyssa's voice took on a more serious tone. "Though after this post, I might have some explaining to do. You better make this worth it."

Y/N's heart raced as she glanced at her blog post still glowing on the screen, her mind already spinning with possibilities. "Trust me, this is going to be the story of the year."

"I'm counting on it. My reputation is on the line here too, you know. These athletes might be my clients, but you're my best friend. Don't make me regret mixing the two."

"Have I ever let you down before?" Y/N was already opening her notes app, fingers flying across the keyboard.

"There's a first time for everything," Alyssa teased. "So, are you ready to get the other side of the story?"

...

One Week Later

Y/N stood before her full-length mirror, smoothing down the silk of her black dress. Beside her, Alyssa was applying a final coat of mascara, her own black dress a perfect complement with its off-shoulder design.

"Stop overthinking it," Alyssa said, catching Y/N's distant expression in the mirror. "I can literally see the gears turning in your head."

Y/N sighed, fiddling with her delicate silver necklace. The blog post about Jack and Serena had exploded over the past week, becoming her most viral story to date. But something about it had been nagging at her, keeping her up at night as she replayed Serena's words in her mind.

"It's just..." Y/N paused, carefully considering her words. "What if we got it wrong? What if Serena isn't the victim she's making herself out to be?"

Alyssa raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you second-guess a source?"

"Since something doesn't add up." Y/N moved to her vanity, pretending to touch up her subtle smoky eye while her thoughts raced. "I've been doing some digging. Every charity event, every hospital visit, every youth program – Jack Hughes doesn't publicize any of it. His team's PR doesn't even push it. What kind of attention-seeking bad boy does good deeds and keeps them quiet?"

"So you think Serena's lying?"

"I think..." Y/N turned to face her friend, determination settling over her features. "I think she's a scorned ex trying to control the narrative. And maybe... maybe I helped her do it."

Alyssa's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And this sudden crisis of conscience has nothing to do with those ice-blue eyes you mentioned in your post?"

"This isn't about that," Y/N protested, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "This is about the truth. The real story." She grabbed her clutch, checking one last time that her phone and recorder were inside. "Every good journalist knows there are two sides to every story. It's time I found out his."

"Well then," Alyssa linked their arms together, leading them toward the door. "Let's go get your story, Lois Lane."

As they stepped into the waiting car, Y/N's mind was already racing with possibilities. She'd built her career on exposing the truth, even when it wasn't pretty. But tonight felt different. Tonight, she wasn't just chasing a story – she was chasing redemption. And maybe, just maybe, she'd find out who the real Jack Hughes was in the process.

The Plaza Hotel beckoned in the distance, its lights twinkling against the Manhattan skyline like a beacon. Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. Bad boy or misunderstood hero, she was going to find out the truth – even if it meant admitting she got it wrong the first time.

...

Jack's pov

Jack's knee wouldn't stop bouncing under the pristine white tablecloth, making the water in his parents' glasses ripple like tiny earthquakes. Luke, ever the annoying little brother, flicked his ear.

"Dude, you're making the whole table shake. What's got you so worked up?" Luke's grin was nothing short of devilish. "Could it be a certain viral blog post about your 'high school mentality'?"

Jack pinched the sensitive spot under Luke's bicep, earning a satisfying yelp. "Shut up, man. At least I didn't trip over my own skates at practice yesterday."

"Boys," Ellen Hughes' warning tone cut through their bickering. She smoothed her navy dress with one hand while giving them both the look – the one that had stopped many locker room fights in their youth. "You're at a charity gala, not the rink. Act like grown men, please?"

"Yes, Mom," they chorused in unison, sharing a quick grin that made their father Jim chuckle behind his menu.

Jack let out a heavy breath, tugging at his bow tie. It felt too tight, like everything else lately – the press, the expectations, the endless questions about Serena. His leg started bouncing again.

"That's it." He pushed back from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. "I need a drink."

"Water," his mother called after him. "You have a speech to give!"

Jack waved in acknowledgment, weaving through the sea of evening gowns and tuxedos. His shoulder twinged – phantom pain from the injury that had started this whole mess. Or maybe it was just his body's reaction to stress. The blog post had been everywhere this week, his phone blowing up with messages from teammates asking if he'd seen it.

He had. Multiple times. Each read made him want to throw his phone into the Hudson.

Reaching the bar, he slumped against the polished marble, pressing his forehead to the cool surface for just a moment. "Water, please," he groaned to the bartender. "Still, not sparkling."

"Trouble in paradise?"

The voice was unfamiliar, tinged with curiosity and something else he couldn't quite place. Jack lifted his head to find a woman in a black dress perched on the barstool next to him, stirring what looked like a cosmopolitan with delicate fingers. She wasn't looking at him directly, but he could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Before he could respond, a flash of red appeared in his peripheral vision, and he had to fight the urge to groan out loud.

"Jackie!" The voice was unmistakable – Rebekah Chen, Page Six's most persistent reporter. Her red dress matched her lipstick, both as bold as her personality. She latched onto his arm like a barnacle, fake nails digging into his jacket. "I've been trying to reach you all week!"

Jack threw his head back, closing his eyes as if that might make her disappear. "Not today, Rebekah," he muttered, feeling every muscle in his jaw tense. His hand curled around the water glass the bartender had just set down, knuckles white.

"Oh, come on!" She pressed closer, her voice dropping to what she probably thought was a seductive whisper. "Just a few questions. I can help you clear the air about that nasty blog post. Make that gossip guru eat her words." She batted her eyelashes. "All I need is a teensy exclusive about what really happened with Serena."

Jack's laugh was hollow as he extracted his arm from her grip. "Right, because that worked out so well the last time." He took a long drink of water, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to maintain his composure. "No comment, Rebekah. Same as yesterday, and the day before that, and—"

"But Jackie—"

"Not happening." Jack's voice was firm as steel. "There's nothing to say, Rebekah. Not to you, not to anyone."

Rebekah huffed, her red lips turning down into a pout. She opened her mouth to protest again, but something in Jack's expression must have finally gotten through. With a dramatic sigh and flip of her hair, she clicked away on her stilettos, no doubt in search of easier prey.

Jack's shoulders dropped as tension bled out of them. He turned back to the bar, catching the mystery woman in black watching him in the mirror behind the bottles. When their eyes met, she didn't look away.

"That happen often?" she asked, taking a slow sip of her cosmopolitan.

Jack let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. "More than I'd like. Apparently, 'no comment' is journalist-speak for 'try harder.'" He paused, studying her reflection. "Though you don't seem like the pushy type."

"Maybe I'm just better at playing the long game." The corner of her mouth quirked up, and she turned to face him properly. "Besides, the real story usually isn't found in ambushing someone at a bar."

"Exactly." He found himself leaning against the bar, angling toward her. There was something about her that made him want to keep talking. "Like this blog post that went viral this week. Everyone's got an opinion about who I am, what I did wrong, but—" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "Sorry, you probably haven't even seen it."

She hummed noncommittally, that almost-smile playing on her lips again. "I might have caught it. Though I tend to be more interested in the stories that don't make headlines."

"Like what?"

"Like why a professional hockey player spends his injury rehab teaching kids to skate in Harlem instead of lounging on some beach somewhere."

Jack blinked, caught off guard. He'd been careful about keeping that quiet. "How did you—"

"Just someone who pays attention," she said, gathering her clutch. "The real story isn't always the loudest one, is it?"

Before Jack could process what she meant, Luke's voice carried across the room. "Jack! Mom says get back here. Speech time!"

The woman in black slid off her barstool with practiced grace. "Sounds like you're needed elsewhere."

"Wait," Jack said, suddenly not wanting her to disappear into the crowd. "I didn't catch your name."

"Y/N," she offered, and for a moment, her smile was full and genuine. "Good luck with your speech, Jack.”

She moved past him, the subtle scent of her perfume lingering. Jack found himself watching her weave through the crowd, his mind replaying their conversation. There had been something different about her – the way she'd asked questions without really asking them, how she'd known about his volunteer work but hadn't tried to use it against him like Rebekah would have.

"Dude." Luke appeared at his elbow, poking him in the ribs. "Stop staring into space. Mom's going to kill us both if you're late for your own award."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Jack followed his brother back to their table, but his eyes kept scanning the crowd. He spotted her finally, sliding into a seat near the back beside another woman in black. As if sensing his gaze, she glanced up, raising her cosmopolitan in a small salute.

For the first time in weeks, Jack felt himself genuinely smile.

...

"...and with your continued support, we can make sure every kid who wants to play hockey has that chance, regardless of their circumstances. Thank you."

The ballroom erupted in applause. Jack's shoulders relaxed slightly – public speaking had never been his favorite part of the job, but at least this speech was about something that mattered.

Near the back of the room, Y/N leaned toward Alyssa. "We should go," she whispered, gathering her clutch. "We're not gonna get anything else tonight."

Alyssa nodded, already standing. "At least the champagne was good."

They slipped out as the crowd continued clapping, their heels clicking against the marble floors of The Plaza's ornate lobby. Y/N's mind was already spinning with how she'd write this up – not the puff piece everyone would expect, but something different. Something true.

"Y/N!"

The call echoed through the lobby, making her freeze mid-step. That voice – she'd just been listening to it give a speech about youth hockey programs and second chances.

She turned slowly, Alyssa's hand gripping her arm in surprise. Jack Hughes was jogging toward them, bow tie slightly askew, still slightly breathless from his speech. His hair was ruffled like he'd been running his hands through it, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks that hadn't been there at the bar.

"I—" he started, then seemed to realize he was still slightly out of breath. His hand came up to rest gently on her bare arm, the touch surprisingly warm. "Hey."

Y/N's eyebrows rose. "Hey yourself. Shouldn't you be back there accepting congratulations?"

He waved his free hand dismissively, though he didn't move the one on her arm. "They'll survive without me for a few minutes." His ice-blue eyes darted between her and Alyssa, a mix of nervousness and determination crossing his features. "You should come out with us. Both of you," he added quickly, offering Alyssa a genuine smile. "My teammates are headed to this bar just down the street. Nothing fancy, just... drinks. And conversation."

The way he said 'conversation' made Y/N's pulse quicken. There was weight behind it, meaning she couldn't quite decipher.

"I don't know," she started, but Alyssa cut her off.

"We'd love to," her supposed best friend said, ignoring Y/N's sharp look. "Lead the way, Hughes."

Jack's face broke into a grin that transformed his entire appearance. Gone was the serious hockey player from the podium, replaced by something younger, lighter. "Great! I just need to grab Luke and dodge my parents." He squeezed Y/N's arm gently before letting go. "Don't leave, okay? Five minutes, tops."

He was already backing away, that grin still in place. "Wait for me," he called out, just before turning.

Y/N waited until he was out of earshot before turning to Alyssa. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you the real story," Alyssa smirked, already typing on her phone. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Y/N opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. She thought about Jack's smile, the warmth of his hand on her arm, the way he'd said 'conversation' like he was offering something more than just drinks and small talk.

"Five minutes," she conceded, trying not to smile at Alyssa's triumphant expression. "But if this backfires, I'm blaming you."

"Honey," Alyssa linked their arms, steering them toward the bar's entrance. "Something tells me this is going to be the best story you've ever written."

...

The bass thrummed through Y/N's bones as they approached the club, the line wrapping around the building like a snake. Jack stayed close to her side, his presence warm and solid as they bypassed the queue entirely.

"Mr. Hughes," the security guard nodded, unhooking the velvet rope without hesitation. "Welcome back."

Inside, bodies packed the dance floor, but Jack navigated them through the crowd with practiced ease. His hand ghosted over Y/N's lower back, guiding her through the maze of people until they reached a raised section cordoned off with another rope. Several men Y/N recognized from hockey highlights were sprawled across the plush booths, drinks already flowing.

"Look who finally made it!" Luke called out, now free of his bow tie and jacket. "We were starting to think Mom trapped you in conversation with the Vanderbilts again."

"Barely escaped," Jack laughed, helping Y/N up the small steps before following. "Everyone, this is Y/N and Alyssa."

The team welcomed them warmly, shuffling to make space. Y/N found herself wedged between Jack and the booth's arm, hyperaware of every point where their bodies touched. Her notebook felt like it was burning a hole in her clutch.

"I'm telling you," one of the players – Miller, according to his heated gesture at his teammate – was saying, "game seven, '94 Finals. Best hockey game ever played."

"You weren't even born yet!" Another player – Thompson – argued back. "2010 Olympics, Canada versus USA. That's peak hockey right there."

"You're both wrong," Luke interjected, leaning forward. "2018 World Juniors, outdoor game. Nothing beats playing in actual snow."

"That's because you scored the winning goal, you biased little shit," Jack laughed, his arm sliding naturally along the booth behind Y/N. The movement brought him closer, his cologne mixing with the lingering scent of his aftershave.

"What about you?" he asked, turning those blue eyes on her. "You follow hockey long?"

"My dad used to play," she found herself saying truthfully. "Nothing professional, just beer league, but he loved it. Taught me to skate before I could walk."

Something in Jack's expression softened. "Mine too. Well, him and my mom..." He shifted, angling toward her more fully. "It's different now though, isn't it? The pressure. Everyone watching, waiting for you to mess up. Luke and Quinn, they get it, but we're barely home at the same time anymore. Summer's all we got, really. And even then..." He trailed off, vulnerability flickering across his features in the dim light.

Y/N's chest tightened. This wasn't the cocky player from the tabloids or the bitter ex-boyfriend from Serena's story. This was just... Jack. Raw and real and trusting her with pieces of himself she had no right to.

"I need a drink," she blurted, already sliding out of the booth. "Excuse me."

She practically fled to the bar, gripping the edge of it when she reached it. "Whiskey sour," she managed when the bartender looked her way. "Strong."

"Oh my god, Y/N!"

She turned to find Rebekah Chen stumbling slightly, clearly several drinks in. Her red dress was slightly askew, her lipstick smudged at one corner.

"Is Jack here?!" Rebekah's voice pitched high with excitement.

"No," Y/N said firmly, accepting her drink from the bartender. "He's not."

"Ugh." Rebekah deflated, then perked up again almost instantly. "But oh my god, you'll never believe what Serena told me about him." She leaned in conspiratorially, alcohol heavy on her breath. "He's a total player. Like, major cheater. She said he was always sliding into girls' DMs when they were together, coming to places like this..." She gestured around the club. "Getting with random girls behind her back."

Y/N's eyes widened despite herself. The Jack she'd just left didn't seem capable of that kind of betrayal, but...

"Yeah!" Rebekah pressed on, encouraged by Y/N's reaction. "Serena has receipts too. Screenshots, dates, everything. She's just waiting for the right moment to release them." She swayed slightly. "Guess the golden boy isn't so golden after all, right?"

Y/N's drink suddenly felt heavy in her hand. Behind her, she could hear Jack's laugh carrying over the music, warm and genuine. She thought about how carefully he'd helped her through the crowd, how softly he'd spoken about his brothers.

How absolutely screwed she was if she was starting to believe in him.

...

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[zegrasdrysdale]

im having a feeling that you don’t write much for this player (because he’s so underrated)

but im desperate for luca fantilli smut

like chain swinging, bruise inducing, dirty, “rough” sex.

maybe it’s ovulation- maybe it’s just me ?

idc i just need him to call me his, claim the fuck out of me 🤝

[ pent up ] l. fantilli

pairing : Luca Fantilli x fem!reader

summary : after a rough loss, Luca needs to let out some steam

warning(s) : smut ! kinda rough sex, p in v protected sex, oral (m receiving), possessiveness, pet names during sex

author’s note : i also need him to claim the fuck out of me tbh. anon you were so real for that

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She sat in her dorm room on campus with her laptop open and homework in front of her as she watched the Michigan boys lose their third game in a row. The horn sounded and she watched all of them basically sulk off the ice. Captain Jacob Truscott sat on the bench for an extra minute as his teammates make their way into the locker room.

It's not like they didn't play a good game tonight. They played well defensively without taking too many penalties, but puck luck was not in their favor as they lost 3 to 1 to Penn State. Several shots rung off the post and she wishes every single time that posts weren't a thing.

(Y/N) pretty sure she almost broke her desk chair every time a puck hit the post. She's surprised that she actually didn't end up breaking her chair. She did break multiple pencils in frustration.

A text comes through about forty minutes after the game ends.

luca ♡ - 10:38 pm can i come to your dorm when i drop my stuff off ? wanna see you

She doesn't say no. She can never say no to Luca Fantilli. He has this thing about him that makes it impossible for her to say no to her boyfriend.

It’s nights like tonight where she’s glad she lives in an on-campus suite with her best friend from home. Luca can come and go as he pleases without disturbing her friend since it’s just the two of them in an apartment-like suite. If he’s not at the hockey house then he’s here with his girlfriend.

She sends her friend a text to let her know that Luca is coming over. Her friend sends her back a ‘🚫👶🏼’ in reply.

Less than a half hour later, there’s a knock on the door of the suite. (Y/N) goes and answers it since she knows it’s Luca. Plus, her room is closest to the door. She’s always answering it.

When she swings the door open, a worn out Luca stands on the other side. He’s in his game day suit and Michigan beanie. He looks exhausted, yet he looks like he needs to let out some frustration at the same time.

“Hi, my love,” she softly says. “I watched the game. You guys should’ve had that.”

Luca just nods and walks past her into her bedroom.

He is definitely not happy with how that game went. He should’ve had a hat trick at least with his half a dozen shots on goal. Either the Penn State goalie had him beat or the post did.

It wasn’t an easy night for any of them. Luca takes loses like this personally.

She shuts the door and follows him into her room. She kicks the door shut behind her and Luca throws his beanie at the wall in frustration.

“It’s games like this where I wish I didn’t play this sport,” he confesses. “Half the time it’s fucking puck luck and the other half of the time it’s skill. It truly pisses me off sometimes. It’s so frustrating.”

Immediately, she’s walking up to him and sitting him on her bed. He looks up at her as she says, “Hockey is just a stupid sport. You get frustrated because you love it. You hate to love it. I understand.”

Luca plays with the hem of her Michigan hockey hoodie. “It just sucks sometimes,” he sighs. “I feel like the worst teammate when I can’t score a goal or set someone up.”

“I know,” she replies as she runs her fingers through his hair. Luca in turn slides his arms up her hoodie and pulls her in close to him so his face his buried in her stomach “Is there anything I can do to help you get out some of that frustration you’re feeling?”

He mumbles an “I don’t know” into her hoodie. It’s a lie though. She knows what he wants. She always knows what he wants after a rough game.

She leans down and presses soft kisses to the top of his head. “Let me take care of you then you can do whatever you want,” she tells him.

Before she knows it, she’s sinking down to her knees in front of him. She lands so hard on the joint that she is afraid she might’ve bruised her knees even though the floors are carpeted.

Oh well. Pain always comes before pleasure anyway.

Luca watches as she unbuckles the belt he’s wearing. She tosses it to the floor with a smile on her face. When he finally realizes what she’s doing, he kicks off his shoes and lifts his butt off the mattress so (Y/N) can get his pants off. The suit pants and boxers come off at the same time because she’s become a pro at undressing her boyfriend.

With a smile and a kiss to his thigh right above his knee, (Y/N) takes Luca’s semi in her hand. He watches her with big eyes as she slowly begins to move her hand to pump him. Soft noises pass Luca’s pretty lips as she slowly pulls him closer to an orgasm.

This usually helps Luca relax. It also sometimes ends with her being unable to walk the next day but it’s a Friday night. There are no classes tomorrow. She doesn’t even have to get out of bed if she doesn’t want to.

She glances up at Luca, whose eyes are watching her every move. She bites her bottom lip for a second before she takes him in her mouth.

Her tongue swirls around the reddening tip of his dick for a second before she put as much of him as she can into her mouth. She sucks for a second before she blows him.

“Fuck,” Luca gasps as she begins to move her head up and down. “So pretty with my dick in your mouth.” She smirks around him and takes him even further. Her hand makes up for what she can’t fit.

Luca’s fingers curl in her hair while she moves her head. One of her hands is on the base of his dick while the other snakes into her shorts so she can get pressure on her core.

Soft whines pass her lips as she uses her own fingers to work herself close to an orgasm. It’s only temporary. Her boyfriend’s fingers will replace hers shortly. She knows Luca can only last so long before he’s pinning her to the mattress.

He pulls her hair back into a makeshift ponytail in his fist. She hums at the feeling as Luca moves her at a pace he likes. He takes his time with her.

One of her fingers slides into her pussy and she whines. A part of her wishes that Luca would just get his hands on her already.

It’s like he can read her mind though because it’s not long after that when he finally speaks up.

“You look so beautiful on your knees for me, baby,” Luca pants. “Need to be inside you though.”

(Y/N) pulls back and licks away a drop of saliva that has started to roll down her chin. “Whatever you want, Luca,” she tells him. “If you need to then use me to let out some of that pent up frustration.”

His bright eyes darken and he pulls her to her feet almost immediately after the last word leaves her lips. He pushes the hoodie off of her body to reveal that she has nothing on under the hoodie except for a pair of shorts and pulls her down onto the mattress. He hovers over her and she can’t help but smile up at him.

Luca leans down and captures her lips in a bruising kiss. She hums and bucks her hips up so she can get some pressure, whatever pressure she can find on her core. He pins her hips down to the mattress for a second before a hand finds its way into her Lululemon shorts and panties.

A groan passes her lips when his fingers run through her folds. “Luca,” she mumbles. “Not tonight. Just fuck me.”

He detaches his lips from hers after a second and finds her neck. He sucks and nips at the skin on her neck right under her ear. She sighs and kisses the swell of his ear. A bright mark will be visible right where he’s nipping at and she truly does not care.

Luca could cover her entire body with marks and she’d happily show them off. She’s never been shy to admit that she is Luca’s girlfriend. Especially when other girls try to talk to him after games or on campus when going to classes.

“Already so wet for me, baby,” Luca mumbles. “This just from sucking me off?”

She nods and hums. “All for you,” she sighs. “I am yours.”

He backs away from her neck and gets on his knees between her legs. She watches as he pulls off his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. Her eyes land on the gold chain around his neck with the number 63 resting between his collarbones. The chain that she got him last year for his birthday.

She knew he wore it, but she has never seen it on after a game. It’s rare for Luca to wear this specific chain during a game since it was a gift from her for his 21st birthday.

Since it’s on now, she knows it was the chain he wore for the game. It turns her on even more if it’s even possible.

Luca notices that she’s looking and smiles. “Wanted to sport my girl during the game tonight,” he tells her. “Just to have you close.”

His words shoot straight to her core and she pulls him down into a hot kiss. Lips are bitten, tongues are shoved into each other’s mouths. The cool 63 rests against her neck right under her chin. Despite her skin being hot, she shivers.

He peels off her shorts and panties, throwing them to the floor with the rest of their clothes. Luca breaks the kiss to reach into her bedside table to grab a condom. She bites a mark into his chest while he rips open the tiny package with his teeth and slides its content onto himself.

“Ready for me?” he questions as he comes back to hover over her. He lines himself up with her but waits until she gives him an answer. She sucks in her bottom lip and nods. “Need to hear you say it, pretty girl.”

“Fuck me before I do it myself,” is her response. Luca can’t help but laugh. She grows slightly annoyed at the fact that he isn’t blowing her back out and bucks her hips so he slides k to her.

The laughing stops and (Y/N) lets out a soft groan at the familiar stretch of Luca’s dick inside of her. She stares up at Luca and watches the 63 swings lightly in her face.

Luca pushes himself completely into her and lets her adjust to his size. He’s slightly above average, but he’s also kind of thick. It’s a lot to take sometimes and it’s why she can’t walk the next day if it’s too rough.

Right now, she’s hoping he channels all his frustration into fucking her because it’s been a little bit since they have been able to have a moment like this.

“Move, Luca,” she breathes out after a minute. “I’ve been ready for you to move for like ev- oh!”

He pulls nearly out of her before he slams into her. She lets out a loud groan and Luca covers her mouth. “Let’s not wake up your friend, yeah?” he says. “Last thing we need is for her to walk in here and see you begging me to fuck you.”

She nods and Luca uncovers her mouth. He very slowly but very deeply moves into her. Her mouth falls open and she lets her legs fall apart for him. The swinging chain moves the quicker he moves.

In a spur of the moment decision, (Y/N) leans up and softly bites the chain. Luca smiles and shakes his head before he picks up the pace.

The bed begins to creak beneath them but that doesn’t stop them. Luca’s mouth is on one of her breasts while his hand rests on the other one. She gasps when she feels him bite a mark into the skin.

“Mine,” he mumbles. “All mine.”

“All yours,” she confirms. “All yours to do whatever you want- fuck!”

Luca slams into her at the same time he reaches down between them to get his fingers on her clit. She cries out in pleasure before Luca pulls out of her. She whines at the loss of contact.

Then he turns her onto her belly and pulls her hips up to meet his. She sighs happily when he fills her up again. “Whatever I want,” he repeats into her ear. “On your knees, pretty girl. Wanna see how you look while I fuck you on your knees.”

With his help, (Y/N) rises to her knees with him still in her. He wraps an arm around her waist and lightly wraps a hand around her throat. He doesn’t put any pressure but fucks up into her. Her head falls onto his shoulder. Luca kisses her cheek.

“Such a good girl,” he praises. “Letting me do what I want with you.”

She whines in agreement as his fingers find her clit. She sighs, “Luca. Please.”

“Please what, baby,” he asks against her ear.

A sudden knot forms in the pit of her stomach. Her legs begin to shake. “Wanna come,” she pants.

Luca kisses the swell of her ear and cups one of her breasts with his free hand. “Go ahead and come,” he tells her. “I’m not that far behind you.”

It’s not long after that when she’s clenching around his dick. She cries out his name as she comes. All she wants to do is fall onto her stomach but Luca is holding her up.

She sees stars as her vision goes white. She’s pretty sure she has never come this hard in her life, but that’s the affect Luca has on her. She also realizes that she doesn’t mind being fucked on her knees. That’s a conclusion she comes to while out of it.

When she comes down from her high, she’s sprawled out on her belly. Luca is wiping her leg down with a warm rag and is leaving soft kisses on her back. “Sorry if that was too much,” he mumbles. “I just needed to let out some frustration.”

“It’s okay,” she replies. “I liked it. It wasn’t bad. Got some new marks to show off.”

Luca laughs and throws the cloth somewhere on the floor before he covers them up with the blankets on her bed. She cuddles up against her boyfriend and lays her cheek on his chest.

“You’re okay though?” she questions as she looks up at him. “I know you were upset about the loss so I just want to double check to make sure you’re okay.”

He nods and brushes her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he tells her. “Frustration and anger come with the sport. The last thing I want to do is take either out on you.”

“The only time you’re ever allowed to take frustration out on me is when you’re fucking me,” she warns him. “Lay a hand on me and your ass is on the curb.”

Luca smiles. “Yes, ma’am.”

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[tree-of-blue-squirrel]

Oh right I forgot about Durante xD but Durante is currently a single-use buff (per day!), which does not help with fixing up state of launch ids

As for the passives, yeah, they do pretty much the thing EGO gifts do, but the thing is EGO gifts in dungeons already work as buff alongside passives, effectively extending the amount of possible active passives.

1. standard fare 2 page id.... projmooners, we are cooked.

2. not neg coin but self-damage + self-sp loss + chain battles + rupture + what fucking ever id? hello?? girl what are you DOING. WHY DO WE HAVE TWO RUPTURE ASSOCIATIONS NOW

3. RESON EGO STRIKES AGAIN

[yellowwithalisp]

Okay so like like hobie brown x goth!reader???

Like idk it just works!?!?

( HEAVY BREATHING-

AS A GOTH MYSELF I HAVE TO DO THIS!!! - Yellow 💛🌻) (No proof read. )

• Ok so, as a non-spider. He meets you when he and his drummer are checking out other words. They were checking out The Spectacular Spider-Mans world first, then yours.

• Gwen wanted to looked around at some of the shops. Hobie was just following her around. They found a mall and a Spenver's in it and we're looking around when he lays his eyes on you. Holding up some chockers up to you neck and asking the worker which one looked better on you.

• He of course just casually walks by with his hands in his pockets and says.

❝I think the spider one looks nice on ya. ❞

• You blink and watch him walk be and up to a girl she was looking at sunglasses. Your friend tried to get you to ask for his number, but you were too shy. So you just stocked with trying to sneakily watch him as he walked around the store. He started walking in a pattern around some of the piercings and when you expected him to peak around the corner, he disappeared. You looked around where the man was supposed to be and didn't see him.

❝You lookin' for someone mate?❞

• He said from behind you as he gave you a heart attack. Of course you mumbled no as he had a light smirk on his face.

❝Nice snake bites. They match you're black lipstick.❞

• You barely manage to respond thank you. You friend was talking to the girl who came in with this strange man. You were busy comparing music and he started to help you pick out some new earnings.

• He helped you find a new outfit, some callors, earnings, and he picked out some spider patches for you.

• They soon checked out and he gave you a wave goodbye as he left. The slowly waved good back as you're friend was smirking and leaning over the counter.

"What?"

• She slid over a receipt with a number writen on it. It was the guy's number on it!!

• You two had hung out sencs then. You both have went out shopping and he's even crashed at your place before. Played his guitar for you.

❝Lookin' very peng today.❞

"Oh-um. Thanks?"

• If someone was talking badly about you from behind you're back he was put an arm around him and pulled you close distracting you with some new lipstick brand or something. Anything to keep you from hearing the words other were saying.

• He'll let you do some eyeliner on him but that's it. You claim you wanted to try a new look and be angered to hold still for it. Nice look. He approves.

📱: Hobie, was that you?

📱: Yeah it's me open up. I go' some food.

📱: Hobie it's like- 11:23 pm.

📱: Yeah, it's 11:23 and i go' some food.

📱: Strings, could you come over here for the night?

📱: Sure thing sweethear'. I'm on my woy.

📱: Thanks.

• He makes sure to check in with this worlds Spide when he seen them and ask how your doing every now and then. If something ever did happen he mmaayyeee have built you a watch just in case. Made it so it would match you colors too.

• You try on some of you outfits to go out with him and he just enjoys seeing you happy. Pucks up some random make up that he thinks you would like on his "trips". A Beetlejust eyeshadow paper? Don' know. He thought you would like the colors. Yes, he had walked in on you blasting Bring Me to Life in your room when you thought that you were alone. He even learned some Evanescence songs on his guitar to play for you!

• You wanna get a tattoo but don't wanna go alone? He will be right there next to you holding your hand. A small guitar tattoo in honor of Mister "I hate labels."

• you made a necklace of one of his old guitar pick. Your lucky charm.

[brokenanxiety]

to do list:

8 pm: puck drop 9 pm: survive the horrors

[soupandsauce]

Puck taking care of you during your period | Noah Puckerman x Fem reader

Summary: you get your period and Puck is surprisingly domestic

Puck knew you from Spanish class, you sat a row in front of him to the right and always had pretty good grades. You'd come to class and seemed to effortlessly take exams and pop quizzes. This led him to ask you to tutor him since he ended a c average to stay in glee club.

This week was different. Puck was bouncing his leg up and down as he sat at his desk, waiting for you to show up. 5 minutes late, you walked in, or shuffled. Your usual silky hair was in a messy top knot and you wore your glasses today instead of your contacts. You had on black high waisted leggings and a oversized t-shirt. You seemed like you had just rolled out of bed with your dewy, makeup free face yet Puck still thought you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

As class went on, you seemed preoccupied with something, pain. Puck watched as you discreetly held your lower tummy as you sluggishly wrote the assignment down in your notebook. He figured it out.

After class, you stood at your locker to apply your chapstick when all of a sudden you hear Puck exhale as he leaned against your locker.

"Alright I got Swedish fish, and I didn't know which you like better so I got Kotex and this pearl one with a braid. Theres also some voltage Mountain Dew in there too." he says as if its nothing, handing you a grocery bag.

"How did you-"

"You suck at hiding pain, it was pretty obvious." He says as he leans his back against the other lockers.

"Thank you.' You say, then start to walk to your last class of the day.

After school, you lay on your bed, wearing the same oversized t-shirt and your underwear with your pad wings visible. your nose is red from sniffling and you're passed out laying on your side on your bed. its 6 pm and you completely forgot that you would be tutoring Puck tonight.

Puck was nervous that you weren't answering the door so he went ahead and let himself inside, knowing damn well how to pick a lock.

"Y/n?' he says as he walks through the house, making his way to your bedroom. The door is cracked open so he slowly peeks inside to see you asleep. He smiles and sets his schoolbag down in your room before walking into the kitchen and pulling a pan out from the cabinet. As you start to wake up, you hear clanging in the kitchen and wonder if your parents have come home a week early from their trip, so you shuffle out to the kitchen to see none other than Puck wearing an apron with no shirt, stirring food in a pan.

"Noah" You say very softly, not using his first name very often. he turns around.

"hey" he says as he takes a bite of bacon from the fridge

"You like steak? M main steak" He says casually as he's chewing the bacon.

"Wow." You say, kinda blown away that he's making steak and not an easier meal.

"Yeah, I mean, who doesn't."

He smiles as he continues to cook the steak and you take a moment to go to the bathroom and change your pad. You come out and Puck has plated the steak and the side.

"Wow" You say as he carries the two plates into your bedroom.

"What?" Puck asks as he sits shirtless on your bed, against the headboard.

"I just... never saw you as the domestic type. I mean, you even cleaned up after yourself." You say

Puck chuckles and starts to eat as you two watch a show on your tv. You take your first bite and are impressed with how good Puck cooked. The steak and mashed potatoes is just what your period pained body needs.

"mmmm." you moan as you eat.

After you're done, Puck takes both the plates and washes then before coming back with a glass of water.

"here, it will help with your cramps." he says.

You drink some of the water before feeling your eyes start to feel heavy.

Puck pulls your minky blanket over your legs and shuffles his body right next to yours and holds your side.

"Better?" he asks.

with a relaxed sigh, you let out,

"yeah, thank you."

......

"Would you maybe want... stay the night? Like a sleepover? We can watch movies and eat our weight in junkfood." You offer.

Puck holds you a little closer

"Thats so temptinggg" he says as you mention junk food.

You smile

[makarshughes]

ready for 12:30 pm puck drop / march 31, 2024.

[yankstrash]

𝐌𝐒𝐔’𝐬 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 & 𝐔𝐌’𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐨𝐲 ~ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭; 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧’𝐬 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐱 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡. 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲; 𝐀𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬’ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐦𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞? 

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐌𝐒𝐔) & 𝐀𝐧𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐫 (𝐔𝐌) 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝟑𝟎 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 

Friday, 6:00 pm, rivalry night in East Lansing, Michigan. An hour until puck drop between Michigan State University and The University of Michigan men’s ice hockey teams. People were beginning to file into the stadium and players were beginning to file out of the locker rooms and onto the ice to warm up. If you’re lucky enough to get a seat right along the glass of the rink for this game then you’re lucky enough. Ellie, the pretty 19 year old daughter of the Spartans hockey team's head coach, sure was lucky enough. 

Not only did she have the best view of the game, but she had the best view to, hopefully, see her newly ex boyfriend, get shoved right into the glass and knocked on his ass (in Ellie’s words). “Now I’m not saying I’m rooting against our team, I would never do that. However, I am STRONGLY rooting to see Nic get taken out hard.” She said to her best friend and roommate, Mackenzie, who was sitting beside her. “Agreed. He needs to be humbled, bad.” Her best friend agreed.

Being around hockey her whole life, Ellie’s dad always tried to steer his one and only daughter, not to mention child, clear of hockey boys. He knew they were bad news, but he also knew sooner or later one of them would catch her eye. And sure enough, that someone happened to be his center, Nicolas Rich. Ellie and Nic began dating during their freshman year, and although Ellie would never admit the full truth to her dad, their relationship was nothing but toxic from the start.

He was exactly what her father always tried to get her to stay away from, to protect her from. She never wanted her father to turn on one of his players however, so when they broke up, as far as he’s concerned, it’s because “It just didn’t work out, he wasn’t the one for me”. But the truth is, he did everything her father knew he would. Cheated, yelled, argued, manipulated, gaslighted and worst of all, broke her heart. 

While Nic would’ve never stooped as low as to physically hurt Ellie, he very much emotionally hurt her. During their 9 month relationship, she always had an idea that he cheated on her when he was away, but she could never prove it. And her accusations and insecurity is what lead to most of their arguments. She never wanted to actually be right about her cheating assumptions, but when she was in fact proven right after finding out he slept with a girl on a road trip, she broke it off immediately. Ellie put up with a lot of shit, but she knew her worth and as soon as she knew he was cheating she ended things completely. 

Nic had tried to talk to her and get back together, but his attempts failed. He hurt her and she knew he would never change, and so she wanted nothing to do with him. The breakup was over a month ago at this point, and Nic has finally given up on trying to win her back. Ellie is obviously still hurt, but she is finally moving on and all she’s focused on now is him getting a nice humbling on the ice. 

“Is it just me or is it colder in here than usual?” Ellie asked. Mackenzie shrugged, as she had all the appropriate attire on for a hockey game in Michigan. “I’ll be back, I’m gonna go grab a beanie from my dad’s office.” Ellie said, standing up to make her way to the locker room area, in search of a warm head piece. As she was walking, her phone vibrated in her hand. She looked down, surprised to see a text from Nic. 

What was he doing on his phone, shouldn’t he be warming up?

Ellie rolled her eyes and sighed as she read the text.

“Can we please meet and talk later? I miss you. I’m sorry. Please.”

She almost laughed as she read it, before she deleted the message and carried on her way. She let out another sigh as she began walking again and bumped right into someone. Her 5 '4 frame was no match for the 6' 2 one she just collided with, and she stumbled back a bit before she was settled into place by whoever she just rammed right into. 

“Holy shit I am so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going!” She said in a hurry, embarrassed that she just walked right into someone. “No no it’s my bad, I’m rushing, should’ve been on the ice 10 minutes ago to warm up.” The stranger said. It was then that she started seeing normally again, and her eyes landed on the face of the person she bumped into. Or should I say, the boy. She had to look up a bit, as he was a foot taller than her with skates on. When she did, she was met with the cutest boy she had ever seen. The title that once belonged to Nicolas Rich now belonged to the boy whose name she didn’t even know, who happened to be wearing the opposing team's jersey. The rival. 

“I-”. Was all she managed to get out. It was like she was in a trance. Ellie obviously had experience talking to attractive boys. Hell, her ex boyfriend was the heartthrob of MSU hockey, and she was stunning, but for some reason this boy took all the words out of her mouth. “Sorry.” She finally said. 

“I” “Sorry”. “What was wrong with me?” Was all she thought. 

The boy chuckled at her flusteredness, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit flustered himself by the beautiful girl standing in front of him. “It’s my bad, really.” He said. She did nothing but smile at him, unsure of what to say next. Instead of saying anything, she moved to the side and continued her walk to her dad’s office. She had taken about 5 steps before she was called back to the boy. “I’m Luke.” Was all he said. She turned back around at the sound of his voice. “Ellie.” She said with a smile. 

He smiled at the sound of her name, thankful she turned back around and told him. “And what are you doing rushing around by the locker rooms, Ellie?” He asked, curious as to why she wandered down here. “I didn’t bring a hat and it’s freezing in the rink, so I’m going to get one.” She said, her voice beginning to lose its shake and return to normal. Luke raised his eyebrows in confusion. “You know hockey games are cold, right?” He asked, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. She laughed at his comment. “So you’re going to steal one from the locker room?” He asked, still intrigued. “I’m going to steal one from my dad’s office.” She said. He raised his eyebrows again, but this time in curiosity. 

“Your dad?” He asked. “Yes, my dad, he’s the head coach of MSU.” She said. He nodded his head in understanding, knowing he’s probably treading in dangerous waters right now. “Well I would ask for your phone number, but I have a feeling I’ll get turned down for multiple reasons.” He said, feeling a sudden confidence boost. This wasn’t like Luke. Sure, he’s had girlfriends before, but the act of talking to a girl usually scared him a bit. He may be a well known hockey player and the brother of the NHL’s biggest heartthrob, but he was soft spoken, shy and quite reserved. It took a lot of confidence for him to make a move on a girl, especially one as pretty as the one he was currently talking to; But that’s the thing, she was pretty, really pretty, too pretty to let walk away without at least trying. And so when the sentence fell out of his mouth, he was just as taken aback as Ellie was.

“And what are the reasons, exactly?” Ellie asked. “I’ll start with I’m the rival, but I’ll tell you the rest if you say yes.” He said confidently. Ellie smirked. The last thing she wanted to do at the moment was get involved with another hockey player, especially one she knew nothing about. But how could she pass up the opportunity with the guy who she was staring at lustfully, who just replaced her ex boyfriend as the cutest boy she had ever seen? 

Feeling a bit confident herself but not wanting to seem too easy, she replied with “Maybe if you win tonight.” Luke was taken aback by her answer, mainly because he didn’t completely get rejected, but also because he knew this meant he had to be on his absolute A game tonight if he wanted a chance. “Then win I shall. See you later, Ellie.” He said, before now being the one to turn and walk away, leaving Ellie a bit speechless behind him. 

“Oh fuck, what did I get myself into?” Was all she thought as she continued on her journey, almost forgetting the reason she was down here in the first place.

[tea-moon-ster]

Close your eyes and I'll come to you (in a dream, or not)

Hiya! Here's 1.9k of O'Darwin fluff (mostly Alex/Kasey). In long distance relationships, even just a few days together mean the world. And Alex knows it well.

Contains minor Vaincre spoiler. All characters belong to @lumosinlove.

read it on ao3 here.

Kasey checked his phone before shoving it in his pocket. 4:38 pm. He was right on time.

He quickly put his worn, Rangers-blue sweater on before peeking into the bedroom. Natalie was getting comfortable in the sea of pillows she insisted on keeping on their bed, with two or three blankets involved in the process. The tv, that had been on some period drama the last time Kasey checked, was now a black screen. A slim finger pressed the button just above their bed to lower the blinds, creating the perfect mood for a nap.

Kasey couldn’t quite put a finger on it, but in the last few days Natalie had been a bit under the weather. Tired, sad, cuddlier than usual. She said it was just a bit of stress, and that she was missing Alex. At that, Kasey had prepared her comfort food, rubbed her back, and almost spoiled the surprise he’d been working on for three weeks. He would have to keep it a secret for just another hour.

“Nat,” he called softly, making her look up from her phone. “Going to the store real quick. Need anything?”

Her brows furrowed, as she probably scrolled a mental checklist and wondering what was it that Kasey needed, but it was gone a second. She shook her head, and sent him a small smile. “No, thanks baby. Be back soon, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She blew him a kiss, that he caught, and then he was gone. He flew down the stairs and got into the car in record time.

The Gryffindor airport was busy with the long weekend in sight. Tourists flying in, locals allowing themselves a few days out. Kasey checked the time and terminal number for the third time, bouncing a little on his feet.

The big screen showing arrivals lighted up with the JFK-GYF flight. People started to come in from the doors in front of him, and he resisted the urge to get on his toes to see better. Alex wasn’t exactly difficult to spot anyway.

As if summoned, the redhead appeared, smiling and talking to a fellow passenger. He didn’t spot Kasey right away, and this gave the goalie a moment to just look at him. It had been a while without a screen or his hockey mask in between them. Kasey distinctly felt the temperature in the room rise, the day becoming sunnier and, sue him, life turning a little sweeter. Alex looked good. The freckles that invaded his face and shoulders were turning more visible again, and he was wearing a sweatshirt that would probably end on Kasey or Nat in the next hour. Messy auburn hair was kept back by a backwards cap, and the worn backpack, the only thing he bothered to prepare for weekends in Gryffindor, was eased on a broad shoulder.

He came to an alt, still talking to the fellow passenger, and shook his hand with a big smile and one last pat on the shoulder. Then he turned, the attentive gaze he always wore on the ice as he led a puck towards the net, now looking for Kasey. His eyes softened the moment he found him, and Kasey felt the urgent need to whisper I missed you, I missed you, even feet apart. Alex would know. The space in between them had to know. Alex reached him in long strides, then engulfed him in a tight hug. Strong arms found his shoulder blades as Kasey’s automatically curled around his neck.

They stood like that for a while, absorbing the other’s presence and swinging slightly, letting the busy flow around them clear out a bit. Alex let out a happy hum against his ear, tightening the hug for a few seconds. Tense muscled finally finding peace. They parted, only for Kasey to find a bright smile, all for him to lean over and kiss gently.

“Hm, happy to see me,” Alex mused, a finger stroking Kasey’s cheek lightly.

“I’m always happy to see you,” he retorted, making Alex chuckle and nod.

“I know you are. Lead the way, Winter.”

They walked to the exit of the terminal in silence. Kasey’s two-inches advantage was perfect for Alex to keep his head on the blonde’s shoulder, an arm around his back, as the goalie took the backpack from him and swung it on his other shoulder. Not because it was heavy -Alex had probably thrown in only a t-shirt and a snack as usual, everything else he might need already at their loft. But Kasey could. It was sensational.

“Made another friend on the plane?”

“Yeah, Juan. Great guy. He’s vising his family for the weekend. Owns a fusion restaurant in Soho, made me promise we’d go sometimes.”

Kasey hummed, suppressing a smile. Every time Alex sat next to someone for more than five minutes, he would make new friends. The goalie could still recall Agnes, an old lady they’d met on another plane that ended up giving them half the muffins she’d baked for her grandkids. That had been a few years ago, and Alex still had semi-regular coffee dates with her.

“We will.”

Kasey slid the key into the keyhole carefully, trying not to make a sound. He and Alex got into the loft quietly, stopping for a second to listen, but the house was quiet. Natalie was still sleeping. They lost their shoes, a satisfied hum coming from Alex, as if to say here I am, as he tiptoed his way to the kitchen. Kasey followed him, and smiled as the other man opened his backpack. Of course. He began to take boxes and boxes of the butter cookies from the boulangerie at the corner of his apartment. The ones that Natalie loved and had for breakfast every time she visited.

Alex smiled back at him with a raised eyebrow, and his hand emerged with three more boxes, colorful tins and elegant letters. He shrugged, looking down at them.

“Went to this Russian bakery in the West Village, and the owner said-” he cleared his throat, putting a terrible Russian accent on, “-oh, your tea-lover boy must try this. Give you some blends, you come back for more.” He snickered as Kasey shook his head fondly and studied one of the boxes. Bergamot and cinnamon. His favorite blend. “I don’t think it was a suggestion. Sounded more like a threat.”

Kasey didn’t try to hide a smile as he examined the other tea tins. He couldn’t, not really. You talk to people about me. Alex was a black coffee drinker, and only indulged in tea when Kasey was having it. Kasey could see him, leaning on the counter of a bakery, talking to a huge Russian man about his boyfriend and how he only drank tea, not coffee.

Kasey didn’t know what to say, so he tilted his head and opened an arm for Alex to fit under. And he kissed him, sweet and slow, because the weekend was long, and they had all the time in the world, and Alex talked about him to Russian bakers. They took their time, one of Alex’s hands going for his hair and drawing a happy sound from Kasey, who slid on one of the stools by the counter. Even after they parted, they stayed there, recharging with the other’s presence, reminiscing of times when all that could only have been a bitter fantasy.

Kasey looked for those sweet brown eyes, and passed a gentle finger under one of them, absorbing Alex’s soft smile and gentle hands on his hips. He just looked, trying to convey what he was feeling. I love you. I love how you put your love for us in every action. Thank you for the teas. I feel so lucky to have you. I didn’t think I’d ever get to have you like this.

“I know,” the redhead murmured, leaving a soft kiss at the corner of his mouth. “Me too.”

They spent another few minutes in a soft hug. Swinging in silence, hands moving in circles on the other’s back. Kasey focused on the shoulder he’d watched get slammed against the boards during the Rangers’ last game. It drew more than a few relieved sighs from the redhead melting against him.

At some point Alex parted to squish his cheeks. Kasey indulged him and all the Baby, Baby cheeks, Sweet Snowflake, Winter Seal he received, letting him do. It came to an end when Alex patted his chest a few times, then stood straight.

"We didn't hide the whole visit to Natalie only for her to walk on us cuddling in the kitchen," he claimed. "Let's go, Sweet Storm."

The shades were still submerging the room in a dark and drowsy silence. Kasey could still see Alex’s smile as the man slid next to the bundle of blankets and pillows that still hadn’t moved and threw an arm around Nat’s waist.

He began to move slow circles on her back, delicate but firm enough for her to stir a little, drawing a soft hmm from under the plaid. Alex put a finger on his mouth, and Kasey got the message, crossing the room to sit quietly at the other end of the bed, facing Natalie.

Alex continued his strokes, solid and warm against her back, and when she mumbled hm, Kase, they both hid their laughs in their hands. The stirs grew more impatient, until a blonde cascade of messy hair appeared. A dark eye peeked in the direction of Kasey. He smiled, stroking her cheek.

“Hmm, Kase, keep doing that,” she mumbled, reaching for the hand on her back and bringing it around her waist again.

Alex’s eyebrows shot up in amusement at the same time as Kasey’s, who snorted a laugh out. The redhead pressed more firmly to the girl’s back, and she kept his hand on her waist. The other shrugged, and they waited in silence for Natalie to become more awake and notice whose hand she was trapping.

She stirred a few more times, letting a happy hum out as Alex left a soft kiss on her shoulder, and then slowly began to open her eyes. She looked puzzled at Kasey, who was smiling, and her brows furrowed. Without breaking eye contact, she started feeling the hand on her waist, running her fingers up and down the forearm surer and faster.

She let out a sob. “No.”

“Yes,” Alex whispered back, leaving a peck behind her ear.

It was all it took for Natalie to scramble to a sitting position and jump on Alex, arms going tight around his neck. He grasped her back immediately, strong arms clutching the large t-shirt for a long moment. He buried his face in the nook of her collarbone as he eased them both gently in a lying position. He could hear her sob as she left a series of quick kisses  among his hair, and smiled against her neck.

“You fucker,” she sobbed, holding him in a suffocating grip. “When did you…how…Kase, did you…”

“Yep,” Kasey replied softly. He crossed the bed to fall into the arm Alex opened for him, and let out a happy hum against his chest. “Surprise.”

It took a while for Natalie to detach herself from Alex enough to form a sentence. “All weekend?” she asked as she passed a hand on her wet cheek.

Alex kissed her forehead, her nose, her cheeks before stroking them gently. “’Till Tuesday.”

That got another series of sobs out of Natalie, but it mixed with a watery laugh, that glittered more than every prize the two players could win.

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[bambina-daydreamer]

EIGHT PM PUCK DROP MEANS 8PM NOT NO FUCKEN 819PM kill bettman immediately

[lumosinlove]

Day Eight:

On the eighth day of Winterfic, Hazel gave to you, Saint and Luke in the SW Universe!

Goaltenders had a watchful way about them. Usually on the shyer side, too. They had a routine, they kept quiet. Towel around the neck, head down in the locker room. They were leaders on the team, but they were also separate. Down in their net, they didn’t pile into the goal celebrations. They watched the whole game. Pointed things out that their teammates, focused on the space around them for the most part, didn’t see.

Saint watched the whole game when he was on the ice. And he tried to do the same thing off of it, too. The Game. And life was a game to him—in that way, maybe he was unlike most goaltenders. Not quite loud, but bold. Everything about him begged to be noticed, and appreciated, and he didn’t even have to try.

And Luke was there to do it. He noticed. He would always notice Saint.

He would even notice him, and only him, at the team holiday party, where it was hard to keep one’s attention on just one thing because these parties were rowdy and cheerful. Team parties were always an interesting affair. The vast age range, the different parts of life that different guys were at, made for a confusing room. In part, it was something like an after-school party. Cute kids running around, guys and their wives talking to the other parental figures. In another part, it was a low-level frat party, what one was like at ten PM instead of two AM. In another, it was a video game hang-out to which someone had brought really good food.

Luke wasn’t sure which part he belonged to—other than the kid part. He’d gone to college, but had stayed well clear of the hammering bass parties. He drank on occasion only, and it turned out standing in a dark living room yelling at each other to hear anything was only so fun when you were ten times as sober as anyone else. But it also made him feel funny to sit on a couch and stare at a screen when there was a whole party going on in the background. Some of the Rangers veterans were just standing there, relaxed and free to talk. Panarin, Zibanejad, hell, even Lundqvist was here. But they probably wanted a break from talking about hockey. He knew he should stop thinking of them as Rangers veterans. They were his teammates, had been for three years now, and he’d just signed onto another six.

What did it say about him that his first thought, when offered the contract, was of what they were offering Saint?

Saint had been in New York an entire year less than he had, but sometimes he felt older than even someone like Kreider, who had been on the team the longest. And, at least from Luke’s seat in one of the plush chairs of the rooftop lounge, it didn’t look like Saint was having any trouble figuring out what part of the room he belonged in. He could play the whole game. The whole room, too.

Right then, he was talking with a few of the Russians, holding a glass of whiskey from his fingertips. He looked ten times more relaxed than Luke felt, but then again, Luke knew him. Saint could seem to be anything he put his mind to. Luke knew him, and Luke knew better. No team wanted to go on the holiday break in the way they had. Any NHL team wanted December to be a month of wins, if only so you could go home to your families for a few days while breathing a little easier.

They had done the opposite. They were in a slump, all of them. Turning pucks over, hitting post. Luke couldn’t even count the number of nights he had stayed awake in his bed recently, that rubber-on-medal ping echoing in his ears. The rumors had already begun, the Rangers need fire power, the Rangers need someone who puts pucks in the net, who can give this team a little confidence, make them stop leaving their net minders out to dry. Saint was having the worst run in his career.

Luke knew him. He was anything but relaxed. His mind was on January already, without a doubt, and all the goaltender-typical superstition would be focused on what the new year might bring. He watched Saint listening to the conversation around him, the way he brought his glass up slowly to his lips for a sip. He looked good. Like the conversation and type of party, there was also a wide dress-code, from suits to t-shirts and toques. Saint, of course, straddled them both effortlessly. He wore dark grey, fitted slacks and a black sweater. The necklace he always wore, just a simple chain, glinted at the edges of the collar. He looked tall and strong, despite everything that was happening on the ice.

Despite everything that had been happening between the two of them.

How did he manage it? Even thinking about the fact that he needed two hands now to count the amount of times he’d kissed Sebastian Saint Montague made Luke feel like he needed to sit down. It gave him the same feeling as sending a puck into the net. The hard rush of adrenaline, his heart getting put just a little out of time.

“Cookie?” said a small, high voice, and then there were two tiny hands on his knees. A boy with big brown eyes and a head full of tight, black curls was blinking up at him. It was Will Morgan’s son, Luke realized. Noah.

“Hey, bud,” Luke said. “Cookie?”

Noah grinned. “Cookie!”

“Not without asking your dad, little guy.” Luke put his soda down, and rose, swinging Noah into the air with him and making him shriek and laugh.

Luke had never thought he liked kids, but he supposed this one was okay. Noah pointed in the direction of his father like an explorer at the bow of a boat.

“Daddy!” Noah shouted once Luke got a little closer.

Will Morgan looked up from where he and his wife were talking to the Trochecks. Luke supposed he had officially crossed over into the after-school drinks section of the room.

“Hi, honey,” Will grinned. “Oh, look who you found.”

“Luke,” Noah said earnestly.

“He came looking for cookie support,” Luke said. “Just wanted to check with you guys first.”

Will’s wife, Ray, laughed. “What the heck, sure, it’s Christmas. He’s gonna crash so hard later.”

Luke looked at Noah, arching a brow. “Affirmative.”

Noah patted his cheek. “What?”

“Cookie,” Luke said very seriously and Noah gave another shriek that made Luke wince and crack a smile.

Maybe it was the kid’s table. Maybe that’s where he belonged, Luke thought as he watched Noah and some of the other kids munch happily as they handed him crayons to scribble with. Draw puck, draw puck! Thank God the little Trocheck girl hadn’t asked for something more complicated, but he liked that he could make all these little guys so happy just by drawing a blue dot where they pointed to. It was easier than talking to anyone. Luke was shy, and he knew it, and, sure, the other guys knew it, but that didn’t help. He’d been told he didn’t have the nicest resting face, and that it made the shyness get mistaken for disinterest. These kids didn’t seem to care, though. They seemed to like him just fine.

“I didn’t know we had invited a band of artists to the party,” said a voice from just behind him, and Luke felt the back of his neck heat.

“Saint!” came a chorus of replies, some of the kids actually bouncing up and down as they beamed up at him.

And of course they all loved Saint. Adored him, it looked like. Just of course they did.

It didn’t mean Luke was prepared for it when Saint crouched beside him, pressing them together from shoulder to hip, and picked up a crayon. “All right, all right, settle yourselves. What should I draw, then?”

He received a very wide array of choices. Dinosaur! The Earth! My grandma’s couch! Goalie mask! 

“My mask, then,” Saint said. Luke watched Saint draw an outline of his mask—pretty well, if Luke was anyone to judge. “What should I have on my mask next season?”

Another wide array of options. Dinosaur! Chicken nuggets! The moon! And Saint drew each suggestion. A little T-Rex, brown blobs of chicken nuggets—no, from McDonald’s! cried a kid, to which Saint very seriously replied, They don’t sponsor us, kiddo. The yellow crescent moon took up one side, along with a tree of broccoli with a great red X over it, and, for some reason, the words watering can, which perhaps someone had only just learned.

“Luke!” cried Noah.

“Yeah?” Luke said.

“No, Luke goes on the mask.”

“Luke?” Saint said, and then, for the first time since crouching down, turned to look at him. It brought them closer, Saint’s honey-brown eyes right there, his full parted lips. “Oh, hi there, Tweedle.”

“Hi,” Luke said softly. Again—he was better at talking to kids, it seemed.

It only lasted a moment before the kids were demanding their attention again, pushing the blue crayon back into Saint’s hand. Across the forehead of the mask, Saint neatly wrote out the letters of his name. L-U-K-E. Luke laughed when he made the kids spell it out, pointing to each letter as if they were in class. They were only too happy to prove to him that they could, though. It was sweet.

“And what should we do with it?” Saint asked. “We can’t just leave it like that, can we?”

The little Trocheck girl leaned forward. “Big heart!”

Saint picked up a red crayon and pointed it at her. “Good choice.”

Luke flushed, didn’t even notice the way he was biting his lip as he watched Saint take the small crayon and, oh-so carefully, trace out the two arches of a lopsided heart around Luke’s name. Like he was some sort of crush of his, and he was doodling in a high school notebook.

“Very nice,” Saint said, and then signed his name on the paper with his actual signature, making Luke snort. Saint just smiled and rose with an exaggerated groan to make the kids laugh—although Luke swore he heard one of his knees pop. “All right, I’m stealing Luke away now.” Saint kicked at Luke’s butt to get him to stand up, too. He threw an arm around Luke’s shoulders and fixed the kids with a mocking glare. “No following us, we’re going to eat the grossest cookies you’ve ever seen.”

They left the confused chorus of ews behind, and Luke laughed as Saint pushed him towards the balcony doors that lead to the rest of the roof. Saint slid the door open, all fogged up from the cold outside, the heat inside, then closed it again behind them. Luke looked back and found that the party was nothing but blurry silhouettes, and hints at light.

“Pretty nice piece those kids have,” Luke said. “Signed it and everything.”

“Thought they should have something to start them off in life,” Saint said. “You know, in case their daddy’s whole NHL thing doesn’t work out.”

Luke just smiled and walked to the railing, leaning on it and looking out over New York City’s lights. A siren wailed below them, and the wind was surprisingly gentle for being so far up. Luke was barely even cold.

“It was a good idea, though.” A moment later, Saint was leaning beside him. “Instead of my number on the front of my mask, I’m going to switch it to just your name in a big, red heart. What do you think?”

“I think you’ll get some shit for it.”

Luke wasn’t sure why he said it. He’d meant it as shit from the guys, jokes and chirps. But it came out closer to what he supposed the words had made them both think of. Each other. And nine whole times they had kissed. Luke stared out at the city, its lights blurring together as his mind went elsewhere, to Saint’s mouth, to Saint’s hands pushing up and under his shirt, to both of them looking at each other afterwards, trying to figure out what this was.

“I don’t care about any of that,” Saint said from beside him. “Do you?”

Luke pressed his lips together. Saint was made to be noticed. To be adored, like those kids in there. Like the entire city of New York, when they chanted his name in MSG. Saint, Saint, Saint. Luke had a shyness that most people thought was just rude arrogance. Saint was perfection, while the internet often speculated as to whether Luke even knew how to smile.

“Black’s done it,” Saint said. “With Lupin. They’re okay. And the world’s a whole lot harder on Black than it ever will be on either of us.”

That was true. People hated Black just because he was good, then hated him when he was bad, too. God, what must that be like?

“Okay, you can’t do this with me,” Saint said, gesturing around them. “You know this. Stop it.”

Luke looked over at him, confused, and Saint smiled and turned to face him, too. He gave his head a slow shake, eyebrows raised.

“You’re not going quiet on me. Answer my question. I’m done not talking about this. It’s been about a year now if kissing you, and, personally, I really like it. I’m not saying I want to drop a press conference, but I’m not going to stop myself from wanting to be with you just because someone might give me shit for it.”

Luke liked this. This forceful, no-nonsense side of Saint. It was good for him. For the most part, Luke was bad at sorting out meaning when people talked circles around themselves. Saint didn’t do that. Saint knew what he wanted, he read the whole game, the whole ice, the whole room, and life, and he said it that way.

Luke decided to give it a try. As long as it was just Saint here, as long as it was just the two of them, he could deal with his heart pounding and his breath trying to run away from the sheer honesty of it all.

“You think I don’t like kissing you?” he asked.

“Oh, you love kissing me,” Saint said. “Like doing a few other things to me, too, that I won’t name with children so close and present.”

Luke smirked. “Yeah.”

“I’m just saying maybe you’d like being those things with me.” Saint swallowed, and Luke saw the nerves then. The little cracks, the toll that this season had taken. “And only me.”

Luke bit his lip again. “Mhm.”

“And maybe not be so quiet about it. With me.”

“Okay,” Luke said, heart roaring happily in his ears now. “I’d like that.”

“Little louder, Luke,” Saint leaned in and whispered. “Just for me.”

Luke was shy, and quiet, and unsure most of the time of how anything was going to end. But Saint was asking, and Luke wanted nothing more than to give them both what they wanted. He reached out a brushed a thumb over Saint’s bottom lip before steadying his jaw so he could kiss him. He lingered in it, pulling away as slow as ever.

“I want only you,” Luke said, and for once Saint was the speechless one. Saint only smiled and kissed him again.

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ game day ] n. hischier

day seven of malia’s christmas fic marathon

paring : Nico Hischier x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) flies into the states early to surprise and watch her boyfriend play a game before he goes on the short Christmas break

warning(s) : none

author’s note : sorry that this is on the shorter side but i am tryinggg to catch up on fics for the marathon (i timed this out really poorly bc i didn’t realize how exhausted i would be from work everyday)

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The plane lands 20 minutes before game time so she has to rush to get to the Prudential Center from Newark airport. It should only be a 10 minute drive but it’s a few days before Christmas so everyone is flying in to spend the holidays with their families.

Including (Y/N).

She's lucky that her Uber is waiting for her right outside the airport after she grabs her suitcase from baggage claim. There is already a ton of traffic leaving the airport and she groans as she checks the time. She's going to miss warmups but maybe she can get there in time for puck drop.

There's a text from Nico that comes through as she finally leaves the airport.

neeks ❦ - 6:59 pm can't wait to see you after the game. gonna score a goal or two for you tonight. text me when you land. i love you, mien liebling ♡

(Y/N) realizes that he's back in the locker room between warmups and puck drop. Traffic finally begins to clear up so the Uber speeds up going into Newark. Her knee bounces in the backseat as she keeps an eye on the time.

"Anxious for the Devils game tonight?" The Uber asks with a thick New York accent. "I see you're headed to the Rock."

"Just anxious I won't get there in time for puck drop," she replies. "My boyfriend is playing in the game and I wanted to surprise him before the puck dropped but I didn't realize how much traffic there would be two days before Christmas."

The Uber looks very surprised when she says that her boyfriend is playing. "Devils player, I hope?" he curiously asks as he looks in the rearview mirror at her.

"Yeah," she replies. "I'm not wearing 13 for no reason."

"Ah, the captain," he says as he pulls out front of the Prudential Center. "Good choice. Well, good luck to the boys tonight. Hopefully they can bring home this dub against Detroit."

Yeah, me too. She doesn't say it out loud as she gets out of the car. She grabs her suitcase and heads around the building where she knows Nico parks all the time.

(Y/N) puts her suitcase in the trunk of Nico's car with the extra key she has before she heads to the back entrance of the building. With a flash of the VIP badge and ticket that she bought to security, (Y/N) gets into the back entrance of the Prudential Center with no issues.

She can hear the starting lineups being announced as she rushes through the concourse so they haven't even gotten to the National Anthem yet as she practically sprints to the seat she bought.

The singer is being announced as she walks down the steps to her front row seat right next to the Devils' bench. Luckily, Nico is standing closest to the glass on the ice as the singer begins to sing.

She isn't being very subtle with the way she's walking in front of everyone. When she looks on the ice, she sees that her boyfriend is looking at her. Nico smiles and bites his bottom lip when she looks at him. She gives him a small wave then shows him the jersey she's wearing. He has to repress the smile that threatens to spill onto his lips.

Then applause breaks out throughout the arena, signaling that the anthem has ended. Nico puts his helmet back on and skates to his teammates. (Y/N) settles down in her seat and sends Nico a 'looking good out there' text she knows he will see at intermission.

Their eyes occasionally find each other throughout the game. Jack even notices Nico looking toward her at one point during a power play and says something to his captain. Nico's face turns visibly red when he looks at his alternate. Jack laughs at whatever Nico says to him. (Y/N) can't help but capture Nico's flustered face as he gets ready for the faceoff. She'll have to ask him about it later.

Timo scores one in the second period and one in the third. Tyler scores the game winner with eight minutes left in the third, and the Devils hang on for the win. Nico gets a couple shots on goal but no puck luck.

As first star of the game Timo gets interviewed on the ice, (Y/N) makes her way to Nico's car.

She doesn't know if she's shivering from how cold it is outside or if it's because she's excited to see her boyfriend for the first time in over a week. Either way, her entire body is shaking.

While she waits for Nico, she leans against his car and scrolls through social media. There are clips of her arriving to the game and Nico's reaction to seeing her all over Twitter. She can't help but share one of the videos of Nico's reaction with a little heart emoji. The replies and quotes start rolling in almost immediately. The Devils fans are loving the confirmation that Nico was looking at her during the anthem.

The door opens and (Y/N) watches Nico walk into the parking lot with Jack, Luke, Jonas, and Timo. She smiles and walks up to the group.

"Congratulations on your two goal night, Timo," she says to get the group's attention. "And first star." Timo smiles in response but doesn't have time to say anything before Nico finally makes a move.

He immediately envelopes her in a hug as soon as he processes that she's standing in front of him. She giggles when her boyfriend lifts her off her feet. She wraps her legs around his waist so she doesn't fall. "I think that's our cue to leave," Timo tells the Hughes boys as he walks in the direction of his car.

Jack laughs, "Have a good night, cap."

"Use protection," the youngest Hughes states as he, Jack, and Timo head to their cars. She smiles at Luke's comment.

Nico has no reaction to what his teammates say. He's busy burying his face in (Y/N)'s neck and holding her in his arms. "

They stay like this for a few seconds before Nico finally sets her back down on the ground. His hands cup her jaw and she wraps her arms around his waist under his jacket. "I thought your flight was going to get in while I was playing," Nico finally says to her.

"And miss your last game before the short winter break?" she asks with a smile on her lips. "Absolutely not. I know you guys haven't been playing very well and I know how that's been making you feel so I wanted to be here tonight. Proud of you and the boys for bringing in a win going into the break."

A little frown forms on his lips. "You didn't have to leave your family early just to be here for me," he tells her. "Oh my God."

She fixes his beanie and lets out a light laugh. "They told me to come back," she admits to him. "I told them about our conversation after the last game and how I wished I could be there for you because of how frustrated you were so I switched to an earlier flight. Seemed to do the trick because you won tonight."

Nico smiles and shakes his head. His thumbs run over her cheekbones and he sighs. "I truly don't deserve you," he quietly says. "Best girlfriend ever."

"Best boyfriend ever," she retorts as she gets on her tiptoes. They share a quick, soft kiss that Nico tries to deepen but she doesn't let it get too far away from them. "Can we go home? I miss Nala and her cuddles."

He laughs at the mention of their kitten that they adopted a month ago. "Yes, we can go home," he says. "Pretty sure Nala misses you too. She cried right after you left and has slept on your side of the bed every night you've been away."

They get in the car and Nico takes off the beanie. Her jaw drops.

"You asshole," she gasps as Nico starts the car. "You cut your hair."

Nico smiles and she runs her fingers through his shortened locks. "It was too long, liebling," he laughs as he pulls out of the parking spot. "It was getting in the way more often than not." She pouts and Nico notices. "It'll grow back, baby. Promise."

"And you better not cut it again without my approval," she retorts. "You know how much I love the longer hair. Don't make me hide all of the scissors in New Jersey and New York, because I will."

"So dramatic."

"You love me anyway."

He glances over at her with a small smile on his face. "Yeah, I do."

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