#she's i think the first player besides ben that i started watching just bc i wanted to

[rolandkaros]

i feel like i just need to reiterate how dear to me jasmine paolini is.

[star-girl69]

Ultraviolence

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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a/n: double chapter today bc…. you’ll see… i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, mentions of guns and bullets, animal death, mentions of blood, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End

Chapter Eleven - This Hunger Has No End

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1996-

This is how we do it!

The impromptu dance parties had been happening almost every night, a way to preserve normalcy. Jackie has first suggested it, but the rest of them had all agreed and soon- they were putting a music player in bucket, making it loud enough to project across the whole cabin.

You were still eating your dinner, the venison just as good as last night, easier to savor now that there wasn’t a rolling hunger in your stomach. The deer wouldn’t last much longer, but it would last long enough, you told yourself- until you could find another thing to kill.

The girls all danced and shouted, Coach snapping as a way of clapping, and you watched them all with a smile on your face. This felt like you weren’t in the woods. And maybe that was what you all needed.

Finally, the music started winding down, the voice becoming distorted until it stopped completely.

“Goddamn it,” Van panted, pick it up from the bucket and giving it a few hits. No music. “Has hitting something ever fixed it?”

“Maybe try blowing on it,” Mari said, and Van opened the side and did just so. Nothing was heard in the cabin besides for sharp creaking from upstairs, like a footstep.

Everyone stopped and looked up at the ceiling.

“Uh, the fuck was that?” Jackie asked.

“Wait, you heard it too?” Lottie says, her eyes wide.

“It was probably just a branch,” Taissa says, her voice commanding.

Mari gives her a look. “Inside, on the floor? What if it’s… you know, him?”

“What, the dead guy?”

“Um… yeah.”

“You know what it probably was?” Nat asks. “The dead guy’s missing fingers trying to find their way home.” She smiles and everyone scolds her, and you can’t help but laugh slightly, hiding behind your hand.

“You really have to encourage them?” Tai sighs.

“You gotta admit, it didn’t sound like it was on the roof.”

“Fine. Then it was just a rat, a raccoon, or something, I don’t know, it-”

“Shh,” Lottie says sharply, suddenly cutting Jackie off. She looks towards the ceiling. “Listen.”

“Oh, my God,” Tai mutters under her breath.

Everyone looks at the ceiling, including you.

While you won’t deny that the wilderness is a weird and scary place- ghosts? An animal is much more likely.

“Well I don’t hear it now,” Mark says after a moment.

Before the girls can start arguing again, Coach Ben interrupts.

“All right, all right. You know what I think it was? I think the ghost decided it was time to get some sleep. And we should probably do the same, yeah?”

“Yeah, I don’t know,” Van spoke, holding up the music player. And slowly, like a spill of water, the girls are dispersed and moved to their beds.

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Hunting was what you did most these days. You, Nat, and Travis would all hike out into the woods and look around for tracks and scratches in the trees- and while sometimes you did find markers that a deer was around, you never found it.

You were ready to go, holding your stomach because of your cramps- which most of the girls were also plagued with by now.

“Jackie,” Nat said, kicking her sleeping form. She groaned. “Jackie! Up and at ‘em, or something.”

“You got it right,” you say, smiling sarcastically, and she rolls her eyes, smiling as well.

“I’m so cold,” Jackie groans, looking like a blue blanket with her brown hair spilling out on top. “And I have cramps!” she said, finally rolling over and facing the two of you.

“No shit,” Nat scoffs. “We literally all have cramps.”

“I feel like I have appendicitis and I’m not in bed.” You start walking towards the door, excited for some fresh air- wondering if it will help you. “It’s no excuse, Jackie!” you shout over your shoulder.

Natalie chuckles. “Our periods have synced up,” she says to Jackie, nudging her one more time. “C’mon.”

She follows you out of the cabin, slinging the gun over her shoulder while you slip on your backpack.

“Hey,” Akilah says when Jackie finally comes outside. “Bloody soldiers on the left, breakfast on the right. Okay? Don’t mess ‘em up like Travis did,” she smiles.

“Okay,” he says, shooting her a look. “You guys are disgusting. I’m just-” he makes a gagging sound, and Akilah rolls her eyes.

“Shut up,”

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“Are we finally going?” Travis asks, looking at the “bloody soldiers” in disgust.

“Oh, don’t be so happy,” Natalie smiles. “Everywhere you go, the blood will follow you.”

He groans, but follows the two of you anyways, deep into the woods, looking for birds or something to shoot.

Travis goes first, resting the gun on the curve of a tree, staring at a large plain of thick shrubs, nothing comes out.

“Nothing,” he sighs after a minute, letting the gun fall.

“Ah, giving up makes sense.” She holds up the piece of paper you’ve been keeping track on. “You’re not too far behind to catch up.”

Travis is third, by a wide margin, and you can’t stop thinking about it and smiling. Even though he’s been nicer ever since that day on the plane, you can’t help but wonder how much this is hurting his ego.

“It’s not my fault your lady bloods are scaring all the prey away.”

“Wow,” you laugh, leaning down to touch the leaf of a small fern.

“You went there,” Nat says.

“Went there? I am surrounded on all sides That cabin is, like, the blood hive.” He reloads the gun.

She scoffs. “What’s the matter, Travis? Are you scared of our menses?”

“Never said that.”

She smiles, giving you her hand and helping tug you up from the ground. “Anyway, shouldn’t the smell of blood attract animals?”

“Uh, predators, maybe. But sure hunter-gatherer tribes used to make their women, like, hide in huts or whatever when they were on their periods?”

“Yeah, Travis, let’s talk about the logic of neanderthals or whatever,” you say.

“Yeah, I’m confused. Are you a zoologist or an anthropologist?”

He chuckles. “I’m pretty sure it was that so they wouldn’t ruin the hunt.”

“More like cause men needed something to blame their failures on.”

Travis looks at her and takes in a breath, turning back around towards the trees.

“Ouch. I guess that hasn’t changed.”

“Can he, like, forfeit his turn for being stupid?” Natalie smiles and wraps her arm around your waist, leaning against you, while you cross your arms, wanting to go back to the cabin.

Finally, the bird you’ve been stalking kicks up in flight. Travis fires a shot, and misses.

“Fuck,” he says, breathing heavily, and you and Natalie have to turn around to try and hide your laugh. “Whatever,” he spits, stalking off.

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You lay on your stomach next to Natalie, watching a small groundhog eat some leaves maybe 30 feet away.

She takes a deep breath and pulls the trigger. You shrink into yourself, expecting the sharp sound of a gunshot to come, but it doesn’t. Something clicks, and you look over to see Nat opening an empty chamber, which shouldn’t be empty.

“You cheater,” she says, turning to Travis who starts laughing, holding a bullet in his hand.

He does some weird trick you can barely even make out, and the bullet disappears from in between his fingers.

“Are you seriously doing magic right now?” you ask. “Major turn-off,” you sigh, flipping around so you’re laying on your back. You can hear Travis scoff. “Can we stay here for a minute? My stomach hurts.”

Natalie lays on her back next to you.

“Didn’t you tell Jackie that cramps are no excuse to stay in bed?”

Travis makes a gagging sound and walks away.

“Yeah, but like, this is is the woods. Not my bed.”

“Oh, okay,” she laughs. You rest in silence for another minute, you shoulder touching hers. “Appendicitis, though? Really?”

“I’m serious!” you say, drawing out the word in a groan, digging your feet into the dirt and turning your head to face her.

But she was already staring at you.

Her face is inches away from hers, the end of your noses brush, and you can feel her breath on your skin.

Her eyes are wide and bright blue, and you want to smile, to laugh and joke with her, but there’s something pulling you towards her, to just be like this.

You can hear branches rustle in the wind.

If you were to say her name, your lips would ghost across hers.

She’s been haunting you for so long, always right there, always a second too long, always thinking of her touch as soon as you had touched her.

Hunger has been something in your stomach you’re accustomed to. But this hunger, this one for her is different. It is a storm, in a way that you know it will never stop. There is no end in sight, no hope of food, of a savior.

You are starving and dying by the day, but this shaky friendship with her, that is what is barely keeping you alive.

The only savior you could possibly have is her.

And you’re in the wilderness, and you’re not stupid, and she looks and Travis and she cares about him. She dug up a dead body for him.

This is a hunger that will never stop, a violence inside of you that she could help you with, that you could share, but she won’t give it to you. She won’t ever give it to you, the girl with the gash across her face, the girl who barely speaks, the girl who is always second best even here in the wilderness.

It is never over, not when you’re too young to keep something like this, not when she is all that you have ever wanted, staying right in front of you for years.

Maybe it is the wilderness, the plane crash, but maybe it is just that you like looking at her, and you feel safe with her, and you want to hold her hand forever and wait for her.

“Guys!” Travis shouts, and you gasp and sit up, feeling stupid and embarrassed. Your mind was going to places that you wanted it to go. Not where it had to go.

“Y/N,” she whispers, reaching out for your hand, but you stand up. One of the bandages on your face comes loose.

“Sorry,” you say finally. “I-” But you can’t speak, you can’t lie to her, because you aren’t sorry.

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for-” she smiles, so sweetly, like she’s watching her favorite TV show, like she’s watching the rain fall on a peaceful night.

But the thing about rain is that soon your boots will fill up with water, soon you hair will stick to your face, and soon it won’t be nice anymore- it won’t be peaceful.

But you’re violence and she’s violence, and a little more won’t hurt-

You have survived through so much together, and you can’t step forward like this just to lose her. Not here, not in the wilderness, not ever.

You are so hungry, so, so hungry, and there is no way you can ever feed it. No way you can ever make this go away. This hunger will never be over.

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[nicolesainz]

Message In A Bottle (BC 21)

Ben Chilwell x reader

Warnings: fluff, in its extreme version

Summary: She’s feeling like a face in the crowd. But she’s reaching for him, terrified

“If he scores, you go down an kiss him!” Mason told me watching his team play against Arsenal at their home Stadium.

“No way! Can’t do that” I shook my head disapprovingly to his request or more appropriately, demand.

“But why? It will be the perfect moment. It’s now or never” he’s nudging me playfully

“Don’t do this to me Mase. You know I’m too scared. Plus, what if he gets mad and pushes me away in front of a thousand people?”

"Have I ever let you down?" the Chelsea midfielder raised his eyebrows at me

Its true. Whatever Mason says, happens. But what if this time things changed? What if Ben prefers only my friendship, rather than something more. I would hate myself if our relationship and what we've built all those years broke down, because of my pure stupidity.

"It's different this time. Things don't always go as planned. If I do it and then Ben stops talking to me, it will be my final straw. And I will blame you forever."

"You won't blame me, because nothing bad will happen. Plus, you love me too much to hate me, Y/N. I need you to trust me one last time."

I have always looked up to Ben. I don't often believe that the 'perfect people' exist, but when it comes to him, I fully support that. In all my living years, I have never met a more special man and human besides Chilly.

Since we were little kids, my heart would flutter, every time I was around his presence. I enjoyed being surrounded by him and get to spend time. Even if it was a few minutes.Sadly, during high school I kept some distance. Due to his relationships and football career starting, I didn't want to be a burden. He knew I always rooted for him quietly and was his biggest supporter.

I respected his partners and time away from me, even if that hurt me deeply. Moving on was extremely difficult, but my heart kept saying that I needed to stay. Although what if this time never arrived? What if I kept on loving him until my very last breath?

"You aren't there to see the look on his face when you can't make it to the games. You don't see how happy he is, preparing new celebrations, in case of possible goals, wanting to be dedicated to you?" Mason looks me deeply in the eyes, and I know that the words coming out of his mouth are more than honest.

"They don't mean anything more than pure friendly love. I do believe what you're saying Mase, but I think you've misinterpreted the signs."

"I will let you see for yourself. Just have faith in my words."

Second half is almost done. Ben has assisted in the two goals the blues have scored. It's currently 2-2 and Stamford Bridge is handing by a thin thread. They all crave a final goal against the gunners.

My eyes fall on the clock which says 89. Only one more minute. All are looking between the ball, the clock and the head Chelsea coach. This win is a necessity now.

The ball shockingly falls once more to Ben's feet, immediately running towards the Arsenal net, whilst all the players are chanting him. Nothing is an obstacle. A small scream escapes his mouth as the ball touches the back of the net, escaping Ramsdale's embrace.

"AND THE THREE POINTS ARE AWARED TO THE BLUES OF LONDON, WITH CHILWELL HANDING THE CROWN! WHAT A THRILLING GOAL" the commentators scream out of happiness!

Me and Mason get up to hug each other, still smiling at all the players on the pitch. Mount turns my head to Ben's direction, only to witness my favourite person, looking at me, celebrating by shaping the letter of my first name with his fingers.

I have never felt my smile growing bigger than this. It feels very surreal. What if Mason was right? What if Ben felt the same way towards me too?

"Sophia is going to Kai. I think this is your cue to go to someone that may be waiting for you" Mason winks at me, eyeing at his fellow teammate.

I take a deep breath and run down to the pitch behind Sophia. She was the second person who encouraged me to go and express my feelings to Ben. Before stoping at Kai's direction she turns around and hugs me tightly.

"Everything will be more than great honey! I believe in you! Both of you"

I give her a soft smile and repay the hug. I wave at Kai and give him a thumbs up, as he was also one of today's scorers. He nods playfully as he mouth at me

"He is waiting for you"

Nervousness increases and my legs are trembling. I want to run away but at the same time I wanna run towards Ben. My heart takes over and so I run at the direction of my best friend, whose arms are wide open, waiting for me to jump into him.

I climb on his body and wrap myself around him. This hug feels homely and heartwarming. Ben never misses to make me happy. The happiest woman on earth. I wouldn't change his embrace for anything in the world. Nothing and no one can ever change how I feel about Ben. Like I said, he is the perfect man.

"My favourite goalscorer back on the sheet! I am immensely proud of you" I whisper in his ear.

My legs are still around his wait. He refuses to let me go. And I don't want him to either.

"It means the world to me that you came and saw this goal. Because it's for you" his sparkly green eyes are smiling at me, as his lips are too.

"Ben" is all I manage to say before words stop coming out of my mouth. I can hear my heart thumping so loud, it would surely come out of my chest any time soon.

I waste little time and pull his lower my face closer to his, connecting our lips into a kiss, in which I express every single feeling I have towards Ben. Love, adoration, admiration.

He seems taken aback at first but doesn't shy out and kisses me back, without tearing us apart a single second. I will say that I was surprised but surely extremely thankful.

"I think this kiss was a greater gift than my goal. Another dream that came true today"

I smile flatly, caressing his reddened cheeks and slightly sweaty messy hair. No matter how Ben looked or was, I only cared about the man which was hiding inside him. The kid I grew up with and fell for.

"I love you to the moon and back and to Saturn and Venus and the whole galaxy." the words escaping his lips were few I was dying to hear my entire life. And it was like I died and came back to life.

"You just granted my biggest Benjamin. I love you for infinity. Whether you score goals or not. Thank you"

[madisonrooney]

hey, it’s your gcwca secret santa again. ⛄️ that song is so good! i can see why it’s your favorite. 💞

loved your video! i didn’t realize how many disney/animated movies had snow scenes. loved seeing httyd in there too!

i’m a big fan of descendants (aren’t we all in the gc? haha) who are your fave descendants characters (like maybe top 5)? would love to hear your thoughts on them, like what you love most about them. 👑

thank you! it started to get harder to think of snow scenes the further in i got lol. httyd is one of my favs!

ooo ok lets go

1. take a WILD guess. lmao mal obvs. beyond just my obvious bias, i do think she's a very layered and developed character and i loved watching her grow from one movie to the next. it's very captivating to see how she deals with her internalized self hatred and the expectations put on to her by her mother and later by all of auradon, and im sure dove pulls from her real life experiences when it comes to that. i also just take a liking to doves more snarky, badass roles (ie. maddie, ruby hale, etc.) 2. dude lol. listen i have had a weakness for talking dogs since i was born and while most of the fandom hated that he started talking i was all for it, especially since it was bobby moynihan who voiced him. granted he doesnt serve all that big of a purpose in the movies but he gets placed this high up simply bc talking dog + descendants = pandering to me. 3. carlos! he's just such a good friend and team player and so sweet. the more ive rewatched the movies, the more ive noticed little moments where he checks in on the other vks or compliments them. im doing my best to not factor in my opinions on the actors irl TOO much but cameron was the cast member i was closest to/got to know the best besides dove so i cant help but think of that when i watch carlos. dove i ofc sought out but cameron more sought ME out just bc of how friendly and giving he was to everyone. ill always cherish that. 4. evie! also a great friend and team player, especially in d3 where she's trying so hard to get everyone to get along. on the surface, she seems so put together and graceful but there are cracks in her shell as we notice in d2 when she's so scared to go back to the isle, and knowing how hard she tries to cover that up makes it all the more heartbreaking. im also a big malvie shipper so theres that, i love how she compliments mal. grumpy girl/bubbly girl is like my FAVORITE trope so naturally i love them together and as individuals. 5. ben! i think i said this last year but much like how everyone in gcwca is a descendants stan as you said, i think everyone is a ben stan too lol. he's just a sweet little puppy dog, i especially love how naive he is when he first gets to the isle. i also love bal and much like evie i think he's a great compliment to mal, but he's a great compliment to everyone honestly! as a good king should be.

who are your favorite descendants characters??

[daveyjacobss]

seven minutes | albert dasilva

inktober day four

reader x albert dasilva

[newsies modern au]

summary: It’s a love-hate kind of thing.

a/n: “but amber, surely you wouldn’t write something so stereotypical?” lol yes i would buckle up fuckers bc you’re about to read some shitty material i wrote half asleep. this is kinda short but there’s gonna be a part two so it’s fine. hope you enjoy whatever the heck this is.

part one | part two

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A few shrieks sounded from the house as the room went dark. A few boys groaned while some laughed at how startled some of the girls and boys were. A clap of thunder shook the ground beneath their feet as someone turned on the flashlight on their phone.

"You alright there, Y/N?" Albert asked, smirking in his baseball player costume. She simply glared at him and crossed her arms with a huff.

"Looks like we're stuck without power," Jack spoke, returning back to the living room with Race behind him, candles and a lighter in his hands. Groans and shouts of protest rang out in the room as the group of boys complained about the lack of electricity. Y/N walked over and started to help Race set up candles around the room. "The good news is, we thought of something fun to do," Jack smirked. Y/N watched him warily, sharing a glance with Davey in his mad scientist costume (picked by Jack) from across the room that showed they were both wondering the same thing. With a wicked grin, Jack brought his hands out in front of him before speaking.

"Seven minutes in heaven." A few guests cheered, while others rolled their eyes or glanced back and forth, a slight fear in their eyes from the idea of being forced into a dark closet with one of their friends. Y/N supposed that the fact that it was a Halloween party didn't change the fact that it was still a high school party, hosted by Jack and Race, nonetheless.

"Alright, c'mon! Who's playing?" Jack brought a bottle over to a cleared spot on the floor, sitting down. Immediately, Race, Spot, and Albert went to go sit with him. Katherine was soon to follow, Tommy right behind her. One by one, their friends began to join. Y/N, Davey, Crutchie, and a couple of other people stayed off to the side, choosing not to play.

"What's the matter Y/N, scared?" Albert smirked up at her, raising an eyebrow. He was challenging her, and everybody knew it. It was no secret that Y/N and Albert didn't get along at all, mostly because Albert liked to antagonize Y/N. It seemed his goal in life was annoying her as much as possible.

"No, I just don't enjoy taking part in childish games," she scoffed. Albert let out a bark that caused her glare to harden. Beside her, Davey was being dragged into the circle by Sarah and Jack. Nobody came to drag Crutchie however, but he ended up going to join the circle on his own.

"You're the only one left, Y/N," Katherine probably sang, slightly slurring her words. Y/N glanced at her and Sarah, who nodded in Albert's direction before wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Y/N's face flushed as she looked away angrily. Only Sarah, a close friend of Y/N's, and Crutchie knew that, though her annoyed her so much she often wanted to murder him, Y/N had a small (practically nonexistent, really) crush on him. A minuscule crush that wasn't worth mentioning at all. Really.

"You're playing, right?" Crutchie smiled sweetly up at Y/N. She sighed, grumbling as she went to sit between Sarah and Crutchie. She cursed the fact that no one could ever say no to Crutchie, including her. Brushing off the skirt of her Little Red Riding Hood costume and settled on the ground, playfully poking Sarah's wolf ears. They'd decided that it would be easier to just dress up together, though Sarah was doubling as the Bug Bad Wolf for both Y/N and Crutchie, who was dressed as one of the three little piglets. There were a few whoops and wolf whistles as she sat down and the first person - Finch - spun the bottle. It landed on a boy Y/N didn't know, but seven minutes later (during which someone played music on their phone and they all talked amongst themselves) Finch came out with the buttons of his shirt for his joker costume weren't done up all the way and the other boy appeared a bit dazed.

It was a while later when someone demanded that Y/N spin the bottle, which ended up in a bunch of people egging her on. She groaned and rolled her eyes, hoping it would land on Sarah or Crutchie so she wouldn't have to deal with anyone else - or maybe even Davey, though he had already spent seven minutes in the closet with Katherine, both of them coming out entirely in tact. She reached out and grabbed the bottle, spinning it lazily. It went around the circle a few times before skidding to a stop, pointing directly at Albert. The crowd erupted in noise as Y/N blushed, an angry look on her face. The boy in question simply smirked as he was clapped on the back a few times. He stood up and walked over to Y/N, offering a hand to help her up.

She declined, standing up on her own and rolling her eyes yet again before heading for the closet with Albert on her tail. The second the door was closed behind them they heard music begin to play from the other side, a steady chatter filling the other room.

"What d'ya say, Y/N?" She could practically hear Albert grinning as he spoke, though she couldn't see him in the small, dark room. "Let loose for just seven minutes?" She back up into the wall as she felt him move forwards. The closet was tiny, and their bodies were touching no matter how they positioned themselves.

"Or we could ignore each in silence for seven minutes, I think I like that option better." She heard him sigh as she did her best to put some distance between them, not succeeding in the slightest.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked, sounding more serious than she'd ever heard him.

"Why do I hate you?" She scoffed. "Are you kidding me? Why is it that you seem to go out of your way to annoy me?"

"I'm just trying to get you to live a little bit, Y/N. You never do anything fun unless someone forces you into it." She was starting to grow used to their close proximity, relaxing somewhat.

"And why do you care if I 'live' or not? It's none of your business what I choose to do with my time. Just because I don't like to do stupid things like you and your friends do doesn't mean I don't have fun." She was getting riled up, her face getting red from frustration.

"I'm talking about real fun! When's the last time you just let yourself go?" She bit her lip, starting to question if he was right. "I mean, have you ever had a wild night, Y/N? Have you ever even been kissed?"

"Yes," she responded indignantly, huffing. She felt him move even closer until they were completely pressed against each other.

"Prove it."

She didn't let herself think before pushing up on her toes and planting her lips on his. He reached out to wrap his arms around her but she pulled away too quickly, pushing him off of her. Her eyes were adjusted to the dark well enough to see that his mouth was hanging open as he stared at her with a red face that matched his hair. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"Wow, doll, didn't think you had it in you," he spoke, a smirk making its way onto his face.

"Don't call me doll," she reprimanded, glaring once again. They were positioned like this when the door opened back up: Y/N with her hands in fists as she glared at Albert, while Albert leaned causally against the wall, smiling at Y/N. Jack sighed when he opened the door, seeing that nothing had changed between the two of them. Y/N stomped out of the closet and dropped herself back down next to her friends.

"Well?" Crutchie asked cautiously, glancing over at Albert.

"He's an annoying pig," Y/N responded.

"An annoyingly cute pig," Sarah added in quietly, making both her companions laugh.

"So?" Jojo asked on the other side of the room when Albert sat back down between him and Race. Albert sighed.

"Yeah, I think she hates me." He watched as she laughed with Sarah, admiring the way her smile lit up her face. He wished he could get her to smile like that.

"Sorry, man," Race empathized, patting him lightly on the back. Albert nodded solemnly, but something inside of him was fluttering, blooming, growing. Because maybe Y/N didn't hate him, not entirely. And, no matter what, he still had the memory of what her lips had felt like on his. He still had the taste of her on his tongue. He could still feel her red velvet cloak slipping away under his fingers as she pushed him off of her.

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Hold Her- Andre Burakovsky

Ok so hockey players with kids is my downfall. Like seriously. Grown macho men who beat on each other turn into piles of goo. It’s the BEST! Anyway! ANDRE IS BACK PEEPS! I’m so happy! So today was a good day for double Andre! Hope you guys like this one as much as I do!

Warning: None

Anon Request: andre with children is the greatest thing in the world omg and you write it so well!!! could you maybe write one where andre and his gf just had their first baby and they bring him to a practice bc all the guys want to see him? idk thats a pretty basic prompt so you can do whatever you want w it but basically andre with his newborn would be adorable if youre ok with writing even more andre haha

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              "You should bring her to practice. I'm sure the other guys would love to see her" Tom said, holding the baby close to his chest. You smiled at the sight. Ever since you gave birth, Tom was always at your apartment to spend time with the baby.

              He never seemed to understand that it was good for her to sleep.

              But you couldn't bear to deny the macho man his niece time.

              But to take her to an ice rink to share her with the others?

              "We could bring her tomorrow" Andre said, eyes lighting up at the thought. You sighed. Apparently he was already set on this plan.

              "Andre, isn't the rink a little cold for a newborn?" you asked.

              "We'll bundle her up!" You sighed. He wasn't going to let this go. It was easier to just go along with it at this point.

              "We'll talk about this later" you said with a sigh. Andre just grinned.

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              You sighed as you sat down on the bleachers, the car seat balanced beside you as Olivia slept.

              After Tom went home last, Andre ignored any and all attempts you made to talk about taking your daughter to the rink. Instead he packed a bag and pulled out her infant winter gear so she wouldn't be cold.

              You woke up to your daughter sitting on your chest dressed in a pink snowsuit, pink knit hat, and pink snow boots.

              Apparently Andre had taken it upon himself to get the baby dressed before waking you up so you couldn't say no.

              So here you were, a bundled baby at your side, surrounded by Caps fans all watching the team practice.

              Andre skated up to the glass and waved. You gave him a small smile, before waving back at him. Andre grinned brightly and skated off, bumping into Tom and play wrestling with him.

              Your freaking fiance was going to be the death of you.

              You watched the practice, caught up in Braden's movements in such large pads, when it happened.

              Andre shot a puck at the glass in front of you and scared Olivia awake. You shot Andre an irritated glare as you pulled the screaming baby out of her carrier. You set her on your shoulder and rocked her gently. You stood and moved to the stairway, turning so Olivia could see the ice.

              Ever since she was born, watching hockey on TV with her daddy calmed her down, so maybe watching her daddy play hockey would work just as well.

              It took a little longer, but soon the baby was entranced by the men playing hockey and calmed down, quietly drooling on your shoulder. You turned to go sit down, but as soon as the ice was out of Olivia's sight, she started crying again. You sighed and flipped her around, carrying her so she would always be able to see the ice as you moved back to your seat. Andre skated up to the glass and gave you a sheepish look, mouthing 'sorry'.

              "Not as sorry as you will be"  you muttered under your breath.

              You sat with Olivia on your lap and watched as practice finished. You sat her back in the carrier and rocked her gently as she started crying. You handed her the stuffed Slapshot that the team had bought for her. As she quieted down, you picked up the carrier and made your way towards the locker room.

              "Hey babe" Andre said as he gave you a kiss.

              "Ewww" you whined. "You're still gross!" He hadn't had time for a shower, so he was still sweaty and stinky. Andre chuckled and took the carrier from you.

              "Come on, the boys can't wait to see her!"

              "Is Ovi dressed? I don't want him scarring my daughter" you said as the three of you entered the locker room.

              You wrinkled your nose at the smell. Ew. Boys.

              "My baby is going to smell like sweat" you said. Andre rolled his eyes at you and moved to where Nicky and Mojo were sitting after their media scrums.  You watched as Andre proudly showed off his daughter, handing her over to the two men who he thought of as father figures. You watched as Andre and Olivia made their way through the team, each grown man turning into a puddle of  goo at the sight of the chubby cheeked baby.

              "She's cute" Vrana said from a safe distance away. You chuckled.

              "Want to hold her?" He gave you a wide eyed look and the young Czech shook his head wildly.

              "No. No, no, no. No" he said. You laughed as Andre made his way closer to you and Jakub.

              "Sit down, Jakub" you said as you and Andre got closer to the rookie.

              "No! Drop her!" Vrana said, gesturing wildly with his hands, his eyes darting around looking for help.

              "You won't drop her. Come on, Vrana. Hold the baby. You're going to be with this team for a while" you said. Vrana's shoulders dropped and you bit your lip to keep from laughing. He sat in his stall and Andre came in and placed the baby in Jakub's arms. As soon as he looked down at her a small smile crossed his face. He said something in Czech to her.

              You pulled out your phone and snapped a picture.

              'Watch out ladies. He looks good with a kid ;)' you put as your caption on Instagram. Jakub would hate you when he saw it, but for now, he was too entranced by your daughter.

              Andre came and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You leaned your head into him and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

              "Love you" you whispered.

              "Jag älskar dig, älskling."

              "Think we'll ever get our baby back?" Andre chuckled at your question.

              "Probably not" he said. You turned back to Jakub and Olivia.

              No, probably not, but somehow, that was ok.

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Omg guys… Vrana with a baby… my heart!!!! Ok let me know what you thought! Up next: Ben Hutton!