#so you just have to laugh and say hockey is hard like more pieces of your heart aren’t being torn off every year

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[zegrasdrysdale]

Jack Hughes - being a dad

[ daddy's girl ] j. hughes

paring : dad!Jack Hughes x fem!reader

summary : (Y/N) surprises Jack on his birthday by bringing their eight month old daughter to her first hockey game, which happens to be during the first round of the 2024 playoffs

warning(s) : mentions of birth,

author’s note : i've had baby fever really bad recently so here y’all go. i'm thinking about expanding this into an au universe so if you think you'd be interested in seeing that, just lmk !

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It's been hard to keep a secret from her fiancé for nearly two weeks so (Y/N) is ecstatic the day Jack's birthday arrives. It's a good thing that their daughter can't speak yet or she would definitely give away the surprise that is planned for that night.

One part of the surprise isn't physically that big, but (Y/N) had to pull some strings and call in some favors to make sure it didn't get to Jack that she is going to the game tonight with their baby girl for the first time. Their daughter will be wearing the other half of the surprise that Jack won't even see until the Devils hit the ice for warm ups.

Needless to say, (Y/N) is very surprised for the day ahead.

Jack's alarm goes off early at seven in the morning the day of his birthday, but (Y/N) is already wide awake with breakfast already made so Jack can have breakfast in bed on his 23rd birthday.

He's been exhausted lately because of how long the first has gone against Carolina. Tonight is game seven so she knows how stressed out and anxious he is. The least she can do is give him a good morning before he goes to the arena for morning practice.

She watches from the doorway as Jack reaches over to the bedside table to turn off his phone alarm. He reaches across the mattress to her side and when he doesn't feel (Y/N) in bed with him, he sits up.

"Happy birthday, my love," (Y/N) softly says as she walks into room. She holds a tray with a plate full of food and a mug with coffee. She sets the tray in front of Jack on the bed after he sits up and crosses his legs. "I thought you deserved breakfast in bed after the past few weeks."

Jack has the biggest smile on his face and watches his fiancée sit beside him. "The world truly does not deserve you baby," he tells her. He leans over and quickly pecks her lips. "Thank you for breakfast."

She smiles and he begins to eat his breakfast. (Y/N) steals a couple pieces of bacon from the plate and Jack looks offended every single time. He tries swatting her hand away but she manages to get some more bacon.

Almost right on time at half past seven, the monitor goes off and their daughter begins to cry. Jack goes to get up and (Y/N) stops him. "I got her," she tells him. "You finish eating. I'll go get her."

Quickly, (Y/N) gets out of bed to go across the hall to their baby's room. She leans down and picks her crying baby up. "Good morning to you too, Reina," she says as she holds her in her arms. "Let's get you changed and get you fed, yeah? Does that sound a good idea?"

Little Reina keeps crying when (Y/N) lays her down on the changing table. She grabs a diaper and wipes to change her daughter's very stinky diaper. She hums to hopefully calm her.

It works and Reina's cries grow quiet. She stares up at her mother with her big blue eyes. She looks so much like Jack and (Y/N) loves it.

As (Y/N) puts Reina back into her pajamas, Jack says behind her, "I love watching you with her. I couldn't resist coming over to watch you with her."

She turns around with Reina in her arms. Her daughter lays her head on her shoulder and coos softly when she sees her father. A smile is on her lips as Jack walks into the room. "You only say that because I changed her smelly diaper," she jokes.

"You said it," Jack laughs. "Not me." He takes Reina from (Y/N). "Good morning, baby girl. You slept really good last night. Was that my birthday present?" Reina giggles and babbles like she's answering her father.

"You keep sweet talking your daughter while I make her a bottle," she tells Jack. "She likes you better anyway."

Jack laughs and begins to sway with Reina against his chest. (Y/N) leaves and goes into the kitchen to make her daughter a bottle.

She tried breastfeeding after her daughter was born, but both she and Reina weren't a fan. It's okay though. Not every baby breastfeeds and it took (Y/N) a while to understand that and to realize that there was nothing wrong with either of them because of it.

As soon as the bottle is warm enough, she makes her way back to Reina's room. She hears Jack talking to her so she stands out of sight so listen for a second.

"I can't wait for the day you come to one of my games," Jack is saying when (Y/N) approaches the door. "You'll get a front row seat to seeing me warm up on the ice with your mom holding you. I won't be able to focus and will probably get yelled at by Nico for paying more attention to you but I won't care. You probably won't even remember coming to the game but I will never forget it. I haven't forget the first game your mom came to after we started dating during my second season. I thought Nico was going to have my head when I stayed right by the glass where she was standing the entire time I was supposed to be warming up. I got an earful from him when I got back to the locker room before the game started but it was so worth it."

She smiles and turns into the room so Reina can get her bottle. "I should've known you never forgot that game," she says. "You guys did win and you scored two goals."

Jack looks over at her and smiles. Reina practically squeals when she sees the bottle in (Y/N)'s hand. "I had to make sure we won," he jokes as he hands Reina over to her mother. "I'm going to get ready to head to the arena for practice. Are we still on for an early lunch when I get done?"

"Reina and I will waiting for you in the parking lot when you get done," she tells him. "Please make sure you shower when you're done so you don't smell like sweat walking into the restaurant."

He shoots her a smile and leaves the room. (Y/N) sits in the rocking chair by the window. She slowly rocks back and forth while feeding Reina. Her eyes are on the rising sun while Reina drinks every drop of the bottle she's being given.

She's thinking about how Jack said he can't wait until Reina comes to one of his games. He has no idea that she's going to be right there for the game tonight.

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As soon as Jack leaves the apartment to go to the Prudential Center for the game, (Y/N) begins to get herself and Reina ready to go.

The plan is to leave around 5:30, and it's only 4 o'clock so there is plenty of time to get herself showered and Reina bathed.

She starts with a shower while Reina is napping in her room. She makes sure to do a full wash. Shampoo, condition, body wash, face wash, exfoliation, and making sure to shave of all necessary body parts. She waits until Reina is awake to bathe her because, like her father, she gets cranky when she gets woken up from a nap.

Once they're both clean and dry, (Y/N) digs into the depths of the closet to pull out the little jersey she had made for Reina tonight.

Reina looks very cute in the little black Jersey jersey. On the back, it says "Daddy" with an 86 under it. She happily coos when she's secure in the jersey. (Y/N) makes sure to get a picture so she can show Jack after the game.

(Y/N) puts on her own matching Jersey jersey that just has Jack's last name and number on it. It's going to be her last name one day too so she doesn't mind wearing it. The jersey is big enough to be a dress on her so she throws on a pair of shorts underneath so she's wearing pants and puts on black knee high heeled boots. She ties her hair up into a messy ponytail and puts on light makeup.

She holds Reina on her hip and takes a picture of them in the mirror as soon as she's dressed. She keeps them to herself until after Jack sees them at the game. Her daughter seems very happy in her new jersey. Her first jersey.

Right on time, (Y/N) is carrying Reina downstairs to the car. A baby bag is thrown over her shoulder that has extra diapers, wipes, formula, baby ear protection since it gets pretty loud in the arena during a playoff game, and their security passes to get into the family suite after warm ups and down into the players' lounge after the game.

She secures Reina in her car seat with her favorite stuffed elephant. Reina is babbling happily while she plays with the elephant so she gets in the front seat to drive the half hour to the Prudential Center.

Soft children's music is played during the ride to keep Reina happy and (Y/N) sane. All the songs are songs that both Jack and (Y/N) picked so they don't lose their minds during long drives. Reina seems to like them so they play the playlist every time they get in the car.

(Y/N) is shaking with excitement as she pulls into the private parking lots where players and their families park for games. It's hard to find a parking spot. There are a lot of cars so she knows that other wives, girlfriends, and families are here for the game.

It's game seven of round one of the playoffs against Carolina. She isn't at all surprised that the parking lot is pretty much full. She's sure that families that are here for Hurricanes players are parked here too.

As she's getting Reina out of her car seat, a voice behind her says, "Please tell me you brought that little angel of yours with you." She turns and sees Erik Haula's wife, Kristen, and her two kids. "All I've heard for the past few months is how happy Jack is to have a little baby and I have yet to meet her."

With a laugh and Reina on her hip, (Y/N) turns around. Kristen smiles at Reina in her jersey. "Here she is," she says. "Little Reina. She's very excited to be here." Her daughter giggles while she plays with her toy.

"She is so cute," Kristen squeals. "Wow, she looks so much like Jack. They could be twins. It's crazy that we do all the work and they come out looking like their father."

"Right?" she laughs. "All Jack did was tell me to push and held my hand while I screamed and pushed his baby out of me." Kristen nods in agreement and smiles. "Walk with me?"

The two of them walk into the Prudential Center with their kids. She holds Reina on her hip as they walk into the building. They show their badges to security to get to the lounge with the players' families.

Almost everyone in the room gushes over Reina. Her grandparents are the first to get to her. Ellen and Jim Hughes immediately take Reina into their arms. Even Uncle Quinn gets involved with holding Reina. (Y/N) sits with Kristen and they talk about their kids while her oldest runs around with one of the other kids.

One of her favorite things is to talk about her daughter and brag about her daughter. She has the best daughter and she wants to make sure everyone knows that. She has the best daughter and her daughter as the best father. (Y/N) wants the entire world to know that.

At 6:30, the wives and girlfriends are told they can head out to the ice for warm ups. (Y/N) grabs Reina's ear protection before following behind the group. She puts them on as she walks to the ring.

Reina is holding her elephant as (Y/N) stands right in front of the glass. She's playing with the elephant’s trunk when the Devils players all skate into the ice.

They take shots at the net for the first minute or so before each player begins their own pregame warm up.

When Jack skates past the first time, he has to take a double take. When he skates by the second time, he actually stops and looks like he’s about to cry. (Y/N) turns a bit so he can see the back of Reina’s jersey. He pouts and knocks on the glass with the top of his stick.

(Y/N) tries to get Reina’s attention on Jack behind the class. “Reina, baby,” she says. “Look. It’s daddy.” Her daughter looks around then sees Jack behind the glass.

She smiles when she sees her dad. The biggest smile forms on Jack’s lips when Reina looks at him. Reina reaches out and puts her hands on the glass. Jack pulls off his glove and puts his hand up to hers.

“Hey, my loves,” Jack yells through the glass. Reina giggles when she hears his voice. “I gotta go. I love you both.”

(Y/N) waves goodbye with Reina’s hand before she blows him a kiss. Jack smiles again before he skates away. Her eyes follow her fiancé as he zooms around the ice to warm up for the game.

As warm ups end, Jack is one of the last guys on the ice. He takes a couple extra shots before he skates over to them one more time.

The lights dim and (Y/N) shows Jack the pictures she took before leaving their apartment. He smiles and taps the glass to get Reina’s attention. She giggles in response.

She holds up one half of a heart with her hand. Jack completes the heart as the horn goes off to signal the end of warm ups. “Say bye to daddy,” (Y/N) tells Reina. Her daughter smiles and bangs on the glass.

Jack skates off and (Y/N) heads up to the family suite to watch the game.

The first period goes by quickly. Brendan Smirh ends up with a major for fighting Sebastian Aho and vice versa. The Devils are the team to capitalize and Dawson scores a goal with a Dougie assist. They end the period up 2 to nothing after Luke scores an even strength goal with two minutes left, assisted by Ondrej and Jesper.

The second period is worse than the first. Aho scores on a breakaway and Teuvo Teräväinen scores a shorty. It’s tied at two going into the second intermission.

(Y/N) has to change Reina and give her a bottle. She wouldn’t stop crying with five minutes left in the period.

Ellen walks up to her while she’s feeding Reina in the back of the box. “I truly don’t understand how you’ve managed to stay sane all these years while you’ve played and watched hockey,” she admits to her future mother-in-law. “It’s only the first round and I’m losing my mind.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Ellen laughs. “If Jack is going to do anything, it’s stress you out during playoffs. The same thing happened last year.”

Yeah, except the Devils lost in 5 in the second round to Carolina. They made it to game seven this year. “I need him to not do that.”

The horn signals the end of intermission. The lights come up and (Y/N) makes her way back to her seat. Reina finishes her bottle.

Halfway through the period, Michael McLeod trips one of the Hurricanes and he’s granted a penalty shot. The puck gets past Vitek and Carolina celebrates on the bench as they take the lead with less than ten minutes left to go in the series.

She will never admit it to anyone but she uses Reina to hide behind. She uses her daughter to distract her from the fact the Devils are still down with three minutes left.

Lindy pulls Vitek and (Y/N) has to bite her lip before she yells at him even though he can’t hear her. The entire building is on edge as six Devils players get set for the faceoff.

Nico wins the faceoff and gets the puck back to Luke in the offensive zone. Luke passes to Dougie, who passes to Jack. (Y/N) watches Jack slap the puck to the net. The lantern lights up and the horn sounds. The building nearly explodes as the Devils tie the game up late in the third. (Y/N) stands with Reina on her hip and celebrates the birthday boy scoring a goal.

The final minute of play is always the worst when tied up. It's even worse when it's game seven in the Stanley Cup playoffs. (Y/N) is biting the skin around her nails as she watches Vitek get pulled from net one more time.

With thirty seconds left, Nico puts the puck in the back of the net and (Y/N) swears she loses her hearing from how loud it gets in the building.

The horn sounds one more time to signal that the Devils won the first round of the playoffs. Everyone in the suite celebrates while the boys celebrate on the ice.

One round down. Four games won. Three rounds left to go. 12 more wins. They got it this year.

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It's nearly an hour after the game when the players begin to make their way into the lounge. Jack is one of the first players to come into the room.

His eyes immediately find (Y/N) and a now sleeping Reina in her arms. He makes his way over and sits beside them on the couch. Jack leans over and presses a soft kiss to her cheek. She looks over at him and smiles.

"Congratulations," she tells him. "Can't wait to root for you in the second round."

Jack's eyes are on his sleeping daughter. "I can't believe she's here," he says. "I mean, I couldn't wait to have her come to a game and she's actually here. Was she okay?"

"She was perfect," (Y/N) replies. "Your mom really helped out a lot. It was nice to come and watch without worrying about a sitter at home with Reina. She was very happy to see you during warm ups. She kept giggling and laughing whenever you skated by. She's such a daddy's girl sometimes. It was the best thing I think I have ever seen."

He takes Reina, who just yawns as she's picked up out of her mother's arms. "It means so much to me that you were both here for the game," he softly says. "Glad we were able to pull off the win for you guys. The jersey is a nice touch, by the way."

"Had to let everyone know who her daddy is," (Y/N) laughs. "I've gotten a lot of comments today saying that she looks like you so I think the entire world knows who her daddy is."

Jack laughs and (Y/N) rests her head on her fiancé's shoulder. "Thank you for giving me this life," Jack says atter a moment of silence. "Being here and being supportive even though I know it's exhausting most of the time. You're a great mom and an even better fiancée. Just want you to know that."

(Y/N) picks her head up and meets Jack's eyes. "We have a lifetime ahead of us," she replies. "But lets get through the playoffs before we continue worrying about any of that, yeah?"

He nods in agreement and Reina begins to whine in Jack's arms. He picks her up and holds her against his chest. Reina's head is on the shoulder that (Y/N) had her head on. As soon as Reina sees Jack, she smiles and he kisses her cheek. "Hi, my baby," Jack says against her skin. "Hope you had a nice nap. You've had a busy day."

She smiles as Jack sits Reina on his lap and plays with their daughter.

This is her life, and she can't wait to find out where it leads.

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michigan maize | ee73

ethan edwards x reader!

more loosely based song fics!! this one is tennessee orange by megan moroney

thank you guys so so much for all the love and support on forever and ever!!! y’all seriously don’t understand how much it means to me!! i love every single one of you <33

word count: 1.13k (not my gif!)

“hi munchkin! how are you doing?” my mothers honey-like voice filled my ears as she answered my call.

oh god, i'm really doing this.

“hi mama” i smiled even though she couldn’t see me “im good”

“i've got some news” i said nervously, clenching the comforter of my bed in my fist.

“oh honey is everything alright?” her slight chicago accent peaking through.

“dont worry im doing okay, just please dont tell dad?” i pleaded with my mother.

“y/n did something happen?” she asked worriedly.

“yes mama. he’ll blow a fuse if he found out” my father wasn’t big on me going to the umich. being the coach of msu hockey, he wanted me to go there.

but when i received an amazing scholarship to play lacrosse, i had to take it.

the first thing he told me when i left for school was “don't run off with any of those hockey boys y/n, they are very bad news.”

well, he’s clearly never met ethan.

“i know you raised me to know right from wrong, but god he makes it so hard” i chuckle “he?” my mother questions.

“i met somebody mama, hes brunette, and he's got these big brown eyes, and he opens the door for me everywhere i go!” 

ethan and y/n go on small date’s every wednesday night. its an awkward time for some, but for them, its the only time in their busy schedules that they can be together.

today, their date night was dressing up super fancy (as barbie and ken of course) seeing the barbie movie, and eating at a small diner a few blocks from the movie theater.

ethan had planned out the entire thing and the couple had a blast. once ethan had driven her back to her on campus apartment, she thanked the older boy, kissed him goodbye and began to exit the car.

“WAIT” ethan yelled. he jumped up out of the drivers seat, exiting the car and running around to open his girlfriend’s car door. “ok now you can go” he smiled

the small action made the girl melt like a snowman in summer. the defenseman than sprinted to the main door of her apartment complex, opening that for her as well.

“m’lady” he held out a hand as y/n walked through the door a blushing mess. he than took her hand in his, interlocking their fingers, leading her up to her apartment.

though the action was so little, it made her fall in love with him more and more every day.

“he just makes me so happy! hes like perfectly perfect! god! i've never felt this way mama!” i ramble.

“hun” my mother chuckles. “whats his name?” i then realize i left out the most important part “ethan! ethan edwards! mama you would love him” i smiled.

“but back home id be sinning” the smile fades slightly from my face. “why is that dear?” it seems as though she could hear what was going though my mind.

“mama, hes got me wearing maize and blue for him” i sarcastically laughed. 

“you should come to my game tomorrow” ethan said, running his hands through the ends of the y/h/c girls hair.

“the boys would love to see you, plus i get to have my own little good luck charm in the stands” the boy smiled like a small child at the girl laying on his chest.

“really?” she looked up at the brown haired boy with big doe eyes. “yes really” he grinned.

“here” he moved the smaller girl off of his chest to stand up from his bed.

he rummages through his closet, looking for a specific item of clothing.

suddenly a large yellow piece of fabric is thrown at her “you can even wear my jersey” he smiles.

the girl holds it up a large ‘edwards 73’ stares at her. “you know what e? i think i will”

“oh hes an athlete?” my mom says, surprised.

“yeah hekindasortamaybeplayshockey” i rush out, nervous of what my mother would say.

“im gonna need you to slow down y/n/n” she chuckles

“he plays hockey mama. he had me wearing his jersey at a msu game! of course i want the spartans to win but still! his smile! oh his smile! it makes me forget i look better in green!” i gush about my boyfriend.

“so thats why you didnt want your father to know” my mom teases, clearly finding enjoyment in this entire situation.

“oh please forgive me mama, i like him a lot” i beg “oh i think its a lot more than like sweetheart” my mom says. “what?”

“oh honey you are head over heels for ethan” she laughs “i've known for ten minutes and i can tell” 

“oh god im in love with a wolverine!” i exclaim.

“babygirl its ok! the worlds not gonna end! growing up in chicago i said i would never date a red wings fan, guess what? i married one!” she laughs.

“so you’re not mad?” i asked hesitantly.

“of course not y/n! its my job as your mother to always be supportive of you” i could tell she was smiling though the phone.

i talked with my mother for a while longer about random stuff for about another half hour. “mama i have to go, ethan should be here in a few minutes” i say.

“alright sweetie, invite him home would ya?” my mother asks. “of course mama, i love you” “i love you too sweet girl, bye bye”

i clean things up for about ten minutes when i hear a knock at my apartment door.

“you can come in e!” i shout. “ok!” he shouts back before walking in.

i put the last few dishes in the cabinet when i feel two muscular arms snake around my waist and a face bury into the crook of my neck.

“hi baby” he mumbles, tightening his hold on my waist.

“hi e” i giggled. “guess what i did today” i added.

“hmm climbed mount everest?” “nope” “slayed a dragon?” “nope” “killed someone?” “god no!”

“i told my mom about us” i smiled. ethans parents have known for a few weeks now about us, but he didnt wanna push me to tell mine. he wanted me to be comfortable with doing it myself.

ethan spins me around, his hands steading my hips. “you did?” he smiles.

“i did” i mirror his smile. the much larger boy then pulls me into the tightest hug possible.

“im so proud of you baby” he says, kissing the crown of my head.

“i have a question though” i place my chin on his sternum so im looking up at ethan. “whats up love?”

“what are you doing for spring break?”

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Goodbye Too Soon | Luke Hughes

summary: the rise and fall of love was always meant to hurt but maybe with Luke it wasn’t your end?

request: yes/no

warnings: semi-angst, swearing, underaged drinking.

word count: 2.48k

authors note: just like that I’ve written for Luke again and now Angst Week is finished! I’ve realised too that Luke is one man I can’t write angst for because this was so hard. I left the end more open because it started to sound like a decent series so let me know if you want it!

Love was something you never quite understood.

You knew that you were bound to feel it eventually, yet you never thought that it would be this soon. Luke came into your life in your freshman year during orientation weekend.

The atmosphere was strong as the seniors were convincing certain freshmen to join the drinking competitions “shit!” Your white shirt was quickly turning brown as the wet fabric revealed your blue bra beneath it “oh my god.” Luke brought his hand to his mouth as he dropped the empty cup.

Embarrassment flooded the boys mind as his eyes widened “I’m so sorry.” He blurted out having a loss for words as he truthfully had no clue what to do “it’s fine.” Your teeth gritted as you felt your skin grow sticky by what you could only assume has something to do with the coke in his drink.

Luke’s panic only increased when he realised how your bra was playing a losing game of hide’n’seek “here.” Luke was quick to take the flannel off of his shoulders as he held it out for you to grab “I’m good.” You shook your head sighing as you wondered how you were going to clean your shirt.

It only made the boy feel worse “please.” He pleaded with you clearly not prepared to leave with you having your bra on display “okay.” You nodded sending him a soft smile as you took the piece of clothing from him.

The flannel encapsulated you in this warmth as you were practically drowned in fabric “now could I get you a new drink?” A toothy grin covered your face as you giggled “I don’t even know your name.” You pointed out as you buttoned up portions of the flannel to cover your shirt.

That part was true as you hadn’t met him yet, even if Luke spent the entire week watching you from afar “Luke Hughes.” He held his hand out for you to shake “y/n l/n.” You explained as you sent him a smile that he’d remember for the rest of his life, regardless of if you were ever going to be more than an acquaintance.

It seemed that from that night on you guys were only ever met to grow closer as before you knew it you were going to hockey games wearing Luke’s jersey like it was a badge of honor with his name proudly displayed on your back. Love came at you in ways you didn’t expect like with the shadows of the night. And before you knew it you had fallen for Luke, both literally and in love.

It was cold as Luke had somehow convinced you to join the team and their families for the weekend where the family skate took place “I got you okay?” Luke smiled as he watched your hands tense around his “remind me to kill you when we get home.” Your grumble caused a laugh to escape his lips.

You scoffed as he continued to skate backwards “this should have been something you knew was going to happen when I became your best friend.” It was now your turn to laugh “whose say you’re my best friend?” You shot back leaving his lips pursed into a thin line.

He didn’t need to respond as he dropped your hands giving you a push to continue skating “Luke!” You squealed shaking your head as you grew unimpressed “you wanted to tell me I’m your best friend now?” His request made you laugh.

A smile formed on his lips at the sound “alright you big goof you’re my best friend!” With that his hand wrapped around your waist pulling you in close as he helped you steady yourself on the ice “now that wasn’t so hard was it?” Luke mumbled sending you a grin as you rolled your eyes.

He stopped freezing as he looked at you staring down between your eyes and your lips “you’re a little shit.” You laughed as you shook your head ignoring how he made you feel.

You began to fall in love with Luke and for each week you tried to deny it you were only falling deeper in love with the curly haired boy. You knew that you could try and act like he was just a friend. But that only got you so far when you’d watch him get close to other girls leaving you tight lipped.

Luke let his hands wrap around your waist as he pulled you into his lap “you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He mumbled pressing a kiss on your shoulder as you had been quiet all night “you make me so mad.” You confessed furrowing your brows as you swore you wouldn’t let your emotions get the best of you.

He frowned letting concern wash over his face “you flirt with all of these girls and it’s just-” a sigh escaped from your lips as he smirked “you just want my attention huh?” Luke teased running his thumb over your lips as you nodded hating how he made you feel so open.

The boy wasn’t one for leaving you in your embarrassment for long “good thing I want all your attention then too.” He smiled leaning forward as his hand moved to your chin “god you’re going to kill me.” You gasped as his lips finally hit yours.

It seemed that within seconds his hands went to your ass as yours wrapped around his shoulders. You moaned at the feeling of his cock forming a tent in his shorts. The hockey player was in awe as the sweet taste of your lipgloss had him feeing drunk, even with one drink in his system.

Neither one of you knew how long you had been there for as his lips began to nip your jaw “oi love birds are you going to play beer pong or not?” Marks words made you pull away from Luke as you sighed “this isn’t over Hughesy.” You mumbled running your nails over his shoulder as his hand rested on your thigh.

As you got up the boy nodded “better not.” His hand locked in with yours letting you pull him into the crowd.

It was that night that he had asked you out and quickly you began the perfect relationship that everyone grew jealous of. If only someone had a crystal ball to predict the future. Maybe then you would have valued the smaller moments more.

Your laughter echoed through the house as Luke smothered you with soft pecks “god I can’t believe I left you.” He announced to himself leaving his friends to roll their eyes “you left her for one night.” Mark reminded the boy causing you both to look at him.

Whilst Luke sent him a glare you couldn’t help but run your fingers through Luke’s hair “don’t be mad that Lukey here missed me.” You announced making the boy furrow his eyebrows “I think it’s sweet.” Your words made Luke smile as he turned to face you.

All you had to do was nod to make the boy finally kiss you properly leaving you with an even larger grin on your face with Luke scooped your into his arms opting to get rid of the audience and take you up to his room “don’t make us uncles!” The boys called out before the door shut.

Yet as the saying goes, all things that come up must come down. Yet you never thought that you’d crash and burn in the ways that you did. It was the morning of the boys frozen four game in Florida when you got the text.

Luke 💗: this isn’t working out anymore, I’m moving to the Devils and think we should go our own ways.

You responded to his message like any normal person would who had just been dumped over text. Luke wasn’t surprised to see the flurry of messages that came in all from you but he knew that if he came to you he would still be with you. And in the fucked up world that his brothers spoke so highly of, loving you from afar was meant to be easy. Leaving you like that was also meant to be easer for you to move on if you thought he was an ass.

Junior year at UMich felt like a foreign drink that you hated on your tongue. Luke was a shadow everywhere you looked and it had you thinking their was a bad smell you couldn’t get rid of. Your friends tried all that they could to help you move on yet there was only so much they could do if you weren’t going to listen.

To say that you were a fraction of yourself was an understatement. You found yourself sat in your dorm most nights as you felt sorry for yourself staring at the old memories in the form of photos and old hoodies, you could never bear to get rid of.

Yet all of that changed on your birthday, it was the one day you were forced to share with Luke as your birthday fell on the same date. Your friends and his old teammates believed alike that you needed a day to let loose. That’s how you all landed up at a bar where your handful of legally aged friends were on duty buying drinks for the group.

At first it was fun and you enjoyed it, feeling the reminders of why you loved seeing your friends having fun with you. But as the DJ changed the song opting for one from ABBA. It had you feeling like a bubble was burst over your head and you were drenched in the reminder of those memories.

It was cold in Michigan as Luke was preparing to leave you for the winter break “stop for a sec.” He muttered to himself as you had been packing gifts for his parents into his bag “I need to finish this.” You pointed out clicking your tongue as his hands found their place on your hips.

He smiled as you dropped the box on his clothes “you’re such a gorgeous girl.” Luke confessed as your hands found their place on his shoulders “not so bad yourself.” You giggled pressing a kiss against his cheek shutting the gap between you both.

The soft hums of the song echoed in your ears “digging the dancing queen!” The hockey player sang as he swayed your hips back and forth “you’re a teaser you turn ‘em on.” You laughed when he spun you around leaving your back against his chest as he left his head nuzzled against your shoulder.

You guys stayed there for a few moments “I’m so in love with you.” His confession made your cheeks feel warm “don’t think those were the lyrics.” You teased turning back to face him.

As the boy panicked not knowing how to respond you smiled “I love you too.” Your lips were soft on his leaving you wanting to stay there forever.

You felt as though bile was building up in your throat when you forced you way out of the bar. Passers by were waved off as you placed your hands on your knees attempting to do everything in your power to stop yourself from falling forward. Your head tilted upwards in an attempt to force more air into your lungs as you opened up your phone go it into your contacts.

It took little to no effort to find his contact as you shifted into muscle memory not caring for this one moment of lapsed judgement “hey it’s Luke, I can’t get to the phone right now so if it’s important call Quinn or I’ll get back to you!” His voicemail made you smile as you remembered learning how irritated Jack got by the mention of his older brother “god I’m meant to hate you.” You began as you clicked your tongue.

The air around you grew colder “but no I still like you and I sure as hell fucking love you.”

Tears began to roll down your cheeks as just on cue rain began to drop from the sky “why couldn’t you have cheated on me or something so I could move on!” You grew angry as you clenched your hand around your phone.

There was a subtle reminder that the message was going to stop recording soon “I don’t know why I sent you this because you haven’t even listens to the last ones.” A huff left your lips as the line went dead leaving you to run your fingers through your hair as you felt defeated.

The rain brought this level of calm that you hadn’t felt in a while letting it wrap you up in a blanket as you were growing unsure of what was tears and what was rainwater “there you are birthday girl, c’mon!” Rutger cheered as he found where you were stood.

All the way in New Jersey stood a similar scene. Luke wasn’t interested in celebrating his birthday, not without you by his side. Yet he still ended up drunk and curled into his blanket as Jack tucked him in “I miss her.” Luke confessed letting out a sob as the build a bear you got him sat in his arms.

Jack frowned slipping his brother’s phone into his pocket “I know you do bud but she isn’t calling and you need to focus on your hockey.” Jack sighed getting up before the turned the light off seeing that Luke was already asleep.

The notification of your voicemail stood in front of him like a calling to stop trying to meddle in his brother’s life “I do this for him.” Jack reminded himself as he deleted the voicemail not bothering to check it.

Sure someone might wonder what Jack was doing in that moment, truthfully he was beginning to ask himself that too. But after his own horrible rookie season Jack knew the last thing Luke needed was to be waiting for a girl that wasn’t even in his state.

College romances were meant to only last a few months or a year tops. It was why Jack didn’t feel guilty about lying to Luke about how you sent at least one voicemail each month. in trying to protect his baby brother through righting his own previous wrongs Jack lost sight of the most important thing, Luke.

Some might say that luck was on Luke’s side though, or maybe it was the divine act of fate that could withhold a brother’s stupidity. Because this wasn’t the end of your story with Luke. No instead this was the beginning of it, and your reunion was set at Little Caesars Arena. So the true question was were you both willing to get there or were you going to find new people as stops along the way back to where you belonged?

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have you ever been ice skating? | mat barzal

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pairing: mat barzal x reader

warnings: kids, mentions of falling down

word count: 582

a/n: so it's been a while since i wrote something and i came up with this at midnight so hope u enjoy it! be kind, always open to feedback, requests, etc, etc.

Your husband, Mat, was a professional hockey player, which meant he spent a lot of his time on the ice; and your son, Eli definitely got the skating skills from him, because you had never been ice skating. You’d usually watch from the tv or the stands but never tried it. 

However, Eli had asked to go skating a million times, begging for you to come this time and there was no way you could say no to his cute pouty face and looking at you with those hazel eyes, so you ended up agreeing.

While Mat was tying your skates, your son was jumping all over the place, waiting for his dad to finish. Once you were ready he was the first to step onto the ice and as he began to skate across the ice without any guidance, panic set in and the sudden urge to back off crashed at you. 

“I don’t think I can do this” you said, eyes wide open and feet wobbly. 

“C’mon babe, of course you can. Best teacher on Long Island here, eh?” Mat assured you and left a quick kiss on your lips.

“Mom!! You watching me? Come in, it’s gonna be fun!” You nervously laughed and trying not to think much about it, you took two deep breaths and left all worries behind. 

“Ok, I can do it, I definitely can.” You kept repeating the mantra as Mat stepped onto the ice first, his hands never leaving yours. “Let’s get it over with”

Then he helped you onto the ice and when your legs wanted to give out on the slippery surface, his grip on your body tightened. Just like that, he started guiding you through a few laps around the rink. 

Little by little you were getting the hang of it until Mat let go of your hands and skated away.

“Let’s try on your own. Skate to me” You took a hesitant first stride, Mat’s advice playing in the background.

Confidence is key. Take a deep breath, look up, and focus on balance. 

You reached Mat in no time, with a huge smile on his face, he placed his hands on your waist and spun you around excitedly.

“See? It’s not that hard.”

“What can I say? I have such a great coach.” You joke with a huge grin on your face. Maybe skating wasn’t that bad after all.

“Mom. Mom. Mom. Let's race!” You looked at Eli, not sure you could beat him in a race. At least you could stand without falling over but his little feet sure had more practice than you. But you’d do anything to see a smile on his face, so even though as soon as Mat shouted “Go!”  Eli had already skated away at a great speed, you started off confident, at least you’d make it to the finish line in one piece.

Until you hit a bump on the ice, wide-eyed you instantly fell on your butt.

“Ouch. That one hurt.” You wailed as both boys skated to your side.

“Don’t worry” you laughed briefly “I’m fine but I’d be nice if you could help me up.”

“This whole ice skating thing? I don’t think it’s my thing” you spoke again.

“You’ll get some bruises but with some more practice you could go to the Olympics” Mat joked as he lightly chuckled.

“So funny, Barz. My feet actually hurt, can we go now?”

“Yeah, sure. Come on buddy, mama needs some rest.”

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Would you ever right a piece about birth complications with brock boeser maybe like a premie little babe 🥹

Baby | Brock Boeser x reader

Summary: Brock comforts you as you had just given birth to your baby. Brock and your baby had came out about two months early, he’s just a preemie.

Warnings: none?!

A:N- I’m scared. I got to tired so I hope this kinda flops?!

I was due on the 15 of May. Brock and I’s baby had ended changing plans and popped out the 7th of March. I mean it’s still I nice birthday, in the late hockey season, summer is around the corner, just perfect timing. Only problem is that my baby is a premature child.

Doctor said that he has a very low chance of having normal a healthy life. I’m sure he’ll have a perfectly fine devil outisde but he’ll be in the schools repeating grades, but that doesn’t matter to me.

I’m scared I’ll lose the love of my life. Brock went down to grab me some ice chips, I didn’t want him to hear the news.

“Hey babe.” Brock says walking in with a paper cup of ice. “Eat up.” He hands me the cup and I chop down on them.

We haven’t seen our baby in 17 hours. I gave birth to him about 19 hours ago, but he went straight to the NICU. “I’m sure he’s okay.” Brock comforted me, I think it’s more for himself. Brick starts to pace back and forth across my room.

“I need to pee, help me up.” I say as I reach for a hand. I have my diapers on, they have an ice pack inside and cooking pads. No one told me that eveb having a premature baby is still exhausting. Such a small baby hurts to push out.

“He’s okay.” Brock says finally, no question and no lie. Only confidence.

Brock walks me to the bathroom and locks the door as he walks in with me. He helps me stand up and wipe. Gross.

I’m bleeding literally everywhere.

“How are you holding up?” Brock checks in on me. I’m fine. That’s what I should say but I start crying.

Truthfully, I��m terrified.

“I don’t want to lose him.” I say, I can’t breathe, I fall to the ground. Brock pulls my diaper up and washed mine and his own hands. He picks me up from the ground and tick me in my bed.

My heart rate is really fast. I need water.

“Baby, just look at me. We can always try again. Besides, Cruz will be okay. He’s going to be okay. That’s what the doctor said.” I love the name Cruz. It’s a perfect baby name, and the perfect grown man’s name.

I look into Brock’s blue eyes, and I just stare at the window that points towards the hallway in the hospital. Brock takes my cup of ice that melted and he drinks it. He’s obviously nervous too, so I have to be there for him as well.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, I know he’s not. I mean he’s probating the same I do. “No.” He states, plane and simple. He isn’t okay.

“Did you go watch him on the window? I look into his eyes, and at his overgrown beard, his blonde ashy hair, it’s a mess. I love it that way. It’s so personal that way, so intimate, seeing eachother so tired, exhausted, and a total wreck.

“No, but I’ll head down and take pictures for you.” Brock insists as he hold my hand and kisses it. He walks out and I’m alone.

~

It’s been about a month after Cruz has been born. We all made it out of the hospital but it’s been difficult. Cruz sees the doctor about twice a month, he has special milk, and he’s super fragile. I can’t even hold my own baby.

I know it seems wrong to keep Cruz at home with us, but Brock lives him, and I adore that.

~

It’s been 5 months. Cruz is a healthy and strong baby, but it’s been hard to keep him in his playroom when I’m cooking. He’s to strong.

“He’s so cute.” Brock whimpers as he puts Cruz into his crib. “I love him.” Brock whispers as he takes my hand and pull me onto our room. He sits me down and starts kissing me on my neck down.

“Baby number two?” I laugh out. I hope so.

“Yes. But maybe later.” Brock walks out of our room and come back with a big smile.

“I got you some..” Brock stalls and he opens this big pan of brownies. He knows I love brownies. I’ve been cleaning, nurturing, and cooking all day. I’ve been busy and haven’t had time to relax. This is it. Relaxing with Brock.

“I love you.” Brock nudged me after taking a bite into a brownie. We sit in our bed for hours until Cruz woke up.

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Meet Me On The Ice (Azriel x Reader)~ Chapter 3

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 1.9k

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A/N: It's been a while and I'm sorry but I hope you guys enjoy it <3

Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I am not a figure skater or a hockey player, so while I'm trying to be as accurate as possible, it's likely some things may not be correct and/or are bent a little to fit the plot!

“He’s just so infuriating!” You fall back onto the plush couch in the Vanserra pool house, stuffing a mouthful of popcorn. The underused pool house had been You and Lucien’s sanctuary since you were small, his rowdy brothers not really caring to venture here, much preferring the amenities the woodland mansion had to offer. 

Well except for one. 

Eris Vanserra’s favorite hobby seemed to be annoying you whenever you were over. It seemed like no matter what he found some way to weasel into your business, and now as he settles into the couch between you and Lucien–shoveling a handful of your popcorn into his mouth, it seems he’s wormed his way into your venting session. 

“Trouble in paradise?” He raises an auburn brow and you can practically feel Lucien rolling his eyes. You can’t believe you ever thought he was the most tolerable of Lucien’s brothers. “I’ve seen that broody one you’re trying to replace LuLu with, he doesn’t seem like your type.” It’s probably true, most of the Vanserra brood played for the Autumn University Smokehounds except for Lucien, the Velaris Comet’s biggest rivals on and off the ice. 

“Like you know anything about my type Eris,” You snarl and he does nothing but laugh, even as Lucien looks like he wants to sink back into the couch cushions. 

“Go away Er, find someone else to bother.” Lucien supplies, removing the bowl of popcorn from his brother's lap, passing it back to you, fixing his heated gaze on Eris, and then pointedly looking at the door. Eris gets the hint, seeming amused by the level of aggravation he’s caused for the day and stands to leave. 

“Alright, but I’m hurt you didn’t ask me, Little Minx,” Eris’s heated gaze fixed on you as he reaches down and grabs one last piece of popcorn from your lap, crowding your space with eyes locked together with brutal efficiency. “I think we would’ve danced very well together.” He leaves without another word. 

“It’s like I’m not safe from assholes anywhere,” You scoff, collapsing back into Lucien’s lap. He looks at you apologetically, running a soothing hand through your hair. You relish in the simple affection of the balm that is Lucien’s presence. 

“I’m sorry about him,” He supplies, twisting a lock of hair through your fingers. 

“I know how to handle Eris, it’s the other one I’m more nervous about.” Your eyes slip shut, taking calming breaths.

“What about Az gets you so worked up?” He asks readjusting his casted foot to be propped higher on the pillow. 

“I don’t even know, my whole life he’s just hated me. I get that I was an annoying little kid who always wanted to hang out with them, but we’re adults now and he should fucking get over it.” You can feel the annoyance start to creep back into your body, your temper already rising at the thought of the practice you have to attend later. 

“You’ll survive Dove, don’t let this ruin your last season. At least one of us needs a good one.” You glance up at Lucien who’s glaring at his leg like that could make it magically heal.

“I know I’m sorry. I just wish we could do it together.” You say, and he smiles down at you mournfully, rubbing out the crease between your eyebrows as you try to relax. “I’ll try to keep my head up.” 

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Your head slams down hard against the practice floor as you’re dropped for the third time tonight. 

“Alright!” Alis yells, her forehead wrinkled with irritation as she stops the music. You glare hard at Azriel whose chest is heaving up and down, an equally intense glare fixed on you. “You two clearly haven’t taken my advice, and it’s showing in your work.”  She calls your name and you sit up, rubbing the sore spot from where your head hit the floor. “What did you and Lucien do when you first started skating together?” 

“We used to get pizza and go the arcade once a week.” You supply and you and Az share a mutual look of distaste. “But that was when we were eleven and Azriel and I are very much not eleven.” Alis shakes her head again. 

“Well, I don’t care. If you want any chance of even stepping on ice this season, you’ll bond. If you can’t get this on the practice floor, I’ll be damned before I let either of you on skates.” 

“I don’t have time for that.” Azriel’s voice rumbles through the room, and Alis shoots him an incredulous look.

“Well young man, let me make some time for you now. Practice is dismissed early, and the two of you are going to get pizza and go to the arcade. In fact, I’m giving you homework, you two have to hang out once a week.” Her tone is final despite the mutual protests of you and Azriel. So with the grumbling, you’re reluctantly climbing into the passenger seat of Az’s beat-up jeep as he’s plugging in the directions to the old Funland Arcade. He sets his arm on the back of your headrest as he looks over his shoulder to back out of the parking lot and set out on the road. 

It's most likely the most awkward car ride you’ve ever been on. 

The radio is playing on low with some old rock band Azriel must be fond of and the monotone voice of his phone’s GPS is the only noise in the car. Even the sound of your breath seems to blare throughout the vehicle's cab. Luckily for you, the drive to the old arcade is short. He parks the car and the two of you make your way inside, when you get in line behind him for game tokens he raises his eyebrows at you pinning you with a silent question in his hazel gaze. 

“What? I don’t expect you to pay for me, it’s not like we’re on a date.” You give him a noncommittal nod and he shrugs in response before feeding money into the machine that spits out the tokens. You repeat his actions filling your bucket as you set out upon the battlefield of neon lights and arcade consoles. 

It takes all of about 30 seconds for another argument to ensue. 

It's stupid really. You want to play the old Dance Dance Revolution machine in the back and Azriel wants to play some zombie shooter with grotesque graphics and obnoxiously loud gun noises. 

“Well, then we can just each play our own game and meet up when we’re done.” He huffs and starts to walk over to his choice, but you grab his arm. 

“The entire point of being here is so that we spend time together. Alis said we’re supposed to do things together as a team.” You drop his arm, glaring at him as he scoffs and shoves his hands in his hoodie pocket. 

“She’ll never even find out if we don’t” He tries to walk away again fully turning his back to you but you grab his hood and yank him back again. He lets out a choking sound before whipping around to you absolutely furious. “What the actual fuck was that for?” Azriel questions, yanking his collar back down. 

“Listen to me, Azriel. I get that this isn’t important to you but it’s important to me. This is my only chance to skate, so I don’t care what I have to stoop to.” You pinch the crease between your brows and try to offer an olive branch. “So can we at least compromise okay? I’ll play your shooting game first if you play my game after, and then how about we try to pick a game together.” Az finally relents, nodding his agreement. So the two of you walk over to his game, eloquently titled Undead Massacre III, and pick up the red plastic gun assigned to player two. 

You were officially complete dog shit. 

You had wasted a good chunk of your tokens because you kept dying and Azriel was too far ahead or too focused to revive you, and you could tell that he was annoyed at having to start over. You wanted to quit, not understanding the gun upgrades or reloading mechanism, insisting that you played enough and it was your turn. Az insisted that you had to win at least the easiest round before you could move on. After you died for the fifth time and the game over screen flashes bright and angry as Azriel comes behind you. 

“You can’t reload or switch guns fast enough because you’re holding it wrong.” He rumbles the warmth from his chest seeping into your back as he repositions your hands around the plastic. “And you can’t aim because you’re holding the gun too low and it’s not registering with the sensor,” He pulls your arm up so that the gun is now level with your collarbones. “There, see how that feels?” You shudder as his breath hits your neck, rolling your shoulders to fight off the rising goosebumps from his proximity and pray that he can’t see the heat creeping up your cheeks in the dim light. He inserts the tokens for both of you and starts the game again. You actually manage to beat the easiest level and let out a shout that makes a few mothers shoot you angry glares, turning to Azriel eyes blazing with victory. He smiles, actually smiles at you, and you start toward him before awkwardly pausing. If it was Lucien, Rhys, or hell even Cassian you would’ve thrown your arms around them to celebrate. But it was Azriel, so you settle for an awkward smile and offer your hand up for a high-five. He returns it and reluctantly follows you over to DDR, which he does surprisingly well at. 

You should’ve known apparently he’s good at everything. You shoot him a questioning gaze and he gives a nonchalant shrug, but there’s amusement in his eyes that makes a laugh bubble out of your chest.

The both of you settle on ski ball and a couple other arcade games that leave you both with a massive pile of tickets that you have to spend at the counter. You end up combing your tickets for the free pizza coupon so you settle into the booths and wait for it to be delivered to your table. This time the silence isn’t terribly awkward, you’re surrounded by kids laughing, terribly censored pop radio, and the smell of mediocre arcade pizza. You flick through social media on your phone and answer a couple texts before the waitress brings you a pitcher of lemonade and a large cheese pizza. You take two slices and Azriel piles 4 onto his plate, raising a brow at you as he shoves his face. 

“You don’t have to eat it like it’s about to run away from you.” You giggle out around a sip of your lemonade and Azriel thankfully takes the comment as the joke it is instead of an insult and laughs. 

“I’m a growing boy sweetheart, gotta eat.” He shoves almost half a piece of pizza in his mouth and pats his stomach for effect. The blush is back and Az watches it darken your cheeks with amusement dancing in his eyes. Thoroughly stuffed and satisfied you climb back into Azriel’s car as he drives you back to the rink, looking out the window as stars twinkle in the night sky. 

“I had fun tonight,” you mutter as he drops you off at your car. “I’ll see you tomorrow for practice.” Azriel nods at you from his rolled-down window and waits until you’re in your car and pulling out of the parking lot before he starts his drive home.

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what did finn do to celebrate his birthday this year? ya know august, not much hockey going on, warm out, boyfriends, etc

Some (love bite involved) birthday morning fluff for ya!

(can you tell I just watched Heartstopper)

He woke up to fingers on his waist, trailing so slowly that he could have been convinced they were droplets of water. The hand waking him had pushed the bedsheets down by his bare hips. The fingers were up by his ribs now, but they soon started their path back down and settled briefly in the dip of his waist again.

Finn took his time, but after a few minutes, he was sure it was Logan’s hand. He knew that touch. Those hands had shook his own, so shyly, when they had first met. They could tape a stick in fifteen seconds flat. They had once fixed their AC back at school and saved the entire house from melting while trying to study for finals (They made screwdrivers look small and flimsy). They smacked him upside the head when he was stupid, they won Stanley Cups, and they did this. They touched him, every day seeming more sure that they were always, always allowed to.

“Hi,” Finn whispered without opening his eyes.

He was sure he felt Logan smile.

“Happy Birthday, Rouge,” Logan whispered back.

“Oh, in English?”

“Thought I’d…take it easy on you.”

Finn smiled, slow and sleepy, and opened his eyes. Logan had his head propped up on one palm and it left a red mark on his cheek, like he’d been watching Finn for a while now.

“That’s nice of you,” Finn said. “Certainly nicer than some other birthdays of mine. Like, say, dumping a bucket of ice water on me, for one example.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “It was funny.”

“My bed felt damp for a week.”

“It wasn’t just me!” Logan checked briefly over his shoulder to make sure they weren’t waking Leo. “Percy—”

“Oh, no, no, no, non, nom, nom,” Finn whispered, and nudged his chin forward, closer to Logan’s. “Don’t go blaming Percy.” Logan smiled and brushed their noses together. “I think it was all a big scheme of yours.”

Logan raised an eyebrow. “To get you in my bed?”

Finn drew in a breath as Logan’s fingers trailed all the way down to the jut of his hip, paused, settled into a full palm, and began to smooth their way back up again.

“Don’t say that like the thought never crossed your mind.” When Logan tried to duck away Finn got a hand on his jaw, thumb dipping down to swipe across his neck—grinning at the sound it drew out. “Little conniver.”

Logan’s palm—up to his ribs and back down—smacked gently against his hip. “No fair.”

“Hey,” Finn took Logan’s bottom lip between his teeth before letting it bounce back. “No hitting the birthday boy.”

Logan just rolled against him, wrapping his arms around Finn’s waist tightly and tucking his face right into his neck. It was a full body sort of hug and it knocked Finn’s breath right out of him. Logan’s soft thighs against his hips, the squeeze of their chests together.

“Happy birthday,” Logan whispered. “I love you so much.”

“Aw, Tremz. Breaking my heart—in the best way.” Finn felt him start on what was sure to be a stark lovebite against his skin and rubbed his hand up and down Logan’s back. He closed his eyes at the pinch of Logan’s teeth and let his muscles go loose. It was like Logan’s body was holding him together, some sort of cocoon. He had to clear some of the sleep out of his throat, had to scratch his fingers through Logan’s hair. Logan had gotten a haircut yesterday and it still had that soft, new feeling, the ends thick and so silky that all Finn wanted to do was touch him.

Logan caught his breath, warm against Finn’s skin, and then attached again. Finn laughed a little at the wet press of his tongue, there and gone, and hissed at sharp teeth.

“What are you trying to do to me?”

“Mhm,” Logan laughed and sucked hard before pulling off with a soft sound. He studied his work, and Finn studied the dark gloss of his eyelashes. Logan’s eyes flicked up to his, satisfied. “Ouais.”

Finn just smiled and took one of those soft pieces of hair between his fingertips. “I love you.”

Logan gave him the smile Finn had lived for in college. Now he lived for that and so much more of him. Of Leo.

Leo was sleeping soundly. Beautifully. Finn still thought of that first morning, after they had confessed their feelings, every single time. Waking up beside him had been like living a dream. He’d seen Leo asleep before. On the bus, on the couch, sometimes even in the car after a hard game. But he’d never allowed himself to look like he had that morning. He’d certainly never allowed himself to wake Leo up by kissing across his chest.

Leo’s hand had fallen palm up against the mattress. Finn reached behind Logan and took it, rubbing a thumb across his tender wrist.

“Leo,” Finn whispered. “Leo baby, wake up it’s my birthday.”

Logan snorted but kissed his cheek—once, twice, three times. He put his palm against Finn’s other cheek and did it again, all but smushing their faces together, just as Leo opened his eyes.

“Help,” Finn said. “I’m being eaten by this French creature.”

“You like it,” Leo mumbled sleepily, then laughed and turned onto his back, rubbing his eyes and arching his back. “Oh man.” He turned his head to look back at them and Finn saw his eyes catch on what was sure to be a purpling bruise on his throat. “Happy birthday to you, huh?”

Finn felt Logan’s teeth sink softly against his jaw and rolled his eyes. “Think so.”

Leo smiled and rolled onto his side. He reached out a finger and pressed on the mark. Finn felt the ache all over, slow and ebbing like a tide. He climbed over Logan, pausing only long enough to place a lingering kiss to his neck, just near Finn’s fingers, before he pressed himself all along Finn’s back. He settled his hand over Logan’s on Finn’s hip, and ducked to place a soft kiss on the other side of Finn’s neck.

“Matching set,” he said, mumbling the words against his skin, and got to work.

Finn laughed. He reached back to knot his fingers in Leo’s hair and closed his eyes. “What more could a guy wish for?”

He felt Leo’s smile, the nip of his teeth. “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

[delopsia]

Thinking about winding Bob up in public...

His first warning sign should have been when you put this tiny little sundress on just to go to the Hard Deck, the one that hugs your hips just right. The dress that always makes it hard for Bob to keep his hands off you.

Perching yourself in his lap as the rest of his friends bicker about whether they should play a round of pool or try out the new air hockey game that just got installed today.

"Baby," Bob warns as you shift your hips in an attempt to get more 'comfortable' on his lap, "your hips are pressing against somewhere they shouldn't be."

Leaning back into his chest, you tilt your head up and just smile at him. You didn't wind up there by no accident.

Oh, but it's so fun to torment him.

Running your nails up the back of his neck as you step past him, peering up at him from under your lashes as you sip on your drink. Guiding his sturdy hands to your waist and holding them there, reminiscing in the way his breath hitches when you step backward, your ass pressing against him.

It's Penny who gives everyone the idea to stop by the new diner that's opened up just down the road. And, of course, if one person in the group is going, then everyone goes. You're standing outside, waiting on everyone else, staring at Bob the same way a starving lion looks at a piece of meat.

"Darlin'?" Bob's eyebrows raise as you take hold of his jaw with little to no warning. There's more to that statement than he gets to voice; he's trying to get it out when you lean up and press a kiss to his sensitive neck. Starting from just underneath his ear, licking and kissing along to the underside of his jaw, then down again.

His breath quickens the slightest bit, tilting his head into your hand to allow you better access to his pale neck. Keens high in his throat as you slot your thigh between his legs, raising it until it presses against his half-hard cock. And oh, the way his eyes briefly roll back, overtaken by the sensation if only for a second.

But then Hangman and Coyote are coming outside, laughing so loudly that you hear them before you see them. Just like that, you're stepping away, leaving Bob to adjust himself in his jeans and regather his composure.

At the diner, you sit in a chair right next to Bob at the far end of the table. Somewhere between when you receive your drinks and placing your respective orders, your hand makes its way to Bob's thigh.

It lays there, doing nothing but occasionally squeezing the flesh there and watching with amusement as your boyfriend's eyes dart toward you each time you do it.

You wait.

And you wait.

Then the perfect moment strikes when your plates are clean, and Pheonix is fighting for her life as half of the table brings up her snoring on their last deployment. Everyone so perfectly distracted that they don't see Bob jump when you take hold of him through his jeans.

"Darlin'," he warns, "we're in public."

But that doesn't stop you from rolling him between your fingers, enthralled by how he has to take off his glasses and rub his eyes just to distract himself from the way you've got him panting again. He thinks you've finally stopped when your hand draws away, doesn't expect it to drop down a little further, and give his balls a light squeeze.

"Bob, you alright over there buddy?" Payback chirps, around a stolen bite of Fanboy's chocolate cake.

Bob nods, face now buried in his palms, "migraine."

Only now do you quit tormenting him because he's quietly taking your bill and excusing himself from the table, saying he's going to get some fresh air. Likely expecting you to follow after him.

But you don't move.

For fifteen minutes, you sit at the table without him and chat with the rest of the group, carefully watching over your phone. No text, no call, just pure silence.

Finally, you excuse yourself because it doesn't look like this conversation about who is the worst pilot is going to end anytime soon.

You don't even see Bob when you step outside of the restaurant.

One moment you're taking in the fresh air, and the next, your back is against the cold brick of the building, two strong hands on either side of your head, barring you.

"You get a real kick outta rilin' me up, don't you?" His southern accent thick on his tongue, an octave deeper than usual.

Grinning from ear to ear, you lean up, lips brushing against his own, stealing the smallest of pecks. His hand takes hold of your neck, forcing you back as his eyes glint with something wicked.

"Ah ah ah, " he tuts, "two can play at that game, darlin'."

[drewsbuzzcut]

Dangerous

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic… read hook, line, and sinker before this part

warnings: mentions of an injury, small very minor angst, small mention of food

*At the pizza place*

“I know I already said that you’re a natural when it comes to modeling, but I just can’t get over how seamless you are when it comes to all the different poses. You must be really flexible,” mat comments.

“It’s funny you say that. I actually used to do ballet. I started at a really young age- maybe 3 and it was the love of my life at the time, of course. I actually got injured at 15 and I was never able to get back to normal,” you say solemnly.

“So you went into modeling? That explains why you weren’t a child model or something like that.”

You nod your head in agreement, “yeah. It’s crazy because everyone in my family, even friends, would always say that I belonged in the modeling industry. I guess that was true. I wouldn’t change things. I love modeling. It’s probably the best thing to happen to me,” you finish your small story.

“I’m sorry about your injury, but I’m glad you’re in your rightful place,” mats speaks.

“It’s ok. It’s weird, though. You’re the first person who noticed my flexibility. No one I have ever met or worked with has ever noticed.”

“I’m glad I noticed because if I hadn’t, I would never know that little story about yourself,” mat is so sincere with his words, it makes your heart melt. Also making you grow a new appreciation for this handsome man that just came out of nowhere.

“What about you? You’re probably flexible too,” you guess.

“Not really,” he chuckles.

“I don’t think I can do a split or an even a high kick,” he continues.

“I don’t think that’s true. The way hockey players move during the game means you definitely have to have some kind of flexibility even if it’s a little,” you add in.

“You watch hockey?”

And you were caught.

It’s not like you didn’t want it to be a secret that you watch hockey, you just didn’t want mat to think that you were lying about knowing who he was when you met him for the first time.

You truly didn’t know anything about him, but you knew that he looked familiar. When he told you that he played hockey, the puzzle pieces weren’t hard to put together- especially because you had just been at an islanders game the past week.

“Occasionally. I’m more of a baseball person, but i watch hockey every now and then, live or on tv,” you inform him.

“Another interesting fact about you. What team do you root for?”

“If this is your way of asking if I’m a rangers fan, you’re not slick,” you tease with a wicked smirk.

“Well, I’m not a rangers fan. I actually quite enjoy the islanders,” you finish.

“Hmm��� I like that answer.”

“Ok, hotshot. Don’t let it go to your head.”

“Too late.”

You both laugh at the same time before trying to calm down and breathe in some air.

It was crazy how easily you could laugh with him.

There’s a pause in conversation as you both take drinks from your cups and bites from your pizzas.

It’s a comfortable stillness, you’re taking in the nice evening you’re having with mat and secretly hoping you can do it more in the future.

“I actually have to tell you something,” you say slowly, trying not to worry him, but also being worried yourself.

He nods his head for you to continue.

“When you had told me that you played hockey, I kind of figured out who you were. When I met you, you were so familiar to me and the hockey thing made everything click. I did know you. Well, of you. I recognized you from the game. I hope that doesn’t freak you out or anything,” you blurt.

“It doesn’t freak me out nor does it bother me. As long as you don’t look me up or anything crazy,” mat responds.

Huh. Why didn’t he want you to look him up?

“Yeah , of course!”

“I am so full. Did you want to get desert?” Mat asks.

“I will have to take a pass on desert. I’ll probably just eat some fruit at home,” you answer.

“Sounds good! Well as much as I enjoyed shadowing you for the day, and trying your recommendation for pizza, I have an early morning tomorrow so I should get home.”

“Oh yeah! I don’t want to keep you too long or ruin your schedule,” you tell him.

“Do you live far from here?”

“Not really just a couple of minutes from here actually.”

“Mind if I walk you home?”

You heart melts just a little bit. He is so sweet, you think to yourself.

“As long as you don’t leak my address,” you tease.

“No promises,” he teases back.

As you’re walking back home, it’s silent but it’s only because you’re thinking about how good this day has been and how you hope it was just as good for mat.

“I guess your job isn’t exactly private either,” you speak your one nagging thought out loud.

“Not really. Which is why I wasn’t necessarily surprised when you said you had recognized me. Although, I’m sure my life is a bit more private than yours,” you’re now wondering if he thinks you had lied about knowing him when you first met. You hope that isn’t the case.

“Kind of. Especially when I’m pictured out with other famous people. I did a shoot last year with Bella Hadid and that sort of skyrocketed my career in the right direction, so now I’m always having the paps follow me, but only when they think I’m doing something secretive or interesting,” you explain.

“That’s crazy. I’m only recognized on the streets every once in a while.”

“You’re still recognized, though.”

“True. It’s honestly weird to be known,” mat said.

You nod your head in silent solidarity.

The conversation fades after mat’s last sentence, but the silence is comforting. It allows you to soak in mat’s charming and intense presence. You almost don’t realize that you had just made it to your home.

“Looks like this is me,” you interrupt the silence.

“I’m not sure I’m ready to leave you just yet,” mat responds.

“Dito. Today was really nice.”

You both are facing each other, not daring to break the strong eye contact. He brings his finger to drag it along the length of your forearm before stopping at your wrist. Your heart is pounding. You’re afraid it might jump out of your body in attempt to land in his large, warm hands.

“I enjoyed today. Best day I’ve had in a while. This may be a bit forward, but will you go out on a date with me, y/n?” Mat pulls you a tad bit closer to him.

“Hmm… you’d be pretty lucky to get to spend another day with me.” You lightly poke at his chest.

He laughs and walks backwards down the steps of your building. He has the cockiest expression adorning his face and glint in his eyes.

“I’ll see you next tuesday at 6:30,” mat exclaims.

“You’re pretty confident, hotshot,” you fire back, a bit of shock and amusement displayed on your face.

“Got to match confidence with even more confidence,” he says referencing your undying confidence.

“HA! I’ll see you at 6:30. Don’t be late, barzy!”

“You’re a dangerous one, y/n,” mat finishes with one last smile as he watches you go inside, patting himself on the back for successfully getting a date with you.

a/n: it’s been a little bit since i posted the last piece but hope you enjoy this part!!

[behoright]

give me a sign (love countdown series) | a. svechnikov

show me, how you want it to be / tell me baby

summary: part 6! our sleepover before we leave for the roadie….andrei doesn’t have a tv but he does have some dreams…

wordcount: 3k

song: ...baby one more time - the marias

warnings:  18+. minors dni. fluff, cursing, smut. cute n dirty like our boy. also - bad writing, as always.

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“Here’s the guest room, you can sleep here tonight.”

“Andrei, I've been here before.” you said with a chuckle. Andrei felt your eyes staring deeply into him, while he tried to look so unfazed by it all. Ever since he realized what his true feelings were, he had done his best to act as normal as possible. He knew, however, that it just wasn’t the case. Andrei couldn’t remember the last time he had been so head over heels for someone. The touch of your hand gently startled him. 

“Hey… are you okay? You’ve been so on edge lately.”

“What? No, everything is okay. Should we eat?”

The answer didn’t fulfill his friend, and he could tell, but he secretly hoped that this could all just be ignored. He had been thinking about this a lot, maybe too much, and still couldn’t find a way to handle all of this and not look like an idiot. 

Things seemed to chill out while they ate their takeout, the ease of their conversation reminding Andrei how comfortable he really felt around you. He knew he could never get enough time with you. Despite what you thought, he never got tired of hearing about your classes, your internship and foolish girl drama. Just as you never got tired of hearing about hockey, hockey, hockey. And his family, his teammates. Whatever crazy stories he had to bring from his countless nights out. Andrei knew. He saw how you attentively listened to him every single time. He swore that your eyes actually sparkled when you looked up at him. 

“Drei…? Hello?”

“Uh, what?” 

You laughed. 

“You were telling me about the other night?”

Andrei kicked himself for actually getting lost in his thoughts, in your eyes, as he realized how present you were, listening enthusiastically. He was pretty sure he had just stopped mid sentence, staring at her, fork stuck in the air. 

“Yeah, yeah, I lost my train of thought.” he blushed. 

“Your head’s in the cloud lately, Svechy. Maybe we should take you to a doctor, see if there’s anything left in there.” you said, poking at his head before throwing away your takeaway box. 

“Maybe you could give some of your brain to me. All you do is study, nerd.” he stood up and pushed at your temples a bit harder. 

“Oh, is that right?” you teased back. 

“Yeah.” he smirked, hands on his hips.

“Well, I’m sorry my job doesn’t consist of mindlessly lifting weights and chasing a piece of rubber all day.”. She knew exactly what she was doing. 

“Oh, really, are you sure you want to say that?” Andrei started slowly stepping closer to you. 

“Yep. I actually use my head, you know.” you snapped back, head tilted. 

“Oh, you do? I bet you’re good at that.” Andrei whispered, hoping you didn’t hear or realize his double entendre. In spite of his tone, he saw you blush and your eyes narrow. 

“You’re so na-Oh!” Before you could get any rebuttal out, Andrei’s hands grabbed your waist and easily threw your body over his shoulder. 

“You kick and scream all you want. Try to use your brains to get out of this one.” he said, walking towards the couch. 

“Andrei, put me down!” 

“Oh you want down? Okay.” he said, slamming your body on his couch.

Before you could slither away, Andrei pinned your wrists above your head, his big thighs caging you under his body, carelessly flashing you the biggest smile. 

“Drei, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t mean it!” you begged. 

Andrei threw his head back, his nose scrunching up as he laughed. You had to make sure not to stare too hard at his rosy cheeks, the lower belly peeking out from under his ridden up shirt. What you didn’t realize is that Andrei was panting not from carrying you around, but from the nature of the position you were in. All the writhing from your body under his was, unbeknownst to you, causing a stir in his lower abdomen. 

This was bliss. If he couldn’t have you, he could at least have this. 

He grabbed both of your wrists in one hand, still above your head, and started tickling you. 

“Please, please, don’t!”

Nothing brought him more joy than seeing you laugh, inhibited. 

You tried your best to get away from him, as much as you could at least, buckling your hips up to move his large frame off of you.

“Oh, you’re getting feisty, huh?” Andrei said, in between chuckles.

“Please, stop!” you couldn’t contain your laughter. “I didn’t mean it I promise I promise”

“You need to be more specific than that.” Andrei hit back, his fingers working overtime to make you laugh. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it you are very smart and work a really hard job please please!”

“Okay, okay if you say it so nicely I will stop.” he said, with a beaming smile. 

You were staring at each other, trying to catch your breath, heart pounding in your chest.

God, you looked good like this, pinned under him, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 

“You’re lucky you’re so strong, Svech. Maybe I will do training like yours so I can beat you next time.”

“Ha! There’s no way. But you can try.” he teased, getting close to your face. 

Andrei knew deep down that this was a risk. But he tried. He was so elated when you got to spend time like this, he felt overwhelmed. So he leaned down, and he pressed his lips to your forehead. 

You stared deeply into him as he pulled up, eyes darting back and forth across his face.

Before you could say anything, Andrei hastily pulled his body from yours.

“I, uh, I go use the bathroom.” he said, flushed. 

As he was walking away, taking his hat off to fix his hair, Andrei felt a sudden weight on his back. 

Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, you had jumped from behind, trying to climb his muscular frame.

“I will beat you, Svechnikov. You just give me some time.” you said, mouth dangerously close to his ears. 

You seemed calmer, but this made Andrei’s heart beat overtime. He was really hoping you couldn’t feel it.

Play it cool.

He slid his fingers around the backs of your thighs, pulling your weight onto his back, and kept walking towards his room.

He didn’t know if he felt your breasts bounce on him when he adjusted your weight, or if he was just too turned on and losing his mind. 

Friends did piggyback rides though, right?

“Okay. I will wait. Maybe you do training with me and we see who’s better.” he chuckled, shaking his head, as he entered his room.

“What do you want to do tonight?” you asked. 

He could feel your lips moving against his ear. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with you.

“Um, I don’t know. Maybe we watch a movie?” he said. Typical Andrei, always wanted to make you feel the most comfortable. You knew that he barely stayed in, considering all of the nights he had dragged you out of your house.

“Yeah that sounds good, but you don’t even have a TV.” you laughed, as he set you down on his mattress.

“I have a computer, dummy.” he rolled his eyes, towering over you. 

Only after throwing a pillow in your face, Andrei headed to the bathroom in his room. 

You looked around, splayed out on his bed. The room was engulfed by the smell of his cologne. His comforter, his pillows, all had that scent that drove you wild. You pressed your thighs together before he came back out, drying his hands. 

Seeing you thrown on his bed like this, with your arms out, head tilted back staring around his room - things Andrei had only ever dreamed about. He wanted to pull you by your thighs onto his lap, make you grind all over his legs, his hard cock, until you begged to be filled by him.

“You good?” she snapped him out of his fantasies. 

“Let’s go watch something.” 

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“Oh, Andrei”

The room was dark, her body only lit by the moonlight coming through the thin curtains. He didn’t know how long they had been in there, but it felt like heaven. Andrei looked down, mesmerized by her pussy stretching up and down his cock. He could see his own chest heave as he stared at her, in all of her glory. The sounds coming out of her mouth made his eyes squeeze shut, trying his best to hold out for her. 

“Touch me, Drei, please”

He tentatively wrapped his fingers around the flesh of her waist. Andrei liked to fuck hard, but the slow pace that she was keeping was making him drunk with pleasure. Everytime she bounced and grinded on his pelvis Andrei gripped her harder, his body subconsciously trying to hitch his dick deeper inside her. He saw the white marks left on her abdomen when she reached her hands around his and gently slid them up to cup her breasts. As soon as his fingers started palming and playing with her nipples, her head sweetly rolled back with the most delightful moans Andrei had ever heard. 

He could feel the tips of her hair graze his thighs, the goosebumps on her skin everytime she lifted herself up, and the weight of her chest rebounding between his calloused fingers when she closed contact between their bodies again. 

It was all too much. The breathy moans, and hums, the sweat beads trickling down his temples.

“Does it feel good baby? Talk to me.”

He tried. He really did. But all that came out was a string of incoherent Russian mumbling. 

“Yeah, Drei?” 

She gave him that look that drove him absolutely wild. Her dark eyes, filled with lust, staring deeply into him. Completely powerless but unwilling to fully submit, Andrei tried to grab your small frame and fuck himself into you. When he noticed the flutter of your lashes that accompanied your moans, he sat up until your chests and foreheads were touching, trading sweat. 

“Grind on me, milaya. Fuck yourself onto me.”

His cocky smile came back when her eyes got stuck at the back of her head, steadily moving her hips against him.

“Andrei.”

“Andrei.”

“Andrei.”

Hearing her hum his name made Andrei’s cock twitch and somehow grow even harder in her. The scraping of her nails on his shoulders, and how tiny her ribcage felt under his palms provoked a deep groan from the depths of his chest. 

“Andrei, please”

Her eyebrows completely furrowed, Andrei shoved his tongue inside her mouth, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Messy and desperate, he wanted nothing more than to slam her down and fuck her into the bed; but Andrei was absolutely petrified with pleasure, engulfed in the wet feeling of her cunt sliding back and forth on his length. 

“Oh fuck, baby, yes.” he groaned, voice getting deeper as he edged closer to his climax. 

The praises coming out of him coaxed faster and dirtier movements from her hips and waist, ones that raised the volume of her moans and the grip on his hair. Both of them trembling, and simultaneously etching closer to the peak, their gaze met again.

“Please” she begged.

His wet lips stuck open, Andrei could only mutter 5 words before finishing inside her.

“Tell me you love me”

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Startled, Andrei woke up in a sweat, his shorts filling up with warm cum. He was gripping the pillow right next to him, forearms tensed, and quietly let out a groan, watching a dark spot form in his lap. He sighed, and took time to let his breathing calm down, because as uncomfortable as the sticky feeling was in his pants, the realm in between sleep and awake had overtaken him. He couldn’t remember the last time he had a wet dream, but Andrei wasn’t complaining. That was hot, and it felt so real he swore he could feel your touch on his skin still. 

Oh. 

He could. 

Looking next to him, your head was dangerously touching the side of his thigh. His eyes darted around for his phone. 4:45 am. They must have fallen asleep watching the movie, his computer now a dark screen sitting on the coffee table in front of them. 

He ran his hands through his hair. This was so wrong. He knew it wasn’t his fault; he hadn’t gotten laid in a while, and all because of this. Because of you. All because he couldn’t bear to think about anyone else but you. 

He gently stroked your head, still fast asleep, curled up on his big couch. Sighing, he hopped on over to his bathroom to clean up. 

The nerves started bubbling up in his chest again. He had to do something about this quickly - it was obvious that his body was sending clear signals about what he wanted. After a fast shower, he returned to his living room. The darkness outside of his window enveloping his apartment. A time in the night that was always encompassed by the deepest of stillness. 

Looking down at you, the memory of that night ran through his head again. He felt like this was a manifestation of a moment he had been thinking about so much in the past couple of days; a memory that turned a switch for him. This was going to be the second time he took you to bed. He wasn’t sure what it was about it. It all felt so… domestic to him. 

But then, he never did think he wanted domestic. 

He always wanted girls, as quick and as many as possible. 

He wanted the chase, when his confidence could make any woman quiver and follow him back to his apartment. 

Until he was confronted with moments like this. 

Moments of tenderness between you two. Moments of humility, of taking care of each other. Moments that left him warm and fulfilled for weeks on end; no hookup could have ever done that for him. 

He squatted close to you, moving a strand of hair away from your eyes. 

“Should we go to bed? Hmm?” the slight and quiet suggestions caused a stir in you.

“We fell asleep on the couch, Y/N. Let’s go sleep in the bed, what do you think?” he asked, hand on your shoulder.

After receiving a small nod from you, Andrei took a deep breath to pick you up without waking you too much. Before he could even attempt to stand back up, you swiftly and almost automatically wrapped your arms around his neck. His eyes sparkled as soon as he felt your voluntary embrace. 

What…did this mean? 

He was probably reading too much into it. You just wanted to go to bed. Right.

Heart running a whole marathon, Andrei easily picked you up from his couch and headed towards the guest room. The feeling captivated him again: the skin he accidentally touched when your crop top lifted up, the perfume drifting off of your hair, your rosy cheeks resting on his chest. 

Maybe he couldn’t have you, but he could sure dream about it. 

His back moved open the door of the guest room, empty except for your suitcase and the water bottles he had prepared on your nightstand the night before you came. 

He took a peek at your peaceful face one more time before placing your body on top of the comforter. You let go of him as soon as you felt your head hit the pillow - he was right. You didn’t want his touch, you just needed help getting to bed. 

With a sigh and a low head, Andrei started groggily marching off to his own bed. 

“Drei?”

His head snapped around, seeing your eyes struggling to open.

“Yeah?” he asked, his biceps exposed as he awkwardly scratched the nape of his neck. 

“Where are you going?”

“Uh.. to bed.”

“Can you please tuck me in?” you replied, dramatically. 

Scoffing, he moved over to you and assisted you in getting yourself comfy under the blankets. 

“I have a secret, Drei.”

Here we go. He had always known you to be a sleep drunk. Always falling asleep everywhere and mumbling up a storm in your sleep.

“Yeah? What is it?”

“Shh. Come here.” you gestured. 

Andrei leaned closer to your face, exhaling sharply. 

“Please stay.”

He didn’t have to hear it twice. Andrei caressed your face and chuckled, moving over to the other side of the bed. When his body found its way under the blankets, he noticed you turned around to face him. He could have stared at your face endlessly, and he thought to enjoy the moment until his eyes started becoming heavy. Drifting off into sleep, he felt your head touch his shoulder while you wrapped your arm around his midsection. Frozen and blushing again, he tenderly put his hand over yours. 

Is this what all best friends do? he thought. He was, however, rapidly ripped out of any daydreams or sleep. 

“Thank you, Andrei. I love you”

He knew he hadn’t dreamed that. Maybe he could really make this happen. The stuff of his dreams, literally. 

Best friends don’t do this. Not like this. 

He just needed a way. A plan. 

“I love you” he answered, happily drifting off.

This was going to be a great trip, and they hadn’t even left yet. 

[thursdayinspace]

20 questions for 20 writers

tagged by @thatfragilecapricorn30 @randomfoggytiger and @baronessblixen thank you!! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 21

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 70.063 -- this is my new AO3, so that's why it's still so low, haha.

3. What fandoms do you write for? Only X-Files now.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? spectacular (glasses sex!), it's the day the world didn't end, from this morning forward (that makes me so happy), got you covered, wild side

5. Do you respond to comments? yes. if I ever don't, I'm sorry, it's not because i didn't love your comment, but i just don't get around to it right away sometimes. but i try to reply to every single one because i love them all.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? ohhh. i don't write super angsty endings . . . I guess mend into pieces bc it's season 2 and they know they're making a mistake, but we all know they'll figure it out eventually, so.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? they pretty much all end happily. i'm going to more or less randomly pick five ways to say i love you. because i loved writing that ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? so, okay. there are two stories here i want to tell from an old fandom. one is funny. one is kind of great, really?

the funny one: i got a looooong comment on a fic, like several paragraphs long, going into great detail about why the fic sucked and why i sucked and why i had personally offended them by writing fic at all. they obvs meant to comment anonymously but forgot to log out. by the time i got to my computer, they had deleted their entire account. of course i had their name in the ao3 email. i laughed so hard at that.

the kind of amazing one: i got a very rude anon on tumblr, and i responded by saying i'd be happy to discuss their criticism, but i wasn't going to have a conversation with a hockey puck with sunglasses, and asked them to come off anon so we could talk. and they did! they showed up in my dms a short while later. we solved nothing and did not part as friends, but i actually have mad respect for that. wherever they are today, i hope they have taken some anger management classes and are doing well!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? yeah, i certainly do. idk what kind? the porny kind? lol no i mean it's kind of lame but fun.

10. Do you write crossovers? i wrote a stargate atlantis/firefly crossover centuries ago but that was it. or maybe start trek with sth else, i don't remember.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? i don't think so, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? yes! it's so much fun and i would do it again.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? mulder and scully!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? i plan to finish all of them.

16. What are your writing strengths? it used to be dialogue but i don't think it is anymore. idk? i think i can create an atmosphere?

17. What are your writing weaknesses? i tend to repeat myself a lot and then skip over other things completely. i'm not good with transitions between scenes.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? i haven't done it, but if it would make sense for a fic, i might do it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? stargate atlantis. i was very late to the fanfic party.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? it's called 'ellipsis' and is still with the beta. but of the ones i've already posted, either from this morning forward or yesterday's future.

Randomfoggytiger added additional questions:

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life? i mean it's a hobby but it's definitely also a way of life. there isn't ever a time when i don't think about writing and everything all the time connects in some way to a thing i'm writing and i can't imagine what i'd do without writing.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript? completed manuscript! or notes? uhh . . . both?

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration? everything. random things. i can't think of one specific thing, it can be literally anything.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing? both thoughts are equally awful lol

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective? yeah, i think so. not in any big way, but about smaller stuff, just the way i look at certain things? yes.

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN? ao3!!! my tinkerbell brain loves the comment section, haha. also it's just so much nicer to read on ao3 and there's the download option, so also as a reader, def ao3.

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it? 70.063 - no, i'm not satisfied with it. i used to write multi-chapters with more words. but it's a new account so yeah starting small again.

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably? jasper fforde's 'thursday next' series. it's where i stole my name from. literary detectives? oh man. it's the kind of story where you wish you'd had the idea first. go read it!!!!!

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it? i am really really lucky to have been given so many amazing compliments and i appreciate every single one. i couldn't say what means the most to me . . . probably when it's personal to the commenter? when someone tells me sth i've written touched them in some way. bc that's what i want to achieve.

10. What defines your writing style? lol idek man pretentious purple prose? i think i live somewhere between overuse of metaphors and focus on the rhythm of a text. i love writing in english bc it flows so nicely. idk is trying to make it sound nice a style bc then that's at least what i'm going for.

who hasn't been tagged? no pressure tags for @backintimeforstuff @nachosncheezies @actual-changeling and everybody else who wants to!

[fullofgutsndopamine]

part of the FITPS verse

more here

tw: cursing, some fluff, some angst if you squint,

note: reader is they/them, however, one mention of hasan referring to you as “my girl”

“hasan.” you huff out, “what part of ‘be quiet’ do you not understand?”

hasan looks the part of santa.

he wears a crooked santa hat on top of an old baseball cap with his hockey teams old logo across the middle, faded with age, a smirk on his face.

“princess,” he drawls out, “are you doubting my abilities?”

you roll your eyes, “I am when you’re so fucking loud. you’re gonna wake Amelie and the whole town up.”

now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, “she’s a heavy sleeper, she’s fine.”

there’s some weight to that, but he doesn’t elaborate and you don’t ask him to.

“We have to hurry.” you remind him.

your mind runs through the list; presents to put out, the reindeer mix hasan worked on to sprinkle in the backyard, “to keep the magic alive,” he say, but figured that sounds dumb so finished with, “or whatever”

“what’s the rush?” he asks, bht oneys, comes to your side with the small plastic bag filled with presents for Amelie.

they aren’t much, a mix of homemade (a new stuffed rabbit, since the one she’s had since she was born, a gift from hasan, is basically just a piece of cloth she’s carrying around now, pressed against him at grocery stores and at the shop with the little rabbit)

you remember the nights he stayed up, glasses on the crook of his nose, his grease stained fingers working expertly on old cloth, stuffing the little bear.

“moneys tight,” he’d shake his head as he said it, red faced, as if this is something he’s embarrassed about, something that’s kept him up, “but i don’t need her to know that.”

the packages are wrapped in old wrapping paper, scraps, old newspaper he tooo from the shop to wrap them up in-

you offered money, gift wrap, the works but he’s roll his eyes every time, “now,” he’d drawl out slowly, “what kind of boyfriend would i be if i took money from my girl?” and he’d pull you in close by your waist and kiss you, hard, on the lips.

hasan gets on his knees, gently, slowly, and one by one, sets the wrapped presents under the tree as you do the same, your own bag, a little smaller, with from santa on a gift for Amelie, a love with your name on the other; desperately trying to ignore the thump thump your heart makes when you think too hard on it-

“what’s the rush?” he asks, and you whip your head around to remind him that the rush is Amelie walking downstairs any second, and how desperately you want him to get some good sleep-

instead, his hands go for your wrist, and before you know it, your flipped around, on your back, your head under the tree as you stare up at the lights, twinkling, some faded or half out, but the blues and the greens stare back at you, making you have to squint-

“use to do this all the time when i was little,” hasan speaks, his voice barely above a whisper, the way it always does when he’s about to talk about the before, usually reserved for late at night, gasping awake from a nightmare or wide awake, fighting off sleep:

“Ma use to work a lot y’know, after everything with my Dad-“

he rolls his eyes, not indulging that part, though it’s not necessary, you know the odds and ends, the sad parts-

“So, to entertain myself, i’d lay under the tree. watch the lights, like watching a show, yknow?”

he reaches out and touches the tip of a red light, “these were my favorite, when they were behind the blues.”

and out of instinct you do the same, reaching for the lights under the tree, on your back-

you can’t help it, as you curl into his side, your head on his shoulder as his fingers run up and down your back, his eyes fixed on the lights.

finally, he breaks the silence first: “thought we had to rush.”

his voice is low, teasing but you snort as you hold the side of his face, “quiet, you.”

you laugh, giving him a kiss on the lips as you watch the lights with him

[boots-with-the-fur-club]

Let’s pretend I finished this in actual November! Here is the last prompt, last au, a “The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals” au! You can find the musical for free on YouTube, would absolutely recommend!

Thank you, @tmntaucompetition for doing the prompts and idea for auvember! I was had a lot of fun in writing all of them!

@daboyau

Disco

A grungy tune rings through a hockey and action movie decorated room.

Riot, by Three Days Grace.

“….If you feel so angry, so ripped off, so stepped on…”

Cassandra Jones pauses mid one handed push-up, glancing over at her bed where she left her phone.

“….You’re not the only one refusing to back down-“

The ring tone stops as she hops onto the bed and taps the answer button.

“This is Cassandra, speak immediately!”

“Casey! You gotta come help me out here, something is seriously wrong.”

“O’Neil? Are you under attack!?”

“Not….exactly? Okay look, it’s not gonna sound that bad, but it does if you think about the implications.”

“Implications….the deadliest of all the nouns.”

“The guys went to see some Jupiter Jim musical last night, I had work so I couldn’t go but I got fired this morning and came down to the sewers to see how it went.”

“And then they attacked you?”

“No! I….heard them singing.”

“I’d just punch their throats in that case.”

“Look, I know you don’t know them as well as I do, but they usually sound like a yodeling goat when they sing! Unless it’s cold out for some reason, but that doesn’t matter! They’re too in sync! I’m freaking out here!”

“While I still don’t see what the implications are, I will come to your aid shortly.”

“You’re a life saver Casey-….what the….?”

There’s funky music in the background that she can’t quite place.

“O’Neil? What’s wrong?”

“Splints? Why are you….? No! Mikey! You hate disco!”

“O’Neil! Answer me!”

The only reply is the sound of hurried footsteps and rustling fabric. She must have started running.

Casey persists in her shouting until she hears the echoes of a sewer chamber. She was probably going to try to lose them.

Casey takes off out of her room and then her house, still listening to what’s going on. After only a minute or two, it sounds like the phone got dropped.

There’s loud splashing noises that grow quieter until they can’t be heard anymore. She still listens as she races to find a manhole she could lift.

Eventually, the splashing noises return and the phone sounds like it’s getting picked up.

“Oh heyyy, Casey, guess April dropped her phone.” Leo speaks into the phone in a sing songy tone.

“Don’t you play with me! What have you done with her!?”

“Me? I haven’t done anything. She totally just freaked out and ran off.”

“Stop lying! I know about the implications!”

There’s silence for a second or two before the call turns into a video chat.

Casey nearly stopped running in surprise.

It was naturally always dark in the sewers, so it was hard to make much out. Or, it would be, if the two turtles in the frame didn’t have the creepiest shade of glowing blue dripping down their faces.

Their smiles were too wide, their eyes were crazed.

It reminded her of when she went to a musical as a child and the actors tried to force her to join along as they walked down the aisles.

They tried so hard to look happy and the unnatural expression never left her mind.

“Awww, did you hear that Donnie? Casey doesn’t want to play.”

“Perhaps we should see if April wants to play instead.”

Casey grits her teeth.

“Leave her alone or I swear I will tear you to pieces when I get there!”

Donnie and Leo laugh in perfect unison before the phone’s camera is flipped around. The only thing in view is darkness.

Casey immediately turns on the tracking app she and April have for each other in case of emergencies.

“April! Come out now, or finding you will be more annoying than it has to be.” Donnie says with a slight growl.

“Donnie, that’s not how you ask a friend to hang out. You gotta lure her in, delicately. Aprillllll.~ Come out come out, wherever you are!”

No response.

They begin to walk forward.

Casey manages to finally get into the sewers and turns on her flashlight, running as fast as she could in the direction the phone’s location is in.

Then, Leo begins singing as the camera shows they’re walking much faster.

“Let's play some games. Let's play some games today, fuuuunnyyy games. Some funny games today!”

“Leo, look.” Donnie points to a light shimmering far in the darkness.

“Do you want to play with me?” Leo continues to sing.

“Come here, come here.” Donnie joins in.

“I want you to come here so we can play.”

They purposefully pretend they take a wrong turn near where the glimmer was.

Casey’s heart beats fast and she screams out to warn her.

To her horror, she’s been put on mute.

There’s a hope that April won’t fall for this trap.

Unfortunately, she does.

The moment she rushes past the wall, Donnie and Leo grab her.

She screams in terror as the two of them laugh in a stilted way while still in unison. Nothing like any kind of laugh any normal person would do.

Casey runs even faster and prays that she can get there in time.

Leo flips the camera once again and lifts the phone above them.

“Whoops, no recordings allowed in this performance!”

The video call ends on his chilling smile, the blue dripping down his face somehow even worse than before.

Casey nearly breaks her own phone in anger but knows that it’s the only way to know where they are.

The tracking indicates they’re on the move again. Probably dragging April to their lair.

She continues running despite how long she’s being doing it already. The burn in her legs and lungs didn’t matter as long as April was still in the worst possible danger.

Eventually, finally, and out of breath, she makes it to where April’s phone was. The lair’s lights had all been shut off except for one. The heat lamp was acting as some sort of spotlight.

April’s phone was directly under it.

Casey turns off the tracker and keeps her flashlight on instead.

She wasn’t scared, more pissed off than anything. How dare they turn on April and force her into this musical madness?

She hears something nearby and immediately spins around to shine her light into the darkness.

There stands Mikey, smiling ear to ear with nothing behind his eyes except for a dim blue glow.

“There you are, Cassandra.”

“Orange one! Where did they take O’Neil!?”

Mikey giggles creepily and tilts his head.

“La la la la la, la la la la la, la la la la la la la la!”

“That’s neither an answer or actual singing!”

Mikey giggles more and runs back into the darkness.

Casey gives chase.

Suddenly, something shoots out and crashes into her hand. The phone smashed into a wall and takes out the flashlight with it. She’s left in complete darkness. Her fists go up and her feet slide into a defensive position.

“What is this!?”

The heat lamp from earlier suddenly shines over in front of her, revealing Donnie with a top hat he was tipping down over his face.

“It’s….a….show stoppin’ number. A real show stopper.”

Casey backs up.

“Enough with the singing! Where is O’Neil!?”

The light moves over to Leo who has a matching top hat, and April tied to a chair.

“Show stopping number! With April front and center!”

“O’Neil! Are you okay!?“

“I’m fine! But you gotta get out of here!”

“I am not leaving you behind!”

“It’s too late for me! It’s a freaking infection! They’re singing zombies, Casey! It’s literally your worst nightmare!”

“What kind of coward would I be if I left you in my nightmare!? THROAT PUNCH!” She kicks at Leo’s head.

Leo dodges with a spin and a flourish of his hat.

“I thought you were going to punch his throat!” April exclaims.

“I’ve learned yelling my attacks isn’t helpful!” Casey chops furiously at the rope until it falls apart into pieces.

“Okay, you’ve got to teach me that when we’re not busy bein in danger.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

“Not so fast! Slow down that tempo, you’re not going anywhere.” Donnie shouts from the darkness.

There’s the sound of clapping from his direction, then the lights turn back on.

Not in the normal way, though.

The lights flashed differently colors all over the place. A funky, discoish song plays from unseen speakers. The same one Casey heard over the phone before. It was easier to tell now was it was.

Copacabana.

Mikey reappeared alongside Raph and Splinter. In a perfect, creepy amount of unison, they danced to the song. Their fingers traced the air as their hands rhythmically went side to side. The other hand was placed on their hips.

Like Donnie and Leo, blue was dripping down their faces.

From their eyes, their mouths, their noses.

“Not again! Guys, please, get a hold of yourselves!” April pleads.

She and Casey are attacked from behind, getting kicked and falling closer to the enclosing trio.

Casey looks back, seeing Donnie and Leo had joined back up with their own disco moves.

Tossed to the ground by a disco kick.

It was both entirely embarrassing and terrifying.

Casey grabs April by the shoulders, pulling her up as she herself gets back to her feet.

“To hell with their dance fighting, we need to find a way through!”

“I’m up to any ideas you have!”

“You aren’t.“

“Wha-“

Casey grabs April’s jacket right off her and quickly ties Raph and Splinter’s hands together before kicking it down. This causes them to hit heads and get distracted. Casey uses this opportunity to make her escape with April, grabbing her hand and running.

The music continues as they run. It’s like the worst horror game soundtrack ever.

Or maybe the best.

They keep running until they can safely go up a ladder and out front a manhole. Luckily, it ended up being in an alleyway with a large dumpster they managed to push on top.

They breathe heavily, adrenaline still pumping.

“That was far too close for my liking. My enemies should be defeated with much more ease.”

April opens her mouth to respond but ends up coughing into her hand.

“….Aw nuts….”

“What? What’s the matter?” Casey glances over and tenses up.

There was the same, unfortunately familiar, glowing blue.

“I told you that you should have left me….”

“….Stop saying foolish things. You were, and still are able to not sing. We still have time to fix you.”

“How? We don’t even know what this is!“

“You’re a future journalist, O’Neil! You can figure it out. You do not give up, especially this soon.”

April smiles softly at her.

“You’re right. I’m April O’Neil! And I will not be in a musical unless I want to be!”

Casey smiles back.

“Then let’s make sure you’re not.”

The two of them leave the alleyway. April begins looking up and down the sidewalk until she finds a newspaper stand. She slams money down in front of the owner and takes a newspaper.

“Here! The theatre the boys went to, they said something crashed into it the night of the musical.”

“That’s where what’s causing this must be. Perhaps if we tear its heart out, you all will go back to normal.”

“It’s the best, and only plan we have.”

They head to the theatre. It’s closed down and boarded up when they arrive, so Casey handled the boards and they went inside.

Once in the same room as the stage, they could see some kind of mutated plant there.

They also saw the people with blue all over their faces.

To make matters worse, the turtles and Splinter dropped through a portal, joining in with the other infected people.

Donnie and Leo were once again the aggressors, coming in at April and Casey fast.

“It is time….” Donnie starts.

“to diiiiiie!” Leo completes, singing.

“You get to that creepy thing, Casey! I’ll hold them off!” April gets into a fighting stance.

Casey begrudgingly nods and rushes forward.

April does her best to distract the people, turtles, and rat that were coming towards them.

They, however, continued to sing.

“Sorry to interrupt, but we got bones to pluck! The time for chaos is long past overdue.” Mikey croons as he attacks.

April barely manages to avoid it, shoving him into one of the seats.

“Death isn't optional! In fact it’s optimal!

Your time is up and now we go through you!” Donnie sends some weaponry her way.

April dodges the projectiles as best she can until she’s grabbed from behind by Leo.

“We tried to convince you in soliloquy!”

April struggles heavily as Raph begins to leer over her.

“But now we'll kill you with more than harmony!”

“You’re not harming anyone! Or else you get it!” Casey calls out.

All the infected people turn towards her in horror. She’s holding a sharp piece of wood towards the plant.

“No!” They screech in unison.

“Do it Casey! Now!” April insists.

Casey pulls her hand back so she can stab it.

“Wait! I can give you what you want, Cassandra.” Something in her mind begs.

“Who’s saying that!?”

“It’s me, in front of you. You became infected with my spores just like the others. I have access to your mind. You don’t have to do this. You wanted to rule the world, didn’t you? I can help you!”

“Why would I ever listen to you?”

“Because it’s too late for everyone fully infected, but not too late for your friend. I can release her…..if you join me.”

“I refuse to serve something like you again!”

“No no no, you won’t serve me. You’ll rule with me. I know when I’ve met someone truly exceptional. With your help, no one will ever be able to stop us!”

Casey thinks hard about this decision until something trickles down her nose. She curses under her breath, knowing what it is.

There’s a tense air, her back is facing April.

Then, she stabs the wood deep into the plant.

The infected screech once again, writhing in pain and letting April go.

She quickly runs towards the stage in relief.

“Casey! You did it! You-!….Casey….?”

Cassandra turns around, smirking wickedly as blue drips down her arms and down to the floor from how she had stabbed the plant.

“I did. I took the next step. The only step.”

April screams in horror as the infected stop writhing in pain and start singing again instead.

“You got your silver Casey, you got your crown. You got their blood on the roses in hand.”

Casey beckons the infected, they go backstage to the costume area and come back with some props. She cheerfully, manically, twirls around with them.

“Whoa, you donned the sash and scepter, doing a dance as you crowned you queen of the land.”

[sc0tters]

The Best Favour Yet | Owen Power

summary: Kent asks Owen to help you settle in when you move to Buffalo, that favour ends up being the reason for some of your favourite memories with the love of your life.

request: yes/no

warnings: some allusions to sex.

word count: 2.1k

authors note: this request made me laugh because it literally said Owen dating Kent’s sister and all the chaos that would entail. Started writing this as a regular oneshot but I hated it so I’ve just made it a 5+1.

Kent never planned on this.

When he asked Owen to keep an eye on you once you got accepted at Buffalo State University. Kent never once let the thought of you falling for one of his best friends.

1. ❝he’s like totally harmless.❞

to PowPow 🔫: thanks for checking in with y/n I appreciate it

to y/n 👾: remember Owen is like totally harmless!

You were nervous to meet the boy, sure you had spoken to Owen in person before but it was never by yourself. Usually Kent was around for those moments as he didn’t want to let any of the guys think that they could have the chance to make a move on you.

Once they reached sophomore year you were merely just a name to them though as you were going to university in Florida.

A year of that was more than enough and you had transferred to Buffalo for your sophomore year.

But as the cold Buffalo breeze chilled your face as you clutched the sides of your jacket you began to lose hope “y/n!” Owen called out as he recognised your stature from anywhere.

Owen would never admit it but he did have the tiniest of crushes on you that he felt in his freshman year the first time he met you “hi Owen.” You smiled as you spun around to face him.

You looked up at him as he gave you a hug “I’ve got a few different restaurants in mine so whatever you-” the hockey player began to ramble as he didn’t realise that his nerves were showing.

It took you giving his hand a squeeze for him to calm down “you’re the local, I trust you Owen.” You nodded as you sent him a serious look to show that you were down for anything.

And that night you laughed so hard your stomach hurt and you even managed to make eating pizza look good because Owen looked at you like you were the only girl in the world.

2. ❝you’re a sabres fan now,❞

You had to say that you were surprised that it took Owen three weeks before he invited you to a Sabres game. Every time the game was in Buffalo you’d watch from your dorm window as fans lined the road up to the KeyBank Center.

So as you stood in the waiting area with WAGs and other members of the players friends and families you couldn’t help but wish you were back there in the comfort of your dorm.

Sure the people were nice but you weren’t one of them, you were meant to be a simple college kid “you made it!” Owens cheer pulled you out of your thoughts as he wrapped his arms around you.

The older players watched on in amusement as they pieced together why the umich alumni seemed so loved up over the past month “wouldn’t miss this for the world,” you smiled as him still having his skates on meant that you had to tilt your head up further to look at him.

He swore he was on cloud nine when he realised you were wearing the jersey that he had given you just days prior “you like the outfit?” You asked as you did a little spin so he could see your outfit in its whole.

Owen sucked at his teeth as he tried to remain calm seeing Power on your back “you’re a sabres fan now you know that right?” He teased as he had seen all of the Blue Jackets memorabilia from Kent that decorated your side of your dorm.

You shrugged as you ran your fingers through your hair “I’ve been called worse if I’m honest.” You joked causing him to let out a laugh.

A lightbulb seemed to go off above his head “you gotta meet the rest of the boys!” Owen wrapped his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you into the direction of more of his teammates.

3. ❝too good for this world,❞

On Tuesdays if you had late lectures Owen would pick you up and you’d spend the evening at his. Each time you’d take turns being head chef when it came to making meals.

This particular Tuesday it was your turn and you were making spaghetti bolognaise “Power don’t you dare!” You could see the smirk on his face as he leaned against the counter behind him.

Owen laughed as you continued to watch the pasta boil “I’m not doing anything.” He raised his hands in surrender as he pushed himself off of the counter as he walked over to you.

You scoffed as you shook your head “I can see it in your eyes that there is something up there.” You pointed to his head causing him to smile.

His hands landed on either side of you “are they telling you that I think you’re beautiful?” Owen asked letting his voice act like a gentle hum over the sound boiling pasta water.

Warmth spread over your cheeks as you tried to bury your face in his chest “I’m serious!” He laughed as his hands cupped your cheeks so he could continue to look at him.

Your tongue danced over your teeth “why me?” You let the question you had been wondering for weeks finally come out.

Owens cold thumb cooled your face as it softly rubbed circles on your cheek “because you’re perfect y/n,” the hockey player hadn’t told you about how he truly felt before.

He sighed when you shook your head “I wish you’d see that you’re too good for this world sweets.” Owen confessed as he let his head drop so that his lips barely hovered over your own.

The air around you went silent “what about dinner?” You statement had to be pushed out of your lips.

It made Owen smirk “I can be done before that pasta is ready.” He proposed as he turned the heat down a setting.

That seemed to be all you needed to carry on “let’s not waste anytime then.” You shrugged before his hand was on your jaw letting him kiss your lips.

4. ❝I’ll count to three,❞

It had been two months since you started dating Owen. Besides for your close friends nobody else knew and that was because you two didn’t know how to tell Kent.

Your brother knew you had a boyfriend because you had been in the process of soft launching your relationship on Instagram, but all of those questions were met with coy answers.

So when the long awaited day came around when the Blue Jackets were playing in Buffalo you knew you had to tell your brother.

But that morning when your mind was full of clouds as you were still half asleep you didn’t think twice when you opened the door to Owens apartment in nothing more than one of his shirts.

Kent on the other hand was shocked to see his sister stood in his friend’s apartment “where is Owen?” He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows.

That was what seemed to wake you up “oh Ken-” you stammered over your words as your eyes widened “babe who is there?” Owen called out from the kitchen.

You couldn’t rack your brain for what to say “it’s Kent!” That seemed to get the right response out of Owen as he came out to the entryway.

The Blue Jackets player really didn’t know what to do “you just called my sister babe?” Kent honestly zoned out once he heard you get that title.

Owen could see the upset look on his friends face “let’s just talk about th-” he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck “I’ll count to three because I like you.” Kent cut him off as he walked into the apartment.

You let your lips swirl in as your eyes went wide “baby?” Owen looked to you for help as Kent got to one “run and lock a door.” You proposed as your brother got to two.

Part of you watched in amusement as Owen ran to the end of the hall when Kent got to three.

5. ❝wrapped around her finger,❞

Kent loved you, truly you were his little sister that he wanted to protect in bubble wrap. So it wasn’t surprising that it took him four months to be okay with the idea of going on holiday with you and Owen.

That was until your brother was reminded of the fact that you were going to be sleeping in a bed with your boyfriend.

Quickly the relaxing holiday turned into one that he didn’t get sleep in “morning baby,” you smiled as you found your boyfriend stood in the kitchen making coffee.

Owen was quick to swipe away from you “I brushed my teeth,” you pointed out as you smelt your breath wondering if that was the problem “what if he sees?” Owen whined as he still seemed to be scared of Kent’s threats “they are both still sleeping.” You grumbled as you pouted your lips not enjoying the fact that your boyfriend was ignoring you.

That was a sight that Owen truly couldn’t say no to so he placed the coffee mug down on the counter causing you to smile “always getting what I want,” you pointed out.

Owen nodded “my baby got me wrapped around her finger for days.” He never did seem to mind admitting that you just how whipped he was.

Your hands wrapped around his waist “think you should show me that then,” you proposed as just as his lips touched yours Kent had to walk in “I do not need to be made an uncle on this trip please?” He begged as he scrunched his face in disgust even once you had pulled away from Owen.

A laugh left your lips “but wouldn’t we be such cute parents daddy?” You let the words fall out of your mouth like butter.

Both Owen and Kent’s eyes went wide. Of course your boyfriend could see the mischievous look on your face and it clearly meant you were doing this to screw with your brother “you’ve got two seconds to get your hands off of-” Kent didn’t even need to finish his sentence before Owen listened and took two steps away from you.

A frown formed on your face “you’re no fun,” you mumbled as you looked at the Sabres player.

“it’s hard to be when you’re trying to get me killed!

+ 1 ❝what’d you say?❞

The last three years had been a whirlwind, whilst you hadn’t made Kent an uncle just yet you and Owen had your fair share of pregnancy scares that you both agreed were secrets you’d take to your grave.

With each day that went by you found yourself falling deeper in love with him. You had the house, the pets, and the love so there was only really two things left on that checklist.

Bless Owen for being clueless but you spent the last three months trying to hint at the wedding ring you liked but that seemed to just fall on deaf ears.

So now you took matters into your own hands as you watched him get ready for boys night “baby,” you sang as you were sat on your bed watching him pick an outfit for tonight.

Owen continued looking through his clothes as he smiled “yes?” He asked wondering what it was that you wanted to ask him “I want to marry you.” You announced as you swung your legs against the frame of your bed.

You had truly never seen him stop what he was doing that fast before “what’d you say?” Owen looked like he had seen a ghost as he walked over to you.

It made you confused “just said I wanted to marry you.” You shrugged as you watched him lean over to his bedside table drawer as he pulled out a velvet box “was gonna ask you this weekend.” He pointed out as he revealed what looked like the ring of your dreams.

A gasp left your lips “you were?” You knew he was taking you on a mini trip to Canada so that you two could go stay in the mountains for a week as it was the start of the off season.

He nodded as he sat next to you “pretty sure I can take this as a yes then?” Owen joked as he placed a kiss to your temple seeing the tears form in your eyes.

You smiled as you let out a sniffle “don’t get it twisted I asked first!”

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The Scooby-Doo AU sounds fantastic!

I take it that in this AU, Jon is Shaggy, Robb is Fred, Sansa is Daphne, Arya is Velma and Ghost would be Scooby, right?

If you have the time and inclination, i would really like to see the story published and further developed. It would be interesting to see what "ghost" is haunting Minisa and what other adventures the group might get up to.

I've had about 2k words of this written for at least a year and a half, but cannot seem to write anything past that. I've said before on here that "period pieces" are hard for me, and I wanted to set this in the 70s. I was not alive in the 70s, I'm not super interested in it as an aesthetic (I lean more towards 90s if we're considering recent history), so I find that harder to write.

I WANT to write this so bad because I have a pretty specific scene in mind for the middle, but who knows.

You know what? I might never actually post it, but I don't mind what I've written so far, so if you want, below the cut is what I have actually written of it.

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Sansa watches mom hang the phone up with a click that sounds loud in the quiet tension of the kitchen.

“That's the third one,” Sansa says to break the silence, when mom doesn't say anything, when she just goes back to the casserole.

“We've talked about this,” mom sighs. She doesn't even look up, just starts layering more scalloped potatoes into the pan she'd started before the call came in. Sansa starts to open her mouth, but she hears the distant buzz of the washing machine and mom cuts in, “could you?”

She knows there's no use in trying to argue, so she gets off the stool and makes her way to the basement stairs and heads down.

“You know, you could get the laundry,” she tells Robb, who's lounging on the couch, idly watching The Price is Right, still in his pajamas. When Robb just shrugs, she huffs and starts to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer. “Where's Arya?”

“Out playing hockey with Rickon,” she hears him respond through a mouthful of food, and when she looks over, she sees the bag of chips on the coffee table in front of him.

Once the dryer is loaded, she grabs the next basket and starts to load it into the washer, and she carefully says, “Grandma called again.”

Behind her, she hears Robb shift. “She still seeing ghosts?”

“Mom still doesn't believe her.”

“Don't tell me you do?”

“No, of course not, but I am worried about her, which mom doesn't seem to be. I just keep thinking about her, all alone in that big house...”

“I know,” Robb sighs, finally getting off the couch and coming over to help sort the laundry with her. They're in Bran and Rickon's baskets now, and Sansa's nose crinkles up at the smells wafting out of them. “I think if dad were here, she'd probably be more open to listening to Grandma, but...”

He doesn't have to continue, Sansa knows. Dad tries not to take business trips in the summer so that mom doesn't have to handle all five of them alone, all day long, but this time he hadn't been able to get out of it. She knows mom's stressed, and Sansa's been trying to help out as much as she can, but even Rickon alone is a handful.

“What if I went?”

“You?” Robb turns to her with a frown.

“Just to check it out. Make sure it's nothing.”

“There's no way you're going down to Riverrun by yourself,” Robb laughs and Sansa feels a pang of annoyance shoot through her.

“What if someone's been breaking in? Like a burglar? Or what if it's some wild animal? We can't leave Grandma alone.”

“And what would you do against a burglar or a wild animal?”

Sansa shoots him a glare that he doesn't see because he's turned back to the laundry. She wants to remind him that women can do things. Women aren't helpless. It's the seventies, not the fifties.

(Except Sansa knows Robb wouldn't be saying any of this to Arya – because Arya isn't helpless. Sansa has never been the type of girl to stop shaving her legs or her underarms, to stop wearing a bra in protest. She never joined in to play sports when they were kids. Sansa wishes she could be more like that sometimes, but she's not. She likes pretty, soft things and Robb thinks she's weak. She probably is.)

She turns back to the laundry, finishing the sorting and piling the next load into the washer, fighting the lump in her throat at her own helplessness.

“We could all go.”

“What?”

When she looks at Robb, he's looking at her again, thoughtful. “You, me, Arya,” he says. “We could go check on Grandma, and it would give mom a bit of a break, you know? She wouldn't have to feed all five of us for a little. Less dishes, less laundry, less worrying.”

There's a relief that floods through her at the words, because she really is worried about Grandma – she's been all alone in that big mansion by the river for two years, ever since Grandpa died.

“Okay,” she smiles, closing the lid of the laundry. “Let's go.”

…

Deciding to go and actually going are two very different things, it turns out.

For one, they don't have a car.

Well, the family has two cars, actually, a luxury that Sansa often forgets is a luxury. Dad makes enough money that they can have two cars and send three kids to college while still living in their well-to-do neighborhood. But one of the cars is at the airport in long term parking where dad left it, and mom needs the other to run errands and take care of Bran and Rickon.

“We could take a train?” Sansa suggests as they sit in one of the booths of Luwin's Diner. Arya's busy working on a double fudge sundae, Robb's finishing up his fries, and Sansa takes another sip of her strawberry milkshake.

“I don't think a train goes anywhere near Grandma's house. The closest stop would probably be in Red Fork, and then we'd still have no way of getting to Riverrun.”

“Sans, doesn't your boyfriend have a car we could borrow? Isn't his dad a car salesman?”

Sansa feels her cheeks flush with heat and she shakes her head. “Harry and I broke up at the end of the semester,” she says like it doesn't bother her. Like she hadn't walked in on him naked, in bed, with a girl from his Literature class.

“Bummer,” Arya says, though Sansa knows it's because of the car thing and not actually Harry. The one time they'd met, Arya had not liked Harry. But then again, Arya's never liked any of Sansa's boyfriends, and she’s usually, annoyingly, right.

Robb's been silent for a while, he's staring out the window and Sansa turns to see what he's looking at. Across the street is a pizza shop and an auto body.

“I'll be right back,” Robb says, a slight frown on his face, a line between his brows. He gets up and leaves the diner, crossing the street towards the auto body. Mance's Auto, the sign reads.

“Where's he going?”

Arya leans over to watch Robb with her own frown. “Is that Jon's van?”

“Jon who?”

Arya sighs and points at a teal blue Volkswagen van that's parked in the alley between Mance's Auto and the pizza shop, so far back that Sansa hadn't even seen it at first. “Jon Snow.”

Memories slam back into Sansa's body, looking at that van. Of Robb and Jon and Theon driving off in it, mom's disapproving frown every time they did. Of that van parked on the street outside their house, the smell of pot drifting up from the basement whenever mom and dad weren't home. Of the one and only time she'd ever been inside it – Joffrey's letterman jacket lying in the back seat, abandoned, while Jon's leather one sat heavy and warm over her shoulders. Her eyes red and puffy, her nose still running. That endless silence as he drove her home.

She hasn't seen Jon in years.

“I didn't think they were friends anymore?” is all she manages to say as Robb disappears inside the auto body.

“Beats me.” There's a pause, and Sansa can feel Arya's energy shift into something mischievous. “C'mon, let's go see.”

With that, Arya slides out of the booth and Sansa stares after her in shock. “Arya!” she hisses, but Arya is already halfway out the door and Sansa quickly grabs her purse to follow. As she gets out of the booth, she digs around and manages to find a few bills that she drops on the table and hopes is enough. If not, Mr. Luwin knows they're good for it.

She follows Arya outside and across the street, but Arya doesn't go into the shop, she goes around the side alley, to the van. To Sansa's surprise, Robb and Jon are already there.

It really has been years since she last saw Jon, not since the summer after Robb's high school graduation. Jon looks different now – he's always had long hair, but now it's tied back out of his face and he's grown a beard and his hands are covered in grease or oil, she can't tell. There's a rag that hangs from one of the belt loops of his jeans and Jon is busy using it to wipe his hands, though Sansa thinks the effort is wasted, since the rag seems to be just as covered in grease as his hands are.

He and Robb look like they're arguing, but Jon's mouth snaps shut when he sees her and Arya at the opening of the alleyway between the auto body and the pizza shop. It's also then that Sansa notices a white dog leashed to a bit of fencing, with a bowl of water and food near it.

“Hey Jon,” Arya greets, looking between him and Robb. “It's been a while.”

“Arya,” Jon nods at her and then his eyes slide over to Sansa. “Sansa.”

“Hi Jon,” she gives him a little wave, unsure what else to do. There's a weird tension in the alley that she can't figure out.

“Does Jon have a car he can lend us?” Arya asks, and from the way Jon sighs, Sansa can tell this was the conversation he and Robb were already having.

“Jon says his boss wouldn't lend us a car,” Robb says with a frown. “And he won't let us borrow his van.”

“Robb,” Sansa hears herself say, and she almost winces at the scolding tone. She sounds a lot like their mother.

“What?” Robb asks with wide eyes. “We wouldn't need it for too long! And his mom doesn't live that far, he could walk to work no problem.”

“Do you still have that beanbag in the back?” Arya asks, moving towards the side of Jon's van. “I used to love that thing.”

Sansa watches as Arya takes hold of the handle and Jon opens his mouth in protest, but he's too late. Arya pulls open the door and instead of a beanbag chair that Sansa doesn't remember ever seeing (though again, she'd only been in the van once, and she hadn't been paying much attention to the interior), there's a lumpy twin mattress stuffed into the back, rumpled sheets piled haphazardly on it, trash bags of what looks like clothes on the seats in front of it.

Arya stares at it in confusion, until Jon moves forward and shuts the door, the slam of it echoing through the alleyway.

“Your mom kick you out again?” Robb asks, voice low, and Sansa wishes desperately that she and Arya had never followed. She feels like she shouldn't be hearing this. “You know you can always crash-”

“It's fine,” Jon starts wiping at his hands again with the rag. It's useless. He's just making it worse. “If you need the van to help your grandma, you can take it.”

“Where will you live?” Robb asks with a scowl. Arya still looks a bit shocked at the revelation.

“I dunno, maybe I'll go apologize and see if mom will let me back in.”

“Was the fight your fault?”

Jon shrugs and it only deepens Robb's frown.

“You could come with us?”

All three of them turn to look at her, and Sansa wonders where that even came from. The words simply flew out of her mouth before she realized what she was saying.

“That's a great idea!” Arya's confusion clears and is replaced with excitement. “C'mon Jon, this roadtrip will be loads more fun if you're along and I'm not stuck with these two dorks.”

Sansa watches Jon hesitate, looking between his van and Robb, then the back entrance to Mance's Auto. “I guess Mance has been on me to take some time off,” he hedges. “Ghost would have to come, too.”

“Perfect,” Arya grins.

…

Jon's van smells vaguely of pot and dog, but it's not as bad as Sansa thought it would be. Definitely not as bad as she was expecting a van that someone was living out of to smell like. With the windows rolled down, both smells disappear fairly quickly anyway.

They set off three days later, after finally convincing mom to let them go (even though they're all in college and legal adults, it was still a fight), and after Jon had gotten approval to take two weeks off work. When they finally set out, she notices that Jon has cleared out the van a bit – she has no idea where the mattress went, but it's gone and replaced by the beanbag that Arya loves so much. Jon and Robb sit in the front seats and Sansa sits in the middle row with Ghost at her feet while Arya sits in the back on that beanbag and messes around with the rest of Jon's stuff.

“You're going to break that,” Sansa whispers at her over the back of her seat as she watches Arya open a portable record player and start fiddling with it. Up front, Jon and Robb are talking in low voices, she thinks about Jon's mom, and so she tries not to listen in because it's none of her business.

Nothing about Jon is her business.