#thomas bordeleau x reader

[ringanon]

My Girl | Thomas Bordeleau

Pairing: Thomas Bordeleau x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, suggestive smut, couple swear words

Word Count: 943

Summary: Based on a concept/conversation with @lukeevangelista . you go to one of Thomas' games and catch the attention of some of the rookies

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He knew. He pretended like he didn't, but he knew. Thomas was more than well aware that bringing a girlfriend as attractive as his in front of a bunch of single rookies was a risk. It was a risk he was willing to take, though. Thomas didn't get a chance to show you off a lot, and by God, was he taking the opportunity tonight.

There was something about watching you cheer for him that made him perform better. Knowing that you were doing so with his last name across your shoulder blades drove him wild; knowing that all of his teammates saw you behind Reimer during the second period ignited a fire in his stomach and an eruption in his chest that led him to a hat trick that night. He knew his girl was watching, he could hear some of the rookies talking about it on the bench.

One of them, whose name he had yet to learn, yelled out, "it's a shame that girl over there is wearing Bordy's sweater, otherwise I'd think I had a chance."

Another one leaned over, "She with you Bordy?"

"Yeah she is, actually. That's my girl, Y/N." Thomas didn't look away from the game. He tried to keep his tone firm and even. He wanted to convince the kid sitting next to him that he hadn't been waiting to shout it from the rooftops since they saw him throw you a puck during warmups.

He had walked into the locker room after the game. By the time he had finished talking to you, most of his teammates had left. It left him and a group of three rookies. He tried to not evesdrop onto the conversation happening a few stalls down.

"...fine as fuck."

"Do I want to know?" Thomas didn't need to ask, he knew who they were talking about.

"No." The rookie was quick to brush him off, turning a deep shade of maroon, and clamping his hand over his knee until his knuckles turned a pale white.

Thomas paused, looking between the huddle of boys, "That's what I thought."

He tore off his clothes, thinking about the way your fingers would feel against his skin later tonight. He buttoned up his shirt. Thomas laughed when he did the last few buttons, knowing that it would be off too soon to really be worth buttoning it now.

"I'm surprised your girl didn't come in with you, Bordy." The same voice from the opposite end of the row of stalls caught him off guard.

"And why is that?" He sat down at his stall to put on his shoes, "Is this an excuse for you guys to gawk at her?"

"No-" they were quick to defend themselves, knowing they had been caught.

Thomas shot a text message to you, asking you to come into the locker room, they got to gawk at a sight to behold, and he got to dig his nails into the brains of those rookies. He wanted them to remember you were all his. A few minutes later, the door creaked open, you peeked your head in, frantically looking around the room to make sure that no one was changing and that, in fact, Thomas was still in there. You made eye contact with him and smiled. Thomas leaned back in his seat and opened his arms. The way you smiled made him forget that you were being oogled over a couple seats down. His hand met your thigh to pull you closer to him, giving his other hand a change to curl around your hip. He rested his other hand on your back, holding you there to press a kiss to your stomach through your jersey. He had to consciously hold his head together when your fingers found his hair, running them through his damp curls, "Hi pretty girl."

You whispered out your response, "I know they've been gawking at me the whole game, I know this is you marking your territory."

He pulled away to look up at you, "I'm not an idiot, Thomas."

You smiled, moving your hand to grab his cheek in your palm. You leaned down to kiss him and suddenly everything melted away. He pulled you down to straddle his lap, running his hands over your back, slipping a hand into one of the back pockets of your jeans to pull you closer to him. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, "I'm glad you came today."

"And it totally isn't to brag to all of your teammates." You smiled, sitting up and wrapping your arms around him. You let him rest his head on your chest.

"Nope not at all, although I think it's working." You looked over your shoulder and the group of rookies all looked away to avoid eye contact with you, pretending they were deep in conversation.

"It's 100 percent working, Thom." There was a long pause, Thomas listened to your heartbeat while you just enjoyed the chance to have him this close to you, "Are you ready? I have plans I need to attend to."

Thomas snapped his head to look up to you, "What plans?"

You sighed, reaching behind you to grab his hand. You slid it up your jersey, letting him feel the lace that clad your skin. His eyes glittered when he looked up at you, "It's a new one, black, you haven't seen it yet."

He grabbed his backpack off the floor, and stood up. You yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist and clutching his shoulders to hold yourself up. The door slammed behind him, which made all the rookies jump. They sat and waited until you two were well down the hallway to continue their conversation.

-💍

This has been sitting in my drafts for FOREVER, yall can have it now.

[thatsdemko]

punishment - t. bordeleau

masterlist

requested: n

pairings: Thomas bordeleau x fem!athlete!reader

warnings: nsfw + mentions of Ohio state + swearing + shower sex + mentions of oral + mentions of nudity + not intended for minors

a/n: I can never write something soft or fluff about this man he just turns me on. this is my first time writing shower sex so beware!

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

he’s never seen you like this during a match. every game he’s ever been to of yours, you always kept your composure and played a good game. you were the good guy on the field, but not today.

he watched you run down the field practically chasing down the girl who nearly slashed your wrist in half with her lacrosse stick. there was words exchanges after the girls first warning, but Thomas couldn’t make out what was being said. he could tell whatever it was pushed the right buttons.

anxiously sitting on the edge of the bleachers, he was biting his nails just hoping you wouldn’t do anything to result in a suspension. he just wanted your team to beat ohio state and you wouldn’t have to play them any other time this season. but he knew how it went against rivaled schools, the tension and stakes were always high.

he watched your lacrosse stick tap hers, legally, the ball fell out of the pocket and you were right there to scoop it up. attempting to head down the field, you felt a foot catch yours and down you fell. the whistle immediately was blown and you looked up to see her hovering over you with a smirk.

“that’s what you get, bitch.” she spat at you before walking away and the refs ejected her immediately. the trainer came running over to your aide to test your ankle. you looked over into the stands to see Thomas just staring at you. you couldn’t make out a single emotion on his face.

“you going to be okay?” you were asked by one of your teammates before you decided to stand up and test out your ankle. deciding you were fine the trainer left and you continued playing. Thomas just shook his head before noticing the clock at five minutes left and Michigan was leading by one goal. anything could happen in lacrosse.

his eyes stayed on the clock unable to watch you. he couldn’t bare to see you limping across the field, but he could hear the Ohio state girl throwing a tantrum on the sideline. he just was praying that with each second that ticked you didn’t crack under pressure and start a brawl that you couldn’t handle.

three minutes remained and Thomas was trying to occupy himself with his phone, but he kept looking up to see you cradling the ball deciding to take the shot or make the pass. deciding to go for it, he watched you fake out the defense causing the perfect split and your shot to go right between them and past the goalies shoulder.

he could relax watching you drop your stick to celebrate. there was only two minutes left, but he knew you had the game under your belt. he wasn’t concerned. and by the final whistle michigan successfully beat Ohio state and you could go home peacefully.

after the game was finished, you met Thomas at the fence with your things, “I thought we talked about that I’m supposed to be the bad guy on the ice and you’re supposed to just be the pretty goal scorer?” he raised an eyebrow taking your things from you before planting a kiss on your lips.

“well sometimes girls can be rude and you have to put them in their place.” you handed him your lacrosse bag and he gladly took it following him to his car to go to his place.

“your ankle okay? could hardly watch you run those last five minutes.” he noticed the little limp in your step and you were couple paces behind him, but it wasn’t anything too serious. you had to finish the game was what ran through your mind. even if it was broken, you were going to play the cards.

you rolled your eyes, “my ankle is fine, don’t worry about me.” you got into the passenger seat, immediately, sighing in relief that you could take pressure off your ankle. so yes, it did hurt but you weren’t going to tell him.

“well I worry about you because I’ve never seen you that mad before unless it’s with me.” he gestured to the swollen part of your ankle, and you looked down to see the size difference of them both. you couldn’t say anything, but just watch him put the car and drive and you were off to his place.

it was silent for awhile in the car. just the music that was softly playing in the background and the hum of the car. neither one of you spoke until you pulled up to the house, and Thomas put the car in park. “So what did she say to you that pissed you off?”

getting out of the car, he grabbed your things and then made his way to help you, safely, get out without causing any sharp pain to your ankle. “just some fucking dumb shit you know how it is.”

he laughed at your choice of language. you hardly ever swore unless it was during sex. “since when did you start using such harsh language? you kiss me with that mouth?”

you smirked up at him, “you want me to kiss you with this mouth?” you watched him lick his lips shaking his head. he couldn’t stand you right now. it was all too funny to him. the words coming out of your mouth sounded like a joke.

“I want to wash your mouth with soap.”

rolling your eyes, you turned to make your way up to his bathroom to take a shower and hopefully blow of the steam of the game. it was brutal from the start and you were ready to leave it behind.

Thomas wasn’t too far behind you, he made sure you didn’t stumble up the stairs or do anything more to your ankle. but he also had every plan to join you in that shower. he couldn’t stand the pouty mouth and just wanted to wash all that away.

“joining me?” you asked before closing the door. he slipped inside the bathroom locking it behind you both before going to run the water.

finally being warm enough he let the water fall closing the curtain before removing his shirt. you did the same. removing all of your sweaty clothes that stuck to your body, you finally felt free from the game. you stepped inside the shower letting the warm water touch your body allowing all of your muscles and joints to relax.

you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your naked body. it felt comforting to feel his skin against yours. “I love you, mon anour, but you’ve been a real bad girl today.”

smiling to yourself, you closed your eyes, “what are you going to do, thom? what’s my punishment?”

his hands traveled up your body until they got to your breasts. squeezing them gently you turned around opening your eyes to face him, “I think it’s safe to assume you know your punishment.” his lips connected with yours. his wet body was slippery against yours, it made it impossible to feel connected to him.

he pushed your body against the wall, your head hit the tile as his lips trailed down your body. he pushed your thighs open so you were practically doing a wall sit, and his tongue found his way into your folds. it didn’t take long for him to find your clit hearing a shaky gasp come for you tugging on his wet hair.

his tongue danced around in circles, every inch of you was covered in chills despite the warmth of the water around you. your legs shaking unsure how much longer you could handle the position and his tongue.

“thom, please.” you begged looking down at him, he pulled himself away finally and you tried to stand up right, but you were unable to, leaving you in a bent position, and it gave him all the right ideas.

his hands grabbed your hips, you felt him inserting himself into you. you couldn’t find a single thing to hold onto as he started going slow but quickly picked up the pace. your hands searched for anything, but the shampoo and conditioner bottles fell and the soap bar was useless. you had to deal with your body being thrown around. this was certainly your punishment.

Thomas let go of your body when he noticed you were starting to fall to the ground of the shower. he bent down caressing your cheek to turn your face to look at his cock, “this is what you get for those words.” next thing you knew your mouth was met with his cum leaving a satisfied look on his face.

finally finished he moved your body out from under the water and began to clean you up with soap bar that was on the ground.

he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, “feeling okay?” he asked but you could barely move a muscle. that’s how he knew his job was done.

“just shut up and clean me up.”

[bordysbae]

12. “why do you hate me?” “you think i hate you?” with Bordy! Maybe it’s Brendan’s twin sister where she thinks all this time they have known each other that thomas hates her… but it’s the furthest from the truth :)

“frenemies”

thomas bordeleau x brisson!sister 

🦋 BORDYSBAE’S 500 CELLY!

— ୨୧ —

when you first met thomas, your life flipped. your twin, brendan, has never let you hang out with his friends no matter how old you both were. but when brendan brought thomas home with him for the summer, you fell hard. and now that you’re both in college, brendan finally lets you talk to his friends more, and you weren’t gonna lose this chance with thomas. at first you thought he felt the same, seeing as he was so much nicer to you than all of brendan’s other friends, but you were wrong. he gradually began giving you more and more attitude, and acting as if he’s an older brother to you. him and brendan gang up on you a lot, unlike before when he used to defend you.

“hey thom, you want anything for lunch? i’m going to the store,” you say as you grab your keys.

“nope,” he says as he doesn’t even give you a glance up from his phone screen. you roll your eyes and shut the door, going outside to your car. as you’re walking down the driveway, you notice a boy around your age that you’ve never seen before walking through the neighborhood. you both look at each other with a smile, “hey! are you new here? i’ve never seen you around,” you say as you trot down to the end of the driveway.

he comes closer to you, “yeah i am! my parents moved while i was away at college. i’m assuming you live here?”

“yep! born n raised in this house. where do you go to college?”

“i go to university of connecticut, are you in college?” he asks

“yeah i am! i go to ut austin! and my twin brother goes to university of michigan,” you smile. you and the boy, who you’ve learned to be named connor, do a bit of quickly talking but not before thomas comes rushing out of the house. you immediately turn around to face him, “thomas?”

“um can you actually get me some food?” he asks you. you groan and nod your head before turning back to connor who looks confused.

“is this your twin brother?” he asks, making thomas laugh.

“no this is his best friend, thomas,”

“yeah and her boyfriend, so cya!” thomas says, and your mouth falls to the floor. he just called himself your what? you’re still in shock but connor gets on with his walk, and you quickly turn to thomas and hit his shoulder.

“what the actual fuck thomas! why do you hate me so much that you can’t even let me have one thing?!”

thomas then let’s out a little scoff, “you think i hate you? are you stupid? i like you y/n! i’m mean to you because brendan would literally kill me if he knew. so i thought ‘hey maybe if she hates me i can get over her!’ but guess who was wrong.”

“thomas…”

“fuck i did not just tell you that,” he chuckles nervously meanwhile running a hand through his hair.

“i like you too dumbass, and who cares what brendan thinks? i’ve had enough of his stupid rules,” you roll your eyes, making thomas chuckle.

“oh yeah?” he says as he pushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“mhm,” you say as you connect your lips with his, melting into his touch.

[cobrakaisb]

team baby

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be my baby

the babysitter’s club

baby, meet my parents

baby’s first birthday

congrats baby

happy holidays

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[hughescluez]

hi!! can I request 21 & 24 from your prompt list with bordy? thank you!

hi there hun ! thank you for requesting <3

21. “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

24. “don’t you dare walk away from this.”

word count: 987

you sigh softly, swirling the drink that is still in your solo cup. to put it lightly, the party was boring. normally, you can tolerate them because you always go along with thomas, but today was different.

thomas and you got into a small argument before heading over, so you both showed up to the party alone, which sparked a flood of questions and confusion from the other boys.

thomas was aware that you needed space after an argument, especially given the intensity of the one you two had just an hour prior to the party. he was aware that the least he could do was refrain from pissing you off further, but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and watching your every move from a distance.

thomas rolls his eyes as brendan claps his back again, questioning him on why he hasn’t gone up to you yet.

“do you ever stop being annoying—or does it just run in your bloodstream?”

brendan scoffs at his best friends response, “i’ll stop being annoying once you learn how to be less adamant.”

thomas was well aware that brendan was right, but he would never give him the satisfaction of being right. as much as he wanted to reach out to you, he didn’t know if the moment was right. he wasn't sure if you wanted to speak with him at the moment so his feet stayed glued to the same spot.

“oh c’mon, just go talk to her instead of watching her like a hawk.”

he gives brendan a glare before nudging him off, returning his gaze back to you only to see that this time you were looking right back at him making his heart skip a beat. although, the moment was cut short as some frat cuts in to introduce himself.

you plaster on a fake smile as the boy introduces himself. you were not a fan of mingling around with strangers. as the conversation grows, you became more open and suddenly for a bit, you forgot that you were at a party.

thomas, on the other hand, was filled with rage, watching the interaction with hard eyes as he takes another swig out of his beer.

“who the fuck is y/n talking to?” matty asks as he joins the spot beside thomas as they both watch you laugh at another dumb joke he probably made.

“how the fuck am i supposed to know.”

“don’t you wanna— i don’t know maybe go talk to her now?”

“no.”

“i think you shou��� “i said no.”

matty shakes his head, rolling his eyes at thomas’ ego that sometimes seems to shine out brighter than other days.

“well, shes leaving now so i gue—”

before matty could finish his sentence, thomas is already rushing over to where you were now standing with the so-called frats’ jacket draped around your shoulder.

“hey thomas?” you say but it comes out more as a question.

“who’s the guy?”

he completely dodged what you said as he shoots daggers at the boy standing just a couple of steps away from him.

“this is chad, chad this is thomas.”

you can see thomas snort at his name, as chad reaches out to shake his hand. he keeps his arms wrapped around himself, still keeping his gaze fixed on the boy.

chad coughs awkwardly as he clears his throat, “anyways, i think me and y/n are heading out so we’ll catch you later man.”

“no the fuck she’s not, she’s coming with me right now. let’s go y/n i need to talk to you.” he grabs the jacket off your shoulder, throwing it back at chad.

before you could protest; thomas is already grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the scene. you were annoyed, to say the least. he ignored you the whole party but now decides to make an appearance.

“what the fuck was that thomas?” you seethe as he shuts the door behind him.

“you’re asking me that question! what the fuck were you doing?”

“talking to someone that actually acknowledged me throughout the night unlike you so tell me thomas, who’s the bad guy here?”

he watches, as you angrily tuck your hair behind your ear; watching him with a glare waiting for him to respond to your question.

“i don’t want you talking to that guy ever again.”

that’s it? that’s all he had to say to your question. thomas was a man of very few words. you figured that out when you first became friends with him and you loved that about him but at the moment it was infuriating you.

“you know what— i’m not doing this right now.”

you turn around reaching for the door but thomas is quick to grab your hand, spinning you around to face him.

“don’t you dare walk away from this.”

you watch his eyes; trying to read his emotions but they were clouded with a mixture of stuff. you had never seen him like this.

“what else do you want me to do? i need answers thomas. you can’t just be my frie— “we are not just friends and you fucking know it.”

you feel your heart beginning to race as all of the emotions began rushing through your mind. he wasn’t wrong, for the first time the feelings that you’ve been keeping buried deep down inside of you began to pile out.

“and i know you feel it too— whatever i’m feeling i just need you to tell me that you do.”

you didn’t know that to say, so all you could do is just throw yourself in his arms and he’s quick to react as he pulls you close to him placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“i do feel it thom, just as much.”

his jaw unclenches as he continues to hold you tighter, as your words bring him a sense of relief.

[rowdyhughesy]

hey! I hope whatever is stressing you out is over soon <3 can I ask for a blurb with thomas bordy? inspired by "All Of The Girls You Loved Before" as a friend to lovers?

The fine line - Thomas Bordeleau

All of the girls you loved before (Ooh) Made you the one I've fallen for. Every dead-end street led you straight to me. Now you're all I need, I'm so thankful for all of the girls you loved before. But I love you more.

In every romance book, show and movie you’ve ever seen in your life it’s always the girl showing up at her best friends doorstep. Sad and heartbroken because yet another relationship didn’t work out.

Red rimmed eyes, tear tracks on their cheeks and stuffy nose from crying.

But not this time. Now it’s Thomas is standing in the middle of your dorm room, hair tousled and a lost puppy look in his brown eyes.

‘C’mere.’ Lifting the blanket from your body you pat the empty space beside you. Thomas doesn’t hesitate to kick off his shoes and slide into your embrace. Nuzzling close to your body the blonde strands of hair tickles your nose and plump lips graze the skin of your neck.

‘They don’t deserve you ya know? Those girls.’ Thomas lifts his head from its spot on your shoulder, brows furrowed and clear confusion written over his face. ‘What do you mean Y/N?’

Biting your lip anxiously you think over what you’re gonna say. Because let’s face it. This is Thomas Bordeleau, one of your best friends and he’s here in your bed sad about some girl. Well they’ve went on two dates so no big deal but it feels like you’re dancing on a line. A very fine line.

‘I mean that I’m in love with you. Like really fucking in love with you. You’re so amazing and I know this isn’t the time but I just need you t-‘ The words die on your tongue as Thomas leans forward and his lips slot together with yours.

It feels like hours before you break the kiss. All panting breaths and flushed cheeks. Love sick eyes and a pink haze enveloping you both.

‘I’m happy nothing ever worked out with anyone else because it lead me here to you, all roads lead to Rome or whatever. This time it was just every road leading me to you.’

[snugglebug-92]

Can I get the prompts “don’t leave any marks” and “seriously when are you never horny?” For thomas Bordeleau please 🙃

PG-13 (Some sexual situations and hinting)

You were cuddled into Thomas' side while he watched a hockey game. You hadn't got a lot of alone time with him lately and you wanted nothing more than to jump his bones. You decided you were just going to do it and you went for it. You straddled his hips and started sucking on the skin below his jawline.

"Baby," he moans leaning to give you more access. You pull away before slipping your hand under his sweatshirt. You go back to attacking his neck before he pushes you away.

"Did I do something wrong?" you question confused at his sudden movement.

"Just don't leave any marks," he says. You quirk your eyebrow at him wondering why he doesn't want hickeys all of a sudden.

"Tomorrow is picture day. I don't think they'd be very happy if I showed up with a bunch of hickeys. But I promise as soon as I get home tomorrow you can give me as many as you want wherever you want," he cups your cheek before pressing a kiss to your lips.

Picture day comes and goes which allows you to cover your boyfriend in hickeys and other marks. You wake up the next morning and see the damage you did. You can't help but clench your thighs together at the mess on his back. He rolls over so he's on his side and wraps his arm around your waist.

"Good morning," he smiles. You kiss him hoping he gets the hint because his morning voice only turned you on more.

"Hi," you grin.

"Oh baby," he laughs.

"Please," you plead.

"Seriously when are you never horny?"

"I meant have you seen yourself? Can you blame me?" you question as he straddles you.

"Well what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help you out then," he responds and you continue where you left off last night.

[astars-things]

Hi! Could you write "I-I just felt a kick, quick!“ with Bords please?

Thank you 🤍

Pairing Dad!thomas Bordeleau x Mom!reader

When Bords and i found out we were having a baby we were over the moon in joy, we were young yes but we have been dating since senior year of highschool

i was stood in the kitchen wearing bords USA hockey hoodie and some of his sweat pants

While i was making toast i felt a flutter feeling in my lower stomach i placed my hand gently on my small baby bump

I felt a slightly more powerful feeling "Babe" i yelled, i was stood in place not knowing what to do "bub what's wrong" bords said concerned as i had tears well in my eyes

"I-I just felt a kick, quick!" I said grabbing bords hand and placed it on the bump

"Oh my-" he let out soon dropping to his knees and lifting up the hoodie to place light kisses on my stomach

[fear-of-flyers]

strawberry wine

tracklist

<<play last current song play next>>

featured lyric(s): "strawberry wine and all the time we used to have. those things i miss but know are never coming back."

parental advisory: underaged drinking/smoking

it was bound to happen eventually. you frequented the same spaces, had overlaps in your friend groups and loved to be surrounded by people too much to avoid each other for too long. it was only natural that you would run into thomas again, for the first time since you broke up, at a party. you saw him from across the room; he was standing with his teammates and you were getting yourself a white claw. it was at that moment you were immensely grateful that the relationship ended on good terms. you locked eyes and smiled in acknowledgement as he nodded slightly to say hello. that was it in the moment, you were pulled away by your friends to dance and get a little drunk and he did whatever he was doing before.

you found him again a couple of hours later when your friend dragged you over to the pong table that was set up in a corner. she wanted to play (and flirt) with owen but didn’t want to go alone so you stood off to the side and watched. a couple of minutes into the game (it was going poorly, the flirting was going well) you felt someone stand beside you and turned to find thomas leaning against the wall. “hey,” you said, turning slightly away from the game to face him. “long time no see.” he replied. you nodded, unsure of what to say next. “how have you been?” he asked. “honestly really good,” you replied. “i definitely miss hanging out with you but everything else is going well. classes are good, i got the internship i applied for and my mom is coming down to visit in 2 weeks.” thomas smiled, “i’m really happy you’re happy.” he replied before asking: “do you wanna go outside for a little bit?” you nodded and agreed to meet him on the back deck after you checked in with your friend and grabbed a drink for each of you.

when you finally made it outside, thomas was sitting on a chair in the corner, a blunt in his hand. you smiled when you saw it, memories flooding through your mind. “what are you smiling about?” thomas called from across the deck, snapping you back to the present. “that time you showed up at my door high out of your mind.” you said, laughing as you handed him his drink and sat down. “you wanted me to make you brownies so bad it was hilarious.” thomas laughed with you. “oh yeah, i dragged you back to the house and sat on the counter as you made them.” you nodded, “and you didn’t shut up all night about how you remembered to leave the eggs and butter out. you told everyone who walked in.” thomas laughed. “it was something to be proud of!” he defended, “you can’t say i’m wrong.” you raised your hands in defeat “yeah, you’re right. it definitely was something to be proud of.” the two of you then sat in silence for a little while, sipping your drinks and watching the people around you.  

[lvrhughes]

You Reek of Jealousy | T. Bordeleau

word count: 0.6k

pairing: Thomas Bordeleau x f!reader

summary: Out on bad date, Thomas is there to whisk you away, taking place of your date.

warnings: none:)

requested: no

not my gif!

“You reek of jealousy.” 

“I do not.”

A subtle laugh fell past his friends lips, everyone in the room could see the jealousy clouded Thomas, yet you didn’t seem to notice or if you did, you didn’t show. 

“Go talk to her! She’s your best friend, just tell her that Jake's not right for her.”

Sighing, Thomas weighed his options, telling you to get away from your date or suffer in silence. Slowly he got up, sauntering his way towards you and Jake. 

You saw him walking over, his slow walk almost mocking you. To say you were having a good time would be the lie of the century, Jake was an egotistical asshole, in simple terms. All he talked about was his trip to Cabo, his car, and how he’d love to go to bed with you. 

You silently thanked the gods when Thomas began walking over, saving you from the horrible date. 

“Hey, I hope you don’t mind, I'm just going to steal her.”

Jake had no time to reply before you took Thomas’ hand and ran away. Once you deemed you were far enough away, you pulled him into a hug, resting your head against his chest. Of course the two of you now were in the middle of the dance floor of the trashy club Jake had insisted on, so Thomas deemed fitting to slightly sway with you. 

“Thank you.” you murmured into his chest.

“Your welcome.” he answered back, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. 

Thomas was always affectionate, and you loved that about him. The gentle kisses, the tight hugs, everything. His touch sent fire across your skin, leaving you craving more every time, but you’d never tell him that. 

“You know, I saw you glaring at Jake the entire night.” you teased when you pulled your head from off his chest. 

A pink flush covered thomas’ cheeks, but that could easily be played off as the lighting in the club. 

“He wasn't right for you.”

“Oh I know, he was so bad. He wouldn't shut up about his trip to cabo and how we should go to his hotel for the night.” you laughed, seeing the growing look of jealousy on Thomas’ face. 

“I’d never get in bed with him, don’t worry.” Those words seemed to calm him a bit, loosening the grip on your waist that had gotten tighter over the complaints about your date. 

“You know, he was right. You reek of jealousy.” 

“I do not, don’t you start this.” he rolled his eyes, making you laugh. 

Your head fell to his chest again, swaying gently with him. The music was soft, fitting the mood entirely. His arms were wrapped around your waist, your arms around his neck. 

“Y/n/n?” His voice was quiet, soft.

“Hmm?” you hummed back, still leaning against him.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

His words took you by surprise, making you pull away from his chest, staring into his eyes. When you didn’t say anything dread filled him. 

“Fuck I’m sorry, pretend i didn’t say anything.”

“No.”

“No?”

His confused look made you want to burst out laughing, and it took a lot for you not to, not being able to hide the smile on your face. 

“I think,” you started, seeing the wheels turning in his head lifting a smile onto his face, “I’m in love with you too.”

He wasted no time, picking you up and spinning, loving the sound of the giggles that escaped your lips. The second he put you down, he was pushing his lips against yours. Melting into him, you two fit like puzzle pieces. 

“I’ve wanted to do that for years.” he mumbled against your lips when you pulled away to breathe, right before pulling you in for another kiss. 

A few, many, more kisses later you’d gotten him away enough to get him to agree to head home. 

Needless to say, it was a goodnight, and you’d gotten a boyfriend out of a shitty date.

[hockeyandhrsepwr]

Got a plan for you

Random thought I had while listening to the song Dont you worry child By Swedish house mafia - the lyrics used are bolded (I’m supposed to be finishing an assignment, so I wrote this in like 15 minutes but enjoy:) )

pair: Thomas Bordeleau x reader

You & Thomas are in Montreal visiting his family, and he’s been showing you all of the places he caused chaos as a child. Today, youre taking his parents car somewhere, but you dont know anything other than he told you to wear comfy clothes.

You pull into a parking lot next to a lake and hop out. Its a pretty easy walk, he tells you, but I’ve something I want to show you. The two of you start out, chatting as you walk around. You cut through the forest on a little path that opens out onto a smaller lake, the most gorgeous shade of blue. He pulls you forwards, towards a little patch of flowers. He stands behind you, arms around your waist as you stare at the sight in front of you.

“Its beautiful” you breath out, afraid to talk too loud & disturb the silence. “Not as beautiful as you” he whispers in you ear, sending shivers down your spine. Four years together & he still makes you feel like a giddy teenager.

“Its beautiful” you breath out, afraid to talk too loud & disturb the silence. “Not as beautiful as you” he whispers in you ear, sending shivers down your spine. Four years together & he still makes you feel like a giddy teenager.

“Its beautiful” you breath out, afraid to talk too loud & disturb the silence. “Not as beautiful as you” he whispers in you ear, sending shivers down your spine. Four years together & he still makes you feel like a giddy teenager.

“You know, up on that hill across the blue lake” he points his finger just ahead of you but slightly to the left, “Thats where I had my first heartbreak” Youre a little confused as to why he’s bringing this up, but let him keep going. “She was my first serious girlfriend and I was 15, trying to decide whether or not to to got to the program or play in the Q. I was pretty set on the program, and she told me we could try long distance. Then, one day out of the blue we were over there & she told me that she couldn’t do it & we were done. I thought she was my great love, and I still remember how it all changed. I went home so upset, ready to stay here & play so we could stay together and my father said, dont you worry, child. Heavens got a plan for you. I didnt think it then but he was absolutely right”

He removes his arms and you turn around to see him getting down on one knee. “If I’d stayed here, I never would have met you, and I know that was heavens plan. There’s no one who can compare to you, and youre the one for me. Will you make me the happiest man alive & marry me?” He stares up at you, a soft expression on his face and a hopeful smile.

Tears are streaming down your face as you nod. “Yes! I love you so much.”

[thatsdemko]

ice and spice - t.bordeleau

masterlist

requested: y

pairing: thomas bordeleau x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + mentions of oral +not intended for minors!

a/n: this has absolutely zero correlation to my last thomas imagine! I tried to leave out major engrossing details! I also somewhat did not follow the prompt given to me… that’s on me y’all! I don’t really like how this ends and this truly challenged my writing because I’m typically not into smut. my apologies are given if this is not in perfect detail.

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the tweet lit up on your phone that afternoon when you saw Thomas’ name in the congratulatory AHL all star post from the San Jose barracuda’s. without even a thought in your mind you immediately texted Thomas, my place 8pm ;). the adrenaline hit through your body and you immediately started getting ready.

there was no doubt in your mind Thomas would be early. he was always one to take an appetizer before the main meal, which meant the finale had to be much more filling and you had to impress your boyfriend—although all it took was for you to moan his name and dig your nails into his hair and he was pretty much already coming.

thomas entered your apartment early to see candles lit, the blinds drawn, and you eagerly waiting for him sitting on the kitchen table. he’d been impatiently waiting all day for this.

“you hungry?” you smirked crossing your legs at the sight of him taking off his sweatshirt and his shirt lifted up revealing his skin. you couldn’t believe how horny you were already for him.

he came over to you and your legs naturally fell apart and wrapped around his waist locking him in. you felt his hands grab ahold of your ass pulling you closer to him trying to break the space.

“so I made a cake for you, and maybe we could eat it tonight?” you giggled, feeling his cold hands slip down the back of your sweatpants, you could feel his finger tips rubbing circles around your skin. you smirked at his subtle surprise reaction to find you had nothing on underneath.

“there’s a piece of cake I’m dying much more to eat right now.” he growled, eagerly his hands came out from behind and pushed you on to the table causing you to hit your back hard on the wooden table.

you gripped both the sides of the table waiting for Thomas to pull down your pants. you were practically already wet with the amount of agonizing time it was taking him.

“I don’t have all day, thom.” you scoffed, when you suddenly felt his hand grab your thighs pulling you closer to the edge of the table where he was already kneeling. his fingers carefully pulled at the seam of your sweatpants and you could feel his warm lips against your thigh. sighing in relief, you grabbed a chunk of his hair playing with it, you felt his tongue move across your thigh making himself comfortable going in to find what he was looking for. he heard you gasp and felt you tug on his hair.

you let out a small moan feeling his fingers inside of you, he was practically toying you right now and you didn’t like it. you just wanted him to go full force and fuck you raw. but this was a night to celebrate thomas, so you had to put your wants and desires aside for him.

“you wanna move this to the bedroom?” he asked, standing up now he carefully picked you up from the table, your legs still wrapped around his waist having never let go.

thomas was gentle this time setting you down on the bed, he removed his clothes leaving you breathless at the sight of him, “fuck me like no tomorrow, pretty girl. I deserve it.” he lay there waiting for you. and you did exactly what was asked.

you moved yourself on top of him, your fingertips just grazing his cock and he let out a small moan. he was itching for just more, he was beyond hard, he felt like he was going to break at any moment.

“you’re gonna kill me with the teasing, aren’t you?” he groaned shifting uncomfortably underneath your small frame that straddled his torso. when he adjusted himself you could feel the bulging of his cock growing underneath you. you were pretty sure he was close.

“you always wanna play fast never slow.” his hands gripped your hips, guiding you to ride him and you followed. hearing the soft whimpers grow louder as you moves with ease allowing him to enter you, watching his eyes close and his head tilt backwards.

“feel good?” you asked, he could barely handle himself, his nails were digging into your the skin at your hips. moving your body down on him your lips touch the tip of his cock and you could feel all the muscles in his body stiffen underneath you. he’s never felt your lips down there and it was a surprise to him when the contact came.

before you could go anywhere your mouth was met with cum. if you could smile you would because you knew he couldn’t take it any longer. the minute your fingertips touched his cock you were sure it was only a matter of time.

he let out a sigh of relief opening his eyes to see you taking every last drop of him, and he could finally relax, “now I want a taste of that cake.”

you chuckled getting on all fours, “anything for you, all star.”

[bordysbae]

22 & 36 for bordy please p.s I love your writing

“is this a game to you?”

thomas bordeleau x fem reader

22. “we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious”

36. “yeah, i am jealous”

word count: 1k

warning; cursing

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thomas has always been cocky, you could tell from the day you met him. he knows the power he holds over girls, but you’re the only one who never truly fell under his charm. yes, you think he’s attractive, but you don’t just sit there and fawn over him. that’s how you won him over, you know your worth, and he finds that to be the most attractive thing a girl can do. he hates how much girls just throw themselves at him, he loves a chase. eventually his charm got to you, and you began seeing each other casually, with no strings attached of course.

“i’ll see you sometime this week yeah?” he asks you, running a hand through his bedhead. “yeah, i’ll text you. or you text me, doesn’t matter” you say, slipping your shoes back on. he walks you out of his apartment, leading you to the door. he gives you a kiss on the cheek, as you do your walk of shame down the hallway of his apartment complex. the walk of shame you seem to be doing more and more often.

you’re sure that you’ll see thomas at this party one of your guys’ mutual friends is hosting at the club, so you don’t bother texting him at all during the week. you guys really only hookup if it’s after a party, or after one of his games. you both have to work during the week, so weekends are your guys’ best friend, despite some of his hockey games being out of state.

you sloppily throw an outfit together and touch up your makeup before leaving for the party. you uber to the club, since you have every intention of getting shit-faced tonight. once you arrive you can already smell the sweat and alcohol in the air. you look around for anyone you know, and see a few people having a joint conversation with one another. you decide to get a drink first to loosen up your system slightly.

as you’re standing waiting for the bartender you notice a tall man sit down at the barstool next to you. you glance over at him, and see him smiling at you. “hi, i’m jackson.” he beams. “i’m y/n, nice to meet you!” you exclaim, returning the favor and giving him a cheerful smile. “let me pay for your drink yeah?” “oh no, you don’t need to do that!” “i insist, a pretty girl like you doesn’t need to be buying her own drinks” he says, making you blush.

he pays for your drink, and you both begin chatting. one strong drink in your system is already loosening you up, and before you know it, your hand is on jackson’s bicep as you’re laughing at his stupid commentary. you feel a gaze burning into your cheek, and as jackson orders you both a round of shots, you take it as an opportunity to look around. you’re met with thomas’ gaze from across the entire room, as he grips the neck of his beer bottle tightly. you smirk, knowing exactly what you’re doing to him. you turn around to face jackson as you both lift the shot glasses full of tito’s to your lips. your head falls back as the liquid goes down your throat, leaving a burning sensation. just like thomas’ gaze.

the buzz in your system tells you to take jackson to the dance floor, and he follows as you take his wrist in your hand. you loosely dance against him, your body’s clashing together as the multi-colored lights shine above you. thomas is still watching you, his jaw clenched, and this doesn’t go unnoticed by you. you pull yourself closer to jackson, taking in the strong smell of his cologne.

suddenly you’re pulled away from jackson by your wrist, and taken into a random bathroom. you already know who it is, and a smirk appears on your face as thomas locks the door. “hey pretty boy, long time no see” you say cooly. “oh piss off with that shit. the fuck are you doing y/n? is this a game to you?” he asks, all seriousness in his tone.

“a game? what are you talking about?” you ask, obviously playing dumb. “will you quit playing dumb for one god damn second?!” he groans, making you chuckle a little. “why were you all over that douche?!” “first of all, he’s not a douche, he bought me drinks. second, why does it matter? me and you, we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious” you say, mimicking the words you both had once agreed on.

“i don’t usually call girls back after a one night stand, but you’re different. you don’t fall at my feet and just throw yourself at me, i’m interested. if you wanna keep seeing each other i’m more than down, but i don’t really do the dating scene, just so you know.” he stated.

“no yeah, we’re just hooking up, it’s nothing serious.” you agreed with him.

“yeah exactly, no strings attached?”

“yup, no strings attached”

you’re snapped from the memory when thomas speaks up again, “yeah we’re just hooking up but jeez are you that oblivious?” “oblivious to what? are you jealous, bordeleau?” you smirk, knowing the cocky boy in front of you would never admit defeat. he remains silent, his eyes still piercing into yours.

“cmon tell me, cause if not i’d much rather go back out there to the guy who’s actually giving me attention” “yeah, i’m jealous. you drive me fucking crazy, y/n. i never wanted to develop feelings for you, but i did. i doubt you feel the same way since we agreed no strings attached, but jesus you drive me crazy. you’re the only person who intrigues me, and you’re just so gentle with me. i crave your touch every night i spend alone.” he admits, finally breaking.

“i like you too, idiot. why else would i be trying to get your attention all night?” you chuckle, rolling your eyes jokingly at his stupidity. “i don’t know, cause you’re mean” he shrugs. “if i’m mean then what are you?” you laugh, making thomas roll his shes. “oh shut up and kiss me already, no need to be rude” he says, leaning in, you doing the same. you guys meet in the middle, and instantly place your hands all over each other. your hands play gently with the curls at the back of his neck, while his wrap around your waist loosely.

[cobrakaisb]

happy holidays

summary: it’s the holiday season and the boys just had to make sure it was special for you and charlotte

word count: 1.2k  

notes: happy holidays!! i felt like bringing back team baby, so here it is :)

“move it a little bit to the left,” brendan instructed, gesturing for thomas to adjust the star on top of the tree sitting in their living room. “are you serious?” thomas asked, looking at his friend. “yes! it’s crooked! right char?” the brisson boy asked the toddler who was perched on his hip. “yeah it’s not very straight bubba,”  the young girl agreed, tilting her head to get a better look at the tree. “see! even she agrees!” brendan continued, gesturing for thomas to fix the star. 

“what’s going on?” luke asked as he walked into the room with mackie and mark. the other two boys immediately flocked to brendan’s side, poking at charlotte. she laughed at all the attention before ultimately reaching for mackie. the younger boy complied, taking the young girl into his arms. “you better not be high mack, or else y/n will kill us,” thomas said, climbing down from the ladder he was standing on. “i’m not,” the younger boy answered, but that didn’t stop thomas’s eyes from narrowing in his direction. 

just as mackie was about to defend himself, your voice resonated throughout the house. “we’re back,” you said, walking into the living room, arms filled with bags. owen and kent followed behind you, their arms also full with various bags adorning different logos. “mummy!” charlotte shouted, wiggling out of mackie’s arms so that she could run into your open ones. “hi baby. we’re you good for your uncles?” you asked, pulling her into you as you kissed all over her face. “yes,” she answered, laughing at your actions. 

“she was fine. aside from agreeing with uncle bren” thomas teased, tickling her tummy. charlotte giggled loudly at his actions, desperately trying to escape his fingers. once the two were done goofing off, thomas turned his attention to you. he placed a sweet kiss on your cheek before gathering the bags you dropped. “thank you,” you whispered, puckering your lips as he held the bags in one hand. 

“ew!” charlotte whined, hiding her face in her hands. her outburst caused everyone to laugh, but put an immediate end to the pda between you and thomas. “should we start with the festivities?” brendan asked, looking around the room at the small group. charlotte frowned, crossing her arms over her chest as she shook her head no. “not everyone is here. like nicky, and johnny, and uncle matty. we have to wait,” she answered, looking at brendan. the guys all snickered at her words, watching as charlotte completely parented him. “fine, but once everyone gets here we can start,” brendan said, and charlotte nodded in agreement before running off to do something. 

even though everyone was off playing hockey at different places, they all managed to come back to campus for the holiday. you were still going to make it to your childhood home for the actual holidays, but the boys all wanted to do something with charlotte. hence, they all decided to have this small get together at your off campus house. “we all have gifts to give her. can we do it tonight? please?” brendan begged, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. “i told you no gifts,” you mumbled, giving them all a pointed look. “well those of us on nhl salaries wanted to spoil her, so too bad,” owen said, looking at you with a challenging look. you grumbled something under your breath, but it quickly ceased when charlotte skipped back into the room, a stack of cards in her hands. 

“mummy, can you help me?” she whispered, pulling on your shirt. “course baby,” you answered, kneeling down to her level. charlotte handed you the stack of cards, sorting through them. “are they all here?” you asked, waiting for her to answer. “i think. but i need to count,” she answered, and that’s how you all ended up circling around charlotte while she counted out how many cards were in her pile. by the time she was finished, everyone was at the house. 

“okay! let’s begin with the exchange!” brendan announced, getting up to grab his gift. “no! i go first!” charlotte screamed, stopping brendan before he could even grab the pink gift bag. “charlotte rose we do not yell,” you reprimanded looking at her. “sorry mummy. i go first please,” she replied, looking sheepish. the boys all agreed, waiting patiently as charlotte grabbed the first card from your hands. 

she went around the room, handing each boy a different homemade card. each of the cards was unique, but they were all decked out with glitter, toddler scribbles, and charlotte’s messy handwriting. once all the boys had a card, she stood next to you with a satisfied look on her face. “thank you fleur,” thomas mumbled, scooping her into his arms. “i’m gonna put this on my locker,” he promised, causing charlotte’s eyes to widen as she nodded excitedly. 

“okay charlotte. we have some presents for you,” brendan said, holding out the giant gift bag. you watched as charlotte’s eyes grew to the size of saucers, an excited smile on her face. brendan handed her the gift bag and immediately she was tearing the wrapping paper out of it. a loud gasp echoed around the room as she pulled out a disney princess cash register. “mummy look!” she said, jumping up and down. “wow!” you answered, looking at the toy with amazement. you watched as charlotte began to push different buttons and listen to the different sounds. “char, keep looking in the bag,” brendan urged, causing the girl to turn her attention back to the bag in front if her. 

another loud gasp resonated through the room as she pulled out a pack of barbies. they weren;t just any barbies, however, it was the entire collection of disney princess barbies ranging from cinderella to moana. “dollies!” she shouted, naming all the different princesses to ethan, who was sitting right next to her. 

that’s exactly how the rest of the night went. each of the boys providing her with different toys that she loved. by the end of the night she had a ton of new barbies, a collection of bluey and peppa pig toys, a handful of new books, and a couple new outfits that the girlfriends picked out. 

“okay so this last present isn’t for charlotte, it’s for you,” thomas said, handing you a box wrapped in the barbie wrapping paper they used for all her gifts. “you guys,” you mumbled, taking the box from thomas’s hands. “stop! we wanted to get you something,” kent said, holding up his hand. you nodded, carefully unwrapping the paper. you opened the box inside to find a navy blue book. “what is this?” you asked cautiously, pulling it out. your fingers ran over the spine and front cover as you opened the book. 

immediately you were met with the picture you all took after the boys won the big ten championship. “oh you guys,” you whispered, fingers tracing over the photo. “there’s more,” luke said, gesturing for you to flip through the album. inside you found countless pictures. some featured just you and the boys, others were the boys with charlotte, and some were just you with charlotte. it was a reminder that they would always be there for you. you guys were family. “i love it. thank you so much,” you said, voice clogged with emotion. “we love you,” thomas whispered, wrapping his arms around you. “this doesn’t change the fact, however, that you spoil her way too much,” you said, wiping at your face. that elicited a laugh from everyone.

[hughescluez]

𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

prompt list

🤍= fluff // 🌙= angst // 🧸= blurbs

much more

jealous!thomas x reader // thomas realizes that being friends just doesn’t cut it, he wants more—he needs more and he will try his best to achieve it. 🧸

[rowdyhughesy]

02:47 - T.Bordeleau

“ Everything is better with you. Everything has been better since you. “

- anon

Quick lil Bordy blurb🫶🏼

Ma future femme = my future wife

The microwave clock read 02:47 but you didn’t care about the loose of sleep you were getting. That you surely were going to wake up feeling like death tomorrow with dark bags under your eyes but it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered at this point of time (in the dark) of your kitchen in the middle of the night. Clad in your flannel pyjama pants, one of your boyfriends hoodies and warm fluffy socks on your feet. The soundtrack to Camp Rock is flowing from the speaker, a noise complaint in the morning is something you know might happen but you’re so engrossed in the moment it doesn’t feel important. Nothing feels or is more important than you and Thomas in your apartment, singing along to Disney soundtracks as he’s twirling you around.

Your head feels dizzy from all the spinning but the warmth of Thomas’s hand on the small of your back and one of your hands intertwined is what’s grounding you. Pulling your back close to his chest, his breath fans your cheek as he leans close to the shell of your ear. Singing along softly to the song being played. “You make me feel like I'm myself. Instead of being someone else. I wanna live that every day, you say what no one else was saying. You know exactly how to get to me. You know it's what I need, It's what I need yeah.” Tears prick at your eyes from the love you feel in this moment. Your love for Thomas. Turning your head in his direction you place your free hand on his cheek.

Thumb brushing over the skin of his cheekbone. Your eyes seeking his as he leans into your touch, warm brown eyes catching yours. His lips so close to yours and a faint shade of pink dusting his cheeks. If it’s from the heat from all the dancing or your gaze you’re not sure but it’s there and it makes him even more endearing. Thomas leans forward capturing your lips with his, he tastes of chapstick and the smell of his cologne fills all of your senses sending you into a dreamy state.

Turning your body toward his without breaking the kiss you wrap your arms around his neck, Thomas’s hands finding their place on your hips. Tugging you closer to him it’s like your bodies become one. Blending together making you forget where you end and he begins. It’s soft breaths against parted lips, grasping at whatever body part you can reach and i love you’s whispered so low it’s barely audible.

Pulling away to catch your breaths Thomas doesn’t let you get far, still holding you close to his chest as you continue swaying along to the music.

The beginning chords of had me @ hello with Luke Benward sounds from the speaker making a big smile form on your face. Thomas has a smile on his face as well as he lean against the kitchen counter, arms crossed over his chest looking at you standing in front of him. Eyes gleaming in anticipation of what he knows is about to come.

Licking your lips you start singing along, hand outstretched to Thomas in a motion for him to take it. Standing face to face both of you having goofy smiles on your faces as you sing the words to him. Utterly heartfelt and hidden meanings in them. “You don't have to try too hard. You already have my heart, you don't got a thing to prove. I'm already into you.”

The music dying down Thomas presses a quick kiss to your forehead, your chin resting on his chest. Head upturned so that you’re looking up at him. Eyes growing tired from the lack of sleep but happiness from the moment shared with your boyfriend. “You really did have me at hello you know?” Thomas giggles at your words, guiding you to the way toward your shared bedroom. “You had me too Ma future femme.”

“God, I love it when you speak French to me.”