#wyatt imagines

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nhl players as textposts part ???

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while canonically impossible I love the idea of gale and caleb being neighbors

[zegrasdrysdale]

[ just a fling ] w. johnston

paring: Wyatt Johnston x fem!reader

summary: Wyatt gets mad and insecure when his girlfriend omits the fact she had a fling with Luke Hughes and he finds out through Luke himself on the ice instead of her. some of the Stars (mostly Pavs and Seguin) get involved and try to convince them to talk to save their relationship

warning(s) : asshole!luke (he’s collateral damage sorry), an angry and insecure wyatt, very angsty, language

author’s note : that was the original request, and i tried to write it for joel. i couldn’t do it after trying for weeks so it’s now abt wyatt (after i had spoken w anon). i loved the plot sm i didn’t want to completely abandon it, so here it is for wyatt’s 21st birthday !!

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Nerves don’t usually get the best of her, but the Stars are playing the Devils in Dallas. It’s not the Devils that she is worried about though.

It’s number 43 on the Devils that she’s worried about. It’s not because she thinks he’ll hurt Wyatt, but because he might tell Wyatt their little secret to get in his head.

No one knows that she once had a summer fling with the youngest Hughes boy.

It was two summers ago when she went to Michigan to spend those warm months with Luke and his brothers at their lakehouse. She always had some feelings for Luke and they hit a breaking point that summer when they started to hookup. He ended everything between them when he left to go back to Michigan for his sophomore season and she came back home to Dallas.

That’s when she met Wyatt when he moved to Dallas for his rookie season. She lived next to the Pavelski’s with her parents and younger brother when they met. She spent a lot of time in that house before she moved into an apartment in downtown Dallas last summer.

She hasn’t spoken to Luke since he left Michigan and didn’t bother telling Wyatt about their fling since it was so insignificant to the both of them. She doesn’t want to acknowledge that it happened.

Her feelings for the defenseman are long gone, replaced by her love for Wyatt Johnston.

She sits with Kate Seguin and Sarah Pavelski in the ninth row off the glass for the game on the side where the Stars did their warmups. She stood at the glass with the wives she came to the game with to support their boys. She has on her playoff jacket from last year to support Wyatt.

If Luke does see her, she wants to make sure he knows that she loves Wyatt. That she’s over him and has been for a while.

The puck drops at center ice and less than twenty seconds later, Wyatt puts the puck into the back of the net. She’s on her feet and cheers for her boyfriend as he gets the scoring started. She pretends to ignore Luke as he skates by and looks at her.

She very much notices.

The crowd settles down and enjoys a 1-0 lead over New Jersey. She can’t stop smiling after Wyatt nets his 25th goal of the season.

“Is there a reason that Luke Hughes glared at you like that when you were celebrating Wyatt’s goal?” Kate asks with curiosity laced in her voice. “There are hundreds of fans he could’ve looked at, but he stared right at you.”

She looks at Kate and says, “I, um, had a thing with Luke a few summers ago. He ended things when he went back to school and I came back home. He told me that I didn’t mean anything to him and that I was the only girl around at the time. I moved on.”

“Does Wyatt know?” Kate questions.

“I didn’t think it was worth mentioning,” she explains. “It was a lifetime ago. Before I even met him. I don’t need to know his history, he doesn’t need to know mine.”

When she looks back the ice, she notices Luke trying to get the puck away from Wyatt. She holds her breath as the puck is kicked out of the corner to Pavs. Wyatt skates away from Luke.

Then Luke says something to Wyatt. Her boyfriend turns back around and looks at Luke. Wyatt shoves Luke and a whistle is blown while the two of them come to blows. It doesn’t turn into an actual fight because they get separated by the referees. There is a lot of shoving and a lot of chirping.

This is the last thing she wanted to happen. Who knows what Luke just said to him?

Whatever was said pissed Wyatt off because he slams the door shut when he gets on the bench. Pavs says something to him and Wyatt motions to the Devils bench, where Luke has just sat down. She bites her bottom lip and holds her breath until the game is over.

Wyatt struggles after scoring the first goal of the night. The Stars as a team struggle throughout the game. They only manage one more goal after Wyatt's.

The buzzer sounds when the clock hits 0:00 after the third period. A lot of the fans have left already as the Devils celebrate their 6-2 win over the Stars. She frowns and makes her way up to the concourse with Kate and Sarah so they can wait for their boys outside.

She's sure DeBoer has a lot to say about the game tonight. The turnovers, the giveaways. They put pucks on net, but only put two past Jake Allen.

Just so Wyatt knows where she's waiting for him, she sends him a text.

to: wy ♡ - 9:54 pm waiting for you outside by the car with sarah and kate. pretty goal tn btw. see you soon <33

It might be a while before Wyatt comes out so she gets comfortable in the passenger's seat of Wyatt's car since he drove them both here to the arena. She scrolls on TikTok while having a conversation with Sarah and Kate. The women alternate sitting in the seat while they wait for the boys.

Kate is about to text Tyler when the doors begin to open. Players walk out in pairs or small ground. Tyler walks out by himself and greets his wife. After greeting Kate with a kiss, he turns his attention to her.

"I'm not sure exactly what happened, but Wyatt isn't very happy with you," Tyler says. "Apparently it has something to do with what Luke Hughes said to him on the ice during their altercation in the first."

Her blood runs colds.

Luke probably told him what happened between them in Michigan. Probably got in his head, which is probably why he struggled after that. It wasn't a secret, but he might see it that way. She didn't think it was worth mentioning to him.

"Thanks," she mumbles as Tyler and Kate walk away from the car.

The door opens again a second later. She notices Wyatt walking with Pavs. They seem to be in a very intense conversation as they leave the building.

"... muication, Wyatt," Joe is saying as they approach the car. "I mean, seriously." Wyatt sighs and looks right at his girlfriend.

Sarah walks up to her husband and they walk away without another word to her or Wyatt.

She smiles at her boyfriend. "You did good tonight," she compliments him. "I thought your goal was nice."

He just rolls his eyes and gets in the car. She pouts and gets into the car herself. Wyatt starts the engine and pulls out of the parking lot.

Not a single word is exchanged between the two of them while he drives toward her apartment. She twirls her thumbs and waits for Wyatt to say something.

If he's really upset with her then he'd tell her, right? Seething doesn't do much.

When it's fifteen minutes later and he pulls up to her apartment, she gets a little worried.

"What did Luke say to you?" she asks as he puts the car in park. "In the first period after you scored."

Wyatt rubs his face and sighs. "It doesn't matter what he said," he says.

"Wyatt-"

"I'll talk to you tomorrow, okay? I'm tired and I don't feel like talking about this right now."

She frowns and nods as she opens the door. "Talk to you tomorrow," she mumbles. As soon as the door is closed, Wyatt drives off. She doesn't even reach the sidewalk before he turns the corner.

Maybe she should've told Wyatt about her thing with Luke. She just didn't think it would be a huge thing like it is right now.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Tomorrow comes and goes. So does the next day. She doesn't hear from him.

The Stars recover from their loss to New Jersey in a 4-1 win against the Kings. Wyatt nets another goal and she cheers for him from her apartment. They have a much better game as a team so whatever DeBoer said to them after the loss the other day worked.

She sends a quick text to Wyatt

to: wy ♡ - 10:03 pm congrats on your goal. my favorite leading goal scorer <33

from: wy ♡ - 10:10 pm thanks

to: wy ♡ - 10:12 pm can we talk? come over?

from: wy ♡ - 10:15 pm not tonight. exhausted. talk to you in the morning

to: wy ♡ - 10:16 pm you said that the other day and i haven't heard from you

from: wy ♡ - 10:20 pm goodnight

With a frown and tears in her eyes, she calls Sarah since she probably knows why Wyatt won't talk to her. She picks up after a few rings.

"Hey, did you see the win?" Sarah asks her when she picks up.

"Yeah," she breathes out. "Has Wyatt said anything to you? Or have you heard anything about what happened between him and Luke?" Sarah is quiet for a second. "Sarah, please. He won't talk to me."

There's a sigh before shed says, "Luke used your little fling as a mind trick. He threw it in Wyatt's face. He's mad at Luke for using you to chirp him and he's even angrier at you for not telling him about it. He thinks you kept it from him because you wanted to hide it from him."

"I wasn't trying to keep it a secret from him," she admits as the tears roll down her cheeks. "I didn't think he'd care. Obviously he does."

"I think if he was going to know, he would've wanted to hear it from you and not Luke Hughes," Sarah tells her. "Has he talked to you at all?"

She shakes her head and dries her own tears. "Not really," she says. Her voice is shaky. "I texted him for a bit after the game but he just shut me down. Told me he'd talk to me in the morning, but he said that the other day too and I didn't hear from him until tonight."

There's a moment of silence and she bites her bottom lip. "Okay, I'll get Joe to talk to him," she explains. "Maybe Tyler can get involved too because I know Wyatt look up to him too. Sound good?"

"Yeah," she breathes out. "Thank you."

"You okay, honey?" Sarah asks her. "You sound like you're upset."

"I mean, aside from my boyfriend ignoring me instead of talking to me so I can explain myself, I'm doing great," she says. "I just want him to know that I never meant to hide this from him. It was such a small, unimportant moment in my life. He's acting like I went out with Luke for years when we never labeled anything and basically hooked up for three months."

Sarah sighs. "I know," she replies. "It's Wyatt. He can only ignore you for so long. I'll get Joe to talk to him though, okay?"

"Thank you, Sarah," she sighs. "I'm going to head to sleep."

"Goodnight."

She hangs up the phone after saying her own goodnight. She puts the phone on the table beside her since she's laying in bed and curls up under the blankets.

Hopefully Sarah keeps her promise because she can't do this anymore and it's only been two days.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[ Wyatt's POV ]

Hockey has suddenly become a distraction for him. He throws himself completely into hockey after the game against the Devils. He doesn't talk to his girlfriend because he's so upset and angry with her.

He doesn't care that she had a fling with Luke Hughes. It's the fact that she never told him and had to hear it from Luke himself and not his girlfriend. He used it against him in a game and it threw him off.

Wyatt walks into the Stars' practice facility the day after they win against the Kings. He actually looks forward to practice right now. He's having a great sophomore year and doesn't want to have it to go to shit because he's having relationship issues.

When he walks into locker room, he’s barely able to put his things down when Pavs and Seggy approach him. He looks between them. “Uh, good morning?” he questions. “Why do the two of you look like you’re on a mission?”

Joe looks over at Tyler then back at Wyatt. “Sarah talked to me after we got back from the game last night,” Pavs begins. “Your girlfriend called her after the game in tears because you haven’t been talking to her?”

“I don’t feel like listening to what she has to say,” Wyatt sighs. “She’s just going to defend herself and whatever she had with Luke. She’s going to tell me that she was going to tell me or something. I don’t want to hear that right now.”

His teammates share a look. “She has her reasons for not telling you, Wyatt,” Tyler says. “Whatever they are, you need to hear her out. Not ignore her. Trust me when I say that ignoring something doesn’t end well. Ignoring an issue makes it so much worse.”

He starts putting his gear on. “I can’t do it right now,” he tries to tell them again. “I have other things to work on. I have hockey I need to focus on. Accomplishments to still achieve.”

“You won’t have anyone to celebrate your accomplishments with if you keep acting this way,” Joe tells him. “She’s been there for you since you stepped foot in this league last season. Don’t push her away now because you decided you didn’t want to hear her out. There is probably a reason she didn’t tell you and she has a right to explain herself.”

“This is coming from us, Wyatt,” Tyler chimes in. “We’ve been in this position. More than once so you should at least consider listening to us. Don’t ignore her, okay?” He nods in reply as he pulls on his practice jersey. “Go talk to her when you get done. Don’t lose someone you love over something as stupid as this.”

They walk away and Wyatt sits in his stall.

He knows they’re right. They’re so right, and he should probably listen to them. Pavs and Seggy know what they are talking about when it comes to relationships since they’re both married now.

Wyatt puts on his helmet and makes sure it’s on tight to make sure that Joe or Tyler don’t shoot a puck at his head to put some sense into him. They wouldn’t do it very hard but just to be on the safe side.

It’s probably the worst practice of his life. He’s distracted by the fact that it’s been three days since he had a proper conversation with her.

He’s going crazy without talking to her. He truly misses her. He misses their stupid conversations. He misses her ways of getting his mind off hockey.

He really is an idiot.

Just because he knows there are a few days between now and the next game, Wyatt skates up to DeBoer and asks if he can leave because he “doesn’t feel good” and “doesn’t want to push himself”. His coach lets him go and he leave the ice.

There will probably be a bunch of reports later saying he left the ice early but he doesn’t care. All he cares about is getting to his girlfriend and talking to her.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

[ reader’s POV ]

Her phone goes off with a notification while she’s in the living room catching up on Vanderpump Rules. It’s a notification from Twitter that says that Wyatt left the ice early because he’s “under the weather”. She frowns and goes to text him. A knock on her door stops her in her tracks.

Confused, she goes and opens the door. She’s surprised to see Wyatt on the other side. “I thought you were sick? I saw a thing on Twitter that said you left practice,” she comments.

“I’m not sick,” he replies. “I just said that to Coach so he would let me go. I wanted to come apologize for being an idiot.”

She sighs and turns to walk back into the apartment. “It only took you three days to grow up and come talk to me about whatever was bothering you,” she says. She takes a seat on the couch and Wyatt is right on her heels.

“All I want to say right now is that I’m not mad that you had a thing with Luke,” Wyatt tells her as he sits beside her. “I don’t care about that. I care about the fact that you kept it from me then he uses it to get in my head. It worked because I didn’t know it happened and what he said really messed with my head.”

“What did he say to you?” she asks. Wyatt pauses. He looks almost hesitant to tell her. “Wyatt.”

He runs his fingers through his hair. “He called you a lot of names,” he explains. “He said you were a slut, a whore and called you a bunch of other names. He said that you were a ‘good fuck’ when you went to Michigan with him and his brothers. It got under my skin because you’re not any of those things. I know you’re not any of those things but I let what he said about you get into my head and mess with me. I love you and it’s because I love you that I let it get to me.”

Her eyes widen when Wyatt finally tells her what Luke said to him. “I should’ve told you,” she tells him. “Maybe it wouldn’t have affected you if you had known. It was a summer fling. Then I met you and fell in love with you. I didn’t tell you because it was such an insignificant thing in my life.”

He grabs her hands and holds them in his lap. “I would’ve liked a little heads up but you have your reasons for not telling me,” Wyatt replies. “I don’t need to know about all your past relationships if you don’t want to tell me and you don’t need to know all of mine. I would’ve liked to know that a six-foot-two defenseman might try to fight me.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “A six-foot-two defenseman might try to fight you,” she says.

Wyatt laughs and pushes her away gently. “I can’t stand you.”

“So, who talked to you?�� she questions. “You definitely would have kept ignoring me if someone didn’t.”

“Pavs,” he admits. “Seggy.”

She laughs. “You took advice from Tyler Seguin?” she asks. “I can’t believe it.”

“If he wasn’t married, I wouldn’t have,” Wyatt laughs. “I absolutely would have listened to Pavs though no matter what.”

His phone goes off with a text. She raises her eyebrows as he looks at it. “Who is that?”

“Seguin asking me why I left practice an hour early,” he replies. “Also asking me how talking to you is going since he knows I’m not actually sick.”

She rolls her eyes and says, “He does care.”

Wyatt laughs and puts his phone away. “Sometimes,” he replies as he turns his attention to her. “I am sorry for just ignoring you. I mean that with my entire being.”

“I know, Wy,” she says. “I’m sorry for not telling you about Luke. I should’ve given you a heads up. I just didn’t think it would matter.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he replies. “He’s an ass for saying all those things about you. I’ll have to get him back.”

“Please don’t.”

“We’ll see.”

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Oh Baby, Pain is Pleasure - Part 3

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

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WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART!- 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING

I’m going to apologize to you all now, and prewarn you in advance, this is an absolute rollercoaster of a storyline! Shits about to get REAL messy! 

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Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 3

Late afternoon had seen the sun burn the remainder of the clouds from the sky, leaving a beautiful blue horizon view from across the backyard. Flocks of birds gathered as they headed over the break line, waving in and out of the smoke coming from our BBQ pit. 

I sat, gently rocking my feet back and forth on the chair egg swing we had attached to one of the older grand oak trees in our yard. It was all I had wanted when we moved in, somewhere calm and content where I could just exist. Enjoy my time, enjoy my life, and admire the world around me. Ponder life’s big questions… 

‘LOCKER WITNESSES’ 

I re read that message repeatedly in my mind, who was it from? witnessed what? 

I had deleted the other text from my phone, I wasn’t going down that road. 

The sounds of two men’s deep voices bought me back, looking over to my lovers I could see Finn & Damien adorned in their matching ‘TOP CHEF’ aprons and cooking utensils with a beer in hand, either chatting away or debating about how best to cook the chicken. 

Whilst further down on the sun loungers, Rhea had stripped down to one of her thin black bikinis with the metal skull clip fastenings, she was catching the last of the sunrays to her already perfect Sunkissed skin.  Christ, how did I get so lucky as to be a part of this incredible love…. Pentagon? It’s a five-way love triangle, let’s leave it at that.

When we had been initially searching for a house to buy, one to really call home that is; we had all had something in mind we desperately wanted as a feature. We knew it needed to be a big house, one with a master bedroom where we could assemble out two King size beds that had been custom made to attach in the middle, I cannot begin to tell you how comfortable and comforting it is being held close and safe by the four people you love more than anything in the world. 

The guilt though…

Still, obviously Rhea & Finn were dead set on having a large garage/ open internal space to set up the home gym. Of course, whilst on the road we still used a lot of public gyms and one-off hotel workout rooms here and there, but when we are at home, in each other’s company, away from the world, the fans, all that attention. It is so lovely knowing we don’t have to leave our little safe haven.

Damian had specifically made it clear he wanted a huge kitchen, open planned that backed into a dinning area. When we moved in, he had taken the time to build up a barista style coffee corner and a breakfast station on the central island. Then with Finn’s help, they worked on a D.I.Y project together to design and create a full bar set up next to the table and chairs where we ate. They had eventually given in and allowed Dom to help with the painting of the bar, because he wanted to be a ‘DIY Man’ too. 

The boys always referred to it as the lad’s corner, a custom-built wooden bar that was painted a deep tranquil green and black with illuminated LED letters on the wall; ‘ALL RISE, ALL DRINK’.   That however did not stop Rhea and I from emptying some of those back bar bottles on one of many messy nights! For some reason, whenever Rhea breaks out the Tequila, we always end up playing strip twister… Odd. 

Dominick, of course… wanted a gaming room. Not just any gaming room mind you, a ‘Mens” gaming room. 

*Sigh* 

Problem is he is just so adorable at times, and we all give in, he had been granted his request of course! Although Priest put his foot down when Dom had asked for an indoor arcade style basketball hoop game, he was allowed a hoop outside but that was it. We had all seen enough broken windows during the season when Finn had tried to teach Damien and Dominick how to play golf. 

It still makes me laugh when the boys talk about how they would feel guilty that they were off spending time together, while Rhea and I would miss out? Ha. Little did they know when they buggered off to do ‘man’s stuff’ we girls would high tail it upstairs to the family bathroom and strip off into the bathtub for some… girl’s time. *Wink Wink* 

I remember one morning; Rhea and I were standing in the arched doorway at the crack of dawn waving the boys off as they set out on an early start to play a full days Golf. Leaning into her chest I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes as she bent her head down and nuzzled her lips into the crook of my neck. 

“I tell you now Y/N, I would rather run the risk of drowning when we get in that bathtub, and I bury my face deep in your pussy… then stand in a damp field hitting a stick at a ball.” Her teeth nipped at the skin of my ear lobe and my entire body melted at her touch. 

Christ the things that woman does to me. 

A loud crash had bought me back to reality, Dom had been trying to carry a tray of drinks out to the garden for us all but had tripped over some excess weigh plates we had left outside, sending the poor lad flying arse over tit. 

“Shit! God damn it, ow fuck!” Dom pulled himself up to his knees, swiping the drinks tray away in frustration before noticing blood trickling down his arm from the glasses that he had smashed across the decking. He was quick to freeze, unable to process what to do next or how to stand up safely. 

Rhea was quick to make her way over to him from the sun lounger, followed by Damian who handed Finn his spatula and beer before rushing over to help the poor lad. 

I know, I know I should have been focused on the fact that the boy I loved so much needed some help, some TLC, compassion, and support… 

But I am only human. 

And Rhea Bloody Ripley…. 

Running….

In a mini black laced bikini…

Slightly wet from the heat of the sun touching her skin, God how she glistened. How she got my motor running and…

Finn had noticed my distraction and whistled loudly, gathering my attention. 

“Aye! Lass, enough of that! Go... Take a lap!” He gestured, pointing to the end of the field in our garden. The yard stretched about 1/4 of a mile down and was cut off by the woodland. One of my favorite things about this house was the nature that came with it. It all felt so…natural and back down to earth compared to the chaos and mayhem at WWE. 

Pointing his BBQ tongs and Damian’s spatula at me, Finn raised his eyebrow. 

“No distractions, ya hear!” 

I tried not to laugh at his remark, turning my face away to hide my snicker and rolling my eyes. I was still wearing my gym gear from before; except I had nabbed one of Dominick’s merch shirts on the way to the garden from the drying rack, I was self-conscious about my stomach, and I liked to hide my body where I could. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?!” Finn sternly questioned me as he put the utensils down. 

At this point Rhea was taking Dom inside through the double doors, whilst Damian stood back up and turned in my direction. 

Fuck… they are hot when they get all dominant. 

“Mi Vida, did you roll your eyes?” Damian’s words were colder, flat, and prominent. I could tell he was almost looking for a reason to get me upstairs into the bedroom. Christ I was half tempted to give him a solid reason. 

Put me across your lap Papa Priest, let me feel the strength between your thighs and lay it into me Goddamn it! 

The devil on my shoulder sang its heart out at the idea, but I remembered earlier when Finn has spun the actions back against me. Leaving me alone and sexually frustrated I thought better of the situation. 

“Me? I would never…” I said quite obnoxious/sarcastically and smiled that cheeky brat look at them before hopping up off the tree swing. I could see Damian trying not to break or give in… but a slight smirk crept into the corner of his lips.  

“I’m going to take a lap!” I stated and grinned before making a run for it, heading down and out of sight from the lads. I had a much better plan in mind to deal with my frustrations when I got in the shower later anyway. 

I was out of breath by the time I got back towards our street, less than a ¼ mile to go! I had decided to go for a proper run to clear my mind. A good few miles should do the trick, that’s what Rhea always said! With my headphones in and a decent playlist on, nothing was going to stop me! 

One foot after another I pressed on, sweat dripping down my neck I desperately tried to Shake off all that nervous energy I had built up now that WrestleMania was less than 2 weeks away. I had been on edge at times, and it showed when I trained in the ring with Rhea and Dom. Running back-to-back moves, counters, pins, and submissions, it was like every time I thought I had learnt it someone would come along and wipe my slate clean, and I knew nothing again. 

Maybe I wasn’t ready to be a champion? 

Maybe I was out of my depth? 

Rhea should be in this match not me. 

Me? Y/W/N? Was I really cut out to be a champion? 

I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket as I continued running. I tried looking at my smart watch as I ran, though it was tricky to focus on a smaller screen. 

I could see a couple messages from Finn stating the food was ready, one from Damian also telling me the food was ready, one from Dom telling me he was going to eat my hot dog if I didn’t hurry up and one from Rhea telling me she wasn’t going to let Dom touch my food. 

Honestly this lot, I love them so much. 

Turning into our street I could see our house gate entrance just up the hill, with a little spring in my step I pushed on feeling like I was picking up speed. I felt energized, I felt incredible, maybe I could do this after all! 

With the gate just in reach and the sweet smokey smell of the BBQ lingering in the air I put my head down to push those least few feet… 

But within a split second I felt something behind me. 

The music cut out as my headphones were launched to the floor and my arms locked in tight by a strength I hadn’t ever had to match. Kicking my legs out I felt them rise off the floor and before I could even fathom the mental capacity to make a sound the feeling of sticky back plastic tape suckered its way in across my lips. My eyes pooled up as the bag went over my head and my vision became darkness. A hard and cold metal floor was met with my body weight as I was hurled inside, my heart beating out of my chest the fear became all too real as I felt the ground under move away at speed. 

A hot breath came down my neck, raising every last hair on my skin to react. The voice was muffled, as if speaking through a mask. 

“You did this Y/N…” 

“You did this… and now you cannot handle the monster you created.” 

The silence in between each word was deafening, but it was the next voice that bought the fear of God into my soul. 

“ Told you I’d find you...miss me?” 

TO BE CONTINUED

[chukys-mouthguard]

“Fiiiiine. I’ll do it. For you. Just for you.” wyatt johnston! his gf who is very reserved and grumpy and they have been together for awhile but keep their relationship very private and wyatt just wants her to have a wag jacket and come to the playoffs games in it and let everyone know he’s taken

Prompt: “Fiiiiiine. I’ll do it. For you. Just for you.”

Note: this request! omg i literally could visualize this the second i read it, got me all giddy haha 🫶🏼

“You’re joking?”

Staring at Wyatt as he held up the bright green denim jacket with his number 53 boldly painted on the back, you shook your head adamantly.

“Babe please? I asked Sarah if she could get one done for you too, even though you told all the girls no.”

He pouted his lips as he pushed the jacket in your direction, but you crossed your arms over your chest. Not giving in that easy.

“Wy, we have been through this. You know I like us keeping things more private. The second I wear this jacket that’s thrown out the window.”

Setting the jacket down on the kitchen island, he took a step towards you and reached for your hands. “Babe…I get it. Believe me I do. It’s a whole lot easier keeping things private. You don’t have to deal with the comments and opinions of people possibly judging you. All the fangirls hating you simply because you’re my girlfriend. But I love you, and it would mean the world to me to see you in the crowd wearing my number on one of these jackets. Plus I get to show off to everyone that you’re my girl.”

Seeing the smile on his face you were like putty in his hands. He always knew how to play you like a fiddle and get his way, one of the things you loved to hate about Wyatt.

“Fiiiiine. I’ll do it. For you. Just for you.”

Wyatt gave himself a fist bump as you grabbed the jacket off the counter, retreating to your bedroom to put it on. Making him wait impatiently as you wanted the first look at the jacket on.

Staring in the mirror a blush came over your cheeks as you couldn’t help but smile. Seeing the Johnston name above the pocket, paired with the mirroring Texas Hockey on the other side. And of course the largely printed 53 on the back. Despite your want for a private relationship, you couldn’t help but feel proud to wear Wyatt’s number. To support your boyfriend on the biggest stage of his sport. Letting everyone know that you were his, and he was yours.

“Babeeeee come on! We are gonna be late.”

Wyatt whined from the kitchen as you spritzed on a bit of perfume, completing your outfit as you slowly walked down the hall to rejoin him.

“So? Does it look okay?”

His smile couldn’t have been any bigger or surely his cheeks would explode. “Baby…I need you to wear this every day for the rest of your life! Seeing you in my name and number, damn it does something to me.”

He pulled you into his chest by the belt loops of your jeans, his lips on yours before he lightly bit down, teasing you as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Slow your roll cowboy, you’ve got a game, remember?”

“Oh come on, we could make it quick. But leave the jacket on.”

He winked as he dove back in for another kiss, only to be met by the palm of your hand.

“How about you score me a goal tonight and you’ll get whatever your heart desires?”

[heavyhitterheaux]

Treat You Better Preview

“Urb, here me out. Why are you so against this? I like Y/N and I'm 98% sure that she likes me back and I'm good enough for her! I'm not like these other dudes out here that don't deserve her. I know and you do too that I'm going to treat her like she deserves.” Jack expressed as he pleaded his case. He knew that it would eventually come down to this.

"You are literally the biggest WHORE that I know of. Ain't no way in HELL. She's been off limits from the beginning and you know that."

"Look who's talking! We're adults now and she can decide for herself who she wants to date." Jack quickly shot back looking at his best friend in disbelief.

"Her track record says otherwise. She's my godsister and I'm going to do what I need to do in order to protect her."

"But from me? Protect her from me? Do you hear yourself right now? So you’re going to shelter her for the rest of her life?”

"Especially from you. I've seen your track record too with relationships and she's not someone that you hit it and quit it. And I’m not sheltering her. I’m protecting her from no good assholes.” Urban replied keeping his voice low in the hopes that you wouldn't hear him.

"I'm not going to do that with her and did you low key just call me an asshole? You know how important she is to me!” Jack was now fuming and shaking his head at him in disbelief.

"Like I said. She's my baby sister and I said no. I don't give a fuck about how you feel. End of discussion.”

“The fuck it is. We can agree to disagree.”

As Urban was getting ready to respond, you walked in the room beaming, holding Jack’s dog CoCo in your arms.

“Jack Jack, are we ready to go?” You asked as you scratched behind her ears.

“Where are you two going?” Urban asked while getting a slight attitude.

“Jack promised me an ice cream date with just the two of us. Since we couldn't do it yesterday.” You responded and Urban shot Jack the evil eye while all he did was come closer to you.

“Are you two okay? You both look tense.” You asked looking at both of their faces and Urban couldn't help but to blurt it out.

“I don't want you dating Jack.” Was all he said and you looked at him dumbfounded.

“Well Urby, that isn't for you to decide. I can date whoever I want. But I would at least think that you would approve of me dating your best friend.”

“I don't want you to get hurt.”

“Jack would never hurt me in a million years and you need to get that through your head and get over it. We mean a lot to each other and I would think that you would be happy. You don't want to see me happy?”

“Yes! Of course I do, but…”

“But what, Urban?”

“He thinks that I'm going to use you essentially and when I get what I want, leave you high and dry. Oh and also said that I'm the biggest whore he knows.” Jack finally spoke up and you looked at Urban who simply shrugged.

“I've seen him do it countless times before and he's not a relationship type of guy.”

“Urban, I love you with all of my heart, but until I ask you for your opinion, stay out of my love life. I am tired of you coddling me like I can't take care of myself. I'm not a baby anymore.”

“Fine, but when he cheats on you and breaks your heart remember that I warned you. Oh, and don't come crying to me because all I'm going to do is say I told you so.” Urban replied as he walked away bumping Jack’s shoulder on purpose but he decided to ignore him.

“Urby!”

“Nope, don't want to hear it.”

“URBAN HENRY WYATT!”

“Enjoy your date.”

As he walked off, you turned back to Jack Who could tell that you were clearly upset.

“Just give him some time. He'll come around.” Jack told you as he kissed your forehead, but he wasn't quite sure if he believed those words himself.

[jackiehicks]

Written In The Stars

Wyatt Lykensen x Reader

request: wyatt x werewolf!reader and them finding out they're each other's mates (maybe they both have matching markings??)

A/N: this one was kinda fun!! i was stumped at first bc i’m not big on soulmate au’s and i’ve never written a werewolf reader before, but i made it there in the end. i attached a pic of what i imagined the mark to look like when i was writing at the end teehee. i also took some creative liberty with this one, i decided to go for a soulmate thing instead of them being typical wolf mates or whatever, plus the reader is gender neutral so you can read this however you want to perceive it! i hope you guys enjoy <3

words: 1.3k

content warnings: very light mentions of sex

in old wolf legend, there was the story of soulmates. on the 18th birthday of a wolf, they would get a marking on their hand. if two marked wolves were to share genuine love for each other in an embrace, the mark would glow to signify their souls being intertwined. if no glowing occurs, they cannot be soulmates. however, soulmate markings are only for werewolves. if one’s soulmate is not a wolf, no mark will appear. in today’s society, a wolf with a soulmate mark was rare. especially in seabrook, a town where werewolves live in harmony with humans, zombies, and aliens.

so on the 18th birthday of the lykensen twins, when a soulmate mark appeared on the hand of wyatt lykensen, everything changed.

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wyatt inspected the mark on his hand for the millionth time that day. he liked how it looked - the design was intricate with overlapping lines and little triangles hidden in it - but despite that, he hated everything about it. the mark was a burden. every wolf his age was suddenly trying to make some sort of love connection with him in hopes that he would be their soulmate. half of them didn’t even have their soulmate marks yet.

wyatt wouldn’t have minded if it was because they wanted to be with him, but he knew it wasn’t that. his sister was the alpha werewolf, making him second in command. they wanted his power and his position within the pack. he knew that if willa had received a mark then all of this attention would be on her, but willa had already found a soulmate in a-spen. that’s what wyatt wanted. not some sort of forced relationship because of a magical tattoo, he wanted the kind of love that you would travel galaxies to find.

he sighed, looking away from his mark for the first time in what felt like hours. he was sitting on the top of the wolf-den, under the stars. when he was little, he would sit up here and try to make words and shapes out of the stars. he looked up at the night sky, inspecting something new for the first time all day. soulmates were supposed to be written in the stars, right? maybe he could find a clue up there…

“BOO!” came a voice from behind him. wyatt jumped, startled, then let out a sigh of relief when he saw it was only y/n, his best friend since they were pups.

“what is it with you and scaring me?”

y/n shrugged, sitting down next to him, “it’s fun.”

“yeah, for you.”

“shut up, you know you love me.”

wyatt looked back up at the stars, raking an exasperated hand through his hair.

“you’ve got that look about you again.” y/n nudged him with their shoulder.

“yeah… it’s-“

“the mark? dude, it’ll be fine.”

“i know, but… why did it have to be me?”

“don’t complain so much, you’ve got 20 age-appropriate werewolves trying to jump your bones. even waverley is trying to get a piece of you, and waverley is hot. who wouldn’t want that?”

“me, y/n. also, gross - don’t talk about jumping bones. i’m having a crisis here.”

y/n leaned back on their elbows, “yeah, but you need to lighten up - what better way to do that than to be wildly inappropriate?”

wyatt chuckled and looked at the rocks below him.

“see, there’s a smile!” y/n nudged him again, “and hey, at least you know now that you have a soulmate. i’m 18 in like… a month. i’m still in the process of wondering if my soulmate even exists.”

-

the weeks passed quickly. there weren’t many 18th birthdays so soon after wyatt and willa, only waverley - the really good-looking it-wolf of the pack. no mark appeared on waverley’s hand, to wyatt’s secret delight. waverley was cute and all, but he wasn’t interested. the werewolves that had tried to make a love connection with wyatt had all given up, deciding that it was a whole lot of work for something that wasn’t even that important. he was relieved in the end; he had started to get real sick of hugging.

it felt like no time had passed until it was the night before y/n’s birthday. wyatt was looking all over the wolf den for his friend, nowhere to be found. it was late, everyone else was asleep. he stepped outside of the cave when he heard a frustrated sigh from above him. he didn’t even have to look before he knew that he had found y/n. wyatt climbed up the front of the cave, hoping to scare the birthday wolf. he was met with a pebble to the head as he jumped up.

“ow?? why are you throwing stones??”

“sorry wy, i’m not having a great time up here and there are a bunch of loose rocks.”

wyatt clambered up and sat himself next to y/n. “every year, i forget just how much you hate birthdays.”

“why do birthdays have to be so weird? i don’t want all the attention on me. it’s gonna be so much worse this year with these stupid soulmate marks…”

“it’s really not that bad. plus, there’s like 6 of us with markings, so it’s not even a common thing.”

“i guess you’re right… i mean, i don’t know how i feel about even, like, the concept of soulmates. like, to be tied to one person for the rest of your life? i’ve never even been in a relationship. that’s terrifying.”

“yeah, i hear that. i don’t know, i hated it too when i first got it. i kinda find comfort in it now, though. like, there’s someone out there who is for me and will understand me and look out for me, and they’ll be there for the rest of our lives. something about that is reassuring, don’t you think?”

y/n scoffed at that. “it’s creepy! ‘ooh, we’re soulmates, i don’t know you and you don’t know me but i’m gonna love you and be there for you forever and ever and ever until we die’.” y/n shuddered, “super creepy.”

wyatt couldn’t help but laugh. “don’t be such a drama-wolf. it’ll be fine.”

y/n smiled, but the smile quickly faded into a melancholy sadness.

“hey,” wyatt started, “don’t be worried. soulmate or no soulmate, you got me. i’m here for you. nothing’s gonna change that.”

he could hear y/n’s silent tears in the night-time silence. wyatt put his arm around his dear friend, and y/n’s head sank into the crook of his neck. they sat like that for a while, until wyatt noticed a glowing golden light out of the corner of his eye.

“hey, what’s that?” he asked. y/n sat up, and the light moved. wyatt looked at his hand, and the delicate marking on his hand was shining a stunning ethereal gold. it looked beautiful. he heard y/n gasp gently, looking at the mark that had appeared on their own hand. y/n checked the time on her phone.

“12.02am. it’s my birthday.”

“you have a mark.”

“we didn’t even notice.”

“you have a mark.”

y/n tore their eyes away from the marking, which was now glittering a more subtle gold.

“it was-“

“i can’t believe-“

the two laughed lightly as they talked over eachother.

“this whole time,” wyatt began, “this whole time, i’ve been worrying who my soulmate could be. i didn’t even think… y/n…”

“we’ve been inseparable since, like, forever. god, it was the most obvious thing in the world! are we stupid?”

they laughed, revelling in this new and exciting feeling.

“we’re idiots.”

they looked up at the night sky once again, entangled in each other’s arms, and wyatt could swear he saw a glimmer of y/n’s smile gazing down at him.

[harlowarchives]

And if you’re confortable a sexting text au would be great 😊😊

texts with 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤!

AHHHHHH! WE ARE SO BACK! hi babies! ive missed you guys so much how are we doing? good i hope :) soooooo this text au was sum cute next im gonna write but this first because ya! i love you

also 18+ guys

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[stoned-writer]

So Loved - Jack Harlow

summary - just jack lovin on his girl

warnings - fingering ! use of daddy ! public !

word count - 497

a/n - this is totally self indulgent

MINORS DNI 18+

You and Jack had been seeing each other for a while now coming up on 8 months. 

One thing that really surprised you in your relationship with him was how affectionate he was, and lord the PDA.

He had this constant need to always be touching you in some way, shape or form.

There was this time when the two of you were at the mall joined by Urban of course, you drug the two of them into some store neither of them can name but somehow Jack ended up in the dressing room with you oh no. Urban knew all too well what was about to happen so he quietly snuck out before the shenanigans began. You had been trying on a dress for an event the two of you have coming up, Jack was seated on the small bench, legs spread apart, eyes trailing over your body in the tight black dress you had chosen. “What do you think baby?” you mindlessly ask him not realizing he’s practically drooling. 

After noticing he's been quiet for a minute you turn to face him and find his eyes full of lust, immediately you feel the wetness in your panties, he finally snaps out of his daze when he realizes you're looking at him, he stutters for a moment “uh-shit it’s perfect mama, y-you look absolutely perfect” he motions you over to him with a simple nod of his head and like usual you comply not being able to resist him. 

He sits up to slide his hands around your hips to your ass, you slide your arms around his neck and play with is curls a little, knowing how much he likes that. He brings one of his hands down to slip under the dress to feel the wetness seeping through your underwear, he moans at the feeling, “fuck baby always so wet for me” you moan at the feeling of his large hands slipping into your underwear, “uhh-shit yes baby all for you.” He slips two of his fingers inside you, still holding you close with his free hand. You throw your head back at the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out “f-fuck daddy the feels so good p-please dont stop” he squeezes your ass and groans at the name “shit honey such a good girl for daddy I’ll never stop” you feel your orgasm approching quickly and you know he can feel it too. “J-jack shit I’m gonna c-cum” “I know mama I know go on let it go for me” and with that the dam breaks and you cum gushing all over his hand. 

He slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them up to your mouth, you comply and lick his fingers clean as he groans at the sight. “Fuck baby such a good girl for me” before either of you could make another move Urban is knocking on the door, “yall better get outta there because everyone just heard you.” 

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : Instagram AU

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yourusername Life has been crazy lately, but we’re still here 💘

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alizemiaharlow THE PARENTS 🤞🏼

ezharlow Life has been kicking our asses, mostly dads 🤷🏼‍♂️

jackharlow Here you go…..

cassiewyatt ARE YOU GUYSSS BACK FROM VACATION????

yourusername Cass baby, you’re literally on our driveway 😂😂

cassiewyatt I knowwwww I want to make sure you guys were back lol

user1 WEVE MISSED YOU GUYS OMGGGG

user2 THE HARLOWS ARE BACK?????

user3 MOM AND DAD!!!

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jackharlow Did you miss us?

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ezharlow YES

ezharlow NEVER AGAIN LEAVE ME WITH YOUR DAUGHTER!!!!

alizemiaharlow 🙄 You’re so dramatic.

cassiewyatt 🤣🤣🤣 oh the amount of tea I have for you guyssss. But yes, we did miss youuuuu guys 🥺

jackharlow We’ll catch up on it all Princess.

claybornharlow Is this bad timing to let you know one of your demon spawns crashed y/n Supra?

yourusername EXCUSE ME WHAT?

cozane CLAY 🤦🏻

jackharlow It was Ezequiel wasn’t it?

ezharlow WHAT? MEEE? WHY DOES IT ALWAYS HAVE TO BE ME??

druski It always is you. you came into this world to humble your dad 🤣🤣

jackharlow 🙄

claybornharlow So definitely not EZ

ezharlow HA IN ALL YOUR FACES

jackharlow MIA???? IT WAS MIA???

alizemiaharlow *blocked & runs away*

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alizemiaharlow The night everything changed 😭 MOM IM SORRYYYYYYY

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cozane Never again please

alizemiaharlow 🥺 I’m sorrryyyyyy

selenosunni 🤦🏼‍♂️ Scared us half to death

cozane Had me sweating and shit

urbanwyatt Wait why don’t I know about this?

urbanwyatt WHAT HAPPENED?

ezharlow How do you not know this? Doesn’t she tell you everything?

urbanwyatt APPARENTLY NOT

alizemiaharlow 🙄 Stop instigating cheesy

claybornharlow Ok let me clarify, she didn’t crash crash, a curb got in her way and it scratched up the tires and rims and a little pit of the paint.

ezharlow & if you know my mom, you know ever since she was a teen she wanted a Supra (thanks Paul Walker) so when dad bought it for her on their 6th year anniversary, she’s been putting in work and drives it on special occasions.

alizemiaharlow Way to make me feel even worse

yourusername I don’t care about the car, as long as YOU are okay Mia.

ezharlow Wait so can I keep it then since you don’t care about it?

jackharlow 🙄 NO

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ezharlow Today consisted of dropping off Goblin at the shop, and then taking the demon spawns out for ice cream- they picked out their outfit 🔥

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alizemiaharlow Demon spawns have style🔥🔥

jackharlow goblin and my babies looking 🔥🔥🔥

cozane what are you doing to goblin?

ezharlow Tunin’ it a bit

user if I had rich parents of course I would ask them for that car

ezharlow Gag on you my parents didn’t buy it for me.

claybornharlow Ace Sebastian and Arya Lizeth Harlow 🥺 the ones who have me wrapped around their little fingers.

alizemiaharlow Same & they know it 😩

user did you get that car with your mommy money

ezharlow Nah, with your daddy’s money.

user he probably doesn’t even know how to drive it.

ezharlow Ask your mom

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[sinsandsuccubus]

Fire & Ice - Urban Wyatt

Context: Like a moth to a flame.

Genre: smut

Word Count: > 1k

Pairings: Urban Wyatt x Fem!Gf!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ! Sexual activity, cunniligus.

a/n: I got high, took one look at this photo, and got horny. This was the end result.

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Please DO NOT ENGAGE if not older stated age. Reader’s discretion is advised. I am not responsible if YOU CHOOSE to continue.

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Masterlist ☽☾

“Oh my fuck, Urban…” You moaned, tilting your head further up towards the ceiling. You could feel your legs begin to shake, body convulsing with pleasure.

“Mhmmm.” Urban called out into your pussy, sending vibrations up the flesh.

You groaned, whining slightly as he replaced his mouth with his fingertips, rubbing on the sensitive bud.

You hated the fact that he put this blindfold over your eyes, limiting one of your senses. And so, you couldn’t notice the ice cub tucked in his lips, sucking on the frozen cube as he began to lap at your clit.

Your body jolted from the bed, Urban using his hands to pin you down to the bed.

“Fuck Urban, please. You’re gonna make me cum. You’re gonna make me cu-.” You couldn’t finish your sentence as your body jolted once more, a swift change from his cold lips to the warmth of his tongue, body growing hot like a flame.

“Mmm.” He moaned once more into your swollen cunt, pulling back as soon as he felt you beginning to pulse around his tongue.

“Urb-“

“Not yet baby, not done playing with you yet."

This continued to go on and on, Urban pushing you closer and closer to the edge, before pulling you right back down.

You swore you were going to implode if he continued this any long. However, that was before he let out a final moan, fingers filling your swollen pussy before the cool sensation on your clit.

He had taken the final ice cube and tucked it between his plump lips, rubbing it over your clit. You yelped, clenching the sheets around you. The contrast between the heat of his tongue and the cold of his lips brought you closer and closer to the edge, faster than you thought.

“Urban, baby I’m gonna-“ He pulled the ice cube back in mouth before mumbling “cum”, immediately pushing you over the edge. You let out a silent scream, feeling your body spazz before letting out a broken moan.

“Good girl, good fucking girl.” He spoke, tongue still lapping at your folds.

You didn’t think you could cum as hard again until he pushed the ice cube into your pussy, body immediately begging to shake. Between the cold of the ice cube, and the warmth of his tongue on your clit, you were completely shoved over the edge, another orgasm shaking your core.

And as you came, the ice cube shot out of you, alongside the rapid fluids of your orgasm. You had squirted all over his mouth and neck, body jolting hard.

“Fuck.” Urban muttered, pulling away from your body and loosely rubbing at your clit with his hand, shaking a harder pulse out of you. Your legs fell hard against the mattress as you descended from your high, tugging at your boobs.

Urban kissed your cheeks and forehead, the space between you accompanied by sighs.

“Urban, that was- Holy fuck.”

“I didn’t know you could squirt baby.”

“Neither did I.” The two of you laughed, you leaning up to kiss his lips.

“I love you Y/N…… Y/N…. Y/N…?”

You came out of the trance hard, Urban pulling you back from your daydream with his voice.

“Y/N?” He snapped his fingers in your face, pulling you further to attention. You smacked his fingers out your face, him making a face in return.

“What?”

“I lost you for a second.” He spoke, placing a hand over his chest.

“Are you okay?” He spoke, and you immediately nodded your head.

“Just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“Last night.” You deadpanned, Urban’s eyes going wide briefly before a smirk appeared on his face.

“Is it my outfit?” You nodded your head, taking your tongue between your lips. He let out a small chuckle before he responded.

“Baby, I don’t even look that good. This outfit is basic as fuck.”

“You're hot Urban. In anything you fucking wear, you look hot. Hell, you could be in nothing but a pair of sneakers and boxers and I’d think you’d look good in it.” His cheeks began to glow pink, flustered before he spoke.

“Want to do it again tonight?” He deadpanned, eyeing you up and down.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[markspliers]

Can you write a fanfic for Zach Maclaren Pookie?

Your wish is my command - M

The One I Want To End Up With - Zach Mclaren x BlackFem!Reader - Part 1

Summary: Zach was in a biking accident that left him with short term memory loss. When you found him in the parking lot after being hit by a car you desperately try to wake him up… and when he does he thinks you’re his girlfriend… but that’s not the case.

Pairing: Zach Mclaren x BlackFem!Reader

Warnings: 18+, fluff, cussing,

authors note: Feel free to request anyone you want me to write for, i’m trying to come back to writing fanfics for yall so bare with me i’ve lost my touch a tiny bit. <333

i never wanted to date someone never had the urge to at that. my roommate always tried to encourage me to start having a dating life “y'all would look so good together”but i would never settle for the boys at our college.

“Hey do you have a book on Battle Toads” Zach walks into the bookstore that you work it. “Depends if your gonna hit me with that ball again” y/n Squints. Earlier that day y/n was walking around campus with a few friends when Zach kicked his soccer ball and hit her in the head.

“Of course not couldn't hurt a pretty girl like you” Zach's lips start to turn up into a slight smile. “What is battle toads anyways” Y/n rolls her eyes going on the computer to look the book up in the system

“The best fucking game ever” - Zach looks around the store “Never heard of it but we don't have the book you're looking for in-store you would have to order it I can do it for you if you want”

Zach approaches the register “that would be great actually ” y/n nods going the the computer doing the buying process. Zach stares at her noticing small details about her face. Her slight freckles, her eyes a light brown as they were being sun-kissed by the sunlight..

Y/n clears her throat for the 3rd times “excuse me” Zach snaps out of it “huh what” Zach questions focusing back at the main point “I need your card ” Zach pulls out his card and hands it to her.

“Come pick up the book tomorrow at 12” y/n orders the book for him “Thank you so much” Zach smiles before leaving the store. By the time y/n had realized he has left his card it was already out the door getting on his bike and riding away

Y/n runs out the store “Zach you forgot your card” y/n yells making him turn his head around “what” Zach yells back before y/n could tell him to stop and come back a car that pulls out of the lot hit him in his side making him fall off the back and hit his head hard on the concrete.

Y/n rushes to his side “Oh fuck fuck fuck someone call 911” Y/n picks up his head blood on her fingers. She starts to give him mouth-to-mouth. Zach starts to wake up groaning as he becomes fully aware of his surroundings “Jordyn baby what are you doing here what happened” Zach Sits up slowly his hand cupping y/ns face

“Im not who you think I am Zac-” Before she could finish his lips connected with hers

[zegrasdrysdale]

wyatt johnston x hughes sister

she brings wyatt home with her to the lake house for the summer and her brothers really getting to see the two’s relationship

[ michigan summer ] w. johnston

part of the “falling for a hughes” au

paring : Wyatt Johnston x hughes!sister

summary : once Dallas gets eliminated from the playoffs, Lizzy brings Wyatt up to Michigan to spend the summer with her at the lake house with Quinn, Jack, Luke, and some friends

warning(s) : making out, slightly nsfw (nothing too bad), implied sex

author’s note : finally got healthy enough to actually sit down and write something. this isn’t my best work but i didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging. there is a lil something that i added in memory of johnny gaudreau in this fic bc it felt like i needed to do a lil something for him. fly high johnny & matthew gaudreau 🤍 (this is not gonna be the only fic in this universe that takes place at the lake house btw)

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She didn't mind staying in Dallas while the Stars were playing in the playoffs. The Pavelski's opened their house to her so she didn't have to stay in a hotel until either they got eliminated or won the whole thing. It could have been two weeks or it could have been two months. Lizzy is forever grateful for The Pavelski family and everything they've done for her and Wyatt, especially knowing that Joe is most likely retiring now that the season is over.

Now though? She's excited to go to Michigan like she does every summer. This summer is a bit different in that she gets to bring her boyfriend with her. Spending time with her brothers and some of their friends is her favorite thing to do in the offseason.

They depart Dallas about three days after Wyatt cleans out his locker and does his exit interview. There's an extensive and very emotional goodbye between Wyatt and Joe at the airport. There isn't a dry eye between her and Sarah as they watch their boys say goodbye. Lizzy thanks Sarah for the both of them before she and Wyatt make their way through security to get on their plane.

The plane to Michigan is filled with naps and laughing with Wyatt until it lands in Ann Arbor. Quinn waits for them with a car outside the airport. Jack sits in the passenger seat. Lizzy and Wyatt hop in the back once their things are loaded in the trunk.

"What's up, Sling Boy?" Lizzy asks as she slides in behind Jack. "How is your shoulder? Ready to get back on the ice?"

Jack turns and looks at her. "It's healing fine," he tells her. "You know I would get on the ice tomorrow if I could, but doc says I'm not allowed to skate until I'm cleared."

She smiles and scoots as close as she can to Wyatt. Quinn glances at the two of them in the rearview mirror and says, "No funny business in my backseat. You two hear me?"

"Aye, aye captain," Lizzy replies with a salute. She rests her head on Wyatt's shoulder and closes her eyes.

Quinn drives off with the windows down and she feels the Michigan air on her face. She feels like she’s finally home after a long season by being surrounded by all the people she loves in the place she loves.

The drive is about a half an hour long. Luke waits for the group on the back deck along with Seamus Casey, Ethan Edwards, and Mark Estapa. He greets his little sister with a hug. Lizzy says hi to his friends as she grabs her things from the car.

They walk into the house and Luke body blocks the stairs as he looks between his sister and Wyatt. “I want you to know that the walls are very thin and I am the room right next door to you two,” he tells them, his eyes more on Wyatt than her. “I don’t wanna be woken up at three in the morning because of the two of you. Got it?”

Lizzy’s cheeks get hot like all the blood from her body shoots to her face. “Luke, please,” she pleads. “This is so embarrassing.”

“You didn’t hear the conversation Pavs had with me after you went home after I introduced you to the team as my girlfriend,” Wyatt tells her. “That was embarrassing. This is just your big brother looking out for his sanity.”

Luke moves to the side. “It’s not a warning,” he says. “It was just a heads up that the walls are thin. I’ll sit you down later with Jack and Quinn to have The Talk.”

“Oh my God,” she gasps as she runs up the stairs. Wyatt laughs behind her as she runs into her usual bedroom. The door shuts when Wyatt is inside.

She opens the window to let the cool air into the room. It's a crisp 75 degrees with a breeze on the lake right now, which is a lot cooler than the weather she was faced with in Dallas the last few weeks. She sits on the bed and watches Wyatt look around her room.

The room is slightly bigger than her brother's rooms. Quinn has a room on the first floor, Jack and Luke share a room next door to her, and her parents' room is down the hallway. There are two guest bedrooms that Ethan, Seamus, and Mark are splitting.

She's updated her room over the last few years so it doesn't look like a childhood bedroom and has a more "adult" look, but she couldn't bring herself to pull down the One Direction posters that have been on her walls for ten years. The walls are still light pink from when she was 12 and she asked her father to paint them because she loved the color pink.

As she grabs her suitcase to unpack her things, Wyatt laughs. "Cute room," he comments. "Didn't know you were such a fan of pink."

"I was twelve, you asshole," she laughs. "I was obsessed with Barbie too. My whole room was pink at one point. Sheets, blankets, lamp. I had pink fairy lights around the mirror. All I wore was pink. It was really bad.”

Wyatt comes up from behind her and drapes his arms around her waist. “I would’ve loved to see that,” he tells her. She rolls her eyes with a smile on her lips while she continues to unpack her things.

“You would’ve thought I was a nerd or something if you knew me back then,” Lizzy explains. “We wouldn’t have been friends, Wyatt.”

“I like to think we would’ve been friends, or more, no matter how old we were or in any universe,” Wyatt mumbles next to her ear. Lizzy turns her head and looks up at her boyfriend. “I don’t think anything would stop me from knowing you.”

She lays out a shirt on top of the already forming pike and turns in Wyatt’s arms. He leaves his arms where they are as she drapes her arms around his neck. “Sap,” she teases.

“Duh.”

The pair share a laugh before Lizzy pulls him down to her level as an urge to be close to him suddenly overwhelms her. She gently claims his lips in a kiss that starts soft. It doesn’t take very long for the soft, gentle kiss into a heated, needy kiss.

Hands begin to roam over and under clothes as the kiss grows hotter. Wyatt pushes her onto her back on the mattress and he follows her as he climbs over her. She pushes his hair out of his eyes and decides that he’s not allowed to get anything more than a trim because she’s grown used to his longer playoff hair. She was already upset when he shaved.

Lizzy wraps his legs around his waist to keep him where he is as Wyatt’s lips leave hers to attach to her jaw. She bites her lip to keep herself from making any kind of noise. “Wyatt,” she sighs. “Gotta unpack.”

“This is more fun,” he tells her, lips brushing the sensitive skin on her jaw under her ear. Wyatt pulls back and meets her eyes. “Please? I spent all my time after we lost moping or packing my things or at the arena to clean out my gear. I rarely got to see you.”

He isn’t wrong. The first day after they lost, he moped in his room despite her, Joe, and Sarah trying to get him to come out. The second day he packed up his room. The third day he did his exit interview and was at the arena to clear out his gear. Then it was back to packing and looking for a new place to rent for next season with Logan. She rarely did get to see him.

That’s the only reason she says, “One round. Quick before my brothers come looking for us.”

“Deal.”

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A half an hour later, they can barely keep their hands off each other while they finish unpacking. Lizzy gives him half of the closet and one drawer for his things. She lets him take as much of the bathroom counter space as he needs since he doesn’t need much, and he does what he can with the space that’s left in the shower for his supplies.

It takes them an hour longer to unpack than it normally would because they get so caught up in each other. There was a five or ten minute interval where they stood in her bathroom making out. Lizzy called it a “much needed break” to justify it.

The pair leaves her room about two hours after they get to the house. Lizzy’s hand is in Wyatt’s as they walk down the steps to find her brothers, Ethan, Seamus, and Mark. The six of them sit around the living room when she and Wyatt walk in. Luke and Quinn have controllers in their hands and Chel is on the television.

“Predictable,” she comments as she leads Wyatt to one of the chairs adjacent to the couch that isn’t in use. Her boyfriend sits in the chair and she makes herself comfortable on his lap. “Do you guys play anything else besides hockey?”

Jack looks over to her. “Do you do anything besides your boyfriend?” he retorts. “I mean, two hours to unpack? We got bored waiting for you two to get done.”

She rolls her eyes as Wyatt drapes his arm over her thighs and she wraps an arm around his neck. “I had a lot of things,” she lies. “Sorry.”

Her older brother hums a “mhm” and turns his attention back to the game that’s being played. Luke is playing as Columbus and Quinn is playing as Calgary. Quinn has a tight two-to-one lead over his youngest brother. Being Luke’s twin, Lizzy takes his side and roots for him to win the game.

Wyatt and Jack play a round after Luke sneaks into the lead and wins three-to-two after scoring two goals late in the third period. Some good old fashioned Devils versus Stars in Newark. Lizzy turns on her brother and roots for Wyatt. Jack gives her a look every time Wyatt score and she cheers.

At the same time, Wyatt sees and experiences firsthand how competitive the Hughes siblings are because Jack begins to play dirty despite his shoulder being in a sling. Lizzy fights for Wyatt so he can focus on beating Jack.

"That all you got, Johnston?" Jack asks when Wyatt hits one of the Devils players -- she's pretty sure it was Jack his player hit -- and he goes down.

"Focus on your game, Hughes," Wyatt retorts instead of Lizzy. "Maybe you wouldn't be losing right now if you scored instead of trying to psych me out when you’re already at a disadvantage because of your shoulder."

Lizzy's jaw drops at his comeback, Quinn and Luke burst out laughing, and the Michigan boys smile. Jack sends him a glare and tries the Michigan goal with himself, and fails.

At the next stoppage, she leans into Wyatt’s ear and whispers, "That was kinda hot." He smiles and scores another goal to make it four-to-two going into the third period.

When Jack loses, he starts claiming that Wyatt cheated. “Lizzy was definitely helping him!” he accuses. “I mean, come on!”

Quinn claps his younger brother on the good shoulder and says, “I hate to break it to you, but Wyatt won fair and square.”

“I want a rematch.”

“And I want to go on the boat before it gets too dark or cold out,” Lizzy tells the group. “Wyatt’s never been on the boat either. I don’t know how to drive the boat so someone has to come out with me. Dad never taught me how.”

Her boyfriend puts his controller down on the table and taps Lizzy’s thigh so she moves. Lizzy stands up and looks around the room before she turns to walk out of the room. Quinn follows first, then Luke. The Michigan boys are next. Jack wallows in his loss.

When she gets to her room, she grabs one of the one piece suits that she packed. She’s not going to waste a bikini on a mid-70 degree late afternoon when she’s here all summer long. It’s a solid black piece with a very low cut neck that shows off a lot more cleavage than her brothers would probably like. Wyatt doesn’t seem to mind when she wears this bathing suit. He matches her with a pair of black swim shorts and one of his Stars hockey shirts with a 53 on his chest. She throws one of the shirts she stole borrowed from Wyatt before leaving the room.

The boys are down on the dock by the time she and Wyatt get outside. Quinn is in the driver’s seat and the rest of the group is scattered in the back. She and Wyatt find a place to sit next to each other, then they’re off.

Lizzy laces her fingers with Wyatt’s and rests her head on his shoulder while her boyfriend converses with her twin brother. Her eyes are closed and she listens to the two of them talk about the playoffs and how great Wyatt’s performance was.

“We couldn’t stop cheering for you guys,” Luke tells him. “Especially you. You were a point machine, Wyatt. Gave playoff McDavid a run for his money. You most likely would’ve passed him had you guys moved on to the Cup finals.”

A small smile forms on her lips as she hears her brothers all compliment Wyatt. She knows what their words mean to him. Not only are they coming from a Calder nominee, a top forward, and a top defenseman in the NHL, but they’re coming from his girlfriend’s brothers. Their words mean a lot to Wyatt, and he’s told her that nearly a dozen times since February.

The cool late afternoon Michigan air feels good on her skin after being in the humid 90 degrees in Dallas for the past month and a half. The breeze coming off the lake whips through her hair. Lizzy feels herself begin to relax as the boat bobs up and down with the waves. Quinn steers the boat into deeper lake water before they anchor so they can swim.

Luke immediately is in the water when Quinn drops anchor. Ethan and Mark are right behind him. Jack sits on the boat with his feet in the water since he’s still not cleared. Wyatt jumps in with Quinn and Lizzy sits beside her older brother. Seamus sits on his phone behind them.

She looks over at Jack and asks, “How are you really? I feel like I haven’t asked you that enough since you ended your season early to get surgery.”

With a shrug and a sigh, Jack replies, “Frustrated that I can’t do much until I get cleared. Hopefully that’s in two weeks or else the cover shoot is gonna be jeopardized in July. I need to be able to fully skate, take passes, shoot the puck. Do all that in full gear and uniform. I feel good but I’m frustrated that I feel good and can’t do anything.”

“I’m sorry, Jacky,” she says with a frown. “I will say that I am glad you’re taking the doctor’s advice to rest and do your physical therapy without pushing yourself. I know you want to get back on the ice with our brothers but I am glad you’re not pushing yourself to get there.”

He looks over at Lizzy. “I want to have a healthy season,” he explains. “I haven’t hit the one hundred point mark yet because of injuries. I could’ve hit it in the 22-23 season, but I was out with injury for a handful of games. Then last year I was on pace for it then was out for nearly twenty games. It’s incredibly frustrating to be so close but so far, you know?”

She nods but in reality, she doesn’t know. Lizzy played hockey and she’s good, but not good like her brothers. She wasn’t going to the PWHL, but she’s occasionally been on the US national women’s team. There was never any pressure on her like there are on her brothers and her boyfriend. Yes, her last name is Hughes, but she’s never been under that pressure of being a Hughes since she’s decided to go into college and temporarily suspend her hockey career.

The boys splash in the lake and Quinn is trying to drown Luke, but Lizzy’s full attention is on Jack right now. She drapes an arm around her middle brother’s neck and pulls him into a gentle side hug. “Love you, Jacky,” she tells him. “No matter what.”

Jack rests an arm around her waist and his head on her shoulder. The pair of siblings stay like that for a few moments, watching their brothers and friends in the lake.

She watches Wyatt swim up to the boat. He treads water in front of her and asks, “You coming in on your own or do I have to drag you in here?”

“Don’t you dare touch me, Wyatt Johnston,” she warns him as she lets her brother go. “I swear to God, you won’t like it if you pull me in the water.”

A mischievous smirk forms on his lips. Wyatt glances over at Jack. Lizzy looks over at her brother as he shoves her into the lake with his good arm.

She gasps and holds her breath as she goes under the cold water. Her head breaks through the surface and she looks up at Jack in the boat. “You’re so lucky that you’re hurt or I’d be pulling your ass into the water,” she tells him.

Jack sticks his tongue out at her. “That’s what you get for helping Wyatt beat me at Chel,” he retorts. “Enjoy the water, baby sister.”

A pair of arms wraps around her waist and she spins. Lizzy is face to face with Wyatt. He kicks them away from the boat and she wraps her legs around his waist as he kicks but drops them as soon as he stops. She wraps her arms around his neck.

Water droplets roll down his face from his hair. His blue eyes are brighter as the sun reflects off the water. Lizzy can’t help but smile at the sight.

“Is it bad at that I think it’s hot that you’re soaking wet in my t-shirt?” he questions. “Because all I can think about is how it’s going to hug your body when you get onto the boat and I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.”

She smiles and plays with the wet hair on the back of his neck. “Only you would find me hot in a wet t-shirt,” she teases. Wyatt laughs and pushes a wet strand of hair out of her face. “I mean, come on, Wyatt.”

He pulls her closer to him by her waist until their noses touch. Her chest is flush against his. “Sorry that I find my girlfriend hot,” he mumbles.

Lizzy barely rolls her eyes before Wyatt captures her lips in a tame kiss. She reciprocates with the same gentleness as Wyatt had. Her hands slide to his jaw and she cups his face.

One of Wyatt’s hands slide into her hair and he cups the back of her neck. The kiss deepens very slightly when she tests the waters and licks across Wyatt’s bottom lip. Wyatt grants her full access and she takes advantage. A quiet hum bubbles from Wyatt’s throat. It’s only loud enough for her to hear.

Wyatt’s free hand slides up the shirt she’s wearing and rests it on her ass. She giggles into the kiss that follows.

“Ayo!” Luke shouts from twenty feet away. “Keep it PG! We don’t wanna see you trying to eat our sister’s face, Wyatt!”

She waves him off without breaking the kiss. Wyatt just laughs against her lips before he pulls back. “Are they going to say something every time I touch you?” he asks.

“Probably,” she admits with a soft smile. “I don’t think they’re used to the fact that their baby sister has a serious boyfriend. This is the first time you’re spending more than a day or two with them.”

Wyatt smiles. “Guess I’ll just have to keep it PG then,” he teases.

“It’s okay to push it to PG-13 sometimes,” she tells him. “They’ll get used to it.”

“Hope so,” Wyatt says. His voice lowers for a second as he continues talking. “Because I like touching you like I am right now with my hand on your ass.”

He gives her butt a little squeeze and she laughs. “I can’t stand you,” she lies.

“Mhm.”

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Cheered Up

Jack X Urban's Little Sister Reader

Summary- After Gazebo festival is cancelled, you find a way to cheer Jack up.

Jack was laying on the couch with his head in your lap, Urban and a couple other people sitting on the couch across from you. You were running your hands through Jack’s hair. Gazebo Festival day 2 had just officially been canceled. Everyone was understandably upset, but you didn’t see a point in sitting around and being sad, you always took on the role of trying to cheer everyone up and that’s exactly what you were going to do.

“C’mon, let’s do something fun, there’s no point in sitting around doing nothing,” You said, Jack reached up and grabbed your hand, playing with your wedding ring.

“But what if I’d rather just stay here and do nothing,” Jack said, and you sighed. 

“Do you remember the first year I went with you to Forecastle?” You asked.

“Yeah, when our parents said we could go by ourselves if we brought you and Clay,” Jack teased.

“Okay, those details don’t matter. But remember how we snuck in that year-”

“And you had a panic attack because you didn’t realize we were sneaking in,” Urban interrupted.

“Again, details don’t matter. But Sunday night after the last headliner, we all went bowling and then ended up all sleeping over at Urban and I’s house?” You said, and Jack nodded. “What if,” You said, getting everyone’s attention. “We went bowling, and then we come back here and had a sleepover, just like we did the first year we all went to Forecastle. We just act like kids again, we focus on Gazebo Fest another time, we can’t change anything now, so why not make the best out of it.”

“But the weather,” Jack argued.

“It’s clearing up, and it’s not supposed to get bad until later tonight, we’ll be back here before it gets bad again.”

“I think she has a point,” Clay agreed with you. Jack sighed dramatically before letting your hand go and sitting up.

“Fine.”

As against the idea as he was, Jack ended up inviting some of the artists that were in town for Gazebo fest to come bowling with you. You all got a little too competitive, but you won one game, so you were happy. Jack suggested picking up dinner before everyone went back to the house.

After everyone ate, everyone sat around your and Jack’s living room, your dog curled up in Jack’s lap as you laid your head on his shoulder. Everyone voted on a movie to watch when the weather picked back up. 

“Thank you,” Jack whispered to you, kissing the top of your head.

“For what?” You asked.

“For today, cheering me up. I think we all needed it. You always know when I need to be cheered up and just how to do it.”

“Of course, I’ll cheer you up another way later,” You said and Jack laughed, the two of you immediately being shushed by some of your friends.

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[jackmanbj]

pinkie

summary: you and urban have been together for 3 months, you ask him to pay for your nails but only in one condition.

you- urby babyy!

urby🎈- yes baby?

you- you know i love you so, so, so, so much right?

urby🎈- what do you need babe?

you- can you please pay for my nails? ill give you head after

urby🎈- ill pay for them only if you get the base the color of my tip😂

you- jesus you get on my damn nerves, send me a picture of the tip so i get the exact color wyatt.

urby🎈- love you more.

‘urby🎈 send one attachment’

you took the picture and zoomed in making it unnoticeable on what it was and headed into the nail techs house.

you went into your nail techs house and ran into her room jumping on her bed and cuddling into her.

“bitchh!”

“girl your smushing me!!” she wheezed out as you slid off her.

“ANYWAYS!” “what style you getting?”

“ok uhmm..my man told me he’d pay for my nails IF i get his tip color..”

“AHHH BTICH YOU DOING IT??”

“uhm of course. so the base is going to be the tip color, and on top of the base i want pink frenchies, then i want flowers no french on my thumb, middle and index.”

“well gotdamn, but alright lets go.”

you both got up and started making your ways into the room she does nails at.

you and your nail tech are very close, so you both sat down while she did your nails and just talked about any and everything, your boyfriends and mostly people who you both didnt like.

half way through your nail set urban called you.

your nail tech answered and put it on speaker for you.

“urban dont say anything embarrassing, your on speaker.”

“babe you tell your nail tech everything, ill be surprised if she doesn’t know how big my dick is at this point.”

“I DO!” kenya (the nail tech name) yelling into the phone.

“BABE WHY!”

“oopise!”

you quickly but carefully hung up on urban while you and kenya laughed together.

after about 30 minutes urban knew it was about time to pick you up being as thorough you had to catch an uber because he was busy.

urban picked you up and paid kenya as you hugged her goodbye.

urban got into the car after you and immediately asked to see your nails.

you showed him as he grinned ear to ear noticing it was the exact color match and his initial was on your ring finger.

“baby we gotta put these nails to good use huh?” you looked down at your nails before looking back at urban.

“only if you pay for my new wig install, AND, you have to pick me up and bring me ‘cause the uber felt weird!”

“fine, mamas you know you’re spoiled?”

“im not!” “you are babes, you dont like to drive, you do pay for nothing, you dont work, AND YOUR A PILLOW PRINCESS!!”

“one i dont even know how to drive! two, you never let me pay! three, you work i take care of the house. plus you dont want me to have to work. AND IM NOT A PILLOW PRINCESS FOR THE LAST TIME WYATT!!!”

“ok baby whatever you say.”

urban kissed your cheek and started driving.

you on the other hand opened up your passenger seat had your name in pink cursive with glider in it.

“urban, this is so cute! your going to make me cry..”

“glad you like it ma, i got more surprises at home, just wait.”

[chukys-mouthguard]

Birds of a Feather

2.3k words

Featuring: wyatt johnston x female reader

Genre: fluff, slight angst

Summary: you never wanted summers with wyatt to end

Note: this has been in my drafts for i think 2 months, i figured I’d finally post it 🙈

Summers in Toronto were always something to look forward to. But even more so when they meant that Wyatt would be home.

Despite that also meaning his team had been eliminated from the playoffs, you always looked forward to summers with Wyatt. Whether it was taking the boat out on the water, relaxing by the pool, joining him for offseason workouts; your summers revolved around one another.

Having been friends since you were 13, you’d grown up around one another. Went through your awkward phases of puberty around each other, shared your first kiss due to a horrid game of spin the bottle that was played at one of Wyatt’s teammates while his parents were out of town.

And now, the two of you both 21 years old, were in that weird friend-situationship as you liked to refer to it. You weren’t dating, but weren’t not dating. It was beyond complicated.

Though neither of you had ever fully confessed your feelings, you both knew they were there. And everyone around you could see it too. But the risk of potentially losing one another should things go south scared either of you from ever taking things a step further. So instead, every summer was yet another opportunity to see how things would play out should you to take that step. Only to decide at the end of summer that you two weren’t ready, or Wyatt needed to focus on the upcoming season.

You never argued or tried to push Wyatt in the direction of taking your relationship to a new level, not wanting to ruin what you two had. But you often wondered what he was scared of, or why he felt you two wouldn’t work out.

Letting out a sigh as you wiped your brow, you’d finished rinsing off your car after giving it a much needed wash. The birds having a field day leaving you surprises all over it at the beach.

As you’d turned off the hose, you heard the blare of country music coming from the down the street. Smiling to yourself you knew that could only mean one thing.

“Wyatt Johnston!”

Running to meet him at the bottom of your driveway, he couldn’t climb out of his car fast enough. Spinning you in his arms as he held you tight. Lingering there for what felt like forever.

“Oh, you’re washing cars? Care to do mine?” He playfully handed you his keys as he pulled up a chair from the garage, resting his hands behind his head with a smile. “Really Wy? You’re here for 30 seconds and you’re already being a pain in my side?”

“Oh come onnn, I’ll take you out on the boat tonight?”

He knew you could never resist a boat day, the idea of relaxing on the water with a cold drink in your hand. Plus Wyatt in nothing but his swim trunks, you couldn’t turn that down.

“Fine! But you better be supplying the drinks too!”

Returning to the hose, you turned it on before lugging it down the driveway. Rinsing off Wyatt’s car before turning to look at him. Eyes closed, resting his head back as he relaxed in the shade. He really made it too easy for you to mess with him.

As you came around the backside of the car, you pointed the hose in his direction, spraying the boy from head to toe earning a yell from him.

“Y/n! Oh you’re dead now!”

Sprinting from the chair he chased you around his car, stealing the hose from your hand as he drenched you as payback. “Okay, okay, okay! I think you got me back Wy!”

He retreated up the driveway to shut off the hose, laughing hysterically at you standing there dripping wet with a grumpy look on your face. He grabbed a towel for you from inside the garage before discarding his shirt and laying it on the driveway to dry.

You wrapped yourself in the towel as he pulled up a chair for you to join him. His hair now slightly damp, a few water droplets falling to his chest and slowly trailing down to his abs. You tried your best not to stare, but you couldn’t help it. He’d definitely been working out during the season, and it showed. Compared to last summer he was definitely in the best shape you’d ever seen him in.

“You know if you were trying to get me shirtless, you could’ve just asked?” Wyatt laughing as you quickly averted your gaze, looking anywhere but him, embarrassed that he’d caught you.

“Yeah I was staring at your patchy chest hair, guess it’s a good thing you’re playoff beard didn’t look that rough.”

He shook his head at your attempt to deflect from what you were truly looking at. The two of you catching up before Wyatt bid you farewell.

“Okay, give me like 2 hours to get some things together and then it’s boat time baby!!”

You simply laughed at him as he danced down your driveway before climbing back into his car. Peeling off down the street with his music blaring once again.

-

“Wyatt, toss me another beer!”

You laid back, propped up on your elbows catching sun as you watched Wyatt toss Tucker a can from the cooler. He laughed as Tucker missed and the can fell into the water.

“Maybe that’s a sign he doesn’t need another beer.” Wyatt shook his head with a smile as he sat next to you, then laid his head on your thigh as he closed his eyes. Your fingers playing with the wisps of wet hair on his forehead, a slight smile on his lips as he felt your touch.

The two of you could lay in each other's company for hours without a word. Being close to one another was enough for the two of you, though you’d preferred to have your hands on one another. Wyatt was a big physical touch guy, giving or receiving. It was his way of showing you how much he cared, that he was paying attention, that he was comfortable around you.

“I can’t believe I get the whole summer to do this with you.” Wyatt spoke as he relaxed further into your touch.

“I know, maybe we’ll get lucky and it’ll never end.”

He softly chuckled at your words, but you weren’t joking. Deep down you truly didn’t want this summer to end, despite it only just beginning. And not the boat days, or laying in the sun. You meant your time with Wyatt. To be close with him like this. To feel like you two were finally more than just friends, and have that last more than just the few summer months. You wanted this feeling year round.

The day had come to an end, Wyatt bringing the boat in while you cleaned up from the day’s festivities. He smiled in his seat as he watched you tucking a stray hair behind your ear, picking up empty beer cans Tucker had left scattered about.

This was what Wyatt adored about you, always so selfless and caring. Being the first person to volunteer to help with something, even if that was cleaning up beer cans you’d never touched.

As you made your way around the deck, checking to make sure you didn’t miss a thing, you felt Wyatt’s arms snake around your waist. Pulling you into his lap as you playfully protested.

“Wy! I’m almost done, you can’t have these cans sitting out here all night they will get gross in the sun tomorrow.” He groaned against your skin, his grip not letting up as you finally surrendered. Dropping the trash bag next to you, you turned around and straddled his waist, making yourself more comfortable as he smiled up at you.

“Thank you.”

Scrunching your face in confusion, you left out a soft laugh, “for what?”

His smile only growing bigger at your innocence, “for being so amazing, for being you. I don’t think my summers would ever be the same without you.”

Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks you dropped your gaze, his words sending a wave of warmth throughout your body. Though you couldn’t help but wonder if this was all it would ever be for you two, just summers of fun and nothing more.

“Too bad you only have me for the summer.”

Playfully you joked as you ruffled his hair, still damp from his time in the water. His smile fading slightly as he watched you resume cleaning up the deck. Once finished he hosed it down, before the two of you headed to Wyatt’s car, then home.

The drive home was quiet. On one hand you were exhausted from the baiting excursion, but on the other you were still thinking of your words to Wyatt. How they’d gotten no response from him. Surely you thought he might make some smart ass remark, or say you weren’t just his for the summer. But nothing.

Wyatt picked up on your silence, assuming you were just tired. He rested a hand on your thigh, brushing his thumb over your now sunkissed skin as he stole a quick glance at you. No reaction.

“Everything okay?”

Humming a response you continued looking out the window, your own thoughts distracting you from Wyatt as you tried to not get worked up over something that in his eyes was probably so small.

He didn’t want to push you to talk, instead taking back his hand as he turned his attention fully to the road. Wyatt hated seeing you upset, especially if it was his fault. He hated even more when you wouldn’t talk to him, and he was forced to wrack his brain for a possible explanation.

Not wanting the night to end with anything left unsaid, he took a quick left, before pulling into the parking lot of an ice cream shop the two of you practically kept in business the last 4 summers with how often you’d frequent the place.

Before you could question anything, Wyatt was out of the car and headed to the counter, placing an order for your usual treats. While he waited for the ice cream, you hopped out of the truck, flipping down the hatch for the bed as you climbed up, kicking your feet as you waited for him.

Smiling proudly he walked across the parking lot with ice cream in hand. Handing you yours before he climbed up to join you.

“Why the sudden pit stop?”

Playfully smiling, you swiped your tongue to catch the ice cream that was dripping down the edge of the cone. Wyatt shrugged as he copied your action. “I mean, can you be mad at me after I buy you ice cream?”

Letting out a sigh you immediately protested. “Wyatt, I’m not mad at you.”

“Y/n…you act like I haven’t known you since we were 13. You’ve been upset with me since we got off the boat. So, I’m sweetening you up to get some answers out of you.”

Wyatt flashing a smile at you, making you melt like putty in his hands. The two of you sat in silence, eating your ice cream as you tried to figure out where to begin with answering him.

“I just…is this only gonna ever be a summer thing? With us?”

He hummed a confused tone of a response as he wiped some of his ice cream from the corner of his mouth.

“No, I don’t know. It doesn’t have to be, I just. I feel like its safe to keep this to just the summers.”

“Safe? What does that mean?”

Wyatt tosses his last bit of his cone to the ground as he sighs. “I don’t know, I mean, you don’t think I want this to last longer than summer? Of course I do! But, is long distance fair to you? What if things aren’t the same? The last thing I want to do is ruin our friendship by us trying and I end up hurting you.”

Now tossing your ice cream to the side you reached for his hand, trying to stop his babbling. “Why would you end up hurting me?”

“Because during the season I might not be the same guy. I’ll be focusing on games, and traveling. I just feel like in the summer it’s easy to commit to you and I…I want to try. Believe me I do. But I’m scared that I’ll fuck things up, that I can’t be the same guy for you. And I’d rather have summers with you than nothing at all.”

His hands now holding your face as he rested his forehead on yours. The two of you sitting in silence as you tried to reassure him that he was wrong.

“Wy, you can’t be scared of something that hasn’t even happened yet. All we know is summers together, and while I absolutely love summers with you. I hate when they have to end.”

He smiled as your hands entangled with his, “Me too.”

“So then let’s try Wyatt! I mean, I know this summer just started, but let’s make a promise to each other to not let summer end. And when you leave me to go back to Dallas, we will keep things going.”

You could see a nervous look in his eyes, despite his smile.

“And, if I fuck things up? You promise not to hate me?”

“Wyatt, I don’t think I could ever hate you. And I reallyyyy don’t think you’ll fuck things up.”

A mischievous look coming across his face as he looked down at you, “you say that now, but I hate to say that you have too much faith in me. I’m bound to fuck something up along the way.”

“Well thankfully, it’s only the first day of summer so we’ve got plenty of time until that happens.”

Wyatt picked you up from the bed of his truck, spinning you around before setting you down on solid ground, stealing a kiss from you in the process.

“You promise this will be okay? And even if I mess things up, cause I’m sure I will, you’ll work through it with me? Because, I don’t think I could stand to lose you.”

Holding out your pinky, you smiled up at him.

“I promise.”