#blurb weekend

[corrodedhawkins]

So I keep reading perv!Eddie recently...don't judge me 😂

And I had thoughts. Eddie has the hots for the reader, like pop a boner anytime he sees them kind of hots. How would he handle that? Would he go and handle it? Would he try to control himself? Would he try to sneakily get off somewhere he could still see you?

I'd love to know what you think 😈

You are not the only one who has been reading perv!Eddie, trust me 😈

Warning: perv!Eddie, swearing, male masturbation. 18+ minors DNI

Eddie was fucked. Totally, and completely fucked. It was Tuesday night, and you had come over to get ready before tagging along to the Corroded Coffin show at The Hideout.

When you walked in wearing a tiny black skirt and a top so low cut he was scared you were going to spill out of it, he knew he was in trouble.

He excuses himself to the bathroom while you did your hair and makeup, having popped a boner the second he saw you in that outfit. He slams the door shut and takes a deep breath, willing his erection to go down.

He stands with his back against the door, eyes closed, trying to think about anything other than burying his face in your cleavage. Or between your thighs. Or-

“Hey, do you have an extra hair tie?”, you yell from Eddie’s room.

He feels his cock kick in his pants at the sound of your voice and swipes his hand over his eyes in frustration. He reaches down to palm himself through his jeans, hissing as the already sensitive head scrapes against his boxers.

“Bedside table!”, he answers. His erection is never going to go away with you around unless he gives in and takes care of it. He undoes his jeans and shoves them and his boxers down, groaning as his fingers wrap around the base, squeezing gently. He watches as a fresh bead of precum bubbles from the slit, using it to slick himself as he pumps his fist.

As much as he wants to savor this, to take his time and think about dragging you back to his van after the show and fucking you until you scream, he’s pressed for time. He twists his wrist on the upstroke, head falling back against the door with a loud thud.

“Eddie? Are you ok?”, you call. You stood in front of his mirror on Eddie’s dresser, adding the finishing touches to your makeup.

“Y-yeah! Fine, I’m fine!”, he answers. His cock throbs at the sound of his name on your lips. He groans and tightens his grip, hips thrusting up into his fist.

You finished getting ready, packing up your makeup back and hairbrush before slinging your bag over your shoulder as you make your way into the hallway.

“Eddie! C’Mon, we’re going to be late!”, you shout, knocking on the bathroom door.

The slick sounds of his fist flying over his cock echo through the small bathroom, and he prays you can’t hear it from outside the door. “Ok! I’m coming. Fuck, I’m coming.” Eddie bites his lip to keep from moaning as he cums over his fist. He reaches out and grips the edge of the counter to steady himself, afraid his legs might give out as he catches his breath.

He washes his hands and makes sure he doesn’t look completely wrecked before opening the door. He’s greeted with the sight of you still in the pretty little outfit, now all dolled up. He feels his spent cock start to stir. Yeah, he’s fucked.

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson x reader #blurb weekend #Melissa writes #perv!eddie blurb #perv!eddie munson #tw: noncon

[alonetimelover]

"I can't stop thinking of you" for Harry maybe?

Also, your writing is really so so great🫶

"I can't stop thinking of you."

pairing: Harry Styles x booktuber!reader

summary: YN and Harry had loved each other for months. The thing was, none of them was brave enough to admit it. So what happened when Harry found the courage and YN made a mistake the night before?

word count: ~1,4k

warnings: mentions of sex (nothing explicit), angst!, heartbreak, and some feels from Harry

a/n: Thank you so much for requesting and your lovely words!

blurb weekend prompts blurb#1

booktuber!reader: part 1 part 2

Well, YN never was good with dealing with her emotions. There were always two options: run from it or make a decision that you’d regret the next day. She tried to take option one all the time, but making mistakes was engraved in her life story (like in anybody else’s). Lately, or should it be said, yesterday, she made a mistake she felt was going to ruin her most valuable relationship - her friendship with Harry. 

“YN, please. Don’t tell me you went home with him,” her best friend screamed into the phone. 

YN looked over her shoulder, gazing at the man sleeping in her bed. The duvet was placed over his lower body, exposing his muscular back painted with black tattoos. His curly hair was splayed across one of her least favourite cushions, creating a brown nest. In a good way. 

“And what if I did?”

“Did you look at him even once last night?!”

She moved out of the bedroom, closing the door after herself, so as to not disturb the sleeping man. 

“Of course I did,” she scoffed. 

“So you know what you did.”

YN sighed into her phone. Of course, she knew what she did.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

YN moved around the kitchen taking things out of the cabinets and fridge to make some breakfast. She started her newly bought express, needing some caffeine. If she was going to get through this phone call, she needed as much help as she could get. Well, then she would need to face the man from the bedroom, but it was a task for a ‘future her’. 

“You slept with Harry’s doppelganger!”

Right. In her bed was a sleeping 6 feet tall man with darkish brown hair and tattoos almost all over his body. In the club last night, she couldn’t distinguish more details than those, but she needed something, someone to help her forget him. The appearance closer to someone she was attracted to was just a plus. 

When the lights were illuminating the man's face she knew how ironic it all was. His cheekbones were high and sharp just as his jawline perfectly accented. The dimples deep into his cheeks whenever he was sending her that white smile. And those green eyes. Right there, she deep down knew he wasn’t there to help her forget about Harry. No. He was there to somehow be him, to make her feel as if he could ever be hers.

“They look nothing alike,” YN lied, sipping her coffee, cursing after burning her tongue. “Fuck.”

“You’re either blind or delusional. I don’t know what to tell you.”

“You’re very supportive, babe.”

“I’m not going to support whatever you’re trying to do. It’s a mistake, YN. Trust me.”

“How do you know?” She raised her voice. “Maybe it’s good for me. I slept with him, it was great. And now I can forget about Harry and move on with my life.”

“You can forget about Harry?”

“Easy. Done.” 

YN placed the coffee mug on the counter with a thud, spilling half of it. She really was over the talk. She decided to have sex with that man, and she did. She didn’t regret it and didn’t lie about it being great. The man, Henry (yes, she knew fate was really messing with her) treated her right. She had a very good night. It was all about the consequences. She didn’t want them to become clean. And all the talk she was having was writing those mistakes with black ink on paper. 

“Is it? Is it that easy to forget about the man you’ve been in love with for months?”

There it was, period on paper. 

And before she could answer anything, there was a sound of knocking echoing through her flat. 

“I need to go. Someone’s at the door. Can we please meet up today?”

“Of course. My place at 5. You bring wine, I make dinner.”

“Okay. Love you, bye.”

After hearing the good bye back, YN moved across the room and towards the door. After unlocking it, having made sure that her bathrobe was covering everything it could, she opened the door. 

Fuck you, fate. 

“YN.”

“Ha- Harry. Hi. Uhm, what are you doing here?”

Now, she felt even more exposed. Couldn’t it be her noisy neighbour or the courier with the delivery she had been waiting for for days? 

“Well,” he started slowly, immediately halting in thought for a moment. “I don’t really know. Can I come in?”

“It’s really not the best time.”

Puzzles had been slowly being put together in his brain. After waking up today and seeing YN’s post on instagram he felt part of his heart breaking. He covered his feelings for her deep inside, praying for them to never come up. He put on the role of a best friend and was proud of it. He could never jeopardise that friendship. YN was somebody that he knew his soul was searching for. 

“I just need a few minutes.” 

“Maybe during lunch? At that bistro you’d talked about?”

“YN, please.” 

He knew that if he didn’t say anything right now, he’d never do it. When the courage was still in his veins, he had to use it. Whatever would follow, that would be his fate. 

“I can’t stop thinking of you. You’re in my mind when I wake up, looking up at the ceiling you sprayed with that wine, thinking that I should really paint it. You’re in my mind when I make breakfast, because of that time when we were doing it together and you got the email about your grandad’s shop being sold to you. It always makes me smile, thinking how happy you were at that moment. You’re in my mind when I’m driving down to Chesire, pointing out all the yellow doors you were so infatuated by, when you drove to mum’s with me. You’re in my mind when I fall asleep, remembering how many times I held you in my arms and felt whole. And- and I can’t do any of those without thinking of you. You’re engraved in my mind. In my heart.”

Harry took a deep breath and finally looked at YN. Her eyes were glossy, looking at him with that look he could never distinguish and put in any category. The one thing he admitted to not know about her - that look. 

Through his whole monologue she couldn’t take her eyes off of him. She was in his mind. She was something that he couldn’t possibly forget. She was his. And that feeling, that love for him was beaming from her eyes. The look of love. 

“Harry, I-”

“You don’t need to say anything, really.” He started rambling, somehow embarrassed that he had let himself out like that. “You don’t need to say that you feel the same way. I can deal with rejection. It’s okay. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come.”

“No. Stay,” she said immediately, reaching for his hand. 

She felt the electricity going through Harry’s palm to hers and straight to her heart. She looked into his eyes, searching for any grain of doubt in his feelings, finding none. 

“Harry, I can’t express how long I’ve been waiting to tell you this.” She laughed, not believing that she was going to admit everything. “I lo-”

“YN?” 

Harry’s eyes moved from YN’s, landing at the source of the interruption. His hopeful eyes lost the spark in milliseconds. His smile faded and the grip of his fingers on hers, loosen. He was a fool, believing that she could feel the same. He felt betrayed. Even more when the stranger turned around and locked his eyes with Harry. 

Harry took a step back, diverting his eyes from the man and then back to YN. Puzzles were tossed on the ground and with each second stepped on, losing colour and making the outlines unreadable. 

YN looked over her shoulder, seeing Henry standing near her couch in nothing but his underwear. She wanted to think that ‘it couldn’t be happening right now’, but she knew better. The decisions she had made yesterday and regretted, backfired on her. The decision, which just now, was costing her the friendship she was so protective of. The love she was so afraid to fall into. It all was drifting away. 

“Harry,” YN whispered, trying to find the words to explain the situation. 

“It’s okay.” Words, like venom, were sipping out of his tongue. Even Harry didn’t like the way it sounded or the tone he used. “No need to explain. I think you have someone to get back to. Have a good day, YN.” 

And just like that he was gone. And so were their hopes that it all could have turned out the way they dreamed about. 

Fate really was heartless.

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles x you #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles angst #booktuber!reader #blurb weekend

[mothdruid]

Hi my lovely abby! For your birthday blurb weekend celebration I’d like to request this storm prompt: ⋆ "come here, i'll keep you safe. swear." With Anakin please and thank you❤️❤️hope you have the best day and happiest birthday! Love and hugs💕

Safe

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x afab!reader

word count: 900

a/n: ps. sorry if there are any inaccuracies with my star wars lore. i haven't watched anything star wars related in years. my love for anakin only recently resurfaced

A shudder ran through you as you listened to the unrelenting storm outside. The rain was pounding down outside, thunder clapping frequently with lighting following shortly after. It was making it hard to sleep. Each loud clap of thunder was frightening you back awake. Every shock of lightning illuminated your room.

Kamino was nothing but an endless ocean. As someone who grew up on Mandalore, it was hard to be okay with this watery landscape they called a planet. Especially with how severe the storms were. You had had the occasional storm on Mandalore growing up, but nothing like this. You were surprised the buildings were still standing above what.

Being sent here felt almost like a punishment. You knew it was necessary, but hell. The only thing making it better was the people you had been sent there with. Obi-wan had been the one to ask for you, which apparently Anakin encouraged. When Ahsoka said that you couldn't help the flutter in your chest.

You weren't sure what it was, but there was just something about Anakin that made your heart beat a little faster. The two of you had been on one assignment together. That was the beginning of it all, and now you could barely get him out of your mind.

Ever since the storm had started you wondered if he was like you. If he was staring at the ceiling, hoping for some calm. Or if he was fast asleep, the storm barely even noticeable. You closed your eyes, mind wandering to more thoughts of Anakin. Just as your mind was wondering if he was in his normal sleep ware. His broad chest cover by nothing, only a loose fitting pair of black pants on his waist.

Boom! Crack!

You sat up that time, chest rising and falling quickly. You dug your nails into your palms. Tightness tugged at all of your muscles. You needed to do something else besides just laying there. Without another thought you got up and headed to grab your robe.

After putting your robe on, you opened your door and moved into the hallway. At least in the hallway the storm didn't sound as loud. You didn't have a plan in mind. At this point, if you needed to walk around the halls all night to feel better you would. So, that's what you did.

The halls were empty, except for the occasional guard. Your foot steps were being drowned out by the sound of the storm outside. Hell, your thoughts were starting to become drowned out by the noise. You were starting to wonder how any of these guards were staying focus with all of the noise.

While lost in thought you rounded the corner of the hall, hoping to continue walking. Instead you were met with another body. The two of you bumped into each other, obvious that neither of you were really paying attention. Strong hands steadied you, keeping you up straight as you regained your balance.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry," you started apologizing immediately, ready to start hear some guard yell at you. It never came though.

"Hey, it's okay," a familiar voice said.

Everything started clicking into place in your mind. The strong hands and chest, soft yet firm voice. You had slammed directly into the man who had been plaguing your thoughts all night so far.

"Anakin, I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention," you apologized again.

"Like I said, it's okay," a soft smile was on his lips. "What's got you up this late anyway?"

"Oh, I just am having a hard time sleeping," you tugged the front of your robe around you a little more.

Anakin was exactly as you had imagined him. Black robe, black pants, no shirt. Tonight really just wasn't your night. First the storm and now him.

"Is there any particular thing keeping you up?" His tone had a bit of concern to it, something that wasn't too common for him.

"Oh no, not real-"

As if the storm knew what you were about to say, a loud boom of thunder clapped outside. You tilted your head inward, drawing away from the loud sound as your body tensed. Anakin's hand on your arm tightened a little bit, as if he was still trying to keep you up right. Lightning flashed and leaked in through the windows of the hallway.

"I don't like the storm either," he whispered reassuringly.

"I'm just not used to them like this," you started, "not with the water and everything. It makes me worried."

"Worried?"

"Yeah, like what if it gets too bad and something happens?" The nerves were making your voice shake a little.

"Come here, I'll keep you safe. Swear."

Without warning, Anakin's arms slipped around you and pulled you into him. The soft skin of his broad chest was pressed against your cheek now. You let your arms wrap around him, holding him in a similar embrace that he had you in.

The two of you sat there like that long enough for another loud boom of thunder to occur. That time when you tensed Anakin was there, arms wrapped tightly around you and holding you close. His embrace almost made you forget about the storm, the loud noise being the only thing reminding you now. Even the lightning had ceased to exist with face nestled into his chest. For the rest on the night the storm didn't bother you.

thank you so so much for asking for my boy ani!!! i really hope you enjoy this fluffy blurb<3

don't forget to send blurbs in for my birthday event!

birthday blurb weekend!

#moths 26th #blurb weekend #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fluff #anakin skywalker fluff #star wars fluff #star wars fic

[slafkovskys]

Being friends at Michigan with Adam but dating Luca

“luca, have you seen my-” you can’t even finish your sentence before your boyfriend appears in the doorway, dangling your necklace between his fingers, “where did you find it?”

“you put it on the nightstand before we went to sleep last night because you were too tired to go and put it in your little jewelry case,” he has a playful smile on his lips as he crosses the short distance and comes to stand behind you. he drapes the dainty golden heart that he had gotten you for your six month anniversary in between your collarbones and struggles with the clasp momentarily before he makes a noise of satisfaction. the matching heart that he wore on his wrist glimmers in the light as he wraps his arms loosely around your waist and rests his chin atop your head, “y’know, we could just hide in here today. say the food from last night made us sick or something.”

“after we were both raving about it and convinced everyone to go again tonight?” you quirk an eyebrow and he hums, “nice try, buddy. besides, we already showed our very healthy faces at breakfast and adam would give us so much shit if we miraculously came down with something that quickly.”

he huffs as you unwrap his arms from your waist so that you could walk back out into your shared bedroom, “why did you have to be my brother’s best friend?”

“to ask me that question, i would have to counter with why you wanted to date your brother’s best friend?”

that was the thing, when you had first started looking at colleges, your parents had sat you down and pretty much laid down the law:

1. you’re going to get your education, not to party

2. pick one that’s reasonably close to home, for their sake

3. don’t go to college with a boyfriend, that never lasts

and you, as an eighteen-year-old, decided to enroll in a college with a semi-notable party history, that was almost five hours away from home (but in another country! your mother stressed with a hand on her forehead), and lastly you were following your best friend in his path.

though in both the fantilli boys’ defense and your own, when you had committed to michigan, luca wasn’t part of the plan. he had quite literally fallen into your lap in the middle of a darty four days into the fall semester and ever since then, the two of you had been all but attached at the hip.

and that’s how you found yourself in italy as the summer began to wind down with your two favorite boys and their parents.

you start to dig through your suitcase in search of a swimsuit having already decided to utilize the pool for the day. you feel luca’s eyes on you as you change and you point to the towel that rested on the sink behind him, “hand me that please.”

“i seriously think that we should stay in here today,” he hands you the towel, but pulls you in close, pressing his lips to your neck. “you look too good to share with anybody.”

“why invite me to come on vacation if you’re not going to share me- oh absolutely not,” you slap his arm when his teeth get involved. you send him a look, “not with your family here.”

“i can be quiet if you can be quiet,” he waged, making grabby hands at you.

you roll your eyes, “if you can be on your best behavior for the rest of today we’ll see, but until then i’m going to be at the pool.”

you leave him pouting and maybe if you swing your hips a little more when you walk out of the room, well that’s your business. when you get downstairs, you pull open the sliding doors to find adam splashing around by himself, “that’s kind of sad, actually.”

he whips his head around, “shut up. you’re supposed to be my entertainment but luca keeps stealing you from me.”

you make your way over to a lounge chair and lay out your towel, “remember when i agreed to come, you promised me that you would be nice about it and share me?”

“i had you first,” adam whines, wading over to where you had set up shop. you open your mouth to say something, but before you could, you hear the sliding door open and adam makes a noise of disapproval, “oh my god, you’re matching. can this get any worse?”

“what?” you turn your head to find luca walking towards you, a smug smile on his face and swim trunks the same color as your swimsuit on his bottom half. you cover your mouth with your hand, “you did that on purpose.”

“i knew it that it would piss mr. ‘i had her first’ off,” he sits down on your lounger and makes himself comfortable between your legs, resting his head on your stomach. you push his sunglasses down to cover his eyes before running a hand through his hair, “thank you, baby.”

“oh i’m going to be sick,” adam shakes his head as he pushes away from the side of the pool, “and i’m not pissed. i’m just embarrassed that she’s got you that wrapped around her finger.”

“don’t act like you didn’t make me do a couple’s costume with you one year because your girlfriend broke up with you and it was too late for you to get your money back, fantilli,” you raise an eyebrow at your best friend and he shoots you a glare as luca laughs. “keep talking shit and i can keep spilling secrets. i’ve got fifteen years worth.”

adam splashes both of you with water before ducking under the surface. with a satisfied smirk on your lips, you pat luca’s chest, “remind me to tell you about the time that he thought your mom’s car got stolen when he wasn’t supposed to be driving it and reported it to the police and everything, only to find out he just forgot where he had parked it.”

“oh, i absolutely will.”

#luca fantilli #blurb weekend

[born-to-lose]

prompt 29 & 52 with slash from the prompt list #15!

I feel so bad for letting you wait for over a year and also because it's not even good 😭

This week's date was you and Slash going to the zoo and taking a few photos while he told you random facts about most of the animals you could see there. Obviously, you spent a lot of time in the terrarium area as he talked about which snakes he had owned as a pet as well as some of their characteristics and idiosyncrasies. Well, that was surely not worth any less than a guided tour with a zookeeper.

Near the end of your tour, you walked past the restrooms, where Slash tightened his grip on your hand and suddenly pulled you into a stall. You grinned as he pushed you against the wall, crashing his lips into yours while locking the door with his free hand.

"Oh, so this is also on your bucket list of public places to fuck?" you asked cheekily.

In response, he just smirked and went down on his knees. "Kind of."

He pushed your skirt up and dragged your panties down your legs, taking them off before he added, "Don't try to be quiet, there are a lot of wild animals here so it shouldn't make any difference if there are two more to be heard."

You would have laughed at that remark if he didn't immediately push your legs apart and wrap his lips around your clit, which made your eyes roll back in your head and grab his curly hair. He moved his tongue up in one slow stroke, making you sigh shakily and desperately buck your hips into him.

As he continued, you lifted your foot and put it on the step trash can to give him better access. He tightened his grip on your thighs, dipping his tongue into you and curling it upwards. You let out a moan that instantly became louder the moment he started humming, sending vibrations through your body.

"Don't stop," you murmured, feeling all dizzy as you felt your climax coming closer and closer.

He briefly pulled away to reply, "Do I look like I would?"

You bit down on your lip in an attempt to suppress the moans before remembering that Slash had specifically told you not to be quiet and letting out a loud moan as you came.

Your legs were threatening to give out before he picked you up and let you sit on the toilet lid for a moment to come down. With a proud look on his face, he wiped his chin and handed you your panties.

Once you caught your breath, you stood up and unlocked the door. "I hope your celebrity status keeps us from getting barred," you whispered before leaving the stall with him.

#first attempt at writing smut in ages failed lmao #mel writes #slash #slash x reader #slash imagine #saul hudson #saul hudson x reader #saul hudson imagine #guns n roses #guns n roses x reader #guns n roses imagine #blurb weekend #ask #anon

[so-writing]

8. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while..." or 10. "I've seen the way you look at me when you think I don't notice." with Gabe Landeskog

blurb weekend 2

You’re not usually nervous around the players. It’s been several months since you started your job working with the Avalanche’s social media team and you’ve since gotten pretty comfortable around them.

Well, most of them. Almost all of them, all except one.

Enter your silly crush on the captain himself.

For the most part, you’re able to keep it together and avoid blushing insanely hard when you’re sitting in front of him asking him questions about his superstitions and game day rituals. 

You did your best to pretend like it was just fluff, but you hung onto every word Gabe said when describing the certain he tied his skates and how he took his coffee a specifically different way than he normally would when the Avalanche were in the playoffs. It was supposed to be silly and light content to cater to the younger audience, being that most of the stuff you worked on was posted to TikTok, but it felt so much heavier than intended. 

It felt like you were really getting to know Gabe, and learning those tiny, intimate details that no one really cared to know. You cared, though it was just enough to not make yourself look completely obvious. 

The thing was, you weren’t stupid. You knew you were much younger than he was and that he was happily married with children and that you didn’t have a shot in hell at getting anywhere near him. That didn’t mean you couldn’t secretly lust over him, which you did quite often. 

Your day was panning out to be pretty damn normal when you stepped up the elevator doors and pressed the up button. Not even thirty seconds passed before the ‘ding’ of the up arrow lighting up alerted you to the doors opening before you. 

“You going up?”

“Yeah.” 

“Me too, what floor?” 

“Eight.” 

“Me too.”

You surprised yourself with how easily you spoke to Gabe. It wasn’t often that you were completely alone with him, much less in a tiny metal, rapidly moving capsule. 

“Are you interviewing me?”

“I think so, yeah.” 

“Hm,” Gabe pondered as he reached up to scratch his beard, “you want to prepare me a little bit for the questions?” 

“Not really,” you kind of chuckle to yourself before you realize who you’re talking to and quickly try and turn it around, “it’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I just can’t. Not allowed, you know?” 

“I get it,” he laughs easily while your heart swims in your chest.

The lights in the elevator flicker a few times before going out completely as the cage grinds to a loud halt. 

“Uh,” you manage to only get out a single half word before panic takes over and you realize that you’re trapped in a tin can suspended by who knows how many feet over absolutely nothing with Gabriel fucking Landeskog. 

If this were a normal situation and the elevator hadn’t simply fucking died, you’d be admiring him from not very far away at all, but you were too caught up in your own shit to even register that you were alone with him. 

“Fuck, oh shit,” you sink to the ground and pull your knees into you before wrapping your arms around them, “I can’t do this. I can’t fucking do this.” 

You’re too busy panicking over being trapped in the tiny space to realize that Gabe has dropped down next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. 

“I’m actually going to lose my fucking shit. I’m pretty sure my head is going to explode. Oh god, my head is going to explode all over the captain and the police will take photos and there will be evidence of my fuckin’ head exploding all over the goddamn captain, holy shit!” 

Gabe chuckles slightly but you don’t hear it because you’re too deep in your own thoughts. 

“Hey,” he’s finally able to break through, “you’re going to be fine. We’ll be fine.” 

His voice brings you back to earth and almost immediately sends you into an entirely new panic. 

Gabe is so close to you that you can feel his breath on your cheek. His arm is wrapped around you and your legs are touching and you’re pulled out of the current situation for just a moment because he’s so close to you.

The euphoric feeling ends quickly when the elevator shifts slightly where it hangs and you scream like it’s plummeting to the ground. 

“Hey,” Gabe tries to soothe you, “relax. Look at me. Let’s talk a bit.”

Ten minutes pass as you exchange easy conversation with the captain before his phone rings. He’s quick to answer and hang up. 

“Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while,” he doesn’t sigh but you can hear the fatigue in his voice. 

You sigh audibly and he chuckles a bit, it’s contagious and you start to laugh too. 

The two of you laugh together for a few minutes at your current situation before Gabe clears his throat, “look, I don’t want to embarrass you, but I've seen the way you look at me when you don’t think I notice.”

At that moment, you desperately want the elevator to drop to the floor and catch on fire when it lands. You want nothing more than to get as far away from Gabriel Landeskog as fucking possible. 

Whatever higher power there is has heard you because the lights flicker on, the cage rumbles to life before slowly descending and the door opens to the main floor of the building. You hastily thank Gabe and run out of there as quickly as possible. 

Thank him for what, you had no idea. You do know though, that you were incredibly embarrassed he’d caught you and hoped that maybe he’d suddenly get amnesia and forget who you were entirely. 

No chance of that, because despite your electrical delay, you still have to interview him.

-

bit of a preview :)

#nhl imagine #colorado avalanche imagine #gabe landeskog imagine #blurb weekend #hockey imagine

[tboygareth]

got the idea in my head of the party clocking the steddie tension and bullying eddie about it so this happened | 1.7k | rating: g or t, depending on how you feel about swearing

“I’m gonna need you two to either quit that or get your shit together and make out already.”

Eddie drags his eyes away from the door at the top of the basement stairs that Steve’s just closed on his way out to pick up Max and El, back to the task at hand, the table in front of him, his lost little sheep taking their places around the table in the Wheelers’ basement. It's Erica that spoke up, her eyebrow raised in a condescending kind of way that Eddie’s not sure if she learned from her mother or from Steve.

“Hey, watch your fuckin’ mouth,” he chastises, a little belatedly, a lot unnecessarily, and very obviously a deflection from the meat and potatoes of what she said.

It’s not just little Sinclair watching Eddie anymore; they’re all peering expectantly at him like they’re waiting for an explanation. Well, they’re not gonna get it. This little dance that he and Steve are doing - if it’s even a dance at all - is nobody’s business but their own. 

It’s been months now and it’s driving Eddie out of his goddamned mind but it’s not like he’s going to talk to the fucking kids about it. Jeff and Grant have been pretty receptive about the whole thing and Eddie’s talked both their ears off to the point of annoyance. Gareth won’t even give him the time of day anymore when Eddie starts in on talking about Steve.

It’s just that he and Steve have had this little back and forth going for a few months now, where they’ll flirt and Eddie will just start to think that maybe’s he’s got a shot and then Steve will back away. And then they’ll go a few days without talking and they’ll be back at it with a vengeance, picking on each other and making suggestive comments and very intentionally checking one another out.

But then Eddie’ll see Steve laying that same charm onto every girl that walks into the video store and snap back to himself. The mixed signals make him want to scream a little bit. One minute he’s psyching himself up to ask Steve to come back to his after work, maybe watch a stupid movie and make out on the couch, but then he reminds himself that he’s fucking delusional and Steve is just like that. He’s a flirt, and the way he flirts with Eddie doesn’t mean anything.

But the kids are still watching him, still waiting for an explanation about the way he and Steve were just gazing at each other as Steve climbed the stairs to leave, and so Eddie sighs.

“It’s nothing, okay?”

“Right,” says Henderson with a roll of his eyes and a shrug of his shoulders. “Which is why you two can’t stop making those lovesick faces at each other and flirting with each other, and why neither of you can ever shut up about each other.”

“Steve talks about me?”

“Jesus Christ,” Mike mutters. He’s tipping his chair back, balancing it on two legs. It’d be so easy for Eddie to just… tap it with his foot, send little Wheeler to the floor.

“Anyway!” Eddie says again, clapping his hands together. “It doesn’t matter! It’s nothing! Stevie’s just… like that. Y’know? With everybody. Let’s get to work, we’ve got a campaign to get through, no reason for us to be wasting time talking about Steve Harrington. Right?”

“Wait,” Will cuts in. His smile is a little mischievous, a little mean, and suddenly Eddie doesn’t remember why he likes the littlest Byers as much as he does. “You think Steve acts the way he does with you, with everybody?”

“Yeah. We’re friends. He’s… flirtatious. It’s not a thing, y’know? It’s just. A thing.”

“So you really think he willingly stuffs four teenagers in his car every Friday night to drop us off here, and then goes back out to pick up two more teenagers to bring them out here because…? Friends?” Lucas is looking at Eddie like he thinks he might be ready to grow another head.

Okay. Fuck. So they’re actually talking about this. Eddie and a bunch of snotty little kids are about to talk about his fucking crush on their babysitter. Jesus Christ.

“Listen. We are not discussing this.”

Will ignores him. “If you like him, ask him out.”

“And ruin a perfectly good friendship, baby Byers? I think I’ll pass. Besides, him and Nance…”

“Are long over,” Will insists, leaning forward and putting his arms on the table. “She’s still going out with my brother.”

“Like I said,” Erica cuts in again, “I need you two to suck face already or cut it out. We might be kids but we aren’t blind.”

“Please, he doesn’t even like me like that.”

“Are you kidding?” Dustin again. It’s like a game of round robin, each kid around the table lobbing questions and insistences at him in turn. “How can you say that, Eddie? The way he looks at you, the way he talks to you. He spends his Fridays here, in his ex-girlfriend's basement, to spend time with you. Don’t you see the way he watches you?”

“He just… I tell a good story.”

Mike lets loose a scoff and a sigh that could very well shake the foundations of the house around them. “I don’t even like Steve, but yeah. He treats you different. Special.”

“I already told you - he flirts with everybody. He’s a flirt! That doesn’t mean that it means something.”

“Who else does he call baby?” Lucas asks him, deadpan.

“He has pet names for everybody.”

“No he doesn’t. Who else is he going around touching all the time?”

“Robin, who he does have a pet name for. He calls her Bird.”

“Because you started calling her Bird. He picked that up from you,” Dustin argues. “And yes, he talks about you. He asks about you when he hasn’t seen you in a few days. He mentions stuff you said. He had an Ozzy tape playing in his car today and when I asked about it, y’know what he said?”

“‘Eddie gave it to me,’” Will supplies with a smile. “And he was smiling when he said it. That weird smile he gets sometimes. You know the one.”

“The Eddie smile.”

Eddie’s mouth is dry. His head is swimming a little bit. His heart races. There’s blood pounding in his ears as he thinks about Steve listening to The Ultimate Sin in his car even when Eddie’s not around to tell him about the production of the album or explain the intricacies of the instrumentals. He listens to it because he enjoys the music Eddie’s shown him. He talks about Eddie to the kids, asks about him.

Eddie exists to Steve outside of the weekly campaigns at the Wheelers’.

Doesn’t mean Steve likes Eddie the way Eddie likes him, though. Eddie can’t let himself dwell too much on the possibilities of what that could mean. He’s been crushing for months now. It’s almost winter in Hawkins, and Steve’s started coming around to campaigns more and more often the closer to the holidays it gets; Eddie figured it’s because Nancy will be coming home for Christmas soon - she was just here for Thanksgiving and Steve spent most of that Friday upstairs with her instead of in the basement with Eddie and the kids. So Eddie just kind of figured they were reconciling… 

He’d moped about it after he went home, certain that he’d never have a chance with Steve in spite of his very big, very obvious crush on him.

The thing is, Eddie’s never been all that subtle in his affections. He’s a tactile guy as it is, but with Steve it’s like he can’t keep his hands to himself at all. He finds himself reaching out whenever they’re together, a moon orbiting a planet, and Steve is all too willing to be the gravitational pull that draws Eddie close.

But that doesn’t mean he likes Eddie.

Which is what he says to the kids. They’re still looking at him, waiting for his response.

“You are so blind, God,” Mike groans, covering his face. “We can all see the way he feels about you, and you’re so gaga for him it’s a fucking miracle he hasn’t asked you out himself. Jesus, we are all so sick of this shit.”

“Language, Wheeler.”

“Stop deflecting, Munson. If you don’t say something when he gets back here, I’m gonna tell him for you. We’re all fucking tired of this!”

“I don’t wanna hear it from you, of all people!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“If you don’t know then I’m not gonna tell you. Dumbass teenagers.”

There’s a flurry of footfalls above them, and then the basement door opens to reveal El and Max coming slowly down the stairs with Steve following close behind.

“Tense down here,” Steve smiles. “What’d we just walk in on?”

Panic rises in Eddie as Mike pins him with an evil smile and starts to open his mouth to spill the beans.

“Good news first or bad news first?” Eddie blurts out, holding out a hand towards Mike to shut him up.

“Uh oh,” Steve says. He pauses on the bottom step as the girls hover near the table. Steve’s eyebrows draw together, a little confused and a little concerned, and Eddie’s overcome with the urge to reach out and touch him. “Bad news first, always.”

“We were arguing about you.”

“And the good news?”

“Good news for you, either way. You have the option to prove them all wrong or severely gross them out.”

That crease between Steve’s eyebrows deepens. “What are you talking about?”

Well. Here goes nothing.

“The kids are all convinced you’re into me the same way I’m into you but I told ‘em that’s ridiculous. So you can tell ‘em they’re all idiots or you can come over here and kiss me, make ‘em all wanna wash their eyes out with bleach.”

Steve’s smile is slow to spread, but spread it does. It starts as a twitch in the corner of his mouth and his face softens. That twitch goes a little lopsided, one side of his mouth tipping up into an uncertain smile before it bleeds over onto the rest of his mouth, and he’s grinning. 

The Eddie smile.

It takes him no time at all to cross from the stairs to where Eddie sits at the head of the table and he drags Eddie up out of his seat.

“Guess we better get some bleach ready, then, baby,” Steve says.

And then he kisses him.

because you both asked to be tagged literally anytime i write something: @steves-strapcollection and @patchworkgargoyle - here, i wrote something

#bee's blurbs #steddie #anyway this was thrown together in like. an hour or so? #yeah i'm still working on wip weekend requests i just had to get this down before i forgot

[blanksbae]

For this weekend, send me a number and a player of your choice (check out @hereforbords for the people I write for), and I will write little blurbs this weekend. :)

#blurb weekend #send me asks #I have the next 3 days off #fanfic writing ask game

[itsgxsly]

𖦹OF PODIUMS AND KISSES

You thought some of the McLaren garage mechanics would almost jump in shock at your shout of excitement when Lando crossed the finish line in second place in his home race. But that didn't happen, everyone present there shared the same emotion at that moment. Lando's father hugged you almost in the same state as you and together with him you went to the fence to wait for Lando to come to you.

You laughed and cheered with the rest as Lando got out of the car with a whoop of glee, running over to where you were. He first jumped on top of his team that was waiting for him with open arms for the joint achievement they had made. After a few claps and applause from his team, Lando removed his helmet and balaclava, setting them aside before approaching his family. First I hug his father, and you saw that hug with some tears blurring your vision. Then came the hugs and kisses from his grandparents, who shared the same happiness as everyone else in the paddock. And finally there was you.

Lando had his eyes on you ever since he got out of the car and he couldn't wait to just have you close to him.

His arms immediately went around your waist and his head snuggled into the hollow between your shoulder and your neck, letting the weight of his body fall on you a little, as if having you close had make him realize how tired he was afterwards of the intense race. You noticed Lando sniffle, as if he was holding back the urge to cry there. You wrapped one of your arms around his back and with your other hand you stroked the hair on the nape of his neck, unaware that he was sweating after all.

When the time you considered necessary had passed, Lando separated and you took the opportunity to clean with your thumbs what you thought was a mixture of sweat and tears on his cheeks. It didn't take long for Lando to bring you closer to him again, this time to kiss you gently, although it was almost impossible because of the smiles on your faces. When you parted ways you spoke first, letting Lando relax for a few more seconds.

"You did it amazing, love" you said while you continued caressing his cheeks.

"Thanks baby," Lando said, his voice a little shaky. “But it has been everyone's thing. I did it thanks to the team and my family and you”

"No, Lando. This was all you. And I can't be more proud of you. We all are" you gave him another short kiss to reaffirm your words. You wanted to cry at Lando's words. You knew that he was more than capable of doing anything by himself and that today's result was entirely his own doing, but you loved that even so Lando always kept in mind that you were part of that small victory.

Soon Lando was rushed to the podium and although he didn't want to leave you, he knew that you would have all the time in the world together afterwards.

You saw your boy with a smile of pure love celebrating on the podium with his trophy in hand and throwing champagne with the famous celebration of him that you had missed seeing. You cried with him when you saw the few tears he shed on the podium and you murmured an "I love you" when he pointed to you from his place on the second step. Lando had achieved a great thing today after a season that hadn't gotten off to the best start, but as he watched you look at him with that look full of pure love, the same one he looked at you with, he couldn't help but think that no podiums or wins I was never going to get over having you.

#formula 1 #f1 weekend #f1 fandom #f1 2022 #f1 2023 #silverstone gp 2023 #lando norris x reader #lando norris x oc #lando norris x you #lando norris blurb #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fluff

[sinofwriting]

Bags - Max Verstappen

Words: 464 Prompt: Matching T-Shirts Note(s): Max won the poll, so here’s my first writing for Max and first f1 blurb of the weekend! (To see what the shirts look like click here)

Taglist | Masterlist

“Max, I’m home!” she calls out, before bending down, minding the bags she has on her arms as Jimmy and Sassy greet her with meows. “Hello, my loves.” She coos, giving them both a pet before standing.

She smiles when she hears the sound of footsteps and stares at where her boyfriend is standing, a small frown on his face.

“You should have called me. I would’ve come down to carry the bags.” He lightly scolds taking the bags out of her hands and pressing a kiss to her cheek. “It was three bags, barely anything.” His brow furrows, frown deepening and she sighs, doing her best not to roll her eyes or let him realize that he’s made her heart flutter inside of her chest. “I’ll call you next time, thank you.” His lips turn upwards and he leans in to brush their lips together for a brief moment. “Of course. Now tell me what you bought.” He says when they enter the living room.

She freezes slightly at the normal ask, feeling blood rush to her face and her heart pick up its pace.

“Schatje?” he asks, frown reappearing. Her nose scrunches a bit and her fingers twitch, wanting to smooth out his expression, make him smile. “I kind of bought something for us.” She mutters, fingers twisting the hem of her t-shirt. “Oh?” There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes and she glares at him. “Not anything like that.” And she decides there that the new lingerie that she bought that was still in the trunk of her car would be staying there for the next week. A small punishment that he wouldn’t even realize until she told him when she bought it. “I saw these shirts,” and she reaches for one of the bags in his hands, taking it from him. “And I don’t know, I thought they’d be cute.”

She carefully takes the shirts out from the bag and lays them on the coffee table, letting Max see the design on both of them. She can feel her face grow warmer as Max doesn’t say anything, her eyes firmly looking at the ground, embarrassment filling her.

Her mouth opens, ready to apologize, when a hand is suddenly drawing her face upwards and then lips are pressed to hers.

“It’s nice, Schatje. I like it.” “Really?” “Yes.” The answer is quick, voice firm. It wasn’t something he’d normally wear and always kind of thought of couple matching shirts as cringy, but he liked these ones and would happily wear his whenever she wanted to wear hers and have them be matching.

“Now, did you get any more pretty underwear?” He asks, wiggling his eyebrows. She thinks of the bag in her trunk and shakes her head. “Not today, my love.”

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 x reader #sin's f1 blurb weekend

[alonetimelover]

4 blurbs posted and we are ending the 'blurb weekend'!

Thank you to everybody that requested and everybody that read and shared their opinion. Nothing brings me more joy than reading your thoughts on the things I post.

Thank you once more! <3

Love ya, Mila x

ps: @ameerakane20 I'm so sorry for not using one of the prompts you mentioned, I hope that the other one met your expectations.

#blurb weekend

[mothdruid]

abby's birthday blurb weekend!

my birthday (March 12th) is upon us once again!! so I'm going to be hosting a last minute blurb weekend!! I'll be accepting blurb requests from tonight until my birthday. so send them in within the next four days!!!

prompts:

- late night

- responses after they kiss you

- coworkers to lovers

- during a storm

- smutty dialogue

characters/fandoms:

- top gun maverick

- the bear

- bridgerton

- joel miller

- brian o'conner

- anakin skywalker

- game of thrones

- house of the dragon

- felix catton

- barry keoghan characters

- adam driver characters

- lewis pullman characters

I'd like to say thank you ahead of time to those who participate and send things in! I can't wait to see what you all send in!! <3

#moths 26th #blurb weekend #top gun maverick #the bear #bridgerton #joel miller #anakin skywalker #game of thrones #house of the dragon #felix catton #barry keoghan #adam driver #lewis pullman #blurb event #brian o'conner

[slafkovskys]

Nolan Moyle noticing your ready to leave a party and taking you home

it’s not like you didn’t want to be there because you did. there was a big part of you that wanted to celebrate the boys and their accomplishments, just not at that moment and as the night progressed, it had seemingly become more and more evident.

adam had been the first and only person that night who dared pull you out from under your boyfriend’s arm, calling you to fulfill the promise that you had made before he had left to take a picture with his medal around your neck. being someone of your word, you let him slip the medal over your head and turn to face nolan who had been tasked with taking the picture.

even though the lights were dim, he had an unreadable expression on his face as he balanced the phone and beer bottle in one hand, “say gold, kids.”

“gold,” you and adam sing in tandem holding up a single finger.

you can tell that he takes a couple, giving adam some options in what will inevitably wound up in a birthday shoutout before handing adam his phone back. nolan helps you with your hair as the ribbon of the medal gets tangled, “baby-”

“it’s being so stupid!”

“hey, i worked hard for that,” adam jokes, but when nolan sends him a sharp look he clears his throat and takes it from your hands, “no, you’re right. it’s stupid.”

you watch as he disappears into the crowd that has accumulated at the juniors’ house and you send your boyfriend a look, “you don’t have to scare them off all of the time.”

“i don’t scare them off. he was disagreeing with you when you were right and what he did after the fact was beyond me,” he shrugs his shoulders and sends you a lopsided grin when you roll your eyes. he pulls you close again, your time being out from under his arm having apparently run out, and his lips graze your ear, “you ready to wrap it up?”

“with a nice little bow,” you mumble, rubbing his side in appreciation for noticing, “but i have to go and find seamus first to say goodbye. don’t look at me like that, nolan. that is our son!”

“that is your son, honey. i do not claim him in any capacity,” he takes a sip of his beer as he tangled his fingers with yours, allowing you to lead him through the house in search of the freshman. it doesn’t take long thankfully, though he was now a medalist, he had still been charged with the freshmen’s job of guarding the door and it was his shift.

with a promise of taking a picture with his medal just as you did adam’s when you felt better, you leave him with a hug while your boyfriend leaves him with his now empty beer bottle to dispose of. nolan shrugs his jacket off on the front porch and wraps you in it even though you had sworn you wouldn’t need one on the five-minute walk to your own house.

“baby, you barely stepped your big toe out here and you were already shaking,” he nudges you with his elbow before tucking you into his side, “do you think that we can get an episode of pretty little liars in?”

“so you like it now?” you hum, wrapping both arms around his waist as you come to a crosswalk, “what happened to ‘this is boring, y/n. why are you watching this?’”

“it got interesting okay. leave me alone.”

#nolan moyle #blurb weekend

[jackhues]

"God, you look so beautiful; I must be fucking dreaming.” "I love you more than the universe itself." "I never knew I could feel like this with anyone." "Mmm, you smell nice." with jack hughes

aww this is too cute!

"why are you literally burrowing yourself into me?" jack asked with a laugh.

you ignored him, continuing your attempt to practically crawl into his skin.

"y/n," he complained, resting his hands on your waist and maneuvering so that the two of you were now laying down on the couch.

"thank you," you grinned up at him quickly, before burying your face into his neck. "mmm, you smell nice for once."

"thank you," jack used the same tone you had earlier.

you rolled your eyes, cutting off halfway as a yawn escaped your lips.

jack laughed, pulling you close as he ran his hands softly through your hair.

his comforting scent, his fingers running through your hair, and his heart beating below you slowly lulled you to sleep.

jack smiled to himself as he watched you sleep, his heart bursting at the affection and love he felt for you.

"i never knew i could feel like this with anyone," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "god, you look so beautiful, i must be fucking dreaming."

your only response was the soft breaths you let out as you slept peacefully.

"i love you more than the universe itself," jack whispered. "and i'm gonna spend the rest of my life proving it to you."

#naqia writes! #naqia's blurb weekend! #jack hughes #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes blurbs #jack hughes fics #jack hughes fluff #jack hughes fic #nj devils #new jersey devils #new jersey devils fic #new jersey devils blurb #new jersey devils imagines #new jersey devils imagine

[writinginthetwilight]

But then its Monday.

Eddie Munson x GN Reader

Your eyes feel hot, body a dead weight, the magic of the couch is winning a fight you know won't translate to the bed, pulling you under.

You don't want it not yet, but the TVs light is getting too bright now the violet toned skies have gave way, no longer colouring the room in dying light and growing shadows.

His weight shifts besides you his hair tickling your cheek from where it's pressed into his arm, scented with the coconut shampoo he'd stolen from you for a shower, locks still a little damp in the places curled around the nape of his neck.

His hand's walking a soothing cararss into the soft flesh above your elbow and you lean yourself into him, closing your eyes as a chuckle rumbles through his chest at a line from the show your watching that never quite makes it to your ears.

'Hey?'

His voice curls around you subconscious but it's movement that makes your eyes flutter open, makes you groan as the pocket of heat youde created disperses and causes you to shudder as gooseflesh raises on your skin.

Eyes squinting up to him, a soft face with his own tired brown eyes look down.

'Let's get to bed."

"No just one more episode." You rasp moving from where your body had molded to his side.

"You slept through the last one. "

"I wasn't sleeping."

He raises his eyesbrows and goes to wipe the corner of your mouth and you swat his hand away.

"I was resting my eyes."

He laughs this time pointing to the wet patch on his shoulder.

"Come on its late." he stretches out, back arching and the blanket slips completely off you, an involuntary whine leaving you in protest as you curl up against the throw pillows.

"You need sleep." he says gently groaning as he stands hands raking though his hair and an easy smile on his face.

"But if I sleep it willl be Monday."

He tips his head silently, eyes locked on yours as his hand reaches out to you and reluctantly you let him pull you up.

He pulls you in, face nuzzling down until you look at him eyebrows knitted, he makes an overegzagertad display of copying your expression until a smile finally tugs at your mouth .

You let him drag you to the bathroom, his arm wrapped around you as you brush your teeth silently, tired bones leaning against each other as you smile sleepy toothpaste smiles at each other in the mirror.

The beds cold when he drags you under, shapes of the room diffused in the midnight umbra.

Legs tangle searching for warmth, socks are shed beneath a sanctuary of polycotton and body heat.

Until you still, softening with foreheads pressed together.

"Sleep." he hushes "I got you."

#eddie munson x reader #Eddie Munson fluff #Eddie Munson blurb #I don't know where this came from #The weekends always too short

[sweetiepoison]

Famous Baby (social media blurb)

@yourusername: The last two months 💛

[tagged: @Shawnmendes, @Justinbieber, @yourbff1, @yourbff2]

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Fan#1: the holy trinity 😇 (@yourusername, @yourbff1, @yourbff2)

-> bff1: more like the unholy trinity 😅🤭

->bff2: no fr if only you guys saw the gc 💀

->yourusername: jail immediately if it got out

Fan#2: pls I love how unserious they are

Fan#3: I would pay to see their gc

->Fan#4: literally same

Fan#5: excuse me ma’am are you and @justinbeiber making music together?!

->Fan#6: my dream collab

->Fan#7: (y/n) would be the one to get Justin to return to music

->Fan#8: Y’ALL she liked the original comment!!

->Fan#9: I can’t wait for this music to come out!

JustinBieber: My fav singing partner now and forever 🤍

->yourusername: I fangirl when I get to sing with you 🤍

->Fan#10: they are the definition of platonic soulmates

Fan#11: Okay miss girl I see you at the all stars weekend go ahead and get you a man 👀

->Fan#12: Maybe she already has one 👀

->Fan#13: yoo, don’t play with my emotions like that

->Fan#14: I could totally see Justin setting her up though #wingman

->Fan#15: I’m calling it rn, her and Matthews

->Fan#16: Idk who that even is, but if he can make our girl happy I’m down

->Fan#17: @AustonMatthews

->Fan#18: Thank you for the @ girl bc damn he is fine

-> Fan#19: Or her and @Williamnylander

->Fan#20: Literally either way’s a win 🤷‍♀️

Yourbff: my girl looking good always!

Fan#21: The fact that she went to the all star game for Justin and then sang with him for his first performance in a while, they are so wholesome

Shawnmendes: My favorite person to see in the audience

->Fan#22: I know y’all see this comment too 👀

->Fan#23: like can they pls get back together

->Fan#24: That would heal my 14 yr old heart

Fan#25: I was a team Shawn girl back when it was between him and Harry and I’m gonna be one now

Fan#26: Shawn and (y/n) holding hands was not on my 2024 bingo card

Fan#27: (y/n) is serving body!!!!!

Bff2: soooo…..same thing next weekend?

#famous reader #hockey #maple leafs #nhl #nhl blurb #toronto maple leafs #auston matthews #justin bieber #celebrity reader #celebrities #instagram #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #shawn mendes #social media #Toronto #nhl all star 2024 #nhl all star weekend #nhl all star game