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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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🦋 19 with Andrei!!

this one was so fun, thank you!

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #19 "It's called being soulmates bitch."

Pairing: Andrei Svechnikov x Reader (f)

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: too much fluff (jk the limit does not exist).

When Andrei proposed, your life turned from a dream into a fairytale. You’d found your Prince Charming, and now you were lucky enough to spend the rest of your life with him.

The wedding planning was, naturally, a little chaotic and stressful, but you were having fun doing it with him by your side. He was patient, understanding, offering his opinions when you asked; otherwise, he just wanted you to have the perfect day, whatever that meant.

Your shower was scheduled at the sweet spot just before pre-season began to ramp up but when most everyone was trickling back into Raleigh to gear up for training. The venue was beautiful, and your best friend and the other wives had done an incredible job planning and decorating for the Love is Sweet theme.

Andrei insisted on being there, adamant that he should be there to thank everyone for supporting you and for the gifts they were giving the both of you. Fortunately—unfortunately?—he’d also brought along a rowdy group of hockey players, fresh off the golf course next door.

“When are the games? We were promised there’d be games.” Martinook’s boisterous voice sounded from the back of the room, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Andrei shook his head at him, not wanting to disrupt the pleasant brunch.

The ever-experienced Heather Staal shot up, graciously saying, “You’re in luck, Marty, because we are about to start some games right now!”

She explained the rules to the games on the tables—the standard bridal shower games: a bridal bingo and a wedding word scramble. The boys were surprisingly invested despite the childish nature of the games, hooting and hollering when they’d sort out a word or check an item off their bingo board.

Once the games were wrapped up and prizes awarded—Seth was now the proud owner of a brand new ‘Ballet Slippers’ bottle of Essie nail polish—Heather stood up to explain the final game.

“We’ll need both our bride and groom up here for this one,” she said. “I’m going to read off a few statements, and each of you will raise the shoe of the person the statement applies to. You’ll need to each swap one shoe so you have one of his and hers. The goal is to answer them all the same, but we’ll leave some room for a healthy debate if you two answer differently.”

Heather ushers both of you into two chairs arranged at the front of the room, your backs to each other. You exchange shoes, and he turns to whisper lowly to you, “Game on, dorogoy.”

“Alright, first question,” Heather says. “Who said I love you first?”

A smile comes to your face, mind flitting back to the memory in question. Your left hand rises, raising his shoe in the air. The room claps, reacting to you and Andrei both answering the question the same.

The questions continue: who is the better cook?, who is most romantic?, who apologizes first after a fight?, who is more stubborn?, who brought up marriage first?

Based on the reactions from the guests, you and Andrei are doing well—so well, in fact, that you’ve yet to answer a question differently.

“Last question, you two,” Heather’s voice says. “Let’s see if you can go 10 for 10.”

The last question—who fell in love first?—brings another smile to your face as you reflect back on the progression of your relationship. Truly, it felt like you and Andrei were written in the stars, meant to find each other. Once you met him, it was all too easy to fall in love; it was something you did almost unconsciously, just like breathing.

After another moment of reflection, you raise both shoes in the air, unable to decide on one or the other. The room once again bursts into cheers, and you turn around to find that Andrei, too, has raised both shoes in the air.

“Very impressive,” Heather applauds. “I don’t know what else to call it.”

“It’s called being soulmates, bitch!” Andrei exclaims with a grin.

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uluvjay · 6 months

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Family- C. Caufield

Dad Cole Caufield! x mom reader! x daughter!

Summary; The journey of your and Cole’s family

Warnings?; FLUFF, hints to sex, kissing, cursing, pregnancy, mentions of labor, emotions, can’t think of anymore

All credit for this idea to my bby @turcott3

Part of my 1k celly:)

July 2021

Cole stood with Trevor watching you play beer pong with Alex and Jack, a smile bright on his face knowing how well you got along with his best friends.

The two of you had grown up together, both committing to Wisconsin together and both planning a full time move to Montreal this upcoming fall, for Cole to play his first full nhl season and you to being your career in interior design.

“Dude Just ask her out already, the way you two stare at each other is creepy” Trevor laughed beside him.

“We don’t stare at each other!” Cole defended, “I’m just watching her and Alex destroy Jack” he shrugged.

“Dude you two need to give it up already and just admit your feelings, or at least fuck. She’s a dime, and if you don’t swoop her up someone else will” the New York native spoke as he downed the rest of his beer and left his friend alone.

Cole didn’t want to admit his friend was right but sadly he was. He’d always felt something for you, he wasn’t really sure what exactly her felt but he’d always found himself being drawn to you.

Not to mention the way you stood by his side through everything, the way you cried into his shoulder when he was drafted, stood by his side and cried again when he won the Hobey Baker award; Twice. How you talked his anxiety away before his first nhl game and comforted him when the habs lost the cup final.

You were always there for him and he was forever grateful to have someone as amazing as you in his life.

He was taken out of his thoughts at the sight of your bubbly frame making your way towards him with a beaming smile on your face.

“You kick his ass?” He laughed as your arms wrapped around him, his hand that wasn’t holding his drink wrapping around your waist to pull you into his side.

“Annihilated Him” you smirked before cuddling even more into his side.

A blush tinting your cheeks at the feeling of his lips pressing against your head and the way his hand ran up and down your back.

Cole smirked at the shudder that ran down your body at his touch, he always noticed how you always got goosebumps when he was touching you.

“Wanna come get a some snacks with me?” He asked into your hair.

“Sure” you smiled and followed him inside the house.

You took a seat on the counter while Cole scattered through the fridge and cabinets looking for food, “what sounds good to you?” He asked, back facing you.

You weren’t sure if it was the small amount of alcohol in your system or the severe amount of built up sexual tension between the two of you that made you say it but it came out either way.

“You” you spoke causing the blonde boy to turn around quickly.

“What?” He asked making sure he heard you correctly.

“You heard me Cole, I want you” you extended a leg out to wrap around his hip and pull him forward.

“Are you sure? This could mess things up between us if it doesn’t work out” He attempted to be the voice of reason even though he was slotting himself between your thighs.

“I’m positive Cole” you assured before pulling the boy in for a deep kiss.

August 2021

Something was up, you had been sick all week and you couldn’t take it anymore. All the guys besides Alex had gone out to golf, having a late night before hand the Kings player decided to stay in.

“Why don’t we run to urgent Care? You could have a real bad case of food poisoning and you and Cole are supposed to leave in three days” He tried.

“Okay fine, let me get ready” you spoke finally agreeing with the boy who had been pushing you to go to the doctors after three days of consistent puking.

You were sat in the room with Alex in the chair next to you, they had wrote all of your symptoms down and had taken blood and urine samples.

“This is taking forever” you grumbled, a hand subconsciously rubbing over your stomach.

“I’m sure it won’t be much longer” the curly haired boy beside you spoke.

Just as you were about to issue another complaint the door opened and the doctor came in with a worried expression on her face.

“So I have some news sweetheart and I’m not really sure if it’s good or bad” she smiled sympathetically causing your stomach to drop.

You and Alex shared a quick look before you asked her to continue.

“You’re five weeks pregnant” she said.

You felt like your world stopped spinning for a moment, Pregnant? There was no way you were pregnant.

“No I’m sorry, it has to be a false negative” you laughed in disbelief.

“Honey your blood and urine test came back positive” she added.

“But I haven’t had any unprotec-“ yes you did, with Cole. Five weeks ago.

“Oh no” you cried, dropping your head into your hands.

“I’m assuming this wasn’t what you wanted to hear, uh are you the father?” She asked pointing to Alex

“Uh no, best friend” he awkwardly smiled in reply.

“Baby-daddy is out golfing” you cried, feeling like a train of emotions hit you at once.

“What? Oh-oh shit” Alex spoke as he finally connected all the dots, you and Cole disappearing that July night and you walking out of his room the next morning with disheveled hair and a limp.

After getting a talk through of the calls and appointments you needed to make the doctor let you leave with some paperwork and a copy of your test results.

“What am I gonna do Alex? There’s no way he wants a baby right now! He’s about to start his first season in the NHL” you cried out to the boy in the drivers seat.

“Hey calm down, I’m sure if you guys talk it out everything will be okay” he smiled reassuringly and patted your knee.

Returning home you found Cole and Jacks cars in the driveway meaning everyone was home.

“Relax, it’s going to be okay” Alex spoke up sensing your anxiety.

You nodded with a smile as you both made your way into the house, hearing everyone in the kitchen.

“Hey we were wondering where you to went” Jack spoke as he watched you both enter.

“Finally convinced someone to go to a doctor” Alex laughed in attempt to get the boys off your back so you could find Cole.

“Uh do you guys know where Cole is?” You asked.

“His room” Trevor replied, he knew something was wrong he could see it on your face and in your eyes.

Mumbling a thank you, you made your way up to the Centers bedroom knocking before entering.

“Hey, everything okay? We came back and you guys were gone” he smiled pulling you into his side from where he stood.

“Um, We need to talk. And you might want to sit down” you mumbled.

“Okay..” he said as he sat at the edge of the bed, you standing in front of him.

“So we went to urgent care to see what was going on and it’s not food poisoning” you began.

“Oh that’s great, what did they say you sicknesses is from then?” Cole smiled happy that you weren’t sick.

“I-uh, I’m five weeks pregnant Cole”

You could see the boy physically pale at the words that dropped from your mouth, his smile had dropped and he looked at you like a deer in headlights.

“I-your what?” He stuttered out in disbelief.

“Pregnant” you whispered.

“Okay” he nodded

“Okay? You’re just perfectly fine with this?” You panicked.

“No, I mean I’m fucking terrified but this is our fault. Our parents taught us what protection is and we chose not to use it. But if this isn’t what you want I won’t be bad, I understand” he softly spoke as he stood up and wrapped you in a hug.

“I’m so scared Cole” you finally broke down.

“Me to but we got this, I promise I will never let you or this baby down” he promised into your ear.

November 2021

“Do we have any ice cream left?” You asked looking over at Cole as he sat on the sectional next to you.

“No I gave you the rest last night” he replied

“Can we go to the store?” You smiled up at the man.

“Y/n it’s midnight” he laughed.

“It’s for the baby though! She wants it not me” you pouted.

You two had found the gender a few weeks ago and Cole was beyond excited to be having a baby girl.

“Come on please! I’ll even drive” you offered, doing your best to get the boy to agree with you.

“Fine” he sighed but a smile still covered his face.

“Yay! Come on” you squealed jumping up and heading to the door and sliding on your crocs and grabbing your car keys.

Cole followed behind you slipping on his own shoes, following closely behind you towards the elevator. He smiled at your little dance as you skipped in pure excitement at the thought of getting ice cream.

You sported one of his Wisconsin hoodies, leggings, and your fuzzy crocs-the boy truly thought you’d never looked better.

The ride to the twenty-four hour grocery wasn’t long and you made it there quickly.

“What flavor are you thinking?” He asked as you stood in front of the ice cream section, a look of pure concentration on your face.

“I don’t know, trying to get the baby to send me signals” you groaned knowing it had to hit just right to satisfy the craving.

He laughed, “okay well I’m gonna go grab some chicken while you and our girl pick your flavor” he he smiled softly at your small okay.

Finally after ten minutes you settled on cotton candy and made your way to the meat section to find Cole.

However your happy mood suddenly dropped when you seen what had been taking the boy so long, pretty little brunette.

She stood clad in an outfit not much different then yours, a beautiful smile beaming up at Cole as she made him laugh with something she said-His smile mirroring hers.

You really didn’t have a right to be jealous, you and Cole had both felt that a relationship wouldn’t work between the two of you and that doing this as best friends would be better. But for some reason you couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling in your lower stomach.

Sensing eyes on him Cole turned to find you in a staring contest with the ground, obviously stuck in your thoughts.

The girl had followed his eyes to where you stood, body being swallowed by a hoodie that obviously didn’t belong to you.

“Oh I didn’t know you had a girlfriend” she mumbled stepping back a bit.

“She’s not-it’s complicated” he mumbled.

“On and off again complicated Or?” She asked trying to get him to continue.

“We’re best friends but we did some stuff that ended us in a sticky situation, and now I’m not really sure what we are” he did his best not wanted to expose his entire private life to a stranger.

“Ahh” she nodded before continuing, “well if it’s not a problem with you, I’d like to give you my number” she blushed.

“Yeah sure” he blushed back and handed his phone over.

November 2021

“Do I look okay?” He questioned stepping out of his room dressed in a nice sweater and jeans.

“You look great” you smiled at the boy.

Cole had began talking to the girl from the grocery store-Sophia was her name, and tonight they had a date.

He nodded in thanks before gathering his things and turning back to you, “You sure you’ll be okay while I’m gone?” He asked

“Yeah, me and Emma are going to grab some pizza and maybe a movie, I’ll be good” you smiled at the boy.

“Okay just call me I-Oh!” He stoped himself and ran back over to you.

“What’s wrong?” You asked with worry at his sudden move.

He ignored you and just leaned down to pull your shirt up over your bump and placed a kiss to the center of your belly.

“Bye sweet girl, be good for mommy” he whispered and placed two more quick kisses to the same spot.

“Had to tell her bye” he shrugged before placing a kiss to your head and heading out the front door.

When Cole returned home that night he found you bundled up and fast asleep on the couch, his heart warmed at the sight. He loved coming home to you and he always would, especially once your baby got here.

Scooping you up in his arms bridal style he carried you to your bedroom, his lips parted in a bright smile at the feeling of you cuddling into his chest.

“God I love you” he whispered to himself as he laid you down and watched you snuggle into your pillow.

Cole wasn’t sure what it was that made him do it but next thing he knew he was opening his phone to text Sophia, thanking her for tonight but that he wasn’t really feeling a relationship; it was a shitty lie but he knew the only girls he’d want in his arms were you and your daughter.

March 2022

“You look beautiful” a voice spoke from behind you causing you to jump.

“Christ Cole! You scared the shit out of me” you groaned as you turned around to face the blonde.

“I’m Sorry. But seriously you look gorgeous, stop judging yourself” he scolded you.

“I just feel fat! Nothing fits and my feet hurt” you cried.

It was the morning of your baby shower and all the dresses you had picked didn’t seem to fit anymore causing you to rip through your closet like a mad woman.

“You are not fat, you’re growing our gorgeous baby girl in there” he softly spoke as he made his way towards you.

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you while his hands rubbed your belly, smiling as he felt his daughter kick him.

“You look absolutely stunning Y/n, and I love this dress” he complimented.

“Thank you but you’re not really helping” you groaned, head leaning back to rest against his chest.

“Yeah why not?”

“Because I’m an overly hormonal pregnant woman and you just turned me on when both of our families are down the hall”

April 2022

“Oh my god Cole she’s perfect” You whispered to the man who was still clad in his dress pants, button up and suit jacket long discarded due to wanting skin to skin with his daughter.

You had gone into Labor right as the Habs were exiting the plane from their short trip to Ottawa meaning cole rushed in right from the airport, not having time to change out of his suit.

“She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” he spoke in a soft voice, tears brimming his eyes as he continued to star at his daughter.

“I can’t believe we made that” you laughed

“Thank you” he suddenly said as he turned to face you, face as serious as ever.

“For what?”

“For giving me a family. I’ve never seen myself settling down or having a child but you’ve blessed me with the most beautiful thing in the world. I truly can’t thank you enough Y/n, I’m so thankful you were the one I was able to do this with.”

“Cole come here” you cried as you pulled the man onto the bed with you, carefully of course.

“I’m thankful to you know, it wasn’t exactly on my bucket list to be a mom at twenty one but I’m grateful that it’s you I get to live through this with” you sweetly smiled at the man as he leaned his forehead against yours.

You felt his eyes shift from your lips to you eyes a few times and just as you were both about to lean in, a knock sounded on the door.

July 2022

“You know when I said to make a move I didn’t mean knock her up” Trevor spoke to his friend as he helped set up the candles on the dock.

“Yeah way to baby trap her Cole” Alex laughed from where he picked the petals off the roses.

“I did not baby trap her!” The blonde exclaimed causing his three friends to laugh.

“Hey we’re not judging man, you got the girl you wanted and found a way to keep her around forever” Jack spoke

“You guys are assholes, now hurry up and finish helping before her and Ellen get back” he replied with a shake of his head.

An hour later Alex was blindfolding you and leading you out the back door of the Lake house towards the dock.

“Turcs what’s going on?” You laughed hearing your daughter giggle at Jack and Trevor behind you two.

“Nothing! Just be quite” he sassed and continued leading you.

“Okay take it off” he whispered and when you did you felt warmth flood your cheeks and tears prick your waterline.

There on the dock stood Cole surrounded by beautiful bouquets of white roses and candles while red petals covered the wood below him.

“Wha-?” You muttered as you stumbled towards him.

“Hi” he whispered, taking your hands in his as you approached him.

“What’s all this” you smiled with warm tears now running down your cheeks.

“I uh-You-shit this is harder than I thought” he laughed at his self

“I know we haven’t exactly established what we are but um” he began but was cut off by a loud New York accent.

“Just get on your fucking knee!”

Trevor’s voice caused the group around you-that you hadn’t realized was there to laugh. However it did cause Cole to shake off his nerves and drop down onto his knee.

“Things have always been a bit tricky with us but I’ve always known that I loved you. You’ve been there for all my ups and downs, my lowest of lows and highest of highs. These past eleven months have made me realize that I want you forever, I Want to go to bed to you and wake up to you everyday, I’m sick of telling people your just my best friend because baby you are way more than that. I’ve spent everyday loving you and I want to do that forever, so what I’m trying to say is, baby will you marry me?”

A sob broke through your and if it wasn’t for the smile on your face and nod of your head Cole would have been panicking.

“Yes, A thousand times yes” you cried as he slipped the breathtaking oval diamond onto your finger; the ring you showed him in college drunk off your ass, telling him that if someone ever proposed you wanted this one.

“I love you so much” you whispered as his cupped your cheeks to pull you into a kiss.

Your short moment was interrupted by Jack running down and jumping on Cole while Trevor handed you your daughter. Your families joined to share hugs and congratulations, both of your mothers smothering you in kisses and sweet words.

“Fucking finally Cole grew some balls and made it official” you heard Trevor exclaim causing a round of giggles and head nods.

April 2023

“Look Rosie! Here comes daddy and uncle Kirby” you exclaimed to your daughter as she stood against the glass.

“Ada!” She giggled as Cole slammed himself against the glass

“Hi baby!” He waved blowing the small one year old a kiss.

He went to open his mouth but his body was pushed out of the way by three large ones causing your daughter to beam brightly at the three men.

“Hi Rosie!”

“Ahoj Kočka”

“Hi pretty girl”

Spoke Arber, Juraj, and Kirby in sync, all three men smiling brightly at their niece, your daughter babbled in return smacking the glass with her tiny hands.

“Can you fuckers move!” You heard your fiancé yell as he pushed between Arber and Juraj to get back in his daughter’s sight, this time with a puck.

“Here baby, daddy got you a puck” he smiled and tossed one over the glass for you to catch.

You smiled fondly at the two, while you hadn’t expected to be a young mom you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You were madly in love with an amazing man and had a beautiful little girl together.

The journey was bumpy but in the end you got the life you’d always wanted

The end…

I apologize for any errors!

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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bobby burns.

robert ‘bob’ floyd x reader.

￫ description: you try some of bob’s, ma’s alcohol one night.

￫ c/w: alcohol, implications to sex, other than that it’s all fluff, fluff, fluff.

￫ a/n: this is for @callsign-phoenix 1k celly here! a huge congratulations to you again my love! your writing is absolutely incredible and i’m so honored you asked me to participate. you deserve each and every one and more! <3

You turned your head to the sight of Bob coming out onto his Ma’s front porch. The screen door squeaks on it’s hinges and he’s got a thick, woolen throw draped around his shoulders. You can hear the clinking of two smaller glasses, together combined with the larger bottle of his Ma’s questionable alcohol she brewed herself.

“Here you are, darlin’.” Bob’s drawl was thicker as he kicked the front door shut behind with the heel of his boot. Somehow, coming back home to see his family really brought out the Southern in him, but you weren’t complaining. His voice sounded like it was laced thick with honey and in the fair few mornings you’d spent here, it sent a pool of heat in between your thighs when he wished you a good morning.

“What does she call this again?” You reach out from under your throw that’s draped around your shoulders as you sit on the porch swing to take the glasses from Bob.

“Ma’s Malicious Mixer.” Bob scoops his throw under his legs to tuck it neatly around him so he can huddle next to you comfortably. You throw him a questionable gaze.

“Mixer? Isn’t it like, eighty percent spirit?”

Bob raises his eyebrows in response and huffs out a chuckle.

“She likes it strong.” He shrugs it off like it’s nothing.

He pops the cork from the bottle with a satisfying sound and pours yourself and him two even shots in the miniature glasses. He places the bottle down onto the porch floor and takes his glass from your hand. You clink them together and he holds your gaze with a sweet smile.

“To us, m’ love.”

“To us, my dear Bobby.”

You throw your heads back in sequence and shot the liquor. It hits in the first millisecond and both of your faces contort into disgust, as you try and bear the vibrant taste. Bob’s face has settled back to normal, with a squint and twitch in his eyes, before the after wave hits the back of your throat like a fireball.

“Oh my god! Bobby! It burns!” You spit out in between gagging sounds from yourself. He cannot help but fall into a fit of laughter, but keeping it hushed as to not wake the rest of his family, who are currently sleeping peacefully upstairs in his family’s ranch house.

Bob brings one hand to your back to rub it soothingly through the thick throw. “You good, darlin’?” He��s still wearing a smug little grin on his face and you can’t help but choke out a laugh with him, at the pure absurdity of sweet Bobby’s Ma, making a concoction so deadly.

You throw him a thumbs up and rest back against his hand, moving it to drape around your shoulder and pull you in close, so you can huddle against his chest. You blow out a couple more streams of air as the fiery come down fades. Bob presses a soft kiss to the side of your temple, and you feel his chest rise and fall in a deep sigh. It’s not a frustated sigh, no. It’s a sigh of complete and utter ease.

“My family love you, y’ know. Ma was just tellin’ me before she went to bed.” Bob spoke up and you turned your head upwards to meet his gaze again.

“Really?”

He rested his hand on your cheek and rubbed his thumb across the small baby hairs that rested there. “Really.” He confirmed with pride and ever adoring love swelling in his chest. “She did want me to tell you however, the booze was a tiny, lil’ test, and I can confirm, you passed wi’ flyin’ colours.”

You gave him a small slap to the chest at his statement. “Bobby! It feels like it burned my esophagus off!”

Bob’s smile didn’t falter as he proudly declared with a slight cock in his head and a hum, “Yes, but! You’re part of the family now.”

You felt your heart flutter at his words. You were so head over heels in love with your dear Bob and you wanted to make this work so badly. Meeting his family was the biggest anxiety you had had since day one, but knowing that you were now fully accepted, it made every worry in your body disappear.

You could really see yourself with him forever and with the way you shotted back that deadly alcohol, Bob could too.

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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🦋anddd could i request prompt 45 with tyson jost as a blurb?? can’t wait for these!!

xoxo love you @fallinallincurls

Prompt: #45 "I'm marrying that sweet son of a bitch."

Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader

Word Count: ~530

Warnings: Alcohol use and chaos

This is inspired entirely by that video of Mel yelling at Gabe for being an idiot before their wedding (if anyone has it pls send me the link bc I looked for it forever but couldn't find it)

It's a perfect July day. The sun is out, with not a cloud in the sky. Music plays through the speakers, some kind of backyard-BBQ-easy-listening playlist on Spotify that keeps the mood light, fun, ready for a party. Well, an even bigger party than the one you’re at—this is like the pre-party to the pre-party.

You’re getting married this weekend, and to accommodate your friends and family who have traveled from far away to be here for you, your fiancé reserved a large (read: huge) Airbnb for everyone to gather. One thing turned into another, and somehow it’s become the pre-game for the welcome dinner, taking place later tonight. Your entire wedding party is here, along with a few scattered members of each of your families, milling about in the pool, playing cornhole, catching up with one another after a summer apart.

But by the looks of it, and judging by the overflowing bin of empty seltzer cans and beer bottles, this gang might not be making it to the welcome dinner tonight. Barzy, Dante, Kacey, and Jesse are engaged in an intense chicken match, sloshing water across Gabe, who’s shouting complaints about messing up his hair. Beside them, JT’s shirt is off, his shoulders fried, and you’re about to yell at him to put on some sunscreen because the best man can't look like a lobster on the wedding day, when you catch sight of a curly head darting around, zooming by on a children’s tricycle—where did that even come from?

“Tyson, I swear to God, if you break your face, I’m going to kill you,” you shout at him, immediately envisioning him falling over, scraping up his handsome face the before the wedding, leaving your poor photographer to frantically photoshop out the inevitably gruesome skid mark on his face.

But he’s not listening, his eyes set on the ramp that Nate is standing proudly beside. “Babe, watch this!”

You watch in horror as he pedals his legs faster, zooming up the ramp and launching off of it before Nate is tossing a beer at him. Tyson catches it in mid-air, pouring only a small stream into his mouth before he’s flying into the water, the splash sending water whooshing over the edge of the pool. He surfaces a few moments later, shaking the water out of his curls amid loud guffaws and cheers from his mates, shouting, “Tyson! Tyson! Tyson!”

Shaking your head, you laugh, amused at his stupidity, and thankful his little stunt didn't end in a disaster. But then, a moment later, you feel a pair of strong arms lifting you up off the ground and you’re shrieking, arms flailing around. The flash of red hair is the last thing you see before they release you and you’re falling, soon crashing into the water yourself, submerged beneath the rippling pool.

When you rise to the surface, it’s your name that everyone’s chanting, and soon enough, Tyson’s swimming toward you to lift you up in his arms and plant a wet, sloppy kiss on your lips.

Pure happiness and mirth fills your soul, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt, and you can’t help it when you exclaim, “I’m marrying this sweet son of a bitch!”

#tyson jost blurb #tyson jost fic #nhl imagine #hockey fic #tyson jost imagine #c's 1k celly #fallinallincurls #asks

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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hi again! happy 1k!! could I possibly get a matt martin blurb with something along the lines of “bet you they don’t make you sound like that, do they?” with jealous marty smut? please and thank you!

BESTIE COME HERE AND LET ME SMOOCH YOU I absolutely love writing marty smut!!!!!!!!!!! and have been DYING to get back into a smutty marty mood bc I have so many delicious and wonderful ideas that I so desperately want to get onto paper and into y'all's eyeballs

anyways this is in sugar daddy matty universe (hopefully 1-2 fics maybe incoming in this universe?)

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Prompt: "Bet you they don't make you sound like that, do they?"

Pairing: Matt Martin x sugar baby!reader (f)

Word Count: ~800

Author's Note: Smut (18+ ONLY). Brief alcohol mention. Sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship, possessive/slightly manipulative behavior by Matthew, definitely a healthy bit of size kink, semi-public sex, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie jesus christ

“What’s this I hear about you dating somebody?” Matt’s voice is polite, and he says it with a smile, but the tick in his jaw and darkness in his eye tells you the question is anything but.

It catches you off guard, the corner booth at Ruth’s Chris a strange place in your mind to bring up a rather serious topic, so you take a moment to steady yourself before replying.

“I’m not dating anybody, Matty.”

“Zeeker saw you on a date.”

“I’m not allowed to have dinner with a friend?”

“Dude was not looking at you like a friend. Practically fucking you doggy on the table with his eyes, Zeke said.”

“I’m sorry, nowhere in this arrangement was it stated I’m not allowed to seek the company of other men.”

His wine glass is delicate in his large hand, stem twisted loosely between his thumb and pointer finger. He smiles, then laughs even, glancing out around the dimly lit room. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re more than welcome to seek the company of other men. But if you do, I’m gone.”

Your eyebrows raise and you do your best to keep your voice down. “So just because you’re paying me means you can seek additional company, but I can’t?”

“I’m not.”

“Not what, Matty?”

“Not ‘seeking additional company.’”

You roll your eyes and shrug off his statement, knowing it’s just pretty words to make you give in. If he wants to say more, he doesn’t, instead ordering another bottle of wine.

The wine comes, and so does your dinner, the conversation all but forgotten. In the parking lot, you feel his arm wrap around your waist, large and looming and protective, and you’re about to comment when he murmurs, “Get in the backseat.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

You do as you’re told, and it doesn’t take long for your underwear to be hanging over your ankle, his hand underneath your skirt between your legs.

He plunges two fingers into your slit, coaxing a quick and easy moan from your lips.

“Bet he doesn’t make you sound like that, does he?”

You want to fight back, to push his buttons, but he thrusts back in and you can’t help it when your head shakes ‘no,’ the words taken from your mouth when he curls his fingers, pressing the spot that makes stars dance in front of your eyes. “No? Bet he doesn’t even know where your clit is, does he? Doesn’t know how to play with it just right to make your eyes roll back?”

Just as he says it, his thumb does exactly that, and the last remaining thought you had vanishes, mind going blank except for the feeling of his large fingers playing you like a piano.

The crest arrives quicker than you expected, but just as you’re about to summit, his fingers are suddenly gone and the loss pulls a desperate whimper from your mouth.

You feel his smirk against your jaw. “And I know damn well he doesn’t make you sound like that, darling.”

You’re in the process of working out a protest, a plea, a prayer to him to get his hands on you again when you hear the sound of a belt clink. Your eyes shoot open, and with a glance down you see his hand tugging his erection out of the slacks that are unzipped around his hips, stroking himself once, twice.

In an instant, you’re adjusting your body to spread your legs wider to accommodate his body, allowing him to slide into position amid the cushion of the backseat.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” he says, honey dripping from his voice as he slides his tip against your entrance.

When he presses into you, your legs go nearly limp as he stretches you to the brim, filling you up inch by inch. Your fingernails dig into the taut muscle of his bicep, gripping him tightly as he bottoms out, snug in the most delicious way. You can feel the way your walls throb around him, almost impossibly big.

“Matty, please,” you cry, unable to wait any longer.

He hums, pleased with the desperation in your voice, and obeys your command, snapping his hips roughly against yours, fully determined to make you gush in his backseat. He bullies your pussy, steady and constant and merciless, whispering low praises while he watches where your bodies connect.

Matt doesn’t stop until your legs are shaking and your eyes are rolling, growling as he watches your soul leave your body. He’s relentless until your grip softens on his arm and his hips are stuttering against your ass, filling you up with a groan.

“Are we done trying to find someone else who will fuck you like that, sweetheart?”

#matt martin blurb #matt martin fic #matt martin imagine #nhl imagine #matt martin smut #hockey imagine #hockey fic #anon asks #c's 1k celly

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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48 with Brock!!! His dogs are sooo cute

they are the cutest little guys which is fitting bc so is brock

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Prompt: #48 "Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: Brief alcohol use/mention

The sound of your keys hitting the floor with a clunk is loud, but you can hardly be bothered to care as you drop your bag beside the keyring. Kicking your shoes off, you make a beeline for the couch, falling face first into the soft cushion with a grunt.

You had one of the worst days you’d had in a while, starting with an empty gas tank that caused you to be late to work. Then, issue after issue and several difficult customers only amped up your irritation, having to take 5 minutes to cry in the breakroom no less than three times. Finally, you escaped the confines of your workplace only to find that you had locked your keys in your car and had to wait over an hour for AAA to arrive.

So, to say you want to curl up into a ball and cry is an understatement. You’re almost too exhausted to do even that, choosing to savor the feeling of being horizontal after the day from hell.

And then your phone buzzes. You groan, allowing yourself a few more moments of wallowing in self-pity before you heave yourself up to pull your phone out of your pocket to check the message, hoping it's not more bad news.

[Brock:] how’s it going?

With a snort, you think to yourself, ‘Where do I begin?’, instead opting to send an easier message: “Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now.”

Not 30 seconds later, an entire collection of photos of Milo and Coolie snoozing on his couch, the last one a blurry shot of Coolie’s tongue licking the camera. You smile through a sniffle, reacting to the image with a thumbs up.

A little while later, your phone buzzes again, this time with an incoming call from Brock. You place him on speakerphone, not bothering to lift your head from the cushion.

“That bad, huh?” he laughs upon hearing your grunt as a greeting.

“You have no idea.”

You can hear he’s in the car, the sound of his blinker in the background. “You want to talk about it?”

“I just want to drown myself in ice cream and a fuzzy blanket. Maybe a glass of wine. Or four.”

He laughs. “Ice cream and wine? Doesn’t sound like the best pairing, but I’ve heard worse.”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Hey, do your thing,” he says, and you can imagine him holding his hands up in defense. You hear the jingle of his keys and the shutting of a car door.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Me? Oh just dropping something off to a friend.”

As if on cue, you hear a knock on your door. With a groan, you roll yourself off of the couch to answer it, expecting to see a delivery driver with a package. Instead, it’s Brock, holding his phone to his ear and two leashes in his other hand. He’s grinning, then holds up a paper bag. “I come bearing gifts.”

You don’t bother hanging up the phone, instead launching yourself forward into his arms with a tight squeeze. The tears well up faster than you anticipate, and he secures his arms around you and rocks you gently while you cry.

“This is so sweet,” you say through sniffles.

“I couldn’t just leave you hanging after you had an awful day,” he smiles once you let him go, a tearful smile in return.

Brock gestures for you to step back into your house, then whistles at Coolie and Milo, who pounce through your front door and look up at you expectantly, waiting for pets and treats. Their excited tails flap as their tongues find your face while you give each of them a greeting, already feeling your bad mood dissipating at the arrival of the dogs. And Brock. Mostly the dogs.

But then Brock pulls out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of Pinot Noir, and you’re gaping up at him. “How did you know?” you ask.

“I know you better than anyone,” he says with a smile, moving into your kitchen to retrieve spoons and wine glasses. “Or did you forget?”

You shake your head no, accepting the wine glass gratefully. “Thank you, Brock.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, then plops on the couch, whistling to encourage the dogs to hop up beside him. “Now, should we watch Frozen or Moana?”

#brock boeser #brock boeser blurb #brock boeser fic #brock boeser imagine #brock boeser x reader #hockey fic #c's 1k celly

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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11 or 16 for Tyson Jost for 1k follower celebration 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

tysm for the request!!

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Prompt: #11 "It feels like torture, but I don't want it to stop."

Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader (f)

Word Count: ~540

Warnings: Not explicit smut but suggestive/adult content (18+ ONLY). Domme!reader, whiny sub!Tyson, use of restraints, teasing, lap dance, implied smut.

The sounds that fall from your boyfriend’s throat are nothing short of delicious, strangled groans and desperate whimpers as his hands clench into fists, the silk tie wrapped around his wrists preventing him from moving like he wants to.

He agreed to this, you remind him, nodded eagerly when you sat him down in the chair and fastened each wrist to the wooden arms on either side of him.

But then you sauntered out of your closet in his light blue dress shirt, unfastened to reveal a shadow of your cleavage and the lacy push-up bra beneath it. Protruding from the hem of the shirt that falls perfectly on your thigh are the straps from your matching garter belt, clipped onto sheer thigh-high stockings that had him drooling in an instant.

“Baby, you look—fuck. Wow,” was all he managed to get out, and your lips, painted in MAC’s classic Ruby Woo lipstick, curl upward into a seductive smile at the sight of him, panting already.

“Thanks, baby,” you purr, resisting the urge to laugh when his breath quickens at the sight of your fingers moving to unbutton the remainder of his shirt, pulled open to reveal a better glimpse of your body in the lingerie.

Tyson curses again, this time throwing his head back while you toss the shirt to the side, forgotten on the floor. Without a word, you turn your back to him, and you can feel the heat of his gaze boring into the curves of your ass as you sit down in his lap. He’s warm, and he nearly jumps once your body comes into contact with his, his cock already fully at attention, barely restrained by the material of his boxer briefs.

When you begin to grind your hips on him, he lets out a guttural groan amid a choked whisper of your name. You draw large figure-8’s in his lap with your ass, pressing against his erection in a way that has his knuckles white as he grips the wooden arms of his chair.

“It feels like torture, but I don’t want it to stop,” he whines. “God, please don’t stop, baby. Swear to God, I could come right now if you let me.”

In an instant, you stop moving, and his eyes shoot open wide, terrified if he said the wrong thing.

“Who said I’d let you come?”

Tyson morphs into a stuttering mess, half apologies and half pleas, a disappointed cry leaving his throat when you pull yourself from him, turning to face him with your hands on your hips. His pupils are blown, and his expression tells you that he’d give you anything—anything—you wanted right now, without hesitation. He loves it, and so do you.

And then you sink to your knees between his spread legs, and he whines again. The sound is delicious, and you want to savor it, to bottle it up for a rainy day, so you never forget the way your beautiful boy sounds so desperate for you.

When your fingers rake over the soft fabric of his pants, his lip is bright red from where his teeth dig into it, swallowing his own anticipation.

“We wouldn’t want it to go to waste, now, would we?”

#tyson jost fic #tyson jost blurb #tyson jost imagine #hockey fic #nhl imagine #tyson jost x reader #tyson jost smut #c's 1k celly #anon asks

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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"Interesting 3am impulse you had there" with Josty please 💚

anything for you demi <3

I know you didn't ask for it but I know you secretly wanted angst. but then I accidentally made this one really painful so I'm very sorry in advance

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Prompt: #35 "Interesting 3am impulse you had there."

Pairing: Tyson Jost x Reader (f)

Word Count: ~520

Warnings: Trade Angst proceed at your own risk, alcohol use (reader is drunk).

Home from the bar, you’re three whiskey sours deep and lying in bed in your favorite pajamas, heels tossed and forgotten on the floor. The familiar wave of loneliness accompanies the pulse between your legs and the urge to have a curly-headed boy kissing your neck is suddenly overwhelming, so you dig around your blankets to find your phone. Squinting at the screen, forcing your eyes to focus, you scroll through your recent texts. You feel like you’re scrolling for longer than usual, and you think to yourself that you must just be drunk, for the name you’re looking for appears moments later.

You press the phone icon, holding your phone to your ear. The ringer is loud, and you lose yourself in counting the rings: 6, 7, 8…

“Hello?”

“Tyssssss,” you whisper.

You hear the sound of sheets rustling on the other end, can picture the way he looks in just his black boxer briefs, hugging his thighs and his ass in a way that makes you jealous you’re not there. Or that he’s not here.

“Come over.” He laughs a little, and your lips are curling up into a smile at the sound. It’s warm, filling your heart like a Tyson-coded hug.

“Interesting 3am impulse you had there,” he murmurs. His voice is low, full of sleep, and you feel a tug in your heart at the gruffness of it.

“It’s 1:47am, Mr. Jost, stop exaggerating.”

“It’s 2:47am in Minneapolis.”

Minneapolis. Minneapolis?

And then it hits you, comes flooding back like film being rewound as you flash through the memories of the phone notification, of the last text, of the tears you’d shed after you’d said goodbye to him for the last time. In your semi-inebriated state, you’d banished the thought from your memory, content to live in a world where Tyson was still in Denver and the warmth of his arms and his bed were never more than a phone call away. But the harshness of your reality sobers you up, quickly, and then your heart remembers everything.

“Sometimes I forget, too,” he says softly, like he’s reading every thought that passes through your mind. “Or maybe I’m just pretending.”

For a brief moment, 850 miles feels like 1, like he’s still right down the street, like you’re both looking out on the same horizon where the moon spills over Union Station. You feel the entire weight of his heartbreak, heavy on your chest. You hearn to hug him, to hold him in your arms and make it not true, if just for a moment.

The call goes quiet, and for awhile, you’re content to listen to the soft, deep sound of his breathing on the other end. It soothes you, almost like the white noise of a ceiling fan you didn’t realize you’d gotten used to; you’d spent so many nights with his slow, steady inhales beside you that you weren’t sure how you’d managed to sleep without it since he’d been gone.

“Tys?”

“Mm?” his voice is groggy, like maybe he’d been dozing.

“I miss you.”

“I miss you too, baby.”

#tyson jost blurb #tyson jost fic #tyson jost imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic #c's 1k celly #wyattjohnston #asks

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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50 w Kreids :)

this turned way spicier than I was anticipating so enjoy xoxo

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Prompt: #50 "Why would I stop when it gets me what I want?"

Pairing: Chris Kreider x Reader (f)

Word count: ~550

Warnings: implied smut but still very intimate spice so 18+ ONLY. Voyeurism, fingering (brief), heavy tension.

The night sky is clear, the beach quiet save for the distant sound of waves crashing on the shore. There's a slight breeze in the warm air, but you're plenty cozy lounging in the hot tub of the vacation home Chris rented for a friends' weekend in the Hamptons.

Everyone else has either gone to bed or is sitting by the fire on the other side of the house. Except for Chris.

Chris, who's taking slow sips of his beer, gazing at you like a predator stalking its prey. The feeling of his eyes on you alone makes goosebumps erupt across your skin.

“Do you like my bathing suit?” you ask nonchalantly, toying with the strap sitting over your shoulder. "It's new."

He hums, taking a long swig of beer, then eyes the tie between your breasts. “Actually, I think that part is better off.”

“No,” you feign shock. “You think so?”

“Know so.”

You're helpless under his heady gaze, unable to resist the hold he has on you even from across the hot tub. You don’t know why, but suddenly you’re untying the bikini top, letting the fabric float away in the water.

The corners of Chris' lips turn up slightly as he watches the white straps bump against the wall.

“What about the bottoms? They’re so cute.” It comes out before you even have a chance to think better of it, instead the teasing proposal enough to elicit a further smirk from the man sitting across from you. He's pleased, smug, like he's got you exactly where he wants you. You suppose he probably does.

He acts like he's thinking long and hard about the predicament, and with the way his eyes glean at even the distorted view of your tits under the water, you think it's safe to assume he's thinking plenty about you removing all of your clothing. Then, with a dramatic shrug he says, "Think they gotta go too, darlin’.”

But you can't make it quite that easy. You have to at least push back a little.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea. Anyone could walk by.”

“I think you’ll find that it’s a great idea.”

It's short and sweet but no less convincing. You bite your lip, then glance around to make sure no one is coming. The silence assures you, and soon you’re slipping off the bottoms of your bikini, joining its mate in the corner.

His eyes grow warm, molten even, as he tugs you closer by your waist. Your knee bumps against his thigh, firm and muscular, while he pulls you into his lap. Gentle fingers brush past your entrance, making you shiver when his knuckle nudges your clit.

Chris teases you for a moment, toying with your slip before he dips a finger inside. You suck in a breath, tensing up.

“Chris, stop!” you whine, shoving his hands away playfully. Then, more seriously, you add, "Not here."

“But darling, why would I stop when it gets me what I want?” he says with a smirk.

"Because if you get me inside, I'll be completely naked in your bed."

He contemplates for a moment, then leans over to grab the extra towel he set on the bench beside the hot tub, tossing it at you. "You make a good point. Let's go."

#chris kreider fic #chris kreider imagine #chris kreider blurb #hockey imagine #nhl imagine #hockey fic #c's 1k celly #m00nlightdelights #asks

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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congrats on your milestone, c! 🩷

🦋 may i please request the prompt “you always being in my life is gift enough” with brady skjei? - @pyotrkochetkov

always @pyotrkochetkov 🖤 this is kind of an unofficial sequel to midnight rain since I still haven't quite gotten around to writing you a full fic

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Prompt: "You always being in my life is gift enough."

Pairing: Brady Skjei x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~800

Warnings: Just some really heart melting, tooth-rotting fluff with our handsome Disney prince who is the world's most perfect boyfriend

Though it’s your second go at a relationship, you’re still getting used to all of the feelings and comforts of having a boyfriend. As if he wants to prove himself, he’s always pulling out all of the stops: holding the door open for you, calling you to say goodnight every night on a road trip, sending you love notes when his flights land. It’s almost overwhelming, in the best possible way, your cup overflowing with love and adoration from the man who never gave up on you.

Tonight is date night, and he hasn’t told you anything except to dress comfortably and be prepared to be outdoors. You’re both excited and perplexed, looking through your closet for what might be the perfect outfit—except you don’t know what that looks like, because you have no idea what he’s got planned.

Eventually, after tearing apart half of your wardrobe, you’re dressed and ready to go, just in time to see a text come through from Brady telling you he’s on his way to pick you up.

It’s not long before there’s a knock on your door, and, like always, you’re blown away by the handsome smile that waits for you when you answer it. This time, he’s got flowers and a gift bag in his hand, and he leans forward to peck your lips.

He ushers you inside, sitting you at the kitchen counter to set the beautiful bouquet of flowers in a vase, then to open up the gift bag. Inside the bag is a poorly-drawn handmade map of what you believe is Raleigh, complete with sticky notes and barely legible chicken scratch.

Confused, you look up at him. “What… is it?”

He laughs. “It’s a scavenger hunt. I made it.”

Your eyebrows raise. “You made it?”

“Yup.”

Eyeing the shoddy color-coded key on the bottom, you click your tongue. “Actually, yeah, that checks out.”

Brady snorts, playfully nudging your shoulder to reprimand you for teasing him. He checks his watch, then adds, “Let’s get going so we can stay on schedule.”

“On schedule?” you ask as he grabs your hand, tugging you out the door.

The scavenger hunt is extremely well-planned, and you wonder whose help he elicited to execute it so flawlessly. Probably one of the wives, no doubt, and you resist the urge to giggle at the image of Brady sitting at his kitchen counter doing his best to copy the map on his laptop screen.

His hand-drawn map includes several stops throughout Raleigh, each of them holding a special meaning to you: your first date location, favorite ice cream shop, coffee shop, the bar where you ran into each other again, causing you to rekindle your relationship. At each stop, you pick up another clue that ultimately leads you to your final destination: a candlelit picnic at Moore Square.

“Brady, this is so sweet and thoughtful,” you gasp, eyes taking in the soft blanket and wicker picnic basket, a bottle of Pinot Grigio and two wine glasses balanced gently against the edge. Your heart warms at the effort and attentiveness he put into this—by all accounts a normal, mundane date night—but you can't say you're surprised.

His smile is beautiful, the evening sun casting a glow over him and highlighting the grays in his hair. He’s perfect, you think.

“Happy 6 month anniversary, baby.”

Oh shit. You forgot all about it—due in part to the fact that you didn’t really think people celebrated milestones like that, and secondly that you weren’t really sure which date really counted as your anniversary. Your heartbeat quickens as you rack your brain for anything you can think of last minute—something lying around at your apartment that you could throw together—but nothing comes.

“But I didn’t get you anything,” you say, guilt washing over you as you look over the spread inside the picnic basket: assorted fruits and veggies with what appears to be homemade (!!!) dips, pasta salad, and a smattering of finger foods.

“Hey, it’s totally fine. I don’t care about that,” he replies, tucking a finger under your chin to encourage you to look back up at him. “You always being in my life is gift enough.”

His words, as always, make your heart melt into a puddle, and you know that you have the most disgusting lovesick expression plastered on your face. When did you become such a simp? “Brady, I’m serious.”

“So am I, love. You don’t ever have to get me a gift as long as you kiss me goodnight every night.”

You hum, pushing the food to the side in favor of leaning in towards him. His eyes light up like a kid on Christmas morning, and you hope to yourself that you will always feel this way around him. As you press your lips against his, the world around you stops spinning, quiet and empty save for just the two of you, kissing in the park.

“I think I can manage that.”

#brady skjei fic #brady skjei blurb #brady skjei imagine #hockey imagine #hockey fic #nhl imagine #c's 1k celly #pyotrkochetkov #asks

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comphy-and-cozy · 8 months

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Hi ✨

Could you write something about Evgeny Svechnikov with number 3 on the list

Thank you, I hope you have a good day 🤍

hi! thank you so much for the request! 🥰 geno is my baby boy so this was a pleasant surprise!

Prompt: #3 "I'm so proud of you, baby."

Pairing: Evgeny Svechnikov x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: fluff, free agency anxiety, me refusing to accept reality

While Evgeny was of course disappointed to not be contending for the Stanley Cup, he was equally excited to be able to spend some much needed time at home. With the Canes unfortunately making an early exit from the playoffs, you opted to spend some of the offseason in Miami with Andrei; you knew how refreshing and fulfilling it was for them to be able to spend time together since they didn’t often get much time during the season.

Your trip also aligned with the start of free agency. With Geno’s future in the NHL in question, you were anxious and eager to see what would shake out for him and where his path would take you; ultimately, however it landed, you knew you’d do whatever it took to be there for him.

On July 1, the three of you opted for a relatively chill day at home to allow for any phone calls Evgeny might receive. You woke early and made breakfast for the two of them while they went on a run, then spent the rest of the morning with them basking in the sun and lounging by the pool.

12pm hit, and Geno placed his phone on the table so that he would see it when it rang. He put a smile on his face and acted like everything was fine, but you knew deep down he was feeling nervous and uncertain about what the day would bring. In addition to yours and Geno’s nerves, you knew that Andrei, too, was anxious to find out where his best friend would be playing.

The buzzing of Geno’s phone pulled you out of your thoughts, all three of you freezing for a moment as you watched his phone light up with a call from his agent. He cast a glance at you, and you smiled reassuringly, giving his arm a squeeze and a kiss on his cheek as he got up to answer the call in the other room.

You and Andrei shared a nervous glance, a flood of anxious thoughts invading your—and surely, his—brain.

You could hear Evgeny’s voice through the walls, but couldn’t make out what he was saying. Andrei gave you a smile, offering, “Your man is gonna make bank.”

Ten minutes passed, then twenty. Thirty minutes later, the door opened, and out came Evgeny. You walked up to him, Andrei standing up beside you, both of you anxious to hear what he had to say.

“Well,” Geno began. “Pack your bags, babe, we’re moving to Raleigh.”

The next few minutes were a blur of cheers, shouts, hugs, and a few happy tears as the three of you celebrated the news and his new contract. As he explained the details of his new contract — coming to his inbox momentarily — Andrei went to his bedroom, returning shortly after with a jersey in his hands.

“Obviously it’s not custom, but it’ll do,” he said, tossing the cloth over to him. “Let’s see how it looks, brother.”

Geno grinned, slipping it on. You had to admit, the Canes home jerseys were sexy. The deep red contrasted nicely against his skin, bringing out the brown in his eyes.

“Congrats, man,” Andrei was beaming, hugging Evgeny once again and clapping him on the back.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you said, reaching to take him back into your arms, pressing another kiss against his lips, unable to stop yourself from grinning.

Andrei went to retrieve another spare jersey, slipping it on so the two of them could take what would undoubtedly be the first of many photos together in a Hurricanes jersey. Already, you could hear their phones pinging with texts and notifications as the Canes social teams were surely having an absolute field day with the Brothers Svechnikov.

As you snapped the picture, you couldn’t help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness; Geno had had a rough year—a rough few years, if you were being honest—but all of his dreams were coming true: he was going to continue his NHL career on a team he loved, hopefully competing for the chance to win a Stanley Cup, playing alongside his best friend, and of course, with you by his side.

“Dude, imagine us on a PP unit together.”

“We’re going to be sick, man. We’re gonna win the fucking Cup.”

Yeah, you thought. This is gonna be fun.

#evgeny svechnikov blurb #evgeny svechnikov fic #hockey fic #nhl imagine #c's 1k celly #asks #yangofyang

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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I hit the big 1k milestone a few months back but wanted to make sure I had the time and energy to dedicate to a full celebration! thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has ever messaged or commented support - I appreciate you more than you know!

to celebrate, I'm opening up the ask box, so send in your requests! requests will be open until friday, august 4. I’ll start posting everything that weekend!

🦋 - send me a player and a prompt (from this list, or write your own) and I’ll write a blurb! 🌀 - send and I’ll post a snippet of a WIP! 🔹 - send a number between 1-100 and I’ll write a blurb/headcanon with the lyrics and/or theme of the corresponding song! 💙 - send a love note & I’ll send one too! 🌊 - ask me anything!

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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congrats on 1k!! can i request a blurb with prompt number 13 with jt compher?? thank youu! 🦋

you know i'll always write my main man xoxo

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #13 "I never want to leave."

Pairing: JT Compher x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~700

Warnings: Alcohol use/mention, more disgusting fluff, very, very brief mention of leaving Colorado anxiety/angst (i'm sorry)

The first vacation after the end of the season is always special, a chance for JT to finally unwind and truly relax without the pressure of training or the remainder of the season waiting around the corner. Though of course it’s not the same as lifting the Stanley Cup, it’s a decent alternative to have uninhibited and uninterrupted time together without even broaching the thought of hockey. This year, you’re in Greece, two weeks spent island hopping and swimming in the sea, and the Mediterranean air has done wonders for both you and your ginger man.

Your last stop is in Santorini, in a romantic suite on the cliffs overlooking Thirasia and the horizon behind it. Your room comes with a private jacuzzi on the porch, something you both have taken advantage of after days full of sightseeing and tourist excursions.

Today in particular, you spent time souvenir shopping before heading to a private wine tasting and tour of a historic vineyard, followed by a five-course meal cooked by a private chef. In short, you’re pretty sure that you’ve died and gone to heaven, hardly believing that this is your life.

You arrived back to your hotel room, tipsy and belly full of one of the most delicious meals you’ve ever had in your life. When JT poured another glass of wine for you, jerking his head toward the patio with a smile, you couldn’t help the butterflies that filled your chest. This time, you actually pinch yourself to make sure that you’re not dreaming.

Both of you are quick to slip into your swimsuits, cranking up the heat of the jacuzzi tub before stepping into the bubbling water. JT’s cheeks are pink—whether from the wine, or the heat, or both, you aren’t sure—and he has a dopey smile on his face as he pulls your body into him, tugging your waist into his lap.

“I love you,” he says, soft before he kisses you.

“I love you too, J,” you reply with a smile. You hand him his wine glass, clinking yours against his before sipping on the Greek wine provided with your suite.

Both of you grow quiet, content to sip your wine and watch the sun sink beneath the horizon. Santorini sunsets are unmatched, you heard, and so far you can’t dispute that statement. Today is no different, the colors lighting the sky on fire and reflecting over the wide expanse of the Mediterranean sea as far as your eyes can see.

It’s peaceful, calming, and you feel a tranquility in your soul, the heat of his body solid behind yours while his arms wrap around you.

“I never want to leave,” he murmurs, pressing an offhanded kiss to your shoulder. “I don’t want to think about what’s next.”

You know what he’s referring to, the strain and stress of finding a new contract, of talking to teams and GMs, of whatever emotions will come when he officially signs somewhere that isn’t Colorado. Then, after that, the discomfort of navigating a new city, of learning new systems, of having to learn how to make new friends when he hasn’t had to make that effort in 7 years. It’s bittersweet; exciting but daunting, refreshing but intimidating. You’d be lying if you weren’t feeling anxious, too, but you ground yourself in his strong arms and the feeling of his lips against your skin.

“I know,” you whisper back, leaning your head against him. “You don’t have to. Not yet. Just stay with me, okay?”

JT smiles again, the worry dissipating from his eyes as he looks at you. You can see the love he has for you in his irises, feeling the warmth melting your heart. “I can do that.”

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