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right under our noses (part 5) | colton parayko

Teaser: "I feel it in my gut, Colt."

“What are you doing right now?” Jayne’s voice sounded in your ear seconds after you answered her call. You had gotten home from work nearly two hours ago, taking time to only shower then collapse in your living room.

"Laying on my couch watching Netflix,” you responded.

“Well, we’re having some people over after 8 and I want you to come,” She said.

“Last minute invite, nice," You rolled your eyes. "What does 'some people' mean?"

“The team and close friends,” Was the reply. It was never just the "team and close friends."

“I don’t feel like doing my makeup, Jayne,” You groaned. “Or, even getting dressed for that matter. I just laid down.”

“Come on, please?” She pleaded. “It’s lowkey so you don’t have to really wear makeup if you don’t want to.”

"But I would need to change. Do you know how much energy that would require?"

"If we waited around for you to have energy, we would never see you!" You heard Alex yell in the background.

"Why am I always on speaker?"

"You have something to hide from me, Y/L/N?"

“Anyway,” You rolled your eyes. “Will jeans and a t-shirt satisfy you guys? It doesn't sound like I can get out of this.”

“That sounds perfect,” Jayne responded. “Just come by whenever you’re ready.”

“Do you want me to bring anything?”

“Nope, we’re all good. See you when you get here!”

“Bye.”

You definitely took your time getting ready. Although you said you wouldn't put in any effort, you ended up showering, doing light makeup, AND coordinating a presentable outfit.

By the time you pulled into Jayne and Alex's gate, you could tell quite the crowd had already started to form inside. You took a deep breath before pushing your way through the doors and the growing crowd. Saying hi to a few people as you made your way to the kitchen, you made a beeline for the Vodka bottle.

"I thought you weren't going to show," Alex appeared next to you within a few seconds.

"I considered it," You smiled.

"How's the job search going?"

You rolled your eyes, "Is that really the first question you want to ask me when I have a glass bottle in my hand?"

He laughed loudly, voice echoing over the music, "Understood, boss."

"I thought this was supposed to be a small get-together?" You asked.

"Is that what Jayne said?"

"Your wife is a liar."

"No argument there," He shook his head. "But, if you need a minute, the patio is always pretty quiet, because I always tell the guys to stay away from it."

"I'll probably head out there for a bit before I put on my social smile."

Alex left you alone in the kitchen, wheels already turning in his head. He pulled his wife, Jayne, away from her friends and into their bedroom.

"What? She was just going to give me what moisturizer she's been using!"

"One, your skin is beautiful, baby," She smiled at that. "Two, Y/N just got here and I think she's going to the patio."

"Is she okay? Should I go check on her?"

"She's fine. And no, you shouldn't go, but maybe someone else. If I'm the one to tell him to go to the patio, it's going to be obvious."

"Well, he was telling me earlier that he had a headache from the music."

"You have to be slick about it," Alex coached. "If he even smells bullshit, he'll figure it out once he gets out there."

"Okay, so what do I do?"

****

You made a deal with yourself: you could only stay outside for four songs. Anything more than that, you should have just stayed home. You knew Jayne wouldn't invite you out if the other half of the experiment wasn't here, and you had to make yourself seen.

The third song started to play, and you began to coach yourself to be the social butterfly you knew you could be. All before...

“Can I join you?” You turned around at the sound of the voice. You smiled widely when you locked eyes with Colton. My savior.

“Yes, of course,” You slid over, making room for him on the stairs. “Get tired of the crowd?”

“A little bit," He laughed. "This song is a fan favorite and I don't think my head can take the yelling. Plus, I saw you out here and wanted to make sure you were good."

“Oh,” I waved him off. “I’m fine, just needed to feel fresh air for a second.”

“It is getting a little tight in there now,” He commented, looking over his shoulder to Alex and Jayne’s home which had continued to fill up more and more in the past half hour.

“How’s your night going?” You asked.

He shrugged, “Pretty good, this was the only thing I got out of bed for today.”

“That sounds like such an amazing day,” You nodded. “I’m jealous.”

“You worked today?” Nod again. “When was your last day off?”

You thought back, “Last Tuesday, maybe? I’m not sure.”

“You’ve worked ten days straight?”

“I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” You sighed.

“I’m not going to say anything,” He held up his hands. “You’re an adult, you make your own decisions.”

“Thank you,” You said, letting out a laugh after.

“But, you deserve better.”

“I remember our deal at the bar, Colton," You pointed out. “I plan on holding up my end, trust me.”

“How do you even work that much?”

"Well, not everyone is on an NHL contracted salary," You responded. "I do have to pay my bills."

"I get that part, but how do you actually make it through every day when you hate your job?"

You smiled, incidentally leaning closer to him as you reached into my left pocket. You pulled out the bag of gummy worms you had brought, “Sugar.”

Colton took a slightly deeper breath when he got a waft of your shampoo as you leaned closer to him. He had never smelled anything like it, like you. And your smile. His eyes flickered to your lips and back up before he could even register it.

You were doing things to him that even he had never felt before. That’s why it was so easy for him to mistake the goosebumps you gave him for being from the windy night air.

“No way,” Colton laughed. “The only thing that keeps me going sometimes is a soda.”

“Yeah, it’s either that or candy,” You agreed. “Sometimes I get worried that I might get diabetes.”

“Me too,” He responded. “If you had to pick one food or drink to have an unlimited supply of for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

“One?” You asked, earning a nod. “Hm, I’m not really sure. I feel like if I had an unlimited supply of gummy worms, that’d be great. They definitely raise the prices once a month.”

“You’d get a lot of cavities,” Colton commented.

“I wouldn’t eat it all at once, but to not have to buy it every single time I have a craving? Heaven,” You sighed, happily.

He smiled as he shook his head, “Heaven with cavities.”

“You’re one to talk,” You chirped lightly. “You’re going to get diabetes with all the sugar you consume from those cokes. At least my gummy worms are sugar-free.”

He rolled his eyes, “Then, does that really help? Anything sugar free is a scam.”

You laughed at him, your head thrown back. “It tastes the same!”

“I can’t believe you,” He shook his head, smiling. “Phony.”

A comfortable silence fell over you both for a few moments.

“You guys had a game yesterday, right?” You asked as another song began to play inside.

“Yeah,” He nodded.

“I’m taking it didn’t go as planned?”

“It was alright,” He shrugged lightly, looking back over Alex and Jayne’s yard.

“That’s exactly what I said when you asked about work at the bar,” You teased, nudging his shoulder. “Should I be encouraging you to quit, too?”

He laughed, “Not at all.”

“Yeah, my job doesn’t come with traveling the country.” You said. “Honestly, I’m still super confused about hockey and the calls that refs make. I mostly just let Jayne translate for me.”

Laughing, “Refs definitely make bullshit calls a lot, though.”

“Is that what happened yesterday? I didn’t catch the game but Jayne was texting me about it.”

He shrugged, “There were a couple of questionable calls, but we lost because we’re not playing the way we should be.”

“Well, I guess you guys are going to be busy at your next practice".

“I just feel like my game has been lacking so much lately,” Colton sighed, eyes still trained on the yard ahead. “And, then we just keep losing so that solidifies it.”

“Or, it solidifies that the entire team needs to try something different?” You suggested, raising your eyebrows at him. “It is a team sport, right? You can’t take all the heat for yourself, just like you can’t take all the praise.”

“I’m pretty sure I deserve the heat, though.”

“Okay, break it down for me, since I’m a hockey idiot,” You started, turning to face him. “Tell me what you think is going wrong.”

“You’re not an idiot,” He rolled his eyes. “And, do you really want me to bore you with hockey at a party? You don't want to go back inside and have fun?

“To be honest, I lied before. I’m actually out here because I didn’t want to come in the first place but Jayne begged and also lied about how many people would be here. Which is very common for her, so I don't know why I fell for it.”

“I’m obligated to be here because of the team,” He let out a laugh.

“So, we both got screwed,” You laughed, making him smile. “I was going to just sit in silence anyway, so if you want to talk about hockey, I’ll listen.”

It was a genuine offer, and Colton knew that as he looked into your eyes. He felt something at that moment, but he really couldn’t figure out what it was. It was almost a calming feeling, like all the stresses he had been feeling were subdued for the time that he was with you.

He explained everything to you, way more than you were ever going to be able to remember but you watched him relax as he talked. What started as a self-deprecating account turned into Colton going through some of his favorite hockey moments, of his career and of all time.

“I wish I had something to be this invested in,” You let out a laugh after he had finished going over the team’s Stanley Cup run.

“Well, what are you interested in?” He turned to you, leaning back against the patio. He took another sip of his drink. “Now it’s your turn to talk.”

And, talk, you did. You surprised yourself with how much you told Colton, but he had given the same amount. It was only fair. You were reminded then how much you got along with him. Even though you guys only spoke at times like these where the team was gathered with close friends, he was always one of the easiest people to talk to. It wasn’t uncommon for you both to be catching up at parties.

Colton enjoyed your conversation and realized that you both had a lot more in common than he originally thought. And, you could clearly talk about anything. Well, obviously. We’re friends, he thought.

And, Alex. There was a voice in Colton’s head, telling him that you were the person he was being set up with. The louder voice, however, reminded him that Alex cared too much about you to ever set you up with someone on the team, let alone him.

Colton vowed at that moment to completely remove you from his list of potential matches. It would only hurt him in the end, to wish it was you and then be disappointed. He felt that it was nearly impossible for it to happen, and he actually enjoyed having you as someone to talk to. She’s a friend. He had to respect Alex’s wishes, and if he was being honest, he thought you were out of his league too.

“Hey, Y/N?” You both turned at the sound of a voice behind you. “Jayne is looking for you.”

“Oh, okay,” You smiled at Ryan. “I’ll be right in.”

He nodded, disappearing back inside.

“She’s probably going to make me drink something with her so I don’t know how conversational I’ll be after that.”

Colton laughed, “Maybe another time, then.”

“Definitely next time,” You corrected, pushing yourself up to your feet. “I want to hear all about the team’s crazy comeback, and your point streak.”

“How do you know that’s gonna happen?” He laughed. “What if you just jinxed it?”

“I feel it in my gut, Colt.” You said, right before you disappeared inside to find Jayne.

Although you didn’t realize it, your words stuck with Colton. Not just your belief in him, but the nickname, too. It wasn’t the first time you’ve used it, but it was the first time it gave him goosebumps.

A few hours later, as the party died down and people began to disperse, you were having a very tipsy conversation with an also very tipsy Jayne. “I’m really glad you came.”

“Honestly,” You paused, pursing your lips. “It was bad, at all. I actually talked to Colton for a bit and then drank, probably a bit too much, with Vince.”

“Really?” She quickly found something to occupy her eyes with because although she was drunk, there was no way she was going to blow up her own plan. “How was that? Your talk with Colton, I mean. We all know how Vince gets at these.”

“None of your business,” You joked with a serious tone. Jayne froze, looking back at you.

“Uh-”

“-Dude, I was just kidding,” You furrowed your eyebrows curiously at her with a laugh. “What is wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” She recovered, taking a sip of her drink again. "I thought something happened."

“Okay,” You trailed off. In your drunken state, you didn’t bother to further question. “It was actually pretty nice, though. We talked about hockey and my job, nothing serious.”

“That’s cool,” Jayne said. “I’m glad, he’s been feeling down lately.”

“Yeah, I could tell. I just told him he doesn’t need to be because all I hear about him from the other guys is how good he is. Tonight was actually the first night I somewhat understood hockey,” You shrugged absentmindedly. Not knowing how to respond without blurting out “You’re perfect for each other!” Jayne began to recount what she could remember of her night.

Later that night, Alex and Jayne settled in bed after making sure you were asleep in their guest room.

“How drunk are you?” Alex laughed at his wife, pulling back the covers for her.

“Just a little,” Jayne responded with a laugh. “But, I think we’re making headway with the plan.”

Raising his eyebrows, “How? What did I miss?”

“Y/N and Colton were on the steps for at least an hour talking tonight!” Jayne whispered excitedly. “She said it was really nice.”

“Holy shit,” Alex said. “She figured it out, then?”

“No, no, I don’t think she has a clue. Maybe if she was sober, she would have put two and two together, but I tried not to pry too much and make it obvious.”

“What did they talk about?”

“She said this was the first night she actually understood anything about hockey.” Alex smiled, rolling his eyes. “And, I guess they talked about her job, too.”

“Well, it had to be good if they talked for an hour, right?” Alex shrugged. “Is that really where he disappeared to? I remember him saying he was getting a drink and then I didn't see him for a while.”

“I guess so.”

“Now that I think about it, he did seem like he was in a better mood when he came back,” Alex said.

“Do you think they’re going to figure it out?”

“I feel like Y/N is going to catch on sooner than we think,” Alex said, looking up at the ceiling. “She over analyzes everything.”

“I don’t think so," Jayne replied. "Do you see the way Colton looks at her?"

"No, how?" Alex looked over at her.

"Like she puts the fucking stars in the sky," Jayne laughed. "I only noticed it tonight, but I think he may already have it figured out."

"I highly doubt it, he would have said something to me."

"Well, until either of them say anything, the plan is still in motion. We should talk about next steps in the morning. I have to sleep."

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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(day nine) the tree party , colton parayko

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, colton parayko x reader summary, picking out a christmas tree was always a ceremonious day for the parayko family. and this year, they had a new addition, winnie, so that made the whole thing all the more special. warnings, children/kids word count, 1073 words

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When you and Colton first moved in together, Colton made it a whole thing. He made it an entire day. You got breakfast, then got your tree, which was a whole process in it itself. Then you went home and put on a Christmas movie while decorating your tree.

You had done it with Henry for the last 4 years, and this year, it would be Colton, you, Henry, and Winnie.

"Can we go yet?" Henry whined as he stomped around the front door. All of you were ready, but Winnie still took a little longer to get ready because she was a baby and needed a little more than you all did.

"Be patient, dude." Colton rustled his hair, "You know your sister takes a little more time than you and me." Henry sighed, hopping up onto the bench in the entryway and waiting.

After getting Winnie ready and getting both kids strapped in the car, you were on your way to the diner you always had your special breakfast.

"Well, if it isn't my favorite family." The same waitress since you had started your tradition almost 6 years ago, Penny, greeted you with a bright smile.

Henry let go of Colton's hand and ran over to hug her, "Hello, Henry. Oh, look at you. Look at how big you've gotten." He smiled bashfully.

She looked up from Henry and gasped when she saw the stroller you were pushing, "Get out!" She laughed. You pushed up the hood of the stroller so she could see Winnie, "Oh, look at her. She's beautiful." Penny cooed.

"Thank you." You smiled.

"What's her name?"

"Winnifred, Winnie for short," Colton answered.

"She's beautiful." You smiled as Penny led you over to your usual table which had a "reserved" plaque on it, "Barry almost shouted at a group of kids who almost sat here this morning."

"Oh, you don't have to save this table for us we're fine sitting at a different table."

"It's no trouble." She shook her head with a smile, "I'll be back with your drinks."

The majority of breakfast was filled with you telling Henry to eat some pancakes with his syrup and Colton to eat slower because he was so excited.

After breakfast, you were on your way to the tree farm, listening to Christmas music the entire way there. When you got to the farm, Colton hadn't even stopped the car before Henry was unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Hey, your butt stays in that seat until the car stops." You reminded him and he quickly sat back down. Once Colton stopped the car, then Henry jumped up and out of his seat.

You and Colton both got you. While Colton got the stroller out, you helped Henry out of his seat and held his hand as he pointed out all the things he saw.

Henry started pulling you off, having no regard for his sister or father, "Slow down, buddy." You laughed, "You gotta wait for Winnie and dad."

He stopped and turned around to see where the two were. Once they were close enough, he started pulling out off again, "I know you're excited. But I kind of need my arm." You joked.

"Come on, mommy, all the good trees are getting taken." Henry told you.

"I don't think they are. The perfect one for us will still be there." You reassured. Something caught Henry's attention, and he was quickly dragging you towards it, "Hot choclate?"

"Can we? Please?"

"You just had breakfast, which was practically a bowl of syrup."

"Please?" He begged.

"Fine." You relented. You ordered two hot chocolate, and made your way back over to Colton, who had Winnie in his arms, as he showed her the trees.

You handed one of the cups to Henry, who eagerly began blowing on the hot liquid, "That's right. Blow." You nodded as you blew on your own cup.

You wandered through the rows and rows of trees, trying to find the "perfect" tree, as Henry called it, "Do you see it yet?" You asked. Henry shook his head response.

You and Colton shared a look. You had been there for a little too long, and you were getting cold and you were starting to get worried about Winnie being too cold.

"All right, well, you gotta pick one soon. It's getting cold." Colton told him.

"Okay." He nodded. You wandered down a few more aisles before Winnie let out a cry.

Colton began bouncing up and down trying to get her to stop crying. You worked quickly, grabbing a bottle from the baby bag and pouring some of the milk from the insolated cup into Winnie's cup.

"All right, Henry, if you don't pick a tree-"

"This one!" He exclaimed, pointing to the tree you were standing in front of. You and Colton both looked at the tree, examining his pick.

"Are you sure? After this, there's no going back." You told him.

"I'm sure." He nodded.

"All right, I'll go find someone." Colton handed Winnie off to you and went off in search of someone who worked there.

When you got home, with the tree safely strapped to the top of your car, you called in some reinforcement (some of the guys) to help you bring the tree into the house.

They stuck around to help hang up a couple ornaments and play with baby Winnie who loved all the attention. While Winnie was distracted by her Uncle Robert and Uncle Scandy, you, Colton and Henry started decorating the tree with all your ornaments.

Well, it was mainly you and Colton because Henry was distracted by the Christmas movie playing on the TV.

Once you were done and every ornament was on your tree, there was only one thing left to do, "Hey, bud, do you want to put the star on the top of the tree?"

He nodded eagerly, taking the star from you and waiting for Colton to pick him up. Once he was tall enough, he carefully placed the star on the tip of your tree.

Once he was safely on the ground, Colton made his way around the tree to the back so he could plug the lights into the outlet. He took a step back, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you marveled at your tree.

"Go us." You held your hand up.

"Yeah." Colton chuckled in agreement, slapping his hand against yours.

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laurenairay · 1 year

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hiii I hope you have a wonderful birthday :DDDD

would you be able to write for Colton Parayko with #7 "It's raining, you're going to get sick." ?

Thank you so much!! This prompt for Colton made me feel super emotional so this is essentially just pure angst that I got carried away with.

“It’s raining, you’re going to get sick.”

Words: 1.2k

Rain was pouring heavily outside when you heard a series of knocks at your door. You were having a night in to yourself, taking the time to indulge yourself with a good book, and you sure as hell weren’t expecting anyone. You’d seen most of your friends yesterday night, and you sure as hell didn’t have a date waiting since your ex broke things off last month – so what the hell?

With a frown you put your bookmark in to hold your page, heading down the hallway to your front door. But when you saw who was standing there, your jaw dropped slightly with shock.

Colton.

The ex who’d broken up with you last month.

What the actual hell.

“What are you doing here?” you frowned, crossing your arms over your chest for your own comfort if nothing else.

“I just…I had to see you. I couldn’t leave things the way I did. You didn’t deserve it, any of it. I’m so sorry.”

The fucking audacity.

He had the nerve to show up at your front door after breaking up with you an entire month ago, having heartlessly said that he didn’t want to commit to anything serious after leading you on with dates and flowers and sex and romance…and now he was back with this bullshit?

“No, I didn’t deserve any of it. But what the fuck, Colton? What made you think that coming here was acceptable in the slightest?”

“I wasn’t thinking…”

Well that much was obvious.

“…but you deserved an apology and I couldn’t get it out of my head until I’d seen you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I made a stupid mistake,” he finished desperately.

If he’d turned up at your door three weeks ago, you would’ve taken him back without a second thought. But now, now that the hurt had sunk in and you’d started to mend your broken heart, you just couldn’t bring yourself to crumble into his arms.

“You think I’m just going to take you back? Forgive you because you’ve said that you’re sorry? The world doesn’t work like that,” you said angrily, glaring up at him.

“Tell me what I can do. I’ll do anything, please. Even just for you to hear me out,” he pleaded.

Those big beautiful eyes still made you weak at the knees, and you cursed yourself as you could feel your walls starting to crack.

As if the universe was making its own judgement, thunder boomed overhead, making you both jump, and the rain seemed to come down even heavier, pounding on the pavement. A car driving past skidded on the wet road, making you wince, glancing up at Colton to see him watching it nervously. You remembered how much he hated driving in the rain as it was, and this was verging on dangerous. Damn it. You couldn’t send him away now – you weren’t that heartless.

“Come inside,” you sighed.

“What?”

“It’s raining, you’re going to get sick,” you said, pursing your lips, “And there’s no way you can drive in this. Come on.”

“Are you sure?” Colton said, hesitating.

“Have I ever said something I didn’t mean?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Colton just ducked his head, avoiding your gaze, but stepped past you into your house, letting you shut the door behind him. You glanced up at him as you stepped around him, frowning at the way his hair was dripping wet and his clothes were soaked.

“Wait there, I’ll get you a towel to dry off,” you said softly.

You didn’t bother waiting for a response as you walked into your home, heading straight for the linen closet in the bathroom and pulling out the largest fluffiest towel you had. It was then that you noticed the sweatpants you’d stuffed in the closet too, when you’d been desperate to get them out of your sight, and you felt yourself tremble at the memory. How dare he just show up like this, with no warning after everything he said?

No, he didn’t get to make you feel like this in your own home. He didn’t deserve such an emotional reaction – you could be polite and distant until the rain stopped, and that would have to be enough.

Without further hesitation, you grabbed the sweatpants too, and walked back out to where your ex-boyfriend was standing by the front door still, shoes taken off and neatly put in your shoe rack, coat hanging on a hook too.

“Here, this towel should do,” you said simply, “I have these as well. Didn’t have the chance to wash them yet but they’re clean enough if you want to get out of your wet jeans.”

As you tossed the sweatpants to Colton, to call the look on his face devastation would be an understatement.

“Baby, wait, please I…”

“Don’t call me baby. Not after everything,” you said sharply.

You winced as he seemed to flinch slightly, but he took the sweatpants from you without protesting. Colton didn’t take long to scrub his hair dry, and he handed the damp material to you without a word. You didn’t know if it was because he looked like a wet kitten, ruffled and miserable, but you felt the ice in your heart melt just that little bit more, and you found yourself sighing.

“I’ll let you get changed, okay? Meet me in the kitchen, I’ll make you some coffee to warm up,” you said softly.

“Thanks,” he nodded.

By the time Colton walked into your kitchen, he looked a little drier, almost as if time hadn’t passed at all and he was just chilling in your home for the evening. It was a comforting sight, even if it sent a stab of pain through you as you knew you didn’t get to have this anymore.

“What made you think turning up here was a good idea, Colton?” you asked, passing him a cup of coffee, made just as he liked.

“I don’t know. All I could think of was coming to see you, trying to make things right. I’ve been such an idiot, treating you like shit when you deserve to be treated like a princess,” he sighed.

“I deserve to be treated like a person,” you shot back, raising your eyebrows, “And you didn’t do that when you told me that you couldn’t commit to me.”

Colton nodded miserably, setting the coffee mug down on the kitchen side to scrub a hand over his hair.

“I know I don’t deserve to even be in your house right now. I know that I don’t deserve you talking to me at all, not for a minute. But I’m begging you, please let me have a chance to make this right, to make things up to you. Please,” Colton asked quietly.

You’d never heard him so desperate, so emotional, not in the 6 months of your relationship…thing, whatever it was in the end. Maybe you deserved to get some closure, if nothing else.

“Fine. I’ll hear you out. But you’re leaving when the rain stops,” you said firmly.

He nodded so quickly that it made you laugh, Colton’s sweet face not losing that desperation.

“Thank you. Thank you for giving me a chance,” he murmured.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you said, pursing your lips, “You broke my heart, Colton. There’s a long way before I’ll even consider letting you make things up to me.”

“I can work with that,” he replied.

You knew you were in trouble the moment you saw that hopeful smile on his face.

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leafsbabe · 1 year

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beach vacation - Colton Parayko x masc! reader

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sunnyforme is this him coming out or something because i might just have to start following hockey now

coltonparayhoe nah that’s old news pretty sure this is him soft launching a boyfriend

stlouisblues enjoy your vacation Colton, we’re looking forward to seeing you on the ice again next season!

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blueskrugs · 2 years

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Blanket fort with Colton? That just screams adorable to me and I have no doubt you will come up with something good for it :)

oh boy i had to DIG through my inbox for this but I did actually manage to finish this colton blurb like I promised yesterday!

14. blanket fort

length: 458 words

It was date night. You and Colton usually took turns planning dates, and this week it was Colton’s turn to plan. When you pressed him for details, all he gave you was a smile and a, “I’ll take care of it.”

Naturally, you were a little suspicious, but it was Colton, and you trusted him.

You came home from work to a dark house. Which was strange, because Colton’s car was in the garage.

“Colt?” you called, kicking off your shoes and setting your keys and work bag down. You heard muffled swearing from the living room before Colton appeared, looking flustered.

“It’s not ready yet!”

Colton threw some clothes at you, and you caught them before they hit you in the face. A pair of your lounge shorts and one of his shirts. “What’s not ready yet?” you asked. Colton looked sheepish.

“Just go change, yeah?” Colton came closer to give you a kiss. You tried to peer around him, but he blocked your view. Damn him and his broad shoulders.

You gave him one last suspicious look but headed upstairs to change. Colton watched until you were safely out of sight before ducking back into the living room. You took your time getting changed, and when you came back down, Colton was waiting for you, lingering awkwardly in the doorway to the living room. You still couldn’t see what he’d done.

“What have you been up to?” you asked.

Colton ducked his head, shy all of a sudden. “We’ve both been so busy lately, I thought we could stay in tonight.” He took your hand, leading you into the living room. “I got pizza from that New York-style place you like, and we can watch a few movies…” He trailed off, and you gasped when you saw the living room for the first time.

Colton had set up a blanket fort that covered the entire room. He’d stripped the guest bedroom of sheets and comforter, and had stolen all the dining room chairs to carefully drape the sheets over. The lights were still off, the room lit only by the late afternoon sunlight. There was a stack of Disney movies laid out, the DVD player already on and waiting. You made a beeline for the pizza.

“Have I told you recently that I love you?” you asked, through a mouthful of food.

Colton pretended to think as he carefully made his way into the blanket fort beside you. “Not since this morning.” He reached across you for a piece of pizza, but you grabbed his wrist before he could.

“Hey, Colton,” you said seriously. Colton looked at you. “I love you.”

“I know,” Colton said simply, letting himself be reeled in for a kiss. “I know.”

#blurbs!#cait writes things #colton parayko imagine

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hookingminor · 2 years

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begin again (taylor’s version) - colton parayko

and you throw your head back laughing like a little kid I think it's strange that you think I'm funny, 'cause he never did

warnings: mentions of toxic past relationship

For the first time in nearly eight months, you were going on a date. It took a lot of pushing from your friends and a lot of therapy sessions, but you were finally ready to put yourself back out there again.

The last guy you were with had done quite a number on you to say the least.

This date was supposed to be an easy one; just one to dip your toes back in the water. He was apparently a friend of a friend and an incredibly kind and personable guy if your friend was to be believed. You didn’t know anything else about him other than his name was Colton and that he was very tall and large and blonde, and your friend only told you that information so you could pick him out when you got to the cafe. If she showed you a picture or told you anything else, she knew you would’ve found a million reasons to not go through with it.

Readjusting your hat, you took one last deep breath outside the small coffee shop, preparing yourself for the date you knew awaited you just inside. You were ten minutes early and figured you would have some time to settle down, but you were surprised to find a blonde man waving you over a few seconds after you crossed through the front entrance.

You gave him a timid smile and walked to where he was seated, and he quickly stood and pulled out the chair opposite of his for you to sit.

“Thank you,” you said, slipping off your coat and hat after taking a seat. “I’m guessing you’re Colton?”

“That would be correct, yes.” He flashed you a devastating smile. “Nicole told me you didn’t know what I looked like, so I thought I’d get here early for you.”

“Oh, well. Thank you.”

“What would you like to drink?” He asked after a moment.

“A latte would be great, thank you,” you replied. He gave you a curious look, probably picking up on the fact that you’d thanked him three times in the last minute, but he said nothing more as he excused himself to order.

Your ex used to criticize your coffee orders. Well, he criticized everything about you, but he always thought it was a waste of money every time you ordered a latte because what was the point in paying six dollars for a coffee that was 75% milk?

Colton returned a few minutes later with two cups in hand, gently placing yours in front of you.

“Thank you again,” you said for good measure. “What did you order?”

“Today’s my cheat day, so I got a caramel turtle mocha,” he answered. That reply had a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Your ex also hated anything overly sweet, especially sweet coffee.

“So, Nicole didn’t really tell me anything about you,” you started. “What do you do for a living?”

“She didn’t give me many details about you either,” Colton said, “but I play for the St. Louis Blues.”

Your eyebrows rose in shock. “Oh shit. Really? I should’ve pestered Nicole for more information then. I didn’t know she was going to set me up with a celebrity.”

“Please, I’m barely a celebrity,” he scoffed, brushing his athlete status off. “What about you? What do you do?”

You explained your job to him, keeping it as simple and short as possible, not wanting to bore him with the details, but he listened intently and asked you follow up questions, taking you off guard for the second time today.

“And what do you do for fun?” He asked after your respective jobs were all out on the table.

You hesitated for a moment. You couldn’t remember the last time someone showed interest in your hobbies. Your ex would tease you about all the time you spent with your head buried in a book or starting knitting projects you never finished or trying elaborate cooking dishes that never panned out. Everything you did was a waste of time in his eyes. He always thought you should’ve focused your energy into your job and working for promotions instead of being content where you were, but that wasn’t what you wanted.

Six months were spent molding yourself into the ideal partner your ex wanted. You changed your wardrobe to something less eclectic and mellowed yourself down to fit the type he wanted.

“I like to read,” you said vaguely. “I pick up a lot of different hobbies every now and then. I like to try different things, you know?”

“Have you tried picking up an instrument? Last year I started teaching myself guitar in my free time, but it didn’t go very well so I gave that up and put my energy into origami for a little bit but my hands were too big for the tiny pieces of paper. I did get really good at making paper airplanes, though,” Colton said.

A small part of your hardened exterior cracked a bit at his mini rant, a genuine smiling appearing on your face as he continued on. Well, it was very clear he was nothing like your ex.

“I haven’t gotten around to learning an instrument yet,” you softened, leaning a bit over the table to scoot a little closer. “I learned Mary Had a Little Lamb when I was a kid, so I could probably still do that but that’s it.”

Colton’s eyes lit up when you mentioned the piano, and he admitted to you that he really loved classical piano music and that he listened to it before home games to calm his nerves. You’d never met someone who shared the same appreciation of classical piano music as you, and soon you were talking about your favorite tunes and sharing songs.

The conversation soon shifted to your other interests. You discussed movies and your favorite reality TV shows, he even told you stories about which movies his family watched every Christmas before asking you if you had any family traditions.

Before you knew it, an hour had passed before Colton was checking his watch. Your heart dropped just a tiny bit when you realized the time, and it was a foreign but welcome feeling. You hadn’t had so much fun in a long time, let alone on a date. Your first date since your ex.

Colton’s face also fell when he read his watch, and he sent you a sad smile when he met your gaze. “I really, really hate to do this, but I have to get going,” Colton said. You nodded your head in understanding.

“That’s okay, I have some other errands to run,” you said.

“Did you drive here?” You nodded again. “Let me walk you to your car.”

You hadn’t expected him to offer, but you took him up on it, and the fluttering feeling in your stomach didn’t stop the entire walk back.

“Would you mind if I asked you for your number?” Colton asked when you reached your car.

There were no reservations in your head as you nodded your consent, and he held his phone out for you to take. You entered your information and saved it.

“Do you mind if I call you tomorrow?” His politeness and sweet disposition really was heartwarming. Like, tooth-achingly sweet. It was refreshing.

“Call? Not text?” You asked, and he shook his head.

“Nope. Call.” He was firm in his answer.

“You can call me anytime you want, Colton.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, Y/N.” And with that, he bid you goodbye and turned back down the street you came.

You unlocked your door and sat down, taking a full three minutes to sit in the driver’s seat with a dopey grin on your face before you started your engine, the warm and fuzzy feeling coursing through your blood following you the entire way home.

Could this be a new beginning?

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nugnthopkns · 3 years

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gonna keep this love if you let me

word count: 4.0k

warnings: explicit!fem reader, slight innuendo, alcohol consumption, cursing, a lot of wedding talk

recommended listening: burning | maggie rogers

series masterpost: here

a/n: found this during my google docs purge and decided to finish it!! guess that means hiiapl is tentatively back, but updates will most certainly be sporadic. also i know literally nothing about st. louis or the blues so pls don't come for me

Life would be completely different without Colton.

It’s crazy to think so, but it’s true. Had you not met him nearly five years ago at a bar in New York, you’d be in a totally different situation – probably married to the Wall Street douchebag you were with at the time and struggling to find your sense of self. Instead, you’re happy in St. Louis with the best chosen family you could ever dream of. Colton is a lighthouse in your storm, keeping you steady and providing hope.

Marriage has never been off the table, but it hasn’t exactly been on it either. Both you and Colton are young, barely into life itself, and you know he wants to enjoy his youth. Tyler tells you that you’re being ridiculous, that Colton is more than ready to settle down, but you’re scared to broach the topic. You’ve never handled rejection well, and Colton wielding that sword would be too much for you to bear. It doesn’t stop you from fantasizing about what your wedding would be like – you want it to be small, just close family and friends, and maybe on a lake. One day you’ll gather the courage to ask him what he thinks about spending the rest of his life with you.

“Babe, have you RSVPed to Scandella’s wedding yet?” Colton asks you as he slips his dress shoes on. It’s early May, and the Blues are trying desperately to make it out of the first round.

“No,” you draw out, slightly confused. “We didn’t get an invitation.”

“It’s on the fridge, under the grocery list. I put it there like a week ago.”

You roll your eyes and laugh. “How was I supposed to find it, Colt? I’ll do it as soon as you leave. Have fun in Denver.”

He kisses you gently, promising to score you a goal, and pats your dog on the head before wheeling his suitcase out the door and into the trunk of Tyler’s car. You wave to your boyfriend’s teammate and watch as they turn the corner. Once inside, you dig around on the fridge until you find the invitation. It’s a little crumpled, a clear indication Colton shoved it in his pocket after practice and left it there for a while, but it still looks gorgeous. Celeste, Marco’s fiancée, has a timeless style that is perfect for the wedding she’s no doubt deep into planning. Flipping the card over, you see the deadline to RSVP is in two days, so you rush to pull up the website and input your details.

Not even five minutes after saving your seats you get a text from Celeste. Cutting it pretty close to the wire, wouldn’t you say? followed by Please know I’m kidding, and I’m ecstatic you and Colton can make it.

You laugh, typing out a reply that explains your lateness. He never told me about it, just put the invite on the fridge after letting it sit in his jacket for a week. We can’t wait to be a part of the big day :) x

The two of you chat for a while longer, exchanging details about the wedding, before you take Perseus on his long walk and comfortably fall into the routine you keep when Colton isn’t around. Despite trying your best to dream of other things, you spend the night picturing what your boyfriend’s face will look like if you ever walk down the aisle.

☼☼☼☼

It’s chillier than you thought it would be, but with Colton’s suit jacket wrapped around your shoulders the warmth will soon return to your body. Marco and Celeste elected to have an evening wedding, and the setting sun makes the venue even more beautiful. Montreal is a beautiful city, with a wonderfully rich history, and the distant sound of boats on the St. Lawrence provide serene background noise.

The arm that is resting comfortably on the back of your chair shifts slightly to pull you closer to Colton. “When can we start drinking?” he whispers as you wait for the bride to make her entrance. “You look exceptionally good in that dress, and I need an excuse to have my hands all over you.”

“Colton Parayko,” you chide, “We’re in public!”

“When has that ever stopped me?”

Before you can reprimand him the music starts and the crowd rises. You follow suit, peering over Colton’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of Celeste. She looks stunning, all smiles as she makes her way towards her soon-to-be husband. The ceremony leaves you both in tears, with Colton’s teammates laughing hysterically at you. It’s the first time you don’t hear Colton defend himself when chirps are thrown.

The drinks flow freely throughout dinner, and by the time the dance floor opens you’ve consumed one too many gin and tonics. You can’t convince Colton to participate in the silly group dances so you’re with the group of wives, dancing up a storm and having the life of your life. Eventually he makes his way to the floor, stealing you away for a slow dance to some overplayed Ed Sheeran song. You rest your head on his chest as he sways you in small circles, sealing it with a kiss as the music fades into a song he can’t resist bopping along to. Both of you spend the rest of the night dancing with your friends and making memories you hope to duplicate as more of the team gets married.

It’s after midnight when the remaining guests send the newlywed couple on their way in a flurry of applause and bubbles. The hotel you’re staying at is only a short walk from the venue, so you and Colton make your way there at a leisurely pace. Much of it has to do with your inability to walk fast. Despite your boyfriend’s suggestion to wear a comfortable pair of sandals, you wore the highest pair of heels you own, and the pain you feel makes the journey longer than it needs to be.

“Hold up for a sec,” you whine slightly when Colton gets too far ahead of you for your liking, “‘M gonna take my shoes off.”

He looks at you like you’ve grown three heads. “Don’t do that Y/N, you’ll tear your feet to shreds. This isn’t even a real sidewalk.” He has a point – the path you’re on has you walking on a gravel shoulder.

“Don’t care. ’M tired and want to get home faster,” you mumble, bending over to undo the ankle straps.

A deep sigh rumbles from his chest, but Colton backtracks to stand in front of you. “Hop on.”

You do so with little protest and spend the rest of the walk clinging to Colton’s back. The hotel staff don’t bat an eye when the two of you enter the lobby, no doubt having encountered stranger things than a piggyback ride. It takes him a second to open the door but the latch eventually clicks, and Colton tosses you playfully on the bed. The two of you work quickly to complete some sort of nighttime routine, exhaustion hitting both of you hard. You want nothing more than to curl into Colton’s chest and sleep for at least fourteen hours.

Sleep has almost overcome you when Colton whispers a question into your hair. “Do you think we’ll have as much fun at our wedding?”

You try hard not to let your surprise be visible, but your heart is racing. “You want to get married?”

“Of course,” he says. “I knew you were the one a long time ago.”

A smile makes its way onto your features, though he can’t see it due to the position you’ve situated yourselves in. “I’d like to marry you one day,” you whisper back. The hum he emits reverberates in your chest, and you go to bed with your mind made up. You’re going to propose to Colton as soon as possible.

☼☼☼☼

It’s unconventional, you proposing to your boyfriend instead of the other way around, but your relationship has always been like that. Colton’s never been one to do things on other people’s timelines and neither are you, so many moments have been ‘too rushed’ for some family members’ liking. However, you do spend the rest of the summer debating on whether to go through with your plan or not. What if he says no because it’s too weird? The thought plagues you throughout your vacation to Alberta, and when Colton notices how off you are you chalk it up to feeling under the weather. He buys it and never brings it up again. Life has returned to normal, the season is underway, and you’ve finally committed to asking Colton to marry you.

Tyler points out how unorthodox the situation is when you pick him up to go ring shopping.

“In any other relationship I’d be doing this with Colt, not you.”

You laugh as he settles in your passenger seat and buckles up. “Since when has this been any old relationship? I moved across the continent for him.”

“Fair enough,” he shrugs. “Do you know what you’re looking for?”

The two of you spend the ride to the jewellers discussing what you think Colton would like. You argue that he’d want something simple – relatively thin and plain gold. Tyler insists that his friend wants an intricately carved ring that takes up a great deal of space on his hand, but you know he’s only doing so in an effort to make Colton look ridiculous. The bickering only stops when Tyler kindly opens the storefront door for you.

“Hi! Is there anything in particular you’re looking for?” the salesperson asks. He’s charming in the way salespeople usually are, all perfectly placed hair and dazzling smile.

“We’re just looking for rings,” you explain, eyes scanning for the display case that holds rings large enough to fit Colton’s finger.

The employee smiles, undoubtedly glad he’ll be making a nice commission off the sale. “You’re a smart man sir,” he nods to Tyler, “Bringing her in to make sure she likes it. Congratulations.”

The brunette looks at you in confusion for a moment before clueing in. “Oh,” he mutters, “We aren’t together. I’m just here for moral support.”

You nod. “Could you please point us in the direction of the men’s rings?”

Though more than a bit embarrassed, the employee leads to that section of store before leaving you to your own devices. Clearly it isn’t a common request, and Tyler chuckles a little before turning his attention to the elegant rings in front of him. There are a lot more options than you thought there would be and you feel a little lost. You know what Colton likes, so you whittle out anything you know he would hate. Tyler tries to sneak in a few rather garish choices but settles down once he sees how overwhelmed you are.

“Don’t stress so much. Colt’s going to love it regardless because it’s from you, and it means the two of you are getting married,” he insists.

You aren’t convinced. “What if he hates it?”

Tyler scoffs. “That’s going to be damn near impossible. He practically worships that ground you fucking walk on.”

The nerves settle enough for you to actually be productive and eventually you settle on one that looks strikingly similar to what you were describing to your friend in the car. Unsurprisingly they don’t have Colton’s size in store, but let you know when you place the order that it should be in by the end of the week. On the way home you pick up some dinner before dropping Tyler off in front of his house. “Thanks for coming with me today,” you say sincerely to which he just nods his head.

Colton’s back from his physiotherapy session when you slip through the front door. “How was your day with Bozak?” he asks as he takes the bag of takeout from your arms and sets it on the counter.

“It was fine,” you sigh, “But I’m glad to be home.”

“What did he need help with?”

You freeze. Though you assumed Colton would ask about the details of your day, you never actually cobbled together a white lie to tell him. “Uh, he wanted a second opinion of some art he wants to buy,” you stutter, “And I took that art history course in college. He just needed me to tell him it was a replica and that the seller was overcharging him.”

He buys it, and you feel a little bad about lying. It’s one of the few times you’ve ever done it throughout your entire relationship but you really don’t want him figuring out your plans. The rest of the night is spent pressed comfortably against his side on the couch, eating Chinese food and laughing at the contestants on the reality show the two of you are currently obsessed with.

☼☼☼☼

The ring box is burning a hole in your pocket. The jeweller called while you were at work, so on your way home you stopped by to pick it up. It’s perfect, just as beautiful as you remember when you picked it out a few days ago. You don’t have a plan, no elaborate yet endearing way to ask, but you know you won’t be able to keep the secret for long. Every fibre of your being wants to be engaged to Colton.

Your house is empty when you arrive home, save for the large dalmatian that comes bounding towards you at the sound of the door opening.

“Hi Perce,” you coo, letting the animal jump a few times in greeting before settling him down. Perseus soon becomes bored of watching you take off your shoes and wanders off, no doubt to find a toy to chew on.

The Blues have a game tonight, and it’s one of the few Friday night home games you can actually attend. Your office has a terrible reputation for scheduling mandatory team dinners on Fridays to ‘improve work flow and connection’. It’s mostly bullshit, but you can never get out of them for fear of getting reprimanded – your bosses take them very seriously. However, more than half the office was away at a professional development conference this weekend, meaning the rest of you were off the hook. You got home with just enough time to eat a quick meal and change into more comfortable clothing, including a much too large Parayko jersey. Perseus follows you to the door and whines as you say goodbye, but stops when you mention Colton returning in a few hours. The dog may have been yours originally but there’s no way anyone would know if you didn’t occasionally bring it up – Perseus is attached at the hip with your boyfriend, possibly soon to be fiancée. They do everything together and Colton is the one he drags out of bed in the morning to go to the bathroom.

By the time you get to the arena the stands are packed. There’s no way you’re getting down to the glass to possibly spare a moment with Colton, so you continue on your way, weaving through people and giving the occasional wave when someone recognizes you enough to call your name. Warmups are finished by the time you make it to the family and friends box and you settle in beside some of the other girls to watch the game unfold. The ring box sitting on the kitchen counter is all you can think about, especially when someone mentions how they recently had a sister get engaged and pass around pictures of the ring. You know you won’t have one, that it will be Colton with something on his left hand, but you don’t care. You just want to spend the rest of your life with him.

The game passes in the blink of an eye. Truthfully you didn’t pay any attention, too focused on imagining a future with Colton. All you know is the Blues won, and that knowledge is in your brain only because everyone else in the box screamed about it. Colton put up four points, meaning he has to speak to the media, and he sends you a text not to wait for him. You drive home listening to a top-forty station tapping absentmindedly at the wheel. Something in your gut tells you that you have to propose tonight. It doesn’t matter that there’s no plan that there’s a chance Colton could say no. You’ve kept it inside long enough and now that you have the ring in your position you’re only going to become more spaced out waiting for the ‘perfect’ time to propose. Life is messy and unconventional, and you’ll be damned if you go through one more moment of it without being engaged to Colton.

Things move in slow motion as you wait for Colton to get home. Perseus is upset when you return sans large blonde man, but perks up when you give him a treat and take him outside to let off some steam. It’s warm enough that you don’t need a jacket, and you perch lazily on a patio chair. Your mind is moving a mile a minute, wondering what you’re going to do if you even do anything at all. Despite your haste to propose, you find yourself wondering if you’ll be able to vocalize those feelings. So many things could go wrong that you’re debating if the whole idea was good in the first place. You’re so caught up in your internal monologue that you don’t hear Colton come home, and only recognize his presence after he lets out a grunt when Perseus runs at him with full force.

“Perce, come on man. You know you’re too big to charge me like that,” Colton laughs, turning to press a kiss to your temple. “How was work today babe?”

You smile at his enthusiasm and give in, detailing the monotonous work you had gotten up to at the office and mentioning how nice it was that everyone was out of town. Colton agrees, saying it was nice to see you at a game without the worry on your face of missing important work-related things. The two of you converse in hushed tones, not wanting to wake the neighbours because it’s well past midnight, until Perseus decides he’s had enough of running around and heads to the door. You follow him inside but stop in the kitchen, Colton nearly running into you because you stop so suddenly.

On the counter, beside the sink and in plain view, is the box housing Colton’s engagement ring. You must have left it there in your rush to get to the game, and forgot it was even out to begin with. How he didn’t see it when he came home is beyond you.

“What’s wrong?” Colton asks, concern lacing his voice. You aren’t one to freeze up and the fact that you did is unnerving for him.

You shake yourself out of it, not wanting to alert him to the presence of the foreign object in the room. “Nothing,” you sigh, “Just tired and sore from the game. You know those seats hurt my back.”

He doesn’t buy it and is quick to let you know. “I call bullshit. The patio chairs bother you more and you were fine. Just talk to me baby, I just want to help.” You’re sheepish, knowing you’ve been found out, and just keep staring at the box in silence because you don’t know what else to do. Colton scans the kitchen to figure out what has you so spooked and eventually lands on the black box that nearly caused you to have a heart attack. “What’s that?”

It’s as if a dam breaks inside of you. “It’s a fucking ring box, with a ring inside it. For you. I want to get married and I know you’re not pressed because we have all the time in the world but I love you and I want to officially spend the rest of my life with you as soon as possible. So I went and bought a ring with Tyler the other day because I decided I was just going to propose to you because fuck tradition you know? I love you so much that it hurts and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll have me. And I was going to think of a cute way to ask but I left the stupid thing on the counter when I got home and here we are.”

Shock, followed by amusement and wonder, take shape on Colton’s face, but he does a good job at recovering for your sake. You can’t believe your emotions came out like that, and want to curl into a ball and never see daylight again. “I’m just gonna go to bed,” you mumble, but Colton stops you from leaving with a gentle hand on your wrist.

“Wait babe, let’s talk about this.” That’s truly the last thing you want to do, but know it’s the adult approach. You sigh and turn back to face the man you love more than life itself.

Colton immediately pulls you into a hug, providing reassurance that what you said and how you feel is valid. You clutch the back of his t-shirt tightly, not wanting to ever let go because it means you have to face the gravity of the situation. Though it’s obvious Colton wants to talk he doesn’t push, which you greatly appreciate. Minutes pass before you pull away, pulling at the hair elastic on your wrist out of nervous habit.

“You want to marry me?” The question tumbles from Colton’s lips in a rushed manner like he can’t believe it. You nod while giggling, finding it funny that he could be so shocked. “Well then,” he smiles, “Let’s see the ring.”

With a bit more encouragement you leave his side and pad around the island, grabbing the box and making your way back to Colton. You hand the sleek black box to him, and cover your eyes while he opens it. If he hates it you’d rather not know, considering you poured your heart and soul into this decision. It’s silent for a few moments and you know Colton has opened the box. Going against yourself, you peek through your hands to see him crying.

“It’s beautiful,” Colton breathes, the words catching in his throat from the tears.

Unsure what to do you reach up to wipe the tiny water droplets from his face. “Don’t cry Colt,” you whisper, but your words are watery because you’re crying too. Before you can speak again he’s filling the silence with the one word you wanted to hear more than anything in the world.

“Yes.”

Tears flow freely from your eyes now, and if someone were to see the two of you through a window they’d be concerned. You know you look a mess but the only thing that matters to you is putting that ring on Colton’s finger and making it official.

“Yeah?” The question barely makes it past your lips before Colton is picking you up and slamming his lips against yours. You return the kiss instantly – giggling and trying your hardest to show him just how much you love him. It’s messy, all teeth as excitement gets the better of you both.

It feels like hours pass while you kiss Colton, legs wrapped around his waist as he supports the two of you. Eventually you pull away, too excited to see the ring on his finger, and jump down. Wordlessly he passes you the box and you slide the gold band onto the fourth finger on his left hand. The sight of it shining takes your breath away and a giddiness fills your soul.

“We’re getting fucking married,” you squeal, wrapping your arms around Colton again because you can’t contain your joy.

He laughs, big and loud and hearty, and meets your gaze with a fondness that is indescribable. “I think it’s the best idea you’ve ever had.”

You couldn’t agree more.

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gravestrain · 2 years

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but it's golden; colton parayko

surprise, @selfindulgentpoorlywritten! I wrote this for you for the winter fic exchange. I am so excited about this, I put my whole heart into it and I really hope you and everyone else enjoys it as much as I do. loosely based off of "Daylight" by Taylor Swift.

and a big thank you to @antoineroussel for putting this whole thing together and allowing me to be a part of it. this is a fic i am most proud of 🤍

This is a gender neutral reader, 2.5k words. :)

Love, as it seems, is not as easy as it appears in the movies and on TV. You have had your share of heartbreaks, and before you met Colton, you were ready to throw in the towel and give up completely, no desire to fall in love or get married or any of that.

It was your best friend who dragged you to the Blues game on a rainy Wednesday night. Something about discount beers and, a direct quote, "sexy hockey men." You weren't opposed to the idea, and she was offering you the ticket for free, so you decided to go because what else did you have better to do on a Wednesday night in Saint Louis.

When you got to the game, it was a whole different story. You were directly against the glass. You tried and tried to offer her money but she insisted it was her pleasure, stating she had gotten them for really cheap and she would've wasted the ticket had you not stepped in for her sick boyfriend. You took in the sight around you, looking up at the rafters, all the fans around you, the kids hoping to catch a puck from their favorite player. You adjusted your mask and reached down into your purse to pull out your phone when you heard a loud bang! from right in front of you.

You looked up and saw the largest man you had ever seen. From where you were sitting it appeared he was almost 7 feet tall, but you knew that probably wasn't right. "Holy shit," your best friend breathed out. "That's Colton Parayko." A quick google search led you to discover that your now boyfriend was just as handsome (and as tall) as he had appeared, and when you ran into him at the bar after the game, he mumbled something about fate, pulling you into his strong arms, and everything you thought about love had been thrown out the window.

That was almost a year ago now, you and Colton had been together for about that exact amount of time. Your relationship had been pretty solid for the most part. There were some trust issues there on your part and you both knew that. Colton had tried relentlessly to work with you on being able to give him your full trust. You wanted to so badly, but past relationships had made you weary of this. On the other hand, Colton knew it wasn't him, but he still wanted you to be able to put your all into him.

The Blues were eliminated from the playoffs in early May, just in time for Colton's birthday. You woke Colton up with his favorite breakfast, his heart swelling when he walked downstairs to see you dancing in your pajamas, flipping bacon on the stove.

"Well this is the best birthday present ever," he flirted as he wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Happy birthday, my love." You kissed him softly. You two weren't living together yet, but you had stayed the night at Colton's the past few nights. With the Blues being eliminated just a few days before, Colton was around all the time, and you both were ecstatic to spend a few full days together before the summer hustle began.

You spent a large part of the afternoon in bed, and then took a little power nap to be prepared for dinner and the gathering of your friends afterwards. With you both showered and ready, you went to dinner at one of Colton's favorite restaurants in the city. In short, the day was going perfect. Until it wasn't.

Much to your dismay, there hadn't been a conversation about summer plans yet. While you were certain Colton would bring it up eventually, you were admittedly disappointed that Colton wasn't jumping up at the opportunity to potentially bring you home to meet his family, or to come meet yours. Without either of you starting it, the topic made its' way into conversation.

"So Colt, are you bringing (Y/N) home to meet your family?" Ryan O'Reilly asked Colton while the guys played a card game. Colton took a sip of his drink and shook his head, causing your stomach to sink. "Nah, I think they're gonna stay home, right babe?" He asked, causing your stomach to fall completely to your toes. The way he talked about it like you had already discussed it made you feel sick.

"Uh, yeah, I'm gonna stay here for the summer." You mused, taking a huge sip out of your drink and excusing yourself to the upstairs bathroom, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

You raced upstairs, locking the bathroom door and sinking down against the wall, the tears spilling rapidly out of your eyes. You were sobbing now, trying so hard to hold it in, but you were tired. You couldn't do it anymore. Loud sobs wracked your body with no awareness to the fact that anyone could hear you if they came upstairs.

"Babe?" You heard the bellowing voice of your boyfriend followed by a strong knock. You couldn't believe his nerve. "Go away, Colton. Better yet, why don't you go home already? Clearly you don't want to be around me." You shot back at him and heard him sigh on the other side of the door. You knew it was a low blow, but you wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt you. "They're all gone, love. Please come out. I fucked up, I know." He admitted and you shook your head. You had no intention of forgiving him for this any time soon, but maybe you could come to a resolution. After all, you would be spending the summer apart.

Colton took a step towards you as you opened the bathroom door but you shook your head, causing him to retreat three steps back, sadness in his eyes, but not defeat quite yet.

"I'm sorry that this conversation hashed out the way it did. Honestly, I didn't think you would be ready to come meet my family. I didn't think that was a step you were ready to make just yet. I want you to meet my family, but I thought you would be apprehensive." He reasoned and you scoffed. You couldn't believe he was trying to make it seem like he was looking out for you.

"That's bull shit, Colton and you know it. How would you know if I wasn't ready? We have never had a conversation like this. You are just trying to make excuses for your poor behavior. When were you planning on having this conversation, Colton, huh? Right before you left?" Your voice rose after each accusation as it became more and more clear that there was not going to be a resolution to this.

"I was going to tell you soon, but I didn't want to ruin today. I leave on Monday." He admitted, voice dropping and you audibly gasped. "Monday? It's Friday, Colt! You were going to give me three days notice that I was not to accompany you on your trip while we spend three plus months apart? I can't believe you right now, I don't even want to look at you." You walked out of his frame of view and towards Colton's bedroom where your overnight bag was. You started throwing everything into the overnight bag, not caring if it was folded or clean.

"C'mon, (Y/N), don't do this. We can't have this fight between us right before I leave." Colton tried to reason but you wouldn't budge. "You made that choice, Colton. This is on you." The tears were threatening to push back but you weren't going to let him see you break. "Have a good trip. Let me know when your flight lands." Your voice cracked at the end as you walked out the door. Colton stood in the doorway, watching you pull out of his driveway, not sure if you'd ever come back.

Colton did text you when his flight landed three days later, but all you gave him was a "like" on the message. You were utterly heartbroken. Most of all, you missed him. Your heart hurt at the idea that he didn't want to spend the summer with you. You knew that he would want to go home, but you had just assumed you would accompany him and then the two of you would go see your family at some point as well.

Colton updated periodically on his trip, sending pictures every now and then, but you never responded with more than a sentence or two, sometimes just sending a reaction or an emoji.

Colton knew he had fucked up.

At the very least, Colton knew you were alive. His heart swelled whenever he saw the notification from the Ring doorbell, indicating that you had come over to water his plants. Some days he could even see you plopped on the couch with your dog. He didn't have a dog of his own, but it looked like he did, what with all the hair from your dog all over his place from you constantly bringing him over. Not that Colton complained.

He would do anything to be surprise attacked by your dog as you walked through the door. He missed you so much. He knew that he had royally fucked up, but he wasn't sure what to do. It wasn't until he heard your sniffles as you opened the door that he knew what he had to do. He needed to come back to you.

Colton was heartbroken and lost without you. His trip home was pointless, he wasn't enjoying himself or even remotely happy knowing that the two of you were fighting and hadn't exchanged more than 100 words since he had left two weeks ago.

He couldn't believe he made it two weeks without you. He vowed to never do it again.

Are you home?

The text came through around 6 o'clock. You knew he knew that you were home, which is exactly why he sent it at that time. No matter how busy the work day was, you always insisted on leaving right at 5.

Yes.

I sent you something, check your front door.

You furrowed your eyebrows, but got up none the less, figuring it was some sort of souvenir or something that he had sent like he did often times when he went on road trips. You never expected to see your tall, handsome boyfriend standing on the other side of the door. Your heart dropped as your shaky hands reached for the doorknob.

Colton was shitting bricks on the other side of the door. He had no clue how you were going to react, but he couldn't handle the idea of him letting you know he was coming back to Saint Louis and you rejecting his advances. He didn't know how you were going to react, so he braced himself for the worst, but was met with the complete opposite.

Your arms were thrown around his waist, nuzzling into his chest, trying to compute his touch to memory, as if you were never going to feel it again. Tears fell silently from both of your eyes, a sigh of relief coming from Colton's lips as he repeatedly kissed the top of your head, squeezing you impossibly tight, not that you cared.

"My baby," he breathed out. His hands shook just as vigorously as yours. There were times in the past two weeks that he wasn't sure he would ever hold you again, and God willing this wouldn't be the last time.

"My love, I am so sorry. I can't even begin to express how sorry I am. I was a liar and a coward, and I don't deserve your forgiveness but I want it so badly, if you'll let me. The truth is, I was scared as hell to bring you home to my family. I knew we were both at that point in our relationship but as I felt us getting more and more serious, I panicked. I've never brought anyone home to meet my family, much less the person I plan on marrying. I was so, so scared and cowardly. I understand if you can't forgive me but I hope you understand that I never met to hurt you. I was trying to protect myself when I had nothing to save me from. I love you, more than I've ever loved anything before. And while that is terrifying, it is so beautiful and liberating. I am so lucky to be loved by you and to be able to love you, and I'm so sorry that I made you feel like that isn't true. I promise to never hurt you like that ever again." You were both steadily crying at this point.

"Nothing has ever hurt me worse than the idea of losing you, Colt. It wasn't even really what you did and said, it was the idea of losing you that was too much to handle. The pain was too much. I couldn't speak to you because I felt that I had lost you, and that pain was too great to bear. I never want to go through that again." You wavered to him and he shook his head vigorously.

"You will never feel that again, god help me if I put you through even a fraction of that pain again. I know it's not realistic to assume we'll never hurt each other at least once in this life but I'm gonna do my absolute best to assure it's nothing more than insulting your favorite song or waking you from a nap." A smile grew on your face at his statement.

You allowed him to walk you through the doorway of your apartment, but the two of you clung to each other like it would be the last time. There were moments when you believed it would be, and you still clung to him like that.

"I'm not ready to propose yet. I know it may have seemed like I was proposing. I know it's you, but we have our whole lives ahead of us to get married. I just want to spend the rest of my days loving you, that's all I know." Colton promised as he clung to you underneath your bedsheets late that night.

"When the time comes, it will be the easiest yes of my life." He pulled you in close and you nuzzled your nose into his side, inhaling his scent. "Before I met you, I used to believe that love was this convoluted thing that was destined to fall apart. It wasn't that I didn't believe in it necessarily, but I had come to terms with ending up alone. I was at peace with it, almost. I had convinced myself that I could be okay alone, which I think is a beautiful thing, to be okay with yourself. And then I met you."

"You make that sound like such a bad thing," Colton teased, kissing your temple softly. "Anyways," you said with a scoff, pushing your finger into his side. "For a few hours, I could convince myself that I wasn't gonna fall for you, but we can see how well that worked out," you joked. "Before you, love was so dark to me. Now it's the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine." You gushed and his heart swelled, kissing you softly.

"You are the most beautiful thing I could ever imagine. You're everything, my love." He told you sweetly, squeezing your waist tighter.

"We're everything, angel. We are."

#Colton parayko imagine #Colton parayko x reader #Colton parayko fic #Colton parayko #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl fic #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey fic #hockey #st louis blues imagine #st louis blues fic #st louis blues

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harlowhockeystick · 3 years

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Could we do a Colton Parayko blurb? And can it be smut #7 "here? really?"

Pretty please with a cherry on top?! It’s one of those kinda days ♥️

contains: light nsfw (minors DNI), fluff, fem reader

it had been a long week. colton was on a long series of road games, having three on the road, all of them being in a different time zones. it always takes a couple of weeks for colton to get properly adjusted to the busy routine of his lifestyle. he's thankful for the time he gets to have with you over facetime when you're free and when he is at the hotel, but nothing compares to sleeping in his own bed and being able to hold you in his arms at night.

and just like colton, it took you a few weeks to get used to everything as well. after a nice and peaceful summer, days going by slow and warm, filled with laughter and sun kissed hours on the boat. colton tried to soak up each one, trying his best to savor each moment before he was thrown into the crazy world that is the NHL.

"missed you," colton mumbled as he pulled you in for a tight hug. you were picking him up from the airport when the team landed. the suitcase he threw in the backseat of the car without struggle, letting out a deep sigh as he dipped down into the drivers seat.

it was obvious that he was tired, he had some dark circles underneath his eyes, his shoulders were slumped and he didn't have much perkiness in his voice. the man could use some sleep in his own bed. but first, he needed a milkshake.

"no offense, but aren't you supposed to be on a diet?" you chuckled when he pulled into the drive thru of a local restaurant that was known for their milkshakes. he leaned his head against the headrest and looked over at you.

"i'm too tired to be offended. are you really going to deny a man his milkshake?" he teased, resting his hand on your thigh like always. you looked ahead and it was only now that you noticed just how many people are in line.

keeping his foot pressed on the brake, colton inched his hand up further your thigh. you knew what he was doing- the man loved to tease you. keeping his head facing forward on the cars in front of him, colton's fingers started to dance along the hem of your loose shorts. you didn't put on your best clothes to come and pick your boyfriend up from the airport.

as you were scrolling on his phone, and as the drive thru line moved car by car, you felt colton's fingers slip underneath your shorts and start to play with the lines of your panties. you took in a deep breath and continued to scroll, hoping he wouldn't try to get frisky in a drive thru parking lot.

but, you were wrong.

"here? really?" you said with a light giggle. slipping the tips of his fingers into your underwear, inching closer to the sweetest part of you.

"what? i thought we had car sex on our bucket list." he joked, taking his foot off the break momentarily to move forward as another car disappeared on the other side of the building. looking forward, there were still three cars between you and the menu board. "i bet i can get you to cum before we get to the menu," he dared himself, his eyes getting dark as a smirk appeared on his lips devilishly.

his middle finger tracing your outer lips, making you inhale deeply and lose your train of thought, another car pulled forward. "do your worst," you replied, your voice quiet and eyes almost as dark as coltons.

he smirked and moved his middle finger to circle your clit, making you close your eyes and gasp. your hand rested on his forearm as he slipped a finger into your warm pussy. he wasn't knuckle deep as he'd like to be, but he knew he could get the job done with just the one finger.

another car moved forward so that caused colton to pump his finger a little faster. slipping his thumb into the mix he rubbed over your sensitive clit which made you bite back a moan and tightly close your eyes. the sensations that colton brought over you just by your fingers alone never failed to make you squeal in ecstasy every time.

just as he was about to win this little bet, the car moved forward and he had no choice but to remove his hand from your center which dissatisfied both of you greatly. while you fixed your underwear back to where it should be colton ordered and then pulled forward.

looking over to kiss you on your cheek, and then your lips he gave you a smile. "i'll make it up to you when we get home, i promise. you're not the only one who missed it."

#i love him sm #colton parayko #colton parayko imagine #colton parayko x reader #colton parayko blurb #colton parayko smut #j's writing #minors dni #fem reader

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twinklelilstarkey · 3 years

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For the Colton Imagine can it be something like proposal or with kids (he just looks adorable with children)

Kids - Colton Parayko

A/N: Of course, baby! I chose with kids because I just couldn't say no to that. Here it is.

Words: 2.7k+

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Kids (?). Just Colton melting over kids and being their favorite.

To say that your boyfriend looked cute when with kids, is an understatement. He’s just the purest and most adorable person when he’s close to a kid. His whole expression can change when his eyes land on the small young humans, and so does his smile and his tone of voice.

Colton is just a sight to see. And a great helper too.

The reason behind that is that you’re a kindergarten teacher. You, as someone that has always loved the idea of being around kids, are still young and learning in your job on how to be a great teacher and even role model to such young kids.

Right off when you started your career, before meeting Colton, you wanted kids to have the best of experiences in your classroom. You wanted to be the coolest teacher, all because you also had that when you were younger. And that came with a lot of fun activities throughout the week and a lot of decorating to do in your classroom.

Is it tiring? Yes. But is it worth it when the kids run in every morning all excited to see you? Oh, absolutely.

Close to any festive date, you remodel your classroom with the help of your coworkers - and Colton, when he’s free - and always do a list of all the activities you want to do during the week.

Imagination is key in this job.

You met Colton a year into your job. It was a random date you had set yourself in by a dating app - something your friends had forced you to try and see what would happen.

On that date, the first minutes were a bit awkward, you felt nervous and Colton felt all anxious. You were scared that it would all just be a recipe for disaster.

For an example, the thoughts that ran through your mind were all about: what if one of you just said something completely random or talked too much?

Ugh, it was stressful, to say the least.

But that was until you said what you do for a living. Oh, the heart eyes he gave you.

“So, you like kids?” He had asked you.

“Of course! Ever since I was teenager and babysat my neighbor’s kid.”

You won your way to his heart right away. He made you all sorts of questions about your job and just smiled all the time you would mention your favorite moments with the kids.

And when you asked about him, and he told all sorts of opportunities he has had with his job to hang out with kids. And you felt like you melted into a puddle.

He would mention how many times he has infiltrated himself onto small kids’ skating-classes at the Enterprise center and how they would always let him help out. Kids are, honestly, who rule the soft spot on his heart.

All the stories the two of you had, were just what saved that date. It was what made you talk for hours and hours about one another and make you notice how much more you have in common, other than liking kids.

Both of your friend groups would just think that their ears would fall off if they heard you talk about one another one more time, during the following weeks.

Three dates in and you’re dating. Living your absolute best life.

And two years later, which is now, you’re still dating Colton. You, now, go and see him in every home game and he picks you up from work every time he’s free. He also helps you with buying stuff for your classroom - when it needs redecoration, or when you need help with getting stuff ready on big days.

“Can you pass me the scissors, babe?” Colton asks you as he stares intensely at the piece of paper.

You pass him the scissors quickly and he whispers at you a little ‘thank you’.

You’re both sitting in one of the small tables of your classroom while cutting up some drawn and painted balloons.

Today marks a week away from your class’s last kindergarten day, so you’re getting everything ready for it to the best last few days with them.

Most of the classroom, if not the school, is decorated. You, honestly, just need to add the little details you weren’t able to finish on Friday’s afternoon, and Colton, which had a day off, decided to come in with you super early to help.

You look over at the clock on the wall and you almost let out a gasp. The first kids, the ones that always appear before time for class, are almost here.

Quickly you stand on your feet and go get the other things ready while Colton continues to cut up balloons or drawing cute faces on them.

You open the bags of candy and start putting two down by the desk of each kid, probably looking like a maniac at how quick you’re moving around.

You dunk the rest in the bowl by your desk, and you hear, very faintly, a little giggle at the end of the hall.

Oh, here they come.

You grab onto your sheets of paper and look over your shoulder at the door of your classroom, seeing it open very slowly. A small head of dark curls appears and a group of gasps escapes the children at the door.

“Good morning, Miss Y/N!” The girl that peeked in first says with her big smile.

“Good morning!” You say back with a smile.

Colton lifts his gaze from his little balloon and he sees the small kids, all staring up at you by the door. He smiles as you let them in the class and all their eyes land on him as he comes into view.

“This is Colton, he’s just helping me out, today.” You explained to them.

Some of the shyer kids hesitated a bit when walking in the colorful room, but the extroverts just sprinted to him with their toothless smiles.

“Hi!” They all screamed at him at different timings. “I’m Jacob!” One of them screams while everyone else also begins their introductions.

Colton smiles at them and soon a wave of questions hits him.

Children, when not scared, are one of the most curious beings in the world, so they will ask anyone about anything. And that comes with a large lack of filter too. But that is not something anyone that has come close to a child doesn’t know.

Colton, to your surprise, was able to answer every single one of them without ignoring any kids. Something you, their teacher, still have some difficulty doing, today.

While most of the kids are distracted with him, you go and drift your attention towards the shyest ones. You walk over to the door and go help the ones who are hesitating to walk in, holding up your hand at them before crouching down to their level to say a little ‘good morning’.

In a matter of very few minutes, you’re able to warm them up with the idea of walking in - which, indeed, has a lot to do with the candies that are resting on their desks.

When the small group of kids clears out your door, you notice a special girl you’ve grown to love ever since you started working here.

Her name is Addison and she is the purest, yet the shyest kid you’ve ever come to meet. She’s timid to the point of preferring to be alone all day, even in the park in recess. She has had to change classes a bunch of times due to that lack of talking and not making friends, yet she landed on yours a year ago.

Throughout this year, you have been trying your best at winning her trust. She’s a very scared little being and you can’t just leave her in the corner, especially when most of the stuff you do in class is for everyone to be involved and have a great time as a group.

There have been good days and bad days, yet her good days are able to make your heart melt. Those are the days where she’s able to do more than half of the stuff you offer her to do and with a smile. The most precious smile in the world.

“Good morning, princess Addison.” You tell her as she stands behind the doorway. “I love your dress, today!”

A small little curve appears over her lips and she starts taking small steps towards you. You smile brightly at her, still crouched to be at eye level, and she quickly is standing in front of you.

“Mommy did my hair today.” She whispers at you.

You let out an enthusiastic gasp and she smiles at you.

“Oh, well, let me see the masterpiece.”

She turns around to do a little twirl and you look to see her coily hair separated in two perfect buns, which are held by two glittery light blue elastics - Addison’s favorite color.

“Wow!” You tell her and she turns back to you.

She is smiling so brightly that you swear you’re already a puddle. She’s just this adorable human being.

If there’s any kid that will make you emotional when leaving on the last day, it will be her. No offense to anyone else, she’s just the princess of the classroom.

Colton, who is still sitting at the table, has found himself done with all the cutting and coloring, but also with two young boys climbing his back to dangle over his shoulders.

You weren’t kidding when you said that the kids are always in a good mood right in the morning.

He laughs at something one of the boys says and he looks over to check on you. You’re talking to a little girl in a blue dress and your smile is just as wide as it can be, as well as your eyes, which just twinkle with love.

When you finally stand back on your feet and extend your hand over to the little girl, Colton notices how her expression changes. Her small eyes study the room anxiously as she walks with you, and when they land on him, even worse.

Stranger danger, Colton, come on! Of course, the kids won’t like you right off the bat.

Before Colton could stand up or say anything to announce how he’s already done with his task at you, a little voice stops him.

“Mister Colton?” A little boy says while waving his arm around, “Are you and Miss Y/N dating?”

(...)

Half an hour later and your classroom is almost full, as hell as it’s almost time for class to begin and Colton’s time to leave. You stand back to look at what you just put on the wall, just to make sure it’s centered.

Yeah, looks good.

The usual giggles, ones you’ve grown quite accustomed to, are louder, yet only now you’re looking back to see what’s happening.

Colton is still sitting with the kids, he has two boys laying over his shoulders, which look like they’re about to do a handstand, and he’s talking to a whole other group that is sitting on the floor in front of him.

You walk over to your desk to check something on your computer before you announce the time to everyone - and end up breaking everyone’s hearts. And as soon as you take a seat on your chair, you notice that Addison has gotten up from her seat.

One of her little drawings is still sitting on her desk, but you can’t stop yourself from looking for her in the big group of children around your boyfriend. And that’s when you see her, walking towards him with a paper in her hands.

Colton continues to talk to the kids, but that’s when he notices a small figure appear beside him. He looks over and the girl from before - Addison, you already told him the name of everyone in the room - is standing right beside him.

He gives her a smile, which she gives back, just a little shyer.

A sudden weight is lifted off his shoulders - quite literally, because one of the boys became tired of hanging on his shoulder, but also because she had just smiled at him.

So, he decides to try his best.

“What do you have there?” He asks Addison, pointing his finger at the paper on her hand, honestly, just trying to make conversation.

Why does he feel nervous?

He notices her lips moving, but he can’t hear what she said. So he leans in, turning his head to the side, so she can repeat right over his ear.

“A drawing.” She tells him, again, in a whisper.

Colton snaps his head back to her and smiles widely in excitement.

“Really?”

She nods.

“Can I see it?”

Her lips move again and Colton leans in again so she can talk on his ear.

“It’s for you.”

“For me?” Colton asks extremely excited and looks over at her.

Addison nods with a little shy smile and a little giggle escapes her mouth as he looks at her with an open mouth in shock. She, slowly, raises her hand with the paper on it and Colton, just as slowly, takes it.

(Kind of looks like this - but make it hockey)

As his eyes land on the paper, he feels his heart burst at how adorable it is. He can tell that it’s a bunch of hockey players, all of them with blue jerseys and with hockey sticks on their hands.

“Oh my god!” He whisper-yells, making the girl look at him a little worried, “It’s amazing!”

Another giggle escapes her mouth and Colton, probably getting too confident, extends his (now) free arms to ask for a hug. She looks at him a little hesitatingly, yet before he could even think twice about what he just requested, she throws herself into his arms.

Colton, like with any other kid from class that requested a hug, wraps his arms around her and pulls her into the hug. Her giggles fill the room and you smile at the sight.

It’s impressive, to say the least. It took you so long to get that little girl’s trust and with one simple morning, Colton, not only got a drawing but a hug?!

Sounds unfair to you. Even though extremely adorable.

“So, you’re a blues fan?” You hear him ask her, making you let out a laugh.

If she isn’t, he sure is going to convert her into being one.

She nods her head and decides to do the same thing as another kid is doing beside Colton - sitting over his leg. Colton, now with one kid on each leg, and still one over his shoulder, looks over at you.

His smile is just the brightest ever. He’s having the time of his life.

He looks back at Addison and shows the drawing she just did to her.

“Am I in this?” He asks her and she nods.

Her little finger points at one of the figures with blue jerseys and the only difference between him and the other guys is that he’s holding hands with someone. He eyes the other person with care, and just by the clothes that they’re wearing and from the hair.

It’s you. Holding his hand while he holds a stick with his opposite hand.

He unconsciously pouts at how cute it all is and fights his urges to stand and run to you, just to show you the amazing drawing.

You must have read his mind, because right as he thought that, you appeared beside him, also taking a seat over the carpet with everyone. It didn’t take long for some of your students to move over and sit close to you.

Colton hands you the drawing, which you carefully grab it, and he points at the pair of people in the middle of it. You smile brightly and Addison gives the two of you her biggest smile of the day.

She was proud of her drawing, but, now, more than ever.

“Ms. Y/N, can Colton stay for the rest of the day?” Someone asks in the crowd of children.

Colton laughs beside you and you smile at the boy who asked it. Before you could even open your mouth to answer him, Colton does it.

“No, but I can come back tomorrow (?)” He says, almost as if it’s a question.

He’s looking at you, and that’s when you understand that he’s asking you for permission. And as soon as the kids also notice that, a wave of screams hits your ears.

“Please!” and “Let him!” are screamed at you and you smile.

“Yeah, of course.” You tell him and he smiles.

The kids celebrate, some by jumping around, others throwing their fists in the air while screaming victoriously, and others - like Addison - just smile at the both of you.

Ugh, things can’t get better than this.

Hope you liked this! Sorry it took me a little long to post it, but I was a little stuck on one part. Really hope it was worth the wait.

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right under our noses (part 4) | colton parayko

Teaser: "You avoid everything."

Sticking true to what he admitted to Alex and Jayne when the plan started, Colton couldn't fake an interest in Amy the night you were all out. It was pointless since he knew it wouldn't go farther than a night. The only thing on his mind was Alex’s warning before they left the locker room.

You should be on your best behavior tonight. He didn’t know what that meant, but he had a feeling you were at the bar, even if he had no idea who you were.

He discounted Amy immediately, seeing as he just met her and she for sure didn't know Alex or Jayne, the masterminds behind this elaborate plan. He would never be rude enough to cut a conversation short, Amy wasn't that bad. But within twenty minutes, he found himself moving back towards the group of guys and away from the woman who clearly wanted his attention.

After Vince dropped you off at your house that night, you almost convinced yourself that he was the person you were being set up with. He flirted as he usually did, but something felt different. Maybe it was you, in your head about finding your "perfect match." Any mutual friend between the three of you felt like fair play.

But, you knew Alex, and Alex would never set you up with Vince. In fact, he had told you numerous times in the past to steer clear. Not because he didn’t trust Vince, but because Vince was still living out his twenties, with the swarm of women around him.

There was nothing wrong with that, you didn’t judge. But, Alex knew how turned off you would be with someone who might struggle to keep his eyes only on you. If Vince was in a different stage of life, maybe things could work out. However, Alex's voice continued to ring through your ears: "I will murder you."

As the weeks went by and you were now a little over a month into this “experiment” put together by Jayne and Alex, you still had no idea who the other half of the equation might be. Clueless, was a better way to describe you.

“Okay, so,” Jayne smiled, dropping herself beside you on her couch. “You guys have talked. Obviously, we couldn’t really catch what you were saying but you both looked comfortable.”

“Okay?”

“We think you should try to talk to people more, about other stuff.”

“Like what?” You looked between Jayne and Alex, who was sprawled out on the other couch. “What does that mean?"

“You know what we mean,” Alex rolled his eyes. "There's a difference in the way you talk to me and some of the other guys on the team, right?"

"Well, you're my best friend's husband that I've known longest, so yeah."

"Yes, but you know how to avoid answering all questions and not sharing information about yourself with literally everyone. People are too phased to notice it, but as people who actually hear what goes through your head, you avoid everything," Jayne read you.

"I don't get what you mean."

"Hey, I get it, I hate people in my life and my head. But, our marriage wouldn't work if I didn't at least tell Jayne."

You sighed, staring at the wall ahead.

"Why is that so uncomfortable for you?"

You turned to look at Jayne for a few moments, tongue pressed to the top of your mouth. "I'm insane."

"What?" Alex asked with a laugh.

"Tell me I'm not," You challenged. "If I told everyone what goes on in my head, you think I would be able to show my face in public?"

"I think you have a normal amount of insanity," Jayne rolled her eyes. "And, who cares? It's not about if you're crazy or not, it's about you giving someone the opportunity to get close to you. This plan isn't going to work if you're skating around every conversation you've had with him."

"Who is him?"

"Nice try," Alex responded.

"It's been way too long for me, I hate this."

"What do you hate about it?"

"Letting someone in, getting hurt, feeling too vulnerable, it's disgusting. I don't know if I can actually do it."

"It's hard, I know. But, just trust us. I can't make any promises but you are literally one of the most important people in my and my family's life. The last thing I'll do is let you get hurt. I'll kill him before he even has a chance."

"So, he's on the team?" It was subtle and fleeting, but with how much time you spent with them, you noticed the quick glance Alex and Jayne shared at your response to Alex's promise.

"Stop fucking asking questions about him," Jayne rolled her eyes. "You both are so annoying."

“Are you sure I’ve talked to him already? I don’t remember half the conversations I have when you’re around.”

“We know.”

“What does that mean?” You raised your eyebrows. “What did I do?”

“Oh, nothing,” Alex sang. “You might forget, but we don’t.”

“What does that mean?” You groaned, sinking deeper into the couch.

“It means that you may have already approved of our choice, but that’s all we’re going to say.”

“When I was drunk?” Your eyes widened. "Why would you guys ask me when I'm drunk? How am I supposed to remember that?"

"Technically, ma'am, you brought it up and we just let you talk," Alex replied.

“Yep, and you can’t back out now, we’re in too deep,” Jayne said. “Look, just consider getting to know the people around you and you’ll see.”

“But I can’t just have deep conversations with every single guy I talk to, that’s crazy.”

“Well, it’s not every guy,” Alex rolled his eyes. “It has to be someone that we know, too, and someone that you don’t despise. We’re your friends, we know what you like so it’s not like we’re gonna go far to pick someone.”

"So, not on the team?"

"We're not answering that, that would give too much information either way."

You huffed, “So, you guys still think this is a good idea?”

“I think it’s a great idea,” Alex shrugged. “Come on, isn’t it kind of exciting?”

“No,” You rolled your eyes, standing up. “Have deeper conversations with strangers, thanks for that progress report. It really helped.”

“Oh, come on,” Jayne laughed. “You’re having fun and you know it.”

“Fun isn’t really the word. More like ‘stuck,’ because even though I think this is a terrible idea, I want to know who it is.”

“I guess you’re still on board then,” Alex shrugged with a smile on his face.

“I genuinely hate you guys,” You mumbled.

“Hey, you never know, you might even figure it out today,” Jayne said as you walked out of their kitchen.

“I doubt it but whatever,” You called back to her as you gathered your things. You had to head into work and probably wouldn't see them for another few days. “See you guys later.”

"Come out when we invite you!" Jayne yelled as you opened their front door. "Your future husband will be there."

When Alex invited Colton over for dinner a few nights later after a game, Colton knew he couldn’t decline. Any chance at possibly figuring out who he was being set up with was a chance that he was willing to take.

He didn’t expect to be so wrapped up in this plan. He wasn’t entirely focused on the plan, more so on the possibility of spending time with someone who was on the same page as him.

He always had conversations with Alex and the guys about long-term plans and settling into a family, whether in the locker room or as they traveled from city to city. For a while, he felt that he was too young to settle down. But, now? Seeing all his bestfriends in relationships and starting to have families gave him FOMO, especially when he no longer salivated at one-night stands.

“How are you feeling, man?” Alex asked.

“I’m alright,” Colton shrugged.

“We wanted to invite you over to see how you’re doing with the plan. We’re over a month in now.”

“Honestly,” Colton started. “I have no idea who it is, or where to even start looking.”

Jayne laughed, “Neither does she.”

“So, how can this work if we never figure it out?”

“We still have a few tricks under our sleeves, give it time” Alex smiled.

“Have you been seeing anyone though? Like, romantically,” Jayne asked.

“To be honest, this is all I can think about.”

“So, you haven’t brought anyone home for a month?”

“Basically,” Colton confirmed. “I mean, Y/N tried to get me with this girl that last time we were all out, but you told me to be on my best behavior, and to be honest, I wasn’t interested.”

Jayne did her best not to smile at the mention of your name, but Alex and she found it funny how oblivious you guys were to each other. It could work in their favor, or you both could continue to tiptoe around each other and never figure it out.

“Well, we know for a fact that you have talked to her, multiple times. But, we’re going to tell you the same thing we told her, just try to talk to people more. Ask questions and don’t just have those stupid 5-minute passing conversations. You won’t figure out who it is like that.”

“So, I’m just supposed to have long conversations with every woman I come across?” Colton furrowed his eyebrows.

“No, just the women that we all know, and that you could potentially be interested in. Any more details and we’re going to spoil it.”

“I don’t understand, we all know at least 100 of the same women.”

“Don't be dramatic,” Alex rolled his eyes, something he had been doing a lot of recently. “Just remember who you’ve talked to, and capitalize.”

***

"You good?" You felt a gentle hand on your back as you sat at the bar, staring at the TV screen in front of you. You didn't know what was playing, but you couldn't afford to have your attention anywhere else.

"Hello?" Vince furrowed his eyebrows when you didn't respond.

You snapped out of your trance, turning to him, "Yeah, sorry, I'm good."

His eyes searched your face as he got comfortable in the seat next to you. "You sure about that?"

There was no point in lying because you had been caught red-handed by someone who was never afraid to call you out on your bullshit. Instead, you reached for your drink and quickly downed the rest in one gulp.

"I'll be fine."

"Two more of whatever she's having," Vince said to the bartender.

"Did you come straight from work?" He asked, looking down at his watch.

"Yep, figured I'd get a head start on everyone."

He laughed, "Want to share more?"

"Do you really want to hear?" You raised your eyebrows.

"I'm asking, so yes, I want to hear," He smiled. You watched as he pulled his chair closer to yours as if getting ready to give you his undivided attention.

You started off slow, recounting your day that began with waking up 46 minutes into the scheduled check-in with your supervisor at work. This was of course followed by a scolding when you finally made it to the office, and an inbox full of unread messages.

Vince's attention never wavered, even in the chaos of the bar. You both hadn't even noticed that the group chat for the night had announced that everyone would be meeting at a different bar instead.

"They sent this 37 minutes ago," Vince said, looking at his phone. "do you want to go meet them? I think it's a few streets down."

"Not really, but if you want to, you can. I think I'll head home."

"I'll walk with you."

You nodded. You moved to reach for your wallet to pay the bill but Vince cut you off.

"You better not," He said, reaching for his own.

"You paid for my drinks last time, and I told you not again."

"I promise you, I'm not gonna argue about this but you're never paying for your drinks when I'm around."

"What the fuck is that?" You laughed. "Trying to wow me, Dunn?"

He rolled his eyes as he escorted you out of the bar that had gotten a lot more crowded since you sat down three hours before.

"Are you going to answer my question?"

He sighed, "I've known you for a long time, and we've seen each other through a lot, even if it's been from a distance. I can tell you're hurting, or whatever, so just let me do something."

"Hurting, or whatever," You mocked him with a laugh as you hugged yourself. He paused in his steps, walking behind you to position himself on the side closest to the road.

"Shut the fuck up," He laughed. "I consider you to be a friend, even moreso these past few months so yeah, I'm gonna pay for your drinks when we're out."

"I don't think I want to argue with you."

"Please, don't."

"So friend?"

"Trust me, I know you're way out of my league," He smiled. "No hidden agenda here."

"I could use a friend."

"I feel the exact same."

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