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sehunniepotwrites · 4 months

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WITH YOU | MK.L | THREE

SYNOPSIS. There are many things Mark Lee wants to do with you. He wants to walk you home. He wants to dive into the deep blue sea with you. He wants to go on a drive with you at his side. But mostly, this crazy, head over heels in love boy just wants to make it with you.

PAIRING. mark lee x fem!reader

GENRE. college!au, friends-to-lovers!au, tooth-rotting fluff, humor WARNINGS. profanity, sulky!mark because he failed his exam and lost a game, mention of (non-alcoholic) drinks, mentions of creeper guy that doesn't get a damn hint

WORD COUNT. 1.2k+

DISCLAIMER. This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters or concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. © sehunniepotwrites, 2023

I. WALK YOU HOME | II. DIVE INTO YOU | III. DRIVE | IV. MAKE IT WITH YOU

Mark Lee having a bad day was a rare commodity. The athlete was seldom seen with his brown eyes aimed to the floor and a frown stitched onto his face. No, he was usually spotted with a bright sparkle in his irises, a grin that was way too wide for his small and handsome face, his hockey gear tucked in under his arm, and most importantly, you.

Maybe that was the stark difference between Mark’s drastic moods. You weren’t present at the home game that just finished. On top of it being midterms week, an ultimate stressor on its own, you skipped out on today’s game in favor of finishing a midterm project with a partner that may or may not have been putting some moves on you. Hearing that news after basically bombing his Biology exam that was worth twenty perfect of his grade just added onto his sullen behavior. Instead of focusing on the game, Mark’s mind was void of the strategized plays and off the ice, floating all the way down to the campus library–where you were.

Mark really shouldn’t be upset. He should’ve been proud that you put your grades first instead of a game. After all, you weren’t a student athlete; this game shouldn’t mean a thing to you. But it was his game. You were his lucky charm. You always have been and you always will be.

Sure, others showed up to the games with his number painted onto their cheeks in their university colors and poster boards that displayed his name but they weren’t you. You weren’t the one in the crowd with the pretty, mismatched ribbons in their hair or screaming his name as he scored a goal. You weren’t there, drowning in his away game jersey like you usually were. You were drowning in school work with a guy that would not leave you alone.

“It’s fine,” you said. “I just have to stick it out until the end of the week and it’ll be okay. I notified my professor and we’re meeting up in their office so I’m not left alone with the guy.”

“Yeah but–”

“Go and score a goal for me,” you hushed Mark, pressing a manicured finger to his lips when he tried to push back. “Promise?”

Mark’s frown grew. “But–”

“Ah,” you replied, adding more pressure to his lips. Raising your free hand, you brought your pinky towards him. “Promise?”

Mark sighed in defeat, linking his pinky with yours. He shook your intertwined hands. “Promise.”

Knowing you won, you grinned. “That’s my Marky. Now, go! I’ll see you tomorrow! You’ll be fine without me.”

But he wasn’t.

And it’s sad how reliant on you Mark became. Before you, he could fully function on his own. Now? Mark was seen with you more often than not. You were like an extension of him, something he couldn’t live without. His teammates and friends noticed it; Haechan wouldn’t let Mark go a day without teasing him on the ice. Johnny, who wasn’t on the team, often made a lot of noise during games to let Mark know exactly where the two of you sat. And Jaehyun, bless his soul, always explained the technicalities of the sport so you understood each and every play-by-play in order to cheer Mark on.

He wasn’t fine before, during, or after the game and all he could think about was you. Nothing else mattered but you.

To top off this horrible day, they lost the game. There were definitely other factors that contributed to the loss but the most defining one was that Mark’s head wasn’t in it. He tried taking your mind off of you but quickly deemed it impossible. Even after he showered, lugged his sorry ass out of the hockey arena and into his car, his mind was still glued to the thought of you. Driving aimlessly around campus didn’t help and before he knew it, Mark’s hands fiddled with his dashboard screen until your number was dialed.

Two rings later and he heard your voice. “Hey,” you greeted, voice booming from the speakers. Your voice was soft unlike the other times you answered the phone–a lot gentler, like he needed to be approached with caution.

“Hi,” Mark mustered out before going silent again. All the two of you could hear were the sounds on the road.

“What’s going on?” you asked with that same soothing voice.

You knew what happened. You weren’t there to witness the losing game but word travels fast. Johnny and Jaehyun called you shortly after the game, relaying an abbreviated version of the game while escaping the disappointed crowd. They made it known that Mark was off his game the entire time. Your friends made a light joke, saying it was because you weren’t there, and pointing out how he seemed different whenever you were in attendance. You brushed off their teasing but assured them you would check on your best friend.

But despite knowing, you wanted the news to come from Mark. If he didn’t want to talk about it, that was okay with you too. You could practically hear him shrugging as he replied, “Dunno, I just wanted to see you.”

Noticing that Mark was so close to shutting down completely, you answered, “Well, I’m always down to see you. Care for a drive, Marky?”

He caught the sound of rustling from your ride and figured you were rushing to get ready before he arrived. The arena was a mere seven minute drive from your housing complex, not giving you much time to get yourself together at all. Prior to him calling, you were most likely nestled up under your comforter, adorning your favorite pair of sweats and oversized hoodie to keep you warm. Mark wanted to say that you didn’t have to change, but knowing his best friend, you’d probably ignore whatever he said.

“Yeah, that’s exactly what I need.”

“I’ll see you in a few then,” you said with finality before hanging up the phone.

A few minutes later, Mark pulled up to your complex, only to find you already downstairs. You didn’t come empty handed, the drink tumbler he always used when he was over at your place in one hand and your tumbler in the other. He reached over the console to open the passenger door for you and you immediately slid in, handing him his cup.

“Hey you,” you smiled at him before pressing a short kiss to his cheek. Whereas he caught you off guard the last time you went to the beach, his soft lips grazing against your cheek, it was your turn to surprise him. The action shocked him so much, he almost dropped the steaming drink in hand.

“H-hey,” Mark stuttered a bit pathetically, swiftly turning his attention to his tumbler. Bringing it up to his lips, he tasted his favorite comfort drink–hot cocoa with whip cream and marshmallows. The temperature was a bit too hot, the liquid burning his tongue after having a lick of melted whip cream, but he didn’t dare complain. He took another sip of it before putting it down and shifting the gear to drive.

The drive itself wasn’t necessary to Mark, he already felt a bit better in your presence as you buckled your seatbelt.

It’s you—you’re what he needed. You’re what he wanted. And you’re the one person that would always bring a smile to his face. It didn’t feel right to admit it to you now, not when he was just sulking in all of his sorrows. Maybe another time or place. But for now, Mark was content with you in his passenger seat and his hands on the wheel, ready to go anywhere as long as you were at his side.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. hi, it's been a while, hasn't it? i'm slowly writing again, starting with finishing all the drafts that have been sitting in my docs for a hot second! my writing style's change a bit so don't mind the stylistic changes (if you even notice it). i apologize it's short but i didn't have much planned for this one. it's just marky sitting in his thoughts.

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kaliforniahigh · 23 days

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"Just know you're not alone. 'Cause I'm gonna make this place your home"

word count: 1.150

pairing: jack hughes x fem!reader

warnings: some angst, fluff and a sweet ending.

Sadly inspired by the loss to the Pens tonight. This is also my first piece of writing. Please leave feedback if you want 🥰

Your dad always worried he would have kids who didn't like hockey. Well, he didn't have to worry. Not with you. You fell in love with the game since the first time you watched it, sitting on the couch, blabbering at the TV because you couldn't quite speak, or understand what was going on. You just knew you enjoyed it.

So, as a born and raised Jersey girl, as soon as he could, your dad started taking you to watch Devils's games with him. On the rare occasions your mom tagged along (she would much prefer to go out with her friends than to go to the game. But she thought the effort was worth it from time to time), she would nearly have a heart attack every time you banged on the glass to stir on a potential fight. Or yell curses at the ref. Or worse, yell curses at the opposing players.

But that was the way you enjoyed the game. Even now, as an adult, as you watched a lot of games on your couch rather than at the arena due to your job taking up a lot of your time and energy, the excitement and love for your team was the same.

Lately, the victim of your antics was your boyfriend, Jack. He met you through mutual friends, and soon, the both of you were bonding over your passion for hockey.

He felt every little bit of strange at the beginning. He didn't have to ask you to go to games, or give you tickets (you were a season ticket holder) and that also meant that you didn't sit up at the suite with the other wags. You much preferred front row seats.

He found that out one game, when a player boarded Nico, shoulder up, particularly hard on the glass and the ref didn't call a penalty. He heard a voice extremely similar to yours yelling something along the lines of "you get paid to do this shitty job?"

And while it was fun having a girlfriend that rooted so hard for his team, currently, it was more painful than endearing. He knew they were playing bad. He knew they probably wouldn't make it to the playoffs this way. And he knew you were disappointed.

You always made an effort to separate the Y/N fan of the New Jersey Devils and the Y/N who was Jack's girlfriend. But you couldn't help but feel sad about the season they were having. And every loss felt like another punch to the stomach.

You always waited for Jack outside the locker rooms, so you could head to your apartment together. But tonight, you just didn't have the energy. The Devils blew a 2 goal lead on the Pens and got scored on 5 times in a matter of 10 minutes.

And you just knew Luke was feeling so bad about that empty net goal, you would probably have to talk to him about it later, so the younger boy could let out his feelings.

Maybe it was the fact that these games were so important for the future of the season (even though you knew it was most likely over by now), or the fact that the team couldn't win more than 2 games in a row for a such a long time now, but before you even realized what you were doing, you texted Jack, letting him know you were taking an Uber back to your shared apartment.

He didn't reply.

The feeling in the locker room was less than pleasant. No one in the mood to make small talk, or talk at all. Jack just wanted to shower and go home. Maybe eat something and curl up under the blankets with you, forgetting this night ever happened.

That was before he got your message. He felt his heat plummeting to his stomach, the feeling somehow worse than the lost game. He didn't respond to you, because how could he? what would he even say? it felt like sorry didn't cut it anymore.

So on the drive home he contemplated everything. He knew you weren't necessarily mad at him. But he couldn't help but feel like a horrible boyfriend on top of being a horrible hockey player.

Parking his car and getting his bags from the trunk, he dreaded the conversation that would happend when he opened the door and got into your apartment.

You were in the kitchen, putting together dinner for the both of you when you heard the door open and Jack drop his bags on the doorway. He walked past the kitchen and went straight to the bedroom, probably to change out of his suit and into more comfortable clothes.

You ate dinner in silence, mainly because you knew he needed his space after the loss. But you were itching to talk to him. To apologize and say you didn't mean to run and just leave him there. To say you thought he was the best boyfriend and the best hockey player in the world. That he could lose a hundred games in a row and you would still see him as your beacon of light.

So that is what you did.

"Jack" he looked up from his plate "I'm sorry I wasn't there for you tonight. I failed as a partner and I'm so incredibly sorry".

"I honestly don't blame you" he replied "I'm sorry I can't find a way to make you proud". At his words, you rounded the table and sat on his lap, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look at you.

"I want you to pay close attention to what I'm going to say to you" he faintly nodded "You can play for fifteen more years and never win a Stanley Cup and I would still be proud of you. To me, you're not Jack Hughes of the New Jersey Devils. You're the Jack who fluffs my pillows at night. Who puts my sweaters in the dryer in the winter so they're warm. Who pumps my tires because you know I won't do it" he faintly smiled at that one.

"I want to be a safe space for you. Someone you can come to when you're feeling sad, angry or frustrated. I'm sorry I made you think otherwise" You said, as you thought about how he probably felt when he got your message. About how you added on to his stress rather than alleviate it like you were supposed to.

"Thank you", was all he said before circling his arms around your waist, pulling you close and burying his head on your neck.

At that moment, he knew that even though hockey was his whole life, if he didn't have you beside him, either cherring him on or wiping his tears, none of it would mean much to him anyway.

#jack hughes #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes one shot #jack hughes angst #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes fluff #nhl #nhl imagine

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orphicdreamers-wp · 3 months

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I Know The End — Nico Hischier

Summary; In which a rumor started turns into you staring the end of your lifelong dream in the eye

Content Warnings: Blackmail, false accusations of assault, mentions of cancer, mentions of blood, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of death during childbirth, angst, Jack & Luke Hughes acting out of character, pick me fem oc(Julia), Nico being caught in the crossfire, inaccuracies of being banned from the NHL, female NHL player

Pairing: Nico Hischier & Fem Reader

You had always loved hockey, your father held the highest pride in his only daughter enjoying his favorite sport. He’d played hockey briefly for a professional team in Germany when you were really young. So it didn’t come as a surprise to him when you decided you wanted to play hockey as well. He was reserved to let you play, your mother had died a few years earlier. She died during childbirth with your younger brother, Vincent and your dad didn’t want to lose you too. But reluctantly he agreed to let you play, because he saw how much you loved it.

So you played hockey from your seventh year in school and you eventually made it onto the Professional Women’s League’s Boston team for about a year and a half. But that wasn’t where you heart was. Your father had encouraged you to go for the NHL, but he didn’t make it to your draft. He had been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and had stopped responding to treatment just weeks before the draft was scheduled. He had passed away the night before you were drafted by the New Jersey Devils.

You knew before you were drafted that playing on a team with a bunch of guys wouldn’t be easy. You knew that you would find yourself the brunt of the jokes and facing a lot of hazing from the men. But you didn’t mind it, as long as you got to do what you loved you didn’t mind if the men who were on your team hated you and the idea of you being there. As time progressed only one of the players really seemed to be okay with your presence, Nico seemed to enjoy being around you. Whenever the team won and would go out to celebrate Nico always kindly extended the invitation to you, knowing the other guys weren’t.

You rarely accepted but whenever you did you found yourself enjoying the time spent with Nico and occasionally the other players when they were in decent enough moods to tolerate you. So it wasn’t a surprise when you and Nico wound up intertwined in each other and eventually became a couple. But that never would have worked out, not in a million years. So you and him broke up and within a month he was already seeing someone new. Her name was Julia, and you liked her enough. She was smart and kind. But if you knew then that she would be the reason your in the position you are you would have never spoken to her.

You were leaned against the boards untaping your stick after practice when your head coach Lindy Ruff approached you, “I need to see you in my office now.” You were taken aback by the urgency in his tone as you could feel eyes on you. You frowned slightly as you made your way to his office. You raised an eyebrow as you walked into a room full of men, you were used to it so you sat down and waited as an uncertain feeling loomed over your head.

Coach Ruff spoke ever so gently, as if he was scared of your reaction to the news he had, “I’m sure you know Comissioner Gary Bettman, Director of Officiating Stephen Walkom, Security Officer Miles Anderson and this is attorney Leslie Ryans.” You furrowed an eyebrow further growing confused, “What’s going on coach?” Coach Ruff blew out a deep breath, “Over the past 2 days a lot of rumors have been circulating regarding you and some unacceptable behavior.” You frowned, “I haven’t seen anything, what are you referring to?”

Coach Ruff slid a folder across the desk and you stared at the papers inside. It was printed out screenshots from a Twitter account. The tweet was from Nico’s current girlfriend, Julia. It went in depth of an alleged assault she experienced because at your hands because you were jealous of her and her relationship with Nico. You frowned as you shut the folder and dropped it on the desk, “Coach you don’t seriously believe I could do that, do you?”

Coach Ruff shook his head, “This was not the decision made by just me Y/N. This was all the coaching staff here’s decision. Along with Director Walkom. But most importantly this was Commissioner Bettman’s decision. It looks bad for the organization. I’m sorry but the only choice I have is to remove you from my roster and tell you that you are barred from the team and the NHL as a whole for the foreseeable future.”

You shook your head as you stood up, feeling your voice raise, “This is unfair to me. You all just sat behind a closed door and unanimously decided that my career and my reputation were worthless while you believed baseless claims about me that have nothing to back them up?” You ran a hand over your damp cheeks, “How the hell is this fair to me?”

Coach Ruff shook his head, “It’s out of my hands. Pack your stuff.” You shook your head, “How can you do this to me? To reach deep inside of me and pull out everything I have ever worked for and throw it on the ground so carelessly? I resent it.”

A sob wracked through your chest as you took a deep breath, “This is bullshit. I shouldn’t have left Germany, I can’t believe your taking the last piece of my dad away from me. I resent that and I resent you all for that.” You opened the door to the office and were met with Nico, Jack and Luke sporting solemn expressions. Your eyes were bloodshot and stained with tears.

You walked past them and began to empty the contents of your locker. Nico spoke quietly, “Are you okay?” You glared at him as you dropped some of you items into the box, “Like you care.” You dropped the last items in your box as you began to untape the photos of you and your dad and your friends in various places. You picked up your box, the past 4 years of your life amounting to a single box. You sighed as you walked past Nico, “Keep your lying ass bitch away from me. Or god help me it won’t be a rumor anymore.”

Nico frowned at your words, “What the hell is she talking about?” Luke let out a defeated sigh, “This.” He handed Nico his phone as Nico slowly digested the information he was reading. He handed Luke his phone as he found himself driving to Julia’s house. The door opened and Julia smiled widely at the sight of her boyfriend, “Hi baby!” Nico’s tense demeanor didn’t shift, “Why would you post that? I know that’s a lie, why?” Julia’s face paled, “Why do you care? It’s not about you!”

Nico scoffed, “Because you just got her fired for good. She’s banned from the NHL, not just fined. This was the most important thing to her. Why would you do that?” Julia’s voice lowered, sounding similar to a small child who was in trouble, “Jack asked me to get rid of her.” Nico’s eyes widened, “What?” Julia’s eyes watered, “Jack told me that if I didn’t find a way to get her off the team he would tell you about me and Dawson.” Nico raised an eyebrow, “What about you and Dawson?” Julia sniffled, “We hooked up at that party Jack threw.” Nico scoffed, “I don’t care. We’re over, fix this.”

A good month had passed and you had finally accepted that you were done in the NHL. You were packing up your apartment in New Jersey so you could move home to Germany with your grandparents and finally start school. Your phone rang, you frowned slightly as you read Nico’s name across the screen and answered, “Hey what’s up?” Nico’s soft voice filled your ears, “Check Twitter.” You frowned as you opened the Twitter app on your phone when Nico hung up.

You frowned as your phone began to ring endlessly, teams leaving voicemails telling you that they’d love to have you, Coach Ruff leaving messages apologizing and asking you to return. A message from Nico made you smile briefly. He told you to do what you already knew to do. You smiled as you typed out a quick response ‘I did. Check Twitter’

#hockey player x reader #fanfic #hockey #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischer x reader #nico hischier x reader #nico hischer #nj devils #jack hughes

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peachhcs · 4 months

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hughes!sister x will smith au masterlist 🤍

au timeline + background

mood board

imagines

draft night

feelings confessed (part 2 to draft night)

mundane moments

the first date

sunday mornings

rainy day at the lake house | part 2 (smut)

losing the championships

the wonder years (samy & will before they started dating)

being oblivious

no, no we’re just friends

seven minutes in heaven

kissing as “just friends”

requests

watching their baby sister fall in love

hockey formal

the 3 times samy’s confused about her feelings and the 1 she isn’t

something other than hockey

the 3 times will’s confused about his feelings and the 1 time he isn’t

a surprise in sweden

the perfect moment (smut)

blurbs

the girl

trust fall

a soft morning

no one else i’d rather celebrate with

one down, one to go

you can take the girl out of hockey, but not hockey out of the girl

asks (that don’t have a long expanded story)

frozen four

social media posts

the soft launch (more like hard launch)

will’s 19th birthday!

#hughes!sister x will smith au #will smith x oc #samy x will #samy hughes #will smith hockey #ice hockey #boston college hockey #boston college #umich hockey #uofmichigan #umich imagine #will smith imagine

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delayed-affection · 11 months

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can you do a jealous hughes brother (any of them) where trader is really getting along with the other brothers and he gets kind of possessive

You’re mine

Navigation Oneshots

Luke Hughes x fem!reader

A/n: I was in Luke mood😊

Warnings: possessiveness, Jack being the devil he is, I don’t think there’s any cursing, isolation tactic?

Word Count: 2.3k

Luke’s biggest fear was his family not liking you, more so his brothers. You’ve talked to his parents over the phone and met them at his games countless times.

However when it came to his brothers it was just little hi’s shared here and there when he’s on FaceTime.

He likes to think that you’d get along with them, just like you did with his father. Who scared you at first but welcomed you with open arms.

So when he invited you to stay with him over the summer it made him worry. He gave them a stern talking to about how to act around you. The two of them not seeing what he’s so worried about.

When you sent him the text saying you were outside he basically burst out the door, his brothers following him at a slower speed.

He pulls into a hug, “Don’t let them scare you.”

You laugh hugging him back.

Pulling away you are met with Quinn and Jack.

“I’ll get your bags.” Luke tells you

Jack watches as his little brother walks to the trunk.

Quinn sticks his hand out to you, “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You shake his hand, “Likewise.”

Jack looks at you then to Luke, “Hey why don’t we show you around while Luke gets the rest of your stuff.”

You look over to Luke, silently asking if it was okay.

He gives his brothers a weird look but answers, “It’s okay you can go, I got this.”

Jack puts an arm around your shoulders, “Great, maybe we should start by showing you Luke’s famous hockey fails.”

Quinn shakes his head but follows.

It was honestly going better than Luke expected, he didn’t think they’d get along with you so fast.

But as the week went on the less time he got with you and the more irritated he got with his brothers. It’s like they were taking you away from him.

Everything they did they wanted you to do with them. From wake surfing to just setting the table for dinner.

Luke wanted to talk to you about it but he didn’t know how to bring it up, it looked like you were having fun and he didn’t want to ruin that.

When Luke got up this morning he was expecting you to be right by his side, except you were no where to be seen.

Slipping on some random shirt that he found, he goes to find you. Down the hall and into the kitchen he finds you… and his brothers.

The three of you were sat at the table, you’re leaning in close to Quinn to watch something off his phone.

Luke grumbles to himself before making his presence known.

The three of your heads snap in his direction and as he clears his throat.

“Morning.” He says walking over to the fridge.

“Morning.” You three reply

Jack picks up his phone, “Hey, Z’s coming over later.”

Great another person Luke has to worry about stealing you away.

Making himself a bowl of cereal he sits across from you at the table.

“Who’s Z?” You question

“Oh it’s Trevor, remember the guy I was telling you about.” Jack answers

You nod, “Oh, yeah, okay.”

Jack stands up to put his bowl away, “We’ll probably go boarding when he gets here. You guys wanna come?”

“I’m down, Luke?” You ask looking at him.

He shrugs, “Yeah, sure.”

His voice carries a slight attitude, one that everyone notices.

Quinn looks at you then to Luke, “Well I’m going to get ready.”

He picks his things up and leaves you two alone.

You scrunch your brows, “Are you okay?”

He dismissively waves his spoon, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Trevor spots you outside talking to Ellen, “Is that your little girlfriend Lukey?”

Felt like you were more his brothers girlfriend than his lately.

However he nods, “Yeah.”

“I honestly don’t know how he bagged her.” Jack jokes but to Luke it’s not that funny.

“She’s honestly cooler than you, Luke.” Quinn chimes with a chuckle.

“So she’s got the stamp of approval from you two?” Trevor asks

“Oh, yeah.” Quinn answers

“For sure.” Jack says

Hearing that his brothers liked you that much wasn’t as comforting as he thought it would.

Now being on the boat made him feel even worse. The first couple of times you were on you had been been in your clothes but now you’re in bathing suit.

He was counting the seconds that went by every time one of them looked at you.

The jealousy was eating at him, whether it be you laughing at one of their jokes or them helping you on and off the board instead of him. Everything they did and said just bothered him.

When you sat down he was quick to sit next to you, pulling you close to him. He leans back into the seat, letting you lay on him.

You shields your eyes from the sun as you look up and smile at him.

Looking down at you he feelings of jealousy are subsided. Until he hears Quinn call your name.

“You wanna another go before Jack takes over?” Quinn asks pulling the line back in.

You go to sit up but are pulled back down by Luke.

“She’s good.” Luke answers

You and the boys all give him a weird look that he brushes off.

“I’m fine, go at it.” You tell them

Dinner rolls around and when everyone goes to sit down. Luke goes out of his way to make sure you sit down at the end of the table with him next to you.

He wouldn’t even let his mom sit next to you.

After dinner he sat on the couch with you letting his arm rest around your shoulders.

When everyone else comes into the living he basically pulls you on top of him. Wanting you to be closer to him than anyone else.

You honestly don’t mind it, you’ve always liked being close to him.

Waking up the next morning you could barely move. Luke’s body acting like a blanket, fully covering yours.

You try to push him off to no avail, but you know he’s awake. You can feel and hear him as he tries not to laugh.

You brush his hair out of his face, “Can you get off of me?”

He groans flips the two of you over, so that you’re now on top of him.

“Better?” He asks smiling to himself.

You roll your eyes at him and try to sit up.

He tightens his grip on you, “No, don’t leave, not yet.”

You reach over to his nightstand checking your phone.

“It’s nine o’clock.” You inform him

He kisses your cheek, “Okay, and your point is?”

An hour and a half later he finally lets you go.

However an idea pops into his head to keep you away from the boys, letting him spend more time with you.

He grabs your hand pulling you to stand in front on him.

“You wanna go on a walk?” He asks playing with your hands, “We could go get donuts or something.”

You give him a confused look, “You never wanted to go on walks.”

“Because I was always tired.” He claims

You laugh softly placing your hands on his face, “Oh so you’re no longer tired?”

He sets his hands on your waist, “Nope, so what do you say? You wanna go?”

You kiss him softly making him smile.

“Sure pretty boy.”

Luke hands you one of his AirPods, placing the other in his ear.

He throws his arm around you, shaking you with word he sings.

“Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing. I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving. And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding. Life without you has no goddamn meaning.”

“Please stop shaking me.” You plead trying to steady yourself.

Your short walk to get donuts turned into a two hour walk around town. By the time you got back no one was home besides his parents.

Ellen’s voice greets you as you walk through the door, “Hey guys! Where have you been?”

Luke takes your hand, pulling you over to the couch with him.

“We went for a walk and got donuts.” He answers plopping down on the couch gently pulling you down with him.

“And you didn’t bring me one?” She jokingly asks

The both of you let out small laughs telling her that you’ll bring her one the next time you go.

Jim walks in from the back door and gives you two a confused look, “I thought you two went with the boys?”

You two share the same look of confusion.

“Where did they go?” You question

He rubs his forehead trying to think, “Um… To get stuff for the bonfire tonight.”

As the day went on Luke was still attached to you, everywhere you went he was not far behind. It was only a matter of time before he had to actually leave alone for longer than a minute.

And that time has come.

Jim asked him to come inside and help him something. He was reluctant to leave you outside with them but couldn’t say no to his dad.

So now you sit outside with his brothers and their friends.

His brothers take notice in his absence and move to sit next to you.

Jack nudges your shoulder with his, “What’s up Luke?”

You shrug, not too sure yourself, “I don’t know.”

“It’s like he’s afraid to leave you alone.” Quinn comments

“Maybe he sees us as competition.” Jack snickers making you and Quinn laugh.

“Competition?” You ask

You hear the door open and close making you all turn your heads to see Luke walking over with a not so happy look on his face.

Jack and Quinn share a quick look and nod.

Quinn leans into you and whispers, “Watch.”

Watch what, you ask yourself.

Jack looks up to Luke from where he’s sitting and smiles, “Hey man, hope you don’t mind that I took your spot.”

Luke gives him a tight lipped smile, “It’s fine.”

He looks over to you, giving you a more relaxed smile, “Can you help me get the stuff for s’mores?”

“I’ll help you moose.” Quinn says getting up from his seat.

Luke snaps his head over to him, “Huh?”

He pats his shoulder, “Come on.”

Luke looks between you and Jack before slowly following Quinn.

You turn in your seat, “What are you doing?”

“Being a big brother.” He answers with a smile.

“Well please keep me out of your big brother activities.” You tell him

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks with a light chuckle.

He takes a quick look around before scooting closer to you and asks, “Do you like my brother?”

“No, I hate him.” You answer sarcastically

“Because of that I’m committing to the bit.” He tells you

“What bit?” You question

He quickly shakes his head, “Nevermind.”

He stands up and offers you his hand, unsure of what is happening you take his hand.

He pulls you to your feet, “Come on.”

“Where you two going?” Trevor calls out seeing you two part from the group.

He waves him off, “To talk.”

Trevor furrows his brows then gets up to go inside.

The two of you only move a couple yards away.

“What are you doing?” You ask coming to a stop.

He shrugs, “Waiting.”

“Waiting for what?”

He looks over your shoulder, “Him.”

Turning around you see Luke stomping over.

“What are you doing with my girlfriend?” Luke asks putting emphasis on ‘my’.

“We’re just talking bro, calm down.” Jack tells him, “You’ve been with her all day.”

“Yeah because she’s my girlfriend.” He argues, “I should be able to spend time with her.”

Jack continues to push his buttons, “And I can’t?”

“You’ve spent more time with her this past week than I have, so sorry if I wanted to spend the day with her.” He barks

“Are you jealous or something?” Jack snarks

Coming to the realization that this is the bit Jack was talking about you decide to put an end to it, not liking the way Luke looked.

Grabbing Luke’s hand and you start tugging him away from his brother.

Luke doesn’t give in right away but lets you pull him away, “Where are we going?”

His bad attitude still there, not going away anytime soon.

“Inside.” You state

You’re basically dragging him through the house and into his room.

Closing the door you turn to look at him, “Okay, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

He throws his hands up, “Ever since you got here it’s been Jack this, Quinn that. The entire time you’ve been here you’ve been with them. And it’s driving me insane.”

He continues on, "I've gotten no time with you whatsoever. You're always off doing something with them. It's like you like them more than me, that you would much rather be with them than me."

Now everything is starting to make sense to you, especially with how he's been acting with you three.

He huffs moving closer to you, “You’re dating me. No?”

“What?”

He crosses his arms, “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”

“So, tell me.” He says, “Tell me that you’re mine, that you’re not Jack's or Quinn’s or anybody else’s.”

“I’m yours, Luke.” You assure grabbing his face, “I’m not interested in anyone else but you. And I'm sorry that I made you feel like that.”

He uncrosses his arms and wraps them around you, pulling you closer to him.

"Look if you ever feel that way just tell me, don't keep it to yourself." You tell him.

He sighs, "Okay."

“Good.” You say giving him a quick kiss.

#luke hughes #luke hughes imagine #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes x yn #luke hughes oneshot #nhl imagine #nhl oneshot #nj devils

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hockey player/coach!wanda mood board ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ⁺

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— HOCKEY COACH WANDA WORKING OUT

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Hii! Could you please write an ethan fic based off the ybwm music video but y/n and ethan are childhood bestfriends and but doesnt notice her until prom? ALSO IM LISTENING TO 1989 TV RN AND ITS SOOOO GOOD

been here all along — ethan landry

word count: 3,306

pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: ethan and y/n had been best friends since they were little, but y/n, unbeknownst to ethan, has always been i love with him. it isn’t until prom night that he finds out.

warnings: none!

Y/N WAS STUDYING ON HER DESK WHEN SHE SAW HER BEST FRIEND’S SILHOUETTE THROUGH HER WINDOW. Ethan threw himself to the bed, lying on his back as he tiredly rubbed his face with the hand that wasn’t holding his phone to his ear. He felt eyes on him, so he turned around and saw the girl staring at him with a worried expression. He smiled instantly and, after hanging up the phone, he went to grab a small board and a marker.

hey, creep, he showed her the careless handwriting with a smirk.

Y/N stuck her tongue out before grabbing her own board. you okay?

i’m fine, he replied with a shrug and a forced smile.

Y/N arched an eyebrow, i know you better than that.

His shoulders slumped, can i hang out with you for a while?

always. back door is open!

Less than five minutes later Ethan entered her room and plopped down on her bed, resting his head on his hand. Y/N noticed his eyes were a bit red and had dark bags under them, and yet he continued to be he most gorgeous human she had laid her eyes on.

“What’s wrong?” she asked softly, resisting the need to run her fingers through his wet brown hair.

“Coach killed us at practice today. My whole body hurts.” he mumbled.

“And…” she urged him to go on, knowing that was not it.

Ethan sighed. “I hate that you know me so well.” he groaned. “I fought with Mila.”

“Again.” she added, trying to hide her bitterness.

Mila and him had been dating for a couple of months, and she had managed to turn the ray of sunshine that Ethan used to be into a person who was always tired and in a gloomy mood. She had completely brought him down.

People at school loved the couple. And, on the outside, they seemed perfect. Ethan was the captain of the hockey team and the most good-looking boy at school, and Mila was the cheer captain and most good-looking girl at school—perfect pairing, right? On paper, yes.

But Y/N had the disgrace of witnessing most of their fights and the toxicity that filled the air whenever they were together. At the beginning, they had a normal relationship but eventually, the attention got the best of Mila and she turned into a controlling, jealous girlfriend who was also obsessed with painting the perfect image.

“Yeah… this time it was about prom.” he scoffed.

“What about it?”

“She came to practice and said we had to go buy her dress and my suit. Then she wants me to take fucking dancing classes because everything needs to be perfect and I can’t mess it up with my dance moves.”

“She’s going to have to buy tons of oil bottles for that. The Tin Man from Wizards of Oz can move better than you.”

Ethan laughed and threw her a pillow. “You’re such an asshole.”

Y/N smiled like the Cheshire cat. Ethan had no idea that his smile could practically light up the whole town, and it made her furious that Mila managed to take that away. Ever since they started dating, Ethan very rarely smiled around others.

“Anyways, the thing is I refused to do that. You know how tired I am after practice, and she got pissed and wouldn’t let me leave. I ended up holding back hockey practice and coach was furious.” he explained. “Then, after practice, she called and silly me thought—nice, she is going to apologize, but no. She wanted to see if I’d changed my mind. And that made me mad, so we started fighting about her interrupting practice and how furious she would be if I were to find her during cheer practice. Then she started yelling and I just hung up because my head fucking hurts.”

Y/N watched with sad eyes. What was he doing with a girl like that? She clearly didn’t care about him. “I’m sorry about your psycho of a girlfriend. You deserve better” she said, and he gave her a small smile. “There’s Tylenol on my drawer and the bottle is filled with water.”

“Thanks. You’re the best, did you know that? Being with you is lately the only thing that makes me feel at peace.”

“I love you, Eth, and I’ll always be here.”

The boy grabbed her hand and pulled her into his chest, hugging her tightly. “I love you, too.” he placed a kiss on the crown of her head. “Can I stay over?”

“Of course.”

Ethan fell asleep quickly, contrary to Y/N, whose thoughts kept her brain working like crazy. Ethan’s sweet words about her making him feel at peace should be heartwarming, but instead it made her heart hurt. Why couldn’t he see her the way she saw him? The way he saw Mila. Why couldn’t Ethan see that she was dying to be in Mila’s place and that he deserved so much better than her?

Ethan deserved to be with someone who treated him like he hung the moon, and instead he was settling for someone who overwhelmed him and brought him down, someone who cared more about what other people said than about his feelings and happiness. It made Y/N both sad and angry, and she prayed he would wake up and see he was worth more.

ETHAN ENTERED HIS ROOM AND DRAGGED HIS FEET TOWARDS HIS BED. He wanted to take a long nap and disconnect from the world, ignoring all the things that were overwhelming him lately. He wanted those feelings to be gone, he needed a good sleep and a good cry. And as if God had heard his prayers, the problems evaporated once his eyes caught sight of his best friend dancing around her room without a care in the world. He crossed his arms and watched with a smile, waiting for her to notice.

The girl stopped as soon as she felt eyes on her. Frowning, she quickly scribbled something on her blackboard.

i don’t do shows for free, quit looking

Laughing, he wrote back, what kind of shows do you do? i’m interested.

Y/N pretended to throw up and replied, i’m calling 911 pervert. And as he shook his head, she quickly wrote something else. you look stressed. wanna talk about it?

And as every afternoon, Ethan ended up sprawled on his best friend’s bed with her lying beside him. “First of all, I broke up with Mila.” he started, and Y/N’s heart stopped.

She tried her best not to smile at that, and managed to mutter “I’m sorry about that.”

Ethan shrugged, “It’s fine. We both know we weren’t really invested in that relationship. I’m stressed because she was furious, screaming something about ruining her chances of being prom queen and disappointing the school by our break-up.”

“And you feel bad about it.” Y/N stated, knowing him like the back of her hand.

“A little bit. I mean, I don’t get it, but prom is important to her for some reason. And now she needs to find another date.”

“That won’t be a problem, though. She’s literally the most gorgeous girl in school.”

“She’s not the most gorgeous girl in school.” he said, but quickly shook his head and moved on. “But it’s us who they want. Ethan and Mila, not Mila and some other guy.”

“Well, if it makes you feel so bad, you should go with her.” Y/N said out loud as her inner voice called her stupid in different languages.

Ethan frowned. “I don’t want to get back with her. And I thought you hated her.”

“I don’t hate her.” she argued.

“I heard you said you’d like her to recreate Regina George’s bus scene.” Ethan said, trying not to laugh at the guilty face she made.

“Look, everyone has intrusive thoughts.” she defended herself and Ethan bursted out laughing. “I’m not proud of it. But, moving on, I’m not telling you to get back with her, but just be her date to prom and then go your separate ways. We’re leaving for college soon, anyways.”

“I suppose you’re right.” he nodded. “That’s another reason why I’m stressed, college.”

“What about it?”

“I’m scared.” he confessed

“Why? Eth, you’re an stellar player. Lots of colleges already told you they’re interested.”

“I’m not scared of not getting into any college. I’m scared that we won’t end up in the same one.” he explained. And his eyes got glossy by just thinking about Y/N not being part of his every day life.

They had known each other since forever. They grew up together and it was in his plans to continue to grow alongside her. She was his person, and he knew he was her person too. She was his other half, he wasn’t complete without her. He rolled his eyes everytime he heard someone say that ‘we are our own person and it was wrong to believe someone complemented you’. He thought that was bullshit. Him and Y/N complemented each other and their lives wouldn’t be the same if they didn’t have each other. A part of them would be missing.

“I’m positive we will both end up on the same college. But even if that doesn’t happen, there’s absolutely no way that will be the end of our friendship, Eth. Come on, you really think our bond is not strong enough to handle a little distance?”

“You’re right.” he said, wiping his tears with the heel of his palm. “It still would suck not to have you there to annoy me every minute of the day.”

“Fuck you, Ethan.” she pinched his side, making him squirm. “And bold of you to assume I wouldn’t call you and text every one second.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.” he hugged her tightly to his chest, breathing in the scent of her shampoo.

“Love you, too.” she whispered. She wanted to kiss him so badly she had to hide her face on his chest to die down the temptation.

“Hey, I never asked you. Who are you going to prom with?”

“With no one.”

Ethan frowned. “I can’t have that. We are going together.”

Her heart started beating faster. “You’re going with Mila.”

“I haven’t told her we can still go together. And I’m not going to, we are going together.”

“No.” she shook her head. The inner voices screaming at her again. “It’s important to her. I really couldn’t care less about prom. Don’t worry about it.”

“All of your friends have dates, Y/N/N. I know you don’t care about prom, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t have a good time.” Ethan said, and she shrugged. “I don’t understand, though. I heard, unfortunately, the guys talking in the locker room. A lot of them were planning to ask you.”

“And they did, I just said I was going alone.”

“But why?”

Because I don’t want anyone but you, and I just turned your offer down. “I just don’t want to. Really, don’t worry about me. I don’t like parties anyway, so I won’t stay long. You will have to dance with me at least once, though.”

“Obviously.” he replied softly as he run his fingers through her soft hair until he fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Y/N laid wide awake, picturing that moment. Him, looking like a daydream in a suit, with his big hands around her body and her head on his hard chest, listening to the beat of his heart, which clearly won’t be beating as fast as hers. Yes, she didn’t know how she was going to survive that.

ETHAN STOOD NEXT TO MILA AS THEY TALKED WITH THEIR FRIENDS. Well, Mila did the talking and he was just standing there, looking anxiously at the entrance door, waiting for his best friend to arrive. Ethan had offered to drive her, but she instantly turned him down because there’s no way she was going to share the confined space with Mila.

“Your break-up lasted less than I expected.” one of Mila’s friend said.

Sensing Mila’s intention of not denying the statement, Ethan spoke first. “We aren’t together, we came as friends.”

“We’re always breaking up and making up, we both know you’ll take me back in no time.” Mila laughed.

“Mila.” he sighed. “We talked about this. I told you that we can still be each other’s date, but as long as it was clear that we are over for real. Don’t make me regret it.”

“Wow.” Zach, Ethan’s friend, said. His eyes were wide and his jaw was practically on the floor. And following his gaze, he found out the reason behind his reaction.

Ethan’s body stiffened and felt the blood rushing to his cheeks. Y/N walked through the gym, making her way towards her friends. No one, expect for his group, was paying attention to her. Why was no one paying attention to her?

She looked absolutely beautiful. Breathtaking would be most accurate word, because she took Ethan’s ability to breath as soon as his eyes landed on her figure. She was wearing a long, satin green dress. Her hair was up in a tidy bun, making her look elegant. Fuck, he couldn’t get his eyes off her, nor did he want to.

“Green is not her color.” Mila said between gritted teeth.

Ethan frowned, but his brown eyes were still glued to the girl across the room. “Every color is her color.”

“I’m going to ask her to dance with me.” Zach said confidently.

“Dude, get a hint. She told you she didn’t want to come with you.” another of Ethan’s friend said.

With that, Ethan finally looked away and instead glared at his friend. “You asked her?”

“Well, yeah. Can you blame me?” No, he couldn’t. But still, for some reason, it bothered him. “I can’t believe she said no.”

“Oh, come on. It’s obvious she was going to reject every offer. Well, anyone but one.” Mila said, and the boys’ curious glances landed on her. “What?”

“What are you talking about?” Zach asked.

Mila rolled her eyes. “Really? Literally everyone figured it out”

“Figure out what?” Ethan asked impatiently.

“She’s been in love with the same person for years.”

Ethan’s fists clenched and he felt like his whole body was on fire. “No way, she would’ve told me. We tell each other everything.”

Mila laughed. “It’s you, dumbass. She’s always been in love with you.”

Ethan froze and shook his head. “No. I would’ve- she should’ve… No.”

“Yes, Ethan. Ask anyone. I swear boys are so oblivious” she rolled her eyes. “It’s obvious she didn’t tell you because she knew you’d reject her. I mean, she is out of your league and you’ve never given her any signs that you might feel the same.”

Well, in that she’s right. But only because he had never let his mind wonder about being more because he didn’t want to ruin anything. Besides, he hadn’t seen her signs either and he also started dating Mila. But now… he could see them together. Now he couldn’t understand how he hadn’t thought about it before. After all, Y/N had always been his person—the one that understood him unlike anyone else, the one that made him laugh harder than anyone else, the one he always wanted to have by his side, the one who he belong with.

“She’s not out of my league.” he said, glaring at Mila. “I’m the one out of her league, hell, I don’t think anyone is really deserving of her! You know, she was the one that suggested I still should bring you here, because it was important to you. I asked her to be my date, and she said no. Even though she probably wanted to say yes. She’s that amazing, and I never saw her. What the fuck is wrong with me?”

Before anyone could say anything, Ethan let his feet guide him towards her. Y/N saw his silhouette making his way to her and her mouth broke into a smile. He did look like a daydream and the smile she loved was present on his face, shinier than ever.

"Hi, Eth." she stood up to hug him.

How could he have been so blind to notice it? The way her cheeks turned a light shade of red, her shy smile and the sparks in her eyes. Y/N was in love with him. "Hi. You look... like a daydream."

That made her blush even more. "Thank you. You look very handsome." Ethan smiled like a little kid, which made Y/N laugh. "What is going on? You're acting odd."

"What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, you're looking different."

"Is that bad?" Ethan frowned.

"No, it's a good different. You look happy. But what is happening?" she laughed with uncertainty. Ethan shook his head, trying to wipe the smile off his face. "Come on, you're making me nervous."

my love was as cruel as the cities i lived in

"First we have to dance to your favorite song." Ethan said, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the dance floor.

Just like she had it pictured it in her mind, her best friend's arms were wrapped around her waist, her hands resting on his broad shoulders and her head lying on his chest. But, contrary to what she had thought, his heart was beating inexplicably fast.

i don't wanna look at anything else now that i saw you

"I love you, Y/N" Ethan whispered in her ear. He felt her shoulders tense and she slowly raised her head to look at him.

It wasn't like any other previous I love you's, there was something about the way he said it—so softly and vulnerable—that gave her the hope that there was another meaning, that it was another type of i love you.

"Ethan..."

been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

"I do. I really do love you. I am in love with you, and I'm really sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

and now i see daylight, i only see daylight

"For not realizing it earlier. For not seeing how you really felt."

Y/N widened her eyes. He knew. "Ethan... don't."

"Don't what?"

"You're confused. You don't love me like that, I don't want your sympathy. You just think you love me because you don't want to reject me." she said. He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off. "I promise you that our friendship won't change. I've always known it wasn't reciprocated, and I've come in terms with it."

Ethan just smiled. "Are you done overthinking? Because you have two options—you can keep on trying to convince yourself I don't love you and that my heart hasn't been skipping since you walked into this room," he put her hand on his heart. "or you can accept the truth—that I love you and I want you more than anything in the world—and let me kiss you while your song is still playing." he tilted his head down, nose brushing hers. "What is it, Y/N? One or two?"

"Two" she whispered.

He smirked "Good girl."

The kiss stopped time. When they finally pulled away, they stared at each other completely awestruck. Taylor Swift wasn't playing anymore, and they truly didn't have a clue how much time they had spent tasting each other. What they did know is that nothing had ever felt more right.

"Okay, enough show. Let's get out of here, I want you all to myself." he said pressing kisses to her neck.

"I want ice cream first, then we can make out."

"Whatever my girlfriend wants, she gets." with one last kiss, they walked out of the room hand in hand. “By the way, I have always thought you were the most gorgeous girl in school.”

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You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 15

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, arguing, sports violence, physical violence, trauma responses, dead parents, mentions of major character death, fluff, angst, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 5.8k

A/N: It’s game tiiiiiime~

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You try to shake off the bad feeling in your heart but you can’t help it. The atmosphere at the bench is tense, and you can tell even the players are catching on. There’s been uneasy vibes radiating from Maverick and Dare all day and you can’t help but feel it spiking your anxiety. They’d seemed fine at practice last night, but clearly, something’s changed. You want to ask Bradley if he knows something but if you were going to question it, the time has long since passed. The game was in full swing and you watch the Dogfighters and Flyers zipping along the eyes as you attempt to quell your anxiety. Both teams are fired up, and Bradley’s been playing well. The energy from the players is infectious and the fans are extra loud tonight. You’ve caught sight of more than a few Flyers fans wearing Bradley’s old jersey and you feel an ache in your chest at the idea of wearing your boyfriend’s number. On nights when Bugs is off duty, she’s usually dressed down at games in Jake’s jersey or some other outfit that sports his number somehow, proud to show off her love for her boyfriend. Josie Fitch, leader of the Dogfighter’s WAGs always seems to be stylishly repping her husband’s number alongside her two children and you catch yourself once again daydreaming of a future with Bradley before the refs’ whistle breaks you of your thoughts as the puck goes out of play.

You try to disguise your apprehension as you flip through your notes, triple-checking the interview lineup for the first intermission. Reporters were unsurprisingly requesting Bradley left and right as he faced his old team for the first time in the season. You’d made sure to remind him to be on his best behavior but that didn’t seem to be a problem. Bradley was in the best mood over the past two days that he’d been in all season and it warmed your heart. He’d missed his friends and they’d welcomed him back with open arms. You wish he could be like that all the time and your heart aches at the idea of him having to leave them behind all over again tomorrow. Regardless of the outcome of the game, the boys are all planning to go out again tonight, relishing the short time they have together before once again going months without being able to see each other. They’ll be coming to San Diego in February and you can already tell how excited Bradley is for that game.

You look up again as the line changes and you watch Bradley swing over the boards, flashing you a rogueish grin that has nerves erupting in your stomach for a completely different reason. He puckers his lips in a quick kissing motion before grabbing his bottle and squirting water into his mouth, mouth guard clenched between his teeth for safekeeping. You smile at him and you’re about to turn your attention back to the game when you feel another set of eyes on you. You turn and see a questioning set of green eyes watching you and you realize he’s caught yours and Bradley’s little exchange. He raises a blonde eyebrow at you and you shrug, a shy smile on your face. His eyes widen in surprise, looking between you and Bradley who’s not at all paying attention to your silent exchange with Jake who’s currently mouthing “OH. MY. GOD.”

Javy’s noticed what’s going on between the two of you and rolls his eyes, waggling his fingers at you and you wave back. Jake grabs his shoulder, still reeling from this new information as he leans over to whisper in Javy’s ear and while you can’t hear Javy’s response over the crowd you can clearly see his mouth form the words, “Well, DUH,” and Jake glances between the two of you with mock betrayal before shaking his head and turning back to the game. Javy rolls his eyes and grins at you which you return before he bumps Bradley’s shoulder and whispers something in his ear. Bradley turns to look at you and you shrug, still grinning as he smiles back and then glances in Jake’s direction but their captain is back in work mode.

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Bradley’s first set of interviews goes well, yet you still can’t shake the apprehension gripping your heart. You’re trying not to fret as you wait in the hallway to go back to the bench. The locker room door swings open and Jake steps out, giving you a conspiratorial grin before he swings a smelly arm around your shoulder. “You little minx! How long have you and Bradshaw been dating?!” He hisses and you laugh.

“Since Denver, but we signed the paperwork when we got back from D.C.” Jake’s jaw drops.

“Denver?! That was like the first week of November, it’s December now! When were you going to tell me, tell us?” You shrug lightheartedly.

“We’re taking things slow,” you explain. “I wanted some time to figure out what we were doing before getting everyone else’s opinion.” Jake considers that and nods slowly.

“Fine. Who all knows then, because right now I’m really trying not to be offended that you told Javy before me.” You sigh before awkwardly admitting the truth.

“Javy, Mickey, Dragon, and Bob probably. Coach Dare knows too, and the information’s been in both our files for a month now so I wouldn’t be surprised if the other higher-ups know too.” Jake looks even more wounded.

“So everyone but me.” You wince.

“When you put it like that… yeah.” Jake groans and you look up at him, embarrassed. “Sorry Jake, I didn’t mean for it to happen like that.”

“It’s okay, I can’t stay mad at you, Zam. Not after everything you’ve done for me and Bugs. And for Bradley.” You raise an eyebrow and he clarifies. “He’s completely changed and I was wondering why but I have my answer now. You did that and I can’t thank you enough.” You smile at that and he gives you another squeeze before releasing you. The other guys start pouring out of the locker room then and head back up the tunnel, giving you high fives and fist bumps as they pass you by. Bradley’s hand lingers on yours momentarily as he high-fives you and you flash him another small smile as he walks past you.

***

About halfway through the second period, play stops for a TV time out and the jumbotrons flash as they cut to a closeup of Bradley on the Dogfighters’s bench and the crowd goes wild as he smiles and waves at the camera. The camera cuts to a series of highlights from Bradley’s career with the Flyers and you feel tears press against the backs of your eyes as you see a younger Bradley playing his first game, scoring his first goal, and side by side with a younger Lucas and eventually Alex and Wyatt. The crowd is on their feet, deafening as they cheer for Bradley as the video comes to a close with footage from what ended up being his last game as a Flyer last season. Bradley smiles for the camera but you know that it’s probably overwhelming for him to see his city showing him a rare and special kind of love that he doesn’t get back at home in San Diego.

The jumbotron flashes again and Wyatt’s face comes up, and he seems to be sitting in the Flyers’s locker room. He’s grinning at the camera as he starts to speak. “Bradley’s been such a big part of my life. I mean, I came to Philly this fresh-faced kid and I had no idea what I was doing. Sure, I could play hockey and the coaches here helped me become a good player, but Bradley made me a man. He raised me in a way, and it was so special, being able to live with him for seven years. That’s something I’m never going to forget or be able to repay him for.”

The video cuts to Lucas in the same spot. “Bradley is, well, he’s my best friend. We came to Philly together, met at the draft, and I’ll never forget standing in that green room with him afterward, wearing our brand-new jerseys and thinking about how lucky we were. And then I got the privilege of playing with him for twelve years and I remember every time our contracts were about to be up, I’d start feeling this bit of apprehension, because what if it was over? What if we got separated? Hockey became synonymous with Bradley over the years and I honestly didn’t know if I wanted to play if it wasn’t with him. So obviously, when I found out he was leaving, I didn’t really know what to do, and I’ll never forget what he said to me. He said as long as we were playing hockey, it didn’t matter where we were, or what jerseys we were wearing, we would be playing together because we’d still be playing the same game. He really is my brother in every way that matters and I’m so proud of him, the Dogfighters are lucky to have him.” Tears are running freely down your cheeks at this point and you can’t find it in you to try and stop them anymore.

“Bradley’s such a great teammate.” Alex is on the screen now. “I’ve played with so many d-men over the years, and there’s really no one that does it like him. He brings his A-game both on and off the ice. He’s a team player and he’s going to make you feel like family no matter what.” Your heart clenches at his sweet words. “I miss him, of course, but I know there’s nothing better that a brand new team like San Diego could ask for in a player. He’s going to be amazing there, just wait and see.” You swipe at your cheeks and you can barely make him out through your own watery eyes but you can tell Bradley’s doing the same.

***

Bradley scores a goal in the second period and the crowd still goes wild even if he’s on the opposing team and the reporters are buzzing about it during intermission. The score is currently tied 3-3 about halfway through the third period. Both teams are starting to really bear down in an attempt to keep the game from going into overtime. You chew your lip absently, the apprehension from earlier coming back. Your heart stops then as one of Philly’s defensemen shoves Jake into the boards roughly near the bench and Jake falls to the ice, eyes flashing. Before anyone can react, Bradley’s on the D-man, shoving him hard, gloves falling to the ice and your heart is in your throat as the other defenseman drops his as well as the two grown men tussle, fists flying. Your eyes flit to refs, hoping they’ll step in, but you know that this is a part of the game. Your heartbeat thunders in your ears as you watch the Philadelphia defenseman land a particularly hard hit and it unbalances Bradley and then he’s falling you hear his head hit the ice in a sound that stops your heart. You’re not sure if you scream but suddenly the refs are blowing a whistle and Dare is moving over the bench to the boards, shoving past players as play stops. Jake skates over immediately, his face a mask of concern but it’s nothing compared to Maverick. He’s frozen stiff as he stares at Bradley’s crumpled form on the ice, his face as white as a sheet and you wonder if he’s even seeing Bradley as he looks upon the scene or if he’s reliving a different day in a different arena. Then Bugs is on the ice, kneeling by Bradley and you can’t breathe because he’s not getting up. He’s not moving at all. You can’t breathe and you feel a hand grasp yours. You tear your eyes away from Bradley to see Dragon’s eyes on you. She’s concerned and you wonder why she’s so worried about you until you realize you’re shaking, your whole body unable to stop from trembling as you watch helplessly as Bradley comes to, and Bugs starts doing a preliminary check on him before Jake and Javy help him to his feet and down the tunnel. Bradley doesn’t turn to look at you and you can tell that the other two men are supporting most of his weight. You’re on your feet then but a firm hand on your shoulder stops you.

“Zam, you need to breathe.” Dragon’s voice is firm but you can hear the concern in it. The other players have returned to the bench and you hear Mickey’s voice calling for you as his hand comes to rest on your shoulder but you feel like you’re underwater. Your legs are jelly but you push past Dragon.

“No, no, I need to go with him. I need to be with him. I need to be with Bradley.” You’re at least half right you know that reporters are going to be swarming like flies for the first news on Bradley’s condition. That being said, you’re not in any mental state to face the press right now, you just want to be by your boyfriend’s side. At some point, Maverick followed down the tunnel and you know that leaving the bench devoid of staff is the last thing you should be doing right now but you push past the other guys and shove your way through the door to the tunnel where you take off in a sprint. You can’t see where they’ve gone and you feel yourself panic before you hear someone calling your name. It’s Javy.

“Zam? Zam, what are you doing here?”

“I need to see him, Javy. I need to go with him. I need to be with him. I need to be with Bradley.” You fist the front of his uniform and Javy swears as he takes in your condition.

“They called an ambulance, he’s going to the hospital.” Your heart lurches at the words.

“I have to go with him, I need to go.” You beg him.

“No.” Another voice cuts you off and you turn to see Jake’s grim expression as he comes down the hallway that Javy just came down.

“What?” Your voice is hoarse and shell-shocked as you try and process Jake’s words.

“No, you’re not going with him. They just left. Mav, Dare, and Bugs all went with him and we have a game to finish. We’re already down both coaches, we need you here right now.” You gape at him as you realize what he’s saying.

“A game to finish? Do you even hear yourself right now? I know you hate him but can’t you have a little compassion? What if he dies, Jake? You saw how long he was down for, and I saw you both practically carry him out of here, and you just want to keep playing a stupid game?!” Your voice is a screech as you scream at Jake, flinging yourself at him as tears stream down your cheeks and you slam your fists against his chest. Jake pulls you into his arms and you scream, thrashing against his grip but he only holds you tighter as you cry.

“I don’t hate him, Zam, I could never hate him. And believe me, the last thing I want to do right now is finish this game, but they’re not going to stop it. We just have to get through the rest of this period. I don’t even care if we win, we just have to finish. There’s nothing else we can do for Bradley right now, but we can try to get this win, and he needs both of us to be strong right now. I’ve got a team that needs me out there and so do you. There’s going to be press all over our guys at the end of this game and I know it sounds selfish because it is, but we need you here to hold down the fort until Mav or Dare come back. And maybe you feel like Bradley needs you, and I get that, believe me, I get that, but right now the best way to help him is to help us get through this game, can you do that for me?” You take a shuddering breath against his chest but you nod because he’s right. The Dogfighters need you here and when Jake finally lets you go, you straighten. Footsteps down the hallway alert you to Dragon’s presence.

“The refs are calling for things to start back up in five, you guys need to get back out there.” Her face is grim and you roll your shoulders back, straightening as you march past her, making a beeline for the bathroom.

“Alright boys, let’s go win this fucking game.”

***

After a brief moment in the bathroom to collect yourself and fix your makeup, you return to the arena. The refs are speaking with the Philadelphia coaches at the scorekeeper’s bench and you swing the door to the tiny area open and all eyes are on you.

“Where are your coaches?” One of the coaches asks, dubiously eyeing your pink suit.

“On their way to the hospital with Bradshaw, you’ll be working with me and Captain Seresin for the rest of the game.” The man’s eyebrows raise in surprise. You turn away from him, addressing the refs.

“Bradshaw’s out for the rest of the game, let’s get this show back on the road as soon as possible so we can get out of here.”

“You’re not a coach,” The Philly coach interjects and you fix him with a hard glare as the door to the box swings open again and Dragon holds up her badge so he can see.

“Well I am, and I would start listening to her unless you want things to get nasty.” He gawks at her but she simply fixes him with a similar glare. “Our manager has been informed of the situation and he’ll be on the first flight to Philly and you can discuss this with him when he gets here tomorrow. For now, time is ticking, so let’s finish this game. You’re holding up the broadcasting schedule for the rest of the night.” He knows she’s right and the refs arrange for the game to continue in five minutes. You and Dragon make your way back to the bench where Jake’s addressing the team with a furrowed brow. He looks at the two of you as you approach.

“Well?”

“The game resumes in five minutes, suit up.” You say and he nods firmly. Jake slides his helmet back on and you turn to the rest of the guys. “Let’s win this. For Bradley.” You say tightly and the guys nod their assent. You can tell they’re all worried for him. “They’re all yours, Captain,” you tell Jake and head back to your seat. Jake’s right. You’re needed here. Bradley needs time, space, and most of all privacy and you can buy that for him. You all can.

***

You’re exhausted. The game ended up going into overtime where Jake ended up scoring the winning goal, preventing the game from going into a shootout. You’d spent the rest of the third period checking your phone incessantly for updates regarding Bradley but once the game went into OT, you headed out of the rink to start organizing the post-game routine with Maria, leaving Dragon in charge on the bench. Muscle memory took over as you did your best to prepare for interviews. Not only were you going to have to facilitate the players’ interviews, but you suspected you would be called upon alongside Dragon to take the place of the absent coaches. When the game finished, you watch the guys file down the tunnel, hardly in the mood to celebrate. Jake sees you first and jogs over.

“Any updates?” He asks breathlessly and you shake your head, wringing your hands. “Hey, hey it’s gonna be okay, you hear me? He’s going to be fine.” Jake cups your cheeks in his hands meeting your eyes with his green ones and even though his voice is firm and sure you can see the uncertainty and fear swimming in their emerald depths. You feel your tears threatening to make a reappearance and you swallow painfully as you nod in Jake’s grip as you fight them back.

“Get changed,” you tell him, ignoring the way your voice shakes, “Let’s get out of here as soon as possible.” He lets you go, nodding firmly.

While the guys are getting changed, you mentally prepare yourself to deal with the press and when you get to the interview area, you’ve got your best neutral smile plastered on your face, ready to face the wolves.

“Zam! Are there any updates on Bradley Bradshaw’s condition?” You do your best to maintain your composure.

“I haven’t received any updates from the members of staff accompanying Mr. Bradshaw or the hospital itself, but no news is good news.” You fight to keep your smile in place. “Next question?”

“What’s your opinion on the Bradshaw family being cursed?” You blink, surprised by the strange question.

“Excuse me?” You stammer.

“Well, Nick Bradshaw died after an accident occurring in the Flyer’s old arena, and now his son’s-“

“Bradley’s not dead.” Your voice is firm and more aggressive than you intended as you cut off the reporter.

“Not yet, no, but even back then Nick Bradshaw was cleared of any medical issues before he died not even forty-eight hours later from a brain hemorrhage.” Your vision is swimming as you struggle to breathe when a sharp voice cuts through the air.

“Excuse me but what the fuck kind of question is that?” You’re jerked back to the presence as Dragon swears at the reporter, her eyes blazing in fury. “What kind of heartless person asks that kind of question? Bradley’s a person, one of our players, and you want us to bet on his survival like it’s some kind of game?” Her lip curls in disgust. “This interview is about the game that just occurred if you weren’t paying attention. Either you ask questions about the game or we can have security escort you out.” The reporter snorts, gazing between the two of you as a sneer curls over his face.

“You want to talk about professionalism? Where are the coaches? We can’t talk about the game without the actual coaching staff present.” Dragon is full-on seething now as you let your mind and body drift off into a sense of numbness.

“I’m a coach, thank you very much.” She snaps. “The goalie development coach and you can refer to me as Coach Simpson.” She enunciates her last name with a cool venom that makes the reporter’s eyes bug out as he realizes exactly who she is. “I’m sure my father will appreciate knowing that your news organization needs to be blacklisted from future press events for unprofessional and hostile behavior towards coaching and PR staff.” It’s at that moment that Jake appears, the first out of the locker room, dressed back in his pregame suit.

“What’s going on here, Coach?” He asks, eyes flitting between the reporter in Dragon’s sights, her tense form, and your barely-there presence.

“This reporter needs to be escorted out,” Dragon says coolly and the man begins to sputter as Jake nods, calling for security and they escort the reporter out of the press area. Jake and Dragon speak quietly for a moment before he places a gentle hand on your shoulder and you blink, coming back to yourself. You let him lead you down the hallway away from the eyes of the press.

“Hey Zam, let’s get you out of here. We’ll handle the rest of the interviews, just hold tight and then we can all go to the hospital together okay?” You nod numbly, not trusting your voice. “Hey?” You look up when Jake calls to you again and you see the concern in his eyes. “You did good, okay? You did so well. He’s going to be so proud of you.” You feel your heart squeeze at that and before you can move towards him, Jake pulls you into his arms. “I’m so proud of you, just hold tight for a little longer and we’ll go see him,” Jake promises before letting you go. Mickey’s heading towards the two of you and Jake nods to him. “Take care of her, I’m going to finish off these interviews and then we’re going straight to the hospital. Pack up Bradshaw’s stuff.” Mickey nods, moving to stand next to you as Jake heads back down the hall.

When he’s out of sight, Mickey turns to you, concern evident in his brown eyes and then you crumble with a heaving sob. He catches you and holds you tightly against his chest as the sobs overtake you.

“I can’t lose him!” You sob into his chest and Mickey’s arms tighten. “I can’t! I just got him, I can’t lose him!” You’re shaking uncomfortably at this point. “I can’t lose any more people, Mickey, I can’t! I still miss her, I can’t miss him too, it’ll kill me, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” You know you’re being loud and that there’s a chance that someone will hear your sobs but you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore. “I need him! I need Bradley!” You start begging to whom you’re not sure but Mickey steels himself before shifting to try and get you back on your feet.

“Okay, let’s go.” You blink, sobs caught in your throat at his words.

“W-what?”

“Let’s go,” he says again, his gaze hard yet full of love and concern. “Let’s go see Bradley.”

“B-but Jake said-“ Mickey shakes his head.

“I don’t care what Jake said, they can catch up after the press event is over. We’re going now.” Relief and thankfulness flood through you but you can’t form the words. Mickey’s features soften gently and he starts to pull you down another hallway. “Come on, let’s go Zam.” You follow after him, tripping over your feet to keep up. You’re not sure where he’s going but you’re too emotionally exhausted to ask. Suddenly a voice calls out behind you, and you stop, turning towards the voice.

“Zam!” Lucas is sprinting after you, dressed in his suit, hair sticking up waywardly from running his hands through it. His eyes widen when he sees your face and you’re sure you look like a wreck. “Is he…” his face is a mask of fear and you shake your head quickly.

“I don’t know, we haven’t heard anything. We're going to the hospital now.” He nods slowly, processing the news.

“How’re you getting to the hospital?” He asks, finally, and Mickey answers.

“I’m going to call an Uber.” Lucas looks at him like he’s insane.

“No, you’re not, I’m driving. Do you know which hospital?” You give him the name that Bugs had texted you, the only update she'd provided so far and then you and Mickey follow him.

***

When the three of you reach the hospital, you’re all on edge as you burst into the ER. You march up to the desk, “I’m looking for Bradley Bradshaw?” You ask, breathlessly and the nurse gives you a shrewd look.

“I’m afraid this is a hospital, not a zoo, we respect the privacy of all our patients regardless of their celebrity status.” You blink, surprised by her response as you realize that she thinks you’re from the press or even a fan. You shake your head.

“I’m on his staff.” You fumble for your badge and show it to her and she gives you another long look before her eyes drift to the boys and her eyes widen in recognition at the sight of Lucas.

“Ma’am, we really need to see Bradley,” he says and you can tell he’s fighting past his own hysteria right now. He fumbles for his wallet before flashing his ID. “Please.” She looks between him and his ID and then at you and Mickey before she straightens.

“This way,” and she leads the three of you through a set of doors and towards an elevator. The four of you ride up a few floors before the doors open onto a quiet hallway. She leads you past the nurses’ station where some of the staff stop and gawk at the sight of Lucas and Mickey as you follow the nurse. She leads you to a door and opens it.

Your heart jumps as you take in the sight of Bradley asleep in a hospital bed, a bandage around his head and his face swollen from the hits he took from the other defenseman. The steady beep of his heart monitor eases your mind with its steady rhythm. Next to the bed, slumped on an uncomfortable-looking couch is Bugs. She seems to be asleep too. Maverick and Dare are nowhere to be found. You go to his side instantly, your hand finding his, dodging the tubes attached to it to slide your fingers into them. You squeeze gently.

“Hey Bear, I’m here. I’m sorry it took me so long, but I’m here.” You whisper as tears stream down your cheeks in relief at seeing him alive. You reach your other hand to brush his curls off his forehead gently. You want nothing else than to climb into the bed beside him and curl up against his chest but you turn to address the nurse but she’s gone. Mickey is arranging Bugs so she can lie down and hopefully avoid a crick in the neck as Lucas approaches Bradley tentatively, clearly wanting to give you space. You smile at him and motion for him to come closer and he does.

“Hey brother,” he whispers and you feel your heart clench with love. “It’s me, I’m here.” He hesitates before adding. “You don’t have to worry about Zam, I’ll take care of her until you’re back up and running.” You gaze at him and he turns to you then. “I mean that. Whatever you need? All you have to do is ask. I know you’ve got other people. It looks like you have a good support system, but if you ever need anything. You can always call me.” You smile and hug Lucas and he pulls you close.

“Thank you.” You whisper. “For everything.” Lucas shakes his head against your back.

“He would do the same for me, more even. We’re family. Welcome to the fold.” You smile softly as he lets you go. Sound comes from where Mickey’s standing by Bugs, his phone pressed up to his ear and you can hear an angry voice on the other end as Mickey winces. He mouths Jake’s name at you before excusing himself out into the hallway.

At the sound of the door, Bugs shifts, stretching before she spots you and Lucas. “Zam!” She yelps as she attempts to stand up too quickly and almost falls over, grabbing the wall for support. You cross over to her and wrap her in a hug that she returns once she gets her bearings.

As you pull away you can’t hold the question in any longer. “How is he?” You whisper, almost afraid to ask.

She smiles at you and squeezes your shoulder gently. “He’s perfectly fine. He cut his head on part of his helmet when he fell since it loosened during the fight, but other than that and some minor cuts and bruises, he’s going to be just fine. He wasn’t even concussed. Don’t worry we double-checked. Mav insisted on brain scans just to be sure, so he’s being kept overnight for observation as well as those scans first thing in the morning, but the doctors say he’s going to make a full recovery. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and suddenly the exhaustion of the evening catches up to you. You sway and Bugs just manages to grab your arms as you start collapsing. Lucas moves quickly, gathering you into his arms and helping Bugs move you to the couch where she was just sleeping.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy there.” He says with wide eyes. “I’m going to find you some water.” He looks at Bugs, “You’ll stay with her?” Bugs is about to answer when Mickey sticks his head back in the room. His eyes brighten as he spots Bugs.

“Oh thank god, Bugs, I’m going to need your help, Jake’s on the way and he’s pissed.” Bugs sighs and looks back at you.

“Are you going to be okay?” She asks. “We’ll be right back, just sit tight.” You nod wearily and she and Lucas head after Mickey, Lucas pausing at the door to give you one last look.

You wave him off with a small smile and then you’re finally alone with Bradley. Despite your promise to stay put you push to your feet, kicking your heels off and padding across the cold floor to Bradley’s bed. You know better, you really do, but right now you just need to feel him, to convince yourself that he’s going to be fine and you need more than words and promises. Thankfully he’s already slightly to one side of the bed, even as a bigger guy, and you use the last of your dwindling strength to pull yourself onto the bed beside him, being careful of the various tubes and wires. You curl against his chest, resting your ear over his heart, letting the steady rhythm and rise and fall of his chest soothe you. In one final act of selfishness, you lift his arm and place it over you, reveling in the gentle weight, reminding you that he’s there. “I miss you, Bear.” You whisper then, as you trace odd shapes on his chest through the hospital gown. It smells sterile and chemical like the hospital but if you focus you can get a whiff of his normal scent under it all, the smell of sweat combined with his woodsy cologne. You feel your body starting to feel heavy with sleep as you finally speak the three words that have been dancing on your tongue for weeks, and trapped in your mouth all night because all you could think about is what if you never got to tell him? What if you never got the chance? “I love you, Bradley. And I need you, so you have to be okay. I want to go home. I need my home.” Tears stream down your cheek and wet the hospital gown. You feel like you’ve cried enough tonight to fill an ocean and somehow you’re still not cried out. “I love you, Bear.” You whisper, but he doesn’t respond and the exhaustion combined with the steady beat of his heart lulls you to sleep in his arms.

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the traffic lights didn't know - begin again au ☆

wc: 1.2k

tw: depression. heartbroken. lmk if theres more

hughes sister x ryan leonard

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frankie hughes was in a weird place in her life.

she didnt have the feeling of dreading to go to hockey practice anymore, and call her crazy she missed that feeling. not the sport, she wanted the sport dead in a ditch for what it did to her, but she missed the feeling of hating something so much.

she thought about directing her anger towards drew. but she was way to heartbroken to do that. she wanted to erase all her thoughts of drew, but he invaded every inch of her; her heart, hips, body, and love. there wasn't anything he didnt touch or get too.

frankie was starting to get depressed because she felt like her days were on repeat. over and over again. the only light of her day was when she would see ryan, or whenever he texted her back, and depending your overall happiness on a boy was not in any way smart.

she felt like nothing in her life was okay and resorted to asking the traffic lights if it was all going to be okay. news flash! they didn't know.

at the moment though, she was dressing up for a lunch...meeting with ryan. she wanted to say date, but ryan wanted nothing to do with her romantically, till she was fully over drew.

she wasn't but she thought she was. which is why she had been feeling blue. its not like she still wanted drew though. she just felt embarrassed and insecure. and the fact the reason he didnt want her, was because she was dumb?

I mean frankie knew she was ditzy. her family has always said that her blonde was showing, whenever she was being slow. but thats just family teasing. hearing other people talk about how dumb you are makes you want to crumble and die.

she was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard a buzz coming from her bed. it was her phone, which had a text from ryan, saying he was outside.

she quickly finished applying her lip combo and sprayed her favorite perfume, and rushed out. her favorite handbag of course coming in tow.

she loved when her and ryan, were able to hangout. he was always busy and his schedule was always jam-packed so days like these were the best because she finally got too go out and enjoy life.

she had been trying to enjoy it on her own though, she's resorted to taking the long way home from class.

"hi ry" frankie said as she got into his car.

"hey, why are you all dressed? you know were only going to chipotle"

"yes i know. i can read! i honestly just dressed to kill my time. a girl just cant get all cute for no reason?"

"no- I mean- you can. you look cute- i mean you look good." Ryan stumbled face red as he drove.

frankie loved how he'd get all flustered.

"you think I look cute" frankie said, she needed that compliment really bad.

"yeah, you always look cute" softly smiling as he looked over at her, at the red light.

this is why she loved to see ryan. he always put her in the best moods. he made her want to break through the windows she had boarded up and see the love the world was capable of giving. he had the goofiest, cutest smile and freckles that made her want to kiss everyone of them.

she hadn't realized they were starring at each other, till the car behind them honked and cut them out of their trance. both of them turning away with red faces.

"are gabe, will, and jacob coming today?" frankie asked as they pulled into the parking lot. she liked to hang around them, they were all so funny and in a way reminded her of her brothers.

"uhm no, I thought it could be just me and you today. if thats okay- I can call them to come. but lowkey will and gabe are busy with class, but I can make jacob, if that would make you feel bette-"

"ryan! im okay with just us two" she said laughing at his rambling.

"sorry" he cringed.

he opened the door for her, as they walked into chipotle.

and load and behold, drew was in there. laughing with aram in all his glory. she felt like she saw drew everywhere, and the only thing they shared was this damn campus.

she looked back at ryan with a glare.

"did you know?" frankie asked as he followed her sight too drew and aram.

"I swear I didn't. I wouldn't do that to you. we can go somewhere else" he said hoping he didn't just ruin all his chances with her.

as much as frankie wanted to run away and get drunk, she knew the morning would be right around the corner and it wasn't going to change anything. he still wouldn't be hers; not that she wanted him to be.

"no, its fine" she said still walking in. ryan following after her like a puppy. they both ordered and as she was paying she heard ryan dabbing them up.

"you guys wanna sit with us?" drew said motioning over to frankie. he honestly didnt think there was a problem within them.

"uhm-" ryan looked back at her.

"we already planned on going to the park" ryan said as he waved goodbye to them and met frankie whereas she had been filling her water cup, that was full of sprite. she refused to pay for a drink.

"where we sitting" she smiled at him.

"I actually thought we could go to centennial park" he said as he guided her out.

"what- I was fine with sitting in there" frankie said feeling her heart drop because maybe ryan was embarrassed to be seen with her in front of drew.

"drew asked me if we wanted to sit with him"

"oh."

"yeah, I didnt think you wanted too"

"I could of sucked it up"

"you dont have to though"

"no- I want too. I need you to know and see that im over him"

ryan sighed. he knew she wasn't, and he wanted believe her, but he knew her all too well.

"okay" ryan said to frankie.

"okay?" frankie asked confused.

"your over drew"

"I've been saying that"

"then go on a date with me?" ryan asked.

frankie hesiated. did she really want to start this relationship with ryan on a bad foot? it was all going to go bad if it was doomed from the start. she didnt have any romantic feelings left over for drew, but every time she saw him, she had to act like everything was okay; when it wasn't.

"see I knew it! theres my answer" ryan said pulling frankie out of her thoughts.

"ryan" she sighed. if the story was over why was she still writing pages?

"its okay frankie. i already told you i'd wait for you, however long it takes" ryan said looking at her seriously.

her heart fluttered at that, and she softly smiled at him.

"i won't make you wait long leonard" she said pholding out her pinky.

"and I'll hold you too that" he said locking it around hers.

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this idea came from @crazy4minty !! she ate with this lol. i had never made the connection... im seriously thinking about renaming the au to death by a thousand cuts. anyways I have a really bad fever right now, so im probably done with writing for today! <3

#nhl imagine #nhl imagines #ryan leonard #gabe perreault #hockey fic #will smith hockey #bc hockey #frankie x ryan #quinn hughes #jack hughes x reader #luke hughes x reader #ryan leonard x reader #ryan leonard imagine

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mercurygguk · 8 months

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head over skates · jjk ; part i.

··· SUMMARY; jeon jungkook is the captain of the hockey team and one of the biggest fuckboys on campus. you happen to have known him for as long as you can remember but he is not who he used to be and you simply can't stand it.

so what happens when you're suddenly stuck doing a project with him for three weeks?

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PAIRING; hockey player!jungkook x f. reader

GENRE; fwb au, childhood friends to enemies to lovers au, college au

WORDCOUNT; 1,514

RATING; 18+

WARNINGS; swearing

a/n; HEAD OVER SKATES SERIES IS HERE!!!! it’s a drabble series now so these chapters will be short but that’s better than nothing amirite :)) i hope you like this first part! enjoyyy <3 also, please lmk what you think!

“The project will be done in pairs of two–”

Jihyo copies your smirk from across the room as you lock eyes with her. You were thinking the same thing – you and her will pair up and do this project together. As best friends and classmates since freshman year, you’ve learned that you work the best alongside each other. However, both of your smirks crumble into tiny pieces as Professor Kim finishes her sentence.

“–which have already been decided beforehand.”

You let out a quiet, frustrated groan as you slump in your seat. Jihyo pouts and shoots a glare at Professor Kim without her noticing. You watch with a bored expression as she pulls up a document showing the pairs for the project. You skim the document until your eyes land on your name, written in Times New Roman right next to–

Oh, hell no.

The universe has a sick sense of humor, is the first thought your brain is able to process as you stare at the name written next to yours. It’s the name of the one person you haven’t spoken to since senior year of high school. It’s the name of the one person you still hold a grudge against. It’s the name of your childhood best friend and high school crush – Jeon Jungkook.

When you first met Jungkook, he was just 5 years old and nothing like the man he is today.

Back then he had just moved in across the street and it didn’t take long for you to realize he was the cutest, most shy little boy – you can ask anyone who knew him back then. He was careful with everything from animals to dead objects to other people and yet he was just a pinch of wild and reckless enough to allow himself to do some of the crazy stuff kids do when growing up. He was smaller than the other boys at his age; short and skinny, a round head, framed by his thick strands of black hair. He also had big, star-filled doe eyes that could convince any adult to let him have everything his way. And having his way was something Jungkook got used to as he grew older – sometimes a bit too much perhaps.

As his best friend during all the years going from elementary school through middle school and the first years of high school, you witnessed it first hand – teachers and his friends alike were all willing to go out of their way to make sure Jungkook was satisfied. No one really knows how that came to be – perhaps it had nothing to do with Jungkook at all but everything to do with the fact that his father was the board director at one of the biggest enterprises in the country.

Jungkook has always been very oblivious, hence why he didn’t put much thought into the special treatment he received from everyone as soon as people found out just how rich his parents were.

While in middle school, he had yet to realize how girls were starting to look at him, how they would giggle whenever he would flash his boyish smile in their direction, how they would almost trip over each other to get his attention and call his name during lunch breaks only to blush and say ‘nevermind’ when he would finally react. Jungkook had yet to realize that he was becoming hotter and less shy. He was oblivious as ever but still cute nonetheless.

And while all this went down, you watched from the sideline, wondering when he would realize – wondering when your friendship would end. Because it would. You knew that from the moment Jungkook flirtatiously smirked and winked at your friend one day without realizing. Or maybe he did. Either way, you realized it on his behalf – he was slowly becoming a big flirt.

It’s now five years later and you were right. And as much as you like to be right, you’ve never hated it more.

Your friendship did end.

It started fading out almost as soon as Jungkook realized what he was able to achieve with his good looks and flirty nature. Now you and Jungkook attend the same college but in two different worlds most of the time. The chances of you and him ever going back to being friends like you were when you were pre-teens are minimal. And it’s not like you’re trying to befriend him again.

Cocky jocks who think they’re the shit aren’t exactly your first choice when making friends.

And somehow during your high school junior year, Jungkook became one of them. He picked up on the term ‘working out’ and found out he had muscles and how to grow them. He also found out how to use those exact muscles to make the girls swoon, making them feed his ego way more than what is considered healthy. And as if that wasn't enough, Jungkook began practicing hockey.

And guess what? He was damn good at it.

Ego overfed.

As time went by, you and Jungkook talked less. He was busy with his new friends, playing hockey, and hanging out with girls that were way more interesting than his best friend, also known as you. Eventually you found yourself spending time with other people instead of him, finding it tiring and painful to be the second choice whenever his other friends didn’t have time or when his parents would mention you and he would 'suddenly' remember you existed.

The sight of different girls from school entering and leaving his house without his parents knowing wasn’t that fun either if you’re being honest.

Although, you never actually told him that – but you didn’t have to because the two of you were gliding apart by each day you spent doing your own thing. It hurt but your silly crush eventually turned into anger which later turned into despisal and borderline hatred towards your former best friend. Because Jeon Jungkook was nothing more than just another jock with an overfed ego and way too many fangirls trailing behind him everywhere he goes.

Your point is deemed proven the moment Jungkook gets up from his seat in the back and makes his way to you – said fangirls all turn their scowling gazes to you the second they realize what is happening. You feel his presence before he opens his mouth to greet you, something about it making your stomach churn as he plops down in the seat next to you.

“Hey, partner,” he grins when you slowly turn to face him. “What are the odds, huh?”

You don’t spare him a glance nor a reply as you get up from your seat, leaving him behind and trying your very best to ignore the way his eyes follow your every move. Your professor seems less than excited to see you standing next to her desk as she looks up at you.

“Mrs. Kim,” you offer her your best polite smile, “is there any chance it’s possible to change partners for this project? It seems-”

Professor Kim glances back to your spot where Jungkook is sitting in the next chair, arms crossed over his chest as he leans back, hints of a smirk on his lips as he watches you and Mrs. Kim. “Miss ____, the pairs have been decided beforehand for a reason. I was hoping to save time and energy by doing this and will not be spending said saved energy on splitting up pairs just because you’re unhappy with yours.”

You feel a frustrated whine push at the back of your throat as the words leave her red-tinted lips. “But-”

“____, I know you prefer to work with Jihyo in every class you share,” she pointedly and calmly says. “But as the professor, it is my job to challenge the students and push them out of their comfort zone. If there aren’t any actual issues with having Mr. Jeon as your partner, I suggest you take on the challenge and get the best out of it.”

The fake smile she shoots at you has you frowning as you turn on your heel, defeat hanging over you in a gray cloud as you make your way back to your seat. Jungkook’s smirk has widened and he seems more than satisfied by the fact that your request got rejected by the professor. You slump in your seat once again, stealing a glance at Jihyo who got paired up with none other than Kim Namjoon – the top student of this class and her crush.

What a lucky bitch.

“Cheer up, ____,” Jungkook’s voice intrudes your thoughts, pulling you back. He’s smiling smugly when you turn to face him for the first time since he sat down. “I promise I’ll behave.”

You huff out an unimpressed scoff and turn your attention to your notes, the grip on your pen so tight your knuckles turn white. You miss the way Jungkook’s smile falters a little as you look away.

This is going to be the longest three weeks of your life – you’re sure of it.

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sc0tters · 9 months

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Moment of Regret | Matthew Tkachuk

summary: you and Matthew have been in a situationship for far too long and when he gets injured things come out of his mouth that he so badly regrets.

song: The Way I Loved You - Taylor Swift

request: yes/no

warnings: swearing, asshole Matthew.

word count: 2.17k

authors note: first time getting to write for the man with an irritating mouth guard biting habit, but I have to say that I enjoyed writing this! Was meant to be up yesterday but I fell asleep… if you want to see more from the celly you can find the playlist here!

Your relationship took everyone by surprise.

Matthew started off as Brady’s brother and you as one of Emma friends. But one night at a party that you’d both been invited to and when there was too much liquor in both of your systems the only logical next move that could be found was to get into bed together.

It continued on for a year, you were like a girlfriend without the title but with all the love. Matthew was never shy to pull you onto his lap and mutter sweet things into your ear, or wrap his arm around your waist as you spoke to one of the panthers wags.

That was the real beauty of the relationship, you lived in Florida only two apartments down from him meaning that you were always at his games.

Because even if you had plans Matthew knew you were too far wrapped around his finger to care about them, quickly making sure that they were all canceled.

You should have wanted more from the relationship with how much you cared for the blonde boy but you knew he wasn’t interested in it and thus you chose to not be either.

The one night you had to miss the game, Matthew got injured. You had watched the game on your phone as work was slow. When Matthew got hit your whole body went into shock as you watched the boy skate off, you knew something was wrong. You could feel it in your gut as the camera panned away from him.

Like clock work the second you got out of the office you didn’t go back home, instead you drove to his place.

A place you shouldn’t have been, Brady had sent you messages warning you that Matthew had been in a mood but as the message remained vague in the hopes of not letting you panic. It only caused your curiosity to grow adding fuel to your reasoning for driving over the speed limit.

Matthew opened the door to see you stood there, but before he could say anything your arms were already wrapped around him as you pulled him into a hug. Relief seemed to ooze out of you as he wasn’t in the hospital “y/n,” Matthew croaked out as he tapped your back signalling for you to let go of him “your hurt,” you noted as you looked up at him with a face full of worry as you began to scan his body.

It threw the boy off how much you seemed to care “just my chest,” he mumbled as he let you in.

Brady let out a sigh as he got up “he broke his sternum,” he announced causing his brother to scoff.

The panthers player sent the older boy a glare “dude!” He yelled as he wished Brady kept his mouth shut.

But unfortunately for him Brady just continued “don’t let him trick you in to thinking that he is okay.” He added as he gave you a hug before he left the apartment wanting to get back to his hotel room.

You stared up at the boy “what do you need?” You asked putting your bag on the ground as you pulled your sweater over you shoulders making your own pile of stuff.

Matthew didn’t have a lot to say “just want to be alone,” he announced as he sat on the couch and began scrolled through the tv.

It had been days since Matthew got injured and now game four was meant to roll around yet you hadn’t left his side “why are you still here?” He asked as he cocked his head watching you prepare things for a smoothie.

You placed the knife on the cutting board as you looked up at him “someone’s got to make sure you don’t do anything stupid.” You teased as you tapped your fingernails on the counter.

The hockey player sighed “just go home y/n,” his voice was almost desperate, “I don’t want you here.” You weren’t going to lie that it hurt to be told that but Brady had warned you about how Matthew would talk to you so you knew it was coming.

But as the apartment remained empty besides for the kitchen where you two were you knew you couldn’t let him win “unfortunately that isn’t up to you,” you shot back as you crossed your arms.

He hated how much he had seen you, you hadn’t left his side in days “stop trying to act like you’re meant to be my girlfriend or something,” the words that left his mouth were all as foreign as he felt “all you are is my quick fuck.” A sentence so short had so much power to hurt you as it was laced with venom.

A scoff left your lips as tears began to well in your eyes “look around Matthew everyone has been pushed away by you and you can’t even fucking dress yourself.” You pointed out as you had helped him do all of the basic tasks of life today.

Despite the fact that tears were forming in your eyes his words didn’t let up “at least I’d get some peace and quiet if you left.” The boy spat sending you a harsh glare “wouldn’t need to hear you all the time.” He added as you continuously spoke to him about things as you tried to keep his mind off of hockey.

A single tear ran down your cheek “well you’ve just gotten your wish,” you pushed your lips into a fine line as you got up and made your way out of the apartment without a single word of apprehension from Matthew on your trip out.

You had never left a place quicker in your entire life.

Brady and Emma’s wedding finally rolled around and it was going to be the first time you were set to see Matthew since his apartment.

Sure it had been weird driving past his apartment without having the chance to turn in and see him. But that didn’t mean that he wasn’t plaguing your mind. Everywhere you looked his face seemed to follow, the billboards, the ads, even in your apartment. The memories of him laying on your couch as he pulled you into a hug not wanting you to leave, to the moments when you’d wake up and see him looking right back at you as he’d been watching you sleep.

You never never expected to fall for Matthew, it wasn’t what you were looking for when you started sleeping with him. Nobody plans for that when they start that kind of relationship.

So as you stood in the bathroom fluffing out the creases in your dress you thanked the universe that you hadn’t seen Matthew yet, well you had seen him but it didn’t seem like he had seen you.

His comments still replayed in your mind as wondered why he hadn’t said it before, you two had been sleeping together for over a year but here he was saying that you only had one job to him.

Someone came into the bathroom pulling you away from your thoughts “beautiful dress,” the girl complimented you as she sent you a smile “got a lucky man out there,” she added as she had seen someone waiting for you.

It caused you to furrow your eyebrows “I didn’t come with anyone,” you shook your head causing the older girl to grow surprised.

She placed a hand on your shoulder “go let him know that then,” she pointed out before she went to one of the stalls.

You stood there for a moment as you thought to yourself but curiosity quickly got the best of you as you walked out of the bathroom “Matthew,” you gasped as you almost knocked yourself off of your feet.

The boy wrapped his hands around your arms to stop you “we should talk,” he announced once you were back on two feet.

It felt awkward “gonna tell me how I’m only good in bed again?” You didn’t meant to let your voice get laced in venom but this was your time to say how you felt.

Matthew knew that he deserved it as he pushed his lips into a thin line “I’m sorry,” he blurted out as he didn’t know what else to say.

Sure he had racked his brain to see what he should have said but nothing ever seemed worthy enough of being heard by your ears.

Your eyes just danced around his face as you were desperate to ear something more from his lips, a please, a descriptive apology was all you truly craved.

To hear that he didn’t mean what he said, that he actually did want you but his pain was what stopped him from being honest.

But when the world around you remained to be the only thing actually talking, it was the tough truth of reality “I’m getting a drink,” you announced as you wriggled out of his grasp.

Matthew was quick to reach out though as he stopped you “I miss you,” he confessed causing you to let out a dry laugh “now you decide to miss me?” You scoffed as you crossed your arms.

It should have been a crime to look at you the way he did “you were a dick to me those few days, I would have left anyone else way earlier for saying less.” You pointed out as you pushed your finger into his shoulder not wanting to push it into his chest in case it was still soar.

The hockey player remained quiet as he figured it was best to have you say your little speech in peace “but I stayed because I fucking love you,” tears welled in your eyes as your lower lip began to quiver.

Your hair was messy as you pulled your fingers through your curls “it makes my stomach churn but my mind somehow feels at ease when I think about you,” your ramble was starting to turn into a love confession.

Yet he didn’t really seem to care “you are a cruel man for making me feel like this.” You sucked at your teeth when you finally locked eyes with him “it sucks knowing that all I’m going to be is some girl that was in your bed.” Your voice was soft as you placed your hand on his shoulder letting it squeeze the piece of fabric from his suit before you turned around to walk back to your seat.

You let your nails dig into your palm in an attempt to stop the tears from falling “wait!” Matthew called out as he pushed off of the wall realising that you were actually leaving.

The call was meant to fall on deaf ears but you couldn’t help but stop at the sound of desperation in his voice “you didn’t give me a chance to say my part.” He pointed out as he walked around to the other side of you.

An unimpressed glare was all he needed to see to start talking “I was an ass and had been one all week,” he began caused you to crack a smile “just an ass?

It spread to his lips too “just want you to know that you were more than just some girl in my bed.” His voice was sweet as he was trying to how you had he took back what he had said all those weeks ago.

Although it didn’t seem you were too impressed “why’d you say it?” The words seemed foreign as they left your lips.

The boy didn’t know the answer to your questions “I didn’t want you to know how weak I was.” With that injury Matthew couldn’t even undress himself.

You could have reached up to hit him “it’s me! I’ve seen you at your worsts and your bests!” You pointed out causing the boy to wrap his arm around your waist “that’s exactly it,”

Matthew had always been tough to crack “I’ve loved you since that night in the rain in Canada.” That was a moment you two knew of. You had been on a run when the clouds began to let the rain pour. Matthew went on a drive to find you and when he did it caused an argument that you eventually won after saying that rain had three main beautiful components.

The noise,

The smell after it cleared,

And the ability make a kiss like a thousand times better.

That last one was a new one you added to the list because Matthews lips looked really kissable.

Boy were you right.

Matthew looked down to your lips as he smiled “Should we test out our old theory?” He asked as he let his fingers brush up your side.

You looked out to the clear blue skies “might be a little dry for that,” you pointed out with a soft laugh as the boy sent you an unamused look.

“I’m kidding, kiss me.”

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