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leafs-lover · 1 year

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“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.” With Auston

FWB!Auston taken from this prompt list.

A/N: I thought it would be hard to get into these, writing has been hard recently. This one came very easy but I did not proof read it🤷‍♀️

Warnings: cheating, smut, swearing, drinking

Your relationship was Auston was complicated, and that's assuming you could call it a relationship. It started off just as you'd expected it to.

Sex.

He'd message you, you'd show up, sometimes you'd watch a movie or order in some food. You always ended up in his bed, and almost always woke up beside him. Conversation came easy and soon you found yourself sending text messages while he was on the road, FaceTime and even the occasional night out for some drinks with some of the other players.

You both agreed to keep it easy and casual, no strings, and to just enjoy it all but months went by, and you found yourself yearning for more. And maybe he did too but he wouldn't admit it, and when days of silence would creep upon you or he would get uncomfortable following the chime of his phone, you knew you had to protect yourself. And that meant pulling away.

You kept telling yourself that time was the last time, then days later you were back in his bed. He had a firm hold on you and it was hard to break free.

Then came Sam.

Like Auston, it started off physical and slowly evolved, the only difference was he had no problem telling you how he felt and what he wanted. As time went on Auston’s text often went unanswered and Sam helped you to close that door.

Everything was good, great even, months went by and you hadn’t heard from him, you hadn’t even thought of him, that is until Sarah picked Locals Only as the location for girls night.

The music was loud, the drinks were cold and plentiful, and your dress was low cut and tight. It hugged you perfectly, accentuated your hips and left little to the imagination. You hadn’t worn it in a while, let it hang in the closet, but something about tonight felt like the right time to break it out again.

After spending the last three songs dancing you found yourself stumbling down the hall to the bathroom. You tug at the Flamingo bathroom. Locked. You venture to the Sunflower bathroom. Locked. The Unicorn bathroom. Locked.

"This one is open," an all too familiar voice calls from behind, making the hairs at the nape of your neck rise.

"Thanks." Your heart is pounding through your chest, hoping that the alcohol has your mind playing a trick on you, it can’t be him. As you turn around and see him, you mutter a curse word because of course he looks good. Dark curls popping under his plain white ball cap, a shirt that molds to his biceps, every muscle really. He smiles, a small and crooked one that makes his mustache curl ever so slightly, and you suddenly forget why you walked away in the first place.

You take longer than you should. Trying to think over the night, digging into your memory to try and remember if you saw him earlier tucked in a corner, wondering how long he spent watching you, if he waited for a moment to pull you aside or if it was pure coincidence.

It's two songs later when you decide to brave the outside world again. You need some water, maybe fresh air, something to calm your nerves. Surely, he isn't there anymore.

The second the door opens you feel his large body press against yours, walking you back inside. He smells richly of his cologne and booze and his cheeks are flushed.

"What are you doing?" You ask as the lock catches.

"Missed you." Auston doesn't bother answering your question, you already know.

"Auston." You almost choke on your own tongue, but when his soft hand lifts your chin and you meet the dark brown eyes, every part of you melts. They always were your favourite part.

Auston ducks down and presses his lips to yours. Even though the small voice in the back of your head told you not to surrender, to think of Sam, his lips were your second favourite thing about him, and you press forward. You take his face in the palm of your hand and scratch your nails along his jaw. His wander down your sides, venturing toward your hips. Your mouths fuse together, and the kiss quickly becomes feverish and hungry.

"Hi." Auston mumbles against you when he finally needs some air. His lips are red and puffy from kissing, coated in your lip gloss.

"Hi." You pull him back down for another kiss, you'll always have a sweet spot for him.

"I always loved this dress on you." His voice it thick, full of gravel.

"I remember."

"Remember what we did last time in this bathroom?" His face curls into a satisfied smirk as his lips ghost over the shell of your ear.

"What are you doing?" You ask as you feel his hand slip under the hem of your dress and push the satin underwear down your thighs. Just like last time, his lips hit your neck, then your collarbone, and that spot below your ear. The dangerously thin straps fall off your shoulder and your breasts spring free, quickly being met by one of his signature cocky smiles.

"Taking a trip down memory lane."

The whiskey runs hot in your veins and the bass booms under your feet. He guides your hand toward his growing bulge, and just like last time you make work at his belt and undo it, forcing his jeans a few inches down his thighs. Auston bites at your neck when your hand slips under his boxers and utters the same curse words as before when you tug on his length encouraging him to grow.

Exactly like last time, his spare hand moves between your bodies and toys at your entrance. One finger slips inside, and your walls greedily suck it in. He is quick to add another, curling them in until you are tugging at his dark curls. Just like every single time, he finds the spot that makes your knees weak and hits it over and over. His grin somehow gets cockier with every strained cry you let out.

"God, I fucking missed you." Auston pulls his fingers out and turns you around to face the mirror.

Just like last time, he kicks your legs apart and bends you over the counter, putting your ass and dripping cunt on display for him.

“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.” A lump forms in your throat.

"Better not tell him then."

You both moan in unison as he enters you, you always did. It takes one thrust to forget about Sam and a second to forget how bad an idea this is. By the time the third deep and hard thrust comes, shunting you up the counter, you know absolutely nothing is going to stop you until his warm and sticky cum fills your pussy. Just like every time before.

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miracleonice87 · 11 months

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Lavender Haze with my favorite lovie aka Sidney Crosby 🥹🥹

from m's midnights prompt list

warnings: online / social media bullying, swearing, implied 10 year age gap between Sid (age 36) and reader insert (age 26)

word count: ~4,100

1. Lavender Haze: “Staring at the ceiling with you / Oh, you don’t ever say too much / And you don’t really read into my melancholia / I been under scrutiny / You handle it beautifully / All this shit is new to me”

---

“Alright, guys, thanks for your patience today – everybody did a great job with media today and all year, and now you finally get a break for a couple months,” Jen told the team with a smirk, earning a few stray whoops and hollers from around the locker room, the loudest from one Evgeni Malkin. It went without saying that locker room clean-out day was one of his favorite days of the year. Many of the guys thanked Jen in return as they packed up the remnants of their lockers and prepared to head to their respective homes for the summer. “Have a great offseason, call me if you need me, and I’ll see you guys in August,” she added as she did one last pass through the semi-circle of stalls, then stopped at the last one before the exit.

“Sid, can you stop by my office before you head out, please?” she asked, softly enough that only the veteran superstar could hear as he bent over his hockey bag.

He stood up straight in front of his stall and nodded slowly. Jen gave him an oddly tight smile that felt forced before turning to walk out the dressing room doors.

What was that all about…

Sidney’s brows knit together slightly as he wondered why she had addressed him so seriously. Considering his long tenure as captain and, therefore, the primary spokesperson for the players, it wasn’t at all uncommon for Jen to pull him aside for a brief one-on-one to discuss upcoming appearances or media needs that pertained only to him. It was uncommon, though, for her to do so in such a subdued and solemn manner, as though whatever she had to say to him was a sensitive matter.

He rarely felt uneasy, but Jen’s request had certainly set him on edge. He silently packed up the final contents of his locker and made sure to bid farewell to each member of the team he hadn’t yet, his mind elsewhere all the while. Ten minutes later, he threw his bag over his shoulder, grabbed his bundle of sticks, and headed to Jen’s office.

Sidney used a single knuckle to knock on her half-open door, where he could hear her speaking to someone else, in a hushed tone.

Seriously, what the fuck is going on here…

“Come in,” she called out to him before returning to her previous volume. “Yeah, he just got here,” she said into her office phone. “Yep, I’ll tell him. Thanks.” She hung up the receiver and sighed heavily, folding her arms in front of her on the glass-topped desk. “Will you close the door?” she asked him.

“Jen, what the hell-”

“I know, Sid,” she said, shaking her head sadly, her eyes cast downward. “This isn’t how I wanted to go into the summer, but this needs to be addressed before you go home.”

Sid passed by her desk in favor of leaning against her windowsill, unable to actually take a seat in the middle of the discomfort.

“What’s going on?” he asked firmly, crossing his arms against his chest.

Jen pursed her lips and took a beat before answering. Sid could see her switching from friend-mode to PR-mode before his very eyes, which rarely happened these days. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time it had.

When the next two words out of her mouth were “it’s…” followed by your name, he felt every muscle in his body tense. His brows shot skyward and his eyes went wide, rendered utterly speechless as Jen quickly continued. “I don’t even know if this is something she’s aware of yet, but it’s something you need to be,” she told him. “The social team brought it to my attention earlier today. You know it’s par for the course for us to get a few dozen, sometimes even a couple hundred, stupid comments about you on a post, particularly at the end of a season. But this is… it’s just something we really haven’t had to deal with to this extent before.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, though he certainly didn’t actually want to know the answer to that question.

“So we posted your final media availability from this morning as a standalone on Instagram,” she began. “It started out with just a couple of random comments, blaming her for the early exit. Just stupid shit like that. But… things have escalated. It’s become something of a… I don’t know, a trend? …to tag her handle in the comment section. And it’s gained some momentum, unfortunately. Seemingly primarily by Philly and Boston fans, which isn’t necessarily shocking.”

Sid tensed and flexed his fingers against the cool window frame. “How much ‘momentum’ are we talking about here?” he asked, voice cool.

There was a long pause. One far too long for comfort.

“About 14,000. Kind of… going viral, at least by our standards.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, Jen,” he spat.

“I know.”

“This is exactly why I never engaged in this social media bullshit.”

“I know.”

“But she didn’t, either. Her account is fucking private. Family and friends only.”

“I know.”

“I never wanted to ask her to shut it down.”

“I know.”

Sid sighed, his head falling backwards as he closed his eyes, trying to calm his rapidly firing nerve endings. Eventually, he pushed away from the window and held out his hand.

“Let me see.” He nodded toward Jen’s work iPhone, which was currently buzzing so frequently that it was about to fall off the edge of her desk.

“Sid, I really don’t-”

“Let… me see.”

Jen heaved a sigh, glancing upward, before picking up, unlocking, and, after scrolling in her camera roll to her most recent screenshots, handing over the phone.

We’re blaming Sid’s new gf. He had to spend too much time helping her with her algebra homework this year

⮑ How much do you think he pays her per season

⮑ For what, prostitution or her daycare?

She’s gotta be his cover

No wonder he’s lost a step, can’t keep up on the ice AND chase after his toddler

Watch out, Sid. She might run off with Nate. Much closer to her age

From Crybaby Crosby to Sugar Daddy Crosby

Gonna pull a Wayno and request a trade to LA because his girl wants to be famous

⮑ Or end up like Mario when she gets pregnant and traps him

That one made him chuckle darkly. “Yeah, because Mario was so miserable that he’s stayed married to Nathalie for 30-some years and had three more children,” he said bitterly.

⮑ For real, make sure you keep it wrapped, 87

⮑ She's also only as old as Mario's youngest kid. Like let that sink in

Wonder if G’s and Tanger’s girls have to take her to the playground

⮑ Anna and Catherine are so fucking fine, and then there’s her. Blegh

⮑ At least she’s well endowed

⮑ That’s just because she’s chubby

Was hoping she was just a one night stand but apparently not. Hope he doesn’t wife her

Dumb gold digging wh*re

⮑ We want prenup

Hope she dies in a car crash

What’s her @? I don’t wanna f*ck her, just wanna make her life a living hell

⮑ Found her - @yourusername - ig do yo thang!

⮑ Thanks for nothing @yourusername you stupid bitch

And on and on it went from there.

Phone still in hand, fingers gripped tightly around it, Sid met Jen’s concerned eyes. He swallowed hard.

“Is that it?” Please, god, let that be it…

With a single shake of her head, she instructed, “Scroll to the left.”

He did as she said, and a meme from a widely-followed hockey rumor account appeared.

SID’S MUCH YOUNGER GIRL GETS ANNIHILATED ON SOCIAL, BLAMED FOR PENS MISSING PLAYOFFS, the first slide read in bold red letters printed above a photo of her, which he knew had been pulled from the account of one of the other Pens’ partners, sporting her “87” beanie at the Winter Classic in January. The following slides in the post were screenshots highlighting some of the nastiest comments from the original post.

“So that’s the main reason I’m calling this to your attention,” Jen said as he scrolled reluctantly, waves of nausea rolling in his gut. “It might have flown under the radar if it had stayed contained in our comments, but this account picked it up and ran with it. So it’s being more widely discussed.”

Sid inhaled and exhaled slowly, then muttered, “fuck,” as he returned Jen’s phone, letting his hands fall to the leather seatback in front of him. “So what can we do?” he asked.

“We can release a statement,” she said as she clicked the phone locked and placed it back on her desk. “If you want to. Management is fine with that and supports whatever decision you make.”

Sid nodded, grateful for that sentiment, but still unsure that that was the best course of action.

“Anybody say what they’d do in this situation?” he asked.

Jen couldn’t help but smirk.

“Yeah, one of them said they’d go full Will Smith. ‘Keep my wife’s name out your fuckin’ mouth,’” she told him. “He didn’t actually say that part, but… I’ll let you guess who.”

Sid breathed a slight chuckle. “Sounds like Sully.”

Jen nodded. “It was him on the phone when you walked in,” she informed him. “He didn’t want to say it in front of everyone, but he wanted me to tell you to call him if you need him. Unfortunately, he’s familiar with situations like yours because of Charlie and Kiley, so don’t hesitate to reach out to him - or to any of them - if you need some advice.”

He exhaled forcefully, glancing at his shoes. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He looked back up toward Jen, one of his most trusted companions and confidants. “What would you do? If you were me.”

Jen pursed her lips and leaned her palms against her desk.

“I’d go talk to my partner first.”

___

It was a quick drive from PPG to your condo in the Strip District. Door to door was typically about seven minutes, ten with traffic.

Today, though, it felt like it took hours.

Sid hadn’t told you he was coming over. He planned to make use of the spare key you had given him months ago. Because as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to catch you off-guard for once, make it so you wouldn’t have time to pull yourself together or freshen up or plaster a grin on your face, as he had a sneaking suspicion that you sometimes did in an attempt to put on a brave front for him.

He simply wanted to meet you, literally, right where you were. He didn’t know how aware you even were of the situation, if at all, so determining that was first on his priority list.

With a nod to the security guard at the front desk, who recognized him not only as a Penguin but from his frequent visits to the building, usually hand-in-hand with you, Sid made his way to the elevator, then to your floor.

Upon reaching your place, he called out to you through the door, before he even unlocked it and turned the handle, so as not to frighten you in what could be considered a fragile time, no matter how you might actually be feeling currently.

“It’s me,” he announced. “I’m coming in.”

This certainly didn’t come as a surprise to you. You didn’t make a move, but instead called out, “In the living room.”

Sid pushed the door open, then closed and locked it behind him, kicked off his shoes, and left his ball cap in the entryway. He slowly made his way down the hall toward the living room. As he approached, he saw you lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling with your head propped on a throw pillow from the nearby sofa. The sliding glass door leading to your private terrace was open, and the light breeze danced through the gauzy drapes that hung in the threshold.

“Hi, love,” he greeted quietly.

You forced yourself to look up at him, although your expression was unreadable.

“Hi,” you replied. “I’ve kind of been expecting you,” you told him as you fixed your eyes upward again.

Sid nodded, grabbing a pillow for himself before crouching down next to you. Although he leaned over to kiss your forehead, a warm and welcome gesture in the midst of your inner turmoil, he didn’t say anything else right away. He didn't have to. He knew what you needed, and that was just for him to be there with you. To be in it with you.

And you didn’t say anything, either. Sid didn’t really read into it – you didn’t need to say so out loud for him to understand that this wasn’t about him, or your relationship from the inside out.

It was just about the outsiders, the pathetic trolls who had spent the last several hours taking unnecessary and unprompted shots at you online.

This scrutiny you were currently under wasn’t necessarily shocking. When you thought back on it, you supposed you had been bracing yourself for it ever since you had agreed to that very first date with Sid over a year ago now after being introduced by mutual friends. He had been the primary face of the league, the Canadian golden boy in every sense of the word, for two decades now, simultaneously adored and hated by literal millions of people, which would never be a figure you’d be able to fully wrap your brain around.

And you’d never shown Sidney the hundreds of message requests that piled up in your inbox from week to week, until you remembered to go in and delete them, and while you made it a point not to read them, it was damn near impossible for your eyes not to catch words such as “hooker,” “slut,” “clout chaser” and worse before tapping Delete All and doing your best to move on with your day with a positive attitude. You’d never told him about the obscene things that people would nearly fall out their car windows to scream at you as you made the short walk from the downtown bars near the arena, on the few nights that you opted to meet the girls or your family for a drink before the games rather than enter the arena through the comfort of the private garage attached to the venue. You’d never mentioned the dozens of times you’d watched partners of the guys on the team mutter and cluck their tongues in disgust while deleting hateful comments about you from their own posts in the past year, which was always followed up by tapping Report and Block in quick succession.

So no, it wasn’t shocking. What it was, though, was hurtful, no matter how far removed from reality the comments and messages actually were.

Finally, Sidney moved beside you, rolling his head to the side to study you intently, still silent for a long while. He knew this couldn’t be the first time you’d been hurt, even if indirectly, because of his profession. But it was the first time he’d seen you dwell on it before his very eyes, and it shattered him.

“You doing okay?” he asked gently.

You, too, let your head fall to the side to meet his gaze.

“Who, me? Oh, never better,” you teased, opting for humor.

Sid let out a singular, sad chuckle, then reached his thumb to smooth across your cheekbone.

“So much for the lavender haze, huh?” you sighed, curling into his touch as he opened his palm to caress your face.

“Doesn’t change a goddamn thing about the way I feel about you,” he asserted. “About how crazy I am about you. How much I adore you.”

You nodded, grasping his forearm and giving it an affectionate squeeze. You kissed the fleshy crease of his hand.

“I know that,” you said. “It doesn’t change how I feel about you either, it’s just…” You sighed, and he took this opportunity to open his arms and invite you closer. You rolled onto your side and rested your head on his chest, and he wound his arms around you as tightly as he possibly could. “All this shit is new to me, Sid,” you said in a small voice.

He gave your waist a squeeze and used his fingertips to trace up and down your arm soothingly, then pressed a kiss to your hairline.

“I know, baby,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry you have to deal with it at all. It’s because of me. And I hate that more than anything.”

You reached to cup your hand against his neck.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” you protested. “I don’t want you to be. It’s not your fault”

He sighed. “Maybe not, but, still…”

He trailed off, and you let his words hang in the air for a moment before adding, “Well, for what it’s worth, you handle it beautifully.”

You looked up at him adoringly. He returned the gesture, smiling down at you softly as his thumb tapped your shoulder appreciatively.

You settled back against him, eyes fixed on the shelf of plants across the room, unable to look at him for this next part. You swallowed hard.

“I think I’m gonna shut down my acc-”

“I don’t want you to do that,” he said immediately, shaking his head. He had never spoken to you so sharply. “Not because of this. Not because of me. We can’t let people win. That's exactly what they want.”

Your voice wavered as you tried your best to argue. “It’s not just this one time, Sid,” you admitted, but didn’t elaborate any further. “I don’t want people talking about you like that-”

“I don’t give a damn what people say,” he said, his volume rising. “Let them fucking talk all the shit they want. It’ll never change the way I look at you, the way I feel about you. And that’s what they’re trying to do. They’re trying to poke holes in this where there are none. Let’s not give them any more power than they already think they have.”

You didn’t have a comeback for that one. Instead, silence fell over the room once again as you lay in his strong arms. About five minutes later, after replaying his little monologue again and again in his head, he kissed your temple.

“I’m sorry,” he said gently, lips still pressed to your skin. “I shouldn’t have raised my voice. I just need you to know that you’re more important to me than any of this shit. You’re the most important thing in my life, and it’s not close.”

You lifted yourself from your prone position in favor of straddling Sid’s waist, not in a sexual way, but simply in one that kept him close. He reached for your hands to entangle your fingers in his, and you leaned down to kiss him.

“Once again, no need to apologize, but I do appreciate it,” you said, sitting back up. “You know you’re the only thing that truly matters to me, too. We’ll get through this – we’re way stronger than the shit they’re trying to throw at us.” Below you, Sid nodded, smoothing the back of your hands with his thumb. “But I, for one, am ready to take a break from talking about this for right now, and I’m starving. Can I order us some delivery?” you asked, climbing off of him. Sid, too, stood up.

“Let me order,” he insisted, bringing you in with a hand at the small of your back. “What sounds good to you?”

You barely needed a moment to respond. “Pizza?” you suggested.

“Pizza it is,” he agreed. “I’ll call Milano.”

You grinned at the mention of your favorite local joint and pushed yourself up to kiss him.

“Sounds perfect,” you said. “Thank you. I’m gonna go put on some sweats. I’ll be right back,” you said, kissing him one more time before disappearing into your bedroom.

Sid's gaze followed you as you entered your closet, grateful that you’d unwittingly fallen for his plan to be able to nonchalantly check his phone. He pulled it from his pocket as he walked out onto the terrace. On his screen were notifications of dozens of calls and texts, but a few names stood out from the rest.

Sully - iMessage: Sid - Jen has kept me up to speed on the situation this afternoon. I'm sorry that you both are dealing with this nonsense. With the way this has escalated, I would encourage you to strongly consider allowing her team to make a statement. That being said, I understand and support whatever decision you make, and I know you’ll do what’s best for the both of you. Always in your corner. - MS

Geno - iMessage: Anna told me what happened. Bullshit!!!!! Make Jen write statement, NOW!!!!!

Jen - iMessage: I already have a few sentences drafted based on our conversation earlier. If you’d like to move forward, just say the word. For now, just take care of her.

Sidney turned and quietly slid the terrace door shut behind him, then tapped Jen’s contact number and pressed the phone to his ear. It rang only one-and-a-half times before…

“Thought I might hear from you.”

“Thought you might say that,” Sid retorted, eyes trailing across the cityscape below.

“How is she?” Jen asked.

Sid blew out a long breath. “Honestly, better than I expected. It was a little rough when I first got here, but you know her, nothing keeps her down for too long.”

Jen offered a sound of approval. “Yep, that’s my girl. So… what’s up?”

“I wanna put out a statement,” he said confidently. “Not from me, but from the team, if that’s possible.”

“It’s more than possible - it’s what I was going to suggest if you decided to go this route,” she replied. “Like I said, I already have something started, so I’ll continue to work on that.”

“Send me a draft beforehand, okay? I’d like to offer input,” Sidney requested, glancing over his shoulder to ensure you hadn’t yet emerged from your bedroom, lest you grow suspicious of his clandestine phone conversation.

“Of course,” said Jen. “I’d never release without your approval.”

“That’s why you’re the best in the biz,” he told her jokingly, though genuinely. “Could you just email it to me rather than read it over the phone like normal? I haven’t, uh, exactly told her I’m doing this yet.”

“Understood,” she responded immediately. “Give me 20 and I’ll shoot something your way.”

“Thanks, Jen. Truly,” he said. “I’m really grateful to you and your team.”

“Always in your corner, Sid,” she said, calling back to mind the same promise from his head coach via text just hours ago. “You’re easy to defend. Talk soon. Bye.”

“Bye, Jen.”

- - -

The next morning…

A statement from the Pittsburgh Penguins:

The Pittsburgh Penguins are aware of and do not condone the despicable and disparaging comments made online recently regarding a member of our captain’s family. Involving and attempting to implicate our players’ families in discussions about the results of our season and the future of our organization is simply heinous and unacceptable. While our organization does not typically respond to immature and ill-informed social media comments, we are unable to stand by and allow these words to go unchecked. We will not allow so-called fans of this game to post unfair and patently untrue accusations against our players’ loved ones without publicly denouncing them ourselves. We applaud the dignity and grace with which our players’ families approach these difficult situations, and our organization fully supports and stands with them.

- - -

“I read it,” Sidney heard from the open French doors of his office half an hour after Jen told him the statement had gone live.

Apparently, it was his turn for a visit previously unannounced.

He spun in his chair to find you standing in front of him, arms crossed tightly against your chest, eyes rimmed with red but also with a small smile on your lips. "I was already on my way here anyway, but..."

“Come here,” he invited, pushing his chair back from his desk. You obliged, crossing the room toward him and taking a seat on his lap as he circled his arms around your waist and pressed a kiss to the back of your arm, eyes closing in reverence as his lips lingered against your skin.

You rested the side of your head against the top of his. “‘A member of your family,’ huh?” you asked softly, unable to keep the wide grin from your face.

Sid pressed a few more quick kisses to your skin before shifting you slightly in his lap so that he could meet your eyes. He looked up at you reverently, pushing some of your hair away from your face.

“That verbiage was my choice,” he informed you firmly. “Because that’s what you are to me. You are my family,” he said, conviction in every syllable. “Yes, you’re my girlfriend for now, but in time, you’ll be my fiancé, my wife, the mother of my children. You know that. ‘Girlfriend’ or even ‘partner’ just didn’t feel like enough. You’re… you’re my everything. I love you.”

You nodded. With more tears forming in your eyes, you pressed your hand to his smooth cheek and leaned down to kiss him.

“I love you, too,” you whispered against his lips as he cupped the back of your head in his hand. “Thank you.”

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laurenairay · 1 year

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svechie with 2 pls !! if 2's been taken then 4 pls <3

2 – “Let me know what you need, okay?” – Andrei Svechnikov

612 words.

Thanks for requesting this one for Svechy, Cam!

“Okay no, there’s no way you’re going to practice today.”

Andrei frowned at you from where he was slumped against the kitchen counter, shaking his head. “I’m fine. Just a little bit of flu,” he shrugged.

“Sweetheart, I’ve never seen you so pale. I really doubt the trainers will even let you on the ice,” you replied, frowning back at him.

He wasn’t just pale – your boyfriend had dark circles under his eyes and his nose was red where he’d obviously been sniffling, and the fact that he was clearly using the countertop to hold himself upright? Not okay.

“I’ll be fi-”

Three loud sneezes interrupted his own words, and you just smiled sadly as he groaned.

“Come on, I’ll text Jordy, okay? You need to take a rest day,” you murmured.

The pitiful look he sent you broke your heart, even more so as he sadly nodded. You knew how hard he worked with the team – hell, everyone knew that – but today was just not his day to push past his limits.

“Can you walk to the sofa by yourself?” you asked, quickly typing out a text to his captain.

Andrei took one step away from the kitchen side before pausing, and then shaking his head. He always hated asking for help, and this was just a sign that he was feeling just as bad as he looked if he was accepting help this easily.

“Alright, let’s take it slow then.”

Because there was no way you could carry his full heavy body by yourself – your man was big. The two of you slowly shuffled over to the sofa, Andrei eventually sitting down with a heavy thump, the saddest self-pitying look on his face, to which you could only add an extra cushion behind his neck and drape a large blanket over him.

“Am not that sick,” he grumbled, although he tucked his feet under it tightly.

“Uh huh, tell me that when you can stand upright without feeling congested and dizzy,” you mused.

Andrei just groaned, burrowing further under the blanket, making you smile at how adorable he was unintentionally being. For such a big guy, he sure could curl himself up into a tiny ball.

“I’d better start my workday properly, but I’ll only be down the hall, okay? Just yell for me if you need something,” you said, smiling.

He chewed his bottom lip briefly before looking up at you. “I don’t want to distract you. Don’t want to be a burden.”

Oh bless his heart.

“The last thing you could ever be is a burden, sweetheart. I mean it – let me know what you need, okay?” you said firmly.

Andrei sent you a sweet smile, eyes crinkling, making your heart melt even further.

“Okay, I will. Thank you for looking after me.”

“Always,” you grinned.

As you wandered away from the living room and down the hall to your office/study, you couldn’t help but glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend, smiling to yourself as you saw him wiggle down into the sofa to get comfortable, one hand peeking out of his huddle to reach for the TV remote. Adorable. As much as you wanted to curl into his side and take care of him 24/7, this really was the best option for both of you – you had work to do and he really just needed to rest. Not that this would stop you from taking a couple of extra coffee breaks to wander past and check on him, of course – and if you happened to take a sweet photo of him napping wrapped up in his blanket burrito, well, that was just a little extra bonus.

#my writing #andrei svechnikov blurb #prompt list blurbs #andrei svechnikov imagine #andrei svechnikov x reader #andrei svechnikov fic #andrei svechnikov fanfic #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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astars-things · 2 years

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“want to go steal a street sign?” with jack???

Thank you for your request

Jack and you were just chilling in his bd at 1 am, you were scrolling through Pinterest looking at cute room aesthetic when you stumbled across one with street signs and vines

“want to go steal a street sign?” You mumbled to Jack

“Babe I would but its kind of illegal” he mumbled back

You stood up out of no where, put on some clothes on then made your way to his door

“Where are you going” he questioned

“Im going to go ask Luke to come with me because unlike you he wouldn’t say no” you said with sass and with that you left his room and made your way to the youngest hughes room

Requests are open

Love you all

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#jack hughes #fluff #imagines #x reader #hockey blurbs #request #luke hughes #jack hughes x reader #new jersey devils #prompt list

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rosewaves06 · 9 months

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

(When you request,explain the prompt or give the prompt number)

1. “you can’t be serious”

2. “This can’t be happening”

3. “Come here let me warm you u

4. “Are we okay”

5. “It’s okay I’ve got you”

6. “I’m not leaving”

7. “I hope you know what your doing”

8. “Please stop crying!” “Does it hurt?”

9. “Can you look at me?” “Please?”

10. “No,no please don’t look sad I can’t handle that”

11. “Don’t tell me your fine you bleeding”

12. “Everything about you amazes me”

13. “You literally run me over and I would still be in love with you”

14. “You might be and adult but I swear you have the mentality of a 2 year old”

15. “Please don’t leave me! Not right now”

16. “Can I kiss you?”

17. “One more kiss? Please?”

18. “I’ve loved you since the first day I saw you!”

19. “I will always protect you.”

20. “You are enough”

21. “Sing to me”

22. “Im don’t with all of your bullshit!”

23. “Im over it”

24. “Come back I’m not read to get up yet so either are you!”

25. “Have you seen my sweatshirt?”

#prompt list #umich hockey #mark estapa x reader #ethan edwards x reader #luke hughes x reader #jack hughes x reader

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hearts4hughes · 1 year

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— PROMPT LIST

(send me a request by saying the number, what the prompt is, and who you want the request to be for)

1. "you bought me flowers?”

2. "where's my goodnight kiss?"

3. "no, don't stop. i like the sound of your voice."

4. "where's my goodnight kiss?"

5. "you know, even if you left me, i'd still be yours."

6. it's 2am?" "i was hungry." "so you made cookies?"

7. "do i look overdressed?" "skip your date, stay with me."

8. "can we stay like this forever?'

9. "ive been in love with you ever since i saw you."

10. "hockey guys are hot, don't blame me."

11. "shut up and kiss me, dummy!"

12. "you bought me flowers?" "yeah, well i noticed you'd seemed kinda down, so i wanted to cheer you up."

13. "why are you creeping outside my bedroom window?!" "i thought it would be romantic if i climbed up here." "you gave me a heart-attack!"

14. "hey give me that!" "well then come get it." "you know i can't reach that."

15. “i’m leaving.” “if you walk out that door, we are done.” “i know.”

16. "forget it. just like you forget everything else."

17. "can you stop being so clingy?"

18. "i didn't know you were coming over." "i missed you."

19. "stop being ridiculous!" "'m not! he was all over you."

20. "will you fucking grow up!"

21. "you're in love with me. i know it, so why are you dating him?"

22. "i don't have the energy to fight you anymore."

23. “i lost myself the day i lost you." "you said you'd follow me anywhere" - "you know i can't follow you there."

24. "you didn't deserve me."

25. “Please, go with them if you like them so much better."

26. "He shouldn't go after other people's girlfriends!"

27. "People are staring at us." "Well, let's make them jealous."

28. "Oh, so they are just a friend, right? That's what you're telling me?"

29. "I don't like them all looking at you."

30. “are you jealous?”

#hearts4hughes #prompt list #quinn hughes #luke hughes #jack hughes imagines #jack hughes #hockey imagines #hockey boys #nora's writings 💐

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hughescluez · 1 year

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𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

001: “i just need you.”

002: “hey, look at me.”

003: “i’ve got you.”

004: “what the hell were you thinking?”

005: “i don’t know who you think i am but i’m not leaving.”

006: “i’m coming to get you, stay there.”

007: “what if something happened to you?”

008: “touch her again, and i’ll fucking end you.”

009: “what’s wrong? why are you crying?”

010: “you’re not going anywhere.”

011: “walk out that door and we’re done.”

012: “i feel like i’m falling apart.”

013: “look at me. you’re okay.”

014: “he shouldn’t have touched you like that.”

015: “can you take a deep breath for me, hm?”

016: “who did this to you?”

017: “i’m gonna fucking kill him.”

018: “you don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

019: “take my jacket, i don’t want you catching a cold.”

020: “if you’re hurt you can tell me, i don’t mind carrying you.”

021: “we’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

022: “stop pretending you’re okay cause i know you’re not.”

023: “i think i’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me.”

024: “don’t you dare walk away from this.”

025: “hey, look at me. focus on me alright?”

026: “i can’t think around you.”

027: “all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

028: “how many times are you going to look me in the eyes and lie to me?”

029: “you’re hurt.”

030: “go ahead and hurt me! at least i’ll finally feel something.”

031: “how could you even think that i don’t love you?”

032: “call me right fucking now.”

033: “who the fuck was that?”

034: “please, leave me alone.”

035: “come here, i’ll carry you.”

036: “my torso isn’t exactly a pillow you know.”

037: “how did you get that black eye?”

038: “take it easy, you’re hurt.”

039: “i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me?”

040: “i’m fine, let me see your face.”

041: “how could you ask me that?”

042: “it’s you. you’re it. you’re the one i want.”

043: “why are you pushing me away?”

044: “well maybe i like having you alive, ever thought about that?”

045: “stop worrying about you? i can barely stop thinking about you!”

046: “i’ll sit here all night if i have to, just talk to me please.”

047: “i didn’t know where else to go.”

048: “did you feel sorry for me? is that why you asked me out?”

049: “waiting for you is like trying to find rain in a drought. useless and disappointing.”

050: “i thought you could use a hug.”

#nhl hockey #hockey #nhl hockey imagine #hockey imagine #quinn hughes #thomas bordeleau #jamie drysdale #luke hughes #jack hughes #ethan edwards #brendan brisson #matt boldy #prompt list

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galaxina-the-pyro · 1 year

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“For Your Ice Only” is an underrated masterpiece and I’m not afraid to say it. XD

#phineas and ferb #pnf #isabella garcia shapiro #novembella #novembella 2022 #for your ice only #hockey z-9 #prompt list #13 sports #I’m prouder of this than I should be #I don’t typically draw dynamic poses quite the way I want to #but this turned out way better than I hoped

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macknnons · 2 years

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and #5 for 1322 because i am in fact Predicatable

5. Linking your hands together as you walk through school/a building/the streets--finger rubbing over your lover's knuckles softly.

Kent knows Briss means trouble the second he appears in their living room and throws himself on the couch, shoulder against Jimmy and feet on Thom’s lap.

“Hello fuckers, since I know you all forgot to sign up for the Valentines Day party next Friday, I’m here to take all of your names and do it for you.”

Phil and Ports both groan alongside Kent. He still can’t believe how Briss got himself involved in this. He says it’s a girl in his sports history class that told him about it and she was so happy he could reach the athletes’ crowd, he couldn’t say no to her.

Being allowed to physically assist some classes for the second semester had been a blessing but Kent hadn’t expected full-on parties already.

“Come on KJ, some enthusiasm, please,” Briss asks and receives an eye roll in answer. “Alright, I’m gonna assume that means Owen hasn’t made his proposal yet, that’s fine. I can still sign you up already so we can keep count.”

Wh—

“Maybe KJ here is the one with a plan,” Thom comments.

“Maybe it already happened and it was really sweet but Kent won’t tell you because that’s private.”

“Oh come on, that’s why you won’t tell me about yours? I don’t need the juicy details Jimmy baby, I know Blanks must have a thousand tricks up his sleeve.”

“Briss shut up I don’t need to know what they’re up to in bed,” Phil protests. “I already know too much from sharing a wall with Jimmy’s bedroom.”

“Why are we talking about proposals anyway?” Ports asks. “This isn’t prom. You said it was just a Valentines Day themed party and that single people were allowed.”

“Why the fuck would Owen need to ask me to come to your stupid party anyway?”

Kent’s question is very successful in making every single one of his teammates shut up. The silence that follows is actually a little too much, especially with the way they’re all awkwardly looking at them, brows furrowed and all.

Thom’s the one who speaks up first. “I mean, no one has to propose to anyone, it’s not a big deal. Valentine’s Day is all about couples but Briss wrote my name down before I even got the chance to prove to him I could be very romantic, so.”

Briss doesn’t even protest, he’s just looking at Thom very fondly, extending one hand for Thom to take and Kent wants to disappear. He needs to talk with Matty to hand him over the Bordeleau/Brisson package from time to time. They’re terrible when they’re both in a mischievous mood but it’s almost worse when they’re disgustingly sweet like that.

Kent swallows past the weird sensation in his throat. “Right. But me and Owen aren’t a couple, so.”

This new silence is even louder than the first one. Maybe Kent just needs to leave and come back for dinner when they’ll have hopefully found a new subject of conversation.

This time it’s Jimmy’s turn to speak first. “Sorry Kent, we didn’t mean to pry. We understand if you’d rather keep it for yourselves for now, it’s perfectly fine.”

The fuck.

“What makes you all think we’re together?”

“You spend all of your time together, even when we’re all home.”

“Big Dog has the biggest love eyes when he looks at you.”

“You hold hands when you walk to practice.”

Kent’s head is swimming.

“But yeah don’t worry, it’s okay,” Briss goes with his best reassuring voice. “I’ll put your names down separately and you can come as friends and enjoy the night anyway, it’s no big deal.”

Kent blinks, pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. This sounds like a bad prank except all of them are looking so eager and concerned it actually really weirds Kent out. The fuck.

In the end, Kent doesn’t have the energy to fight them, not when Owen isn’t even here to try to help him. He thanks Briss and once Briss is done jostling everyone’s name down on his phone, they finally move on.

A battle of Pennsylvania is put on in the background at some point but Kent can’t focus on the game. At that point, he’s glad that Owen is out studying with Matty because he knows Owen would be able to tell that something was up with Kent and Kent wouldn’t know what to say and that just wouldn’t end up great.

The thing is— look.

They spend a lot of time together because Owen is his best friend and they have a lot of common interests and they get each other. Their brains are wired just differently enough to make them the perfect partners to analyze hockey games together, so they do just that, a lot, among other things.

The love eyes Kent can’t comment on because he really doesn’t think so and Thom admitted to being a romantic so that’s probably his imagination doing tricks.

The holding hands’ thing, though, well.

It started early in January when they had their first class together on campus and they kind of got lost and they were running late so it was pure instinct to grab Owen’s hand to run with him once he saw a sign indicating the direction of the building they were looking for. The first thing Owen told him once they were finally seated, still out of breath, was that he had cold hands. Kent’s brain had been too fried from his sprint to be able to cook up an answer.

Two days later, they were walking much more slowly, Kent rubbing his hands together because as a Canadian, he didn’t need gloves to survive the Michigan winter, thank you very much. Owen still grabbed one of his hands and jammed it in his coat’s pocket, fingers holding tight, thumb rubbing over Kent’s knuckles.

That had been four weeks ago and neither of them ever discussed or questioned the tradition that it had quickly become.

So maybe Kent would indeed like to go to Briss’ party with Owen together together and there is something to be said about all of their teammates genuinely thinking they were already a thing, but Kent truly can’t entertain that idea or he’ll get hurt, he’s sure of it.

The next day, Kent has both his hands deep down his own pockets when he walks to class with Owen.

“What’s wrong?”

Fuck. He really needs to get his shit together and forget about what happened last night.

“Nothing, just a little tired maybe,” Kent tries to throw his most convincing smile up in Owen’s direction. He can tell from Owen’s face that he isn’t buying it.

“Right,” Owen says and Kent thinks that might be the end of it but then Owen continues. “I ran into Briss this morning.”

Since when is Briss even awake early in the mornings? Getting to meet new people every day has been giving him too much energy, it’s going to become dangerous at some point.

“I’m really sorry about whatever he said. I swear I tried to tell him that he was wrong but—”

“It’s fine.”

“It’s fine?”

“Yeah, he just told me we were now both signed up for his Valentines Day party, it’s not a big deal.”

Kent nods, hard. That’s good, that’s the truth, not the whole truth but just what Kent can handle for their lives to keep being normal. Except Owen looks bothered now.

“What’s wrong?” Kent parrots his question from earlier. He watches as Owen kicks the same rock for a couple of steps, head down, chin dug into his scarf. Kent can see red patches on the top of his cheeks and he wouldn’t bet on them exclusively being from the wind. “Owen, please? It’s just me, you know I won’t tell anyone.”

Owen nods, head still down. He’s abandoned his rock. It takes one long silence before he speaks again. “Please don’t be mad at me.”

Kent furrows his brows. “Never.”

“Okay. I— I was going to ask you to come with me to the party. Tonight. I had this little thing planned, I think Briss is calling them proposals even though this isn’t prom. It’s ridiculous, I’m sorry. Can we forget about this?”

Kent gets stuck just one step behind Owen, his feet unable to move.

Holy shit.

“Yes,” he says eagerly before realizing his mistake when he sees the hurt on Owen’s face. “I mean no! I mean— Please do it, please do the proposal, I want to properly say yes to you.”

“Oh.”

Owen’s smiling now, eyes sparkling, cheeks definitely redder. He looks so much better like that.

“But then we’re never mentioning it to Briss or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Owen laughs with him and then they’re walking again, the same path they took a month ago now. Kent’s hand feels perfect when he frees it and Owen grabs it to place it in its rightful place.

#kent johnson #owen power #hockey rpf #1322 #had to twist the covid rules in their first year at umich a little #and we're done friends #eight prompts in six weeks #that was fun i need a new list #prompt fill #also thanks to everyone who reblogs/likes/comments those it's super appreciated

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nateslehky · 1 year

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hi hello!! could i request prompt number 4 with nate & cale or whoever you’d prefer! i love anything you write so no pressure!

things we're learning about me: i am incapable of writing drabbles.

you can find the full one shot here.

thanks for sending the prompt, bre! sorry it took so long to get to. i hope you enjoy :)

#my writing #my fics #also sorry i reblogged a whole new prompt list then immediately went and wrote for a different older prompt list lol #thanks for everyone who has sent in stuff for the other one!!#lots of fun ideas and stuff <3 #answered #men's hockey rpf #hockey rpf #natecale #829 #hrpf #i'll make a full fic post later im tired

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boeswhore · 2 years

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𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 (𝟏𝟎𝟎-𝟏𝟓𝟎)

prompt list 001-060

prompt list 060-100

hey my loves! these are some prompts you can choose from that i’m willing to write! obviously, if you have any of your own requests send them my way!

100: “can you just be my friend, and not the guy i just confessed my love to?”

101: “you’re so full of shit. i hope you know that.”

102: “kiss me, i��m miserable.”

103: “wanna talk about it.”

104: “are you crying?”

105: “it’s okay, you know. if you need to vent.”

106: “let’s get you cleaned up.”

107: “you need to distract me. do something, anything.”

108: “i just don’t want to be alone tonight.”

109: “you can stay here, if you’d like.”

110: “please don’t go.”

111: “you’re not doing this alone.”

112: “without you, i don’t know what i’d do.”

113: “you’re really all i’ve got.”

114: “i’m not leaving you.”

115: “please, leave me alone.”

116: “i’ll sit here all night if i have to, just talk to me please.”

117: “i didn’t know where else to go.”

118: “this isn’t about me.”

119: “you’re not a burden.”

120: “here, take my hand.”

121: “you make me feel a way no one else ever can.”

122: “this is so embarrassing.”

123: “come lay here with me.”

124: “please, hold me.”

125: “stop pushing me away, i’m not leaving.”

126: “you don’t scare me.”

127: “is that a threat?”

128: “you’re blushing. i like that look on you.”

129: “annoying you is what i’m best at.”

130: “why are you looking at me like that?”

131: “i mean, everyone thinks we’re dating.”

132: “i really need you in my life.”

133: “it’s late babe, not now.”

134: “oh don’t pout your lips at me.”

135: “is that what you think of me?”

136: “do you even know what love feels like?”

137: “i’ll wait.”

138: “i can’t lose you again. not now, not ever.”

139: “you complete me.”

140: “there’s there no one else i want.”

141: “i know you changed, you don’t feel the same.”

142: “i can’t do this. not without you.”

143: “some words are hard to speak, when your thoughts are all i see.”

144: “i know your loves not real, but that’s not the way it feels.”

145: “you don’t love me, you never did.”

146: “did you feel sorry for me? is that why you asked me out?”

147: “you talk too much.”

148: “waiting for you is like trying to find rain in a drought. useless and disappointing.”

149: “you’re so strong.”

150: “i thought you could use a hug.”

#prompt list #prompt writing #nhl #nhl hockey

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leafs-lover · 1 year

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Prompt List

In a bit of a funk with writing, thought this might help. Send in a prompt or two with a player and I'll try to write it (it can also be for characters/ fics I have written). Just fyi, I'm really hoping these will help pull me from my funk and inspire me, but if not then I'm sorry basically no promises these will be written or in a timely manner

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“No, no, don’t give me that look, you know I can’t handle when you’re upset.”

“Stay quiet.”

“Shouldn’t we go somewhere…a little more quiet.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“You’re so needy.”

“Open up.”

“You take me so well.”

“Spread your legs.”

“Shut up and kiss me.”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Guess that’s why fairy tales end when they do.”

“Stop pushing everyone away.”

“It’s better this way.”

“I never thought you’d be the one to hurt me.”

“I need you to trust me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Like what you see?”

“Didn’t realize you were so sensitive.”

“You’re allowed to not be okay.”

“On your knees.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“When I get home you better be ready and waiting for me.”

“You want everyone to know what a slut you are, don’t you?”

“Oh hun, you know better than to tease me.”

“You want everyone to know what a slut you are, don’t you?”

“It would be better if you stayed away.”

“I never planned on this.”

“My boyfriend will kill us if he finds out.”

“Remember who you belong to.”

“This isn’t how it was supposed to happen.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why do you always doubt yourself?”

“That looks like it hurts.”

“You have to let me go.”

“We could be great together.”

“I wanted to marry you.”

“I wish I had an answer for you.”

“Who needs labels?”

“You need to let me go.”

“It can be our little secret.”

“You left me.”

“What’s your perfect Sunday?”

“So, this is it then?”

“You said that last time.”

“All I’ve ever wanted is for you to see me.”

“I missed that laugh.”

“I can’t lose you.” “You already did.”

“You know the rules.”

“You sure you can keep quiet darling? I don’t have anything besides my cock to gag you with, and I’m planning on using that elsewhere.”

#prompt list #hockey fic

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himbeaux-on-ice · 2 years

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new little fic? new little fic!

#this prompt list is doing wonders for me #6167 #vgk #my fics #hockey rpf for ts #hockey rpf

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laurenairay · 1 year

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#7 with Nico please 💕 thank you!

7 – “Don’t open your eyes yet!” – Nico Hischier

962 words.

I’m on such a Nico kick at the moment so thank you for choosing him for this one!

“Hey schätzli, you look amazing!”

“Thanks, Nico. Are you nearly ready to go?”

Friday was date night with your boyfriend Nico, and this evening, as always, you’d taken an uber over to his apartment ready for him to drive the two of you out to dinner. Although, for once, he didn’t even have his shoes on, and he looked a bit flustered, which concerned you a little. This wasn’t like him at all.

“Actually, I have a surprise for you. I hope you don’t mind staying in tonight for it?” he said, smiling hopefully.

Huh. Well this was a change from the past three months. Intriguing enough for you to nod and smile in return at least.

“Sure, I’m game,” you said, shrugging your coat off.

“Could you just wait here in the hallway a moment while I finish up? And close your eyes?” he asked.

You raised an eyebrow, pursing your lips in amusement but did as he asked, Nico just taking your coat from you. You listened as he hung the coat up in the closet, intrigue rising as you heard him walk away from you, further into the apartment.

“Anything else?” you mused, calling after him.

“Nothing else at the moment – just stay where you are and don’t open your eyes yet!”

You laughed, dramatically putting your hands over your eyes as you listened to the sound of your boyfriend’s running feet. He was definitely heading towards the kitchen. You would put money on it.

“Can I at least take my shoes off?” you asked.

“Only if you can do it without looking!”

You just laughed again, nodding even though you knew he couldn’t see you. Thankfully, you could toe off your heels without any trouble, and you found enough balance to nudge them to the side of the hallway, all while keeping your eyes closed as he’d requested. A few moments passed as you heard some cluttering, some light cursing, and more rushed footsteps – what was going on?

“Nico Hischier, what are you up to?” you called out.

“It’s a surprise!” he called back.

“Yeah I could’ve guessed that,” you mused.

You were tempted to peek from behind your hands at the sound of his delighted laughter but you held back the urge. He was clearly enjoying himself doing whatever it is he was doing, and that much alone made you not want to ruin it for him. If he was putting genuine time and effort into something, who were you to refuse?

Eventually though, after what could only have been 5 minutes, Nico returned to stand in front of you, laughing as he realised you still had your hands over your eyes.

“Okay, everything is ready. You can open your eyes now,” he said happily.

You smiled as you did so, lowering your hands, blinking a couple of times to adjust to the now-dim lighting.

“Hi,” you said softly.

“Hi,” Nico said, grinning.

He leant down to press a slow, soft, sweet kiss to your lips, sending a shiver down your spine as he stepped backwards with a smile. “Ready for your surprise?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded, feeling a little giddy at the prospect of whatever he had planned.

He took one of your hands in his, threading your fingers together, finally guiding you further into his apartment. And the sight you were met with in the open-plan room made you inhale sharply. His dining table was set out immaculately with tablecloth, placemats, wine glasses, even a centrepiece. There were candles everywhere, filling the room with the most romantic light, and there was a beautiful bouquet of red roses in a vase on the kitchen island, adding to the ambience. The whole setting was pure romance and sweetness and so Nico, and it was overwhelming in the best way. He did all of this for you?

“I just need to get the food out the oven and pour the wine,” Nico said, squeezing your hand before releasing it.

“Nico, I…wow. This looks amazing,” you said softly, eyes wide in awe, “What brought this on?”

“Well, I know how I always suggest that we go out to fancy dinners and they’re great…but I know that you love chilled nights in too. So I thought I’d combine the two – a fancy dinner at home! I got the recipe from Jonas and he swears by it, so I really hope you like it, even though it’s my first attempt cooking it.”

The happiness in his face made your heart beat just that little bit faster, and the sheer thoughtfulness of his actions made butterflies swirl in your stomach. No-one had ever put in the effort for you like this before, listening as well as genuinely paying attention, so for him to do something like this off his own back? Without being prompted? And he’d cooked it all from scratch himself? Well, it just reminded you exactly how lucky you were to be dating this amazing guy.

“I don’t deserve you,” you murmured, eyes still taking everything in.

“Oh liebes no, you deserve the world,” Nico said seriously.

You laughed softly in disbelief, smiling up at him with tears pricking your eyes as he stepped forward to take both of your hands in his.

“Is it all too much? Did I go overboard?” he asked hesitantly.

“No, no not at all. It’s all perfect,” you insisted, “I’m just not used to someone caring like this.”

The hesitance in his body melted away, the sweetest smile spreading across his lips. “Well I do. Care, that is. And I’m going to show you that as often and as much as I can, if you’ll let me.”

You laughed again, sniffing away the tears, smiling back up at him.

“I think I can manage that.”

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