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Bout Time | Steven Holtz & Jacob Truscott

summary: how far can your brothers requests go if he isn't around?

pairing: Steven Holtz x Lapointe!Reader x Jacob Truscott

request: yes/no

warnings: mature themes, p in v, threesome, oral (both fem and m receiving), swearing.

word count: 3.47k

authors note: I don't have a clue who's idea this was originally but let's take a moment to say thanks to @mirrorballmcgroarty for bringing this one to us! and for letting me try a few different things with it...

The house was buzzing as the team came back from an away win.

The seniors wanted to celebrate and that’s how you landed on the couch “do you think she knows what she’s doing to us?” Steven crossed his arms as he watched you laugh at something Thomas had said.

Of course the boys were happy to see their old teammate return to the school as the Sharks were playing Detroit the next day. But what they didn’t want to see was how close you were to your ex fuckbuddy “wouldn’t put it past her.” Jacob grumbled knowing exactly what game you played with them.

Since sophomore year you got a kick out of flirting with the boys, but one detail that was missed was that you flirted with Steven first. Your brother Phil remained none the wiser as you would be in the same room of a party laughing at whatever happened when his own roommates would have thoughts about you. Ones so naughty that they often had the boys in their rooms, with their hands fisting their cocks picturing that it was your mouth or your cunt instead. The boys watched you sit on his lap giving him a chance to finally kiss your neck as he got the chance the practically be faced with your breasts.

You were in this spaghetti strap top and shorts that were enough to make most of the guys do a double take of you “are you gonna do something?” Steven motioned to Jacob to break up whatever was forming “you think they’re gonna stop me?” Thomas grinned as he ran his fingers over your side.

The two of you had been flirting at first but when you noticed that the boys staring things quickly changed. Thomas couldn’t deny that he was still attracted to you, so when you said you wanted to push their buttons he couldn’t say no.

So as he ran his fingers through your hair the two of you were reminded about all that once happened “you two are not fucking on the couch.” Jacobs whine made you smirk “don’t see you coming to anyone else to stop ‘em.” You could see at least five couples around you both looking like they were close to leaving, including Phil and Khiana.

Thomas squeezed his hand around your waist as he looked at his phone to see the time “she needs to take me back to the hotel anyways.” He announced making all three of the still Umich students heads snap in his direction “you need one of us to come with you?” Your amusement quickly turned to irritation as you glared at the duo.

Sure you wanted to tease them, even rile them up a little. But getting cockblocked was not on the list of options you were willing to have “I am pretty sure I can drive my car alone.” You pointed out as you only had one drink when you got there before you switched to water.

The boys watched you leave almost three hours ago, and now with the duo being left alone in the house to clean after Phil went to the hotel with Khiana. The boys thought the worst as you hadn’t shown up like you normally did “party is over kid!” Steven called out hearing the front door open.

Your laughter was followed by it “came to help clean up.” You were always there as an extra set of hands when the party was over. Neither boy liked waking up to a messy house hence why they stayed up the night before “you have a good night?” Steven smiled watching you tug your hair back into a messy updo.

His comment made you raise your eyebrows “yeah it was good to see Tom again.” You nodded tugging at the necklace on your collarbones “but you will be happy to know that I stayed a holy child tonight.” Your comment now made them both feel surprised.

They looked at each other trying to process what was going on “but you were gone for so long.” Jacob pointed out as he crossed his arms wondering if this was really the stuff they were meant to be asking you about.

But when laughter left your lips both boys watched you in confusion “not every guy only lasts five minutes boys.” You pointed out making them both turn red “thought even you two would know that.” You added with a smirk as they grew irritated.

Both of them were lost for words as they looked at each other “we know how to be in bed.” Steven coughed the words out as Jacob sent him a glare “it’s okay to not be that experienced boys.” You teased patting Jacob on the chest as you winked at the older boy.

Before they got the chance to respond they watched you turn to the kitchen, bringing a load of empty beer bottles with you “she is going to get us killed.” Steven pointed out with a sigh “what he doesn’t know won’t kill him.” Jacob pointed out as there was an entire rule Phil created for the team leaving you off limits. But as he was shit out of luck expecting it to be kept up with him thirty minutes away and at a hotel for the night.

They were able to behave for now getting most of the cleaning done even “did you really care if I slept with him?” You always had a soft spot for the captain as you sat on the counter “who you sleep with shouldn’t be my issue.” Jacob sighed as he dropped the towel that he had in his hands.

You let out a huff almost frustrated that you were serving yourself up to him on a silver platter, after pushing as many buttons as you could “even if it was you?” Finally his head snapped to turn to you “you better not fuck with me.” Jacob found himself between your legs as you turned your head up to his.

It felt like the air around you both grew warm “dead serious.” You nodded finally watching him cup your cheeks.

His hands were rough against your skin, almost not caring that Steven only throwing the trash away. Jacob dropped his head finally letting years of want and desire get what they had been waiting for since freshman year. The kiss had your lips feeling like they were on fire, moulded together in the same way a final piece of a puzzle fits in.

A moan left your lips as you let your hands scratch up the inside of his chest running over his muscles “am I walking in on something?” Steven let the question slip from his lips causing your head to turn in his direction.

The boys both looked at each other almost ignoring you “not if you wanna join.” You announced standing up as your body pressed against the captains.

They swore that you were going to be the death of them as they looked back at you. Steven walked closer as he watched the younger boy squeeze at your waist “that what you want?” Jacob’s rough voice made you squirm.

Your legs pressed together in an attempt to suppress the heat you felt causing an inaudible noise to leave your lips as you nodded “unless you say it we won’t do it.” Steven sighed as he kissed your shoulder “I need you both.” You gasped pushing the words out of your mouth.

Their silence made you want to cry “want you to fuck me please.” Your whine was enough to make their cocks grow hard “look at you so well mannered.” Jacob raked his fingers through her hair as you whimpered.

You couldn’t help nod, desperately wanting either of them to make a move “why don’t you go sit on my bed in nothing.” Jacob kissed your neck as you nodded.

Both boys felt their patience being tested as they watched you saunter upstairs “why aren’t we going?” Steven grumbled wanting to hit his teammate for letting you go “because we need to see if she knows how to listen or if she’s gonna be a brat.” The captain smirked as if he had planned this all out already.

You looked at your body in the reflection of his mirror “told you she couldn’t follow a simple instruction.” Jacob clicked his tongue as he shook his head “thought so much better of her.” Steven sighed watching you turn around to face them in nothing more than your bra and panties.

You walked back to them with a soft smile on your lips “wanted to give you boys something to take off.” You explained reaching back to unclip your bra “aren’t you huff so considerate.” Jacob scoffed tugging at the straps pulling your bra down to the ground as your breasts bounced.

Their eyes were drawn to the grin on your lips “who do you want first?” Steven’s words reminded you both that he was there “want your mouth.” Since you heard a rumour about the older boy being a great bottom you let your mind run wild with fantasies.

Jacob couldn’t help but feel jealous as he watched you kiss Steven. After all the older boy was the one who you flirted with first and even if Jacob got the chance to kiss you first, the feelings you seemed to hold for the other boy stayed stronger.

It was like this hotted blackout where before you knew it your thighs pressed against Steven’s head. And Jacobs lips were against your breasts “fuck me.” You gasped feeling the captain nip at your sensitive peaks.

The sensation made you sit on Steven’s face finally giving the boy what he wanted as his tongue licked up your slit. The feeling made you moan causing Jacob to look up at you, letting his lips pop from your nipple as saliva trailed from his lips “you make such pretty noises.” Jacob let out a soft laugh as he kissed your lips.

You were feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure you felt almost forgetting how to breathe, as your hand ran down Jacob’s chest you cupped his aching boner. Moaning when Stevens nose grazed your clit “you gonna let me see just what these pretty lips can do?” His rough voice made you whimper as your mouth salivated, watching your fingers painfully fiddle with his shorts.

Jacob was close to throwing a few warnings your way when you tugged at his shorts pulling them down with his boxers. His cock hit his pelvis bone and your eyes would have popped out of your head if you were a cartoon character “you can touch it pretty girl.” He cooed making you place your hands on his thighs to help steady you.

The effort you had to use to on his swollen mushroom head was practically cruel “I am gonna shove it down your throat if you don’t fuck these licks.” He grunted having enough of your teasing spreading the precum from his cock around the head “so strict.” Steven took the action to slap your ass making you writhe against him.

It was quick but you realized that they were very much going to be on the same team, maybe even against you. So you listened wrapping your lips around his cock running your tongue along the base of it.

Jacob let out a grunt as Stevens hand squeezed at your thigh as you moaned “This mouth is fucking heaven.” The hockey player tugged his fingers through your hair forcing you to take more of him as your throat constrict around his cock.

Steven continued to lap at your clit making you moan around the captain “so is this pussy.” Steven spoke up as you squealed.

You clenched around his tongue driving your hips against his face wanting to get yourself off. The room felt sweaty as you looked up at Jacob through your batted eyelashes “hi pretty.” Jacob smirked feeling the edges of your lips curve upright.

He watched you drop his cock from your mouth “I am gonna cum holy fuck.” You announced tugging your freehand through Steven’s hair “hold it until you’ve got me in your mouth.” Jacob’s demand wasn’t something that you were going to argue with it.

Not when you’re chasing such a high that was needy and full of desperation “who woulda thought that the easiest way to get you all quiet would be to shove a dick in your mouth?” His vulgar words made you moan as tears formed in your ears feeling Steven speed up beneath you.

So you tilted your head upwards making sure you were able to take more of his cock “fucking there we go now.” He grunted beginning to fuck your throat as he felt his thrusts grow scattered “fuck!” Jacob gripped at your hair as he forced you to stop letting your nose hit his lower abdomen.

The boy watched in awe as you practically sucked his cock like a straw letting his release shoot a sticky string of cum against your throat. Your orgasm wasn’t far behind as the Jacob changed his attention to teasing your nipples “let go.” Your moans were muffled with the boys release still in your mouth after you saw the way he smirked seeing the sight.

Your body shook as his hands, making sure to hold on tight enough that the vibrations that sent through you weren’t going to be enough to make you fall off of Steven. Your thighs dug into the mattress as your eyes stayed on the captain who watched his cum drip out of your mouth and down your chin “please jesus.” You whimpered feeling like you saw stars as his thumb caught your chin bringing his release back into your mouth.

Your lips swirled around his tongue making it easier for you to remain composed as Steven lapped at your cunt like you were his last meal “swallow f’me.” Jacob ordered feeling himself grow hard again as you obliged.

The salty liquid slid down your throat with ease as Steven tapped your thigh when you came down from your high “think you can give us one more?” His voice was soft as you pulled off of him.

You nodded watching Steven sit up straight “of course our little slut is.” Jacob smirked watching you bring your hands up to cover your breasts “no baby let us see you.” The older boy clicked his tongue as his hands wrapped around your wrists.

He smiled as he took in the sight of you. They swore it was heavenly watching you bite at your lower lip “you look so painful.” You mumbled staring at his cock at sat under his shorts “and feeing so naked to you both.” Your whine reminded them both that they were still in their clothes besides for the fact that Jacob had his boxers half way down his thighs.

The boys watched you in awe “all you have to do is say the word.” Steven reminded you as he pulled his shirt off of his shoulders “want you to fuck me so bad.” You whined still wanting so much more.

It made Jacob nod “so who gets that privilege?” He cocked his head as your eyes didn’t leave his.

Your hand shook as you lifted it up to point to him making him smile. Sure it hurt Steven but as you crawl over to his side and kissed him he couldn’t remember his negative feelings for you.

The taste of your lips was sweet on his tongue “such a pretty girl.” He mumbled with your cheeks in his hands.

The mattress dipped behind you as Jacob sat down letting his hands grip at your hips. As his cock swiped over your slit you tilted your hips back to his “still such a needy little slut after all that.” Jacobs laugh taunted you as he slid his cock into your core.

Steven held you up as he pulled away to watch your face contort adjusting to the captains size “move Jacob please.” You whimpered feeling your walls hug his throbbing cock.

He gratefully obliged letting his hips begin to roll as he pulled out to the point where only his tip was felt by your cunt. Before he sunk back into you allowing your hips to be met by his as he bottomed you out.

You were still sensitive from your orgasm mere minutes ago, making you whimper “you think you can handle a bit more?” Steven’s voice was soft as he ran his fingers over your lower lip. Like he hadn’t pictured it wrapped around his cock a hundred times over.

When you didn’t say anything still trying to get used to the sheer force that the boys hips snapped into yours at as the tight feeling of your core made him hard all over again “answer us when we talk to you baby.” Jacob warned tugging at your hair in annoyance as it made you squeal.

Your eyes connected back with the older boys as you nodded “yeah.” Your word was shaky since most of your energy was forced into your legs to keep you upright.

Steven nodded tugging at his shorts letting his own cock come out. Now Jacob might have been longer but the boy in front of you was thicker “can help you through it.” He mumbled giving your lips one last kiss.

It was easier to keep yourself from collapsing onto the bed as Jacob dug his fingers into the meat of your hips. Part of you wanted to tease Steven in the ways that you did with Jacob but that wasn’t possible as the new angle that Jacob for you at. Had you feeling him in your throat making you moan, which Steven naturally took as his cue to slot his cock between your lips.

The boys quickly settled into a rhythm that had you feeling hotter than ever. Used at both sides for these selfish boys who only wanted to make themselves feel good in that moment “fucking hell.” Steven let out a grunt as he ran his fingers through your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

The walls soaked up the sounds of skin slapping and soft grunts that spewed from the boys lips as they wanted to corrupt you for any future partners, even if they came from your past. Memories would be engraved in their minds of not only how you felt or tasted. But truthfully of how they felt so at ease with you, even if it was just between your legs.

This night had fulfilled all fantasies you might have once had with them working in constant opposite unison. As Jacob pulled back Steven would force you to take more of his cock.

And they could tell that you were close by the way that you quickly began a whimpering mess as the older boy painted your chest with his release, opting to make you instead like his own personal toy.

He watched you whimper “go on baby milk his cock.” Steven’s voice was barely a whisper but you didn’t need to be offered it twice as your hand went to your clit.

Your head hit his shoulder as you cried “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted letting your body writhe against them both.

It was your orgasm as your eyes screwed shut that triggered the captains, leaving the walls of your cunt painted from his release “there we go.” He grunted slowly thrusting into you twice more before he pulled out. Letting his release mix with yours as it oozed down the inside of your thigh before you were let to rest your head on his bedsheet as they shifted to your sides instead.

They watched in awe as your chest heaved until you came down from your orgasm “you still with us pretty girl?” Steven smiled as you nodded “bath.” You blurted out making both of them laugh. But still even in that fucked out state that you were in, neither one was ready to say no.

Phil came home the next morning blissfully unaware of the fact that you were still fast asleep in the arms of his best friend and captain. Both boys ready planning what they wanted to do next leaving you with some surprises along the way. So here’s to the best graduation send off of all time, with hockey, sun, and sex.

#jacob truscott smut #jacob truscott imagines #steven holtz imagines #steven holtz smut #hockey imagines #imagines #oneshots #hockey imagine #hockey smut #umich hockey #umich smut #amber writes fics

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wdwbabes · 2 years

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Making out with eddy but you guys get caught?

tw: a little bit of swearing and very little sexual content

"eddy" you say in between kisses, "eddy!"

ethan reluctantly pulls away with a frown, "what babe" he groans

"we can't just make out on the couch in the house you share with 4 of your teammates" you express your worry with a big grin on your face.

you are sitting in the sophomore hockey house where your boyfriend lives with his teammates mark, dylan, mackie, and luke. currently on your boyfriend's lap, straddling him as he stares you down, mad that you interrupted the makeout session.

"no one will come in, they all have class" ethan says, pulling your head back down to give you more kisses.

you fall back into the rhythm of kissing eddy, which are some of the best kisses you've ever had. you pull away again, and hold ethan's face in your hands, "you're sure they all have class?" you try to confirm but then he just pushes his head through your hands and to your neck, kissing and biting you.

your neck instinctively falls back as he moves his way up your neck. he stops by your ear, his lips brushing over your ear giving you the shivers. he whispers in your ear, "stop worrying baby, i promise they are gone,"

the minute his mouth stops moving, you grab him by the face and kiss him, hard. you feel ethan's tongue in your mouth and you melt. he is taking your mouth and making it his own.

the kiss gets deep, and you pull away for a second to breathe and stare into the eyes of your hot boyfriend. you both are panting, staring into each other's eyes. you look down at his shirt and tug on the bottom of it, indicating you want it to come off. he got the hint and took it off in a matter of seconds.

"fuck, you're so hot" you whisper, staring at his abs and the tiny bit of v line you can see from where you are sitting on his lap.

he smiles at you, knowing you love seeing him shirtless (naked too but we aren't there yet). ethan wraps his arms around your back, pulling you down onto his lap harder and closer. "woah" you say, shocked by the sudden movement as a smile makes its way across your face.

you lean down and kiss his lips again. then you feel his hands running up your body, first from your hips, then to your stomach, and then you feel a slight tug at your shirt. you know exactly what that means. you mischievously pull away from the kiss with a smile on your face, slowly pulling your own shirt off.

ethan stares. he is so in love with you. his hands grip your waist and pull you back down for a heated kiss.

this was lust. you feel it in the kiss. but you also feel ethan grinding up into you, wanting more than you are currently giving.

"you're so needy today," you say with a smirk, teasing the heck out of him.

"i need you," he murmurs, pulling you back in for more kisses.

you kiss and grind on each other for what felt like hours but was only the span of 5 minutes. you are so engrossed in each other you barely hear the door handle jiggle and open to mackie and dylan chatting.

mackie and dylan see you guys going at it on the couch and just look at each other. to be fair, they should not be home right now but what else were they meant to do when their class gets canceled.

dylan whistles, long and hard, "get it eddy," he teases. they both start clapping really loud and cheering their friend on.

you two instantly pull away and you cover yourself up, so embarrassed that you got caught. eddy covers you, and looks at the guys. "what the hell are you doing home?" eddy asks, obviously angered by their presence.

"class was canceled," mackie shrugs, walking to the kitchen.

"you could have told me" eddy says, upset that they did not even consider giving him a heads up.

"how we were supposed to know a fuck fest was planned today in our living room?" dylan says, continuing his teasing.

ethan looks like he is about to slap him, "just go away" he says, prompting dylan to also go to the kitchen. ethan now turns around and looks at you. you are covering yourself with a pillow from the couch. "are you okay?" he asks, very worried about you with an apologetic look on his face.

"yeah i'm fine. it could have been worse," you smile, knowing that if they didn't come in right now it definitely would have been a fuck fest in the living room.

"they are such cock blocks oh my god," eddy groans, falling back onto the couch.

"well, at least we know better for next time. this stays behind closed doors," you point between yourself and eddy.

ethan looks at you with a raised eyebrow, "oh yeah?" he says suggestively

"mhm" you say with a smile.

ethan picks you up and throws you over his shoulder as he runs up the stairs to his room. you laugh at him and just enjoy the ride.

"wear a condom!" you hear dylan yell from the kitchen and you both just laugh.

#ethan edwards fic #ethan edwards #ethan edwards blurb #ethan edwards x reader #ethan edwards imagine #jacob truscott #umich hockey #umich imagine #umich blurbs #mackie samoskevich #nolan moyle #dylan duke #mark estapa #luke hughes

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brenbrisson · 1 month

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Who I Write For / Masterlist

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Trevor Zegras Instagram Au

Mason McTavish

Boston Bruins

Jeremy Swayman

Fighting - Jeremy Swayman

Chicago Blackhawks

Connor Bedard

Colton Dach

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Scared - Cale Makar

Columbus Blue Jackets

Cole Sillinger

Meeting Your Family - Cole Sillinger

Adam Fantilli

Edmonton Oilers

Leon Draisaitl

I Got You - Leon Draisaitl

Florida Panthers

Mackie Samoskevich

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

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Luke Hughes

Lake House Luke Hughes

Luke Hughes Instagram Au

Concussion - Luke Hughes

High School Sweethearts - Luke Hughes

Jack Hughes

Philadelphia Flyers

Jamie Drysdale

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

Winnipeg Jets

Brad Lambert

UMICH

Nick Moldenhauer

Jacob Truscott

Dylan Duke

Seamus Casey

Luca Fantilli

Ethan Edwards

Mark Estapa

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three-headed-monster · 7 months

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and then there were three...

#i want none of you who didn't notice phil before this coming to me UNLESS it is to ask about his lore #he has so much of it #him and trusc are big softies for each other #anyways #their narrative persists #one day there will be a fic #one day she says #umich hockey #jacob truscott #phil lapointe #steve holtz

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blueskrugs · 1 year

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Kiss Him Goodbye at the Door | Nick Blankenburg

this fic is for me and demi @wyattjohnston specifically but y’all can read it, too

I’m obsessed with blanks these days, and I’m not mad about it. have fun.

length: 4.2k words

It starts like this:

It’s posted everywhere: Twitter, Instagram, on the doors of Yost. A few fliers even appear on the bulletin boards in the dorms. Your roommate tears one down and leaves it on your pillow, because screenshotting the Instagram story and texting it to you wasn’t enough to tease you about your little crush on the new captain.

It’s a raffle of some kind, you’re pretty sure. You crumpled up the flier left on your bed without really looking at it, and you’d texted Samantha back the middle finger emoji instead of reading the screenshot. Something, something, self-preservation.

You know the hockey players tangentially, in the way that they all move in packs of backwards snapbacks and seem to make hockey their entire personality. You see them around campus, you see them on TikTok, and you go to games when you can. You try to avoid them as much as you can for your own sanity, honestly.

It’s getting harder to avoid them when Blankenburg’s smiling face seems to be following you around campus.

You hear Jacob Truscott talking about the date raffle in one of your classes a week or two after it’s announced, early in the fall semester. You’re the same major as Jacob, and you seem to share at least one class a semester with him. You’re pretty sure he doesn’t know you exist.

“Blanks is so mad about it,” he’s saying to whoever is nearby and will listen. “Apparently no one asked him about it beforehand, but he can’t back out now.”

You know Blanks even less than you know Truscott, which is to say not at all. You don’t turn around to ask Truscott any questions about it.

You come home from classes that afternoon to a stack of raffle tickets on your desk.

“Sam, I’m going to kill you,” you yell, even though your roommate is sitting at her own desk five feet away from you. You leaf through the little pieces of paper; there’s six of them, which had to have cost like $30. You’re not paying Samantha back if she asks.

“They’re all in your name,” she says, not looking up from her notes. You throw a pen at her head.

You never should have told her you thought Blankenburg was cute.

Three days later, the team Instagram posts the winner of the raffle. You tell yourself you’re not going to check. You last less than an hour before you open up the app to check. There, in big letters on a cute graphic is your name, followed by the winning raffle number that is apparently on one of your tickets. You carefully sift through them to find the right one and take a picture of it to send back as confirmation.

You get a “Congrats!” DM back minutes later. There’s a follow-up message about how someone will reach out to you in a few days with more information. You double tap the message and toss your phone to the foot of the bed, suddenly uncomfortable with the whole thing.

It had been kind of funny while it was all theoretical, but now it’s startlingly real. All you can think about is Truscott laughing while he talks about how much Blankenburg didn’t even want to give away the stupid date. You wonder if it’s too late for you to back out, ask them to draw someone else’s raffle ticket. Make it all someone else’s problem.

When you dig your phone out of your blankets later, you have another notification from Instagram: nblanks98 has requested to follow you.

You don’t even follow Nick yourself. You accept the follow request and quickly hit the follow back button, too. You put your phone back down before you start waiting for a DM that will probably never come.

You’re in class the next Monday when someone taps on your chair from behind you.

“Hey,” a voice says, tapping on your chair again with a pen. Truscott. You turn around and raise an eyebrow at him. “You’re the girl who won the date with Blanks, aren’t you?”

Truscott isn’t quiet, and you know there’s a few other people around you listening in. You can feel yourself blushing.

“Yeah, I guess,” you say.

Truscott grins at you. It doesn’t feel very kind. “I knew I recognized you! Blanks is pretty excited about it, he was showing everyone your Instagram.”

You remember again what Truscott said about Blankenburg and the raffle. The team had played at Yost over the weekend, but you’d avoided the games. You imagine Nick showing everyone your Instagram afterwards, the things they might have said about you. You blush harder.

Truscott barrels on, seemingly not noticing. “I’m Jacob, by the way.”

You don’t bother introducing yourself, since apparently Jacob knows exactly who you are already. “My roommate bought me the ticket,” you blurt. “She thought it would be funny.”

To his credit, Jacob’s grin doesn’t falter. “Well, I’m sure you’ll have a great time. Nick’s a really good guy.”

You’re saved from having to say anything else by your professor starting class. You turn back around.

You escape the room as quickly as you can when class ends, desperate to not be cornered by Jacob again. You know he’s going to tell Nick what you said. Maybe he’ll end up canceling on you, after all, save you both the embarrassment.

You don’t get quite so lucky. You get another DM later that afternoon from the team account, asking if you’re free that Thursday evening. You can’t come up with a good excuse, which is how you end up agreeing to a date at 6:30 in three days. Fuck, you don’t even know what you’re supposed to wear.

Thursday comes too quickly. Your plans with Nick are casual, and you’re nervously standing outside of Cottage Inn in jeans and a sweater when Nick appears, looking just as nervous as you. He looks as if he’s not sure if he should shake your hand or hug you; he settles for pulling the door open and gesturing for you to go first.

It’s not until you’re seated across from him that you realize that neither of you have actually spoken.

“Hi,” you say, “by the way.” Your laugh sounds awkward to your own ears, and you cringe at yourself.

On the other side of the table, Nick’s shoulders are stiff, even if he forces a smile in your direction. You can’t help but notice how cute he is still, even though you wish you couldn’t. You’ve both ordered sodas, but you’re aware of the fact that Nick’s a couple of years older than you. You feel young, small. You pull the sleeves of your sweater over your hands.

Nick peers at the menu in front of him. “You do like pizza, right?” he asks, suddenly worried.

You laugh again, and it sounds more natural this time. Nick’s shoulders relax the tiniest bit. “Yes, I like pizza,” you say, “I wouldn’t have agreed to come here if I didn’t.”

Somehow, the words are a mistake. Nick’s glances up at you, tense again.

“Wouldn’t want you agreeing to anything you don’t want to do.”

“Is this about what I said to Truscott?” you ask. You should never have said that. Nick hesitates, then nods. “After I heard him saying that you never wanted to go on this stupid date in the first place?” It’s not an exact quote, but it’s close enough.

Nick’s eyebrows furrow. “Did he say that?” It’s your turn to nod. “He shouldn’t have said that.”

“Was it a lie, though?” you challenge.

Nick looks sheepish. He scrubs a hand over his eyes. “Maybe, no, I don’t know.”

“My friend only bought me so many raffle tickets because she knew I had a crush on you,” you admit. “And then Jacob said you’d been passing around my Instagram, and I was just worried about what you’d been saying about me.”

“Oh,” Nick says. “Wait, you have a crush on me?”

You take a drink of your soda to avoid answering. Nick is looking expectantly at you when you set your cup back down. There’s a small smile on his face, the first real one you’ve seen out of him. “Forget I said that.”

Your waitress suddenly reappears, asking if you’re ready to order. Why couldn’t she have come back five minutes ago to save you from embarrassing yourself?

“Oh, uh—“ Nick looks up at you, then down at his menu, then back at you. “Can we have some more time?” he directs at the waitress. He beams at her as she walks away, then turns that smile on you. To you, he says, “Can you pretend you like me long enough to eat?” He nudges his foot against yours underneath the table, leaves his ankle pressed against your own. It’s a joke, and it eases some of your nerves.

You stick your tongue out at him. It takes longer than it should to agree on a pizza—“No mushrooms, God”— but you end up ordering a pizza and cheese bread. Conversation is easier after the menus are cleared away, and you can stop bickering.

Nick seems disarmed, and he asks questions about your classes, seems genuinely interested in the answers. It’s easy for you to talk about the things you’re studying, and you almost forget the awkward start to the evening. Almost. Nick never gave you a real answer when you asked if he’d been lying when he’d been complaining to his teammates about this date.

You let it slide—for now. You’re desperate for this date to be at least mostly-bearable, and you don’t think you could stand going back to the uncomfortable tension from before. You ask Nick about his classes—International Studies sounds terribly boring to you, personally—and the hockey team this year, and you watch as Nick absolutely lights up as he talks about them. You’re not sure how anyone could enjoy language classes as much as Nick seemed to have enjoyed taking Swahili, but there’s also a reason why you’re in the School of Kinesiology.

The pizza is eaten before you know it, and you’re busy laughing at a story Nick’s telling about some of the freshmen at practice from the week before. The restaurant has cleared out and filled up again around you, the early crowd you’d arrived with come and gone. You feel a little weird letting Nick pay the bill, but he doesn’t give you a chance to argue.

Nick checks the time on his phone. It’s not too late, still; you’d made tentative plans to do something else after dinner, but never got much further than that. You’re still not sure how much time Nick actually wants to spend with you.

“So,” he starts. Here it comes. “How do you feel about bowling?”

“Huh?” you blurt. You finally process what Nick said. “Oh, God, no. I’m terrible at bowling.” You dropped a bowling ball on your foot at your cousin’s birthday party once when you were, like, five, and you’ve been anti-bowling ever since.

Nick’s laughing at you across the table. You kick him, and he just laughs harder. “Okay, no to bowling.” Nick slides out of his side of the booth and holds a hand out for you.

You stare at it for a second before carefully placing your hand in his and letting him pull you to your feet. Nick drops your hand as soon as you’re standing next to him. You try not to miss it.

“Okay, how do you feel about arcades?” Nick asks next, leading you out of the restaurant.

“There’s an arcade in Ann Arbor?” you ask. Nick shoots you an amused look over his shoulder. “I mean, sure.”

After another brief argument over the best way to get to your next destination, you and Nick end up cutting across campus to get to the arcade. Pinball Pete’s, Nick had called it. Nick walks close enough to you that he bumps into you sometimes. You bump him back.

It’s chilly now that the sun has gone down, the beginnings of fall in the air. You shiver in spite of yourself. You feel Nick looking sidelong at you for a moment, before he’s hooking his arm through your crossed arms and reeling you in close. You shiver again, but you’re not sure it’s because you’re cold, anymore. Nick’s warm pressed along your side, and the rest of the walk to the arcade passes in a blur.

Nick leads you inside Pinball Pete’s with ease. It’s dim inside, lit with lots of neon and dad rock playing faintly overhead. Nick bobs his head to the music as he walks in front of you. It’s not very crowded—it is a random Thursday night, after all—but you and Nick are far from the only ones inside. Nick stops abruptly, and you, distracted by watching people flit between games around you, nearly walk into his back.

Nick turns, startles a little at seeing you standing so close. He blinks, but barrels on.

“Where do you wanna start?” he asks.

You’re a little overwhelmed, actually. You eye the air hockey tables behind Nick. “How good are you at air hockey?” you ask.

Nick grins at you. “Only one way to find out, eh?” he asks.

You both step over to a free table. You watch as Nick fiddles with the buttons, trying to figure out how to turn it on. The serious look on his face is kind of funny, brows furrowed and lit up with green and pink neon. The table whirs to life, and Nick looks up at you, catches you staring.

“What?” he asks.

You shake yourself. “Nothing.” Nick flips the plastic puck onto the table. “You’ve been here a lot?” you ask. You whack the puck back towards Nick.

Nick doesn’t answer at first, concentrating on rallying, but he shrugs. “I come here with the guys sometimes instead of studying.” You score, and Nick gives you a dirty look. He points his mallet at you accusingly. “Quit trying to distract me.”

“I wasn’t!” you protest, but Nick’s throwing the puck back onto the table and you have to focus again.

You both lapse into a comfortable quiet, only broken up by chirps, after that, focused on the game as the goals stack up. You end up beating Nick—three times. He beats you at skeeball twice, though, so it kind of balances out. Not enough to keep you from teasing, “Aren’t you supposed to be good at hockey?” You have to dodge Nick trying to put you in a headlock for that one, both of you cracking up.

When Nick finally feels vindicated enough by his skeeball wins, you bounce around the retro games lined up along the walls. Most of them are single-player, and you and Nick take turns watching each other play.

Nick’s cute when he’s focused. He catches you staring more than once; he might be blushing in the dim light. But you catch him staring just the same in between your attempts at Pac-Man, so you’re even again. You’ve all but forgotten the stiffness in Nick’s shoulders at the start of the date. You even forget the reason why you’re on the date in the first place, until Nick opens his mouth.

“Hey,” he says, as you step away from a pinball machine. “I kinda promised the social team I’d get a picture of us tonight. Proof we both followed through, you know?”

There it is. The reminder that you both thought the other didn’t want to be on this date in the first place.

“Yeah, of course,” you say.

You help Nick set up his phone timer up in a spot with decent lighting. You stand close, carefully leaving a few inches between yourself and Nick. Nick puts his arm around you, his hand hovering above the small of your back. You smile as the flash goes off. You’re not sure if it looks as fake as it suddenly feels.

You wander a few steps away as Nick swipes through his phone, presumably sending the photo off to be posted on the team Instagram. The awkwardness is back, palpable in the few feet of space between you. You don’t want the date to end, no longer interested in getting in and out as quickly as possible, but you’re not sure you can take much more of this fakeness.

Nick steps behind you again. His chin is close to your shoulder, and you do your best not to flinch.

“So, what’s next?”

You could ask Nick to take you back to your dorm. You’ve both played your parts for the night. “Have you ever played pool?” you ask instead.

It turns out that you’re both pretty shitty at pool. It’s enough to ease the tension between you again, laughing at each other’s mistakes and playfully nudging each other out of the way with your bodies and your pool cues.

When Nick finally walks you back to your dorm, he drapes an arm over your shoulders, and you let him. It’s getting late. You attempt to hide a yawn against Nick’s shoulder as you walk. Your attempt is unsuccessful, judging by Nick’s quiet huff of laughter above you.

Nick walks you all the way to you door. He grabs you gently by the elbow before you can unlock your door. You twist in his grip to look at him. He’s standing close, his easy-going smile gone.

It’s late enough your hallway is deserted, but anyone could walk past. See you standing too close to the captain of the hockey team. You don’t step back, don’t wrench your arm free.

“Can I ask you a question?” Nick asks softly.

“Only if I can ask you one first,” you counter. Your roommate Sam is no doubt eavesdropping on the other side of the door. She’s probably been obsessively tracking your location all night. It doesn’t matter. You need an answer from Nick on this.

Nick hesitates, but he says, “Sure.” His grip on your arm tightens.

“Did you mean it? When you told your teammates that you didn’t want to go on a date with me?”

Nick winces. “I only said that before I knew it was you,” he protests.

“That doesn’t make it better,” you argue.

“I was just worried that it would be awkward and weird.” You can tell Nick’s trying very hard not to roll his eyes at you.

“It was awkward and weird,” you point out. Nick winces again. You try to cross your arms, but Nick refuses to let go of your arm. “I spent most of the night worrying that you didn’t want anything to do with me.”

Nick opens his mouth, then shuts it again. He’s quiet for a long moment. “I worried the whole night about you not liking me,” he admits.

You heave a sigh, tilting your head to the ceiling and letting it thump against your door. You squeeze your eyes shut so you don’t have to look at Nick’s face when you say your next words. “I literally told you I have a crush on you, dude.”

You feel a hand on your face, Nick’s thumb gently tilting your chin back down to look at him. “But you told Truss—“

You sigh again. “He’d just told me you’d passed around my Instagram to the team, I was thinking about all the ways you all could be calling me ugly.”

Nick’s gaze softens. “I would never let that happen,” he tells you seriously. After spending the evening with him, you think you believe him. “For what it’s worth, I thought you were pretty cute, too.” You stare at Nick in disbelief. “Can I ask my question now?”

“I think you just did,” you tease.

Nick does roll his eyes at you this time. He presses closer, boxing you in against your door. “I have another question then.” You open your mouth, probably to make another smartass comment, but Nick talks over you. “Can I kiss you?”

You shut your mouth again, taken aback. You hadn’t been expecting that. “Oh, uh—“ Nick let go of your elbow at some point. You’re still standing in the middle of your hallway. You wind your arms around Nick’s neck and say, “Go for it.”

Nick grins and leans in. You’re just starting to settle into the kiss, the feeling of Nick’s lips moving against yours, your fingers playing with the curls brushing the nape of his neck, when your roommate jerks the door open. You’re only saved by falling by Nick’s fast reflexes, his arms tight around your waist.

You turn to glare at Sam. She grins innocently at you.

“Quit making out in the hallway,” she says. “Have some dignity.”

As if you didn’t see her making out with some guy she didn’t know in the middle of a party the first week of classes.

Nick tugs you upright before letting go and stepping a respectable distance away. You huff and take his hand. He’s blushing hard, visible even in the washed-out glow of fluorescent lighting.

“Nick, this is the bitch who bought all my raffle tickets, my roommate Sam,” you tell him. “Sam, you obviously already know who Nick is.” Sam’s grin sharpens. “Don’t,” you warn, but you are ignored.

“Oh, I know who Nick is alright, you’ve only talked about how cute he is for the last two years we’ve lived together.”

Next to you, Nick lets out a startled laugh. “Good night, Samantha,” you say pointedly. Sam winks at you and disappears further into your suite. You pull the door shut again for good measure.

“Can I see you again?” Nick asks. He pulls you in again, kissing you quickly one more time.

You pretend to think about it. “You sure are asking a lot of questions tonight, Blanks,” you tease. Nick pinches you on your side, where your sweater has ridden up underneath his hands. “I guess we can make something work,” you say. Nick tries to pinch you again, but you squirm away, giggling. You pull your phone out and pass it to Nick. “You’re going to have to text me, though, no more lurking on my Instagram.”

Nick laughs, but does as he’s told. He kisses you against the door one last time before he leaves for good measure.

You’re waiting for class to start the next morning when your phone lights up with a bunch of notifications: umichhockey has tagged you in a post, nblanks98 mentioned you on their story, and a text from Sam with a picture—judging by the image preview, you’re pretty sure you know what it is.

You click on the notification for Nick’s story. He’s reposted the hockey team’s post, the photo you took at the arcade the night before. He’s added his own caption—same time next week??—followed by a string of emojis that probably only makes sense to Nick.

You click through to the post so you can like it, then swipe backwards, back to Nick’s story. You click the little heart to like it, too, before swiping up to reply to it. I think I told you no more Instagram lurking. Nick’s already texted you a bunch of times—you’d managed to stay up too late talking to him, tucked underneath your blankets—but it’s nice to be able to tease him. Nick’s still active, and you watch the three dots appear and disappear for a second before you get another emoji, this time the one winking and sticking its tongue out.

Sam’s sent you a screenshot of the Instagram post, followed by a string of smirking emojis. You ignore her, but peer closer at the photo for the first time. It turned out pretty good, actually. Your smile doesn’t even look fake.

Someone pokes you in the back. You know without turning around that it’s Truscott. You turn around anyway. Jacob had grinned at you when you walked into the classroom, and he’s grinning at you now. His phone is tilted away from you, but you’re pretty sure he has the team Instagram post open.

“Date went well, huh?” he teases.

You stick your tongue out at him. “No thanks to you and your big mouth.”

Jacob looks like he’s about to argue, then reconsiders. “Well, it worked out, didn’t it?” In the front of the room, your professor is getting ready to start class. “I’ll see you around, yeah?” Jacob asks.

You sit in front of Jacob in this class three times a week, and you’re pretty sure you share at least one other class this semester. “Yeah,” you say anyway. You know what he means.

You’ll be seeing Nick again, for sure, and you have a feeling that means you’ll be seeing the rest of the hockey team a lot, too. Your phone vibrates with a new text from Nick. You grin and tuck your phone away, finally turning around and focusing on class. You guess it did work all work out after all.

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my name is malia ! i’m 22 y/o and i use they/she pronouns

i’m a full time college student majoring in english and student-athlete

i am in my senior year of college

i’ve been watching hockey my entire life but didn’t get super into it until november 2022

i was bribed at 10 to like the devils and have never looked back, but now i also really like the ducks and canucks

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Snowed In

Jacob Truscott x Female Brindley Reader

Warning: against, Cussing, Fluff

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I’m supposed to meet my brother at his captain’s house. Everyone was supposed to go there after class to hangout since there was a snow storm starting and they all wanted to hangout. I'm friends with everyone on the team except for Jacob, for some reason he never liked me.

It’s already snowing pretty bad when I got there, so I ran for the door and knocked. A few seconds later Jacob answered

“Why are you the first one here?” He asked, annoyed, making me roll my eyes.

“My classes finished earlier and I didn't want to be stuck alone at my place in case the storm got worse. Can I come in? It’s freezing out.” I say, he opened the door wider so I could walk by him.

“Thank you” I said before taking my boots and coat off.

“Yeah, whatever” he replied making his way to the living room

I followed behind him and sat down on the couch.

“What are you watching?” I asked when he sat down on the other end of the couch.

“Hockey highlights”

We both sat there in silence waiting for the boys and his roommates to come over.

About 30 minutes later, my phone rang. I looked over and saw that Gavin texted me that the roads were really bad so none of the boys were going to be coming over, and he suggested I just stay at the seniors house since he didn’t want me to drive in the storm.

“For fuck sakes” i said sighing, Jacob looked at ne confused.

“What now?” He ask annoyed

“None of the boys are coming over, apparently the roads are really bad, and he suggested I stay here… is that going to be a problem?”

“Fuck sakes… I’m texting Phil and Steve to see if they're coming home.” He said taking out his phone and sending a text to the guys.

His phone rang right away.

“Dammit!”

“What?” I ask

“Steve’s staying with the sophomores and Phil is staying with his girlfriend, apparently Gavin was right the roads a pretty bad”

“So i’m really stuck here alone… with you” i asked annoyed

“ Yes you are, is that going to be a problem princess?” He said smirking

“Don’t call me that” i said angry

“Why not? You basically are one”

“I’m not a princess Jacob”

“You always act like you are”

“ How the hell would you even know, we never talk, you’re just always rude”

“I’m not always rude”

“You know what, I don’t care if i have to walk, i’m not staying here with you” i said angrily, i got off the couch and started making my way to the door so i could leave.

I felt Jacob grab my wrist, I turned around to look at him.

“Jacob, let me go”

“No, and you are not going anywhere, the roads are bad you’re crazy if you think i’m letting you leave in that” he said worried

“Fine… but stop being an ass” i say and he chuckles

“I promise i’ll try” he said, i nodded and we made our way back to the couch

We both went back to being quiet and watching the hockey highlights

I don’t know why he has to tease me all the time. Why does he hate me so much? I've always had a crush on him, I just wish he wouldn’t always be rude when it comes to me, and for him not to see me as Gavin’s older sister.

After a while I thought I might as well talk to him, since we are going to be stuck together for a while.

“Why do you hate me so much?” I asked him.

He looked at me surprised.

“I don’t hate you, i just deal with Gavin enough i don’t need to have to deal with you also being annoying” he said making me scoffed

“What? Jacob, maybe if you’d actually make time to get to know me instead of being rude all the time, you would know i’m nothing like my brother” i said annoyed.

“I guess you’re right, i shouldn’t have assumed”

“Yeah, you really shouldn’t have”

“Okay then, I'm sorry… how about we actually get to know each other then, since we’re going to be stuck here together for a while” he said smiling

“That would be great,” I said smiling.

Jacob and I talked. He told me what made him choose Michigan, he talked about his life back home, I did the same.

He’s pretty great when he isn’t an ass to me.

“I guess you were right. I shouldn’t have made assumptions just because of Gavin, you really are nothing like him.” he said chuckling. I smiled at him.

“Told you” i said

“When the storm is over, is there any chance you’d let me take you out on a date?” he asked nervously. I smiled shyly.

“On one condition” i said

“What’s that?” he asked, smiling.

“You don’t tell Gavin, he’ll freak out” I said. Jacob laughed.

“Agreed” He said.

“Perfect”

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