#lauren celebrates 1.5k

[laurenairay]

hi lauren! congrats on your milestone! may I request “shy kiss” with andrei svechnikov? 🥹🫶🏼

Shy Kiss – Andrei Svechnikov

Words: 606

Thank you for requesting this one for Svech, Tiff! I had a lot of fun writing it.

~

“So this is me.”

You stopped walking, pausing out of your apartment door, smiling up at the guy in front of you. This was your third date with Andrei Svechnikov, and after an amazing dinner date, he’d insisting on walking you safely home, almost making you swoon at his gentlemanly nature. The two of you had walked hand in hand, Andrei looking bashful almost as he threaded your fingers together, and as you walked, the conversation continued to flow as it had all night.

But now you were home, and the night had to end, as much as you didn’t want it to.

“I had a really good night. Thank you for letting me take you out again,” Andrei said sweetly, shifting his hold on your hand so that your fingers were twisted now that you were facing each other.

“Thank you for asking me out again. I had a really good time too,” you replied, feeling heat dance across your cheeks.

It felt like some kind of dream, or an old romantic movie, the way he acted around you and the way he treated you like you were something precious. You’d never dated anyone like this, that was for sure.

“Maybe we can do this again, yes?” he suggested.

Like you would’ve said no.

“I’d like that,” you nodded, not needing to think about it in the slightest.

His small sweet smile spread into a wide happy grin, making butterflies erupt in your stomach. How can one guy be this cute?

Then his grin turned into something a little nervous, a little hopeful, and he took both of your hands in his and squeezed gently.

“Could I, maybe uh, could I kiss you?”

Your heart felt like it skipped a beat as his shy question rushed through you, but you didn’t hesitate in nodding, the relief spreading through his face. Did he really think you were going to say no? Why would you say no?

Andrei leaned down slowly, clearly giving you chance to stop him, until his nose bumped yours and he shot upright, a frantic blush racing across his face.

“That was not…I didn’t mean…I, um…”

He trailed off, groaning in embarrassment, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. He was usually so smooth and charming – what was throwing him off now? Of all the things to be nervous about, you hadn’t thought that kissing you would be at the top of his list. But somehow it was endearing – this big strong guy who regularly threw his body around for his job was nervous about a goodnight kiss?

“Do you want to try again?” you asked, trying not to tease.

“I get a second chance?” he asked, astounded yet still hopeful.

You just nodded, trying not to seem too eager, and this time Andrei released one of your hand to cup your face, guiding himself to kiss you properly. This time, his lips lightly touched yours, and you found yourself inhaling sharply, leaning into his touch as he continued the shy embrace, keeping his kisses short and soft and sweet. Sweet, just like him. Eventually, just as your head started to spin, Andrei pulled away, eyes wide and cheeks flushed as he stood upright once more.

“Wow,” he said happily, still seemingly in a bit of a trance, making you giggle.

“Goodnight, Andrei. Call me when you get home?” you asked.

“I will. Goodnight solnyshko,” he said, smile shy all over again.

He squeezed your hand one last time before he dropped it and started walking away, leaving you to smile like a giddy schoolgirl as you opened your front door.

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[tripleaxeldiaz]

LAUREN MY FRIEND IN FLOOF CONGRATULATIONS!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️ can I have 🌟 and #zee writes?

Also I followed you because you wrote a fic that made me cry aksksksks 😘😘 love you babe! Congratulations ❤️

ZEEE I LOVE YOU AND OUR LOVE FOR EDDIE'S SUPERIOR FLOOFY HAIR 😂😂🥰🥰 and i ALSO followed you because you wrote a fic that made me cry so!! i'm glad we're even!!! and i'm glad now we can yell about eddie and buddie and the RWRB AU fic neither of us will ever write 😅😅 you're queued up bby and maybe i teared up again reading through some of your fics idk. ilyyyyyyy 😘😘

1.5k follower celebration 🥳🥳

#answered #zeethebooknerd #zee my friend in floof #1.5k party

[iwaasfairy]

Wow wow wow! Congrats on 1.5k!!!! I love your writing sm no joke ASDFGH😖

In honor of your milestone celebration, may I please request a song ficlet w/ Sakusa based on the song “is your bedroom ceiling bored” by sody & cavetown? (Also, my name is Lauren if you feel like including it 🥺👉👈)

Tysm babes and congrats again!!!!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

anD I LOVE YOU ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ ) i love this song so much, it fits sakusa very well

Your back is pressed to the headboard, kisses being pressed against your jaw and down your neck. You reach up to tangle your fingers into his hair, chest rising and falling too rapidly. “Lauren, baby,” he mumbles, grabbing your thighs to pull them down so he can fit his knees in between. Your lungs get a bit tighter at the pet name.

“My roommate will be back,” you mumble back when he glances up, dark eyes meeting yours. “Sorry.”

“Oh.” His lips drop open with the word, but he stills in his movements. “No worries.” He sits back onto his legs, before huffing out a laugh. You stare at him as he eyes you down, shirt askew and lips swollen from the kisses. “I’m sorry, you’re just…” He blinks, before dropping his shoulders. “This is nice.”

“You can stay for a bit, though.”

Kiyoomi nods, and takes your fingertips into his warm hand. “Okay.”

celebration party!!!

#honey mail #celebration party

[adriata-archive]

posting late but better late than never am i right!! thank you all so much for sticking with me through my many  ups and downs and getting me to 1.5k ♡ i appreciate every single one of you dearly and i’m so grateful that i got to know some of you in 2018! to celebrate, i will be doing blog compliments and regular + aesthetic blog rates - formats under the cut

to participate:

you must be following this tired college student

send me a ☆ for a blog compliment

and/or a ☽ for an aesthetic blog rate

and/or a ☼ for a regular blog rate

optional: reblog/like this post to ~spread the word~

thats it those are the rules lmao

blacklist ‘lauren’s 1.5k’ if so inclined

blog rate formats:

regular blog rate: icon: cute | adorable | beautiful | aesthetic af | lily evans

theme: default | nice | pretty | i wanna steal it | feyre archeron

url: not my cuppa tea | lovely | h o w | who did you kill?? | tessa gray

content: not my fandoms | sweet | im l o v e | obSESSED | annabeth chase

following: no sorry!! | i am now | yes | literally how could i not

aesthetic blog rate: season: autumn | summer | winter | spring

element: water | fire | earth | air 

time: dawn | twilight | dusk | midnight

gem: moonstone | amethyst | diamond | pearl

being: siren | vampire | faerie | valkyrie 

#blogrates #lauren's 1.5k #thank u thank u thank u!!! #also big f tumblr update ruined my post format #ripperoni

[cheesiebee]

Tag Game!

I was tagged by @chimsbf ♥ Thanks~!

1. Nicknames: bre 2. Gender: nb 3. Star sign: aquarius 4. Height: 165cm 5. Time: idk i’m pretty fond of 10:13 and have been since about 2004... lol [edit: i’m so stupid omg... i read this over like 20 times before posting it and i swear to god it said “favorite time”??? but idk right now as of this edit it’s 18:21. i still really like 10:13 though lmao] 6. Birthday: january 31st. 7. Favourite Bands: bts, foo fighters 8. Favourite solo artists: idk... i don’t really have faves i just listen to whatever/whomever i like the sound of tbh and that changes pretty frequently... 9. Song stuck in your head: serendipity :) 10. Last movie you watched: kubo and the two strings 11. Last show you watched: worst cooks in america (celebrity edition) 12. When did you create this blog: june 2011 13. When do you post: my queue runs 24/7 and i try to keep it filled lol 14. Last thing I googled: idk some world of warcraft achievement or something... i’m slogging through timeless isle stuff rn because i didn’t do it when that patch was released during mists.... and i want the mounts and the pets damn it! lol (i’m actually doing all of mists because i missed out on A LOT of rep mounts & achievements when i played through that content years ago rip) 15. Do you have any other blogs: @kuramochii is my anime blog, @bramblerose is my resource blog (photoshop stuff + codes/themes), and @seastarsandcoffee is my studyblr that i never use lol 16. Do you get any asks: let’s not talk about that... 17. Why did you choose your url: because jimin stole my heart and yoongi thinks he can take it too lmao (also minimini subunit when? tony montana minimini studio version when??????) 18. Following: 52 19. Followers: 1.5k+ 20. Favourite Colours: orange 21. Average hours of sleep: 8ish? except during promotions then it’s more like 2-4 a night lolol i’m not ready for this comeback at all...... 22. Lucky number: 3 23. Instruments: flute/piccolo, some piano, and i can play a few scales on the trombone lol 24. What am I wearing: bts wings tour tshirt & black track pants because it’s sunday and i’m laaaaaazy 25. How many blankets I sleep with: 2 26. Dream job: astrophysicist 27. Dream trip: japan and norway are at the top of my list 28. Favourite food: cheesecake lol  29. Nationality: american 30. Favourite song right now: uhh.... serendipity, i guess? lol Tagging: @kellyzipcode, @jeonggukiest, @larzard (sorry kelly i’m tagging lauren this time :P ), @minblush, @emjaylily, @karasunovolleygays, and anyone that wants to do this? [feel free to ignore this if you don’t want to do it. :) ]

#tag meme #long post #bee.txt

[laurenairay]

Could you do surprise kids with Quinn Hughes? Thanks!

Surprise Kiss – Quinn Hughes

Words: 570

I hope you don’t mind that this turned out to be a Christmas-themed blurb, anon, but I hope you like it anyway!

~

“Have we got enough tinsel?”

You looked up at the Christmas tree sitting proudly in your living room, tilting your head from side to side as you waited for your boyfriend to respond.

“You’re asking the Jewish guy what I think about your Christmas decorations?” Quinn mused, kissing your cheek as he moved to stand next to you.

“Baby that’s not helpful,” you pouted, “I’ve already set out your menorah on the mantlepiece!”

Quinn just hummed in agreement, sliding his arm around your waist as he looked around the room. As this was the first winter the two of you would be spending together since you moved in together, you’d decided on a blended decoration – all of Quinn’s family Hanukkah elements were proudly displayed right next to your large Christmas tree. It wasn’t like you’d gone overboard – not even a little bit – but you wanted your part of the decorations to feel right, just like you knew Quinn had sorted out too. The two of you had picked out a tasteful wreath for the front door, and you had watched diligently as Quinn corralled Brock to help him put up the fairy lights on the front porch, Petey joining you with hot chocolate and purposely unhelpful directions.

It was the principle of the thing, the combination of your lives together, and you wanted it to be perfect.

“I think that’s the perfect amount of tinsel. Maybe a few more of the smaller baubles though? To spread things out a little?” he suggested.

You grinned, nodding as you took in the vision. Yes, that was perfect. Quinn just laughed as you darted forward, reaching into your decorations crate for the pack of smaller baubles just like he suggested. He just stayed silent as he supported you on the step ladder, making sure you wouldn’t fall with a gentle hand on your back, quietly supportive as he always was, until you were satisfied.

“I think there’s just one more thing we need,” you announced, rustling through your crate as Quinn stood back to watch.

“Oh?” he mused, “What else would that be? Singing snowmen? Inflatable reindeer?”

You just stuck your tongue out at him before continuing your search. He knew that wasn’t the aesthetic you were going for. Aha!

“Found it,” you grinned, clutching the item in your hand as you stood back up, “and I think you’ll like this one.”

“What is it?” he asked fondly.

“Mistletoe.”

You held the fake plant sprig above your head with a hopeful smile. “Surprise?”

“Definitely surprised,” he said, huffing out a laugh, “But a good surprise.”

“You should probably kiss me now, in case we get bad luck,” you murmured, biting your lips playfully.

“Well we wouldn’t want that,” Quinn grinned.

He stepped towards you until he was close enough to wrap an arm around your waist, tugging you gently against him, and the moment that you gasped, he kissed you firmly. You couldn’t help but moan softly into his mouth, dropping the mistletoe in favour of winding your arms around his neck, Quinn just kissing you over and over again until you felt like a puddle against him.

“You’re right, I do like the mistletoe,” he murmured against your lips.

“Just kiss me,” you gasped.

#my writing #lauren celebrates 1.5k #quinn hughes blurb #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic #follower milestone

[laurenairay]

Forehead kiss with Matthew Tkachuk please? 🫶

Forehead Kiss – Matthew Tkachuk

Words: 618

I haven’t written enough soft Matthew and that is a crime. Thanks anon!

~

“Babe? Where are you?”

Taryn snickered where she was standing next to you, the two of you having volunteered to get dinner started while she ran out to the grocery store for some missing items.

“I’m in the kitchen! You know, like your mom asked before you boys made yourselves scarce!” you hollered back.

If you had learned one thing quickly in the Tkachuk household, it was how to make yourself heard. Loudly.

Taryn just grinned and nudged you with her hip, moving to put her diced carrots in the large pot on the stovetop, your boyfriend poking his head around the door in that moment.

“I really didn’t think you’d take her up on it,” Matthew winced.

“You’d want Brady to cook your dinner?” you mused.

He immediately grimaced, Taryn just laughing behind the two of you.

“Now that you’re here, Matty, you can take over chopping duty,” Taryn said in a sing-song voice.

He barely had time to protest before she shoved the empty chopping board at his chest, practically skipping out of the room with a wink in your direction.

“Little sisters are the worst,” Matthew sighed, putting the board down next to you.

He picked up the knife she’d been using and rinsed it under the tap, wiping it dry with a clean dishtowel before rejoining you. You pointed to the dish of potatoes you’d been peeling, and he picked one up without hesitation. The two of you worked in silence for a few minutes, until you finished the last of the peeling and Matthew was left with only a couple of potatoes to chop.

“I do feel really bad that you’ve been in here. You’re a guest,” Matthew said, frowning.

“You all take it in turns to help out. It feels wrong that I wouldn’t,” you said, shrugging, “Besides, if it means your mom will like me…”

“Babe, no, she already likes you. She’d liked you since the moment you handed her that bouquet of sunflowers. They’re her favourites,” Matthew said seriously.

You knew those were her favourites. Matthew had mentioned it in passing once, and you’d squirrelled away the information – somehow it looked like it had been useful to remember.

“I like your family and I want to fit in with them. That’s all,” you said simply, smiling up at him.

Matthew smiled sweetly down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before resting his forehead against yours. As butterflies kicked up in your stomach, it was almost overwhelming how much sweetness was in this moment, in this man you were lucky enough to call your own. He was so different with you that he was with anyone else in his life, and you treasured all these little moments. That gentle kiss to your forehead was just another thing that made you fall even more in love with him every day.

“You two are so adorable.”

You stepped back with a jolt, noticing Chantal standing in the doorway with a happy smile on her face, shopping bags looped over her arms.

“Let me help you with those…damn it, I have potato hands,” you groaned.

This just sent Chantal and Matthew spiralling into laughter, Chantal shaking her head to wave you away.

“You two have clearly done enough in here. You especially,” she mused to you, “Why don’t the two of you wash up and I’ll finish up in here.”

“Are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Absolutely,” she said nodding her head, “Matthew, why don’t you go and ask your brother to get off his ass, hm?”

He just grinned, relishing the order as he jogged out the room.

“…Matthew also has potato hands,” you said, grimacing slightly.

Chantal just sighed.

#my writing #lauren celebrates 1.5k #matthew tkachuk blurb #matthew tkachuk imagine #matthew tkachuk fic #follower milestone

[laurenairay]

Hello lovely! 1.5k is huge, congrats 🥳🥳♥️♥️ would you do the passionate kiss prompt with Jack Hughes please? ♥️♥️♥️ Love you Lauren!!

Passionate Kiss – Jack Hughes

Words: 950

Love you Kayla, even more so for choosing Jack for this one! I really hope you like it!

~

“Guess who’s finally coming back to the lake this weekend?”

You turned your head to face your friend, raising an eyebrow. “Who?”

She just grinned. “The Hughes boys. Bringing a few friends like usual. They’ll be here for at least two weeks, from what I hear.”

You fought to keep composure as your other friends in earshot whooped. “And where did you hear that from?”

“The cleaner they hired to give it an airing out is the same one my mom used yesterday for our guest cabin across the lake. She told me just now, because she knows that we all hang out while we’re up here at the same time.”

She wasn’t wrong about you all hanging out together. It had been a tradition as long as you’d known your friend that she would invite your friendship group up to her family lake house in the summer, drifting in and out over the various months as you pleased, and when the Hughes brothers bought their neighbouring cabin (as neighbouring as completely out of sight but the closest other people around could be) a few years ago, your friend had made a habit of inviting them over for at least a couple of cookouts and parties.

It was a highlight of the summer, that was for sure.

But not the only highlight.

“Looks like we’re having a party on Saturday night then!” you said cheerfully, earning a roar of agreement all round.

~

By the time Saturday rolled around, you were more than a little nervous. How you’d managed to keep your secret locked down for these past few summers you had no idea – hell, you didn’t even know each year if it was going to happen all over again, but you knew you’d find out one way or another tonight. You’d spent most the day going on supply runs with your friends, making sure you were stocked up for the party as well as the inevitable hangover the next day, before cleaning the cabin and setting up the expansive backyard with beer pong and a fresh firepit and coolers ready for ice. You knew by the sheer amount of alcohol you’d bought that the ‘guest list’ had expanded way beyond what you’d originally thought, but you couldn’t complain. If tonight turned out to be a non-starter then at least you’d have plenty of distractions right?

And distractions there were. 9pm rolled around to music blaring, drinks flowing, and you’d already won two out of three beer pong matches. Your gracious defeat allowed you to bow out of the running and grab a bottle of water, needing to clear your head a bit as it was barely late into the evening at all, heading down to the side of the cabin where the non-alcoholic drinks were being kept.

It wasn’t until a pair of familiar hands gripped your hips that you realised exactly who had arrived in your absence.

“Jack,” you breathed.

“Hi baby,” he murmured.

You just leaned back against him, letting his arms wrap around your waist as he pressed a few hot kisses into your neck. This was your secret – your summer fling with Jack Hughes. Ever since that first summer that the brothers had bought their summer lake house, you’d hooked up with Jack the entire time he was up here. After the first year you’d thought it was a fluke, but every year since, Jack had always approached you immediately and the two of you carried on like you’d never stopped.

To some people it might be strange, to have so little time with him. To most people, it wouldn’t be enough, knowing that he was hooking up left, right, and center when he was in New Jersey. But to you, having him as solely yours in his summer visits was enough. In these weeks, he was yours and yours alone, even if no-one else knew.

“I’ve missed you,” he sighed into your ear.

You turned in his arms, looping your own arms around his neck. “I missed you too. I’m glad you made it up here.”

“I wouldn’t miss these weeks with you for anything,” he said seriously.

These weeks with you? Not these weeks with his brothers and friends?

“I heard you’re here for two weeks?” you asked, playing with the ends of his hair.

“Yeah, two weeks. And I’m going to make them count,” he grinned.

Your breath hitched in your chest just as he leant down to take your lips in a kiss, consuming you right from the get-go. You couldn’t stop the groan that tore from your throat, kissing him back just as eagerly, threading your hands through his hair just how you knew he liked. As you tugged gently at his hair, Jack groaned himself, and backed you against the wall of the lake house, aligning your bodies perfectly as he slid his tongue past your lips. It was dizzying, to be kissed so passionately, to be desired in the way that you knew Jack desired you. How could you ever resist this? How could you ever say no to the only guy that sent you to heights like he did?

“Fuck, I need you,” Jack groaned softly as he tore himself away from your lips, resting his forehead against yours as he panted.

“Already?” you teased, more than a little breathless yourself.

“It’s all I’ve been thinking about since my season ended. You’re all I’ve been thinking about,” he admitted.

Well…that was new.

But it was something to think about when his large hands weren’t spanning your waist.

“I’ll head in the side door and you head in the back?” you suggested.

“Sounds like a plan,” Jack grinned.

#my writing #lauren celebrates 1.5k #jack hughes blurb #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #follower milestone

[laurenairay]

slamming down my girlfriend nolpats for first kiss thank YOU (congratulations btw i love u sm)

First Kiss – Nolan Patrick

Words: 1.5k

Thank you for kicking us off with nolpats, Cam! (ily too!) – I really hope you like this one!

~

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.”

You looked up from your book to see a very welcome body filling the doorway to your backyard.

“Nolan!” you squealed happily.

You quickly shoved a bookmark in to make your page before leaping to your feet, throwing your arms around your friend. Your two families had always lived on the same street, and while you were a year younger than Nolan, the two of you had grown up together as close as any of your other friends. Sure, his hockey had taken him away from the familiar neighbourhood, as had your college years, but the two of you always made time for each other in the summers.

“Nice to see you too,” Nolan mused, kissing the top of your head as you finally dropped your arms.

You just grinned, sitting back down on the bench your father had built for the back porch, inviting Nolan to join you with a sweep of your hand, which he happily did.

“When did you get home?”

“Yesterday afternoon, actually,” he admitted.

“Oh?” you said, surprised.

He huffed out a laugh. “I was going to text you straight away, but I ran into Josh and he invited me to his party last night, and I kinda thought you’d be there?”

“Since when have I ever gone to hang out with Josh or any of your friends without you?”

He tilted his head in acceptance, before he seemed to hesitate.

“Actually, about last night…”

He trailed off, looking a little awkward, making you frown.

“What? What happened?” you asked.

He winced a little before smiling, although it was more like a grimace, only confusing you more.

“It was just something that the guys said. They were chatting shit, you know what they’re like, most of them bragging about girls and stuff. And then they mentioned you.”

What?

You sure as hell had never fooled around with any of them. You hadn’t even…

“Have you really never been kissed?”

Oh those assholes. Really? That was one of the things discussed at the party last night? Brilliant. It was only the fact that his voice was full of concern, rather than taunting, that you steeled yourself to reply.

“Have you seen the greaseballs that live around here?” you said dryly.

“Hey, I’m a greaseball that lives around here,” he shot back, although the grin on his face let you know he wasn’t mad.

“True, true, but you’re a greaseball that only lives here in the summer – totally different,” you teased.

Nolan shrugged as if to say ‘fair enough’, making you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder. Nolan nudged you back, before turning to face you properly, bending his knee up between the two of you as he shifted. You waited patiently as you saw him visibly think over his words, knowing him well enough that he wouldn’t speak until he was ready.

“Does it bother you?” he finally asked.

Okay, not what you were expecting.

“Bother me?”

“That you haven’t kissed anyone,” he added, his cheeks flushing a little with his words, “That people know you haven’t.”

You huffed out a laugh, shifting to face him properly too.

“It used to? When I was at college it did for sure – on the rare occasion that I would go to a party, and I saw all these beautiful girls making out with guys at the end of the night, I used to think there was something wrong with me, that I just wasn’t pretty enough to be wanted.”

“That’s bullshit,” Nolan said sharply.

An ugly knot squeezed in your chest. “What?”

“There’s nothing wrong with you. You’re beautiful, and if those stupid college boys couldn’t see that, then that’s their loss.”

Oh.

Oh.

Your lips parted in shock, cheeks heating softly while Nolan blushed fiercely, but he didn’t take back his words. He really was that sweet, sweet boy still, wasn’t he?

“That’s sweet of you to say, Nolan. I got over it eventually? Only a handful of friends there knew and they never brought it up, so no-one ever made a big deal of it? By the time senior year came around I was too busy with classes and assignments anyway, and the novelty of it all wore off. When I graduated two years ago, I came straight back home for work and you already know my opinion of the boys round here.”

You rolled your eyes with your last words, making Nolan laugh, which only settled you even further.

“I guess…I guess I’ve gotten to the point where I don’t know what I’m missing out on, so it’s not really something I think about?” you shrugged.

“I still can’t believe that no guy has swept you off your feet,” Nolan said, frowning, “beauty, brains, and you’re actually a nice person? I don’t get it.”

“Believe it,” you mused, “But I accept your compliments all the same.”

Nolan chewed his bottom lip for a moment, seeming to think heavily again, before he caught your eyes with an expression you couldn’t read.

“Can I kiss you?”

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heartbeat racing. What?

“I don’t want a pity kiss,” you managed to choke out.

He’d never been cruel before, not like this.

Nolan’s face froze for a moment, before he rapidly shook his head.

“Holy shit, no, that’s not why…you really think I’d kiss you out of pity?” he spluttered.

“What other conclusion was I meant to reach after this ridiculous conversation?” you shot back, heart still racing.

But his frown persisted, even as he reached forward to take one of your hands.

“I think you’re beautiful, I’ve already told you that. I think every guy who hasn’t kissed you is a fucking idiot. Obviously if you don’t want to kiss me then I won’t push it because I’m not that kind of asshole. But the offer is open if you want to,” Nolan explained, “You’re my friend, and there are literally no stakes here, no pressure, and you deserve to have a first kiss with someone that isn’t going to be a dick about it.”

That was quite possibly the most you’d ever heard him speak in one go, and every single one of his words sent your head swirling. Could it really be that easy? Kissing Nolan just to say you’d kissed someone?

“I do mean it, no pressure. If you want me to leave, I will. If you don’t want to kiss me, then just let me know and it changes nothing about our friendship. If you…”

“You can kiss me,” you said suddenly, interrupting him before you could even process the words leaving your mouth, “I trust you. I know you won’t make fun of me for not knowing what I’m doing.”

“I would never,” he said seriously.

He cheeks were a little pink again though. That was a good thing, right?

“Do you want to, um, how should we…?”

You trailed off, your own cheeks flooding with heat as Nolan huffed out a laugh.

“Just like this,” he said softly.

You caught a flash of his rare soft smile as he cupped your face with his hand, barely remembering to take a breath before his lips were pressed to yours. You knew enough to close your eyes, leaning forward enough to rest your hand on his thigh for balance, but every other thought was consumed with the feeling of Nolan’s lips on yours. You’d expected him to pull away immediately, but Nolan didn’t – instead, he moved his lips slowly against your own and it was all you could do to mimic his motions, your blood surging through your veins like liquid fire as your heart raced.

You really had been missing out all these years.

Or maybe it was just Nolan.

At that thought, you broke the kiss, closing your eyes as you rested your forehead against his, not having the functioning thought processes to move any further.

“Wow.”

Nolan’s murmur cut through the cloud in your mind, and it was all you could do to laugh as you finally sat upright, opening your eyes to look at his flushed face.

“Was that okay?” you found yourself asking, wincing as the words left your mouth.

“Okay? Babe you’re a fucking natural,” Nolan laughed.

Really?

You didn’t know what your face looked like – you could only hope it wasn’t ridiculous – but Nolan’s face softened, and he took your hand in his again. “I mean it, okay? You’re an amazing kisser.”

You let out a shaky breath, nodding even as you felt stupid for needing that reassurance. At least you knew Nolan wouldn’t lie to you.

“We can always practice some more if you want to be sure yourself though.”

His smooth offer was almost successful, if it wasn’t for the red on his cheeks giving him away. He…liked kissing you?

“I’m sure more practice couldn’t hurt. Only if it’s not going to be a burden on your time, of course,” you said, smiling innocently.

Nolan just grinned. “Oh I think we can work something out.”

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Cale and accidental kiss?

Accidental Kiss – Cale Makar

Words: 657

Thank you for choosing this one for Cale! I think it fits him well haha.

~

“I don’t know what to say other than you’re blowing my mind with these dates, Cale.”

A show at Red Rocks Amphitheatre, an afternoon at Denver Botanic Gardens, and now a romantic dinner at Blue Island Oyster Bar? Cale really had been pulling out all the stops. Three dates in and you already knew you were well on your way to being wooed by the handsome guy you’d met only a couple of weeks ago.

“Good. I’m trying to sweep you off your feet if you hadn’t noticed,” he replied, grinning.

This cheeky side of him had been a welcome surprise when it had first appeared, you could admit that much.

You just laughed at his words, ignoring the slight heat in your cheeks as you pulled out your phone to order an uber to take you home. As much as you didn’t want the date to end, it would be finishing in the perfect place with the perfect vibes, and you could only hope he felt the same way you did.

“My uber will be here in two minutes,” you announced, slipping your phone back into your handbag, smiling up at him.

“I’ll wait until you’re in the car to head home myself, if that’s okay.”

“You really are a sweetheart,” you said, meaning every word.

He just blushed, ducking his head briefly before lifting it again, looking pleased at your words.

Impulsively, you leaned up on your tiptoes, intending to press a kiss to his cheek, but Cale turned his head last minute and your lips caught his instead. He froze as you quickly pulled away, mortification filling your body. That was the last thing you’d been expecting to happen.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I was going to kiss your cheek?” you said, wincing.

“And I turned my head to ask a question like an idiot. I’m so sorry,” he groaned.

“Accidents happen? It was an easy mistake to make?”

The word mistake felt heavy on your tongue though. It wasn’t like you didn’t want to kiss him – you just didn’t think the two of you were at that place yet?

“Maybe we can have a do over?” Cale asked hopefully.

If the mortification wasn’t still lingering, you might’ve said yes. But not now. Not tonight.

“Another time?” you offered, biting your bottom lip briefly.

It was all you could do to hope that you hadn’t just ruined everything.

But Cale just nodded, smiling, the only slightest hint of disappointment in his eyes. “Definitely another time. I won’t mess that one up.”

The self-deprecation in his voice made you smile softly, and you shook your head.

“Our first intentional kiss is going to be great, I already know that,” you mused.

Cale’s cheeks filled with a warm blush, and he seemed to lose the tension in his frame, letting you lose tensing you didn’t realise you were holding.

“I’m going to kiss your cheek now,” you announced, only teasing a little.

He just huffed out a laugh, cheeks flushing a little more, but he turned his head ever so slightly to give you better access. What a sweetheart. You leaned up on your tiptoes again, this time even more aware of what you were doing, and pressed your lips softly to Cale’s cheek, lingering ever so slightly with your hands resting on his chest. You felt Cale let out a shaky breath as you pulled away, and he smiled at you in a way that took your breath away. Your first intentional kiss was going to be amazing, that was for certain.

“I think your uber is here.”

Cale’s soft voice broke your thoughts, and sure enough a car was pulling up beside you.

“Thanks for tonight. I had a great time,” you said, smiling sweetly.

“I did too. Call me when you’re home?”

What a gentleman.

“I will. Goodnight Cale.”

“Goodnight,” he said, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watched you walk away.

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Jeff Skinner for “stop talking” kiss pls??

Stop Talking Kiss – Jeff Skinner

Words: 1.2k

Thank you for this one anon! I love Jeff so much and he needs much more appreciation on here.

~

The team party was in full swing, you having shown up about an hour ago with your friend, having swung an invite from her boyfriend. It wasn’t unusual though, tagging along with her. Whenever there was a party, you were an automatic plus one to the plus one, and it had been that way for over a year now. You couldn’t deny that these gatherings were one of the exciting highlights of your avid social life, and you were grateful that your friend had wanted to include you from the start. As far as she was concerned, the two of you were a package, and her boyfriend was more than happy to go along with that. Where she went, you went, and the team knew to expect you along with her whenever there was something going on.

Speaking of the team…

“Hi Jeff.”

Jeff Skinner, one of the other highlights of your new social life. There was just something about the cute curly-haired boy, from his wide smile to adorable dimples to his unabashed laugh. Your friend teased you relentlessly ever since the first time she’d seen you around him, teasing you about your crush, but you knew that unless Jeff said something, there was no way you were going to act on it. You couldn’t face the humiliation of a rejection – and to be honest, Jeff really had never given you any indication that he was interested in you too.

You had enough pride to hold out, at least.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were here,” he said happily.

Jeff rooted around in the fridge, pulling out a beer for himself and handing you a black cherry white claw. Your favourite. He remembered?

“I’ve been here for an hour already,” you mused, watching him blush in glee as you opened the can, “Nice to know you noticed.”

He blushed even harder, shaking his head.

“I always notice you. It’s kinda hard not to,” he murmured, taking a deep gulp of his own drink.

“I can’t tell if that’s a good thing or not?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course it’s a good thing. It’s always good when you’re here.”

“Oh?” you prompted, only teasing a little bit.

Jeff huffed out a breath, almost seeming to squirm a little with the attention solely on him, only making you smile more. What was it about this guy?

“You’re like, so pretty? And you’re funny, always making everybody laugh with your hilarious stories. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone command a room like you do, and it’s mesmerising. Whenever you’re around, I can’t take my eyes off you and it’s driving me crazy. You’re beautiful, and funny, and so smart, and…”

As he continued rambling, it felt like something inside of you snapped. That was it. You couldn’t take anymore. Almost a year you’d suffered through not knowing how he felt for you, and this was the closest he’d ever come to saying anything that gave you a hint that he liked you too. If you didn’t take this chance now, you didn’t know if you’d ever get it again.

“Oh my god Jeff, stop talking,” you groaned.

Jeff barely had a moment to look confused before you placed your drink on the side and cupped his face, pulling him down into a kiss. He froze for a second, long enough to make you hesitate, before that freeze broke and he slammed his own drink down, kissing you eagerly, clutching at your waist with both hands. Fuck, yes, finally. Jeff kissed you over and over again, sending electricity through your body, letting out occasional whimpering noises himself. You didn’t know how long the two of you stood in the kitchen kissing for, hands clutching and lips colliding desperately, but you found that you didn’t care the moment that Jeff’s tongue slipped into your mouth, swirling with yours in a way that made your head spin.

“Goddamn, get a room.”

You broke the kiss with a jolt, Jeff not looking away from you as he flipped Dylan off, resting his forehead on yours as he tried to catch his breath. Dylan just snickered, grabbing a beer from the fridge before leaving again.

“So that was something,” Jeff murmured.

The nervousness from before made you purse your lips, moving your hands from cupping his face to resting on his chest.

“How could you not know that I like you?” you asked, frowning.

“What?”

“I’ve been so obvious! You think I flirt with everyone like I flirt with you?” you asked, a little incredulously.

“You like me like me?” Jeff asked, lips parted in surprise.

You groaned and stepped out of his arms in frustration. How could he be that blind? You knew the stereotype of hockey players not being the brightest crayons in the drawer, but this was crazy.

“Hey, no, don’t go please?”

Jeff hand lightly rested on your shoulder, still clearly nervous, but you turned back to face him properly anyway. There was very little you wouldn’t do for this guy, you knew that much.

“I’m sorry I’ve been such an oblivious idiot. You deserve better than that. Better than me. I just honestly didn’t think a girl as pretty as you would be interested in me?” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

His self-deprecating words made you soften, and you smiled sadly.

“We have got to work on your self esteem bud,” you said, pursing your lips.

“Yeah, I know. Not my finest attribute.”

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“I like you, Jeff. I thought you knew that and were just shy, but apparently not. I had no idea you were this nervous around me, but you really don’t have to be nervous, okay?” you said firmly.

“Still trying to get my head around the fact that you like me, let alone trying to stop being nervous,” he said, smiling wryly.

Bless his heart. His humble nature was one of the things that had drawn you to him, if you were being honest. That, and how cute he is.

“Are you going to ask me out for real or am I going to have to do that too?” you teased.

Jeff blushed but shook his head, walking up to you properly to take a hand in his.

“Would you like to go on a date with me? Because I would love to take you out to dinner,” he asked, raising your hand to his lips and kissing the knuckles.

Okay, smooth.

“I would love to go out with you, Jeff. About time,” you said, smiling up at him.

Jeff just blushed a little deeper, running his thumb over the back of your hand.

“Now kiss me again, we were interrupted,” you demanded playfully, hopping up to sit on the counter.

“I suppose it isn’t a team party until the rookies are traumatised,” Jeff grinned, stepping forward to stand between your thighs.

That was more like it.

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Could we get EJ with a reunion kiss?

Reunion Kiss – Erik Johnson

Words: 1.1k

As soon as you requested EJ, I had this idea in my head. I hope you like it!

~

As the minutes ticked down, you found yourself tapping your foot, picking at your nails, barely able to concentrate on anything that wasn’t the arrivals board. Any moment now, your boyfriend Erik would be landing in Denver. Any moment now, he would be home.

He may be heading out to catch up with his former teammates tonight, but for the whole of today, he was just yours.

As soon as Erik had seen the schedule all those months ago, he’d started making plans with you. He’d gotten permission from his coach to fly out a day early, wanting to spend as much time with you as possible, and you’d be there to watch him play tomorrow as well. You weren’t sure how it was going to feel pulling on a Sabres jersey rather than an Avs one, even more so to wear it within the arena that you’d grown to know so well, but seeing him in person was going to be worth all of that strangeness, you knew that down to your bones.

It had been the hardest decision of your life to stay in Denver when he moved away to Buffalo. You loved your job, not ready to give it up and not able to work remotely, and Erik wasn’t ready to retire. There had even been a terrible moment when you’d thought that this was the end of your relationship, that being apart would be too much for your physically affectionate boyfriend, but he had insisted that the last thing he wanted was to lose you.

The last five years had meant too much to him, just as much as they meant to you.

Instead, you’d made the decision to try long distance – Erik’s contract was only for a year after all, and if he still felt that fire to play, if he got extended in Buffalo or picked up a contract elsewhere then the two of you would talk. Being apart from him really wasn’t what you wanted for the long-term, obviously, and he didn’t want that either, but for now it was the only option.

You missed him like hell though.

And if his long voicemails, copious amounts of gifts via shipping, and frequent video calls were anything to go by, Erik missed you too.

It felt like time dragged from the moment you saw his plane marked as ‘Landed’ to the moment he walked through the arrivals hall, but as soon as he spotted you waiting, he jogged over to your side. Erik wasted no time in scooping you up in his arms and spinning you around in the tightest hug, letting you squeal in his ear as you clutched him just as tight in return.

“Fuck I missed you.”

As he lowered you back to the ground, that was the last thing you heard before he captured your lips in a searing kiss. All you could do was to clutch at his shirt with both hands, leaning into his body as your knees felt weak, happily responding to the slow intense kiss over and over again until Erik pulled away with a sigh.

“As much as I don’t want to stop kissing you, we should probably get out of here before we get arrested for public indecency,” he mused.

“Come on Casanova, let’s get you home,” you laughed.

You looked up at him to see him mouthing the word ‘home’, which only made your heart twinge with the longing sadness that had been digging its claws into you. “I missed you too, if it wasn’t clear.”

Erik just took your hand in his, raising it to his lips to kiss your knuckles, making you smile all over again. It didn’t take long for the two of you to walk to where you’d parked the car, and it wasn’t until you were sitting behind the wheel that you spoke to him again.

“How does it feel being home, EJ?”

“Feels like I should’ve thrown you over my shoulder and dragged you to Buffalo with me,” he said, smiling sadly as he buckled his seatbelt.

Oh bless his heart.

“Hey, no, not the sad face. We knew this was going to be difficult,” you said frowning, taking his hand in yours across the parking brake.

“I didn’t think it was going to be this difficult,” he sighed.

A flash of cold dread filled your chest, and you found yourself inhaling sharply. Did he mean what you thought he meant?

“Is it too difficult?” you asked softly.

Erik took one look at your face and cursed under his breath, quickly unbuckling his seatbelt again to take both of your hands in his properly.

“No. Not like that. That’s not what I meant at all, sweetheart, I promise,” he said firmly.

Tension bled out of your shoulders, but you still needed more from him, which he saw clearly.

“The moment I saw your face, I realised exactly how much I missed you. Like, I already knew that I missed you, but actually seeing you in person? It magnified everything. Not being able to see your pretty smile whenever I want. Not hearing you laugh at my ridiculous jokes. Not waking up with you in my arms. Not seeing your awful dancing in the kitchen. Not hearing that incredible gasp you make when I slide into you. Not seeing you cheering my name at games like there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. I don’t get to have all of the things I love in my life anymore, all through my selfish choices.”

His words felt like a knife twisting in your guts, but hearing him say he was selfish? No, that you couldn’t stand for.

“You are not selfish, Erik Johnson. The last thing you could ever be is selfish. I know what I signed up for when I started dating you. We always knew this would be a risk,” you said firmly.

“Doesn’t make it any easier to only have you across the phone,” he said, voice thick with emotion.

“No, it doesn’t. We always said we would reassess this summer and I’m still sticking to that, okay?”

Erik nodded at your statement, smiling briefly, a little less sad than before. “Yeah, okay. Just need to remember what I’ve got waiting for me, right?”

“I will always be waiting for you, EJ, that I can promise. But you can absolutely make up for lost time right now,” you said, smiling innocently.

It was Erik’s sharp grin that sent a shiver through your body. There was the man you loved.

“Then you’d better buckle up and drive us home, sweetheart,” he said, voice rough.

The promise in his words only excited you more.

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Congrats Lauren!! Can I get funny kiss with Josty please thank you I love you 💚

Funny Kiss – Tyson Jost

Words: 730

I really hope you like this silly little blurb Demi! I love you too 💚

~

“So this is the famous Domino?”

At the mention of his name, your 6 month old Beagle puppy yapped, darting forward to crash into Tyson’s legs, making you groan.

“I would say he’s usually more polite than this, but he really isn’t,” you mused.

“Nah he’s just got a lot of love to give, don’t you boy?” Tyson grinned.

Domino barked happily as Tyson crouched down to give him some fuss. You almost felt like sighing in relief, if you were being honest. You’d been dating Tyson for only a month, but he’d been desperate to meet your dog, cooing over the photos you’d shown him on previous dates, so you’d suggested a date at the dog park to finally introduce the two of them. You hadn’t been nervous exactly, not with how sweet and easygoing Tyson was, but if Domino didn’t like him then it was an absolute red flag for you.

With the way that Domino had flopped onto his back for belly rubs already though, it didn’t look like you had to worry.

“Shall we get going?” you said, smiling down at the scene in front of you.

“Yeah of course! You have his B-A-L-L with you, right?”

Bless his heart.

“I do,” you confirmed, trying not to laugh at how cute he was, “You can throw it later for him.”

Tyson looked almost as excited as Domino.

The three of you ended up spending nearly three hours at the dog park, walking and talking with interludes to throw the ball for Domino to fetch. It might have been one of the most low-key dates you’d ever been on, but honestly, it was also one of the best.

And Domino was clearly as besotted by Tyson as you were, which was a huge plus.

But eventually, you made it back to your apartment, and you left Domino in the kitchen drinking a large fresh bowl of water before rejoining Tyson on the sofa in the living room.

“Do you take him to the park every day?” Tyson asked, smiling.

“I try to, yeah. This apartment definitely has enough room for him to walk around in, and the shared backyard access is fine for bathroom breaks, but he needs to run around as much as he can so I do my best.”

“Any time you need a dog walker, hit me up. For real, he’s the best,” Tyson grinned.

“You are crazy, but definitely the sweetest,” you laughed, shaking your head.

Tyson just shrugged, still smiling as he raised his hand to cup your face, leaning in to kiss you. But just as Tyson’s lips pressed against yours, a heavy weight crashed into you, breaking the two of you apart.

“Domino, no! Down!”

But your excitable dog didn’t listen, yapping away as he darted between the two of you, licking at your faces, Tyson just cackling with laughter.

“I am so sorry,” you groaned, making an oofing noise as Domino kicked your stomach.

“He just wants all the love huh?” Tyson grinned, ruffling your dog’s ears, earning even more excited barking.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Tyson continued to make baby noises at Domino, your dog just soaking up all the attention, the ridiculous situation settling down into fussing over the happy animal that had pushed its way between you.

“I would promise that this won’t happen again, but I really can’t,” you mused.

“Eh, he’s just a puppy, he’ll get there!” Tyson grinned, shrugging.

This guy really was just sweet all round, wasn’t he?

The two of you indulged your dog for a few more minutes until he calmed down, jumping off the sofa to curl up at your feet with a happy sigh that only a thoroughly spoiled puppy could pull off. Tyson just grinned as he settled back into the sofa, propping his head up with his hand, smiling widely at you.

“At least I’ll have a funny kiss story if anyone ever asks,” he teased.

Oh god.

“You’re the worst and I don’t know why I like you,” you groaned.

Tyson just threw his head back with laughter, leaving you to bat at his chest in protest until he was able to stop.

“Mercy, mercy,” he giggled, clutching at your hands.

“On one condition,” you warned.

“Anything,” he said, smiling.

“Stay for dinner?” you suggested, biting your bottom lip briefly in nerves.

“Done.”

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Sad Kiss - Anthony Beauvillier - from Celly

Sad Kiss – Anthony Beauvillier

Words: 647

Ahhh @cellythefloshie I broke my own heart writing this, so I hope you like it too!

~

January 30th 2023. A date that would always be burned into your mind for the worst reasons. The date that your boyfriend Anthony was traded away to the Vancouver Canucks. Away from you.

“I’m sorry, amor.”

You quickly shook your head at his choked words, tears filling your own eyes. “You have nothing to be sorry for. This was out of your control.”

But he just tilted his head back, desperately trying not to cry himself.

“How can it not be my fault? If I’d tried harder, if I’d been better, maybe they would’ve wanted me?”

His sorrowful words only broke your heart more.

“Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. They are the idiots. They are the ones losing out here, because you are amazing. You push yourself to the bone every single day, working to the best of your ability, and if they can’t see that then it is on them. Not on you.”

He stayed silent, tears finally trickling down his cheeks. “I don’t know what to think anymore.”

It was then that you started crying too, the two of you just holding each other on the sofa, wrapped around each other like the other would disappear any moment. Which, in Anthony’s case, was going to happen sooner than either of you wanted to admit.

“I understand if you want to end things with us. I know that long distance isn’t something we’ve talked about," Anthony eventually said, forehead pressed to yours.

You looked up at him, startled, cheeks tacky with tears.

“That’s the last thing I want. Unless…you’re saying it because you want a complete fresh start?” you asked, lump forming in your throat.

“God no. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t. I just…”

He trailed off, eyes welling with tears all over again.

“Hey, you’re not going to lose me, okay? If nothing else, I promise that,” you said, trying to stop the tears spilling down your own cheeks again too.

Anthony just shook his head, clearly overwhelmed, so you tilted your head and kissed him, pouring all of your emotions into the embrace. All of your love, your grief, your anger, your sorrow. Especially your sorrow. You could hear him making cut-off sob noises between kisses, him clutching you tightly, kissing you as fiercely as he could, until he was reduced to sobbing into your shoulder.

You held him tightly, letting him cry like he needed to, running your fingers through his hair as you cursed the universe for inflicting pain on him like this. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve any of it. You lost track of time as your shirt slowly soaked through, just trying to comfort him as much as you could, until his sobs quietened down to sniffles with the occasional hiccup, and Anthony lifted his head.

“I’m sorry,” he said miserably.

But you just shook your head, smiling sadly. “You have nothing to apologise for, my love.”

He opened his mouth to retort but the ringing of his phone cut him off, and as he glanced down to see who was calling, he cursed.

“Go. It’s okay. I know you have people you need to talk to,” you said softly.

“You’re not going anywhere, right?” he asked, almost pleading, “You’ll still be here?”

“If you want me here then there’s nowhere else I’m going to be,” you nodded, trying to reassure him.

Anthony pressed his lips together, as if trying to hold some words back, before he stood up from the sofa and left the room. As you let yourself stare up at the ceiling, barely able to hold yourself together, it could’ve been hours or only seconds before your own phone started to ring. Mom. You answered the call with a sob.

“Oh, baby, I just heard the news. How are you holding up?”

“I don’t know what to do, mom.”

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Matt Martin with cute kiss! Please and thank you!

Cute Kiss – Matt Martin

Words: 642

Thank you for choosing Matt Martin for this last one, anon! I hope we can end this round of blurb prompts with a smile!

~

“Matthew Bryan Martin, what is all of this?”

“Uh oh, full name Marty. I’m out of here,” Barzy snickered.

The younger player hopped up from the stool in the kitchen, kissing your cheek in passing with a wink, making you bat at his arm and laugh. Once he’d left the house, front door shutting behind him, you turned back to face your boyfriend, raising an eyebrow.

“Not that I meant to chase Barzy from our home, but I’ll repeat – what is all of this?”

Matt smiled at you a little sheepishly.

“It was meant to be a surprise?” he offered.

Your eyes ran over the six giant bouquets of fresh flowers lining the kitchen island, the pastel balloons decorating the spaces in between, and the box of what you could smell was your favourite lemon bars in the middle of it all.

It was definitely a surprise, definitely the sweetest thing that he’d done in a while – but why?

“Why the surprise?” you asked, walking over to him.

Matt seemed to hesitate for a moment as he wrapped his arms around your waist, letting you slide your hands up his chest to rest on his shoulders before he spoke.

“I didn’t feel like I’d been treating you like you deserve,” he finally said.

What? No.

But whatever protest was showing on your face, Matt shook his head.

“I mean it, sweetheart. You’re always so good to me, and in the past month I’ve barely put any effort in. It’s not okay,” he said seriously.

“You’ve been busy. With your career, just as you should be. Hockey is always going to be your priority, and I know that,” you replied, smiling softly.

“Hockey may be my priority but it’s not my only love. And I’ve been basically neglecting you when I should’ve been treasuring you,” Matt said, shaking his head, “I never want you to feel like you aren’t as loved as you are.”

Your heart started to beat that little bit faster at his words, cheeks heating up a little.

“I don’t feel unloved,” you said, smiling as he parted his lips to protest, “I promise to tell you if I ever truly feel like you love me any less than you do, okay?”

Matt pursed his lips slightly at the compromise but nodded, trusting you as much as you trusted him.

“Let me love you now?” he asked hopefully.

“Oh?” you mused.

Matt pulled one of your hands away from his chest, and lifted it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

“Pink roses, to express my appreciation of you and everything you do.”

He shifted your hand to expose your inner wrist, kissing the sensitive skin there.

“Pink carnations, to say sorry for missing our date nights.”

He placed your hand back on his chest, leaning his head down to gently kiss the side of your neck.

“Red tulips, to say that I truly love you.”

His lips trailed up to the corner of your jaw, placing a kiss there to make you shiver.

“Red dahlias, to say that I am committed to you.”

He lifted his head only briefly to kiss your cheek before looking back into your eyes.

“Balloons in your favourite colours.”

With a soft smile he rubbed his nose against yours and kissed the tip of it gently before lifting his head for the final time.

“And lemon bars because they are your favourite indulgence. All of this is but a token to show you how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and I never want you to forget that,” Matt said softly, smiling down at you with so much love in his eyes that your heart felt like it was going to burst.

“Matt, stop being so cute and kiss me like you mean it,” you breathed.

He just grinned. “Yes ma’am.”

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I still can’t believe that this many of you follow me but I appreciate all of you so much!

This weekend I wanted to celebrate with a little blurb prompt list weekend! I thought I’d try something a little different, something to get my creativity shaken up after posting a few longer fics recently, so I have curated a series of 12 blurb prompts, each based on a different type of kiss, and I would like to do each of them for a different player – so once a player’s name is updated on the list below, then he’s taken!

Please take a look at the list of players that I write for, and send in your ideas!

First Kiss - Nolan Patrick Shy Kiss - Andrei Svechnikov Surprise Kiss - Quinn Hughes Cute Kiss - Matt Martin Forehead Kiss - Matthew Tkachuk Passionate Kiss - Jack Hughes Sad Kiss - Anthony Beauvillier Goodbye Kiss - Elias Pettersson Reunion Kiss - Erik Johnson Funny Kiss - Tyson Jost Stop Talking Kiss - Jeff Skinner Accidental Kiss - Cale Makar

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