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puckinghischier · 14 days

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Jersey Talk

nico hischier x fem!reader, jack hughes x platonic!reader, luke hughes x platonic!reader

summary: reader finds herself engaging in a lot of jersey talk

notes: part 3 of my lil unnamed nico series!! i loved writing this part and hope you enjoy it as much as i do 🥹 also, i didn’t really proofread so ignore any mistakes. and just a disclaimer, i don’t claim to know everything there is to know about any of the players mentioned in my writing, so if there’s inaccuracies on timelines or personality traits, just ignore them and assume it’s for the plot 😌

p.s.!! i’m thinking about starting a tag list for this/any of my writing i post so if you want to be a part of that, let me know!!

part 1, part 2

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You absolutely love how foot travel friendly New Jersey is. Coming from an area where foot travel is virtually nonexistent, the change is a welcomed one. You appreciate being able to simply grab your favorite totes, your headphones, and make the fifteen-minute walk to the small corner store. Surely in the winter you’ll feel differently about the five-block trek, but you’ll have your car by then. For now, the comfortable Autumn air makes the walk enjoyable. The fresh air, the beautiful buildings, and the surprising friendliness of the strangers you pass on the street make you feel like you made the right decision in relocating your life to the garden state.

Luckily this grocery run was fairly light, only needing to pick up some essentials until one of the boys can give you a ride to the larger chain grocery store on one of their upcoming off days. You really just needed the ingredients to make dinner tonight, making good on your promise to be their personal shopper and occasional chef in exchange for a place to live. You even stopped in a small bakery about a block from your apartment and picked up a few assorted pastries for a sweet treat later, knowing how much Luke loves his dessert.

As you walk into the apartment, courtesy of your shiny new key Jack gave you last week, you see both him and Luke on the couch, each with one hand on an iPad held out so both could view the contents on the screen. You assume they’re watching game film, preparing for their game later in the week against the Rangers, your assumption confirmed when you hear the unmistakable sound of sticks slapping against pucks and ice coming from the iPad in question.

They’re both so engrossed in the game film on the screen that they have no clue that you’ve even walked through the door. You make your way to the kitchen to unload what’s in your hands, putting away what little groceries you bought. Once you’re finished in the kitchen, you make your way back out into the living room, wanting to catch up with your roommates on how their midday practice had gone. As you walk towards the living area, rounding the loveseat adjacent to the sectional where the boys sit, Luke catches your moving figure from the corner of his eye. His body jerks slightly, clearly startled until he notices its only you.

“Oh my god you just scared the shit out of me,” you hear him exhale, holding his hand to his chest.

You just chuckle as you see Jack whip his head up, confused as to what Luke was referring to until he saw you sitting down, tucking your feet up under your legs to get comfortable.

“When did you get home? Have you been here the whole time?” Jack asks, pausing the game film and sitting the iPad on the small coffee table in the center of the room.

“No, you two were just lost in hockey land when I came in. I went to the corner mart a few blocks down to get stuff to make dinner, then put it all away before coming in here. Thought I’d give you guys a few more minutes before I came in here and interrupted,” you replied, laying your head on your hands that rest on the arm of the loveseat.

“Well, you have our full attention now, what’s up?” Jack leans back into the couch once again, stretching his arms above his head.

“Just wanted to talk to my boys. See how practice went today. Figure out how you guys are going to fare against the Rags,” you throw in a small dig at their biggest rival team.

“The Rags? Since when do you participate in hockey talk?” Luke chimes into the conversation, laughing slightly at your attempt to assimilate into the world of hockey.

“Since I overheard a conversation at this cute little bakery down the street. While I was waiting in line there was a man in front of me with a Devils hat on and the guy working the counter was asking him about his thoughts on the game this week. He was talking about how much he wishes ‘the boys can pull their heads out of their asses and beat the damn Rags’ and I thought it was funny. Figured I should probably adopt the local vernacular if I want to fit in around here. You know, participate in the Jersey talk” you recall with a shrug of your shoulders.

The two brothers let out a little chuckle at your story, amused at your attempt to insert yourself into their world. They’ve taught you a lot about how hockey is played and the rules over the years, but their hope of you fully getting involved in all of the aspects of hockey and the fanbase quickly dissolved. They would sit and force you to watch game film with them over the summer at the lake, and you would just sit there and whine because of how badly you wanted to go out on the boat or drive the golf cart down to the local ice cream shop, not listening to a single word the two would say to you. Once you made the decision to move in with Jack and Luke, you figured you should probably put a little more effort into the whole hockey fan experience, considering you would likely be attending games on a regular basis.

“Well, we’ve been preparing for the Rags, so that old man in the bakery can rest easy knowing we’re working our asses off, which our heads aren’t in, by the way, so we can win on Saturday,” Jack speaks, seeming a little offended by your story a few seconds ago.

“Yeah, we’re doing really well, actually. We keep splitting the team up and forcing one half to mimic the Rangers and some of their techniques, so we’re actually getting really good at stopping them from getting the puck into our zone. Plus, our goalies are putting out some insane stops during practice, so I really think we’ve got this in the bag,” Luke adds, excited to showcase their hard work.

Practices have been hard for the boys this week. A lot of naps and ibuprofen consumed. You haven’t really seen much of them, if you’re being honest. They’re usually gone by the time you wake up in the mornings, and so tired by the time they come home they go straight to the couch or their bedrooms and fall asleep. By the time they wake up from their naps you’re usually already cooking dinner, chatting a bit while you cook. After finishing dinner they’re back to the couch, watching game film or heading back to the arena for various events and strategy meetings. They go to bed fairly early, considering all of their early morning starts, so evenings are usually spent in your room by yourself watching tv or catching up with your friends back home. You suppose you should get used to spending time by yourself, though, knowing you’ll be here by yourself more often than not during the season.

They had a game in Boston a few days prior, leaving you with your apartment to yourself for the first time. They were only gone for one night, but it was definitely lonely. You really haven’t been here long enough to have an abundance of people to call up anytime Jack and Luke were unavailable. You had passed the time by exploring the area around your apartment complex a little, finding the perfect park to go sit at to soak up some much-needed sunshine. You couldn’t hide your excitement when the two brothers returned home the next evening, though. You got up from the couch and ran over to the door, ready to greet them and ask them all about the game (you had watched it on tv, but you really just wanted to talk to someone after a full day with no one’s company but your own), but you were greeted with tired eyes and frowns, despite their win the previous night. You simply gave each of them a hug and then sent them off to bed, knowing once they got some sleep they would be up for conversation.

This is why, right now, even though you have zero knowledge of what preparing for a rival hockey game consists of, you’re taking in every word the two have to offer about the subject. You’re just happy to have a few uninterrupted minutes to sit and talk with them.

“Good! That’s great! Really…good,” you say, giving a thumbs up and awkward smile after failing to come up with a better response to Luke’s statements.

Luke just laughs, appreciating your attempts at interest in their jobs.

“You’re coming to the game, right? We put back a ticket for you, but if you can’t make it that’s okay too. Got you a pretty sick seat, though. Glass seat, right beside the net,” Jack reveals, raising his eyebrows a bit, as if trying to convince you.

“Of course I’ll be there, I wouldn’t miss it for the world!” you exclaim, a little offended at the mere thought you’d skip out on such a big game for them.

“You won’t be disappointed, I swear. We’re gonna kick some major Rags ass,” Luke adds, excitement showing at the idea of you being in the crowd.

“The real question here shouldn’t have been if I was going to come or not, it’s whose jersey i’m going to wear,” you throw out, poking fun at the two.

“Pshh, c’mon that one’s a no brainer. You’ll obviously wear mine, I’m your favorite,” Jack waves off your words, fully confident that you’ll agree with him.

“I don’t know, Rowdy. I feel like plenty of people will have 86 jerseys on. It is Moose’s rookie season, maybe I should wear his so he feels included.”

“Yeah, dickhead. You have a whole arena full of people wearing your number, she should wear mine. We all know it’s the better number anyways,” Luke retorts.

Jack rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to fire back an insult at Luke, but he’s cut off by a knock at the door. You look over at the two boys to see if they know who might be at the door, but both of their faces mirror your confused look. So much for your uninterrupted time with them.

“Did you guys invite someone over? Or should I be worried that there’s a murderer standing on the other side of our door right now,” you ask.

“Well first of all I don’t think a murderer would knock on the door. They would probably pick the lock or something. Isn’t the whole point of murdering someone to do it when they don’t see it coming?” Jack responds, standing up. “Second of all, it’s probably just Nico. I had mentioned watching game film together at practice earlier and he told me he’d see how he was feeling later. Kinda forgot about it, if I’m being honest, but this is around the time he wakes up from his post-practice nap.”

You sit up a little straighter when Jack mentions his teammate and captain. You hadn’t seen him since your first night in town about a week and a half ago. You’d caught little bits of information about him in passing from both Jack and Luke, but felt it was too odd for you to ask about him outright. The two of you were still practically strangers, not having had any reason to communicate after that night. He’s been as busy as Jack and Luke, coming and going far more than you. Still, you’re surprised you haven’t even run into him once, not even in the elevator. You figure his captain duties keep him far busier than even Luke and Jack.

You hear the front door open and then two sets of voices making their way down the short hallway. You look over to see Nico in a hoodie and sweats, a hat hiding his long hair. You think back to that night at the bar when his hair was uncovered and he was having to push it out of his eyes for most of the night, wishing you could catch a glimpse of the brown locks right now. The two were continuing their short conversation from the door, so Nico had yet to acknowledge you or Luke yet. You look away, starting to pick at a loose thread on your socks, knowing you needed to avert your eyes before you were caught staring. Unknown to you, Luke had already noticed your stare, observing how fixated you were on his captain. You look over to find Luke staring at you, an undecipherable expression on his face. You give him a puzzled look, as if to say ‘what?’ and he responds by simply shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders a bit.

“Oh, hey you two. How’s it going?” Nico’s voice pulls you from your silent conversation with Luke.

“Hey, man. How was your nap? Your shoulder okay?” Luke answers, adjusting his body slightly on the couch to make room for Nico to sit down.

You turn your head to look at Nico once again, a small hint of worry surfacing. He doesn’t look injured? His arm isn’t in a sling or anything, and he’s not holding it in pain. You watch as he sits down to see if even the smallest wince makes its way across his face as his back comes to rest against the plush cushions. If he’s in any sort of pain, he’s not letting it show in his actions.

“Yeah, perfectly fine. Don’t give yourself that much credit, kid. You don’t hit nearly as hard as you think you do,” Nico chuckles, taking his hand and tapping Luke on the knee a few times.

“Trying to hurt your captain before a huge game, Luke?” you speak for the first time since Nico entered the apartment. “Maybe I should wear Jack’s jersey on Saturday.”

“I knew it! See, my jersey is clearly the better choice, Moose. Sucks to suck, huh?” Jack interjects with a grin, walking from the direction of the kitchen, glass of water in hand.

“Now c’mon, y/n, that isn’t even fair. It was an accident! We were running drills and I was trying to stop, but I misjudged and ran into Nico. He didn’t even hit the glass that hard, you heard him!” Luke argues back, looking between you and his brother.

“All I’m saying is, it won’t look good if the rookie is the reason the captain can’t play against public enemy number one. Then you’ll become public enemy number one, and I can’t be caught at a game wearing the new public enemy’s jersey. I’m already a newcomer, I can’t tarnish my reputation this early,” you hold your hands up in defense.

“What have I just walked into?” Nico asks, eyes darting between the three of you.

“Well right before you walked in, we were talking about which jersey y/n was going to wear to the game on Saturday, and I told her the obvious choice was mine, but she decided to spew some bullshit about there being too many 86 jerseys already so she should wear Luke’s since he’s new and needs to feel included,” Jack uses finger quotes around the last part of his sentence.

“Well, she has a point.”

“See! Even Cap thinks so! That’s it, you’re wearing my jersey, y/n. Cap’s word is final,” Luke leans back, taking in his assumed victory.

“Maybe I should be fair and not wear either jersey. Just go down the roster and pick a random name and then buy it,” you joke, watching the brothers widen their eyes like you just told them you ran over their childhood pet.

“That’s…not even funny. How dare you even joke about something so important,” Jack stares at you, seriousness painted on his features.

“C’mon, y/n, that’s just…that’s just cruel,” Luke emphasizes the last word dramatically.

“I think you should do it. In fact, I have a spare jersey I think you can wear,” Nico adds, addressing you directly for the first time.

“Oh, well that actually sounds lovely, Nico, thank you! What better way to show my support to my first Devils game than sporting the captain’s jersey?”

Jack and Luke both turn their heads to glare at their captain sitting between them. If looks could kill, the poor Swiss man would be six feet under right now. The Hughes brothers don’t play around when it comes to their jerseys. You remember when you had gone to one of Luke’s games while he was playing for Michigan, wanting to buy a Michigan jersey in support, but the gift shop had run out of Luke’s number once he announced his contract with the Devils. You knew you could have simply asked him for a jersey, knowing he had several lying around his dorm room, but the trip was supposed to be a surprise.

You weren’t wearing anything else to show your support for the team because of your intent on buying a jersey, so you were forced to buy a random jersey with some lesser known last name on it. You don’t even remember whose name and number it was, but you remember the look on Luke’s face when he saw you during warm ups, going from pure joy to disgust in seconds. He skated off, going to the locker room briefly before returning with a yellow Jersey that he then threw over the glass to your seat, motioning for you to put it on. You just laughed and did as you were told. You’ve had similar arguments with both Jack and Quinn over threatening to wear a teammates jersey over the years, but you just like to poke fun at how protective the three are over you. Jack explained to you once that they want you to wear their jersey’s because it shows their teammates that you’re off limits, seeing as there’s usually unspoken rules around sisters and friends of teammates.

“Cap, please don’t make me kick you out of this apartment right now,” Jack looks at Nico with complete seriousness.

“Maybe I need to work on my body checks in practice tomorrow, Cap,” Luke tries to threaten.

Nico simply laughs, shaking his head at the sudden unity between the two bickering brothers.

“Alright, chill out you two, all jokes. Unless…” You trail off, standing up.

“No, no unless. You’re wearing one of our jerseys, preferably mine. Hey! Where are you going, this is serious!” Jack yells after you as you walk towards the kitchen.

“Unless you want to starve tonight, someone has to start making dinner. Plus, I have some jersey shopping to do,” you say, hearing Nico’s laughter ringing out once more as you enter the kitchen.

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“Hey, Nico! Are you staying for dinner? I need to know how much pasta to make!” you shout from your spot by the stove, having just sat down a large pot of water on the hot eye.

You walk over to the cabinet to grab the box of pasta and a couple jars of sauce, waiting for an answer from the living room. You decided to go with just simple spaghetti and salad tonight, not really in the mood for having to prep a ton of food and spend an hour and a half cooking. Jack will probably complain about the amount of carbs he’s consuming on an off day, but he’ll get over it. As if he doesn’t burn enough calories from practice and his personal workouts he does on a daily basis. Luke will just be happy to have something that isn’t chicken, seeing as that’s all you made for the first few days of your new living arrangement, trying to stick to the meal plan Jack had the nutritionist send you. After the third night of some form of chicken and vegetables, Luke was quick to inform you that no one on the team follows the meal plan exactly and Jack is going through some phase of eating nothing but chicken or steak and brown rice, learning that that’s what the two mostly lived on during the weeks leading up to your move. You had told Luke he should learn to cook for himself, and then he wouldn’t be forced to eat what Jack or you decide to make if he doesn’t like it, and he just rolled his eyes and told you ‘this was the agreement, right? We won’t let you pay rent, so you told us you would contribute by cooking. So really, I’m just helping you fulfill your roommate duties’.

You still don’t have an answer from the living room, assuming they’re too busy with game film to hear you, so you decide to just make enough for Nico, too. You can always pack up the leftovers and have them for lunch the next few days if needed. You dump what you think to be the proper amount of pasta for four people into the pot once it reaches a boil, then work on pouring the sauce into a pan to let it heat up. You cheated on the salad, too, deciding to just buy two bags of salad mix, dumping the bag into a large bowl and adding the small packets of toppings. You’ve just dumped the now done pasta into the colander in the sink, turning to put the pot back onto the stove to cool off a bit when a voice causes you to nearly drop the hot pot in your hands.

“It smells delicious in here,” Nico announces his presence, walking through the doorway towards the fridge.

You settle yourself before setting the pot down safely on the stovetop before speaking. “You know, I really need to get on ordering those squeaky shoes if I want to avoid a heart attack by 25.”

Turning your body, you see Nico hunched over looking in the fridge, arm reaching towards a water bottle before raising up, flashing you a smile.

“Nah, even if you buy them I wouldn’t wear them. This is like, our thing now. Me sneaking up on you, you getting mad, me getting a good laugh out of it,” he stands back at his full height now.

“How comforting that you find enjoyment out of my jumpiness. Such an admirable trait to have,” you grumble, taking the pasta from the sink and transfer it into the pan filled with sauce. “I was going to ask if you wanted to stay for dinner, seeing as it looks like I made enough to feed the entire team, but I think I’ll just leave you to fend for yourself. See how funny that is.”

This earns another laugh, Nico moving to lean against the counter opposite of you, watching you try to combine the sauce and the pasta without making a giant mess.

“Why don’t you just put it back in the pot you cooked the pasta in. You’ll be able to mix it easier.”

“Because apparently that would have been too easy,” you step back and huff, wondering why you didn’t think of that before you created an overflowing mess of sauce and noodles.

Nico makes his way over to you, causing you to move out of the way while he picks up the pan and dumps the contents into the pot sitting next to it, not spilling a single drop.

“There, now you can mix it easier and it won’t spill out over the sides and cause an even bigger mess,” he states, placing the dirty pan in the sink behind you.

“Okay, captain chef, next time you’re cooking dinner, since you clearly have more kitchen skills than me,” you tell him, making your way across the kitchen to collect plates to sit on the table.

Nico just chuckles as he watches you grab the plates, sitting one in front of each chair around the small dining table that sits in the kitchen.

“It smells so good in here, please tell me its almost done,” Jack enters the kitchen, Luke trailing behind him.

“It is, just finished actually,” you look up, Nico carrying the pot of steaming pasta from the stove to the table, careful not to drop it.

“Rowdy, grab the salad over there by the sink for me while I grab some forks for everyone,” you move towards the silverware drawer, walking around the Swiss man in your kitchen, having to turn your body slightly has he steps back from the table.

“Well, I better get going, my leftovers aren’t going to heat themselves up,” Nico announces, starting to make his way out of the kitchen.

“Cap, are you crazy? Do you not see how much food Bouy made?” Jack takes his seat at the table.

“Jack, I’m being so serious right now, if you keep using that stupid nickname for me I will sneak laxatives into your protein shakes.” You take the seat across from Jack, Luke falling into the seat to your left.

“Well, as long as it’s okay with Bouy, I’d love to stay.” Nico walks back over to the table, taking the seat next to Jack.

“I know where you live, so the threat extends to you too, Cap” you glare at Nico.

The rest of the meal is mostly filled with talk between the three hockey players, you chiming in here and there, until Jack shifts the topic of conversation to you.

“So, what’s the update with your new job? You have everything lined up and ready to go?”

“Yeah, talked to them earlier today, actually. They said they’d have my office ready in about a week, so I should be starting not long after that.” You shrug, not wanting to bore them with the details of the corporate scene in New Jersey.

“Where are you going to be working?” Nico asks, genuine interest present in his tone, wiping his mouth with his napkin.

“I got offered a position with a small publishing company not too far from here, actually. Mostly independent, up and coming authors, but still exciting,” you reveal, perking up a bit at the opportunity to talk about your passion.

“Was super worried I wasn’t going to be able to use my degree after college, seeing as the market for English lit degrees isn’t too wide unless you want to teach. At least, that’s how it is back home. After I graduated and Jack offered the spare room here, I applied to a few positions here in Jersey and a few in New York, willing to make the commute if needed. Only heard back from one place, though. And it just so happened to be a thirty-minute drive from here, so I accepted and started packing,” you explained.

“It was meant to be. The gang back together once again,” Jack beams.

“Well, the gang minus Quinn. The fucker just had to end up in Vancouver of all places,” Luke grumbles, still upset the oldest Hughes is so far away.

“Well, the good news is I can work remotely if I ever need or want to, so this summer at the lake we can all be together again,” you try to cheer Luke up, knowing how much he wishes the three brothers could have played on the same team while making their dreams come true.

“Hell yeah! This is going to be the best summer at the lake house yet. We’re all grown, most of us legal drinking age, but don’t worry, we won’t tell if you won’t, Lukey,” Jack winks over at Luke, knowing the underage drinking rule has never really applied in the scared space of the lake houses, “and we’ll all finally be there together again after, what, like 6 years?”

“It’s been awhile, at least that long,” you try to think back to the last time everyone was there together.

It was the summer before Quinn got drafted. Quinn had signed to play hockey at Michigan a few months before everyone was set to arrive at the summer oasis. You remember being so proud of him. You couldn’t wait to finally see him and congratulate him in person, knowing how hard he had worked for it. You figured things would stay the same for a few more years, expecting him to come home every summer for the next four years before moving on to the NHL. You had no clue that he would be drafted only a summer later and that it would be the beginning of the end for the summers of fun at the lake house.

“Nico, you should come up this summer! It’s always such a good time!” Jack pulls you from your reminiscing.

“I mean, maybe. I’ve been talking to my parents about flying home during the off season this year, since I didn’t get to last year. But I could probably come for a few days, at least,” he shrugs his shoulders.

You try to picture Nico at the lake house, hat covering his hair, swim trunks and a t-shirt covering his body. You picture him lounging on the boat in the sun while Jack takes everyone out for a midday ride, finding a secluded spot somewhere on the lake to stop and swim for a while. You picture him trying to wake surf, wondering if he’d be instantly good at it or if he would end up wiping out in the water. You picture him sitting around the fire at night, a light hoodie on to the mask the chill that never fails to make an appearance on Michigan summer nights, the glow from the fire illuminating his face just enough for you to admire him. You picture him with a slight sunburn on his nose, tan skin glowing from being in the sun so often.

You must have been lost in your thoughts for longer than you realized, because you came back to the conversation with several calls of your name from the seat next to you.

“Are you even listening to us anymore? Or do you really not want Cap coming to the lake house?” Luke looks over at you, slightly waving his hand in front of your face.

“What? No,” you say, looking around at the expectant faces surrounding you. “I mean, no I don’t care if he comes. It would be fun, yeah. If he can make it, of course. You heard him, I’m sure he’s excited to see his family.”

“I’m sure I can work something out. Have the best of both worlds. These two have talked about the infamous lake house so much I’m curious to see if it really lives up to all the hype,” Nico leans back, nodding his head towards both Jack and Luke.

“Then its settled! Cap is coming to Michigan this summer!” Jack cheers, throwing his arms up in celebration.

You laugh in response to Jack’s excitement, noticing that everyone seems to be done eating, plates clean and glasses empty. You stand up and start to take some of the dishes to the sink, setting them in there before walking back over to the table.

“Since you’re in such a good mood, I think now would be the best time to tell you that you and Luke have dish duty tonight.” You clear the last of the dishes off the table.

You watch Jack’s face fall, while Luke’s does a sharp turn in your direction. You turn your back to them to walk back over to the counter, opening the cabinet below you to find Tupperware to store the leftovers in.

“Well, I better get going. Have some laundry I need to get done before practice in the morning,” Nico stands, bringing over a few stray pieces of silverware you seemed to have missed.

“Oh, no you don’t, Cap. You heard her, she cooked, we clean,” Jack turns to look at his captain from his spot at the sink.

“No, I said you and Luke have dish duty tonight. Nico’s name was never mentioned. Guests don’t do the dishes, Jack. I know Ellen raised you better than that.”

“Nico is hardly a guest. He’s over here all the time!” Luke chimes in, drying off a glass jack had just washed.

“He doesn’t pay any rent for the apartment, therefore he’s a guest. Just accept your fate, you two. You’ll survive, I promise.” You hand the pot you just emptied into Jack’s hands, taking the food in your hands to the fridge a few steps away.

“You don’t pay any rent, and you’re not a guest,” Jack mumbles, hands covered in soapy suds.

“Exactly! That means I don’t do the dishes, either. I knew you’d catch on eventually! And they say you’re just a pretty face,” you shut the fridge door, looking over at Jack with an amused grin.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Jack whines.

“C’mon, man, you walked right into that one,” Nico adds, laughing at his teammate.

Jack glares at the taller man. “I thought you said you were leaving, that you had laundry to do or some shit.”

“I am, I am,” Nico throws his hands up in defense.

“I’ll walk you out, Nico. Leave the children to do pout while doing their chores,” you jest, walking toward the kitchen’s exit.

“Thanks for dinner, y/n. Ten times better than whatever I would’ve found in my fridge,” Nico says as you pass through the living room.

“Anytime, cap. After all, I owed you for rescuing me from sleeping in the hallway.”

This earns another one of those laughs you love to hear fall from his mouth, smiling to yourself as he follows you down the small hallway towards the front door.

“I feel like you definitely had to put in more effort on your end of that deal,” He steps through the door you’re holding open.

“I’ll just wait until you owe me a favor, then I’ll make sure to cash in some extravagant request,” you joke, leaning against the door as he stands in the hallway.

“I’ll be eagerly awaiting the day.”

Nico takes his apartment key from his pocket and unlocks his door, opening it and stepping inside, turning around to face you once again, his stance mirroring your own in his own doorway.

“So, I’ll see you at the game on Saturday, then?” He stalls a goodbye.

“Yep, I’ll be there. Still deciding which brother I’m going to piss off,” you reference the earlier argument over whose jersey you’ll wear.

“Oh, that reminds me-“ Nico says before propping his door open, leaving you alone in your doorway, confused as to where he could’ve gone.

After about a minute of you standing there, wondering if he was going to come back, he returns, holding a red jersey in his hand.

“Here, figured there’s no sense in you going out and buying one if you really wanted to mess with their heads.”

He hands you the jersey in his hands, stepping back into his doorway. You unfold the jersey and notice the big black C on the upper right corner of the jersey. It was a solid red jersey, the team’s symbol in the middle, two black stripes on the forearms of each sleeve, more black accents on the shoulders of the jersey. You look up at him, a little surprised.

“I- I can’t take one of your jerseys, Nico. What if I mess it up, or spill something on it? I’ll just wear one of the many Hughes ones I own. This looks too nice to risk it,” you attempt to hand the jersey back across the hallway.

“No, I insist. I think it’ll be fun to mess around with them a little. Especially Jack, since he seemed so convinced you were going to wear his. They’ll never even see it coming,” Nico refuses.

“Okay, but if I end up getting kicked out of my apartment I’m knocking on your door to sleep on your couch.”

“My door’s always open for you.”

You look back down to the jersey in your hands, admiring how pretty it really is. You guess it would be funny to show up wearing Nico’s jersey instead of either Jack’s or Luke’s. But what if you seriously hurt their feelings? What if it affects how they play because they’re mad at you? What if they ignore you the whole game? You know the two brothers love you, but you also know how petty they can both be when mad.

“Stop overthinking it. I can see you getting lost up in that head of yours. It’s a harmless joke. They’re not going to freak out on the ice or anything. If anything I’m in more danger than you are,” Nico reassures you, scaring you a bit with how well he can read you already, only having spent a small amount of time around the man.

“You better at least score a goal if I’m risking being homeless for you.”

“How about I do you one better. If you promise to wear my jersey, I’ll score a hatty for your first ever New Jersey Devils hockey experience,” Nico offers, his eyes flashing with something you assume is delight at a challenge.

“Well then you better work on your slapshot tomorrow morning, Captain. I’ll be holding you to that Saturday night,” you take the bait.

“No need, I know I’ll have the right motivation night of to get it done. And if I don’t, well then consider it your IOU for that extravagant request you might need one day,” He responds, crossing his arms and shrugging his shoulders, the nonchalance of his body language making you hope for his failure, just so you can think of some ridiculous task for him to perform.

“Thanks for the heads up, I’ll get right to brainstorming.”

Nico lets out a small laugh, standing up straight and placing his hand on the handle of his door. “You do that. Let me know what you come up with. Have a good night, Bouy, see you Saturday.” He shuts the door before you can berate him for using the nickname you hate.

You walk back into your apartment, door shutting behind you, going straight to your room to hide the jersey before either of the boys see it, wanting the reveal to stay a surprise until Saturday. As you’re walking past the kitchen you hear Jack’s voice.

“Luke, am I stupid or did y/n call me stupid earlier?”

“Jack, think about how you just worded that question and you’ll have your answer,” you hear Luke respond as you make it past the kitchen unnoticed, making you stifle a giggle so you won’t be discovered.

Oh how you loved being back with your boys.

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leaentries · 4 months

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shield | nico hischier

summary: nico is very protective of his girl, so when someone hurts her, he takes it personally.

warnings: protective nico, physical harassment, swearing, slight violent themes

wc: 1.6k+

a/n: another 3am nico fic 🕺 this one’s a lil bit heavier than most of my nico fics, but don’t worry! i have some new spicy things coming up!

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The bar was jammed. Sweaty bodies pressed into every corner of the bricked building, the heat almost unbearable. A door in the back, propped open was your only solace, serving nicely with the winter air wafting in. Although, despite the sticky air and stench of beer, you couldn’t be happier.

You stood by Nico’s side, practically glued to him, not that he would complain. Nico loved the feeling of your body against his, it brought him comfort knowing you were safely tucked away from the world. He was over the moon, still riding the high of tonight’s win. It was a solid win too. Nico got out with a 3-point night, his ego soaring.

Now, you would never admit this sober, but you loved when he got cocky. The way his body demeanor would change and he would have a special swagger in his step. The sexy smirk that never seemed to leave his face every time his gleaming eyes would settle down to yours. It was almost embarrassing the grasp this man had on you, but you loved every second of it.

His dark shirt clung tightly to his sweaty body, the heat around you two making a visible impression.

You sat next to him at a table with some of the team, celebrating their win. Seeing the wide smile on Nico’s face made you want to take everything bad in the world and toss it away. That way Nico could smile forever.

His arm rested on your thigh, corded with thick veins, squeezed slightly, just as reassurance. You squeezed his hand back.

“You know, I still can’t believe that Merc just left like that! I was in the middle of talking too. What an ass.”

You looked over to where Jack’s voice echoed. His annoyed face set on where Dawson was talking to some girl near the bar. You felt a chuckle rise in your throat, causing you to shove your face into Nico’s arm in an attempt to smother it.

Nico looked down at you with amused eyes, “What’s so funny, schatzi?”

You let out a breath, shaking your head, “Nothing much, Neeks. Just Jacky.”

Nico glanced over his shoulder at Jack, who was still complaining to his, very bored, little brother. He nodded his head slowly in understanding. When he turned back to the table, he noticed your tired eyes.

“You tired, pretty? You’ve been awfully quiet.”

This was true, but only because you enjoyed watching Nico so much. To you, that was more entertaining than talking.

“Yep, I’m all good!” You gave him a big smile. Nico searched your eyes for any insincerity but failed to find any. Accepting your answer, he turned back to Holtz, engaging in a spirited conversation about certain plays during the game.

After half an hour or so, your drink had finally run out, your empty cup now urging to be filled. You nudged Nico’s arm, gaining his attention.

“I’m gonna go get a refill,” You shook your empty cup, proving your point.

His brows furrowed, “Want me to come with you?” His eyes flickered to the large number of people, “It’s a bit crowded over by the bar.”

You smiled at his concern, but denied his request, “No thank you, baby. I’ll be fine.”

He hesitantly agreed, placing a kiss on your temple and a quick, “Be careful,” as you left.

Shimmying your way through the dense population proved to be a lot harder than you originally anticipated, getting bumped back and forth violently. By the time you had reached the bar, you could have sworn you had whiplash.

Quickly flagging down a bartender, you ordered your drink and secured a spot to wait. You bit the inside of your cheek, suddenly feeling uncomfortable by the obvious male gazes from every direction. You could only hope that one didn’t have the balls to approach you, but alas, luck wasn’t on your side tonight.

A lean man, of about 5’8, approached you, clearly too inebriated to be thinking correctly. His scruff was patchy and gross, the tell-tail signs of a failed attempt at growing a beard. His red shirt loosely hung on his body, beer wetting the sides of it. At least, you hoped it was beer. He stumbled into the slot beside you, almost on top of you.

“Hey, sexy. What’s your name?” His voice was grating, not a sultry tone to be heard. You found yourself repulsed by his presence, now desperately wishing Nico had come with you.

“None of your business, but thanks for asking.” You gave him a snide smile, hoping he would take the very obvious hint that you weren’t interested.

“Whoa, attitude, missy. I just asked your name.”

“And I don’t care.” You rolled your eyes, the strange man not making an effort to leave.

“Damn, if you’re this feisty all the time, I know a much better way to put that mouth to use.”

Fear pitted deep in your stomach at the dark look on the man’s face. Needing toi escape, you tried to make a move to leave, but he blocked your way, now caging you to the bar top. Your breath picked up in a panic, frantically searching for someone to help. It was far too loud to call for anyone and everyone around you was already preoccupied with their own conversations.

Deciding to fight back, you lifted your arm to slap the man who was rapidly approaching you. His hand came up to grip your arm harshly, drawing a hiss from your lips as pain spiked through your wrist. Tears sprung in your eyes as you tried your hardest to free yourself from the man’s body. You felt helpless as your voice died in your throat, shutting your eyes tightly.

You prepared yourself for the worst until you felt the man’s weight abruptly leave. Your eyes shot open, seeing a blur of the man get thrown to the ground. The familiar figure of your boyfriend towered over the cowering stranger.

Nico reached down, gripping the man’s collar, dragging him to his feet, and slamming him against the nearest wall.

“What the fuck, do you think you’re doing?” Nico’s eyes were ablaze with fury, a hard look resting on his once-happy face.

“I-I don’t know man,” The stranger was gasping, obviously terrified of the much larger man holding him to the wall, “I was just trying to get some pussy, like every other guy in the bar.” His meek words only fueled Nico’s anger.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch my woman like that again. Don’t ever touch any woman like that. You’re a fucking pussy.” Nico’s voice was laced with disgust as he spat at the man. Holtz and Jack rushed over, attempting to pull Nico away. He dropped the guy, worry for you now seeping into his clouded mind.

Nico was by your side within seconds, pulling your shaking form into his arms. He tucked you under his chin, tightly holding you, “It’s okay, schatzi,” He brought up a hand to cradle your head, “You’re okay. I’m here now, Nico’s here.”

You let out a slight sob, your arms recoiling into your body as you gingerly held your bruising wrist. Nico pulled away, eyes desperately raking your body to determine the cause of your pain. Once his eyes settled on your wrist, he held out his hand, silently asking to inspect the damage.

Nico felt a new wave of anger take over his body, now practically shaking as he tried his hardest to not go beat the shit out of the guy. The man had hurt you. Hurt his girl. If it were up to Nico, that guy wouldn’t be breathing right now, but fortunately for the stranger, murder is illegal. Nico carefully guided your body to the exit, not bothering to bid goodbyes.

Only once the two of you hit the cold parking lot and the adrenaline started to wear off, did you fully begin to comprehend the severity of what had happened. A fresh batch of tears formed in your eyes, sobs rapidly pouring from your lips. Your body shook with the pure force of the cries that pierced their way through Nico’s chest.

He immediately pulled you tightly into his body, making sure to be mindful of your wrist. Nico felt his own tears well up in his eyes at your pain. He hated that he couldn’t help you, but he hated even more that he was in the building when it happened and didn’t get to you soon enough.

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Nico sniffed, “It’s all my fault this happened.”

You shook your head against his chest, slightly pulling away to look into his deeply saddened eyes, “No, don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for something you couldn’t control.”

“I knew I should have gone with you. If I was there then he wouldn’t have hurt you.” He looked away biting his lip as he tried not to cry. His broken voice stabbed your heart. It was gut-wrenching to see Nico blame himself for what that man did.

“Stop, Nico. It was not your fault,” You held his face gently, forcing him to meet your eyes, “Please, stop blaming yourself. I chose to go by myself, that’s not on you.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you were too quick, “Don’t say anything else. Please, for me? Stop.”

He nodded slowly as tears silently slid down his cheeks. Nico reached up, carefully cradling your wrist that was near his face, leaning to place a sweet kiss on the black and blue splotches.

“Let me get you home, schatzi. Wanna take care of you.”

#the captain’s girl au!#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier smut #nico hischier imagine #njd #new jersey devils #jack hughes #luke hughes #dawson mercer #leawrites💋

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storybookstr4nge · 1 year

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will solace get behind me right now you are a young child and u had the right to be weary of the underworld especially being who u are. ur allowed to make mistakes and be an accidental asshole because we all make mistakes and are accidental assholes, as long as u acknowledge where u went wrong and begin to make an effort to change, which! Will! did! Actively!!!!! he is always caring and understanding and Nico so obviously feels so comfortable around Will in a way he has not ever been shown to feel with anybody else..... will is a silly nerd boy with crazy powers. and Nico fell for that for a reason!!!!!

idk I guess it just rubs me the wrong way that other ships in the riordanverse get such different treatment.... like when annabeth displays prejudice to Percy for being a son of Poseidon because of their parents rivalries its understood because she's a child who's been brought up with this mindset, but when its Will and Nico they're held to such impossible standards of being consistently perfect..... even though they literally are like the healthiest and most realistically displayed teenage couple the riordanverse has ever had.... I just wonder (know) why this divide exists and I am upset with the sheer amount of un-nuanced takes regarding Will and Nico and this book.... like what do u guys want!!! you want queer ships to be treated the same as straight ships, and then we get mark oshiro doing that, and giving us a wonderfully flawed and wonderfully soft and sweet dynamic, and its scrutinized on every imaginable level for critiques that would never come to another pair :(

not liking tsats is okay! I don't want to force people into liking a book just because I adored it! but when all the criticisms I see of tsats are very clearly things that could be said about all the other books..... it doesn't track and is rather uncomfortable to listen to

tldr will solace I love u so dearly and I hope will and Nico get to go on their cute private lil picnic very soon

#will solace #nico di angelo #solangelo #the sun and the star #tsats #riordanverse #Percy jackson #annabeth chase #the heroes of olympus #pjo #I LOVE U SILLY SON OF APOLLO I LOVE U SILLY SUN OF HADES #GO!! BE FREE!! BE CRINGE!!! MAKE MISTAKES!!!!!

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heavenlyhischier · 8 months

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𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 | 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫

word count: 5.1k (oopsie)

summary: moving to new jersey brought more than a change of scenery to your life

warnings: angsty a lil bit, mentions drinking, drunk nico; unedited (pls let me know if you see any mistakes)

Moving to New Jersey, away from all of your family, seemed like a good idea at the time. In fact, you would even go as far as to say it was the best idea you’ve ever had, but that was until you had to haul all of your boxes and various items up to your new apartment all by yourself. You were deeply regretting the offer that your brothers had extended multiple times to come up and help you move in, but you insisted that you were a big girl and could do it all by yourself.

Luckily the elevator was working, but that didn’t help when it came to the boxes and furniture items that were so heavy you couldn’t even move them around in the truck. You had gotten all of the boxes that you could carry alone up to your apartment, but that left you standing outside the truck, staring into it as you tried to figure out just how in the hell you were going to get it all inside.

“You alright,” A voice called out from your left.

Not looking away from the job in front of you, you responded, “No. I’m about to just leave all of this in the truck and whoever can move it, can just have it. It’s too heavy for me. I’ve given up.”

The deep sigh you let out was masked by multiple airy laughs. You jerked your head to where their voices were coming from, and your eyes landed on a group of guys who were all huddled together. They were watching you with amused smiles, but you were too focused on the dark haired one to really pay attention to the others. His dark eyes met your own, and you could have sworn time stopped. He was the most attractive man you’ve ever seen with his soft eyes and floppy brown hair.

“Would you like some help,” He suggested, eyes unwavering from your own. God, he had an accent. You’re thankful your knees didn’t buckle as soon as he spoke.

“Oh no,” You quickly denied, vigorously shaking your head as you waved your hand at them, “You all are clearly hanging out. I don’t want to intrude.”

“You’re not,” The younger one with bright blue eyes spoke up, “Don’t worry.”

The four boys ignored your protests, moving around you to pick up the boxes and heavy pieces that were left in the truck. They stood in front of you, arms full and faces determined as they waited for you to lead the way. You let out a quiet huff, yet turned towards the building and held the door for them. You walked ahead, falling into a conversation with a guy you now know as Dawson.

Stepping off the elevator, you led the group of hockey players, information you gained courtesy of Dawson, towards your apartment. You heard Jack mutter something along the lines of ‘dude you’ve got a hot neighbor’ to one of the others, but you didn’t turn around to see who. Still, your cheeks flushed at his comment as you pushed the door open.

“We’ll bring the rest of your stuff up here,” Nico informed you after placing his box on the floor next to the kitchen, “You look like you could use a break.”

Suddenly, you were hyper aware of how much of a mess you probably looked like. Your hair had been sloppily thrown into a bun, and you could feel the stickiness on your neck and forehead from the sweat. You threw your glance down to the ground, crossing your arms across your chest as a way to hide yourself. Unfortunately, Nico picked up on your sudden shift in demeanor and was quick to act.

“No no,” He rushed out, delicately grabbing your elbow, “I mean that there’s already a ton of stuff up here that you moved by yourself.”

“Right,” You bashfully let out, still avoiding his stare. You should’ve known better than to assume he was picking at your appearance, but a part of you couldn’t help it.

After the boys had gotten all of your stuff out of the truck, they invited you over to Nico’s apartment, which was conveniently located right next to yours. You politely declined their offer, sputtering out some excuse about how you wanted to get some of your stuff unpacked and then just go to sleep. Truthfully, you needed time to yourself so you could call your best friend back home and tell her about your hot new hockey playing neighbor.

Days came and went and you only saw Nico once as he was leaving for practice and you were coming home from work. You had exchanged formal pleasantries and went on your own ways, the interaction leaving you wanting to see him again even more so than the first time you met him. Though it seemed as if the universe had other plans and you didn’t run into him at all, until you found yourself knocking on his door.

You nervously rocked back and forth on your heels, hands clasped behind your back as you waited for someone to open the door. Blowing out the air you had pockets in your cheeks, you glanced around the hallway before turning to go back to your apartment. You knew him being home was a long shot with the season starting soon, but you wanted to give it a try.

You heard the door click open, Nico calling out your name shortly after. His voice halted your movements as he slightly stepped out of his apartment, “Is everything okay?”

You spun back around, eyes landing on him as he leaned against his doorframe. You couldn’t help but admire the way his shirt hugged at his biceps in a way that made it look tailored to him. His sweatpants, his gray sweatpants, tight on his thighs. His hair was messy and unkept, but he still looked beautiful. You’re surprised you’re not drooling at this point.

“Um yeah,” You coughed, lightly shaking your head to rid yourself of the not so appropriate thoughts you were having of the man in front of you, “I was just going to ask for your help putting this couch together. They brought it up but I didn’t realize I would have to assemble it and I don’t really know what I’m doing. But it’s okay if you’re busy! You know what- you’re probably busy, I'm sorry. I can figure it out.”

Embarrassment crept up your neck as you rattled off words at record speed, your cheeks flushing and eyes darting back towards the ground as you turned back to your apartment. Nico’s infectious laughter bounced across the empty halls as he called out for you again, but this time you heard the click of his own door shutting and the sounds of his feet across the wooden floor.

“Of course I can help you,” He assured as he neared you, his lips turned upwards into a kind smile.

“Are you sure,” You hesitated, hand hovering over your door handle as you turned your head.

His hand came to gently grip your shoulder, his expression unwavering as he spoke, “I’ll always be available to help you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words and his touch, stomach filling with butterflies as you averted your gaze so that he couldn’t see the way your cheeks and neck flushed. It was a little embarrassing that someone you’ve barely known had such an effect on you, but there was no turning back now. You let him into your apartment, gesturing to the lump of half opened boxes that held the contents of your couch in it. A part of you felt stupid for not knowing what to do, but another part of you was more than okay with it because you got to see Nico again.

“That’s a big couch,” He joked, eyes flitting from you to the boxes.

“Yeah,” You mumbled, “My mom was convinced that I needed the biggest sectional in the world I guess.”

“Well, we better get started then.”

The two of you fell into a conversation that flowed so naturally that it was almost as if you had known each other for years. He had asked you about your family and your hometown, and you asked about his. You listened intently as he told you about his love for hockey, raving about his team and how much they mean to him. His passion for the game and the way he talked about his teammates made your heart swell, and your determination to give yourself the best life possible made him all the more attracted to you.

After about an hour, the two of you had managed to successfully assemble the three piece couch you’re almost positive would’ve taken you a few hours to do alone. Nico did most of the work, lightly pushing you out of the way when you tried to help, but you managed to at least put the back cushions on without his protest.

“Let me cook you dinner,” You spoke up after the brief lapse of silence, “As a payment for all your help.”

You watched as he hesitated, his hand that was previously running over the back of the couch halting. His back was turned to you, so you couldn’t see his expression and that made you nervous. You pulled your lip between your teeth as the silence overcame you, and just as you were about to rescind your offer, Nico finally spoke up.

“Sure, that would be nice,” He turned to you, his hair lightly flopping in his eyes, “But I’m helping you cook.”

“That’s not how that works, Nico,” You playfully rolled your eyes, missing the way his breath caught in his throat as his name rolled off your lips.

“Too bad.”

The rest of the night, the two of you talked about anything you came to mind. Laughter filled your messy apartment until the early hours of the morning, only ceasing when you picked your phone up for the first time that night and saw the time. When Nico went back to his own apartment, there was nothing that could wipe the smile off your face. Your stomach was doing flips and your heart was beating a mile a minute as you recounted the events from the night. It wasn’t until sleep finally took over that you finally calmed down.

The following days, Nico texted you as often as he could with his busy schedule. He would even come over to your apartment, or you to his, after he had practice and the two of you would hang out. The more you saw him, the more you began to develop a crush on him, but you pushed that down as far as you could because there was no way he felt the same about you. He was a hockey star. He had so much going for him, and you were just you.

Earlier in the day, you were harshly slapped in the face with the reality that there would never be anything between you and Nico. You were coming home from the grocery store when probably the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen was coming out of his apartment, heels dangling between her fingers and hair an untamed mess as she did the unmistakable walk of shame. Though, there was no shame if it was Nico Hischier one had hooked up with. Your heart fell out of your chest and to your feet as you practically ran into your apartment, eyes brimming with tears and breathing shaky. The gutted feeling settling in your stomach made you want to vomit.

Of course you felt stupid for letting it get to you the way it did, but you couldn’t help it. The last two weeks you’ve spent with him made you feel things that you hadn’t felt in a long time. He made you feel happy and lighthearted, and like you were the only girl in the world. Though, you should’ve known better than to read into it so much. He was a professional hockey player, after all. Making girls feel special and like they mattered was a skill they had all mastered, and he was no exception.

Later that night, Nico texted you asking if you wanted to come out to the bar with him and a few of the guys you had met when you moved in. You responded to him with some vague excuse of how you didn’t feel well and then turned your phone off for the night. Curling into a ball on your couch, you put the first Twilight movie on and tried to forget about the man who had effortlessly captured your heart for the night.

You’re not sure when you fell asleep, but you woke up to the sound of someone intensely knocking on your door. Eclipse was still playing on the TV, though it was almost over, and the last thing you remember seeing was Edward dropping Bella off at the police station. Throwing the blanket off, you trudged to the door and peeked through the peephole.

“What the fuck,” You mumbled when you saw Nico and Dawson on the other side.

Pulling the door open, Dawson was quick to speak up, “He wouldn’t let me take him to his own apartment without checking on you since you’re sick.”

The way Dawson’s eyes dragged over you, his brow quirking as he realized that you were, in fact, not sick made your cheeks burn. Nico was clearly heavily inebriated judging by his flushed skin, and by the way his head was lazily lolled onto Dawson's shoulder. He was also incoherently mumbling to himself, or maybe he was mumbling in German. Either way, you couldn’t understand him.

“You can tell him I’m fine,” You responded, looking back towards the blonde in front of you.

At the sound of your voice, NIco’s bloodshot eyes flashed open and he immediately stepped towards you. Your hands instinctively came out to catch him as he stumbled out of his friend's grasp.

“Y/N,” He slurred, his hands coming to find a place on your waist once he found his footing, “Are you okay? You said you were sick and then you didn’t answer for so long and I got worried.

His accent was significantly more prominent when he was drunk, so it was a little harder to understand him than normal. His grip on your waist made your stomach flip and your heart race, but you were harshly reminded of the scene from this morning as brief images flashed in your mind. Gently removing his hands from your waist, you finally met his gaze and shook your head.

“I’m fine, Nico. You should probably go home and get some sleep,” You steadily spoke, taking a step backwards to put space between the two of you.

Nico’s face fell as you put distance between the two of you, and you had to force yourself to look away from him before you pulled him into your arms. He looked jilted, lips turned downwards into a frown and eyes swimming with a mix of confusion and hurt.

“Look,” Dawson started, voice slightly hesitant, “I hate to ask this, but can you make sure he gets to his apartment? Jack’s downstairs in the car and I’m afraid he’ll try and run off into the street or something.”

You purse your lips as you maintain eye contact with Dawson, silently cursing him in your mind as he gave you an apologetic smile. Mumbling out an annoyed agreement, Dawson quickly placed a chaste kiss to your cheek before thanking you and running back towards the elevator. Finally letting yourself look at Nico again, you were met with the same defeated expression he had when you turned away from him.

“Do you have your keys,” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. Nico’s hands sloppily pat at his front and back pockets, yet all he found was his cellphone. No keys or wallet.

“Well, I guess you can stay here tonight,” You quietly huffed, opening your door so that he could pass through.

His eyes lit up as you offered him safety in your home, and he was darting in without a second thought. He staggered towards the couch, falling over the back of it and landing on the soft cushions. You couldn’t help but smile at his antics as you grabbed him a glass of water and an uncrustable from the fridge.

Walking back into the living room, you see Nico sprawled out on the couch with his face buried in between the cracks of the cushions. You took the spot next to his head and gently tapped his shoulder as a way to get his attention. However, your touch apparently startled him and he roughly flipped over and nearly knocked the cup out of your hand. Luckily, only a few droplets spilled onto the couch and rug.

“Sorry,” He mumbled, a light blush creeping up on his cheeks when he realized that happened.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it Neeks,” The nickname effortlessly fell from your lips, “Drink and eat this. It’ll help sober you up a little.”

He took the food first, inhaling it so quickly that you’re truly surprised he didn’t choke on it before he was grabbing at the cup of water. You clasped your hands in your lap, gaze staring at the small spots of water that now adorned your carpet. Your heart was beating fast and loud, the sound echoing in your ears as silence enveloped your apartment. Having a drunk hockey captain in your apartment at two in the morning was not on your daily bingo card, yet here he is.

“Did I do something wrong,” His voice came out weak and uncertain, his eyes flicking towards you before focusing back on the ground, “Are you mad at me?”

Your body tensed, back straightening and jaw clenching as his words washed over you like a cold bucket of water. Truly, Nico didn’t do anything wrong. The way you feel was entirely your own doing, and you couldn’t place that blame on him no matter how much you wanted to.

“No, Nico, I’m not mad at you,” You deeply sighed, leaning back against the couch as you closed your eyes, “And you didn’t do anything wrong.” Except for be so shamelessly and irresistibly himself.

You heard him quietly mumble something in his native language, but you didn’t have time to even pretend like you understood him before you felt his head land in your lap. Your eyes shot open, wide and confused as you peered down at the man below you. He was gazing up at you with, what looked like, admiration and a little something else you were unsure of.

“You know, you’re really beautiful,” Nico started, a ditzy smile on his face, “ You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.”

The blood instantly rushed to your cheeks, turning them a deep pink shade as you quickly glanced away from him. Despite you wanting those words to be true, you knew Nico was drunk and he was more than likely saying things to just say them. Though even then, he wasn’t exactly making it easy to get over the feelings that you had developed for him.

“Okay, Nico,” You rolled your eyes, letting your fingers card through his soft hair as you tried to push back the feeling in your chest.

“I mean it,” He pulled his brows together as if your dismissal offended him, “You are. I think you’re the sweetest, kindest, most beautiful woman in the world and I like you a lot.”

You froze as his words registered in your mind, your breath catching in your throat and hand stilling with his hair tangled in your fingers. His eyes fluttered closed and his lips parted as he let small breaths pass through them. The blood was pounding in your ears, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to form any words, but you were coming up blank. You didn’t want to read too much into what he was saying because there was no telling how far gone he was, so you decided to play it safe.

“I like you too,” You mumbled, swallowing the lump in your throat, “You’re a good friend.”

“No,” Nico shook his head on your thighs, turning to his side so that his face was shoved into your stomach and his arms were uncomfortably wrapped around your waist, “I like you more than a friend.”

“You’re drunk, Nico,” You forced out, mouth growing dry as you hastily untangled yourself from his hold, “We can talk about this tomorrow, if you even remember it.”

You scrambled off the couch, eyes lightly lined with tears. You busied yourself with making sure he had a pillow, blanket, and a cup of water before you retreated to your bedroom so you could overthink his drunken words. However, the sound of Nico’s voice had you pausing in the middle of the hallway.

“I might be really drunk, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how I feel about you.”

Needless to say, you had a hard time falling asleep. You were tossing and turning, blanket wrapped around your body in a sort of cocoon as a way to try and comfort yourself. Nico’s words were echoing throughout your brain, making it hard for you to calm yourself down enough to sleep. People say that drunk words are sober thoughts, but what if that wasn’t the case? You wanted so desperately to believe that he liked you as much as you’d like him, but all you could think of was that girl leaving his apartment not even twenty-four hours ago.

The following morning, the smell of coffee filling your nose woke you up and, though for only a brief moment, you had forgotten about the events that occurred yesterday. However, Nico’s drunken confession was back to ringing in your ears like it never left, but so were the gentle footsteps of the blonde woman you had seen when she passed by your apartment door.

Blinking back tears, you shoved the blankets off of your body and walked into your bathroom, rubbing a tired hand across your face. The light flickered on and you cringed as you took in your appearance. Your hair was tangled in knots at the back of your head, bags adorning the spots underneath your eyes from your lack of sleep. Truthfully, you looked like shit, but knowing that Nico was out in your living room was enough encouragement to put yourself together at least a little bit.

Once your hair was brushed and pulled back away from your face, and your teeth were rid of their disgusting morning breath, you made your way out of your room. Your heart was beating so hard that it felt as if it was going to beat out of your chest, the nerves lighting your skin on fire the closer you got to the front of your apartment. You briefly paused at the edge of the hallway, taking a deep breath before finally stepping into the open, but you froze at the sight in front of you.

“Good morning! I hope you don’t mind, but I made you breakfast- Well, lunch, really, as a way to say thank you for letting me stay here last night,” Nico rambled, his hands gesturing to the plate of breakfast food sitting on your dining table.

“Thank you, Nico. I appreciate it,” You managed to give him a genuine smile as you slowly approached the table, picking up the cup filled with coffee.

Taking a sip, you nearly choked on the drink as you realized it was made exactly how you liked it. You had only ever told Nico how you took your coffee once one morning after you had accidentally fallen asleep on his couch, but he remembered. It was something so small, yet the gesture itself meant so much.

“Of course,” He nervously rubbed at the back of his neck, looking everywhere but at you, “I’m uh- I’m sorry. About last night, and about whatever I did to upset you. You say you’re not mad at me, but I know you are.”

You quietly fell into the chair, blood pounding in your ears as you contemplated what you were going to say in response. On one hand, you could tell him the truth and potentially ruin the entire friendship you’d built with him. On another, you could stick with your story from last night and pretend like nothing happened. Though, if Nico knew you well enough that he could tell you were lying when he was drunk, you knew there was no use in trying to do it again now that he was sober.

“I was,” You sheepishly admitted, eyes staying trained on the plate in front of you, “But I’m not anymore. It was stupid.”

“What did I do,” He asked, voice careful and full of worry as he sat next to you. His knee brushed against your thigh, his arm laid against the table as he slightly leaned forward so he was closer to you.

“You didn’t do anything, Nico. It was my own fault,” You sighed, finally letting your gaze meet his own.

His eyes were soft, swimming with emotion as they searched your face for any sign of what was going through your mind. Your cheeks were flushed, lip pulled between your teeth as nerves shot throughout every inch of your body. He was close enough to you that you could see the faint outline of a scar on the bridge of his nose. You opened your mouth to continue, but Nico beat you to it.

“What was your fault?”

Averting your stare back to the table, you took a deep breath, hands anxiously gripping the edges of the chair. “It’s stupid, Nico. It’s not important,” You mumbled.

“Hey,” He carefully grabbed your wrist causing your wide eyes to snap back to him, “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me.”

If you thought your heart was racing before, it was doing a full on sprint now. Your skin was on fire underneath his hold, your breath catching in your throat as you tried to form any sort of coherent sentence. It was absolutely ridiculous how a small touch from the man in front of you made your brain short circuit; the ability to function completely lost in the air.

“IsawagirlleavingyourapartmentandIgotupset,” You quickly rushed out, not stopping to breath until the final word left your lips.

Nico’s face contorted with a mix of confusion, and also a little bit of amusement as well as the gears in his brain worked to decipher what exactly you had said. “I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you just said,” He lightly laughed, “I know English isn’t my first language, but I’m not sure that was English.”

“Shut up,” You groaned, embarrassment crawling across your skin as you brought both do your hands to cover your face, “I said that I saw a girl leaving your apartment yesterday and it made me upset.”

The silence that followed made your stomach twist itself into knots, anxiety flowing off of you as you waited for his response. You peeked at him through your fingers, watching as he furrowed his brows and mumbled to himself in German. The last thing you had expected him to do was laugh, though. It wasn’t an over-the-top, chest clutching laugh, but it was still a laugh and it made you angry.

Frustrated tears brimmed your eyes as the legs to the chair scraped against the floor as you pushed it back so you could stand. You knew you should have listened to yourself last night when you told yourself that Nico hadn’t meant what he said. That he was drunk and just saying things to say them. Not wanting to be around him anymore, the urge to toss the cup of coffee on him growing by the second, you turned to walk back to your room, but Nico’s hand grabbed your wrist again and tugged you towards him.

“No, wait,” He spoke, the amusement from his face gone once he noticed your glassy eyes, “I promise I’m not laughing at you, but what you think happened, didn’t. That girl- She was with Jack. Not me. I let them come to my apartment because Luke, Jack’s brother, had a bunch of people over and he didn’t want to take her there. I swear, that’s it. You can ask Jack if you’d like.”

An overwhelming sense of relief flooded your chest as his words registered, your shoulders dropping as you let your body relax. While the story might seem a bit outlandish to others, it made some sort of sense to you. You thought you had heard Jack’s voice bouncing across the halls that morning, but you were too preoccupied with your emotions to truly acknowledge it.

“Oh, okay,” You mumbled, mortification slowly working it’s way back in as you stayed under Nico’s intense gaze, “I’m sorry for ignoring you yesterday. It was childish and stupid.”

You gently pulled your wrist out of his grasp, clasping your hands together behind your back as shamefully you stared at the ground. Nico took a short step forward, hesitantly taking your jaw in between his thumb and forefinger so he could guide your eyes back up to him. He wiped at the tears that had spilled down onto your cheeks, his warm touch leaving the skin cold in their wake.

“Don’t apologize,” He lowly comforted, “I would have thought the same thing, but at least now I know you were jealous.” His tone was teasing and playful, a subtle smirk forming on his lips as he continued, “I meant what I said last night. I like you. I like you a lot.”

Swallowing thickly, you peered up at him through your lashes, your voice small and nervous, “I like you a lot, too.”

“Can I kiss you,” He whispered, eyes flitting down to your lips.

You eagerly nodded, not minding that it might’ve made you look a little desperate, because, in a way, you were. You’d been waiting for this moment since the first night you hung out with him, and you weren’t going to let your nerves get in the way of that. Although, nothing could have prepared you for the feeling that exploded in your chest when your lips finally met his. It was as if all of the misaligned pieces to your life were finally settling exactly where they were supposed to be.

#nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nhl #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #new jersey devils

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moneygramhaas · 5 months

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wrong number in which, f1 drivers make a new friend

ls2 x fem!oc

MR SATURDAY

alrighty! new gc has been made!

anyone i missed?

KMAG

nico hulkenberg is not here.

NOWINS

kevin mate i thought you hated him 💀

seen by kmag

NOWINS

i see how it is.

PASTRY

why do we need a new gc?

MR SATURDAY

because SOMEONE let zak brown in.

NOWINS

shut the frick up

MR SATURDAY

dont get hostile with me now lando

NOWINS

or what man

MR SATURDAY kicked NOWINS

I AM STUPID

oh my

what have i walked into

MR SATURDAY

nothing xx

MR SATURDAY added +# (###-###-####)

MR SATURDAY nicknamed +# (###-###-####) to POINTS FINISHER

ASS FLASHER

hello nico!

POINTS FINISHER

what who r u guys

KMAG

that is not nico hulkenberg.

NOWINS

ofc you’d know kevin your basically in love with him

seen by kmag

NOWINS

hes just mad i suppose 😂😂😂😂😂

MR SATURDAY

lando how are you back mate

6 WDC

guys that is not nico 🥲

POINTS FINISHER

u type like my mom lowk

6 WDC

im sure shes a lovely lady ☺️

AMERICA RAAH

are we ignoring tha fact that lando got kicked and still came back somehow 😭

NOWINS

yes

MR SATURDAY

KMAG added +# (###-###-####)

KMAG changed +# (###-###-####) to POINTS FINISHER (REAL)

MR SATURDAY

how is everyone getting admin all of a sudden

POINTS FINISHER (REAL)

hello

KMAG

hello nico hulkenberg.

seen by points finisher (real)

NOWINS

now you know how it feels.

seen by kmag

POINTS FINISHER

hi so ur my number neighbor 😊😊😊😊

liked by points finisher (real) !

POINTS FINISHER (REAL)

hello! 🙂

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iantherowan call me points finisher

tagged odetteblair

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lomlando without me..

>iantherowan lil bro’s guilt tripping aint work on me 😂😂

odetteblair the caption 😭🙏

>iantherowan gotta let the people know

delphineflorence the opps are coming 😱😱

>iantherowan u mean mo?

>>lomlando dog emoji..

DOG EMOJI..

u guys really went out without me … 🥺

D1 HATER

lil bro you are literally in MIAMI!!!

DOG EMOJI..

YEA FOR THE F1 RACE

SWAN LAKE

sorry we shouldve flown u out so u can come w us 🥺🥺

D1 HATER

idek what u see in that sport

it’s literally just cars driving round

DOG EMOJI..

yea but its lando norris driving around 😊😊☺️☺️☺️☺️😍😘😘😘😝😝😝😝😻😻😻😻🥰🥰🥰🥰

SWAN LAKE

ianthe how is ur points finisher thing going

D1 HATER

actually i have no idea

last time i opened it was yesterday

DOG EMOJI..

go check broski

SWAN LAKE

i second that

thumbs up by d1 hater !

POINTS FINISHER

hi 🥺🥺

NOWINS

shut up

PASTRY

lando be nice

AMERICA RAAH

hello :)

im logan

POINTS FINISHER

yea lando be nice 😡😡😡😡😡

and hi logan

i’m ianthe

AMERICA RAAH

pretty name for who i assume is a pretty girl ? 😊

APPENDIX BURST

logan the rizzler 😱😱

POINTS FINISHER

yes a very pretty girl

NOWINS

bit egotitical

POINTS FINISHER

talk to me when you can spell egotistical 💀

MR SATURDAY

hello i am george russel

MR SATURDAY nicknamed points finisher to IANTHE 🤫

IANTHE 🤫

hello mr george russel

are you a car driver

MR SATURDAY

oh dear

our cover has been blown 😱

NOWINS

we have to kick you now

IANTHE 🤫

dont talk to me lando nowins we have beef

my friends might love you but u and me?

it’s on SIGHT hoe

AMERICA RAAH

how did u know we were car drivers

IANTHE 🤫

because i’m outside your window 😈😈

jk my friend loves car racing and allat

AMERICA RAAH

hey i wouldnt be mad if you were outside my window 🤫🤫

PASTRY

feeling bold today arent we

anyways im oscar

IANTHE 🤫

hello oscar

I AM STUPID

instagram.com/iantherowan

is this you ianthe

VETTEL REINCARNATED

charles mate how did you do that so fast

its weird

I AM STUPID

its my hidden talent

NOWINS

bro ur hidden talent is getting a dnf, dns, and dsq all in one season.

and were only half way through 💀

IANTHE 🤫

yes charles that is me 😝😝

and if i were you i wouldn’t take that disrespect

I AM STUPID

you are right i should not take it

lando i am not taking your disrespect 🤬

APPENDIX BURST

you tell him charles

AMERICA RAAH

ianthe u are very pretty !

MR SATURDAY

buddy you are WHIPPED

IANTHE 🤫

i know i am logan 😝😝😝 but thank you

POINTS FINISHER

hello “number neighbor” 🙂

i am nico

IANTHE 🤫

HELLO NUMBER NEIGHBOR!!!

can we be best friends forever

POINTS FINISHER

yes we can be best friends forever

🙂

KMAG

nico hulkenberg.

POINTS FINISHER

kevin magnussen.

IANTHE 🤫

i sense a bromance… this is so crazy!

DOG EMOJI..

sooo

are they funny

D1 HATER

yes they are quite hilariously entertaining 😈😈

SWAN LAKE

bro u and these big ass words

use words we can understand

D1 HATER

okay well they are also formula one drivers

one of them is logan and he is very bold 🤭

DOG EMOJI..

WHAT F1 DRIVERS

IANTHE U HIT THE JACKPOT BROOO

also

LOGAN??? LOGAN SARGEANT???

SWAN LAKE

ianthe google him

maybe hes ur type 😱😱

D1 HATER

😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

he definitely is broo

mo take me w u to that race 😘😘

DOG EMOJI..

STOPPP

😭😭

SWAN LAKE

the switch up is crazy

D1 HATER

ssssshhhhhh 🤫🤫🤫

———————————————————————

↳ vienna speaks !

hey so…. i disappeared for like a million years 🤫🤫 but i hope this makes up for it even though its pretty short :) this is gonna be a series so expect more parts!

tags : @landitolover @d6za1 @amoosarte 💕

#moneygramhaas #f1 #formula1 #f1 x reader #formula one #formula one x reader #formula 1 x reader #logan sargeant #ls2 #logan sargeant x reader #ls2 x reader #logan sargeant fic #ls2 fic #f1fic #f1 imagine #formula one imagine #formula one fic #logan sargeant imagine #ls2 imagine

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babydollmarauders · 6 months

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MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (23-24 SZN PART 10)

au masterlist

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 🚨🚨 NEW UNCLE HAT TRICK 🚨🚨

TYLER ‘TOFFEE TRUFFLE’ TOFFOLI GOT HIS FIRST DEVILS HAT TRICK!! just coming off his first goal as a devil, too! GO NEW UNCLE!! YOU SLAYED TONIGHT, QUEEN! first slide was my reaction to his empty net hatty goal!!

but before those three goals could happen, we had to kick off the scoring somehow! and what better way to do it than with a Holtzy goal!! congrats on your first of the season!!

and squished in there between those three goals, CAPTAIN SWISS GOT HIS FIRST GOAL OF THE SEASON! TWICE! one goal WAS taken away for goalie interference— but don’t worry your slutty lil mind, Neeks, because it still counts in my heart!

my not-so-sweet, bff4l-ttylxox, maraschino cherry got a penalty for roughing— i missed what he actually did because i was climbing into the penalty box (btw if you have pics of that, please delete them, i can’t have evidence of me breaking into jail), but i’ve decided in my head that he punched a guy to defend me. and if he didn’t… what a bitch

and of course, who would i be if i didn’t point out that MY BOYFRIEND IS THE FIRST PLAYER TO GET 14 POINTS IN THE OPENING 5 GAMES OF A SEASON SINCE MARIO LEMIEUX IN 1992! whew, try saying that 10 times fast! the love of my life had FOUR primary assists tonight (on all 3 of uncle Toff’s goals and on captain’s goal!)! MY MAN, THANK YOU TO MY MAN!

p.s. i swear i feed him

p.p.s. we have no enemies of tonight, because none of the habs really played great… so i would just like to point out that, though not pictured here, I SAW MY TEDDY BEAR, COLE CAUFIELD TONIGHT! he seemed happy to see me! until i showed him my french? idk why that upset him so much

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holtz_10 thank you, y/n!!

y/ndevils00 well this is awkward

holtz_10 i’m not sure i understand how

y/ndevils00 you gave me nothing to work off of. how am i supposed to show my personality if all you say is “thank you”?

holtz_10 oh, i know! Nico gave me answer to this one: you don’t.

y/ndevils00 @/nicohischier am i a joke to you?

dawson1417 I MADE IT

y/ndevils00 you’re such a meme, i love you 🫶

dawson1417 thanks, i was born this way!

y/ndevils00 never change, sugar muffin!

user19 so who has the pics of y/n climbing into the penalty box?

colecaufield YOU CALLED ME YOUR “LITTLE CABBAGE HEAD”

y/ndevils00 well yeah, but i said “JE T’AIME, mon petit tête de chou.”

colecaufield saying you love me does not make it better

y/ndevils00 yes it does?

colecaufield how?

y/ndevils00 because i said so?

colecaufield @/jackhughes take her home. i don’t want her in my country anymore

y/ndevils00 I WAS BORN HERE! YOU’RE AMERICAN!

john.marino97 i wish i could say i was shocked when i got to the penalty box and you were sitting on the floor, but nothing you do surprises me anymore

y/ndevils00 awww that’s so sweet!

john.marino97 that wasn’t a compliment

y/ndevils00 it’s okay to not act tough <3 you can compliment me

john.marino97 i’m beginning to worry you don’t know what compliments are

nicohischier i wasn’t worrying at all, but nice to know. it’s appreciated ❤️ love you

y/ndevils00 love you too! hey, i have a picture of you bent over, do you wanna see it?

nicohischier i take it back, please move back to canada

y/ndevils00 well that was mean :( you could’ve just said no :(

nicohischier fine, i’m sorry. no, thank you

y/ndevils00 okay! i just sent it to you!

nicohischier why do i bother?

user83 i would do anything to see Marino’s face when he walked into the penalty box and just saw y/n there waiting for him

y/ndevils00 it was a little like this: 🤨😐😑🙄!

jackhughes YOU don’t even feed me. i feed YOU!

y/ndevils00 that’s cause you make the money and i look pretty and make jokes!

jackhughes and you do such a good job!

y/ndevils00 thank you, i know!

jackhughes well that’s a bit conceited

y/ndevils00 you’re one to talk, mr. mirror ***

jackhughes THAT WAS FOR YOU AND YOU KNOW IT

y/ndevils00 IT WAS YOUR IDEA

jackhughes AND YOU LIKED IT

y/ndevils00 yeah, i did *insert debby ryan gif*

tofff73 Cat says i did indeed “slay tonight” ?? whatever that means

y/ndevils00 ask her to marry me

tofff73 she’s MY wife?

y/ndevils00 okay and? what, are you against love?

tofff73 no, i’m against you stealing my wife

y/ndevils00 you are no longer slaying tonight. you ran out of slay. you are flopping. you’re in your flop era.

tofff73 i kissed your boyfriend a few days ago and then got a hat trick, what did you do?

y/ndevils00 i did other things to my boyfriend and i’ll get a hat trick tonight

tofff73 you don’t even play hockey?

john.marino97 how are you so innocent? you’re 31

tofff73 @/john.marino97 i’m so lost

dawson1417 probably better if you keep it that way, dude

trevorzegras can’t believe you saw Cole before you saw me

y/ndevils00 not my fault we played the french before the quackies 🤷‍♀️ take it up with buttman

trevorzegras it’s *bettman

y/ndevils00 oh, i know

trevorzegras how do you still have a job?

y/ndevils00 nepotism

trevorzegras oh yeah

user68 this is the second time y/n has used this joke, WHO IS SHE A NEPO BABY OF?!

lhughes_06 you yelled at me

y/ndevils00 you knocked down my teddy bear

lhughes_06 I DIDNT MEAN TO! AND IT’S MY JOB!

y/ndevils00 WELL I WANT YOU TO SUCK AT YOUR JOB WHEN YOU PLAY AGAINST MY FAVORITE FAKE CANADIAN

_quinnhughes you said i was your favorite fake canadian!

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes and you are!

_quinnhughes you just said Cole is your favorite!

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes no i didn’t

_quinnhughes are you trying to gaslight me? when there’s literal proof?

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes no! (is it working?)

_quinnhughes yes, you are! (no)

y/ndevils00 @_quinnhughes (damnit)

#media management au!#media management series <3 #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s insta edits <3 #faithlynn’s writings <3

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bendycxmet · 19 days

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Crowd—Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Summary: You watch as Wolfwood tries to find you in a crowd.

Word Count: ~1.5k

Pairing: gn!reader x Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Content: down bad reader and Wolfwood, mainly fluff, gets a lil cheesy but oh whale

A long day of traveling calls for a long lunch break, you and Wolfwood decide. Tucking yourselves into a restaurant at the edge of town, Wolfwood lets a low whistle out at the populated cafe.

“Just our luck to pick possibly the most popular restaurant in town when we’re starving.”

Your stomach grumbles aggressively at the smell of fresh food wafting in from the kitchen. Your nose twitches. Ahh, grilled Tomas. You cast your eyes to the menu hanging from the wall, immediately honing in on the longest description. You wanted something filling as a reward for the amount of steps you’ve accumulated for the day.

“Mind ordering me the Tomas Special? Gril-”

“Grilled with a side of hot sauce. Want some fruit juice too?” Wolfwood finishes. You smile at his thoughtfulness, nodding.

“Exactly that. You already know me.” You pinch his side, Wolfwood yelping and jolting out of your reach. “I’m gonna go find us a table before someone takes our chance to rest our feet.”

“Don’t go too far, sweetness.”

You wave your hand behind your back, focused on your search for a table. You find a tabletop outside, right beneath some fans. Perfection. You take a seat, watching as Wolfwood walks up to the counter to place your guys’ order. Your mind wanders, disassociating from your surroundings as you observe every detail that is Wolfwood.

His long eyelashes caressing his sternful eyes, the gentle slope of his bumpy nose, leading you to his plump lips forming the words of your order. You gaze down to his lean but broad shoulders that constantly tote the monster of a cross across his back, his long legs that are in a wide stance, demanding space and authority from those around him. Your eyes catch on his sturdy hands that quickly grasp the change that the cashier hands to him, pocketing it as he turns to look around the cafe.

You decide to toy with him for a bit, letting him look around for you. You wanted to continue your ogling a bit longer. His sunglasses are for once not obscuring his eyes, but instead hanging from his coat pocket. Wolfwood’s regal face is set in a way that the crowd flows around him, choosing to not get in the way of someone whose looks could kill. If you didn’t know him, you’d also avert your eyes.

Instead, you lean your hand against your fist, softly smiling at the man you call your own. Whenever you are separated, you love to watch the people around Wolfwood as he searches for his other half. Wolfwood has a mission, and that is to be at your side again.

“Why don’t you make it easier for me to find you in this hell? Raise your hand next time, sheesh,” Wolfwood admonishes you.

“That’s no fun, Nico. You look ready to murder someone if you don’t find me within the next minute, yanno that?”

“So what I’m hearing is you do want me to put someone six feet under? Never took you to be violent, babe.” You shove him, only able to push him one foot away with how sturdy he is. If you didn’t know better, he let you push him so far. He chuckles at your antics.

“Not what I mean! It’s just fun to see what you look like to other people when you aren’t looking at me.” He goes silent. You peer up at him, wondering where the usual witty remark is. You smirk at his pink cheeks. “Aw, is someone embarrassed?”

“Ugh, shove it.” He looks away, mumbling his next sentences. “Can’t fault a guy for wanting to look at his sweetness. You’re a sight for sore eyes compared to the uglies that wanna test me.”

“Ohh, so you’re calling me pretty??”

He rolls his eyes before looking down at you, lips quirked, silently answering your question.

You laugh at how childish he acted early in your relationship. It took some time to thaw the ice that surrounded Wolfwood, ice that had formed as a result of a hard life that he rarely spoke of. So it was no surprise when it was hard for him to admit his feelings for you, especially such soft and tender ones.

He wasn’t familiar with the warmth he felt whenever you smiled at him, wrongfully diagnosing his racing heart as a premonition to some unseen danger in the area instead of feelings of love. That was uncharted territory for him. He was glad now that he could show you just how important you were to him. Now where the hell are they?

A sudden, melodic laugh alerts his senses to his right, eyes finally seeing a charming sight. His eyes skip over the mounds of heads that stand in the way of you leaning against your hand, a graceful smile painted across your face as you watch him. Your eyes are half-lidded, a serene yet distracted look hidden beneath your lashes.

His heart stutters. He hates when it does that. He’d been trained ruthlessly to maintain an even and lethal composure in his day-to-day work by the Eye of Michael, but when it comes to you, years of training are forgotten. He knows the admiration etched in your entire body comes from watching his every move. It’s what he sees everytime you two look at each other. You look at him as if he was better to look at than the setting suns.

Your smile deepens, eyes crinkling as you watch Wolfwood’s stony facade melt. He has never turned that predatorial intent on you, only ever offering you the soft, slight joy that is carved into his features when he sees you.

His long strides carry him to you in no time, dragging his stool closer to your side. He sits down close enough that your knees touch, an affirmation that he is next to you.

“You’re just never gonna wave me down, huh?”

“Nah, don’t feel like it.” Wolfwood hangs his head, sighing. A couple beats of comfortable silence pass. You blink slowly at the hustle and bustle of the cafe, watching customers waving their receipts at the waiter. Are they killing the Tomas out back? What is taking so long? You manage to hear one of the angry customers ask.

“You did it again.”

“Did what?” Wolfwood looks up.

“You walk around like you own the place. Hell, the whole town. People move out of your way. You got that much power without realizing it, Nico.” He cocks his head at you. Of course he doesn’t notice. “You’re scary. These people know without you even saying it that you can be a liability.” You let out a short laugh.

“Hey, what’s the big idea? You just said I’m scary!”

“Yeah, but never to me. I know where your technique comes from.” He leans into your space now, eyes fully focused on you, gaze sweeping over your features. His fingers play with yours on the table, lightly lacing your hands together.

“Oh, you know me that well? I can say you don’t know the half of it,” Wolfwood brings his lips to your knuckles, grazing them softly. You recognize him trying to turn the tables, trying to steer you away from your analysis.

“Did you know you look at me as if I put the moons in the sky? Or if I was one of the stars decorating the night sky?” Your comparisons stem from the way that Wolfwood looks when night falls: peaceful. Almost glad that the darkness helps hide whatever burdens he still carries.

He brings your hand up to cover his face, knuckles now brushing his forehead. Maybe that was too poetic on your end. “I know without you even saying it that you love me, Nico. It’s written all over your face–is what I’m trying to say.”

He rubs his forehead against your hand. “...maybe you do know the half of it.” A quick peck to your lips throws you for a loop for the first time that day. He separates only by an inch, ensuring that the next couple of words are for your ears only. “Let me say it out loud, then. I love you.”

“ORDER NUMBER 56 FOR NICOLE! GRILLED TOMAS SPECIAL AND A TOMAS BURGER!”

Groaning, Wolfwood’s head falls onto your shoulder.

“That idiot of a cashier can’t hear for his life.” You chuckle, hand coming up to pet his hair.

“Whatever you say, Nicole. Now hurry up and get our food before someone snatches it.”

With that, Wolfwood kisses the side of your neck before jogging to the counter.

You rub where his lips were, heart racing. Damn him. He always manages to leave you speechless.

a/n: yeah i needed to distance myself from my upcoming vash smut so woe wolfwood fic be upon ye

divider by saradika

masterlist

#trigun #tristamp #trigun stampede #trigun x reader #wolfwood x reader #wolfwood x reader fluff #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader fluff #bendycxmet writes

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screech-bling · 10 months

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i finished TSATS a couple hours ago and i have a lot to say on some of the shit it’s been getting (keep in mind, i truly did not care abt solangelo before this novel… so this isn’t even coming from a solangelo stan)

TSATS SPOILERS

on nico’s characterization:

- before reading TSATS, i was the FIRST person to complain abt fanon nico. i’ve always HATED when ppl make him dark humor-y and proud and stuff bcz he literally grew up a catholic in 1930s. in the HoO and lowkey ToA era, his ass was NOT frequently making gay jokes and “lol i’m so dead inside” jokes

- i like how in ToA we get to see him be slightly less brooding than in HoO, bcz it shows us that he’s evolving as a person (kinda like real three dimensional human beings tend to do)

- in TSATS, with him now being in a healthy relationship and a safe environment, i think it’s fair to assume he’s changed. i would say the change was fast… but he’s a teenager, and coming from another teenager… im a completely different person than i was 3 months ago so honestly i can 100% believe it

- the one nico characterization thing i didn’t love was his talk w/ piper (and the lil nas x thing but i like to pretend that didn’t happen) … it was pushing it. but i’ll allow it bcz i imagine it could be beneficial to some kids… just wish that same message could’ve been conveyed through will or something?

on will’s characterization:

- i don’t think it’s fair to say he was just “dumbed down” or being an asshole… he was in tartarus. and he spends 90% of the book being injured or severely exhausted.

on them being cringe:

they’re teenagers and it’s a middle grade book. if ur gonna tell me u wouldn’t have said that kinda shit in ur first or second relationship as a teenager… ur fuckin lyin.

on them being a percabeth “rip-off”:

honestly, i truly thought this was the case until they started genuinely bickering. that’s when i realized that they’re a completely new archetype to the riordanverse… a VERY fresh and nuanced one at that.

- love for percabeth comes easy, percy’s bullshittery is endearing, annabeth’s know-it-all-ness(???) is endearing, they’re obsessed with each other 100% of the time. even when the other does something stupid it’s always “i was annoyed, but i love them so much”.

- for solangelo, they have moments where they are genuinely just annoyed and frustrated with each other because- say it with me now- they’re three dimensional!!! not every couple is percabeth, not every couple has to be percabeth, and not every couple should be percabeth. they’re very sweet (they’re my favorite ship in all of riordanverse btw), but also pretty unattainable and rare in the real world.

- i also think it should be noted that percy and annabeth went through a lot of their trauma together vs. will and nico, who didn’t experience most of their trauma together… so instead of it bringing them closer like percabeth’s might, it puts a strain on them.

in conclusion: TSATS is my second favorite percy jackson book. (my first being HoH)

⭐️ ☀️

#TSATS was not even bad guys calm down #don’t let the milennial humor ruin it all #and don’t let the concept of characters (who are teens) changing jumpscare u #rick riordan #riordanverse #rrverse #pjo #hoo #toa #the sun and the star #tsats #tsats rant #tsats spoilers #solangelo #percabeth

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ladylooch · 11 months

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Green Devil with Nico Hischier

A/N: I’m feeling a lil angsty Nico RN. Like I love fluff, but I wanted a little bit of sass from him.

This is part of What My World Spins Around AU. Catch the rest on my masterlist here.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: Swearing, jealousy, lil angsty, hinting at smut cause it’s me.

Tonight, I’m living.

Someone bought my coffee in line at the drive thru this morning. Nico is home, and my best friend from high school, Connor, is in town for work. I’ve been dying for Nico and Connor to meet since we started dating, but the timing never seemed to work until Connor texted me last week that he had some time on his next trip. Once I saw Nico was in town, I jumped at the offer.

“I’m really excited for you to meet Connor!” I bubble to Nico as we walk down the sidewalk towards a trendy, Tapas bar.

“Me too.” Nico responds as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. I shiver, clutching his side to try and suck some of the warmth from his body. “Remember I need to leave by 9 though. If you want to stay later, that’s cool with me.” He grasps the handle of the door, opening it for me to walk in. He gives my ass a discreet slap as I go in front of him. I toss a suggestive look over my shoulder that he receives while biting his lip.

If I wasn’t so caught up in myself, I would have taken note of the immediate change in Nico when Connor and I rush to embrace each other. Connor wraps me in a tight hug that causes me to miss the irked expression on Nico’s face about how close his hands are to my ass.

“You look incredible.” Connor smiles widely, taking me in from head to toe. I pose for a second as a joke while he keeps his hands on my hips.

“Find a NHL captain and you too can be this happy.” I turn to Nico who has pasted a polite smile on his face that doesn’t quiet meet his eyes. “Babe, this is Connor. Connor, Nico.”

“Hey man, nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” Nico extends a hand. They shake firmly. Connor breaks first.

“You too, man.” Connor juts his chin out in acknowledgment at Nico, then crosses his arms over his chest. “They’re just getting our table cleaned.”

“Oh, okay.” I nod. “So tell me all about Miami. I am dying to hear about your new condo.”

“Unreal views. You should come down next month. We can have a fun weekend together. Get wasted on expensive tequila like Cabo.”

“Oh my god, no.” I hide my face.

“She legally cannot step foot in that resort again.” Connor says to Nico, snickering.

“Long story.” I shake my head, red tinging my cheeks. I’ve never told Nico about it because it’s still so cringy and embarrassing. Connor motions like he’s spewing vomiting. I slap his bicep to give him a warning. “Stop. Seriously.”

Luckily, the host is ready to show us to our table. We spend the rest of the night chatting. Connor and I reminisce about our old high school friends we have lost touch with. We stalk their Facebook pages and Instagrams, laughing at how the more things change the more they stay the same in our hometown. Nico is quiet, but that’s normal with people he doesn’t know well. He seems to be content with fading into the background. At least I thought so.

“I think I’m going to head out.” Nico begins to put his jacket on as Connor and I look over the dessert drink menu. I turn to him, surprised. I check my Apple Watch, seeing it’s barely 8pm.

“Oh okay. Are you okay?” I ask, lowering my voice while I examining him for signs of distress. He seems fine. Maybe he’s just tired?

“Yep. Have a good night, baby.” He barely presses his lips to mine before he pulls away, leaving me with unsatisfied, puckered lips. He tells Connor it was great meeting him as he tosses a few hundred dollar bills on the table for the bill. When his body moves from beneath my fingers, I feel an uneasy chill from his absence. Something doesn’t feel right about this. Connor doesn’t notice and dives back into his persistence of me coming to visit him in Miami next month.

“Um…” I cut him off. “Sorry. I’ll be right back.” I say abruptly, grabbing my coat and purse before rushing to the front of the restaurant. The cold air blasts me, stealing my breath as I look to the left where Nico is about to turn into the parking lot.

“Nico.” I call after him, hustling to catch up with his long strides. “What is up with you?” I ask him breathlessly, reaching for his hand and pulling him to a stop. “And what was that kiss?” I wrinkle my nose in displeasure.

“I’m just tired. It’s been a long week.” His shoulders are rolled inwards as he talks to me, grimacing against the cold wind whipping down at us. I sigh, not liking the way he looks above my head.

“Neeks, you seem upset with me.”

“I’m not.” He shrugs, licking his lips and continuing to avoid eye contact. I cross my arms at his chilly attitude. A realization comes over me at the slight scowl on his face.

“Are you… jealous?” I ask with a small smile.

“No, just… have fun with your friend.” He scoffs, shoving his hands in his pockets. He looks away from me and down the street. I can see his jaw tense as he grits his teeth.

“Wow….” I trail off with a breezy laugh. I step closer, biting my bottom lip. “You look pretty green for red being your team’s color.” I set my hands on his hips, wrapping my arms around his back. I secure myself to him tightly, resting my chin on his chest so I’m looking up at his face. “Babe, look at me.” I soften my voice so he knows I’m done teasing. He licks his lips exasperatedly, then turns his sour, scrunched face to me. I raise my eyebrows, signaling I’m waiting.

“Fuck yeah I’m jealous.” He finally scoffs out. At least he wraps his hands around me, pushing me tighter to him.

“Why?” I can’t even begin to fathom why he feels that way. He’s the sweetest, handsomest, dreamiest man I have ever laid eyes on.

“I feel like he knows you better than me. And I hate that.” I snort, leaning forward to press my forehead to his chest. Nico silently watches me when I pull back.

“Every one of those jokes and stories are from before you.” I pause, waiting for him to soften. When he doesn’t, I continue. “He knows nothing about me anymore. You’re my life now. Not high school football games and Applebee’s late night happy hour.”

“But Miami?” He rolls his eyes.

“I won’t go. It’s obviously bothering you, so it’s not worth it. You’re my priority.”

We stare at each other until Nico finally sighs, looking away at the busy street behind me. I get closer, onto my tip toes, then tenderly pressing my lips on his throat. People pass around us, the world continuing on as we hold each other. I work my mouth up to the nook of his shoulder and neck. I open my mouth a little more, sucking his skin into my mouth. His shoulders relax, head meeting mine as his hands grip my back tighter. I pull away just before I mark him, pressing my nose to the wet spot. I run my hand across his shoulder to the back of his neck and cradle his head. A heavy exhale from him ends our hug.

“Okay.”

“Will you come back with me?”

“No, but you should stay. For real. Spend time with him… then come home to me.” His eyes darken with hunger as he brushes my hair behind my ear, holding my cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes, then leans down to capture our lips together. This is the kiss I needed from him earlier. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth, running his tongue along the plumped skin. I’m intoxicated when we pull apart. I stare at the lapels of his jacket.

“Maybe… I wanna come home now.” He smirks at me as I pull my phone out and text Connor a quick lie. “I’m suddenly soooo sick.” Nico leans his head back to laugh towards the sky.

“Let’s go needy girl.”

#nico hischier #nico hischier blurb #nico hischier fic #hockey writing #my writing #nhl fan fiction #new jersey devils

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they-stare-i-ship · 4 months

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I finished reading the atlas paradox

and now you're subjected to my SPOILERY thoughts.

Parisa Kamali: I love Parisa, I have loved her since the first book. I LIKE HER SO MUCH she's funny she's mean she's cool she's kind. She's incredibly powerful. She's so interesting and I really enjoyed how she slowly became "her royal softness". Whenever we have her pov it's so fun. I love how she's not scared of Atlas and how she challenged him. I can't wait to see what she does in the next book. I'm actually excited to see how Dalton has changed and how she reacts to them in the next book. Her relationship with Nico makes me so feel so nice. I also need her to be kiss Reina sometime in the next book.

Nico de Varona: he's been my annoying lil baby since the first book. I loved how he became more fleshed out in this book. I loved how lonely he got, his relationship with Reina and Tristan really intrigues me. HE'S SUCH A CHILD sometimes and I love him for it. Obviously I have spent the two books insane bc I knew he was in love with Gideon, I just knew it and they're just *chef's kiss* also speaking of his relationship with people, I think him and Libby will be stunning as besties, I truly cannot perceive them as romantic. They act so sibling like or even just asshole bestie like.

Reina Mori: when we started with this series I actually had more hopes from her. I feel like she didn't do much (especially in book 2) and my girl really doesn't understand communication. If she just talked to people sigh. But honestly her God thing, I am down. Go off, I'm excited to see her go off the rails bc people didn't talk to her the way she could have understood. I am low-key in love with how funny the duo of Reina and Callum is, tbh. I also get major ace vibes from her.

Libby Rhodes: honestly she was my second least favourite amount the six when we started. She desperately needed the corruption arc we got in the later half of the book. I think I will like her a lot more now. Her crush on belen was stunning to read. I can't wait for Libby to fuck shit up, literally fuck everyone up. And I genuinely truly deeply want her relationship with Nico to just be friendship. Friendships are equally as important and the fact that the universe made them parallel to eachother is my favourite thing.

Callum Nova: honestly I didn't really like him much during the first book, he was fine but we had more interesting characters. BUT DAMN CALLUM NOVA POST HEARTBREAK?? ~~ exquisite ~~ he's so fucking funny and hopeless and sad and pathetic. he is so desperate for love and so upset that he was denied it. He's my pathetic lil meow meow. Also I would LOVE to see him use his powers more in the future. As we keep learning about it, I keep loving him. Also I need Tristan to beg Callum to take him back.

Tristan Caine: actually I didn't enjoy his povs at all in the first book, I couldn't wait for them to be over. He is still my least favourite among the six but in the second book he was more interesting and fun. I'm a lil anxious of how Atlas is gonna use him and his powers. I don't care much of him but I want him to beg Callum or regret it for the rest of his existence. Also I hate LibbyTristan as a romantic permanent thing, they can fuck around and have fun but pls end at that.

Gideon Drake: I have loved him since day 1. He was the softer kinder balance to Nico's aggressive and abrasiveness. He is so interesting, his origin and his powers. I spent both the book wishing we had more of him. Now that we are out of the library maybe he'll get to play a more active role in the book. I am obsessed with Gideon (bc Nico is obsessed with Gideon) I love the tidbits we learn about Gideon like how Libby always liked him more or how max travelled with him for the rescue of the "prince". I want Gideon to have everything he wants, that's all.

Atlas Blakeley: I have been think of Giancarlo Esposito as Atlas the entire time. There's no explanation it's just vibes

Ezra: I'm glad he's dead 💖

#Reina mori #nico de varona #libby rhodes #tristan caine #callum nova #parisa kamali #the atlas six #the atlas paradox #the atlas complex #the atlas trilogy #the atlas series #olivie blake #lgbt books #atlas blakely #gideon drake #nicogideon #novacaine

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honkygay · 10 months

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my style changed a lil so i wanted to do a slight redesign of my nico and will especially will cuz hes changed in every drawing so far💀 so i thought one last design and then we stick to it. so here we are.

#honkygaydraws #pjo #nico di angelo #niccolo di angelo #will solace #william andrew solace #solangelo #tsats #no spoilers #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #my babies…#sweeties

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day-dreamsinthedark · 2 years

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I have a head canon that Sally finds out about butterfly pea flower tea and she's just v excited for Percy to try it because it's NATURALLY blue and it's healthy!!!

If you don't know what that is, it's this stuff:

Sally finds a way to make it just right every time

So naturally, Percy decides it's a new go-to

Will ask everyone to try it because "look, it's blue and my mom made it."

Annabeth just loves that Percy's a tea guy now

it's a little funny to see this tall, messy skater kid walking around with his lil pretty blue water bottle

Grover very nonchalantly mentions to everyone that lemon changes the color from blue to purple

Nico decides that this is a challenge

And he manages to rope Hazel into it

And then Leo is involved for some reason

And nothing bad happens obviously but every now and then, there's a very grumpy Percy walking around with a purple drink in hand

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it's literally been YEARS since I've read any of the Riordanverse books apologies if any of this is just out of character (I miss them and this was the first thing that came to mind when I found out what butterfly pea flower tea was lol)

#percy jackson #nico di angelo #percy jackon and the olympians #sally jackson #pjo headcanon #grover underwood #riordanverse #percabeth #leo valdez #hazel levesque #annabeth chase

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leaentries · 6 months

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Red | jack hughes

backstory - next

summary: when jack meets a bombshell of a girl, his life is bound to change.

warnings: swearing, lil bit of arrogant jack

wc: 2k+

a/n: welcome to my new series! this will follow jack and red as they navigate through the ins and outs of new love. if you have any requests or thoughts regarding jack and red, please send them in!

His world was flipped the second he met her. His Red.

Live chattering filled the dimly lit bar, as a certain chill settled in the cracks of the wooden walls. Winter did not come to play this time of year. The howling wind could still be heard over the loud voices in the room. With every creak of the front door, more frigid air rushed in, gripping whoever was near.

Bright noses and ears scattered about the patrons, who eagerly down their alcohol in an attempt to warm up the frosted bones beneath. The old dinky clock on the back wall lamely rang as the time hit the hour. It was officially the next day, yet Jack and his team still swarmed the back left corner of the room.

Joy was very evident to whoever gazed upon the mass of hockey players, or anyone who paid any attention to the TVs in the room. The New Jersey Devils had just won their best game thus far, winning by a complete shutout against their rivals. To say they were pumped would be an understatement.

Strong bodies and their accompanied ladies made their way to the dance floor, leaving behind the select bachelors of the bunch. Although adrenaline still coursed through his veins and he was still riding the high of winning, Jack couldn’t help but watch as his teammates celebrated with their partners.

The lowly sound of Nico and Dawson’s conversation echoed in and out of Jack’s ears. Now, Jack knew, regardless of how shallow it seemed, that he could easily have his choice of bunny to dance with. Truth be told, he had begun to grow tired of hooking up with random girls every weekend.

Jack craved something deeper. He craved something real. So, there he sat, in the back booth with a beer in his hand, secretly wishing he had his own girl by his side.

❥.

Another hour or so had passed, the clock now reading 1:15 a.m., yet the team seemed to have every intention of shutting the place down. Another round of shots was brought to the table, courtesy of Erik, causing a new rise of cheers to be heard. Jack jumped slightly, as Dawson shoved a small glass of brown liquid into his hand.

“C’mon, man! What’s up with you?” Dawson questioned as he noticed Jack staring into the glass. Jack was quick to plaster a small, but convincing smile on his face.

“Nothing. I’m all good, just a bit tired after the game, that’s all.” Dawson looked skeptical and opened his mouth to say something, but was quickly cut off as Jack swiftly drank the potent liquid.

“Atta boy, JackJack!” Dawson’s attention moved away from Jack as Luke showed him something on his phone.

A deep sigh left Jack’s throat, easing the burning sensation. His eyes traveled around the bar, this time noting that they seemed to be the last ones left. He wanted to go home, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave as he saw how happy his team looked.

Jack excused himself from the table, opting to go recoup in the bathroom for a few peaceful moments. Making his way towards the other side of the bar proved to be more difficult when he had drunk hockey players flinging themselves as he passed. Jack continued his way through, ignoring all of the concerned looks he got as he pushed his friends off.

He picked up his pace, practically slamming the bathroom door closed once he was inside. He let his hands rest on the sink as he attempted to even out his breathing. Jack wasn’t even completely sure why he was freaking out in the first place. It’s not like he has to be single, he has lines of women at his beck and call.

But, there is something different about the emptiness in his chest that he just can’t seem to shake tonight. Jack turned on the faucet, gently patting his face with some cool water to help dissipate the redness covering his cheeks and neck.

He reached over to grab a paper towel when the door slammed open. Jack turned around abruptly, clearly startled by the sudden intrusion. But what caught him off guard the most was, not the interruption, but the fact that it was a girl. In the men's bathroom.

“Excuse me?” Jack exclaimed, visibly irritated by the girl. The girl's eyes widened, before stepping back to look at the sign on the door.

“Oh shit!” She met Jack’s eyes with an awkward laugh, “Apparently this isn’t the women's bathroom.”

Jack rolled his eyes, “Great observation there, genius.”

The girl raised her eyebrows in surprise at his snappy tone. She understood her mistake, but that did not give him a reason to be rude. Before saying anything, she took into account who he was. Not that it mattered, but she did not want to start beef with Jack Hughes.

She remained silent, her lack of response egging Jack on.

“Look, I get it. You’re a fan, but I’m trying to have some privacy. The least you could do is respect that. You didn’t have to barge into the bathroom just to see me.”

Oh hell no.

It occurred in that moment, that she no longer cared who he was. The arrogance melted in waves off of him and she needed to snuff that out real fast.

“I don’t know who the hell you think you’re talking to, but it sure ain’t me.”

Jack was taken aback by her rebuttal, not failing to note the southern twang in her voice. He then realized how insanely attractive the fuming girl was. Her flaming ginger hair fell in waves down her back, which provided a stark contrast to her bright green eyes. They were big and round, yet held so much fire. Her nose was small, yet curved up slightly, creating a slope. Jack found himself wanting to trace his fingers down it.

He was snapped back into reality as her vibrant red lips opened once more.

“Don’t get me wrong, I know who you are, Jack Hughes,” She mimicked, “But If I wanted to see your dick that bad, I’d have no problem getting you in my bed.”

Jack scoffed, “Oh is that so?”

She took a few steps forward.

“It’s no secret you get around Jack,” She brought her hands around his shoulders, “Your dick is more famous than you at this point.”

Jack would be lying if he denied the jolt that his cock made at her comment.

“You know, Red, you shouldn’t talk about my dick if you don’t plan on giving it attention.” Jack wasn’t sure what changed his mood, possibly the most sexy woman he had ever seen talking about his cock. Maybe a hookup wouldn’t be the worst thing to come of the night.

A wicked grin found its way to her full lips as she brought them to his right ear. Her body pressed against his deliciously. With a low whisper, she replied, “Like hell.”

She pulled away quickly stepping back. Jack frowned at the loss of her warm body. His eyes gleamed longingly at the door as she made her way out without a second glance at him.

Jack was left by himself once more, this time with a painful hard-on and thoughts of his mystery girl.

❥.

Once he calmed himself down, Jack left the bathroom and began to make his way back to his team. He was about halfway through the building when a streak of red hair caught the corner of his eye. He turned to see her sitting at a bartop, engrossed in her laptop that sat in front of her.

Jack acted on a whim and decided he wanted, no needed, to figure this girl out. He walked up to the bartop, sliding into the seat beside her.

She didn’t even bother to look up, “Look Bubba, go find somewhere else to sit. I am very clearly busy.” She barked. Jack chuckled at her response.

“Wow, Red, you’re very feisty this evening.” The girl snapped her head up, meeting Jack’s icy blue ones. She let out a huff, shaking her head slightly.

“What? You decided to grace the common folk with your godly presence, Jacky?” She gave him a pointed look before continuing, “Also, don’t call me Red. I have a name, you know.”

“You haven’t given it.”

“You haven’t asked.”

Jack smiled. The way she manages to challenge everything he says is addicting and he wants more.

“Alright then, what’s your name?” Jack questioned, quirking his head to the side. Boy, was he more than happy to play her game.

“Y/n.”

“Nah, I still prefer Red.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, opting to turn her focus back to her computer. Jack’s eyebrows furrowed at the lack of attention she gave.

“Am I not entertaining enough for you, Red?”

She looked back up from her project, turning to him. “Look, Jacky, I already told you in the bathroom, I’m not looking to hook up with you. Nor do I want to,” She sucked in a breath, “Now if you don’t mind, I’m trying to focus on my article.”

Jack did not like the idea of giving up, so he let his curiosity get the better of him. He turned her laptop towards him, provoking protest from the red-haired girl. He was taken by surprise at the title:

A backtrack on the Devil's season: Did Jack Hughes save the team?

Jack couldn’t help but smirk, his ego rising a few notches.

“Writing articles about me, huh? I gotta be honest with ya, Red. With the way you’ve been arguing all night, I never would have guessed you were my biggest fan.”

Y/n scoffed, a bewildered look on her face. “Ha! That’s rich.” She tugged her laptop back, “I was given this assignment, I would never write about you willingly. You’re a good player Jacky, but some of your other teammates deserve the hype too. All the major networks are too busy fawning over you, that they miss what contributions are being made by the other players. Last time I checked, it’s not just Jack Hughes on the ice.”

Even though she was complaining about him, he couldn’t help but cling to her every word. It was captivating, how passionate she got. Especially over something that Jack’s life revolved around.

She continued, but was cut off by Jack, “I agree with you.”

Y/n cocked her head, “You…agree with me?” Baffled would be an understatement. She assumed Jack would be flying, boasting about being the number one topic in the NHL right now.

“Yes, I agree. My team is just as important, we wouldn’t be winning with just me. It’s a team effort and I think more people should be writing about that. Everyone on that ice is crucial to the game, so I appreciate you seeing that.”

Everything he said was true. He truly did believe that he would be nowhere without his team, they were his family. Y/n could see the tenderness in his eyes. Against her better wishes, she found it attractive how he cared for his team.

She shook away those thoughts, “Anyways, Jacky, I am super busy finishing this article, so…” She trailed off, hoping he would get the subtle hint. She would never let on that she was enjoying their conversation.

Jack wasn’t blind to her attempts to get him to leave but refused to go without assuring him he’d see her again.

“I could help you,” He offered. She gave him a questioning look.

“I mean, you seem to be struggling to come up with what to write about me. So, I can help you. You can ask me any questions you want…”

She raised an eyebrow, sensing his wanting tone, “What’s the catch?”

“Go on a date with me.”

She almost immediately said no, but considered what this article could do for her career. Everyone in her network wanted to write about Jack Hughes, yet somehow she was the one who managed to get stuck with the assignment. Was she willing to put up with an entire date just for the chance to get new intel no one else had?

Y/n had hoped not, but alas, she knew what she needed to do.

“Fine,” Jack’s eyes lit up at her compliance, “Only one date, after that we split and never talk again.”

“You got it, Red.”

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