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hi!! can I request 21 & 24 from your prompt list with bordy? thank you!

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

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

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you sigh softly, swirling the drink that is still in your solo cup. to put it lightly, the party was boring. normally, you can tolerate them because you always go along with thomas, but today was different.

thomas and you got into a small argument before heading over, so you both showed up to the party alone, which sparked a flood of questions and confusion from the other boys.

thomas was aware that you needed space after an argument, especially given the intensity of the one you two had just an hour prior to the party. he was aware that the least he could do was refrain from pissing you off further, but that didn't stop him from keeping an eye on you and watching your every move from a distance.

thomas rolls his eyes as brendan claps his back again, questioning him on why he hasn’t gone up to you yet.

“do you ever stop being annoying—or does it just run in your bloodstream?”

brendan scoffs at his best friends response, “i’ll stop being annoying once you learn how to be less adamant.”

thomas was well aware that brendan was right, but he would never give him the satisfaction of being right. as much as he wanted to reach out to you, he didn’t know if the moment was right. he wasn't sure if you wanted to speak with him at the moment so his feet stayed glued to the same spot.

“oh c’mon, just go talk to her instead of watching her like a hawk.”

he gives brendan a glare before nudging him off, returning his gaze back to you only to see that this time you were looking right back at him making his heart skip a beat. although, the moment was cut short as some frat cuts in to introduce himself.

you plaster on a fake smile as the boy introduces himself. you were not a fan of mingling around with strangers. as the conversation grows, you became more open and suddenly for a bit, you forgot that you were at a party.

thomas, on the other hand, was filled with rage, watching the interaction with hard eyes as he takes another swig out of his beer.

“who the fuck is y/n talking to?” matty asks as he joins the spot beside thomas as they both watch you laugh at another dumb joke he probably made.

“how the fuck am i supposed to know.”

“don’t you wanna— i don’t know maybe go talk to her now?”

“no.”

“i think you shou— “i said no.”

matty shakes his head, rolling his eyes at thomas’ ego that sometimes seems to shine out brighter than other days.

“well, shes leaving now so i gue—”

before matty could finish his sentence, thomas is already rushing over to where you were now standing with the so-called frats’ jacket draped around your shoulder.

“hey thomas?” you say but it comes out more as a question.

“who’s the guy?”

he completely dodged what you said as he shoots daggers at the boy standing just a couple of steps away from him.

“this is chad, chad this is thomas.”

you can see thomas snort at his name, as chad reaches out to shake his hand. he keeps his arms wrapped around himself, still keeping his gaze fixed on the boy.

chad coughs awkwardly as he clears his throat, “anyways, i think me and y/n are heading out so we’ll catch you later man.”

“no the fuck she’s not, she’s coming with me right now. let’s go y/n i need to talk to you.” he grabs the jacket off your shoulder, throwing it back at chad.

before you could protest; thomas is already grabbing your hand and pulling you away from the scene. you were annoyed, to say the least. he ignored you the whole party but now decides to make an appearance.

“what the fuck was that thomas?” you seethe as he shuts the door behind him.

“you’re asking me that question! what the fuck were you doing?”

“talking to someone that actually acknowledged me throughout the night unlike you so tell me thomas, who’s the bad guy here?”

he watches, as you angrily tuck your hair behind your ear; watching him with a glare waiting for him to respond to your question.

“i don’t want you talking to that guy ever again.”

that’s it? that’s all he had to say to your question. thomas was a man of very few words. you figured that out when you first became friends with him and you loved that about him but at the moment it was infuriating you.

“you know what— i’m not doing this right now.”

you turn around reaching for the door but thomas is quick to grab your hand, spinning you around to face him.

“don’t you dare walk away from this.”

you watch his eyes; trying to read his emotions but they were clouded with a mixture of stuff. you had never seen him like this.

“what else do you want me to do? i need answers thomas. you can’t just be my frie— “we are not just friends and you fucking know it.”

you feel your heart beginning to race as all of the emotions began rushing through your mind. he wasn’t wrong, for the first time the feelings that you’ve been keeping buried deep down inside of you began to pile out.

“and i know you feel it too— whatever i’m feeling i just need you to tell me that you do.”

you didn’t know that to say, so all you could do is just throw yourself in his arms and he’s quick to react as he pulls you close to him placing a soft kiss to your forehead.

“i do feel it thom, just as much.”

his jaw unclenches as he continues to hold you tighter, as your words bring him a sense of relief.

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the unknown remedy | t. bordeleau

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part four. <- prev part

summary: thomas shuts himself off from everyone for a couple days, resulting in a surprise from you and his friends. you find out one of his secrets and he gets vulnerable, leading you to reassure him that everything'll be okay.

contains/tw: smoking, heightened feelings/anxiety, bren being kinda irritating, thom being a sad boy, vulnerable thom, light mentions of abuse.

pairing: dbf(dad's best friend)!thom x reader

word count: 2.8k

note: i know this took probably over a month so i'll be surprised if anyone's still invested. its bit different from the dbf!thom we know and love but he's got feelings too and i wanted to show them :) hope you guys like it <3 and remember to send me an ask or comment or message me if u wanna be added to the daddy issues taglist !!

six days.

it's been six days since you and thomas last saw each other. you thought he was avoiding you, partly because the morning after you slammed the door in his face you were greeted by a tide pen sitting on the floor right outside your bedroom.

his intentions weren't to make it seem like he was ignoring you but clearly your brain had other plans. you spent the next couple days with heightened anxiety whenever any of your dad's friends came over out of fear of facing him.

you got to know a lot of them pretty well, actually, and you'd even noticed a slight change in your dad's behaviour. he was.. happier. it was a good look on him. spending time with his friends really seemed to change him for the better and you wondered why they hadn't been around throughout your childhood. why did he only find it important for them to come around when thomas moved back?

you tried not to think too much about it, it wasn't very important anyway. you wondered where he's been but kept those thoughts to yourself knowing you'd see him eventually and you'd get the chance to apologize.. if you gained the courage to do do.

and thomas, well, he wasn't having the best time of his life per se. things had been great the first couple of weeks but with a hectic schedule and a busy mind, he found himself crumbling. he felt like he was the base of a mountain carrying the weight of the world on his back.

"i haven't seen bordy in a long time."

your head peaked up at ethan's words, carefully eyeing the bunch who began to share questioning glances.

"... i haven't seen him since like, last week. i don't even think i've heard from him since then," nick realized and you held back a frown. how had you been the one to notice his disappearance before they had? it was the one thought that ached to leave your mind.

"i've been texting him," your dad spoke up and you smiled. of course he'd been.

"he's really stressed. he's got lots going on right now and he doesn't know how to handle it by himself but he refuses to ask for help," he explained with a small scoff at the end. "stubborn son of a bi— uhh, bickle."

you rolled your eyes at his pathetic save, as if you didn't cuss when he wasn't around. the group began pondering upon all the reasons why thomas had been distant, seemingly forgetting the fact that your dad directly told them he was stressed.

it seemed as though this was unlike him no matter how heavy his heart felt. you felt guilty listening to their conversation, obviously his business was probably something he didn't want you knowing.

"why don't we go check on him later?" mackie suggested as he took a sip of his water. "bring some food and have dinner, maybe. who knows if he's been taking care of himself.."

you felt a nauseous pit in your stomach at the thought of how poorly he may have been doing. had he even been able to get out of bed? brush his teeth, remember to drink water? you were frozen in your seat as your mind ran in circles.

"yeah, that sounds like a good idea," your dad agreed. "i guess we'll leave when hunter gets home. he should be back in a bit."

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the hood on thomas' head softly brushed against his cheek as he turned towards the sound, tickling his skin. he lightly chuckled to himself when he spotted an innocent squirrel running across the street.

with every inhale of the poison between his fingers, remedy filled his lungs. he sat under the tree outside his house, looking upon the empty road scattered with cars and potholes that the city never seemed to fix—he remembered them from when he was young.

with a rapid heartbeat, smoke fell from his lips and found haven in the cold air of the night, a sight so sore for even his eyes. he hated when he did this, when he resorted to the one thing he told himself he'd never fall victim to.

he watched along as rain began to fall from the clouds above, painful memories causing him to take another puff to ease his mind. it was hard. it was hard to live in michigan without the girl he'd planned a life with.

it was stupid, he knew that. he was never one to be hung up on a girl, especially one he'd left nearly a year ago but the bruises were still fresh in his heart. they were raw, a burning red, and they ached like their motive was to torture him.

he still had the scars scattered upon his body, the words ingrained in his head, the sights tattooed on his eyes. sometimes they became too much.

he was a man with a broken heart, one he didn't think deserved to be fixed. but that couldn't be further from the truth, yet he failed to see it. all he saw were the dark blue days he blindly mistook for a loving red.

his fingers planted on the grass beside him as he lifted himself up, crushing the cigarette beneath his feet before he bent down to pick it up. a few specs of dirt got caught in the grooves of his fingertips, even under his nails a bit. he cringed, flexing his joints at the irking feeling. it was an unhealthy habit and he felt guilty as he disposed of the evidence before walking back into his house.

his first order of business was to get rid of the smell tainting his nose. a shower was due.

the towel hung loosely around his hips as he stepped out of his bathroom, steam following behind him and into his bedroom. he shook his head a bit, droplets of water flying around before he ran a hand through his hair.

a knock on his front door caused him to stop as he pulled his pants up. he thought he was hearing things, giving it a moment before a louder sound filled his ears. he furrowed his eyebrows, unbothered to cover his upper half as he was now distracted by the persistent knocking.

"give me a fucking second," he mumbled to himself, a hand on the railing as he jogged down the stairs.

he twisted the knob and a bittersweet feeling flooded his gut as the breeze clung to his warmth. familiar faces holding bags in each of their hands, all with smiles on their faces is what he was greeted by—and somehow he mustered one after days of feeling numb.

"w-what are you guys doing here?" he asked, feeling a sense of relief.

"we missed you," brendan shrugged as though he should have known. "now, are you gonna let us in orrr.."

"yeah— yeah, c'mon in," he was speechless, really. as he stepped to the side to let all his friends in, an overwhelming amount of emotions flooded his body.

it felt like a stream of minions walking into a room as they kept piling in. finally looking out the door to see if anyone was left, he was face to face with a much smaller figure. you looked at him with your doe eyes, fiddling with your necklace as you felt your heart beating in your head.

you were trying to hide the ice in your veins as his gaze didn't leave you. he saw the goosebumps on your skin and bit the inside of his cheek, encased with worry.

he was quite surprised to see you. if he was being truthful, he barely thought about you since the day he dropped off the tide pen. he'd been so preoccupied that he didn't have even a minute to think about anything that didn't cause him stress.

he noticed the pen in your hand as you remained stuck in your place, like your feet were glued to the ground. the bruise on your face had faded, which he was glad to see as he cleared his throat.

"you can come in," he told you softly. "i'm not gonna eat you."

you bit your lip and gave him a breathy little smile as you looked the other way in nervousness. he didn't know how you were feeling but he could tell it wasn't good.

you were flustered. beads of water rolled down from his hair and onto the exposed skin of his chest. his skin was still a bit red from the hot shower he'd just taken, but the place your mind took you was far from that innocent act.

"are you alright?" he asked, concern laced in his voice.

"mhm," you nodded, rolling on the balls of your feet. you stood under the covered part of his porch, a little wet yourself as you'd been pelted by the rain when you were standing behind the large group of boys.

"you're dripping, c'mon, come inside," he finally demanded with a light hold on your arm, pulling you into the house. he closed the door behind him and sighed.

he realized as soon as he saw you that you weren't in any mood to speak. hell, he didn't even think you wanted to be here. but as your dad's best friend it was his responsibility to get you to warm up seeing as you'd come to visit him.

"do you want something new to wear? who let you go out like that? it's raining and you're dressed in a t-shirt," he wondered, your teeth beginning to chatter as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

you were standing out there pretending not to be cold and he knew it.

"well i-i didn't know it was raining," your voice shook. "my dad told me i should be fine."

now he remembered why he'd been so worried about you before. he sighed once more, grabbing your hand and leading you into the kitchen where everyone else was. you felt bile rising in your throat, swallowing it down as thomas approached your dad.

"is it okay if i give her something warm to wear? she's shivering, bren, look at her," he asked almost tiredly, something in his mind resembling alarms beginning to blare.

"yeah, go ahead. y/n, you should have worn something warmer," brendan scolded after replying to thomas.

you frowned. "but you told me i'd be fine."

"you know yourself better than i do, you should have known. now you're going to have to wear something of thom's, don't you—"

"okay, bren chill out," thomas grabbed his shoulder with his free hand, the other still attached to you. "take a breath, now's not the time to get riled up, alright?"

brendan looked at him then you before going back to setting up dinner. "just be quick, we're almost done here."

without another word, thomas led you up to his bedroom. his touch was gentle, so careful that it made you feel fuzzy. your stomach fluttered as you looked down at your clasped hands.

his bedroom was simple, unlike you would have imagined. well, you hadn't really ever imagined it but if you had, this wasn't what it would have looked like. there was almost zero essence of personality within the four walls claiming to be his, but you assumed it was because he was still getting settled in his new home.

"do you wanna sit?" he asked, letting go of you to hand you the hoodie that was on his bed. hesitantly, you grabbed it between your fingers.

"aren't we just going back down?" you asked quietly, looking down at the item in your hands.

"well i thought," he let out a breath. "i thought maybe we could just chill up here for a minute. i need a breath, you know? and i thought maybe you would too."

"oh," was all you were able to say. your eyes met his, emotionless as you felt dazed for a couple moments.

you didn't make a sound as you walked past him and to the foot of his bed, taking a seat on the soft mattress. you held back a gasp at how bouncy and fluffy it was, simply smiling to yourself instead before placing the tide pen down.

thomas, relieved you made yourself comfortable, used the moment to grab a shirt. you turned at the worst second, watching as the muscles of his back flexed while he pulled the shirt onto his body. your eyes widened, heart skipping a beat as you quickly looked away and decided to pull his hoodie over your head to distract you. it was too late. the image of the grooves on his back would be fixed in your mind for god knows how long.

the marks on his body intrigued you more than anything else. somehow you hadn't noticed them the last time you saw him, but they weren't fresh. you didn't remember hearing anyone talk about them either. they were probably just from hockey so that might have been why no one was concerned—that was what you told yourself so you wouldn't get in over your head with all the endless possibilities.

you shoved your arms into the hoodie as your head got trapped in the fabric and a pungent scent hit your nose, causing you to make a sound. you quickly brought your head up and took a deep breath while wiping your hair away from your face. you nearly gagged.

"what the heck?!" you exclaimed, every ounce of anxiety or nerves from before completely washing away. "what's that smell?"

you sniffed as thomas walked up to you, his face turning pale. his heart sunk to his stomach while you missed the expression in his eyes, trying to identify the scent. it was then that he realized that he'd given you his hoodie from earlier, when he'd been smoking outside.

"is that.. smoke?" you finally looked at him and noticed his agony. "you smoke?"

"look, i-i know it's gross and i know it's bad but," he fumbled with his words. "please don't tell anyone. i only do it sometimes, when i'm stressed or anxious or, i don't know. sometimes i just need it and i can't stop myself, i—"

"thomas, it's okay," you cut him off, standing up as he ran his hands over his face with a bitter chuckle.

"no, it's not. it's really not," he shook his head. "and don't tell me it is because you're going to go down there and tell them, and i've been trying my best to hide this from everyone for so long—"

"you're rambling, stop," you stopped him again, boldly placing your hands on his neck.

he was forced to look at you as you tilted his head, your thumbs running soft circles along his jawline to calm him down. his eyes softened and he found himself at a loss for words for the second time that night.

how he left himself go like that, he didn't know, and quite frankly he was embarrassed. guilty, even, for speaking like that to you. and your delicate touch only made him feel worse.

"i'm sorry," he whispered, unable to say anything else.

"hey, it's okay. i didn't say anything bad, did i?"

he shook his head, swallowing the lump in his throat. he looked down at his feet and closed his eyes, wondering how he got himself in this mess. how he was here, with you, and you were the one trying to console him when he knew it should be the other way around.

"i won't tell anyone if you don't want them to know, okay? it's not my place or my business to tell them. i'm sorry that i scared you but i promise your secret's safe with me," you spoke slowly, trying to make him understand.

"i just," he glanced up at the ceiling, foot tapping with anxiety. "it's embarrassing, you know?"

"it's not. i mean, yeah, it isn't the most healthy habit but it's nothing to be so ashamed of. you're okay, i promise."

his glossy eyes met yours and he nodded again, holding back a frown when your hands fell from his skin.

"and um, i'm sorry about.. about slamming my door in your face," you apologized sheepishly, thinking he might find it humorous. he did, which was a good sign as he smiled, a real chuckle leaving his lips this time.

"didn't take it to heart," he told you. "and thank you for.. for dealing with whatever just happened to me. i— i don't know how i let that happen but.."

"you don't need to explain yourself," you shook your head. "and you don't need to thank me, either. i'll always be here for anything you need."

"thanks," he replied in thought. how brendan raised such a sweet daughter, he'd never know. "and i'll always be here for you, that's a promise."

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the sober pair - t.bordeleau

summary - y/n is luke’s (sophomore) girl best friend who is team mom, and is stuck sober for the night.

type - blurb, influenced by strawberries & cigarettes by troye sivan…… and probably every movie with a party in it :-)

warnings - none (ish) underage drinking & partying.

“luke! you said that you were going to be sober tonight!” y/n whined in her younger friend’s ear as he took the shot from the table, smiling.

“babe! we just won! sorry…..” he said devilishly, hitting her arm lightly. he then walked away to flirt with the blonde who’s been staring at him for the past 5 minutes.

game days were fun, but the after parties were tough on y/n. she was best friends with luke hughes, who she had met in a elective class that was mostly freshman. never in a million years that she would think that she would be friends / close with any student athletes, despite her being a kinesiology major. safe to say that hockey season started and she started to get close aka team mom to the umich hockey team.

“you’re an ass, hughes!” she yelled at him as he turned to wink at her.

“you love me, sis!” he joked as the blonde lead him to a hallway, leaving y/n’s sight.

“you know who also has an ass—“ the voice of brendan brisson rings though her ears as she whips around to see him, doing a hourglass motion with his hands, hinting at her outfit.

“sorry briss, can’t touch.” y/n joked to him as he pretended to swoon into kent’s arms.

“but he is right, your ass looks great in those black jeans! wonder who helped you pick those out?” kent johnson told her jokingly as he through briss to bords and side hugged her. kj was her best friend besides luke on the team. both luke & kj were like brothers to her.

“someone with good taste.” she winked at kj as he let go, going to get a drink. briss and owen follow behind kj, and y/n loses sight of them in the crowd. she lost sight of bords as well, not knowing where he went after briefly seeing him behind briss moments before.

“mind if I stay here? I don’t want to drink tonight.” she heard a voice say, as she looks up to see thom, standing against the wall nearest to her.

“of course, I’d never not take the company.” she said softly to him as she walks to stand next to him on the wall. they talk for a few minutes, and she could see thom looking over her shoulder multiple times since they started to stand with each other.

“I— don’t look but that guy keeps staring at you.” thom whispered into her ear, inching closer to her so she can peek around his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the frat boy looking at her. her stomach drops at the sudden grip on her waist and the tattooed hand making its way down to the back pocket of her black jeans.

“thom—“ she shifted into him, grabbing the nape of neck to pull his lips onto her neck.

“you smell like strawberries and cigarettes…. you smoke?” thom asked subtlety as the guy rolls his eyes at them, and walks out of sight. she could feel thom’s smirk against her cheek, she never wanted to leave this high.

“only when I’m nervous, don’t get any ideas….. bordeleau.” the brunette girl told him as she lightly loosened her grip on the back of his neck, causing him to groan.

“oh but I love it— it’s badass.” he said as he looked down to take her in fully. still trapped in the position they have been in since the guys started to look her way. “I’ve never met a girl like you.”

“I— how original……. you can let go now.” she stated as she still felt his grip on her waist / pocket. she was holding back the blush on her cheeks as she looked up at him.

he looked up to see her pink cheeks, and her little strawberry dangly earrings sparkle, as well as the look in her eye. he was going to go for it and hope it works. her lips just looked so good—-

“I have wanted to do this for a long time.” he told her softly as he moved his hand from her waist, up to cup her cheek lightly.

“thomas…” she asked him even softer as he moved the two of them closer.

kissing him felt like being on cloud nine. the instant sparks from his lips to hers was electrifying. thom thought that she’d taste like vanilla, but she truly does taste like strawberries and cigarettes. he loved it.

she loved the way he held her close, and deepened the kiss between him, lightly grabbing her neck with his (beautifully) tattooed hand which she always adored.

luke could see y/n across the room, watching the whole thing go down. oh his plan worked, the two may finally get together. he was so tired of those two secretly pinning for each other.

“I’m just—- ever since luke brought you, I wanted to taste those lips so bad. that sounds douchey, but I promise I have good intentions.” thom told her after they broke their kiss. he was so breathless, staring at her, she was radiating.

“I— I was hoping that things would change between us, thommy. I feel like I’m on cloud nine.” she told him as they started to both laugh a little.

“want to get out of here?” thom asked her as she grabbed his open hand.

“if you mean by outside and then door dashing food, then yeah. I have to stay and help these drunk hooligans get home after this.” she laughed as they walked out the door onto the front porch, sitting down on the front (empty) steps.

“cookies and cream milkshakes then?” thom asked as he pulled out uber eats.

“yeah, and now I owe hughesy $20.” she sighed as she leaned against her new— whatever they were going to be.

“why?” he asked her, softly laughing at her “sadness.”

“I told him I was going to be single and not on any boys’ radar until middle of next semester.” she told him, whining as he interlocked their finger together.

“screw it, I’ll pay the $20 to him, because I want to take you out on a date next friday, only if you let me.” the tattooed boy asked her as she giggled.

“me?” she pointed to herself as he nodded.

“it’s always been you, for months.” he said seriously as she looked down at their hands.

“months?!” she almost jumped at his answer.

“yeah……. there was a reason I wasn’t dating y/n. it wasn’t about hockey. it was over the fact I couldn’t take a chance to ask you out yet.” he rambled and then was cut of by her asking “sushi?” as thom said a “anything with you.”

“you flatter me, t.” she said as they waited for the order of milkshakes to go through the phone.

the phone dinged as the order went through. y/n sighed, as sleep wanted to take over. thom wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bringing her in closer, instead of her leaning on his arm.

the pair waited for their milkshakes & looked at the stars for the rest of the night. stone cold sober and the only high they had was of their own cloud nine’s, as they listened to the echoing music from the house behind them. thom was grateful that y/n & him were stuck being the sober pair for the night, so he could finally make a move. he never expected it to go so well….. he was almost grateful for the dumb frat boy that looked in y/n’s direction.

it was worth all the almost moments of asking her out. because he now knows that strawberries and cigarettes will always taste like her. <3

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𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐄— thomas bordeleau

summary: Thomas never really admitted that he had feelings for his best friend. That’s until he feels the pit of pain in his stomach when he sees you getting proposed, he decides to finally let his feelings out on your weeding day.

requests are open !!

warnings: , mention of sex. mature language. reader having she/her/hers pronouns. lowercase intended.

authors note: i did another one of these because i had fun writing the last one.

materlist.

Don′t blame me, love made me crazy. If it doesn't, you ain′t doin' it right. Lord, save me, my drug is my baby. I'll be usin′ for the rest of my life.

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thomas and y/n. y/n and thomas. it was always like that, just you two against the world. for 12 years you and thomas we’re best friends, you still are.

he was older by a year so naturally he was protective of you. you guys always say your future together with each other, you went to the same schools all your life and had the same after school activities and also always had the same friends.

so went you started to date guys and he started dating and occasionally hooking up with girls, you guys never mingled in each others love lives. although when you were younger you always told each other when you had a new crush, now you two rarely talked about your that aspect of your life.

so naturally it came to a shock to thomas when he found out you invited your boyfriend as your plus one.

boyfriend, weird.

you and thomas, both, we’re invited to a wedding of one your friend’s . thomas and you would always be each others plus one that’s why you alarmed thomas early that you invited your boyfriend.

he was shocked questioning you why you didn’t tell him, saying he was your best friend. you simply answered with a “we-never-really-talk-about-our-sex-lives”.

and with that he was invited to dinner with you and your boyfriend. he didn’t get the pit unknown feeling in his stomach that built when you told him the news.

I′ve been breakin' hearts a long time. And toyin′ with them older guys. Just playthings for me to use

the day came with him meeting and the clock was ticking, you just finished setting up the table making thomas’ favorite. your boyfriend came downstairs and gave you a peck on the cheek. that was thomas’ thing.

but it never really had an affect on you when albert did it, whenever thomas did it, you would always get a pink rose color all over your cheeks.

it always had that affect on you, you still remembered when thomas did it when you guys first met and it became thomas’ thing.

— 2008 —

little y/n loved her dolphin stuffed animal, she never went anywhere without it , she quickly became attached to it. she actually named him dopie.

she was gripping it in her hand while she was watching the kids play in the playground. she was scared and new to the school, nobody really approached her since nobody knew who she was.

suddenly she heard the bells of a candy truck. she squealed before grabbing her mothers hand and dragging her towards it.

when she got her ice cream she turned to her mother to ask for dopie but soon her smile fell when she didn’t see him no where in her mothers hand.

“mommy wheres dopie?” little y/n asked. her mothers eyes went wide, y/n was soon going to be panicking and having a full temper tantrum.

“why don’t we go check the bench and then if we don’t find him don’t panick i’ll report it to the police” her mother reassured y/n. y/n nodded her eyes filled up with tears. when she went back to the bench she found a boy gripping dopie tightly.

she smiled, dopie was there. she went up running to the boy, her mother on her tail.

“that’s my dopie” she said softly to him. he made eye contact with her, he gave her a cheeky smile before nodding and extending dopie towards her.

“i wanted to protect him for you so he doesn’t get stolen” he whispered. she thanked him and asked if he wanted any candy. he gladly took some and they soon went to comfortable silence. young thomas wanted to be her friend, so he started a conversation about a new cartoon that just came out.

young y/n was excited that she finally had thomas, and since she had finally met someone who had watched her favorite cartoon.

when thomas’ mother came to get thomas, thomas turned to y/n. hugging her and kissing her cheek softly, y/n flushed, her cheeks turning pink and said her goodbyes.

— END OF FLASHBACK —

from that moment on those two never went anywhere without each other.

Something happened for the first time. In the darkest little paradise. Shakin', pacin′, I just need you

when you heard the door bell ring, you immediately went opening the door, albert behind you in your tail.

when you saw thomas behind the door you immediately when flying your best friends arms. “Hi” you whispered in your bestfriends neck. thomas chuckled kissing your cheek, you flushed your cheeks turning red. you pulled back when you remembered you had another presence around.

“thomas this is my boyfriend, albert” you introduced the two to each other. thomas smiled at him and albert returned it to him shaking his hand.

throughout the dinner you noticed something different to thomas, but you thought it was just your overthinking. actually you were right, while you thought the dinner went well thomas was tired from faking his smile.

— 2 WEEKS LATER —

the day of your friends wedding came and you were excited and both nervous. you hadn’t seen briss nor bords for about two months now and you couldn’t wait to see their faces again. while you and briss still talked daily, thomas had been acting weird since dinner with you and albert. almost like he was ignoring you, either being dry or being on delivered for hours, or him dodging your daily calls.

when you went to the reception your eyes immediately went to thomas, albert kissing your cheek saying he was gonna go say hi to one of his friend.

thomas eyebrows came together, that was his thing.

you sighed, your chest rising. you signaled your head towards the back room where the door had a sign saying “staff only” but both of you chose to ignore that.

when thomas first walked in, y/n was behind him.

“what has gotten into you” you questioned

“nothing” thomas shrugged.

“i call bull shit you’ve been ignoring me” you spat, a pout formed on her lips. thomas tried to hide his smile, she looked cute. what? stop

“look you have your responsibilities now and i do too” he declared. y/n eyebrows came together. did he mean albert?

“do you mean albert?” y/n questioned her thoughts questioning. thomas really didn’t have any excuse for how he was ignoring her, so he went with the reasoning y/n thought.

“yes i mean albert, now you have somebody else to bother and you still seem to not get the hint to leave me alone, so stop calling me seven hundred times a day” he snapped. you were shocked, your mouth opened but nothing seemed to come out of it.

“y/n-” thomas tried to apologize but was cut off by albert coming in saying he needed to show you your surprise.

you walked out, your hand gripping alberts and suddenly everybodys attention was on you. thomas eyed briss and briss only gave him sympathy eyes. whats going on?

For you , i would cross the line I would waste my time

but when albert brought you to the middle of the room and everybody was waiting anxiously for something, everybody and everything seemed to go blank. thomas was seeing albert going on one knee and he only saw you crying and saying yes while everybody celebrated around you.

while everybody on the wedding was celebrating love, he was drowning himself in pity for the love he realized he had for his best friend.

I would loose my mind. They say, she’s gone too far this time.

—6 MONTHS LATER wedding day—

he had gotten the invitation, of course he had. he was your best friend. yes in past tense.

you both hadn’t talked since the fight or since albert proposed.

thomas decided to share his feelings so the pit feeling would go away. no he wasn’t being selfish, he thought that you should know so that you knew why he ignored you.

when he walked in your hotel suite holding his present to you in his hand, your bridesmaids immediately went from being hectic to the place being quiet.

your best friend stepped up greeting him. but before she could ask how he was he immediately cut to the chase

“Wheres y/n?” thomas questioned. your best friend pointed towards a door to another room.

he knocked hearing you say come in. when he walked in, your eyes went wide.

“You came” a small hope filled smile went across your face.

“Yeah i did, i got you something” he said handing over the box. y/n put the brush down grabbing the box. when she opened it she was shocked to find a replica of dopi the dolphin she lost when she was 10.

“thomas thank you oh my god where did you find this?” you questioned standing up pulling thomas in a tight hug before pulling back and looking at the stuffed animal again while biting your lip , an excited look on your face.

thomas couldn’t wait any longer, he needed to tell her. he knew that it was fucked up to ruin her special day but he needed to get it off his chest.

“y/n i love you, and not as a friend or a best friend i love you but as a love-of-my-life love you” he examined. you froze. your eyes widened. “thomas-”

“no please y/n let me talk okay i’m sorry okay?i’m sorry for ignoring you but its better to ignore you than for you to reject me and i don’t care any longer and i have to give you a thousand i’m sorrys but let me start with i’m sorry for coming to tell you this today but i need to know that these 12 years that we’ve been best friends, have ever felt something for me? or i’m sorry for being selfish and not being happy for you that you’re finally having your fairy tale wedding but i can’t be happy for you unless its me waiting for you at the end of that alter while your father gives you to me , i love you and while i’ve been sorry for that these 6 months i’m proud of it now” he said out of breath. tears filled up in y/n eyes, but thomas knew those tears and they certainly weren’t happy ones. so he walked out without letting you say anything.

—

thomas was in the bathroom, his eyes showed numbness. the pit feeling in his stomach was now gone , so he didn’t have anything in him anymore.

the bathroom door stormed open, hitting the wall behind it. thomas looked up and an out of breath brendan came in.

“alberts…looking fo… for you” he said having trouble, trying to catch his breath. thomas eyebrows shot up.

he definitely was going to get kicked out of the wedding now.

when he went to the bachelor suite looking for albert, he walked in and albert stood there dressed in a suit. suddenly he was reminded he was going to get married to the girl of his dreams, lucky bastard.

“get dressed thomas, y/n told me to break the news to you that either she’s going to call off the wedding or you’re going to be the one waiting for her at the end of the alter” he said. what?

now here they stood both at the end of the altar, him saying his improvised vows and he couldn’t be more prouder to say that him being stupid and fighting that day on their friends wedding would lead him to here, kissing his now wife.

Don’t blame me , love made me crazy. If it doesn’t, you ain’t doing it right. Lord save me, my drug is my baby. I’ll be using for the rest of my life.

—

part two?

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[blanksbae]

Love in Aisle 23

Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine (I wrote it at like midnight and gave it a review this morning). I’ve been stuck in my soft, fluffy feels lately. Totally fiction…you know the drill/rules regarding that. 

Don’t ask about the title- I was drawing a blank, haha

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You had severely underestimated the amount of food you needed for the party. How these boys could eat so much was beyond you. You found yourself going to the store; Thomas had insisted on going with you. 

“Thanks. You didn’t have to come.” You said. “You could have stayed with the boys.”

“I didn’t want to.” He said, cheeks flushing a little. “I need to be away from them sometimes,” he admitted, “and I wanted to spend a little time with you outside of just hanging out with the boys.”

“All you have to do is ask.” It was your turn to blush. You had developed a crush on Thomas the first time he’d walked into the English class you both shared, and you’d met up at one of the hockey parties (the one where Blanks had gone into overprotective dad mode and sent you to his room early in the night, after you’d tripped over your feet after two drinks. You had actually done it cause you were staring at Thomas, but you let Nick have his moment. The next morning, when you came downstairs, Nick had sat you down and had a very serious discussion about what was on- and off-limits.) but you’d been too shy to make your move. Thomas had been too. 

But here in the produce aisle at 9 PM on a random Wednesday, everything changed. “Um, would you like to come out with me after the game Friday night? Not with the boys, just you and me?” Thomas rubbed his neck and blushed as red as the tomato you were holding.

“Sure. Yeah, that would be fun.” You said, flushing red as well. “Should I wear anything special?”

“Jeans are fine.” He paused. “Would you wear my jersey?”

“Yes.” You could feel your face flaming as well. “I’d love to.”

“Alright. Let’s go. The boys are probably wondering what’s taking so long.”

“Oh, come on, you and I both know they’re engrossed in Chel or passed out on a couch or bed somewhere.” You chuckled.

“That’s why we need you. You keep us in line and take care of us.” Thomas said, placing a couple cases of Gatorade and water into the cart. 

You grinned. “I do. I like taking care of you guys too.” You loaded everything into the car and got home, where true to form, almost all of the boys were sound asleep; Matty and Truss were the only two awake.

“Did you guys figure it out?” Matty asked. You softly chuckled as Thomas flipped Matty off, and Truss said, “I think that’s a yes.” You made your way into the kitchen to put everything away. Thomas went to sit by Matty and Truss.

“We like her. Don’t run her off or hurt her.” Truss said.

“That’s not in the plan.” Thomas said. “I like her too. A lot.”

“We’re glad you made your move.” Matty said as you came into the living room. Truss got up so you could sit next to Thomas. “We’re going to bed. Don’t stay up too late kids.” Matty said.

“We won’t. I’ll send him to bed at a decent time.” You chuckled.

“Yeah.” Thomas agreed. “She’ll take care of me.”

After Truss and Matty left, you leaned into Thomas’ side for a minute. “You should go to bed too. We have class in the morning, and you have practice.”

“Will you stay?” He asked.

“Sure. I’ll sleep on the couch.” You said.

“No, take my bed. I insist.”

“Thomas, I can’t make you sleep on the couch. I can’t sleep in your bed.”

“Y/N, please. I insist. There’s a lock on the door. That way you can have some privacy and not have a house full of hockey boys staring at you when you first wake up.”

Dammit, he had a point there. “Fine. But I’m making you all breakfast in the morning.”

“Please.” He kissed the side of your head. “Goodnight.”

“Night.”

In the morning, you were over the stove making breakfast when Matty came downstairs, chuckling as he saw Thomas sleeping on the couch. “Good morning. Banished him to the couch already?” He chuckled.

“No.” You turned around. “He wouldn’t let me sleep on the couch and told me to sleep in his room.”

“That’s Bords for you.” Matty grinned. “He likes you. Don’t break his heart, ok?”

“I’m not going to if I can help it.” You said. “I like him a lot too.” 

Thomas woke up to the smell of eggs, bacon, and coffee. He walked in to find you at the stove. He placed a kiss to the back of your neck as he slid his arms around you. “Morning.”

“Good morning.” You said. You would have been embarrassed by the affection, but it felt nice. “We have class in an hour.”

“Will you walk with me to class?”

“Yes.” You said. “Go tell the rest of the boys breakfast is ready.”

“Yes dear.” He chuckled, laughing as your cheeks turned pink.

“Don’t.” You pointed your finger at Matty., who was laughing and opening his mouth to speak.

“I won’t. It’s nice to see this side of him again.”

“Yeah.” You had been there in the post-breakup phase, and you never wanted to see him like that again.

After breakfast and getting all the dishes in the dishwasher, you went and took a quick shower and then you were on your way to class, wearing one of Thomas’ sweatshirts to hide the fact you were wearing the same clothes from yesterday.

*

It was game night, and you were a little nervous. Sure, you’d attended games before, but never wearing Thomas’ jersey. You knew the girls were going to talk, but let them. You were the one he wanted, not them. He hit into the glass in front of you and smiled; you smiled back.

They had won in overtime, and when he bowed out of the celebration, the boys looked at him. You came up at that time and he pulled you into his side for a hug. 

“You can go celebrate with the boys. We can do our date later.” You said.

“No.” Thomas said. “I want to go out with you. Just you.” He said, leaning in, “I’ve been looking forward to it ever since you said yes.” He whispered in your ear. “Boys, have a good time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

They all cheered (they loved you) and let you guys out without too much ribbing. You let Thomas grab your hand as you walked to the little diner on the outskirts of campus. “Good game.”

“Thanks.”

Dinner was nice, and he walked you back to your dorm. “Can we do this again?” He asked as he stood on your porch as you got out your house key.

“Yeah. I’d like that a lot.” You grinned, kissing him goodnight on the cheek. “Goodnight Thomas.”

“Night, y/n.”

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[boeswhore]

𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

A good ass 😭 STOP okay what about like making bords teach you the lap dance from mock rock and things get frisky

Or making him do the dance for you 😫😫 mans craves attention and is horny 25/8 so like. You see where this is going.

He does it for you, teaches you, and then expects a returned favour.

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[delayed-affection]

Brunch pt2

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Y/n.Hughes

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Y/n.Hughes Had to take the others out🍝

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Trevorzegras let me take you out

Y/n.Hughes I have a boyfriend Zigs

User1 oh to be her 😔😢

Jackhughes can’t believe you left me home

Seamuscasey26 give me your leftovers please

_quinnhughes And you had a better time

Jackhughes I beg to differ

Y/n.Hughes No comment

User6 she feeds us so well

G.brindley4 🍦

Jackhughes you left me at home

Lhughes_06 Do it again tomorrow

Jackhughes you’re not leaving me out again

Y/n.Hughes I actually have something else planned for you guys tomorrow @/Lhughes_06 @/Jackhughes @/_quinnhughes

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Jackhughes YOU LEFT ME AT HOME

User0 I wonder if she had to pay for them too 🤔

Thombordeleau_ guys I think she left Jack at home

Y/n.Hughes What made you think that🤨

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[thatsdemko]

MASTERLIST

updated as of 6/05/2023 back to helpline

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IMAGINES

HOCKEY

Nico hischier

the fight

william nylander

famous

mitch marner

paper rings

thomas bordeleau

revenge

ice and spice

punishment

moritz seider

ask

mat barzal

neighbor

Jack Hughes

mess around and find out

BASKETBALL & NFL

killian hayes

comfort cuddles

Travis kelce

Super Bowl

live from New York

Patrick mahomes

parade

FOOTBALL/SOCCER

christian pulisic

one last time

confusion and confessions

lie detector part two

first timer

the apology

want one?

Mason mount

you belong to me

hate me

little mount

uncle Mason

delicate

Neymar jr.

five minutes

FORMULA 1

nyck de vries

year one

charles leclerc

a sleepless night in monaco

the other man the right man

fallingforyou

Mozart

falling in love again

uncle Charles

summertime happiness

match point

love affair

brothers best friend

Carlos sainz

desperate

unforgettable

spoiled

Polaroid

papa carlos

I see red

stay, stay

lover

pining - mini series

max verstappen

secrets out

happiness comes in ice cream

the ways in which max shows you he loves you

lando norris

the right man

this love

little streamer

one too many

everybody’s friend

Pierre Gasly

one night with you

falling in love again

jealousy, jealousy

only him

one last ride for the alpha

I’m yours

lewis hamilton

it’s sir to you

drunk on you

ride that like a Mercedes

Daniel ricciardo

the return of the honey badger

dicked down in Dallas

Tim McGraw

home is whenever I’m with you

arthur leclerc

cruel summer

hard work

love affair

yuki tsunoda

sushi date

cherry blossom season

one last ride for the alpha

mick schumacher

you are in love

the ways in which mick schumacher shows you he loves you

toto wolff

ride that like a Mercedes

extra credit

George Russell

I think he knows

MISCELLANEOUS

BLURBS

brad marchand

Jeremy swayman

quinn hughes

cale makar

benjamin pavard 2

travis kelce

josh giddey

lando norris

max verstappen

carlos sainz

Daniel ricciardo

COLLECTIONS| MINI SERIES

valentines day

fake it? - mini series

Taylor swift inspired works

dad + family works

three’s company works

pining - mini series

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[leafsbabe]

how Thomas Bordeleau is like in bed

what Thomas Bordeleau is like in bed:

- Thomas is horny

- the end

- no but seriously there are times where it seems like he is insatiable

- he just wants you all the time

- Thomas absolutely loves it when you tell him what to do

- doesn't matter if you're begging for his cock or ordering him to eat you out

- he loves hearing that you want him

- deep down Thomas is a gentleman so he obviously reciprocate when you give him head

- he'll stay between your thighs for ages

- just enjoying himself

- making you come on his tongue, then sucking hickeys into your inner thighs, then making you come on his tongue again

- run your fingers through his hair and tug on it

- unless you shut him up he's going to be loud

- all his neighbors hate him

- but he's not afraid to let the world know how good you feel

- doesn't quite know what he wants

- because he wants to show you off but at the same time he can be really possessive

- sometimes gives you really dark love bites right on your neck where everybody can see them

- doesn't even apologizes when they're super hard to cover up

- he just can't help himself

- Thomas just really loves it when you ride him

- put your tits in his face and just go wild

- just take what you need from him

- and after you come he can pull out, flip you around, and come across your body

- he just likes to claim you in any way he can

- in any way you'll allow him

his dick:

- nice and thick

- very suckable

the experience:

9.5/10

#hib-series #thomas bordeleau #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagine #hockey smut #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau headcanon #thomas bordeleau smut #...so this is twenty-five

[bordysbae]

i genuinely need like frat wedding with someone like idc but i wanna see how it would fucking go 😫

“wedding bells”

mark estapa x brisson!reader

word count: 1.3k

warning: cursing

ps: this is not a romance story, there is kissing but its not really a love story! sorry if that’s what you were expecting!! also, sorry this isn’t exactly a frat wedding but it’s pretty close in idea? also idk why the gif is so blurry :((

you and your older brother, brendan, somehow ended up at the same college. so this meant having to deal with his idiotic teammates all the time. you’re just hanging out in your dorm when suddenly dylan and ethan come banging on your door. “jesus christ i’m coming stop knocking on the door!” you groan, rolling out of your bed.

you open the door and see ethan and dylan breathing heavily, sweating a little too. “should’ve known it would be you idiots, what do you guys want? also, why are you guys so out of breath?” you ask, annoyed that they disturbed your peace. “you need to come with us to the sophomores house, cmon” dylan says quickly grabbing your wrist. you stop in your tracks, causing dylan to jolt backwards. “hold on! i don’t have shoes on dumbass!” “hurry up!” ethan exclaims as you go back into your dorm to grab shoes.

the boys take you to the house, and you’re met with not only your roomate, who’s also your best friend, but also the entire hockey team. “what the fuck is going on?” you chuckle nervously, confused why so many people are here.

“go turn around in the corner, we have a surprise for you” thomas says as he grabs your wrist and pushes you into the corner gently. you turn around and listen to the chaos and whispers going on behind you. “y/n turn around” your best friend sing-songs. you slowly and cautiously turn around, afraid something might jump out at you or something. you never know what the hockey boys have up their sleeve. when you turn around you see everyone either sitting on or standing around the couch, and mark is in front of you down on one knee. your mouth falls agape at the sight.

“y/n, i love you—“ mark pauses and turns around to face your brother brendan, “as a friend, don’t kill me briss.” brendan chuckles and gives a thumbs up, as mark turns around to face you again. “—so much, so will you do me the honor and marry me?” he asks, as he pulls out a ring pop from his pocket. you hold back a laugh, and nod in agreement, wiping fake tears to go along with the act.

the crowd around you guys erupts into cheers and laughs, as he places the ring pop on your ring finger. he pulls you into a hug and whispers in your ear, “i’m sorry about all this” he laughs, making you finally break and begin laughing too. the guys suddenly turn you and marks hug into a group one and you’re instantly being crushed by everyone. “so when’s the wedding?” luke asks. “uhh, saturday! tomorrow night we can all go out to the bar as a bachelor party” mark suggests. “what about me? i can’t be in your bachelor party, i’m the bride!” you say. “oh suck it up y/n, you’ll be fine” ethan says as he pats your shoulder. “yeah yeah, whatever eddy”

—

today is the day, and you’re wearing a random white dress you found in your closet. it’s definitely far from a wedding dress, but you’re a broke college kid, so a tight dress from senior year homecoming is the best you’re gonna get. your roommate, now maid of honor, is doing your makeup, while your other friends who you chose as bridesmaids get their dresses on. the boys are lucky since they need to dress up before games, so they all have nice outfits already planned out for them.

eventually it’s time to walk down the aisle, and your bridesmaids all found someone to pair up with. brendan is walking your friend eliana, ethan is walking shea, luke is walking molly, dylan is walking ella, and lastly thomas is walking you. thomas isn’t apart of the bachelor party but since he’s your brothers best friend who you’ve grown close to, he decided to step in to walk you down the aisle.

“good luck out there kid” he chuckles softly, making you chuckle slightly too.

once you reach the altar you see mark standing in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. nolan was collectively voted to wed you guys, since he’s the most “responsible.”

“ladies and gentlemen i bring you all here today to celebrate the um, totally real marriage of y/n and mark!” nolan says, and the crowd roars of things like “get it mark!” and “that’s my boy!” once the crowd quiets down, nolan speaks up again. “so, mark would you like to start us off with the vows?” “oh sure” he says as he scratches the back of his neck.

“y/n i love the pancakes you make after a long night out, they taste really good! i also really love how you blast music from your phone for no reason literally every time you’re over! umm yeah i love you a lot, i guess?” he says awkwardly off of the top of his head. “you couldn’t even write anything down?! you’re such an idiot estapa!” ethan bursts out laughing, making everyone including you laugh.

just before you can begin your vows suddenly nolan speaks up, “um excuse me, phillipe there’s no smoking in here unless you give me a hit, so please put your puff bar away sir.” nolan scowls at the boy who’s in the second row of foldable chairs. phillipe takes one last hit and places it back in his pocket, “my fault. continue with your vows.” you chuckle before pulling out your phone to read the vows you wrote. “mark, i’ve gotten to know you decently well and i’m honored to be marrying you! you’re a pain in the ass who im so glad to be marrying. thanks for always eating the food i make, you’re always the reason i need to make three batches of pancakes for you idiots. i love you lots!” you giggle at the stupidness of this entire situation.

“oh her vows were so much better, you suck estapa” dylan exclaims. “shut up dylan!” mark groans. “alright, mark, do you take y/n to be your wife, to be together through sickness and in health, to be together uhhh—“ he pauses to think, “um, through old age?” he shrugs, making everyone laugh once again.

“i do” mark smiles at you. “y/n, do you take mark to be your husband through whatever the hell i just said to mark?” nolan asks you. “i do” you smile. “alright mackie, bring out the rings!” nolan exclaims, as mackie rises from his seat holding a little box with two haribo wedding rings in it . mark places a ring on your finger, and you place the other one on his.

“you may now kiss the bride!” nolan cheerfully blurts out. “briss close your eyes” mark says as he wraps an arm around your waist, dipping you down like in the movies and kissing your lips. many ‘woo!’s and ‘get it!’s can be heard from the crowd around you. brendan pulls mark away from you playfully, “okay that’s enough kissing my sister estapa!” he says as he fake gags.

matty starts playing ‘dj got us fallin in love’ by usher as you and mark walk hand in hand down the aisle. “matty i wanted taylor swift to play at my wedding! not party music!” you complain. “it was this or some random youtube video dylan found of wedding bells!” “wedding bells are a real thing? i thought that was just a saying” mark chimes in. dylan shrugs, “i didn’t know they were real either, i just looked up wedding music”

“enough bickering you four, nolan bought champagne!” thomas says, luring the four of you back inside the house. “to the newly weds!” nolan says as he shakes the bottle before popping it open, making everyone cheer.

never did you think your wedding would look like this, but if we’re being honest, this is way more fun.

#mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estapa blurb #mark estapa imagine #ethan edwards #thomas bordeleau #nolan moyle #brendan brisson #umich #umich boys #umich hockey #umich hockey imagine #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #michigan hockey

[hughescluez]

𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

prompt list

🤍= fluff // 🌙= angst // 🧸= blurbs

much more

jealous!thomas x reader // thomas realizes that being friends just doesn’t cut it, he wants more—he needs more and he will try his best to achieve it. 🧸

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau blurb #thomas bordeleau imagine #thomas bordeleau imagines #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich blurbs #hockey #nhl hockey #hockey imagine

[hugheshugs]

part two to the one where he misses out on senior night

part one

this ones a bit different but i hope you like it :)

when you and thomas walked into the house, you heard the sound of sweet laughter coming from the living room. if it were any other day, or any other time, you'd probably be upset. hell, the you from earlier today would have been upset. but at the moment, you couldn't care less and that was all thanks to the man who showed up for you.

your dad and hunter had come back from the dinner not too long ago, both of them sitting on the couch enjoying a movie you've never heard of. you and thomas made your presence known and their heads whipped towards you.

"hey! how was it?" brendan asked, looking down at the bouquet in your hands.

"it was fun. look what thom got me!" you showed him excitedly. "aren't they pretty?"

his eyes flicked up towards thomas', who simply shrugged as if to say the flowers should have come from you, not me.

"he didn't have to do that," he chuckled a bit knowingly—yeah, he knew he was in the wrong.

"hunter, look!"

you were so blinded by joy that nothing else mattered. you walked to the couch and sat beside your older brother, showing him the pretty bouquet.

while you were distracted, brendan got up and walked towards thomas, pulling him aside.

"how much were the flowers?" he mumbled, pulling out his wallet.

"what? bren, no," thomas refused, immediately shaking his head.

"how much were they?" he repeated, toying with some bills.

"i'm not making you pay for them, bren, are you out of your damn mind? what do you think this is?" thomas asked, reaching out and grabbing his hand to stop him.

he gave thomas a hard stare. "that's my daughter. my daughter. the least i can do is pay for flowers you didn't need to buy. i owe you, remember."

"yeah, you do owe me," thomas agreed while nodding. "but not like this. put your fucking wallet away, she's coming."

he shoved it back in his pocket, greeting his kid with a smile. she grinned at the both of them, swaying on the balls of her feet.

"whatcha guys up to?" you asked sweetly.

"what do you want?" he rolled his eyes at your antics.

"what do you mean?" you feigned innocence. "just wanted to know what you were doing."

they both knew you better than that, giving you the same look, and you had to sigh as you'd been caught.

"okayyy," you puffed your lips out in defeat. "i wanted froyo. can we go get some, please?"

"y/n—"

"please dad! it's my day today," you begged, grabbing his hand. "it wont even take long, we can just grab it and come back."

"hun, i'm tired. and hunter and i were busy," he sighed, giving you your answer.

"but dad—"

"i said," he let out a breath, closing his eyes. "i'm tired. maybe tomorrow, okay?"

you frowned. "okay."

thomas watched the way your shoulders slumped, the bouquet still in your hands as you made your way up to your room. he knew the happiness would only last so long after seeing your dad.

"good god, bren," he mumbled just loud enough for brendan to hear. "i'll take you!"

you stopped in your tracks and turned around. "no, you don't have to waste your night for me. you've already done so much."

"y/n, i'm not wasting my night," he gave your dad a glare. "i want to take you."

slowly, you walked back up to them, looking up at him with your soft eyes. "are you sure?"

"positive," he said in a heartbeat.

"dad, can i go?" you asked for permission.

brendan gave thomas a look—they seemed to do that often.

"yeah, whatever. here, take this," he waved his hand tiredly before reaching into his back pocket for the second time tonight.

"not again—"

"thom, shh," you shushed him as brendan handed you some cash. "thanks dad."

"yeah, thanks dad," thomas thanked sarcastically.

brendan made a face, crinkling his eyes and giving thomas an equally sarcastic smile.

"we'll be back in a bit," thomas said before his hand came up to hover behind your shoulder, guiding you away.

"bye guys!" you waved at the other two with a grin.

thomas would do all he that could to keep that smile on your face.

#thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau blurb #thomas bordeleau x reader #dad!briss #dad!brendan #dbf!thomas #dbf!bords #dbf!thomas blurb #dbf!thomas x reader #thomas bordeleau imagines #thomas bordeleau imagine

[1-800-iluvhockey]

wildest dreams - (t.bordeleau’s version)

summary - thom met her at a party, and can’t get her out of his head. he wanted to find her again, even if it was in his wildest dreams.

type - 3.4k wc, fic based on wildest dreams by tswift (lyrics are italicized & bold) some lyrics are changed, but you’ll understand.

warnings - 18+ themes, one night stand, catching feelings, longing for the love back, etc.

for thomas bordeleau, one night stands aren’t supposed to mean anything…. but he met her and he can’t get it off his mind. he knew not to catch feelings, but he couldn’t help himself. she was perfect. everything and more, and he needed to find her again, even if it was in his wildest dreams……..

let’s get out of this town

drive out of the city, away from the crowds

I thought heaven can’t help me now

nothing last’s forever

“BRISS! I don’t want to go to this damn party man—“ thom whined as he was dragged to another party by briss. his luck at parties & social batteries at parties has gone downhill since the season started.

“thommm cmon!!! maybe you’ll get lucky tonight! just come with me and leave in like an hour if you don’t find anything.” briss told his best friend as he shoved him into the door.

“fine! but one hour, then I’m leaving.” thom grumbled as he searched to find a drink. he was dressed in one of his classy party outfits. decked out in red and black leather, with the tattoo on display, and glasses to hide his disgust in his eyes. he didn’t want to be here at all, as the game tonight completely wiped him out, but he had to stay here for an hour.

“a hour, what can I find for an hour.” he thought to himself.

he looked around for a solid ten minutes, finding groups of his friends to talk to and mingle with, and then he moved to get another drink and found her.

but this is gonna take me down

he’s she’s so tall

and he’s handsome as hell

he’s so bad and he does it so well

she was possibly one of the prettiest people he had ever seen. she was glowing in that dark red dress, looking like a movie star. thom couldn’t take his eyes off of her, and she knew it. she felt someone’s eyes on her from across the room, and saw the thom bordeleau staring at her. she was from out of town, and was in town for a friend….. but she knew who he was. she decided to let him know that she could see his gaze, but slowly seducing him from the other side of the room. by the way she danced, the way she touched people, the way she slyly smirked at him from across the room. thom was impressed that she could affect people in that way, and captured his attention so damn quickly. his cup had almost broke three times because of her, he was gripping it so tight to restrain himself from walking over there and—-

“hi thom. enjoying the party, joli garçon?” she said as she took his cup and took a sip of it. (pretty boy) confidence, it drew him into her……

“of course I am, jolie femme. now what’s your name?” he asked her as she smiled into his cup. (pretty girl)

“y/n l/n.” she hummed, keeping eye contact as she took another sip of his drink.

“you’re not from around here, are you? a pretty girl who can speak some sort of french— not very common here.” he told her, scratching the nape of his neck as he waited for her to give his drink back.

“montréal est assez loin d’ann arbor..” she whispered to him and gave him his drink back. she started to back away, but his firm grip on her waist said otherwise. (montreal is pretty far away from ann arbor..)

“oh my god, were you sent from heaven, l/n?” thom asked her semi seriously as she laughed. oh that dreamy laugh.

“maybe I was bordeleau…. or I could take you there.” she said smartly, messing with her bracelet, which had angel wings as one of the charms. she tried to turn around to look around the room, but thom impulsively grabbed her hip.

“don’t go—“ he whispered in her ear as she shifts into his light, but longing hold on her hips.

she looks down to take in the details of him, like he was doing the same to her. the tattoo was on full display on her hip, which almost made her crumble. the glasses hid his handsome face, but not the expression on it. the “you’re now mine— don’t leave” expression.

he looks down to the details on her dark red dress, the heels she was wearing that made her legs look longer, all the way up to the gold chain on her neck which had the words “cet amour” on it. (this love.) he thought about that necklace but then was snapped out of his trance when she touched him again.

she looked down since he was semi-slumped against a counter, and she was almost towering over him because of it. her left hand made her way up to grab his glasses, taking them off his face and putting them on slowly.

I can see the end

as it begins

“sortons d'ici ouais? je déteste la foule…” she told him as he didn’t even think twice, moving his hand on her waist to wrapping the arm around her shoulder, leading her out of the party. (let’s get out of here yeah? I hate the crowds…)

leading and weaving her through the crowds, he didn’t even know or care of the stares that he was getting from his friends. after his nasty breakup from earlier this year, thom told all of his teammates/friends that he wasn’t going to pursue a girl again until he hit the nhl. but y/n was no girl…..

my one condition is

say you’ll remember me

thom was snapped out of his trance as his flight landed in san jose. it’s been almost three months since that night, and he had done everything that he thought he could to find her. but he was determined to find her. exiting the plane, seeing all of the sharks’ reps waiting for him on the private tarmac… was just eye opening. he made it. but he wanted her with him.

standing in a nice dress,

staring at the sunset babe,

now sitting in the limo on the way to his hotel 30 minutes away, he began to think back on their first night… it was naive of him to think that she would stay after the last night he had with her……. but that first night was an experience like no other. he had never had a girl make him feel the way that she did. emotionally or physically.

red lips and rosy cheeks

say you’ll see me again

even if it’s just in your

wildest dreams…….

“oh my god thom— don’t—“ she whined into him as he tore her dress almost in half.

“what- don’t what?” he said smirking as she opened her legs wider, causing him to spread them more.

“hurry up bordeleau. I’m impatient and you just ripped my favorite party dress.”

“oh you poor baby… how unfair.” he told her sarcastically, as he kissed the nape of her neck softly, and then working down to her collarbone.

“yeah! not fair at all—." y/n replied to him as she held back a small noise as he made his way back up her neck.

his her hands are in my hair

his clothes are her dress is in my room

and his her voice is a familiar sound…..

in doing so, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and took it off, throwing it across the room. she could feel his smirk against her neck, so she pushed him back into the bed, he laughs and sits up…. patting his lap for her to crawl up to.

nothing last’s forever

“cmon— I know what you want.” he told her, as she looked down at his hand and back up to him.

“oh really thomas? what do I want then…” she smirked as she watched him take of his (leather) pants, leaving him in just a pair of black boxers, which got y/n thinking thoughts…… on how his tattoos were extra dark, because of his boxer color. especially the hand tattoo that she had her eye on all night. he smirks at her, knowing exactly what she wants from him.

but this is getting good now

“c’mere cherie—“ he told her with some lust in his voice, causing her to almost pounce on him. (darling)

“I don’t want this night to end, thom…” she whispered as she inched her way onto his lap.

“oh baby— it’s just started— and who says it has to end?” he tells her coyly as he wraps the tattooed hand around her throat, gentle but with enough force to cause her to wiggle under his grasp. he could feel her heartbeat throughout her body, and the coldness from her necklace against his hot skin.

“good god—“ she halfway said under her breath as he moved closer.

waking up from his dream by the sound of a car honk, he was again pulled back to reality. the reality that the night had already happened, and he was trying his best to relive the memory, every chance that he could. but he was starting his new life now, and was about to start his nhl career. he secretly wished that she could be here for it, and also wished that the night never happened. even if he knew at that time that he would catch feelings for the mysterious y/n l/n…. he’d do it all over again, just to be around her, to feel her touch. oh it took him down, she was just so— goddess like that he couldn’t get her off of his mind for it felt like forever.

wildest dreams

wildest dreams

“don’t don’t —-“ she struggled underneath him as he brings her hips up.

the night truly didn’t want to end, because this was round 4 and both of them just wanted to keep going. secretly y/n didn’t want to leave, and not so secretly, thom wanted to keep her here with him.

“don’t give up on me now baby. cmon.” he praised her to keep going as everything started to grow louder or more aggressive..

the music of the party boomed through the room. the feelings of euphoria between the two of them, causing them to hold back their moans more.

the scratches that y/n was making on thom’s back were growing deeper, like his hold on her hips to bring them up higher. black spots filled her vision for god knows the number of times for her.

she had never had a man make her feel this way, and she was loving it. thom loved the way she was making him feel, and wanted to keep making her feel this way, until the morning if she would let him, so she didn’t have to leave. they connected instantly, and they both didn’t want to leave each other….but all good things have to come to an end.

you see me in hindsight

tangled up with you all night

burning it down

“THOM! jesus—“ she yelled at him as he pulled out to spread her legs farther apart to give her one last high, the best kind of high in his opinion… the one where he can feel and taste her at the same time.

he buried himself into her, roughly shoving three fingers in her, causing her to gasp. she could feel his fingers hit the spot, and she wanted to die happy right there. back and forth, his tongue hitting her just right, she could feel his smirk against her, so she clenches her legs around him, causing him to sink into her more.

“god don’t stop don’t stop—“ she told him as he increased the pace, causing her to hold his head down, playing with his hair to distract the fact that she was about to die by bords’ hands…. literally.

“FUC—“ she screamed as she hit her high, finishing as bords’ head shot up, silencing her scream by putting her hand on her mouth. they both laughed as it was over, and she lasted back down in the same position, but this time, in silence… they laid there, just holding the intimacy for just awhile longer. 5 rounds, many highs later, and the pair didn’t even want to move; they both caught feelings on the first damn night.

someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

follow you around

“thom? we’re ready for you.” one of the assistant coaches said as thom grabbed his stuff from the car, to walk into the arena. he had now played in the ahl for a few games, but was then called up to play the rest of the season. he just signed the papers for a 3 year entry contract, and now officially playing in tonight’s game in minnesota.

“wow.” he whispered to himself as he took a picture of the ice. it was gorgeous, and everything he dreamed of as a kid. no way that he was here right now, about to play in his first nhl game today. he wished that he had someone to share it with. someone that he would go home to and— but he really just wanted y/n. still searching for the mystery girl who got his heart, he kept trying to find her on every social media site. instagram, snapchat, twitter, hell…. even facebook. he was beginning to think that she was a figment of his wildest dreams… but he knew that she was real.

someday when you leave me

I bet these memories

“thom?” she asked him softly, stirring him to be fully awake.

“yeah hon.” he replied to her, as she looked up at him from his chest.

“you’ll remember me right?” she questioned, hoping that he’d say yes.

“of course, you’re the best I’ve ever—“ he stops in his tracks.

“that’s all I am to you— I get it.” she whispers softly, causing him to feel awful. he normally wouldn’t really care, but she was different.

“what I’m trying to say is… I’ve never felt this way. meaning I don’t know how to express to you how I feel. when I saw you across the room tonight, my heart jumped out of my chest. I— I like you a lot y/n.” thom said to her, and she about jumped out of his arms right then and there.

“the thomas bordeleau? has caught feelings for me? I’m not even from here and I know of you and your—“ she trails off waiting for bords to cut her off.

“don’t listen to it. unless it’s about hockey, because that’s true.” he laughs and she hits him across the chest.

“how are we going to do this, thom? because as much as I don’t want to be just some one night stand, I don’t want to stand in the way of your career.” she tells him seriously and he sits up, shifting them to both sit up.

“Je ne veux pas paraître fou, mais tu comptes plus pour moi que ça, mon amour.” he told her, kissing her softly as she stood up. (I don't mean to sound crazy, but you mean more to me than that, my love.)

“tu n'es qu'un peu fou, bordeleau. J'ai juste une condition .” she asked him as she pulled on her half ripped dress, and looked for her shoes. thom rolled over and got out of bed, grabbing a michigan sweatshirt for her to put on. she threw it on top of her ripped dress, to hide the rips, and sat down on the bed to put on her shoes. (you’re only a little crazy, bordeleau. I just have one condition..)

“anything.” he said, looking up at her.

“say you’ll remember me. maybe in a nice dress? staring at a sunset, it’s my favorite. I always have red lips and rosy cheeks, flushed. but my condition is that even if I never find you again, say you’ll see me again, even if it’s just pretend. or I’ll find you again, but I hope to see you in my wildest dreams, bordeleau.” she tells him, and kisses him one last time before walking away. he was stuck, and looked around to figure out how he let her out of his grasp so quickly. he saw on his bedside table that her necklace was still there.

“Y/n!!” he yells after her, running out the door of the house, standing on the porch.

she was gone, and all he had was his wildest dreams to find her again….. so he thought.

follow

you

around

it was now debut night for thomas in the xcel energy center in st.paul, mn….. 1,844 km away from montreal, where he truly wanted to be right now. he was so damn nervous, and nothing could calm his nerves down. the only thing keeping him from running away to the locker room to puke is the slim chance that y/n could be watching on the tv in montreal. little did he know that she was here, not knowing that thom would be there. she was invited by her sister, who was dating tyson jost. they had been dating for a few years, and recently moved to minnesota, and y/n’s sister knew of thom from y/n….. it was perfect.

“and now making his rookie lap, is #23 THOMAS BORDELEAU!!” the announcer said and y/n’s heart stopped.

he was here, and he made it big time. she kept up with him in these past three long months, and knew of his defeat in the ncaa championship, him signing to the ahl….. but she didn’t realize that he would be called up during THIS game. she was ecstatic for him. she was seated at center ice with her sister, so she knew that she may get noticed by him…. but if not, she was going to find a way to see him after.

the rookie lap goes good for thom, all was going well, almost too well. he sat down to switch his stick before the game, and looks up to try and find his parents in the section that he told them that they would be at….. and in scanning the crowds….. he found her. she was wearing all black, with a vintage red jacket on, and a silver diamond chain around her neck. she was stunning, and truly looked like she was straight out of his wildest dreams.

he played his heart out, for his family, and friends watching……. along with a certain girl that he couldn’t take his mind off of. he didn’t dare to look over at her, knowing it would screw up his game. but he knew he had to find her after.

“oh my boy! you played so so good.” his mom told him after he went down to the locker room.

“you played great, son.” his dad also told him and patted him on the shoulder.

“merci beaucoup..” he whispered to them, almost dying from the overload of emotions that he was feeling.

“we will meet you for breakfast tomorrow, thommy.” his mom told him as he kissed his cheek, and he told them goodbye before he went into the locker room.

on the other side of the arena…….

“Y/n! so help me god, you better walk your happy little ass over to those locker rooms and wait for him.” her sister told her as y/n stood with her to wait for tyson.

“but I’m scared! what if he doesn’t want to see meeeee.” she whined as her sister pushed her into the direction of the visitor locker rooms.

“GO! tys & I will meet you out front. who knows? maybe we will meet bordsy.” her sister teased as y/n gave up and walked away.

“okay, okay. everything will be okay.” she told herself as she walked into the visitor side area a few minutes later. she was looking down at her phone to make sure that she was going the right way, when she bumped into a player.

“hi I’m so sorry—“ she told the player without looking up.

“I’d bump into you anytime.” the player said, and she recognized his voice from anywhere. she looks up to see him, and smiles so big.

“thomas.” she says softly and she launches into his arms.

“hi baby, I guess this is my wildest dream now, because you’re here.” he told her as she nuzzled into his hold.

“three months too long, but you remembered.” she told him, hugging him tighter.

“told you that I’d never forget you, ma cherie.” he told her, spinning her around. (darling) “and I still have your necklace.” he continued, making her laugh.

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#1 800 iluvhockey fic #wildest dreams fic #abbster’s special (divorced parents) edition #thomas bordeleau #thomas bordeleau x reader #thomas bordeleau imagines

[loveyou-4-life]

𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄— thomas bordeleau ( chapter two )

summary: When shes getting time to meet her new “boss” and seeing how he is behind the articles. She finds out he’s holding a lot of baggage. Making her mission for him to open up, it was harder than it looked because of his new found hatred for her. That’s until he invites her to a special place.

warning: mature language, mention of alcohol, childhood trauma. not proof read.

authors note: i’m having too much fun with this series. ik that bords doesn’t have a clock tattoo but just go along with it. why does this chapter feel so short lmao

masterlist.

love sex and hockey masterlist.

“THOMAS, THIS IS JULIETTE D’AMOUR, you’re new Pr representative” Scotty introduced. Thomas ignored her hand and only gave her a stiff nod earning a glare from his agent.

“Nice to meet you” She said. Acting as though he didn’t threaten to fire her 12 hours ago.

“I’ll let you two get to know each other for a bit until we go to the press conference” Scotty declared. Julie knew he warned Thomas to be nice to her, she could practically hear a fuming Thomas from the other room.

The door closed behind Scotty leaving the two alone. Tension rose and Thomas was getting impatient.

Julies focus was on something else tho, in Thomas’ arms , tatted was a clock and knife stabbed into it. She wondered what it meant, then going around it was a tree, without leafs. And then a lion with a scar along on one of his eyes.

Maybe they meant something to him, they do probably. And all this thoughts were around her head. He needs to open up. He’s definitely not an alcoholic but maybe he’s drinking to forget. Was she really going to judge him based off his tattoos? that’s a start.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you that staring is rude” Thomas questioned with a teasing tone. Julies eyes went from his to arms to his face, she wish she could say he didn’t have a nice face.

“Didn’t your parents ever tell you that you don’t ignore others when they try to shake your hand” She shot back. He chuckled, butterflies suddenly exploding in her stomach. his laugh.

“Well they only told me to not ignore elders” He stated. His eyes were like they were smirking, Julie knew she and him were going to have a hard time.

“In order for us to work together , you and I need to get along” she said softly. He scoffed standing up from his seat.

Bending down to her height, he came close to her face. “In your dreams witch”.

—

timeskip

2 WEEKS LATER

He wasn’t working with her, literally.

Every time the two would see each other, he would go the other way and he was basically forced to have weekly two hours meetings with her. She wasn’t sure what she did to him, maybe she took too far in insulting him?

Today was the day of another press conference. The last one she had when she first formally met Thomas, didn’t end so well when a new reporter slipped out that he had wrote an article on the one nightstand Thomas had with an instagram model. Scotty was furious.

Her nickname by him became “witch” and soon even Scotty would call her that. She wasn’t annoyed, it was just a nickname. She was used to them by now.

She had just finished a schedule plan for Thomas to do for the next 6 months. It included him visiting sick fans and spending the day with them, going on a run , and all types of funny interviews she had seen online. All of these activities were in a public place for the paps to photograph. She was slowly going to help him bring his image back.

She headed towards Scottys office , she was sure Thomas was there when she saw him walk in this morning. Going up to the office open doors, she softly knocked on the hard wood and both heads turned towards her.

“If you aren’t busy , I need to talk to both of you” She played with her fingers. Her laptop on her hand . Scotty softly smiled at the girl, she had heard him say plenty of times that she reminded him of his daughter.

“Yeah come in” She heard Thomas groan. She chuckled, it was actually funny to her. Thomas’ misery.

“I just finished the schedule plan,you can take a look at it for this week and then we can talk about the next 6 months.We have a kid that reached for you by Make a Wish foundation wanting to have dinner with Thomas and teach him how to take a girl on a date, I was thinking maybe for Thomas to spend the day with him. His name is Will and he’s sick—“ Julie rambled. A small soft pity smile came across Scottys face. He could tell she really wanted the kid to meet Thomas and that showed care, and it was a good idea to make Thomas the good guy sometimes, but Julie was cut off by Thomas.

“I get it that you have trauma by spending your life in an orphanage but I don’t get to pay for your personal trauma just because you feel bad for some kid” He snapped, cutting her off. Julies jaw dropped, how did he know that? was her past coming back to her? her eyes filled up with tears.

Maybe Thomas was right, just because Will reminded her of her traumatic past doesn’t mean she needs to force Thomas to spend the day with him.

She heard Scotty gasp. “Thomas” his voice dripped with venom, warning him to stop. And he did, he shut his mouth closed but it wasn’t because of Scotty. It was her glossy eyes that stopped him.

“You’re right I’ll make sure to just write him a letter your busy right now and wish him a full recovery” She said softly, almost like a whisper. Suddenly guilt filled up in Thomas’ body, he gulped, opening his mouth but words didn’t seem to find a way to come out of his mouth.

“I’ll send you the other plans for the next 6 month by email” With her printed plans for him in her hand, she turned and stormed out of the office as quick as she can.

Thomas sighed, putting his head in his ands.

Scotty’s voice filled up the silenced room. “Go, make her forgive you for all the immature shit you just did”

—

— 3 DAYS LATER —

Julie still hadn’t heard from Thomas, and this time she was glad. Him bringing up her past was something personal and it never had anything to do work.

She was just debating to sent the boy the letter or actually drag Thomas to spent two hours with his number one fan.

A knock interrupted her silence. When she looked up from her day dreaming, she made eye contact with a pair of eyes she was trying to avoid for three days now.

Thomas stood awkwardly, his hands in his pockets.

“You have any plans around 8 o’clock?” He questioned. Julies eyebrows came together, she was confused. She didn’t know any press conferences or meetings for today. She had made plans with her bed and Netflix watching Blacklist.

“No… why?” she said, dragging the no in the end. He nodded his head in approval .

“Great I’m gonnq take you somewhere” He declared. Julie looked at him suspiciously. Thomas wanting to give her his time of day willingly? This was definitely Scottys doing.

“You’re supposed to ask, guess another manned your parents failed to teach you” She pointed out. He chuckled. “Is this an apology for bringing up my childhood trauma?” She questioned. His expressions falled and he gulped , feeling the guilt in his stomach.

“Yes and I’m Sorry” he admited apologizing. She nodded her head with a soft smile. He almost chocked apologizing jeez . But Julie knew rarely did those words ever come out of Thomas’ mouth.

“8 o’clock, wear something casual and comfy if you want. I’ll come pick you up, don’t be late” He stated and turned leaving. She smiled nodding her head, this was a start.

—

When 7 o’clock came around, Julie wore a white crop top with blue denim loose jeans and a pair of white sneakers.

Emilia was gone to go visit her mother and she didn’t bother telling the girls because she didn’t have time for them to come over and glam her up.

A knock on the door was heard, heading towards it. She saw Thomas from the peep hole and opening the door she welcomed him.

“You look…good” He admitted. Julie chuckled at his hard time saying those words.

“Thank you, you do too, let’s get going” Julie rushed. Her apartment wasn’t cleaned and right now she wasn’t looking for another insult from him.

He opened the door for her like a true gentleman and they drove. She rolled down the window, the breeze freshly making contact with her skin. Her hair went everywhere, it was like a scene from a movie. She get it know, she actually felt free.

What she didn’t know is how Thomas eyes admired her, she looked gorgeous.

Soon they arrived, the sight made Julie confused. It looked like an abounded building

“You know I’m starting to think you’re a cereal killer and you invited me here to kill me” she laughed. Thomas laughed . His laugh. Oh god.

“Come one Witch” He stepped in front of her, extending his hand and leaving it, inviting it for her to take. She was shocked, she never really would believe the guy that hated her would invite her to hold his hand but she took it nether less and went behind him while he led them to the place.

Suddenly they were in front of a mural , a boy was painted, he was laughing holding an ice scream. And the other boy was painted in dark colours, his ice scream was bigger than the others but a worried look was on his face while he looked at the other boy.

Then she suddenly gets it. Thomas was worried he wouldn’t live up to the expectations, to the pressure to be good. She never really thought of that tho, she always knew that he would be good no matter what, at least in hockey.

But i guess it the least problem you expect for people to have. This was Thomas’ problem, she got him now. He would drink to forget and then be angry in the morning because not one hockey player had this many scandals. And then he would drink to forget his stress and pressure, his insecurities. That’s why he didn’t want to do those activities, because he knew that he would have to make people happy by meeting people’s expectations.

This was something Julie didn’t get in the nhl world, if you loose a game. A part of the loss is on you, if you win a game, you had to do that for the next games and with that came pressure. She needed him to know that he was enough, enough for everyone and it was okay to have losses. We all did have those at one point.

“Thomas” She turned towards him “Let me in, let me help you”. His eyes met hers, they showed worry and hesitance. She knew that look before, the first time someone tried to help.

“Come let’s get you back home you have an early morning tomorrow”

—

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The best me has his arms around you

Not beta’d, all mistakes are mine (I wrote it at like midnight and gave it a review this morning). I’ve been stuck in my soft, fluffy feels lately. Totally fiction...you know the drill/rules regarding that.

Title from “Yours” by Russell Dickerson

Tagging: @calermakar08 @brenbrissonsgf @thombordy @erikports @1-800-iluvhockey @hockey-lover86 @huggybearr @ethancale @owenpowpow @mattyybenierss @blankyblanks @driverpicksthe-music 

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Today was your wedding day, and you were getting a little nervous. However, this was the day you dreamed of as a little girl, and you wanted to spend forever with Thomas, so you were excited too. You had picked the perfect dress, and you had your girls with you. Your dad gave you a long hug as he met you at your designated spot so he could walk you down the aisle.

Meanwhile, Thomas was having his own mini-freakout and Matty was calming him down. “Hey, look at me. She’s the girl you want to spend forever with, and you love her, right?”

“Right.” Thomas said. 

“Relax. It’s going to be ok. I know she loves you. And I know you love her. It’s going to be just fine.”

“I feel like I’m gonna puke. Is that normal?” he chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” Matty grinned. “Just wait until you’re standing up at the altar watching her come out to meet you.”

“Not helping.” Thomas chuckled.

“Reality check.” Matty grinned. “When she gets up there and stands across from you, you’ll forget about everything else. Trust me.”

Thomas thought back to Matty and Audrey’s wedding the prior summer. The way they looked at each other like they were the only two in the room was something Thomas saw himself doing with you one day (and you had clearly been thinking about it too, based on the way you had gripped Thomas’ hand and smiled at him). “Oh, I remember you two.” Thomas chuckled. “Please though, if I get too big of heart eyes, or too sappy, nudge me.”

“Never.” Matty said, laughing. “Everyone knows how much you two love each other. It’s cute. Disgustingly cute at times, but still cute.” Matty said. “You only get one wedding day, so enjoy it, and don’t worry about looking like too much of a sap.”

“I just hope I don’t cry reading the vows.” Thomas said. 

“Oh, my money is on you totally losing it during the vows.” Matty grinned, laughing as Thomas lightly whacked him in the chest. “I know you.”

“Hey, you cried when you did yours.” Thomas weakly protested. 

“So did Audrey.” Matty said. “If it makes you feel better, I bet on y/n crying too.”

“Actually, that does.” Thomas grinned. “She will so lose it. Which will make me lose it. Either way, you win.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Matty grinned. “You ready?”

“Yeah, let’s do this.”

*

“You ready Boo Bear?” your dad asked, using your childhood nickname. You couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled up, even as tears came to your eyes.

“Yes.” You said as the wedding march started. “I love you dad.” you said, hugging him tightly.

“I love you too sweetheart.” Your dad said; you linked your arm in his and started down the aisle.

*

You started with tears in your eyes when your dad answered he was the one who was giving you away and shook Thomas’ hand. You looked over and smiled at Thomas, whose eyes seemed wet as well.

You both had full on (happy) tears by the time of the vows; you promised to love and cherish each other. After you’d shared your first kiss as a married couple and walked down the aisle and to the reception, you looked at Thomas. “We really did that.” You giggled.

“Yes we did, Mrs. Bordeleau.” He smiled back. And you could definitely get used to being called that.

The reception lasted late into the night (your first dance song was “Yours” by Russell Dickerson); it was finally time to head to the airport to start your honeymoon. You grinned as he grabbed your hand, the cool metal of his ring still a new sensation to you (you were used to yours by now). He had kept you in the dark about where you were going, but you trusted him, so you knew it was going to be great.

When you got on the plane, you were surprised to be in first class; normally, you always flew coach. He had insisted that you deserved to be spoiled since it was your honeymoon after all. You already had a nice buzz from the wine at your reception; with the champagne on the plane, you were crashing out against Thomas, who just smiled and covered you with a blanket. He woke you up on approach, and when you landed, you looked at him. “Switzerland?” You asked, smiling. He had always told you he wanted to go back, and you said you’d always wanted to go. Looks like you both had gotten your wish.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing your bags. “We’ve got a bed that’s calling our names.” He looked over and saw your cheeks flushed. “To sleep in,” he added, chuckling. 

“Right.” You said, laughing. You knew what was going to happen-you were both going to say it was only sleep, but then neither one of you would be able to wind down, and then you’d decide sex would wear the two of you out (and then you really would fall asleep).

True to form, it wasn’t exactly to sleep, but you weren’t complaining. In fact, you were looking forward to getting to do that every day with your husband (and it felt good to say that).

“I love you, Mr. Bordeleau.” You said, tracing his tattoos as you started to fall asleep.

“I love you more, Mrs. Bordeleau,” he said, grabbing your hand and kissing it.

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