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snorky · 10 days

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absolutely obsessed with the way you wrote mason lohrei, could you write smth for him again please? 🫶🏻

There Was Salt Rubbed Into My Wounds, And You Washed It Off With The Freshwater River

Hey y’all! And hi hi, and thank you to the lovely requester, I appreciate the kind message :) Here is another Mason Lohrei fic, but this time, a little more angsty (with comfort of course) and perhaps self indulgent. I hope this one is a little better, more put together than the last, and I also hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, Reader with bad romantic history (oops), Misunderstandings, (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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It was late in the night, much later than they should’ve been staying up under the covers, but they couldn’t help it. The tears seemed to run down their face almost nonstop since they let their thoughts spiral, probably from something they could’ve easily avoided if they hadn’t scrolled through old texts.

Their bed felt cold and empty as they sobbed quietly, trying to not wake their roommates up at this hour, and they knew their eyes were going to be puffy and tired by morning.

And when morning rolled around after they had fallen asleep shortly after from what they assumed one in the morning, they felt sluggish and tired, eyes struggling to open at the light that passed through their curtains.

It was a bad habit to grab their phone first thing in the morning, but they couldn't help it. It was a routine that fell into their hectic life, and this was one of the few things that made it feel like the calm before a storm.

They noticed a message from their long-time friend, Mason, bright and centered on their screen, grabbing their attention.

Hey, lunch at 11 in the Main Hall? - Mason

Typing back a reply, their mind wasn’t made up yet and still fuzzy from the night before.

That’s a brunch, not lunch if it’s that early.

Aw, okay. Brunch? - Mason

I’ll think about it, feeling a little tired :(

Okay, see you at 11, I’ll get you coffee :) - Mason

A small smile tugged at the corner of their lips from how thoughtful and knowing he was, having seemingly memorized every little detail of them at the top of his head like a favorite poem.

Slowly, they made their way out of bed, freshening up in the bathroom and changing into clothes that reminded them a little less about the night before, but still cozy and within their comfort zone.

The commute from their dorm to the Main Hall was less than ten minutes by walking, and since winter was just easing into spring, the trees on their route were starting to bloom with softly vibrant pinks and white, fluttering in the air and onto the grassy-green ground dreamily.

It was the little things that made their days a little brighter, and perhaps even reminded them of Mason, all the little lovely things.

Although, they couldn’t risk their friendship over some lingering feelings. It was a lesson, all too well-known, almost a pure resemblance of the fall of Icarus, too close to warmth and then the wings melt away.

A common fairy tale that they ended up getting caught in, over and over again, heartache a taste they knew.

When they arrived at the Main Hall, it was crowded, but not overly crowded to the point where they settled on staying home. Searching through the crowd, it was easy for them to spot Mason, his presence something that they could recognize in a heartbeat.

“Mason.” They spoke his name warmly, having it settled on their tongue like a second home as they sat down across from him.

He smiled sweetly and repeated the gesture, sliding them their go-to coffee order as he did so.

Taking a sip of their drink, they smiled at him, appreciation for the kind act, yet their eyes still felt a little tired. “Thanks for the drink, I would’ve grabbed you a pastry from the bakery down the street but the line looked a little hectic,” they apologized, face hot and tears threatening to form.

The look on his face was gentle and forgiving, something that seemed so fitting for him, a perfect saint. “Don’t worry about it, we can always go together to get a treat, yeah?”

They nodded in agreement, grateful for his patience that was a notable characteristic of his, and yet they always appreciated it, having known too many people with quite the opposite demeanor.

As they both headed out of the Main Hall and started walking towards the bakery side-by-side, the sunlight beamed down warmly on the both of them, much needed after a few weeks of gloomy, rainy weather.

Lost in thought, their mind never seemed to settle, always rushing like a river current, and it felt like forever since they last felt at ease. They always said that they needed a vacation, but they never truly realized how badly they actually needed one.

Assignments after assignments, quizzes and tests and exams, everything seemed to pile up endlessly as they were waiting for the next break like a gasp of air.

Bumping into Mason’s arm, they snapped back to reality, realizing that they almost walked right into oncoming traffic if it wasn’t for him.

“Careful.” His tone was authoritative, but in a way that emphasized his worry. “Are you alright?”

Simply nodding, they didn’t trust their voice to come out as reassuring as they wanted it to be. It would reveal their true feelings, brittle and vulnerable, something they have tried so hard to hide.

And he knew, he knew their little signals by heart. He knew that he shouldn’t try to pry further for now, despite every part of his mind telling him to.

It was a little disheartening for him to be unable to do anything, mainly out of fear of being shut down or coming off as weird, but deep down, he knew that time would slowly pass, and they would eventually open up.

When they both arrived at the bakery, the smell of fresh baked goods was warm and homey, welcoming with open arms. The overhead lights were golden, nostalgic and comforting, but just not enough.

“Which ones do you want, Mason? It’s on me.” They spoke quietly as they rummaged through their bag, searching for their wallet.

He placed his hand gently on their shoulder, causing them to look up at him. His touch felt electric, but in the sense that it grounded them, comfort, but they would never openly admit it. “It’s okay, I’ll pay,”

“No, Mason, I assure you—”

“I assure you, I’ll pay,” he chuckled, pulling out his wallet from his pocket. “I’m not going to end up broke over some treats, m’kay? Let me spoil you a bit,”

They gave a lopsided smile at his wording, still unsure on whether or not they should let him pay. He already got them a coffee earlier today, and they didn’t want to feel like any more of a burden.

He noticed their slight unease, but tried to reassure them once more. “Please?”

“Alright, just this time, okay?”

A bright smile appeared on his face, which in return, caused them to smile as well.

As the worker packed their pastries into a bag, they both stood in front of the cashier, waiting to pay for their food. The silence felt like it was causing some discomfort however, as if it was an omen of something terrible to come, like calm before a storm.

Mason looked over at them, noticing their tired and swollen eyes, noticing how much more dull it seemed. His face warped into concern, searching for a solution, or at this point, answers, the big why to everything. He wanted to make them seem brighter, better. He didn’t want to see them like this.

“You okay? Your eyes look puffy.” As soon as the words fell out of his mouth, he regretted it. A pit fell in his stomach as it churned uncomfortably, and his face was hot in embarrassment.

Their face seemed to freeze at his question as they tried to muster up their voice, hardly audible. “Yeah, no. I’m okay, just a little tired,” they laughed lightly. They tried to wipe at the tears that were forming in the corners of their eyes secretly, but it was little to no use as it was quite obvious.

It sounded more like self-reassurance rather than an answer, and it felt extremely awkward for the both of them as they waited for their food.

His actions, or words rather, had the opposite reaction of what he wanted, and he desperately wanted to turn time back and take his words back.

When the cashier handed them their food, they both left and headed back towards the campus, not speaking for the entire way back. Despite the sound of the busy roads or other campus students chatting and talking, it all felt so false, something was off about it all.

And yet silence hung between them, haunting them as words were unspoken. The tension in the air was disgustingly thick, and it suffocated him, but more so, it made them feel beyond terrible.

Tears pricked their eyes again, threatening to fall and roll down their cheeks to mock them, and their breaths were unsteady, uncertain.

“Hey, um—” Their voice seemed to waver, faltering and crumbling in that moment. “I need to grab something I left at my house, I’ll see you later,” they blurted, heading off in the opposite direction away from him.

Their soul felt crushed and guilty about leaving him within seconds, throwing plans away as if they meant nothing, despite it meaning so much to them, being able to spend time with him.

Arriving home, they went back into their room, tears now rushing down their face freely as they cried. Their body felt exhausted as they tried to lay down in bed, tired and worn out.

The phone buzzed beside them on the mattress, an irritating noise that made them want to crawl under the covers and hide forever as the guilt clawed away at them. They knew it was him texting, trying to check up on them, but they couldn’t bring themselves to respond within the moment.

As their tears eased to a stop after a few minutes, their eyelids felt heavy, causing them to sleep for the next few hours or so until they woke up again.

Mason was calling them, and they debated on whether or not they should pick up the phone, unsure of his reaction to their odd behavior.

“Hello?” Their voice was still groggy and tired, but they tried to clear their throat again.

“Hi, I wanna check in on you real quick. Are you feeling better?” His tone was still caring as ever, seemingly as if nothing ever happened earlier that day.

“Yeah, I’m okay, sorry for earlier—”

“Please, please, please, you don’t have to apologize. We all have our bad days, yeah?” He was comforting and soothing, somehow making their guilt about earlier disappear entirely, a weight lifting off of their shoulders.

They wanted to tear up at how thoughtful and considerate he was, but they held back, appreciating his actions within the moment. “Mason, you’re too sweet,”

“I try,” he chuckled. “But that’s not the point. My point of calling was to make sure that you’re okay.”

“I am okay, Mason. I promise,”

“Good, now please open the front door before your roommates get to me.”

They felt a slight panic before realizing that Mason never really quite cared about how messy they looked, ever, especially within the past few recent years of their friendship.

Opening the door, he stood there with a large bouquet of flowers, plus a few of their favorite snacks, and a rosy cheeked face that screamed how truly flustered he was.

“Listen, please let me in before your roommates bully the both of us,” he pleaded.

Motioning for him to come in, they closed the door after he came inside, and turned around to see him standing there awkwardly, as if he was going to ask a question.

“Mason, what is all of this for?”

He took a deep breath in, face still pink and blushed. “So like, you deserve a good time, and I think that would be dinner for the both of us, and it doesn’t have to be tonight!”

They gave him a skeptical look, unsure of his intentions. “Go on,”

“We can watch movies and relax at home, which is why I brought snacks,” he explained. “Listen, I just think you deserve the best and everything, like, I want to treat you right and not just as a friend, but more,”

Thinking for a moment, they tried to puzzle the pieces together as well as they could, hoping that it wouldn’t be a mixed signal, and that his confession was exactly as it sounded like. “So, a date?”

“Yes, please. That’s what I meant.” He swallowed nervously, afraid and awaiting a response.

“Well, Mason. I think that it would be a brilliant idea,” they smiled, accepting the bouquet from his hands. “Oh, and lucky for us, my roommates are visiting family.”

A smile appeared on his face, “Movie time?”

“Movie time.”

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snorky · 12 days

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pleaseee i am begging for more mason lohrei imagines pls pls pls

You Paint The Skies So Beautifully, So Ethereally

Hey y’all, and hello to the lovely requester! Here is a quick Mason Lohrei story that I scrambled up on the last few days of my vacation, so I apologize if this doesn’t seem like my best work (I hope I can make it up sometime soon). But yes, sweetness and fluff is what I feel like indulging in, and I hope you guys enjoy it too with a side of small, lighthearted banter. There was also another Lohrei request, which I will also hopefully fulfill sometime soon. I hope you guys enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Mason Lohrei x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: None :)

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Sitting in the painting studio, their paintbrush drifted lightly over the canvas, creating lines and details that would soon come to life. The ambiance was warm, but still, the deep blue evening-fading-into-night sky was cold.

It was a quick runaway from their responsibilities, an escape from the fast-paced life that was reality. No shame in self-indulgence.

The front door seemed to chime every now and then, with customers coming in and out, and their eyes never drifted away from the canvas.

Focused on the work in front of them, they wanted to paint something that was similar to Monet’s style, imaginary and fuzzy on the line of dreams. Their palette was covered in all cool tones at the moment, and they hoped to add in a warm color for emphasis later on.

“What’cha workin’ on?”

They were slightly startled by the voice, but laughed it off quickly.

“Oh, just a little painting,” they smiled at the person, noticing that he had soft and slightly reddish-blond hair that fell onto his gentle, sweet face.

Returning their attention back to their painting, he nodded and sat down beside them, prepping his paint brushes and colors that he wanted to use on his canvas.

Looking around the studio awkwardly for a bit, he hoped to find some sort of inspiration that could get him started, but to no avail, for the studio was rather bland with a sad beige, only bright colors and paints on the canvases around him.

He felt a little clueless and lost on where to begin his painting, not sure which colors to use first.

An idea came to his mind, and he pulled out his phone, searching for some Bob Ross paintings that he could try and paint.

He set his phone down on his lap, and started to mix his paints to the right base color on his palette, his brush swirling soft hues of grays, blues, and greens together to create a neutral, sky-like color.

As the brush was painting against the canvas, the beautiful color seemed to leave trails all over the canvas, the painting already coming to life.

They glanced over at his canvas for a quick moment, but their eyes were drawn back, lingering on it for much longer than intended, which caused him to pull his brush away in subtle embarrassment.

“What—is something wrong?”

His face was flushed in a slight, beety-red, which caused them to also end up apologizing in embarrassment, their own face turning crimson.

“No, no, it just looks—” They stumbled over their own words, an awkward mishap that was beyond what they wanted. “It looks really good,”

A few eyes were drawn from people around them, attention grabbed by the slight commotion, but slowly returned back to their own things.

He let out a gentle chuckle, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck before speaking again. “Thanks, I’m Mason.”

They smiled at him, and introduced themselves as well before beginning to work on their painting again.

Silence of words settled between the both of them, soft jazz humming in the air from a speaker somewhere else in the studio.

Every now and then however, they glanced over at Mason, noticing the slight, yet detailed progress he made, while also admiring his features that were a gentle shade of pink that reminded them of clouds against a sunset.

Little did they know, he also looked over too, filled with awe at their work, and how focused they looked, each time he did.

Pulling their paintbrush away from the canvas, they noticed his gaze on their art.

“It’s your turn to stare now, huh?” Their tone was light and playful, causing the both of them to laugh.

He wiped his hand on his apron, and then motioned towards the painting. “Oh c’mon, I can’t admire something that belongs in a museum?”

They blushed and shied away for a brief moment, heart fluttering involuntarily for a stranger that they just met. “Oh, stop it, Mason.”

A smug look appeared on his face, but he too was blushing at the obvious attempt at flirting. “It’s a little distracting if I say so myself, I can’t seem to get my painting done if all I’m doing is admiring your work.”

Rolling their eyes at him while giving a playful scoff, they continued to paint light strokes and dabbles on their painting, hoping to finish it soon, but not too soon since they wanted to stay around him for a little longer.

As time went on, their painting became more and more complete, with smaller details almost finished. They set down their paintbrush on the table, wanting to get up and walk around for a bit before adding the finishing touches.

Mason was still laser-focused on his painting, his hand careful not to make any mistakes, and he was no longer relying on any inspiration, but rather his own ideas and thoughts.

They grabbed water from the complimentary snacks and drinks table near the back, cleaning their hands off on their apron before taking a sip, grateful for the hydration that relieved their thirst that they didn’t know they had.

Walking back, they noticed that Mason was looking up at them, smiling and waving them over.

“You miss me or something?” They sat down in their chair, setting their water bottle down on the table.

“Nah,” he said jokingly. “Also is that paint water?”

They panicked for a brief moment before realizing how illogical his question was. “Mason!”

He laughed at the situation, finding slight enjoyment in teasing them. “I can’t believe you kinda fell for it though,”

“Well, I trusted you.” The words slipped out from their mouth in a way that seemed a little more than platonic, which caused their face to heat up in unwanted embarrassment.

He noticed this, and decided to give a more honest response than he normally would, which was a little bold of him. “I trust you too,” he smiled.

Outside, the night was darker, and the city seemed much more quiet, the studio slowly emptying out as people went back to their homes for the day.

They both finished up their paintings, both beautiful and unique, but they still needed to put varnish onto it to protect it from fading, and so they gave the paintings to the workers so they could pick it up the next day.

“Hey, I really enjoyed talking and painting alongside you today,” he said as they both walked back to the table to retrieve their belongings.

“Yeah.” They smiled softly at his words, heart warming up in their chest, bringing a heated blush to their neck and cheeks. “I did as well, Mason. I really enjoyed meeting you,”

He pulled out his phone nervously, and motioned it towards them. “May we talk sometime again? I’d like to do this—well it doesn’t have to be this—more often,”

Nodding in agreement, they added their number into his phone before they parted ways, and they both left the painting studio that night with rosy-blushed cheeks and bright, hopeful smiles.

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snorky · 18 days

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You Glimmer Like City Lights Against the Sea Port

Hey y’all! So sorry this took forever to come out, life has been chaotic and I’ve only recently just started to catch a break, sorta. Well anywho, Jeremy Swayman sweetness and fluff, but as all things are, nothing is perfect. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Jeremy Swayman x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Some creep (ew), Unwanted touching, (let me know if I need to add anything!)

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The chill evening breeze swept past her, causing goosebumps to appear on her skin, despite being huddled in the warmth of her friends as they walked down the street.

Their laughter rang in the air, sounds of a memory being engraved in her mind, and she could feel the thumping of the music in the bar in her chest. Her dress sparkled under the neon entrance light, alluring and perfect in all the right places.

As they all entered the bar, the stench of alcohol and all sorts of cologne and perfumes stung her nose bitterly, unfamiliar and strange for her normality.

Her friends told her something along the lines of heading to the dance floor, but she shook her head and settled to sit at the bar for a drink or two, but she promised them that she would follow suit later.

Waving their goodbyes for a temporary departure, she turned her focus to the bartender in front of her, making her order of choice, a dirty Shirley for nostalgia’s sake. Shortly after less than a minute, her drink was in front of her, the crimson color of the cherries floating around.

It tasted just like how she remembered, just a little more sharp this time, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

“What’s got you all dopey, angel?”

She turned her head to the voice, eyes meeting a darkly attractive man with soft brown hair, and scruffy facial hair that emphasized his face.

Her face warmed up at the unexpected attention, something she was trying to avoid that night. “Oh, just, nothin’,” she murmured in a bashful manner.

“Can’t be,” he scoffed playfully. “Unless there’s some magic in the air that’s causing you to look this heavenly,”

She chuckled at his words, his attempts at flirting evident. “You’re funny,” she smiled, grabbing her glass to take a sip.

He watched her hands as she held the glass, taking a drink of the Shirley. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Her voice was hardly audible in the loud bar, but he read her lips like a sacred prayer.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk, but it was an illusion, far from cocky, and they both knew it. She knew that he was a deep and hearty soul, anything but selfish and self-centered.

Motioning for the bartender, he ordered a beer for himself, as well as said something that she couldn’t quite hear over the music. Looking back at her, his eyes seemed to glimmer with some mischievous intent.

“The drinks are on me by the way, just so you know.” He gave her a wink that seemed so cheesy, she started to laugh.

“Jeez, don’t wink again, for everyone’s sake.” Her tone was lighthearted and playful, mirroring his flirtatiousness.

He leaned a little closer to her, but still cautiously observing her comfort, trying not to cross any lines. “What, ‘cause it’d make you fall for me harder?”

Rolling her eyes at him, she couldn’t help but let a smile appear on her face. “Ugh, you’re so weird,”

“I’m completely normal—” He took a sip of his beer, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I dunno what you’re talking about,”

“You know what—yeah—you’re right. I’m wrong. Oh, hail the mighty…” Looking up at him, she realized she didn’t even know his name yet.

Giving her a sweet smile, he told her his name. “Jeremy.”

“Oh hail the mighty Jeremy, bringer of rights, corrector of wrongs.”

It was his turn to laugh, deep and hearty that seemed to make her warm. “If I’m so right, maybe I think that we should have a dance, no?” He got off of his seat, and held his hand out to her.

Placing her hand in his, she got off of her seat as well, his height compared to her evident. “Anything for the mighty Jeremy,” she laughed.

They both made their way to the dancefloor, still just as crowded as before, and she tightened her grip on his hands. He noticed this and looked back, giving her a gentle smile, squeezing her hand twice delicately.

As they passed through the crowd towards an empty spot, she spotted her friends, and gave them a thumbs up as she continued to walk, causing her friends to erupt in cheers and all sorts of celebratory gestures.

Jeremy squeezed her hand again, getting her attention. She looked up at him, a soft smile pinned on her face as they both attempted to dance in the crowded area.

The buzz of her drink was finally just starting to affect her, each touch of his electrified, warm, and it made her feel like she was floating in a dream, a lost haze that she wanted to be permanent.

Yet it was awkward trying to move around and along to the music when there was little to no room to move, arms and legs stiff and cautious to not step or bump into anyone else.

Leaning closer towards him, her palm resting against his chest, she looked up at him and let out a nervous laugh.

“Too crowded in here,”

He looked at her and gave a small chuckle, lowering down to speak near her ear. “I can’t hear you in here, angel,”

She gave his hand two squeezes before walking towards the direction of the exit, weaving through the bodies in the crowded bar that made it feel so cramped and stuffy.

The breeze of fresh, refreshing air welcomed the both of them with open arms, causing the both of them to shiver, more notably, her.

“It’s better out—out here,” she stuttered, arms crossed over one another as she tried to conserve her warmth.

He raised a brow at her, unsure of whether or not she was serious about her comment. “Yeah? You think so?”

Nodding her head, she gave him a sheepish smile, wanting to play strong.

Unfortunately, he saw right through her facade, and he took his jacket off and placed it on her shoulders, which she accepted gratefully, with a genuine smile this time.

They both stood there outside, leaning against the brick wall side by side, breathing in the fresh air in silence together for a bit, their breaths almost visible.

It shouldn’t have been as cold as it felt, but the Northeast had a tendency to have inconsistent weather. Sunny and warm one day, snow the next.

Rummaging through her purse, she hoped to get a hold of her phone to send an apology to her friends in case she worried them. “I need to get back in there, I should tell my friends where I am,” she realized, breaking the silence.

He looked over at her, a soft look on his face. “I’ll wait for you,”

She smiled at him before walking back into the crowded bar, searching for her friends among the large number of people.

Attempting to move through the bodies that were grouped near the entrance, she felt a hand touch her waist, to which she instinctively swatted away.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you, baby?”

The stench of booze lingered on the stranger’s breath as it fanned over her neck, causing her to almost scoff with disgust.

“Get away from me—”

She tried to walk away from him, but her wrist was grabbed back, her attention forced back onto the stranger unwillingly.

Her stomach churned uncomfortably, the mixture of both her drink and the situation getting to her, and her surroundings became more blurred, fear rushing through her.

“Oh, you’re real classy man.”

The next few moments passed by in the blink of an eye after she heard the familiar voice, profanities and shouting could be made of the commotion, and eventually, she was being pulled out of the bar, her feet stumbling slightly at the rapid change.

“Are you alright?”

Panic filled her as she looked at the person who pulled her out, but then she slowly began to relax as she realized it was Jeremy. His hands were placed on each side of her arms carefully, trying not to startle her further.

She nodded, words unable to escape from her throat. Her eyes tried to focus on his worried expression, but all she could concentrate on was his touch that felt oh-so-familiar, warm and comforting, wanting to be in his embrace.

He looked at her with a concerned worry in his eyes, which quickly faded away as she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and he followed suit, his own arms around her body.

Sighing at the warmth and comfort, her fuzzy head started to wander, and the thought of this feeling, this very moment, being so strangely familiar sat within her mind.

Perhaps it was the blurry lights of the cityscape across the cove, twinkling like the stars, just like it did in his eyes when she first met him, or perhaps, it was the simple beauty of it all.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she spoke quietly.

He nodded his head in agreement, his focus switching between the sight of the lights, and her in his arms. “It is, but not as beautiful as you,”

Her face warmed up at his words, a gentle contrast to the cool air.

Standing there, they allowed themselves to take in the fresh outside, with gentle breathing to ease the both of them before they parted ways, but not before they exchanged numbers to keep in touch.

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snorky · 25 days

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hey y’all! just a little update message, tumblr notified me that i have been on this website/app for a year! i wanna thank every one of y’all who have supported my writing, and speaking of which, a jeremy swayman story should be out soon :) love you angels lots!!

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snorky · 1 month

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O Beautiful Saint, O Lovely Saint

Hey y’all! I hope you all are doing well, and happy Friday. I wrote another Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen story, and yes, sweet, but not too long, and not too short. Something along the ramblings of springtime that comes with both sun and rain, along with some fluff. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: None :)

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The bookstore was a safe haven for her, a safe haven filled with the scent of books, filled with subtle music, filled with an indescribable coziness that she couldn’t find anywhere else.

Rain tapped softly on the windows, a gentle pitter-pat that seemed to flow with the music perfectly, and the warm glow of the lights were welcoming, inviting any bypasser to stay as they pleased.

Browsing through the tall aisles filled with books in the shelves and the stout tables with books stacked on one another, her fingers traced each title delicately, hoping that a book would call out her name for her to bring home.

After a short while, she picked out a book that was in a more secluded area of the store, a book from her teenage years. It was a world that she could easily get lost in over and over again, a whole different universe that seemed so ethereal.

Outside, the rain continued on, with no sign of faltering, but she didn’t mind. Walking out of the bookstore, the rain fell on her head, cold droplets that sent a shiver down her slightly with each drop.

She pushed her book deeper in her bag, hoping to protecting from the unfortunate weather, and continued walking down the street.

The wet pavement splashed slightly beneath her feet, seemingly tapping into a wonderland.

“Hey,” a warm voice called out to her.

Searching for the voice, she saw a tall man, with soft features and blond hair that made him look angelic despite the gloomy sky.

He stuck out his umbrella to her, offering it to her as if she was the angelic one. “Umbrella?”

She shook her head, a grateful smile appearing on her face nonetheless. “No, thank you, I’ll be okay.”

“Please? It’s not a big hassle for me to have a lovely woman get home safe and not catch a cold,” he pleaded gently.

His demeanor was genuine, not pushy or hoping for more than a small chat, and she accepted his kind offer. “Thank you, sir.” She took the umbrella in her hand, watching as he smiled sweetly.

They both parted ways, but not before turning to look at each other once more, a classic fairytale cliche that made her blush slightly. She hoped that he didn’t notice it under the shade of the umbrella, but he hoped the same, a warm pink blush on his face.

A few days later, she was wandering around town, basking in the fresh spring sunshine in her new dress, a pretty floral print along the skirt. She had already gotten a few pastries, and she felt drawn to a small little flower shop that hid between two other stores. Her apartment seemed a little empty, and so some flowers could make the place more lively.

As she walked inside, the fresh smell of flowers was refreshing, until she remembered that she had seasonal allergies. Her nose itched and tingled uncomfortably for a while, before she let out a sneeze or two.

She looked around nervously, hoping that no one heard her sneeze, but nothing is perfect in reality.

“Bless you,”

It was a recognizable voice, the voice of the man that gave her the umbrella a few days back. She turned around, spotting him a few feet away, face all so familiar to her.

He was just as warm and friendly as when she first met him, except this time, with the sunlight passing through the front windows, he seemed even more heavenly, not just any angel, but to the point where she was caught in awe.

“Oh, thank you,” she said quietly, afraid that if she spoke too loud it would break some sort of spell. “I don’t have your umbrella with me, I’m sorry,”

“No, no, it’s okay.” His voice was gentle and warm, just as before, mirroring the sunlight that fell into the shop. “Your dress is really pretty, by the way,” he smiled.

Her face warmed at his compliment, a smile appearing on her face unwillingly, but she felt more than welcome to allow it. “Awh, thank you, your smile is beautiful,”

She cringed slightly at her boldness, but soon eased up as she saw him chuckle with a blush on his face.

“Thank you,” he said, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck nervously. “What’s your name?”

Telling him her name and introducing herself, he seemed to blush a little more. “That’s a lovely name, I’m Ukko-Pekka, but you can call me Ukko.” He stuck his hand out for her to shake, and she accepted it, taking her hand in his.

Giving him a sweet smile, she turned her attention back to the flowers that were in front of her, soft peonies and tulips in various colors.

He continued to linger in her mind, every little detail of him seemed to make her flush with a lovestruck smile. It was immature, having a silly little crush on some guy that was gentlemanly, the bare minimum, but her heart felt like it could hope for more.

She glanced over at him every once in a while, but reminded herself of how odd it looked to be ogling over some guy she just met, but he wasn’t just some guy.

Grabbing the flowers that she wanted for the arrangement, she walked up to the front counter, ready to pay and purchase. She wanted to settle on a regular paper wrapping, plain, knowing that she didn’t need anything fancy or extra.

Just as she was finalizing her order and getting the arrangement sorted out at the front desk, a hand gently tapped on her shoulder. Turning around, she saw his face again, cheeks slightly rosy.

“Hey um—” he paused. “What’s your favorite color?”

She stood there and thought about it, unsure of what to say. “I don’t really know,” she laughed softly. “I like all of them.”

He nodded and then disappeared to some part of the flower store, most likely behind a shelf or looking at the arrangements at the front of the store. She was unsure of why he asked such a question out of the blue, but shrugged it off as nothing big.

Shortly after that, her order was finished as she accepted the receipt from the clerk, her bouquet all nice and pretty, arranged beautifully. There were little baby’s breath flowers spread throughout the bouquet, filling empty spaces with bursts of white and softness.

Pushing the front door of the store, the warmness of the sun seemed to envelope her as she stepped out, a golden radiance shining from her.

She looked back into the store once more, seeing him at the front counter looking right back at her with a slightly flushed expression. He sheepishly motioned for her to wait one minute as he was paying for his own bouquet of flowers, and she complied, waiting under the doorway of the shop.

When he was finished, he walked quickly to her, afraid that he was wasting her time. “I’m so sorry if you have somewhere to be, do you?”

She shook her head, smiled all golden and sweet like honey.

“Alright, well I got you these,” he said shyly, handing her the bouquet full of daisies, carnations in pink and red, and with some other lovely flowers, all vibrant and beautiful. “I hope you like them.”

Standing there, she was at a loss for words, face in a bright smile, dress flowing in the slight breeze, and him there, sun glowing behind him like a halo, angelic and strong.

“I love them Ukko,” she whispered.

Her fingers traced the petals gently, admiring how gorgeous they looked out in the sunlight. It seemed like he already knew her deeply, every little detail of the bouquet perfect to what she could only ever dream of.

She looked back up at him, and her eyes seemed to memorize each feature of his face, hoping to know it by heart. “Thank you,”

He nodded his head, his features fuzzy and blurred, a dream-like heavenly state.

They both stood there, the sound of birds chirping could be heard in the distance. It was a blossoming springtime, fresh and vibrant, a new start, new beginnings.

After a few moments, he started to slowly regret his actions, not of handing her the bouquet, but out of fear of being rejected by her.

“Oh, I have to go,” he blurted. Technically, he didn’t have anywhere he needed to be, but he wanted this slightly embarrassing moment to be over and done with.

He was playing with his cards, hoping that his plan would go smoothly with the outcome he expected.

She was slightly confused at his suddenness, and a somber expression appeared, a saddened smile, but she allowed the departure once more. “Alright then, goodbye Ukko,”

As she walked away, back in towards the direction of her apartment, she glanced back to see him, waving goodbye to her, a tight-lipped smile with saddened eyes. Waving back, her heart already seemed to ache, not wanting to let go of him just yet.

Her walk home seemed dull, despite the bright and vibrant colors of spring being present in every corner.

Regret seeped into each crevice of her mind, wondering if she should’ve given his number, or some other way to reach out to her.

Opening the door to her apartment, she walked in, a prayer in her breath. Hoping that the flowers could bring the vibrance that he did, hoping that one day, she’ll live knowing that maybe people come and go.

Sorting out her flowers in a vase, she noticed an odd piece of paper tied to the bouquet that he gave her. She unfolded the paper, wondering if it was some mistake by the clerk.

Reading the note on the paper, her heart seemed to drift among the clouds, feeling relief and fuzziness that blurred her thoughts.

His number was scrawled on the paper, seemingly rushed, most likely from her waiting outside of the shop, and a sweet message about a potential coffee date later that week.

She gave the number a dial, and it was picked up on the other end in a short amount of time. “Hi, is this Ukko?”

“Yeah, hello.” He had a nervous twinge in his voice, clearing his throat.

“It’s a yes to your question by the way, I’ll see you Friday morning,” she said sweetly.

Ukko let out a sigh of relief, and smiled to himself. “See you then—oh, and do you enjoy your flowers?”

“Yes, I do, they’re gorgeous, Upie.” Her eyes admired the bouquet that now was in a vase on her countertop, truly making the place feel more lively.

“That’s good, because I hope to bring you more,”

They both continued to chat on the phone, laughing and talking about anything that came to mind, hoping it would make Friday morning come quicker, hoping to see each other once more.

She hoped that perhaps another bouquet would be gifted, from his palms, a bright smile beaming on his face and cheeks all rosy again, and he hoped that he could see her heavenly smile again, her sweet laugh and her angelic radiance.

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I Won't See You Tonight

Hey y’all! I hope you are doing well and blessed, and I hope this angsty Alex Holtz story is enjoyable to read. My sister recommended the idea of Holtzy as a mechanic and I ran with it. The title is from a song by Avenged Sevenfold, which was lingering around in my head for a long while. Something something along the lines of comfort, angst, and a thing or two about needing to take care of someone. Speaking of which, I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Alexander Holtz x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Angst, Self-deprecation (self-bad talk), Comfort, Alcohol Consumption (of legal age), Mild jealousy (let me know if I need to add anything)

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“Crap, crap, crap!”

Her car slowed down to a halt, spitting and sputtering as she pulled over to the side of the long, empty road. Turning off her engine, she clasped her hands at the top of the steering wheel and rested her forehead against it, irked by the fact that she had work within a few hours.

The hot summer sun didn’t seem to help, quickly turning her, apparently now unreliable, car into a miniature oven. It hadn’t had any previous or any notable issues that would hinder the aging process of the car, but apparently something was off.

Stepping out of the car, she checked her surroundings, and sure enough, not a car in sight. She pulled her phone out from her pocket, sighing in relief that she still had data on her phone, and searched up the phone number for the nearest auto shop.

The dial tone could be heard one moment, and the next was a voice, of what she assumed to be, the voice of the front desk worker for the auto shop.

“Hello, welcome to Dave’s Auto, how can we help you today?”

“Yeah, uhm–” She paced around the side of her car nervously for a brief second before continuing. “My car broke down on the side of Earl road. Do you think that you could send out some help by chance?”

He chuckled at her, but in a lighthearted way. “By chance? Ma’am of course we can help you. One of our guys will be there in about five minutes tops.”

She thanked him and hung up the phone, sliding it back into her pocket. Walking around the car, she tried to analyze and see if there was anything visibly wrong with the car from the outside.

Unfortunately for her, she couldn’t notice anything significant, and so her next thought was to check under the hood of the car. The engine seemed to look normal, and the oil didn’t have any odd coloration.

Everything seemed to be normal, and so she stood near the front of her car, waiting for one of the mechanics to arrive.

After a few minutes, a blueish tow truck with the auto shop’s logo could be seen driving closer to her, and she gave herself a lopsided smile of relief, and yet irritation from her car breaking down.

The truck parked and came to a stop in front of her car, allowing for easy access to actually move the car onto the platform.

“Hey, this your car?”

The man that stepped out the car was decently tall, wearing gray coveralls as his work uniform, and had wavy brown hair. As he stepped closer to her, she noticed his eyes, which seemed to captivate her the most.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” she laughed nervously.

He turned his attention to her after taking a quick look at her car, and smiled warmly. “You don’t gotta say sorry, miss. It’s my job,”

Hooking the car onto the tow truck, he fiddled with a pen and a notepad for a few moments before motioning for her to follow him.

Pausing, she looked at him nervously for a brief moment, and he read her expression before quickly apologizing. “Sorry, I should’ve asked, do you want a ride back to the auto shop or do you have someone picking you up?”

“Oh.” Her face flushed up in embarrassment for assuming that he was being odd, but was just offering a helping hand. “Yes I need a ride, sorry—” She quickly tried to read the name that was embroidered onto his coveralls. “Holtz?”

He opened the door to the passenger side of the truck, allowing her to get in. “Yeah, that’s my last name,” he smiled. “You can call me Alex though, promise.”

She smiled back at him, “Thank you so much for helping me with my car then, Alex”

His face warmed up a little, enjoying how her voice spoke his name so, perfectly. He got into the truck on his side, and they both drove towards the direction of the auto shop.

The drive remained mostly silent, apart from some small talk and the hum of the radio that was on. The view from her window was essentially just an empty road, which was unfortunately her only route to and from the bar she worked at.

“How’s your day been, miss?” His gaze was focused on the road ahead of him, but his mind ran rampant about her.

It was, most definitely, inappropriate to harbor such a childish crush for someone he just met, but he tried his best to ignore his feelings and keep it professional. After all, he didn’t have any high hopes that he’d see her again after this encounter.

“It’s been, well, regular—” she let out a soft laugh, the situation that she ended up in being not-so-regular. It was a sound that he could get accustomed to easily, wanting to hear it on repeat. “Besides my car breaking down three hours before work.”

He clicked his tongue against his teeth, feeling sympathy for her situation. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear about that,” he sighed. “I—we can get it done before that I hope, unless you don’t want to go to work?”

His joke made her laugh slightly, causing a small smile to appear on his own face.

She let out a breath and leaned back in the seat. “Ugh, I wish, Alex. But rent isn’t free unfortunately.”

Nodding his head in agreement, he continued to focus on the road. His fingers tapped along to the song on the radio on his steering wheel from the classic rock station. It had always been a favorite station of his, most likely from the fact that it was the only thing ever playing at his work.

Shortly after a few minutes, the truck, along with her car, arrived at the auto shop. Her broken down car was moved into the garage, while she was escorted into the main office area of the shop.

“So that car, the—Nissan Skyline?” The front desk worker looked up at her to confirm that it was in fact, her vehicle, and not the wrong one.

“Yes, that one.” She gave a half-smile, partly in pride of her car that was a little pricey in the market, but took good care of, and partly because now it seemed a little useless.

He scrawled down the name of the car on his notepad, before turning his attention to her again. “And the name or owner?”

She gave him her name, as well as her insurance information and phone number in case they needed to contact her.

Alex walked through the door that connected the office to the garage, a slightly disappointed look on his face. “Just a dead battery that needs replacing, shouldn’t take more than an hour,”

“That’ll do it,” she sighed. Of course, it was some basic issue that she had looked over and failed to maintain, most likely from the fact that she was extremely busy. “How much do you think it’ll be?”

“Three-hundred.”

“Two-fifty.”

Both Alex and the front desk worker glared at each other before he was shooed off back into the garage, leaving just her and the desk worker in the office.

“Three-hundred, and don’t listen to him, it sounds like a good deal but you’re not getting anything from some one-hundred dollar battery for the Skyline. It’s better to invest in a solid battery.”

She nodded suspiciously, disguising it as a nod of understandment, before handing the cash over to the worker, to which he then printed out a receipt for her to keep for records.

Moving over to the chairs in the waiting area of the office, she slumped down into it, letting out a breath of exhaustion. She pulled out her phone and texted her boss saying that she might be late for work, which was followed up by a quick response of something along the lines of take it easy.

For the next half-hour, she flipped mindlessly through the magazines that were on a small table nearby, and eyed the vending machines that had soft-drinks and beverages that seemed so tempting on a hot summer day.

A few more minutes ticked by, and Alex came through the door that connected the garage and the office area.

“You’re all set, miss.” He beamed proudly, having stuck with his word and kept the work-time lower than an hour. “Follow me,” he waved.

She followed him through the door, entering the garage that smelled like gasoline and car oil. Spotting her car, she walked over to it, talking a quick walk around to inspect his work.

“Yeah, so I just replaced the car engine—I mean, sorry.” He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck as he laughed, his error causing her to have a bewildered expression. “I meant the battery. The car battery. I did not replace your car engine,”

She sighed and wiped her brow in mock relief. “Whew, I would’ve called the manager on you, Alex,”

“Just a slight error, but all jokes aside, you should be all set and ready to go.” Alex spoke with a seemingly saddened tone, his mind accompanied with the knowledge that he might not get to see her again.

Her heart felt similar, eyes more tired, but still vibrant from the short time knowing him. “Thank you so much, I really do mean it,” she smiled. “I’ll see you later.”

She knew that she wasn’t going to see him later most likely, but she wanted to remain hopeful.

He gave her a final smile back, waving to her as she entered her car, and pulled out of the auto shop. Color seemed to slowly fade from his world, turning back into an ordinary life that he lived before.

A few minutes later, she arrived at the bar she worked at, and it was the usual shift of serving patrons their drinks and foods, friendly chats to wring out a tip or two, and anything else really to pass time.

Her own life seemed to be more dull without him, the neon glow of the lights in the bar barely enchanting anymore. Each shot glass seemed to have more lackluster with each passing night, filled up with vodka shots, gin, and what-other-nots that people drank to drown their summer sorrows.

That was, until, a familiar face showed up at her bar, those same gray coveralls and messy brown hair that held a glimmer in her heart.

“Just one uh—”

After he turned his attention to her, tired eyes refocusing, he realized who she was in the dim lighting.

“Oh, hi, miss.”

She softly looked at him, and smiled, which seemed to brighten him up a bit. “Hi, dearie.” Her hand held a towel and wiped the rim of a glass after she had washed it, putting it behind her on the counter. “What drink do you want?”

“Jagermeister, please.”

His voice was quiet, just as strong as she remembered, but this time, it faltered slightly, cracks in the crevices and deep details.

Grabbing a glass, she filled it up with his drink of choice, the dark, earthy color filling up to the brim. She held it in her hands delicately, his eyes following her movements. As she set the glass down in front of him, her gaze met his deep brown eyes, mirroring the liquor.

“Here’s your drink, be responsible,” she whispered.

He read her lips like a poem, understanding each word deeply, the last part like a promise that she didn’t want him to break. “Yes, miss,”

The night grew on, patrons leaving and coming in and out of the bar, and yet he remained there, in his seat, sipping away at his drink, a slight flush appearing on his face from the alcohol.

She looked back at him every so often, catching how his eyes lingered on her a little longer when she talked to other patrons, serving their drinks, accepting tips from guys that seemed to be too flirty for his liking.

Alex was never the jealous type, but perhaps he was when he was under the influence and in the same room as her.

He raised his hand up to try and get her attention, mainly out of wanting to just talk to her. “Hey uh, miss?” His voice slurred slightly, the effects of the drink slowly getting to him.

Walking over to him, she rested her arms on the counter, lowering down to meet his eyes. “Yes, Alex? How can I help you?”

Her voice seemed to be smooth and sweet like honey, something that he wanted to taste so badly. He was stuck with her, enamored oh so deeply. All he ever wanted now was just her, and no one else.

“Hi.” A dopey smile was plastered on his face, hair tousled and messy.

She smiled at how cute it was that he called her over, just to say something so simple. “Hi, you holding up okay?”

He nodded his head, eyes slightly glossy, but it almost seemed like a mirage under the dim lighting.

And then, she was pulled away from him again, slipping away from his invisible grasp.

She laughed and playfully talked to others as he watched, and the night started to die down, the majority of large crowds leaving. It was just him and her in the bar now it seemed, aside from a few other workers and patrons at tables around the bar.

Wiping a wet rag along the counter, she saw that he was resting his head in his arms, almost dead silent aside from a slight sniffle that could hardly be heard.

“Alex?” She gently placed a hand on his shoulder, careful not to startle him.

His drink was unfinished, glass still half-full with the liquor. Picking up his head slowly, he met her with teary eyes, and her heart sank with sorrow.

Cupping his face gently, she wiped a tear that he shed away carefully. “What’s wrong?”

“I just—” He took a shaky breath inwards, avoiding eye contact with her. “Why does no one treat you right?”

It felt like a sharp pang in her chest, something that she had never spoken openly about, but he read her perfectly. “What do you mean? No one treats me right?”

“You. You’re so perfect ‘n pretty, and yet, all these guys just want to see you stroking their egos just for you to get a small tip that isn’t even fair.” He rested his head in his arms again, hiding his face from her. “It’s not fair.”

She was awestruck by all of this spilling from him, not believing that this is what he truly meant, but she knew, he was all raw and vulnerable before her gaze.

“It’s my job.” Her words came out empty, as if it was something that she wasn’t satisfied with. “I’m used to it, Alex, please don’t worry.”

He looked at her, eyes reddish and puffy, and pulled out his wallet. His hand held a fifty-dollar bill, and a twenty-dollar bill. “Please, take it. That greedy scumbag ripped you off about that car battery, and for the tip for the drink as well.”

She shook her head in denial as she cleaned up his drink, pouring the rest of it down the drain. “Alex, I’ll take the tip for the drink, but not the car, it doesn’t hurt me.”

“Please, miss?” he pleaded. “It won’t hurt, I just hate seeing you be lied to like that,”

Looking at him again, she walked closer, moving her hand to his shoulder and rubbing it soothingly. “Alright, but the drink is on the house, okay?” She accepted the tip, sliding it into her back pocket as he smiled, still teary eyed. “How’d you get here?”

“A cab,” he responded. “But I don’t know if I can call a cab this late,”

“I’ll drive you home, if you trust me of course,” she offered.

“I trust you, and I really like you, ya’know, you’re so sweet and kind and beautiful. You’re an angel,” he rambled.

“You as well, Alex.” Her hands were occupied with counting the cash at the register, closing everything up before turning her attention back to him. “You’re so pretty.” She took her hand and held his face.

He leaned into her touch gently, eyes shut and relaxed. “I’m sorry you have to see me so—pathetic,” he sighed.

“You aren’t pathetic, promise you,”

It was now just the both of them, alone in the bar. Her boss was always last to leave, and it was only half an hour until closing.

Silence sat between the both of them, comfortable and yet uncomfortable. The air was all stuffy and the scent of alcohol, cheap and expensive, filled the air.

“I should get going,” he said, getting up from the chair. “Don’t wanna bother you any longer,”

She reached out and grasped his hand softly, hoping to keep him a little longer. “No, Alex, I don’t—”

He shook his hand from her, vulnerability scrawled all over his face. “I want to let you be, I don’t deserve you,”

“Alex, no!” she shouted after him. “I want to make sure you get home safely,”

“I can take care of myself! I’m a grown adult!” he retaliated.

Her heart crumbled when he shouted, but she still tried. “I’ll take care of you, okay? Just one night, Alex.”

He looked back at her, seeing her teary eyes despite her strong face. “I’m sorry, I’ll wait.”

For the next few minutes, she gathered her bag and belongings, and walked out of the bar with him, his arm slung around her shoulders.

He was confused, but slightly sobering up from the cool night air. “Why do you want to take care of me? I’m just some guy you met,”

“Alex, you’re kind and sweet, you didn’t take advantage of my money, and you’re trying your best, alright?”

“But you’re so pretty,” he whispered, looking over at her.

She laughed softly, her smile vibrant and warm. “Alex, what does it take for me to tell you that I like you too,”

“Wait, what?”

Opening the passenger side door, she motioned for him to get in. “Yes, Alex, I like you,”

He smiled, with pure happiness despite being exhausted. “You, like me?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “I like you, Alex.” She got in the driver’s side of the car, starting up the engine. “Where is your address? We need to get home,”

“We? Like me and you?” he said dreamily.

“Well I said I was going to take care of you, so sure.”

He told her his address, and then she started driving. Cozying into the seat, he got comfortable and rested his eyes for a bit, which ended up being the entire ride.

It was a quiet ride, comfortable, and only comfortable silence, with her looking over at him every now and then, smiling softly to herself.

When they both arrived at his house, she gently tapped his shoulder to wake him up, still in his gray coveralls.

He mumbled something, still in the process of waking up.

“Alex, honey.” She shook him a little this time, but not too rough. “Let’s get you inside okay?”

Nodding his head, which was now affected by a headache, he complied, allowing her to help him inside.

She kept her promise, making sure that he ended up in his bed, making sure that he had a bottle of water and some pain medicine at his bedside table, and making sure that he woke up with a note beside him, with her phone number and a sweet message for him.

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snorky · 2 months

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Can I request some more UPL imagines?? There is not enough of love for him on here 💕💕

Seeing The Smile On Your Face Makes Me Believe That You're A Saint

Hey y’all and hello to the lovely requester! I hope you all are doing good and well, living life to what you can make it. Thank you to the lovely requester for the request about some love for Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen. I decided to make it short and sweet, full of comforting fluff, especially if you are sick or feeling unwell. I hope you all enjoy this fic, and remember to take care of yourself!

Pairing: Ukko-Pekka Luukkonen x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: None

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Sitting on the living room couch, or rather laying down, they clutched a pillow against their stomach, eyes watery and breaths shaky. Their body seemed to not tolerate anything, a stomach bug, a cold, and a migraine was a recipe for disaster.

The front door opened, and the sound of shuffling feet along with ruffling grocery bags could be heard, followed by the sound of the door closing.

Quickly, it was replaced with the sound of the bags being gently set on the ground, and soft footsteps towards them. “Sweetheart?”

“Hmmph?” they mumbled into their pillow, head pressed against it.

Ukko walked over to the front of the couch, sitting down on the ground in front of them. “How are you feeling, lovey?” He placed a gentle hand on their shoulder, rubbing it soothingly.

“I don’t know.” Turning over to face him, they saw his concerned, yet sweet expression that could only be described as devotion and love. “Everything hurts,” they added. “Head, shoulders, knees, and toes and all.” A small chuckle escaped their lips as they pointed to where it hurt or felt uncomfortable.

He laughed with them, placing a light kiss on their temple as he stood up. “I’m going to get you one of my hoodies, get you a little more comfortable.”

His footsteps could be heard echoing down the hallway, hardwood floors creaking slightly. A few moments later, he came back into the living room, holding one of his Sabres Hockey hoodies in his hand.

Reaching out to accept the hoodie, they gave him a sweet smile. “Thank you, angel,”

“Of course, anything for you,” he comforted, placing a kiss on their head before he sat down on the couch along with them.

They both remained there in comfortable silence for a short while, with him resting his eyes as he leaned back on the couch while they had their face buried within the pillows and blankets.

He opened his eyes, staring at it for a bit before turning his attention to them.

“I’ll make us some warm soup for dinner, okay?”

They sat up, adjusting themselves before attempting to get up, but were quickly stopped by Ukko’s gentle hand against their shoulder. “Wait, but—”

“I’ll be making dinner, you don’t have to worry about it.” He placed another soft kiss against their temple, and then got up from the couch. “Just relax for me, I’ll try to keep the noise down in the kitchen.”

Their eyes almost teared up from how considerate he was when it came to them feeling ill or any sort of abnormal, and to say he was an angel described the bare minimum of how he treated them.

Cozying up under the blanket, they slowly started to feel a little more tired by each minute, eyelids becoming more heavy. The rest of the afternoon became a slight blur to them, the exhaustion mixed with the sickness.

Ukko was in the kitchen, pot simmering hearty chicken broth on the stove while he was dicing some carrots on a cutting board. Aromas of sweet familiarity and tenderness seemed to fill the house, a gentle reminder of how cozy the home was.

An hour later, the soup was finished, and the sun had fallen past the horizon. The stars were out in the night sky, and it had settled into a calmed quietness.

He wiped his hands on his strawberry print apron, a gift from them, and then grabbed a ladle, pouring the warm soup into a bowl for them to eat. Faint humming could be heard coming from him, a nostalgic Finnish tune that seemed to be stuck in his head.

“Honey?” Bringing the soup to the living room carefully, he set it down on the coffee table before leaning down to where they lay on the couch, brushing their hair gently away from their face. “Are you feeling better?”

Slowly waking up, they nodded their head slightly to his question, causing his mouth to upturn into a soft smile.

Ukko helped them sit upright carefully, adjusting the pillows and blankets as needed. Although silence remained between the both of them, the presence of comfort and love were there in the purest form.

He handed the bowl of soup to them, making sure that it cooled down sufficiently before letting them hold it.

The warmth of the bowl was pleasant in their hands, the perfect golden temperature that seemed like a mini-heating pack, and as they took a sip of the broth, it flowed smoothly down their throat, soothing the discomfort that was previously there.

“Eat too, Upie,” they spoke hoarsely, looking at him warmly despite their tired eyes. “You need to eat as well.”

He let out a small chuckle, smiling at their loving concern for him. “I will honey, in a bit,”

They placed a hand on the side of his face, caressing it gently. “Please?”

“Alright, alright,” he blushed, walking towards the kitchen to get a bowl of soup for himself.

Despite his broad frame and stature, he was a major softie, far from intimidating, and always treating them with the highest standards that warmed their heart and soul. He was angelic and ethereal, and yet so human.

After a minute or so, he came back from the kitchen, a bowl of hot soup in his hands. Walking over to the couch, he placed his bowl down on the coffee table before getting comfortable and cozy on the couch alongside them.

The rest of the night was spent with the both of them in comfortable silence in the soft golden glow of the living room light, enjoying the soup as it warmed their stomachs, and each other’s presence as it warmed their hearts under the comfy blankets.

#nhl #hockey #nhl hockey #nhl writing #nhl fic #hockey imagine #hockey fic #buffalo sabres #ukko pekka luukkonen fic #ukko pekka luukkonen #ukko pekka luukkonen x reader #ukko pekka luukkonen imagine

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snorky · 2 months

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he looks so distressed (me too)

I cannot hold still. This postgame interview has a chokehold on me.

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A (Dark) Knight In Shining Armor

Hey y’all! I apologize for the inactivity regarding my works being published, life has been hectic and all and so I hope you all are doing wonderful. I have a lot more story ideas brewing inside of my head, and so I hope you guys enjoy this one for now in the meantime, a Jake DeBrusk comfort filled with some angst, but of course, with soft sweetness and joy. Title is inspired by Batman's nickname "Dark Night", and perhaps that one JD wore a Batman costume. But in all seriousness, I hope you all enjoy this fic, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Jake DeBrusk x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Angst, Abusive Relationships (not with Jake), Verbal Abuse, Breakup (not with Jake), (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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“Just get out of here! I don’t want to see your face or hear your voice right now.” His voice was harsh, words laced with hate.

Frozen in fear, she stood there, unsure of what to do under his hostile stare, burning at her skin. It was all too familiar, the shouting, the yelling, the tension tearing her heart into scraps on the cold kitchen floor.

He slammed his fist against the kitchen counter, shaking the dishes and cups. “I said get out!” Poison seemed to drip from his tongue, corroding the ground.

Tears welled in her eyes as he shouted, her heart slowly crumbling and falling, and hope dissipating, dissolving into nothingness. The tears never fell though, he would shout again, that irritating noise that only seemed to remind her why she felt resentment.

She couldn’t take it anymore, all the arguments leading to nowhere, all the small disagreements building up to a broken cathedral that could no longer be restored.

As she walked to the door, she grabbed her coat from the hook near the door, tension tight in her shoulders, almost ready to snap. She looked back, hopefully for the last time her heart told her, and saw him sitting down at the dinner table now, his head in his hands. Whether it was in anger or shame, oh she hoped it was shame, she didn’t want to stay a second longer to find out.

Reaching for the doorknob, she turned it quickly and left, locking it behind her as she did so. It was out of habit, a mindless action, but this time, it felt like there was an intent to make sure he couldn’t follow after her.

The rainy downpour of Boston greeted her, snow seemingly no longer existent during winter, and yet the icy chill was still colder than ever.

As she walked down the street, she tried to figure out a way to get home back to her apartment, which was unfortunately across the city. She hadn’t moved in with her boyfriend yet, but now she didn’t even want to any longer.

Pulling out her phone, she thought of calling her roommate to pick her up, but then she realized that her roommate was out of the state with family. She let out a huff of slight annoyance, or more of inconvenience at herself for forgetting about her roommate’s whereabouts.

Her mind raced as she quickly tried to scroll through her contacts list, searching for the one person she knew that would pick her up from anywhere, no matter the hour nor conditions outside.

The tone of the phone hummed as she waited for him to pick up, her hands slightly shaky due to the cold. She hoped, prayed that she wouldn’t be sent to his voicemail box, a no answer.

“Hello?” His groggy voice echoed through the phone, as if he had just been woken up. “Is everything alright? It’s pretty late in the night,”

Guilt swirled around inside of her, not only for waking him up from his sleep, but also in the fact that she wanted him to pick her up.

“Yeah, I’m alright…ish, listen I just need a favor from you, Jake,” she trailed off.

The sound of his bedsheets ruffling could be heard from him, most likely him sitting upright in the bed. “Are you out in the rain right now? Do you need me to pick you up?”

“Yes please.” A sense of relief washed over her. “Only if it’s not a hassle though—”

“It’s never a hassle. Your safety matters.”

She could hear the sound of his keys being picked up from, what she assumed was, his bedside table, followed by his footsteps down the hall.

“Where are you by the way?”

Looking up from her phone, rather nervously, she observed her surroundings, which was slightly difficult in the dark rain. “Just a block away from his condo, near the corner shop.”

The engine of his car seemed to rumble through the phone, defensive and almost angry. “Don’t hang up until I get to you, wanna make sure you’re safe,”

Tears started to form in her eyes as she heard him speak those words, knowing that he held true emotion and genuineness behind it. “Mhm.” Her voice wavered slightly, and she knew that he could recognize it, even through the phone.

It was something so simple for him, and yet it meant a lot to her, especially since it seemed like her boyfriend had hardly put any effort in recently.

She knew a relationship with two busy adults wouldn’t be constant attention and affection, but it seemed like as of late, he’d hardly acknowledge her feelings and thoughts, just another person he knew.

Her vase in her kitchen remained empty, flowerless. Time to her was hardly given, delivered texts, no response, radio silence. And yet, he would lash out at her with foul curses if she damned herself to respond a little later than she could, few hours at most.

As she was lost in thought, the sound of a car pulled up in front of her, the raindrops pelting the hood of the car almost like hailstones.

“Get in!”

Through the phone, she could hear his giggle, which in turn, caused a small smile to appear on her face as she opened the car door, sliding into the passenger side. It seemed to lighten the mood, but only just a bit.

Ending the call on her phone, she stuck it into her pocket and put on her seatbelt. “Damn, DeBrusk, take it easy,” she let out a small laugh, just before the feeling of emptiness sunk inside of her, reality seeping in.

The rain seemed to continue endlessly as he drove, tapping on the car’s windows, reminding her of the long road trips she took when she was younger, seemingly more free. But instead of banter and laughter, silence filled the air, no radio-top-forty-hits playing, no conversation, nothing.

It was odd, looking over at Jake and seeing him so, tense, hands gripping the wheel rather tightly, completely different from the energy that seemed to be only moments ago.

“Did he hurt you?” The suddenness of his voice breaking the silence made her jolt in her seat slightly, in which he let out a small apology for.

“No.” Her words came out rather defensive without the intention to, but she quickly tried to clear up any possible assumptions. “All he did was yell at me,” she whispered, not wanting to think about it for too long.

“That’s not any better though.” He let out a sigh, his worry not easing by the minute, evident in the tapping of his fingers against the steering wheel. “He needs to treat you better, you deserve better,”

“Sorry,” she said quietly, head bowed down shamefully.

He glanced over at her as they stopped at a red light, just noticing how really disheveled she was. “It’s not your fault.” She looked up at him, hoping that he really meant it. “It never was your fault,” he whispered, delicately.

The gentleness that he held, offered purely raw straight from his heart, seemed to captivate her, entrance her, lull her into a sense of safety that she was hardly familiar with.

And just then, the traffic light switched to green, much too soon, and they began getting closer and closer to her apartment, buildings nearby becoming more and more recognizable.

It seemed as if Jake knew this route by heart, each turn and curve of the road, every traffic signal and exit, and he did. Boston felt like a second home to him, and even more so when he was with his best friend, with her.

A short while passed, and he stopped his car at the front of her apartment, which, fortunately for him, was only a few blocks away from his.

Rain continued to tap against his windows, more gentle than before, and they both sat there in silence, attempting to soak in the calmness. However, it was still evident that he was tense when she looked over at him, observing his tense shoulders, unrelaxed posture.

“Thank you so much for picking me up, Jake.”

He looked over to her, snapping out of his lost gaze to nothingness. “You’re welcome, always.” His voice seemed to be filled with some sort of uncertainness.

She picked up her bag, pulling out her keys to unlock her door. “I’ll head in now, and I’m sorry for holding you up and calling so late.”

“It’s never too late, I promise you,” he said, holding up his pinky. She held her own up, and locked hers around his.

Smiling at him sweetly, tears slowly formed at the corner of her eyes again. “Thank you, again.” Her voice seemed to crack ever so slightly.

He nodded and smiled back, just as sweet, “You’re always welcome, whenever, wherever.”

Reaching her hand to the handle, she gave him another smile as she looked back at him, his eyes soft with warmth, and yet she could sense that he was worried about her, never at ease as of late.

When she opened the car door, the rain could be heard pouring heavily, drops splattering on the concrete ground rapidly. She left quickly, closing the car door as she ran to her front steps, puddles splashing beneath her feet.

When she looked back just before she went inside, out of habit, he was still there, sitting in his car.

His window rolled down, and his voice could be heard. “Get inside! I’m not going until you’re in!”

Giving him a quick nod in response, she unlocked her door, and moved herself inside, the warm air welcoming her, a contrast to the wet, rainy outside.

After she closed the door behind her, she hung her coat on a hook nearby, along with her keys and bag. Sleepiness crawled up on her as she lay down on her couch, hoping to rest her eyes for a brief moment.

Her phone buzzed on the coffee table, a message from Jake popping up on her screen.

You’re safe, right? - Jakey

Yes I am

Thank you so much once again, get home safe

No prob :) - Jakey

Exhaustion made it difficult for her to stay awake for longer, eyelids feeling heavier with each blink, and so she moved herself from the living room to her bedroom, falling asleep as soon as she hit the bed.

Sunlight crept into her room when morning came, and her bed felt cozier than ever. The blankets were just as soft and warm as a hug, never wanting to let go from it, and her limbs remained cozily entangled under the covers.

She continued to lay there for a bit, soaking up all the beaming sunlight that poured into her room. It was quiet and still, aside from the usual Boston traffic outside in the street, and her thoughts were still slightly fuzzy having just woken up.

Memories of the night before started to linger on her mind, the argument, leaving his place, being picked up by Jake, it all seemed so frantic and rapid with no clear timeline.

Hours had passed after she had gotten ready, and she was sitting in a coffee shop awaiting his arrival.

She didn’t want to have it come to this, a sudden ending for her relationship, but it felt like it had been gone for a long time now. The relationship felt like a shell of what it was, and there was no longer devotion to something that wouldn’t devote back, a lack of effort and care that tasted bitter with each passive remark she heard.

The little bell above the coffee shop door chimed, and without even looking up from her drink, she could tell that he was there. It became a sixth sense to her, the feeling of unease and tension rising in her when he was nearby.

He sat down across from her, calling out her name like it was a curse on his tongue.

“Hello?” He waved his hand in front of her. “Jeez, are you still tired?” He scoffed. His passive aggressive remarks were all too familiar to her.

Blinking at him, she returned her focus. “Sorry, no.” She let out a light laugh, nervousness evident. “But there is something I want to talk about,”

He looked at her with a glare that could only be described as intimidating, but she knew better than to show that it was working. She was safe here, he couldn’t shout or yell at her out in public like this.

“I think that it would be the best for the both of us to part ways,” she spoke smoothly, despite her hands fiddling with her drink. “After last night—”

Last night. Cold. Dark. Unforgiving even.

“I realized that we both need some time and space to grow,” she continued.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, she was unsure of what to say now, having said all she needed to say.

“What do you mean?” His tone was harsh, a cousin to the one from the previous night, reminding her of it.

“I mean that we need to break up.” It sounded a lot more blunt when she said it out loud, but it was the truth. “I have nothing against you though—”

She was quickly cut off by the sound of his chair being pushed into the table aggressively as he walked towards the door, a few people’s heads perking up and trying to see what the commotion was.

Her face heated up in slight embarrassment as she sipped her drink, eyes of the others peering at her, awaiting for a reaction, but she stayed put in her seat.

The days from then on seemed to pass by like a blur, fuzzy and faded, but eventually, the days became clearer, the sun shining brighter than before. She felt a sense of freedom, having blocked all of his contacts and any form of communication, and she could finally breathe.

Her friends, Jake specifically, noticed that her eyes seemed to shine brighter, her smile more vibrant, and her laugh more pure, even in the darkest of rooms.

Their friends were all at a restaurant in downtown Boston together, catching up on old and new times over food and drinks, talking about whatever they could before they had to depart, going back to their own lives.

She was sitting next to Jake, his arm slung on the back of the seat behind her as they talked to their friends together. Warmth seemed to radiate from him, a contrast to the chilly evening air, and so she leaned towards him a bit.

He looked at her, noticing her shifting closer to him. “You cold?”

“Just slightly, it’s alright though—”

Taking off his jacket, he draped it over her shoulders, the thick material blocking out most of the cold air.

A few of their friends at the table gave them a knowing look, a soft flush appearing on his neck and cheeks as he kept her close to him.

As the night went on, the group began to wind down, a few friends leaving with hugs and well wishes at a time. The restaurant began to empty, and so the ambiance was much more serene and peaceful.

When she looked up at him, the soft glow of the overhead lighting seemed to shine perfectly on his face, emphasizing his gentle scruff and soft eyes.

He looked at her, noticing how drowsy she seemed.

“Should we head home?”

The words came out of his mouth so smoothly, she would’ve assumed that he meant just his place, but she knew that by the end of the night, she would be asleep in her own bed.

“Yeah, that’d be good,” she hummed.

They both got up from the table and headed out the restaurant shortly after he gave a tip to the wait staff, the cold air greeting them as they walked to his car.

He opened the passenger side door for her, a simple gesture that seemed to make her face warm up in a soft blush, butterflies starting to form in her stomach.

“Thank you, Jake,” she said, smiling softly.

He smiled back at her, so gently it seemed, “My pleasure,”

All of his affectionate actions, words, gestures, it all seemed to come naturally to him tonight, like cupid had made the stars align for him.

Once he got into the driver’s side of the car, he started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot, the streetlamps and city lights passing by as he drove the both of them down the road.

An idea sparked in his mind, something slightly different than a normal trip back home. “You don’t mind if we take a longer route to get home right?” He glanced over at her, searching for a response in her facial expression.

She remained calm, soft, the feeling of being safe when with him more prominent than ever. “I don’t mind at all,”

He smiled at her words, a warm feeling bubbling in his chest.

“I wouldn’t mind spending the entire night with you ya’know?” she quietly added, eyes focused on the twinkling lights out on the streets.

Her words made him slightly awestruck, leaving him without a proper response to her. His face started to have a slight rosy tint again, a soft blush dusted on his cheeks.

“Yeah,” he spoke quietly, clearing his throat. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

They both continued to drive down the road, almost empty, but usual for how late it was, and headed off an exit towards their neighborhood.

As they headed towards one of the tunnels, he looked over at her again, admiring her for a quick moment before speaking. “Is it okay if I go a little fast?”

She smiled as she let out a slight chuckle, taking note of how sweet it was of him to ask if he could go faster than normal on the road. “It’s more than okay, I trust you,”

He took her permission with a smirk, the car accelerating a little faster as he stepped on the gas. “Thank you, princess,” he said, almost in a half-joking-half-serious manner. “Enjoy the ride.”

Her face heated up at the nickname, a silly one, but it seemed fitting for how well he was treating her. It was all that she ever wanted, to be treated with some respect, and Jake went above and beyond with it. He seemed so perfect, and it felt almost silly how she hadn’t noticed it.

She was quickly brought back to her senses, pulled away from her dreamy state when the car’s engine roared beneath the both of them as they drove through the tunnel. The lights passed by one by one quickly, like shooting stars in the dark tunnel.

It felt so surreal, nostalgic even, the speed of the car mirroring a lost memory of being on a roller coaster, the fuzzy lights oh so similar to the carnival lights.

After what seemed like an hour of reminiscing, the car exited the tunnel, the familiar city lights came back into view, and the dark night sky could be seen again. He slowed down the car slightly, settling down to a reasonable speed.

Silence hung in the air comfortably, peaceful and calm as they drove down the road. She liked it like this, the both of them not needing to speak a word to make things comfortable, and it was much different than the noisy, chaotic life she was familiar with.

“Are you alright?” he asked, looking over at her as he pulled to a stop at an intersection.

She smiled, a warm, soft smile that was filled with happiness, and nothing less. “I’m more than alright,”

Her voice was sweet and gentle, making him melt instantaneously, his heart and mind clouding with a fuzzy feeling that he could only think was love. He realized that ever since he knew her, his world was seen through heart-shaped glasses, just for her, and no one else.

“You’re so beautiful.” The words slipped past his lips before he realized, and he sat there frozen in fear. He hoped that she hadn’t heard him, but her ears heard it all.

She thought her mind was playing tricks on her, the late night combined with the fading adrenaline. “Jake,” she paused for a brief moment. “What?”

He could downplay it and shrug it off like he hadn’t said anything important, but that would leave her confused, and he never wanted her to be confused by his words. The other option was to fully admit his feelings, the ones that have been slowly growing ever since he met her.

“You’re so beautiful, so so beautiful.”

She looked at him with slight fear in her eyes, unsure whether or not he was lying. But all she saw was the truth, the vulnerability that he held right in that moment. He revealed his heart and soul to her, raw and in his hands, handing it to her.

There was no need to keep her guard up now, she was safe, with him, the one that she could always rely on, the one that picked her up in the rain in the darkest hours of the night.

The soft, glowing red light seemed to shine on his face like moonlight passing through stained glass, making him look angelic, ethereal. His dark t-shirt seemed to hug him nicely, chain necklace glimmering as the light shined on it.

Time seemed to tick slowly, sugary molasses straight from the jug. Her eyes savored all of him, his darkingly handsome look, strong, and yet gentle attitude.

“You’re breathtaking Jake,” she whispered.

It was the perfect fairytale moment that she’d been dreaming about, but with Jake, it made it all the more warm, even if she didn’t recognize it.

A loud car horn from behind them honked loudly, snapping them both out of the dreamy, fairytale state they seemed to have been locked in.

He let out a chuckle before continuing to drive, a smile scrawled on his face.

“Sorry about that car behind us, didn’t know others would be driving at around midnight in Boston.”

“It’s okay,” she laughed with him.

Smiling, they both drove to her home in comfortable silence, spirit high in joy and soft tenderness, something that she would be willing to grow familiar with in the future.

“I really enjoyed the night with you,” she said quietly, the comfortable silence being replaced with her voice, which Jake still found comforting.

“I enjoyed it as well,” he sighed softly. “You know—” he paused as he adjusted his hand on the steering wheel. “I enjoy seeing you smile more, and laugh too,”

She gave him a gentle look, full of warmth and curiosity. He never seemed to express any lovey feelings, even more so, any lovey feelings towards her, and yet she wanted more of it, just like how he wanted more of her happiness.

#nhl #hockey #nhl hockey #nhl writing #nhl fic #boston bruins #hockey fic #hockey imagine #jake debrusk #jake debrusk x reader #jake debrusk imagine #boston bruins imagine

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ouch. ouch, ouch, ouch. :(

sorry to interrupt but jamie didn’t know he was going to get traded? gonna sob :(

he didnt:(

he got the call ON THE PLANE TO NASHVILLE

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ode to the maybes that make up the good stuff (us) | trent frederic

hes so underrated and I needed a reader who wasn't a genius (because I cant relate to smart people and why is the reader always smart??).

You were running late.

And it–sort of–wasn’t your fault?

Okay, it was your fault for oversleeping. But then your exam ran over the allotted time (they hadn’t even been passed out when you stumbled into the lecture hall, panting from sprinting from your parking spot, still blinking sleep from your eyes). And then your row was the last row to be dismissed. And yeah, it wasn’t really your fault.

Speed-walking back to your car, you weighed your options. Your meeting would take you 20 minutes to get to with the mid-day traffic. And it was the kind of event where it was no use showing up late–might be better to just not show up at all.

And then you passed your favorite coffee shop, and the wheel practically turned into the parking lot itself. Your boss would understand about the final and you could get notes from someone else later. Finishing that class called for a break–and as you turned off the ignition, you allowed yourself your first deep breath all morning.

The perfect cure to a hectic morning was a fresh start and an almond-milk latte.

The bell jangled as you opened the door–hit with the familiar smell of roasting beans and gingerbread muffins in the oven. Your exhale was cathartic.

“Hey, welcome in!” The barista greeted you as you stood in the doorway, walking to join the line. For a random weekday, it was quite busy. You gave your order to the barista politely and walked to the only empty table left.

You criss-crossed your legs in the booth, pulling out a book from your bag. Time–only interrupted by a swift hand placing a drink on your table and walking back to the counter–warped as your turned pages, eager to escape the craziness of the morning and happy to have a medium in which to do so.

Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating small flecks of dust in the air. Condensation dripped down the side of your glass, collecting in a ring on the wooden table. The only noise to fill your space was the crisp turning of pages and background chatter filling in the blanks.

Until it wasn’t.

“Excuse me,” said so quietly you thought you had misheard, you didn’t look up until someone cleared their throat. “Hey.”

You looked up, squinting slightly from the sun. There was, in fact, the shadow of a very tall person standing near the edge of your table. Trying not to let your disappointment show, you dog-eared the page and closed the book gently. The background chatter roared on as you set your head on your hand, looking up at the voice from before. His face was still skewed by the harshness of the sunlight through the windows.

“Sorry–didn’t hear ya…can I help you?” you spoke slowly, evenly to the faceless man. He coughed again, pausing too long to be normal given the circumstances.

“Um, yeah…no, that’s alright!” He answered awkwardly. He then seemed to realize that he hadn’t truly answered the question and sighed. “Was wondering if I could share this table with you?” He seemed to be nervous about your response so he quickly spoke again. “You’re the only one with a spare seat.”

Luckily, you were in a good mood and didn’t have any emotional attachment to the other side of the booth. “Go for it,” you said with the wave of a hand. “I don’t mind at all.”

You could feel his smile in his exhale. “Really?” His voice was light and relieved, even as he sat down and moved his bag inside the booth before he slid in. You hummed in response, turning back to your book, head in hand. He respected your quiet, and the sound of him pulling notebooks and pens from his bag faded to background noise as you fell back into your chapter.

And yet again, a drink being set down disturbed the peace. Your head flitted up, clocking the barista setting down a cold brew in front of the boy across from you.

And then you got a good look at the boy across from you.

He was big. Like big enough where you could see every muscle indented in his long sleeve shirt (not that you were staring or anything). A pretty blush painted his cheeks daintily, full mouth quirked to the side as he fiddled with the straw wrapper. Big, brown eyes met yours and widened when he realized you were already looking at him.

“What?” he asked softly, plunging the straw into the drink and swirling slowly–ice clinking against the glass.

“Nothing,” you closed your book again, shrugging slightly. “I just didn’t realize that you were handsome.” His blush deepened, creeping up his neck and to the tops of his ears.

“Oh,” he fidgeted with his hands–which were easily the size of his face–”I wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

You leaned into your hands more, endeared by his sudden shyness. “Well, it’s true.” You smiled as he tried to keep eye contact. “What’s your name, handsome?”

He bit his lip, cracking his knuckles nervously. “Don’t wanna tell ya.”

“And why is that?” You cocked an eyebrow.

He smiled–a little less shy, eyes like amber in the sunlight. “So then you’ll have to keep calling me handsome.”

You laughed into your palm. “I’ll call you pretty regardless, promise,” you held your pinkie out as a mocking gesture, “just tell me.”

“Trent,” he wiped his hands on his sweatshirt and wrapped his pinkie around yours, “that’s me, I mean–yeah, my name.” He didn’t let go before you did, introducing yourself softly with a smirk. He felt like had a certain warmth–a comfort–wrapped around him like the blanket on your childhood bed. He felt kind.

The best beginnings always begin with that–a kindness.

…

The next time you saw him, you were embarrassed. Your advisor had suggested that you enroll in a supplemental class during the night after a particularly hard semester academically–and as much as it hurt your ego, not going would hurt it more.

So, you went to the class, despite feeling stupid. Eager to make yourself small, you chose a seat in the back corner, hood up as you got out your supplies. Maybe no one would recognize you, maybe you’d just be able to take the class and then slip out the door when it was over. No harm, no foul.

But of course you could never be so lucky. Your eyes darted to the door just as he walked in–as sturdy and solid as ever. His backpack straps fought to keep the muscles of his shoulders and neck contained. The indentations of his triceps made his long sleeve flutter around him.

And you were definitely staring–for much too long, you guessed–because your gaze drew his attention to your corner. His eyes smiled before his mouth as he made his way over to you. He looked–relieved?

“Thank god,” he sighed as he slid into the chair next to yours. “You’re here.” You searched his face for any sign that he was teasing, making fun of you in any way. At all.

But you couldn’t find it. Still, you were tentative. “Yeah.” Really awesome conversation starter. He didn’t seem to mind.

“I was scared that I wouldn’t see you again,” he pulled out his glasses and opened up his laptop–the light reflecting off of the lens artificially, “lucky me.”

You opened your mouth to say something but were interrupted by the professor introducing themselves and projecting the syllabus. You turned toward the front and tried to tune in.

But it was hard. Not because the class itself was going to be a challenge–it was only supplemental after all–because he was distracting.

Distracting you with how cute his rosy cheeks looked under his glasses. How he mouthed words after the professor said them before writing them in his notes. How he nodded his head and actually paid attention the entire time. He was just trying hard.

And it was alarming how endearing you found that. So, yeah, you half listened for the lecture–but it was intro stuff anyways. As you packed up your back, he let out an exhale and let you out to the door first, holding it open with his wide palm.

“So, what do you think?” He asked, matching your pace as you walked to the parking lot. It was dark–and far colder than when you had entered the building a few hours earlier.

“Hmm?” You hadn’t quite heard him–too busy watching him push his glasses up into his hair, making it stick up arbitrarily all around his head. He smiled a sideways little smile.

“What do you think of the class?”

“Oh,” and you were embarrassed again, “it’ll be fine. I could use a GPA boost,” you admitted. He nodded, even though you could guess he couldn’t relate.

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” he said, even though he didn’t know you, “you’re smart.”

You pinched your face together. “You don’t know that.”

He smiled, shoving his shoulder into yours good-naturedly. “Yeah I do,” he was closer in your space now, “can tell by the way you talk.”

You looked up at him–not convinced–but he was already looking ahead. “Which car is yours?”

Nodding toward your car, parked away from all the others, he cracked his knuckles. “Cool, I’ll walk you there.”

“Oh please,” you scoffed, “I’ll give you a ride, but only because you’re being so cute tonight” He smiled–like he knew you’d ask.

“I bet you say that to all the boys.” He waited for you to unlock the car.

His face was blushy from compliments and the cold. “Only the cute ones,” you said as you stepped into the car. He shook his head.

…

Laundry day in a college dorm just might be the 5th circle of hell. Every machine is taken, none of them work right, and there’s always someone who dumps clothes on the ground–essentially making the room itself a battlefield.

But at 2am on a Tuesday night–it was peaceful. Sure, there were still the clothes littering the ground like an overgrown garden, but the scent of fabric softener seemed to soften the air around you; low tumble of the machines a gentle lullaby as the campus stilled around you.

Sitting atop the washing machine you were using, you waited for the cycle to be done. Stars interfered with the inky-black sky as it shone through the windows. And you watched. At this hour, there were no expectations, nothing to do, no one to impress. Just the silence around you.

And then the door opened. And of course it was him.

Hidden behind a large basket of clothes, looking adorably soft and sleepy in pajama pants, was Trent (again!). He didn’t seem to notice you as he sorted his clothes–large hands deft and meticulously parting darks and lights. You just watched.

“Hey handsome.” You said softly as he stood to his full height, slightly startled. But once he realized it was you, he let out a relieved sigh and walked to stand across from you, leaning back on to the row of dryers.

“Late night?” He spoke lowly, even if there was no need to whisper. As if he was cautious about disturbing the peace.

You shrugged, pulling your legs into your chest atop the machine and wrapping your arms around them. “I like it,” you said honestly, “it’s the only time I get all to myself.”

He nodded in a way that made you think he understood. “What did you do today?” You asked, eager to keep him there.

He thought for a moment, looking slightly upward. Then told you all about his classes (they are interesting, but demanding), practice (just a light skate, they have a game tomorrow), and homework (he has a quiz in a few days). And you nodded, interested in anything he had to say.

You switched over your laundry as you listened to him, adding in dryer sheets and humming accordingly. It struck you that each time you spoke to him, it felt easy. You picked up right where you left off, like you were old friends. It made you smile to yourself.

“Whatcha thinkin about?” He interrupted your train of thought. Your eyes flitted up to his, sideways smirk gracing your lips.

“You,” you answered honestly, knowing that it would make him blush more. He rubbed his eye and tried to hide his delight.

“Yeah, yeah,” he rolled his eyes playfully. But when you just kept looking at him, greedily, just because you knew he’d let you, he paused–a spark of hope lighting up his face. “Really?” His voice came out small.

You tilted your head, nodding slowly. “Yeah.” He smiled like he knew something you didn’t. He probably did. “Will you tell me a secret?” You asked as he folded his clothes carefully.

He thought for a moment, as if any sudden words would break the bubble around you both. “I did laundry yesterday,” he admitted, making you smile a wide, genuine grin, “just saw you in here and wanted an excuse to come in.” His blush was a splotchy watercolor painting his tired face. “Now you tell me one.”

You pretended to think hard, emboldened by his admission. “I love it when you blush,” you said, “but I don’t think I’m doing a good job of keeping that a secret.” He shook his head, folding his last sweatshirt into his basket.

“You can’t just say things like that,” he laughed lightly, eyes bright.

“And why not?” You smiled as he stepped closer, close enough for you to see the freckles on his nose. Right in front of the dryer which you sat on. “It’s true.”

Everything about him was soft. He smelled like he had just showered, and up close you could notice how his hair was still damp at the root. “Because,” he took a gentle thumb to your cheek, showing you the eyelash he had picked up. “It’ll ruin my tough guy reputation,” he flicked it off to the ground. You shivered at the loss of contact–however fleeting it was. “The guys are already giving me shit for how much I talk about the cute girl from the coffee shop.”

You smiled. “You talk about me to your friends?” Was he getting even closer?

He couldn’t break eye contact with you if he tried, nodding. “Can I tell you another secret?” You asked gently. He nodded again. “I have a crush on this really cute guy.” He laughed, shutting his eyes and letting his forehead rest on your shoulder. He practically radiated heat.

“Oh great,” he smiled into the crook of your neck, “and I’m just supposed to go on with my night after this? Like a normal person?”

You laughed with him and brought a hand to the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his half-damp hair. “How will you manage?” You joked, voice careful.

He didn’t answer. And there you sat–atop a still warm dryer like the queen of the night, running your fingers through his hair until his arms wrapped around your back in perhaps the gentlest hug you could manage. You let your breathing slow to match his. You forgot what time it was, about your clothes.

And when he held you like something soft and good, it didn’t really matter–did it?

…

The stress of night class quickly melted into an excuse to see him two times a week (at least). You’d always get there first–and maybe you’d have an extra energy drink, just because–and then he’d stumble in a few minutes later, making a beeline for your designated corner (wearing his glasses if you were lucky).

You set down his energy drink in front of him as he unpacked his bag. His eyes darted up to clock the motion before he smiled a sideways smile. “Sweet of you,” he said softly, still bent over his bag. “Thank you,” he added, settling in his seat.

Nodding, you turned to the front–ready to dial in to the lecture. And you did! For a few minutes, before a notification popped up in the corner of your computer–an email in your school inbox. Switching tabs, you opened the email from an unknown sender.

Really cute girl next to me. Pretty nervous. Should I make a move?? -T

Smiling to yourself, you immediately typed out a response.

not sure…heard she usually goes for defensemen.

A response came a moment later, his shoulder shaking slightly with a laugh.

If i can beat one in a fight does that count?

Electing to close out of your email, you settled for moving your chair a little closer to him, rubbing his shoulder soothingly over his sweatshirt.

“I think you should make a move,” you whispered in his ear, reaching to take a sip of his drink. He leaned back into your touch, tilting his head down to respond.

“Do ya?” His voice was low, eyes flickering down to your lips for just a second. You nodded, removing your hand from his shoulder.

“Yeah pretty,” his eyes didn’t leave your mouth, “I really do.”

But you could wait. And so you did.

…

When he came back from away games, he was usually tired. And it was late anyways–maybe 11:30? But you were up writing an essay that was due in a few days. Your phone buzzed on the pillow near you.

Any chance you’re still awake?

You smiled to yourself, leaning back on the headboard and putting your laptop to the side.

of course, you answered, paper due soon.

And then a moment later–but could be convinced to take a break??

Three gray dots appeared and then disappeared before his response.

Was hoping you’d say that.

And then–Be there soon.

You smiled, continuing with your paper until a soft knock rapped on the door.

“Come in!” Your voice was still hushed due to the late hour. He opened and closed the door softly, placing his backpack against the wall and slipping off his shoes. Wasting no time, he slid next to where you sat at the head of the bed, knee knocking against yours. You leaned into his side slightly, loving how warm he was.

“How’s the paper?” He put his head on top on yours, looking at your computer above you. You didn’t answer, instead typing “eh,,,how was game?” into your document. He laughed, lips brushing against your hair. “Good. Got into a little fight.” He flexed his hand in front of you, knuckles raised and red. You ran a finger over the little cuts (he didn’t flinch) and wrapped both hands around one of his, rubbing your thumb over the veins on the back of his hand.

He sighed, making you smile. “You should see the other guy?” You questioned, hoping he won whatever scrum he had likely started.

He nodded slowly against your head, watching your hands work around his. “You should see the other guy,” he confirmed. And there you sat, comfortable and sleepy with a human furnace beside you. He smelled like green apples and a fireplace that had just burned through the kindling. He was cozy–everything about him. You turned just slightly, nose brushing the column of his throat. He shivered.

“I love spending time with you,” he admitted, embarrassed and not making eye contact with you–as if meeting your eyes would cause the tips of his ears to catch fire. You hummed against his neck, slightly damp from his shower. “You make me laugh and you’re really pretty and it makes me happy when you make time for me,” he rambled on, stuttering slightly.

“Yeah?” Your lips brushed his throat, prompting an embarrassing, whiny whimper from him. He looked up, giving you more space (even if he didn’t mean to).

“Yeah,” his voice was small.

You smiled into his neck, kissing the hollow of his throat, lips feather-light. “Well I like how smart you are,” you moved up, kissing just below his ear. “How kind you are to me,” his jawline, “how you blush when you’re embarrassed,” as if on cue, his ears lit up further. “Yup,” you kissed his ear, “just like that.”

You felt his breathing labor next to you–chest rising and falling quicker than before. Fixated on your mouth, he started to reply.

“Well I like–” and that’s as far as he made it before leaning in and gripping the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his in a kiss that burned.

His lips were slightly chapped, and your teeth knocked into his, but the grip his massive hands had on your face made you lean closer to him–too enamored to care. Smiling against his mouth, you swallowed the groan leaving him eagerly. His hand slid to your jawline keeping you close to him.

As if you’d ever leave. You placed another light kiss to the corner of his mouth as he caught his breath.

“About time, eh?” He smiled down at you, eyes dark and bright. You brought his knuckle to your mouth–as if your lips would make the bruises disappear. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment.

“We got there,” you laughed lightly. “Worth the wait, right, handsome?” He ran a thumb over your cheekbone–always so gentle.

He just snuggled up next to you and let his body get heavy next to yours. You felt him smile next to you. Some questions didn’t need answers. His slowed breathing as he fell asleep next to you was answer enough.

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love you!

#eek! i love this #trent frederic #nhl fic

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please write a vince dunn smut please ur writings are so good 🙏🙏🙏😮‍💨

hi! i deeply apologize but i do not write smut. but i appreciate the support :) i hope you have a wonderful day!

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As My Broken Heart Falls To My Feet, You Picked Up The Pieces Having Never Hurt Me Anyway

Hey y’all! I hope you all are having a wonderful and blessed holiday season, and if not, I offer some comfort. Mason Lohrei comfort, sweet like hot cocoa, for the bitter winter air. I haven’t been all in the best spirits recently, but I offer you angels with something special. For those who have studied long and hard for school, or those who seek warmth, here is a story I hope you all enjoy. Take care of yourself!

Pairing: Mason Lohrei x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Toxic Relationship (not with Mason), Angst, Stressed Reader, Infidelity/being cheated on (not by Mason), Drinking/Alcohol consumption (of legal age) (let me know if I need to add anything)

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As the finals and midterms approached, the sense of being a false being, an impostor, filled her to the brim. She wanted to have knowledge, the desire to learn and know more, but there was only so much she could cram in before the next week.

A message buzzed on her phone, once or twice, bringing her back to the suffocating dorm room where she sat at her desk, notes and textbooks and pens sprawled everywhere.

When she looked, on the screen was a message from her significant other, who she felt was too overbearing, poisonous.

Nausea flooded her senses, the world seemingly swaying around her, spinning. Her stomach churned, heart sank, but then it all came to a halt. Taking a breath in, her fingers carefully sent out a response, praying to some higher power that it wouldn’t aggravate him further.

He saw her message no later than a few seconds, and sent a reply back just as quick.

After she responded, she set her phone down, forcing herself to refocus on the information of notes and diagrams in front of her, ignoring the outside world.

But again, her phone buzzed, almost angrily, forcing her attention back towards her phone. She didn’t have to look twice to know who it was, her heart kept its guard up well.

Her head swirled in loss, unable to come up with an answer that would satisfy the both of them. There was no solid answer, someone had to be disappointed.

Every time she went to his place, she left feeling just as empty as she came. All take, no give, and she felt like she no longer had anything to give. Her purpose seemed like a lost cause, drifting around on the Earth, seeking for something to fulfill her meaning.

His words cut through her like a shard of glass, broken from a cup. Common, all too familiar, and yet it hurts every time.

She set her phone down and gathered her notes into her bag, seeking a quick escape to the campus library, alone. No phone, no distraction. It was her safe space, and she'd be damned if it was occupied by someone that made her feel like she had to walk on eggshells.

The walk to the library was short, brisk, the cold evening air more apparent with each passing day. It was crowded, common for this time of year when each student suddenly discovered what a library was.

Luck was on her side as she found a seat near the back, empty and unoccupied. Quickly, she made her way through the mass of people crowding around the large tables, and took a seat at the smaller table.

As she reorganized her notes and books, she started to feel more at ease, at calm. All the information seemed to flow smoothly, easily in her mind, all the equations and diagrams making more sense than ever.

“Oh hey! It’s you!”

She looked up, searching for the voice, and her eyes were met with a familiar face from her analytics class. He was always cheery and energetic, a smile on his face paired with his rosy cheeks seemingly every day, a breath of fresh air from her hectic life.

“Oh, hi Mason.” A soft smile appeared on her face. “What’s up?”

His hands were stuck into the pockets of his jacket, emblem of the school’s hockey team embroidered proudly on the upper left of his jacket. “I’m bored, but I also need your help studying for the exams.”

Observing his face, she knew he was an honest man, no lie weaved in his words. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, I know you’re smart,” he stated with a smile.

She let out a gentle laugh at his words, warning herself not to take it to heart since she was, well, afraid of not meeting his expectations.

“I try, but that’s how it is sometimes,” she sighed. “Come sit, you’re welcome to if you want.” Her hand gestured towards the chair across from her, in which Mason set his bag down beside him as he sat in the chair.

He thanked her as he started to unpack his own notes, careful to not overtake the table. As he started to work on revising and studying his notes, he became stuck, evident in the confusion on his face and his furrowed brows.

She took note of this and tried to help him. “What’s wrong?”

Shaking his head slightly, he set the paper down between the both of them so that she could see the problem.

“How does this like, work?” He pointed towards a question written at the top of the page.

Looking at the paper, she saw a graph with several data points all clustered together in a pattern, as well as an equation written beside it, most likely representing how the data should be represented.

“So the equation represents how the data should show up over a given set of time, and you should first pick two points from the cluster to figure out the predicted trajectory of the data,”

He nodded his head, slowly starting to understand where he should go from there. She watched him as he scrawled down some numbers, using the equation to compare his results.

“Oh, just be careful, the data can switch up if you consider any external factors that might affect the data collected,” she added.

A smile formed on his face once he got the hang of it, the numbers and words making sense. “Thank you, a lot actually,” he chuckled. “I’ve been stuck on this for a day or two.”

Smiling at him, pride swelling in her heart, she spoke. “My pleasure, Mason. You’re always welcome to reach out to me ya’know? You have my email,”

“Mhm, sorry.” He let out a small laugh as he rubbed his hand on the back of his neck. “I just don’t use email often, I’d prefer to text you if that’s okay,”

She nodded in understanding and scrawled down her number on a post-it note, adding a small smiley face in the corner before she handed it to him.

He took the note and smiled at the little drawing, before putting the slip of paper in his pocket. “Thank you,”

Giving him a small smile, she returned her focus back to her own work, calculus problems to prepare herself for the upcoming exams.

They both worked in silence separately, and yet in each other’s presence. It was comforting, the sense of companionship.

Warm, inviting, it was all amazing, and all felt good.

Time flowed by like honey, slow and sweet, and it became late at the time it should’ve, and yet she didn’t want to go. The library was almost empty, few students still remaining.

He looked up at her, not wanting to leave either despite the late time. “Do you mind if we study together again?” His eyes were filled with a look of pure sweetness, a smile just as delicate. “I learned a lot from you, and I think that I’d learn more the next time,”

She smiled back, just as sweetly and twice more. “Of course, my pleasure, Mason.”

“Tomorrow?” A twinge of hope was interwoven in his voice.

“Tomorrow.” She nodded.

The look on his face could only be described as pure in her eyes, the look you’d see on a child holding their favorite stuffed animal, knowing that they’d carry it long into their adult years, never forgotten.

As they packed their bags and parted ways, they looked back at one another, still smiling.

She walked back towards her dorm, the night now dark, and only illuminated by the street lamps. The winter chill crept up on her, only making her move faster towards her destination.

When she opened the door to her dorm, her roommate, her best friend, stood in front of her, a rather concerned look etched on her face.

“Where have you been? Your boyfriend seems pretty angry and has been blowing up your phone,” she said nervously, an awkward grin on her face.

Her stomach sunk, a pit that her heart seemed to fall into. “Shucks, I guess I forgot my phone.” A lie, but it was necessary.

“Good luck, I’m here if you need anything.” Her friend saluted her, in which she saluted back as she grabbed her phone off of her desk.

Text after text was displayed on her phone, each message getting more furious after the previous one.

Carefully, she responded, with as much love and care and forgiveness as a saint would, despite her soul being marred and tainted with fear and doubt.

A few seconds after she sent the text, he called her. Her stomach sunk once more, her skin growing cold and clammy. The phone buzzed in her hand, sounding like a swarm of hornets hurling at her.

As she picked up the call, she anticipated his shouts, filled with wrath and anger, lashing out at her.

And so there was, his rough, gritted voice echoing through the phone, yelling some sort of rhetorical question about her whereabouts, hypocritical when she asked about his evening.

Shortly after, he hung up on her, allowing the silence to sound the other line. Her friend walked back into the dorm room, arms open in sympathy, which she took in the offer for.

“Listen, I’m not telling you what to do, but I think it’s best you drop him,”

She looked up at her friend, not in anger, but in saddened understanding. It was too evident that she was constantly being hurt, being deteriorated by his behavior.

“Just not right now, one day,”

Her friend nodded in understanding and walked back to her bunk while she stood there, thinking. It was a major step, maybe in the right direction, maybe in the wrong, but her foot wasn’t yet planted in the ground.

Nights passed, and it became the day, or rather night before her first exam. Empty disposable cups that were previously filled to the brim with tea were littered all over her desk, her notes scattered around, pens and pencils and highlighters sprawled out.

Her friends were in the library studying together since they had the same classes, as well as a final presentation and paper due, and so it was just her in the shared dorm, alone with the silence.

She had confidence in herself, that she’d do well, maybe even surpass her expectations, but there was some sort of lingering doubt.

Perhaps that doubt was reinforced by the fact that her significant other barely reached out to her at a time when she needed reassurance. Or maybe how he barely checked in on her, despite her checking in on him.

Tears sat on the edge of her eyes, her vision blurring slightly as she wiped them away, attempting to turn her focus to her work.

She wanted, desired, a future where she was at peace. Where she could come home smiling, where she would live without fear of disappointing or angering. What she wanted was to get herself back.

As she began to refocus herself on her work, fueled by some fury to be better, the stress seemed to watch her from afar, but not far enough. It was a false ideology to believe that she was okay at the moment, but nothing felt better than masking it for a little while.

Knocking came from her door, which was odd when she considered that her friends told her that they would be back by nine, not seven. She also considered the fact that her friends would most likely have their keys on them.

Getting up from her chair, she walked to the door, confused.

“Hello?”

“Hi.” A familiar voice responded. “It’s me, Mason, from your analytics class.”

She opened the door, revealing him standing there, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a bag of fancy chocolates in the other. His smile seemed extra sweet, sweeter than it normally was, and his face was flushed with a soft pink tint.

“These are for you,” he said, his voice tender and soft.

Her hand came up to her mouth slightly, attempting to cover up the fact that she was beyond awe at what he had brought to her.

“Mason, what—”

Mason quickly became more flustered, embarrassed by the fact that her reaction was a little different from what he’d expected. “I’m sorry if you don’t like them—”

“No no,” she interjected, walking closer towards him, her fingers lightly grazing the petals of the flower. “They’re gorgeous, Mason.”

His smile came back again, beaming with delight as she took the bouquet from his arms. “Thank you,” he said bashfully. “And I got you some chocolates as well, you deserve some after working really hard on studying.”

Her eyes lit up as she noticed it was her favorite, and she looked up at him. “How’d you know?”

“On the first few days of the lectures, you gave everyone around you chocolate,” he chuckled sweetly, his laugh smooth like honey. “You then turned to your friend stating that these were your favorites.”

She blushed, acknowledging how he was attentive to the little things, as well as the gesture of it.

Looking down at the flowers in her arms, she smiled, but not yet understanding why he gave them to her. “And the flowers?”

“A little birdie told me you were not doing so well, and so I thought you might want something that’d maybe cheer you up,”

He smiled more at the sound of her slight laugh at his response, but he could tell that the look in her eyes seemed heartbroken.

“Thank you, Mason,” her voice broke a little. “It means a lot during around this time, ya’know, finals and stuff,”

His face expressed slight worry and concern at the sound of her voice, not sounding as happy as she seemed. “My pleasure, but may I ask you what’s wrong?”

She looked up at him, suddenly vulnerable and scared, but she trusted him. “Just a crappy personal life, that’s all,” she laughed bitterly.

Nodding his head, he hummed in understanding. “I’m here if you need anything, I can assure you that you saved my butt for that analytics class.” He let out a laugh, in which she laughed as well. “Pretty sure I would fail my exam tomorrow if you hadn’t helped me,”

At this point, she finally snapped, the storm of tears flowing down her face rapidly as she sobbed.

No one had ever thanked her so purely just for helping them. No one had been so kind and sweet to her besides her friends and roommates. Not even her significant other had cared for her this much in a time where she needed it.

“What’s wrong, are you alright?” He quickly took a step closer to her, wrapping his arms around her shoulders as she cried into his chest.

“M’sorry Mason but—” She hiccuped, “I just really appreciate you caring for me like this.”

His hand gently stroked her upper back in a soothing motion as he hushed her, hoping that she’d be comfortable around him.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m really proud of you, alright?”

The kind words fell from his lips so sweetly that she cried even harder, knowing that even her significant other hadn’t said anything reassuring in nature to her.

“Mason, I’m sorry but, not even my boyfriend did anything like this for me.” She continued to cry in his embrace, grateful that no one was watching as he walked them both further into the room, closing the door behind him.

His stomach dropped, not for the fact that she had a boyfriend, but for the fact that her boyfriend, someone who was supposed to be kind and caring towards her, couldn’t even do the bare minimum.

“It’s not your fault. You deserve everything, alright?”

She nodded her head, still wrapped in his arms, and her breaths slowly began to become more steady as time passed.

Her friends came back not too much later, smiling and giggling to each other as they saw her wrapped in Mason’s arms when they walked into the room, the both of them asleep in an awkward position, sitting on the floor.

When she woke up the next morning to her alarm going off, she was in her bed, tucked in warmly with little to no memory of how she ended up there. Looking over on the bedside table, she saw the familiar bouquet of flowers with the chocolate from Mason last night, but also a sticky note.

Reading the note, she smiled to herself from the thoughtful message that Mason wrote before he left, with a little smiley face in the corner.

He was always so sweet and attentive to small details, making him all the more perfect. But she knew it would be wrong to think of him as anything more than a friend. Just because her significant other couldn’t take care of her doesn’t mean that she could seek out some sort of comfort. Or at least, that’s what went through in her mind.

But the final and midterm exams came and went, and her stress seemed to slowly let go of the grasp it had on her.

She laughed more, smiled more, and got herself back, with one less thing stressing her out. Her friends invited her out for some drinks and food to celebrate, specifically at a bar-and-grill nearby campus.

“Jeez, it’s cold tonight,” her friend shivered, her hands wrapped around herself.

“Dunno why you didn’t want to bring a jacket then,” another friend said, looking over at her. “The right jacket won’t ruin a cute outfit.”

They approached the bar, the sound of nostalgic Christmas music seemed to flow from the open doors, laughter and the clinking of glass from toasts and celebrations interweaved within.

When they all settled down at a table, neatly tucked into one of the dimmer corners of the place, they placed their orders, in which they all settled on some appetizers. The drinks they ordered came by shortly, multiple glasses of varying shapes and sizes, colors and flavors since they decided to treat themselves.

“Cheers!” Her friend said, holding up her raspberry daiquiri in the air. “Cheers to a new semester of learning!”

They all clinked their drinks together, smiles plastered on their faces in pure happiness. Jokes and banter were shared, their laughter filling the air like fluff, and conversations that seemed so natural.

As they were all enjoying the night, her phone buzzed, and the unsettling feeling crept up on her again.

Looking at the text that appeared on the screen of her phone, she couldn’t tell whether or not she should cry, or laugh. Her significant other was no longer significant it seemed, having admitted to being unfaithful, having admitted to being what she thought he wasn’t.

She laughed, drawing the focus and attention to her at the table as she held her face with one hand, holding her phone with the other. The mix of alcohol in her system didn’t seem to make it all clearer.

“What happened? What’s so funny?”

“He did it,” she paused. “He actually did it.”

All of her friends looked at her in confusion, unaware of the turmoil that boiled within her. She slid her phone to her friends, showing them the messages that he sent to her, the confession of his infidelity. Their faces all turned to shock, jaw-dropped and mouths agape.

One of her friends set their hand on her shoulder gently, “Oh my gosh, are you alright?”

She smiled back at them, almost wrongly for the situation at hand. “I am now, he’s no longer mine.”

As she sent her final text to him, a formal message of separation, she put her phone in her bag, and picked up her drink.

“Cheers to everlasting happiness!”

They all arose in celebrations, toasts, cheers, smiles and all the sorts, fireworks almost sparkling in the air. It was a new start, but especially for her. The world seemed more vibrant now, the fuzzy soft glow of the bar lights making everything all the more ethereal, and it reminded her of Mason.

She smiled as she thought of him, his soft lips that smiled so sweetly and only spoke kindly, his bright eyes when he was passionate, and his laugh that was so contagious.

“Jeez, is it the alcohol that is making you all flustered or is there something else?” Her friend laughed.

“I think she’s thinking about her prince charming,”

“Speak of the devil—”

When she looked up from her drink, her eyes met Mason looking right at her, a smile appearing on his face as he saw her. It seemed as if her prayers were answered by some higher power.

Her blushed face became more blushed, hot on her skin, and her world seemed to become a fuzzy blurry madness. His own face seemed to light up at the sight of her, cheeks beautifully rosy, even in the dim lighting.

She looked back at her friends, their smiles softly encouraging her, beaming with bright pride for her success, and then she wandered off towards the direction of him, his warmth lulling her in.

As she approached him, he seemed all the more soft, no sharp edges or harsh words. He was an angel, more beautiful than ever now.

“Oh, hey you,” he said softly.

She couldn’t necessarily hear him, especially over the loud music, but she read his lips as if it were the first language she ever learned.

“Hi, Mason.” Her lips were upturned in a dopey smile,

He observed her with soft eyes, admiring her seemingly endlessly, her beauty holding him in a trance.

“Are you okay?” he asked with genuineness. “You don’t normally like to drink and go out like this,”

A soft, saddened look seemed to take over her face, her heart searching for why he was so concerned.

“Sorry, I don’t mean it in a rude way, it’s just that you—” His pause made him feel confused at his own words as well, not knowing why he was so worried about her. “I want you to be safe, and I know you’re with your friends, but I just want to be sure,”

She smiled at his sweetness, a familiar pattern now that he seemed to always be the one making her smile. “It’s okay, I’m safe,” she assured him. “I’m single now, he doesn’t have me anymore.”

He stood there, frozen in shock at her suddenness, unexpecting the reason behind her energy being more outward and extroverted.

“Oh—” He paused, not knowing what to say. “Are you alright?”

“Better than ever.” She gave him another soft smile as she tried to move back to her friends, waiting at the table for her, but Mason’s hand gently grasped hers.

“Please stay with me, we can go get some food, another place more quiet, just me and you.” His eyes twinkled with a newfound magic, like little sparklers on New Year’s Eve.

She nodded as a response, her face more flushed than ever with the alcohol in her system, tipsy and woozy. “I’ll go tell my friends, I don’t wanna scare ‘em,”

As she went to tell her friends, he let his own friends know about his whereabouts before he followed behind her, making sure that she’s okay. She quickly pulled out a twenty dollar bill to cover her own drinks and foods’ expenses, setting it down on the table where her friends were.

“M’kay, let’s go,” she said, holding Mason’s hand as she led them both out of the stuffy, noisy bar. He nodded, following her without complaint, happy to see her energetic and lively.

The fresh air was cold and sharp against their skin, making her shiver slightly as it was colder than before when she arrived at the bar. Mason took quick note of this and shrugged off his jacket, placing it over her shoulders.

She looked up at him, a soft, gentle look in her eyes that made him melt into a blush. “Thank you,” she whispered, her breath visible in the air.

“My pleasure,”

They both continued walking down the street, fingers intertwined with each other’s hand, the snow falling down like petals from a flower, flurrying around the both of them like magic in the air. It crunched beneath their feet, the sound familiar to the winter for the both of them.

The light from the lamp post shone delicately, fuzzily on their figures as they walked down the street, the sound of Christmas music flowing out of a nearby restaurant.

She gave a gentle tug on Mason’s hand, looking up at him with wonder in her eyes. It was a newfound magic, to see her so happy, so free from her stress it seemed.

“Dance with me,”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He gently held her hand in his, the warmth between their palms being shared, and placed a hand on her back, pulling her closer to him, which in turn erupted a soft giggle from her.

They twirled around together, laughing, smiling more than ever. She’d never felt so free before, so unbound to any restriction in her life. His heart seemed to grow at the sight of her, free from the weight on her shoulders, and how she seemed to be more heavenly.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sighed.

Her cheeks became more red, a lovely concoction of being enamored, slightly tipsy, as well as the cold air. “You are too, Mason.” She paused for a brief moment, admiring his features, his gorgeous eyes, lips, all that he had. “You’re so lovely,”

Their night was spent full of laughter, sweetness, the sort of things she could only ever dream of, and here it was, a reality. It was a new start for her, a fresh, clean start for her life, a new chapter, new beginnings.

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When will my husband (the Bruins) return from war (win a game)

#oh pretty please #boston bruins #nhl #hockey #bruins #nhl bruins

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One Day You'll See That Your Tainted Wings Are Heavenly

Hey y’all! An angst to comfort fluff fic featuring Cole Caufield for y’all that I hope you enjoy! Currently I’ve been feeling extremely under the weather, and so I wrote something that is once more, self-indulgent. Slightly not proofread, so let me know if something is insanely off. A gentle reminder to you all lovely people that you are worthy, no matter what you have to offer, or what you don’t offer. You deserve to be cherished and loved, regardless of anything that you feel like you lack. I hope you all are doing well, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Cole Caufield x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Mentions of self-doubt, Angst, Mentions of low self-worth, (let me know if I need to add anything)

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The bathroom tiles felt cold against her skin as she sat on the floor, knees brought up to her chest. Her breaths uneven and unsteady, and yet she remained silent, in hopes that he couldn’t figure out that she was crying.

She was always afraid of crying in front of Cole, she never wanted him to see her at her most vulnerable, something so horrifying to her. It was her imperfections that scared her, she wanted to do everything but disappoint him. The tears felt like a symbol of weakness, a flaw that she couldn’t seem to grow out of no matter what.

It ran down her burning cheeks like heavy rain, seemingly endlessly as time passed. Maybe it was for a few minutes, but it felt like an hour to her, stomach sick and swaying, churning at the mere thought that made her cave into her own cries in the first place.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart?” His voice echoed through the apartment, a warm-cheery tone that he always seemed to have with him, along with a bright smile that never seemed to fade.

She held her breath, afraid of her own voice betraying her. His footsteps drew closer, and closer, his heart knowing each and every one of her habits when she seemed down. A knock came on the bathroom door, echoing.

“Are you in there sweetheart? Is everything alright?”

He knew her better than she knew herself, despite having only known him for a year. Cole was an angel in her eyes, perfect in every way, sweet and caring, unapologetically. His actions made her feel loved beyond any realm, and yet her doubts still came and went to haunt her.

“I’m here—” her voice croaked, her heart dropping knowing that there was no doubt in Cole’s mind that she had been crying.

“Please open the door,” he said softly, worry laced within his words.

As she remained sitting on the ground, she looked up at the door, hesitating. She pulled her knees closer to herself, hoping that would at least ground herself, steady her for a brief moment.

Her breaths remained uneven, tight in her chest as she tried to exhale and inhale each breath. Tears stung at her eyes again, threatening to fall down her face once more like a rushed storm.

He knocked on the door again, gently and patiently. Anger was an unfamiliar emotion to Cole when he was around her, his voice never raising, his temper never boiling. It was the type of love that she could only believe occur in fairytales, a true love’s kiss or a happily ever after.

“Please, sweetheart? I promise you that you’ll feel a little better once you’ll let me take care of you,”

The idea of laying in his arms, his hand softly playing with her hair, caressing her shoulders as if she were a beautiful sculpture, seemed more than tempting to her. It was all she ever wanted, and yet she wouldn’t utter those simple words that would allow her to have it.

She never wanted to ask, to beg for something so simple. It should’ve been so easy for her past partners to understand, right? To be cared for was the bare minimum, and yet all that ever happened was that she gave and gave, never took.

Getting up, she twisted the doorknob, cold to the touch, and the door creaked open. Immediately, she was engulfed in Cole’s arms, wrapped in warmth and heavenly gentleness. She let out a sob, almost faltering into his arms as he held her close to his body, never wanting to let go.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’ve got you.” He placed a kiss onto her shoulder, gently rubbing her back with his hands. “I’ll always be here for you.”

She nodded slightly, exhaustion catching up with her body as she stood there. He picked her up with ease, carrying her to the couch covered in soft pillows and blankets. Sitting down on the couch, with her still in his arms, he moved the blanket so that it would cover the both of them.

After moving into a comfortable position for the both of them, he pulled her closer.

“Comfy?” His hand trailed up to her face, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear away from her face.

As she hummed in response, he placed a soft kiss on her cheek, a small smile appearing on her face as he did so. His heart warmed at the sight of this, despite her eyes puffy and red, nose runny, and face stained with dry tears.

She was a goddess to him, a being so perfect and heavenly. He always wondered how he got so lucky, how he ended up with someone that he loved so much.

“I love you so much, I hope you know that,”

The tears threatened to fall again at the sound of his kind words, and it did. Drop after drop streamed down her face as she tried to hide it from Cole, burying her face into her hands.

It was everything she wanted to hear, and yet, she doubted it when she did hear it. She didn’t doubt the sincerity of it, no, she doubted the fact of whether or not she deserved it, the words that fell from Cole’s lips sounding sweeter than honey and more perfect than anything.

“Is everything alright?” He felt a slight panic, not knowing why she was crying so heavily again. “Sweetheart, c’mere,” he said softly as he pulled her closer, his hand rubbing small circles into her back.

“Why?” She sniffled. “Why do you love me?” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper as she spoke.

Doubts ran wildly in her mind, worried about how she looked at the moment with tears running down her cheeks, nose running, lips slightly chapped from her struggling to breathe through her nose.

It seemed like the entire situation was against her, and yet, Cole still looked at her with such love and devotion.

“How could I not love you,” he said, letting out a soft laugh. “You’re beautiful, sweetheart.”

His hand cupped her face, kissing her lips softly, not caring if whether or not they were chapped. She melted into his touch, relaxing into the comfort that he brought.

“You’re beautiful here—” He placed a kiss on her cheek. “Here—” Another on her lips. “And here—” A gentle kiss near her eyes. “As well as here—” His lips were pressed gently on her hair.

He trailed down slightly further before she realized what he was doing, and stopped him. “Okay, honey—” she let out a small laugh. “I think I understand now,”

His lips curled into a smile at the sight of her feeling a little better, and he engulfed her in a hug, laying on top of her with his head resting on her chest. He wrapped his arm around her waist, always wanting to hold her closer to him.

“You’re always beautiful, sweetheart. Don’t forget that,” he murmured softly, his hand playing with her hair.

Her heart warmed at his words, the feelings of her doubts fading away. “You too, you’re the sweetest, Cole,” she said, placing a soft kiss on his head.

As they both grew sleepy, their eyelids feeling heavier, they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, their hearts beating softly in rhythm, breaths calm, and minds at peace.

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You Can Hate Me If You Want, But Your Desires Don't Lie

Hey y’all! Here is a Quinn Hughes, very cliché, enemies to lovers, snowed in a cabin trope. Besides that, I’m very proud of how he’s doing so far in this season, and I am very excited to see it continue. I hope you all have a lovely holiday season, and take care of yourself!

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x F!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Slight bickering, nothing more nor less.

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As he looked outside the cabin’s living room window, the snow didn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon. It fell from the darkened sky like meteorites crashing through the atmosphere endlessly.

“It doesn’t look like Jack and Luke are making it up here soon,” he cursed under his breath.

She lounged in a leather reclining chair across the living room from him, watching him intently as he reached into his pocket for his phone to call his siblings.

“Tough, huh?” She rolled her eyes in annoyance, knowing that she’d be snowed in the cabin with Quinn for the next day.

He gave her a dismissive glance. “Feeling’s mutual,” he mumbled.

Between Quinn and her, things had been sour since middle school, and with his younger brother Luke being best friends with her, he couldn’t avoid her. Every time she was around, his breaths were uneven, words caught in his throat like fish in a net.

He didn’t know why he disliked her so much, or why she seemed to dislike him back. Nonetheless, his heart may or may not have harbored a slight crush on her, as immature as it was, but he tried to push those feelings aside. Perhaps for a few days, few weeks, months, however long it was, it all turned into years it seemed.

Stolen glances, unspoken tension, lightning struck between them, thunder rumbled underneath the surface.

Luke picked up the phone on the other side, answering Quinn’s call. All she could tell from his tense expressions was that the two younger brothers couldn’t make it up to the cabin. When he looked back at her, he didn’t seem too bright and happy, although he never did have a satisfactory resting face in her opinion.

“They can’t come up because the snowfall is too much,” he sighed. “I guess they didn’t check too far ahead for the weather.”

Humming in response, she turned her attention back to the book she had in hand. She was not too entertained by it, but it held as a distraction to keep her gaze away from Quinn. It was the cliché “best-friend’s-older-brother” situation with him, but as much as she hated the thought of it, she couldn’t help but keep lingering stares on him.

He was just, too pretty, too ethereal. It’d be a sin not to admire someone so beautiful.

Rustling noises came from the kitchen area, presumably Quinn searching for snacks in the pantry. Luckily for him, they had both already brought snacks and some non-perishable groceries to the cabin, stocked in the fridge and in the cabinets.

“Quinny?” She asked in a sing-song tone, cringing internally at her antics. “Can you make a bowl of popcorn for me?”

“Yeah sure, whatever,” he responded, irritation laced in his voice.

Grabbing a bowl, he poured some premade popcorn into it, being quite generous knowing that he’d be mooching off of her bowl because ‘it tastes better’ despite the popcorn coming from the same bag.

As he handed the bowl to her, he stood there idly beside where she sat, a blank stare drawn on his face.

A confused expression formed on her face as she looked up at him. “Are you going to sit down or—?”

“That’s my seat,” he stated plainly.

“You don’t ‘own’ seats, Quinn.”

“No, I know,” he said as he grabbed a handful of her popcorn and stuffed it in his mouth. “But still, that’s my seat.”

“That’s my popcorn!” He shrugged at her reaction as she reluctantly got up from her seat, moving herself to the couch beside it as Quinn took a seat in the recliner.

She gave him an annoyed look before turning her attention to the TV, putting on some sappy Hallmark Christmas Movie. It was the same old thing with each new movie, but it was such a classic. Tear-jerking, seemingly impossible circumstances combined with romance could never go wrong, to her at least.

“This movie again? Really?” Quinn scoffed, his hand motioning at the TV. “It’s sooo cliché—like you know exactly what’s going to happen next,” he said, slumping into the recliner to the point where it’d seemed like he had become one with the chair.

Grabbing a piece of popcorn, she put it in her mouth, slightly entertained by his ramblings. “Go on.” She motioned.

“What do you mean?”

She let out a small laugh, “Keep talking, since you seem to hate Hallmark movies so much.” Her lips upturned into an amused smile, watching Quinn intently as he tried to explain himself.

“Well, it’s just boring, I guess, in the sense that it’s the same remake with a slightly different plot,” he said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck.

“Yes, but so are most movies,”

They both fell silent, the sound of the sweet-jolly Christmastime music humming in the background as the movie continued to play. It remained like this for a while before Quinn moved from his recliner, getting up to turn off some of the lights in the cabin, dimming the living room slightly.

She noticed his absence, and she quickly got up, moving herself to the recliner, and positioned herself comfortably before continuing to watch the movie, her legs swung over the sides of the chair.

As the movie went on, she became extremely invested despite seeing this movie on multiple occasions before. Her eyes never seemed to drift away from the screen that illuminated the living room, a gut-wrenching, heart-aching scene displayed on the TV as she watched intently.

The two lovers seemed to look at each other in the eyes with such sweet, pure desire, their lips parted in gentle laughter, warm breaths visible in the air as they held hands and stood close. Soft Christmas lights fluttered in the background, seemingly drifting like fireflies around the couple as they danced in the snow.

Quinn came back shortly, his footsteps as quiet as possible as he noticed her comfortable position as she rested on the recliner. He grinned mischievously to himself, knowing that the idea that he had in mind would most likely end up in consequences.

“Boo!”

She let out a blood-curdling scream when Quinn scared her, popping out from behind the recliner suddenly with a scary-looking mask over his face.

Laughing at her reaction, he moved the mask off his face, letting it sit on the side of his head instead, his messy brown hair slightly stuck to his forehead, a wide grin on his face.

“Wow, you were so scared!” He continued to laugh, hand on the back of the recliner to stabilize himself, meanwhile, she had a rather irritated look on her face as she repositioned herself on the recliner.

Her face heated up in embarrassment, a flush of warm red on her neck and cheeks. “What the hell, Quinn!” she grumbled, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. “That was not funny!”

“You should’ve seen it though,” he chuckled, laughter dying down a bit. “You almost jumped out of your seat!”

Turning her back to him, she faced the TV and continued to watch the movie, attempting to ignore him for the rest of the night. The classic silent treatment. A couple of times she almost faltered, small talk easy to her lips when she was around him, but she held her silence.

However, Quinn didn’t seem to like that, slightly disappointed in the absence of her voice and lack of attention on him. “Hellooo?” He waved a hand in front of her face, causing her to move her head slightly over to see the screen. “Heyyy?”

Plopping himself down on the ground next to the recliner, he leaned onto it, letting out a sigh as he rested his head against it. His hand trailed to her bowl of popcorn, taking a piece or two, and to his surprise, she didn’t seem to mind.

As the movie went on, he slowly became more and more invested in the movie, each scene seemingly more magical and intense than the last.

“Anyone home in that empty head?” Her voice snapped him out of the trance that the movie had on him.

He quickly looked up at her, a little embarrassed that he was caught watching the movie as well. “Yeah,” he spoke quietly, the words leaving his mouth like a whisper. “What’s up?”

She grabbed a piece of popcorn and tossed it in her mouth. “Nothin’, just thought you hated Hallmark movies,”

“I don’t hate them—”

“But you said you did?”

He paused and thought about his words, remembering his previous statement about the topic earlier that night. “Okay, well, maybe I magically got blessed by the power of Hallmark movie magic and had a change of heart suddenly,” he spoke in a sarcastic tone, making her laugh.

Rolling her eyes at him, she chuckled. “Okay Mr. ‘I-Had-A-Change-Of-Heart’,” she said as she got up out of her seat.

As she walked to the kitchen, her bowl in hand, his eyes watched her curiously, wondering what she was doing. Once he heard the water running from the kitchen, he assumed that she was just washing her bowl, and so turned his attention back to the movie.

It was only a few minutes too late until he realized that she had broken her oath of silence.

“You did it! You spoke!” He got up from the ground like an excited toddler, or rather, a young child who just won a game at recess. “Ha! I knew you couldn’t ignore me for the whole night!” he said smugly, walking into the kitchen to join her.

She remained focused on her task, not turning to face him as she finished off rinsing her bowl, but her lips parted as she responded to him. “I could never, Quinn,” she spoke, her voice smooth like honey to his ears. “Could never ignore you.”

Butterflies seemed to be pinned to the insides of his stomach, fluttering as a slight blush was dusted on his cheeks. “You as well,” he spoke under his breath, nervous that if he was slightly louder, she would catch on to the shakiness of his voice.

He walked back to the living room after grabbing a blanket from the closet nearby, settling down cozily on the recliner as he continued to watch the movie. Shortly after, she came back into the living room, lying down on the couch on her side to face the TV.

The night only seemed to grow colder as it went on, the heating seemingly doing nothing in the cabin. Quinn only noticed a slight chill in the air, but she felt like she was freezing. Her hands felt cold, as well as her feet and the tip of her nose.

She shivered slightly, curling up instinctively to try and keep herself warm. He looked over at her in slight worry, his scary-looking Halloween mask still resting on the side of his head. Getting up, he grabbed his blanket and placed it on her, causing her to look up at him in confusion.

“What? No—” She pushed the blanket back to him, making him hold it in his hands. “You can keep the blanket since it’s cold,”

He shook his head in opposition, denying the blanket. “You need it more than me,”

Looking up at him, she got up from the couch, standing with her face mere inches away from his, her hand lightly ghosting up his arm, memories sparkling in his eyes like a sunset on the lake in Michigan. His eyes softened as he looked at her, a wordless ‘do you want it?’ being asked, with her nodding her head.

As soon as she did, he pressed his lips against hers frantically as she leaned in closer to him, his hand snaking its way to her lower back, pressing her closer to him. He gently held the side of her face, thumb stroking her warm cheek with delicacy.

Her hand went to the back of his head, deepening the kiss as her fingers entangled themselves into his soft hair, hearing a sigh fall from his mouth as she did so.

They pulled away from each other breathlessly, their lips slightly parted and swollen from kissing, a pretty shade of rose covering their faces. He let out a small laugh, a sweet one as he held her close, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he said bashfully, smiling awkwardly, and yet he was still so pretty in her eyes.

“Really?” Her voice was quiet and unsure, needing some sort of confirmation that he wasn’t lying. “I thought you were annoyed by me?” She sat down on the couch, moving over slightly so that he could sit down beside her.

He let out another laugh, sitting down with her. “I could never be annoyed by you, I just thought you hated me.” It seemed like a weight came off of his shoulders as he said that, getting the words off of his chest. “Sorry—”

She kissed him again, holding his face gently on both sides, silencing him from talking as she pressed her lips onto his, feeling him relax into the kiss. Pulling away, she spoke quietly, “You know I could never hate you.”

The look in his eyes could only be described as ethereal, glimmering like snow as he looked at her. “Promise?” He held his pinky finger up, a gesture of eternal promise in his heart.

She locked her pinky with his, “Promise.” Her smile seemed brighter than the sun to him, it was his warmth, comfort.

They both rested on the couch, maybe even thankful that his two younger brothers couldn’t come up to the cabin. The movie continued to go on as they both cuddled up to each other, blanket over the both of them, Quinn’s arm wrapped around her waist.

It was just the perfect cheesy Hallmark ending that he would’ve hated so much, and yet he savored the moment of her, asleep in his arms, his own eyes growing tired and sleepy.

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