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For the tiktok stories waking up early to watch the sunrise with Nolan Patrick
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Prompt-- 12. Waking up early to watch the sunrise
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Sorry it has taken me so long to post another one, I've been having very little motivation to write lately so hopefully this isn't too bad.
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Word Count: 975
Warning(s): none i dont think, ending kinda sucks
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Quietness surrounds me as my mind awakens before my body. I lay motionless for a few minutes trying to even out my breath once more, but my mind does not seem to want to cooperate. Realizing there is no chance of me falling back asleep, I roll onto my side where my bedside table is to focus my bleary eyes on the clock to check what time it is.
4:58 AM.
I throw my head back onto the pillows in annoyance. Rolling onto my side once more, now in the opposite direction, I find my boyfriend still in a deep slumber. I contemplate wanting to either stay in bed and to try to force myself back to sleep, or just cave in and get up and start my day. Going for the latter, I carefully peel the comforter and sheets off of my body, trying not to disturb my tired boyfriend. As soon as my bare feet hit the cold hardwood floors, I hear Nolan grumble a little bit before eventually rolling to the other side.
I let out a sigh of relief and then made my way to the bathroom to do my business and wash my face. Before heading to the kitchen, I grab my phone and my favorite fluffy blanket off the corner chair in our bedroom and slip on a pair of slippers.
While starting a pot of coffee, I check my phone to see what time the sunrise is. Seeing that I have a good 25 minutes before the sun begins to ascend, I take my time making my coffee and looking through some of my social media. Once I start to hear the first few chirps coming from the birds outside, I decide to then go ahead and make my way onto the balcony that will give me the perfect view of the sunrise over the Philly skyline. The air still smells of the night time as I shiver a little, basking in the last bit of quietness before the sun arises and the hustle and bustle of the day begins.
I’m broken out of the quietness when I hear the sliding glass door of the balcony creak open. I crane my neck to find Nolan-- with his crazy bedhead and bleary eyes, walking out into the crisp air.
“What are you doing awake?” I croak out my first words of the morning.
“I could ask you the same thing.” His already deep voice intensified from just waking up.
I give him a little shrug. “My body just decided to wake up now. Did I wake you?”
He lifts his arms above his head and does a big stretch while shaking his head no.
I ignore the way his shirt lifts up a little revealing a slither of his v-line and focus my eyes back on him giving him a questioning glare.
He huffs at my expression and finally relents, “I wanted to cuddle with you, but you weren’t there.”
I coo at that whereas Nolan blushes and rolls his eyes at my antics. He motions for me to get up, which I do, where he then takes my previous place and pulls me into his lap. I fix the blanket to where it is now covering us both and immediately snuggle closer to Nolan’s body. He gives me a little kiss on the forehead, where my head is currently laying on his chest, and wraps his arms tighter around me.
Slowly the first few rays of sunlight peeked over the edge of the Philly skyline casting pinkish/goldish hues in the sky. The first rays of the sun are cool and bracing to our tired eyes. As the golden disc seemed to be rising more and more, you could hear the birds singing their morning tunes, and there was a quick moment of serene and calmness as the world around us felt like it was stopped in time, allowing us to capture this peaceful moment. Finally, as the sun gets higher in the sky, the day’s activities begin. You can hear the early-risers already up and at them bustling through the streets, the cars whizzing through the traffic lights, and the beautiful sounds of the trash truck making its way through the town. Gotta love city life.
I sigh contently in Nolan’s arms, reveling in the last few moments of peace before we go and get a head start on our day.
“Thank you for staying out here with me.” I whisper to Nolan.
He responds by giving my forehead another kiss and then mumbles into my hair, “Of course. I’d do anything if it meant starting my mornings with you by my side.”
I sit up a little and bring my hands to play with his overgrown hair. I smile at the slight blush that currently overtakes my boyfriend's cheeks after his last confession.
“Ya know mornings make you all lovey dovey and say all these cute things.” I tease lightly.
His blush turns an even darker shade of pink at that and he turns his face away from me to try and hide it. I gently grab hold of his chin and bring his face back towards mine to bring our lips together. The kiss is sweet and short since neither of us have yet to brush our teeth, and it is still very early in the morning for things to get too heated. But it’s still all we need. As we pull apart, I mumble against his lips,
“I love you,”
“I love you too.” He drawled, bringing me back in for one more kiss.
“Hm, wait. Does this mean you’ll wake up with me again tomorrow to watch the sunrise?”
He groaned, and I let out a light laugh while snuggling back into his chest already thinking about how today is going to be a great day.
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favourite music 2017
The affording of enormous weight to barely concealed fragility and vulnerability; when I pore over the contents of my iTunes from the last twelve or so months it’s plainly apparent that this is the hill I’ve elected to die on. Almost all the albums I found myself infatuated with at some point or another in 2017 meditated upon desire, the transience of romance, and the anguish that often accompanies its pursuit.
I’m acutely aware of how oddly this contrasts with my own life, which for the past almost-two-years has been romantically fulfilling in the way that my previous 25 absolutely weren’t. On this, I would say two things. First, that stability is elusive even (maybe especially?) for the most outwardly rose-coloured of us, and that maintaining relationship hygge takes compromise and is not easy, and for those reasons feelings of vulnerability are never far from the front of my mind; and, second, that it’s testament to the skill of certain songwriters and performers that their work was able to make this gay-ass conventionalist really feel something every now and again last year.
I wouldn’t want to suggest that I only just worked out that the theatrical presentation of desire is something I’m drawn to, but certainly there were some things in the past year that I really did begin to understand. Theatricality is often used in a critical sense as pejorative; something that is too extra, that goes too far, that is all tell and no show. Despite its predisposition towards excess, musical theatre has, for instance, always played out as sterile and spurious to me. (Sorry. And look at it this way, you don’t ever need to worry about getting me tickets to Hamilton). It’s so dramatic that it becomes too dramatic; your self-awareness isn’t allowed the chance to be suspended, even for a moment. An album like Lorde’s Melodrama makes its intentions apparent before you’ve even heard a note of it, but its theatrics (and there are many - think of the wailed chorus of “Writer In The Dark”, the gory car crash of “Homemade Dynamite”, the bridge in “Supercut” that accelerates like you’re on a bike rushing down a hill) are as easily consumed by sitting silently in tears as they are dancing, or walking, or lifting heavy weights, or running up a hill (to make or not to make a deal with God), or lying in blissful supta baddha konasana. Anyway, what I’m trying to say is that hyperemotional vulnerability is for all seasons and for all hours of the day and I am now happy to welcome it into every aspect of my life.
I wrote over fifty blurbs for various songs on the Singles Jukebox last year. Some I loved, some I hated, what’s new. I wrote a blurb for “Praying”, Kesha’s first solo single in nearly five years, which turned out to be both the highest scoring song on the site for 2017 and the champion of my personal “list”. I sort of said all this already on the Jukebox, but my love for “Praying” lies nearly entirely in the way Kesha leans so heavily into her aphorisms, finding new ways to bring profundity to ostensibly simple lines like “I’m proud of who I am”. (Contrast this with most of Taylor Swift’s 2017 work, which forewent specific detail in favour of portentously loaded maxim, but forgot about nuance and came up mostly dry). When Kesha punctuates her sermon with a thunderous kick drum, it’s basically game over. As the stories of survivors of sexual assault, abuse and harassment began to dominate news media in the second half of the year, the song only gathered further resonance.
Lorde’s album held court as my favourite for most of the year. A promo image released by Kelela at the beginning of August threatened a coup. The odds shortened a few days later upon the release of its lead single and the arrival of the full album at the beginning of October marked the tangible takeover. Take Me Apart is all juxtaposition, which when applied to albums is often code for jumbled quagmire, but here there’s too much attention to detail, steadfastness of narrative, and, er, feeling, to get mixed up in anything like that. It see-saws between playful flirting, introspection, self-acceptance, control, loss of control, falling slowly through the sky, and falling fast through the abyss. I love it so much. It’s also very queer and very Black. Support Black queer art! Especially when it’s this well crafted.
Aside from all THAT, my favourite things in music last year were Moses Sumney’s Tiny Desk Concert, attending the Lorde show in the Botanic Gardens, the line “every single day I fight another war; every single night I feel more powerful!” in Rina Sawayama’s “Take Me As I Am”, and Rihanna telling Diplo his music sounded like a “a reggae song at an airport”.
My ten favourite songs of 2017 were:
1. Kesha “Praying” - as above and here;
2. Lorde “Green Light” - see here. The score given, however, is wrong. Add another point.
3. Sigrid “Strangers” - see here. I can’t wait until she’s everywhere and everyone knows her; her potential to me scans as “unlimited / infinite / fucking enormous, if it must be quantifiable”.
4. MUNA “I Know a Place”. The album version is acceptable but I’m also partial to this live one, which involves some changes to the lyrics.
5. Tove Lo “Disco Tits”. Like a wonky, filthy Kylie B-side played underwater.
6. Kelela “Turn To Dust”. Refer also to the first set of songs below. She didn’t play this at her concert this week, which is lucky, because otherwise its title may have proved prophetic.
7. Nilüfer Yanya “Baby Luv” - see here. See also dirgey diatribe above re: vulnerability.
8. Rae Morris “Do It” - I’ve become more and more besotted with this as time has passed and am not sure whether I’m most impressed by a) the wordplay b) the ping-ponging percussion in the second verse c) the subtle yet giant switch-up halfway through d) the soaring vocals or e) managing all of the above in less than 3 and a half minutes.
9. Rina Sawayama “Alterlife” - it did not take me long to request for lamination of a stan card for a popstar who loves key changes and here deftly incorporates influences as diverse as the Need For Speed soundtrack, Samantha Mumba and Madonna at her glassiest.
10. Tove Styrke “Mistakes” - see here. I’m ready for her to run away with 2018, in or out of a wedding dress.
Aside from those, here are some other songs I enjoyed in 2017, variously categorised and (with the “top 10″) collected in a Spotify playlist, located here:
Songs that can make you feel like you’re floating slowly heavenward
Björk “Arisen My Senses”
Charli XCX “Track 10”
Julie Byrne “Natural Blue”
Julien Baker “Appointments”
Moses Sumney “Quarrel”
Rae Morris “Do It (Nico Muhly Dance Remix)”
Sampha “(No One Knows Me) Like The Piano”
Sevdaliza “Loves Way”
Slowdive “Slomo”
St. Vincent “Slow Disco”
Susanne Sundfør “Undercover”
Dance music that I barely pay any attention to throughout the calendar year and then become unusually enthusiastic about come end-of-year-list season
Bicep “Vale”
Gerd Janson x Shan "Surrender”
Honey Dijon “Catch The Beat”
Jad & The “Strings That Never Win”
Kink “Perth”
Minor Science “Volumes”
Octo Octa “Adrift (Avalon Emerson’s Furiously Awake Version)”
Shanti Celeste “Make Time”
SW. “Untitled B2”
The xx “On Hold (Jamie xx Remix)”
Yaeji “Raingurl”
Songs for the summer gloaming
Charlotte Day Wilson “Doubt”
Daniel Caesar “Blessed”
Frank Ocean “Chanel”
Jessie Ware “Stay Awake, Wait For Me”
Ladi6 “Guru”
Rachel Foxx “Happen To Me”
Sampa The Great “Bye River”
Sevyn Streeter “Before I Do”
Syd “Body”
Tyler, The Creator “Garden Shed feat. Estelle”
Plaintive songs for grey afternoon walks
Alvvays “Dreams Tonite”
Amandla Stenberg “Let My Baby Stay”
HAIM “You Never Knew”
Kehlani “Advice”
Khalid “Winter”
Lana Del Rey “Love”
Laura Marling “Next Time”
Paramore “Forgiveness”
Perfume Genius “Die 4 You”
St. Vincent “Happy Birthday, Johnny”
SZA “Prom”
Taylor Swift “New Year’s Day”
Best bangers
Amber Mark “Heatwave”
Charli XCX “Lipgloss feat. Cupcakke”
Charli XCX “Porsche feat. MØ”
Charlotte Gainsbourg “Deadly Valentine”
Charly Bliss “Glitter”
Drake “Get It Together feat. Jorja Smith & Black Coffee”
Dua Lipa “New Rules”
Haiku Hands “Not About You”
Ibibio Sound Machine “Give Me A Reason”
ionnalee “Samaritan”
J. Balvin x Willy William “Mi Gente feat. Beyoncé”
J. Hus “Did You See”
Jessie Ware “Your Domino”
Jorja Smith x Preditah “On My Mind”
Kah-Lo “Fasta”
Kelela “Truth Or Dare”
Kendrick Lamar “LOYALTY. feat. Rihanna”
Kllo “Last Yearn”
Leikeli47 “Miss Me”
Lorde “Sober”
Maliibu Miitch “4AM”
Miguel “Banana Clip”
Nite Jewel “2 Good 2 Be True”
Paramore “Hard Times”
Phoenix “J-Boy”
Rina Sawayama “Take Me As I Am”
Ronika “Better Than Ever”
Rose Elinor Dougall “All At Once”
Sigrid “Don’t Kill My Vibe”
Stormzy “Big For Your Boots”
The Horrors “Something To Remember Me By”
Tove Lo “Shedontknowbutsheknows”
Whethan “love gang feat. Charli XCX”
Wolf Alice “Don’t Delete The Kisses”
Finally, here are thirty albums I loved last year. Onwards and upwards!
1. Kelela Take Me Apart
2. Lorde Melodrama
3. SZA Ctrl
4. Fever Ray Plunge
5. Charly Bliss Guppy
6. Wolf Alice Visions Of A Life
7. Rina Sawayama RINA
8. Jessie Ware Glasshouse
9. Tove Lo Blue Lips
10. Charli XCX Pop 2
11. MUNA about u
12. Moses Sumney Aromanticism
13. Sevdaliza ISON
14. St Vincent MASSEDUCTION
15. Susanne Sundfør Music For People In Trouble
16. Ibeyi Ash
17. Sampa The Great Birds & The Bee9
18. Kink Playground
19. Daniel Caesar Freudian
20. Bicep Bicep
21. Sophia Kennedy - Sophia Kennedy
22. Miguel War & Leisure
23. Laura Marling Semper Femina
24. Ibibio Sound Machine Uyai
25. Jen Cloher Jen Cloher
26. Dua Lipa Dua Lipa
27. The xx I See You
28. Honey Dijon The Best Of Both Worlds
29. Kesha Rainbow
30. Leikeli47 Wash & Set
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Holding my hand while he’s in the front seat and I’m in the back with Bowen Byram (if you can!)
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Prompt-- 10. Holding my hand while hes in the front and I'm in the back (w Bowen Byram)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)
Word Count: 1249
Warning(s): mention of nausea, car sickness, a few curse words; Tyson Jost & Cale Makar are both mentioned (just in case you do not like them :/)
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‘u okay?’
I am only able to get a quick peek at my phone to read the text message that comes from my boyfriend, who is sitting right in front of me in the passenger seat, before I feel another wave of nausea hit me. I continue doing my breathing exercises to try and calm my body down, and so I don’t make a scene in front of the other two people in the car with us.
Right now we are currently on our way to the lakehouse my brother, Tyson, rented out for the week. In the car we have Tyson driving (recklessly may I add), Bowen sitting next to him, and another one of their teammates, Cale, sitting beside me in the backseat. There are two other cars following behind us filled with some more of Tyson’s teammates and their significant others. They all figured they should have one last hoorah together before they all part ways to their respective homes for the offseason.
Now everyone on the team just expects I’m coming because Tyson is my brother and I wanted to spend more time with him. But, the actual reason is I just wanted to be able to spend some time (albeit most of it will be with others around) with my boyfriend Bowen, which no one knows is actually my boyfriend. We have both decided to keep it on the down low for a while to figure out if this is something that can potentially grow serious, before we tell my crazy overprotective brother, who will most likely throw a huge hissy fit.
I’m abruptly pulled out of my thoughts when Tys makes another sharp turn. I let out a low groan when I lurched forward as far as my seatbelt could take me, and bile started to climb up my throat. Cale notices my uncomfortable expression and gives me a worried look.
“Hey, are you alright y/n?” He cautioned, not sure what was going on.
Tyson’s eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror with a matching worried expression. Once he sees my distraught look, he looks back at me for a quick second before averting his eyes back to the road.
“y/n/n what’s up? You’re looking a little green.” Tyson commented.
“Can you pull over?” I croak out.
Tyson lets out a dramatic sigh. “C’mon we’re almost at the cabin.” He drawls out. “You’ll be fine. Just take some deep breaths.”
“Well then can you stop driving like a fucking maniac. You know I get car sick.” I snap. I see Tyson huff a little through the rearview mirror, but thankfully I do feel the car slow down a bit.
Bowen turns around in his seat to face me with a pained expression once he sees how much discomfort I am in. He tries to give me a little smile, but all he gets in return is a little shudder from me as I rest my head against the cool window.
“Here, you wanna try drinking some of my water?” He offers.
I take the bottle out of his outstretched hand and mumble out a quick, “thanks.”
As Bowen turns back in his seat, I just barely notice the slight eye roll that comes from my brother. I try not to focus too hard on what that could mean and instead focus on taking some deep breaths. Another low groan escapes my lips during a sharp turn, and that’s when I notice the hand peeking through the passenger seat and the door. I immediately go to take Bowen’s hand and instantly find comfort in his touch. His thumb rubs soothing circles onto the back of my hand that actually does wonders to calm me down.
For the rest of the car ride, Bowen and I keep our hands interlocked with each other-- him continuing to rub those soothing circles and every once in a while giving my hand a little squeeze when Tyson pushes down on the gas a little too hard, or we take an unnecessary sharp turn. And if Cale notices are conjoined hands, he doesn’t say a word.
Eventually, we made it to the cabin, surprisingly all in one piece.
“Remind me to drive back with Mikko and the others please.” I semi-jokingly say to Cale. He lets out a little chuckle, whereas Tyson just gives me a little glare from his seat.
Bowen and I finally part our hands once Tys takes the keys out of the ignition. Everyone then starts making their way out of the car, myself taking it a little bit slower so I don’t end up throwing up everywhere once my feet hit the ground.
As we are getting all the luggage out of the the trunk of the car, Tyson turns to both Bowen and I and surprises us with his next words,
“Byram, help y/n take her stuff up to your guys’ room?” Both of us raise our eyebrows and try to act confused at his words.
“Sorry?” Bowen squeaks out.
“You guys are sharing a room since you’re dating,” Tyson states matter-of-factly. “You are together, correct?” He says it so smugly, knowing that he has caught us in a lie. Obviously we weren’t as inconspicuous in our sneaking around as we thought we were. Bowen just clears his throat awkwardly before taking my bags and moving to stand next to me. I see him give me a pleading look, urging me to be the one to say something.
“How’d you know?” I questioned.
Tyson lets out a little scoff before replying, “You guys aren’t as slick as you think you are.” Out of the corner of my eye I see Cale nod his head in agreement. I meet Bowen’s eyes and let out a breathy chuckle while shaking my head.
“So you aren’t mad?” I pondered to my brother.
He let out the littlest sigh and approaches me to put his arm around my shoulder.
“Nahh. First off, you’re kinda grown up now so I can’t really tell you what to do anymore. And second,” he pauses and looks over at my boyfriend, “Byram’s a good guy, so I trust him.” They both smile at each other and do that little bro hand shake thing. Tys still has a grip on Bo's hand though when he warns, “But, if I hear a single noise come out of that room, I will beat your ass.”
Bowen clears his throat before pulling his hand away from Tyson’s and moving it to scratch the base of his neck awkwardly. “Noted.” He stutters out.
Both Tyson and Cale then leave us alone to make their way into the cabin. Bowen closes the gap between us two to bring me into a hug.
“Feeling better?” He mumbles into my hair, leaving a few kisses as he does.
I lift my head off his chest to meet his eyes and give him one of the biggest grins ever. “So much better now.” I smiled.
He gives me a quick peck on the lips, since Tyson was still in range of view. With a tiny smirk forming on his face he grinned, “Let’s go to our room then, eh?”
I grab ahold of his hand and let him lead me into the house, smiling at the fact we don’t have to sneak around anymore and I get to openly enjoy our time together with the love of my life.
This week just got a whole lot better.
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9 for jack hughes??
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A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. I kind of had a hard time coming up with an idea for this one, so I hope it's not too bad. I'm also posting this now because I have a family dinner tonight so I'm not sure when else I'll be able to.
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Word Count: 736
Warning(s): kinda sad idk what im doing
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Today’s the day.
Today’s the day where I part with my best friend, as he goes off to live out his dream of playing professional hockey in New Jersey and I go earn my degree at my dream school hours away. I always knew this day would come, where we would eventually go our separate ways. It’s harder than I would have ever imagined though.
Ever since the Hughes family moved in next door to my family, Jack and I have been inseparable. From teaming up to beat Quinn and Luke in street hockey, weekly movie nights, wearing his jersey at every NTDP home game, going with his family to Vancouver for his draft, to now standing with his family outside of the airport waiting to say goodbye.
I don’t even realize that tears are streaming down my face until Jack approaches me and goes to wipe them off my cheeks. He’s already said his goodbyes to his brothers, and his parents are traveling with him to help him get everything settled. So that means I’m the last one he’s saying goodbye to. I see everyone out of the corner of my eye walk a safe distance away to give us some privacy.
His face visibly winces at my distraught state.
“Y/n please don’t cry. You’re gonna make me cry soon.” He pouted.
“I’m gonna miss you so much.” I whimpered.
He immediately brought his arms around me into a hug. My arms went around his waist as I rested my head against his chest to hear his heartbeat one more time. Jack’s one arm was around my shoulders while the other was combing through the strands of my hair. I heard him let out a few sniffles before he rested his head on top of mine.
I don’t know how long we were standing there just holding each other, but we eventually break apart when we hear Mr. Hughes clear his throat, signaling we don’t have that much time left together.
“Oh, wait, I have something for you.” Jack rummages through his carry on bag in search of something. When he finds it, he reveals a velvet pendant box.
I furrow my brows at Jack confused on what he could have gotten me. He opens it up to reveal a beautiful sterling silver necklace. I gape a little and take a closer look, only to notice that in the center of the necklace there is the letter ‘J’.
This time I let out a little gasp and whisper out, “Jack.”
He gives me a shy smile before taking the necklace out of the box and motioning for me to turn around. I do just that, and I feel Jack delicately move my hair to one shoulder. He put it around my neck and began to clasp the two sides into one. A shiver ran down my spine when I felt fingers touch the exposed skin on my neck.
As I go to reach up and grab ahold of the 'J' now dangling from my neck, we hear the airport intercom announce one last warning for security check. I see Jack’s parents motioning towards us that they need to go. With Jack still behind me, I feel his breath hit the back of my neck as he murmurs into my ear, “Don’t forget about me, eh?”
I whip around to face him and look straight into his eyes as I utter out, “Never.”
He picks up his carry on bag and he gives me one last grin. I see him hesitate for just a moment before his head leans towards mine...
And he gives me a kiss on the cheek.
As he’s pulling away I hear the faintest “I love you,” that I almost miss over all the noise of the airport. But I heard it. And by the time I even process what just happened or get a chance to respond Jack and his parents are already half way through the security line.
Still holding onto the 'J' around my neck I continue to watch the Hughes’ make their way through security until they are out of my sight. Just before they round the corner, Jack looks back one last time and sees me watching. We both grin at each other, with the exception of tears still streaming down my face.
And there I decide to mouth out the words back to him,
“I love you too.”
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number 2 on the 14 romantic thingy screams matty t i can picture him making it v romantic
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Prompt -- 2. Zipping/unzipping my dress (w Matthew Tkachuk)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. I included links to what I pictured the outfit to look like, but feel free to totally ignore that and picture it however you want! Sorry it's kinda short and I hope it fits with what you were looking for...
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Word Count: 604
Warning(s): Implied fem. reader, a curse word, kinda a suggestive comment ??? also there is a florida georgia line song reference in there if anyone is a fan and catches it :)
“Babe!” My boyfriend's voice rings throughout the apartment.
I quickly finish up the last of my makeup by putting on one more coat of mascara, and then I haphazardly throw everything back into my makeup bag when I hear Matt’s footsteps approaching the bedroom.
His head peaks through the doorway to find me still in my comfy clothes and not as ready as I should be. He groans.
“Babe! Are you almost ready? We needed to leave like five minutes ago.” He grumbles out.
Crossing the room rushedly, I disappear into the walk-in closet before replying, “Yeah, yeah. I just need to get changed and then I’ll be ready.”
I search the closet for the specific dress that I wanted to wear to this event. The Flames organization was holding one of their charity events tonight, and as one of the player’s girlfriends, I want to make sure I look my best. It also gives me a chance to make myself feel all dolled up and glamorous.
I found what I am looking for and grabbed that and my black open toe and ankle strap heels. I throw everything on the bed and immediately start stripping down, not even caring that Matt was sitting right there. The dress I decided to wear was a plain black skin tight dress that goes down to below the knee. It was only one shoulder with a little slit that goes to about mid thigh.
Shimming up the dress, I go to reach around and zip it up but realize that I can’t reach it. I look up to find Matt already with his eyes on me. There’s a level of intensity to them that causes butterflies to erupt in my stomach.
I go to speak but end up getting a little tongue tied under his fierce gaze. Finally I managed to croak out, “Can you zip me up?”
“God, yes.” He grinned, taking long strides to where I was standing. He lightly placed his hands on my shoulders to turn me around. Every part of my exposed skin he touched felt like it was on fire. It’s crazy how so little as a touch from him still makes me feel all tingly and nervous, like we are teenagers going on their first date.
His hands slowly glide down my back and along my spine to grab ahold of the zipper. As he gradually zips up the back of my dress, Matt uses his other hand to push my hair to one side so it doesn’t end up getting caught. Just before he fully zips me up, he brings his face closer to my neck. I feel his breath dance across my skin while he whispers,
“You’re so beautiful.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stick up and shivers running down my body when he then kisses my neck softly.
I turn around as Matt takes a step back with slow deliberation to look me up and down. He lingers for a moment on my lips before finally lifting his head to meet my eyes. It looks like he wants to say something but nothing is coming to mind.
“What are you thinking about, Matty?”
His eyebrows raise at the nickname I used which I know he hates. He lets out a deep breath before admitting, “I’m just looking at that fine little dress you got on.” He pauses… “Don’t get me wrong, baby, I love it. You look fucking incredible.” Another drawn out pause…
“But now all I can think about is talking you out of it.”
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6.he teaches me something with Mat brazal maybe teaches you a few guitar chords since he can play acoustic guitar after Jordan Eberle teaching him a bit plus him teaching himself also
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Prompt -- 6. He teaches me something (w Mat Barzal)
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Warning(s): A curse word or two, mention of alcohol,,, ok I know like literally nothing about playing the guitar so if I got anything wrong or it's confusing I am so sorry!!
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“Who the hell are all these people? ” I lean over to whisper into my boyfriend’s ear.
We are currently at one of our best friends, Anthony Beauvillier’s house to celebrate his birthday. There are at least 100 people here all crowded around, drinking and dancing to someone’s playlist. I think I have maybe recognized a total of 10 faces tonight.
My boyfriend Mat gives me a little shrug and then pulls me even closer into his body as two drunk partiers plow their way through us and into the kitchen. I grimace as one of the guys’ drinks sloshes over the brim of his cup and onto my boots. I feel like I’m at a frat party right now, and I am not enjoying it.
“I didn’t know Tito had this many friends.” I remarked.
Mat lets out a little chuckle before bringing his mouth closer to my ear to be heard over the thumping music.
“He doesn’t. He just wanted to look cool.”
I once again scrunch my face up in annoyance when someone goes a little too hard dancing and knocks into my shoulder.
Mat scowls at the oblivious partygoer and grabs onto my hand, dragging me into one of the hallways. Trailing behind him, I watch as Mat begins searching through the few rooms in the hall. After walking in on another couple ‘hanging out’, Mat finally finds an empty room.
I go to sit on the bed while Mat locks the door. I raise my eyebrows at him when he turns around to face me.
“What are you planning to do Mathew?” I teased.
He smirks before replying back, “I just figured you wanted to get away from the noise and crowd. Why? Do you have other plans in mind?” He wiggles his eyebrows as he slowly prances over to where I am sitting on the edge of the bed. I roll my eyes at his antics and begin to search the unknown room.
“Whose room are we in anyway?” I questioned.
“Beau’s.”
“Really? Why does he have a guitar? Does he even know how to play that?”
Mat scoffs. “No. Once again, he just wants to look cool.”
Mat makes his way over to where the acoustic guitar was chilling in the corner of Anthony’s room collecting dust. He picks it up and goes to sit down on the desk chair. It looks like he was just messing around a little, but next thing I know my boyfriend is strumming out beautiful notes on the guitar.
My eyes widen and my jaw goes a little slack.
“What the hell. I did not know you knew how to play the guitar?!” I burst in both astonishment and confusion.
He chuckles a little bit before revealing, “I know a thing or two. Ebs taught me a few basic skills at one point and I decided to try and stick it out and learn a few more.”
I take a moment to admire the sight before me. Mathew Barzal holding a guitar all concentrated and sexy. I watch the way his hands glide along each and every string, zoning in on the veins protruding out with each movement. I watch the way his eyebrows furrow and his tongue just barely sticks out of his mouth in deep concentration trying to remember what Jordan Eberle taught him.
“You’re so hot.” I breathe out.
He lets out a deep belly laugh at my statement. He looks over at me and gestures to his lap.
“C’mere. Let me teach you something.”
I stroll over to where he is sitting and let him pull me into his lap. He sets the guitar on my thigh and guides my hand to the appropriate position.
I feel his breath hit the exposed skin on my neck as he explains each string, “Ok, so the first string is E. Then it’s A, D, G, B, and then E again.” I test out each string as he says the letter. He gives me a little kiss on my neck and then rests his chin on my shoulder. “Now put your thumb right here… Yeah like that. Ok. Then go ahead and strum. That’s B4.”
I look over my shoulder back at him and give him an excited smile. He grins back at me and I notice his gaze lower to my lips. He closes the gap between us and connects our lips together. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Just as our tongues start to tangle together fighting for dominance, we are interrupted when the door slams open.
Tito comes strolling into the room in search of something. He flinches in surprise when he notices our presence and lets out a startled, “Oh shit.”
He pauses and assesses the situation before blurting, “Wait! Were you guys about to just have sex in my room?!” Tito yelped.
“Well not anymore,” Mat teased.
I let out a little tut and smacked Mat in the chest as he let out a little giggle. He gives me a quick little peck and mumbles softly against my lips “I’m kidding.”
Tito’s face scrunches up in fake disgust and mutters out, “Keep it in your pants Barzy. We don’t need any little ones running around just yet.” He gives me a cheesy little wink and leaves the room.
I roll my eyes and laugh at our friend's behavior.
Mat pats me on my thigh and gives me another little grin.
“Alright. Now let's try the chord G6.”
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Prompt -- 11. Wipes away my tears (w Anthony Beauvillier)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. Managed to get this posted for the bday boy tito!! This also kinda relates to what is happening currently with Beau and his gf. Please please please do not go sending her any kind of hate or violating her privacy, no one deserves that at all! At the end of the day we are all human, and we all feelings, words hurt. Ok anyway...
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Warning(s): self doubt, anxiety, social media toxicity, hateful comments, fluffy ending!
‘Ew, why is he with her?’
‘She’s definitely not his type’
‘He could do so much better’
With every comment I read, another tear escapes. I can’t seem to stop reading them though. Why can’t I stop reading them?
Why are people so mean? How did they even find me?
I posted one photo. One photo where you can’t even see his face, but that doesn’t stop the crazy fangirls. Anthony was worried this would happen. Did he know that people would say I’m not good enough? Does he not think I’m good enough?
That thought causes a whole new onslaught of tears to escape. I finally decided to shut my phone off once it became impossible to even read any more comments with the amount of tears blurring my vision.
As soon as I put my phone down it immediately starts ringing. I quickly wipe my eyes to try and rid the tears so I can see who is calling me. It’s Anthony.
I answer the phone with a short greeting, “Hey, what’s up?” I wince at the obvious crack in my voice, knowing he’ll pick up on it.
“Hey, you alright?” Knew it.
“Yeah, yeah. I was just watching some cute videos of puppies. You know that always gets me!” I lie straight through my teeth.
He chuckles. “Is that your way of subtly hinting that we should get a dog?”
“We? Yo--you would want to get a dog... with me?” I stammered out.
I don’t even hear his answer because I instantly start doubting myself. Why would he want a dog with me? He probably just meant in general.
He notices my silence and clears his throat before continuing, “Uh, so anyway I just wanted to let you know that I’m on my way over. I got some Mexican food from that place you like by mine. Is that good?”
I snap out of my thoughts to stutter out a quick answer, “Ye--yeah that’s fine. See you soon.” Then I hang up before he can say anything else.
I go to my bathroom to try and freshen up so Anthony won’t be able to notice I was crying earlier. I don’t want him worrying about me.
I hear keys jiggling before Tito echoed out, “Y/n?”
I quickly splash some more water on my face before drying it off and making my back out into the living room.
“Hey.” I greet my boyfriend, who's setting out all the food and tupperware on the coffee table.
He looks up at my voice with a bright smile on his face, which immediately turns into a frown upon noticing my face.
“Have you been crying?” He wondered. “What happened? And don’t say it was the video of puppies.” He drawled.
When I don’t give him an answer right away, he slowly approaches me and takes me into his arms before whispering into my hair, “What’s wrong baby?”
At that question, the waterworks return.
“You were right.” I whimpered.
Confused, Anthony pulls me at arms length and tries to look me in the eyes before asking, “What do you mean I was right? About what?”
Ignoring his questions I continue to blubber out, “Why do you even like me? I don’t even look like any of the other hockey girlfriends or WAGS or whatever you call it!!” With tears streaming down my face, my voice gradually gets higher and higher as I continue to spew all my insecurities.
Realization dawns on Anthony’s face and then he cuts me off by shushing, “Hey. Hey stop. I don’t want to hear any of that, okay?”
He cups my face with his calloused hands, forcing me to look at him.
“They’re just jealous, okay? They know nothing about you, about us. Nothing they say is true.I could care less what anyone thinks of us. None of their opinions matter except for ours.”
He pauses to wipe the tears from my cheeks before bringing me into a gentle kiss. Instead of fully pulling away, Anthony pressed his lips to each of my cheeks kissing away the remaining tears.
I wrap my arms around his torso and bring my head to his chest to listen to his heartbeat. I softly murmur against his chest, “God, I really don’t deserve you. You are so amazing.”
Tito makes a little noise of disapproval and asks, “Are you happy with me?”
“Of course I’m happy with you.” This time I’m the one who pulled him at arm's length to stare him directly in the eyes to make sure he believed every word coming out of my mouth.
“Well, you deserve to be happy.” He voiced.
“Are you happy with me?” I counter.
He let out a little scoff before bringing me into another kiss. This one holding a lot more emotion to it. Just as it was starting to grow a little more heated, Anthony pulled his lips only a centimeter away from mine. His breath danced over my lips as he whispered out,
“I’m the happiest I’ve ever been with you.”
xxx
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Prompt-- 8. Sharing a milkshake (w Kevin Hayes)
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Word Count: 1459 (also turned out way longer than I imagined)
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The final buzzer echoed throughout the half full arena, signalling the end of the 2020-2021 Flyers season. I wait a few minutes up in the press box, surrounded by all the other family members and WAGS. We all watch the players give their final appreciations to the loyal fans in the stadium and make their way through the tunnel.
I let out a little sigh when I saw everyone else in the room start making their way out the door and to the locker room. I take one more final moment to take in all my surroundings before we all leave this place for a good few months. I watch the few remaining fans weave their way through the seats, the zambonis making their way onto the ice, and the janitors getting a head start on cleaning.
“Hey a/n, you coming?” Ryanne, one of my closest friends and the captain's wife, asks.
“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” I sheepishly rush out as I rise from my seat to meet her at the doorway. She gives me a knowing smile before leading the way down to the locker room.
When we finally make it down there, a few of the guys have already started making their way out. Claude is one of them, and as he comes over he gives me a half smile trying to put on a brave face. I give him a quick hug and assure him,
“Great season cap.”
“Thanks y/n.” He gives me a genuine smile at that and another pat on the back before making his way over to his family.
I wait patiently for my boy to make his way out, and occasionally give a few of the other guys hugs and reassurances. Finally, I see Kevin walk through the locker room door trailing behind Nolan Patrick, who both make their way over once they spot me in the crowd. Nolan makes his way over to me first and says a quiet “hey” before going in for a much needed hug.
I don’t say much except for the standard, “I’m proud of you”, “you played great,” and give him a few back rubs. But once I see my boyfriend finally make his way over here, I give Nolan one last smile before wrapping my arms around Kevin’s neck and pulling him as close to me as possible. He immediately buries his head into the crook of my neck, where I notice a few wet spots hit my skin. I bring my hand up to tangle in his hair and soothe sweet nothings into his ear to try and calm him down.
“I love you so much Kev. No matter what happens or how the season ended, I am always going to be so incredibly proud of you.” I reassured softly, giving his shoulder a few sporadic kisses.
He eventually pulls away clearing his throat and gives me a gentle smile. He brings me in for a sweet kiss that tells me all I need to know. That he appreciates me and my words, and that he’s going to be okay.
“Hayesy, you two coming out with us?” Scott questions us, giving me a quick smile before bringing his attention back to my boyfriend.
“Nah we’re gonna have to pass on this one, sorry.” He answers, giving me a knowing look.
“No problem. See you soon bud. Bye y/n.” Scott gives Kevin a little pat on the back and me a quick hug and then makes his way out of the arena with his girlfriend and the rest of the group who are going out.
Now Kevin and I have always had a tradition that we started back when he was still playing with the Rangers. After a particularly tough game for Kev, he didn’t want to go out with the team, but he also didn’t want to go back home and sulk. So, on our way home from the game, we ended up coming across this diner. We went in, got some food, talked for hours, and we shared a milkshake. We always share a milkshake. Even though it is not technically on Kevin’s diet plan for hockey, it is a comfort food (and if we’re being honest, I drink more than half of it most of the time anyway) but it always seems to do the trick of making the night a little bit better. Now after games, Kevin just needs to give me one simple look, and I know right away that it’s a diner night.
I grab ahold of Kevin’s hand and wait for him to grab his hockey bag before trekking through the Wells Fargo Center and out to the parking lot. We got lucky that when we moved to Philly, we straight away found a cute little diner like 10 minutes from the stadium. So as soon as Kev’s bags are in the trunk and we are both situated in our seats, I start the engine and make my way towards one of our favorite spots.
Luckily when we arrive, there are barely any other customers so we get seated right away. Our waiter, Sally, waltz’s right over to us with her ever present grin.
“Hey you two. It’s good to see you again!” She greets us. Sally was our waiter the first time that we came here and right away warmed our hearts with her happy go lucky personality and charming presence. And every time we came here again, she always walked straight over to our table to greet us and get our usual order. She has been a huge part of making this place such a great escape.
Kevin’s face brightens up with Sally’s presence and he replies back, “It’s good to see you too Sally. How are the kids?”
“Oh they’re great hun. Thanks for asking.” She beams. “Can I get you guys your usual?”
“Yes please.” I smiled at her. Sally nods back and makes her way into the kitchen to place our order.
I bring my attention back to my boyfriend to find him already with his eyes on me. He intertwined our hands together, and even brought one of them up to his lips to give a little kiss.
“Thank you for being here with me.” He confided.
“Of course Kev. I meant what I said earlier. I am so so proud of you and of everything that you accomplished this season.” I declared back.
Before he could say anything else, Sally arrived back at our table with our order.
“Here you are darlin’s. A chocolate milkshake. With two straws.” She gave me a quick wink before retreating behind the diner counter.
“You know you’re seasons technically over… so we could have both gotten our own milkshakes. I wouldn’t have told anyone.” I tease a little.
Kevin scoffs a little before retorting back, “You’re only saying that because you just want an entire milkshake to yourself.”
I let out a giggle and gave him a shrug before taking the first sip of the chocolate heaven.
“I’m just kidding Kev. I wouldn’t change our tradition for the world.” I genuinely smile back at him.
Kevin is silent for a moment and just continues to stare at me as I [religiously] sip the chocolate milkshake.
“You know I love you right?” Kevin claimed.
I pause mid-sip to look back up at him. My face softens at the fondness I see on his face and I go to give his hand a quick squeeze.
“Of course. I love you too.”
“C'mere.” He smirks at me, beckoning me to meet him halfway across the table. Our lips meet into a passionate kiss that speaks volumes on how we are both feeling at this exact moment. There is absolutely no one else either of us would rather be here with at this moment, in a tiny little diner pouring our hearts out to each other after the Flyers season just ended.
From New York, to Winnipeg, to now Philadelphia. No matter where we both are, as long as we have each other, then that’s all we need. But Sally and this chocolate milkshake are a great bonus.
“Mhm, that’s good.” Kev mumbles against my lips as he pulls away.
I chuckle confusedly and raise my eyebrows up at him before asking, “What, my lips?”
“Nah, the milkshake. You taste like it.”
Now I am full on cackling in this tiny diner, causing every head to turn in our direction. Out of the corner of my eye I see Sally smiling from ear to ear watching us.
I shake my head at my ridiculous boyfriend, who is now practically gulping down sips of the milkshake and I bemusedly reflect,
“God, I love you so much.”
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ok so i got this idea from this tik tok here: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMeEwxw1t/
basically its a list of 14 oddly romantic things that would be super cute to do with someone. im going to be writing 14 different blurbs for each of these scenarios with different players!
edit; i have officially finished all 14 (technically 15) blurbs and added all the links. i had so much fun writing all of these and thank you to everyone who requested a player for the prompts! go give them a read if you haven’t already :)
kissing in the rain — alex turcotte (requested)
zipping/unzipping my dress — matthew tkachuk (requested)
stargazing on top of a car — dylan cozens (requested)
making playlists for each other — joel farabee (i thought this was fitting)
running into each others arms after not seeing them for awhile — miro heiskanen (requested) •• running into each other’s arms after not seeing them for awhile — jonathan toews (requested)
he teaches me something — mat barzal (requested)
cooking for me — jonathan drouin (requested)
sharing a milkshake — kevin hayes (requested)
clasping a necklace for me — jack hughes (requested)
holding my hand while hes in the front seat and im in the back — bowen byram (requested)
wipes away my tears — anthony beauvillier (requested)
waking up early to watch the sunrise — nolan patrick (requested)
racing each other into the water — kirby dach (requested)
bringing me flowers for no reason — wade allison (requested)
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Prompt-- 13. Racing each other into the water (w Kirby Dach)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. We are actually almost done with all of them, I think I have maybe four left? I'm going on vacation in like a week so I'm really trying to get them all done before I leave!
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Word Count: 881
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The rhythmic motion of waves crashing, and the tide edging forward before eventually retreating back, sounded like a soothing lullaby to my ears as I lay still on my beach towel, basking in the summer rays beaming down onto my exposed skin. The smell of the salty air greeted me as I felt the slight calming breeze cool my body for the briefest moment. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of the sunlight hitting my skin while laughter and joyous shrieks filled the silence.
My serenity is broken when a shadow casts over my body, blocking the rays of the sun. I open my eyes once I feel a few droplets of ocean water hit my bare stomach.
“Can I help you?” I raise my eyebrows at my boyfriend, Kirby, who is staring down at me with a mischievous look in his eyes.
“Come in the water with me.” He begged.
“No.” I immediately reply back, closing my eyes again in hopes that he will take my answer.
“Babee.” Kirby whined out. “Why not?”
“I’m tanning.” I stated.
He scoffs before countering, “Hate to break it to you babe, but you don’t tan. I can already see you turning into the color of a lobster.” He teases.
I sit up onto my forearms and open my mouth in mock offense at my boyfriend’s statement. I playfully tossed a handful of sand onto Kirby’s shins, which was a huge mistake on my part… because next thing I know Kirby is tackling me into the sand. I shriek at the feeling of the sand getting all over my body, and once again when Kirby dives into another sneak attack. This time, with my face being the target of Kirby’s sporadic kisses.
“Don’t worry. You're a cute little lobster.” He laughs out, in between kisses.
Now laughing along, I gently push him away while playfully panting out, “Shut up.”
Finally relenting on his attack, he stands up brushing off most of the sand as he does. He reaches his hands out and helps me up into a standing position as well. I work on trying to brush off the sand on my stomach and arms, while Kirby walks around me.
“Here let me help you.” He reaches out and brushes off some sand on my ass before I jump away from his wandering hands.
I let out a breathy laugh whilst stammering out, “Kirby! There are children here!”
He just gives me a cheeky grin in response before leaning in for a quick peck on the lips.
“Now will you go in the water with me?” He begs once more against my lips.
I roll my eyes at my boyfriend’s childish behavior before smirking a little to myself. Before Kirby has a chance to question why I am all the sudden smirking, I (sorta gently) kick the back of his legs causing him to stumble a bit whilst I start running towards the ocean screaming out,
“Race ya!”
“Wha-- you little cheater.” He laughs out, and he begins to race after me.
He catches up to me just as I am about to reach the edge of the water. He wraps his arms around my front and scoops me up. I let out a half shriek/half giggle when my feet lift off of the wet sand. Kirby continues walking deeper into the water until it reaches about his mid-thigh and then launches us both into the freezing ocean.
We both come up for air around the same time. I wipe the water out of my eyes and push my hair out of my face before scrunching my face up at Kirby and splash water at him. He didn’t seem to expect that, and immediately started coughing and spluttering at the water hitting his face. We both take a moment to catch our breath, meeting each other’s eyes. At that, loud booming laughter escapes both of our mouths.
I don’t know how long we stand there in the water just laughing at our goofy selves. We definitely get a few funny looks from a few other people swimming around us, but neither of us seem to care as we enjoy this moment.
Kirby eventually swims the short distance to where I am and wraps his arms around me. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist when he once again lifts me off the ground. He leans in to bring our lips together into a delicate kiss. It doesn’t go farther than a simple swipe of his tongue across my bottom lip, before we are pulling apart, not wanting to make a scene in public. He leaves me with one last peck where he then mumbles across my skin,
“I love you, my little lobster.”
I throw my head back in a groan, which elicits another laugh to come from Kirby.
“You’re so annoying.” I reply back, semi-jokingly. I let out a little shiver once we both settle down, and am able to realize just how cold the water is.
Kirby notices and suggests, “You wanna go back in? You look really cold.”
A smirk once again covers my lips before I splash water into Kirby’s unsuspecting face and start trudging my way through the water,
“Race ya back!” I scream back at him.
He shakes his head with laughter and beamed,
“Oh you’re on!”
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hey for the tiktok prompts, can you do dylan cozens for the stargazing one
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Prompt-- 3. Stargazing on top of a car (w Dylan Cozens)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. I personally love to stargaze so much so I had a lot of fun writing this one!
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Word Count: 1037
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“I’m bored.”
I flip my body around to lay stomach down on top of my boyfriend. Resting my arms on his chest I pout at him and whine out, “What can we do?”
“What’d you mean ‘what can we do?’ Aren’t we doing something right now?” He voiced back, while bringing his hand to rub small circles along my shoulder blade.
I huff. “We have literally been laying on the couch for 3 hours watching reruns of a show that we have both seen multiple times.”
“Yeah, what’s wrong with that?” Dylan smirks down at me.
“It’s boring.” I whine out once again, this time dragging out the ‘g’ to add more emphasis.
Dylan smiles a little at my dramatics. He thinks for a moment before offering out, “Wanna go for a drive?”
I immediately leap off the couch and cheer out, “Yes.”
Going for a late night drive has sort of become one of Dylan and I’s favorite activities to do together. It’s such a simple thing to do, but we both love it and we love just spending that time together enjoying the simple things in life. Most of the time we just listen to our playlist we made for our late night drives with the windows down and the wind blowing through our hair. Other times we get food and park at a nice viewpoint and eat and talk for hours. A few times it may have led to us just making out and moving to the backseat…
Excitedly, I go throw on my sneakers and one of Dylan’s Sabres hoodies. I take a quick peak in the pantry and grab the party-size bag of gummy bears I bought just for this occasion. I walk back to the front entry hall to find Dylan already waiting there with his keys in hand. He laughs when he sees the gigantic bag of gummy bears I have in my hand and reaches out for my other hand before leading us out the door of his apartment and to the parking garage where his car resides.
Usually we never really have a destination in mind and kind of just drive around aimlessly until we find something interesting. But tonight it looks like Dylan has other plans as I watch him type something out into his GPS.
“Where are we going?” I ask curiously.
Doing that hot thing that guys do while backing out, a tiny smirk forms on Dylan’s lips as he replies, “It’s a surprise.”
Feeling a little intrigued, I let him have his fun and don’t pry for more answers. I plug my phone into the aux cord and go straight to our playlist titled ‘late night drives’ while Dylan rolls down all the windows. Once we make it onto the main roads, Dylan moves to only one hand on the steering wheel, while the other migrates to it’s usual spot on my thigh.
We simply bask in each other’s company while softly humming along to the music on the radio (and eating gummy bears).
We are driving for about twenty minutes before Dylan is slowing down and pulling into an empty parking lot near what looks like a lake. Dylan puts the car into park and turns the car's engine off, making me confused. He notices my expression and pats me lightly on the thigh before getting out of the car and making his way over to my side and opening the door for me.
“C’mon.” He takes my hand, helping me out of the car, and walks to the front hood. He grins at my face and gives me a quick little peck and mutters against my lips, “Look up.”
I do as I am told and am immediately greeted with the sight of thousands of shining stars staring back at me. It was overwhelming seeing how many stars were apparent in the night sky, but at the same time I still tried to count every single one of them with a child awed stare. There is something about stars that makes you just want to gaze at every single one of them in awe and wonder. Dylan seemed to notice the awestruck look on my face and smiles proudly to himself, while never taking his eyes off of me.
I feel his heated gaze on me and look over at him with that same gigantic smile still on my face. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re just… amazing.” He grinned.
I’m hoping the darkness of the night hides the immediate blush that coats my cheeks at his words. I then get an idea, so I tug out of Dylan’s hand and boost myself up onto the hood of the car and start climbing my way to the top.
“Wah-- Baby you’re gonna dent the hood of my car.” Dylan whines.
“No I’m not. It’s fine.” I roll my eyes at my pouty boyfriend. I sit down on the very top of the car and look down at Dylan and motion for him to join him. “C’mon. Come up here. And bring the gummy bears!” I add.
He seems a little hesitant to follow my movements, but when he looks up again and notices me giving him the puppy dog eyes, he straight away hops onto the hood, caving in. I make grabby hands at him when he finally makes his way to the top. He chuckles at me and goes to wrap his arms around me as we both move to lay down.
Once again we just bask in the feeling of being in each other’s arms and company while we stare up into the starry night sky. It’s so easy to get caught up in all the mundane problems in life and forget about the simplistic things that can make you happy. There is also something that makes stargazing seem so deeply romantic. Just being able to disconnect from the outside world and realize how little we actually are compared to the thousands of stars and galaxies that surround us. And yet, we managed to find one another, and fall in love.
I snuggle even more into Dylan feeling so content and happy where I am right now and whisper out the words,
“I love you.”
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Hi! Can I request Miro Heiskanen for prompt number five? Please 🥰
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Prompt-- 5. Running into each others arms after not seeing them for awhile (w Miro Heiskanen)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. This is unedited I kinda rushed to post this so sorry for any grammatical mistakes.
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Word Count: 988
Warning(s): a few curse words i think
[(google) translation-- rakkaani: my love// Minä rakastan sinua: I love you]
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can you call me now
I miss your voice
These have been the text messages I have been getting the past few months from my boyfriend Miro Heiskanen. He’s currently back in Finland for the offseason while I have been stuck in Dallas working.
I go to click on his contact and press the call button, only having to hear it ring once before I hear my boyfriend’s tired voice on the other line.
“Hi rakkaani.” His soft voice travels through my ears.
“Ten hours.” I can’t hold back the giant grin overtaking my face. “You couldn’t wait ten hours until you ‘heard my voice?’”
I hear him chuckle softly before he replies back, “We are waiting to board plane. Am too excited.”
My grin softens as I express back, “I’m excited too. I can’t wait to see you.”
“Been too long.” He mutters sadly. “How was work?”
I sigh frustratedly. “The same old shit. Just doing constant busy work and getting berated by my boss for the littlest of things. At least I only have a few more weeks left in my contract, and then I am out of there for good.”
I hear him mutter some things incoherently, hearing some words in English and some in Finnish. He tends to do that a lot when I am around-- since I don’t know much Finnish (he has been teaching me a bunch since we have been dating), he tries to remember to say most things in English, but sometimes he will just forget or doesn’t know the word and will resort back to his native language.
Most of what I can make out of his grumbling is “hate that place” “boss” “dick.”
“Babe. I can’t really understand your half English half Finnish mumbling, especially over the phone.” I cut him off. “It’s okay. All that matters is that we are going to be back in each other’s arms soon.”
He lets out a little sigh when we both hear the intercom in the airport make an announcement.
“Minä rakastan sinua”
“I love you too. Have a safe flight.”
“See you soon rakkaani.”
(...)
My alarm blares annoyingly loud and I almost let out a little grumble until I realize what that alarm means. It’s time for me to go to the airport and pick up my boyfriend who I have not seen in almost two months.
I jump out of bed and scramble to throw on an appropriate outfit other than my sleeping shorts and an oversized t-shirt. I put on a pair of leggings and one of Miro’s hoodies (which isn’t that much of a step up from my previous outfit) before I am out of the door in record time on my way to the airport.
‘just landed’ Is the text I receive as I am pulling into the airport parking lot. I smile to myself feeling giddy and nervous to see the love of my life after almost two months of being apart. I take a quick peek at the rearview mirror and fix any flyaways before making my way over to baggage claim.
Figuring I still have a few minutes until Miro makes his way over, I check over all my social media. I even replied back to one of Roope Hintz’s snapchats where he sent me a picture of him with the caption ‘take care of my boyfriend until I get there ;).’ I chuckle silently to myself while looking up and scanning the area.
I see a crowd making it’s way over to the baggage claim, so I crane my neck in search of Miro.
And just like that our eyes connect, immediately being drawn to each other through the crowd. I let out an excited squeal and start weaving my way through the throng of people.
When he sees me getting closer he drops his carry-on bags onto the ground before meeting me halfway. When we finally reach each other I straight away jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist while his arms go straight to the back of my thighs to support me. I feel him bury his face into my neck where he drops a few kisses here and there while we just hold each other, embracing the feeling of being in each other’s arms again.
I feel a few wet spots on my skin where Miro’s head is and find him crying a little bit. I run my fingers through his hair to soothe him as I feel him breath against my neck, “Never again.”
My legs untangle themselves from around him and find the ground again as we both pull away just for a second to then come back together once more into a kiss. His hands slipped down the smooth curve of my sides to rest on my hips as I rested one of my hands on the back of his neck and the other on his cheek drawing him impossibly closer. This kiss was one way different from any of the others we have shared, and it was definitely not appropriate for an airport. But neither of us seemed to care as we savored the feeling that has been missing for two months. I eventually pull apart our lips in need of some air and when a stand byer scoffs at our very public displays of affection.
Miro doesn’t seem to mind them any attention though as he follows through with a few more pecks before taking my hands and leading me to the baggage claim. We both grab all of his luggage, the smiles never once leaving either of our faces as we then make our way out of the airport.
Miro looks over at me as we are nearing the car and gives me one of the biggest and happiest grins I have ever seen on him. He gives my temple of soft kiss before whispering in my ear,
“Let’s go home rakkaani.”
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kissing in the rain with alex turcotte
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Prompt -- 1. Kissing in the rain (w Alex Turcotte)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. This one was very fun to write!
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Word Count: 977
Warning(s): A curse word maybe I forget, but other than that just super fluffy!
“I have been in Los freaking Angeles for three days, and you have not taken me to the beach once. What’s that all about?” I pointed out to my best friend.
If you couldn’t tell by now, I am currently visiting my best friend Alex in LA this week. We are just your typical best friends who grew next door to each other and literally did everything together. Oh yeah, and I may or may not be in love with him…
I think I realized I was in love with him when he left to go play hockey at the NTDP in Michigan. We went from literally doing everything together, to only being able to communicate through a screen. We still got to see each other in the summers and I did visit once or twice, but it was always bittersweet knowing that I got to see him in person just to then see him leave all over again. It was also hard to not just blurt out how I feel about him every time I saw him in person. That is now my current predicament during this trip. I think I have almost blurted out ‘I love you’ to him like twenty times, and I’ve only been here three days.
I’m snapped out of my thoughts by the sound of Alex chuckling.
“You hate the beach.” He chimed in.
“I hate the sand. And, besides.. I feel like California sand is so much better.” I expressed back.
He sarcastically rolled his eyes at me and replied back, “Alright. Well let’s go now, I think it might rain later.”
“Does it even rain in LA?”
“Oh my god let’s go.”
….
“I felt a raindrop”
I reach over to Alex’s towel and lightly smack him on the arm. “Shut up, no you didn’t”
He gives me a little pout and whines out, “Okay well I’m bored,” drawing out the ‘r’ for more effect.
“We’ve been here for like 15 minutes. I haven’t even gotten through one chapter of my book yet!” I replied incredulously. I decide to flip over onto my stomach to get into a better position to read my book in. Noticing Alex’s silence, I look back over to him to find him already with his eyes on me. I immediately start to blush under his gaze before stammering out,
“Why are you staring at me like that?”
It’s like he snaps out of a trance at my words. He clears his throat before asking, “Can we at least go in the water?” Completely ignoring my question.
“No I wanna at least finish this chap-”
I abruptly stop my sentence when I see Alex jump up and make his way towards me.
“No! No stop, I swear to God Alex.” I warn.
My pleas do nothing to slow him down because next thing I know I’m being thrown over his shoulder.
“Put me down Lex.” I whine.
“Sorry, not gonna happen babe.” I try to ignore the tingly feeling that shoots through my whole body at the nickname he used. Once again I’m taken out of my jumbled thoughts when I feel a drop of wetness hit the back of my thigh. I look up to notice that we are still nowhere near the ocean yet.
“Wait! Wait, wait. I think I felt a raindrop.”
He halts his movements at my words and looks up at the sky. He slowly sets me back onto the ground while mumbling out, “Yeah, I don’t think those dark clouds were there earlier.”
Next thing I knew it was absolutely down pouring.
I let out a little shriek at the unexpected raindrops that first hit my skin. I look up to find Alex smiling at me and I let out a little chuckle.
“Told you.” He gloated, screaming a little to be heard over the loud pouring rain.
I let out another chuckle. I throw my arms up and look up into the sky letting the rain droplets cascade down my face. A smile overtakes my face as the rain cools my body on this warm day. I slowly start spinning around, taking in all my surroundings. I notice the elderly couple who were sitting a few feet away from us huddled under an umbrella (old people are always so prepared); the group of teenagers sprinting into the streets trying to find shelter; and families with children who are running around splashing and having a blast in the rain.
I spin all the way back around to face Alex with a huge grin still overtaking my face. I go to say something but am cut off as Alex blurts out,
“I love you.”
I freeze.
“I love you.” He says much more softly now, making his way over to me. “God, I’ve loved you since we were like fourteen years old. I didn’t want to scare you away or ruin this friendship-- because meeting you has been one of the best things that has happened to me-- but I just can’t hold onto it anymore. I had to let you know how I feel--”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Guess he didn’t need to be told twice because the next second Alex is crashing his lips onto mine. They work in perfect synchrony like we were molded for each other.
I’ve pictured this exact moment happening dozens of times, but nothing would have prepared me for the feeling it gave me. Knowing that Alex had the same feelings for me this entire time was definitely bittersweet, but at that moment I could care less and I savored every second our lips moved as one.
It’s like we were lost in a bubble of time and space, completely forgetting about the heavy waterfalls.
Moving my hands to his neck, I reluctantly break our lips apart and breathed out,
“I love you too.”
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Prompt-- 4. Making playlists for each other (w Joel Farabee)
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“Hey babe?”
“Hm?” I acknowledged my boyfriend, not taking my eyes away from the recipe, to make sure I didn’t forget any ingredients.
“We should make playlists for each other.”
This time, I do take my eyes off of the list to meet my gaze with Joel’s. I raise my eyebrows and give him a confused stare on his sudden suggestion. “Sorry?”
Joel walks to the other side of the island to rest his forearms on the marble countertop. “Playlists. Like I’ll make a playlist of songs that remind me of you and vice versa.” He shyly meets my gaze.
Still a little confused, I question further, “What made you think of this idea?”
He gives me a shrug and goes to steal a piece of the new brownies I just made. I lightly smack his head away which Joel lets out a little whine over.
“I don’t know. I like music. You like music. I thought it would be… cute.” He says the word cute so delicately, like he was embarrassed of even saying it out loud.
“Aw Bee!” I grin at my flustered boyfriend.
He shakes his head, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Damn. I can’t believe I really just said that.”
I throw my head back in laughter and make my way to the other side of the island. I wrap my arms around Joel’s torso before informing him, “Aw I think it’s a great idea bubs.” I pause and directly stare into his eyes with a fake serious look and continue, “But I swear, there better not be all rap music on mine.”
He scoffs and jokingly pushes me away. “Yeah and yours better not be just all Taylor Swift and country love songs.”
“I can’t help that I’m a hopeless romantic!”
Joel laughs and brings me back into my arms, giving my cheek a big smooch. I giggle when he continues to give my cheek sloppy little kisses that tickle.
“I’m definitely adding ‘Thot Shit’ to your playlist.” He murmurs into my ear.
My giggles soon turn into a full on belly laugh as I push Joel’s face away and go back to finishing up my brownies I was making earlier. He gives my ass a smack as I walk away and throws me a wink when I turn back to him with an incredulous look. I roll my eyes at my boyfriend and mumble out, “You’re insufferable.”
Joel wiggles his eyebrows at me as he walks backwards out of the kitchen. “You’re so in love with me.” He claims, right before he disappears out of my line of sight.
I smile to myself as I remove the brownies from the pan and onto the cooling rack.
“That I am.” I whisper to myself.
(...)
Over the next few days Joel and I are constantly adding songs to each other’s playlists. Whether it be songs that remind us of each other, or songs that spark happy memories between us-- or in one case where Joel and I were strolling through a park one day and I commented on the pretty sunflowers we saw; and Joel immediately went and added the song ‘Sunflower’ by Post Malone & Swae Lee. We both ended up taking this very seriously, and eventually it sort of became a game to see who can impress the other more.
“Joel. Did you really add ‘Hips don't lie’?”
I hear my boyfriend snort from the other room. “Sorry babe, I couldn’t resist.”
I shake my head at his antics and decide to go join him on the couch. He maneuvers himself on the couch so that there is room for me to lay as the little spoon against his body. Joel wraps his arms around me to pull me as close as possible. He buries his head into my neck, leaving feather light kisses there.
“You can delete it off of there. I was only joking.” He mumbles into my hair.
I crane my neck a little to be able to look up at Joel and exclaim, “So you don’t really think my hips are sexy?”
He almost looks offended at my question and tuts back, “Babe. I think everything about you is sexy.”
I smile, content with his answer and lean in to give him a peck on his lips. He whines a little when he realizes he’s only getting a peck and tries to follow after my retreating lips, but I voice out instead, “You know making playlists for each other was actually a great idea. I had fun doing it.”
“Me too.” He gives me one of his real smiles that I absolutely love so much. “I love you.”
“I love you too Bee.” Leaning in once again, this time I give him a real kiss. He makes a noise of approval that rumbles through my whole body. Catching me off guard, Joel is able to then slip his tongue inside my mouth, deepening the kiss.
Before it can get too heated, I reluctantly pull away to catch my breath. I see a little smirk forming on Joel’s face as his eyes keep switching between meeting my gaze and staring at my lips.
“Still think I’m insufferable?” He smirked, referencing my comment from earlier in the week. I playfully roll my eyes at my boyfriend and turn my body fully around again to face the TV.
“Yup.”
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Prompt-- 5. Running into each other's arms after not seeing them for awhile (w Jonathan Toews)
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Word Count: 1345 (these have been so long lately idk whats going on)
Warning(s): mentions of his illness(?), but other than that i dont think any!
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The sound of my phone’s ringtone awakens me from my deep slumber. It takes me a few moments to come to my senses and to rub the sleep out of my eyes, and once I am able to recognize my surroundings, I realize that I am once again waking up to a cold and empty apartment. It’s been the same feeling for almost the past four months.
Like usual, after last year’s NHL season ended, Jonathan and I went back to Winnipeg to spend our summers there in his hometown with family and friends. But this time, when I went back to Chicago for work in mid September, Jon did not come back with me.
During December, he started to experience these symptoms that left him feeling drained and lethargic. So, after seeing multiple doctors, Jon thought it was best to stay back at home to try and better understand his condition and get his health back on track.
Unfortunately, my job as a teacher was still in Chicago and needed me back right away, thus preventing me from staying in Winnipeg with Jonathan during this difficult time for him. It was definitely hard on our relationship being so far from each other, especially since Jon was sick and I couldn’t be there for him. But, we talked everyday and we both are very comfortable in where we are in our relationship, so we made it work.
So far, Jon does not know much on when he will be back in Chicago, and right now it is starting to seem like the next time I’ll be able to see him is when the school year is over and I am able to go back to his hometown.
I am brought out of my jumbled thoughts when my ringtone goes off once more signaling I have a text notification. I reach over to my bedside table to retrieve my phone off of the charger.
‘Good morning, beautiful.’
‘Hope you have a great day, say hi to all your kids for me.’
‘Love and miss you.’
I let out a sigh and go to wipe off the few tears that I feel running down my cheeks. Coming up on that four month mark has been extra hard lately. I miss waking up to his lazy morning kisses along my back. I miss the way we move in perfect harmony when we are doing our morning routines in the bathroom. I miss his goodbye kiss he gives me every day before going to practice. I miss everything about him. I also feel like such a bad girlfriend not being able to be there in support and to take care of him when he has been dealing with such a scary and unknown illness.
I wipe off the few remaining tears lingering on my cheeks and go to text back my boyfriend.
‘Love and miss you too! I’ll call you on my lunch break xx.’
I go to get ready for my day since I have to be at the school by 8:00 AM and it is already nearing 7:15. I take a quick shower and quickly blow dry my hair. I make a quick pitstop to check my phone and find another message from Jon.
‘Sorry baby, I think I have a doctor’s appointment during your lunch break.’
‘I’ll talk to you later, love you.’
I frown a little at his message. First, I worry that he has another doctor’s appointment-- since last time I heard, he was getting better; and I also frown at the idea of having to wait all day until I can hear his voice.
Today’s gonna be a long day…
(...)
Today was a long day.
First, I forgot to bring in the worksheets I printed out last night for my lesson plan so I had to switch everything around. Then, one of my students scraped their knee during recess so I had to take care of them and bring them to the nurse’s office, thus making me miss out on my lunch break (where I wouldn’t have been able to even talk to Jon anyway). And now, I am putting bandages on the back of my heels where my wedges gave me blisters. For some reason, I thought it would be a good idea to look cute today instead of being practical since I walk around and stand all day long.
My students were just dismissed, so I am currently just organizing everything that I’ll need to have ready for tomorrow. Once I finish up, I gather all my belongings and start making my way out of the classroom. I make sure to say good night to my favorite security guard before trekking to the parking lot.
When I make it out of the school building, I immediately go to take off my wedges. As I look back up in search of my car, I stop dead in my tracks.
Standing in front of my car, with my favorite flowers in his hand, is Jonathan.
Everything that was once in my hands has now clattered to the ground as my hands instinctively move to cover my mouth in both shock and excitement. Tears start to gather in my eyes as Jonathan gives me a huge smile.
Once the initial shock wears off and I realize it is actually my Jonathan standing right before me in person, I let out a little squeal and start jogging over to him. He sets the flowers on the hood of my car as I get closer and opens his arms to welcome my body.
He stumbles back a little when I jump into his arms, but he quickly recovers with a breathy laugh and by tightening his arms even more around my torso. As his arms wrapped around me, tears flowed freely.
“Oh my god. You’re really here.” I cried out, clinging onto him in fear that this was all a dream and he would soon disappear.
“I’m here baby. I’m right here.” He soothed into my ear, running his fingers through my hair.
At this point I felt like I was just uncontrollably sobbing. All the pain and loneliness of being apart, and the stress of not fully knowing how he was feeling and doing-- all of it is over now.
“Hey, y/n-- baby, please stop crying.” He shushed into my ear, trying to calm me down.
“I missed you so much.” I hiccup out. I pull away a little from his embrace to instead cup my hands around his neck to get a good look at him. “You look so good.”
Before I can ramble even more, Jonathan leans in and kisses me. Our bodies pressed together and our lips molded as though we were never apart. His lips were softer than I remember and tasted sweet against my own. I could feel his breath tickle beneath my nose as my left hand moved from his neck to his head to card my fingers through his hair.
It eventually started to grow sloppy as both of us could not contain our smiles any longer. I let out a little giggle when our teeth clack once more which prompts us to break apart from each other-- but not before Jonathan gives my nose one last peck.
“I love you so much.” I breathed out.
“I love you too.” He beamed back. “Let’s go pick up all your stuff in the middle of the road, eh.”
I look back at my belongings, totally forgetting that I dropped everything when I first saw Jonathan. We both make our way over there and gather all my stuff up before making our way back to my car.
Jonathan’s hands card through mine, giving it a little squeeze before mumbling out,
“It’s good to be back home.”
I smile but raise my eyebrows just a little up at him and ask, “I’m glad you are too, but isn’t Winnipeg technically you’re home?”
He gives me one last little peck before murmuring against my lips,
“Wherever you are is my home.”
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Idk if you would write for him, but that last prompt, the flower one screams Wade Allison to me
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Prompt -- 14. Bringing me flowers for no reason (w Wade Allison)
A/N: Here's another blurb from the 14 oddly romantic things blurb set. This one was literally so cute to write!!
Thanks for requesting this, hope you like it :)
Word Count: 768
Warning(s): stress (mainly about school), anxiety?, but other than that super fluffy as usual
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Finals week was coming up. The past two days have consisted of the following three things; making flash cards/study guides, studying, and stressing out about not being prepared enough. My life has just been a constant loop of hand cramps, headaches, and stress. My friends have told me that I tend to immerse myself into unhealthy habits when I get stressed out about exams or school in general. All I know is I need to pass these exams to get good grades and to be able to graduate so I can get a steady job and income to support myself. If I don’t see my friends or boyfriend for a few days while I study, or if I have a few sleepless nights, it won’t be the end of the world as long as I get everything done and pass these exams.
I know I have a ton of missed calls and messages from my friends and my boyfriend worrying about me, but I ignore them as I continue reviewing some chapter notes. Now that I think about it, the last time I even checked my phone was to check the time-- which was around 4 a.m., and it’s light out now, so I’m guessing I studied through the night again.
I throw my hair up into a messy bun and then rub at my eye that begins to twitch. I go to take a sip of my [fourth] coffee when I hear keys jingling in my door. I take a quick peek at the opening door to find my boyfriend Wade walking in. I give him a quick close lipped smile while mumbling out a barely coherent, “Hey,” and then bring my attention back to my study notes.
I hear a faint “Jesus a/n,” come from Wade before he disappears out of my peripheral vision.
A few minutes have passed of complete silence, so I look up in search of where my boyfriend went.
“Wade?” I called out.
“Yeah. I’m in the kitchen.” He responds back.
I find my coffee mug almost empty, so I decide to head into the kitchen to get a refill and see what Wade is up to.
I stop dead in my tracks and my heart bursts with love at the sight in front of me. Wade is standing in front of the kitchen island holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand and my favorite takeout all laid out on the counter next to him. He gives me a cheesy little grin that makes my heart soar even more.
“What’s all this for?” I beamed.
I see his cheeks turn the lightest shade of pink as a blush forms as he scratches the base of his neck. “Uh,” He stutters out before clearing his throat and continuing with much more conviction now, “You’ve been working really hard these past few days with your finals upcoming. And I know sometimes you can push yourself a little too hard and not even realize it… So I figured I would come over and try to take your mind off of everything for a little while.” His blush returns once more when he goes to add, “Oh.. and these flowers reminded me of you so I got them.. For you.”
Tears start to spring into the corners of my eyes at the thoughtfulness of this incredible man standing in front of me that I get to call my boyfriend.
He grows alarmed when he sees my tears and stammers out, “Oh, oh no don’t cry! Did I offend you? Do you not like the flowers?”
I let out a teary chuckle before responding, “No, these are happy tears.” I make my way over to him and immediately bring him into my arms. “And, I love the flowers. You don’t understand how much I needed this.”
I lift my head off of his chest and stare up into his eyes. I go on my tippy toes and pucker my lips to let him know what want. He responds by meeting my lips halfway into a short and sweet kiss. “Thank you,” I murmured. Another kiss. “I love you.”
He gives me one last kiss on my forehead before replying back, “I love you too.” He pulls away and gently nudges me toward the doorway.
“Alright, now go take a shower before you give Oscar the Grouch a run for his money.” He teases.
I playfully scoff before making my way out of the kitchen. I stop in the doorway and look back at Wade batting my eyelashes at him and ask, “Are you joining me?”
He grins back, “Oh, say less.”
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