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good luck wyatt blurb: cuddling together after a hard game and a long day at work?
you were halfway asleep by the time wyatt officially came home from the stars’s 6-1 loss. some losses hit harder than others; this was one of them.
you heard wyatt shuffle around as quietly as he could while changing and putting his bags away.
“y/n? are you asleep?” he whispered. you groaned into a pillow as a response. wyatt breathed out a laugh, “tough day?”
“all of my coworkers are incompetent and the one person i tolerated quit today,” you told him. “and then your game happened and i knew you were gonna feel bad so let’s just cuddle.”
wyatt climbed into bed and held his arms open for you to cuddle him however you wanted. you put one arm under him, and the other laid across his stomach. your head rested on his chest, allowing you to feel his heartbeat.
“i love you,” you whispered.
“i love you, too,” wyatt said back, kissing the top of your head after. “now get some sleep.”
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Would It Be Enough?
Knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen.
part of my Valentine's Day prompts
requested by anon | word count: 0.7k | warnings: none!
Dating a professional athlete came with its own unique set of struggles on top of all the other traditional conflicts. You knew that and you agreed to deal with them when you agreed to date Roope Hintz. The conflicts, the hurdles – they all came and you faced them together.
And it worked. It had been working for months now. You two made it work.
However, the only thing that you still hadn’t completely overcome… was the distance. Not the physical distance, like when he was in New York and you were in Texas. It was the distance between the two of you even when you both were in the same city. His career demanded so much of his time and it made you sad that the everyday intimacy that most couples experiences was a rarity.
You wished that the two of you could have casual nights out with no curfew. You wished that he would be able to attend your friend’s parties with you. But more than anything, you wished that you could wake up in the morning with him by your side.
To see the dawning sunlight fall across his skin, to see his blonde hair lit up to the palest of yellows, to watch his bright blue eyes open…
When you had the chance to experience those mornings, they were some of the most magical moments in your relationship. But they were few and far between. Roope would be up and gone, off to morning skate before you even roused from your slumber.
You mentioned your desires to have more of those type of slow mornings with him off-handedly one night. The words were followed by a quick reassurance to Roope that you didn’t hold any resentment towards him. You knew what you signed up for. It was just a wish.
But whenever you wake up to find an empty bed, like you did this morning – the ache in your heart remained.
A sigh escapes your chest as you burrow into the covers for a moment longer. You breathe in, trying to absorb the lingering warmth and scent of Roope that the sheets had trapped beneath them. Another deep breath, another few seconds of holding off the inevitable until you reluctantly throw the sheets off your body. You roll out of the bed, stretching before making your way out of the bedroom.
You walk down to the kitchen, ready to make your daily breakfast, but when you turn the corner, the sight of your insulated to-go cup sitting in the middle of the counter stops you in your tracks.
It was supposed to be in the cupboard. You were certain that you had put it away the night before. It isn’t until your groggy brain registers the white paper bag next to the cup. You walk closer until you are close enough to see the logo of your favorite café emblazoned on the side of the bag.
The piece of paper from your stationary resting on the marble island is the last thing that you notice. You pick up the decorated paper, your eyes dancing over a messy scrawl that you recognize instantly to be Roope’s. You read over the message, your heart softening at every sentence.
Kultaseni [sweetheart], I know that you wish we could have more mornings together. But I want you to know that even though I’m not always the first person you see when you wake up, I hope I’m the first person on your mind. Because you are on mine constantly. I’m sorry being with me isn’t normal. I hope this is enough.
His note makes tears appear in your eyes and you place the paper back down. Your hands eagerly reach towards the paper bag, opening it to find your go-to snack nestled in the bottom. And when you take a sip from your insulated cup, the flavor of your favorite drink dances over your tastebuds.
To anyone else, from the outside looking in, the action may not have seemed like much. But for you, it was enough. It was more than enough.
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miro, max, and leo !
max heiskanen | age 6 | always suffering from his brother’s silly actions
leo heiskanen | age 8 | always getting both of them in trouble
#thinking abt doing a small pet portrait series :3#but ofc i had to start with these 3#(forgive any weird colors we had to convert from cmyk to rgb. iykyk)#blurb is from the pet calendar!!! enchoy!!!#miro heiskanen#dallas stars#art stuff
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missed you
May 18, 2022
Livia rubbed her eyes leaning her head off the glass of the plane window. She was heading back home after the Stars had gotten out of the playoffs during game seven.
She was excited to be home and she did just get to see her parents and brother as they came out to see a few of her playoffs games but she was most exicted to see her best friend Wyatt, as she hasn’t seen him since she played in Toronto in March but that was the only time she saw him since she left for Dallas in September. It’s the longest they have ever went of not seeing each other.
Livia had seen Luke in January when she played the red wings but she only saw him that once since August.
Livia also hasn’t seen her two best friends together and the three all being together in a long time and she truly misses the days she saw them everyday and spent all day together, she misses her boys and facetime can only do so much.
Livia stood up as the plane as landed and threw on her back pack and purse and grabbed her suitcase from the overhead and walked down the aisle of the plane.
She had a hoodie on and a hat so no one was recognizing her, while she does love the fans but she’s not the biggest social person so it’s not something she loves all the time.
Livia walked through the airport and to the pick up lot where her parents told her they would be. She looked over and her mouth dropped in shock as she realized they weren’t here to pick her up but Wyatt was.
“Livy!” Wyatt grinned widely seeing his best friend and the girl he’s been in love with since the first day of kindergarten.
Livia let out a giggle and hurried over to him she dropped her suitcase handle and quickly wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. Wyatt’s hands automatically wrapped around her and spun them around both of them laughing happily.
Wyatt gently set her back down on the floor and she looked up through her lashes and Wyatt was just in awe, he has always known she’s absolutely beautiful but she seems to get more beautiful every time he sees her.
“Hi.” Livia beamed at her best happily, her nose scrunching from her smile being so wide.
“Hi.” Wyatt happily chuckled out just staring at her with a large smile.
Wyatt gently pulled her into another hug, “I missed you Livy.” Wyatt whispered softly resting his chin on her shoulder and closing his eyes.
Wyatt hated this season and hated playing hockey with out his best friend and it was so odd to play on not be on the ice with Livia, he couldn’t wait till he joined her in Dallas and they get to play together again.
“I missed you too.” Livia softly whispered back, She had missed Luke terribly when he moved away and stopped playing with Wyatt and her but not playing with Wyatt was like playing with out a hand and she hated how there was always a void where she wanted Wyatt to be, she didn’t understand why she misses Wyatt more than she does Luke.
“Come on, let’s get you home Livy.” Wyatt smile couldn’t have left his face since he saw her. He threw his arm around her shoulder and grabbed her suitcase. Livia smiled happily leaned her head on his shoulder as they walked and Wyatt leaned down pressing a soft kiss of the top of her head that’s covered from her hoodie.
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This is such a random player, but he's a golden retriever and no one writes for him, so could you do something cute with Jake Oettinger? 💕
my golden retriever || jo29
summary: Jake had brought you to a Stars event, however, he didn't expect to get separated from you. While he as running around looking for you, you realize he is really a golden retriever boyfriend.
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You stood near the bar at the event talking to one of the fellow wags, carmen.
You had strayed off from Jake earlier as he was talking to a few of his teammates.
"So how have you been, feel like we haven't talked since the last season game!" Carmen spoke enthusiastically.
"I've been great! Jake and I officially moved in together," You smiled, however you were quickly distracted by Jake walking around looking for you.
You watched as he confusedly searched the entire hall looking for you, you laughed at his antics. You watched as he pulled out his phone most likely sending you a text.
You pointed it out to Carmen who laughed along with you. At the sound of your laugh Jake's eyes bolted in your direction, as he smiled walking over to you, Carmen went back over to her boyfriend. Leaving you and Jake.
He smiled as his hand snaked it's way around you waist.
You laughed, "You really are a golden retriever boyfriend."
"Is that a bad thing?" He asked, goofily smiling down at you.
"not at all baby, not at all," You smiled, leaning up to place a kiss on his lips.
#jake oettinger#jake oettinger fic#jake oettinger blurb#jake oettinger x reader#jake oettinger x y/n#jake oettinger fanfic#dallas stars#stars fic
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like you were my closest friend - tyler seguin
pairing: tyler seguin x original female character
warnings: swearing, some angst, mostly fluff
word count: 4.1k
based on: "maroon" by taylor swift, title from that song as well
author's note: okay this isn't my favorite one because i think it's a bit rushed, but i thought i'd put it out anyways. would very much like to emphasize that this is fictional and i'm rooting for segs and his hot wife!! im a sucker for right person wrong time vibes and shit happening at weddings so here's a combo of that! also maroon is so seggy coded and you can't tell me otherwise
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Carmen Valez was 19 and stupid when she first met Tyler Seguin.
Working at a tattoo shop to make extra money while trying to put herself through college, she was cleaning up from her boss’s last scheduled appointment of the night when in came a group of rowdy guys. It wasn’t the first time a group of drunk guys came in looking for a tattoo. She had listened as her boss Ken came out and did his spiel and she heard laughter and some agreements so they couldn’t have been that drunk because her boss would’ve put up more of a fight.
When she first saw Tyler, she recognized him immediately. Growing up in Boston in a family of hockey lovers, how could she not recognize the rookie who had just won the Stanley Cup? As she turned the corner even more, she saw Brad Marchand and all she could think about was that she couldn't wait to tell her brothers and dad about this.
Ken introduced her to the guys and asked her if she could set up some things. She waved in greeting and nodded, going in the back to gather the supplies needed. She tried to stifle a yawn as she re-sterilized the needles, but it didn’t work.
“Long night?”
She whipped around to see Tyler peeking in behind a curtain. “Are you looking for something?”
“The bathroom. But I think I found something much better.”
She couldn’t help but roll her eyes, “Go to the end of the hall and it’s on your right.”
“Thanks,” he tilted his head to the side. “Are you the one who drew those flower designs that are hanging up in the hall?”
“I am. Ken asked me to draw some things so the shop wasn’t only filled with his designs.”
“You tattoo as well?”
“Oh, no way. That’s all Ken.” She shrugged. “I’ve designed some, but never physically tattooed them on someone. My hands are too shaky.”
“They’re beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
He hummed and then went on his way to the bathroom as she finished gathering the supplies and went outside with them.
Ken became the guy Tyler kept coming back to for his tattoos so she got to know him and despite his reputation as a partier and womanizer, she found him endearing, often making conversation with him during his longer sessions while Ken was working on him on the table and she was doing schoolwork or doodling in the front.
It was a weird friendship because Tyler was rarely stationary in Boston and Carmen was attending Northeastern University and they really didn’t mix in any of the same circles but they kept coming back to each other. Their friendship developed to the point where he would come by on his nights off to her off-campus apartment with takeout and they would flick on a movie. He told her about his insecurities of having such a fantastic rookie year and then never amounting to anything else and she told him about her confusions of what she actually wanted to do with her communications degree. He talked about how hooking up with girls was easier than seeing if someone was only using him for his image and she talked about her view on relationships and how long distance never works.
He would invite her to games and she’d come along sometimes, dragging her best friend along with her to TD Garden. She knew all about his lifestyle and how he’d hook up with girls left and right but when she was with him, she always only saw a 20 something year old boy who was thrust into stardom really quickly and who was fucking up like anybody else his age but being overly criticized for it because of his job. She didn’t really see him as anything more than a friend, truly. She could admit easily that he was objectively attractive and probably too charming for his own good, but she saw him as one of her dearest friends more than anything.
(Even if she had the slightest feeling that she wanted to be more during those years, heart fluttering when he texted her to make sure she got home safe after late nights or winking at her and throwing her a puck at one of his games, causing her to grin like a middle school girl with a crush, she always pushed it away)
So when she was in the Cape celebrating the Fourth and news broke out that the Bruins had traded him to Dallas, she felt her heart drop. She ventured to a quieter area away from the celebrations and dialed his number. She wasn’t sure if he’d want to talk, but she couldn’t not call him to see if he was okay.
From the sniffling on his end, despite what he said, she knew he wasn’t okay, and told him that when she was back in the city, she’d come around to his place with food, wine and hugs.
The next week, when he opened the door, she dropped everything and just embraced him, holding him for several minutes as she tried to keep her tears in. She pulled away and just apologized for bringing some cheap rose that her roommate left at her apartment a couple of months ago instead of an actual nice bottle and he just laughed. She set up food from their favorite takeout place and they automatically went through all of these motions but with a sad feeling in the air. This night was going to be the last one of these, before he went back home the following weekend to Canada to spend the rest of his off season there and then head to Dallas. His apartment was already bare, having gotten started on moving out as soon as he had gotten the call.
She tried so, so hard not to cry as they put on Great British Bake Off and talked and somehow they started reflecting on numerous random moments and memories they had shared the last three years and they were both laughing as he complained about her almost spilling her wine like usual and she just threw her napkin at him. For the first time, he’s the one who splashed his wine on her t-shirt and he hiccuped and apologized and offered a shirt for her to change into and she waved him off, a blush on her cheeks either from the alcohol or from his proximity or both.
At one point, they ended up on the floor cuddling with his dogs and he asked how they even ended up there and she snorted, referencing the two bottles of rose they had downed and he had snorted and flashed her a stunning smile and her heart cracked a bit more.
They were both dozing off on the couch — his arm thrown over her as she cuddled into his chest because they both had always been touchy when they were drunk — when he said something that would forever plague her memory.
“I should’ve asked you to be mine.”
She blinked and shot up, looking down at him. “What?”
“I-I should’ve just asked you on a date. You could’ve been mine this whole time.”
“Tyler. You can’t say shit like that if you don’t mean it.”
“What makes you think I don’t mean it, Car?” He shot back, sitting up. “I know I’m drunk and I know I’m about to leave this city and maybe never see you again but of course I mean it.”
She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears fell. “Tyler.”
“I don’t regret a single moment of our friendship. I just regret that I never told you how I felt until it was too late.”
“You’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Stop trying to discount my words because I’m drunk,” he said sternly. “I love you as a friend, of course, but I-I love you as more too. For awhile now, I think. And it’s okay if you don’t feel the same and again, I’m the dumbest guy alive for bringing this up tonight of all nights but I just…I had to tell you before I left.”
She put her head in her heads and started crying softly. “I love you too,” she admitted through her tears. “I-I just never said anything because I didn’t think you were looking for more. Jesus, I literally know two of the girls you’ve hooked up with the past year. Do you know how annoying and gross it is to hear about your performance in bed while I’m trying to cram last minute for an exam?”
He chuckled and she looked at him again and saw that there were tears running down his cheeks as well. “We’re both stupid, aren’t we?”
“We are.”
He looked up at the ceiling with quivering lips. “I’m not going to ask you for more, no matter how much I want to.”
She nodded vehemently and cupped his face with both her hands, wanting so bad to kiss his lips and using every part of her strength not to. “You’re going to be amazing in Dallas.” She brushed a falling tear and tried to give him a reassuring smile as his top lip quivered. “You’re going to become a lover of the heat and look amazing in green and start liking country music and I’m going to make fun of you for all of it.”
“But you’re not gonna be there.”
She swallowed with a small shrug. “Who knows? Maybe a job in Dallas will open up after I graduate.”
“You wouldn’t take it. I wouldn’t let you. Your heart belongs to the Northeast.”
“You’re not the boss of me,” she weakly protested, slapping his arm and making him chuckle.
But he was right. And she hated that he was right.
She watched his eyes flit to her lips and she hoped that he was also fighting the urge as he placed a kiss on her forehead, which somehow was probably worse than if he had just kissed her.
“I’m going to miss you so much.” He said, voice cracking at the edges.
She squeezed her eyes shut, not being able to say it back because she didn’t want to completely break down. “Let’s get some sleep.”
That last night, they fell asleep on the couch like they had done numerous times before and he sent her off in the morning like he had done numerous times before, except this time she held onto him as tight as she could. Maybe if she kept hugging him, he wouldn’t have to go.
But he had to. And he did.
Carmen Valez was 22 when she saw Tyler Seguin again.
After graduation, she had gotten a job in New York, and he was in town playing the Rangers. They had gone out to dinner and then to a bar for drinks and things fell back into place as they leaned in close to each other the whole night and she kissed him, bringing him back to her apartment. She woke up with marks on her collarbone and memories of his lips all over her body and cursed herself as she watched him peacefully sleep next to her because she was still in love with him.
He had woken up with a soft but sad smile. “Has your view on long distance relationships changed?”
She bit her lip, shaking her head. “I’m sorry.”
He swallowed. “Don’t be. It’s not your fault you’re the easiest person to fall in love with. Can I ask one thing though?”
“Of course.”
“If your view does change, give me a call?”
“Tyler-”
“I’m serious. Whether it’s 10 days or 10 years from now, call me.”
A tear had slipped out from her eyes when he pulled her into his chest, placing a kiss on her forehead.
Carmen Valez was 27 when she realized her view on long distance changed. And the first person she thought of was Tyler Seguin.
They had kept in touch very sporadically throughout the years over text and had tried to meet up everytime he came to New York to play, but the contact became less and less as the years went on. She tried to pretend it didn’t hurt. She had no right to be hurt. He could live his life however he wanted.
She was going down to Dallas for one of her coworker’s weddings and was tempted to call Tyler to see if he was around — for the first time, she’d be where he was instead of the other way around — but she didn’t bother because it was the off season and she figured he was home in Canada.
As she walked into the venue, she was shocked to see Tyler speaking to the bride’s grandma. She couldn’t help but smile at how gentle he was, soft smile on his face as he tucked the grandma’s hand into the crook of his elbow while leading her to her seat. He looked so handsome in his gray suit.
Gosh, he’s changed since they met in that tattoo parlor in Boston. They both have. But something about his smile makes her realize that almost nothing has changed at all.
When he sees her, she swears he lights up and her stomach flutters. She notices quickly that he’s a groomsman, if his matching suit with a couple of the other ushers indicates anything. He strolls up to her with his signature charming smile and she can’t help but roll her eyes.
“Funny seeing you here.”
She scoffs, before stepping forward and hugging him tightly. “Hey Ty.”
“Hi Car.” He turns to her coworker with a stunning smile. “And hello Car’s friend. I’m Tyler. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too. I’m Samantha. How do you two know each other?”
She exchanges a look with him, because it’s a long story. But she settles with, “Ran into him when he played in Boston and I went to college there, and he didn’t leave me alone.” The three of them laugh.
“I’m assuming you both are here for the bride?”
“We are.”
He offers an arm to the both of them. “Follow me, ladies.” Carmen can tell Samantha is charmed as she rolls her eyes but grabs the crook of his elbow anyways.
After he escorts them to their seats, he has to bolt and just bids them farewell with a kiss on Carmen’s cheek and a promise to save her a dance later before ducking out of the church, presumably to help out with some behind the scenes stuff.
As soon as he’s out of earshot, Samantha gives her a skeptical look. “We’ve been working together for two years and you failed to tell me that you know Tyler Seguin? You know I grew up a Stars fan.”
“It’s never come up.”
“Fair.” She blinks, looking for something in her coworker’s face. “You love him, don’t you?”
“What? No, of course-”
“Nice try. If your heart eyes hadn’t given you away, it was your response just now. You’ve always been a bad liar. What’s the story between you two?”
She sighs, staring at the front of the church at nothing in particular. “We met when I worked at a tattoo parlor in college and he came in and we became really good friends. He got traded to Dallas and then told me loved me on his last night in the city. Knew I didn’t believe in long distance at the time so didn’t ask for more. We slept together around a year later. My stance on long distance hadn’t changed. We’ve seen each other sporadically when I’m free and he’s in New York for a game, but not much recently.”
Samantha whistles. “Sounds like a lot.”
Carmen just snorts. She has no idea.
“So you still love him.”
Carmen just sighs.
“I think he still might love you too.”
Carmen snorts, smoothing down her dress. “How could you possibly know that? You met him for maybe two minutes.”
“Maybe it’s the fact that we’re at a wedding and this could be a scene from a Hallmark movie, but I’m also pretty sure he also had heart eyes when he saw you.”
Carmen just hums, and Samantha drops it, as they shift to other safer topics.
The ceremony is stunning and the bride is gorgeous and the groom is beaming, yet besides when the bride walked down the aisle, she can’t tear her eyes away from Tyler, standing at the front with a constant happy look on his face. As he walked down with an accompanying bridesmaid on his arm, he caught her eye and shot her a sly wink and she knows she blushed and she didn’t even try to hide it.
The next time she caught him was well into the reception, after dinner had been eaten and the dance floor was starting to open up. She had just finished her drink before she felt a tap on her shoulder, looking up to see Tyler with an outstretched hand.
“Dance with me?”
Without giving a verbal answer, she takes his hand and lets him lead her to the dance floor. She wraps her arms around his neck as his hands settle on her waist.
“You didn’t reach out to tell me you were gonna be in town.”
“I figured you’d be in Canada for the off-season.”
He hums, but he doesn’t buy the excuse. To be fair, she doesn’t either. “It’s really good to see you, Car.” He says, and she might be imagining him pulling her closer. “You look beautiful.”
“So do you.”
He smirks and she feels like she’s 19 again. “I look beautiful?”
She rolls her eyes. “You do.” She says softly. “How have you been?”
And then they start catching up, and it’s so damn easy, as the conversation flows from hockey to her advertising job to their memories in Boston to their mutual friends who just got married to their families and it feels like he’s still on the Bruins and she’s still at Northeastern. At some point, they migrate from the dance floor to the empty-ish open bar and they’re still talking and she realizes how much she’s missed having him in his life.
When she voices that out loud, his beaming smile dims the slightest. “God, I’ve missed you so much. Is this what I’ve been missing out on?”
“Don’t even start, Seguin.”
“What?”
“Blaming yourself or whatever you’re about to do. If we’re gonna blame someone, it’s all on me.”
Their first seconds of silence fall between them. “How has that been, by the way? You got a lucky guy back in New York waiting for you?”
She snorts. “Absolutely not. You? I hope I didn’t steal you away from a date or something.”
“Nah. No one for me.”
“Not at all?”
“None who have meant as much to me as you.”
She feels like her heart’s been sucker punched. Typical Tyler Seguin. Always going in for the kill.
She switches topics. “I-I watched your Stanley Cup playoff run. You played really well. I’m sorry it wasn’t the result you guys wanted.”
“You watch my games?”
She swallows. Busted. “I try to whenever I can, even though I still feel like I’m betraying my Bruins when I do.”
He laughs, still a bit shocked. “I’m sure they’d forgive you. I was a Bruin, after all.”
She downs her drink and asks the bartender for a water. “I missed you,” she says quietly once the bartender is out of earshot. “And I always loved watching you play. Figured it was the next best thing.”
“You could’ve called. Or texted. I would’ve answered.”
She shakes her head. “That would’ve been unfair to you, especially with how I left things off.”
He chuckles, albeit sadly. “Carmen. I’m kinda weak when it comes to you. Always have been.”
She squeezes her eyes shut, a tear falling as she feels Tyler place a warm hand on her thigh over her maroon dress. “You give me way too much power.”
“I don’t think I could ever give you what you deserve, no matter how hard I try.”
Carmen wipes the tear away with a small smile. She pokes his chest. “How do you come up with this shit?”
He laughs, taking a sip of his beer, before his face settles into a more serious expression. “Can I ask you two questions, though? No bullshit. Just the truth.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“Do you still love me?”
She nods at an embarrassingly fast pace.
He swallows. “Oh.”
She picks at her nails, suddenly unsure. “D-Do you still love me? It’s-it’s totally okay if you don’t. I mean, I wouldn’t expect you to. It’s been years and we don’t really see each other much anymore and-”
“Of course I still love you.” She whips her head up to stare at him in shock. He runs a hand through his hair with a huff.
She puts her hand over his that’s still resting on his thigh and interlaces their fingers together. “What’s your second question?”
“Do you still not believe in long distance?”
“I’ve been thinking…I think I’m open to trying it.”
His eyes flash in surprise as his lips turn up into a hopeful smile. “Really? You’re not fucking with me?”
“Since when have I ever lied to you, Ty?”
“Can I have a third question? And maybe a fourth?”
She rolls her eyes fondly, squealing a bit as he brings her stool even closer to him. “Was that it?”
“Smartass.” She nods at him to ask. “Would you want to try? With me?”
She swallows. “Yes.” She thinks he physically lights up, like a lightbulb with a new battery, but she holds a hand up. “But Tyler, things have changed. We’ve changed. Is this…is this really what you want? Am I really who you want?”
“I left Boston eight years ago in love with you. Here I am, eight years later in Dallas, still in love with you. Probably more in love with you, actually, which I didn’t think was possible.” He grabs her hands and lifts them to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “When do you head back to New York?”
She blinks at the abrupt change of subject. “Um, I’m actually in Dallas for another week for a work conference. So not until next Sunday.”
He grins. “Stay at mine then. Please.”
“Tyler-”
“I’ll have to head back to Canada for a couple weeks for things I can’t reschedule, but then, if you let me, I’d love to come to New York and spend some time with you until I have to come back to Dallas for pre-season.”
“Tyler, that’s…how are you so confident and sure about all of this?”
“Because it’s you,” he says. “And I love you. I’m not wasting this chance that you’ve given me.”
She bites her lip, trying to take it all in. “I’m going to need to grab my stuff from the hotel tonight.”
“Deal. I’ve only had like, two beers in the last three hours anyways. I can drive you.”
“You know that I’m not just going to…drop everything to come to Dallas, right? My job and my life is all in New York.”
“I’d be a dumbass to expect that. Your heart belongs to the Northeast.”
She smiles, momentarily flashing back to the last time he said those exact same words and how similar and different they are now. She leans forward and kisses him sweetly, like he’s coming home from a game, like she’s in the middle of cooking dinner, like they’ve been doing this all their lives. She then pulls him up and drags him back to the dance floor.
“Would you have called me?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers into his chest, immediately knowing what he’s referencing. Eight years later and she still remembers that night like it was yesterday. “What if you were in a relationship or something? That would’ve been unfair to everyone.”
“I wouldn’t have been.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I do. Because I’ve always loved you. At this point, I’m pretty sure that I always will.”
“Thank you,” she whispers. And as he presses a loving kiss on her forehead, she hopes he understands what she’s trying to thank him for — for coming into that tattoo shop all those years ago, for all the nights and memories in Boston that involved takeout and Netflix and endless fits of laughter, for always believing in her, for waiting for her and being understanding even when she broke his heart.
For loving her.
“By the way,” Tyler says as he twirls her around, hands immediately attaching to her waist once she’s facing him again. “I always loved you in maroon.”
#k writes#hockey fanfiction#hockey fanfic#dallas stars#tyler seguin#tyler seguin fic#tyler seguin blurb#hockey blurb#tyler seguin x oc
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hello my darling, congratulations on 2.5k you deserve it all and more!! 💘💘
could I request “You can’t just act like nothings wrong when it is!” with Roope Hintz!! 🫶🏼
CHEATER, CHEATER, PUMPKIN EATER
thank you bestie! love you <3
21. "you can't just act like nothing's wrong when it is." (from this prompt list, angst)
tw: cheating
for a while, you had an inkling that something was wrong but you didn't want to believe it, so you just pushed it to the back of your mind.
but you can only ignore something for so long.
in the beginning, your boyfriend, cole, was a good boyfriend. he would send you random things at work or bring you presents after work. but somewhere in between the 6-12 month period, something went wrong.
the first red flag was when he would come home at all hours of the night, smelling only slightly of another woman's perfume. it was so faint you almost couldn't smell it, but it was there.
the second red flag was him forgetting date nights, again, using the work excuse. more often than not, you would find yourself sitting alone at a fancy restaurant, waiting for cole to show up, only to look like a fool when he would text you from home, asking where you were.
and the last red flag, which could also be classified as a red billboard, was when he called you another woman's name. you were in the kitchen and he was in the living room.
"hey, cas, could you get me a beer from the fridge?" you froze. you knew, right then and there, he was cheating.
you don't remember leaving the apartment, but somehow you ended up at roope's apartment. it was almost like you were on autopilot.
"so, what'd wrong? why're you acting like this?"
"i think cole's cheating on me," you said.
"you think?"
"i know." you corrected yourself.
"how do you know?"
"he came home a few weeks ago and he smelled like perfume but it wasn't mine. it was one of those really expensive ones. then he stood me up on date night. he wasn't at work, i called his secretary, and he wasn't at home. and tonight, he called me cas."
roope looked upset for you. more upset than you somehow, "how are you so calm? why aren't you like screaming? throwing a fit?"
"i don't know." you shrugged, "do you have cheese? cheese sounds nice." you stood up off his couch and headed for his kitchen.
"y/n, you can't just act like nothing's wrong when there is!" he stated.
"oh, i'm sorry. is there a proper way to react when you find out you've been cheated on? i must've missed that part in school." you glared.
"i didn't say that. i'm just saying he's a cheater, y/n. he's gross."
"i know that, but i don't know what to do." your eyes finally filled with the tears you were so scared to cry.
"here's what we're gonna do. we're gonna go back to your apartment, and we're gonna gather all the stuff you left there, then we're gonna come back here and we're gonna just binge. whatever you want." you smiled.
"you sure you don't mind? i'm kind of crazy."
"well, we all are."
taylor's 2.5k celly!
#roope hintz imagine#roope hintz imagines#roope hintz x reader#roope hintz blurbs#roope hintz fic#roope hintz#nhl imagine#nhl imagines#nhl fic#nhl blurbs#nhl#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#hockey fic#hockey blurbs#hockey#dallas stars imagine#dallas stars imagines#dallas stars fic#dallas stars blurbs#dallas stars#taylor writes#taylor writes: hockey#taylor's blurbs#taylor's 2.5k celly!
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✧.*Masterlist✧.*
Key:
♡ - fluff
☆ - smut
○ - angst
* - social media
:as time as gone on, i have started to write for a lot of different drivers, you can see below who those are. smut is a topic i am attempting to write. my goal is to be able to participate in a smutty event this christmas, so bear with me. when you request, pls tell me what type of fic (smau or one shot) and the driver (unless you want me to pick which is fine too):
(i write for: lando, charles, daniel and carlos mainly. i will also write for: pierre, max, lewis, george, and oscar per request. probably never alex albon tho: i love alex and lily, sry)
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙
Click Here to access my Book Lover Series❣️
➥ Lando Norris:
❒ smau:
moments *♡ (part 1) (part 2) (part 3)
part 1: landos posts on his jpg account while you guys are dating
part 2: in which you finally get a jpg account and post your boyfriend and friends
part 3: ?? its a surprise
book lover ♡: you’re a bookstagramer/booktuber and you love posting your books and your boyfriend (taylor swift lovers, same, this is for you)
book lover (part 2) ♡: this is part 2 to the smau above! more posts about books, but you posted a new video with the grid!
tokyo drift ♡: y/n is a formula drift driver, and her fans ship her with f1 driver lando norris.
❒ blurbs:
break ○: lando is on summer break with his gf, but can’t seem to stop training.
➥ Carlos Sainz:
❒ smau:
off the ice ♡: carlos meets his gf, an nhl analyst, and fans are overjoyed as y/n clicks with the grid
rule breaker ♡ (smau + dialogue): y/n leclerc has been dating carlos sainz, which her brother has one rule: to not date his teammate. what happens when she finally tells charles?
doesn’t come easy ♡: y/n is an upcoming scriptwriter for a future oscar winner, but fans don’t like her and her credit is ripped away when her film wins an oscar.
❒ blurbs:
➥ Charles Leclerc:
❒ smau:
hate doesn’t bother me ♡(rude fans): charles and y/n announce their relationship on summer vacation, but fans aren’t a fan of y/n, not that she cares.
welcome to the swamp ♡: cute posts between charles and his gators cheerleader girlfriend.
angel ♡: y/n is a victoria’s secret model dating arber xhekaj, but what happens when cheating scandals arise when she is found with charles leclerc?
nobody knows ♡: y/n is a hollywood actress from brazil, her home and love. but when she visits monaco, charles’ fans start to ship them. what they don’t know, is that their ship has already sailed.
star of the show ♡: y/n, cast member of teen wolf, starts dating charles leclerc, and fans love them together.
uni to paddock ♡: being a university student, reader isn’t able to go to a lot of her boyfriends races. but one day, she decides to go to a grand prix and shock fans.
country feels ♡: reader is a beloved country star, rumored to be dating the f1 driver, charles leclerc. what happens when someone accidentally reveals she has a boyfriend?
lovers to strangers to friends○♡: y/n and charles have been an iconic f1 paddock couple since 2019, but what happens when a rumor spreads about y/n cheating? (
❒ blurbs:
sick day ♡: you have to cancel your date with charles, but he has an idea.
➥ Daniel Ricciardo:
❒ smau:
keep it private *(suggestive content): daniel and his wife, y/n, post some non-pg things on their instagrams.
keep it private (part 2) *(suggestive content): just some more unhinged comments between you and daniel.
unexpected * ♡: daniel meets a dallas cowboy cheerleader and they become and unexpected couple to fans and friends.
paper rings ♡: reader has a job of drawing and reading, but her partime is posting her boyfriend. (just a cute little book smau lolz)
❒ blurbs:
➥ Max Verstappen:
❒ smau:
better kept secret *(mean fan comments): max meets y/n, who is a little younger, country, and both try to keep their relationship a secret until they snap, and drop a soft launch that fans are not happy about.
christmas is better with you ♡: nyc born reader takes her bf max, who isn’t a big christmas fan, to her home, new york, this christmas.
denial is a man’s bestfriend ♡: max and y/n are teammates, but they fall for each other, resulting in pressure from friends.
❒ blurbs:
➥ Oscar Piastri:
❒ smau:
home ♡: oscar and his gf go back to her home, paraná brazil, for summer break, posting a bit along the way.
softies ♡* (smau and fic blurbs) gn!reader: reader and oscar soft launch at the monaco gp, plus some cute oscar being supportive bf.
hard launches only ♡: oscar and his miliatary girfriend hard launch before the singapore grand prix.
teammates roommate… ♡: in which oscar falls for the roommate of lando and max. what happens when lando confront oscar about his little crush?
legos and laps ♡: oscar’s girlfriend is obsessed with legos! and of course he supports her addiction.
sly fox dumb bunny ♡:
❒ blurbs:
stress relief ☆ ♡: oscar’s qualifying doesn’t go as planned, but luckily he has you at home to help him destress.
➥ Pierre Gasly:
❒ smau:
appreciation ♡: pierre loves to post his successful gf, and she loves to post him just as much.
❒ blurbs:
➥ Ollie Bearman:
❒ smau:
going public ♡: reader is carlos sainz’s younger sister who has kept private for a while, but when she suddenly goes public on instagram, so does her relationship with ollie bearman.
➥ Logan Sargeant:
❒ smau:
bad decisions ♡: after logan’s chassis is given to alex, his girlfriend is determined to show him how much she loves him. (this got out of hand and lead to something i hope is cute?)
➥ Lewis Hamilton:
❒ smau:
i’d be blue without you ♡: lewis and his girlfriend always have a lined up schedule with his racing and her shows.
➥ Ballerina Series:
 ❒ This series follows Y/n Albon, Alex Albon’s younger sister, who is a ballerina. She loves posting her life and supporting her brother. But when her teammate quits, she’s left a little lonely. Luckily, Lando Norris is there to befriend her…..
❒ Here’s some little psa abt this series: this is a dialogue and smau fic. i know alex has other siblings but for the sake of this fic, he doesn’t lol. its just more to write. This is a gradual series that i will post on every once and a while, that way i can still post other fics.
part 1 : (posted on my main tumblr, oops)
part 2
part 3
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First Sleepover
nick moldenhauer x dallas blankenburg
a so it goes blurb
warnings: mentions panic attacks and insecurities and I think that’s all
Dallas jumps up and down, squealing before she charges at Nick. He smiles big, opening his arms for her.
“Baby, oh my god, you played so well. You looked really hot out there,” she rambles, both hands on his cheeks, making his lips pucker up.
He sets the girl down, bringing her into a tight hug.
“Thanks, June bug. I had my good luck charm in the audience,” he leans his head down, whispering against the skin of her cheek before pressing a quick kiss there.
She pulls away, her flushed cheeks gathering his attention. He brings a thumb up to rub at the scarlet flesh. Dallas’ chest heaves, her heart racing at his touch. She grabs his hand, placing it over her heart while staring into his sparkling eyes.
“You’re such a flirt,” she says.
Nick laughs that laugh that makes Dallas want to crumble. His laugh is everything to her. He leans down to press a chaste kiss on her lips, but she just chases after him as the kiss ends too quickly.
“Spend the night with me,” Nick suggests, connecting their hands.
“I don’t have extra clothes with me and I need a shower,” she pouts at him.
“Take a shower in my shower. You can wear one of my shirts or sweatpants if you want.”
Dallas stays quiet, contemplating the idea even though she desperately wants to. She may be a bit nervous because it’d be the first time they spent a night together. A part of her feels like everything within her relationship is moving at the speed of light. She only hopes her head can keep up with her heart.
“Deal,” she agrees, hoping her smile is enough to mask her underlying insecurities.
Nick looks up, secretly thanking his lucky stars before he’s guiding her to his dorm.
Dallas keeps her shower short and to the point, instead of taking up time performing a solo concert.
She feels a sense of comfort wearing one of Nick’s hockey shirts, covered in the scent of his shampoo and his body wash. It’s only when she steps out and sees him sitting up in his bed that she feels slight awkwardness take over. The girl is just now realizing that they’ll be extra close in a confined space, and she feels like she might have a panic attack. This is all so new to her, she’s never been one to be so domestic with a significant other.
His head snaps up when he hears her, smiling at her figure covered in his shirt. He pats the bed, beckoning her to join him. She takes her time in her small trek, her hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt. She takes one last deep breath before she settles next to him, under his comforter.
Nick turns out the light, getting comfortable in the silence. He reaches his hand out, finding Dallas’ and holding onto her. When he feels her tense up, he lets go and she wants to berate herself for it. They both lay there, tense and unsure about how to sleep together. The hockey player tosses and turns, each nerve ending in his body desires to hold onto her.
“Nick?” She quietly calls out, finding his hand under the covers.
“Yeah?”
“You seem uncomfortable,” she points out.
“I’m fine,” he denies it.
“You can cuddle me, you know. Sorry if I seem a bit tense, this is just new to me, but you can touch me. I promise,” she assures him.
He slowly scoots closer to her, one of his arms wrapping around her waist. It’s still not enough to put him to sleep, though.
They toss and turn together, switching from spooning to laying down, facing each other.
They each let out huffs, beginning to grow frustrated.
“Hold me however you want,” she whispers, turning to face him, her fingers combing through his hair while she lets her lips leave faint kisses on his jaw.
He leans up on his elbows, watching Dallas breathe in and out. He eventually moves to lay on top of her. Chest to chest with his body in between her legs. His head rests on her boobs. Nick’s breathing begins to even out once Dallas starts rubbing at the sore muscles in his back. She can feel his body go lax against her.
Soon, she’s falling asleep as her heart syncs its rhythm with his. When they wake up the next morning, they’re still in the same position.
a/n: Just a little idea I had, enjoy!
#nick moldenhauer#nick moldenhauer x oc#nick moldenhauer x reader#nick x dallas#umich imagine#umich hockey#so it goes au
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You and wyatt driving around Dallas and singing in the car because you’ve had a rough day
*technically he lives in prosper (like a lot of the stars) but i'm not really putting in sights or streets but just know in my head it's prosper bc i lived near there and know the area. ALSO! he loves morgan wallen (said in the stars top artist video) so that's the vibes here sorry if you hate him*
you collapsed into Wyatt's arms on the couch in your apartment when you got home. you had the absolute worst day and all you needed was your boyfriend.
"what's wrong?" he asked you.
"i was late to work, i dropped my coffee before i even entered the daycare, a one year old threw up all over me so i had to wear my co workers extremely uncomfortable shirt for half the day, and one kid screamed for half an hour because someone had chick-fil-a and he didn't," you word vomited.
"i'm sorry, baby," Wyatt cooed. he kissed the top of your head and ran his fingers through your hair over and over. you melted into his touch, desperately wanting it to take away the stress of your day. "alright, get up, i know what you need."
"no," you whined, elongating the 'o.'
"yes," he playfully mocked you.
you got off of him and let him drag you down the stairs and out of your apartment building completely. he opened the passenger door to his truck and lifted you up by the waist to set you in the seat. he got into the driver's seat and got out his phone, carefully queuing songs.
the second "you proof" came on, you knew exactly what he was doing. Wyatt rolled the windows down and took off speeding down the street.
Wyatt grabbed your hand and laced your fingers together, looking over at you and smiling as you dramatically sang along to the words. the wind in your hair was cathartic, and Wyatt screaming along with you just added to the newfound joy.
"thank you," you said as the music faded at the end of the song. "i really needed this."
"i couldn't sit there and let my girl suffer, now could i?" Wyatt winked. "you're welcome."
"i love you," you smiled. Wyatt leaned over and kissed you quick before turning his attention back to the road, "i love you, too."
#wyatt johnston#wyatt johnston x reader#wyatt johnston imagine#wyatt johnston blurb#hockey blurb#dallas stars imagine#hockey imagine
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Hello my love! Congrats on 1k!! You are so deserving of all the love you’re getting, and I adore you to bits! 🥰💚
My I please have one of them there “Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies?? With my boy Tyler and the prompt “myrtle”?? You know…because tis the season with him. 😉
listen: Tyler is fun and chaotic, his wedding reception seemed fun and chaotic, and i was in a fun and chaotic mood while writing so that's the vibe! (also Katy Perry's "Waking Up in Vegas was on repeat while writing for additional vibes) [also, also: i adore you more!!]
word count: 1.9k (went off again)
The groan you let out is involuntarily as the sharp ray of sunlight cuts through the window and onto your face. You attempt to roll over and turn away from the light but your movements are halted by a strong arm tightening around your waist. The weight of it against you causes your eyes to pop open before squinting shut again as the sun continues to pierce your line of sight.
It takes a moment for you to wiggle your way into a shadow so you can survey your surroundings, your head still pounding.
Your eyes scan the hotel room, clothes thrown on the floor and trash and other memorabilia strewn around the room. It takes a minute for you to remember that you were in Vegas, a much-needed vacation with a few of your closest friends. But while you remember your location, the memories of last night were still a blur of neon and alcohol.
There were plenty of questions in your head, all of which you needed answers to. But the most pressing one in the moment was finding out whose arm was slung over your frame.
Your eyes start at the tips of his fingers and travel up across the tattooed skin, the patterns seeming familiar but in your hungover haze, your mind was having trouble connecting the dots. That is until you see you see the 5-3-1 on the top of his shoulder and you can’t help but breathe a sigh of relief as you spin and come face-to-face with your boyfriend Tyler.
You don’t bother being gentle as you throw Tyler’s arm off of you, with only a slight mumble from him in protest as he nestles deeper in the sheets, no doubt fighting the same hangover that you were. You heave your body into an upright position, a move which you swiftly regret as the room immediately starts spinning on its axis.
Your hands shoot up to your face as you take a few deep breaths to ground yourself, reverting to the exercises that your therapist taught you for when you were feeling unmoored.
5 things you could see: the skyline from the window, the feather boa thrown over the desk chair, your heels kicked off by the door, the bouquet of flowers on the table, and Tyler in bed next to you.
4 things you could hear: traffic from outside, the whir of the air-conditioning, voices from the hall passing in front of your door, and the vibrating of a phone somewhere in the room.
3 things you could smell: Tyler’s cologne, your own perfume, and the lingering scent of coconut rum.
2 things you could feel: the hotel sheets against your skin and the cool metal of a ring on your finger.
1 thing that was real right now: you felt like you got run over by a truck.
Another small groan comes from you as you move your limbs, your joints cracking as you stretch, shaking as much of the lingering ache from your body. You still weren’t 100% sure what happened last night but damn, it must have been one hell of a party if this was how you felt afterwards.
You sigh before turning to look down at Tyler, his curls messy and his face buried in the pillow. Part of you didn’t want to wake him up but another part of you wanted him to share in your misery. The latter wins out as your grab his shoulder and start shaking.
“Tyler,” you say, your voice coming out hoarse and you can’t stop the grimace that appears on your face. You quickly shake off your disgust and start to say his name until the glint of gold stops your motions. Your eyebrows furrow as you eye the band sitting on your left ring finger.
The design seems familiar; the shield, scroll, and wings in the center all tugging at the corner of your memory. You lift your hand off of Tyler’s warm skin to examine the jewelry further. As you bring the ring closer to your eyes, you manage to make out the inscription of St. Michael’s College surrounding the signet. When the combination of the image and words finally click, it doesn’t give you any answer, just more questions.
Like, why the fuck were you wearing Tyler’s class ring?
An image of a man dressed like Elvis and the phantom feeling of Tyler’s lips on yours invades your mind and your heart drops as your mind starts to piece together a possible explanation.
No. That couldn’t possibly be right. Take a deep breath and think.
But your brain had already made the logical conclusion so try as you might, you couldn’t even focus on any other possibilities. That’s why your shaking of Tyler turned from annoying to frantic.
“Tyler. Tyler. Tyler!!’ you repeat, your voice raising with ever iteration of his name.
“What. What?” Tyler grumbles, finally waking up and turning around in the bed to glance up at you through squinted eyes.
“I – I think we got married last night.”
“What?” Tyler says, your words causing him to sit up fully and take in the room.
“Do you remember anything?”
“Not… really. But what makes you think we got married?”
Your wordlessly reply by holding up your hand so he can see the ring sitting on your finger. You feel Tyler grab your hand to take a closer look before he drops your hand onto the plush sheets.
“Okay but that doesn’t mean that we actually got married,” Tyler says, his own voice ladened with disbelief. “There has to be another explanation.”
“What other explanation is there? Your ring on my finger, us in bed together, the bouquet of fake flowers on the table and the fucking veil thrown over the lampshade!” you list, your anxiety continuing to spike by the minute. You can feel the tears welling in your eyes and your hands once again move to cover your eyes. “Oh my god, we had a Vegas wedding and we can’t remember it. I feel like I’m in a bad comedy movie.”
“Hey, it’s okay just breathe,” Tyler interrupts, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Let’s just try and figure this out, yeah?”
His voice pulls you back to reality as it always did and you open your eyes again, glancing in his direction. His soft smile pulls a similar grin onto your lips as you take another few deep breaths.
“Okay, I think the best thing for us to do would be to find a phone. Call our friends, see if they remember last night any better than us,” Tyler explains.
“I know I heard someone’s phone buzzing earlier. I think it’s on the desk.”
Tyler doesn’t hesitate to slide out of bed and wander over to the desk and after moving some clothes and beads and papers, he triumphantly hold up a cell phone and you sigh when you recognize your phone case. He wanders back over towards you, handing you the device.
You snatch it from his hand and press the lock button to light up the home screen. The second you do, you find dozens of text messages from your best friend.
Do you remember what happened last night?
It’s a little bit of a blur to me.
Oh fuck. Babe, wake up.
Are you with Tyler right now?
Answer me, I need to talk to you.
I found these in my camera roll.
[4 photos, 1 video]
That’s you and Tyler, right?
Please tell me I’m not hallucinating.
Helloooooo???
Your heart continues to pound as you click on the attachments and scroll through. And there is no denying that the subject of every one is you and Tyler:
You and Tyler fully clothed in a pool. You and Tyler sitting on a pink convertible. You and Tyler posing under a floral arch, a bouquet in your hands and a veil on your head. You and Tyler posing with an Elvis impersonator at the end of an aisle. And when you click the video, you are no longer shocked to see a shaky video of you and Tyler kissing in some random chapel.
“Holy shit,” you hear Tyler say and when you glance over your shoulder, you see Tyler hovering right next to you, watching the video as well. “I can’t believe it. We’re actually married.”
The two of you just stare at each other for a moment, the reality of the situation sinking in. You don’t know what to say, what to think, what to do. But eventually, your involuntary reactions take over and you… start laughing.
Laughing at the absurdity of it all, laughing at the mess you got yourself into, laughing at the fact that you married your boyfriend of 2 years in the most cliché way possible.
Tyler stares at you in confusion for a moment before he is joining in. Your laughter mixes together and it isn’t long until you two are collapsed back in bed, looking over at each other.
“We’re married!” you exclaim, the lingering giggles painting the tone of your voice.
“Yeah…” Tyler sighs, staring up at the ceiling with you. “Why the fuck did I give you my class ring?”
“That’s what you’re asking right now?” you say in disbelief, propping yourself up on your elbow to look at Tyler. “I mean, my guess is you didn’t have another ring so you gave me the only one you had.”
“I mean, that would make sense. But I do have another ring.”
The words hang in the air as you try to decipher their meaning. Tyler lets you process for a moment but when no explanation comes to you, he is once again scooting off the bed. This time he walks over to the closet and open the door. You peer over his shoulder trying to see what he’s doing but you can’t see anything. You can only hear the rustling of him digging through his duffle bag.
Tyler lifts himself up and turns back towards you, his hands hidden behind his back.
“I was planning on this being a little more romantic but I guess I was too excited to marry you that I just cut out the middle man.”
Your eyebrows furrow as you listen to him, watching his slow approach as he sits down on the edge of the mattress.
“I’m really happy we’re married – even if neither of us can remember most of it,” he says with a laugh, one that you return. “But I do need my ring back. So…”
Tyler trails off, only to pull a small ring box into your line of sight and you gasp when he opens the lid to reveal a beautiful engagement ring nestled in the velvet.
“I would ask you to marry me but it feels a little awkward since we already are. Um, so, will you do me the honor of… staying married to me?”
You can’t help the laugher that falls from your lips as you take in everything that happened in what was most likely the weirdest morning of your entire existence. But the answer to Tyler’s awkward question would have been the same, even if he was asking it in front of the Bellagio fountains while you were wearing your best dress.
And for the first time this morning, you don’t overthink the situation as you practically leap into Tyler arms and kiss him fiercely. Tyler responds by pulling you close, his arms securing you as he deepens the kiss.
After a moment you pull away, smiling like a fool up at him.
“Yes, Tyler. I will marry you, stay married to you, whatever. I wouldn’t leave you for all the money in Las Vegas.”
“Bold statement,” he teases. “We still got three days here. Maybe we can hit the biggest jackpot ever tonight.”
“Well, if we do, let’s make sure we stay sober enough to remember it.”
#you also get a little bonus insta edit at the end there#1k cele bakery#nicole writes#tyler seguin fluff#tyler seguin blurb#dallas stars blurb#nhl blurb#hockey blurb
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it's that time of year again... new fans! old fans! general inquiring minds!!! i present to you this year's dallas stars primer!! as always, based more on Vibes and Personality than the cold hard facts (but there are cold hard facts). slides last updated as of April 3rd, 2024 (:
huge huge huge thank you to @oetter @saltandpepperbox and @stickypucky for constantly reading over my work and helping add to this <3 <3
as always if there's any further questions do not hesitate to send me an ask or message!! enjoy!!!! slides below + small blurb about starsblr community for those curious/interested
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AS OF APRIL 5th 2024: MAVRIK BOURQUE HAS BEEN CALLED UP FROM THE AHL, LIKELY DUE TO AN ON-AND-OFF INJURY SUSTAINED BY TYLER SEGUIN. CURRENT AHL LEADING SCORER (SINCE STANK HAS BEEN CALLED UP) AND VERY FUN AND FRENCH CANADIAN (:
If after reading all of this, you're interested in becoming more involved with the stars and stars community, please know on starsblr we are sooo insanely welcoming!!!! the lb tag is extremely active and has some of the funniest, nicest people you'll ever meet. we also have such a blessedly large gifmaking community, some great artists, and of course phenomenal fic writers, so there's no shortage of silliness and vibes. I really encourage you to scroll the tags and consume all of this work because it is truly SUCH a fun, lively place here!!
and again, as always, my dms and inbox are always open <3
#ITS HERE... FINALLY.....#my magnum opus returns#again... everything is made with a dash of bias and personal opinions so. i am just a guy. take it all with a grain of salt and such#so excited to share this all with you!!! i hope you enjoy!!!!!!!#i did consider making a slide for gifmakers and artists in the fandom but i didnt know if everyone would feel comfortable being added#and it just fit weirdly? but if that's something ur interested in for next year definitely lmk and ill start on it earlier#dallas stars#stars lb#dallas stars primer
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best friends
August 8, 2008
A almost five year old, Livia was holding onto her two older brothers hands as they walked her through the elementary school towards the kindergarten room.
“Alright Liv, we are here.” Charlie spoke to his little sister, he looked down seeing her look quite nervous and was still holding tightly onto his hand, he pursed his lips not quite sure how to help her as he doesn’t understand her nerves as he was exicted when on his first day.
A six year old Jamie who knew how his little sister felt, he knelt down in front of her taking both of her hands, “I was nervous too.” Jamie spoke very softly to his best friend, Livia looked at him with her beautiful eyes, “I was but i made a few friends and it was fun.” Jamie reassured her.
Charlie smiled softly at them always thinking the two are adorable as they have a special bond.
“You’ll like it.” Jamie smiled booping her nose gently and getting a small giggle from his sister.
Livia looked between her two brothers and nodded before walking quietly into the room.
She shyly walked in seeing only a few students there, the teacher walked over with a warm smile and guided Livia to her table, it had three seats and she was the only one there.
She sat down and out her green backpack on her chair and she looked at the table seeing color supplies they were allowed to use and she smiled slighty seeing a picture of plants and chose that one starting to color.
Wyatt walked in happily and confident he waved bye to his siblings before introducing himself to the teacher who lead him to his table. Wyatt sat down on his seat and looked at the girl next to him who had a lot of freckles and really long hair and little green bows in her hair.
“I’m Wyatt!” Wyatt grinned goofily at the girl putting his hand out like his dad told him too.
Livia looked up shyly and nodded giving a hesitant smile, Wyatt didn’t seem to mind at and just looked at her name card mouthing her name.
Luke walked through the doors trying to get away from Jack who was being obnoxious. Luke waved bye to Quinn and just walked into the room quietly.
“Bye Moosey!“ Jack called out loudly before Quinn dragged him away, Luke just shook his head with an annoyed look before letting the teacher show him his seat. Luke sat down next to Wyatt and Livia.
“I’m Wyatt!” Wyatt grinned at the boy holding out a hand.
Luke rolled his eyes but shook the hand, “Luke.” He looked over at the girl who was drawing and saw her name card, “Your Olivia?” He titled his head in question.
Livia looked up seeing the two boys looking at her and she shook her head, “Livia, no O.” Livia softly corrected them.
Wyatt smiled dreamily at her and Luke smirked slightly nodding, Livia looked between the two boys not knowing they were her forever best friends.
#liviadrysdaleau#ld4#wyatt johnston x oc#wyatt johnston#jack hughes#luke hughes#quinn hughes#luke hughes x oc#jack hughes x oc#quinn hughes x oc#dallas stars#roope hintz#jake oettinger#tyler seguin#jamie drysdale#jamie drysdale x oc#trevor zegras#trevor zegras x oc#nhl x oc#nhl blurbs#nhl blurb#nhl au
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So this, this snuck up on me a lot faster than I had anticipated. 500 of you? Following me? Crazy. It seems I have blinked and it happened so I'm going to be doing something a little different for the celebration this time - because I swear I just posted the last of my 300 follower appreciation.
Inspired by @senditcolton 's Hozier prompt list (she did such an amazing job with it and her blurbs so go check them out), I have made a prompt list of my favorite songs from a variety of artists. There are 10 songs, which means only 10 blurbs (which will probably be more along the lines of tiny fics compared to the blurbs I did for the 300-follower celebration). Headlining are my favorite lyrics, here is the Spotify playlist with all of the songs for you to enjoy.
Submit your claim for a specific lyric paired with a player (make sure to read my rules regarding who I write for before you submit). It is on. first come first serve basis for the sake of my own sanity because I know if I do more than 10 I'll still be writing them when I hit my next milestone. The list will be updated as the requests are received.
*Prior to posting I shared my prompt list with some friends who wanted to assure Vince Dunn got his prompt. Therefore he will not be eligible for any prompt except for the one that has already been decided for him: Prompt 3, Can't Fight the Moonlight.
;; 500 Follower Celebration
The Night We Met - Nico Hischier
I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you.
Delicate - Freddie Andersen
Phone lights up my nightstand in the black, come here; you can meet me in the back.
Can't Fight the Moonlight - Vince Dunn
If you think that you won't fall, well just wait until the sun goes down.
Tainted Love - Ross ColtonI've got to get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me.
So Good - Adam Lowry
Do I think about the one that got away? I know his name, I think about him every day.
Boyfriend - Mat Barzal
What are the chances? Everyone's dancing, and he's not with you.
I Wanna Be Yours - Brandon HagelSecrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought.
I Ain't Worried - Anthony Beauvillier
I don't know what you've been told, but time is running out, no need to take it slow.
Everybody Talks - Gabe Landeskog
It started with a whisper, and that was when I kissed her.
Drops of Jupiter - Dallas Star of My Choice 👀 Jake Oettinger
Was it everything you wanted to find, and did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?
And as always I'm going to wrap up this appreciation to shout out all of the lovely writers and readers who are such an important part of my little community! Every single one of them is talented and is just the sweetest of people so if you for some reason do not follow them already please do so.
@hagelpoint-3821 @starshine-hockey-girl @callsign-denmark
@hischierdevils @wyattjohnston @laurenairay @luvmmarner
@swissboyhisch @behoright @claireelle18 @midnightsnyx
@snugglyducklingbrewhouse @manrocket-mo @txstars
@senditcolton @equallyshaw @mp0625 @comphy-and-cozy
@hoesforthecanes @puckmaidens @hockeyboysimagines @stlbluesbrat21 @iamveryborrrreddd
And I know I probably missed A LOT of people, so please be sure to check out @cellysbookshelf because I do my best to reblog all of the wonderful fics I read from this community that I couldn't be happier to be a part of.
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the outsiders
darry curtis
pretty -> blurb, fem!reader
ponyboy curtis
can i? -> blurb, gn!reader
sodapop curtis
when stars bleed -> blurb, gn!reader
steve randle
dating him -> hcs, gn!reader
dallas winston
johnny cade
two-bit matthews
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I found this on a blog I take it with a grain of salt but
I was 19 and fucking a rock star. He was a hell of a bottom but I didn't appreciate his talents like I should have because I was 19. It was a trick (1976 for "Hook up") we did not date. It was one night in his hotel in Dallas. We had cocaine and weed and lots to drink. He was a great guy. Very kind and appreciative . I fantasized for a year or more that he would come back for me. I gave him my phone number (this was my parent's landline) and got nervous that he would call while I wasn't there and my mom would answer..."
I mean it sounds believable but it was anonymous who knows i feel like anyone could of said this it could of even be a woman behind it 🤷
I'm gonna be real with you, anon: not only do I not know who this is supposed to be about, but someone couldn't possibly write a more generic blurb even if they tried (also comes across as very "My Immortal" the fic when the author wrote something like "we did pot and coke and crack" lmao)
#not quite as bad as the person in the Queen fandom#who lied about going to Pride with Freddie and Brian and Tim lmfao#and then was like 'don't question my memory I because I did lots of drugs!!! XD'#replies#Anonymous
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