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“Pretty”
Morgan Rielly x reader
TW: swearing, alcohol and a bunch of fluff
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“Have you seen Morgan?”
You had been away from the dance floor for ten minutes and in that time your boyfriend had managed to disappear with both your shoes and your phone. Mitch turned around to look at you and you couldn’t help but laugh when you saw his face. Across his forehead and eyebrow there was clumps of, now stale, cream and he had lipstick smudged across his chin.
“What?” He whined and you just shook your head. Steph pressed a finger to her lips from where she stood behind her fiancé, urging you to not say anything. Looking back up at Mitch you tried to suppress your grin.
“I was just asking if you guys know where my boyfriend went?” You digressed and by the amount of alcohol in Mitch’s system he didn’t seem to think twice about it. Instead his face settled in a deep frown and he shook his head.
“No. And I lost John too. Even Keerfy is gone.” He whined, eyes flickering across the big barn you were currently occupying. The now newly wedded Kerfoots had really gone all. The wedding had been amazing and beautiful and at one point you had glanced up at Morgan to see his eyes watering. When you had leaned into him he had squeezed your hand tighter, pressing his lips against your head for a few seconds. You both knew you wanted this for yourselves at some point.
“Last time I saw Alex he ran past us without a shirt, I’m pretty sure Morgan was chasing him.” Steph quipped, nodding towards the back of the building. Before you could answer Mitch grabbed his fiancés hand in one and yours in the other, pulling you both with him. You turned to look at Steph as you tried to keep up and she just laughed, rolling her eyes.
“If this is him at Alex’s wedding, imagine him next weekend.” She mused, glancing down at where their hands were intertwined. You just smiled. In exactly a week they were getting married and you were almost giddy at the fact that you would get to experience another wedding with Morgan by your side. There really was love in the air this summer. The further Mitch dragged you and Steph the further away from the music you got. You were about to tell him he might be leading you astray when you suddenly heard familiar voices.
“Johnny lay down in our laps!”
“Yeah that’ll be fun! Come on!”
Mitch dropped your hand, waving in front of him triumphantly. He had found all the lost boys. Squeezed together in the photobooth there were several large hockeyplayers, including your boyfriend and the groom himself. Morgan was leaning back slightly, shirt ripped open and tie loosened, smiling up at John standing next to him. Keerfy were next to him, patting both his own and Morgan’s thighs to get John to lay down. You and Steph shared a look, both trying to suppress giggles.
“I’m good, thank you. Besides, I think your lap is reserved for someone else.” Johnny ruffled Morgan’s hair. When your boyfriend gave him a confused look he nodded towards you, making Morgan whip his head around. A large smile settled on his face and once again you let out a giggle. He was adorable.
“Baby!” He practically whined, stretching his arms out. You passed John on your way over and the two of you shared an amused look before you looked back down at your boyfriend. His hands immediately found the back of your thighs as you stopped in front of him.
“You disappeared on me Rielly.” You stated, letting one of your hands stroke some hair away from his forehead. He was staring up at you with big eyes, a slight pink tint covering his cheeks. He had gotten more tipsy since you saw him last, meaning he must’ve downed at least a few quick shots in the last fifteen minutes.
“I’m sorry. Alex wanted us to take some pictures.” He pouted, but smiled again when he saw you chuckle.
“Hmm, can’t say no to the groom.” You sunk down to sit on his thigh, letting your eyes wander up his body. “What’s going on here?” You let your hand wander in under his shirt, tapping his stomach before looking up to meet his eyes.
“Couldn’t tell you even if I wanted to baby.” He shook his head with a sheepish smile and you couldn’t help but laugh. You loved drunk Mo, you loved to see him let loose and relax for once. Wrapping your arm over his shoulder you leaned closer, pressing a few kisses against his cheek and jaw. You could feel him hum, his chest vibrating against your palm. Morgan’s hand fumbled up your body to cup your cheek, bringing your lips to his. You could taste the vodka on his tongue but you didn’t mind. You were well aware that if the two of you had been sober you never would’ve been comfortable making out in front of a bunch of people, but the state you were currently in had you just enjoying the moment. For a few seconds you tuned out the buzzing around you, only focusing on Morgan. When you finally pulled away you did so barely a few inches, your eyes flickering across his face. His cheeks were still flushed but now they were paired with stained lips too. You grinned.
“You’re so pretty.”
“I’m…pretty?” He tried to seem skeptical but you noticed the way the corners of his lips turned upwards.
“Yeah. Pretty.” You confirmed, reaching up to wipe a stray hair away from his forehead. Letting your finger softly trace his face, past the crinkles by his eye down his cheek and along his jaw, finally coming to a rest against his bottom lip. Morgan watched you watch him, feeling his cheeks heat up slightly. Even though you’ve been together for more than a year now he still felt just as in love as in the beginning. The look of admiration in your eyes confirmed that you felt the same way.
“I love you.” He mumbled, letting his hand grasp your hip a bit firmer, pulling you closer. The other one moved up cup your cheek, his thumb lovingly grazing just beneath your eye. You smiled at him.
“I love you.” You barely got the words out before he dipped his head, pressing his lips against yours again.
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babe for the weekend
a/n: this is a little different than what i usually write, in terms of boy and structure but i am really really proud of how it turned out, so i hope y'all like it too! the title comes from Taylor Swift's ''tis the damn season" and it quite inspired by it. this is for @broadstbroskis, one of the very first writers i starting following on hockeyblr. it was an absolute honour to write for her in @antoinerousselssel's winter fic exchange and i really really hope she enjoys it (and all its Swiftie references <3)
pairing: morgan rielly x fem!reader
word count: 8.8k+
warnings: a few swears, holiday setting (although not crazy prominent), childhood idiot friends to lovers?
disclaimer: this is a piece of fiction and this beautiful gif is not mine! p.s. i know he got engaged recently (to the figure skating love of my life Tessa Virtue; congrats to them!) but i was too deep in the fic to switch it when i heard the news. hope you still love it!
Morgan had been getting you out of trouble since the day you two could walk. You’d knock over a vase, and he’d find a way to blame the dog. You’d convince him to mattress surf down the stairs, and he put it back while you stalled your mom so she wouldn’t know. He would tell his mom that she “saw you walk up the stairs after dinner like hours ago” when you only snuck in his window four minutes before.
That didn’t end when he left to play junior hockey or when he got drafted and you moved across the country for school. Despite being in the same city, you relied less on him to bail you out as you got older, but every once in a while, his number was on speed dial to decipher if a guy was phishing you or for a 2am pickup from the club.
Granted, you’d saved him just as many times. You’d posed as his girlfriend to save him from puck bunnies and more than once told his mom it was you he was out with, instead of the girlfriend he wasn’t supposed to have. Every other week, he’d call with a question he was too embarrassed to ask his own mom (“is $10 too much for a carton of orange juice?”).
You just never thought he’d be bailing you out like this.
As the youngest of four kids (and the last single one), your parents were overbearing about your love life to say the least. But in the holiday season? It dialed up to 11.
“Are you sure you’re alright though? We don’t want you to be feeling lonely.” Your mom brought up at the end of your weekly Zoom family call, complete with all your siblings and grandma.
“For the last time, I am not lonely. I have great friends, I have a good job at an ad agency, and my credit card is paid off. I’m doing great!”
“But it’s a big city, darling. You’ve been out of school for years and you still haven’t told us about any guy. Or-or girl, if you’re into that,” she tried to reason.
“Mom, she isn’t lonely because she’s getting some!” Ben, your youngest brother, chimed in, making you cringe.
“Grow up, dork,” Julie, your eldest sister, said at the same time your older brother, James, said “Nice one!”
“Kids, you’re making Grams blush, can you knock it off?” Your dad chimed in. Ben’s face flushed but that didn’t stop James from poking the bear.
“Just think Mom, there’s less people to feed at Christmas!”
“That’s what you take out of this? Your sister could be at risk for depression.”
“I don’t have depression!”
“You always talk to me with an iced coffee, I do get a little concerned.” “Rude!” “Hey! Ruby drinks iced coffees too and she’s not depressed.” “She’s in a relationship with you, I’d rethink that.” “You aren’t depressed when you’re in happy relationships, that’s what I know.” “Grams, that is not true.” “That’s what Cynthia at book club said!” “None of that changes the fact that your sister hasn’t had a boyfriend in a long time and I’m worried about her!” “She’s not that old Brenda.” “She’s not seventeen anymore Thomas, our daughter is getting older and if she wants kids–” “Kids? Mom, she doesn’t even have a boyfriend.” “That’s my point!” “Who said she wants kids?” “Julie, you’re a mother, you should know every woman wants kids!” “Grams, that isn’t true.”
All of their overlapping voices seemed to get louder, rattling around in your brain, and you couldn’t take it anymore.
“I have a boyfriend!” You blurted and the screen silenced. You relished the small moment of quiet before the sound exploded again.
“What?” “Yes!” “Who is he?” “Is he coming home with you?” “What’s his name?”
“Woah, woah. One at a time please,” you nervously laughed.
“What’s his name?” The smiles on your mom and Grams faces were so wide it was starting to freak you out and your brain froze. What’s a boy’s name what’s a boy name what’s a boy’s name??
“Morgan.”
Your brain blurted out the name before you realized its implications.
“Morgan?” Your mom’s smile widened. “Like our Morgan? The Rielly’s boy?”
Shit, shit, shit. “You’ll have to wait to find out.”
“If they couldn’t get together in high school, no way it would happen now. I say it’s different.” “There’s lots of Morgans in Toronto! It’s a big city.”
“Yeah, I call bullshit on this whole boyfriend thing,” your older sister Julie chimed in.
You felt blood starting to drain from your face “What?”
“Oh c’mon! All we have is a name? You don’t want to share his job or what he looks like? You can’t even tell us if he’s coming back with you. You’re just faking it.”
“His work is busy, we haven’t decided if he’s coming back yet!”
“Two weeks before the holidays?” She raised an eyebrow and you pursed your lips.
“Fine. I was going to surprise you instead, but yes he’s coming back with me. And he has blond hair. Happy?” Julie only shrugged but you could hear your grandmother rejoice in the background of the call. “Look, I have to go but I’ll see you all in two weeks.”
“With Morgan! Oh, I’m so excited to meet him!”
“Yes. With Morgan.” You ended the phone call and flopped into your couch pillows before letting out a scream.
Where were you going to find a Morgan with blond hair to act as a fake-boyfriend to meet your family across the country?
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“Just call your Morgan.” Your best friend, Ivy, said as the two of you sat in Fran’s, the best diner for burger and fries past Jarvis street, for your regular lunch chat.
“No, it’d be weird! He’s known my family for a long time and we’re friends.” You shook your head while munching on your fries.
“Those are exactly the reasons you should take him! Plus, you said his name. I don’t get why you’re making it into this big deal about taking him.”
“Because it is!”
“But why? It’s not like you’re in love with him,” She said, dipping her fries in ketchup.
“About that…” You trailed off, biting your lip waiting for her reaction.
She dropped the food before it could get to her mouth. “No!”
“Look, it was when we were in high school! I was about to tell him when we moved out here, but then he was saying how there was so much on his plate and he was feeling a lot of pressure and I just didn’t want to add to that, you know?” You took a bite of your food before continuing. “I didn’t want him to resent me for telling him at such a crucial point in his life.”
“And now?”
You shrugged. “I think I’ll always have some sort of feelings for him. He was my best friend growing up.”
“You’re going to have to be really good at hiding those feelings when you’re posing as boyfriend and girlfriend with him.”
“Who said I’m asking him?”
Ivy raised her eyebrows. “Where else are you going to find a blond-haired Morgan to bring home to your family across the country in less than two weeks?” You threw a fry at her, which she grabbed and put on her own plate. “Besides, there’s no harm in asking. He can always say no.”
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“Yes.”
“Really?” You asked a little too loudly, putting your coffee mug down a little too harshly, gaining the attention of others in the cafe the two of you routinely catch up in. But you didn’t care. You were expecting a little more skepticism from Morgan when you proposed him playing a fake boyfriend role in front of your family.
“Yeah, ‘course. It’s my job to bail you out of trouble, isn’t it?” You playfully kicked him under the table. “Besides, I haven’t seen Vancouver or your family in a while. It’d be nice to go back to the old times.”
“Oh my gosh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” You said, instinctively placing a hand on his arm laid across the table. “Okay, so I don’t know when your season ends but I’m hoping we can fly out for like three days maximum, so it’ll be quick, and we can use your job as an excuse so that’ll be good. For the story, obviously we just went out one day after being friends for a long time, so that’ll be easy. You asked me out. Five or six months is a good timeline for them not knowing but also you coming home so let’s stick to that. You can’t tell your parents because my mom will be furious if Shirley knew before her. Um, Ben, my little brother – you know him–, he’s bringing his girlfriend Ruby, but she’s chill so you’ll get along with her a lot. Drew, my oldest nephew, he’s Julie’s kid and then Charlie and Julie had Rebekah the year before last and Izzy, who is James’s wife, just had baby Taylor a couple months ago so the house is going to be chaotic. You should be writing this down, you know.” You slowed down to notice that Morgan was just staring at you. “I just said so much stuff you need to remember.”
“I know your family. Trust me, it’s going to be fine. I’ll remember all that,” He assured you, placing a hand over your arm like you had done to him.
“Are you sure? I just..I can’t have this go wrong. Julie already suspects the legitimacy of this…fake relationship.”
He squeezes your arm and sends you one of his smiles that makes your heart swell. “We’ve got this in the bag.”
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You’d both decided that it’d be easiest if you came to the airport together, so you said you’d pick him up from morning practice. You were waiting in the parking garage at the arena, scrolling through your phone, until you heard footsteps. Looking up, you see Morgan, Mitch, and Willy walking towards you. You give them a shy wave, and they all return with big grins, like they knew something they didn’t. Morgan came up to you, swung an arm over your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Bye guys, safe travels,” He shouted over his shoulder, the two of you walking towards your vehicle. Once they were out of earshot, you turned to Morgan.
“What was that?”
“What?”
“That forehead kiss!”
“Oh!” His smile grew a little. “I was practicing for this weekend. Was it okay?” His slight concern made your heart beat faster and you could feel heat starting to go to your face.
“I mean, yeah, but like won’t the guys think that, you know, we’re—”
“Believe me, the guys already think we’re together.”
“What?!”
He laughed. “They asked about my plans for the holidays and I said I was going home with you. They just assumed we were dating and it felt like a lot of work to correct them. It’s okay, I promise.”
“If you say so,” you hummed. You unlatched yourself from his arm as you approached your car but Morgan stopped in his tracks and started to laugh.
“You’re still driving this old thing?” He was referring to your blue Honda you’d had since high school.
“Excuse me, you named this thing and Louise is still in great shape so of course I still drive her. Now get in.” He holds up his hands in surrender. You buckled yourself in and turned the engine over. The dash lit up like a Christmas tree and the radio was uneven again, so you hit the console a few times before it started to come out of both speakers.
“Great shape, sure.”
“Shut up.”
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Despite the busyness of the Toronto Pearson International Airport during the holidays, the two of you seemed to breeze through security and boarding. It wasn’t until you stepped onto the airplane, you’d realized just how much anxiety you got from flying.
Morgan offered to put both carry-on bags in the overhead bins and you gladly took him up the offer. You slid into your seat, immediately putting on the seatbelt and making it tight against your hips.
“We aren’t flying just yet,” He teased, sliding into the seat next to you.
“I know, it’s just that I–nevermind, it’s silly.” You murmured with a strained smile.
“No, what is it?” You met your eyes and you took a deep breath. This was Morgan, your Morgan. He’d seen you cry after you got root beer up your nose and he only laughed a little.
“Airplanes give me a lot of anxiety and I hate takeoffs. It’s just really nerve wracking for me.”
“Okay, well I’m right here. Would it help if I held your hand?” You shyly nodded, and Mo grabbed a hold of your hand, lacing your fingers together and rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand. You tried to take deep breaths but after the safety presentation, and the plane started to taxi, it got shallower and the grip on Morgan’s hand got stronger.
“I think it's time for a distraction. Want to help me out here?” He said, turning his body towards yours as much as he could. You nodded, trying not to focus on the bouncing of the wings outside your window.
“What kind of pet names do you like?”
That was…not what you were expecting but it certainly is a distraction. “I don’t really know? I didn’t name our dogs, Julie or my parents did. Why?” You look over to Morgan to see him quietly laughing to himself. “What?”
“I meant like, romantic pet names. So I can play this boyfriend role right, you know?”
“Oh,” you said, feeling your face heat up. “Uh, I don’t really know. My past boyfriends weren’t really into those.” You continued to take deep breaths as he pulled out his phone.
“Okay, cool, I’ve got a list and we can just go through them?” You nodded and he started.
“Honey?”
“We aren’t fifty years old Mo.”
“Sweetie?”
“I’m not five either,” you joked. At your attempt at humour, you say Morgan’s face lit up.
“What about sweetheart?” Your grimace made him laugh and he moved on. “Kitten? Dear? Babe? Sugar plum?”
“You can call me babe. For the weekend, of course. I like that one.”
“Of course, babe.” He winked. “And look, we’re in the air already. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You looked out and the clouds were level, the city skyline peeking through like a scene out of a movie. You look back at him to see him already looking at you. Unable to say everything you feel for him in that moment (platonically, you tell yourself), you squeeze his hand.
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As you touched back in Vancouver (still holding Morgan’s hand for safety purposes), it started to feel real. Real you were back in the city, real Morgan was here, and real that you were supposed to be acting like you’re in love.
“Hey, I’ll be right back. Hold my bag for me?” Morgan asked, once you’d deplaned and entered the airport. You nodded and shooed him off, finding a place in the nearest lounge to wait for him. You pulled out your phone and started to catch up on messages when someone beside you cleared their throat.
“Sorry to bother you but did you go to Prince of Wales Secondary School in Vancouver?” You turned towards the voice to see someone so familiar but couldn’t put a finger on who.
“Um, yes. How did you know that?”
“I’m Abigail Brown. I think you were my lab partner in high school chemistry?” As soon as she said it, it was like everything rushed back to you. The two of you were good friends but just fell out of touch as years went on.
“Oh my gosh yes! Oh my gosh, hi! How have you been?” You got out of your seat to give her a hug.
“I’ve been really good! My girlfriend and I are headed to London for the holidays.”
“Oh fun! I’ve come back for the holidays with my uh..” You trailed off, thinking of what to call this arrangement. “Morgan Reilly, do you remember him?”
“Yeah, totally. Did he come back with you?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Yeah, we’re here together.”
“No way, that’s so sweet! Back in the day, everyone was wondering when you two would get together!”
“Oh, really?” You asked, surprised. You had thought that your crush on one of your closest friends was pretty discrete.
“Yeah, a lot of us thought you’d be a cute couple. Turns out we were right,” she winked and nodded her head behind you. You turned to see Morgan coming back with two Tim Horton cups in his hands – one hot coffee for him and one Iced Capp for you. You tilted your head at his thoughtfulness.
“My flight is boarding now, but it was so nice to see you again!” Abigail said, waving briefly to Morgan before leaving with her girlfriend.
“Yeah, you too!” You called after her. “Is that coffee for me?” You asked, a wide smile on your face.
“Because it is so ridiculously early, it is,” he said, placing it in your hands. “Who was that?”
“My high school lab partner. She thought we were together, actually.”
Morgan gave you a puzzled look. “Isn’t that what she’s supposed to think?”
“I mean, I guess, but we’re really just pretending for my family, so I didn’t think she’d think we’re together.” Morgan only hummed at your response and grabbed his bag.
“Ready to head to your parents' then?”
Like coming home, the two of you navigated through the airport easily and were on your way to your parents house in no time. Outside of the Uber, looking up at your childhood home, you felt your nerves getting the best of you again. The warm Christmas lights and the three cars in the driveway should’ve calmed you down, but instead had the opposite effect.
“Okay, so, again, we’ve been dating for five months, you asked me out. We kept it a secret, so your parents don’t know either. Ruby is Ben’s girlfriend. Drew and–”
“–Rebekah are Julie and Charlie’s kids. Rebekah is two years old. James married Izzy and their baby, Taylor, was born last month,” He finished with a smile. “Told ya I’d remember it. It’s going to be fine, let’s just go see your family?” He held out his hand for you to take and you cautiously placed it in his. He tugged you up to the front door, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to ring the doorbell. He left it over your shoulder and leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“Trust me, we’ve got this.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek but before you could process what he was playing at, your mom had opened the front door.
“Oh, it is our Morgan! Thomas, I told you it was going to be him! Oh, come in, come in,” she ushered you in and your family all appeared, saying their hellos, taking your bags up to your room, placing drinks in your hands and leading you both into the living room. You settled in beside Morgan, your thighs touching each other as he reached over to entangle your hand with his.
“So, Morgan, my daughter hasn’t told us anything yet! How long have you been together?” Your mom said, once everyone was back together and catching up with the two of you.
“Couldn’t have been too recent if you brought him home with you,” Julie said, her skepticism showing through.
“Can’t be too long either since she never told us about him!” James said, nudging her.
Before you could get a word in and defend yourselves, Morgan spoke up. “We started dating five months ago. Might seem a little fast to come home for Christmas but I remember your family pretty well from when I was little. Plus, the schedule lined up really nicely this year so we figured, why not? But we decided to keep it to ourselves for the first little bit, with my job and everything. It can be a really hard adjustment. Especially with the media, I didn’t want them to freak her out.”
“Aw, how sweet of you.”
“Who asked who out?” Ruby said, curled up next to her boyfriend.
“She asked me.” Your heart stopped as Morgan deviated from the plan you’d created. “It was nice, though, so I didn’t have to rack up the courage to ask her the same thing.” He turned towards you, meeting your eyes. To your family, you were recounting your first date and how you’ve been in love since. But Morgan was trying to get away with changing the story and you were civilly throwing daggers at him.
“That’s nice. But you’ve got to get dressed, we’re still going cross country skiing this afternoon.” Julie said, standing up.
“Why?” you whined. “We’re tired from traveling.”
“Then exercise will be good for you. And it’s tradition, you can’t deprive Morgan of that.” The smile she sent you was fake and you could tell, narrowing your eyes at her.
“Yeah, babe, don’t deprive me from family traditions,” he commented, earning a small poke to his side, but you nodded, going to find your warm clothes.
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Cypress Mountain was where your family always skied on Christmas Eve. It was a tradition passed on from your grandfather, who’d done it with his father, and your family liked to keep it alive. It was a thirty minute drive, forty five in Vancouver traffic, so your head fell to Morgan’s shoulder. Soon enough, he was shaking you awake.
“We’re here, sleeping beauty,” He said softly, unbuckling your seatbelt. “Ready?”
“The better question is if you’re ready. I’ve been doing this for years,” you laughed, getting out of the car and walking towards the lodge to get Morgan skis.
“Please, I’m an athlete. I’ll be fantastic.” He grabbed your hand and your heart started to beat faster at the cute gesture, only to notice some of your family behind you, watching the two of you. Of course, it was only for show. What else would be for? You reminded yourself.
Twenty minutes later, and you were still watching Mo struggle to clip his skis in, trying not to laugh when he fell over.
“‘I’m an athlete, I’ll be fantastic’” you said, mocking him and he pouted. You unclipped your own skis and held your hands out to help him get up.
“The key is this little latch here,” you said, guiding his foot into the ski. You did the same with the other before getting yourself ready.
“Where would I be without you?” He said, as the two of you, slowly, moved to the track.
“Probably still be on the ground,” you said with a cheeky smile. You knocked his poles with yours. “Want to go this way? It’s easier than the track they’re doing,” you said, referring to the rest of your family.
He looked up at the hill your family, including your little nephew, were already halfway up and shook his head.
“If this is a family tradition, and I’m supposed to be part of your family, I should do it with them. We can join them, I’ll be okay.”
Morgan was right, for the most part. He got the hang of it pretty quickly, and soon enough you were both caught up to your family. He was smiling, and talking with your dad and brothers. You had time to catch up with Ruby and Charlie, who you never really saw in the family Zoom chats.
Until you rounded the corner and saw Morgan standing to the side. You didn’t understand why until you saw what was ahead – the hills. For your family, including daredevil Drew, it was easy. But for a beginner like Morgan? You understood why he stopped.
“If you want to turn back now, it’s okay. They’ll understand.”
He shook his head again. “I’ve got to sell this boyfriend thing, don’t I? Just…can you go first?” You nodded and made your way down, gaining some speed before slowing down and stopping at the base to watch him.
“You’ve got this, Mo, just do it!” You told him. He nodded at your words and came down slowly, mimicking the way you had just conquered the hill. His eyes were determined, the way you saw he was on the ice, and your smile got wider as he made it down successfully.
“Yes! You did it!”
That was, until he caught an edge and very ungracefully tumbled to the ground.
“Well, you mostly did it. I thought you were supposed to be coordinated!” You said in a joking manner, maneuvering over to where he was trying to get up.
“I don’t usually have these long things attached to my feet!” After his attempts, he held his hands out and you helped him stand upright again.
“Are you okay? It looked like you fell pretty hard.”
“My ego is bruised more than anything,” He mumbled.
“Why? None of them saw your wipeout.” You nodded towards your family who were all ahead and had no idea of what had happened.
“But you did.”
“It’s not like you have to impress me,” You said, waving it off and starting to move along the trail. He only huffed, settling into pace beside you.
-----
After making it back to the lodge in one piece, you all traveled back to your parent’s and sat down for a family dinner, albeit quick, as the kids’ bedtime was long ago. You helped your mom with the dishes while Morgan had “bonding time”, as he called it, with your brothers and Dad.
“I’m glad you brought Morgan home, sweetheart,” she said, breaking through the quiet sounds of washing dishes. “He’s a catch and you seem really happy with him.”
You blushed, involuntarily, and nodded. “I am really happy when I’m with him.”
There were sounds of protests and laughter, so you peeked your head around to see Ben on the couch leaning over Morgan’s lap to ruffle James’ hair, only to get caught by Morgan in a loose headlock. Your dad was laughing at their antics and you joined him. It was nice to see Morgan be so carefree, especially with the stress of the season.
“Hey!” Ben got your attention. “Your boyfriend is bullying me, tell him to stop!”
“Maybe you deserved it,” You said, moving to be behind the couch. “Morgan is usually right.”
Morgan looked at you and only let Ben free once you gave me a small nod. You leaned down over the couch, wrapping your arms around his chest. At the slight display of affection, James gagged but thankfully, Izzy came down and whisked away her husband. Ben left shortly after that and you noticed Morgan’s head starting to drop.
“Okay, we’re still on Toronto time a little bit,” You checked with Morgan, who was nodding along. “So we’re going to hit the hay, but Mom, I didn’t see the spare blankets for the pull-out couch?”
“Oh, you don’t need them, Ben has them.”
“What?” You asked, removing your hands from Morgan so he couldn’t tell how clammy they suddenly got. “Where’s Morgan going to sleep?”
“In your bed. It’ll be better for his back.” She answered.
“Where am I going to sleep?”
“In your bed.” She sighed when she saw the shock on your face. “Look, we trust Morgan. Besides, it’s a big bed and your dad and I aren’t under the impression you haven’t already slept together.” Her bluntness made you choke on your breath and Morgan patted your back, answering for you.
“Thank you Brenda. We'll be good, I promise.”
“I know you will. And if you aren’t, know I’m not above telling your mother,” She said with a smirk. “Now, goodnight.”
You both said your goodnights, and headed up to your room. Morgan shut the door behind you and you immediately started apologizing.
“I’m sorry, I was certain she’d send one of us to the basement. She never let Charlie or Izzy sleep in the same room with my siblings until they were married,” you said, rummaging through your suitcase for pajamas.
He waved you off and took a look around your room. It hadn’t changed much since high school, your parents leaving it unchanged for when you came back. The photos in the frames and on the walls were faded and each childhood trophy and trinket was covered in a small layer of dust – not enough for it to be untouched, but enough for it to be preserved.
The sound of you digging through the closet for extra pillows broke him away from your walls. There were two blankets spread out on the floor and you dropped the pillows you’d found on the space above them.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting ready for bed,” You answered. “You can get changed in the bathroom.”
“Why aren’t you in the bed?”
“Because you’re sleeping on the bed, hotshot. Can you please get changed, I want to sleep.” He huffed but nodded, slipping out of the room. When he came back to see you curled up on the floor beside the queen sized bed, he let out a small sigh and moved towards you.
“I’m not going to let you sleep on the floor. Please come sleep on the bed?” He said, standing over top of you.
“I…I don’t want it to be weird.” You said, suddenly interested in the fraying fibres of your blanket.
“It’s not going to be weird. I promise. Please?” You turned to see him with his puppy-dog eyes and you started to break.
“I don’t know Mo…”
“I’d feel better if you slept in the bed, babe, please? For me?” At that, you relented, nodding your head. He helped you up, gathering the blankets from the floor and laying them over you in the bed.
He slipped in beside you, a large margin of space between the two of you. It was silent as you got comfy and you turned off your side table light. Morgan hadn’t followed your lead, so you looked over to see him looking at his side table.
“Remember when we took this picture?” Morgan said, pointing to the only frame on the table. You didn’t even have to look at the photo to know which one he was referring to. It was the last day he spent in Vancouver before the draft and it was a few days before your graduation date. You’d taken your car to the North Shore and hiked to Lighthouse Park. The serenity of being able to see far into the ocean and see the downtown skyline was the place both of you had gone to clear your mind. You’d taken a silly selfie together but it was the one physical memento of your last time together in Vancouver. It was when you almost confessed your feelings to him.
“Of course I do. It was a good day.”
“Do you think about it a lot?” He asked, and you turned your body to face him.
“I mean, sometimes, yeah. Do you think about it a lot?”
He nodded, his eyes fixated on the picture. “Yeah. Reminds me of when life seemed normal.”
You stayed silent for a few moments, watching his eyes begin to get hazy looking at the picture. “Are you okay, Mo?”
He just nodded curtly, and turned off the light. “Goodnight.”
You couldn’t lie and say his behaviour didn’t feel like a thousand cuts to your heart but you said goodnight before turning to face away from him, like he’d done to you.
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The sun shining in from the window woke you up in the morning. You started to stir, stretching your arms and legs, but stopped when you felt arms around you. You slowly turned your head to see Morgan close to you, his arms wrapped around your waist. Sometime during the night, he must’ve moved to start cuddling you. You thought it should feel weird, being so close to your friend like this, but all you felt was a sense of calm. Being hyper aware of his arms, you shifted slightly to face him.
You took the opportunity to look at him, really look at him. Not on the TV, through his hockey gear, not in the cafe when he was conscious that anyone could recognize him, but when he was just him. The sun was shining on him, giving his skin that soft golden glow. The lines on his forehead were almost nonexistent and his beard was filling out nicely. He looked so peaceful here, like he wasn’t one of Toronto’s biggest stars. You looked at him, your face softening as he started to stir under your gaze.
“Morning sleeping beauty,” you teased in a quiet voice, the same way he’d done to you yesterday.
“Hmm, what time is it?” His voice was raspy and it took everything in yourself not to kiss him right there.
“Early,” you answered and he hummed in response. He slowly opened his eyes and must’ve noticed how close he was to you because his eyes got increasingly wider. His eyes met yours and when he didn’t see any panic or disgust in them, he relaxed, a small smile coming onto his face.
“Morning babe,” He said, pulling you a little closer to him.
“Nobody’s around, you don’t have to call me that.”
“What if I want to?”
You looked up at him, eyes wide in shock and your lips parted. What did he say? It might have been a shock to your brain, but your body seemed to long for a closeness to him. Your heart wasn’t beating faster, no, it seemed to slow down, as if the idea of a relationship with him was the only thing to calm you.
You noticed his eyes glancing down at your lips and you swallowed. Was he…what was he doing? He started to lean his head towards you and you felt yourself leaning in as well. He was close enough you could feel his breath hot on your face and see the grey flicks in his eyes. You started to close your eyes, his hand caressing your waist from under the covers, and —
“Auntie, Auntie! He came! Santa came! You have to get up! Come see!” Drew yelled through the door, pounding away as if you didn’t hear him. You broke away from Morgan, the small bubble popped by your nephew.
“We’ll be right there Drew!” you yelled back, rubbing your forehead and getting out of bed. You left Morgan in bed, running downstairs to start some coffee, desperately needing to clear your head. What just happened?
“Morning, sweetheart!” You sighed as your mom walked into the room, too chipper for how early it was. “I’ve got the pajamas for you and Morgan.”
“Morgan too?” It was a tradition to dress in matching pajamas on Christmas morning but you didn’t think it was something your parents would enforce for him.
“Yup. Go get changed, I want to take photos soon.” She placed the two pajama sets in your arms and you trudged upstairs. You figured Mo was still laying in bed so you didn’t knock, just charged right in. Maybe you should’ve knocked. But then you wouldn’t get to see Morgan shirtless. Your brain short-circuited until you saw him looking back at you and you shut your eyes.
“I’m sorry, I forgot to knock! My mom wanted me to give you these. Matching pajamas and photos before gifts is a family tradition.” You tried to pull out his pair with your eyes closed but Mo just laughed when he saw you struggling. He came closer, his distinctive cologne invading your senses. He took one of the pairs, hopefully his size, from your arms.
“You can open your eyes, it’s okay.” You slowly opened one eye to test the waters, to see he was still without a shirt. You stared at him as long as it is socially acceptable to look at your best friend shirtless, before rushing out of the room to get changed yourself.
You beat Morgan downstairs, and got started on the coffees. After buying him many hungover wake-up coffees, you knew his order by heart. You brought them out to the table, your sister and her family having their portrait taken in front of the tree.
Mo came up from behind you, wrapping his arms around you and taking a whiff of your coffee. He recoiled at the hint of chocolate.
“Yours has vanilla creamer, don’t worry,” you told him, taking a sip while watching Taylor get her first family photo in front of the tree. It was so nice to see the smiles across your family’s faces as you had this tradition. When it became Ben and Ruby’s turn, you noticed Drew starting to get a little antsy, his eyes fixated on the big box with his name on it.
“Okay, sweetheart, yours and Morgan’s turn,” your mom said, clearing the area for you two to sit.
“Oh, Mom, Drew’s looking a little antsy. We can skip ours–”
“No!” Mo interrupted you, taking one last sip of his coffee before tugging you along to sit in front of the tree. You gave him a look and smiled shyly. “It’s our first Christmas together. I want a picture. Please?”
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” You turned to the camera, plastering a smile on. You were pretty close to him, your legs touching and his arm around your shoulders. Near the end, Morgan pressed a kiss to your cheek and you blushed, the sound of the camera clicking long forgotten as you stared into his eyes.
“Auntie, can I please please open my presents from Santa now?” Drew said, once again interrupting the moment between you and Morgan.
“Of course, baby, but you have to open the ones from me and Morgan next, deal?” He shrieked and scrambled over to the boxes, ripping into his wrapping paper. You stood up, grabbing your coffee before watching your nephew and niece on Christmas morning.
“Look at how cute you two are together,” She said, tilting the camera towards you. The first one was a cute photo. Morgan had his lips pressed against your cheek and your face was scrunched up in joy. She switched it to the next one, where the two of you were looking into each other’s eyes. He had the softest, earnest smile on his face. “I swear, I haven’t seen any people so in love since Ben met Ruby. I’m so glad you brought him home.”
“Thanks, Mom.” You put on the best fake-smile you could, and turned back to the kids, trying not to think about how they two of you did look in love. But it wasn’t real and your stomach sunk. You took a seat on the couch, talking to Rebekah about her new doll and watching Drew drive his toy cars across the coffee table.
“Who are these from?” you dad asked, holding up some small packages wrapped in blue paper.
“Oh, those are from me sir.” Morgan spoke up from behind you, moving to sit beside you. “There should be one for everyone.” Your dad nodded and handed them out to everyone while you turned to your fake-boyfriend.
“Mo, I told you you didn’t have to bring anything,” you said, eyeing everyone tearing into their small gifts.
“Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” He winked at you, before turning to see their reactions. You were glad you’d turned too.
Everyone was holding up a different variety of a Toronto Maple Leafs keychain. Ben held one with a bottle opener on it and Drew held one that had skate on it. Some of them had the shape of Ontario with them or a special spinny part in the middle.
“You’re really banking on us liking you, eh?” Julie said, holding up her Rielly jersey keychain.
“I’m planning on sticking around for a while. I figure you’ll be fans sooner or later,” he laughed off your sister’s hazing and assured your parents it was the least he could do. He turned to you. “And I didn’t forget you either.”
“What? No. Babe, I thought we were doing gifts back in Toronto?” If you’d known, you would’ve gotten him something, but he seemed unfazed. He brought out a medium box and placed it in your lap.
“Are you sure? I didn’t bring anything for you,” you whispered to him. He just nodded and told you to open it. You ripped into the wrapping paper, opened the box, and tore out the tissue paper only to stop.
“You didn’t.”
���I did,” He said, his face growing. “Bring it out, let’s see it.”
You lifted out of the box a dark wash denim jacket, the same one you’d been trying to rationalize buying for the past three months. It was your size and you couldn’t help but run your fingers over the seams, tracing the buttons.
“Check the inside,” Morgan said, leaning over your shoulder. You turned your head to see him slightly blushing, and you turned to the jacket’s inside as quickly as you could. Inside there was a small label stitched in. Upon closer inspection, you read what it said and your breath hitched.
You’ve got a smile that could light up this whole town. Don’t forget it. Love, your Morgan
“Mo, I don’t even know what to say. This is-this is perfect. I love it, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He pressed a kiss to your temple, before slipping out of the room, both empty mugs in his hands. Your heart started to beat faster again, and as you stared down at the inscription, you had to remind yourself that it didn’t mean anything special. He was acting like your boyfriend, but he wasn’t your boyfriend. This was all fake, and this must’ve been a part of it; a show for your family to make sure you didn’t get in trouble.
You shoved those feelings deep inside you, instead focusing on the Christmas spirit your family had. The living room was full of laughs and someone had turned on the Christmas music. Morgan came back and sat beside you, his arm resting comfortably over the back of the couch and you couldn’t help but curl into his side. The kids came over and asked to play with Morgan and he eagerly agreed, switching from playing cars to dolls to lifting them up to play the airplane game. Like the Grinch, your heart grew three sizes watching him interact with your family – the way he was so patient and sweet with them meant everything, even if he was just pretending.
Later, your Grams arrived and Morgan was quick to win her over as well. You bit your lip, trying to stop from smiling so wide as you watched him help her with her coat, and lead her over to where he was sitting.
“Do you mind holding her for a few minutes?” Izzy said, coming over with Taylor in her arms.
“Of course not! Come ‘ere, darling girl.” You rocked the baby in your arms, sometimes looking over to where Morgan was. Sometimes you even catch him looking at you. You took Taylor’s little hand and waved at him, and he over-enthusiastically waved back, making you laugh.
“You picked a good one, you know? The two of you are really adorable together.” Izzy said, coming back to take her daughter from you.
“Thanks Iz. He’s just…” You trailed off, trying to describe the situation. “I couldn’t imagine doing all of this with anyone else.” And it was the truth. From the plane ride to skiing to the gifts this morning, you couldn’t fathom bringing back a stranger and pulling this off in the same way.
“Sounds like you’ve found the one then.” Her comment made you choke on air and turned into a full coughing fit. Before you knew it, Morgan was beside you, his blue eyes full of concern.
“Are you okay?” His hand was rubbing your upper back as you continued to cough. You nodded as best you could, and he turned to get his cup. When you seemed to be finished, he handed it to you.
“Here, drink. It’s water.” You gulped down the water and sighed.
“Thank you.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m good, thank you. I’m just going to get my lip balm; will you be okay on your own for a while?” You asked, placing a hand on his arm.
“It’s your family, not war,” He laughed. “Go, I’ll be fine.”
You smiled at his comment and gave him a quick cheek peck before making your way out of the room. In the bathroom, you took a breather, trying to stop your cheeks from blushing. Whatever you were doing with Morgan, it felt real. But it wasn’t, and you had to keep reminding yourself of that before you got hurt.
When you exited, Grams was standing outside the door.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize someone was waiting,” you said, quickly leaving the bathroom but she waved you off.
“Oh, I haven’t been here that long. But dear, my goodness, that Morgan. He’s a keeper, dear. You hold onto him, you hear me? With him, you’ll be happy for the rest of your life.” She said, patting your cheek before walking past you to the bathroom. You stood in shock for a moment at her words, before taking a deep breath and moving on.
You were just friends.
You repeated that to yourself as you sat next to him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. You repeated it again when he moved your legs into his lap, caressing your ankle. You said it again when he snagged the race car, arguably the best Monopoly piece, only to give it to you, taking the lame iron for himself.
“Hey, can I talk to you?” Julie said, tapping your shoulder, just before Monopoly (another family tradition) started. You nodded, and lifted your legs out of Mo’s lap. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before following her into the kitchen.
“What’s up?”
“I wanted to apologize.” You furrowed your brows a little bit. “You know, for thinking your relationship was fake? It was wrong for me to think your relationship wasn’t serious but…I was just trying to look out for Mom and Dad. You don’t see how worried they get when you say you don’t have anyone in that big city. You’re the youngest, they’re always going to worry. And it’s just …You never even remotely told me about anyone and I didn’t want you to be faking it, just to get them off your back. But I was wrong and I’m sorry if it seemed like I was doubting your relationship. He’s perfect for you, and you seem really happy together.”
It was everything you’d been wanting to hear – that even the most skeptic of your family bought your lie and was happy for Christmas. But no relief came like you thought it would; only a lump forming in your throat. “Thanks Julie, that…that means a lot. Would you excuse me please?”
You slipped out of the room, taking the stairs two at a time. You paced around for a few moments, before sitting on the edge of your bed, placing your head in your hands. You’ve gotten in too deep now and it’s going to hurt everyone — yourself included — when you have a ‘breakup’. Your mom will resent Morgan, sweet sweet Morgan, and he’ll probably get chewed out by his own mother, and it’ll all be your fault. You did this to your family, to Morgan, to yourself.
“What’s wrong?” Morgan said, leaning against your doorframe.
“Julie thinks we’re dating. Like for real. They all do. ” At your words, he pushed off the wall and sat beside you on the bed, his hands dangerously close to touching yours. You move them into your lap before you can’t function.
“And that’s a bad thing?”
“Yes.”
“I thought that was the whole point of this? To make them think we’re dating?”
“No, it was. It’s just….” You trailed off, looking down at your hands.
“It’s just what?”
“It’s too much, okay!” You stood up and turned to face him. “Like you’re here. You’re in Vancouver again, with me again, in my parent’s house like we’re fifteen again! You can’t be around like this and expect me not to think about the road not taken! And it doesn’t seem to bother you! And I don’t like lying! I don’t need to be lying to both our families, your teammates, my friends! I don’t need to be lying to myself that I don’t enjoy this! It feels wrong. I know we lied a lot as kids, but it feels different this time. It feels like people are going to get hurt and I don’t think I was prepared for that.”
He took a moment. “We don’t have to lie, you know.”
“What do you mean? We’re fake dating; fake indicating lies.” You crossed your arms across your chest.
He took another moment, taking a deep breath. “We don’t have to be fake dating. We could…be dating for real.”
“What?” you whispered.
“Can I be honest here? Like really honest?” He asked, and you could only nod slightly. “I thought you would’ve got your head out of your ass by now. I thought you had feelings for me.
"Why do you think you said my name? You could’ve said any other name but you said mine. You could’ve found any other Morgan in Toronto but you asked me. You could’ve come clean to them! There were a thousand ways you could’ve gotten out of this but you didn’t! I thought that meant we had something special; that you were finding excuses to bring me here.” He sees your blank, shocked face as a sign to continue.
“And now that we’re here? Back in our hometown? It just all rushes back to me about how I didn’t tell you how I felt. Then I spend the days doing your family traditions and seeing you so happy with Drew and Rebekah and thinking that I could’ve had this a long time ago. But I was a coward and I don’t know if I can make the same mistake again.”
“What are you talking about?” You said breathlessly.
“When we were at Lighthouse Park that day, I almost told you I loved you. But I didn’t. And I went to Toronto and tried to forget the huge regret I’d made. I can’t- I can’t do that again. I love you. I have loved you since we were kids. I didn’t want you to be tied down when you moved out so I didn’t say anything and I tried to forget how I felt about you. But in two days, you’ve made me fall for you all over again and I can’t go back to how things were. I won’t. I don’t want to be your fake boyfriend when I am irrevocably in love with you. I want this,” He stood up and walked closer to you, his fingers reaching out for yours. “I want this to be real.”
“Mo…holy shit.”
“Yeah. It’s a lot, I know.” He went to step back, to give you space after everything he said, but you held onto his hand tighter.
“No, like holy shit, I was going to tell you I loved you that day too.” One of your hands traveled to rest on his cheekbone as you caressed his soft skin. “I didn’t want to give you more pressure as you started your career; that wouldn’t be fair. But some part of me has always wanted this to be real.”
“Really?” The corners of your mouth started to lift up as you nodded. “Can I kiss you?” He asked, ever the gentleman.
“Please.” And less than a second later, his mouth was on yours. Maybe it was a good thing you waited so long, because this was better than anything you could’ve imagined at eighteen. His hands found your waist, and pulled you closer, deepening the kiss.
When you finally pulled away for air, you pressed your forehead against his. “Wow.”
“You’re telling me.” You giggled at him and played with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“Guess you can tell the team we’re dating for real life now.”
He laughed and pulled you in for another kiss. “For real life, eh?”
“For real life. As long as you’ll have me. ”
“Forever then, babe.” He winked, squeezing you tight. “Now let’s go join the family, yeah? Gotta beat my in-laws at Monopoly.”
His antics had you in laughter all the way down the stairs, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. There was happiness because of him.
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Morgan Rielly - Hold me
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Request: "I'm right here baby, it's okay." with Morgan Rielly
TW: mentions of death.
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You used to be afraid of the darkness when you were a kid, and that fear has never gone away. It wasn't a big fear now that you were older. You could control being in the dark, but not when the entire home is completely pitch black.
You kept yourself occupied by watching television shows while waiting for Morgan to return home. He was finishing up the post-game interviews. You both planned to watch a movie when he got home like you always did when he was gone for a significant amount of time.
It wasn't even halfway through the show when the lights and the television both went out at the same time. You moved your gaze over to the hallway for a moment. It was dark, too. Your heart rate started to quicken.
‘This was not happening.’ you mumbled.
You frantically searched the bed, patting it repeatedly to see if you could find your phone. You found it after rustling the blankets for a bit. You quickly unlocked your phone with no wasted time. You called Morgan's number. It rang and rang until it reached his voicemail. You made a number of attempts, but you were only able to reach his voicemail. You persisted in trying until your phone finally died.
You felt shivers rush through your body at the thought of being in the dark by yourself with no one else around to comfort you. You tightened the hold on the blanket bringing it up to cover what was to the side of you. It would be apparent to everyone there was nothing there, but the image of the darkness engulfing you was racing through your head like a freight train was all you could think about.
You had no idea how long you had been huddled up in your blankets you knew it had to be at least an hour. No matter how hard you tried to go to sleep, you were unable to do so because it was simply impossible to even close your eyes in the never-ending void of darkness.
You sat there and waited for an extremely long time, the only sound you could hear is the hooting of owls and the crickets in the distance.
That’s until you heard the front door close making the house's walls vibrate slightly. You feared the worst thoughts like; ‘what if someone broke in.’ and ‘am I going to die’ clouded your mind.
You temporarily shut your eyes as you listened to the sound of footsteps ascending the staircase. You were powerless to stop yourself from releasing a muffled sob as your tears soaked into the pillow. It was simple as that it was like in all horror movies. The power cuts and then someone dies.
"Baby… baby?" You were able to make out Morgan's voice, but your vision was hazy because the tears that were streaming down your face made it difficult to see clearly.
You could feel hands encircling your body. The scent of the cologne instantly calms and soothes you, putting you at ease. It was Morgan all along. You had absolutely nothing to be concerned about.
Morgan's hand briefly combed through your hair before returning to his previous position of massaging your back. You were able to stop crying and calm down.
“Why didn’t you answer.” You sniffled.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m here now.” He whispered planting a soft kiss on your head.
“Don’t leave.” You sighed feeling your eyes get heavier and heavier to the point you couldn’t open them.
“I’m right here baby, it’s okay. I’m never going to leave you." He shushed you when you tried to speak a few more words, but he kept reassuring you.
"I'll hold you until you wake up I promise."
Those words made you feel comfortable enough to drift off. No more worries. You were safe and Morgan would protect you -- you were aware of that now. He was your protector and would hold you until the morning came around.
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breeding kink headcanon - Morgan Rielly
- breeding kink Morgan who can’t decide what he thinks is hotter –coming deep inside you, watching it drip back out of you, or the thought of getting you pregnant and watching you grow round with his child
- breeding kink Morgan who doesn’t have a preference
- breeding kink Morgan who is looking forward to being a dad
- breeding kink Morgan who is looking forward to the trying part just as much
- breeding kink Morgan who loves you
- breeding kink Morgan who loves the trust you put in each other, allowing him to come deep inside you and make you his
- breeding kink Morgan who just wants to fuck you until you’re full of him and only him for the rest of your lives
- breeding kink Morgan who leaves the timeline up to you
- breeding kink Morgan who is content with whatever you give him
- breeding kink Morgan who would be over the moon when you tell him you’re ready to try for real
- breeding kink Morgan who tells you how much he loves you and how amazing you are
- breeding kink Morgan who is so grateful that you’re letting him breed you
- breeding kink Morgan who makes love
- breeding kink Morgan who fucks you full
- breeding kink Morgan who holds you close after, letting you calm down and settle into his arms
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- breeding kink Morgan who just loves being with you
- breeding kink Morgan who is looking forward to getting you pregnant but wouldn’t mind trying for a while
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- breeding kink Morgan who goes a little nesting crazy
- breeding kink Morgan who spends all his free time getting a nursery ready
- breeding kink Morgan who talks to your bump all the time, telling your unborn child how much he loves them
- breeding kink Morgan who can’t wait until he’s a dad
- breeding kink Morgan who’s secretly already thinking about the next one
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Dilf Day with Morgan Rielly! Can you imagine him with a chubby blond baby boy, with his blue eyes, just the cutest thing in the world, and how much he would love the baby, how cute would it be playing with him on his tummy time, trying to feed him and putting him to sleep 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰
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this is the last blurb, so a special thank you to everyone who sent things in. sorry, i know it took a month, but here it is. now, onto the next special night that i've also been working on for a month.
"can you say "dada"?" morgan asked, enunciating the word's syllables. your daughter, scarlett, looked up at her father, her bright blue eyes full of confusion, "dada?" he repeated.
"ma ma." she stated, and morgan groaned.
"come on, scar, dada."
"look, mo, i know it sucks, but you just have to accept that she likes me more." you joked.
"come on, scar, say dada."
"it's okay, scar. it's naptime." you picked her up out of the high chair and carried her towards her room. after putting her down for her nap, you made your way into the living room and found morgan on his computer.
you glanced at his screen, and saw him looking at baby toys, "seriously, mo?"
"what?"
"you can't buy a baby's love."
"of course i can."
"i was joking, you know. of course, she loves you."
"i know she does, but come on, look at how cute this toy is." he showed you the screen.
taylor's dilf day!
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always going to be you
a/n: here’s my day 4 drop and made me realize how much i need a hug from mo </3
pairing: morgan rielly x fem!reader
warnings: starts off w a shitty boyfriend, highschool!morgan, next door neighbors trope
word count: 1.4k
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series masterpost
“there’s a nice sitting area out here” your boyfriend ian said, stepping out of your window to sit on a piece of the roof. “yeah, love to go out there to clear my head sometimes,” you mumble while scrummaging to find your car keys. “okay got them, let’s go!” you said, jingling the keys before ian crawled back in.
as you headed out for your car, morgan rielly — your neighbour — walked past you. you gave him a small smile before saying a soft hello in which he did the same to you. his eyes only looking at your boyfriend for a minute before he jogged back inside his home. you could say morgan was an acquaintance, you’ve shared some nice conversations with each other, you’ve also playfully bickered with each other but it never meant no harm (most of the time). there were a few moments shared with morgan that were different then most, and it never felt wrong. though, they were always buried the next day, when your significant others would come over and your focus shifted to them.
ian didn’t notice morgan’s presence, more preoccupied in making sure his hair looked good in the car mirror. the two of you then drove over to lexi’s, a classmate who was throwing a birthday party for herself. your boyfriend always got invited to these parties listed as “exclusive”. you’ve been to a few since you’ve been together, it wasn’t necessarily your cup of tea but your boyfriend never wasted an invitation.
her house was already packed even though it was technically early which meant lexi was still expecting a lot more people. ian grabbed your hand and took you to the refreshments table. he said hello to some of his football teammates while you grabbed some “spiked” punch for the two of you.
you followed him around, mingling with the few people you actually knew. at some point it seemed like you lost ian, though you were distracted by lexi blabbering about what her parents are getting her for her 18th birthday. he suddenly appeared behind you, kissing your cheek and whispering sweet things in your ear. it didn’t take long for you to excuse yourself from the one-sided conversation you were having with lexi and head to your car to drive back to your place.
“i lost you for a minute” you mumbled against ian’s lips as he guided you up to your room. “hmm you know chuck, he always wants to show me something” he said rolling his eyes. you sat down on your bed as he went to go close the curtains, “bless your parents for not being here” he says before taking off his shirt and quickly going back into the space between your legs. you giggled as he went straight to attack your neck “yeah bless them”
morgan watched your curtains close from the side of his eyes. he tried not to focus on the bad feeling he got from ian earlier today. it wasn’t any of his business anyways. he trusted that you knew what you were doing, and that you were smart to know who’s wrong for you. that's all he ever wanted for you, for you to be happy. he loved it when you smiled, your cheery laugh could provide anyone with a bit of serotonin. mo could definitely attest to that.
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you were practically skipping to school, reminiscing on the great night you had with ian. that was until people began staring at you in school, whispering things in their friends’ ears. you didn’t know what was happening, so you tried to find ian on the football field during lunch.
a few of his teammates gave awkward looks as you walked passed them, “ian!” you called out, he was standing by a couple of his closest friends talking. “ian! hey do you know why everyone’s acting-”
“she was so hot guys, so tigh-”
“ian?” you said quietly, looking at the same photo they were looking at. it was ian and some blonde in a bed in what seemed like lexi’s house.
“babe!” he said, turning around and throwing the phone to one of his pals. “what are ya doing here, haha, you said you were gonna catch lunch with daisy”
“you’re a fucking piece of shit you know that. god i’m so STUPID” you yelled, grabbing a helmet from a guy near you and throwing it right at ian’s face.
“y/n! hey come on babe, come back. let me-” ian said walking after you, “FUCK YOU” you yelled back at him.
you ran home, running up to your room and crying. when hours passed, you were more disgusted than heartbroken. that your mind didn’t even think of wondering where he was when you lost him at that party. instead being seduced by him and sleeping with him- right after that bitch.
“hey” morgan said, as he saw you sitting on the roof outside of your window. your knees to your face, you looked up at him. “doing okay?” he asked, not too pleased to see you in such a low mood.
“you don’t know?” you ask him, picturing the whole town would have known by now. he shook his head while he came out and sat on his own roof. “ian cheated on me, with some blonde chick, at lexi’s party last night. the same party i went to with him. and the same night i slept with him.”
“fuck him” morgan blurted out. “yeah that’s what i said after i threw a football helmet at him.” morgan laughed, before quietly saying “yet not even half of what he deserves though.” you nodded, “tell me about it”
“hey, i have hockey practice right now. but um, i know your parents aren’t home, so do you want to go get some food. like major comfort food, chicken nuggets, fries and ice cream to dip them in? or whatever you want. you know, like what you did for me last time” morgan rambled, you smiled at his caring offer.
“yeah sure! sounds nice.” you replied, knowing how much he appreciated it last time he had a rough time with some girl. he nodded “alright! i’ll ring your doorbell when i’m back then”
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morgan really helped cheer your spirits. also helping to not even pay no mind to the incident anymore, that there was no point to dwell on such an asshole of a guy. the two of you got to talking, catching up on each other's lives. you realized how much he understood you, how sometimes you didn't even feel the need to share your own thoughts because he was already thinking them. the two of you relishing on the nice things happening for the two of you. morgan even invited you to go see him in one of his hockey tournaments. in which you told him you’re interested in attending and definitely ready to chirp him on his skills.
the next day you sat at home, your parents finally back. while scrolling through your phone, you stumbled across a video of ian getting punched by another boy. the boy said a few things to ian before turning around and walking away. you laughed a bit as you got up and ran out of your house. quickly walking up to morgan’s house, you rang the doorbell. mo answered the door not too long after.
“you did this for me?” you asked, holding up the phone watching how he smirked. “maybe.”
you hugged him, your mind not coming up with anything else to do. morgan pulled you into the house, closing the door and grabbing your cheeks. you looked into his soft blue eyes, his fluffy hair tickling your forehead. “can i kiss you?” he whispered.
you nodded, letting your eyes close as his lips connected with yours ever so gently. when he broke the kiss, his hands fell down to hold your hips. “you know, y/n, i can’t even really tell you the day i fell in love with you. maybe because there wasn’t a single day that i didn’t.” you gave him a small laugh, your eyes sort of getting teary, “thank you.”
his lips curved into a smile, “for what? for loving you?” he asked. “and for waiting for me. waiting until i realized what i need was always just under my nose. or across from my room” you smiled.
he wiped one of your tears away with his thumb. “it was always going to be you for me y/n.”
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Morgan Rielly needs more love! “Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.” Please?
Mo needs all the love! I agree! And it’s something that @broadstbroskis and I have talked about a lot, so I’m glad to contribute to spreading that love.
“Stop getting crumbs all over my bed.”
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“Rise and shiny, sleepyhead!”
Your boyfriend Morgan groaned at your cheerful voice, pressing his face into the pillow as you laughed, setting down the tray of food you’d brought in from the kitchen.
“Too early,” he mumbled, voice muffled completely.
“It’s 10am, don’t be a grump. Besides, I made us breakfast,” you mused, drawing open the curtains to let in some daylight.
Morgan turned his head to face you, not moving any further than that, although he had a sleepy smile on his face now. “You made breakfast for us?”
You knew that would perk him up a bit.
“Mmhmm, a giant cheesy omelette to share, toast with peanut butter, and some fresh fruit sliced up,” you grinned, sitting down on the bed with your back cushioned against the headboard.
“Now you’re just spoiling me,” Morgan murmured, smiling that sweet smile as he rolled onto his side, propping his head up with a hand, “what’s the big occasion?”
“I figured it was worth celebrating you staying over for the first time. We’ve always stayed at your place and I, well, it feels right doing something special,” you admitted.
You could only imagine what your face looked like, feeling heat rise to your cheeks, even more so as Morgan smiled fondly up at you.
“You’re amazing.”
“Oh my god, it’s just breakfast in bed,” you huffed in amusement.
But Morgan just shook his head, still smiling. “No-one’s ever made me breakfast in bed before. I should’ve stayed over sooner.”
You just laughed, rolling your eyes even as one of his hands came to rest on your thigh over the covers.
“Let’s eat before the omelette gets too cold,” you mused.
Without waiting for a response, you pulled the tray from the nightstand over your lap, making sure it was in reach of Morgan where he stayed lying on his side. With his hand propping his head up, making his bicep bulge just how you liked, he looked like a Greek statue come to life, just for your viewing pleasure. Morgan caught you staring at him, his soft smile turning a little sharper even as his cheeks pinked a little with delight, and he reached for a fork in silence. The two of you talked about everything and nothing, light-hearted conversation as you picked at your food, slowly sharing the tray until there was nothing left. It was relaxed, and chilled, and sweet, and bliss, even as Morgan’s laughter caused him to drop the last slice of toast.
“You are a nightmare. Stop getting crumbs all over my bed, Mo,” you laughed, glad it had landed peanut butter-side up.
“S’not my fault I’m a messy eater,” Morgan shrugged, smiling up at you, “but I am sorry.”
You just laughed softly, shaking your head at him before leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips, tongue swiping over his and getting a taste of the sweet fruit lingering on his lips. Just as sweet as him.
“Hmm, I suppose it is my fault for bringing us breakfast in bed,” you mused, as you sat back upright.
Morgan just grinned. “I will never complain about breakfast in bed,” he laughed, “And I can change the sheets later…after we’ve messed them up some more.”
You gasped theatrically, clutching at fake-pearls, only making Morgan laugh harder.
“Well I never!” you teased, raising a hand to your forehead in a faux-swoon.
“The day you’re a Southern Belle is the day I don’t get food everywhere when I eat,” Morgan snorted.
Rude. You just swatted his shoulder lightly, sticking your tongue out at him, your boyfriend just sticking his tongue out at you in return, making you laugh all over again. This may have been the first time the two of you had eaten breakfast in bed together, but you no doubt it wouldn’t be the last.
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emotional support nhl fic recs:
mat barzal:
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four times you sat in Matthew’s chair + the one time they called him out by: @extratragic
All For You (4 times you tried to tell Brady you loved him, and the one time Matty did it for you) by: @comphersjost
More Than Morning Sickness by: @hockeylvr59
Whatever Life Throws At You by: @raysofcrosby
on the line by: @tkachuckycheese
making love in hotel rooms by: @hookingminor
consequences by: @midnightsnyx
Patience Is A Virtue by: @spine-buster
Falling From Grace by: @mbarzals
sidney crosby:
call me crosby by: @barzzal
To Sail Beyond The Sunset by: @spine-buster
william nylander:
Ten Day War by: @whockeywhore
The President Wears Prada by: @spine-buster
Told You So by: @puckinghell
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Alone, Together by: @spine-buster
What Keeps You Up At Night by: @puckinghell
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Famous Baby Blurb (The Night Out)
You threw your head back allowing the shot of vodka to burn as it went down your throat. You giggled leaning forward, placing the glass back down on the table.
“What number is that?” Willy yelled from across the table.
“8?” You questioned turning your head to look at Auston for confirmation.
“No!” He objected. “I think it’s 9.”
“No.” You protested back. “We had four at Mitch and Steph’s, two when we first got here, and then these two.” You gestured down to the four shot glasses on the table.
“Nuh uh” Auston shook his head. “We had one in the car over here too.”
You tried to remember the car ride to the bar but it felt like it was hours ago now and impossible to recall. “It doesn’t matter, we’re still tied.”
“You can’t admit you’re wrong.” Auston crossed his arms, smirking over at you.
“Yes I can.”
“Then say it.”
“Say what?”
“Say you’re wrong and I’m right.”
“Auston,” you sighed “please just be grateful that I’m even talking to you.”
“You should be the one that’s grateful. Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your spot right now.”
“Enough for your inflated ego to talk about it.”
Auston shrugged pushing your now empty shot glasses to the edge of the table for one of the workers to pick up. “I’m just saying you should feel special.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m (y/f/n) (y/l/n), I don’t need anyone to make me feel special.”
It was now Auston’s turn to roll his eyes, “And I’m the one with the big ego?”
“Talk to me when you’re the number one artist in the world”
“Don’t need to worry about it, I’m the number one hockey player in the world.”
“Were options limited this past year?” Your sarcastic tone and tilt of the head didn’t phase Auston.
“They actually chose me based on my skill, not me performing with autotune and short skirts.”
“Sorry what was that” you cupped your left ear “I couldn’t hear you over my auto tuned song.”
Your song that has sat at the #1 spot on the charts for the past few weeks played through the speakers. It was perfect timing. You never got used to hearing your own voice or watching other people sing along to your words, but it was also the best feeling.
You smirked as Auston got up from the table without another word knowing that you won that conversation. You hummed along as ‘Thank u, next’ slowly faded into another song.
“Here.” Auston returned to the table sitting down another shot in front of you. “To inflated egos.”
You laughed, but raised your glass with his and threw the liquid back down your throat.
The night carried on much like the beginning, but somewhere along the way you lost count of your shots, but it got to a point where you no longer cared. You were beyond drunk, but this was the first time in a while you were actually able to enjoy yourself.
Your world tour was about to start up and you knew this was the only break you’d be having for a while. You planned to leave Toronto the next day, go back home to spend time with your family for a few days and then tour starts.
“She’s hammered.” Justin watched as you swayed to the music, holding onto Steph.
“At least they’re having fun.” Morgan commented, also watching all the girls giggle and dance together.
“How many shots did you guys end up taking?”
“Twelve, but she thinks it’s higher.” Auston explained, “she’s been cut off since midnight, I payed the bartender to replace all of her drinks and shots with water.”
Both Morgan and Justin shared a look and then put their attention onto Auston.
“What?” Auston asked noticing the way they were looking at him.
“That’s just a nice thing to do for someone you hate.” Morgan shrugged not wanting to make it a big deal.
“I figured her getting alcohol poisoning would put a hold on the whole tour thing. Consider it community service.”
“Well, thank you for your service.” Morgan chuckled standing up, “but I’m getting Tessa and we’re going to go home before she damages something.”
As morgan approached the group of girls to grab his wife you all immediately began booing and begging him to let Tessa stay a little longer. When it became clear your pleas weren’t going to work you all made your way back to the group.
You attempted to place your glass down on the table but it slipped out of your hand and landed with a thud on the ground.
“Okay.” Justin picked up the glass. “That’s it your done for the night.”
“No.” You pouted crossing your arms. “I out drank Auston, so now I’m celebrating.” You refused to take no for an answer leaning across the table to grab another glass.
“Nope.” Auston picked up the glass before you could reach it.
“Auston.” You glared at him from across the table.
“You won, there’s nothing else to prove, time to go home.” Auston leaned back, knowing there would be no argument and that his word would be final.
“Don’t talk to me like im a child.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
“Justin.” You huffed and turned too quickly toward your best friend causing you to stumble, but the mishap didn’t stop you, “Tell Auston to shut up.”
But before he could respond Morgan and Tessa were back, “We have a problem. Papparazi are outside and they aren’t leaving until you two come out. Morgan pointed toward you and Justin.
“She can’t even walk straight right now.” Justin pointed at you leaning against the table for support.
“Okay then what do we do because we have about 30 minutes until this place closes.” Willy reminded all of you looking down at his watch.
“I can call and get one of my guys to pick us up out front.” Justin gestured between himself and Hailey. “But I’m not letting her go out there like this.” He gestured toward you.
“Tell Mike to come around to the back.” Auston learned your drivers name from earlier when he dropped you all off at the bar. You insisted he take you, not trusting anyone else. “I’ve got an idea.”
Once the plan was set into place, Morgan, Tessa, Mitch, Steph, Willy, and a few of the younger guys all left first. Justin and Hailey prepared to leave next, preparing you as well without you knowing.
“Trust me. You guys go out the front and at the same time I’ll take her out the back, they’ll never know.” Auston reassured Justin.
“She’s gonna fight you, once she realizes what’s going on.”
“I can handle her.”
As Justin and Hailey walked toward the front door you frowned realizing that they were actually leaving not going to get another round like you thought.
Auston picked you up and placed you over his shoulder before you could react. You immediately began hitting his back and yelling at him to put you down. He got you to the back where Mike was waiting and placed you in the car getting in after.
“Don’t ever do that again!” You yelled stressing the first two words.
“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on it.” Auston put his hands up in defense.
“First off, I dont need you man handling me to get me out of a bar!” You yelled throwing your arms in the air, “Secondly, why did you wake him up?” Your finger flew toward the front seat.
Mike had been working as your driver since the beginning and more often than not where you went he followed. However, you never liked to make him stay up late just for you.
“You couldn’t stand up straight, let alone walk.” Auston fired back his voice also rising to match yours. “And it was either wake him up or your picture would be on the front page of every magazine tomorrow morning, drunk and stumbling.” Auston didn’t expect you to be overjoyed with how things went down, but he didn’t intend for you to be so ungrateful.
You knew you were wrong, but being stubborn was something you were good at. And you weren’t ready to apologize yet, so you crossed your arms and shifted your body so you were facing the window.
You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or all the bumps in the Toronto streets but you soon began to feel sick.
“Mike, can I please have a bag?” You asked waiting for the plastic bag to be handed back. As soon as it was you were throwing up into it.
You felt hands that could only belong to Auston bundle your hair into a ponytail as he held it out of your face. You wished you only got sick once, but unfortunately it was three more times before you sat back up. You tied up the bag and placed it on the ground and wiped your mouth.
“Thank you.” You mumbled as Auston let go of your hair and sat back in his seat.
“Don’t mention it.” He replied. The car fell back into silence and that’s how it remained for the rest of the drive.
The next morning you left Toronto very early, but not before you dropped off a gift at Scotiabank arena. Auston arrived to afternoon practice expecting it to be a tough one, but what he didn’t expect was the envelope waiting in his locker for him. It was blank except for one sentence ‘thank you and I’m sorry’
He opened up the envelope and smiled at the contents. Inside were six vip tickets to your show in Arizona along with backstage passes.
It was over three months ago when Auston explained that his little cousins loved you and wanted to attend your concert but it sold out before they could buy tickets, of course this admission was also followed by a jab about him not understanding why anyone would want to see you. But you remembered the conversation and figured it was the start to an apology.
He tucked the envelope into his bag and sent you a quick text. ‘Thanks, I’ll see you in Arizona’
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worth it ; joseph woll
She frowned as she walked into their shared apartment knowing that Joseph is usually at the couch these days when she gets home as he’s been recovering from an injury and waits at the couch for her when she is coming home.
“Jo baby?” She called out frowning in concern when she got no response, she set down her purse and keys at the entrance table, walking through their apartment in Toronto towards the kitchen seeing some light shine from there.
She walked around the corner into the kitchen pausing at the door and smiled slightly at the kitchen, candles lite around the kitchen and dinning table, multiple bouquets of flowers, she could smell her favorite meal and saw it on two plates, her favorite wine already poured into her wine glass, and she could see the cookies on the counter from the bakery that Joseph and her love and she saw Joseph standing there with his sweet smile and had on her favorite sweater on him.
“Jo my love whats all this?” She soflty questions walking towards him and gently grabbing his hands softly caressing them with her thumbs.
"i notice the little efforts you make for me.. and i just want you to know i appreciate it." Joseph Woll responded softly, smiling lovingly down at his beautiful girlfriend.
He knows she’s not the biggest in words and he’s more than okay with her showing her love in her actions. Even after long days of work she’s come home to him being grumpy and in pain and never complained once and he just needed to make sure that she knows he never takes her for granted.
She could feel her face softening even more, in complete adoration for her sweet boy and leaned up on her toes in her heels and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, “Thank you.” She smiled softly before her stomach rumbled making them break into laughter.
“Come on sweetheart let’s get you some food.” Joseph gently guided her to the dinning room table sliding out her chair for her, letting her sit down before he bent down and slipped of her heels setting them beside the table before he sat down at the spot next to her intertwining his hands to her.
He listened intently as she spoke about her day as they ate their dinner together.
“and then she-“ She trailed off seeing Joseph staring at her, “What?” She smiled looking at him.
“You’re beautiful.” He responded leaning down resting his forehead against hers, his thumb reached up and brushed the sauce off the corner of her lips and he licked it his thumb relishing in the sharp intake from his girlfriend.
“Joey… I want to at least wait to eat dessert first.” She playfully warned knowing fully well what he was doing having been on the receiving end of his flirtatious actions for many years now.
“Well i want mine now and besides it will be here after.” He leaned even closer brushing his lips against her and twirling her hair between his fingers.
“It better be worth it Joseph Woll.” She playfully smirked as she whispered her words against his lips.
“It always is my love.” Joseph whispered back before standing up and picking up his girlfriend with him, she squealed as he quickly picked her up and her legs wrapped around his waist.
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”I knew I could take him.”
Morgan Rielly x reader
TW: blood, swearing
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“What the actually fuck is wrong with you?”
That was the first thing you said, hissed even, to Morgan as he embraced you after the game. He stopped for a second, arms still around you, before leaning back slightly with a frown on his face.
“Sorry?”
When you looked up at him, ready to cuss him out again, you could clearly see the remnants of the fight. The blue and purple starting to take form around his eye and cheekbone and the screaming red scrapes over his cheek. His nose looked fine, better than you expected after seeing the blood gushing out of it when he left the ice. Morgan had raised his eyebrows, looking at you expectantly. One of his hands had settled on your hip and his fingers squeezed you slightly.
“Y/N?”
“You could’ve gotten hurt. Like really hurt. He’s big, a fucking giant-“
“I knew I could take him.” Mo shrugged, realizing what you were upset about. He had assumed that you would say something about it, being the first fight he’d been in since you started dating. “I’m strong you know.” A small smirk played on his lips as he stepped closer to you again, pulling on your hip. You frowned, pulling away. “Oh come on baby, you can’t actually be mad about this? It’s part of the game, it’s hockey.” Morgan tried to explain, dropping his arms to his side. You knew that, and you understood where he was coming from. The last seven months you had learned the ups and downs of hockey, you had seen a few fights on the ice and not once had anyone gotten seriously injured. But it was different when it was Morgan, and honestly you were offended that he couldn’t understand that.
“Let’s just go.” You muttered, earning a look from Morgan that said really? Without another word you made your way down to the underground garage. You knew Morgan was following you, even without looking, because you could hear the flops of his slippers and an occasional sigh. He stopped next to the car, waiting a few seconds before unlocking it. When you still didn’t speak up he let out a louder sigh, finally letting you in. The car ride was just as silent, until you came up on the intersection that determined if he was going straight home, or to your place.
“So?” You didn’t look over at him when he spoke, but lifted your head slightly to let him know you were listening. In the corner of your eye you could see him grip the steering wheel tighter, you knew he was annoyed. “Should I just drop you off at your place?” You felt the lump in your stomach move up your throat.
“No.”
“Well babe,” he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his words. “I don’t see the point in hanging out if you’re not even speaking to me.” You didn’t answer but to your relief Morgan still didn’t take the turn to your part of town. No level of annoyance would make him actively choose to sleep apart from you. The air felt cold around the two of you in the elevator ride up to his apartment and the second you entered he made his way to the bedroom, not even sparing you a glance. You knew you were the one who started this, and you were without a doubt still upset about the fight, but you seriously hated fighting with Morgan. He wasn’t an angry person and the two of you rarely raised your voices at each other. Instead, when he noticed you being mad or he himself got upset he’d just distance himself from you for a while. It was how you usually handled disagreements and it usually worked, but tonight you hated it. You let a few tears roll down your cheeks as you quietly maneuvered around the kitchen, picking out the ingredients to make sandwiches. Morgan was always hungry when he got back after a game so you knew he’d make his way to the kitchen sooner or later to get something to eat. You fried some chicken and chopped vegetables, toasting some bread at the same time. It didn’t take more than fifteen minutes before you heard Morgan trudging down the hallway and in the corner of your eye you could see him stop right in the doorway. You knew he was watching you as you assembled the sandwich, cutting it into two triangles before placing them on a plate.
“What do you want to drink?” You asked, still not looking over at him. With something between a sight and a groan Morgan pushed off the doorframe, walking towards you. You didn’t resist when he grabbed your hips, turning you around to face him.
“Please stop sulking.” His voice was soft, apologetic almost, but his words had you shaking your head.
“I’m not sulking Mo. I’m-“ you didn’t really know what it was you were doing, trailing off as you hung your head.
“Then what? What’s wrong? I’m fine, you’re fine. No one’s hurt and we won the game. I don’t get why you’re so upset-“
“How would you feel watching me get punched in the face?” Frowning you finally looked up at him. Morgan’s eyes flickered between yours, probably noticing the signs of your earlier crying. “You wouldn’t find it disturbing to see my blood all over my shirt and on the ground?”
“That’s not the same thing. It’s part-“
“It’s part of the game I know.” You interrupted him, breaking away from his touch. You walked a few steps before turning back around to look at him, dragging your hands through your hair. “I get that Morgan, I do but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s fucking scary. You were bleeding so much, you have a black eye for gods sake! And I sat up there not being able to do anything. I couldn’t even come see you. Sure you’re fine but I couldn’t know that. You skated off the ice and I had to sit there and hope that you didn’t have a concussion or a broken nose or a broken hand or whatever. I know it’s your job and I know it’s hockey but even when you’re on the ice, when you’re Morgan Rielly of the Toronto Maple Leafs, you’re still my boyfriend and I think I’m allowed to worry about you.” You hadn’t even noticed you started crying again until you tasted the salt on your lips. Embarrassed you quickly reached up to wipe your cheeks, turning away from your boyfriend. He watched you with big eyes for a few seconds before he regained control of his body, taking a few quick steps towards you. You couldn’t help but let out a small sob as he wrapped you up in his arms, quickly tucking your head under his chin.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered against your head, swaying you slightly from side to side. “You’re right, you are one hundred percent right baby.”
“I just don’t like seeing you hurt.” You sniffed, making Morgan squeeze you even tighter.
“Come’er.” He bent down slightly to grab your legs, hoisting you up into his arms. You let your arms snake around his neck, head still pressed against his chest. Morgan carried you into the living room, sinking down into the couch with you in his lap. “Look at me.” He urged after getting comfortable, softly grabbing your chin. You obliged, leaning slightly away to be able to come face to face with him. Morgan offered a soft smile as he wiped your cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.” You puffed out, leaning into his touch. He leaned closer a pressed a few featherlight kisses on your face, lapping up the last tears. When he pulled back again he was pouting slightly. “I want to tell you that it won’t happen again but I can’t, you know that right?” You nodded with a sigh. He was right earlier, it’s part of the game. Morgan kept stroking his thumb across your cheek, down your chin and your bottom lip. “But I can tell the medical team to call you if I ever have to leave the ice, so you can come down right away, hmm? And I can promise you to always win the fights.” When you couldn’t help but smile his smirk grew. “And we can make a deal.”
“What deal?” You were curious now, making him let out a soft laugh.
“Every time I get into a fight, which isn’t often thank you very much, I will owe you.”
“Owe me what?” You shifted on his lap, so that you were more or less straddling him. Morgan leaned back slightly in the couch, letting his hands trail down to squeeze your thighs.
“Whatever you want baby.” He mused. You pretended to think about it, scrunching your eyebrows together for a few seconds. Morgan couldn’t help but laugh.
“Fine. Deal.” You nodded, pulling up your hand for him to shake. He shook his head, reaching up to grab your face instead. You giggled as he pulled you down, pressing his lips against yours.
“Deal.”
#morgan rielly#toronto maple leafs#nhl imagine#nhl oneshot#nhl writing#hockey imagine#hockey oneshot#hockey writing#morgan rielly imagine#morgan rielly one shot#hockey#imagine#nhl#morgan rielly X reader#nhl fanfiction
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In honor of the hockey season coming to a close, here's all the top loaders I decorated this 2023-2024 season!
#nico hischier#john marino#jonas siegenthaler#luke hughes#jack hughes#quinn hughes#jeremy swayman#jamie drysdale#trevor zegras#vince dunn#matty beniers#auston matthews#matthew knies#william nylander#john tavares#morgan rielly#nj devils#vancouver canucks#boston bruins#philadelphia flyers#anaheim ducks#seattle kraken#toronto maple leafs#nhl#nhl hockey#nhl imagine#nhl imagines#nhl smut
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500 points for him!!!
#hockey#nhl hockey#nhl players#nhl imagine#toronto maple leafs#auston x mitch#leafs hockey#william nylander#john tavares#auston matthews#michael bunting#mitch marner#morgan rielly#nhl
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looking at the leafs fanbase & realising that most people have never watched a team sport before becoming a leafs fan and finally realising that’s why people act the way they do.
#morgan rielly i am side-eyeing you#this isn’t a shot it’s just mind boggling to me how some people genuinely do not believe this comes down to being a business#at the end of the day.#the fact the core have lasted as long as they have without the success to back it up would NEVER happen in any other sport/team#but because it’s happening in toronto & most people don’t know how team sports on a broad scale works#this is just seen as normal. its not lol.#most executives give you a window of like maybe 3 years max to try and get a championship once you have good players & if it doesn’t happen#someone or multiple people get traded like thats just how it works#i think people overreact because its toronto but people overreact because they’re exhausted theyve put up with almost a decade of this core#with literally nothing but 1 singular playoff round to show for it#so forgive people for reading into it#i’ve been here over 12 months only and i’m concerned i cannot imagine what it’s like for seasoned leafs fans
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Request box is open yall 🥰just tell me what you want I got you
#photography#william nylander imagine#william nylander#andre burakovsky imagine#auston matthews x reader#nhl smut#nhl imagines#nhl#toronto maple leafs imagine#toronto#alexander nylander#alex nylander#washington capitals imagines#pittsburgh penguins#toronto maple leafs#morgan rielly#auston matthews imagines#auston matthews#colorado avalanche imagines#pierre luc dubois#hockey#being plus size#plus size
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˚ ༘♡ ·˚꒰ NYLWNDER’S BIRTHDAY FIC SERIES ꒱ ₊˚ˑ
hello loves!!!! it’s my birthday v soon and i wanted to do something cute to celebrate with you all :))) i’ve curated a series of fics to be posted within a time frame of five days — starting from august 25th to my birthday, aka. august 29th! i’ve picked my current favs to be the protagonists in my love-struck themed fics <3 i had lots of fun planning this out and i really do hope you all can enjoy them as much as i did making them!! love you all, stay tuned besties 💌
— on queue ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 1 ➳ frederik andersen
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : takes place as a memory of last night and nights and nights shared between the two. every night meant something. showed each other just how much love they hold for one other. how one could have so much control over the other. the way they could both rot the other's brain with infinite thoughts, whether completely filthy or tooth-aching sweet.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 2 ➳ michael bunting
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : harvesting crushes for each other through their early years of school, and one unforgettable kiss at senior prom, seeing each other again after years passed was something special. love bubbled in their hearts, eyes sparkled and it felt good being lovesick kids once again. nostalgia couldn’t hit the two of them any harder.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 3 ➳ rasmus sandin
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : after having some tough chances at love, it’s not hard for one to become almost hopeless at the idea of it. a set of lovely blue eyes and blonde hair can surely make your heart impulsively simp but when he fights to actually gain your attention? the butterflies in your tummy don’t even know what to do. he has lots of plans for you and you wouldn’t want anyone else to have your firsts with.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 4 ➳ morgan rielly
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : next door neighbours either completely hate each other, or are totally in love. for one pair, they always sat in the middle. even though they could both get on each other's nerves, they did always stick by each other. that is though, it always seemed like there were “boyfriends” or “girlfriends” separating them from imagining a time where it could just be the two of them. that’s until enough is enough.
₊❏❜ ⋮ DAY 5 ➳ william nylander
˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ : plot : driving around, the wind in your hair, hands interlaced, singing along to your favourite tracks. they were things you loved doing together. there was no place that the two of you could go where you didn’t have fun. nor was there ever a time where you didn’t find one more thing you loved about the other. being lost in love could possibly be the best feeling in the world.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tagging moots <3 @11livpangburn , @shcldonkeefe @shoot-the-puck , @bb-nhlqueen7 , @holidaywishes , @dembenchboys , @ayohockeycheck , @broadstbroskis , @donttelltheelff , @lewis-hamilton44 , @laurenairay , @2manytabsopen , @boqvistsbabe , @saviourcomplexes , @rapidfever , @leafsbaee , @leafsgm , @ilyasorokinn , @zackcollins , @wnylanderthals , @nhlandotherimagines
#nylwnder’s birthday fic series!#toronto maple leafs#william nylander#frederik andersen#carolina hurricanes#rasmus sandin#morgan rielly#michael bunting#william nylander fic#frederik andersen fic#nhl writing#nhl fic#nhl fics#nhl imagine#nhl imagines#nhl smut#hockey writing#hockey fic#hockey fics#hockey imagine#hockey imagines#hockey smut
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