#ryan graves x oc
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When the time is right - R. Graves
Summary: the start of the relationship between Ryan Graves and the woman who stole his heart, Soren.
Words: 2k
Warnings: spicy implications, mentions of a bet, Ryan has not been traded.
A/N: Happy early birthday @tippedbykreider! 🎉🎉🎉 I wanted to write you a little something, so here’s an ode to our love of the Prettiest Vampire – it’s just short fic from the much longer story I’ve been writing forever, for Ryan Graves and my OC Soren. I hope you enjoy this and I hope you have a wonderful birthday!
Title from; Afterlife, by Avenged Sevenfold
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“Are you ever going to make a move?”
Ryan choked on his drink, turning to look at Dougie, who was snickering at his reaction.
“What?” he asked, wiping his mouth dry with the back of his hand.
“Are you ever going to make a move on her? You two have been flirting non-stop since Bratter’s girl introduced her to the group, and I’m not the only one who’s noticed,” Dougie mused.
Ryan’s breath hitched in his throat at his friend’s words, loud enough that Dougie’s amused expression shifted into a smirk, to which Ryan just groaned. His eyes shifted across the room to land on the girl in question. Soren. The day that Nicole had brought her along with them to a team gathering, Ryan had been lost. It was cheesy really, almost feeling like a romcom doomed to fail, but every time he looked at her he got butterflies, and all he wanted to do was make her smile. Ryan wasn’t going to lie to himself – he knew exactly how he felt about Soren in all her gothic witchy beauty. He thought he’d been low-key enough to keep his composure, but if Dougie was saying he hadn’t?
“You’re not the only one who’s noticed?” Ryan sighed.
“Well at least you’re not lying in protest,” Dougie grinned, “and no, I’m not the only one. There’s even a bet going on whether or not you’ll actually man up and tell her how you feel.”
Of course there was a bet. Of course. He could only imagine how high the pot money was, if Dougie of all people was pushing this.
“Let me guess, your betting time is coming to an end and you want your winnings?” Ryan said dryly.
“Aww you do know me,” Dougie grinned, unashamed, making Ryan snort, “But seriously, talk to her. It’s dumb that you haven’t already, and if you wait around, someone else will snap her up. She likes you, you like her, you’ll make cute gothic babies.”
One step at a time.
But maybe Dougie had a point. The last thing he wanted was for someone else to sweep Soren off her feet. She deserved to get treated like the queen she was, and if he didn’t step up to the plate, ruining any chance he had with her? No, he couldn’t bear the thought. Maybe Dougie was right – he needed to say something, before it was too late.
“Oh I know that look. You’re planning. What are you planning?” Dougie teased.
“You’re the worst, go away,” Ryan muttered, pale cheeks flushing.
“Nuh uh, I need to make sure you actually go through with this so I can get the $5k I’m owed,” Dougie shrugged, smirk returning slightly.
5000 dollars. Holy shit. That’s ridiculous.
“You guys have way too much time on your hands,” Ryan groaned.
“Yes we do,” Dougie said seriously, before breaking the façade with a snort, “Go and talk to her, Gravy, really. I’ll even throw a couple of bottles of Sangiovese in as congratulations.”
So not fair dangling his favourite wine out like a carrot on a stick.
“How generous,” Ryan said dryly.
But as his gaze drifted back across the room to where Soren stood, he found himself locked on her as she threw her head back laughing, her long dark wavy hair swaying, the girls around her all laughing just as hard. She was perfect. Perfect for him. Could it really be that easy to just go over and talk to her?
“All jokes aside, I know that you’re serious about her. And anyone with eyes can see she’s the same with you. Take the risk, Gravy. You won’t regret it,” Dougie said, expression losing all humour to be replaced with the warmth that Ryan had grown to appreciate.
“Yeah. You’re right. What have I got to lose, right?” Ryan said, huffing out a laugh.
Other than, ooh, his dignity?
“Atta boy,” Dougie grinned, slapping Ryan hard enough on the shoulder for him to stumble slightly.
How had he managed to get himself in such a ridiculous situation?
Never let it be said that Ryan Graves was a quitter. He finished the last mouthful of his beer, placing the empty glass down with a thump, earning a whoop from Dougie. Ridiculous. Here goes nothing.
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“Well Dougie looks hyped up about something.”
Soren startled slightly at Nicole’s words, hand coming up to rest over her heart as her friend cackled, before her eyes flickered over in Dougie’s direction. Well, it wasn’t like she was going to lie about knowing exactly where Dougie was, because he was standing right next to Ryan – and any of the girls with half a brain knew that she had a ridiculous crush on him.
How could she not?
Ryan was sweet, and kind, and charming, and endearing in all his awkwardness, and so damn hot with all his flirting. He was the most complex layered person she had ever met, but damn it she was enjoying slowly peeling back each layer to learn more. She’d been nervous, all those months ago, when Nicole had invited her along to a team gathering, but the moment she’d met Ryan? She felt like she was home. There was just such an instant spark, an intense attraction that she had never bothered to deny, but the longer that she spent in his company that he didn’t make a move on her, the harder it was to keep those butterflies filled with hope.
Because there was no way Soren was going to be the one to confess first. Nicole (and Jesper) had assured her that Ryan absolutely had feelings for her, but she’d been burned too hard in the past. She just couldn’t put her out there again without knowing for sure. So she just held on to the hope that one day, Ryan would say or do something to convince her that her friends weren’t crazy, that she wasn’t crazy. It was all she could do. Well, other than continuing to flirt with him, of course – she wasn’t passing that up for anything. Having his sweet smile, intense dark eyes, beautiful face looking at her? All that attention? No, she wanted to keep that, thank you very much.
If she’d put on her favourite figure-hugging black velvet dress just to catch his eye tonight? Well, that was just for her knowledge.
“Oh shit he’s coming over.”
Nicole’s voice again drew her out of her thoughts, but it was the gasp and light slap on her arm that made Soren look back over properly.
Ryan was walking over to them. Nicole wasn’t wrong. He’d never looked at her like that before either.
“Hi Soren. Ladies,” he said softly.
Despite him addressing the whole group, his eyes only looked at her, something which Nicole clearly noticed.
“I think I could do with a drink. See you Gravy.”
Soren couldn’t help but laugh at the lack of subtlety as her friend dragged the rest of the girls away, Ryan just flushing slightly. Her laugh softened into a smile when Ryan rubbed the back of his neck, clearly nervous about something. What did he have to be nervous about? It was just her.
“You and Dougie looked like you were having fun,” she mused.
Ryan huffed out a laugh, shrugging his agreement. “He’s an idiot, but we keep him around anyway.”
Soren couldn’t stop the laugh that spilled from her lips at Ryan’s blunt words, Ryan’s responding smile giving her the usual butterflies.
“Are you having a good night?” he asked.
“Better now you’ve finally come over,” she grinned.
She really couldn’t help but to flirt with him – it just came out so naturally. How could it not? It wasn’t exactly a secret that she was interested in Ryan Graves, not in their circle of friends, so why would she hold herself back?
“You were having fun with the girls, I didn’t want to interrupt,” he said, shaking his head as he laughed, although his cheeks flushed slightly at her flirting.
“Better late than never, I suppose,” she teased.
He flushed a little more, the pink trailing down his neck and below his shirt. A wicked part of her wanted to know exactly how far that blush travelled. Her strands of dignity just kept her thoughts as a smile.
Then he cleared his throat, smile shifting to something a little more serious, making her breath hitch in her chest. She’d never seen such an intense look on his face before, at least not around her.
“Soren, I…”
He trailed off, huffing out a frustrated breath, sending a pang through her chest. So she rested a hand lightly on his arm, trying to encourage him. The audible shaky breath he inhaled just intrigued her a little more.
“Is everything okay, Ryan?” she asked softly, smiling.
“Y-Yeah, of course,” he said, nodding.
“Really? Because you look like you have something to say and you’re not quite sure how to say it,” she said, teasing only slightly.
He laughed, shaking his head in amusement. “How do you know how to read me so well?”
“Lucky guess?”
“No guessing about it,” he shot back, smiling, “There is something I want to say. And I don’t know how to say it.”
His admission made those pesky butterflies flair up once more, so Soren just squeezed his arm where her hand was still resting, before letting him go.
“Did you want to go somewhere a little quieter? Would that help?” she offered.
She didn’t realise how it sounded until Ryan blushed furiously, a flush spreading lightly across her own pale cheeks in turn.
“I didn’t mean any funny business?” she said, a little awkward.
Trust her stupid mouth to run. For once, she hadn’t actually been flirting or making any innuendo.
“I wouldn’t mind a little funny business.”
Oh.
Oh.
His murmured words made her breath hitch in her throat, her lips parting in surprise. When Ryan’s eyes dropped to her parted lips, despite his blush, she knew that he’d meant his hushed words. She was going to take this chance and run with it.
“I think we should get out of here. Have a proper…discussion,” she said softly, almost like a purr.
The soft whimper Ryan made was everything.
“Yeah, lets go. To talk. My place?”
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“I thought…you wanted…to talk?”
Soren managed to gasp those words out between fierce kisses, clutching at Ryan’s back where he’d pushed her into his hallway wall. Ryan groaned in protest, breaking the kiss reluctantly to stare down at her. He didn’t stop pressing her full-body into the wall though.
“Now is not the time to tease me,” he murmured, eyes dark and warning.
She grinned at the promise in his gaze, just making him groan again before moving to kiss down her throat.
“How about I do some guesswork, and you can tell me if I’m wrong?” she laughed.
Ryan hissed out a yes, nipping her earlobe to affirm.
“In the bar, you were going to ask me out on a date. Something just the two of us. Something that Dougie was teasing you about. Something to fulfil the bet people don’t think I know about. Am I wrong?”
It was a gamble, being so brazen with her words. But she’d never shied away from a challenge before and she wasn’t about to start now. Ryan immediately froze though, lifting his head sharply away from her neck, looking down at her with panic.
“I had no idea about the bet until literally just before I came over to you. I swear,” he said firmly, almost desperately.
Bless his heart.
“Oh sweetheart, I know that. Jack can’t keep his mouth shut and he doesn’t exactly have a quiet volume setting,” she mused.
The relief that spread across his face was almost comical, but it settled something in her too. He wanted this. He wanted them. And he wanted her to know that, right?
“Do you want me, Ryan?” she asked, walking her fingers up his chest.
His breath shuddered at her teasing touch, but he nodded without hesitation.
“I do. I do want you, Soren. So much,” he said, eyes wide and earnest.
That was all she needed to hear.
Soren grinned slowly, making him watch her satisfaction, and he stood so still that he was practically shaking as leant up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “If you want me, take me.”
It was all Ryan could do to groan and capture her lips in another kiss.
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nova scotia princess | nico Hischier
nico hischier x oc marchand
warnings: swearing, mostly fluff and some sweet moments between her and her siblings.
word count: 4.3k
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marie celine marchand had been in new york for the past year, much to brad's dismay. he hadn't seen her since christmas, and was shocked to see her at his doorstep up north. it was now july during the off season, and marie had decided to head on up to nova scotia, for her birthday no less.
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the youngest of the five, she could not have been more different from the rest. she never engaged in hockey (i know! a sin!) never took any inkling towards skating or snow sports, but instead towards soccer, her first love. she was enamored with it and it took her to faraway places with team canada and for her college years at the university of stanford. she had a very hard time leaving california but knew it was best to start fresh, and it just so happened that she loved new york. at the time, it was only a 40 minute drive to her long time childhood friend, ryan graves before he was traded to the pittsburgh penguins. the day he was traded, he gave her a phone call and she was completely gutted. yet she understood the business side of the league, though brad had gotten the better part of it his entire career. after he was traded, she hadn't thought about the new jersey devils as the season rolled around. she no longer had something tying her to them, so she moved on and supported her friend's ryan and sidney on the pens from afar. it wasn't until she found her self in upper manhattan meeting up with some girls from work at a little known and upscale restaurant, that she had saw some of the people she'd grown close to over ryan's stint with the team. she walked past them towards her table, most certainly garnering some looks once they heard the familiar name of marie celine from the group of girls. she got a text from a few of them night, restarting the snapchat groupchat she had had with some of the younglings. most notably, hughes', nico and dawson. she rolled her eyes as messages flowed in that evening as the girls took some wine back to the girl's apartment.
that evening all of the caught up with one another, and then she received a text from nico askin if they wanted to get some coffee for old times sake. what did she have to lose? and so it began than, secret dates and then group dates with the team, spending weekends at a time with nico at his place getting up to whatever came about. throughout all of it, she kept it a secret from everybody besides her older sister rebecca; nobody needed to know. at least not yet.
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marie walked up to the front door of brad's lake house and she mentally prepared herself for the all the pestering and bombarding that would happen once she'd set a foot in the house. she pulled out the key he had given her the year he finished building it, and she quickly made work with the lock and pushed open the tall door. "brad! im home!!" she called out, smirking to herself as she heard dogs running towards her and footsteps. she looked up to see brad with wide eyes and then his famous smile. she took her hand off of her small suitcase, and met him halfway for a hug. "who's here?" "who's that?" "if its jr im gonna cry" and that made marine giggle, already knowing it was ryan. "you good?" brad questioned pulling away just a bit and she nodded, "yep! are you? you forgot to invite me for my birthday!" she said faking a pout. "kat!" he called for his wife and marie slapped his arm, "don't go blaming it on your wife you hooligan!" marie said as katrina walked in and she squeled. "i thought you were going to sw-" and then katrina cut herself off. brad looked at his wife then to marie and then they were both gone and off towards the kitchen. "we have a surprise guest!" katrina called out towards the open back door and a group of heads turned towards her. she saw her siblings, ryan, sid, nate, patrice b, pasta, their partners, a few childhood friends of the siblings and a few aunts/uncles. "damn got the whole fam i see..." she whispered to kat who giggled. "uh yeah you could say that." she said looking down at the girl as some of the guys came to say hi. "hi guys." she said looking at some of the nova scotia greats as ryan rested his arm on the brunettes head. she looked up giving him a playful dirty glare, "ah hem." she said garnering a few laughs. "well if you'll excuse me-" she paused pushing ryan's arm off of her head, "ill be down soon, i need to do a few things." she said smiling at everybody before she was off towards a guest room that was designated hers.
she sat down on the edge of the bed as she put her head in her hands, cursing the world. her phone buzzing like no tomorrow with texts from nico, the hughes brothers and dawson. she had been dodging their texts and calls after (what she thought) was nico cheating on her. they were on facetime a week ago and she could have sworn she heard somebody in the background as she heard a muffled voice and nico look in front of him one night. so when she didn't show up to the airport in switzerland the day before, nico was freaking out. which in turn freaked the other boys out. she heard a soft knock on her door, and she looked up to see ryan. she sniffled, wiping her tears as he stepped in and shut the door behind him.
she broke down even more, and ryan quickly sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. he had no idea why his best friend was hurting, yet he kept quiet until her sobs became softer. "mc....whats going on?" he asked as he pulled back just a bit to look at her, her cheeks stained with redness and moisture. she sniffled, "he-he's cheating on me." she said and ryan knew exactly who she as referring to, besides her sister she ofcourse told him. they were two peas in a pod, through thick and thin. ryan sighed, growing heated with anger. "and they wont stop texting me...they are worried as to why i didn't make it to switzerland but i don't wanna talk to them." she said pushing her head into his chest. ryan kissed her head, trying to calm himself. she needed her best friend, he'd take care of nico later.
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the next morning ryan left the marchand house early to get some coffee for him and marie. the two hadn't left her room all day. she was too much in state of disbelief, shock, and grief as she explained to nico what had happened. as soon as he was turning onto the main strip her called nico up, ready to tear him a new one. nico picked up on the fourth ring unsure as to why he was calling, "wanna fucking explain to me hischier why the fuck you cheated on the very best thing that has ever happened to you and our universe huh? why you decided to hurt the very brightest light? you are so in for it hischier, you have no idea. you have a whole league about to give you hell." ryan spat breathing rapidly. nico was at a loss for words over in switzerland. "what?" he croaked in confusion and exhaustion. since marie hadn't been responding to anybody's calls or messages, he hadn't slept. too sick with fear and anxiety. "she caught you with a girl nico, on facetime. are you seriously that daft?" ryan growled. nico thought back to their last facetime and he went through the events of it. he'd been sitting up in bed shirtless, around 11:30 his time, he was just about to go to bed after finishing his sleep tea and he then realized. she had heard his sister in the background, as she had come to visit him and the two had just gotten done playing a round of Mario kart. "christ- didn't cheat. promise." he said standing up now and looking at flights to new york. "who was it then nico?" ryan questioned, "my sister. can get flight to new york today." he said and ryan chuckled, "yeah no she ain't there." ryan said turning into the drive through, " if you're gonna make things right, you gotta come to scotia." ryan stated.
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ryan walked back into the house with his, brad's, kat's and marie's coffee with a few breakfast sandwiches. "wanna tell me why marie is crying on the dock?" sidney said as soon as ryan walked into the kitchen. "wait what?" ryan asked setting everything down before looking towards the dock, and now seeing nate making his way down it. ryan sighed, "misunderstanding." he simply stated taking the coffees out of the tray. "misunderstanding, huh? is that why you two were locked in her room all evening?" sidney asked sipping his hot coffee. ryan sighed again, "she thought her boy-boyfriend cheated on her." was all ryan stated sipping some coffee. "boyfriend?" sidney questioned, eyes going wide. "does brad know?" he questioned, and ryan scoffed. "like he need to know every little thing in her life." and sidney wouldn't buy it. "no no, you have to tell him! or at least get her too." sidney said with authority, and ryan rolled his eyes. "sid, she doesn't want him to know at least not yet." ryan said watching nate and marie interact. nate had his arm around the brunette, as she sobbed into his shoulder. "you know we all look at her like a sister, please do the right thing. we only want the best for her and that only happens if brad knows, and you know that." sidney said before taking his cup of coffee and heading out to nate and marie. ryan groaned as kat walked in with the young kiddos. "ou! mommy juice, thankyou ry." kat said thanking the defenceman. she saw the look in his eyes, and then she look towards the crowded dock. "oh no." kat said, "oh no? whats up?" brad said walking in rubbing his eye. he paused as he saw the three of them outside, huddled together, "whats going on?" brad asked now walking in front of ryan. "uh-" "spit it out graves." brad demanded and ryan hummed. "she thought her- her boyfriend cheated on her. but it was a misunderstanding." he stated and brad was angry. "boyfriend?! what do you mean misunderstanding graves? spill it!" he said as kat took the kids outside. "she thought her boyfriend of 10 months cheated on her but it was only his sister that she heard. i just got off the phone with the dude so its been all cleared away, i just hadn't had the chance to tell her." and then he said softer, "and tell you he's coming here." ryan said not meeting his best friends eye sight. "here? are you mad ryan! who is this so i can knock some sense into him?" brad demanded and ryan was in for it. he was cornered, there was no getting out of this. "i cant say brad, only marie can." ryan said defeatedly and brad rolled his eyes. "so you're saying that you really arent her boyfriend?" and ryan now met his eye sight in shock. "you're telling me that you two haven't been together at least at some point?" he said and ryan laughed. "oh god no, shes my sister brad. you know she hates me half the time, for good reasons but no. i couldn't ever go down that path and there has never been a moment ever for me to. ew gross." ryan said and brad sighed. "always thought it was you two against the world... man i gotta pay up." he said amusedly. "pay up?" ryan said cocking an eyebrow. "a long running bet with patrice." and now it was ryans turn to laugh. the nova scotia princess was never his and would never be.
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on the dock, marie thanked nate for listening to her ramble and cry into his shoulder before sidney sat down. nate rubbed her upper back, trying to comfort the girl. sidney sat down and offered her some kind words, and she thanked him. "i just don't know what was not good enough for him? what did i do wrong?" she said looking off into the clear lake. sid and nate looked at one another, silently trying to get the other speak up. "nothing sunshine, nothing. its all him." sid said trying to reassure the young girl he'd seen as a little sister since the day she was born. him and brad had been in practice together when they got the call from brad's dad, urging the boys to head down to the hospital with sid's dad. the moment he had seen the young girl was how he felt when his sister was born, he'd protect and be there for her through everything. "how about a boat day?" nate offered up and marie smiled. she could never and would never pass up a boat day.
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it was around 10:30 pm and the original group that had been there when she'd shown up was back at the house, with all the kids passed out as they sat around talking, drinking and now making smores. ryan had been looking a this phone for the past two hours waiting to heard from nico, but nothing had come in since he had landed and was about to go through customs. marie had been having a great evening, her favorite people all in one place once again. celebrating her birthday that evening, and now talking like old times. ryan and marie sat with one another, cuddling up to stay warm now that a chill had set in. "dude, put your phone down for the princess' birthday." brad said annoyed that ryan and been on his phone for the better half of two hours. marie glared at brad, "its alright brad. no harm done." she sighed. she had a love hate relationship with the nickname, but most importantly when it was said out loud by brad. it made her cringe somewhat. "hows new york, mc?" nate asked and marie smiled then frowned softly before her smile reappeared. "its going great! work is going well and stuff. i even joined a soccer league for fun, it'll start up in august." she said swirling her drink. "we'll have to catch a game before we head to training camp." sid offered and the others agreed. she smiled softly, before ryan untangled himself from her after he got a text message. nico had arrived. brad eyed ryan as he got up and walked into the house. kat smiled softly knowing what was going to happen and nudged brad in the side a bit. "its fine, let them be." kat whispered and brad rolled his eyes.
marie shut her eyes softly, just basking in this moment, this evening and few days she had taken off of work to be here. it had been far too long since the last time she'd been home, always using her summers to train in san diego before returning to school. she hadn't been home in 6 years and promised herself that she'd make it up here more, now that she lived in new york. "oh princess!" she heard ryan call from the house and she sighed, standing up and throwing the blanket onto the seat before heading inside. "yes grumpy prince?" she asked giggling before she froze, seeing nico. he had a hopeful yet loving gaze on his face as she looked at him with tears beginning to form. what was he doing here? she turned towards ryan who had begun to make his way out, and she pulled him back inside as he was already through the threshold. "wanna tell me why he's here ryan?!" she asked upset. "ask him-" and she cut him off, "no, you tell me!" she screamed now alerting some of the guys outside. nico stood on the other side of the kitchen, with a defeated look on his face with guilt and regret spreading throughout his body. "he cheated on me and you're going to invite him here, ryan? tell me why that was a good idea, huh?" she pestered as brad walked in. "no fucking way." he muttered staring down nico, and nico took a step back. "answer me!" she yelled at ryan who held his hands up in innocence. "marie-" she cut off her brother, "you knew?!" she said stepping back away from the two. "let him explain himself." ryan said as she looked at the two people she thought she could trust in this world. thankfully, so far nate and sid hadn't given her any reason to distrust them. "let him explain, please. if you still don't believe him or want him gone- ill-we'll get rid of him." brad said pleading to his baby sister and she sighed, arms crossing over her chest. she turned slowly towards nico who had a pleading look, and her heart twinged just a bit. "fine." she said and the two smiled widely, backing out into the back and brad shut the doors.
"follow me." she said walking past him and they began their dissent up the stairs. she opened the door and let him walk past her into the room, and she shut it behind them. she then went to the window and shut the blinds, but not before flipping the group off. she heard groans and a few 'fuck' as they all wanted to hear and see the drama unfold. "i didn't cheat, schatzi. i promise." he began and she shook her head, "alright bud." she said rubbing her eyes. "i didn't baby, you have to believe me." he began again and she shook her head again. "who was it, huh? somebody like your ex? was it somebody better than me? what did i do wrong, ni. what did i do to hurt you?" she questioned through a strained voice. nico shook his head, "you've never hurt me, you've never done a thing wrong. promise. the girl-"he chuckled pulling her hands into his, inching closer to her. "the girl was my sister, nina." he said a bit amused now. his eyes crinkled as he smiled, his dimples on full display as he looked into the eyes of the girl, he loved. "wait what?" marie asked in disbelief. "your sister?" she asked and he nodded. she looked down and nico quickly diffused her guilt, "schatzi its ok, i promise!" he said pulling her chin up to look at him. she shook her head, "i - i mis read things and i feel like an idiot." she hummed tearing her chin away. "misunderstanding." he hummed and she frowned. "im sorry." she said with tears beginning to form, "im an idiot. oh my god." she said and he pulled her info a hug. he kissed her head, rubbing her back softly. "im a fool, im a utter fool how could i be so daft?" she rambled in french and nico chuckled, "you two have thing for the word daft?" and marie cursed the universe for him knowing french. "wait, two? who?" she questioned pulling back to look up at him. "nico yelled at me yesterday." he said laughing now and marie had a concerned look on her face, "how bad?" and that made nico laugh even louder. whenever she needed back up, he was there to give it. she looked up at nico as his laughs subsided and she stood on her tip toes to kiss him. he pulled her in closer, leaning down a bit so her feet could be flat. they pulled apart, resting their foreheads on each others. "so, how much trouble am i with the guys outside?" he questioned softly and now it was her turn to laugh.
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it was the next morning now and marie woke up to an empty bed, groaning before getting out of bed. she made her way over to the blinds and opened the blinds to see kat, patrices and david's girlfriend, and the kids on the patio eating breakfast while all the guys are missing. she squinted over towards the lake and she did a double take before seeing her brother's boat. it was a crowded boat, with all of them sitting facing one another. she spotted nico and prayed that the guys weren't going too hard on him. after the two spoke last night, they made there way downstairs for a bit before nico was on the verge of passing out due to the time difference. she quickly changed into a white t-shirt and linen pants, before heading down he stairs. "ti!" she heard rue screamed as she walked outside, and quickly made her way over towards the older girl. she wrapped her arms around the girl's legs before rue pulled her up for a hug. "good morning my girl." she said speaking in french as the two shared a small moment in the morning sun. "hows my favorite god daughter?" she hummed and kat laughed, "your only god daughter." she mused. marie giggled, "that's why she's my favorite." she said setting her back down in her height chair, and sat down on the bench with noah , patrice's son. "ouu cinnamon rolls!" the girl overly gushed, garnering some giggles from the kids. "ever the oldest child." kat teased and marie winked, "i take my role very seriously." she hummed.
the boat was on its way back now after a very stern talk with nico, unfortunately. basically threatening his very existence if he were to ever step out of line. the usual. oh, and that there was somebody or two on every team who would not hesitate to teach him a lesson. nico and the guys all got off onto the dock, with ryan running in front to get some cinnamon rolls- steal is more like it. "hey! that's for us." marie said swatting his hand away as he came up behind her, "i swear to god grumps, im gonna cut off your hand." she said quirking an eyebrow between the two's showdown. "good morning princess!" brad said placing a kiss on the girl's head before stealing a cinnamon roll himself. "hey, not fair!" ryan said and marie mimicked him, earning a chorus laugh from the kids. "im the one that brought them." brad said shrugging, "no i did." sid said and patrice shook his head, "you brought the original one's, i was told to pick up another dozen." patrice said picking up his youngest, felix. "yall are too much in the morning." she mumbled in french, standing up and walking inside to get some coffee. nico followed her into the kitchen to get a refill on his, to which she happily poured him some. "how bad was it?" she questioned, peering around him quickly and then looked back at him. he shrugged, "theyre just as scary in life as on ice." he said and she giggled. "yeah...they have no filter." she said pushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "tell me about 'nova scotia princess'." and she rolled her eyes, "the fairest of them all." he added with a grin and she growled loudly. "you inconceivable fools!" she yelled out, making her way outside. "im going to kill you all!!!!" she said looking at sid, nate, ryan and brad. she did a fake start towards brad before going after nate, "come here nathaniel!" she screamed running after the man, who was, unfortunately, being outrun by a 5'4 semi-retired defenceman. "somebody help me here!" nate called out and sid began his dissent, but she was too quick and made her way after him. "you are so getting in that water!" she screamed, referring to a tradition the 5 of them had. a surprise morning swim in the cold water. "its cold!" one of the kids screamed and marie laughed. "perfect!" she grinned. ryan tapped nico, "lets get our girl." ryan said nodding towards the brunette and nico smiled. "lets get her." and the two made their way towards the water where she was running after the two. "no!" she screamed as ryan almost grabbed the girl. "don't you dare!" she said jumping a few feet away from him. thankfully with sid and nate being neighbors, she freely began her way towards their places with the group following her. nico was the one closest to and almost grabbed her as well but she took a step to her right and was out of reach, "alright i gotta do it myself!" brad announced jogging over and marie knew it was game over. "not the old man!" she gasped, earning a few chuckles.
it was not brad who got the girl but nico, who was immediately instructed to drop her off the dock and into the lake. she screamed, cried, and kicked but unsuccessfully as she felt water hit her back. as she came up, everybody else decided it would be a great idea to also jump in. she covered her head momentarily before splashing water in all directions, "you! you traitor!" she said with astonishment as nico tried to get closer. ryan dunked her before she could say anything else, and nico laughed with the rest of them. she came back up and pushed ryan, "rude!" "the princess of nova scotia is officially home!" brad said as he made his way towards her, ready to splash her as well.
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Anna and Graves are back on their bullshit
(I'm drawing them again AAHH)
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american royalty. ch. 2
A Homelander x F!reader fanfic.
a/n: will post ch. 3 this week but sadly my other fic will be posted next week, enjoy this slow burn dadlander fic, and thx u to all the readers. prev. chapter:
Sypnosis: Homelander never wanted to remember you, but after welcoming Ryan into his life, he thought of you & the lie that tore you two apart. Now... thinking back, thinking of your betrayal-- was he perhaps wrong about who the father of your unborn child was? Did you perhaps told the truth all those years ago?
Tags: mild gore, angst, lots of angst, slow burn, fluff, OC characther, child neglect, dadlander, romance.
Chapter Two
Red
It had been a very long day, business was booming nowadays and since that influencer had made a couple videos on your pizzeria, you had been more than just busy, you began to run out of ingredients.
In the last four years, the restaurant had grown, it had been there since 2002 ran by your boss’s father and his brother, who had ran their own pizza shop since the 80’s but as the economy and other events hit, they had decided to relocate and re-brand, now managed by their son– a man you owed so much, had his heart not been filled with kindness you would most likely be in the streets. So you made sure his restaurant was the best, you had accolades, you’ve worked in some of the best restaurants, you were once a very prominent fast rising figure of the New York culinary scene– until Homelander came along.
Your talent revamped the restaurant and now your food was once again on the spotlight, for the first time since you left Vought, you were happy with yourself, even if it was pizza. Cooking made you happy, and this job needed you, you didn’t live in fear of sleeping in your car anymore, you didn’t need to worry that your daughter would sleep on somebody’s couch again, you were able to quit your third job and go casual on your second thanks to this place, right now you didn’t live in the best of places but you were saving up and in a couple months you’d have enough money saved up to move, and send your daughter to a better school, somewhere were her talents wouldn’t be wasted.
So here you were ten minutes before closing, another extra couple hours of overtime for your dream two bedroom apartment, where it would be safe for her, where you could finally feel like your life had moved on from him, that the door opened up and your cashier squealed.
It was a quaint looking restaurant, the wood seating was new and the wall decor had been changed trying to look less cluttered, with Art Deco lighting fixtures as the stand out feature. The place had been remodeled recently it seems, the kitchen and its big brick oven looked clean but ancient to Homelander, he stared at the menu board and metal boxes of accouterments by the counters, taking in that this was in fact a pizza place, that you of all people did in fact work at a pizza place. You who could whip up amazing fare, now made greasy cheap slices, but he had seen people come in and leave endlessly these past few days, people taking selfies, and recording themselves with your food, nothing he understood.
He looked back at the teenager on the counter offering his signature smile as she blubbered her script, then as you took a step closer knowing you couldn’t hide in this open kitchen you finally looked at each other for the first time in seven years.
Your throat collapsed and your whole body became prickly and tight, your heart was beating so fast you thought you might be having a heart attack, you looked at the clock cursing that it wasn’t over, you were almost done packing the kitchen and readying for tomorrow, having a customer at this hour was awful but having him here was about to take you to an early grave.
“What’s your best seller?” Homelander muttered looking straight at you with an aloof stare, then back at the cashier– is pizza night at my house, sorry for coming so late hope that’s not a problem?” he said exceedingly politely.
The teenager blushed and looked back at you as if asking you to pinch her.
“That would be our pepperoni queen– is two types of cheese, extra pepperoni, with our signature house made marinara, with a dash of vodka sauce in our sourdough thin crust… chili oil is optional” You had managed to say trying to ignore those piercing blue eyes, you moved back to your place staring at the few remaining trays of dough balls left– our second best seller is our chicken florentine pie.”
Homelander admittedly detested pizza, it was greasy, gooey and heavy, it was fattening and gross, but there was a familiar aroma in the room, something that was making his mouth water lightly. Looking back at the girl, he ordered both in their smallest size offered, he sat by one of the wooden booths for the ten minutes he was told to wait, and not once did he made a comment, maybe that’s why your heart stung so much, why it felt as if you were about to collapse– that after seven years, he had completely forgotten about you, while only now did you began to feel as if you could heal from all the suffering he’d cause you, how insignificant had you been all along, how you love never registered.
You both had talked of moving in together and buying a home, he wanted to buy you a restaurant, and you wanted to give him your life, you had never loved somebody as much as he made you love him, and now you were just some bum wearing a graphic t-shirt making him dinner.
You packed his food, your boss Kaleem had given him extras on the house, practically begging for Homelander to give them a photo for their socials and you simply stare as he did his superhero thing, you took one of the delivery bags knowing he would lose the food if he flew with them in hand.
After the photoshoot, Kaleem and your cashier had run to the back to show the picture to the only other staffer left at this hour.
You both looked at each other as he took the bag off your hands, you wanted to cry, your eyes welling up but you looked down afraid of him, no doubt he could hear your heartbeat tickling his ear.
“It's been a while hasn’t it?”
You could’ve collapsed into tears right then and there, it was worse to be remembered.
Growing angry at the sound of his soft voice, and that concerned expression in his face.
“Yes…”
“How you been? Didn’t think I'd ever see you again.”
“Should’ve killed me back then… got fucking close to it tho.” You dropped all pleasantries, hearing him talk and not hearing the word sorry 5 seconds in, had infuriated you. His stupid face, those stupid eyes, and that clown suit was too much for you, maybe it was the poor diet and lack of sleep but right now you wanted to ban him from Lucci’s– hope you enjoy the food.”
You pushed the bag jumping from the kitchen to the front as you headed for the door, holding it open for him.
“I’m doing alright. Now leave!”
“You don’t even want to know why I'm here?” he was taken aback by your brashness, you had always been sweet to him, tender, barely ever angry before, so why now?
“You got a little kid now, I gather like any other kid, he likes pizza… and good for him because mine is the best!”
“Not really… I actually wanted to see you. I… I just wanted to ask you something–
“Mother!!”
Your daughter emerged from the depths of the kitchen, she carried a kindle in one hand and a giftcard in the other.
“Is it okay if I use my present now? They got some books on sale and you said not to buy more books until I finished… oh…”
In the light and in front of him, your daughter truly looked like your mirror image, copy and pasted into a miniature. Her hair just past her chin, and her bangs indeed covered her eyes, peeking behind those curtains were the prettiest blue eyes he’d ever seen, there was no unnatural shine to them– just blue. Her lips so thin and her complexion just a tad paler than your own now that he gave it a proper look, she was so small-- too small for her age.
“Is okay honey, is your birthday you can get any books you want” Your tone shifted entirely lowering yourself to take her face and plant a quick peck on her cheek– now go back with uncle Kaleem and let mommy close shop, okay? We’ll go home in a minute.”
“Is it your birthday young lady? Congratulations.”
Homelander threw his best smile, giving the kid a cautious pet, catching the rage in your eyes as his gloved fingers touched your daughter.
“Thanks. Is not a milestone birthday so it is not worthy of congratulations… seems inane to celebrate it” she looked at her mother with a jaded expression– " I'll go get my bag, have a good night, sir.”
Homelander pressed his lip as the most deadpan voice came out of this little girl. Her oversized black sweater and the black tights made her look oddly unhappy, but the kid just stared at him with boredom, no surprise or interest when she stood next to America's favorite son.
He wondered if that was an adult or a seven year old for a second.
He worried if the kid had told his mother about that other night, but looking back at you he went with 'maybe'.
“What’s your name?” he asked, still forcing a smile– "my… you seem like a smart girl getting books for your birthday.”
“Helena.”
The kid couldn’t muster the energy to give him anything but her dead ass voice, she began to walk away not caring for manners, nor Homelander.
“She’s… cute.” he said watching that tiny figure walk away and surviving after her second nsult– great pronunciation for her age, does she even know what she’s saying?”
“Helena is not like other kids.”
“How so?”
You looked at him more tired than anything, rubbing your temples as you made yourself waste spit to talk to him.
“She’s a Supe… by the time she was two she could speak in full sentences, by three she could read at a first and second grade level, and by five she was teaching herself calculus and piano… she’s a genius; I thought she was a normal genius until… her other powers manifested– none of this matters! Just go!” You shook your head in frustration.
“You gave her V?” He said while staring at Helena.
“... I didn’t know what V was until the news broke out, I thought Helena was chosen by God! That the world blessed her with those powers, but when that story came out I’ve been wanting to ask you– did you give her V? but… if you didn’t… who… are you lying to me, John?”
Homelander looked past the concrete walls looking back at that little girl, he didn’t know what to say or do, before you could utter another word he left.
Ryan nose picked the meal quickly, glad that it was friday and his dad would let him stay up ‘til late, Homelander just dropped the meal on their new table and the kid was quick on his feet, the food was still warm, only now did Homelander noticed the extras, couple of small containers holding chili oil and freshly made ranch, garlic knots and a lemon meringue pie, it was too much but Ryan hadn’t hesitated to dig in, before Homelander could ask him to wash his hands he had ripped a slice of pepperoni.
“This is so good!” He said so cheerfully– gosh I was starving, dad.”
“I sure hope so, bud… let’s leave the pie for tomorrow…” he looked grossed out, Ryan sat opening up the garlic knot’s containers– not gonna eat?”
Homelander sat down to join him, the thought of touching all those greasy surfaces was making his stomach hurl, but he relented, taking a slice.
He was young again, and you were there coming back with some drinks as he ate your chicken florentine, this was the same recipe, the chicken was so juicy and the cheese wasn’t greasy. Ryan was shocked to see his father sound so happy as he took another bite.
It was the first time they both ate together where they felt completely comfortable with each other, maybe it was seeing Ryan not pick at his food that made Homelander able to just talk, Ryan told him all about his homework, and the videogame he was playing, he really liked Fifa at the moment even if he himself cared not for the sport.
Helena watched as her mother stood silently hovering above the sink, you hadn’t moved much for a couple of minutes, your daughter more annoyed than anything else regarding this display.
“How do you know Homelander?” she asked with a yawn.
“Huh?” you woke up from your trance– you should be in bed, darling.”
“You too. So… How do you know the clown?”
“Honey, don't say that!”
“He walks around wearing a onesie all day… like a clown… like the rest of those super clowns”
Your daughter always spoke with a creepy maturity, her voice didn’t belong to a kid.
“... He used to be my boss… he was a really bad boss…”
“You used to work for Vought?” She softened her stand.
“Honey… I don’t really want to talk about this… it's late and we are going to the museum tomorrow so you should get some sleep, mommy is just tired… hope you had a good birthday.”
“You should rest too, mother.”
Your daughter's eyes glowed momentarily turning th blinkers off before she made her way to bed, you stared at her door, thinking if she could see you.
No mother should think their child was creepy, Helena was just difficult and abrasive, to be a small kid with her brain must be unbearable. You could recall the moment she asked you about V so vividly, she looked angry, but you had no honest answer to give her, you had to lie, god knows if you got the details right about how these people committed these crimes. Helena simply had no ability to relate to people, and without the funds you couldn’t help her meet her potential, not while you were both stuck living in public housing, not while scraping every penny.
Her few friends forced her to dumb down and even they found her uneasy, only the old people seemed to handle her best, she loved to listen, and her teachers always thought of her as a delight, yet she knew no other Supe beside herself, those pageants were expensive, and networking meetings were hard to get in, talent agencies were costly– having a super-abled kid and trying to make them into a Supe was locked behind a massive paywall, all you could hope was that her genius would let her enter a university early on scholarships.
There was always Godolkin, but god knows if they would let her enter at a young age.
It would be easy if her father was involved, if John was there in her life, she would have the world but he didn’t want her, he had made that clear years ago.
So why did he lie about the V?
It had been two weeks since you seen Homelander, but he saw you a lot, he'd come back and forth-- watching you and the child with ardent curiosity, seeing you made him reminisce, of those many nights and afternoons, of the way no matter how tired you were, you always made sure to look happy when he showed up, the way you looked so at peace while cooking, of the feel of your skin against his and the taste of your precious lips as you kissed him good morning.
He followed you, on your only day off as you took Helena around the city, watching you share a slice of overprice cake while taking notes, and ate cheap chinese for lunch, you waited for two hours as Helena played chess and checkers with some oldies at a chess shop, some russian man gave her lessons-- some of these people dressed nicely perhaps pros. Some won over her and some lost but the games were quick, your daughter seemed happier when she loss than when winning.
Something about that didn’t sit well with Homelander.
Somehow he found himself in your apartment, cracking open the window to sneak in while you headed back home– the tiny apartment felt more like a closet than a habitable space, the ceilign was run down, and the appliances ancient but well kept, your bedroom was simple, cooking books and boxes sat on top of your dressers, a single’s bed with plush comforters and pillows stuck against the wall, with a wardrobe in front of it, and a cheap fan tucked in the corner. He left for your daughter’s room just a few feet away divided by the bathroom were most of the clutter and laundry lived, her bedroom was just as plain, but the books didn’t seem fit for a small child, her desk tidy and organized, he picked up a notebook from the pile, seeing math equations that hurt his eyes within seconds. All her stuff were nice and new, she had a decent computer on top of her bed, an old dresser, but there was an absence of toys– compared to Ryan’s bedroom that was filled with anything he wanted and decorated expertly. A clock adorned her walls but not much else, the few things that looked messy was a tiny plastic chess set, the kind with magnets on the bottom, and some DIY stem kits.
He took to the bathroom, it was old and falling apart, mold was growing in the corner much to Homelander’s disgust, trolley held dozens of beauty stuff and shampoos and detergents, a shelf on the wall held towels and toilet rolls. Homelander looked at a sparkly hairbrush, picking a couple strands of lost hair knowing by their lengths and color that they weren’t yours, and cursing himself for doing this as he place them on small plastic bag he had hid in his glove.
#homelander#homelander fanfiction#homelander x you#homelander x reader#the boys fanfiction#personal#my fic tag#not proofread sorry#american royalty#already got 2 more chapters done for this hope yall like it#I really like slow burn stories#my natural enemy is the short story it seems#homelader x f!reader#dadlander#the boys oc
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jersey giant | jh86
y’all i am so so sorry this took so long to get out!! i’ll try my best to start getting things out quicker and more often!!
but we’re back with the song blurbs!! i’ve recently been obsessed with jersey giant by elle king and for some reason it makes me think of the devils
pairing -> graves!sister!oc x jack hughes warnings -> mentions of blood, mentions of injury, slight cursing, mentions of death not my gif!!
word count -> 2.12k
7 months ago
since i was a little girl, I believed everything happens for a reason.
no matter how hard i search, there was no reason for this.
i remember that day like no other. i sat in the living room of my hoboken apartment, which i shared with my older brother, of course.
today my anxiety had been like no other. with ryan at hockey practice, i feared something happened to him. i texted him an upwards of 30 times, to be graced with a response of “dw cupcake i’m doing fine :)”
however, that did not calm my rambunctious mind. so i turned to my music. i’ve been writing music since i was in high school, not for the people, just for me. music was my escape, an outlet for me to express my emotions.
i don’t remember much from those few hours, the only thing i remember was my raw and bleeding fingertips after playing for so long.
it was about 3 o’clock when the front door opened. “i’m home cupcake!” ryan called, though it wasn’t his usual tone. it seemed gloomy and sad.
my brother seemed to drag himself into our shared living room, shoulders hunched, a solemn look on his face.
“how was practice?” i ask cheerfully, trying to lighten his mood. “i’m so sorry darcie” ryan croaks out, tears pooling in his eyes.
“for what ry? what’s the matter?” i ask, cupping his face and wiping the few tears that had fallen.
“they’re trading me.”
his words cut me like a freshly sharpened knife. he opens his mouth to speak once again and i brace for the impact.
“to pittsburgh”
the knife was twisted. for the past two years, i was blessed to call the garden state my home, and blessed to call the devils my family.
i was struggling with my schooling a lot a few years ago, trying to cope with the loss of my brother at home. so my parents thought it would be a good idea to send me to live with him.
so to new jersey he went, with me in toe.
i’ve made great friends while being here, johnny, dawson, nico, jesper, timo, they were all such great company.
but no one’s company could compare to that of the devils prodigy, jack hughes.
being very close in age, we became best friends immediately. we spent almost every day together except when he had morning skate or roadies.
jack was my person. at first i thought it was just platonically, but after a few months of our friendship, i developed feelings.
and after a hard loss, denying them a spot in the 2022 stanley cup playoffs, i discovered he reciprocated those same feelings.
so we started dating in secret. it wasn’t easy, but we made it work. and about 6 months in, we told our siblings.
luke was accidentally first to know, after an awkward walk in that lacked clothes. quinn followed soon after, because jack felt guilty that the younger hughes knew but not the older hughes.
ryan was the last to know. it took a while for him to warm up to our relationship, but he eventually came around. plus, the boys became even closer than they already were. everything was perfect, until it wasn’t.
“so what does this mean” i ask, looking down at the dried blood on my fingers, my voice cracking as i try to conceal my true feelings.
“we have to leave jersey. and move to pittsburgh” he said, clearly just upset as i was. “trust me darcie i don’t want to leave” he sighs
“so don’t!” i exclaim jumping up from my place on the couch. ryan looks up at me with tears in his eyes. “darcie you know it’s not possible. if it was i wouldn’t be leaving”
“but ryan my whole life is here” i cry “my friends are here, my job is here, for fucks sake my boyfriend is here!” tears begin to stream down my face. “i cant just uproot my life because you got traded!”
“darcie lynn graves you know we have no choice.” he says sternly. brushing his long hair out of his eyes. “better get packing” he says, looking around at the decor. “our flight leaves tomorrow night.” and with that, he walked through the apartment to his bedroom.
just as i’m about to pick up the phone and call jack, there’s a knock on the door. i look out the peephole to see non other than my boyfriend, with tear stained cheeks on the other side.
i immediately open the door to see jack still in his practice clothes. “nico was the first player to know. he told the rest of us and i came as soon as i could” his voice cracks.
i wrap my arms around his shoulders while his encircle my waist. “i don’t want you to leave me” he mumbles, placing his head in the crook of my neck. “i have no choice baby” i sigh “this is the absolute last thing i want to do”
“how long do i have?” he asks me, tears falling down his cheeks. “what?” i ask, caught off guard by the question. “until you have to leave. how long”
“my flight leaves tomorrow night” i brush the strands of his messy hair out of his face.
it looked as though that statement broke his heart. it’s scary, being young and in love, not knowing if this could possibly be the last time they ever meet face to face.
“then let’s make these next 24 hours, the best we possibly can” he says feigning confidence.
we did everything together for the next 24 hours, just as he had promised. we had the time of our lives. we went skating together, a late night 7/11 run, movies, the whole nines.
all knowing it could possibly be the last time.
then came the part i dreaded the most, leaving. ryan insisted on taking my ginormous suitcase, as jack and i walked through the airport hand in hand.
we stopped before we got to tsa. i bit my bottom lip, knowing this is what had to happen. knowing that i was leaving and he wasn’t coming with me.
jack turns to me with a sad smile on his face. “i’m gonna miss you so much baby” he says, trying to hold back tears as well.
“i’m gonna miss you too jacky” i said, my tears finally falling. he wipes them away, the sad smile remaining on his face. “i love you to the moon and saturn” he says cupping my face in his hands.
“i love you forever and always” i smile “no matter how far away i am” jack dips his head down placing a passionate and loving kiss on my lips. “dars let’s go!” ryan calls out.
“promise me you’ll call me if you need anything ok?” a big goofy smile appears on the brunette boys face. “only if you promise me the same” we laugh and share our last goodbyes as ryan and i headed towards tsa.
present time
i left jersey almost seven months ago now, but i miss jack like crazy. being without him has been really tough for me, and everyone can tell. however, i was able to spend a few weeks with him over the summer at his lake house. i met trevor, alex, cole, and ellen and jim officially, and i loved every second of it
believe it or not i’ve made some great friends in pittsburgh. if you told twelve year old me that i was friends with sidney crosby she would laugh at you and tell you you’re crazy.
“whatcha doing kid?” sid asks as he sits next to me on the couch. ryan had invited the guys and their partners to our house for a team get together. he says it’s to “celebrate the start of the new season” but i think it’s to get on their good sides.
i point to the large flat screen tv currently playing the devils game against the st. louis blues. “ohh i see” sidney chuckles “ditching the boys to watch the boyfriend”
i laugh “don’t get too pissy sid” “no no i see where i lie on your rankings of favorites” he jokes, taking a sip of his beer.
“jack hughes goes down and he’s hurt!” the broadcaster says. sid and i freeze.
“no no no”
“cmon kid get up”
“god jack get up!”
“cmon kid cmon!”
we begin to panic, yelling everything we can at the tv, as though it could be heard all the way in st. louis.
i try to hold back my tears, as i pick up my phone. as my shaky hands attempted to open my phone, jacks contact photo appears.
i look to the tv to see he’s already in the locker room. “hello?” i ask, voice shaky and palms sweaty. “hello is this darcie graves?” the man asks, clearly not jack.
“yes how can i help you?” i ask “im michael coyne, the head physical therapist for the new jersey devils. now, i’m not sure if your aware but jack sustained a significant injury to his shoulder tonight, and he keeps asking for you. and if possible we would fly you into jersey and we can meet you there. now he has informed us of your current situation, we will cover all fees needed, we just want to make sure he is ok.”
“absolutely, um- i- yeah i’ll- i’ll go” i stutter. “perfect. the flight leaves in an hour, is that alright?” he asks. “yeah that’s perfect” i sadly smile.
“any questions?” he asks sincerely. “yes there is. can i talk to jack?” micheal almost cuts me off, “absolutely here he is now”
“hello?” i hear my boyfriend hiss in pain. “hi jacky. i’m coming ok? they’re flying you home and i’ll meet you there. it takes to hours to get there babe, but i’ll make it to the airport in about an hour or so” i ramble.
“ok.” he hisses again “i never expected you to come back” he says. i can tell he’s frustrated by the situation, he hates being away from hockey.
“i’ll come back if you just call” i say sweetly “now i have to get packing and head down to the airport. i’ll call you as soon as i can alright?” i begin to throw my clothes into my suitcase.
“ok i love you”
“i love you more jack, i’ll be there soon.”
3.5 hours later
i landed in newark just before jack and the trainers did. although it was around 10 pm the city was still alive. so to take my mind off of the stress, i walked to the prudential center. once i arrived the trainers were already there and assessing jack.
as soon as i walked through the doors i was met by devils personnel, who ushered me into the training room.
it was there that i saw jack sitting near a pt table with ice wrapped around his shoulder.
“you gave me the worst scare of my life” i said making my presence known to the older boy. “oh thank god your here” jack goes to get up “god fucking damn it” he hisses, sitting back in the chair.
i run to his side “can i get you anything? water, ice, a heating pad? i can order chipotle if you want? have you eaten? oh god your probably starving” i ramble.
“hey, i’m alright darcie. i’m not going anywhere” he says cupping my jaw with his healthy hand. “but what if you weren’t? something serious could have happened, you could’ve gotten a concussion, snapped your neck, jack rowden you could’ve died!”
he doesn’t respond, only chuckling under his breath at my rambling. “stop looking at me like that! it’s not funny! this is serious!” i giggle, trying my best to stay mad at him. i failed miserably.
“come sit” jack says, patting the seat next to him. as i sit down he places his good arm around my shoulders, carefully pulling me into his chest. “thank you for being here. it means a lot to me” jack says, placing a kiss on my temple.
“i’ll always be here for you baby” i smile up at him. he leans down and places a slow and sweet kiss on my lips.
i plan to stay in newark for the next few weeks, since luke and jack have an extra room in their house. “are you gonna play doctor?” jack asks as i help him into the car. “i guess so yeah” i giggle.
“can you wear one of those sexy nurse costumes?”
“jack rowden hughes!”
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Is it Love, Actually? | Ryan Graves
Summary: Mia and Ryan try to prove a point when watching Love Actually. It's just not the point they were trying to prove.
This was written for @wyattjohnston's Lowkey Lovefest 2k24. The prompt used: “Are you about to monologue your feelings for me?”
Pairing: Ryan Graves x Fem!OC (Childhood best friend/Roommate)
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: things get a little steamy but doesn't venture into explicit. I'm sorry if you like Love, Actually; our OC and dearest author does not.
a/n: Thanks to Demi for making this fun event and also requesting this duo. Thanks to @imperatorrrrr for being my ideation co-pilot.
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“Okay, no,” Mia screeches, throwing popcorn at the TV, “No! Pause— Pause it!”
Ryan looks over at her, eyebrow cocked. She’s kneeling on the couch facing him, arms gesticulating wildly.
“What the fuck, Ryan? That is so fucked up! That is supposed to be his best friend’s wife! Who does that?”
She can tell he’s fighting down a laugh; his lips are pressed together in a thin line, but his eyes are telling her he’s amused.
“Ryan!!!” she whines, “I’m serious. This is an affront to art.”
“I’m not sure romcoms count as art,” Ryan offers.
“Okay, not the point. But like, why do people think this movie is romantic at all? This guy is so fucking creepy. He records the creepiest fucking footage of her at her wedding. Like, is that for his spank bank? Why did he do that? And then this!” She points dramatically at the frozen image of Mark and Juliet kissing. “Why is she into this? It’s so fucked up! Have they ever even talked to each other? Or does he just think she’s hot? And why is she rewarding this? At no point has she even seemed like she was into him. And like, fuck the other guy— Peter?— I guess?”
She groans loudly before flopping back onto the couch and grabbing another handful of popcorn from the bowl in Ryan’s lap.
“You know, we don’t have to watch this, Mia,” he chuckles.
“I know,” she grumbles through her mouthful of popcorn, “Mama didn’t raise no quitter, though. So you’re just going to have to open another bottle of wine and sit through my complaints.”
Ryan snorts, shaking his head, “I mean, devil’s advocate, two people can totally have a meaningless kiss, though.”
She shoots back up and glares at him, “Ryan, you can’t possibly believe that.”
“I mean, I don’t. But, like, a kiss doesn’t have to mean something,” he shrugs.
She turns to face him, unimpressed. “So you’re telling me that there’s no difference between this—” she kisses him on the cheek— “and this?” She kisses him on the lips, just the lightest brush of her lips against his.
Mia feels him freeze next to her, and she pulls away so fast she almost falls off the couch. He reaches out and catches her before she can hurt herself. They stay locked, his hands gripping her arms, frozen a foot apart from each other. She feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of the room; if she could look away from him, she would check to make sure that the clock is still ticking and the world is still moving.
“I’m sorry, Ry, I have no idea why I did that,” she mumbles. Her head suddenly feels like it’s swimming in the four glasses of wine she’s had.
He seems to snap awake at that moment and he lets out a short laugh, his long hair shaking as he tips his head back. “Oh, come on, Mimi, it’s not like we didn’t play spin the bottle all the time in high school.”
She snorts, her shoulders loosening a little, “Yeah, true.”
His hands are still holding her forearms; she notices how his fingers wrap over much of the exposed skin there. She suddenly feels very warm.
“To answer your question, no, there really isn’t,” he says, the corner of his lips tugging up into a smile, “However, there’s a huge difference between this—” he places another soft peck on her lips— “and this.”
This time, he leans in closer, a large hand moving to the back of her neck to pull her towards him; his eyes flicker between her gaze and her lips. It makes her swallow reflexively in anticipation. He pauses when they are less than an inch apart, noses brushing, giving her an opportunity to pull away.
She closes her eyes and feels the moment they touch. Ryan’s lips capture hers with purpose this time, and she can’t help but let her lips part slightly under the pressure. She feels a jolt of electricity in the places their bodies meet as his tongue brushes against her bottom lip. The moment she lets him in, the hot glide of their tongues becomes overwhelming; he lets out a small, choked groan that makes the breath catch in her throat.
She forces herself to pull away before she can do something stupid like climb into his lap. She leans back and places a smile on her face. Her eyes only flicker once to his lips, glistening wet and inviting.
“I guess you’re right,” she laughs stiffly, the sound ringing hollow in her ears, “You’re definitely a better kisser than you were in high school.”
That startles a laugh out of him, his face relaxing into a small smile. “Yeah, I’ve had a lot of practice since then,” he says with a wink.
“Ew, TMI,” she forces herself to joke, rolling her eyes and slapping his chest cheekily, even while something molten hot blossoms across her entire body. She settles back into her place on their couch sans wine glass. She’s probably had enough to drink today.
He puts his arm back around her shoulders, cuddling in closely, before putting the movie back on. They finish the rest of Love Actually largely in silence, only interrupted by some snorts and huffs. She’s unable to focus on the terrible movie anyway; her attention can’t stop sliding to the feeling of his body against hers instead.
Mia remains deep in her thoughts, even as they go to their respective rooms and get ready for bed. She is distracted as she brushes her teeth and changes into her pajamas.
Alone in her room, she still can’t stop thinking about that kiss. It’s frustrating because Ryan’s not wrong. They have kissed before. Many times in high school: spin the bottle, truth or dare, 7 minutes in heaven. It was never particularly good; it was more of an awkward mess than anything else. She had never felt that jolt of heat roll through her body before. What does it mean?
It could mean nothing; it probably means nothing. Ryan’s her best friend. They have been best friends since they were eight years old. She knows that it could be good, so good. Everyone always thought they were a couple, but they always joked about their terrible sexual chemistry. No sparks, unfortunately, they always said.
What if they were wrong? Do they owe it to themselves to find out?
Does she love him? She looks at herself in the mirror and cannot bring herself to say no.
The Dutch courage still in her veins decides for her.
As soon as Mia opens her bedroom door, she sees Ryan at the end of the hall. She knows instantly that he is thinking the same thing. People always joked about their telepathy. Best friends since third grade, they would always shrug.
What if it could be more? What if they did spark? What if? What if? What if?
She had to know. Just do it.
So, Mia runs and leaps into his arms. He lets out a grunt of surprise but catches her easily, his broad hands resting on her upper thigh as she wraps her legs around his waist. She buries her hands in his hair and kisses him without a second of hesitation.
The second kiss is impossibly better than the first. Their mouths tangle in a wet dance as they pull each other closer still. This time, it starts at the top of her head, engulfing her body in a molten wave of desire as it seeps into every corner of her body. Soon, she can feel the dull throb between her thighs.
She uses her hands, buried in his hair, to pull away from the kiss.
“Ryan,” she whispers.
“We should probably talk about this,” he frowns, his voice rough with desire.
“Are you about to monologue your feelings for me?” she counters.
“I don’t really see myself monologuing, but I can try if you want me to,” he murmurs, chuckling lightly.
“Yeah, whatever, you can monologue after,” she peppers kisses across his cheek before taunting in his ear, “But first, I need you to fuck me.”
“Fuck,” he exhales like the air has been punched out of his lungs.
Mia leans back. “That’s the idea. Good, you’re catching up,” she laughs brightly before tugging on Ryan’s hair again. “Come on. Bed. Let’s go.”
“I should’ve known you’d try to be bossy in bed,” he muttered, no real heat behind his words.
“You’ll have to make me shut up then,” she challenges petulantly.
This time, it’s Ryan who leans in close, growling in her ear, “Oh, baby, I plan to. You can count on it.” He drops her on the bed with a smirk. “And then we can talk after— if you still can, that is.”
It makes every single cell in her body light up in a way no one else has ever done before, and she just knows that this is right— meant to be.
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1k Cele-Bakery Masterlist
THE ORDERS
“Lead Me to the Garden” Chai Cookies (blurbs)
Blue Salvia [JT Compher x reader]
Candytuft [Tyson Jost x OC Madeleine Murphy]
(part of the “call my bluff, call you babe” universe)
Daffodil [Mat Barzal x OC Delaney Pierce]
(part of “the pull of you” universe)
Edelweiss [Matt Martin x reader]
(part of the “we’re a bad idea” universe)
Gardenia [Andrei Svechnikov x reader]
(part of the ”king of my heart” alternate universe)
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Myrtle [Tyler Seguin x reader]
Oak [Brock Boeser x reader]
Oak [Ryan Graves x reader]
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“at least we were electrified” with Matt Martin
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Carnival Date with Andrei Svechnikov
“Knights of Silver & Gold” with Marc-Andre Fleury
Lake Shenanigans with Tyson Jost
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Getting Lost on a Long Drive with Tyson Jost
Going to a Sauna with Mikko Rantanen
Moving Into a New Home with Roope Hintz
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Forbidden Royal Romance with Andrei Svechnikov
(part of the “king of my heart” universe)Meeting in a Bookshop with Sidney Crosby
Unrequited Love with Erik Johnson
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Jake Oettinger
Mikko Rantanen
Sidney Crosby
Tyson Jost
“Too Good, Too Pure” Cinnamon Roll (ask games)
Top 5 NHL Players
Top 5 Places I’ve Seen
Top 5 Tropes to Read
Top 5 Tropes to Write
Top 5 Underrated Active NHL Players
Top 5 Vacation Spots
THE THANKS
First, I want to give a special shoutout to a few very special people who I cherish dearly and can’t imagine my time on hockeyblr without them:
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You are a bright, shining, sparkling light in this community. You are always so wonderful and welcoming to everyone and I can’t imagine both my time without you nor hockeyblr without you. Thank you for the support on my fics, for hopping in my askbox, and for literally everything you do!!!
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My goodness! I don’t even know how to describe how wonderful I think you are. You were one of the first blogs I followed here and I thought to myself “wow, she is so cool”. And look at us now! Thank you for allowing me to hop in your askbox and torture you with thoughts (or more accurately, thots) about our favorite hockey boys and for being an overall genuine and sweet person!!!
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Words cannot describe how amazing and caring of a person you are! You are always taking time out of your day to send me sweet messages and always leaving the sweetest tags on my fics and just... wow! I always look forward to seeing you; in my askbox/messages, in my notifs, on my dashboard. Keep being the golden beautiful human you are!!
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Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader.
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Fandoms I write for under the cut!
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NCIS
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Jimmy Palmer
Nicholas Torres
CRIMINAL MINDS
Spencer Reid
Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)
Luke Alvez
CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)
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Soap MacTavish
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Alex Keller
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WIP Ask Game
I was tagged by @tiny-loves-rubs, thank you, Tiny! I love an excuse to talk about my WIPs because I have an inconceivable number of them.
Tagging @tomato-sickfics / anyone else who feels like it!
Post the names of the files of your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you asks with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it. If you want, tag as many people as you have WIPs.
You’re all about to see how much of a mess my head is. Proceed at your own risk.
Here goes! I’m just going to pop them down in alphabetical order. There are a few more on my other laptop, but this is basically every word document I’ve ever opened to start writing something for my blog OCs (impulse control? I don’t know her), most of which are either abandoned, retconned, or condemned to some future storyline that I’ll eventually reach.
I’m censoring titles that are either too spoiler-y or which contain triggering topics.
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after we*****
a**** f*** charlie reaction
a**** f*** charlie shayne fight
a***** f*** lilith shayne elliott
a***** f*** memories
autumn hunger
autumn sleepy
back there
beach shayne and charlie
beauty
call
captivity
captured au
casual caretaking shayne
chaarlie and patrick
charlie and jon
charlie and mikey kiss
charlie and shayne kiss in the garden
charlie bug again
charlie bug next day
charlie drunk angst
charlie goes to visit jon
charlie headaches early days
charlie homoph****
charlie kink
charlie migraine
charlie panic belle
charlie runs into mikey
charlie shayne k***** arc
charlie sick
charlie sickkk
charlie soft
Charlie talks while kissing
charlie whumper
Charlie work panic attack aquarium
Charlie’s fears
Christmas 2021 henry bug
claudette a*******
claudette sad
d and h reading
danette
Dani sickfic
demon hunting
demon research and shayne hunger
demon school AU 2
demon school AU
Did you study for this
Donnacha comfort
donnacha first date with josh
donnacha
dragged back
dream
early days elliott wants to help felix
eliott first meets shayne
elliott beach
elliott first meets shayne (?)
Elliott hand of orion
elliott steals little shayne
exam results
fee and shayne in the car
fee elli meet (AutoRecovered)
feel elli meet
felix and elliott dance drabble
felix and shayne talk about patricia
felix crying
felix grief
felix origin
felix over indulges on blood
felix sleepy
felix transformation
felix transformation2
first date
frost bite 2
go to him part 4
grave
henry agoraphobia
henry donnacha fluff
henry donnacha hunger
henry donnacha whump
henry drunk
henry panic attack
henry trauma
Hi
homoph****
i don’t even know
idk
ingrid mentions the boxes
ingrid picks up shayne
jealous felix
kazu hunger
kazu origin
k***** arc part one
kissing
little mnster
look at me
lucy and henry rewrite 2
lucy and henry rewrite
Lucy asks Henry to live with her
madame a’s stuff
Mikey and CHarlie
mikey
mitch and shayne
mitch bastian first date
mitch bastian meet
mitch ed
mitch hunger
mitch sick
more shayne angst
more shayne x charlie random
morning after lovely
mothers day
name change and keys
nancy and ryan
nancy ryan meet
nancy
Oranges
pancakes
Payton angst hunger
payton dragon
photo
pillow
PLOT the devines take *******
post-grad hangover
pplate food
praise
radioactive butterflies
random payton x autumn early days
random sad shayne
recaptured au
rescue
rin and charlie talk at school
rin college exhaustion
rin secret santa
Rin visits shayne and three
rin visits shayne
sacrifice au
shayen and ingrid
shayen remembers dahlia didn’t eat
shayen teases charlie (*i can’t believe how often I mistype his name, good lord)
shayne ace
shayne aldridge au
shayne aldridge
shayne and charlie angst
Shayne and charlie both sick
shayne and charlie christmas 2021 notes
shayne and charlie demon world
shayne and charlie talk in the training room
shayne and felix plot
Shayne and Lilith
Shayne and Ryan bad news
shayne and three
shayne and trish
shayne angst storyline
shayne anniversary birthday
shayne anniversary grave
shayne anniversary tree
shayne arrives at townhouse
shayne beach
shayne car
shayne charlie early days
shayne charlie first date
shayne charlie funeral
shayne charlie lucy meet up
shayne cherry coke
shayne college
shayne ed2
shayne ed
shayne elli fee car
shayne elliott and fee
shayne elliott
shayne exhaustion college au
shayne falling asleep at charlie’s
shayne falling asleep on charlie’s bed
shayne felix walk
Shayne first week with aldridges
shayne gazes at charlie
Shayne grief redrafting
shayne grief
shayne hunger
shayne hungerr
shayne ingrid
shayne maybe
shayne misses charlie
shayne mulberry
shayne nausea in bed
shayne nervous
shayne nightmare alone
shayne not feeling good
shayne one of the worst follow up
shayne overeats
shayne panic at aldridges
shayne plans on k****** m***
shayne prepares to see charlie again
shayne random opening up and pr*******
shayne randoms
shayne recovering
shayne runs into Lucy
shayne sick alone
shayne sick in sleep
shayne sick school
shayne sit ups
shayne stays the night
shayne stomach ache
shayne stress
shayne talks about loving charlie
Shayne talks to Three about his anxiet1
Shayne talks to Three about his anxiet2
Shayne talks to Three about his anxiety
shayne teasing charlie
shayne trish f****** mads
shayne waits for felix and elliott
shayne with charlie’s parents
shayne’s breakdown a year before repeating
shayne’s first week
silas meets shayne
sleep
sleepy charlie
SMOL
some random bits
start maybe
stay
supermarket
therapy
three (AutoRecovered)
three
townhouse sleepover
trying
vincent
wallis and nancy
wallis boat
wedding
wtf
Edit: wait, sorry, there’s more, in other folder. This one, I named “New September 2022″
charlie migraine anon inspired
shayne fear when charlie g*** c*******
lilith complains about nadya
lilith comforts blake
meet shayne and charlie rewrite
shayne in the mask
beach drabbles:
beach seashell
beach shayne and charlie2
shayne charlie drinking game
shayne charlie drinking game2
summer Elliott
requested WIPs:
charlie drunk angst part two rowan request
shayne recovering from chest infection
Madame A’s
astrophel comes out to nancy
astrophel overworked
blake and lilith f**** k***
blake and rex and lilith
blake confesses to lilith
Blake couldn
blake curse
blake fire
blake leaves for summer magic school
blake panic attack
Blake
Lilith brushed their hair to one side
Lilith
performance evaluation
Rex and Oli announce their engagement
rex angst
rex hungover
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As Grim as the Reaper | Simon 'GHOST' Riley PREQUEL
Ghost x Reader, Graves x Reader
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Phillip Graves x AFAB!Reader!OC
18+ MINORS DNI!
t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).
As Grim as the Reaper: Masterlist
You let out a gleeful squeal when you came across a hard drive, one that clearly had been missed when the destruction of the room had ensued.
Fiddling with the wires, you squatted to the floor in an effort to save the small square of electronics, whispering to yourself as your fingers worked to connect it to your handheld scanner.
Thank god for military-grade portable tech.
Yet another noise left your lips as the screen lit up, indicating that the hard drive still had a little life left in it.
"Found a hard drive. Still good."
"Good." Laswell spoke, "Take it, hopefully there'll be something useful on it. And keep an eye out, Shadow is still picking up something in the area."
"Solid copy, ma."
As you rose from your knees, shoving the small device into a pouch on your vest, the door behind you burst open with force, the metal making a clanging sound as it collided with the filing cabinet stacked behind.
Whipping around, you came face to face with two soldiers, each of them armed with an automatic weapon.
No match for your knives.
"Oh dear," you spoke with a smile, "Do you boys really think this is a good idea?"
The two men looked at you, then at each other, clearly baffled by your calm demeanour.
"Reaper? Baby, you good?"
"Two guys thought they'd get the drop on me."
"How stupid of them."
You could practically hear the proud grin in Graves' voice, which only riled up your confidence more.
The men raised their weapons, lasers pointed at your body, but you caught the way their hands shook.
"So, you sure wanna do this?" you asked once more, slowly unsheathing your knives.
One of the men scoffed, speaking with a heavy middle-eastern accent, "We have guns. You have knives. I'm sure we can handle the likes of a woman."
"Well, don't say I didn't warn ya."
With one last silent look between them, the men cocked their weapons, but you'd already lunged. One hand flung a knife, landing into the neck of the first soldier as you knocked the other to the ground.
Your other hand plunged your second knife deep into his abdomen before yanking it back out, only to raise it once more, and drive down into his chest.
Clean cut. No nonsense.
The Reaper claimed her victims.
Barely breaking a sweat, you rolled off the body, taking a few deep breaths.
"Targets eliminated, Actual. Two males, definitely Hassan's men."
"Good girl. Search them and get on the ground."
Laswell praised you, before her attention switched to General Shepherd and the Shadows, questioning how the fuck two AQ men got to you undetected, raving about how they were lucky as hell that you knew how to handle yourself.
You knelt down beside one body, rifling through the pockets for anything of use, verbally groaning in frustration as you came up empty. That was, until a flash of white poking out of the second man's shirt caught your attention.
Crawling over, you picked it up, unfolding it.
It was a list.
02.08.22. 1900. Ambush Check.
Ryan Stevens
Lucas Johnson
Emily Bradshaw
Javier Trace
Reaper
Your callsign sat at the bottom of the list, circled multiple times in a red ink that contrasted to the black of the names. A large question mark accompanied it.
Your brows furrowed as you frowned, confused as to why your real name was the only one missing from the list.
The mask.
They can't see you, so they don't know.
But there was one thing they did know - they knew you'd be coming, and this was a hit list.
"Fuck!" you yelled, scrambling to your feet.
Anger got the better of you, and your foot made hard contact with the body, a sickening crack echoing around the room as you reached for your radio with panicked breaths.
"Reaper to Actual, it-it's a trap! They know we're here!" you yelled. "Stevens, how copy?"
No response was received, causing you to relay your words again.
"It- Reap- Trap...Lt!"
The comms lagged, breaking up and crackling, and you continued to yell as you tried to get in contact with your team.
You stumbled over to the window, away from the bodies you'd left on the floor, reaching it just in time to see at least ten armed soldiers move on the warehouse.
Your breath caught in your throat, hand shaking as it reached up to your radio.
"Enemies inbound, repeat, Stevens get the hell out of there!"
The radio crackled as your team tried to reach you, you trying just as hard to reach them back as you shot your gun, taking out as many as you could from your position.
"They're in here! Under fire under fire!"
"C'mon Em we gotta go!" you heard Orlando yell.
"Lucas!"
"Lieutenant! Get out of there!"
Tears stung your eyes as even more enemies flooded from the woods, your team having managed to keep the others at bay, but there was no way they had the ammo to defend themselves from that.
You had to get there.
"Please!" you begged. "Get the fuck out of there! Go!"
"They're got us flanked!"
"I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Reaper, Shadow-1- do not engage, do not engage!"
You physically shook your head, shocked to hear Graves order you to stay put, "Fuck that Phillip! That's my team down there!"
"(Y/N)! Do. Not. Engage."
"Get out! Go!" you yelled into the radio once more.
Before you could even turn away from the window, let alone make it out of the tower, the ground rumbled. Flashes of colour lit up the sky as a missile launched from the overwatch helo, headed straight for the building containing your team.
Within seconds, it made impact.
"No!" you screamed; it was agonising for all those that could hear.
The blast had levelled the building almost immediately, it had blown the window through, shooting you backwards, sending glass cutting through your skin and scattered all over the floor.
You didn't need to call out to your team to know they didn't make it out of that.
You'd seen those missiles, knew how they worked, how destructive they were.
There's no fucking way they made it out of that.
Tears fell rapidly from your eyes as your hands tried to make sense of the ground in your dazed state. Your ears were ringing, heart pounding, lungs imploding from the smoke and dust. You dragged yourself along the floor, desperate to find something to haul yourself up.
"No...no, no no no..." you whispered, over and over.
By the time you got yourself up and to the window, the building was reduced to rubble. Flames billowed out, crackling and hot.
Yeah, no way anyone got out of that.
They were gone.
Your hand flew to your mouth as you let the tears fall freely in an effort to stifle your sobs, other hand clutching your chest, the desk, a chair. Anything to stabilise yourself to stop you falling to your knees once more.
"Target eliminated, Actual. Shadow 1 recommends extraction." Graves confirmed over the comms.
The feeling in your chest tightened.
Extraction?!
Was he not aware of what the fuck he just did?
"Graves you son of a b-bitch!"you sobbed out.
"What? I did my job, Reaper, you said go!"
"Not to you! My fucking team was still in there! You, you bastard...you just killed them all!"
There was silence on the radio, silence in the helo as Graves looked at the shocked faces of his Shadows looking back at him. Silence at base, where Laswell had her own tears falling at the sound of your anguish.
"Baby...no, I didn't- know I swear, oh fuck oh my god-"
Hurt turned into rage, the blood coursing through you heating up until all you saw was red. You stood, stumbling out of the room and down the stairs, hands gripping the rails as tears impaired your vision.
Looking up as you reached the ground, you let out a gasp as the building in front of you succumbed to the flames, crumbling to the ground.
There was nothing left of them.
Nothing.
You stepped forward, but fell to the floor as your legs failed to keep you upright, causing you to let out another painful wail, barely able to breathe, suffocating from the loss of your team.
They were your fucking responsibility and they're gone.
"Reaper, report...please baby talk to me I- I'm so sorry please."
You couldn't answer.
"Baby, stay where you are. I-I'm coming."
And hearing the cracking in Graves' voice only fuelled your rage more. He had the nerve to be upset, to be hurt, after what he just did?
You had to get them out.
They needed you.
They yelled for you.
"Reaper, don't!"
Without realising, you'd spoken out loud.
You leapt from the ground, feet pushing you forward at a speed you hadn't reached before, pushing for the building.
You were almost there, almost to your team, their screams getting louder as you got closer.
"Baby! Stop!" a voice yelled from behind you, but you ignored it.
You kept running, duty pushing you forward.
A hand caught yours, yanking you back, stopping you in your tracks, "(Y/N)! God damn it, stop!"
The momentum turned you, slamming you into the body in front. Looking through you dampened lashes, you came face to face with your fiancé, who had jumped from the helo to come and get you.
He did this.
"Stop! Get off!" you fought back, pushing Graves away from you, but he was quicker, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you flush against his chest. "Stevens! Javi! Graves get the fuck off me they're shouting for me-!"
"They're gone...they're gone, baby, stop."
You continued to punch, hit, scream, anything to weasel out of his grip and run to your team, run towards their screaming voices.
They were there, you swore it.
"Get off me! Can't you hear them screaming?! They need me!" you whimpered.
Graves bit his lip, holding back his own tears, "No one is yelling for you, baby, they're gone..."
"They're not fucking gone! They're shouting for me they need help! Why won't you help...why won't you..."
Your movements slowed as you sobbed through your words, each hit feeling like a tickle to Graves, who held you close, his own tears forming at your broken state.
"W-why..." your voice cracked, "h-help them...please, Phillip...why won't you- they need me-"
His hands moved to hold your face, forcing your eyes to look into his and away from the massacre ahead.
So beautifully blue.
"I'm so so sorry, baby." he whispered, thumbs rubbing your cheeks, "They're gone...they're gone."
You scanned his face, desperate for him to say he was joking, to show he wasn't serious. But it didn't come, and your team really was gone.
Opening your mouth, only a small sound came out, and the tears fell once more before your legs gave out, and you dropped. He was there to catch you, moving with you, falling to the floor and pulling you onto his lap to hold you close as you sobbed into his chest, hands clawing at him for any kind of stability.
He smoothed your hair with one hand, keeping you tight against him, as the other locked around your waist, allowing you to cry with some kind of privacy as Shadow soldiers seeped from the forest to contain the blaze.
Your team wad dead.
Because of him.
He was here and they were dead.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley#task force 141#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost fanart#call of duty#cod mw oc#cod mw2#cod mwf2#callofduty#gaming#cod mw19#captain price#john mactavish#phillip graves#graves x reader#ghost x reader
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Muse List
Newest Muses – Most recently added; especially looking for new interactions & very active
- Kenny McCormick (South Park)
- Deandra “Dee” Reynolds (It’s Always Sunny)
- Dream (Sandman--FC; Adrien Brody)
- Poe Dameron (Star Wars)
Primary Muses – Muses most often awake and active; always available
- Harry Potter (Harry Potter/Canon Divergent Adult & Slytherin AU)
- Five Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)
- Jean Grey (X-Men/Mix of XMCU & Evo Canon)
- Allison Reynolds (The Breakfast Club)
- Cordelia Chase (BTVS)
- Asher Wyatt (I Bet You Think About Me OC; bio)
- Eddie Munson (Stranger Things)
- Max Mayfield (Stranger Things)
- Steve Harrington (Stranger Things)
Secondary Muses – Muses that are usually awake and active; usually available
- Remus Lupin (Harry Potter/Single ship with kissofthemuses)
- Ronald Weasley (Harry Potter)
- Ella Lopez (Lucifer)
- Diego Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)
- Tara Maclay (BTVS)
- Rupert Giles (BTVS)
- Audrey Hope (Gossip Girl Reboot)
- Gendry Baratheon (GOT/ASOIAF/Modern AU Available)
- Jules Vaughn (Euphoria)
- Ethan Golden (Euphoria)
- Rahne Sinclair (X-men: New Mutants/Evo)
- Dustin Henderson (Stranger Things)
- Jonathan Byers (Stranger Things)
Obscure Muses Spotlight – Muses that lack muse because they lack interactions; available by request and I’m willing to tell you about them
- Sarah Finley (The L Word: Gen Q)
- Patty O’Connor (Kevin can F*** Himself)
- Toni Shalifoe (The Wilds)
- Luna La (Gossip Girl Reboot)
- Natalie (YellowJackets)
- Dwayne Hoover (Little Miss Sunshine)
- Wyatt Langmore (Ozark–Stranger Things Verse)
- Wendy Byrde (Ozark)
Selective Muses – Muses that are picky and slower to reply with; available by request
- Richie Tozier (IT)
- Stanley Uris (IT)
- Peter Hayes (Divergent)
- Charles Gunn (BTVS)
- Lorne “The Host” (BTVS)
- Paige Michalchuck (Degrassi: TNG)
- Ellie Nash (Degrassi: TNG)
- Henry Winter (The Secret History)
- Proinsias “Cass” Cassidy (Preacher)
- Petyr Baelish (GOT/ASOIAF/Modern AU Available)
- Roy Kent (Ted Lasso)
- Meriadoc Brandybuck (LOTR/Movie Canon)
- Fezco (Euphoria)
- Ashtray (Euphoria)
- Dan Humphrey (Gossip Girl; Reboot Verse Available)
- Henry Tanaka (The Wilds)
Private Muses – Muses mostly written with one or several muns; IM to express interest
- Joey Potter (Dawson’s Creek)
- Drue Valentine (Dawson’s Creek)
- Ryan Atwood (The OC)
- Fulton Reed (The Mighty Ducks)
- Charlie Conway (The Might Ducks)
- Mallory Higgins (Cruel Summer)
- Percival Graves (Harry Potter/Canon Divergent)
- Akeno Menzies (Gossip Girl Reboot)
- Tom Wambsgans (Succession)
- Mark S.(cout) (Severance)
- Alan Zaveri (Russian Doll)
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Papa's day feat. nico hischier
just a cute and sweet edit!
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@fanniehischier: papa's girl all day every day 🤍👑
Tag: nicohischier
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@jackhughes: you’re kidding
@jackhughes: this is so wholesome 🥹
↳ @lhughes_6: I know 😭
@lhughes_06: cutest girl ever...idk about nico
↳ @fanniehischier: aweeeee she loves her bestie lukey moose🤍
@tmeier96: swiss summers 🥹
↳ @fanniehischier: the best summers
@miles.wood44: happy papas day @nicohischier
↳ @nicohischier: 🙊🤍
@elblue6: happy fathers day nico!
↳ @fanniehischier: love you mama hughes ❤️
↳ @nicohischier: thankyou mrs.hughes!
@ehaula: baby mia🤍
↳ @frannienischier: the best time !
@katjahischier: can't wait to see you guys soon, incredibly blessed!
↳ @franniehischier: we are incredibly blessed for you guys! see you soon❤️
@nicohischier: Kärlek (love) 🫶🏻
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@jackhughes: girl dad forever
↳ @nicohischier: don’t you know it
@ehaula: currently crying
↳ @franniehischier: same same
@franniehischier: the sweetest (and sassiest) girl around, we love our papa 😌🤍
↳ @nicohischier: your* sassy girl, my sweet girl
↳ @franniehischier: keep dreaming bud
@lhughes_06: the last one
↳ @nicohischier: my lock screen
@miles.wood44: gremlin
↳ @franniehischier: how dare u
↳ @miles.wood44: my days are numbered right?
↳ @nicohischier: you bet
@ryangraves27: piper in the 1st🥺
↳ @nicohischier: miss that girl everyday :(
↳ @franniehischier: our first babe
@katjahischier: happy papas day love, can't wait to see you guys soon!
↳ @nicohischier: danke mama🤍
@macblackwood29: mia mia mia !!!!
↳ @nicohischier: mama mama mia !
↳ @franniehischier: omg
@tomastatar: enjoy the day!
↳ @nichischier: thanks mate!
@pally_18: happy father's day👨🏼🤝👨🏽
↳ @nichischier: happy fathers day to you👨🏼🤝👨🏽
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hope you guys enjoyed! super random :)
#nico hischier#nico hischier x oc#nhl#hockey#nhl blurb#hockey blurb#new jersey devils#jack hughes#luke hughes#timo meier#mackenzie blackwood#ryan graves
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NOTICE !! Something happened to my old blog [@/mxgraves] and I had to remake unfortunately. So if you see things reposted that I posted there it is me!
WELCOME MESSAGE
Hello! My name is Mavis or Haunt, I go by both. I use she/they pronouns and I'm 21. Writing is my hobby and I'm here to share like my works with other people! My biggest interests are Call of Duty and Pacific Rim which this blog is all about!
RULES
· My rules are pretty simple; don't be weird, a bigot or rude and we shouldn't have a problem.
· I don't write any content that would be classified as "proship" content and I don't associate with any corresponding labels either.
· While I write just general content for my fandoms, I also work with x reader stuff and oc x canon stuff. It's always going to be tagged accordingly for people to navigate through.
· All x readers are default to gender neutral and non race specific, I try my best to cater to everyone because everyone deserves to see content that they can be seen through. If you are requesting and what something specific state so or its blank slate reader for all.
WHO I WRITE FOR
· Call of Duty Modern Warfare [Phillip Graves, Osmond "Oz" Ryan, Enzo Reyes, Vladimir Makarov, Andrei Nolan, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, Keaton Whaley (OC), Aleksei Kuznetsov (OC), Harker Allaway (OC)]
· Pacific Rim [Raleigh Becket, Mako Mori, Chuck Hansen, Hercules Hansen, Tendo Choi, Newt Geiszler]
· Warren Kole Characters [Addley Koffin, Walker, Wesley Mitchell, Rafe Adler, David Hellar. Coming Soon: Tim 'Roderick' Nelson, Robert Stahl, Trent Wilkes, Josh Holder.]
MASTERLIST
coming soon~
ANONS
coming soon~
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dance me to the end of love (v)
word count: 4.6k
warnings: fem!oc, cursing, alcohol consumption, mentions of poor parenting and damaged familial relationships
series masterpost: here
a/n: and just like that we're halfway through!!! it's crazy to think about it. however, lots happens in this chapter so buckle up peeps
Soon Magdalene’s feelings are going to get the better of her.
She knows she’s heading down a dangerous path but she can’t help it. Ryan is like a drug she can’t get enough of even though she knows it will hurt her in the long run. Living with him has opened her up to the laid back, intelligent, incredibly funny man he is and Magdalene doesn’t know how she’s ever going to function in her own space ever again. They complement each other like two peas in a pod, and everyone else is starting to catch on to the shift in their relationship.
“When are you going to fess up to Ryan about your feelings?” Bette asks as the two of them sit on the lawn across from the university library. It’s mid October, but the weather is still warm enough that Magdalene eats her lunch outside. Her best friend decided to join her today, no doubt knowing that she’s feeling a little lonely. The Avalanche are in the middle of their season opening road trip and have been gone for nearly five days. Ryan’s condo feels empty without him in it, and Magdalene misses him an unfathomable amount.
“Never, if I can help it,” she replies casually, taking a bite of the turkey wrap that Bette brought her from Barn Owl.
The blonde scoffs. “Fuck off. You have to. What are you going to do when he gets back from Florida and you tackle him as soon as he steps through the door.”
“Caligula will get there first,” Magdalene shrugs. “Those two are thick as thieves.”
Truthfully, Magdalene wasn’t sure what she was going to do. This is the longest they’ve been separated since she moved in and it’s proving to be a harder adjustment than she thought. Magdalene feels a little silly missing him so much – she went nearly twenty-six years without knowing Ryan but now he’s imprinted on her soul for the rest of eternity. Living without him seems impossible.
Bette drops the conversation then, almost as if she knows Magdalene is in her own world thinking about what to do. She mentions the upcoming home opener and her plans to attend with a couple of the other wives and girlfriends. “We’re going out beforehand and you should join us! I really think you’d like most of them.”
The bell in the clock tower rings, signalling the start of another hour, and Magdalene promises she’ll consider the offer as they pack up the picnic and say goodbye. It’s a short walk back to the building she works in, seeing as they were only across the street, but it takes a while for the elevator to come around. Magdalene could have taken the stairs down to the basement but they scare her a lot more than she’d like to admit. Hopefully June won’t mind her being a few minutes late.
Her boss doesn’t look too pleased when Magdalene strolls through the door almost seven minutes later then she should have, but as soon as she tosses the cookie Bette brought her in June’s direction all is forgiven. They work in near silence all afternoon, background noise provided by the small stereo in the corner and their respective grunts of frustration when an image doesn’t digitize properly. The university has finally decided to undertake the massive project of making all their school records available to the public online, and Magdalene and June are in charge of getting all the files ready before sending them to IT for installation into the website. It’s a huge task and is going to take them the better part of a month and a half to finish. Magdalene spends the rest of her work day finishing up a box of graduation records from the 1870s and leaves smelling of very old paper.
On the drive home she considers the invitation Bette extended to her. Magdalene knows she’ll be attending the game, having promised Ryan before he left that she’d be there, but she doesn’t know how to feel about going out for dinner and drink beforehand – especially with people so involved with the team. She isn’t like them, in nearly every sense of the phrase, and doesn’t want people to get the wrong idea. It wouldn’t be fair to Ryan for people to assume they’re together in case he ever does want to bring someone around, but Magdalene can’t help thinking that the speculation wouldn’t hurt. Perhaps it would be the clue that shows him how she feels.
The invite stays in the back of her brain while she heats up leftovers and eats quickly, knowing that Ryan will call soon. He’s like clockwork with his precise game day routine, and he always calls shortly after four o’clock when out east. Magdalene’s phone buzzes from the spot beside her on the couch and she quickly scoops it up and accepts the call.
“Hey,” she says, a little breathless because she’s so excited to talk to him.
“Hey yourself. How was work?” Magdalene can tell Ryan’s got a smile on his face even though she can’t see him. She indulges the question, telling him all about the stuff she digitized and what’s next. Though she always tries to get out of talking about work, fearing it will bore the daylights out of him, Ryan insists on hearing every detail Magdalene wants to share. He finds it all fascinating and tells her so every chance he gets. During her monologue Caligula wanders over and becomes extremely invested after he hears Ryan laugh at something Magdalene said. The small white cat jumps onto Magdalene’s lap and tries to paw the phone away from her ear.
“Hold on, I’m putting you on speaker. Little boots would like to talk.”
At the sound of Ryan’s greeting, Caligula starts meowing up a storm. It’s as though he’s actually holding a conversation with the man, waiting for Ryan to say something before he continues to make noise. Magdalene laughs through what could barely classify as a conversation until the cat gives her space to talk again.
“So,” she says, drawing out the word in an attempt to make Ryan laugh. “Bette asked me to join her and some of the other girls for drinks before Friday’s game.”
Ryan’s responding before Magdalene has finished uttering the last words. “That’s great! I think you should go.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he says sheepishly, “It would be nice for you to know someone other than Bette.”
Magdalene is surprised at the response, but tries her hardest to keep her tone light and teasing. “Why, you plan on keeping me around Mr. Graves?” She can tell Ryan is struggling to come up with an answer because there’s a fair amount of sputtering on the other end of the line.
“I’d be stupid to let you go.”
All the breath in Magdalene’s lungs escapes her. She didn’t expect him to say something like that, and it sends her mind reeling. What does he mean? Unable to process the comment, Magdalene makes up an excuse and hangs up as quickly as possible. She spends the rest of the night wondering if Ryan was trying to make a move and deciding how she should handle his homecoming in a few days.
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When Ryan gets home Thursday morning Magdalene is at work. Caligula is happy to see him, practically pouncing on him and purring so loud Ryan’s sure the neighbours heard the cat. For an animal so small, Caligula can make a lot of noise if he wants.
“Hi boy,” Ryan coos, adjusting his grip on the cat so he doesn’t get dropped while the two of them move around the house. “Did your mom talk about me while I was gone? Been thinking about her a lot lately.”
The cat doesn’t respond, of course, but Ryan finds comfort in vocalizing his emotions. Multiple times on the road trip Tyson made fun of him for the silent pining he’s found himself participating in since Magdalene moved in, and hinted that she might have said something to Bette. Neither of them are great at keeping secrets, but Ryan also knows they want him and Magdalene to get together and aren’t above manipulation to achieve their goals. He doesn’t know how Magdalene actually feels, but Ryan isn’t willing to risk losing their friendship. Just a couple of months ago she sat on the deck of the lake house and told him she wasn’t looking for a relationship – he has to assume that’s still her position because if he doesn’t Ryan isn’t quite sure what he’ll unleash. Though the two of them are close, closer than most friends, Magdalene stills keeps a lot of things to herself and Ryan doesn’t want to pry. When, and if, she’s ready he knows she’ll come to him.
Exhausted from the countless hours of travel he’s endured over the past few days and the pains that come along with being a professional athlete, Ryan falls back onto the couch cushions. He hurts in places he didn’t know existed and wants to do nothing but sleep. Caligula settles into his stomach, purring contently, and though he knows he should unpack his gear, Ryan can’t find the energy to move himself or the cat. Everything will still be there when he wakes up, and hopefully Magdalene will be on her way home. She texted Ryan earlier in the morning, no doubt just before she headed out the door, to say that she was taking some holidays to have a long weekend and would be home around noon. Sleep comes easy with Caligula nestled against his body, and Ryan dreams of Magdalene as he frequently does.
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Despite Bette telling her countless times she shouldn’t be, Magdalene is nervous. The significant others of the Colorado Avalanche are a tight knit group and are very particular with who they let in. Magdalene is a nothing, has no true connections to the team besides being Tyson’s girlfriend’s best friend, and she’s worried she won’t make the cut. If it wasn’t for Bette picking her up in the morning Magdalene would have found a way to get out of drinks, but the blonde made sure she couldn’t make a run for it.
Sitting in the elevated booth, she not-so-casually sips her glass of wine while Bette tries to calm her down. “They’re going to hate me,” she groans, lowering her head to rest it on the table.
“Shut the fuck up,” Bette counters. “You literally know most of them, and Livy will be here if you get too uncomfortable, but most of them were at EJ’s back in May.”
Magdalene can’t argue with the truth, so she rolls her eyes and finishes her drink. By the time she flags down the waiter for a refill the other girls have arrived. They take turns hugging Bette and shuffling into their seats. Magdalene feels awkward with no one acknowledging her, but she does her best to buck up and deal with it. It means a lot to Bette, and Ryan, that she’s here trying to make friends so she’ll at least make an effort.
A blonde who looks a little older than the rest addresses her first. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m Mel. I think we met last season at a game.”
It takes Magdalene a second to recall the face, but then she recognizes Mel as the person who alerted her to the fight Ryan got into to defend Tyson. “Oh yeah,” she chuckles, though it’s still got a nervous quality, “You’re the one who was yelling about Ryan’s fight.”
Everyone looks at her like Magdalene had confessed to seeing a ghost. “What’s the matter?”
“No one ever calls him that,” a petite girl with tight curls explains. “We all just call him Gravy.”
“Oh.”
Magdalene isn’t sure what the comment is supposed to mean, or if it even meant anything at all, but she does her best to push it aside because Livy is trying to catch up with her. The rest of the outing goes well – Magdalene keeps quiet until someone gives an inaccurate analogy about Rome and she has to correct them. It may make her seem stuck up, but she really hates when people spread misinformation. Everyone laughs, and after that it’s hard for Magdalene to stay silent. She talks about work and college, but when someone asks about home she shuts down. Bette notices the shift in her behaviour before Magdalene’s face has even dropped, and shifts the conversation in another direction. Soon it’s a respectable time to head to the arena and they all pay their tabs, Magdalene going first and then ducking out of the bar that became crowded while they were sitting down.
The fresh air feels good against her skin, and she takes the time alone to regulate her thoughts. There’s still several hours until she can return home and cry in the shower over the mention of her family so it’s important to present a calm facade. Bette comes out slightly ahead of the other girls and checks in with her friend, but Magdalene assures her she’s okay. It was a bit of a spook, but the other girls have no idea about how fucked up her familial situation is so Magdalene can’t hold it against them. The arena is a few blocks over, so the group walks towards it at a brisk pace. Magdalene’s mind is still churning from the bar when they step inside, so she peels off from the rest of the group. Warm ups are about to start and she knows that seeing Ryan will help to calm her down, at least until they can go home and she can sequester herself away from the rest of the world.
She finds a space against the glass and strains her eyes for her new favourite number. Ryan hasn’t made it out on the ice yet, but Tyson gives her a big wave when he skates past. It takes a few seconds, though it feels like years, but Ryan eventually steps out, all long limbs and hair and dazzling smile as his teammates give him big hi-fives. Magdalene doesn’t want to intrude but she needs to spend a few moments with him to feel completely present. When he skates by she waves shyly, and Ryan doubles back once he realizes who it is.
“There’s my favourite girl!” he shouts over the crowd, making sure Magdalene can hear.
The phrase brings a smile to her face, which in turn makes Ryan light up more. “Hi Ry,” she yells back. “I just wanted to come and say hi.”
Ryan’s heart warms at her words, but he knows that’s not the only reason. He’s lived with her long enough to know that something is bothering her but he isn’t going to push. There isn’t much time to have a conversation, so Ryan takes the time to make plans for after the game. “You riding home with me?”
Magdalene nods. “Yeah. Bette picked me up this morning so I didn’t drive.”
The loud sound of sticks clapping against the ice startles them both, and it’s Ryan’s teammate’s way of getting him to refocus. Magdalene says goodbye and before Ryan heads back to the bench he flips a puck over the glass for her. She smiles brightly, and watches him skate away. On her way up the stairs she hands it to a little girl wearing a much too big Graves jersey. It makes her night, and Magdalene returns to the private box she’s watching the game from feeling much lighter than when she entered the arena.
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Later, much later, after all of Ryan’s post game media and sitting through the traffic of downtown, Magdalene opens up about what was bothering her at the arena. The two of them are curled up in Ryan’s bed buried under a mass of blankets with several pillows strewn about. It’s become a frequent place for them to spend time, and every time they lay down Magdalene rests her head on Ryan’s chest and he keeps her in place with his arms wrapped tightly around her. Magdalene’s clutching his hoodie tighter than usual, her voice small as she speaks into the darkness of the room.
“I didn’t just want to say hi earlier.”
Ryan isn’t surprised by her confession, but wants to know what caused the surprise visit. “No? What was it?”
Magdalene lift head and shifts to face him, propping herself up with an open palm. “It’s kind of stupid,” she mumbles, feeling dumb for even bringing it up. Ryan doesn’t want to know the sob story that is her past life. “But it’s mostly okay now.”
“You don’t have to tell me, and I don’t want to push, but I think getting it off your chest will help,” he whispers, feeling like talking in a normal voice could startle the girl in front of him.
He’s right – Magdalene knows it. Telling someone the truth, as much of the truth as she can share, other than Bette would do her some good. Her therapist once said Magdalene needed to work on letting people in, and she figures there’s no one better than Ryan. “One of the girls asked me about home when we were getting drinks, and it’s just a really sore subject for me. I shut down and just needed to see you to ground myself.” Ryan goes to talk, but Magdalene continues. “No one really knows, but I left for Denver as soon as I graduated high school. My parents weren’t the greatest, and I suffered a lot emotionally at home. When I told them I was leaving, they told me never to come back and we haven’t spoken since. So yeah, that’s pretty much it. And I just needed to see you to remind myself that I’m okay without my family. You’re part of my family now, the one that really matters.”
Ryan is speechless. “Oh bug,” he sighs, heart hurting for all the pain Magdalene has experienced in her life. “I’m so sorry.” He wants to scream for her, maybe even break something, but all his anger dissipates when he looks down and sees her crying. Silently, Ryan wipes away the tears with the pad of his thumb and holds Magdalene until she stops trembling. They lay in silence for a while, sitting with the weight of the confession she just made. At some point Caligula shuffles in and finds a spot at Ryan’s side that isn’t occupied by Magdalene. The three of them feel like a little family, and it’s too good for Magdalene not to do something about.
“Can I kiss you?”
She’s never been so confident while asking a question. Magdalene knows he wants to kiss Ryan, has known for a while, and after baring her soul to him it seems like an appropriate time to take the plunge. They’ve never truly been just friends and everyone around them, including themselves, knows it.
“Mags,” Ryan says in a gentle yet stern voice, “I’m not gonna kiss you. You’ve just been very vulnerable with me, which I appreciate, and though I really really want to fucking kiss you I’m going to take advantage of you like that.”
If it were possible, Magdalene’s heart would expand so much it would be close to bursting. “I promise this is what I want and that I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. So please shut the fuck up and let me kiss you.”
She leans forward to connect their lips, and it feels like a fire has been ignited in her veins. Ryan is soft and gentle with the right amount of grit to make Magdalene weak in the knees. They move in tandem, giving and taking where necessary, and by the time they pull apart for air Magdalene thinks she’ll never be able to kiss anyone other than Ryan. When he looks at her, eyes kind and glimmering with light, Magdalene is certain kissing other people is off the table.
Neither of them make an effort to talk about what just happened or what it means. Instead, Magdalene kisses him again, and again, and keeps going until she’s completely out of breath. There’s no protest from Ryan, and he looks as blissful as Magdalene feels. She rests her head on his chest again and he cards his fingers through her hair as they sit in the comfortable silence that surrounds them.
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Magdalene keeps kissing Ryan, and he keeps kissing her. It’s always in the safety of his apartment, oftentimes with Caligula in the way, but wholesome and loving and warm. They haven’t defined their relationship, and truthfully Magdalene is glad. She likes being friends with Ryan and doesn’t know how the added pressures of dating would affect them – though she might like kissing him more than just being friends.
It becomes routine for either of them to reach for a kiss before heading to the door. Magdalene gets one every time she leaves for work, and if she’s there before Ryan has to leave for games he’s pulled into her lips by his tie. It’s fun and it’s new and Magdalene never wants it to end. She keeps the secret for a couple weeks, but eventually it becomes too much to hold in and she tells Bette one Saturday when they meet for brunch at Barn Owl because the boys are away.
“I kissed Ryan.” It’s out of her mouth like a bullet, cutting through the air and ringing out. Bette is shocked, jaw dropping, only to open further when Magdalene corrects herself. “Been kissing Ryan, actually.”
“You’re fucking joking,” Bette laughs, still not one hundred percent sure Magdalene is being serious. When the brunette nods her head, she squeals in what can only be presumed as delight. “Shut up! Tell me everything!”
Magdalene indulges her friend, and spills every detail she’s willing to share. Part of her wants to keep a bit of her life with Ryan a secret so she does, but Bette is more than willing to work with the information given. She listens carefully while Magdalene talks and waits until there’s nothing more to say before diving into a long list of reasons why kissing Ryan is the best thing that’s ever happened to her friend. Magdalene isn’t sure that it’s great because Bette will always have someone to go to games with, but she is in agreement that it is one of the best choices she’s ever made. They spend the rest of the morning giggling like school girls over potential love and Magdalene heads back to Ryan’s place feeling light and airy.
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The first thing Ryan does when he comes home is kisses Magdalene. She’s sitting on the couch with Caligula on her lap reading a book, and he doesn’t even bother to drop his bags on the floor before leaning over the worn leather and connecting their lips. It feels heavenly after the days-long absence and Magdalene chases his lips when Ryan pulls away.
“I missed you.”
They’re three words that shouldn’t mean much, but coming from him they send Magdalene spiralling. He missed her? The girl who spends her days geeking out over old documents and talks to her cat? Regardless of how true the statement is she appreciates it, because Magdalene missed Ryan more than she could ever explain.
“How was the flight home?” she asks, twirling a lock of his hair around her index finger and pulling him down for another kiss. Ryan happily obliges, and kisses her until Caligula begins to meow for attention. The cat practically launches himself into Ryan’s arms as he rounds the corner to sit down next to Magdalene, and purrs loudly at being reunited with the tall man.
Ryan laughs at the animal’s antics before wrapping his spare arm around Magdalene and pulling her close. “It was fine. We hit a bit of turbulence that made it hard to sleep but I managed,” he replies, and reaches for the television remote. Magdalene hums in response, resting her head on Ryan’s shoulder and returning her attention to the book in her hands. It’s silent except for the low buzz of the television as Ryan reviews tape, but neither of them mind. Co-existing is enough for both of them, and it’s peaceful and easy. The occasional conversation occurs but they mostly do their own thing, enjoying the feeling of being together again. More than a few kisses are shared, and Magdalene eventually pries herself away from Ryan long enough to make dinner.
They stayed glued to each other until Magdalene falls asleep. Ryan doesn’t even notice when it happens, but eventually he tries to leave the couch to get a glass of water and finds dead weight on top of him in the shape of the girl he just might love. Magdalene’s snoring softly, and he’s positive there is nothing more adorable in the entire world. A glance at the clock on the wall alerts Ryan to the fact that he should go to bed too, and he begins to brainstorm how to get Magdalene into bed without waking her. She’s been exhausted lately, working extended hours, and he knows she needs all the rest she can get.
It takes a few moments to coordinate, but Ryan gets himself upright without Magdalene realizing she’s no longer using him as a pillow. Gently he scoops her into his arms and pads down the hallway, careful not to hit her ankles on the walls or door frames. Once inside her room, Ryan tucks Magdalene into bed and makes sure her phone is on the nightstand just where she likes it. She looks so content in sleep that he can’t help but lean down and press a shirt kiss to her forehead.
“Night Mags,” he whispers into the dark, wondering if she’ll wake and hear all the adoration his voice holds.
Magdalene stirs at the noise, and opens her eyes to see Ryan’s retreating figure. “Night Ry.”
It’s late, approaching two in the morning, when Magdalene’s phone starts ringing off the hook. Though Ryan has told her multiple times that she doesn’t need to turn her sound on before she goes to bed, she can never find it in her to heed his words. What if there’s an emergency somewhere and some hospital has to get a hold of her? Magdalene would never be able to forgive herself if she was too late because she slept through the incoming calls.
Despite her underlying fears of missing something important, Magdalene considers letting it go to voicemail. She’s exhausted, between the high maintenance projects at work and trying her hardest to go to every Avalanche home game she can, and if it’s urgent she’s sure the person will call again if they need her. It rings three more times before Magdalene decides to pick it up – if only to stop the incessant noise.
Not bothering to even see who’s calling at such an ungodly hour, Magdalene speaks in a sleep-laden voice that betrays what she was doing not even a minute prior. “Hello?”
Bette answers her, offering a quick but sincere apology for the time but explaining that it couldn’t wait. Magdalene groans in contempt, thinking that it most certainly could have waited a few more hours. She doesn’t voice her opinion however, instead waiting for her friend to spill whatever news was making her bounce up and down on the other side of the line.
She’s about to hang up when Bette utters a sentence Magdalene’s been waiting for but never thought she’d hear at one fifty-seven am. “I’m getting married!”
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Daddy’s Back: Daddy’s Staying? Part 2
Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Steve Rogers x fem!reader, Bucky Barnes & Steve x OC children [Iris and Canan]
Bucky Masterlist ✸ Steve Masterlist ✸ Series Masterlist
Summary: You decide to give Bucky another chance, but Steve is definitely not on board. Steve does some digging and finds out something about Bucky that makes you question his motives.
Warnings: you’re a single mom, Steve and Bucky arguing like children. Steve not wanting to give Bucky another chance (he’s kind of dramatic with it) there’s hints of fluff.
Word Count: 4.0k (I did not expect this part to be so long)
A/N: I’m back with a second part after posting the first part! Hope you guys like it!
Italics are flashbacks
It’s been a few months since you’ve decided to give Bucky another chance. Steve gradually became not too fond of the idea, he thinks that Bucky is irredeemable. The question that still stands though, is he? Bucky tries to get along with Steve. But boy Steve is not having it at all.
“Steve, you were on board with this last time we talked about it.”
“I never said that. I just didn’t oppose your decision.” He replies, looking at you like you’ve made a grave mistake. “It is your decision.”
“You think I shouldn’t let him get closer to Canan and Iris.” You said as a statement rather than a question. “You don’t think he deserves a second chance.”
“Yeah, maybe he doesn’t deserve a second chance but I’m not doing this for me, I’m doing it for them,” you paused before looking Steve in the eye,” And if he’s not serious, I’ll gladly do what needs to be done.”
Today is Wednesday, which meant Bucky was coming over. Every Wednesday Bucky would come after school and help the kids with their homework. Bucky had to work 5 days out of the week but he made sure he was over each Wednesday.
After Bucky came by a few times, Iris finally got used to him, she wasn’t all that accepting because she didn’t like the sudden change. The guy she met at the park a few weeks ago was coming over every week. She didn’t gravitate towards Bucky as much as Canan.
The kids were eating their after school snack when the doorbell rang. Interrupting you and Steve’s conversation, “Steve, we’ll finish this later.” You went to open the door and Bucky was right on time.
“Hey James, come in.”
“Hi, thanks.” Bucky came inside, going straight to the kitchen to see Iris and Canan. The both of them said hi as they were excited for him to come. “Hey you two, how was school?”
The kids cheerfully told Bucky about their days at school, pointing out details they could remember the most. Bucky also told them a little about his day, he fixed up a few cars, changing tires, oil and fixing up other parts on cars.
Canan was intrigued, over the last few months he's started to have an obsession with cars, trucks, motorcycles, basically anything with wheels. “Could I watch you fix a car one day, Mister James?”
‘Sure, kid, we’d have to talk to your mom about the details though.” Bucky smiled before glancing at you from the other side of the room.
Bucky was checking out a customer when he saw you in the corner of his eye outside of his repair shop. “Ryan, can you help this customer, I need to check on something.” He said before jogging outside to see you. You giggled as he hugged you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
“What are you doing here, Doll?”
“I wanted to see you in action, fixing cars and your cute customer service smile.” You teased, kissing his cheek.
“Business is a little slow today, we’ve only had a handful of customers. A few oil changes, tire rotations, nothing too big.”
“Aw, well I’ll just have to come visit again.”
“That you have to do, come when it's busier and I’m all sweaty.” He smirked, making you smile again.
“I do like the sound of that.”
“I’ll figure out a day for the both of you.” You smile as you sit down at the table next to Iris. “What homework do you have today?”
“Shapes.” Iris said, grabbing her folder out of her bag. You looked over at Canan, who was already being helped by Bucky. “Canan, what are you working on today?”
“Numbers and Writing.”
“Good thing, I’m great at numbers and writing.” Bucky smiled, picking up a pencil.
Once Bucky arrived, Steve had gone into the other room so he wouldn’t be near him. You noticed but didn’t say anything. Steve had been responding like this for weeks. You thought maybe he’d come around since they were once best friends but Steve was not willing to try. Bucky on the other hand tried to be friendly and put the past behind him. Steve was watching some reruns on TV while Bucky was spending time with you and the kids.
Bucky helped Canan for a while until he got a call, Bucky excused himself and walked into the other room leading him right to Steve. Bucky waved and then answered his phone. His coworker was calling asking him to come in. Steve was listening intensely, just hoping he was still the same guy he was 4 years ago, but Steve was surely let down. Bucky told him he couldn’t, that he’s with his kids, he said in a low voice so that only the other super soldier and the coworker could hear. The coworker understood and Bucky thanked him before hanging up.
Bucky faced Steve, a smile on his face, “people can change Steve.”
“Not someone like you.” Steve spat as he got up from the sofa.
“What do you mean? Someone like me? What are you implying?”
“You can’t be redeemed, what pathetic excuse of a human walks out on his family,” he paused to chuckle, “and then comes back 4 years later.”
“You know what this looks like Steven?” Bucky questioned as he got in Steve’s face, “it looks like someone is jealous.”
Steve pushed Bucky back from out of his face, “You don’t deserve to be here.”
Before Bucky or Steve could speak again, Canan had walked in,
“Uncle Steve? Why are you mad at Mister James?” Canan asked as he walked into the loud room. Steve froze, not knowing what to say, Bucky on the other hand was ready for this sort of interruption, “me and your Uncle are working out a problem, why don’t you go back in there with your mom and sister.”
Canan looked at Steve and back at Bucky before walking back to the kitchen. Soon after you came into the room, a scowl plastered on your face, irritated with the both of them, “what is going on in here? If you both have disagreements, have them outside of my house.” Both of them look around like they’re children who just got scolded. “The both of you are too old to be yelling at each other like this.” You stood there for a minute giving them a chance to get out of each others faces, watching them,
“Now, are the both of you staying for dinner or not?”
The both of them nodded and came back into the kitchen. Steve started helping Iris with her homework while you started on dinner, ignoring Bucky as he did so. Thankfully the kids didn’t have much homework so they were done within the hour. As you cooked dinner Steve and Bucky sat across from each other, not saying a word but staring at each other.
You were relieved when dinner was ready, stopping them from whatever they were doing. You called the kids back into the kitchen and made their plates, setting them down on the table for them. You made your plate and sat down, Bucky and Steve following after.
After you finished dinner, you glanced at the clock, realizing the time, Bucky was about to leave, so you got up and walked to the door. Bucky had already said his goodbyes to Iris and Canan and was heading out. You followed him because you needed to talk to him,
“Steve, could you get them ready for bed, I need to talk to James.” Steve just nodded and ushered the kids upstairs. While Steve was getting them together you closed the door behind you and Bucky spoke, “(y/n), I’m sorry about what happened earlier with Steve.”
“He really doesn’t like the idea of you being here.” You replied, acknowledging his apology mentally, “I’m going to talk to him about it, because what I don’t need is two grown men fighting in my living room.”
“Yeah, I understand.” Bucky said, nodding.
You looked back at your house, “I better get inside, see you later.”
“Goodnight (y/n).”
You went back inside, locking the door, lingering by it for a second, thinking to yourself. Is he going to mess this up? Questioning your judgment. You were interrupted by Steve’s voice booming from upstairs, “(y/n)!”
“I’m coming!”
Steve was about to put Canan in the bath when you jogged up the stairs. You came upstairs and saw Iris tucked in bed, ready for a story. You smiled at Steve and Canan before going into Iris’ room. “Hey honey, ready for your story?”
“Mommy? What were you talking to Mister James about?” She asked, her (y/e/c) eyes looking at you, waiting for an answer.
“We were talking about when he’s coming by again,” you smiled, “so ready for your book?”
Every time it’s time to read her a bedtime story she always chooses the same book, Goodnight Moon. Once you finished reading, you turned on her nightlight, then kissed her forehead, ‘Goodnight Iris.”
“Goodnight mommy.”
You left the room, closing the door but leaving it cracked. Looking into the bathroom, Steve and Canan weren’t there so you walked towards his room. Canan was in bed and Steve was telling him about his day. Canan wasn’t really big on bedtime stories from books, he always wanted a real story, something that happened during the day. Steve told him all about his day, earning big laughs from him and you, as you listened.
Once Steve was done telling the story, he tucked Canan in and told him goodnight. You entered the room as Steve left. He was heading to Iris’ room to say goodnight. Whenever Steve was over, he made sure to say goodnight to both of them before leaving. You bent over and placed a kiss on Canan’s forehead and turned off his light, leaving his door the same way you did Iris’.
You walked downstairs, seeing Steve washing the remaining dishes in the sink. “You don’t have to do that, Steve.”
Steve set the dish down, “So you don’t need me anymore, you got Bucky so now you’re just going to let me go?” Steve spoke as he aggressively picked up the plate and continued to clean it.
“Steve. You’re taking this too far. I love you, and the kids love you. I’d never want you to leave.” You walked more into the kitchen and turned a dining chair around, sitting down. “After all these years, you think that when Bucky comes you’re not my best friend anymore?”
“(y/n) I-.”
“To be honest, I didn’t think I’d be going to the fair with a 2 and 3 year old.”
“I wanted to give you this, all the junk food you could imagine and some roller coasters if you want to ride.”
“You had me at food, but I do not want to step foot near these to-go roller coasters.” You said making Steve laugh a bit.
“Sounds like a plan.”
You had been exhausted after taking care of 2 sick babies and Steve wanted to take you out. Somewhere that was kid friendly, he decided on the fair.
“Steve, I just want to thank you for everything.”
“(y/n), you don’t have to do that.”
“You’ve been with me since day 1, you deserve some thanks.” You insisted as you patted his shoulder.
The day went on and you and Steve ate so much junk food it was starting to creep up on the both of you. “I’m going to be sick tonight.” You groaned.
“That's the beauty of the fair, I guess.”
“I feel too old for the fair.”
“It’s only been a few months, give him a year, but please no more arguing in my living room like children. The both of you are way too old to be bickering like that.”
He laughs, drying off a dish and smiling back at you. “Won’t happen again.”
The next few days looked the same, school, work, afterschool, homework, dinner and sleep. Steve didn’t come around much because of work, which was fine, you understood. It was finally Friday evening, which meant you and the kids could stay up late then sleep in. You didn’t have anything planned for the weekend, you honestly would just love to stay home and relax, but you can’t do that with kids. They always want to go do something. You put on one of the kids favorite movies and sat down, both of them on one side of you. 30 minutes into the movie, Iris fell asleep. You were laughing at a scene when your phone dinged, it’s Bucky.
“Hey, what are you doing this weekend?”
You got up and went into the other room to call him. “Hey, what’s up?”
“Hi, sorry I’m calling so late. I bought some tickets to an amusement park.”
“You did what?” You were honestly shocked, Bucky spent money on the kids?
“I bought 5 tickets to the amusement park an hour away, I didn’t know if I should get a two day pass or just one day. I did one just in case.” He repeated, you could hear his smile as he spoke.
“Wow, that's really nice of you, but Steve is busy for the weekend so it’ll just be the 4 of us. The kids will be so excited.”
“Should I come to your house tomorrow at 9am and we leave by 10am?”
‘Sounds good, I’ll see you tomorrow James.”
You quickly explained to Canan that he needed to go to bed, without telling him the plans for tomorrow, and you carried Iris up to her bed, tucking them both in. You got settled in your room and stared at your phone, wondering if you should tell Steve or just leave it alone. Ultimately, you decided to leave it alone, if he asks, you’ll tell him. You took a quick shower and got into bed, dozing off soon after.
The next day, Saturday
You woke up around 8 so you could get ready for the day. You packed sunscreen, snacks, extra clothes, swimsuits and every other thing you could think to pack for the kids. Soon after you finished stuffing a backpack, you cooked breakfast and made the kids plates. Right when you wiped your hands on a towel, your doorbell rang. You looked at your phone, hoping you’re not running late, 9:00am, your phone read. It was Bucky, right on time. You invited him in and told him you had to go wake up Iris and Canan.
You woke up Iris and Canan, getting them downstairs so they could eat. They both said hi to Bucky before sitting down to eat. While they were eating, you finished packing which caught Bucky’s eye, “I know a mother thinks about her kids first, but I think you’re missing stuff for yourself in here.” You smile at his words, remembering that yeah, you do need to pack some stuff for yourself.
After you were packed, you decided that taking your car would be the best option, but he offered to drive. So you brought the bags to the car and then put the kids in the car. Bucky buckled in Iris, while you did Canan.
“Mom, is Uncle Steve coming?” Canan asked as you finished buckling him up.
“No, he has to work today, I wish he could’ve come but his schedule is really busy this weekend.”
Canan and Iris were both a little upset that Steve wasn’t coming, which was to be expected. Steve always came when you would go do some really fun stuff. He was usually the one that suggested it.
“Mommy? Where are we going?” Iris questioned as she looked out the window.
“Somewhere fun, Mister James paid for it, we’ll be there soon.”
Upon arriving, you and Bucky got the kids out and bags out of the car and headed to the entrance. Iris and Canan stared at the entrance as they realized where they were, their excited screams filled the air as they ran.
Since they were so young and couldn’t ride on really big roller coasters, you all stayed in kiddie land most of the day. Where they insisted on riding the same roller coasters every 30 minutes.
Bucky took Iris and Canan on a spinning mini coaster, you definitely weren’t stepping anywhere near that, knowing that would be a mistake. So you sat at a bench under a tree and watched them. You hadn’t looked at your phone for a couple hours, which made Steve send you a bunch of messages and calls.
Hey
(y/n)?
Hello?
I stopped by the house, your car is gone?
Call me?
5 missed calls
Steve
You groaned as you realized you would have to tell him where you are. Work must’ve let him go early. To get it over with you decided to call him, “hey Steve.”
“Hey, you're not at home.” He said more as a statement than a question.
“I’m not, Bucky had bought tickets to an amusement park, so we’re there right now.”
“Oh.” he says, before going completely silent.
“Yeah, we should be home before dinner time, should I call you and meet us at home for dinner?”
“I’ll see, I think that's Fury calling me, I have to go, bye.” Without letting you say anything he hung up.
Bucky and the kids got off the ride just as you were putting your phone away, “mommy was that Uncle Steve?” Iris asked, hoping she’d see him today.
“Yes, it was, I invited him to dinner with us, but I'm not sure if he can make it.”
“Well I hope he can make it.” Bucky said, with no malicious intent, which definitely stood out to you, “Should we pick up some food from somewhere? I’m buying.”
“You don’t have to, the amusement park was plenty, especially since you bought them anything they wanted, I’m going to have to find space for all of the toys you bought.” You explained.
‘I don’t mind.”
As the day got hotter the 4 of you made your way to the waterpark part of the amusement park. Spending a couple hours there, Iris and Canan did not want to leave the lazy River, but to their disappointment it was getting late and they were growing tired. The sun was setting as you dressed the kids. So you had no choice but to leave. So Bucky picked them both up and carried them to the car, while you carried the bags and toys Bucky bought the kids.
Bucky drove back home, dropping off you and the kids before going to get the food. You got the kids out of the car and took them inside where you were greeted by Steve. Who invited himself in.
“Oh kids look, it's Uncle Steve.”
Your kids ran over to Steve and hugged him before rambling on about their day with you and Bucky. To your surprise, Iris started warming up to Bucky, you noticed as she told Steve about her day and was happy when she brought Bucky up. You sat down at the dining table and watched your kids, a smile gracing your lips. After a few minutes the kids were done talking and wanted to play with their new toys. Steve came into the kitchen and sat at the dining table with you.
“They had a lot of fun today.” He said in the most monotone voice.
“They did, they got a lot of toys and rode roller coasters.” You smiled as you started unpacking the bags, you were happy they had a good day out.
‘Where’s Bucky?”
“He went to get dinner, I told him what you wanted, he’s bringing you something.”
“Let me guess, he’s buying?”
“Is that a problem Steve?” You questioned as you stared at Steve, wondering what his problem is now. “You can’t just let him do something nice without picking him apart?”
Steve came closer and in a low whisper he said, “It doesn’t seem strange to you that he comes back after 4 years and has a lot more money than he did before, doing the same job?”
He has a good point, you thought. “Steve, what are you suggesting? He’s a scammer? A criminal?”
“He's in a relationship.”
His response honestly confused you. Okay? So he’s in a relationship, good for him. “And? There's nothing wrong with that.” You were honestly so lost, what was Steve getting at? What was he trying to prove?
“His newest girlfriend didn’t come in the picture until around a few months ago.”
That’s when it clicked. 6 months ago was when Bucky knocked on your door for the first time in 4 years. ”Steve, where are you getting this information from?” Without wasting a second Steve slides a manila folder with the words “Classified” on the front, on the table towards you. You open it to see pictures of a brown haired woman, and everything possibly known about her. You look at some of the pictures and you see one with Bucky and the woman.
“So you think the girlfriend has something to do with why he came back? Not just because of the kids?” You quietly spoke as you glanced at the file.
“I do, yes. Men like him don’t change like this, and this is probably where all that money is coming from.”
You quickly closed the manila folder and slid the folder back to him, “please just put it away.”
“(y/n), I’m sorry.”
“ I don’t want you to bring this up tonight.”
“But-.”
“No, I want the kids to have a good day, okay?” Steve just nods and puts away the folder so it’s out of view.
A few minutes later, Bucky finally arrived with the food, interrupting Steve and his theory. You let him inside and Bucky quickly passed out everyone’s food.
“Okay you two, make sure you thank Mister James. He took us to the amusement park and bought us dinner.”
“Just James, if that's okay.” Bucky interrupts with a big smile on his face. You nodded as the kids hugged him and thanked him.
Canan sat next to Steve, Iris sat next to you and Bucky sat at the head of the table. The kids ate and then wanted to go play, so you let them play in the living room while the adults stayed in the kitchen. Bucky got up and threw away his trash while you glanced at Steve, his expression unreadable.
“Bucky, can I ask you something?” You questioned, using his nickname and not his first name. A change you thought was needed, to see if he would be honest.
“Everything okay (y/n)?”
“Yeah, can you sit down, I have a question.” You requested, hoping he’d listen. Bucky sat down in his seat after that, he was confused to say the least, “(y/n), is something wrong?”
“Is she the reason you’re here and not because of the kids?” You spoke in a low but serious tone.
“What?”
“Is she the reason you’re here?” You asked again, Bucky stared at you, confused on what you mean. You turned over to Steve and he handed you the folder. Taking out the picture of him and the woman, you slid it over to him, “I’ll ask again, is she the reason you’re here?”
Bucky gulps, knowing that his response can make or break everything. “It's not that simple (y/n).” Steve was getting irritated, you could tell by the way he kept looking at you, waiting for you to let him say something.
“Answer me, yes or no, Bucky. I’m not playing games with you.”
“I’m not playing a game either, I want to be here, I want to see them, I love them.”
You’re conflicted. Is he being truthful? Is it not that simple? Or is he lying? Lying like the liar he’s always been. “Yes or no.”
“Yes.”
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welcome to a winter (& loosely holiday) themed series of fics. i have been working on these fics since august, and there have been more changes to this series than i would have liked.
these 9 fics in 1 month are my gift to you all for reading my fics and hanging around 💚
fics with an (x) link at the end have OCs with pre-existing stories. all other OCs are brand new.
all fics will be posted at 9am UTC -5 (NYC time) on the day shown and represent the final (sometimes only) date of the fic.
3 December
it’s golden - anthony beauvillier & maggie fisch (x)
4 December
never saw you coming - ryan graves & isla darkott
7 December
been a long time coming - elias pettersson & joanie bachman
13 December
your eyes look like coming home - jamie oleksiak & devon abbott
17 December
i'm all about you - brock boeser & annie horvat (x)
24 December
friday night beneath the stars - kevin hayes & sofia lakeland (x)
25 December
everything that we should be - jack hughes & daisy holston (x)
28 December
remember how it was back then - jeff skinner & melanie chester
2 January
yours for the weekend - nico hischier & stef brunner (x)
i hope this is worth the week long wait after posting this, I know it’s a long time 💚
many special thank yous to @matthewtkachuk @danglesnipecelly @farbutnevergone @lulucanwrite and @hock-ee for letting me talk about these fics and for helping me out when i needed it 💚
#'tis the (damn) season#masterlist#the missing 10th fic was a Raff fic#i thought I could write it but I was lying to myself#potentially the last fics I’m going to post#that might change because I’m still going to be around to watch you guys read the fics so I might have a change of heart#but just as a forewarning I guess
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