#sebastian aho fanfiction
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Carry Me Home || S. Aho
Author: Sydney / @sydnikov
Pairing: Sebastian Aho/fem!Reader
Word Count: 5.6k
Summary: Sebastian Aho is frustrated with his team’s loss against the New York Islanders. He takes it out on you in a rather primitive way.
Warnings: 18+ smut smut smut, unprotected p in v (wrap it up kiddos!), oral (f receiving), bits of dom!Sepe, breeding kink if you squint, cursing, angst, not much fluff in this one
A/N: Surprise! My first smut fic. I hate myself. I blame the Hurricanes playing like shit for making me write this. As usual, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. Enjoy!! I certainly didn’t (kidding) P.S. Title is from “All The Small Things” by Blink 182
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Sebastian Aho feels fire in his veins. His skin is flushed, hot to the touch, with his hair smoking from sweat-soaked strands boiling into steam. He is a steadily growing inferno, biding his time before unleashing his wrath.
There was no other time in his life he could think of where he had ever felt so frustrated, so angry.
Painful grunts and the sounds of sticks hitting the ice so hard they break echo in his ears, just as the sound of the puck hitting the goal post every time he shot it did, too. In the back of his mind, Sebastian knows that winning takes more than just one player, but yet all he can think is my fault my fault my fault.
He is an alternate captain, after all. It’s his job to help lead his team, to get them the wins they deserve. So ever since the start of this season, why had he been failing to do so?
Sebastian couldn’t dominate the Islanders on his own no matter how much he wanted to… But there is one person he knows he can.
As the Fin aggressively unties his skates, he imagines the strands of your hair tangled in his fingers as the laces get stuck on his glove. As he rips off his undershirt, he imagines doing the same to your bra.
When the reporters ask the same question they do after every game, “What could you have done better?” and pretend not to flinch when he shoots them a glare, he imagines your wide-eyed gaze as he tells you, c’mon, you can take it, yeah?
He kind of wishes he could say the same thing to these fucking reporters as he imagines giving one or two or preferably all of them a black eye—in a different scenario, of course.
Oh, but you are so good to him. He doesn’t deserve you. There is absolutely nothing in this world that can take you away from him, not now and not ever.
The winger speaks to no one except for the coaching staff as he eventually storms out of the locker room, exchanging a few words about practice and something about more line changes before he is finally let go.
Sebastian doesn’t want to think about hockey anymore. He wants to think about you.
Meanwhile, you were planted outside said locker room with a few of the wives and girlfriends, leaning against the wall while you all tried to talk about anything other than the disaster of a game you’d just watched.
It was hard watching the person you love get so upset and disappointed, especially when knowing how much pressure he puts on himself to be a leader of his team. There were many nights laying in bed, his head resting on your chest, that he revealed the bits and pieces of his carefully shielded heart how responsible he feels for his team’s performance.
How every loss chips away at his self-respect, leaving him feeling broken and lost as he struggles to find a way to get his team back on top. He was only one man, yet felt the weight of a thousand suns bearing down on his shoulders, relying on him to score.
And score he tries. Everything he could do he does; he racks up the points, he makes assists, but all his efforts still couldn’t bring them out on top.
You know Sebastian feels worthless, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to express it as you spot him marching up to you.
“Hey,” is your first word to him, spoken softly and carefully before he pulls you into his chest. The first thing you notice is that he feels like a human furnace; the chill you’d become used to after sitting next to an ice rink for over two hours is immediately replaced with warmth, and you can’t help but bury your head into his chest at the feel of it. “I’m sorry, Sepe.”
The pressure he so often feels immediately dissipates at the sound of your voice. Sebastian releases a strained sigh and curls over your body in a protective embrace, his mind racing with millions of words at a million miles per hour but the only ones he can hear are mine mine mine as you look up at him with unbridled affection.
“Kulta,” My honey, he murmurs, wet strands of hair falling over his eyes as he looks down at you. “You’re still here,” he can’t help but say, almost as if he were expecting you to be gone because he didn’t win.
You soften even more if that were possible. “I would never leave you,” you say with conviction, your words meant to be taken innocently yet all Sebastian could think of is the image of you under him as he thrusts into you, making you say the same words over and over again.
“What was that?”
“I can’t—”
“Yes, you can. C’mon, pretty girl, say it for me again,”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He needs to get you home, immediately.
Lacing his fingers through yours, the Finn presses a heated kiss to your lips, groaning so deep in his chest it has your face flushing a beautiful shade of red which has him thinking truly awful things before the two of you leave the arena.
Sebastian wants nothing more than to take care of you, and thinks briefly that maybe this is a developing unhealthy coping mechanism in the works, but as he opens the car door for you and locks eyes on the way your lips flash him a sweet smile, he can’t find it in himself to care.
You’re just so innocent; it’s in your nature to see the good in everything, to see the good in him despite his less-than holy thoughts. While he doesn’t consider his sex life with you vanilla by any means, he almost feels guilty for all the degrading ways he was thinking of you.
Sebastian was not on top of his game tonight, but he was determined, now, to be on top of you.
Your mind, however, is running rampant in all of the ways you think this night could go, and with Sebastian’s large hand splayed across your thigh as he drives the two of you home, you’re fairly positive in your understanding of what your role is going to be.
It’s funny because you’ve been with him for several years now and he still never fails to get your heart racing. Everything about him has you feeling a certain type of way, especially now as you catch shy peeks of his side profile; clenched jaw, ruffled hair, and blazing eyes…
You can’t help but rub your thighs together, a pleasurable tingle starting low in your belly and spreading warmth throughout the rest of your body as Sebastian gives you a look that spells trouble.
He adjusts the hold he has on your thigh, gripping the flesh just a little bit tighter. “Gonna get you home soon, don’t worry,” he says, almost to himself. It has your eyes widening and your heart beating faster because the tone of his voice is almost feral.
Sebastian is not what you would consider rough in bed. He has his moments, where he uses his strength to flip you over or manhandle you into whatever position he wants, but he’s never been the type to fuck you against a wall or anything of the sorts.
And as dominating as he could sometimes be, his softer side more than made up for it. Sweet but deep kisses to your lips, teeth lovingly nipping marks onto the sides of your breasts, hands roaming all over your body with gentle squeezes and caresses, and a body that seldom ran out of stamina making sure your pleasure always comes before his.
His mouth, however… Sebastian’s mouth is the word ‘dirty’ personified. Sinful lips creating words you’d never want your mother to hear, and a tongue that knew every weak spot on your body to leave you shivering in its wake.
In fact, you couldn’t help but remember the last time his mouth was put to use. Twas the night before, actually, where his body was restless and his solution to getting his energy out was sliding down the length of your body with whispered praises, slipping your panties to the side with his pointer finger, and attaching his lips first thing to your clit—
The sound of your name from the very voice of the man you were just fantasizing about interrupts your thoughts. You quickly turn to find that Sebastian already powered off and exited the vehicle and is holding your door open for you, looking at you with slight concern.
He says your name again when you fail to respond, suddenly starstruck.
Sebastian is just and his arms are so and his lips so full and kissable and him—
The next thing you know, the Finn has wrapped his large hands around your waist and is yanking you out of the car, mouth swooping down to meet your eager lips.
He kisses the life out of you, simultaneously slamming the car door shut so he can press you hard against it. The thought that you have any semblance of control right now slips through your rattled brain not unlike the slickness you can feel dripping down your legs.
He was the epitome of domineering, in no mood to let you think you had any say in what he is going to do to you. Tonight is about him needing a release, and the only way he is going to get it is through you.
Or, rather, by him burying himself so deep inside you you wouldn’t be able to walk for days. The thought has his cock throbbing, unable to resist pressing his hips into the heat between your thighs.
The feeling of his dick against your most sensitive spot has you releasing a breathless whine, and then your kisses become harder against his lips, more desperate.
Sebastian bites at your bottom lip, his own rising into a smirk once he feels rather than hears the resulting gasp catch in your throat. He lets one of his hands rise from the grip he has on your ass to slide carefully around your neck, firmly grasping the front of your throat to bring you closer.
The action has you flat-out whimpering, your hands sinking into the winger’s hair, tugging at the strands so hard he hisses. Now, the Finn is no submissive by any means, but never have you seen him so, so… Dominant.
You decide right then and there that you rather like this side of him.
“Sepe,” you try to speak, but the words catch in your throat again as his kisses move from your lips, past his hand still gripping your throat, and down to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. “—I can’t,”
He hums, your pleas merely background noise as he sucks red marks into your skin. “Can’t what? Gonna have to be more specific, nappula,”
Button. Oh, you are so fucked. Literally. His button. He called you his button. His his his.
Unable to take his slow teasing, you tear him away from your neck to bring him back to your eager lips, a desperate sound crawling up your throat as his hands move to bury themselves in your hair.
“Take me to bed, please,”
Sebastian practically melts at your words. Knowing your desperation, he moves his hands back from your hair down to your thighs, tapping once and then twice where you finally got the memo to jump. He curls your legs over his hips, sliding one hand under your ass with the other pressing supportively against the small of your back.
The five-second walk to the front door has the hand previously holding your back trembling as he fumbles with his keys. Finally opening the door after forcing himself to focus, despite the feeling of your mouth leaving teasing nips and kisses, Sebastian mutters a long string of curses as he hurriedly steps into the house, swiftly kicking the door shut behind him.
“Such a fucking tease,” he rasps into your ear, his free hand grasping onto the back of your neck to bring you back to his lips. He kisses you sensually, reveling in the softness of your body molding perfectly against his. “Bet you’ve been waiting for me all night.”
You nod rapidly in agreement, hands trying to find purchase on the smooth lines of his suit so you could begin tearing it off of him. “I’m always wanting you, Sepe,”
Sebastian hisses another curse, and the next thing you know your back is landing softly on the large mattress that is his bed. He gives you no time to gather your thoughts before he’s climbing on top of you. His calloused hands slip under your shirt to remove it, granting him full access to knead at your tits.
The forward kisses you again, tongue tracing lines across your bottom lip before forcefully pushing his way in. You can feel him everywhere and nowhere all at once, a strangled sound escaping your throat as his hips start grinding into the throbbing heat between your legs.
“Seb,” you try, back arching as his hands skillfully move to unclasp your bra. “Oh fuck, Seb, please,”
The sound of your cries has Sebastian grinning wolfishly, your desperation filling him with a sick sense of pride. “Please what?”
Suddenly, you understand his teammates just a little bit more when they would call him a little shit and other various, foul nicknames in front of you.
Clumsily grabbing one of his hands from where it was still massaging your tit, your legs fall open as you press his palm directly over the material of your pants, almost positive they were wet. “Please just touch me, please—”
Your babbling is interrupted when he begins peppering your face with soothing kisses, apologetically rubbing his thumb over your nipple while the other makes its way under your pants and down to your slit, thoroughly soaked with your arousal.
“This all for me?” he coos as two fingers run through your lips, taking the natural lubricant to rub tight circles over your clit. “You’re soaked, kisu.”
The resulting mewl that escapes you afterwards lives up to the name he just called you. Kitty.
Sebastian watches your reactions with hooded eyes, taking note of the way your breath hitches when he rubs your clit a certain way; he knows the ins and outs of your body by now, but every time you have sex there is still something new to learn, and there is nothing Sebastian is if not eager to learn. He’s particularly fond of the way you arch into him as he sinks two fingers inside you, grinning as you cry out while the calloused pads of his fingertips curl against the spongy wall of nerves nestled near the front of your walls.
With panting breaths and strangled moans, your thighs shake as his thumb finds its way back to your clit and rubs it in circles the same way his fingers are doing inside you. Your stomach feels as if it’s in knots, hands gripping the sheets beneath you so hard they’ve gone numb, and your mind is blissfully blank except for the repetitive thought of more more more.
You echo this sentiment to him, to which he merely picks up the pace in response. It’s almost too much but a good too much, like the peak of your pleasure is just climbing higher and higher, almost impossible to reach but you can feel it right there—
Suddenly, all pleasurable movements stop. You snap your head up, aghast, cheeks flushed with arousal and now irritation because were were so fucking close and now all you’re left with is a disappointed burn between your legs. “Sebastian, what the actual fuck,”
The very man himself licks his lips, looking all too pleased with the way you’re relying on him to help you finish. “Patience,” is all he says, flashing you a shiny smile before skilled hands are sliding the rest of your pants and underwear down your legs. Instinctively your legs try to close at the feel of cold air hitting your pussy, but Sebastian is having none of it as he swiftly pries your thighs back apart.
“Shy?” He teases, stroking your inner thigh before pulling his shirt off his head. You have a reply prepared, but quickly lose your train of thought as his torso is revealed; Sebastian is all hard planes of muscle, golden skin with a light dusting of body hair, and so distinctly male he has you practically drooling as you reach out to trail your hands down his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around his waist to bring his body down on top of yours. You want, no, need him close to you. While your veins were still full of liquid fire, your nerves so hot that every brush of his skin against yours left you quaking, there is still a certain amount of intimacy that could always be found within your actions towards each other.
A certain intimacy that leads to whispered praises like these; Sebastian flushes, momentarily forgetting the role he vowed to take after the agony that had been wreaking havoc in his mind since his team’s loss. “Kulta,” he says, breath hitching as he presses his lips to your neck to taste the light sheen of sweat covering your skin. He kisses your body like you are his shrine, sworn to you in utter devotion. “Kaunis tyttöni.”
My beautiful girl. Every word from that point onward tumbles past his lips in Finnish, because in what other way can he describe the beauty you encapsulate? You are an angel, after all, his angel, in fact, and his only. With his hands settling on the curves of your waist to further cement his point, he continues his assault on your neck with teeth and tongue all while he grinds his covered dick against your bare pussy.
“Sebastian?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me, please,”
And just like that, the indescribable need to claim claim claim takes over his body once more. His eyes darken, the lust swallowing his senses moving him to quickly strip the slacks he wore off his legs, and then he reaches into his boxers to pull out his dick.
You could never get over the sight of his cock, you think momentarily as you stare, mesmerized by the flushed head and leaking tip. He took on more girth than length, and to you it’s nothing less than perfect because Sebastian is the only man who has ever gotten you to the point where you’re unable to walk the next day.
Maybe that speaks more of his knowledge of the female anatomy compared to your exes, but nonetheless you’re grateful.
You bite your lip, one of your hands falling from his back to reach down and take his erection in your hand. Sebastian hisses through his teeth at the feeling of you gripping him, and watches for a moment as you stroke him almost gently.
“I’m going to need you to stop that,” he speaks, a groan following right after before he quickly swats your hand away.
You frown, a slight pout on your lips. “Why?”
“Because I’m going to come in two minutes like a teenager if you keep it up, kisu.”
“Well when you say it like that—”
You’re interrupted by Sebastian slamming your lips back together, your words gone just as quickly as they’d come. Oh, how you could kiss him for ages and never be sick of it. You say this to him, or at least attempt to, before his hand not buried in your hair finds its way back down to your clit and rubs rather roughly.
“Want to taste you,” he mumbles, drunk on the sight of you under him as he lines up his dick with your entrance. “Want to taste you so bad. But I need to be inside you first,”
You try to respond, but then Sebastian is kissing you again right as the head of his cock pushes its way into your cunt. It burns, but a good burn because you would never be used to his size and the feel of him sliding deeper sets all your nerve endings on fire. You’re forced to adjust quickly, and something about him not caring if you’re ready or not has you dripping.
“Oh fuck,” you whine, restless hands weaving through his hair and all over his back, refusing to settle. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, too consumed with how good it felt being stretched to lie still beneath him. “Feels so good, Seb,”
“Yeah?” he huffs into your ear, hot breaths against your skin sending shivers down your spine. “God, you’re perfect,” Sebastian groans, his hips suddenly snapping forward. The angle has him hitting the sweet spot inside you perfectly, your walls clamping down tight around him which sends you both spiraling.
You cry out as he begins moving, the strength behind the force of his thrusts staggering because very rarely did he lose control with you. Sebastian tends to treat you like priceless jewelry, but you’re anything but tonight as his teeth sink into your neck to muffle his moans.
His pubic bone rubs against your clit deliciously every time his hips come down, and you couldn’t help but try and tilt your own upwards to match him. Sebastian clearly appreciates your efforts, hissing something that sounds distinctively like a curse.
Past the ringing in your ears, you can hear him muttering to himself. His eyes are squeezed shut against the rolling tides of pleasure coursing through his body, but his mouth is anything but closed. Then his head is lifting suddenly, hair now slick with sweat hanging over his eyes as he looks down at you.
“I need you to come around me,” he says, voice nothing more than a rasp. “Want to feel you squeezing me.”
“Please,” you interrupt, but he either doesn’t hear your plea or chooses to ignore you.
“Then I’m going to taste you, and when you come I’m going to fuck you again.”
Your head is nodding rapidly at his words because there is zero part of you that ever wants him to stop. It was almost primitive the way he was taking you, and you maybe liked it a little more than you should.
Sebastian picks up the pace, and you find yourself thankful - not for the first time - for his insane amount of stamina. The strength conditioning he goes through on a daily basis makes you wonder how he doesn’t just die, but nonetheless you can’t help but appreciate it.
His hands find their way under your back in the midst of your appreciative thoughts, settled on your lower back just above your ass, when he tilts your hips up and his cock strikes the sensitive, spongy spot inside you head-on. It has you keening loudly, uncontrollably—one of your hands previously gripping the sheets jerkily moves to cover your mouth, your own noises embarrassing you.
He doesn’t notice at first, too busy moving his hips in the same pattern as before because he enjoys the way you grip him like a vice, your body’s way of telling him he’s doing a good job, but when he sees you trying to muffle your noises he instantly grows possessive.
Possessive of you, your noises, because in his feral mind everything about you belongs to him and Sebastian doesn’t want you ever holding yourself back. Your name falls from his lips darkly, “You don’t hide yourself from me,” one of his hands drags yours from your mouth, the other splaying across your lower back to keep your body in the same position.
You try to apologize, but your breath escapes you when his hand slides itself down your body, brushing past one of your nipples, then dipping into your navel where his fingers once again find your swollen clit. He rubs quickly, dick ramming into you even faster than before.
Now more than ever Sebastian wants you to come undone beneath him, and soon he gets his wish as the calloused pads of his fingertips roll your clit in time with one, two, and then on the third thrust your entire body seizes.
Tensing, clenching, shuddering—your eyes flutter as your vision goes white, and you feel nothing except for wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rushing through you. Vaguely, you feel what you think is Sebastian gently continuing his ministrations on your clit in time with slow thrusts, helping you ride out the waves of your orgasm.
Then your eyes are opening after what feels like hours but had really only been minutes of you going still. You tense again, this time with sensitivity rather than pleasure, and he reads your body perfectly as he slides out of you, removing his fingers from your clit at the same time.
You come to a realization then, “Wait, you didn’t come,” you murmur, and Sebastian has a mischievous sparkle in his eye that makes you think he held himself back on purpose. You’re proven right when he suddenly slides down your body, hands prying your thighs apart before settling on your hips, holding you open like his very own buffet.
He lets out a long sound, like he still can’t believe you’re right here in front of him, and then his mouth is meeting the slick folds of your pussy. The timespan between your first orgasm and him now feasting on you has your mind reeling, blissfully going numb as his warm, wet tongue licks into you.
“Sepe,” you whine, having not yet decided if you could handle another orgasm so close to your last. He parrots your name back, the vibrations from his voice rumbling pleasantly. “You can take it,” he coos, hooded eyes watching your face as his lips now fully latch onto your clit. He sucks, steadily picking up the intensity until your thighs are shaking uncontrollably.
He doesn’t stop, not as your cries grow louder and you subconsciously try squirming away from him. He just holds your hips down, anyways. As his tongue joins the mix, dipping down to flick at your nub suctioned in between his lips, one of his hands moves down to dip two fingers into your folds.
Sebastian groans at your wet heat enveloping his digits, already greedy for the feeling of you squeezing his dick again. Then he starts thrusting his finger, timing it with the flicks of his tongue, and then you’re coming all over again. “There you go, such a good girl for me,” he praises as your pussy spasms, eagerly lapping up your juices like you’re his favorite meal.
Oh god. You are officially fucked-out. You definitely have a bad case of sex-for-brains. You can’t think beyond the sensitivity of your overwhelmed nether regions, and yet as Sebastian crawls up your body for the third time you can’t help but have your legs fall open to welcome him.
This is new for him, too. Sebastian’s endurance is extraordinary, yes, but he never really let himself use it to his full extent with you. Now, though? He wants to explore the thrill of dominance, of controlling you when everything else in his life slips through his fingers.
Against his will, he thinks of his team for a moment. It’s still too raw of a feeling, he finds, hating the way disappointment and frustration bubbles up inside him. Sebastian swallows roughly, squeezes his eyes shut as if that would help block out the sound of the final buzzer ringing in his ears, and then kisses you to distract himself.
As he lines himself back up with your entrance, you both find that the energized tension between you has cooled significantly. Sebastian is less restless and jerky with his movements, and your desperation has cooled as your legs wrap around his waist. He whimpers into your neck, then, his arms curling under your back to press your bodies even closer together.
Your roles switch, and you whisper sweet and dirty nothings into Sebastian’s ear as his hips roll into you. The head of his cock scratches that delicious part inside of you, and soon your words turn into gasps which are music to his ears. One thrust has you squeezing him particularly hard, and his rhythm stutters. “Fuck, you feel amazing,”
His lips form into an o-shape, and suddenly he finds that his high is coming (hah) much quicker than expected. He expresses such, or thinks he does, because all you do is moan in response when his thrusts pick up speed.
He wants to send you into your third orgasm before letting go himself, and even though Sebastian has been rather selfish tonight, one thing that would never change is that your pleasure would always come before his—no matter what.
“Gonna come for me?” Sebastian teases, lips managing to curl into a brief smirk before you’re squeezing him again, wiping it right off his face. “Yeah? Look so pretty taking my cock, baby,”
“I’m close,”
“I know. Let go for me.”
And let go you do. You seize up, not for the first time tonight, before shuddering with full force in the wake of your third release. Your vision goes white in time with the ringing of your ears as you’re consumed in it, feeling too much but also not enough at the same time because your boyfriend is a force you could never get sick of.
Your walls are squeezing Sebastian like a vice, and it only takes him a few more thrusts as you ride out your orgasm before he’s falling into his own. He groans from deep in his chest, arms shakily moving to rest on either side of your head as he buries his own in your neck.
He sinks his teeth into your shoulder as his dick pulses inside you, pumping you full of his cum while you shudder beneath him. It fills Sebastian with a primal sense of satisfaction, knowing he’s claimed you from the inside out.
You’re his, still repeats itself in his mind on repeat, until both of your bodies are spent and he’s rolling off of you exhaustedly. You’re still panting when he turns to look at you, and without hesitation he pulls you into his chest so you can rest your tired body against his.
It takes you a few minutes until you can muster the energy to move, and when you do it’s to tilt your head up to look up at him. You murmur his name, quietly, lest you disturb the fragile peace the two of you find yourselves in. “Sepe?”
“Mhmm?”
“Do you feel better?” It’s a loaded question, you both know, and he takes a few minutes to think about it.
Sebastian’s body feels better, yes. It’s limp, relaxed, the achy tension long-gone from his muscles. The moment he first sank into you he felt immensely better, actually, now that he thinks about it.
His mind, however, is a completely different story.
Colors of red, orange, and blue flash behind his eyes; the colors of his jersey and the opposing team’s, with the haunting sound of the final buzzer still playing in his memory. He thinks of the anger, of his teammates’ faces as they marched defeatedly into the locker room.
No, he thinks with sudden clarity. No, he doesn’t feel better. Sebastian doesn’t say this though; it probably isn’t the answer you want to hear, considering how you explored a new aspect of your relationship tonight.
You know, though. You always know—Sebastian is your better half, and you can understand him more than your own self sometimes, now being one of those moments.
“I love you,” you say after several minutes of silence. Your declaration - the first of the night, he suddenly realizes - says everything he needs to know, about how you feel for him and that he has your support no matter what.
Sebastian swallows, finding that his throat is parched. Lying naked under the sheets, vulnerable and oh-so-exposed, he lowers his head to kiss you sweetly. You mold together softly, and a low rumble can be felt from his chest as you gently nip at his bottom lip.
He is a man of few words, preferring to show his feelings with actions rather than words and this just happened to be one of those moments. He loves you so much, more than words can describe, his lips say, before they gently part from yours.
You admire him in his full glory before he opens his mouth to speak. His hair is incredibly ruffled, from both your hands and the game he played, his full lips swollen red from your kisses, and his eyes have a light sheen to him that suggest he’s more emotional than letting on.
Sebastian raises a hand to your cheek, large yet gentle palm caressing the soft skin as he gazes at you like you’re precious porcelain. “I love you,”
Your lips break into a small smile, and then you’re curling farther into his chest. You’re far too comfortable to move, figuring aftercare in the bathtub can come later. For now, you’re content; your body is sated, and with his cum dripping down your legs you’ve never felt so full with love.
Sebastian knows he has hell to face tomorrow morning. He knows it, but doesn’t really care. For now, in the peaceful silence of his room with only the gentle sounds of your breaths to keep him company, he chooses to forget.
He’s only one man, after all. He can’t carry his team, but he can carry you.
A/N: This is the first time I've written in present tense, which was actually a lot harder than I thought because I kept using past tense action verbs 💀 it was a fun challenge though!! Hopefully my parents never ask me what exactly it is that I write about because. Uh. Yeah. Once again, please reblog and comment :))
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Sauna?
Pair: Sebastian Aho x Reader
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: mentions of abuse, eating disorder, drinking, mild smut
Summary: You feel beyond lucky that you made such great friends moving to North Carolina, one of them being Sebastian Aho of the Carolina Hurricanes. When the whole squad gets an invite to Turbo’s cottage for the holidays, y/n’s heart is warmed by a particular Finnish teddy bear, despite the cold weather.
Notes: My first Sebastian Aho imagine, let me know if you like it! I have continuation part I may post, I also have another piece of writing that explains the beginning aspect of the story better (taking place in North Carolina), although it is a lot darker. If you want to get to the juicy part and don’t care about the back story, skip to where it says “3 months later.”
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Your relationship with Sebastian Aho was complicated to say the least. You met him a year ago while you were dating your long-time boyfriend Justin of 3 years. You moved to North Carolina from Toronto, Ontario to attend medical school, given you did not get accepted anywhere in Ontario. Justin followed you there as he would be able to find work anywhere graduating from Rotman’s School of Business from the University of Toronto. You never could have imagined moving the to US; Canada was your home and you thought it always would be. Despite learning about its terrible past, you began to have a new relationship with the country and was on your journey to understanding your place on the land being a 3rd-generation Italian settler. You immediately became very close with your roommates Daisha and Vanessa. They were both the same age as you, attending University as well. You were very studious, but also liked to party and drink a lot; your roommates liked to ALL the time. Vanessa is from NC and was friends with a few of the canes players who live in the same building: Sebastian, Seth, KK and Svech. She had already lived in your place for 2 years before you and Daisha moved in. The first time you met the boys, your roommate invited them to your place while you were asleep on the couch. When you woke up you were stunned, given you were half-naked and did not expect to have company over (especially that kind of company); you didn’t even expect to take a nap. The boys all chuckled when you greeted them, arms covering your chest as you were only wearing a tiny top with no bra, cheeks flushed and half running out of the room to find a sweater. Immediately, you and Sebastian hit it off. You both had that feeling where you could talk for hours and hours and never run out of conversation. Despite both of you being the more shy ones out of your friend groups, you both couldn’t stop the conversation. It felt like you had known him your whole life. It became known information that night that you were in a long-term relationship, and everything remained friendly, despite the twinkle in both yours and Sebastian’s eyes when you half-heartedly joked around and laughed.
Sebastian was always protective of you and didn’t like your boyfriend Justin. Despite that, he was never rude to him and always treated him respectfully. You had always thought that Sebastian had a crush on you, and so did your roommates. You wondered why the Fin was even single, given he seemed to be the best bachelor out there in the whole state. You quickly learned that he was very shy, and just never really had the time to date around. He would go out clubbing with the boys from time to time, but he never really took any girls home; bringing a girl home from the club wasn’t his ideal way of meeting someone, knowing it likely wouldn’t lead to anything more, and that a large majority of the girls there would be drunk. Sebastian is a respectful king. Only once did you witness Sebastian bring a girl home from the club. That night you and Justin just made up from a large fight, and decided that you needed to let loose at the club. You went with your roommates, Justin, and the rest of the boys: Sebastian, KK, Jarvy, Svech and even Turbo tagged along this time. You and Justin both got extremely drunk and couldn’t keep your hands off each other on the dance floor. You were never really into PDA, but this night was something different. Everyone saw, and if you are being honest, even in the drunken state, you were able to make out the looks on your roommates, Sebastian’s and Turbo’s faces and were able to discern disappointment. None of them truly liked Justin, as they have witnessed him being mean and almost abusive to you in the past. You saw Sebastian leave with that naturally gorgeous brunette, and you couldn’t help but feel an ounce of jealousy in your drunken state. You would never admit it though, not even to yourself.
When things blew up with Justin, Sebastian was the one that was there for you. He was there when he found you on the floor in your apartment, passed out from not eating for 2 days, just before the breakup. He was there with you in the ambulance when you woke up, extremely scared and confused from not knowing where you were. You looked around in a panic but Sebastian grabbed your hand and forced you to keep eye contact with him. “I’m here. It’s okay, you are okay. We an in the ambulance going to the hospital, they are just going to check you out. I’m not going anywhere, we are doing this together. It’s okay.”
He was there for you when they ran tests at the hospital and not only discovered you had not eaten, but also the marks on your neck. He was there to comfort you when you broke down in the car on the way home from the hospital after being questioned about the marks on your neck. And he was there for you for weeks after everything went down.
It was that night during the car ride home from the hospital when you realized just how much Sebastian cared for you. Seth and KK were concerned and checked in with you both at the hospital. Seth drove Sebastian’s car and dropped it off for him so he could drive you home when you were released. Seth went home with KK shortly after. You hated being vulnerable around people, and you never EVER let yourself cry in front of anyone. When Sebastian noticed you were getting emotional and staring out the window trying to hide your face, he pulled over in a parking lot to a convenience store. Sebastian immediately pulled you into his chest and that is when you broke down. He stroked your back and you held onto him so tightly. When you pulled away, your faces inches apart, you felt something was different. Seeing the hurt in Sebastian’s face made you realize how much he cared for you. Sebastian’s heart strings tugged at his chest and he realized just how cute you were when you cried with your lips swollen, cheeks flushed and the green poping out of your hazel eyes. His eyes filled with concern as he held your face and they were piercing into yours. It was almost as if he was searching for something in them, a sign that you were going to be okay. That was the moment you knew for sure.
xx 3 months later xx
It was December and this year you and your roommates were given a 2 week reading break over the holidays. They boys had a week off as well. Turbo invited all of you to his cottage back in Finland, and with a lot of convincing to your family that you would not be home for Christmas just this once. It was the whole squad (minus Svech who went back to visit his family for the holidays): you, Vanessa, Daisha and her new girlfriend, Sebastian, Seth, KK and Turbo. At this time of year, you only get one hour of daylight in Finland, and the boys, Sebastian and Turbo, were determined to give you all the best Finnish Christmas experience.
Turbo’s cottage was giant. It had the main house which had 4 bedrooms: 1 master with a king-size bed (for Turbo to sleep in, all by himself), 2 other bedrooms with queen-sized beds and the last bedroom has 2 double bunk beds. There were also a bunch of pull-out couches and it seemed like the cottage could fit a whole hockey team. The cottage also has a guest house about 100 meters away where his sauna was also located. When you all arrived, you got settled into your rooms. It was later in the evening and you were all exhausted to have a full-on party, so you all just decided to keep it a chill night with music and a couple of drinks. You were feeling a bit buzzed after few drinks, but for the most part you were all there. One by one, everyone started to get tired and went to their rooms until it was just you and Sebastian.
Sebastian was a little buzzed himself, and gave you a very mischievous look. You questioned him, rolling your eyes with a chuckle.
Y/N: “What is it Sebby?”
Sebastian: “I’m just thinking. You never had your sauna experience yet. We always said we go to Turbo’s but never did. Why don’t we go now, and I’ll give you the FULL experience.”
Y/N: “Oh hell no. Does the full experience mean jumping into a frozen lake, because that is not happening”
Sebastian: “Oh come on... you said you wanted to make the most out of your experience here and this would be the perfect way to start it off. Everyone is sleeping and they won’t hear you scream like a little girl from that distance.”
Y/N: “Scream like a little girl? You think I can’t handle a little cold? I’m not scared, I would just prefer not to be freeze my ass off right now”
Sebastian: “Chicken”
Y/N: “OK fine. Screw it, lets do it”
Sebastian’s smile widely.
Sebastian: “Okay let’s do it. Get into your bathing suit and bring a change of clothes. I will get you a towel”
Y/N: “Aren’t fins supposed to go commando in the sauna?”
Sebastian: “What is commando?”
Y/N: “Like....naked”
Sebastian: “You’re right. But I know you, and you would never do that. Go get your stuff”
You rolled your eyes and walked away. He was right, you would never in a million years feel confident enough to be naked in front of any of your friends, not even your roommates if you were being honest. He knew you so well. You got into your new bathing suit and realized it was a little too cheeky, but you didn’t mind because you thought it was cute. You packed a little bag with some clothes: underwear, a cropped tank top, a hoodie, sweat pants and your fuzzy socks. You didn’t know exactly what this experience would entail, but you were excited and ready for it. You left your room in just your bathing suit and Sebastian greeted you in the kitchen with his, and handed you your towel which you wrapped around yourself. You both slipped on your flip flops and you followed Sebastian out the door. The cold winder weather in Finland hit you hard, but you loved the cold. After what seemed like a 5 minute walk, you arrived at the sauna and the guest house. You dropped your bags inside the guest house that Sebastian unlocked. It was pitch dark in the guest house and you couldn’t really see inside. You both accidentally left your towels as well which you only realized later on. Once you got closer to the sauna, you could see a frozen black pool of water and ice right next to it. It had steps to go down into it. You wondered how the water did freeze over. Immediately you began to regret your decision to do this, as you already felt like you were frozen and began shivering.
Y/N: “Ok. What do we do now”
Sebastian: “Let’s get into the Sauna”
Sebastian set up the sauna and you watched him do his magic. It got hot really fast, and after 10 minutes you were both sweating.
Sebastian: “How do you like it?”
Y/N: “It feels very nice, but I’m not sure how much longer I can stay in here. It’s getting very hot”
Sebastian: “I say lets stay just a few more minutes, if you can handle it?”
You nodded and you both sat there in comfortable silence for another few minutes. After the time passed, you both exited the sauna back to the cold winter air which hit you a thousand times harder this time around due to the temperature difference from the sauna to outside. Sebastian gave you a look.
Sebastian: “Are you ready”
Y/N: “Nope. Time to go back,” you say as you start walking away.
Sebastian chuckles and bear hugs you from behind and pulls you back towards the sauna and the frozen pool. You had never been skin-on-skin with him before; he was holding you and you both were in your bathing suits.
Y/N: “But do I have to?” you ask in a whiney voice.
Sebastian said yes in a very stern voice, trying to hide his smile. He said he would go first and before you knew it, he was jumping into the pool. He screamed a little, it was the strangest noise you ever heard, and you started to laugh while you were bouncing up and down from being so cold standing outside. Sebastian stayed in for about 30 seconds before he climbed out and started yelling.
Sebastian: “okay your turn go, go, go. I’m freezing here it feels even colder when you get out. GO.”
You would have taken more time fighting your thoughts before going inside but you could see how cold Sebastian was so you you quickly walked down the ladder and once you felt the cold hit you like knives, you decided to miss the last few steps and just jumped. Sure enough, you shrieked just like Sebastian said you would, and then you went frozen. You felt like you couldn’t move your body at all or speak. Your mind went very fuzzy. Before you knew what was going on, you felt a pair of strong hands pull you out of the water.
Sebastian screamed: “You did it!! Are you okay!??”
You nodded quickly, adrenaline rushing through you both.
Sebastian screamed: “Okay, lets go back to to the house now. Come on let’s go.”
You both started running barefoot while screaming and laughing, on your way back to the guest house. Sebastian was faster than you but slowed down his speed so he wouldn’t be too far from you. I don’t know what possessed you to do so but you picked up some of the snow off the ground and threw it at him, failing miserably as the wind caught most of it and directed it back in your face. Sebastian yelled “WHAT THE HELL,” as you both continued to laugh hysterically. You did the same thing again and Sebastian stopped and picked you up. You yelled at him to put you down and to your surprise, he obeyed. Once you got to the guest house Sebastian swung the door open and turned the single light on in the whole house. He quickly showed you where the bedroom was and he told you to wait in there while he sprinted off to search for fresh towels as you somehow lost the ones you brought. The guest house looked like an old cabin made of wood, with a giant fireplace at the back. It was gorgeous. The bedroom has a glass ceiling and you were able to see all the stars in the sky, although at the time, you were not focused on that because your ass was still FREEZING. You noticed a fake fireplace in the bedroom and you turned it on anxiously without asking Sebastian if it was okay. At that point, you didn’t really care. Sebastian quickly ran inside the room with a bunch of giant towels and he immediately wrapped one around you and embraced you in his arms while he quickly rubbed them up and down your body. His warmth combined with the one from the fake fireplace felt so good
Y/N: “Sebby what about you!? Get your towel!”
Sebastian: “Oh yes!”
Sebastian was so focused on making sure you got warm and that mixed with the adrenaline he forgot to wrap a towel around himself as well. He quickly did as such and held you in his arms again. You both were jumping up and down a little until you were getting warmer and warmer.
Y/N: “That was crazyyyyyy. I can’t believe we just did that” you say while laughing.
Sebastian: “Welcome to Finland,” he says while kissing your forehead.
You pull away from him and you both smile wide at each other. All he could think about is how cute you look with your hair wet and no makeup on. Gosh you were so beautiful and it always drove him nuts. He always knew he loved you, but was always forced to hide his feelings. Even after you broke up with Justin, he was too scared to make a move too soon after and it would kill him if he ever destroyed the friendship you both had. You were his person, and he was yours.
You look at Sebastian with a quizzical look.
Y/N: “What is it?”
Sebastian was so lost staring at you in his thoughts that he didn’t realize that the smile disappeared from his face and that he was looking at you with a very serious expression. Sebastian took a couple of seconds before he could answer.
Sebastian: “You’re just so beautiful”
You roll your eyes and chuckle.
Y/N: “Oh yea, I’m sure I look sooooooo beautiful right now” you say sarcastically as you pick up a strand of your wet, frozen hair. You shake your head and continue to laugh. Sebastian knew you weren’t looking for reassurance, and that you truly didn’t know just how beautiful you were. That is what he always loved about you. He always thought you were one of the most gorgeous girls he ever laid eyes on, he knew others recognized how adorable you were too, and yet you didn’t believe it. Sebastian’s face got even more serious.
Sebastian: “I mean it. You are so beautiful and it drives me crazy.”
Your expression dropped and you soon matched Sebastian’s serious look. Your mind was racing a mile a minute. Could this be it? Is something happening right now between the both of you? He was your best friend, and although you always knew there was something a little more, you thought there was a mutual, unspoken agreement that you both wouldn’t cross that line in order to preserve the friendship. You don’t know where this spike of courage came from, maybe it was from the cold and all the adrenaline, but you took a step back and dropped your towel on the ground. The way Sebastian was looking at your body gave you the confidence to do what you were going to do next. You stepped closer to him once again and asked, “can I kiss you?.”
Before you could barely finish the sentence Sebastian’s lips connected with yours. You both kissed very slowly and in sync. Sparks were flying. You pulled away and you saw the scared look in Sebastian’s eyes. You step back once again, Sebastian watching you very carefully. You slowly untie your bikini top and let it drop to the ground, right where your towel is. Sebastian couldn’t help but stare at your breasts; he was speechless. His cheeks flushed a different shade of red you had never seen on him before, the redness even more prominent than it was earlier from the cold outside. His heart started beating a mile a minute. You quickly grabbed him and started kissing him again, this time at a faster pace. Sebastian picked you up and your wrapped your legs around his torso. He sat down on the bed, with you straddling him and the make out session continued. Things progressed very fast and before you knew it you were both completely naked, lying down on the bed while Sebastian searched the entire guest house for a condom. Of course there were plenty in the en-suite bathroom. Go Turbo. The only words spoken to each other throughout this entire time was Sebastian asking you if you were sure you wanted it and you responded with a “yes.”
The sex was magical. You lay on stop of Sebastian and you could hear his heartbeat. Neither of you have said a thing for over 15 minutes. You break the silence with the most random question, without even commenting on the events that just happened, and purposely avoiding the fact that your friendship would likely never go back to the way it was.
Y/N: “Do you think Turbo has any hot chocolate mix in here?”
Sebastian did his cute thinking face and says: “I don’t know, but I could really go for some hot chocolate. We can go check.”
You slowly get off of Sebastian and search for the clothes in your bag. The guest house was heated up at this point and you didn’t even notice that Sebastian started the fire in the main room when you first ran in before bringing the towels. You were amazed as to how fast that happened. You decide just to put on your cute underwear which was a little cheeky, you cropped tank top and your fuzzy socks. Weird attire, but it was comfy, and you though you looked cute and sexy in them at the same time, a feeling that didn’t come to you so easy. Sebastian said he needed to clean up in the bathroom and told you to search the kitchen.
When you got to the kitchen you easily found hot chocolate mix, to your surprise. You opened a bunch of drawers while searching for mugs. Of course they were in the top drawer that your 5′3 frame was struggling to reach. You stood on you tippy toes and were very determined to reach the mugs. You didn’t even notice Sebastian walk in, and weren’t sure as to how long he was staring at you with his soft smile, like you were his entire world. He thought you looked so cute being so short and standing on your tippy toes. He felt bad that he was enjoying watching you struggle, but he couldn’t help it. Your ass looked so great in those tiny underwear. Your belly exposed from the cropped tank top was adorable and sexy at the same time.
Y/N: “How long have you been standing there? Can I please get some help here,” you say trying to sound annoyed in a joking way.
Sebastian: “It’s fun watching you struggle.”
You roll your eyes.
Y/N: “Shut up Sebby, please help.”
Sebastian: “Anything for you.”
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𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
summary: a resolution where all parties are happy.
pairing: sebastian x fem!reader
word count: 4.1k
warning(s): drinking, mentions of anxiety, poorly translated finnish, very much plotless fluff
note: no because i went over this so many times and this is what i ended up. hope this gives these characters the closure you were all looking for.
the second part for this is how it ends...
translation:
1. Outo - strange (i meant for it to translate to "weirdo")
2. Istua - sit
⊱ ────── ༺❀༻ ────── ⊰
When it came to moving on, you were not someone who would be considered a pro. However, you like to believe that you were the proactive type. Always taking strides, always trying to find new ways to forget about your aching heart. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, till a whole year had passed since the day you let go of your failed relationship. A year filled with victories and setbacks, all with you best friend right behind you, cheering you on.
“Still coming to the New Year’s Game, right?” Sebastian asked, eyes never leaving his TV screen as he furiously pressed into his Xbox controller. He never gave you an opportunity to respond, continuing to speak as if he was only talking to himself, “Course you’re coming. You have tickets, I got you tickets, you have to go.”
You shake your head at his little back-n-forth with himself, grabbing two beers in one hand and a bowl of popcorn in the other. “Yes Sepe, I’m going to the game on New Year’s Day.”
He finally looks up from the TV for a split second as you pass him, finger hitting pause so he can take one beer from your grip. He mumbles a quick thanks before he takes a gulp. You plop next to him, taking a swing of your own drink before placing it on the coffee table. Sebastian swats your thigh lightly before picking up your bottle, putting it on top of a coaster. “There’s a coaster. Outo.”
“Sorry sorry,” You giggle throwing a singular popcorn at him. He’s quick, catching the snack between his thighs.
“Messy.”
“Shut up.”
Not much changed between you and Sebastian, even with his feelings looming over the both of you. After your conversation, he set boundaries for himself. A set of dos and don’ts that he needed to follow in order to preserve your friendship. For example: Do share new music with you, don’t make you a playlist of all the songs that remind him of you.
Do give you hugs when you need them most, don’t give you hugs because of he wants to bury his face in your hair.
Do hold your things when you need help, don’t hold your hand even if they fit so nicely in his own.
Just a set of rules to be sure he can show you that he respects your wishes to remain friends. But he would be lying to himself if he didn’t say that this past year was probably the hardest year he’s ever had. Sebastian thought that living with his feelings for you would be easier after the day he confessed them to you. But fuck he was drowning. His confession shown you in a different a light, a light that flattered you more and made him fall even further. Sebastian Aho was undoubtedly smitten by you, and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.
So he was a little selfish. Even if your hugs lasted longer than his stupid little rules would allow, he would just hold you tighter instead. Or if you allowed him to rest his hand on the small of your back for longer than a second, he would revel in it. He cherished any and every moment he got to be close to you. Even now, with you sitting next to him munching while he played Call of Duty with Tuevo. He was about an inch from just about losing it, and he will if you don’t stop feeding him popcorn as he played. He playfully bites your finger and you hit his arm lightly, eliciting a smirk from him.
It isn’t long until Sepe calls it quits with the game, dying for a third time and Tuevo’s incessant shit talking being his final straw. There were several stern Finnish words shared over the headset, some you recognize as curse words Sebastian had taught you very early on in your friendship. The TV returns to the home screen and Sebastian’s headset on its rightful place in a bin under the coffee table, before he turns to you.
“So Marty is hosting a little New Years party at their house, and he wanted to know if you wanted to come.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you. He knows we still hangout you know, knows that you’re the one bringing me four cups of coffee sometimes.” He takes a quick swig of his beer, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down. “He misses you… a lot of the guys do.”
Sebastian’s smile is reassuring, but it doesn’t ease your anxieties like it should. Jordan’s invitation caught you off guard. The last time you spoke to anyone on the team (not including the boy in front of you), was exactly one week before Andrei ended things. You had made your presence sparse at anything Hurricanes related, especially after what happened on opening night. You opted to watch games on the TV and all other events through various snapchat/instagram stories. You were no longer comfortable being around all of them. You felt as if there wasn’t anymore room for you, as if were no longer apart of that group, that life, even if Sebastian insists that it wasn’t true.
“I don’t know Sepe,” Your gaze drops to the bowl of popcorn in your lap, tapping the side of it with your index finger, “I still feel weird. And plus, what about Andrei?”
“What about Andrei?” Sebastian’s face deadpans, only an eyebrow raised as if to remind you that your ex shouldn’t be a factor. “Do you even have plans for New Years?”
Now that you think about it, you didn’t. Most of your friends were either spending it with family, or traveled out of the state in hopes to do something different than normal and quiet North Carolina. There were no other invitations extended to you to go out to bars, and your family wasn’t an option with them being on the complete opposite side of the country. You were bound to ring the New Year alone, and that somehow managed to sounds less appealing than partying with your ex’s friends. You look up at Sebastian, the boy watching you intently as he waits for your answer.
“Fine, I’ll go. But if you disappear on me, I will leave.”
Sebastian smiles widely, nodding excitedly, “I won’t. I’ll let Marty know, he’ll be so excited.”
You return the gesture before chugging the very little beer left in your bottle, hoping that it will help the nerves subside. You spend the next two hours watching a movie that Sebastian picked, bodies on opposite sides of the couch. Your feet rests on his lap, and he absentmindedly squeezes your calves gently. The gesture is sweet, calming, and that with the movie makes you forget all the anxieties over the fact that in a week’s time you would see all your old friends. The longer you thought about it, the more excited you became. You missed Jordan, and Tuevo, and Bear, all the wives and girlfriends who made you feel so loved.
The week leading up to the New Year’s Eve were busy for both you and Sebastian. With him playing games, and you trying to get as much work done before your three day break, there wasn’t much time for you to psych yourself out of going. Then December 31st rolls around, and with only thirty minutes til Sebastian would come to pick you up, those nerves you had forgotten about came back with full force. You felt nauseous, as you changed your outfit for the fifth time because the fourth one didn’t feel appropriate.
Coming a little early since I had to get some champagne. Be there in 15.
You nearly vomited at the text. Scrambling through the closet, you end up putting on outfit number 3 back on: black leather pants, a white, cowl neck blouse, and black boots. You were putting on your earrings when Sebastian came knocking on your door. Groaning, you walk over to let him in, your boots loud against your hardwood floor. You yank on the door, barely registering Sebastian smiling widely on the other side.
“Hi, come in. I’m almost ready I just have to put my other earring on, grab my purse and coat then we can go.”
You are quick to turn on your heel, retreating to your room, and leaving Sebastian in the whirlwind of your presence. In your haste, you don’t notice the color draining from his face, the way his ears turned red, and that his breathing had suddenly become labored. He was stunned. It takes him a moment to process the way you look before he steps into your home, throat dry and body suddenly too warm despite it being 40 degrees outside. The boy makes a beeline for the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water, one that he chugs in record time.
“Sepe?!”
“Kitchen!”
You walk in with both earrings in, coat over your arm, and a glittering necklace in hand. “Put this on for me? I can’t fucking get the clasp.”
He notices the way your hand shakes, the panic and stress in the tone of your voice. Sebastian watches as you drop your coat onto the counter, eyes angrily trained on the piece of jewelry in between your fingers as you walk over him. A frustrated groan escapes you and you hand the necklace to him. He catches the frown and your furrowed brows before you turn your back to him. Sebastian’s hands grasp the necklace between his fingers before he outstretches his arms over you so he can place the delicate chain around your neck. He easily pulls the clasp with ease, placing one of the chain links into it before locking it. His fingers brush the skin of your neck for a brief moment, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. You curse silently, praying he didn’t notice. But he did. His bottom lip is caught between his teeth before his hands grab your shoulders to turn you around.
“Feeling okay?”
You look up at him, and you see the worry etched into his expression. His eyes dart all over you, looking for some sort of answer, just in case your words got caught in your throat like it does when you were nervous.
“A little scared.”
Your voice is meek, even a little embarrassed and Sebastian couldn’t help but smile. Nothing he couldn’t fix. “That’s okay. But you’re gonna be alright. There isn’t anything to worry about, we’re gonna have a great night. Okay?”
His hands slide down your arms, rubbing softly, and you let out a breath. “Okay.”
Sebastian grins widely, giving your arms a squeeze. “Good. Now let's go before you change your mind.”
The drive to Jordan’s house was not a quiet one. The both of you argue profusely over directions, which way was the quickest. It was a losing battle for you, given that Sebastian was the driver and it was quite literally his way or the fucking highway. You argued anyways, and thirty minutes later Sebastian was parking in front of the large house.
“We could’ve gotten here in twenty minutes instead of thirty if you just listened to me Sepe,” You say, taking his hand as he helps you out of the car.
“Okay y/n, but we’re here now. So shut up.”
You giggle at his response, bumping shoulders with him. He shakes his head, smile evident on his lips. You look over at him, admiring the way his blue button up complements his skin, the black trousers, dress shoes, and trench coat pulling his whole outfit together. There were already multiple cars parked on the property, and you can hear the music blaring from outside the house. Sebastian turns the knob on the front door, pushing the door open and letting the loud music and incessant chatter out into the world. The house was much fuller than you expected, definitely more people than there are cars here. Seb takes your coat from you, placing it in the closet by the front door.
“Stay close!” Sebastian calls over his shoulder to you.
You follow him through the house, all the way to the kitchen where familiar faces greet you. Jordan smiles over at Sebastian, but it truly lights up when he sees you. He screeches your name, in typical Jordan fashion, earning stares from multiple guests. He pushes past Seb, engulfing you in a hug and spinning you around. You can’t help the laugh that escapes you as you attempt to hug him back as his arms hold down your own. When he finally does let you down, you are quick to swat him in the chest.
“You had to be so loud?”
“I missed you.” Not an answer to your question, and you know you would never actually get one. Jordan is quick to wrap his arm over your shoulder, pulling your smaller frame into him as he drags you over to his wife and all the other boys.
You spend the next hour drowned in where have you beens and I’m so happy you’re heres, Sebastian always close by and within your eye-line. He idly sipped a beer, always watching and making sure that you were okay. He stayed busy, wanting to give you space to immerse yourself in a crowd that had missed your presence. But ever so often, in the midst of a conversation, he would tune out the room and look at you. He watched the way you spoke, not hearing but knowing how fast you were speaking. You nodded profusely, smile wide as you agree to something some girl was talking to you about. There was a light he hadn’t seen in a long time, fire up within you, and his heart slowed like it was dipped in molasses. Slow and steady, soft as his heart warms at the sight of you.
By the time you had done your rounds, your feet ached. You watch as your best friend dismisses Seth from what ever conversation they were having, body turning towards you as you wobbled over. Sebastian watches as you fill your empty glass with champagne, noting the discomfort in your face as you shift on your feet. He leans over, pulling up a barstool behind you.
“Istua.”
You look behind you before smiling at him, “Thank you.”
Sebastian watched you quietly, observing the way you watched the room around you. He couldn’t help but admire you, the elegance about you, even in your simplest of moments. He adored the way you chin rests in your palm, the little pout on left on your lips as you lower your champagne glass. You looked beautiful. You always do, but most especially tonight.
“How are you feeling now?”
You turn quickly at the sound of his voice, smiling up at him. “Better. And you?”
“Good. Good, because you are.”
You grin up at him before lifting your glass to finish the rest of your champagne. He watches the way your lips mold onto the glass, the movement of your throat as the glass empties, and he feels the room rise in temperature. He is finding it harder and harder to stay composed with you, to not reach out and tuck your hair behind your ear, or to press a kiss into your temple. There were a million and one things he wanted to with and for you. But most importantly, he just wants you to be happy. He wants you in his life. So he settles back into his best friend mindset. Or at least tries his best to.
Sebastian coughs, leaning over the counter to grab the bottle of champagne. He doesn’t wait for you to extend your hand to ask for more, gently slipping the glass from your fingers and filling it up. When he looks up to give it back, he notices your cheeks are tinged red. “What?”
You shake your head, taking the glass from him, “Nothing. Just funny that you knew.”
“I’m observant.” He winks and you roll your eyes, taking another sip. “How much have you had tonight?”
“This would be… glass number three?” The question was more for yourself than him. “You?”
“I had one beer, waiting for midnight to have a glass.”
You look at your watch, nodding. “That’s in ten minutes.” Your eyes grow wide, looking back up at Sebastian who has his eyebrows raised at you. “Holy crap. Ten minutes!”
“Yeah,” He laughs. “C’mon, people are gonna start going to the backyard for fireworks, so let’s grab a spot.”
Sebastian goes to grab your coats, and then you both walk to the back patio. There are a few people already standing outside, none of whom you recognize and assume are friends of Courtney. You sip your champagne, looking around at the crowd of people, all mingling, all attached to someone. There is a little wave of sadness that washes over you, memories of the previous year and how that used to be you. Couples, arm and arm, happy that they’re about to enter the new year with someone they love.
The nerves of feeling out of place wash over you again. You didn’t belong here, it truly no longer felt like your place.
Sensing your doubt is Sebastian’s sixth sense because as the doubts begin to fill your head, he leans forward, lips hovering over your ear. “What are you thinking about?”
He watches as you straighten your posture, one arm leaning on the railing to hold you up. You’re taller than usual, the heels on your feet bringing you closer to him than he’s used to. You nibble on your bottom lip as you watch the liquid in your glass teeter side to side.
“Nothing important.”
The smile is unconvincing. It didn’t reach your eyes the way he’s used to. But he didn’t want to push it. He knew better than to push and prod when you were on edge. So instead he sips his beer and nods towards your glass.
“Want more?”
“Please.”
He nods, uttering reassurance he would be back for you and walks back into the house. You watch as he is whisked into another conversation, back to you, shoulders shaking as he laughs at something a someone said. You turn back over to the Raleigh skyline, leaning over the balcony railing.
You admire the skyline, the flickering lights the decorate the city. Cool wind hits your skin, and you pull your coat tighter against your body. You decide to down the rest of your drink, grimacing as the liquid bubbles down your throat. The music nearly drowns out the conversations happening around you, the joy and excitement over the new year. You couldn’t really find it in you to really pay attention or care, mind to occupied with how you were going to lighten your mood in the last maybe eight minutes of the year. With a tilt of your head, you empty the flute and swing it gently between your fingers. The fourth glass may just do the trick, but Sebastian was still not back.
“Are you happy?”
You perk up at the question, one from some random conversation on the side. It was a complicated question, subjective even. You stand there and reflect on the last three hundred and something days. Every smile, every tear, every single moment spent living. You remember the moments when you were held, both in joy and sorrow. All the days spent alone and with your favorite people. Truth be told, the year behind you a tumultuous one. It had rewarded and punished you, built you up to knock you down. It brought you the greatest heartbreak of your life, and a moments where you truly believed that you would never see the light at the end of the tunnel.
“Well are you?”
You shake it off, looking around for your best friend. Sebastian comes into view, a green bottle in hand as Seth whispers something in his ear to make him laugh. You can hear it, the little giggle moving past his lips as he playfully bumps shoulders with his teammate.
He saunters over to you, raising the bottle with a wide grin. You feel your tummy do flips, but you pass it off as your previous chug acting up. Jordan announces the last five minutes of the year, urging guests to go outside to prepare for the countdown. Sebastian fills your glass, keeping the bottle close to his side.
“What took you so long?”
“Was looking for a full bottle.”
You giggle, nodding as you take another sip from your glass. “What’s your New Year’s resolution Sepe?
He pauses, his own champagne flute just halfway to his mouth. He never really thought about what his new year’s resolution, knowing full well it’ll be three weeks into the new year before he when he would forget about it. So why make one? He looks down at you, eyes filled with wonder as you take another sip from your glass.
Well, if he was being honest with himself there is one thing he would life to do in light of the new year. If there was a resolution he could make, it would be to be braver and bolder. It would be to work at it so that maybe, maybe he could be good enough for you. That maybe if he were just a little braver and a little bolder, he could find it in him to show you just how good he can be for you.
But he couldn’t say that.
“None, just keeping my good habits. You?”
“Gym.”
He laughs before he sips from his glass. You smile, downing the rest of your drink. You swipe the bottle from Sebastian’s hand to fill your glass to the brim. You didn’t mean to, but it seems the champagne had already made it to your head. The liquid slides down the side of the glass, and Sebastian laughs, leaning down to sip from the cup, pushing the liquid low enough that you won’t spill any more. His eyes stay connected to yours, a cheeky smile on his lips as he pulls away. Your cheeks heat up as you mutter a soft thank you.
“3 minutes!”
Marty’s voice carries over the music. The time on your phone screen reads 11:57 and suddenly your heart drops. In three minutes, you’d be back at day one. A new beginning, a new chapter.
“I don’t know if I said it,” Sebastian starts, “But I’m really happy you’re here. And you look beautiful tonight.”
The cool North Carolina air hits your reddened cheeks, and you can’t help the goofy grin that spreads on your face. “Thank you Sepe.”
You both stand there in comfortable silence, just drinking your drinks as the crowd around you chatters on about their excitement. Your shoulder’s touch, and Sebastian replays all his stupid little rules in his head over and over. The world continued to move, completely unaware of your urge to rest your head on his arm and Sebastian’s need to be closer to you. Just two friends that want to be closer but are too fucking scared to make a move.
There were moments in the last year that made you feel like you were truly better off, that you had found happiness beyond the heartbreak from your previous relationship. Though you’d be lying if you didn’t admit that you missed the routines of one, how easy it used to be to slide your hand into the other person’s, or to look up at them as they talked like they held the world in their hands. It’s weird to confine your happiness to the intimate details of a relationship you are not in, so you push them aside. You forced yourself to look at every moment in your lonesome, every moment that aided in you putting your heart back together again. And all you can really go back to is him.
10…
You rest your head on his shoulder.
… 9…
Sebastian moves his arm so that he can wrap it around you, pulling you to his chest.
… 8…
Your hearts soar, higher than either of you had ever felt in your lifetimes.
… 7…
“Are you happy Y/n?”
… 6…
You look up at him, faces only inches apart.
…5…
“Yeah… I am. Are you?”
…4…
He smiles, nodding.
… 3…
“Yeah.”
… 2…
He leans forward, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips as he looks for any sign of hesitation. Any signal to tell him to back off.
1!
No hesitation, no signal. You were never more sure about something in your life until this very moment.
Happy New Year!
His lips meet yours, softly and sweetly as the room around you cheers loudly. With your free arm, you sling it around the back of his neck to pull him closer as his hands hold your waist to do the same. The butterflies flutter around your insides, making them flip inside out. You had to pull away to catch your breath.
“Happy New Year.” He says, forehead on yours.
“Happy New Year.” Your reply, panting softly.
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for to one of my favorite people here, @sebbyaho. i hope this eases the pain of the canes playoff elimination. ily.
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hey bestie!!, what about prompt 9 with sebastian aho? love u <3
#9. Happy birthday!" "My birthday was a month ago." "Yikes."
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You made North Carolina your home six years ago. The day you moved into the freshman dorms at the University of North Carolina Chapel Hill was bittersweet. You were so excited for this new journey, but your mother was so heartbroken that her baby was going to school seven hours away from home.
North Carolina quickly became your home, though. You and your roommate, Nora, quickly became best friends. She was also an English and Comparative Literature major, just like you. She, however, concentrated on writing, editing, and digital publishing. You were concentrating on creative writing, something you’d always been passionate about.
Nora was a social butterfly and because of her, you made so many friends, very quickly. Nora was a big hockey fan, had been since she was little. Her parents lived in Raleigh and she’d grown up cheering for the Carolina Hurricanes. She had pictures of herself in jerseys as a young child and all through her teen years.
When you’d told Nora that you’d never watched a hockey game, she almost fainted. You’d just walked into the dorm after a long day of classes and she was sitting on her bed, wearing a red and black jersey. Her eyes were glued to her phone. She didn’t even notice that you’d entered the room. It wasn’t until you poked her a few minutes later, asking if she wanted to go to the cafeteria with you, that she realized.
You didn’t mean to look at her phone, you weren’t trying to be nosy. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye and followed it, brows furrowed in confusion. You move from your position in front of her to beside her, Nora even moving her phone so that you could see better.
From that night on, you and Nora watched pretty much every Canes game together. When the two of you got an apartment together right before junior year, it became a bigger thing. Every home game there would be a crowd of college kids in your apartment.
Dozens of college kids sporting red and black jerseys would be crammed into your small apartment, drinks, and snacks in hand as they watched the game. There were even a couple of home games you and Nora went to see in person. She bought you your very first jersey that night.
Nora had grown up wanting to work for the canes; she wanted to be on their media team, specifically. It wasn’t all too surprising when, just a couple months after graduation, she applied for and got a job on their editorial team. It helped that her parents had connections, but you knew that she had put in so much work and deserved that job just as much, if not more than the next person.
You also scored a job in Raleigh that fall, meaning that the two of you could stay roommates. When you told Nora about this, she literally jumped for joy. The two of you found an apartment in Raleigh, right next to the cutest coffee shop (a must for you) but only a ten-minute drive from the arena (a must for Nora).
This apartment wasn’t much quieter than the one in Chapel Hill, much to your chagrin. Instead of being filled with rowdy college kids, though, it was suddenly filled with rowdy hockey players. It didn’t surprise you in one bit that Nora had easily befriended the entire team, what surprised you was that your crappy apartment was now the setting of their house parties. You loved the apartment, it had character and it was cheap, but you knew for a fact that they all had nicer places, but here they were, on your couch.
Thankfully, your job kept you pretty busy, meaning that you didn’t have to interact with the team very much. If you were being honest, they kind of made you nervous. You’d never told Nora that, though you had no doubt that she could tell.
Game days were the quietest days in your apartment, which meant that they were some of your favorite days. You had settled yourself on the couch to work on your book, a passion project you had started shortly after moving to Raleigh. The canes game was on in the background, but you had popped your headphones in to focus, so you had no clue that the game was over.
Normally when Nora came home from a game, a trail of friends following her in, you were tucked away in your room. Tonight, though, you’d gotten so caught up in your music and your writing that you hadn’t even noticed the lock turn in the door. Nora swung it open, laughing as she looked back at Sebastian.
The two of them stopped when they saw you on the couch. Sebastian smiled subconsciously, taking in just how relaxed you looked. Usually, the second you saw him you averted your gaze and made yourself scarce. This was a nice change of pace. He studied you for a moment, taking in your messy bun and glasses. You were wearing a chapel hill sweatshirt and a pair of shorts, a vast difference to the slacks and blouses he’d always seen you in before.
Nora smirks and raises her brows at him, before moving to stand behind you. You still haven’t looked up from the computer, which is surprising. Nora, in one swift movement, plucks the earbud from your ear and shouts your name, causing you to jump. You reach back and smack her, but the smile on your face says it all.
“How was the game, love?” You ask, removing the other earbud. You still haven’t noticed Sebastian standing in your apartment and he rocks back on his heels awkwardly. Nora glances over at him and your eyes follow, a surprised look flashing on your face when you see him.
“Seabass can tell you all about it. I’m starving, do you want a pizza?” She asks, and you chew on your cheek, shaking your head.
“No, I already ate. I actually am getting really tired, I think -” She cuts you off, shaking her head.
“Nope. You asked about the game and I know it wasn’t just to be polite because you asked me.” Nora says and you pout, crossing your arms.
It wasn’t that you didn’t like Sebastian, it was that you didn’t want to like Sebastian. You knew how erratic their schedule was, you’d heard the rumors about the guys on the team. It was a bad idea and you knew it. Yet, every time Sebastian smiled at you, your heart skipped a beat and your cheeks flushed warm. And that is why you’ve avoided him like the plague, until now.
He moves to sit on the loveseat on your left, smiling softly at you.
“Did you guys win tonight?” You ask, your voice soft as you tuck one of your legs up under the other, getting comfortable.
“Yeah, we won 4-3 in overtime.” He says and you smile.
“That’s good.” You don’t want to be mean but you’re not entirely sure what to say. Nora usually tells you everything that happened in detail, from who got into fights to who scored what goals.
Nora reappears a few seconds after that, tossing a shirt at Sebastian. It smacks him in the face and you have to stifle a laugh, clearing your throat as you look away from him.
“Go change, Fishy. I’ll get the stain out of your dress shirt.” Nora says, smirking as she moves to sit beside you. He gets up and moves towards the bathroom, clutching the shirt.
Nora smacks your arm as soon as he’s out of earshot and you turn to glare at her.
“Ow! What was that for?!” You ask, reaching out to shove her knee.
“Could you at least pretend that you don’t hate him?” She asks and you pause, brows furrowed.
“I don’t hate him.” You say, slightly confused.
“Well he thinks you do. You’re a lot nicer to some of the other guys on the team and because of that he thinks you hate him.” She explains, taking a sip of her water.
“Oh.” You honestly don’t know what to say. You hadn’t thought that you’d acted any different with any of the other guys, but maybe you had.
“I’m just saying it wouldn’t kill you to smile at the guy and ask him something that isn’t hockey related every now and then.” Nora says, squeezing your shoulder gently. Just then the latch clicks on the bathroom door and Sebastian walks out, moving to hand Nora his dress shirt. She takes it and gets up, moving to the laundry room. Sebastian takes his seat beside you again and you offer him a small smile.
“So, 4-3 in overtime? How many goals did you score tonight?” You ask and Sebastian smiles at you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.
“Two. One in the third period and the one in overtime.” He says, practically beaming at you.
“That’s awesome. Way to go.” You say, grinning. Your palms are still sweating, but the conversation feels a little bit more natural now.
“Thanks.” He says, eyes glancing towards your laptop that’s still open beside you. “What are you working on?”
“Oh! Uh, I, uh, I -” You’re flustered, unsure of what to say. Nora cuts you off, though, appearing randomly behind you.
“She is a brilliant writer working on her soon-to-be bestselling novel. As soon as she finishes it.” Nora says, grinning. Your cheeks flush and you look down at your hands, suddenly bashful.
“Wow, that’s amazing. When you do finish it, let me know. I want to get a signed copy before you get famous.” He jokes and you can’t help but smile over at him.
“I’ll make sure to have one waiting for you after a game someday.” You say and he grins. Just then, a letter drops into your lap. You look up to see Nora standing behind you, a stack of mail in her hands.
“Your birthday present from the office arrived today. Did you get it from the office?” Nora asks you and Sebastian’s ears perk up at the mention of your birthday. He makes a mental note of the day, smiling.
“Yeah, they got me a fancy coffee maker. It’s in the kitchen.” You say, brows furrowed in confusion. She had to have seen it out there, you thought.
“Happy Birthday.” Sebastian says, and a sheepish smile creeps onto your face.
“My birthday was a month ago.” You say and his smile falters.
“Yikes.” He breathes, chuckling.
“Thank you, though.” You say, reaching out to give his knee a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, you’re welcome.” He says, just as someone knocks on your door.
“Nora, pizza’s here!” You call out, before turning back to Sebastian. She scurries to the door with her wallet in hand. The entire transaction takes about a minute and then she’s turning back to you, grinning. She sets the pizza down in the kitchen before bringing you a slice. She offers one to Sebastian but he shakes his head.
“I actually think I am going to head home, it’s getting late.” He says, glancing at his watch. “I’ll get my shirt another time.”
Nora’s about to protest, but the words die on her lips when she looks over at you. Instead she walks him out, telling him to drive safe and that she’d see him soon.
“Bye, Nora. Bye Y/n.” He waves to you and you wave back, a polite smile on your face. Nora shuts the door before turning back to you, glaring.
“What is wrong with you?!” She asks, plopping down beside you.
“What??” You ask, taking a bite of your pizza.
“He likes you, you dork! He told me that he has a crush on you and you can barely be nice to him!” She says and your mouth drops open, revealing your half-chewed pizza. “Gross.”
You close your mouth, shaking your head at her. You finish chewing before turning back to her.
“He makes me nervous, they all do! It wouldn’t work, though, We wouldn’t work and I don’t want to go through all of the mess with the traveling stuff.” You say, brushing her off. Nora groans and tosses her head back.
“You’re such an idiot. Why wouldn’t the two of you work?” She asks, staring pointedly at you.
“Well, for one, what do we have in common? Hockey? That’s it. For two, he’s gone all the time. For three, girls probably throw themselves at him, he could do way better than me.” Nora laughs a bitter laugh, nodding.
“Oh, so that’s what’s going on.” You look at her, brows furrowed in confusion. “You’re amazing. Sebastian would be so lucky to have you, any guy would be. You love so hard and so deeply, you are so sweet and so kind and you are absolutely gorgeous. Do not push him away because of the lies you’ve told yourself.” Nora says, moving to grab your hand and give it a loving squeeze.
Nora goes to bed shortly after that, leaving you in the living room, clacking away at your keyboard as you write. You go to bed late that night, your thoughts consumed by Sebastian as you lay in bed.
You wake up the next morning, groggy and grumpy from lack of sleep. You stumble out of bed and make yourself a cup of coffee before you get ready for your day. You have just put your laptop in your bag and slipped on your heels, pulling open the door to see Sebastian standing in front of you, arm raised to knock.
“Hi.” You breathe out, smiling up at him.
“Hi.” He says, eyes wide in surprise.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, stepping out into the hallway. You’re running late, which means that this conversation needs to happen on the go.
“I brought you this.” Sebastian says, holding out a clear plastic box with a cupcake inside. The cupcake is gorgeous, chocolate cake with chocolate frosting, your favorite. There are a couple of really pretty garnishes and your eyes go wide as you look from him to the cupcake.
“Thank you.” You say, taking the cupcake from him.
“You’re welcome. If I’d known it was your birthday a month ago, I would’ve done it then, but I thought better late than never, y’know?” He rambles softly, his accent thick with nerves as he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly.
“Do you..Do you want to get a cup of coffee with me sometime?” You ask, a soft smile on your lips. His eyes widen for a second, then a grin forms on his face.
“I’d love to.” He responds, nodding.
“It’s a date. I’ll call you.” You say, moving to give him a soft peck on the cheek.
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I thought you'd never say it - Sebastian Aho (5+1)
five times he tried to say "I love you" and one time he finally did
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tw: nothing, it's just fluffy af
When Sebastian tried to say "I love you" for the first time to you, to say that he was nervous would be an understatement. He knew you wouldn't notice how his fingers trembled because all the camera captured was his face, neck and the background - the sad boring hotel wall in the shade of gray that made him look pale and sick agaist the yellow light of the nightstand lamp.
"I miss you." he said for what felt like the hundredth time. But it was true; he knew the two of you have been dating for only five months but he felt extra homesick when he had to leave you for the first time of the regular season for a roadtrip with his team.
You laughed and Seb watched, completely smitten with the sight of you, as your nose scrunched in the way he found so adorable.
"Stop saying that!" you playfully rolled your eyes. "It might actually make me miss your dumb ass."
Even though he laughed with you, the sweat forming in the crook of his neck went cold. Sebastian wanted to tell you then - how much he loved the way you laughed, your sarcastic responses and how you were willing to stay up late into the night so you could facetime when he was houndreds of miles away.
He wanted to tell you that he loved you.
Seb actknowleged his feeling towards you a few weeks ago when you two were lying in his bed watching a show you said you loved. He never really understood it (maybe because he started paying it some attention after three seasons) but he eventually got really invested in the story. He also began doing his skincare routine with you even though he found it dumb the first time you mentioned washing your face with something more than just water. And he slowly started liking the things you liked - netflix shows, skincare routines, hot baths or cooking. It made him happy to welcome you home with a kiss and home cooked steak you said was your favourite but he was even happier when he noticed how your eyes sparkled every time he did something like that.
Only later did Sebastian realize that he was in love.
"Hey, Sebby, I think I'm gonna have to go. It's not like I don't want to talk to you but I had a tough day at work today and I'm more tired than ever." It was your voice that brought him back from the swirl of his thoughts.
"Of course baby. Good night."
"Night," you mumled in response and snuggled under the cold covers, not hanging up on him yet. It was a kind of weird tradition to stay with the other as one was really sleepy (usually you though) and the other wouldn't hang up until they would be sure they were asleep. At the begining you found it funny and awkward because you had no idea how you looked when you were sleeping but it gave you a sense of safety you got accustomed to with Sebastian.
He watched as the light in your room went dimmer. In the near darkness he made out the lovely features of your face and your eyelids covering your eyes, the eyelashes elegantly resting agaist your cheeks.
Sebastian waited for half an hour in the silence til he was sure you already fell asleep and then he finally dared to whisper the words that have been gnawing at his mind for a long time.
"I love you."
As he ended the call his heart was racing, his fingers trembling more that before and his face has gone slick with sweat. But through it all, the words felt right on his tongue. And he couldn't wait to say them to you face to face.
...
The second time he tried to say it was at one of their home games. You stood right behind the plexiglass, waving at him with a wide smile on your flushed face and occasionally whistling while he was with his team getting warmed up on the fresh ice.
Sebastian gave you a sheepish smile in return and skated over to you. With playfulness he threw his body against the glass right in front of you and when he heard your surprised gasp, Seb moved away to look at you.
His Your jersey was drenched with beer you spilled on yourself - or not exactly, the cup of beer has been leaning agaist the glass and with the impact it fell right into your lap.
"How many times have I told you not to-"
"Not to put my drink next to the glass? I guess a lot of times."
Sebastian rolled his eyes at your stubborness but skated to the bench to get hold of his towel and when he got closer to you, he threw it over the plexiglass and you caught it easily and dried yourself. When you noticed he was still there, looking at you, you thoroughly dried the number 20 on both of your sleeves.
In response he sighed in fake annoyance and turned away from you but after he skated a few feet away he gazed back. You threw the towel around your shoulders and when he looked closer, he noticed that the rest of the drink was back in its former place.
When your eyes found Sebastian's, he only shook his head and mouthed the words I love you. The fact that it felt so natural left him staring wide-eyed at you.
But the longer he looked, the more confused you were. What? you mouthed back at him.
Sebastian only waved his hand as if he was saying doesn't matter and then he caught a puck on his stick and continued getting ready for the upcoming game.
...
The third time was just after the game ended. Sebastian took a quick shower and dressed back into his suit before he walked out of the locker room just to get crushed in your tight embrace.
"You played amazing today. I'm so proud of you Sebby." you whispered into his chest and his heartbeat immediately sped up.
"You smell like beer." he sneered in response and pushed you away. You looked up at him, folding your arms on your chest. Sebastian tried hard not to smile but in a short amount of time he gave up and wrapped his arms again around your frame.
"I love you." he mumbled into your hair and you answered with a soft: "Hmm? Sorry, I didn't catch that."
"Nothing babe. Let's go home, what do you say?"
"Finally! I smell horrible."
"I think that anyone in this arena can smell that." You playfully punched his shoulder after that and he caught your hand in mid-air and intertwined your fingers with his.
The two of you held hands as you walked towards the parking lot and Sebastian couldn't help it but imagine how much he liked the idea of things being like this forever.
...
The forth time he tried to say "I love you" was a few days later when you were lying in his bed skin to skin and if he didn't know better, Sebastian would swear that even your hearts were touching or at least your bones beneath the soft hot skin.
There was a playlist silently playing on repeat somewhere in the room - the one you two made out of the songs that reminded you of each other.
Sebastian loved to touch your skin; your neck, back, arms or stomach. It gave him some sense of belonging and safety that he couldn't properly name and get enough of.
So he took your arm and your eyelids fluttered at the sudden movement but after he kissed your brow, you closed your eyes again. At first he drew some kind of spirals with his finger on your skin as if it was an empty canvas. But from his point of view you weren't a blank painting, you were a masterpiece.
The spirals changed and subconsciously began taking the shape of words. I love you, he wrote again and again on your skin. But without ink or paint it was just a sweet illusion.
...
On the fifth time you were attending some boring event with Sebastian's team. You were sitting next to your boyfriend and Teuvo while Jordan went on and on about something he found interesting but noone else did.
"Will he ever stop talking?" you whispered in Seb's ear and his gaze shifted to you immediately. You looked like an angel, he told you when he picked you up at your place. And it was true - the white dress you were wearing hugged your figure just in the perfect places and your hair gracefully fell down your shoulders in soft waves he was still mesmerized by. When he looked at you now, he had trouble forming words on his tongue and not just because English wasn't his first language.
"Probably not." Sebastian answered quietly. He knew you didn't mean it in a bad way; you told him many times that you liked his teammates and especially the one who couldn't keep his mouth shut for even just a moment.
You took a piece of bread from the table and threw it at Jordan with a surprisingly accurate throw. He turned around to face you with his mouth hanging open and Sebastian couldn't stop the quick laugh escaping his throat. At least he tried to cover it with a dry cough.
"Did you just-" Jordan asked unbelievely.
"Yeah."
Then he looked at Sebastian but he just shrugged his shoulders apologetically.
"What a madwoman you found for yourself, Sepe. She's gonna eat you alive."
Sebastian looked at you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
"Then thank god I don't speak as much as you do or else I'd be dead already." Everyone laughed at his comment and your hand gripped his knee under the table.
The dinner continued and the laughter got louder as the waiter brought more and more bottles of wine. You were giggling at everything Teuvo said, no matter how funny it was, and Sebastian found the room slowly spinning as he looked around.
"Hey, Y/N," he wanted to whisper but it came out louder than that. You turned your head his way and leaned closer to kiss his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
Everything was spinning but you. "You look like an angel."
You laughed, red tinted lips parting and nose scrunching in the most perfect way possible.
"You already said that today."
"Yeah. And I'll tell you again because mä rakastan sua."
Teuvo immediately turned his head to watch the two of you with wide-eyes, same with Jesperi. Seb didn't realize what he had said till he saw them looking at him. Was he really so drunk he couldn't finish the sentence in English or was he just too nervous to say "I love you" in a language you understood?
You just watched as his face blushed more with every second while the silence lasted.
"I'm so out of it that I have no idea if that was English or not." you giggled out. "But it sounded beautiful."
"It is. Almost as beautiful as you."
...
Sebastian decided to tell you at a romantic restaurant but intead he blurted it out unexpectedly when he visited your apartment with a puppy in his arms.
You always said you wanted to have a dog so there he was, waiting for you to open the door.
"Oh my god, is that a puppy?!" you screamed when you saw the furry little thing in his gentle grip. Sebastian made an offended scoff as you didn't pay him any attention at all and you kissed him with a big smile plastered across your face that didn't falter for a moment.
"I love it! We will call it Caniac because he's gonna be your biggest fan," you said in high-pitched voice, more to the dog than to Sebastian. You took Caniac from his arms and buried your face in his soft fur.
After a moment you let the puppy go and Caniac immediately began wandering around your place and sniffing your furniture.
Sebastian was imprisoned in your strong hug and he dried the happy tears off your face with his thumbs. "Thank you," you kept on repeating so he decided to shut you up by pressing his lips against yours.
When he stood back after few minutes with his heart rate as fast as if he just won the Stanley Cup, you asked: "Where is Caniac?"
You panicked and ran through various rooms of your apartment before you saw the wiggling tail of your new beast as he was... tearing apart your slippers.
"Oh, bad boy, bad boy!" you scolded him and picked up the slippers, or at least what remained of them.
"Sebastian, Caniac just ruined my slippers!"
He walked into the room and his body shook with laughter as he watched you and the slippers and the dog.
"It's not funny! They were my favourite. Why are you laughing?"
"Because I love you." he breathed out between the laughs and the slippers fell from your grip in response.
"Are you serious?" you asked weakly.
"Of course." Seb's cheeks turned red and he wasn't so sure of himself at the moment. Why didn't you say it back already? Didn't you feel the same way about him?
"I thought you'd never say it." With those words you ran to him and kissed him hard. His hand wrapped around you and between the kisses you repeated "I love you, I love you, I love you."
The puppy barked to get your attention and Sebastian petted its head.
"I actually said it," he stated quietly. "Like a dozen times. But the first time you were asleep, the second time I slurred the words and the last time I was so nervous I said it in finnish."
You smiled at the image of him being in those situations.
"Say it again," you said finally. "In finnish, I mean."
"Mä rakastan sua."
You kissed him again till the puppy demanded your attention by licking your bare leg.
"Mä rakastan sua, too."
Sebastian laughed and the tender sound of it made your heart sing with joy.
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your shirt? - sebastian aho
pairing: sebastian aho x reader
word count: 396
a/n: feedback and comments are highly appreciated. inbox and dms always open.
translation
rakkaus: love
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with the tv as background noise you were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, today's plan was just chilling on the living room’s couch. the sound of your boyfriend’s car was heard and he was soon inside the house leaving his stuff near the door.
“hey, seb” you mumbled while he made his way over to you, pressing a quick kiss on your lips.
“hi rakkaus, what are you up to?”
“me? nothing… want to watch a movie?” normally this could have been a date night out but your boyfriend had just come from practice which meant he was surely tired and so were you, so it seemed like the perfect time to spend a lazy day at home.
he walked over the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water.
“you’ll do the popcorn?”
“yeah, you can go change or take a shower while i get everything ready”
sebastian walked to you, leaving another kiss on your cheek then quickly jogged up the stairs. in the meanwhile you prepared the popcorn, brought some pillows and a warm blanket so you could be more comfy. once the movie was selected and everything was ready you plopped down on the couch again waiting for your boyfriend.
“y/n, have you seen my shir-” he rushed downstairs, stopping just in front of you.
“what?”
he pointed at your chest “that’s my shirt” your eyes traveled down to your torso, a smile already forming in your face.
“oh… MY shirt?” placing his arms on each side of his hip, he looked at you with narrow eyes like asking “are you serious?”
“it's not yours” you laughed at how serious he was taking the issue even though you were just messing with him
“i’m proclaiming it as ours. not your nor my shirt. it’s ours”
a sweet smile plastered on his face, those smiles that could melt you on the inside. he ran his hand over his hair then sat down next to you on the couch.
“could you give it to me now?”
and there it was, you laughed again moving closer to him so you could cuddle “no, i’m not giving to you”
“y/n-”
“let’s watch the movie and cuddle, ok?” a loud sigh left his mouth but he started the movie anyway, moving closer to you. soon the movie was long forgotten, and the only thing that mattered was being together sharing a chill but lovely night.
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Kisses & Hickeys || S. Aho
Pairing: Sebastian Aho/Reader
Summary: Sebastian gives you a hickey and is nothing but smug about it.
Word Count: 1,249
Warnings: Cursing, heavy indication of sex, sexual innuendos, fluff, the usual
A/N: This is probably the most suggestive thing I've ever written LOL anyways this is just a lil something to tie y'all over again until I can get some longer stuff out 😌 I saw a prompt like this for a similar fic and I just couldn't help but write it for our favorite finn. I probably would have written this for Svech tbh but I'm already writing too much content for him already LMAOOO but anyways I hope you guys enjoy! Feedback is always welcome <33
You woke up that morning to soft, low breaths against the nape of your neck, a heavy arm draped across your waist that was comfortable and soothing to your sleep-riddled body as the morning sun caressed your skin with gentle warmth.
Sebastian's alarm had gone off not even five minutes ago, but the hockey player still remained asleep, trapped within his own world of dreams with you wrapped up in his arms.
Turning around ever so slowly, you were careful not to disturb your slumbering boyfriend as you observed the pout of his lips with a fond grin, gently brushing your fingers against the hair draped over his eyes before you slowly removed yourself from his arms.
Unlike Sebastian, who played hockey for a career and had late practices, you did not always have the luxury of being able to sleep in. The fact that you were able to sleep in until the sun rose was a miracle in itself.
Gently tip-toeing to the bathroom, your footsteps barely made a noise against the carpeted flooring as you made your way to the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar before turning on the lights and observing your messy bedhead paired with a heaviness to your eyes that only came after a night well spent.
And, well, you looked like you had a very… Fun night.
With your legs sore and hips stiff, you blushed at the memory from the night before and how late the two of you had remained tangled in the bedsheets before finally succumbing to sleep, and not for the first time you were thankful for the later time in which your shift at work started that day.
It was a good thing, too. You needed all the extra rest you could get.
It wasn't until you were trying to tame and style your lion’s mane that you had for hair into something neat and professional for work that you noticed the slight coloring of a specific spot on your neck, the area dotted with hints of purple and red and even a tinge of green, and…
You stared at your reflection in the mirror, eyes twitching.
"Sebastian, god damn it, you left another hickey!"
And from the bedroom the slumbering giant you called your boyfriend awoke, eyes blearily opening to the sound of your indignant shriek, and only when he was able to make out the words from your mouth did he finally shoot up from his place bundled up in the bed, a shit-eating grin on his face as he heard your colorful choice of words from the bathroom.
When you finally stomped back into your shared bedroom with your outfit for the day nearly perfected, it was only set astray by where you set your hair aside with an accusing finger pointed at your neck and a withering glare being fired his way.
"What?" The centerman innocently replied, looking up at you with those wide brown eyes of his that almost had you forgetting why you were mad at him. Almost.
"You know what," You hissed, jerking your finger yet again towards the purpling spot on your neck for emphasis. "I thought we agreed on not bruising each other's bodies when we had work the next day!"
"I don't remember you complaining last night," He responded easily, a mischievous look in his eye as he stood up from the bed, easily towering over you with his height. "In fact, I remember you enjoying it, a lot, actually." He hummed quietly, bringing a hand up to run his pointer finger ever-so-slightly over the tender spot on your neck.
You inhaled sharply at his barely-there touch that somehow seemed to feel like millions of tiny little fireworks erupting over your skin all at once, your breath escaping you with a shaky sigh at his gentle ministrations. You had to shake your head and step back from him with another glare when you caught yourself falling victim to his ministrations, well aware of your cunning boyfriend's distractions by now.
"Stop distracting me," You practically growled, whirling around to march back to the larger mirror on the vanity. Staring once more at the rather large bruise on your neck, you couldn't help but tilt your head back with a groan. "I mean, couldn’t you have not made it look like you were feasting on me?" You waved your arms to match your exasperation, turning back again once more to cast an accusing glare his way.
Sebastian shrugged quietly, not even bothering to try and hide his pleasure. Call him crazy possessive, but he rather liked the idea of you being covered in his marks for everyone to see.
You rolled your eyes. "You could at least try to not look so smug." Grumbling, you turned back towards the mirror and tried to determine how the fuck you were supposed to cover the damn thing up before you had to be at work. Maybe you could wear a turtleneck?
Noticing how your attention was no longer on him, Sebastian slowly walked up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, bringing you back to press against his chest as his chin rested on your shoulder. "I think you look nice," He mumbled lowly, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck and taking pleasure in the shiver he invoked from you.
"You always think I look nice," You responded weakly, this time not even bothering to try and fight your body's surrender to his sweet yet deliberate ministrations.
The hockey player shrugged, a small smirk on his beautiful face.
"Yeah, but the hickey makes you look even better." He delighted in your angry curse of protest immediately after his words and quickly ran away from you before you could swat him, a loud laugh escaping his grinning lips as you chased him into the kitchen.
You scowled, finally moving your hair back to cover the bruising hickey on your neck. "You're awful," you grumbled, grudgingly accepting your defeat to the massive mark you finally accepted that you had no hope of covering.
Sebastian grinned. "You can probably just wear a high collar to hide it."
You grunted in neither agreement nor disagreement, not exactly willing at the moment to give the smug bastard a response.
The two of you sank into comfortable silence as you prepared food for the morning, you stuck in your thoughts about what to wear for that day and Sebastian sneaking numerous glances at you from the corner of his eye.
Honestly, he was such a little shit.
Suddenly he was coming up behind you, gently turning you around before placing both his palms on the sides of your neck. When he said nothing and just continued gazing at your face with a slight tilt of his head, you raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"What?"
He grazed his fingers over the unmarked spot on the other side of your neck. "Can I put another one here?"
As you cursed him out for the second time that morning, Sebastian couldn't help but cackle at your easily riled-up temper, not for the first time grateful for the rare days he could have alone with you.
"Sepe, I swear to god-"
He interrupted you with a warm and familiar kiss that had you blushing and shivering down to your very toes, and suddenly you forgot the reason you were supposed to be mad at him in the first place.
Strangely enough, you found that you really didn’t seem to care.
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬
summary: not every chapter ends in happily every after
pairing: ex!andrei x fem!reader, bff!sebastian x fem!reader
word count: 6.4k
warning(s): lots of cussing, not proofread, probs improper use of finnish terms (s/o google translate), there is also literally no plot
note: this was originally supposed to be traitor for the sour series, but then i went in a diff direction and had this fic just sitting in my docs. so then i wrote an extra 5k words. pls this was the longest piece i've written and i'm about 98% sure this made no sense lmfao. regardless, i hope you like it.
translations
1. kaipaan sinua - i miss you
2. syödä - eat
3. kirottu - damn
4. älä ole - don't be
⊱ ────── ༺❀༻ ────── ⊰
“Please Y/n,” Sebastian begs over the phone, “It’s opening night, you have to come.”
“Actually Sepe,” You mumble, turning over in your bed, “I don’t. And I shouldn’t. I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
The room is dim, only sunlight peeking through the slats of your blinds giving you the ability to see around your room. Not that you even want to anyway, considering the mess that has piled up in your room. Your usual manic cleaning episode has yet to wash over you, and in your current emotional state you do not have the willpower to get up and do something about the mess otherwise.
“You have to get out of your house, Y/n. You need to breathe in some fresh air, it’ll help you feel better.”
“Wouldn’t exactly say that the arena counts as fresh air.” You retort, pulling the phone away from your ear and turning the call on speaker. You rest your phone on the pillow beside you, waiting for Sebastian’s response. Your eyes focus on the cups and mugs sitting on your night stand, mind wondering what leftover concoctions are sitting in them.
“Better than your room. Bet it’s messy as shit right now.”
“Shut up. I’m in a rut.”
“A rut” is an extreme understatement. This is more than a little obstacle that is easily fixed with a homemade meal and some tender love and care. It takes more than a friend’s encouragement to get fresh air. There isn’t anything, to your knowledge, that could pull out of the darkness you had landed in. Heartbreak has gotten the best of you, eating you up from the inside out as you stare at the shards of your glass heart sitting before you. It’s the type of sadness that seems to have consumed all of you in the last two weeks. Every move you make brings you to tears, makes it harder to breathe. Your sorrow controls you, and there’s only one person to blame: Andrei.
On a normal day, the boy on the other end of the line could easily manage to entice you out of bed and into whatever adventure he had planned. And more often than not, watching your favorite team on the ice would be enough to distract you from your anxieties, even if it’s for just two hours. But these days haven’t been normal, and the idea of leaving the safety of your home makes you feel sick. Sebastian is your best friend, and he’s stepped up and assumed the position of being your person while you fall apart. The night Andrei decided to call it quits, he was the first person you called. He sat on the phone with you for two hours as you cried on your bathroom floor, despite being on the other side of the country and playing a game in the morning. You cried and cried until your tears wore you down. Sebastian is your rock, the only person you could truly trust in these times. He is the only one who truly listened to your grief, listened as you poured your heart out and asked the world why everything happened the way it did.
Yes your girlfriends made sure to check up on you, they tried to be there for you, but it’s not the same. They meant well, trying to lift your head up by saying that Andrei ‘ain’t shit’ and calling him all kinds of names, but that wasn’t what you wanted to hear. Andrei being the bad guy never settled right in your mind. Despite the state he left you in, you never thought poorly of him.
“Kaipaan sinua,” Sebastian’s soft voice breaks you from your thoughts, “Please. Come.”
There is desperation in his voice, something you don’t hear from the prideful young man often. So you concede, reluctantly. “Fine. But I’m leaving immediately after the game.”
“That’s fine. I’ll pick you up before, and then we’ll leave right after. You’re the best, Y/n.”
You bid goodbyes and then he hangs up. You turn on your back, rolling over onto your stomach. Opening night is only three days away and it isn’t nearly enough time to prepare yourself for the fact that you will inevitably see Andrei. Bile rises to your throat, nerves and anxiety enticing it out of you. You run to the bathroom, spewing the very little you had in your stomach. The throw up burns as it comes up. Your chest heaves up and down as panic begins to take over as you sit on the floor of your bathroom, body damp with sweat as moments of the last two weeks play over in your mind. You think of the night he decided to end it, the sullen look in his deep brown eyes as he sits across from you on the couch.
“I don’t think this relationship is good for us anymore.”
You were taken aback by the statement. Sure, your relationship hit a couple of bumps in the final two months but nothing that would make you think that the relationship was no longer worth it. You barely heard his reasons, the way he spoke about the both of you being too young to be tied down. You vaguely remember the mention of wanting to focus on his career and that he didn’t need any distractions. Your heart aches at the memory of you reaching out to him and how quickly he swiped his hand from your grasp. There isn’t anything left in your stomach, but you feel the need to throw up again.
“Please, Andrei! Don’t do this. We can work through this.”
The sound of agony in your voice as you begged him brings tears to your eyes. You bargained and begged until he stopped you. The ghost of his hands around yours sends a shiver down your spine, reminding you of his dull tone as he tells you that he is breaking up with you.
“Maybe in the future, we will be better for each other.”
The break-up has been on repeat in the back of your mind, trying to understand what is the real reason he decided to call it quits so abruptly. Was it for his career? That he was too young to be tied down? You flipped between the two, thinking about which made the most sense but neither did. And when you push his reasons back, his promise of maybe is at the forefront of your mind. You hold on to that maybe, hold on to the possibility that at the end of all this hurt and heartache, you’ll both find your way back to each other. What’s meant to be, will be. You love Andrei with every piece of you. He is your person, the only one you could ever picture a future with. No past love can ever compare to him and all things you shared together. You are convinced that because of that, he is meant for you. It’s the only thing that makes sense.
You flush the toilet before pushing yourself off the floor. Your eyes meet your reflection, heart sinking at the sight. Dull eyes, pale skin, and the obvious weight loss is enough to send you back into another round of tears. You don’t recognize the person staring back at you. That stupid, broken look mocks you and it makes you want to scream. The pad of your thumb swipes your cheeks, collecting the wet from your tears. You straighten your shoulders, looking at yourself one more time.
God, you think, I hate this.
༺❀༻
Thursday rolls around faster than you'd like. Sebastian is at your door just before three, a smoothie and sandwich in hand. He stands at your door, clad in maroon pants and a plaid jacket to match. And in typical Sebastian fashion, a red beanie covers his undoubtedly disheveled hair to tie his look together. His eyes are bright when you open the door, a proud smile on his lips.
“You look good.” He compliments, stepping into your home. “Now here, eat before we go.”
“No, I’m fine. I ate.”
“A slice of bread doesn’t count. C’mon, it’s your favorite.” You don’t budge and he gives you a hard stare, “Syödä.”
“I don’t know what that means, but it’s still no.”
After much back and forth, Sebastian manages to convince you to drink the smoothie and he’d eat the sandwich. The car ride is quiet, only the sound of the radio and your quiet gulps of your smoothie. Nerves begin to get to you, your leg bumping up and down and your thumb back under your teeth. You were minutes from the PNC arena, minutes from very possibly running into your ex-boyfriend. Today may very well be the first time you see him since that terrible night. You know that Sebastian will do good on his promise, but it’s not like he can babysit you throughout the night.
As if he can read your mind, Sebastian looks over at you as he parks. His hand wraps around yours, giving it a light squeeze. “Hey. It’s gonna be alright. I got you a seat kinda in the middle. Just close enough to see us, but we won’t be able to see you. Figured you didn’t want to sit with the other girls… all things considered.”
You smile, “Thanks Sepe.”
He is quick to get out of his car, running over to your side to open yours for you. You thank him again and you give one last hug before making your way through the arena. Your hands are shaking and the arena is suddenly warm despite the low temperatures. You show your ticket and are let into the arena to find your seat. You tug on your hat, pulling it low so that no one would recognize you, on the off chance they did know who you are.
𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚒 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗
Your fingers shake as you type out the text, doing anything to avoid looking around the arena and therefore any and all reminders of your ex. Your seat was decent, a great view of the ice and both goal posts. You were just six rows behind the bench, and every seat ahead of you was filled.
𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎 ;)
You slip your phone back into your purse, eyes back on the ice as the music blares through the speakers. The Islanders were already on the ice, shooting pucks around and skating around. It’s only a matter of time before the Canes do the same. You briefly consider getting up to grab a snack when they do, but you know that it would be a waste. Stadium snacks aren’t exactly your jive, the prices being the most off-putting thing about it. Six dollars for a half filled box of cookie dough? Absolutely not.
The lights begin to dim and your heart begins to speed up. Panic travels up your throat, your stomach doing backflips. The crowd roars with excitement as their favorite team skates onto the ice, drowning out your thoughts and anxieties. You can’t focus, so you look up. And boy, was that a mistake. There he is, all clad in red with the logo spread across his chest. The red helmet is bright against his pale skin, a few strands of his brown hair poking out and onto his forehead. There he is, your favorite boy.
The first period flies by, nothing too crazy happens. You watch as Sebastian, Andrei, and Tuevo skate back and forth, slapping the puck around and trying to score goals. You try your best to focus on the number 20, and well pretty much any number other than thirty seven. But it was hard, considering that he did manage to score two goals in the second period. It’s hard to ignore his existence when it is quite literally being shoved in your face. The man to your right was psyched, asking you if you saw the goal Svech just hit? And much to your dismay, you did. You watched the way he twists his body, stick scraping the ice as he knocks the puck into the net through Sorokin’s legs.
Canes win, three to nothing. Excitement buzzes in the arena, fans talking about Svech’s goals and what an amazing season he’s bound to have. You couldn’t have walked out quick enough, squeezing through fans and walking all the way to the back lot, right by Sebastian’s car. The boys begin to pour out of the stadium and you hang your head low, leaning against Sebastian’s car. You didn’t know how to face any of them, unsure if they even knew about you and Andrei. And if they do, you’d hate to look pathetic to his team mates. Voices are loud, some of them you recognize, but then you hear a peculiar accent that drowns out all the noise around you.
“What’d you think about the game?”
“It was good! I understand that you scored, but you’ll have to teach me all the other rules.”
The high pitched voice is what forces you to look up. And in a moment, your whole world shatters. There he is, looking down at some girl the same way he used to look at you. You know that sparkle in his eyes, the smile big enough that his dimples indent his cheeks. You know that look anywhere because he used to look at you the same way. Tears blur your vision but you blink quickly, refusing to look away. Maybe that was a mistake, maybe you should’ve turned when you had the chance, walked away, called an uber, something. In an instant, you were forced to face the reality that you had to let go of all the maybes, all the possibilities that kept you afloat. And there he is leaning into some new girl, lips pressing into hers.
Shock is understatement, your whole body is frozen for a split second more before panic ensues. Your phone in your hand drops, the device clattering on the ground. Andrei’s head shoots up, eyes finding yours. You barely register your name falling from his lips in a panic, the way he nudges that girl to the side as he comes up to you. Your heart is beating into your ears, the city around you suddenly hot. The world moves in slow motion the closer he moves towards you and it isn’t until he is right in front of your face do you snap back into reality.
“You… you’re a fucking liar.” Is all you manage, voice barely above a whisper.
“Y/n, please let me explain. It isn’t what it looks like.”
For the first time in two weeks, you laugh. You laugh a real laugh, one that comes from deep in your belly as you double over at your harsh reality. “It isn’t what it looks like? What do you take me for, stupid?”
“No, no of course not.”
“So she’s the real reason why you left?” His gaze moves away from you and you crane your neck so that he is forced to look at you, “All that talk about focusing on yourself, too young to be tied down, all that bullshit to hide your new pretty girl?”
“This isn’t how I wanted you to find out, I was going to tell you.”
“No you weren’t,” You spit, “Stop lying to me, I’m sick and tired of being tugged around and led on. Let’s call it what it is, you left me. You probably cheated too, all things considered.”
“Y/n, no–”
“No? No?!”
You don’t even see Sebastian running over, struggling to keep his duffle slung over his shoulder and his beanie atop of his head. He did his best to beat his teammate out of the showers, even engaging in a lengthy conversation as he changed back into his suit. How Drei beat him out of there, Seb would never know. Sebastian felt sick to his stomach when he saw this new girl, how comfortable Andrei was with her, a drastic comparison to how you struggled to leave home. He never understood it, but it wasn’t his business. Sebastian is quick to wrap his arm around your torso, pulling you against him and effectively further from Andrei. Your smaller hands push against his arm, but your attempts to break free fail.
“Y/n, let’s go.” Seb’s voice is soft but firm, his hold on you growing tighter.
“You,” You point your index finger at Andrei accusingly, “You allowed me to sit and cry and blame myself for this break up, all because you chose to lie. You are a shitty person Andrei, and I hope you’re able to live with that.”
You finally managed to pry Sebastian’s hold from you, stomping away from the boy who broke your heart. You ignore the desperate calls for you, the pleas for a moment of your time so that he could explain himself. But you refuse to listen. Seb's car clicks unlock, and you swing the door open and shut in one swift, fluid movement. Your best friend pulls away from the arena as you dissolve into yet another fit of tears. Three weeks, three long weeks of soaking in Andrei’s lies, defending every single one he told you. After three long fucking weeks, Andrei Svechnikov has finally vilified himself to you.
Sebastian sits in his seat, hands clutching the wheel tightly as his mind flicks through anything and everything he could possibly say to console you. Your sobs burn his ears, and just two blocks short of your apartment he finally pulls over to hold you. His arms, strained against his jacket, pull you against his chest. You accept the embrace, crying into his chest as your hand grasps his dress shirt tightly. The sweet gesture pushes you over the edge, muted sobs turning into wails of frustration. Your lungs burn as you struggle to keep up with breathing. Seb’s lips press a soft kiss against your hair, gentle shhhhs soothing you. Neither of you can tell how long you sat there, parked in front of a closed supermarket. Whether it was 2 minutes or 20, there was no distinction.
“Did… did you know?”
Your question slices through the silence in the car. Sebastian’s arms recede from your body, hands resting on his lap. His eyes cast downwards before they flick up to you, “Yeah.”
“Were you gonna tell me?”
The hurt in your voice pierces his heart, but he wouldn’t dare lie. “Eventually. I didn’t think it was something you should’ve heard from me.”
You nod, accepting his response. “I wanna go home.”
“Y/n I—“
“Sepe. Please. I want to be in bed, elbow deep in a bucket of whatever ice cream I have left in my fridge. I just… I want to be alone.”
“I’m sorry.” Sebastian’s apology catches you off guard. There is genuine fear and concern in his eyes, wide and trained on you. “I should’ve told you, or warned you. But I didn’t know—“
“Sepe,” You cut him off, hand cupping his cheek and your thumb softly caressing his cheek, “Stop it. I’m not mad at you, I just… I need to be alone right now. Okay?”
Seb leans into your touch absentmindedly. “We’re okay?”
You nod, “We’re okay.”
There is a shift in the air, a change both of you feel but neither want to acknowledge. So instead, you lean back into your chair while Sebastian shifts the car into drive. The last two blocks were quiet, only the air conditioning buzzing softly. When he finally pulls up to the front of the building, your eyes meet his brown ones.
“Thanks for coming to the game, even if the night ended the way it did.”
“Anything for you.”
Sebastian leans over the center console, arms once again finding its way around your smaller frame. You hug him back, face buried in his shoulder. You inhale deeply, savoring his musky scent. His hand rubs your back softly, and you feel his lips press against the top of your head. After what felt like a minute (but realistically it was probably way longer than that), you lift your head. Truth be told, you didn’t realize how close his face was yours. You didn’t want to acknowledge how fast your heart was thumping beneath your ribs or the fact you could feel his beating just as hard. You didn’t want to bring up how his hand is resting dangerously low on your back, or how much you like the feeling.
“Sebastian…” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it didn’t matter.
Your best friend presses his lips against yours. His movements are slow, gentle, sweet. For the briefest of seconds, your world stopped exploding. It was like a scene from a movie, the fire and shrapnel frozen in time, just you and Sebastian moving in time. But then the universe clicked play, and the harsh reality around you came crashing down. The fire continued to burn everything in its path. Your broken heart and the familiar brown eyes flash in your mind and you jolt away from Sebastian. It was as if the touch you both shared turned to acid, melting your flesh away.
Sebastian’s face drains in color, lips trembling as realization comes crashing down on him as well. “Y/n…”
No words could explain why he did what he did. Why he thought now, of all times, would be the most appropriate time to kiss you. It would never be appropriate, he knew how you felt about him. He was supposed to be your best friend, your person.
“No, no it’s fine.” You try to play it off, but your wavering voice gives you away, “I um… I’ll see you soon. Drive safe. Bye.”
Your movements are frantic, quick, giving him no space to get a word in. There is a soft bye that manages to roll off Sebastian’s tongue, but it’s met with his car door being slammed shut. He stays parked, watching as you fumble with your keys and push your way into the building. He rips off his beanie, forehead resting against the wheel as his lips tingle and yearn for your own.
“Kirottu.”
The lights in your apartment flick on and Seb puts his car in drive. He doesn’t play any music, his thoughts loud and rampant enough to keep him company. That singular moment plays over and over, and lights his body on fire. His index finger runs over his bottom lip at the memory of you, and he can’t help but let a smile curve onto his lips.
You kissed him back.
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It had been about a week since opening night, and since then the Canes have been on the road. There has been very minimal communication between you and Sebastian, just texts of him asking if you’re breathing and if you’ve been eating more than ice cream. You are quick to respond with a yes, hiding the fact that the only thing of substance that you’ve been eating is bread. In return, you ask him how the games have been even though you know that they’ve been killing it. Living in North Carolina, there was no way to avoid Sebastian or Andrei so you simply had to push through the flushed feeling when seeing your best friend and the seething rage when you see your ex.
𝙱𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚁𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚗.
𝚆𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠.
Seb’s texts come in one after the other, your back to back ringtone shaking you from your thoughts. You watch as the grey text bubble pops up and disappears several times before finally deciding to reply.
𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝙻𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎?
𝚈𝚎𝚜. 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝟷𝟷:𝟹𝟶.
You reply with a quick, okay and set your phone aside. You’d be lying if you said Sebastian kissing you hasn’t occupied your mind. Truth be told that night you lied awake, tossed and turned at the memory of Seb’s lips on yours. You haven’t quite stopped thinking about it.
Tomorrow came quicker than you expected and you were ready for lunch by 9:45. And so with just under two hours to spare before Sebastian would come pick you up, you pace your apartment and make a poor attempt to clean up. You were thankful that you managed to clean up your apartment during the week, only a couple of dishes in your sink and misplaced clothes left to put away. Before you know it, your phone is chiming as Seb sends you updates of his arrival. And the punctual sucker he is, is knocking on your door at 11:29. You swing the door open, Sebastian in a simple black polo and jeans. Daisies are clutched in his left hand.
“Sepe?” You raise a brow at him, taking the gift as he extends them towards you.
“What? Can’t bring my best friend a gift?”
You ignore your heart dropping as you roll your eyes at his comment, “Not without a catch, no.”
Sebastian chuckles, following you into your apartment as you go to find a vase for the flowers. “True. If I remember correctly, I scored the last three games and the Canes are on a win streak. If anything, you should be giving me flowers.”
You giggle, dropping the flowers in a clear vase before you turn and hand it over to him, “Take it back then.”
“No, these don’t count.” He laughs, taking the vase and placing it on the counter behind you. You laugh along, shoving his shoulder lightly.
“Where are you taking me to lunch Sepe?”
“Figured we could get some Italian. There’s a really good restaurant I went with Turbo one time, I think you’ll like it.”
And he was right. The restaurant did not disappoint, a cute little family restaurant just outside of Raleigh. It felt homey, with its 80s inspired decor and the lively music playing softly in the background. You and Sebastian are seated towards the back of the restaurant, his back to the door.
“You aren’t wrong. This is a very cute place. How’d you find it again?”
“Ah,” Sebastian sets his water glass down, a goofy smile on his lips, “We have Turbo to thank. He took a failed tinder date here.”
You both burst into a fit of soft laughter. The rest of lunch kept up the same energy, just a lot of teasing and light-hearted conversation. To the untrained eye, and to really anyone who didn’t know you two, you looked liked you were on a date. You shake away the thought, trying to focus on Sebastian’s third roadie story. You watch as his eyes light up, how much more prominent his cheekbones becomes when he smiles really wide. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore the flutters in your tummy as he laughed, or when he said your name. You struggled to hide your flushed cheeks when he said you looked nice, and that he was happy to see you like your old self.
The ride home was not nearly as loud, but you both managed to keep up a very biased conversation about who will end up in the Stanley Cup Finals. The drive was much shorter than you’d like, and as Sebastian pulls up to the front of your buildings, you knew you didn’t want the day to end.
“Wanna come upstairs? I’m pretty sure I still have an unopened pint of strawberry ice cream.”
His smile is soft as he nods, “Sure.”
Sebastian parks in the guest spot and you both make a quiet walk up to your home. The air is light, but quiet. Just stifled laughter as you both purposely bump into the other. You unlock the door, allowing Sebastian to enter before you.
“Y/n…” Sebastian calls your name just as you lock your door, “We should probably talk about what happened that night.”
You drop your keys on your coffee table, nibbling on your bottom lip as you nod, “Yeah. We should.”
You both sit on the couch, the air suddenly thick and hard to breathe in. Neither of you speak up for a minute, afraid of the outcome of the conversation. Afraid of unrequited feelings, or a broken friendship. You look up from your lap, meeting Sebastian’s eyes and you watch as his shoulders relax.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you then. It was a mistake for me to have done that when you were so… so vulnerable. I’m sorry.”
“No… no it’s fine.” You shake your head, “Don’t apologize. It’d be unfair, considering I did kiss back.” You feel your cheeks heat up.
“Yeah…” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “But Y/n, I hope you know that just because I am apologizing, it doesn’t mean that I regret it.”
“What do you mean?”
Unbeknownst to you, Sebastian was doing everything he could to keep his lunch down. Nerves threatened to push his food up his throat in place of the words he kept to himself for such a long time. The Finnish boy spent the better part of his roadie in thought of you. He thought of every outcome of this conversation, every possible response. And at the end of it all he considered if it was all worth bringing up. If it was fair to you for him to spill his heart into your lap while you were trying to recover your own. But then he considers that after you guys had shared a kiss, he didn’t know where he stood in your life. With just a touch, he lost all sense of boundaries. He had to know if he had a chance, or if he was swimming in empty hope. That choosing to push it in the past and to never speak of it, held bigger risks and was more of a disservice to the both of you.
Sebastian swallows hard. “I’ve… I’ve always felt something for you. It took me such a long time to figure out, and when I did, you were so happy with Andrei. And you are always going to be my best friend, but I need you to know that I care about you, more than a best friend normally would. That kiss, was more than impulse. It’s something my heart has been begging for.”
His words render you speechless, mind blank as you tried to think of every way to respond to his confession. You never considered any feelings that were beyond platonic, for Sebastian. The possibility of you and him never really crossed your mind until he kissed you. And how could you ignore the warm feeling in your chest, the comfortability in his arms while your lips are pressed against his? How can you deny that even in the slightest, you felt something for Sebastian? Those stupid butterflies had been bothering you ever since. He was soft, gentle, and you swore you felt safe as he held you.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Sebastian begins again, “If there is anything I truly want in my life, it’s for you to always be in it.”
You smile, reaching out for his hand. Like a magnet, his hand is quick to find yours, his fingers weaving between yours. You look down, admiring the way they fit. “Sepe…” You look up at him, “I don’t ever want to lose you either.”
Andrei’s stupid brown eyes appeared in you mind and you were forced to face your reality. Guilt consumed you, even if it didn’t need to. You were single, you were available, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for kissing Sebastian. They’re teammates, co-workers– fuck, they’re friends. It made you uncomfortable at the notion of quite possibly moving on with a friend of your ex, even more so your best friend. And at the end of it all, in the mess you found yourself in, you knew that you needed Sebastian as your friend, now more than anything.
“I’ll always care about you, will always root for you, even if at the end of all of this you don’t want me the way I want you.”
Your heart ached at his words, tears welling up in your eyes. “Oh Sepe,”
“Don’t cry.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never.” He shakes his head, squeezing your hand.
“I will always care about you Sepe, and even I can’t deny the warmth in my heart when you kissed me. But… I can’t.”
You look up at him sadly, and he knew. His smile was not his widest, eyes not his brightest, and yet he still pulled you close. He held you as you both cried into each other, broken that timing was not on either of your sides. Once again, the universe gave Sebastian a cold no.
Sebastian held you until you were both out of tears. Even then, when the room was filled with sniffling and shallow breathing, neither of you made the effort to move. It wasn’t until Sebastian’s phone rang did you guys decide to move.
“I have to go,” He says softly, voice hoarse. “But I will see you soon. Okay?”
You nod, standing with him and walking him to the door. “I’m so sorry Sebastian.”
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head as he slings his arm over your shoulder to pull you close one more time. A force of habit, he presses a kiss to your temple and you lean into the touch, “Älä ole. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”
You nod, smiling. You watch as he walks off, calling back to let you know that he’ll see you sometime within the week, before he disappears to another city. The apartment is quiet, strawberry ice cream long forgotten.
The days following moved like normal, and you did your best to ignore the burning in your chest as Seb’s words and your curt rejection replays over in over in your mind. You can’t erase the pained smiled he put on for you, a decoy to the misery he was truly feeling. You wished that things were different, that you were in a better place to accept what he so badly wanted to give you. But that’s just not how things work.
You were washing dishes one Saturday morning when there was a knock on your door. You dry your hands, unlocking your phone to see if there was any text from Seb, but your notifications are void of his name. The knock comes again, louder and quicker.
“I’m coming, hold on.” You call out. Tossing the towel on your counter, you walk up to your front door, pulling it open.
“Y/n…”
Your blood boils at the sight of Andrei standing in your doorway. “No.” You swing the door shut, but he is quick to slam his hand against it, stopping it from moving further.
“Y/n please. Can we talk?”
“No. You need to leave.”
“Not until we talk.”
You stop pushing against Andrei’s force on your door, letting it fall open. Tears begin to well up in your eyes, brows tense as you look at him in disbelief. “Talk about what, Andrei? What is there left to talk about?”
“I just want to explain myself, explain what you saw last week.” Andrei pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling on the chapped skin.
“I don’t need it.” You shake your head, “Just go Andrei.”
Just as you turn away to close your door, his voice stops you. “Well I do!” There is desperation, a flicker of weakness in his tone that forces you to turn and face his glossy brown eyes and downturned lips. “You’re right. I’m a shitty fucking person, but Y/n I can’t live like that. I can’t live with myself, with this guilt.”
You couldn’t help the scoff that bubbled from your throat. “It’s really not my fucking problem. You made your bed, best you lie in it too.”
Your grip on the door is firm, ready to shut it. But Andrei’s meek voice rings again. It’s scratchy, broken up by sniffling and stutters as he tries to find a way to express his sorrow. Nothing coherent ever really rolls off his tongue, just strings of pleases and sorrys.
“Andrei, stop.” You finally release your hold on your door, stepping out of your home and standing right in front of him, “Go home.”
“You didn’t deserve it Y/n,” The admission is the first full sentence Andrei manages to make.
“I didn’t,” You agree, “I deserve more than you ever gave me. Deserved the truth, deserved every ounce of respect from you. And now, I deserve to be left alone and the chance to heal from what you’ve done.” Andrei nods, tears and shame keeping him from speaking. A sigh escapes you, arms crossing over your chest. “If you’re looking for forgiveness, you aren’t going to find it here. I don’t know if you ever will. The best thing that we both can do is move on.”
“You’re a better person than I’ll ever be Y/n,” Andrei’s smile is weak, defeated. His hand brushes under his cheeks, wiping away his tears. “C-can I hug you? One last time?”
Your nerves lit on fire at the question, and your body reacts before your mind could comprehend the question. You accept his invitation, arms around his neck while his arms are around your torso. And unlike every other time, this hug marked the end. It was quiet, just the boy’s shaky breathing filling the air between you as he held you against him tight.
“I only wish the best for you. All you deserve and more.” He whispers.
“Thank you.” You pull away, and your vision is blurry. “Goodbye Andrei.”
“Goodbye Y/n.”
You watch as he turns on his heel, walking away from you without ever turning back. When he is out of your view, you return to the safe confines of your home, shut your door, and fall apart. You clutched your chest, the bravery and courage leaving your body as you sobbed. This was really and truly it for you and the boy you perceived to be the love of your life. No more drowning in delusions of him being you ‘right person wrong time.’ No more waiting for your anger and hurt to dissipate so that you can welcome him back into your life. No more gambles with the universe, or playing the waiting game for your prayers to be answered.
That very moment in the hallway in your apartment complex closed a chapter in your life that you struggled to write an ending for. And for the first time in a month, you felt free.
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tagging @sebbyaho bc you were literally the only person to say finish this and so i did. ily.
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Sebastian Aho/Teuvo Teravainen but it's a Schitt's Creek AU where Sepe is David and Teuvo is Stevie in the first season but they sorta stay together romantically. Just because I like the dynamic and think its funny.
Please spare me I'm in quarantine because of COVID exposure I have nothing better to do.
#Hockey RPF#Hockey fanfiction#Honestly if someone wants to write this to appease my inner fanboy please do#Not sure how to tag this?#Sebastian Aho#Teuvo Teravainen
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My Favorite Imagines
Finally gotten around to reading the imagines I’ve liked in the past. This is a master list of some of my favorites. I’ve also reblogged them too. Probably going to make a part 2. All recommendations (these plus more) can also be found under #recommendations.
- Ignoring the Good in Front of Me @thirstyfordjoos
This one isn’t under a certain guy because it is a Tom Wilson and Madison Bowey. This a nice, realistic imagine. The ending is really great and positive and something we should all remember.
Morgan Reilly
- Twins @hockeygods14
Really adorable and fluffy.
- Do What You Do Best @thundersstruck
I freaking love soft Morgan Reilly. This man needs to be captain.
- A Fruit Basket or Something @mjau29
Shy Morgan in love.
Andre Burakovsky
- Never Letting You Leave Again @hockeygods14
So cute and adorable. Andre cares so much.
- Don’t You Cry No More @thundersstruck
Soft sweet Andre. Someone just love this boy!
- Family Matters @rosey-nols
Sweet and caring Andre interacting with your fam and showing how much he loves you.
- T.M.A.B @hockeyplayerstories
Andre + baby = cuteness overload
- Traditon @prettyhockeybois
As a girl who is curvy and struggles with weight and mental health issues, this imagine means a lot to me. It makes me believe that someone like me can be with someone like Andre.
- Everything @prettyhockeybois
😍❤️
- Stanley What Now @n-h-limagines
They win the cup and Andre really loves you and you really love him and everyone loves you and you love everyone. Oh, and TJ Oshie is your bro(shie).
Matthew Tkachuk
- Best Friend’s Brother @love-nhl
Amazingly written with so much potential. You will definitely get sucked in.
- Win Me Over @nhl-imagines-posts
This imagine reminds me why I wish I had a boyfriend. It’s so realistic and cute. Why am I alone? I want this.
- Attached at the Hip @nhl-imagines-posts
I’m really liking possessive Matthew. I don’t know why. I was never a Matthew Tkachuk fan until I read @nhl-imagines-posts Tkachuk imagines. So good.
- Inseparable @rosey-nols
It’s so fucking beautiful 😭
Jimmy Vesey
- Rangers Youth Camp @nhl-imagines-posts
Sooooooooo cute. I absolutely love it. I’m a sucker for anything with kids interacting with hockey players. So I attached the link to part 2. A link to part 1 is in part 2.
- Mini Jimmy @write-write-fanfiction-write
I’ll say this a million more times: I’m a sucker for anything involving hockey players being sweet and children.
- Shy @diaries-of-pucks-and-purses
Cute and fluffy meet.
- Opposing Player @nhl-imagines-posts
Awkward Jimmy ❤️
- untitled request @babrielandeskog
Brady and Kevin being good friends to a love struck Jimmy.
Michael Latta
- Baby and Brobeans @nhl-imagines-posts
Absolutely adorable. A baby and the brobeans 😍 What could be better and cuter than this? Nothing.
Sebastian Aho
-Albums @nhl-imagines-posts
Cute and fluffy with bashful Sebastian.
- Board Game Night @nhl-imagines-posts
Adorable. I want this to be a real thing. Game night with Sepe, Jeff, and Teuvo? Sign me up!
Alex Nylander
- Unsteady @rosey-nols
It’s so beautiful 😭 Gentle and caring Alex is amazing.
- Mini Me @hockeyplayerstories
It’s so cute and fluffy.
Tyler Seguin
- Tyler Seguin #14 @drabblemesilly
Tyler and child. Need I say more? Adorable af.
- My Forever @puckyeahhockey
Tyler and child once again. Plus he’s an adoring husband.
- *Won’t Go Slowly @psychospeak-blog
If you haven’t read this series then there is something wrong with you because it is the greatest thing ever. The plot is fantastic and well written. Tyler is a great human being. I freaking love this so much. READ IT!!!!! (Ongoing)
- How You Get the Girl @mjau29
BFF Jamie playing cupid.
Auston Matthews
- To the Grave @thundersstruck
Another adorable af one. Auston is a total sweetheart in it.
- I Call the Shots Bub @thundersstruck
The prequel to the above. Sassy Y/N and corny Auston.
- Just Watch @two-minute-minor
Auston tries to be cool and fails. Plus Mitch meddles.
- My Person @juiceboxmatthews
What a relationship should be ❤️
- Wedding Date @alisonwritesimagines
Cute
- The Younger Marner @pacific-matthews
You and Auston trying to be a thing but you are a Marner.
- Marry Me @ronaldhainsey
This reminds me of the song Marry Me by Thomas Rett (which I love). Happy tears people.
Zach Werenski
- Babysitting @love-nhl
So freaking cute.
Elias Lindholm
- Tech Manager @nhl-imagines-posts
Funny and cute.
Colton Parayko
- Glasses @nhl-imagines-posts
Colton the big softie. Plus I have glasses so I want this.
- Under the Same Stars @macdaddymackinnon
It’s so adorable and fluffy and sweet. I love this man.
William Nylander
- The Ten Day War @whockeywhore
A series that makes your heart ache and love. The link is for part 1. All parts are in the blog’s master list.
Teuvo Teravainen
- Requested 1 @jonesygirl31
Cute!
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Valentine's Day/Birthday Blurbs
I am fully aware that Valentine's day is only a week away and I have like 15 prompts so I will be including my birthday in this. The list below has dialogue prompts that I have compiled from here on Tumblr. There are a mixture of birthday prompts and Valentine's day prompts so just send me a number and a name and I'll whip something up!
"How did you manage to do all of this?" w/ Nathan Mackinnon
"You guys make me sick."
"We get it. you're in love. go make out over there or something..." w/ Mat Barzal
"if you don't hurry up and ask them out, i will." w/ Nathan Mackinnon
"Are you trying to flirt with me?” “Yes. Is it working?
“Have you ever been in love?”
“I’m in love. I’m in love and I hate it.”
“This isn’t how I pictured our first Valentine’s day.”
Happy birthday!" "My birthday was a month ago." "Yikes."
“I’ve got frosting in my hair and I’m having the best time of my life,”
“You’re missing your own party,”
“Why didn’t you tell anyone it was your birthday!?” w/ Nathan Mackinnon
“I hope a cupcake is a replacement for normal cake,”
“I’m sorry if the party didn’t turn out like you wanted it to,”
“You planned this whole party for me?”
“Come on, you get the first swing at the piñata,”
#prompt list#kailyn talks#kailyn writes#nhl writing#nhl imagines#nhl fanfiction#hockey imagine#mat barzal x reader#nate mackinnon x reader#tyler seguin x reader#sebastian aho x reader
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