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CHILDHOOD LOVERS - L. HUGHES
paring: Luke Hughes x fem! reader
word count: 1.6k
requested? yes -luke dating his childhood sweetheart and they are so in lvoe and perfect with each other, they keep it private to friends and family. luke goes out for the first time with the devils and a girl try’s to hood up with him but he declines because he is taken and the devils are suprised thinking it’s not like a serious relationship and then the next game jack and her suprised luke with her their and they realize how wrong they all were
warnings: use of y/n. established relationship
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Love stories often begin in the most unexpected places, but for Luke and Y/N, it all started on the frosty rinks of their childhood. Their love blossomed amidst the echoes of skates carving through ice and the exhilarating rush of the game they both adored. From innocent crushes to a deeply-rooted connection, their relationship had weathered the test of time, quietly flourishing away from the prying eyes of the world.
Luke and Y/N were inseparable since they were children. Growing up in the same neighborhood, their bond formed naturally, like two puzzle pieces destined to fit together. They shared secrets, dreams, and countless moments of laughter that solidified their bond as they navigated through the tumultuous journey of adolescence.
As they matured, their friendship evolved into something deeper. Luke found himself captivated by Y/N's infectious laughter, her unwavering support, and her gentle yet fiercely loyal nature. Y/N, in turn, cherished Luke's kindness, his passion for life, and the way his eyes sparkled with excitement every time he stepped onto the ice.
Their transition from friends to lovers was seamless, marked by stolen kisses beneath the stars and whispered promises of forever. Their love was a sanctuary, a refuge from the chaos of the world, and they guarded it fiercely, choosing to keep their relationship private, a sacred treasure shared only between them.
But life had a way of throwing unexpected challenges their way. Luke's passion for hockey led him to pursue a career in the NHL, a dream he had nurtured since he first laced up his skates. His talent caught the attention of the New Jersey Devils, and soon he found himself thrust into the whirlwind world of professional hockey.
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One chilly evening, after a particularly grueling practice, Luke returned home to find Y/N waiting for him in their cozy apartment. The sight of her instantly melted away the fatigue of the day, and he enveloped her in a warm embrace.
"Hey, you," Luke greeted, pressing a gentle kiss to Y/N's forehead.
"Hey yourself," Y/N replied, her smile lighting up the room. "How was practice?"
Luke sighed, sinking into the couch beside her. "Tough, as usual. But seeing you makes it all worth it."
Y/N reached for Luke's hand, intertwining their fingers as she leaned against him. "I missed you today. It feels like we haven't had a moment to ourselves in ages."
"I know," Luke admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "But I promise, we'll make up for lost time. How about we order in some food and have a quiet night in?"
Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement. "That sounds perfect."
As they settled in for the evening, sharing stories and laughter over a meal, the outside world faded into the background. In that moment, it was just the two of them, cocooned in their love and the comfort of each other's presence.
Weekends offered a brief respite from the hectic pace of Luke's schedule, and they made the most of every moment together. On one occasion, they decided to escape the city and retreat to a secluded cabin nestled in the mountains.
The crisp mountain air filled their lungs as they embarked on a leisurely hike, hand in hand. Surrounded by towering trees and breathtaking vistas, they reveled in the serenity of nature and the joy of being together.
"I could stay here forever," Y/N mused, her gaze sweeping across the panoramic landscape.
Luke smiled, pulling her close. "As long as I'm with you, anywhere feels like home."
However, their decision to keep their relationship private would soon be put to the test. During one of his first outings with his teammates, Luke found himself the object of unwanted attention from a persistent admirer. Despite the allure of temptation, Luke remained resolute, his heart belonging only to Y/N.
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It was a typical evening out with his teammates, filled with laughter, camaraderie, and the occasional fan encounter. As they settled into a booth at their favorite bar, Luke couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him.
"So, Luke, any plans for tonight?" one of his teammates, Jack, asked with a mischievous grin.
Luke shrugged, trying to mask his discomfort. "Not really. Probably just gonna head home after a few drinks."
His response earned him a chorus of teasing remarks from the others, but Luke ignored them, his thoughts drifting to Y/N.
Meanwhile, across the room, a group of women had taken notice of the handsome hockey player and were whispering excitedly amongst themselves. Before Luke could react, a bold figure approached their table, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips.
"Hey there, handsome," she purred, leaning in close to Luke. "Mind if I join you?"
Luke's pulse quickened as he exchanged uneasy glances with his teammates. Despite the temptation that tugged at his heartstrings, he knew where his loyalty lay—with Y/N.
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm taken," Luke replied firmly, his voice leaving no room for misinterpretation.
The woman's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered, her eyes narrowing with determination. "Come on, don't be shy. I'm sure your girlfriend won't mind."
Luke's resolve hardened as he thought of Y/N, her image clear in his mind's eye. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. Please, respect my boundaries."
With a huff of frustration, the woman retreated, leaving Luke feeling both relieved and unsettled. His teammates exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by his refusal.
"Wow, Luke, I didn't know you were in a serious relationship," Dawson remarked, his tone tinged with disbelief.
Luke nodded, his expression solemn. "Yeah, it's just not something I like to broadcast to the world."
His teammates fell into a contemplative silence, the gravity of Luke's words sinking in. They had always assumed that Luke was just another young athlete enjoying the perks of fame and fortune, but his commitment to Y/N painted a different picture entirely.
As they continued their evening, Luke couldn't shake the feeling of relief that washed over him. Despite the brief moment of temptation, he had remained true to Y/N, reaffirming his loyalty and devotion to their relationship.
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The stadium buzzed with excitement as the New Jersey Devils prepared to take the ice for their next game. Among the sea of jerseys and cheering fans, Luke felt a familiar sense of anticipation building within him. Little did he know, this game would be unlike any other.
As the players filed onto the ice, Luke's focus was entirely on the game ahead. He scanned the crowd briefly, searching for a familiar face, but his attention was quickly drawn back to the task at hand.
Meanwhile, in the stands, Y/N sat nervously, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. She had carefully hidden her surprise from Luke, knowing that seeing her wearing his jersey would catch him off guard. But she couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he spotted her in the crowd.
As the game progressed, the tension in the arena reached a fever pitch. The Devils fought valiantly against their opponents, their determination evident in every pass, every shot, and every save.
Then, midway through the second period, it happened. Luke's eyes swept over the crowd, and there, amidst the throng of cheering fans, he spotted her—Y/N, wearing his jersey with pride.
His heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight, disbelief and joy warring within him. He couldn't believe that she was here, supporting him in such a public and visible way.
"Is that... Y/N?" one of Luke's teammates exclaimed, his voice filled with astonishment.
The others turned to look, their eyes widening in surprise as they spotted Y/N in the stands, proudly displaying Luke's jersey. It was a sight they never expected to see, and for a moment, they were rendered speechless.
But Luke's reaction spoke volumes. A smile spread across his face, his eyes shining with love and gratitude as he locked gazes with Y/N. In that moment, everything else faded away—the crowd, the game, even the pressure of professional hockey.
All that mattered was the woman he loved, standing in the stands, supporting him with every fiber of her being.
Jack leaned back in his seat, a contented smile gracing his features as he watched his brother, Luke, reunite with Y/N after the game. The sight of them together filled him with a profound sense of happiness and warmth.
He had always known how much Y/N meant to Luke, but seeing them together, their love palpable in every glance and touch, was a powerful reminder of the strength of their bond.
As Luke wrapped his arms around Y/N, pulling her close in a tight embrace, Jack couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for his brother. Despite the challenges they had faced, Luke had remained steadfast in his love for Y/N, never wavering in his commitment to their relationship.
And now, as they stood together amidst the cheers of the crowd, Jack knew that this moment would be etched in their memories forever—a testament to the enduring power of love and the unbreakable bond between two souls.
With a smile of his own, Jack raised his glass in a silent toast to his brother and Y/N, wishing them a lifetime of happiness and love. As he watched them disappear into the crowd, hand in hand, Jack felt a sense of peace settle over him.
For in that moment, he knew that no matter what life threw their way, Luke and Y/N would always have each other, their love a beacon of hope and strength in a world filled with uncertainty. And for Jack, there was no greater joy than seeing his brother truly happy, surrounded by the love of the woman who meant everything to him.
sorry this is so short
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Rose Bowl, Baby! J. McCarthy
JJ McCarthy x fem!reader
synopsis - JJ wins it all, and he has his girl right with him the whole time.
wc - 2k!
contains - THIS IS SOOOOOO CUTE AWWW, cursing, stressed!reader (ME TOO AS FUCK), fluff, kissinnnnnnn, hugginnnnn, cute shit, FUCK THE TIDE :D, um that's it! oh established relationship!
an - unedited lol sorry i just wrote this in like two hours! 😭JJ😭BABY😭WON😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 I WAS SHOUTING AND SCREAMING AND I DANCED. especially because my mother, brother, and sister were all pulling for Bama to make me mad. LAUGHED IN THEIR FACES LMAOOOOO. i was on facetime with my man for like half the game since i am a umich student... WAIT DO U GUYS KNOW THAT....? i dont think ive told u guys that... SURPRISE!!!!!! anyway no one reads these anyway so. ENJOYYYYYYYYYYY :)))))))!
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One minute and thirty eight seconds. One minute and thirty eight seconds, that's how long JJ and the Wolverine's offense had to score a touchdown. 2nd & Goal, four yards to go. You held JJ's mom's hand as you took deep breaths, desperately trying to calm down. JJ could do this, you knew it. You stared him down as he stood infront of Coach Harbaugh, Alabama had called the last time out of the game.
Michigan needed this score to take the game to overtime. JJ knew, you knew, everyone did. Once JJ clapped in the middle of the huddle, the offense started dispersing back into their spots on the field. Jay's eyes met yours, they had multiple times all night. He knew exactly where you sat, he'd made you text him your seat numbers before the game. You let go of his mom's hand and gestured your hands over your ears, headphones, you always told him. Just pretend it's just you and your guys. Block out everything else. He nodded at you, cracking a little smile before taking a deep breath and running out to the field, putting his helmet back on. His mom melted over the interaction, leaving you blushing.
You crossed your fingers and said a prayer, you'd prayed more than once tonight, you'd been praying about this games for weeks. You held his mom's hand in one of yours, and gripped your 'J' necklace in your other, bouncing on the balls of your feet. The play clock was running low, JJ clapped his hands, beckoning for the ball. It went straight to his hands, he looked around for maybe a second before passing precisely to Roman. He caught it, he had an open lane, he's in the end zone! Holy shit, he's in the end zone!
You jumped, screaming JJ's name, turning to hug his parents. You jumped up and down, a grin wide on your face as you cheered for your boy. His mom wrapped an arm around you as you watched him tearily.
The next Michigan drive was messy, and had you scared, but when the time ran out, you were jumping up and down, shouting and cheering, hugging everyone around.
"Our boy did it!"
You nodded, laughing as you wiped tears from your eyes. The game wasn't over, you knew that. JJ's eyes found yours again, he shook his head in disbelief with a grin, gesturing headphones to you. You nodded, fanning your face from the tears, but smiling so wide it didn't matter.
You sighed happily when you watched Alabama defer their OT possession, that's what JJ wanted, if the game went to overtime, he wanted to go first, it would put more pressure on The Crimson Tide to go second in the long run.
You held your necklace close to your mouth as you closed your eyes, letting out deep breaths. JJ had this, you knew it.
The offensive and defensive lines faced each other at the Alabama 25. JJ clapped, the ball was sent straight to his hands, he quickly handed the ball off the Blake, who scurried around the defenders, landing at the Alabama 17. 'Thank God for Blake Corum' you whispered to yourself.
You saw JJ hiding a smile behind his mouth guard, and you knew this was it. Jay claps, and the ball is snapped straight to him, the ball goes straight to Blake, who has a completely open lane.
"Go Blake, go!"
You screamed out, feeling Megan's hand grip yours. You held your intertwined hands up, watching Blake run. He was in the end zone, yes!
"Yes! JJ, yes!"
You screamed, jumping up and down you as watched your boy cheer. He did it! Thank God! You hugged everyone again, cheering some more when the kick went through the posts. The game still wasn't over, the defense still had to come out and play this game. You knew JJ wouldn't be able to assist his team anymore on the field, but you also knew he was now gonna be the biggest hype man for his defensive teammates.
You bit on your dark blue acrylic nails as you watched Alabama line up at the Michigan 25. You winced as the game went from 3rd & goal at the Michigan 14 to 4th & goal at the Michigan 3. One more play, make or break.
You saw Jalen Milroe clap for the ball, and run straight into the O-line of Michigan. Nothing! He got nothing! Oh my God, Michigan won! You watched JJ sprint onto the field as you screamed, jumping up and down for the third time. Your heart was beating out of your chest as you shouted, hugging Michigan fans you didn't know. Your smile couldn't have been punched off of your face.
The blue and maize confetti flew, you watched tearily as the Michigan guys flooded the field. You watched JJ grab his rose, talking to a reporter. His bright smile and gorgeous face was spread on every screen in the stadium. Your boy had done it, finally. You watched as your sweet boy accepted the Rose Bowl trophy with Blake, his smile never leaving his face.
You ran down the few rows to the bottom row of the bleachers, standing with other Michigan player families as the boys were dispersing back to the sideline, finding their loved ones. JJ, being the star quarterback he was, took a while longer to get over to you guys, but it didn't matter to you.
You two locked eyes, matching smiles on your faces as he ran over to your group. You let him talk to his parents and sisters first, before he moved over to you.
"Come'ere baby!"
You grinned as you leaned down over the barrier, JJ's hands grabbing at your waist to safely pull you closer, kissing you passionately. Your hands cupped his face, as you both smiled into the kiss. You pulled away, whispering to him with a big smile.
"You did it lovey!"
He nodded, his bright smile lighting up your heart.
"Can you just jump the barrier instead of going back through the halls?"
"S'that allowed?"
He looked around, quickly asking an employee of the stadium standing down against the barrier. The employee looked at JJ with wide eyes, nodding at the quarterback, though he probably didn't exactly have the position to answer him.
"See? You're fine, c'mon angel!"
You looked around, seeing one of the guy's little brother being passed over the barrier, then to Megan who shrugged with a smile, nodding for you to go ahead. You slide your phone in the pocket of your jeans, sitting on the barrier before turning around towards JJ, who held his hands on your waist.
"Can't believe I'm doin' this."
JJ laughed, pulling you down as you slightly jumped off the wall, down into his arms on the field. You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
"I'm so proud of you, Jay. You are so talented, baby."
He pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands, touching his forehead to yours.
"Just had to remember my headphones, like always."
You nodded, laughing and kissing him again, JJ leaned back, your feet leaving the ground for a few seconds as he kissed you. You both pulled away giggling. You got a random burst of energy, electricity pulsing through your veins.
"Ah! Oh my God, you won!"
You pulled away from JJ, grabbing his hands and jumping up and down. His smile widened, he was so, absolutely in love with you, but watching you support him so wholeheartedly, made his heart squeeze extra with love.
"Yeah! I got the Rose Bowl, baby!"
JJ's family came through the tunnel, having chose the safer route to get to the field. He hugged his family, talking with them and taking pictures. You took a few of them on your phone, smiling sadly at how cute they were.
"Angel! Come take a picture with me!"
You smiled, nodding as you went over to your smiley boyfriend. He took his winner's hat off and plopped it onto your head, it was sweaty, but you didn't care. You did one picture standing next to each other, his arm around your hips as you both smiled brightly. Then there was one where JJ kissed your cheek out of nowhere, then another taken the moment after where you both laughed as you wiped the eyeblack he spread to you off of your cheek.
They were adorable, objectively. Your group was soon exiting down the tunnel, bidding JJ goodbye with a quick kiss as he walked back towards the locker room.
Once you were all reunited with JJ he told you all he wanted to go back to the hotel and get food delivered to the hotel. That was your boy, even after the big win all he wanted to do was go back to his bed.
You got back to the hotel after a long car ride through Rose Bowl traffic, and quickly went up to your room. You and JJ were sharing, though he was technically supposed to be in his football assigned hotel room, he was crashing in yours. His parents knew, you two were trusted, and old enough to make your own decisions.
You showered as Jay laid in your bed, watching the Texas and Washington game. You came out of the bathroom in your pajamas, quickly crawling into bed next to JJ. He pulled you inbetween his legs, wrapping his arms around your middle. You were both tired, him more than you. You noticed the plastic bag sitting on the nightstand.
"What'd you get us to eat?"
You kissed him when he told you he got chicken tenders. You both watched the Sugar Bowl as you ate your dinner. You both got up to throw away your trash and brush your teeth before turning off all the lights and getting right back in bed. JJ watched the game as you laid on his chest, scrolling through your phone, showing him TikToks and Instagram posts of videos taken of you two from the game every little bit. You two were going viral among the teenage girls and fan pages.
When the game finished JJ turned off the TV, and you put your phone away as you two shifted so that JJ was laying with his head on your chest. You played with his sandy hair as you talked.
"I still can't believe all of it, it's just crazy."
"Well I can believe it, I knew you could do it. You know I was scared when we were getting close to the end of regulation, but then I saw you smile right before your last play of the regulation TD run, you know right before Roman got the touchdown, and I just knew it."
JJ looked up at you in the dark, he had hearts in his eyes. You were everything to him, just completely everything.
"I love you so much."
"I love you, baby. 'M so proud of you."
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Ethan’s arms 🥵
Also hi Mark lol
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Can you do something with Nolan Moyle ?
blurb!
im drunk
nolan moyle x reader
summary: you get very drunk and call nolan to come and pick you up (cw: mentions of throwing up, and drinking obviously)
authors note: this is not edited whtasoever its 3am rip
word count: 1.1k
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It had been such a long time since youve gone out on a friday night and you were not about to leave because your friends decided to abandon you before midnight.
the club was starting to get busier and you were starting to forget how many drinks youve actually had by now. Just being able to dance with strangers and not worry about school or work or anything else was actually such a relief
After dancing to song after song by yourself, you squeezed your way off the dance floor to grab a seat at the bar. You were feeling a lot drunker than you normally would get and suddenly everything was catching up to you. You hadnt even found a seat at the bar yet before you begin tripping over your feet. you stumble slightly, and feel someone grab your arm as you almost reach the ground
“woah, you ok sexy?” an unfamilair voice says as you feel a hand placed against your back. This is exactly why you hated going out without nolan
“um. Im fine. thanks” you say shortly, trying not to let him get the wrong idea.
“yeah? you need another drink?” the tall blonde says and the hand he placed on your back begins moving lower and lower
“yeah no thanks. Im actually going to find my boyfriend” you lie, ripping his hand off of you as you run off quickly. and youre just silently praying you dont fall on your way down the long dark hallway to the bathroom
Being alone in the bathroom with the sounds of music and people now distantly murmuring in the background made you feel suddenly very vulnerable. The realization that you were in a crowded bar, alone, and you hadnt even told nolan you were going out tonight was fianlly hitting you. so you decide to give him a call
“Hello?”
“Nolaan? H-hiii”
“Hello? …Wher-” he starts and you cut him off, knowing hes probably about to ask a million questions just from hearing your inebriated voice. And honestly, rightfully so
“I-im at the club! Im. im d-drunk” you say, “some guy cuaght me b-but im ok. Its ok”
“What? Where are you?”
“Um im. Imhere im just. Im drunk”
“Ok. just send me the address and ill come get you. Can you do that?”
If your mind was in its normal state you would be thanking god for how sweet of a boyfriend nolan is in this moment. But alas the alcohol is taking over and almost everything he is saying is flying over your head
“Where are you?” you say, forgetting you were in fact on the phone, and nolan wasnt at the bar with you.
“Im getting in my car. I have your location so im coming to get you alright? Just please dont drink anymore, Ill be there in like ten minutes” he says and just the mention of alcohol makes you feel suddenly extremely sick to your stomahc
You run into the bathroom stall, throwing up probably more than half of what you drank tonight. nolans voice quietly echos through your phone that is now sitting on the grimy bathroom floor
“you there? What happened?” he asks worriedly
“i t-threw up” you say remorsfully. Suddenly your dizziness is gone, but an instant headache follows
“Yeah i thought so” “just try to relax ok? Im almost there just dont hang up the phone so i can find you”
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“Nolaan?” “are you there?” you ask after just silently sitting on the phone while he is on his way to get you
“Im here. Are you in the bathroom?”
“I-im. the toilet…”
“Ok just gimme a minute” he says and hangs up the phone, worrying you
Not even ten seconds later the bathroom door swings open and you see nolans feet from underneath th stall door
You push open the stall excitedly as he walks towards you, lifting you up slowly from your crouched positon beside the toilet.
“Hiiiii” you say with a giggle
“Hey baby. You ready to go?”
“S-sorry i got drunk… im...” you start, but are too tired to continue. You droop your head slightly against nolans shoulder as he maneuvers your arm around his neck, helping you walk out to his car
“Lets head home ok? And we can talk about what the hell happened in the morning…” he says with a laugh, shaking his head
“C-can we go home?”
“Yes baby.. I just said that” he says, unlocking his car and opening th epassengers side door. He is being as gentle as possible as he helps you into the car
nolan always looked insanely attractive when he was concerned. his eyebrows are slightly furrowed and his lips pursed as he buckles your seat belt for you, and you just watch him intently as he takes care of you
“Hi” he says to you after noticing you just staring intently at him without a word
“can i have a kiss?” you ask keenly and face wrinkles as a smile grows on his lips
He takes your face in his hands an dplaces a loving kiss against your forehead, and then squishes your cheeks in his hands
you wiggle your face out of his hands, “i meant on the lips..” you say with an exaggerated frown and pouted bottom lip
“Oh did you now?” nolan smiles and grabs your waist in one hand, stroking your hair softly with the other as you close your eyes in anticipation. he leans in towards you leisurely before moving his head to the side, blowing a wet raspberry against your cheek
He giggles at your disgust and closes the car door, retreating to the drivers side.
“You have to admit that was pretty funny” nolan says, looking over to see you with your arms crossed over your chest, dramatically protesting his actions
“Im not talking to you!” you look over to your boyfriend as he drives you both home
“Youre talking to me right now..” he says cleverly. Undeniably winning this feigned argument
“Then i, well you- then you dont talk to me then” you say, nolans eyebrows contort as he hides a smirk and youve confused even yourslef with that sentence
“ok …lets just get you home baby..’ he says with a laugh and you huff in response
nolan places his right hand on your thigh as he drives, his strokes on your leg alleviating the annoyance of your dizzy mind and aching stomach
You place your hand over his and sink deeper into the passengers seat, basking in contentment as your drunken tiredness takes over
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Chapter one— guilt-ridden
Au Masterlist!!
"Your father and uncles are gonna come in here a ruin my peace and quiet" she mumbled to the six-month-old that rested against her chest. The loud slamming of car doors could be heard from inside the house, the baby quietly murmured to herself as she looked up longingly at the door.
Anyone within a five-mile radius could feel the excitement radiating off of the boys, the adrenaline of winning was apparent, and very clearly displayed by the sound of their loud chatting from behind the front door.
"Honey we're home" Jay yelled out as he swung the door open, a wide smile on Philippe's face as pushed in front of the rest of the group, rushing to get his hands on his daughter before anyone else stole her from him.
He reached the couch with a wide grin plastered on his lips as he ushered for his best friend to finally pass her over, taking the smiley baby from her mother's hands to hold her against his chest.
“My little lucky charm,” he said bouncing her lightly as she buried her face in his neck, drool covering his t-shirt as her little hands grasped the fabric.
"Congrats on the win,” said the woman sitting on the couch, followed by a warm smile as he sat down on the couch next to her, a smile on his face as he lifted the baby up to place a kiss on her cheeks.
“Thanks.”
Luca stood in front of the pair with his arms folded over his chest, "this is such bullshit, you always hog her" he pouted and made grabbing hands towards Phil who hugged Flo tighter against his chest.
A scoff left Luca's mouth as he turned to the girl sitting to Phil’s left, a longing look on his face as the freshman silently prayed she would step-in in favour of him and make Phil hand the boy over.
“It's almost like she's my daughter" Philippe sassed, looking over to the women who un-amusingly looked at him, ushering for him to give the baby to Luca.
Philippe finally passed the baby over to Luca who grinned and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen with her.
“You guys played really good,” she smiled and fixed the damp curls falling in his face, “Flo and I watched the entire broadcast, I kinda miss going to the actual games though” She smiled and stood up from the couch to start decluttering the living room of baby essentials
“Is Nolan or the sophomores throwing a party tonight?” She questioned as she threw baby shoes and socks in his direction.
“Yeah, but I’m not gonna go.”
She frowned as he turned his head to finally look at her instead of the ceiling, “why not?”
“I’m not gonna leave her and you alone all night while I’m out partying, I have responsibilities,” he grinned and picked up the teething ring from beside his thigh and shook it before placing it on the coffee table in the bin of other miscellaneous toys.
“You’re also a young adult in university, go have fun” she smiled, “I know you miss it, I know when you force me to go out and do things that I did before Flo I feel better,” she said, stopping her cleaning to sit on the edge of the coffee table to be face to face with him.
“I don’t want to put everything on you all the time,” he looked over as she rolled her eyes at his very stupid response, “I already leave enough for hockey it’s not really fair to you”
“When we decided to have her, we knew that you already had the team and the responsibilities that came with it, I don’t mind, what I mind is when all you do is play hockey, go to school, and be a dad. In order for you to be your best, you need a little social life” She poked him in the knee as he shook his head.
“I just don’t want you to resent being a father, so please for my sanity and my peace of mind go and be irresponsible” She frowned and pointed toward the group of boys who were goofing around with the baby.
“I could never resent you, but I will go and drink enough for the both of us,” he said standing up off of the couch and placing a chaste kiss on her temple before heading to the group of men in the kitchen.
“You bet your ass you will” She grinned and followed behind him.
“Now all of you out of my house, you all smell like hockey and it’s Little Miss' bedtime,” she said taking Florence from Grano who smiled and passed the child over, bidding his goodbyes and heading out of the kitchen to collect his things.
The rest of them were still laughing along with the squealing baby, her hands clapping as she watched the grown men giggle along with her.
“You heard the woman, out,” Philippe said clapping his hands and ushering the other guys out of the kitchen, childlike groans leaving their mouths as they were herded out of the kitchen.
“But I live here?” Eric said stopping in his tracks and going back into the kitchen with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.
“You three are the exception babes,” the woman said looking at Steve, Jacob, and Eric who grinned and headed up to their rooms to get ready for their upcoming night out.
“You heard the woman! Out!” Eric grinned and started bossing the other boys out of the house along with Philippe.
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“Why are you washing the baby in the sink?” Steve asked as he rummaged through the fridge for a beer.
“She’s not in the sink, her baby tub is in the sink,” the woman said in a duh tone, as she motioned to the six-month-old with sudds in her hair making it look like she had a mohawk, “did your parents never wash you in the sink when you were little?”
Steve just blinked at her for a sec while opening his beer before shaking his head.
“Plus it hurts my back to bend over the actual tub, so unless you want to wash her you can stop with those judgemental eyes Steven” She bit back as the man stared at her with an amused smile.
Steve left the kitchen not wanting to hear any more mom rants from the girl, “Wait! Steve, can you grab me a towel for Flo?” She called out but was met with a freshly out of the shower Philippe holding up a towel.
“You know me too well” She grinned and took the towel with little ducks littered all over it and wrapped their daughter in it.
“You forget to grab one literally every time you wash her” he pokes as he takes the clean baby from her mom, a grin on his face as he looks at the baby who yawns into his neck.
She stood there for a second, watching as he bounced her and placed a kiss on his daughter's cheek, grinning at her tired expression.
It was no secret that Philippe had become the greatest dad, he was so attentive and so careful with her, he was a dream.
He’d been like that since the moment she was born, he never complained, never started arguments. If anyone handled the transition into parenthood in a less perfect way it was her.
But something about their dynamic felt like it was on this ice, like any second, any wrong choice of words, any single small action and they would fall right through.
“I'm going to go and change her,” he said softly as she nodded back at him, draining the tub and starting to prepare her last bottle before she went to sleep.
Steve stood in the doorway with the towel she had called out for, “sorry I meant to yell out that I didn’t need it anymore”
“You know he’s in love with you right?” She tensed and stared at him
“I do” she shook her head and continued to portion out the formula for the bottle, “I just don't love him in that way” She shrugged and cringed as Steve shook his head and left the kitchen.
"You're a cruel woman" he joked as he yelled out at the bottom of the staircase.
A frown was plastered on her face as she finished the bottle and made her way upstairs to her and Florence’s room, Phil sitting on the edge of the bed with his daughter sprawled out on his chest, a new set of fuzzy pyjamas on her as she held his finger in her tiny hand.
A soft smile worked its way onto his face as he felt the bed dip next to him, the weight of the baby being lifted off of his chest as she slipped Flo into her arms, the bottle pushed past her lips as she looked down to Phil.
“You look upset,” he said poking her in the thigh.
She shook her head, “I'm just tired, ready to get this one into bed so I can get in bed as well” She shrugged and yawned, her free hand holding his as he continued to poke her thigh.
“I don't have to go tonight, there will be plenty of parties for me to go to if you're not feeling okay,” he said softly, sitting up more so he could look over her shoulder at the baby’s whose eyes gently fluttered shut.
“I have a feeling she’s gonna be easy tonight, don't worry about me" She leaned up against his arm, cringing as she remember the conversation down in the kitchen, maybe she was really stringing him along, “I've got it under control”
He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, fingers gently drawing lines against her skin, “You’ve always got it,” she hummed a small word of appreciation before finally getting up to burp the baby.
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It didn’t take long to get Flo to bed or to wrestle Philippe out of the house and into the cab, but finally, she was left to her thoughts. Sat comfortably on the couch, some Adam Sandler movie that Jacob had been watching was still on the tv as she buried herself in throw blankets.
She had sat down for barely ten minutes before she could hear crying once again, loud wails that made her heart clench as she retrieved her daughter and brought her to the couch to snuggle her as she watched movies.
Her pointer finger traced her daughter's facial features as little Flo blinked at the sensation, big blue eyes just like her father.
The resemblance between Florence and her father was very minimal but was something that her mother couldn’t get over. A tiny little nose, and a soft smile that looked just like her dad's.
Her phone began to buzz, a picture of Blanks popping up on the screen as she reached the coffee table for it.
“How’re my favourite girls doing?” Nick's voice could be heard on the other end, followed by a hello from Kent and Owen who were all together in Buffalo for a game the next day.
“She’s a little fussy, and I'm doing okay,” the woman shrugged as she readjusted the baby on her chest so she could comfortably put the phone up to her ear.
“You don't sound very okay,” Owen said taking the phone from Nick and walking over to the other side of the room, he loved a good therapy session.
“I'm fine, just tired” He rolled his eyes a the obvious lie, sometimes it's like she forgot that they had spent two years of their lives practically living together.
“Where’s Phil?”
“I made him go to a party,” she said nonchalantly, her hands now busying themselves with drawing circles on her daughter's back. Florence drooled all over her chest as she drifted off to sleep, the gentle drumming of her mother's heartbeat lulling her to sleep
“You need to stop pushing him away when you need a break” Owen's voice grew concerned making her wince.
“I just needed an empty house to clear my thoughts” she mumbled as she pressed pause of the tv show she had started.
“I’m just feeling very all over the place right now” Her words got caught in her throat, a dry laugh leaving her lips as she shook her head at the nonsense she was trying to spew.
“How so?” He asked, his voice chillingly calm, her eyes grew teary as she heard Owen telling her to take her time.
“I'm just wondering if I made a mistake by letting him be involved, he lost everything when I roped him in,” Owen scoffed and went to speak before she cut him off.
“Steve said something to me, something about Philippe being in love with me and I don't know I just feel guilty all the time about everything.”
“Steve should mind his own business,” he said, pausing to push both Kent and Nick away from him so he could continue the conversation without their butting-in conversations.
“I mean we have a kid together, we act like a couple because he’s the father of my kid” she sniffled as Florence's little hands made fists and rested them upon her mom’s collarbone, “Pow I love him, like so much, but I don't think I will ever love him the way that he wants me too”
“You don't have to,” you could hear his voice start to grow agitated, not at her, but at the guys, all of them knowing that this situation was fragile. They all knew better than to involve themselves in the new parent's relationship.
“But everyone makes me feel like I have to, I love him, and I love that he gave me my daughter and that he’s here for us, but the idea of us being together isn’t something that I ever picture,” she choked out, a short groaned leaving her lips as her hand raked through her hair.
“That's okay, fuck Steve and the rest of them, who you love and how you love them is up to you,” Owen said regaining his calm voice, a little reassurance that maybe she wants at fault for everything.
“I just feel bad cause I'm giving him mixed signals, and like I took his young adult life away from him so like I’ve fucked everything for him” She let out a sigh and clung Florence to her chest as she got up to grab a face cloth for her to rid her chin and neck of her drool.
“No, you didn’t, and if anyone is saying that they are lying, Phil knows exactly what he’s gotten himself into, you gave him plenty of chances to leave and he didn’t,”
It was true Philippe had multiple chances to get out before it was too late, even after she was born but he was still around, “Flo is his responsibility as well, and if anything this fatherhood thing has made him a much better person”
A tear slipped down her cheek as she readjusted herself on the couch, her baby cradled in her arms, “thanks, Owen”
“Any time, next time one of the fuckers gives you a hard time or makes you upset let me know” he promised, semi-jokingly as he handed the phone back to Nick.
“Those fuckers should know better, I mean you’re a better person than most of those guys will ever be,” Nick said in a harsh tone, annoyance filling his senses, those boys had promised to make her life easier, to help and create peace, not complicate everything.
“Don't say shit like that Blanks” she mumbled.
“I'm serious, you are such a strong person, those dumbasses need to stop giving you a hard time” he sighed, knowing that they had no ill intent, they always mean well, they were just stupid at knowing when the time to intervene was.
“They’re just looking out for Philippe” she reasoned, she also knew that Steve’s and other comments that have been made in the past weren’t comments that were supposed to negatively affect her, they just wanted everyone happy.
“Lapointe is a big boy, the can make his own decisions and handle his shit, and if he knew that the guys were helping him at your expense I don't think he’d appreciate it very much.”
A gentle knock on the front door startled her out of the conversation, “I’m gonna have to call you back Blanks someone is at the door,” she said warmly, drying the tears on her face as she readjusted the baby in her chest.
“Sounds good, we are probably going to head out for drinks so we'll talk in a few days” he promised, as Bothe Kent and Owen in unison yelled out their goodbyes.
“Okay, love you guys bye”
She quickly ran over to the door, hoping she didn’t keep the person on the otherwise waiting too long, she swung it opened it to see the very smiley sophomore clad in pyjamas and a smile, “oh, hey Mark” she whispered with a grin as she ushered for him to follow her into the house.
“I promised I'd stop by after the game, but I got a little strung up with the trainers and coaches,” He shrugged with a smile before motioning for the woman to pass him over the baby.
“I heard that you're the most penalized player in the league now, Mr. Eighty-seven minutes,” she said giving him the baby and the drool-covered rag before collapsing down on the couch.
“Yeah I'm a superstar” he shrugged.
“You played well though, minus the penalties” She grinned and nodded at the baby who was now knocked out in his arms.
Flo always had such an easy time with Mark, he claimed it was because he was the first of the guys to hold her and the fact that he and Flo were best friends.
The topic of him being the first beside her mother to ever hold her pissed off all the guys, especially Philippe, it was like twisting the knife in the already tender wound, the fact that he couldn’t make it to the birth, and then he wasn’t even the first to hold his baby.
“You made the cutest baby did you know that” Mark’s thumb ran over the fat on her cheeks, a sleepy smile on Flo’s face as she buried her face into his arm.
“Why aren’t you at the party?”
“wasn’t in the mood,” he said like the answer was obvious as if he wasn’t one of the biggest party personalities in the entire Umich student body.
“Who are you and what have you done with my Mark Estapa?”
“Your Mark Estapa, that’s a bold term” he joked, watching as she rolled her eyes.
“You know what I meant,” she jabbed him in the thigh with her foot, making a quiet gasp leave his lips, not wanting to wake up the sleeping baby.
“If you wondering why I'm not at the party it's because the prettiest girl that I've been waiting all day to see wasn’t there so there was no point in showing up” He smiled, looking from the baby up to her, a look of amusement on her face as she raised her brows
“You’re such a flirt”
“I never said I was talking about you, could have been talking about my littlest love right here” He motioned to the baby in his arms, his free hand pulling her pyjama top down to cover her stomach, his little heart pained to see that she was almost too big for her six-month-old clothes.
“I love that nickname” she mumbled, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for another smart-mouthed response from Mark.
“Yeah? You want a similar one?” He shamelessly flirted, looking over at the red spread across both of the woman’s cheeks, “you’re blushing” he said leaning over her legs to run his thumb over the hot and flushed skin of her cheeks
“That's true Mark, I am turning red, you’re flirting with me, it's expected,” she deadpanned.
“When are you gonna let me take you out?” He questioned, feigning for the moment that the girl would let her guard down and finally accept his advances.
“When pigs fly” She grinned as his face dropped.
“I could arrange for that to happen” he murmured to her, his hand raking through his hair and across his face to tame the lush on his cheeks, “you underestimate me”
“Mark I have a baby, and her father is your teammate.”
“I'm fully aware of those two facts,” he said smartly pointing down aye the baby sitting in his arms, a grin on his face as she rolled her eyes at his statement.
“It wouldn’t work” She shook her hand and looked away from him, her facial muscles trying hard to not let a smile pull at her lips.
“I'm gonna prove you wrong one of these days,” he says confidently, a toothy smile on his face as she watches her look back at him.
“I’d like to see you try” she added before pressing unpause on her tv show, ignoring the stare and smile that came from the man
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this is poorly edited so please don't mind the spelling errors, I will get to the serious editing later
#mylittlestlovesau!!#mark estapa x reader#mark estapa#mark estapa for the win#philippe lapointe#umich hockey#umich blurbs#umich imagine#umich lb#steve holtz#kent johnson#owen power#nick blankenburg#luca fantilli
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real reaction of me watching the umich game right now. luke hughes will become a devil.
#luke hughes#umich hockey#umich lb#michigan hockey#jack hughes#quinn hughes#dylan duke#ethan edwards#mark estapa#rutger mcgroarty#adam fantilli#luca fantilli
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luke hughes when there’s 0.6 seconds left in overtime
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me because I love both teams sm and I know one of them is going to lose . . .
#﹕─┈ roro’s watching hockey!#bc eagles lb#eagles lb#umich lb#frozen four#boston college#umich hockey
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not the ohio state player patting baby duke on the head after the penalty 😭😭
#umich lb#tyler duke#on a serious note#MY MAN HAS BEEN GETTING TARGETED#AND IM NOT HERE FOR IT#LEAVE HIM ALONE
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YOU LOOK GREAT - N. MOLDENHAUER
paring: Nick Moldenhauer x fem! reader
word count: 6.6k
requested? yes - "Sorry for borrowing your clothes" "Dont be. You look great in them" w/ nick moldenhauer
warnings: use of y/n. change of povs. 1st to third
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As I stepped onto the University of Michigan campus, I was filled with excitement and nerves. College was a whole new world, and I was eager to dive into everything it had to offer. Little did I know, one of the most impactful aspects of my college experience would be meeting Nick Moldenhauer.
Nick and I met during freshman orientation. He was a towering figure, with a friendly smile and an easygoing demeanor that instantly put me at ease. We were both assigned to the same dormitory, and as luck would have it, our rooms were just a few doors apart.
"Hey there," he greeted with a casual wave, his voice carrying a hint of Midwestern warmth. "You must be Y/N, right? I heard we're practically neighbors."
"Yeah, that's me," I replied, trying to match his easygoing tone. "It's nice to meet you, Nick. Looks like we lucked out with our dorm assignments."
Nick chuckled, running a hand through his tousled hair. "Definitely. Who knows, maybe we'll end up being the best of friends."
Little did I know, his words would ring true in the months to come. As we settled into our respective rooms, the proximity of our living quarters made it easy for us to strike up conversations whenever we crossed paths in the hallway or kitchen.
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One evening, as I struggled to navigate the maze of laundry machines in the basement, I bumped into Nick sorting through a pile of clothes.
"Need a hand?" he asked, flashing me a reassuring smile.
I nodded gratefully, relieved to have some company in the otherwise deserted laundry room. As we waited for our loads to finish, we chatted about everything from our hometowns to our favorite sports teams, discovering shared interests and mutual acquaintances along the way.
At first, our interactions were limited to passing hellos in the hallway or brief chats in the communal kitchen. But as the weeks went by, we found ourselves gravitating towards each other more and more.
I vividly remember one chilly October evening when Nick and I found ourselves studying in the common area of our dormitory. With textbooks spread out on the table between us and the soft glow of overhead lights casting a warm ambiance, we delved into a deep conversation about our respective majors.
"So, what made you decide to major in sociology?" Nick asked, genuine curiosity coloring his voice as he flipped through the pages of my textbook.
I shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "I've always been fascinated by human behavior and societal dynamics. Plus, I figured it would give me a better understanding of the world around me."
Nick nodded thoughtfully, his blue eyes reflecting the flickering light of the nearby fireplace. "That's cool. I never would've guessed you were interested in that stuff. I always pegged you as more of a science person."
I chuckled, shaking my head. "Believe it or not, I actually considered majoring in biology at one point. But sociology just felt like the right fit for me."
Our conversation meandered from topic to topic, spanning everything from our favorite books and movies to our most embarrassing childhood memories. With each passing day, I found myself drawn to Nick's infectious energy and genuine kindness, his presence becoming a source of comfort and joy in the whirlwind of college life.
Before I knew it, our interactions had transitioned from sporadic encounters to regular hangouts. Whether it was grabbing lunch between classes or meeting up for late-night study sessions in the library, Nick and I were practically inseparable.
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One chilly evening, with the soft glow of the library's reading lamps casting a warm ambiance, Nick and I found ourselves huddled together at a secluded study table, surrounded by towering stacks of textbooks and piles of lecture notes. The gentle hum of students whispering and keyboards tapping provided the perfect backdrop for our intense study session.
As I struggled to make sense of the dense sociological theories sprawled across my textbook, I couldn't help but steal glances at Nick, who was engrossed in his own set of notes, his brow furrowed in concentration. His tousled hair caught the dim light just right, casting shadows across his chiseled features, and I couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that stirred within me.
"So, what do you think about this concept?" Nick's voice broke through my reverie, pulling me back to the task at hand.
I blinked, trying to focus on the page in front of me. "Um, sorry, could you repeat that?" I stammered, feeling a blush creeping up my cheeks.
Nick chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I asked what you thought about this concept. You seem pretty lost in thought over there."
I bit my lip, trying to come up with a coherent response. "Honestly, I'm not sure. It's a bit abstract for my liking."
Nick nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary. "Yeah, I get that. Sometimes these theories can feel a bit...out there."
His playful tone sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but meet his gaze head-on, the air between us suddenly charged with tension. For a fleeting moment, it felt as though we were the only two people in the world, lost in our own little bubble of shared laughter and lingering glances.
As the hours slipped by and the library grew quiet around us, I found myself drawn to Nick in a way I couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the late hour or the adrenaline of exam season, but something about the way he looked at me made my heart race and my palms grow clammy with anticipation.
And as we packed up our belongings and made our way out into the cool night air, I couldn't shake the feeling that our study session had been about so much more than just academic pursuits.
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The anticipation buzzed in the air as I made my way to the University of Michigan hockey arena, the excitement palpable with each step I took. It was game day, and as I navigated through the throngs of enthusiastic fans decked out in maize and blue, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride for my friend Nick and the rest of the Wolverines team.
As I settled into my seat, the energy of the crowd enveloped me, filling me with a sense of exhilaration unlike anything I had ever experienced. The stadium lights illuminated the ice rink below, casting a mesmerizing glow over the gleaming surface, and I found myself holding my breath in anticipation of the game to come.
And then, as if on cue, the players burst onto the ice, their skates slicing through the frozen surface with effortless grace. Among them was Nick, clad in his signature jersey and helmet, his eyes focused and determined as he prepared to face off against the opposing team.
I couldn't tear my gaze away as the game unfolded before me, each play more thrilling than the last. From bone-rattling body checks to lightning-fast slap shots, the action was relentless, keeping me on the edge of my seat with every twist and turn.
And through it all, Nick was a force to be reckoned with, his skill and athleticism shining brightly as he darted across the ice, deftly maneuvering the puck with precision and finesse. With each pass and shot, he seemed to defy gravity, his movements fluid and effortless as he propelled the puck towards the opposing team's goal.
As the game reached its climax, with the score tied and the tension mounting, I found myself cheering louder than ever, my heart pounding in time with the thunderous roar of the crowd. And when Nick scored the winning goal in the final seconds of the game, sending the arena into a frenzy of cheers and applause, I couldn't help but leap to my feet in sheer elation.
Amidst the jubilant celebrations that followed, I made my way down to the ice, eager to congratulate Nick on his stellar performance. And as he skated over to greet me, his face flushed with exertion and his eyes shining with excitement, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride for my friend and all that he had accomplished.
"Great game, Nick!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my enthusiasm as I wrapped him in a tight hug.
Nick grinned, his breath coming in short gasps as he returned the embrace. "Thanks, Y/N," he replied, his voice hoarse with emotion. “I’m glad you came.”
Nick's gratitude washed over me like a warm wave, filling me with a sense of contentment that I hadn't realized I was searching for. His words echoed in my mind, each syllable imbued with a depth of emotion that tugged at my heartstrings in the most unexpected way.
A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I pulled back slightly to meet Nick's gaze. "Of course, Nick," I replied, my own voice filled with genuine affection. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. You played amazing out there."
Nick's grin widened, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice soft and sincere. "Having you here means a lot to me. It's like having my own personal cheering section."
I laughed, the sound bubbling up from deep within me. "Well, consider me your number one fan," I declared, playfully nudging him with my elbow. "I'll be here cheering you on every step of the way."
As we stood there, basking in the afterglow of the game and the warmth of each other's company, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. There was a newfound closeness, an unspoken bond that seemed to transcend the confines of friendship and venture into uncharted territory.
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I fumbled through my pockets, panic rising in my chest as I realized that my dorm key was nowhere to be found. With a sinking feeling, I recalled setting it down on the coffee table in my friend's dorm room across campus earlier that evening. It was already late at night, and the thought of trekking all the way back across campus to retrieve it was daunting, to say the least.
"Shit," I yelled, frustration boiling over as I glanced at my watch, the hands ticking closer and closer to midnight. How could I have been so careless?
Just then, I heard footsteps approaching from down the hall, and before I knew it, Nick appeared in the doorway, concern etched across his features.
"Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry as he took in my distressed expression.
I sighed heavily, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "I forgot my dorm key at Sarah's place across campus," I admitted, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. "And now it's too late to go back and get it."
Nick frowned sympathetically, his brow furrowing in thought. "That sucks," he said, his voice tinged with empathy. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
I shook my head, feeling a pang of guilt for inconveniencing him. "I don't want to bother you, Nick," I replied, my voice tinged with regret. "It's my own fault for being so forgetful."
But Nick simply waved off my protests, his expression determined. "Nonsense," he declared, his eyes sparkling with determination."I'm not letting you wander around campus alone in the middle of the night. Besides, my dorm is just down the hall. You can crash on my couch for the night."
I blinked in surprise, caught off guard by his unexpected offer. "Are you sure?" I asked, feeling a rush of gratitude wash over me.
Nick nodded, a reassuring smile gracing his lips. "Absolutely," he replied, his voice warm and sincere. "Consider it a sleepover. We'll watch some cheesy movies, raid the vending machine for snacks, and before you know it, morning will be here and you can go get your key."
His words filled me with a sense of relief, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of affection for my friend and his unwavering kindness. "Thank you, Nick," I said, my voice soft with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Nick grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You don't have to thank me," he replied, his tone gentle. "That's what friends are for, right?"
"Right," I echoed softly, my voice tinged with gratitude. But beneath the surface, I couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in the air, a flutter of something unfamiliar stirring in the depths of my heart.
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As the movie played in the background, the dim light casting a cozy glow over Nick's dorm room, I couldn't help but notice the oversized hoodie I was wearing. It was soft and warm, the fabric carrying a faint scent of Nick's cologne that enveloped me like a comforting embrace.
"Hey, you're wearing my clothes," Nick remarked with a playful grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he gestured towards the hoodie I had borrowed.
I felt a flush of embarrassment creep up my cheeks as I glanced down at myself, suddenly self-conscious under his scrutiny. "Sorry for borrowing your clothes," I murmured, feeling a pang of guilt for invading his personal space.
But Nick simply waved off my apology, his expression warm and reassuring. "Don't be," he replied, his voice gentle. "You look great in them."
His words caught me off guard, sending a rush of warmth flooding through me. In that moment, bathed in the soft glow of the TV and surrounded by the comforting scent of Nick's cologne, I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness that went beyond mere friendship.
And as we settled back into the couch, our shoulders brushing against each other in the intimate space, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us, something unspoken and electric that lingered in the air like static electricity.
As the movie wound down and the credits rolled, Nick stretched his arms above his head, a contented sigh escaping his lips. "Well, I think it's about time I hit the hay," he said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Got an early practice tomorrow."
I nodded in understanding, the warmth of the hoodie he lent me providing a sense of comfort as I curled up on the couch. "Yeah, I should probably get some sleep too," I replied, stifling a yawn.
Nick bid me goodnight with a gentle smile before disappearing into his bedroom, leaving me alone in the dimly lit living room. I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off into a peaceful slumber, but as the minutes ticked by, sleep eluded me.
Suddenly, a shiver ran down my spine as a vivid nightmare gripped my subconscious, sending me tumbling into a world of darkness and fear. I jolted awake, my heart pounding in my chest as I struggled to catch my breath, the remnants of the nightmare still haunting me.
Without hesitation, I sprang from the couch and made my way to Nick's bedroom, my pulse racing with a mixture of fear and desperation. I knocked softly on the door, my voice trembling as I called out his name.
"Nick?" I whispered, my hand hovering uncertainly over the doorknob. "Can I come in?"
The door creaked open, revealing Nick's concerned expression as he peered at me from the darkness of his room. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the terrifying nightmare that had shaken me to the core. Without hesitation, Nick pulled me into his embrace, his arms wrapping around me in a comforting cocoon of warmth and safety.
"It's okay, Y/N," he murmured, his voice soothing and reassuring. "You're safe now. I'm here."
And as we settled into his bed, our bodies pressed close together in the darkness, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over me
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As I blinked away the remnants of sleep, the warmth of the bed enveloping me in its comforting embrace, I couldn't shake the feeling of confusion that lingered in the air. Where was I? And why did everything feel so... different?
As I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, it dawned on me—I was in Nick's bed. Memories of the night before flooded back, the nightmare that had shaken me awake, and Nick's comforting presence as he held me close, soothing away my fears.
But as I looked around the room, I realized that I was alone. Nick was nowhere to be seen, leaving me feeling a pang of disappointment and confusion. Had it all been a dream?
Without hesitation, I reached for my phone, my fingers trembling as I typed out a quick message to my friends, recounting the events of the night before and the unsettling feeling of waking up alone in Nick's bed.
But as I made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, the sound of the front door opening caught my attention, sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. Was it Nick? And if so, where had he been all morning?
My heart pounded in my chest as I approached the doorway, the anticipation almost overwhelming. And then, as I stepped into the living room, my eyes widened in surprise at the sight before me.
There, standing in the doorway with a sheepish grin on his face, was Nick. He was clad in a rumpled t-shirt and sweatpants, his hair tousled from sleep and a guilty look in his eyes.
"Hey, Y/N," he greeted, his voice tinged with nervousness. "I, uh, didn't mean to leave you alone this morning. I had to run out for a bit, but I'm back now."
I blinked in confusion, unsure of how to respond to his sudden reappearance. "Oh," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "That's okay. I, uh, was just... surprised to wake up alone."
Nick's expression softened, a hint of regret flickering across his features. "I'm sorry," he said, his tone sincere. "I should've let you know where I was going. I just went to get your key.”
As Nick's words washed over me, a wave of relief flooded my senses. The tension that had been coiling in my chest loosened, replaced by a sense of gratitude for his thoughtfulness and consideration.
"You went to get my key?" I repeated, my voice tinged with disbelief. "But... why?"
Nick shrugged sheepishly, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I know how much you hate running across campus alone, especially at night," he admitted, his tone earnest. "And after everything that happened last night, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have to go through that again."
His words struck a chord deep within me, stirring a swell of emotion that threatened to overwhelm me. Here was Nick, going out of his way to ensure my safety and well-being, even after a night that had undoubtedly left him exhausted and drained.
"Thank you, Nick," I said, my voice soft with emotion. "I... I don't know what to say."
Nick smiled, his eyes lighting up with genuine warmth. "You don't have to say anything," he replied, his tone gentle. "Just knowing that you're safe is enough for me."
Feeling Nick's arms wrap around me, pulling me into a warm embrace, I couldn't help but let out a shaky sigh of relief. His presence was like a comforting anchor in the midst of uncertainty, grounding me and soothing away the lingering traces of fear and doubt.
For a moment, we stood there, locked in a tight embrace, our bodies pressed close together as if seeking solace in each other's warmth. And as I buried my face in Nick's shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of his cologne, I felt a sense of peace settle over me like a soft blanket.
"Thank you, Nick," I murmured, my voice muffled against his chest. "For everything."
Nick squeezed me tighter, his grip firm and reassuring. "Anytime, Y/N," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. "I'll always be here for you."
And in that moment, surrounded by the gentle rhythm of Nick's heartbeat and the warmth of his embrace, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as I had Nick by my side, I would never have to face them alone. With him, I felt safe, cherished, and utterly, unquestionably loved.
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The euphoria of victory pulsed through the air as Nick and his teammates celebrated their triumph on the ice. The cheers of the crowd still echoed in his ears as he made his way through the bustling streets of campus, the adrenaline of the game fueling his every step.
But amidst the jubilant celebrations and congratulatory pats on the back, Nick couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness that gnawed at his insides. Despite the victory, despite the adulation of the fans and the pride of his teammates, there was a sense of emptiness that lingered beneath the surface—a void that seemed impossible to fill.
So, without giving it a second thought, Nick found himself wandering aimlessly through the familiar streets of campus, the cool night air washing over him like a balm for his weary soul. With each step, he felt the weight of the world lifting from his shoulders, replaced by a sense of freedom and exhilaration unlike anything he had ever experienced.
And then, as if drawn by an invisible force, Nick found himself standing before Y/N's doorstep, his heart pounding in his chest as he hesitated for just a moment before reaching out to knock.
The sound of his knuckles rapping against the wood echoed through the stillness of the night, sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins. What was he doing here? What had possessed him to seek out Y/N in the dead of night, with no explanation and no plan?
But before he could second-guess himself any further, the door swung open, revealing Y/N's surprised expression as she took in the sight of him standing on her doorstep, breathless and disheveled from the night's festivities.
"Nick?" she exclaimed, her eyes widening in shock. "What are you doing here?"
Nick's throat felt dry as he struggled to find the right words, his mind racing a mile a minute as he searched for an explanation. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I needed to see you."
Y/N's expression softened, a hint of concern flickering across her features. "Are you okay?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch his arm.
Nick nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, I think so," he replied, his voice steadier now. "I just... I wanted to be with you."
As Y/N ushered Nick inside, a surge of tension crackled in the air between them, palpable and electric. There was a raw vulnerability in the way Nick looked at her, his gaze searching hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.
"Thanks," Nick muttered, his voice husky with emotion as he stumbled into the warmth of Y/N's apartment. "I appreciate it."
Y/N nodded, her heart pounding in her chest as she guided him to the couch, his movements unsteady and uncertain. She couldn't help but notice the way his hand lingered against hers, the heat of his touch searing her skin even through the fabric of her clothes.
As she settled Nick onto the couch, a flood of conflicting emotions washed over Y/N—concern for his well-being, frustration at his reckless behavior, and a simmering undercurrent of something more, something she couldn't quite put into words.
"Here," she murmured, her voice soft as she handed him a bucket in case he needed it. "You should probably drink some water and try to get some rest."
Nick nodded gratefully, his gaze lingering on Y/N's face for a moment longer than necessary. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice hoarse with gratitude. "You're too good to me."
Y/N forced a smile, her heart twisting with a mixture of longing and regret. "It's no problem," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... try not to make a habit of it, okay?"
Y/N's heart clenched as she watched Nick settle onto the couch, his features softened by the haze of alcohol. She wanted to reach out, to erase the troubled lines from his forehead, but she held herself back, the tension between them too thick to ignore.
"Goodnight, Nick," she murmured, her voice tinged with a mixture of concern and hesitation. "Call out if you need anything, okay?"
Nick nodded, his eyes heavy with exhaustion as he mumbled a barely coherent reply. And with a heavy heart, Y/N turned away, retreating to the solitude of her bedroom, where she could grapple with the whirlwind of emotions that threatened to consume her.
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But just as she was drifting off to sleep, a loud retching sound shattered the silence of the night, sending a jolt of panic coursing through her veins. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, Y/N bolted upright, her heart hammering in her chest as she rushed to Nick's side.
"Nick, are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling with worry as she knelt beside him on the couch.
Nick groaned, his face pale and clammy as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "I... I think I puked," he admitted, his voice thick with shame.
Y/N's heart went out to him, her own discomfort forgotten in the face of his distress. "It's okay," she reassured him, her voice soft and soothing. "Let's get you cleaned up."
Together, they worked in silence, Y/N fetching cleaning supplies while Nick slumped against the cushions, his face drawn with exhaustion and embarrassment. And as they scrubbed away the evidence of his indiscretion, a quiet understanding passed between them, unspoken but palpable.
"I'm sorry," Nick whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "I didn't mean to..."
Y/N placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her touch a silent reassurance that he was not alone. "It's okay," she replied, her voice filled with compassion. "We all make mistakes. What's important is that you're okay."
As Y/N finished cleaning up the mess, she turned to Nick, her expression soft with concern. "Nick, do you want to take a shower?" she asked gently, her voice filled with compassion. "I can go grab you some fresh clothes while you clean up."
Nick nodded weakly, gratitude shining in his eyes as he met her gaze. "That... that would be great," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
With a reassuring smile, Y/N helped Nick to his feet and guided him towards the bathroom, her hand a steady anchor against his trembling frame. She couldn't help but feel a surge of sympathy for him, his vulnerability tugging at her heartstrings in a way she couldn't quite explain.
"Here, I'll go grab you some clothes," she said, her voice gentle as she squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Just take your time in the shower, okay? I'll be right back."
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As Y/N slipped into Nick's dorm room, the air felt charged with anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest with a mixture of nerves and excitement. She had come here with a singular purpose—to retrieve some clothes for Nick—but as she stepped inside, her gaze fell upon something unexpected.
There, sitting on Nick's desk, was a small velvet box, its lid slightly ajar to reveal the glint of polished metal within. Curiosity piqued, Y/N approached the desk, her fingers trembling as she reached out to lift the lid.
And then, as she gazed upon the delicate piece of jewelry nestled within the box, her breath caught in her throat. It was a dahlia pendant, its petals crafted from shimmering silver and adorned with tiny sparkling diamonds. It was exquisite, a breathtaking work of art that seemed to shimmer and dance in the dim light of the room.
As Y/N's eyes fell upon the exquisite dahlia pendant nestled within the box, her breath caught in her throat. The pendant glimmered in the dim light of the room, its delicate petals crafted from shimmering silver and adorned with tiny sparkling diamonds. It was a breathtaking work of art, a testament to Nick's thoughtfulness and attention to detail.
But as quickly as her eyes had landed on the pendant, Y/N felt a pang of guilt wash over her. She had never intended to stumble upon such a personal and intimate gift, and the realization that she had inadvertently invaded Nick's privacy filled her with a sense of unease.
With trembling hands, Y/N carefully closed the lid of the box, her heart heavy with regret. She had no right to pry into Nick's personal affairs, no right to intrude upon the sanctity of his space. And as she turned to leave the room, her mind filled with conflicting emotions, she vowed to keep the discovery to herself, to respect Nick's privacy and his right to keep his secrets.
Y/N reentered the room, her heart still fluttering with the weight of what she had discovered, yet determined to maintain a facade of normalcy. "I got your clothes," she announced softly, holding out the bundle she had retrieved from Nick's closet.
Nick looked up, a grateful smile spreading across his face as he accepted the clothes from her outstretched hand. "Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, his voice hoarse with gratitude.
Y/N returned his smile, though her mind was still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. She couldn't help but steal a glance at the closed box on Nick's desk, the image of the dahlia pendant etched into her memory.
But she quickly pushed aside her curiosity, focusing instead on the task at hand—helping Nick get cleaned up and settled for the night. With practiced ease, she guided him towards the bathroom once more, offering him a reassuring smile as she left him to his privacy.
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As Y/N entered the living room, her steps cautious and tentative, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease gnawing at her insides. Nick was still there, slumbering peacefully on the couch, his features softened by the light of the morning sun.
With a heavy sigh, Y/N approached him, her heart aching with a mixture of concern and affection. She couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for leaving him alone on the couch all night, but the events of the previous evening had left her emotionally drained and uncertain of how to proceed.
"Nick?" she murmured softly, reaching out to gently shake his shoulder. "Are you awake?"
Nick stirred, his eyes fluttering open as he blinked up at her in confusion. "Y/N?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. "What time is it?"
Y/N checked her phone, noting the time with a furrowed brow. "It's almost noon," she replied, her voice tinged with concern. "You've been asleep for hours."
Nick groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he sat up on the couch. "Sorry," he muttered, his voice sheepish. "I must have passed out."
Y/N shook her head, offering him a reassuring smile. "It's okay," she said, her tone gentle. "You needed the rest."
Nick nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Thanks, Y/N," he said, his voice filled with gratitude. "For everything."
Y/N returned his smile, her heart swelling with warmth at the sight of him. "Anytime, Nick," she replied, her voice soft. "Anytime."
As Nick rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Y/N couldn't help but notice the fatigue etched into his features. "You look exhausted," she remarked, her concern deepening. "Did you sleep okay?"
Nick nodded, though there was a hint of hesitation in his response. "Yeah, I guess so," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "I just... I've been feeling a bit off lately."
Y/N's brow furrowed with worry as she took in Nick's weary demeanor. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked gently, reaching out to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.
Nick hesitated for a moment, his gaze flickering away before meeting hers once more. "It's just... everything feels so overwhelming sometimes," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I feel like I'm constantly struggling to keep up, to meet everyone's expectations. And... I don't know, I guess I'm just tired of pretending like I have it all together when I really don't."
Y/N's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in Nick's words, the weight of his struggles evident in every syllable. Without hesitation, she wrapped him in a comforting embrace, holding him close as if to shield him from the world's harsh realities.
"You don't have to pretend with me, Nick," she murmured, her voice soft with understanding. "You can be yourself, flaws and all. I'll still be here for you, no matter what."
Nick's shoulders sagged with relief as he leaned into her embrace, the weight of his burdens momentarily lifted in the warmth of her presence. "Thank you, Y/N," he whispered, his voice choked with emotion. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Y/N held him tighter, her own heart swelling with affection for the man who had unwittingly stolen it.
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As Y/N made her way to the arena, her heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. It was the biggest game of the season—a chance for Nick and his teammates to prove themselves before the playoffs—and she was determined to be there to show her support.
The atmosphere inside the arena was electric, the air crackling with energy as the crowd roared with excitement. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she watched Nick take to the ice, his determination evident in every stride.
As the game unfolded, Y/N found herself on the edge of her seat, her heart pounding in time with each pass and shot. The tension in the air was palpable, each moment filled with the promise of victory or the threat of defeat.
And then, in the final moments of the game, with the score tied and the clock ticking down, Nick seized his opportunity. With a burst of speed and skill, he maneuvered past the opposing defense, his stick connecting with the puck in a perfect shot that sailed past the goalie and into the back of the net.
The crowd erupted into cheers as the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the game and a hard-fought victory for Nick and his teammates. Y/N couldn't contain her excitement as she joined in the celebration, her heart soaring with pride for the man she had come to care for so deeply.
As the players made their way off the ice, Y/N caught sight of Nick making his way towards her, a triumphant smile on his face. He pulled her into a tight embrace, his joy infectious as he spun her around in a whirl of excitement.
"We did it, Y/N," he exclaimed, his voice filled with elation. "We won!"
Y/N laughed, her own happiness bubbling over as she returned Nick's embrace. "I knew you could do it," she replied, her voice filled with pride. "I'm so proud of you, Nick."
Nick's smile widened at her words, his eyes shining with gratitude and affection. "Thanks, Y/N," he replied, his voice tinged with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without you."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at his words, her smile widening as she gazed up at him. There was a warmth in Nick's eyes, a tenderness that spoke volumes without him having to say a word. In that moment, she felt closer to him than ever before, their bond strengthened by the shared experience of victory and celebration.
As the crowd began to thin out and the arena emptied, Nick turned to Y/N with a serious expression, a hint of nervousness flickering in his eyes. "Y/N, there's something I want to talk to you about," he said, his voice low with intensity. "Something important."
Y/N's curiosity was piqued, her pulse quickening with anticipation. "What is it?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.
Nick glanced around the nearly empty arena, his expression serious. "Can we talk after I get out of the locker room?" he asked, his voice tinged with urgency. "It's... it's something I've been wanting to say for a while now."
Y/N nodded, a sense of excitement tingling in her veins. "Of course," she replied, her heart pounding with anticipation.
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As Y/N waited outside the locker room, her anticipation grew with each passing moment. She couldn't shake the feeling of nervous excitement that coursed through her veins, her heart pounding in her chest as she wondered what Nick wanted to tell her.
Finally, the door swung open, and Nick emerged from the locker room, his expression serious yet determined. Without a word, he gestured for Y/N to follow him, leading her to a quiet corner of the arena away from prying eyes and curious onlookers.
Once they were alone, Nick turned to face Y/N, his gaze searching hers with a mixture of apprehension and longing. "Y/N," he began, his voice soft but filled with emotion. "There's something I need to tell you. Something I should have said a long time ago."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the seriousness in Nick's tone, her pulse quickening with anticipation. "What is it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Nick took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers as he spoke. "I love you, Y/N," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "I've loved you for as long as I can remember, and I can't imagine my life without you."
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she took in Nick's words, her heart overflowing with emotion. She had waited so long to hear him say those three simple words, and now that he had, she felt like she was floating on air.
"Oh Nick," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I love you too."
Without hesitation, she threw her arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace as she buried her face in his chest. In that moment, surrounded by the quiet of the empty arena and the warmth of Nick's embrace, Y/N felt like she was exactly where she was meant to be.
And then, as they stood there together in the quiet of the arena, Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. With trembling hands, he opened it to reveal the dahlia pendant, its delicate petals gleaming in the dim light.
"I want you to have this," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "As a reminder of my love for you, and everything we've been through together."
Tears streamed down Y/N's cheeks as she reached out to take the pendant, her fingers trembling with emotion. "It's beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with wonder.
Nick smiled, a tender expression on his face as he gently fastened the pendant around Y/N's neck. "Just like you," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
I got a little too carried away when writing this. oh well, who doesnt love moldy
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this is me trying L. Fantilli
Luca Fantilli x fem!reader
synopsis - You just want Luca to know that you're trying.
wc - 2.5k
contains - cursing, academic burnout (self reflection...), crying, not feeling good enough, reader has an older brother, um suggestiveness??? (reader makes one joke), that's it! LMK!
an - im so sorry i kept you guys waiting... but happy thanksgiving, forgive me im so thankful for you guys. this was a bit more self indulgent than my other fics... THIS WAS SO LATE BECAUSE i wrote 2000+ words then they didn't save and so i literally cried over it and couldn't write for the rest literal week whenever i came back to it i was upset, like i was that sad guys. and i really don't love this because it just isn't as perfect as the first one i wrote was. anyways hope you love this!
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i've been having a hard time adjusting. i had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting.
You were sick. Not like physical illness, go to the doctor and get medicine sick. You were sick of waking up every day, going to the same classes, eating the same food, coming home, sitting alone in your dorm, then falling asleep and doing it over again. But you couldn't afford to do anything else at the same time. If you wanted to get the grades you needed to pass your current classes, you were going to have to work your ass off.
You were always considered gifted. You took advanced classes all of high school, attending college-level courses in your junior year. Even in your freshman year at Umich, you passed with flying colors, but now, now it was different. You don't know why classes were so much harder now, and it was especially hard because everything had always been so easy.
Even with all of this, you had Luca. Luca had been your boyfriend since October of freshman year. He'd always stood by your side no matter what, but now it felt different. He'd never seen you like this, struggling so much with things you were known for being good at. You remember him telling you how proud he was when you had gotten a 98% on one of your final exams last year, you were worried he wouldn't be proud anymore.
As a child, you were conditioned into thinking that better grades meant better treatment from your parents. Your brother had been a star student always until he'd slacked off senior year and ended up going to a college he was way too smart for. When that happened, your parents decided you wouldn't be like your brother. You would go to a good school, and get good grades, and in exchange they would love you, at least that's how it felt.
i didn't know if you'd care if i came back, i have a lot of regrets about that.
All the love you'd ever known was for a price, your parents', your boyfriend's, even your brother's it was like you had to be good enough before they would consider you lovable.
You never felt this from Luca, but you never gave him a reason to think otherwise. You'd always been this smart girl for him, a girl he bragged about to his friends. The girl he could go to for help in classes.
You didn't mean to be pushing Luca away, but you were so stressed and didn't want to bring him into it.
I know I already said you weren't sick like an illness, but right now you felt gross. You were stuffy and coughing and had a pounding headache, but you had assignments due at 11:59 pm and they couldn't wait. It was 9:03 pm and it didn't look like you were gonna get any relief from class work for a while longer.
pulled the car off the road to the lookout. could've followed my fears all the way down.
You didn't even know you were crying until you saw tears fall onto your iPad screen, where you were currently writing notes for a quiz you had tomorrow. You felt completely helpless. You couldn't stop and let yourself wallow, because you had to get moving on your study guide.
You dropped your Apple Pencil and just buried your face in your hands, rubbing your eyes till you saw stars. Your pity party was interrupted by your phone ringing. Your phone was on your studying do not disturb so if someone's call was coming through it had to be Luca's.
You quickly tried to steady your breathing before swiping to answer the call.
"Hi?"
"Hey. So, what's with you totally skipping my game? You know that meant a lot to me."
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. How did you forget? You were the worst girlfriend ever.
"Oh my God, Luca. I'm so fucking sorry, it completely slipped my mind, oh my God, I didn't even know. I had a really long day, baby, I'm so sorry."
You were trying not to cry even more, you didn't want Luca to think you were a crybaby. Crybaby. That's what your parents called you whenever you got like this, too much for them to love.
and maybe i don't quite know what to say,
Luca just sighed, upset. He was upset with you, and you couldn't fix it. You could hear rustling on Luca's end, and another voice. All of a sudden you were seventeen getting a call from your nineteen-year-old boyfriend while he cheated on you, while another girl laid with him.
but i'm here in your doorway.
You didn't think Luca would do that to you, you really knew he wouldn't. But that one part of you was just screaming that you'd proven yourself unworthy to him, that he was done.
i just wanted you to know,
"I just, I don't even know anymore. You haven't consistently talked to me in weeks, every time we do speak you're in your head, and you keep pushing things off and forgetting. I just don't know what I'm doing wrong here."
Fuck, you couldn't stop the floodgates now. You quickly sniffed, holding the phone away from you so he wouldn't hear, soaking the cuff of your sweatshirt sleeve with tears before trying to respond.
"No, no Luc, you're not doing anything wrong. The last month has just been tough, I just don't know how to tell you. I'm trying Luca, I am, and I'm sorry. I know it doesn't fix anything and you still have every right to be angry with me, I understand why-"
this is me trying.
"Hey, it's whatever, just don't worry about it."
No. No this couldn't happen like this. He couldn't be checking out of your relationship right now. You needed him, even if you didn't know how to tell him. You accidentally let out a whimper when you tried to speak, before shakily breathing a deep breath and trying again.
"No, it isn't. I'm not being good to you. I just- Fuck Luca I'm sorry I didn't mean to forget, and I'm not meaning to be such a bad girlfriend I just, there's just,"
"Just what?"
"I don't know how to tell you! I don't want you to think differently about me Luc. You've never seen me like this."
Your trauma was truly shining through, you were terrified of Luca thinking you weren't smart.
"Are you like uninterested now? You could just tell me, not lead me on! Not just ghost me!"
"No Luca! I love you so much, I'm in love with you. I just-"
You cut yourself off, letting out a stressed sigh, rubbing your eyes when you felt the tears prick in them.
i just wanted you to know,
You didn't know what to say, it was so complicated. Every time you ever tried to talk about this with your family they shut you down, told you you were wrong for feeling like you did, and you didn't want Luca to think those things too.
"I just can't do this stuff anymore,"
"What?"
this is me trying.
"I'm just not smart anymore, and everything is so hard. And I don't know how to talk to you about it 'cause I don't want you to think I'm not smart, but I don't think I am anymore."
"Oh, baby."
Luca was stunned, his girl was going through something and he was upset with her over a hockey game. He thought you were beginning to distance yourself from him because you started to be uninterested in him. He never would've assumed you were doing it because you were scared to talk to him. He never would've assumed you were scared he would think less of you.
"Hey, it's okay. Everything's gonna be alright, okay? How about I come over? We can talk more about everything and I know I'm not the brightest guy when it comes to all of your stuff but I could try to help. That okay, pretty?"
"Yes. Please, Angel. Need you right now."
"Okay, give me a couple minutes, I'll be right there. I love you, okay?"
"I love you, Luc."
Luca let you hang up, taking a deep breath and sitting for a moment just to take in what had just happened. He had a bad feeling in his stomach now, knowing how you were hurting. He quickly recovered and got up, putting his shoes and a hat on backward before leaving his dorm.
He walked fast through campus to get to your dorm building, the cold motivating him further. When he got to your dorm building, he quickly went up the stairs, taking two at a time, and to your room. You were in a single this year, so he wasn't worried about a roommate being bothered by his presence. He knocked on the decorated door gently, bouncing on his feet waiting for you.
they told me all of my cages were mental, so i got wasted like all my potential.
Luca could've sworn he felt his heart break when he saw your face, the exhaustion mixed with sadness wearing you down. He didn't say anything before jumping to wrap his arms around you, just holding you for a minute. You clung to him so tightly, you'd missed him so badly while digging yourself into a hole of isolation.
"Hi sweet girl."
You could've started crying again. He held you gently but firmly, and it was all you ever needed. You felt yourself relax for the first time in two and a half weeks.
and my words shoot to kill when i'm mad. i have a lot of regrets about that.
"Hi Luc"
You sniffled, and Luca just melted. He pulled away from you just a little, pulling his arms away so he could cradle your faces in his palms. You brought your hands up to rest on his wrists, rubbing your thumbs back and forth.
"I missed you, pretty."
You missed him like a little kid. But it was your fault you were ever apart.
i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere.
"I missed you. 'M so sorry I isolated myself from you, I'm so fucking stressed right now. Everything is hard and it's scary 'cause it's never been hard like this for me, and I-"
fell behind all my classmates and i ended up here,
"I know baby. It is scary. College is just scary. And you are like the smartest girl I think ever so I know it's like even scarier for you when things don't make sense quickly, but it's gonna be okay. Because you have your amazing, talented, stud of a boyfriend to help you."
pouring out my heart to a stranger. but i didn't pour the whiskey.
You gave him a look, laughing for the first time in many days.
"He is pretty amazing, and talented, and hot, isn't he?"
i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying. i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.
He nodded reassuringly, before putting his hands on your hips and pushing you back into your room, closing your door behind him.
"Damn, you just got here."
"Shut the hell up."
You laughed as you climbed up onto your bed, pulling Luca up next to you after he took his shoes off.
at least i'm trying.
"So, about this class. What do we need to learn?"
You explained how tonight you only really needed to do two things, finish a paper that was 75% done, and do another assignment that if you could figure out how to understand the concept, would be done in no time. You both snuggled close together while looking at the paper, Luca helping you through sentences you got stuck on. You finished the paper quickly, then pulled up your notes for the concept of the other assignment.
and it's hard, to be at a party when i feel like an open wound. it's hard to be anywhere these days when all i want is you.
At one point Luca took your laptop to read through the notes so you just turned over and rested your head on his chest, before seeing his gorgeous hair covered by a stupid hat grabbing it off of him, and putting it on your bedside table.
"No hats in my room."
"What? Since when?"
"Since I want to see your pretty hair, not the maize and blue hat I see every other day."
Luca just laughed, shaking his head and running his non-scrolling hand down your back. Luca somehow understood the concept and reiterated it to you in a way that made everything click. He was your good luck charm, you knew it. Everything made sense with him.
you're a flashback, in a film reel, on the one screen in my town.
You made him lay on your chest with your laptop resting on his back while you completed the assignment. One hand was in his hair while the other was gliding across the keyboard. You finished it in 20 minutes. And your chest felt so much lighter after you hit the submit button.
You closed your laptop, sliding it onto the floor before putting both of your hands into Luca's hair.
"I knew you could do it, baby. You just needed someone to tell you that."
"I love you."
"I love you so much."
Luca's arms around your middle tightened, and he moved his head to look up at you.
"I know you feel like you have to be this perfect person, baby, but I need you to know you don't have to do that for anyone, especially me. Because you are everything, and I can't take care of you if you're scared to talk to me about how you're feeling. I know your parents and other people make you feel like if you don't do good at school they will love you less, but you need to know that you could flunk out of school, and you would still be the most important person to me, okay?"
i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying.
You were crying. You pulled him somehow closer and hugged him so tight, pulling away after over a minute to give him a good long kiss that expressed your gratitude. Because you were, so fucking grateful. This boy had seen all of it, and still chose you, and would continue to choose you until his last breath.
(and maybe i don't quite know what to say,)
"Thank you, Angel. You don't know how much hearing that means to me. I love you, so so much."
"You're everything. I see that you're trying, and that is always gonna be enough."
i just wanted you to know, that this is me trying. at least i'm trying.
#hugshughes folklore celebration#luca fantilli#this is me trying#folklore#taylor swift#luca fantilli x reader#adam fantilli x reader#mark estapa x reader#ethan edwards x reader#hockey#nhl#nhl fanfiction#nhl blurb#umich#umich x reader#umich smut#umich blurbs#umich fic#umich imagine#umich hockey#umich boys#umich wolverines#umich lb#folklore taylor swift#evermore#this is me trying taylor swift#Spotify#luca fantilli blurb#luca fantilli smut
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My two favorite teams playing against each other in the Frozen Four🧍🏻♀️
#grew up and BC fan but also been a UMich fan forever#should be interesting#umich hockey#bc hockey#umich lb#bc hockey lb
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In response to a student-led petition at the university of michigan to divest from israel and acknowledge genocide around the world, Hillel has started an organized and funded attempt to stifle it. Within days, Hillel at UMich raised over $46,000 dollars from 84 anonymous donors, making the average contribution over $550.
If this petition fails, a new one will come, then another, then another. They have money but we have time, and their money will run out before our time does.
#hi guys sorry i died i dont use this account very often#but shit has been heating up at my school and man.#free palestine#pro palestine#palestine#university of michigan#umich#umichigan#umich hockey#umich wolverines#umich boys#umich imagine#umich blurbs#umich smut#umich fic#umich x reader#umich lb#umich football#WHAT THE FUCK IS UMICH SMUT??????#anyways sorry im spamming all our school’s tags
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Chapter two— road trips and quiet mornings
Au Masterlist!!
“You are sure you packed everything?” Philippe asked rummaging through Florence’s diaper bag once again, his tone slightly panicked as he watch her begin packing her small duffle bag for her own clothes.
“Yes Phil, we have everything, you checked twice already” She stopped in her tracks to get him to look at her for a sec, her hands squeezing his shoulders as she looked at his worried face, “we are only going two hours away from town, for three days, I’ll be at the Hughes house, we will be safe and fine” she gently patted his shoulder as he nodded.
“Ethan, Mark, and I are going in one car, a safe car, and the others are taking Luke’s car” she reminded him, knowing that he trusted Mark’s driving enough for his daughter and best friend, “if we have any problems over the weekend I have your number, I will call, but I promise you we will be fine” she nodded slowly and pulled him into a hug as he hummed in agreement.
A knock on the door startled them out of their moment, “I'll go get that,” he said followed by a sigh as she squeezed him one more time, a smile danced on his lips as she ruffled his hair, pulling away from his touch
She grabbed his hand before he could fully walk away, his gaze directing from their interlocked fingers up to her face, “when you’re done can you grab Flo from her crib so I can change her and get ready to get this show on the road?” She batted her lashes as he rolled his eyes and nodded.
“You sound like a middle-aged man” He let go of her hand.
a wide grin grew on her lips as she ushered him out of her bedroom, “I’m your favourite daddy, don’t lie!”
Phil ran downstairs quickly, and the silhouette of a man could be seen behind the door, “hey man” Phil gave the guy a tight-lipped smile as he opened the door to Mark who nodded quietly at him.
“Is she ready to go?”
“Just give her a few minutes to change Flo and finish packing” Phil let the sophomore into the house, an awkward tension between the two as Mark nodded once again.
“No rush,” he said lowly as Phil made his way up the stairs to retrieve his daughter.
Florence whined as she leaned her forehead against her father's shoulder, tired tears rolling down her cheeks as Phil mumbled ‘sorrys’ to the little one, a sad smile on her face as she walked into her mom's room, “she was not happy getting up,” he said with a sad frown as he rocked her, his hand soothingly rubbing circles into her back.
“She can sleep in the car” She smiled softly as she reached out to take Flo from his hold, Philippe taking a step away from her and clutching baby closer to his chest.
“You can have her in a second, just let me hold her for a moment” he whispered into the crown of Florence's head, a grin on his face as he played with the short ginger curls growing on her head, placing one last kiss to her little nose before handing her over, “ okay you can have her now.”
She smiled and took Flo right out of his grasp, “You’re a big softy” she said tauntingly as he handed her a clean diaper and a fresh change of clothes for her to put on the baby.
“I am and I take pride in it” He grinned and took Flo’s bag down to the entranceway.
“Mark we need to chat,” Phil said as he got to the bottom step of the stairs, a stern look on his face as he placed the baby’s bag in marks hands.
“You’ve given me the long speech a handful of times now, while drive I must remember that I have precious cargo on board, I know Phil” He leant up against the dorm frame, “I'm not gonna let anything happen to either of them, you have my word” sincerity lacing his tone as he watched Phil’s expression soften.
“Good, that’s all I needed to hear”
Flo’s loud babbles could be heard as she and her mother walked down the stairs, small suitcase in hand and smiles on their faces as they saw Marl, “you guys ready?”
“We are!” She said with a smile turning to Phil one last time and handing over Flo, “Give your daughter a kiss goodbye” she said as he gratefully took her into his arms, his other arm wrapping around her a pulling her into a hug as he kissed Flo’s cheek.
“See you in a few days, tell Eddy I say hi,” he said pulling away from the woman and passing her baby back to her, a smile on his face as he looked to Mark and handed him the last suitcase.
“Yes sir” Mark smiled and nodded, as he opened the front door to go and put the bags in the trunk of his car, while the woman put Flo in her car seat.
“How was the departure from Mama Lapointe?” Ethan said looking at Phil who was watching the woman set up Flo’s car seat and secure her into the car safely.
She let out a huff as she finished buckling the baby in, “he was fine, he also says hello
Ethan’s face broke out into a smile as he turned to look into the backseat of the car, his hand over his heart as “awe he thinks of me”
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“Oh my babies,” Ellen said as she swung the front door open, the young adults not even on the front porch yet as she smiles all at them, Jim’s attempt to get her to stop smothering them died down as Dylan ran straight into her arms and hugged her.
Luke rolled his eyes and placed his bag on the ground as she pulled him to the next hug, swaying him back and forth, “Mom they’re not even your kids.”
“I feed them on holidays, they text me for advice, I've done their laundry, they’re honorary Hughes” She grinned as she made Mark her next victim, hugging him tightly after fixing the stray hairs that fell into his face.
“Suck it Hughesy,” Mark whispered over Ellen's shoulder as he tightly hugged her back, gaining laughter from everyone but Luke who rolled his eyes dramatically.
Ellen pulled the girl into a hug after she made her rounds with the boys a grin on her face as she looked down at the car seat with the sleeping baby, “Now pass me the baby before I crumble”
“She’s going through that phase of not being able to get a full nights sleep, so I apologize if she’s cranky” the woman bent down and unbuckled Florence from her car seat, a tiny yawn leaving her lips and she handed the half-asleep baby off to Ellen.
“God she looks just like you,” she said softly as Florence rested her chubby cheek against Ellen’s arm, her eyes shutting again as she got comfortable in Ellen's grasp, “why are the four of you still here, go away so she and I can catch up” Ellen looked up from the baby to the four boys who all softly smiled at the baby.
Luke was the first one to pull out of the daze and back into reality, “God you don't hold back Mom,” he said in a sour tone as he grabbed his bags and headed back into the house, the rest of the boys following behind him, laughing at Mark as he carried his own bags along with the girls, struggling as the rest of them watched his agony.
A small smile worked her way onto the girl's lips as she watched him struggle, asking him a handful of times if she could take at least one bag from him, but she was met with a hard no each time she asked.
Ellen looked at her son with knowing eyes, and then to Mark and the girl who was standing with flushed cheeks. Luke shrugged and turned his attention back to Mark who had now made it up the porch steps and into the front door.
“How’s being a mom?” Ellen said as they ventured to the empty living room.
The girl took a seat in one of the armchairs, as Ellen cooed again over the sleeping baby, “It’s everything I expected it to be, but it's so worth it,” she grinned as she looked at her sleeping daughter.
“I bet, the world's cutest baby and a billion babysitters” Ellen jokes as she nodded out to the backyard where the four boys stood with Jim, the barbecue going on as they joked around with one of another
“Phil doesn’t let them do much babysitting” she grinned now pointing at Ethan and Duker who were pushing each other around, a fake argument going on as Jim, Mark, and Luke watched them begin to wrestle, “he says that they barely know how to handle a puck, they aren’t allowed to handle his baby,” her fingers doing air quotes as her brows raised at the statement.
“Do you ever get tired of them using hockey analogies?” Ellen asked with a laugh, the face the young girl was making felt all too familiar, and watching as the young girl cringed.
“Yes! Literally every conversation that doesn’t have to do with hockey they bring it up metaphorically” she exclaimed, “and it's literally all of them, it's like an epidemic” She grinned, knowing that someone finally felt her pain.
The older woman nodded as she felt the small baby wiggle in her hold, her eyes finally open looking up at Ellen as she gave the woman a gummy smile, “So are you and Phil?”
“That’s never been a thing and is never gonna be a thing” the young girl cut her question short as she shook her head, “he wants it to be, but it's not mutual,” she said with a sigh.
The older woman nodded once again as she looked out the window at the boys, “I see, so Mark?”
“That’s also not a thing,” she said with a tight-lipped smile looking at an unconvinced Ellen, “
“But you have mutual feelings?” Ellen questioned with a smirk as the girl flushed red and shook her head, her eyes landing once again on the boy who sat outside, beer now in his hand as he joked around with Ethan, a smile dancing on his face as he caught her looking at him and gave her a little wave.
“Marks a really good friend.”
“Honey I hear it all from the boys,” Ellen shook her head with a dry laugh, she stood up to hand the baby back to her mom, “I know how he feels about you, and I can clearly see how you feel” Flo babbled as she tangled her little hand in her mother's hair.
“I don't know what they’ve been telling you but there’s nothing going on there, not now,” she took a moment to pause and fix Flo’s position in her arms “and probably not ever”
“You said probably.”
“Ellen I’m a walking complicated situation, I'm not going to pull him down with me,” she said with a sigh, clearly a little upset by the topic, Ellen nodded and patted the girl on the shoulder before heading into the kitchen to set the table for dinner.
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She’d spent the rest of the day in the garden with the boys, the four boys trading in their beers to watch Flo crawl around in the grass. Laughter chased her around as she’d crawl from boy to boy, each time she would successfully make it to one they’d lift her up and smother her with love and put her back in the grass.
This was one of those moments that made it all worth the effort, all the hard days, the tears, the nights where Phil would be on roadies leaving her and Steve to fend off the crying and the teething that Flo was going through.
Now she sat upright against her bed frame, having a baby gave her the perks of not having to share a room with any of the boys. A room she had presumed was Quinn’s judging by all of the photos of him and his friends that littered the walls.
Flo laid against her chest, nursing a bottle as she was lulled into comfort by the rise and fall of her mother's chest.
Dylan snuck into the room, a soft smile on his face as he knocked gently on the door, “want to watch a movie with us?”
“Depends on which one…”
“Wolf of Wall Street I think” he grinned, his cheeks turning a hue of pink, knowing that the girl was going to chirp them once again about this movie.
“The four of you really need to let that crush on Margot Robbie go” she mused as she handed him the empty bottle to put on the dresser and she put Flo over her shoulder to burp her.
“Never” he whispered as he grabbed a spit-up rag out of the diaper bag and passed it to her.
“So are you going to join us?” He asked once more while heading to the door.
The girl pretended to think for a second and then broke out into a smile, “yeah just let me get her settled in her crib,” she motioned to the baby who now was laying on her back on the bed, ready to get changed into a fresh onesie and get into bed.
“Sounds good,” he smiled back and walked out the door, freezing once he got out the door and turning around to the girls once more, “You want popcorn?”
“Yes please”
“Okay little Miss Flo let's call your daddy and then get you in bed” She smiled as she grabbed a fresh diaper and a new set of pyjamas, she dialled Phil's number and put it on speaker on the bed next to the baby.
It rand twice before he picked up, “Hey,” she said softly, “I'm just putting her down and thought you might wanna say goodnight,” she hit the face time button and waited as his face appeared on the screen.
A pout rested on his lips as she smiled at him, a grin on her lips as she showed him the little Michigan onesie that Ellen gifted her earlier in the day.
“You’re never allowed to leave me here with these three again, I’m miserable” he whined as he watched his daughter kicking her little feet at the sound of his voice, a squeal erupting from her as her mother picked her up and placed her in her lap so Flo could see her dad.
Flo’s lips wobbled as she tried to reach out for the phone, little fingers running over Phil's face as she cried, “I think she misses you just as much”
“Don’t say stuff like that, I will drive the two hours there just to tuck her in.”
“The two of you will survive the next two nights,” the woman smiled and brought the phone back down from her face so Flo could see him one last time, “now say goodnight, she’s getting fussy.”
“Night! Love you guys” He grinned as she brought the camera back up so he could see her face.
“We love you too, now have fun with the boys,” she said as she placed the phone back down on the bed to place Flo in her travel crib, and tucked her in with the stuffed animal that Mark had given her when she was first born.
She picked up the phone back up to show Florence tucked into bed, “I probably won’t, you two don't have too much fun without me”
“We definitely will” she said with a grin and hung up before he could reply, she leant over the edge of the crib and placed one last kiss on her daughter's temple before heading to the upstairs den where all of the boys sat in front of the tv, the movie started and paused as they awaited her arrival.
She walked into the living room and frowned as she looked around at the lack of seating for her, her face unamused as she watched the boys fight over who was holding their shared popcorn bowl, “move over” she said with her mom's voice, sternly pointing for Ethan to move over.
“Here there’s room next to me,” Mark said pushing up against the end of the couch to create more room for her.
He offered her some popcorn as she squeezed in between Luke and him, a smile on his face as she shared her blanket with him, “see look at how nice Mark is to me,” she grinned as she leaned up against him.
“That’s because he’s in love with you,” Dylan said in a sing-song voice, his eyebrows wiggling as his hands formed a Hearst shape.
“Shut up” She threw the throw pillow in between her and Luke at him, “What you're not going to deny it?” She looked up at Mark as he shrugged with a smug look on his face.
“Love is a strong word, but you know how I feel,” he said smoothly as he wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, behind her head and she rolled her eyes.
“You never give up, do you?”
The movie started shortly after that, all of the boys growing quiet as soon as Ethan pressed play. They occasionally chirped each other as that movie went on, but all went quiet when Margot Robbie was on the screen, it was almost pathetic how the boys gawked at her.
“Okay wait I kinda get the Margot Robbie hype” she mumbled up to Mark as the blonde on the screen shamelessly flirts with Leo’s character, Mark smiled as he looked at the woman under his arm, his brows raised as his gaze flickered between the woman on the screen and her suggestively.
“Don’t look at me like that you perv, she’s just pretty” she whispered and smacked him in the chest.
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The girl awoke abruptly as the person she was laying on top of coughed, her eyes shooting open to see Mark's face just inches from hers, an innocent look on his face as the arms that wrapped around her waist tightened.
She smiled for a second before it dawned on her, she struggled to get out of his hold, “don't,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with sleep as she groaned and grabbed his face to force him awake
“I have to get up, I need to get Flo” she said as his eyes slowly opened, registering the position they were in, the arms that were holding her down was now letting go of her to rub the sleep out of his eyes.
“Oh okay,” he said as she got up off of him, and start top as she left the living room in search of her daughter, hoping that she slept through the night and wasn’t in need of her.
“Oh, hey Ethan,” she said looking at the boy who was snuggled in her bed with Florence on his chest, “why are you in my bed”
“You looked too comfy to wake up, but I knew she was gonna need someone throughout the night” he smiled and patted the baby on the back as she babbled, teething rings in her hands as rested on Ethan.
“You left me out there,” she whisper-yelled at the boy, her cheeks red with embarrassment.
“You looked peaceful,” he shrugged, “and you were all snuggled up with Mark, didn’t want to ruin the moment” She flicked him in the middle of the forehead as she crossed her arms over her chest
“Give me my daughter, now,” she said and pointed for him to leave, the smirk on his lips never faltered, she was giving him just the reaction he wanted.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the couch” he taunted as he handed Florence over to her.
A shirtless mark walked into the room and motioned for the boy to quit torturing her, “Ethan quit bothering her”
“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice, she never understood how these boys just rid themselves of their shirts with no actual reason behind it, not that she was really complaining.
“You guys are no fun” Ethan threw his hands up as he headed to his and Mark’s room.
The girl stood in place for a second, her hand gently rubbing daughter's back as she waited for the flush on her cheeks to disappear. She let out a quiet sigh as she searched her daughter's suitcase for an outfit for the day.
Mark still stood in the doorway, her brows furrowed as she waited for him to leave, “Here you let me change her, and you can go make her a bottle” he said motioning for her to go, she stared at him for a sec before shaking her head and motioning for him to leave, “just let me help you” he said softly, waiting for her to either accept or get mad.
“I really don’t need it Mark” She sighed and stopped her actions to properly look at him, her gaze was met with a soft expression as he motioned for her to hand the baby clothes over.
“I know you don’t need it, but I'm offering,” he said, watching as she dug through her bag for her container of formula and a clean bottle, placing the clothes in the boy's hands as she headed to the kitchen, “see accepting help isn’t too hard” he called out as she walked down the hallway.
Mark finished changing her quickly, he now sat at the kitchen table, and Flo propped up on the edge of the table as he supported her up to make sure she didn’t fall. A smile on his face as he had a conversation with the baby, Flo giggled loudly as he squished her cheeks.
The woman turned around as she finished making her daughter's bottle, an unreadable expression sat on her face as she watched the boy whisper to the baby who was erupting in a fit of laughs.
“You like what you see?” Luke snuck up behind her watching as she watched Mark, his brows wiggling and his tone was laced with a taunting tone
“Luke please not right now,” she mumbled as she tested the temperature of the milk on her wrist and made her way over to her daughter
She softly smiled as she stood in front of the pair, Flo now rested against his chest her little fingers intertwined in his hair as he gently spoke to her, “do you want to feed her?” The woman asked, extending the bottle to the boy with a light smile, “she looks a little too comfy in your arms to move.”
“Like mother like daughter,” he said smugly making her face drop, Mark was notorious for ruining the moment.
“You disgust me,” she mused, and he laughed and took the bottle from her grasp.
Flo lay contently in his hold, spit running down her chin as she drank, “Can you hand me the spit-up rag?” He asked, looking up at the woman who seemed in a daze, she blinked hard and nodded her head.
“Here” she mumbled and passed him the cloth, returning back to watching him take care of her daughter, “thanks for your help,” she said just above a whisper as the rest of the boys migrated into the kitchen to make breakfast.
“No need to thank me,” he tapped her on the thigh and smiled as she smiled back.
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I didn't proof read this, so it there are mistakes I'm not that sorry <3
#mylittlestlovesau!!#mark estapa#mark estapa x reader#mark estate fic#dad!mark estapa#umich imagine#umich hockey#umich lb#umich sophmores#umich blurbs#luke hughes#ethan edwards#dylan duke#philippe lapointe
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UNIVERSITY OF MICHIGAN, YOU ARE GOING TO THE FROZEN FOUR!!!
LET’S GO BABY!!
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