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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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(day four) into the pile , zack macewen

note, this is part of my mini halloween series, so for the rest of the series, check out this masterlist. none of the fics in this series are connected, so they can be read as standalone. pair, zack macewen x reader summary, while cleaning up the front lawn, y/n decides to be a menace and jumps into the pile of freshly gathered leaves that zack had just raked up. warnings, none word count, 595 words

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You had a few days off, so you decided to fly home for a couple of days to help your parents with some tasks they couldn't complete anymore. Zack also had a few days off, so it was perfect.

"Here's the list of the things we need to be done." Your mother handed you a piece of paper at breakfast with all the tasks needed to be completed.

"All right." You read down the list and mentally ticked off the things you wanted to do and the things you could assign to Zack, aka all the more time-consuming tasks you really didn't want to do.

After breakfast, you and Zack both got to work on the tasks assigned. Zack started on the long list of backyard chores while you started on the long list of inside chores.

After finishing a couple of tasks, you looked out to the backyard, and you saw that Zack was still in the same spot he was when you started, yard duty.

You opened the back door and watched as he angrily pulled weeds, "What did the weeds ever do to you?" You joked. In response, he threw the weeds at you, but they flew away.

"I hate yard work." He complained.

"I know." You nodded.

"And right now, I'm hating you just a little." He narrowed his eyes at you.

"Oh, come on." You laughed, "It's not that bad."

"Yes, it is. I've been doing this for like, an hour and I'm not even halfway done. Why can't they just hire someone to do this for them? Better yet, I'll hire someone to do it for them."

"You know they don't like doing that." He groaned, falling backward onto the ground.

"You know what? I'll help you, and it'll get the job done faster."

"You hate yardwork more than I do." He pointed out.

"But the quicker we get this done, the quicker I'll get to go pick up the apple cinnamon donuts I ordered from the diner earlier today."

"Oh, you know the way to my heart." He hummed happily.

"I know, now get back to work." You laughed.

A couple hours later, the weeds were finally all picked up and tied up in garbage bags, and a couple more tasks were ticked off. The only thing left to do was rake the leaves.

You went in to get some mugs of warm apple cider, and when you came back outside, you saw the big pile of leaves he had just raked up.

You set the mugs down on the counter and ran out the back door, jumping right into the big pile of leaves in the middle of the yard. You flashed him a smile as he dropped the rake.

"Really?"

"Before you could answer, your dog ran out the backdoor you had just emerged from, and jumped into the pile with you, "You both really suck." He shook his head.

"Oh, come on, don't be such a sour puss." You rolled your eyes.

You watched him as he raised his hands in surrender and made his way back into the house. But before he walked up the first step, he whipped around and ran towards the pile.

He jumped in with you, landing not far from you and your dog, "Oh, look at that, Mr. No Fun has a fun side." You joked.

"Harhar, very funny." He rolled his eyes, "But, since you created the mess, it's your turn to pick it up." He reached down and handed you the rake he had previously been using.

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hockeyboysimagines · 1 year

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Saw that your taking requests, could you do something with 5 and 7 from the Smut prompts Zack MacEwen? Thanks, your writing is the best

He doesn’t get enough recognition on here. Thanks for this🤍

The worst possible thing a person can do is develop feelings for someone who doesn’t feel the same way.

Extra points if it’s a friend.

Well friend of a friend really.

You knew Zack enough to be obsessed with him, but not enough to be upfront about it. You’d met him through friends the previous summer, and while you’d hung around enough to know him if you randomly bumped into him some place, you wouldn’t say you were good friends or even friends at all.

So you were shocked when you felt a hand on the small of your back and you turned to see it was him. You stood for a few seconds openly staring at him before your brain slapped the rest of your senses so they started working again.

“Hi-uh hi.” You stammered, eyes drifting between his face and his muscular arm that was attached to the hand that rested just above your ass. You weren’t at a bar you even knew he frequented, so it was surprising not only to see him but for him to come over to you.

“I thought it was you. Are you here by yourself?”

“No I’m with friends from work.”

“Oh I see. I just figured I come and say hello.” He say on the stool and smiled “You look nice.”

You turned and looked over your shoulder “Me?”

He laughed and furrowed his brows “Yes you. Who else would I be talking to?”

“I didn’t even think you knew my name.”

He frowned as the bartender put a beer and a coaster in front of him “Why? We’re friends aren’t we?”

”I mean yeah I guess.”

“Friends know each others names right?”

“Yes….”

“See?” He motioned between the two of you “Friends.”

“Okay. Friends.” Your smile was soft but inside it was stretching so hard your face might crack apart. Your spirits soared, fireworks went off in your brain, and you wanted to jump on the bar and scream but instead you just stood there. You’d only just managed to make it to a”friends” status and you figured that might ruin it.

“So does my friend have time for a drink?” He nudged the barstool next to him, pushing it out with his foot so you could sit.

He ordered you a drink, and turned to look at you while you waited.

“So why would you ever think we weren’t friends?”

“Oh I don’t know.” You smiled and thanked the bartender before you continued “We just never really talked before is all.”

“We haven’t?”

“I mean like a few times, but not a lot. Not enough that I thought we were friends.”

“Guess we’ll have to change that then.”

And he did. You sat there talking for what seemed like years and the conversation never got old. The more you drank, the more you loosened up and the bolder you became.

“So Zack MacEwen.” You said turning to face him fully “What’s it like being a hockey phenom?”

He laughed and rubbed the scruff on his face “I don’t know if phenom is the right word, but it’s okay. Just another job you know. I didn’t know you watch hockey.”

“Of course I do. I’m Canadian aren’t I?”

“True. Who’s your team?”

“Whichever one your on.”

He paused and turned “Oh yeah?”

You nodded and stirred the ice in your drink, leaning forward so your hair spilled over your shoulder and down your arm.

“Why’s that?”

“I think you know.”

“I think so too. But it’ll sound better if you say it.”

“How about I show you why instead.”

You slid off your barstool, setting money down and jingling your keys at him. He too paid, and followed you out, some feet behind you as you made your way to your car, reaching it and turning to face him. He was half in shadow as he came to a stop in front of you. He glanced over each shoulder before he lunged.

Before you even registered what was happening he had snatched the keys from your hand and maneuvered you both into the back seat.

His hands were everywhere as he pulled you into a very heated kiss, lips moving heavily against yours. Your dress was ridden up as you threw one legs over his lap, and he let his fingers tangle in your hair, pulling it out of the ponytail it was in.

Normally you’d complain, but this was no time to argue with him about ruining your hair.

“Take this off.” You said hurriedly yanking at his shirt. As his hand made its way between your legs, you pulled yourself up, assuming he was going to do unspeakable things with his fingers but instead you were surprised by a loud ripping sound. He pulled your now ripped underwear out from under you and tossed them away.

“What the? Did you just rip my underwear off me?”

“Shh less talking more kissing.”

“Oh no.” You backed away from him as his mouth came instead to move across your neck and chest “You ruined my hair, now my underwear. What’s next?”

“i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup”

A shiver went from your neck to your lady parts as he unbuckled his jeans, and pushed them down. He pushed your dress up so he could see you fully and then watched, mesmerized as you sank down slowly on to him. You let out a gasp, eyes closing and head falling forward as you lifted yourself up and did it again, going deeper this time.

“Jesus fuck.” He breathed out, fingers dipping into the bones on your hip.

As you moved up and down slowly, he wound your hair around his hand, fisting it and tugging on it. The sensation of your hair being pulled on your head, and the stretching between your legs was overloading your senses as you moved slowly up and down. It felt so good, and you were sure you would never be able to have sex with anyone ever again after this. He’d ruined you for the rest of the male population. He moved his hips up to meet your own and as he did, a particularly loud gasp left your mouth. You clamped it shut, eyes closing when he did it again.

“Stop-I can’t I can’t be quiet-“

“Scream my name, show everyone who’s fucking you so good right now” he said lowly in your ear.

That was all it took.

As he picked up the pace, and more gasp’s left your lips, the windows fogged, you started screaming and you experienced the most intense orgasm you’d ever had.

You fell forward, head resting on his shoulder, as you tried to steady your breathing. After a few moments, you peered up at him to find him smiling at the ceiling.

“What?” You asked.

His eyes slid closed, still smiling “Friendship is a beautiful thing.”

“I’m so glad we’re friends.”

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thatsnotbuddies · 1 year

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flyguys 22-23

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joelsfarabee · 2 years

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i am completely normal about this 🥵

#zack macewen #philadelphia flyers #flyers #wade & sanny looking SOO good #flyers lb

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grittystitties · 7 months

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I weep over zack mac against the orange and black like I actually am emotional

#flyers lb #zack macewen

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st-louis · 1 year

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not to encourage this but lmao

#zack macewen #wade allison #nicolas deslauriers #flyers #flyers lb #this is my favorite genre of flyers pics #flyers in the box

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morgansyorkie · 1 year

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Rocking the Coops in our return to Broad Street. 🎸🤘// x

#zack macewen #big mac #carter hart #hartsy #cahtah haht #joel farabee #beezer #young beezy #travis sanheim #sanny #philadelphia flyers #flyers hockey #flyers lb #flyers 22/23 #nhl #hockey

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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fight, fight, fight , zack macewen

note, this was inspired after reading some post about how syd was nervous after watching marty fight chara. i get inspo from the weirdest things, but i had to look up who fought him in the past and i went with zack so yay! this is dedicated to @iwantahockeyhimbo cause we are both zack lovers. pair, zack macewen x reader summary, zack macewen, 6'3, gets into a fight with 6'9 giant, zdeno chara. warnings, fighting, word count, 744 words (something short and funny)

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You were having quite a good time, but that all quickly came tumbling down after Zack went after Mayfield. Going after Mayfield wasn't the problem, but the aftermath of the hit was the problem.

To be fair, he didn't start the fight, Chara did, but that didn't ease anything, "Holy crap." You watched in horror as everyone around you rose to their feet and cheered.

Someone put a comforting hand on your back, but it did nothing to soothe the panic you were feeling, "You idiot." You muttered, getting a couple laughs from the girls.

They punched at each other, and Zack managed to get a few good hits in before his helmet was thrown off. A couple more punches were thrown by Chara and Zack was on his knees, jersey was on the verge of coming off, and that's when the refs stepped in.

You sat down in your chair, mouth hanging open in shock as he was pushed off to the penalty box, but not before Chara made sure he was okay.

"You okay?" One of the girls asked with a laugh.

"He's the biggest idiot I've ever met in my life." 11 minutes later after the period was over and you knew Zack was in the locker room, you grabbed your phone and immediately called Zack.

"Hello?"

"You're the biggest idiot in the entire world." He laughed, "I don't know why you're laughing."

"It's funny, come on. I'm fine, he's fine, Mayfield's fine, we're all good." He tried to reassure.

"I'm hanging up now 'cause I'm mad at you."

"Well, you are the one who called."

"I hate you." You stated, then hung up.

"So, Zack, what was the consensus on the fight?" One of the interviewers asked.

Zack laughed, "Well, after the game, my girlfriend called."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah, she's here, so she saw everything in person, but she called me after the game and kinda chewed me out."

"I take it she's not keen on you fighting?"

"Oh, no, quite the opposite. She's the first person to cheer me on, but I think the part that really got her was the 6'9 part of it all." He joked, "I'll be in the doghouse for a bit, but it's all in good fun."

After media, he packed up all his stuff and got ready to head out. He saw you waiting by his car in the parking lot. You looked up at him from your phone and glared at him.

"Oh, come on." He laughed.

"Stop laughing. Nothing about this is funny." You punched his shoulder.

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A few days later, you were on Gretchen Geraghty's, a YouTuber and one of the guys' girlfriend, podcast just to talk and have fun, "So, I've gotten some DM's after people found out you'd be on this week's episode..."

"Oh, boy..." You laughed.

"And I'm guessing my your reaction you know exactly where this is going?" She laughed.

"Is it about Zack?"

"It is about Zack?" She nodded, "For those who don't know o don't follow hockey, Zack plays hockey with Max for the Flyers, and a few days ago, Zack got into a fight with another player, and that player is like a giant."

"Oh, yeah. He's like almost 7 feet tall, and I'm not exaggerating."

"What was the consensus after the fight?"

"I got a lot of DMs from fans, and Zack got a lot from fans. Sydney Martin, Matt Martin's wife, another hockey player, tweeted about it. I woke up the next morning and was tagged in so many posts and my friends and family was just sending me memes. It was pretty great."

"I watched his post-game interview where he said you actually root for him when he fights."

"I usually do, because hockey is a sport where fighting is encouraged. And I'm obviously very nervous when he does fight, but I do root for him. This time was a little different because he was fighting a literal giant."

"Any injuries?"

"Got a bit of bruise forming." You laughed, "Nothing too serious. I made him see a doctor the day after."

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hockeyboysimagines · 1 year

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zack macewan yes please. law abiding team medic watching zack get in fights just so he can be near them. zack who isn’t good with his words but is at least past the pulling pigtails phase, staring them down as they stitch a cut on his chin. accidentally playing hero on a bad date leads to getting drunk on the other’s couch. “i guess i owe you one”. tight glances and loose smiles. emergency dates to events and DDs at the bar. the shift from being tongue tied to speechless. that line between denial and desperation. or something like that.

Love this. Sorry it’s taken so long to answer it, but here it is.

“Am I making you nervous?”

Blood pooled in your cheeks but you shook your head defiantly as you leaned forward, placing the needle next to the cut on his eyebrow. His eyes burned into yours and you took a deep breath as you penetrated the skin with the needle and stitch.

He didn’t even flinch, too occupied with the close proximity of you, and the muffled roar of the arena beyond the doors of the medical room.

“Doing okay?” You asked airily, trying to focus on the stitches you were doing, but being this close to him was intoxicating and making you lightheaded.

“Just fine.” He said softly, one hand reaching forward to rest on your hip.

“Zack…”

“Hmmmm?” He asked, his thumb finding the hem of your shirt and just barely pushing it up to graze your skin.

Zack MacEwen was nothing but trouble and yet here you were, having eye sex with him, risking your job but you just couldn’t stop.

It had started months prior. You were close with a lot of the guys, constantly being chirped by the young ones and being parented by the Veterans. But Zack was different.

You’d been unnerved by him the minute he’d entered Wells Fargo, and he’d only made you more and more nervous since then.

In an effort to spare yourself the risk of losing your job, you stayed away from him like the plague, but there was only so much you could do to put space between you and him.

As a team doctor your job required you to get personal sometimes, and someone like Zack was always in need of ice or stitches.

Your first encounter was one that you’d like to forget, strictly due to the embarrassment you felt when you saw him at practice on Monday. A guy you’d been seeing casually turned out to be the ultimate douche bag, picking a fight with you for no reason while out for drinks one night. Where Zack came from you still had no idea, but like a white knight in the shiniest armor he came to your rescue, shoving the guy off the curb and into the street. You’d been equal parts relieved and embarrassed and when he’d offered to take you home you accepted. After an awkward “thanks” you’d invited him inside, where you got to see a glimpse of the real Zack.

And you liked him a lot.

He made you feel better, and by the time 10 pm rolled around you’d forgotten all about what’s his face, and you were drowning in thick sexual tension that had filled the room.

“Your taste in guys is as bad as your taste in beer.” He said setting the bottle down and making a face.

“You don’t know anything about my taste in guys-“

“Please.” He rolled his eyes “I know all I need to after that little exchange with your boyfriend at the bar.”

“He’s not my boyfriend, and it’s none of your business.”

“Whatever you say.” He smiled a little “So no boyfriend then?”

“Nope. Not for years.”

“Why?”

“Why do you care?”

“I think you know why I care.”

After that night he got bolder. An accidental brush here, a small lingering touch here. You could feel his eyes on you constantly, and often performed most of your duties with shaky hands and anxiety. You did your best to keep a distance, but it wasn’t practical to think you could avoid him all together. By the end of each day you were exhausted, falling into bed with a sigh, mind always on Zack. You liked him way more than was appropriate at work. It was, in fact, strictly forbidden to have any type of extra curricular activities with players, and the result of having one would be immediate termination and a giant black spot on everything you’d worked to achieve. While it was a giant blaring, blinking red flag reason you should keep away from Zack, the thought of him being “off limits” was kind of hot.

Which is how you ended up sitting between him and Travis at the yearly gala. How you ended up sitting at that particular table you had no clue, but it almost felt like the universe didn’t care that you could lose your job. Zack didn’t seem to either, because his hand had slowly found it’s way to your knee, and had traveled upwards to your thigh, his rough fingers brushing your skin. Your cheeks were burning, both from his touch and the obnoxious amount of wine you drank to keep your nerves at bay.

“I’m going to the bathroom.” You announced, his hand falling from your thigh.

“No one cares.” Travis said cheekily.

“Watch it. I’ll remember that next time you need stitches.”

Travis waved you off and went back to his conversation with Nick as you stood, and walked slowly from the table on wobbly legs.

What the hell did he think he was doing?????

Talk about a risk.

Feeling you up in a room full of teammates, coaches, and important ass people who were responsible for both your job and his.

How many concussions had this guy had? Sheesh.

The women’s bathroom was equal parts cool, quiet, and free from testosterone all of which were appreciated.

You touched the cold sink and then pressed it to your cheeks and forehead in an effort to cool off.

You had just regained your composure when the bathroom door opened. You didn’t turn right away, figuring it was just someone’s wife or girlfriend but when you didn’t hear the click of high heels, you glanced up in the mirror.

Zack was leaned against the wall, hands in his pockets.

There was something almost predatory about the way he was looking you up and down, and it was enough to send a jolt straight to your lady parts.

“This is a women’s bathroom.” You finally said, tongue feeling thick inside your mouth. Your throat felt dry, but seeing him in that black suit had you almost salivating.

“I really don’t give a fuck about the sign on the outside of the bathroom.” He said eyes still on yours as he pushed off the wall and leaned over to click the lock shut on the door. He took a few steps forward and you took a few back until you bumped against the sink, and had essentially backed yourself into a corner.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a small voice as he came to a stop in front of you. He was so close, you were able to count every eyelash, and his cologne was making you dizzy as he reached one large hand forward and slid it across your shoulders to grip the back of your neck.

“This.” He leaned down, lips pushing up hard against your own, almost in desperation that ended months of sexual tension. One of your biggest fears was that taking that step with him might make the allure of it all fade.

Like maybe kissing Zack wasn’t the best thing in the world and maybe you didn’t really like him you just liked the idea of him.

But it didn’t.

In fact if anything, making out with him in the women’s bathroom made you like him even more. His hands were up under your dress, and your lipstick was surely gone by now, and if someone managed to get in the bathroom you would be fired publicly, but none of those things could make you stop.

“Wait wait.” You said breathlessly after several minutes, pulling away. Both of you were red faced and keyed up, as you shimmied your dress back down your legs gasping for air.

“Not here. Not in a bathroom. I want to-but not here.”

“Okay. Meet me out front in 10-“

“Are you crazy? We can’t leave.”

“We can and we are. Unless you think you can sit next to me at that stupid table for the next 3 hours.”

You but your lip “Okay fine. I’ll leave first, you leave after me.”

And that’s how it started. It was risky, and stupid but also totally hot. Late night meetups, secret touches, passing glances. He had asked you once upon a time if he made you nervous, and you had said no. It was a lie of course, but you were a basket case now compared to then. The amount of paranoia you felt walking in every day, like it would be the day you were pulled into Fletcher’s office and berated and let go. You could feel his eyes on you every time moved. You’d never had a good poker face, but you made some effort to behave normally around him. He however spent most of his time staring at you, and you were sure others had noticed it.

As the season wore on, and the days wound down till he was set to return home, and you would be staying in Philly, you were lying in his bed rubbing his shoulders when he asked you a question.

“Do you wanna meet my mom this summer?”

You stopped rubbing and he looked up at you “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Don’t you think that would raise a few questions? The very thing we’re trying to avoid.”

“So what we’re just going to sneak around forever?”

“Well no, but-“

“So then what? I mean you and I both know there’s only one real way this pans out.”

You nodded sadly “Either you go or I go.”

“So then why don’t we just enjoy things while we can. I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

You were quiet a second before you smiled at him “Okay. Okay, I’ll meet your mom this summer.”

“There’s my girl.” He said leaning forward to kiss you. You weren’t sure how long you’d have with him, but none of that mattered. All that mattered was that he was here with you now.

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