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masterlist!

mackie samoskevich

reunion

dylan duke

hughes!sister x dylan duke

will smith

afterglow

fics & blurbs

reunion - mackie samoskevich

afterglow - will smith

insta edits

hughes!sister x dylan duke

au’s

mastermind!au (gabe perreault)

[crow-talks-hockey]

(like a feral dog) LANDY STAYING LANDY STAYING LANDY STAYING LANDY STAYING LANDY STAYI- *everyone collectively falls to their knees in victory and relief*

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mastermind!au

may 7

pretend i posted this on his bday fr.

cameronmakar

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cameronmakar happy birthday to my person. i hope you have the best day (but i am stull sad you didn’t open your gift on ft like you PROMISED). i love you bubs <3

gabeperreault thank you baby

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gabeperreault i love you

ryanleonard down bad man.

liked by author.

aramminnetian you guys lowk make me sick

taylormakar i feel seen

gabeperreault did you have to do this on my bday

willsmith is gabeo finally in the doghouse

cameronmakar yea.

valrichards CLOCKED

gabeperreault today is the last day you all should be dragging me online like this.

[georgievs]

THE COLORADO AVALANCHE ARE MOVING ON TO ROUND TWO

[talahui]

missing them

[crow-talks-hockey]

so with the winnipeg/avs series being completely set... i would like you all to join me in becoming very very evil this series. screw that whole home ice thing we didn't need it anyway. lets extend that bitch to seven games just to toy with them. lets give them hope, make them think we're fumbling. lead them to believe the team we are is the way we played on saturday. dare their assumptions. then, snatch them and their joy out of their hands and watch them all burn. let jo drouin score a playoff hatty. let cale absolutely body a guy. georgie can get a little knife installed into the knob of his goalie stick. nate could get a little feisty and fight a bitch. hell, maybe landy just sits on the bench and death stares connor hellebuyk the entire series until he gives up out of fear. who knows. i just want evil. i want vengeance. i want bloody glory. it's the least the avs can do for us, really

[nylqnder]

into you | ryan leonard

word count: 1.43k

summary: all you want to know is if ryan's into you.

warnings: drinking, cursing, touching? nothing explicit though, kissing

notes: based on 'into you' by ariana grande. okay so i wrote this mostly in a single evening and it seemed to get me out of a writing slump so i hope you guys enjoy!

I'm so into you, I can barely breathe And all I wanna do is to fall in deep But close ain't close enough 'til we cross the line, So name a game to play, and I'll roll the dice.

You adjusted the bottom of your dress, pulling it down a little more so that you didn’t accidentally expose yourself. You step into the bustling environment, scanning the room for your friends. You come up empty, only spotting two different couples dry-humping each other and a very intense game of pong happening in the middle of the room. You’d rather be anywhere but here right now if not for the fact that Ryan specifically asked you to come. And it’s hard to say no to Ryan…

“Oh, there’s a party at Michaels frat tonight. Come with?” Ryan asked, throwing an arm around the back of your chair.

“Gross, I hate frats.” You groan.

“Yeah but you like to party with me so…” Ryan says, giving you a cheeky grin.

God, it was hard to say no to Ryan. His boyish grin and the twinkle in his eyes that accompanied it had you weak in the knees. When his eyes lock with yours, you feel your breath leave your lungs. His presence alone had the power to render you speechless. You’re so into him to the point it almost hurts. A sweet dull ache.

“Fine.” You cave. Ryan responds by leaning over to you and pressing a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

An arm snakes around your waist, pulling you out of your brief daydream and into a strong frame. “Hi.” He says softly into your ear.

You instantly recognize the voice as Ryan’s, stopping you from elbowing what you thought was a handsy frat brother in the stomach. When you turn to face him, Ryan nearly groans out loud when he sees your outfit. Your legs looked endless in your black mini-skirt, and Ryan knew he’d have to force himself to keep his eyes off your chest behind a tight black t-shirt. God, you looked good. So good. Your cheeks burn as his eyes trace your figure.

“You look great.” Ryan says, a lazy grin on his lips.

You fight off a wide grin that threatens your own. “Thank you.”

You consistently found yourselves close to crossing the line, teetering on the edge of friendship. But never had either of you worked up the courage to cross said line. Your connection was a dance, a delicate balance of shared jokes, shared moments, and the lingering touches that left them both wondering. You yearned to cross the line, waiting for the moment that Ryan would make a move.

Oh, baby, look what you started, the temperature's rising in here Is this gonna happen? Been waiting and waiting for you to make a move Before I make a move.

“C’mon, the boys are back here.” Ryan says, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards the back of the house.

You arrive in a living area, spotting Ryan’s teammates scattered on two couches. The pair of you sit down in empty spots, squeezing next to each other so that your legs are pressed up against one another.

Ryan seamlessly joined the boys’ conversation as they discussed hockey. You found yourself half listening in on their argument, which consisted of whether or not the President's Trophy curse is real. Mid-sentence, Ryan’s hand finds its way onto your knee, sending a jolt of electricity down your spine. Your heart raced as you glanced down at his calloused fingers resting lightly on your skin, the contrast between their rough texture and the softness of your knee sending a shiver down your spine. Despite the ongoing conversation around you, your mind was solely focused on the physical contact. He began to trace gentle, rhythmic circles on the inside of your knee, your mind turning to mush. His hand lingered there for a moment before his touch ventured higher. With each inch slowly gained, your mind raced with questions, a manic but silent dialogue echoing in your thoughts.

Was this the moment you had been waiting for? Was this the culmination of all the unspoken pining the pair of you had shamelessly done? Or was this just a continuation of the dance the two of you had been doing?

Every fiber of your being yearned for clarity, for resolution, for an end to the game of push and pull that had consumed your relationship. You wanted nothing more than to be done with the tiptoeing and the skirting around the edges of what could be.

So, baby, come light me up, and, baby, I'll let you on it A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that's how I want it A little less conversation and a little more touch my body 'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you.

Ryan’s hand squeezing your knee pulls you out of your thoughts, and back to the present moment. Your eyes flicked to his face, meeting his expecting gaze.

“Did I miss something?” You ask, your voice tinged with embarrassment. “I kind of spaced out for a second.”

Ryan’s chuckle washes over you, his boyish smile appearing on his lips and melting away the lingering unease. “It’s okay,” Ryan reassures you. “I just asked if you wanted something to drink.”

“Oh, sorry,” You reply, a blush creeping on your cheeks. “Uh, sure. I’ll come with you though.”

Standing up, Ryan extends a hand, helping you up from the couch. He tells his friends the two of you will be right back, leading you to the kitchen with a delicate hand on your back. His hand sits dangerously low on your back, his touch sending a shiver down your spine despite the oppressive heat in the house due to the amount of people.

Stepping into the kitchen, you find yourself alone with Ryan for the first time this evening. The atmosphere shifts, the ambient noise of the party fading into the background.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, motioning to the supply of alcohol on the counter.

“Are you playing bartender?” You ask, teasingly.

“Yeah, sit back. I’m great at this.” He says, supplying a wink. You chuckle softly, hopping up onto the counter.

“Alright, since you’re so great at this… I’ll let you pick my drink.” You say.

You watch as Ryan grabs two cups, pouring tequila and orange juice into both of them, before handing you one of them. “That’s it?” You ask.

“Babe, it’s a frat house, what did you expect a frozen margarita?” Ryan teases, slotting himself between your legs. The use of a pet name as well as the feeling of his hand back on your knee make your heart skip a beat.

You fall into conversation, telling each other random stories from throughout the week. You find yourselves talking seamlessly, punctuated by shared laughter. With each refill of your drink, you feel the inhibition that had been weighing on you slip away and be replaced by liquid courage.

Emboldened by the alcohol, you reach out, running a hand through Ryan’s dark locks. The conversation comes to a standstill as he eyes your face, locking in on the playful grin on your lips.

“Why haven’t you made a move?” You ask. Your words hang in the air between you two like a dare.

It isn’t until Ryan suddenly straightens up and your hand falls from his hair, that you realize how close he’d gotten. His brow furrows, Ryan’s expression briefly clouding with uncertainty. He stays silent so you continue, wanting answers.

“I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to make a move.” You say, a little chuckle slipping off your tongue. “And I can’t wait anymore. I need to know. I need to know if you’re into me.”

Without a word, he closes the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in a kiss. His mouth is warm, lips firm as they kiss yours. You don’t hesitate to melt into him, tasting the tequila and orange juice on his lips. His hands land on your thighs, gripping them tightly. A soft whimper leaves your lips when his tongue brushes against your bottom lip, and then slides inside your mouth.

For a heartbeat, everything else ceases to exist and it’s just you and Ryan stranded in a moment in time. Every sense of yours feels heightened. The heat of his body pressing against yours, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in your ears.

The kiss finally breaks, the both of you out of breath from the shared moment of passion. Ryan’s soft eyes stay locked on yours as he brings a hand up to your face, cupping your cheek.

“I’m so fucking into you.” He says softly.

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afterglow

will smith x reader

warnings: angsty, some cursing

i blew things out of proportion, now you’re blue

you sat on your bed, criss-crossed, unsure of what to do. your boyfriend had just lost one of the biggest games of his career, and the two of you had barely talked since. you twisted the drawstrings of your — his — hoodie, thinking back to almost two hours ago.

the timer counted down, and the buzzer rang throughout the arena. denver was the frozen four champion. you pursed your lips and you felt your eyes sting as your eyes locked in on your boyfriend, who looked absolutely defeated.

“he did good,” you heard his sister say next to you.

you could tell she sounded upset too, but you didn’t say anything. you just nodded your head, watching as will looked up, directly at you and his family, watching him. watching him lose. he hated it.

you blinked and looked down, not able to bear the look on his face anymore.

eventually, the team began to file out of the locker room; it was silent. no one dared to say the wrong thing to the boys.

you watched in silence as will and his family hugged it out. his mom said a few words to him, where he nodded and smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. then, he turned to you.

you tried to smile as he walked over to you slowly, but your heart hurt for him.

“hi, baby,” you said softly. you opened your arms for him, and he fell into them. he shoved his face into the crook of your neck.

your eyes tightened closed as you felt his tears against your neck.

“i know baby, i know,” you said quietly, rubbing his back, trying to comfort him.

will shook his head. “you don’t know,” he said quietly, his eyes filled with mostly sadness, but a hint of anger. “you don’t know what it’s like to work all the way up to this moment, but crumble at the worst possible time.”

your heart dropped. “that’s not what i’m saying.”

“well, what are you saying then?” will snapped. he didn’t mean to. he wasn’t sure why he was getting angry with you, but he was.

“will, don’t do this,” you begged quietly. “i know you’re upset right now. and i’m really sorry. i wish things had turned out differently, but please don’t do this.”

will caught his teammates in the corner of his eye, watching him cautiously; he could feel his family watching him too, waiting for him to say the right thing.

“you don’t know what it’s like to be in this position,” he said, his voice cracking. “don’t pretend like you do.”

“will,” you tried, your eyes welling up with tears, but he just shook his head.

“i have to get on the bus,” he said loud enough for his family to hear, not leaving another moment for objection before he took off.

“c’mon honey,” will’s mom wrapped her arm around your shoulder, leading you the other way. “what he said wasn’t right, but just give him some time, he’ll come around.”

you nodded and wiped the streaming tears off your cheeks, allowing her to lead you and her family outside.

why’d i have to break what i love so much? it’s on your face, and i’m to blame

will wanted to scream. that’s all he wanted to do; scream until he lost his voice. not only did he lose the championship game, but he felt like he lost you in the process. not that he could blame you.

he had already received a particularly mean text from his sister with how he handled his interaction with you, but she then followed it with a much nicer one regarding him and the game.

after recounting his problem with gabe, he looked over at his best friend, awaiting advice.

“you’re kind of a dick,” gabe said, his voice gravelly. he hadn’t done much talking since the final buzzer. “i don’t know, man. this isn’t really my area of expertise.”

will rolled his eyes, and laid flat on his bed. “i so fucked up.”

he swallowed the lump in the back of his throat when his best friend hummed in agreement. he didn’t know what he would do if he lost you too.

“just talk to her,” gabe suggested. “you guys have fought before. you talk then you make up. easy.”

will wanted to argue, because you’ve never fought like this. he felt sick with the way he talked to you earlier, the look on your face when those words came out of his mouth. but he knew arguing with gabe wouldn’t get him anywhere.

instead, he nodded and got out of the bed and got his shoes on and rushed out of the room and to the next floor, where your room was.



your head shot up when you heard three loud knocks on the door. you sniffled one more time and wiped under your eyes, hoping it doesn’t look like you’ve been crying for two hours straight and got up to answer the door.

you swallowed the lump in the back of your throat seeing your boyfriend. you raised your eyebrows up at him, waiting for him to talk.

“hey,” he whispered. he was sure he heard his heart shatter when he saw the dried tears on your face and your red, knowing he’s the one to blame. “can i come in?” he asked gently. “i think we should talk.”

you licked your lips and nodded, stepping aside for him to walk in.

i’m the one who burned us down, but it’s not what i meant

will took a deep breath and watched as she closed the door and went right back to where she was sitting on the bed.

“i’m sorry,” he started. “i am so fucking sorry,” his voice is coarse. “what i said back there wasn’t fair to you at all. i was so caught up in the loss and i let my emotions get the best of me.”

“will you’ve lost games before,” you shook your head. “i understand that this is a much bigger game than those, but you’ve never said that before. how is this any different?”

“it’s not,” he said quickly. “and losing it wasn’t an excuse, i know that, okay?” will sat across from her on the bed, taking her hands in his. he rubbed circles on the backs with his thumbs subconsciously. “it’s definitely not an excuse. you didn’t deserve that from me, at all. you only wanted to help me feel better, but all i could feel was embarrassment; i didn’t want you to think lesser of me because i couldn’t win tonight.”

you tilted your head to the side. “you thought that?”

will scoffed and nodded. “it’s stupid, i know,” he sighed. “seeing you crying in the stands for me, because of me, it did something to me, i don’t know. but i didn’t like that you were crying because of me.”

“i’m sorry you felt that way, bubba,” you said softly. “i could never feel that way about you. i am so proud of you. you’ve gotta know that,” you said, tears forming in your eyes. “i would never think lesser of you because of this. denver had the upper hand tonight, it’s unfortunate, but true. but that fact doesn’t make me think that you’re lesser than those guys. you have come so far this year, and i am so insanely proud of you for it. i came out here for you and i don’t regret it at all,” you stopped talking and took a deep breath. “i love you, will.”

“i love you,” will smiled, ignoring the salty taste his tears left in his mouth. “and i’m so grateful that you came all the way out here to support me,” his eyes darted down at their hands for a moment before he resumed eye contact. “i’m so sorry. i said things i shouldn’t have ever said, things i didn’t mean. i never want to do that to you again.”

“you better not do that to me again,” you said quietly, laughing lightly through your tears.

tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine even when i lose my mind

“i won’t,” he agreed. “i swear i won’t, baby.”

your smile slowly wiped from your face as you studied his expression. you couldn’t really tell what he was feeling, but whatever it was, you knew it was intense.

“are we okay?” he asked quietly. “are we gonna be okay?”

“we’re okay,” you nodded. you let go of his hand and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. “we’re okay, baby,” you whispered as he held you tighter.

“sorry that i hurt you,” he whispered, pulling away from the hug.

“no more apologizing, okay?” you asked, leaning your forehead against his. “we go forward from here, yeah?”

“yeah,” will agreed, placing his hand on your cheek, pulling you closer to him so your lips could connect for the first time that night.

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avs and bc lost today i have reached my limit

[someofitwastrue]

the genuine anguish & grief i experience every time i think about erik johnson for more than 2 seconds :3

[avalanchesumich]

what the hell happened in ny oh my god

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avs going to the playoffs 🥹🥹

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rip nate’s point streak you will be missed 😔😔

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cam gave gabe lots of kisses tn

and then some.

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cam brought her parents to the bc umass game today

[peachhcs]

trust fall

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

samy does a small tiktok prank with will while they’re running errands (based off of this tiktok)

words: 1.1k

i saw this tiktok the other day & was inspired to write a little blurb about it. hopefully more posts soon because my spring break is coming up! :) lowkey a blurb lowkey not lol

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samy thought her idea was brilliant. she'd been on a tiktok kick lately and the video she stumbled across was a perfect one to test on will as they ran some errands today. when he wasn't looking the girl set her phone up to start recording and catching her while she did surprise trust falls. copying the couple in the video, samy started by making sure will was looking at her and falling backwards. the couple stood in the bread aisle and of course, the blonde didn't understand what she was doing, so samy had to catch herself—a small giggle escaping her lips.

"what are you doing?" will chuckled too, some confusion on his features.

"nothing," samy shrugged, not wanting him to know she was doing it for a tiktok. her boyfriend eyed her suspiciously before going back to what he was doing.

about five minutes later, samy set her phone up again, pretending to look at spices. she glanced over her shoulder, making sure she'd be in will's eye line before positioning herself for another trust fall. the boy saw her body going backwards from the corner of his eye, instinct taking over as he quickly reached out to grab her before she hit the ground.

samy laughed as will got her back upright, confusion still on his features. "jesus, what was that?" the boy wondered.

"catching me means you love me," samy teased. will playfully rolled his eyes, returning his attention back to whatever he was doing beforehand.

the brunette waited until they were in another aisle to do another trust fall. she made sure will didn't see her set up her camera, but two seconds later, his phone buzzed. the girl could hear faint sounds of ryan's voice on the other end as will began listing him off the different kinds of ranches. for a moment, samy debated on waiting until will wasn't on the phone, but she also didn't care and wanted to test her boyfriend's strength and multitasking skills.

she waited until he began walking in her direction and let herself fall backwards. will's footsteps sped up and his one arm had a tight hold on samy's waist a second later, hardly breaking the conversation with ryan, "classy ranch or just the regular one?"

samy giggled as will met her gaze briefly, trying to act annoyed but failing miserably as a playful expression replaced his attempt to be annoyed.

her next one didn't happen until they were in the parking lot after loading the groceries into will's car. she sneakily set up her phone when he was putting the cart away, giggling to herself and watching as will walked back over to her.

"ready?" he wondered, kissing her cheek and opening up her door for her.

samy stood still for a moment, making no moves to get in. will's confusion returned until samy began slowly falling backwards. the boy grabbed ahold of her waist, pushing her back upright again.

"come on, get in," will said playfully, watching as the brunette spun around to grab her phone.

"how many times are you gonna keep making me catch you?" he raised his eyebrow. like always, will reached over to buckle samy's seatbelt. she flushed every time he did that for her despite how many times samy told him she could buckle her own seatbelt.

"however many times i want to," the girl responded, smiling widely. another playful eye roll came from will as he quickly kissed her lips and hurried around to the driver's side.

the ride back into campus was uneventful. ryan and gabe helped will and samy unload the groceries when they were back at the house—the two boys probably only excited for the food the couple bought for them.

samy thought it was another perfect time for a trust fall. as soon as her camera was set up, she spun around and immediately fell knowing will was right behind her. the boy grabbed her, quickly pushing her back up.

the giggles never left samy's lips, watching as will shook his head at the camera. "and i thought it'd stop when we were back home," he teased slightly, eyes falling back to samy.

the girl shrugged, "i like being unpredictable."

not even five minutes later, will was rushing to catch samy again. the girl was a fit of laughter. “you’re killing me, hughes,” will muttered, but samy knew he secretly liked her little game.

“it’s what i do best though, right?” the girl grinned. will didn’t say anything besides the little smile tugging on his lips while going back to cutting up vegetables.

the last time will knew exactly what samy was doing as he watched her set up her phone a few feet away from him and spin around so her back was to him. as soon as she tipped back on her heel, his palm was flat against her back to keep her in place. samy looked back at him, smiling as will slowly took his hand away.

she waited a minute before falling back again, but will was as quick as the first time. his one hand pushed her all the way back to the cabinets, determined to keep her in place and stop falling backwards.

samy’s little giggles brought a smile to both of their lips. will discarded his vegetables for a moment to press his own back against samy’s to keep her from moving. the girl was now squished between her boyfriend and the cabinets, laughing to herself and will being satisfied he found a solution.

not even 30 seconds went by until will’s boyish behavior took over and he reached behind himself to place his hands on samy’s ass. the girl squirmed, quickly grabbing ahold of the blonde’s wandering hands knowing she was recording them and about to put the video on the internet. will tried fighting her for a moment, but let her go with a smile on his lips.

“okay, i’m done trust falling for now,” samy giggled as she ended the video and peered up at will.

“finally. i’m tired of being on edge that you’re gonna fall and i’m not gonna catch you,” the boy mumbled, rolling his eyes again.

“hey, it was funny. you were laughing too,” the girl poked his cheeks. his face flushed, spinning away from her.

“whatever. wanna help me make dinner now that you’re done making your weird tiktoks?” will returned to the counter.

“only if you promise to make this other tiktok with me later,” samy smirked, sliding in beside him.

the video was posted later that night, immediately blowing up with likes and comments.

user1 i LIVEEE for this content

user2 the way he caught her every time 🥹

user3 he caught her with one arm in that one clip 😫

user4 this is so cutie omg

user5 now WHO was trying to buy classy ranch wtf even is that

| ryan.leno_4 only the best ranch in the history of ranches

ryan.leno_4 smitty’s soooo down bad

user6 my favorite couple

gabeperreault44 so that’s what y’all were doing in the kitchen

user7 why are they so adorable stop

user8 my bf fr would’ve let me fall every time