emily

you’re still everything <3

[bambilenny]

welcome to my nhl blog baby!

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[bambilenny]

@summersharkie let me just say i was kicking my feet and giggling at with excitement dont even

[summersharkie]

Fraser Minten bf texts 👙༄｡°

pt. 2 !! pt 1 here

got SO many requests for more Fraser content....

hey hi love you I've got lots of reqs cooking but send whatever you'd like in I love hearing what you guys want so so much

[bnwrittes]

Their favorite place

SUMMARY: Your newborn twins, Ben and Anne, refuse to sleep anywhere except against their parents. While Anne settles instantly on Lukas’ bare chest, Ben only sleeps while nursing—leading to some playful jealousy from Lukas. Between sleepless nights, tandem breastfeeding, and two clingy babies, Lukas can’t stop admiring how lovingly you care for their little family.

WC: 2.1k

WARNINGS: Postpartum recovery, breastfeeding, tandem nursing, newborn twins, sleep deprivation, mild suggestive jokes, playful jealousy, lots of fluff.

Requested: Lukas Reichel + their newborn sleeps perfectly through the night but only in dad's arms

The summer nights in Germany were warmer than you had expected.

Even with the bedroom window cracked open, the air felt heavy, carrying the soft chirping of crickets and the occasional sound of a car passing along the quiet street outside. You had kicked the blankets away hours ago, and the small fan in the corner did little more than circulate the warmth around the room.

The two cribs beside the bed remained empty. Not because Ben and Anne were awake.

For the first time since bringing the twins home, both babies were sleeping peacefully. They simply refused to sleep anywhere except on their parents.

Lukas sat against the headboard without a shirt, one protective arm wrapped around Anne as she slept sprawled across his bare chest. Her cheek rested directly over his heart, her tiny lips parted while her breaths warmed his skin.

You were beside him with Ben tucked against your chest, nursing lazily despite having fallen asleep several minutes earlier.

Every time you attempted to detach him, his little face scrunched and his fingers tightened against you as though he could sense that you were trying to move him “They’re spoiled,” you whispered.

Lukas looked down at Anne, whose entire body seemed to relax further whenever he gently moved his hand along her back “They’re newborns,” he corrected softly. “They can’t be spoiled.”

“You say that because Anne has decided you’re her personal mattress.”

“She has good taste.” You rolled your eyes, though the smile pulling at your lips gave you away.

Lukas had been completely devoted to the twins from the moment they were born. During your pregnancy, he had worried constantly about whether he would know what to do. He had read books, watched videos and asked his parents so many questions that his mother eventually told him he needed to trust his instincts.

The moment the twins arrived, those instincts seemed to take over.

He changed diapers without being asked, paced the halls at night with one baby tucked securely against his chest and always made sure you had eaten before worrying about himself. He refilled your water bottle whenever you breastfed and kept snacks beside the bed because he had read that nursing made you hungry.

He cared for Ben and Anne with a gentleness that made your chest ache.

But there was something particularly special about the way Lukas treated his daughter. Anne barely needed to make a sound before he was checking on her. He could identify her cry instantly, even when you still needed a few seconds to determine which twin was fussing.

He insisted she slept better against him because she liked hearing his heartbeat.

The fact that she apparently required him to be shirtless was something Lukas was far too proud of “She won’t stay asleep if I put a shirt on,” he explained seriously.

“You’ve tested that theory once.”

“And she woke up.”

“She woke up because you hit the bassinet with your knee.”

“That is not relevant.”

You quietly laughed, careful not to disturb Ben. “You just like having an excuse to walk around without a shirt.”

Lukas glanced at you with a knowing smile “You like sleeping on my bare chest too.”

Heat immediately rose into your cheeks. “That’s different.”

“How?”

“I’m your girlfriend.”

“And she’s my daughter.” You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out, Lukas smiled triumphantly. “Exactly.”

“There was absolutely no logic in anything you just said.”

“There was enough.”

Ben suddenly shifted against you, making a soft, unhappy sound when you adjusted your position. His face scrunched, and before he could begin crying, you settled him comfortably against your breast again.

He immediately relaxed. From beside you, Lukas sighed dramatically, you glanced at him “What?”

“He gets you all to himself.”

“He’s eating.”

“He’s been asleep for ten minutes.”

“He likes the comfort.”

Lukas narrowed his eyes playfully at his son. “Those were mine first.”

For a moment, you simply stared at him. Then a laugh escaped you before you could stop it, Anne stirred against Lukas’ chest, her tiny eyebrows pulling together as though deeply offended by the noise. Lukas immediately supported the back of her head, whispering soothingly in German until she settled again.

“You’re jealous of your newborn son,” you accused, struggling to keep your voice quiet through your laughter.

“I’m not jealous.”

“You just claimed ownership over my boobs.”

“They were my favorite pillows before he arrived.”

“Lukas!”

“What?” he whispered innocently. “It’s true.” Ben released you long enough to make a disgruntled little noise before latching again, Lukas stared down at him “He knows.”

“He’s three weeks old.”

“He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Stop competing with your son.”

“I’m not competing. I’m just reminding him that he has to share.” As though offended by the suggestion, Ben’s hand opened against your chest and his fingers curled into your skin.

Lukas pointed at him. “See?” Before you could answer, Anne began to stir. Her mouth moved against Lukas’ chest, and she released a small whimper as she lifted her head. Lukas immediately sat straighter “She’s hungry.”

“I know.”

You carefully adjusted Ben before reaching toward your daughter. Lukas passed Anne into your arms, but the moment he moved her away from his chest, Ben began fussing.

His tiny cry grew louder as Anne settled against your other side “He doesn’t like when I hold her,” Lukas whispered.

“He doesn’t like when anyone else gets attention.”

Ben continued to whimper while you tried to position both babies. Anne rooted impatiently, turning her head against you, while her brother seemed more interested in protesting than eating.

Lukas watched you for a moment before moving closer “Tell me what you need.”

“The nursing pillow.” He grabbed it immediately, carefully placing it around your waist. He helped you support Anne before gently adjusting Ben’s body so both babies could lie comfortably across you.

The second they were settled and nursing together, the room became quiet again. Ben’s little hand remained pressed against you as though claiming his place, while Anne’s fingers curled loosely beside her cheek.

You released a tired breath and leaned back against the pillows, when you looked toward Lukas, he was staring at you. Not casually, he was watching you with such open admiration that you suddenly became self-conscious “What?” you asked.

He shook his head slowly. “Nothing.”

“You’re staring.”

“I know.”

You glanced down at yourself. Your hair was tied into a messy knot, your shirt was bunched beneath the nursing pillow and there were probably dark circles beneath your eyes from weeks without proper sleep “I look terrible.”

Lukas’ expression immediately changed “No, you don’t.”

“I haven’t showered today.”

“I don’t care.”

“I’m covered in milk.”

“I still don’t care.”

His gaze moved toward the twins, his expression softening as he watched them nurse“You’re feeding both of our babies at the same time,” he murmured. “How could I not look at you?”

Your throat tightened unexpectedly “It’s not exactly glamorous.”

“To me, it is.”

You gave him a doubtful look, Lukas shifted closer, resting one hand gently on your thigh “I mean it,” he said. “You carried them. You gave birth to them. Now they calm down just because they can hear your voice or feel you holding them.”

“They calm down with you too.”

“Anne does.”

At the sound of her name, Lukas’ eyes moved immediately toward his daughter. Anne was already beginning to fall asleep again, her sucking slowing while her body became heavier in your arms. Ben, however, remained determined “He’s going to stay there all night,” Lukas muttered.

“He’s hungry.”

“He’s always hungry.”

“He’s growing.”

“He’s possessive.”

You laughed quietly, Lukas leaned forward and brushed one finger over Ben’s soft cheek, he stopped nursing for half a second and frowned “He doesn’t like me interrupting,” Lukas observed.

“He’s jealous.”

“Of me?”

“Of Anne.”

Lukas looked unconvinced until Anne finished nursing and he carefully lifted her from your arms. The moment she was settled against his bare chest again, Ben released you and began crying.

Both you and Lukas froze “You see?” you whispered.

Lukas looked down at his son, then at Anne “Ben,” he said seriously, “she’s my baby too.” Ben cried louder, Anne responded with a startled whimper “Oh no.” Lukas immediately began rubbing his daughter’s back. “Don’t wake up, Prinzessin.”

“You have to take Ben too.”

“I only have one chest.”

“You have two arms.”

Carefully, Lukas shifted Anne to one side and reached for Ben with the other. You placed the little boy against his free shoulder, but Ben continued to fuss while staring in your direction “He wants you,” Lukas said.

“He wants to make sure you’re not replacing him with Anne.”

“I would never replace him.” Lukas lowered his face and kissed the top of Ben’s head “You hear that? Papa loves you too.”

Ben’s cries slowly softened, although he continued making small unhappy noises whenever Lukas kissed Anne “This is ridiculous,” Lukas whispered affectionately.

“He gets it from you.”

Lukas looked at you. “What does that mean?”

“You were jealous because he was breastfeeding.”

“That was different.”

“How?”

Lukas opened his mouth, clearly searching for an explanation,ou raised your eyebrows “He stole my spot,” he finally said.

“You’re both impossible.” Despite the protest, your entire expression softened as you watched him.

Lukas sat shirtless against the headboard with one newborn tucked into each arm. Anne was spread across his chest, perfectly peaceful again, while Ben remained against his shoulder, one tiny fist gripping the chain around Lukas’ neck.

Lukas looked exhausted.

His hair was messy, his eyes were heavy and there was a small milk stain on his shoulder from where Ben had spit up earlier. You had never found him more attractive “You’re staring now,” he said.

“I know.”

“Why?”

You smiled. “Because you’re a good dad.”

His teasing expression disappeared, Lukas looked down at the babies before swallowing softly “I’m trying.”

“You don’t have to try very hard.”

“I do.” He glanced at you again. “You make everything look easy.” you laughed under your breath. “Nothing about this is easy.”

“I know.” His voice softened. “That’s why I admire you.”

Your eyes burned with sudden tears, Lukas noticed immediately “No baby, please don't cry.”

“I’m hormonal.”

“I know.”

“You’re supposed to disagree.”

“You cried yesterday because my mom brought you bread.”

“It was good bread.”

“It was very good bread,” he agreed.

He carefully leaned toward you, still balancing both twins, and kissed you “You’re amazing,” he whispered. “Even when you’re tired. Even when you think you look terrible. Even when Ben steals you from me all day.”

You laughed through the tears. “You almost made that romantic.”

“It was romantic.”

“Until you mentioned being jealous of the baby.”

“I can be romantic and jealous.”

Anne stirred against his chest and tucked her face closer to him. Ben followed a second later, his body finally relaxing as Lukas continued gently rubbing both of their backs.

The room became quiet once more “You should put them in the cribs” you whispered.

Lukas looked toward the two empty beds “We could try.” Neither of you moved, Anne released a content little sigh and Ben tightened his grip on Lukas’ necklace “They look comfortable,” Lukas said.

“They always look comfortable on you.”

“So do you.”

He shifted slightly and stretched one arm toward you “Come here.”

“You already have both babies.”

“There’s still room.”

You carefully moved closer until your head rested against his shoulder, beside Ben. Lukas pressed a kiss into your hair while keeping both twins securely against his bare chest “There,” he murmured contentedly. “All my favorite people.”

“You won’t be saying that when your arms go numb.”

“They’re already numb.”

“Lukas.”

“But I’m not moving.” You smiled, closing your eyes as you listened to the steady beat of his heart beneath Anne’s cheek.

The cribs would remain empty for another night.

Ben would wake soon and demand to nurse again. Anne would refuse to settle unless her skin touched her father’s chest, and Lukas would continue pretending that he wasn’t secretly delighted by it. But with all four of you pressed together beneath the warm German summer air, you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Especially when Lukas looked at you and the twins as though the three of you were the greatest thing he had ever seen.

[bambilenny]

⋆˚࿔ 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

will smiths sister reader x macklin celebrini

a/n this took me THREE WEEKS??? anyways…

cw: reader is mentioned as a democrat, reader is blonde (obvs), some of the user comments may be messed up because i added a few things in after i wrote comments, takes place from 2023 (kinda) - 2025.

taglist: @smithlovn @nuoctis @engelsmoment @smittylovr @hermionesimp @banan1ca @mosseetrees @wherethezoes-at @yeaitsme03 @am-271 @liliesbytheocean @sjujus @destinyg237

july 1 2023

ynsmith

♫ Harry Styles · Sign of the times

liked by willsmith2, gabeperreault and 18.2k others

ynsmith so proud of my big brother!! san jose im so excited for this next chapter <3

comments. . .

sanjosesharks obsessed with u !! ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith im obsessed with YOU! <3

gabeperreault gonna miss you both 🐐🐐 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith miss u already buddy!

willsmith2 means a lot sis, thank you :) ♥︎ by creator

user1 omg shes gorgeous

⤷ user2 whole family gorgeous bro

nhl ❤️

user3 wait im so excited for them in sj

user4 will smith you ARE a shark!!

user5 THE FUTURE IS SOOOO TEAL

june 30 2024 (2 days after the 2024 draft)

july 3rd 2024

ynsmith

♫ Olivia Dean · Couple of minutes

liked by macklincelebrini, willsmith2 and. 24.5k others

ynsmith nhl draft watch party!! congrats to macklincelebrini! welcome to the sharks :)

comments. . .

macklincelebrini thanks! 😄 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith youre welcome :)

⤷ willsmith2 ur so bad at this bro

sanjosesharks <3 ♥︎ by creator

user5 is anyone here after he followed her literally 2 days after the draft and before he even followed the sharks LMFAOO

⤷ user6 no fr its WILDDDD

⤷ user7 to be fair… almost all of the younger team mates follow her LOL

⤷ user8 HE DOESNT EVEN FOLLOW WILL YET

willsmith2 👀👀 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith STOP

nhl 🥳🥳♥︎ by creator

nhlfollowertracker 😉 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ user9 the way she liked this comment im creasing

july 4th 2024

july 10th 2024

ynsmith

♫ Madison Beer · Envy the leaves

liked by willsmith2, macklincelebrini and 43.2k others

ynsmith your favourite tour guides favourite tour guide 😉

comments. . .

macklincelebrini so fun!! thanks for inviting me :) ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith anytime :)

user10 this is literally like a rom com omg.

user11 AWWW

willsmith2 😉😉 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith zip it boy

user12 WAIT I SHIP SO HARD

sanjosesharks san jose love story? 💕

user13 2 goats in 1 post 🐐

yourbsf omg text me ♥︎ by creator

user14 obsessed with that cardi

19th november 2024

ynsmith

♫ Weezer · Island in the sun

liked by macklincelebrini, yourbsf and 28.6k others

ynsmith lets go sharks!! 🦈

comments. . .

yourbsf cute!! ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith missing u baby😢😢

macklincelebrini :) ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith 😊😊

user15 i see the mack sneak

user16 im obsessed with them bro

user17 need that jacket omg

user18 im usually not one for rumours but…

willsmith2 ooo 👀👀 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith GET OFF MY PAGE

user19 wait theyd be so cute tho

sanjosesharks ❤️🧥♥︎ by creator

user20 LOVE HER MORE THAN WILL BRO ♥︎ by creator

catbtoffoli 💖☺️ ♥︎ by creator

january 2nd 2025

ynsmith

♫ Taylor Swift · New years day

liked by macklincelebrini, sanjosesharks and 43.2k others

ynsmith happy new year! 💞

comments. . .

user36 omfg is that mack

user37 MACK????

ynsmith why is no one talking about how fun cool and sexy i am

macklincelebrini broo u so fun cool and sexy

⤷ ynsmith let me kiss u on ur hot mouth

⤷ user38 ?!?!?

⤷ user39 HELLOOOO??

willsmith2 ur not fun cool and sexy

⤷ ynsmith die

user40 macks comment???

⤷ user45 if theyre not together im gonna be mad

sanjosesharks happy new year !

yourbsf wow ur gorgeous

⤷ ynsmith pucker up sweet thing

(big time skip sorry)

june 20th 2025

macklincelebrini

♫ Eagles · Take it easy

liked by ynsmith, sanjosesharks and 212.3k others

macklincelebrini great first year in the tank! onto the next 😊

comments. . .

user21 WHO IS THAT GIRL WHO IS THAT

user22 wait im mad

user23 PLEASE TELL ME ITS YN

ynsmith 😌 ♥︎ by creator

user24 FUTURE IS SO TEALLL

sanjosesharks <3 ♥︎ by creator

user25 BRUHHH IM SO SADDD THAT SHOULD BE ME

user26 take me out ref💔💔

user27 you guys are so dramatic

user28 stop being parasocial guys !!

willsmith2 😛😛😛

june 30th 2025

ynsmith

♫ Zara Larsson · Midnight Sun

liked by willsmith, macklincelebrini and 35.3k others

ynsmith off season in canada! 🇨🇦❤️

comments. . .

user29 wow mack has a TYPE (blondes)

⤷ user30 same with almost every nhl player btw

macklincelebrini <3 ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith 💖

yourbsf wow so theyre MY SHORTS ♥︎ by creator

⤷ ynsmith U SAID I COULD BORROW THEM

⤷ yourbsf I SAID YOU COULD BORROW THEM 5 MONTHS AGO

user31 ugh theyre so cute

user32 are they actually official yet

⤷ user33 not publicly

⤷ user34 i feel as if this is pretty public ♥︎ by creator

user35 where are the shorts from?

⤷ yourbsf MY CLOSET (theyre from brandname) ♥︎ by creator

july 4th 2025

ynsmith

♫ Bruce Springsteen · Born in the Usa

ynsmith 4th of july in boston!! in a blue way ofc <3

liked by willsmith, yourbsf and 56.4k others

comments. . .

user42 omg as if i couldn’t love u more ♥︎ by creator

user43 ONE OF US

user44 ewwww why isnt she maga

⤷ ynsmith because i don’t support donald trump and his inhumane beliefs hope this helps 💖💖

⤷ user45 THATS MY GOATTT WE LOVE U ♥︎ by creator

macklincelebrini 💙😘 ♥︎ by creator

user46 can they just hard launch pls

user47 HARD LAUNCH PLSSSSS

willsmith2 🎆 ♥︎ by creator

user48 she heard those maga rumours and shut it down instantly and i love that for her ♥︎ by creator

user49 WE LOVE U BADDIE

user50 ugh obsessed ♥︎ by creator

yourbsf 💖🎆 ♥︎ by creator

july 10th 2025

ynsmith

♫ Declan Mckenna · Brazil

liked by macklincelebrini, willsmith and 67.2k more

ynsmith beach babes

comments. . .

user51 THAT PIC ON TWT OH MY GOSHH

user52 THEYRE DEFS TOGETHER

user53 EEK IM SO JOLLY

macklincelebrini 🌊❤️ ♥︎ by creator

willsmith2 ☺️😛 ♥︎ by creator

user54 im staying quiet until the hard launch

user55 im trying to remain calm

yourbsf im tired of this grandpa ♥︎ by creator

user56 BRUHH HARD LAUNCH ALREADY

august 3rd 2025

ynsmith

♫ Madison Beer · Teenager In Love

liked by macklincelebrini, yourbsf and 108.3k others

ynsmith the hard launch youve all been waiting for @/macklincelebrini

comments. . .

macklincelebrini i love you ♥︎ by creator

yourbsf FINALLY ♥︎ by creator

willsmith2 WOOOO ♥︎ by creator

sanjosesharks 💖 ♥︎ by creator

catbtoffoli you two are the cutest! ♥︎ by creator

comments limited to friends only.

[bambilenny]

one of my longest smaus might come out today

[cattyb2]

heat wave | fraser minten

Pairing: fraser minten x reader!bestfriend

Prompt: when a heat wave hits boston causing your apartment to lose power, you pack yourself up to go wait it out in your best friend’s place. only fraser can’t keep himself cool, he never can when it comes to you

requested!

“Please, no.” You say with a whisper right after your apartment is plunged into a heavy darkness. Even though you know the sun is out, you’ve got all of your blinds closed, the heat of Boston so bad that you made a cave out of your apartment.

All your hope leaves your body as the electricity does not come back on, and even with just these few minutes without your AC, your apartment has already started to feel thick with humidity. Your options are limited as you go over the list in your head, so you do the only option that doesn’t make you want to cry or make you feel like you’ll burn into a crisp.

You call your best friend, Fraser.

He picks up on the second ring, shuffling for a moment before he says, “Hey, you surviving this?”

“No.” You say, and you shift uncomfortably as your skin starts to feel hot. “My building lost power, I think I’m going to die here. Please tell my parents I love them, and tell them I died way more heroic than this.” You mumble.

“Oh shit.” Fraser says, laughing at your joke but genuine concern at the thought of you alone with no power. “Well, looks like you’ll be slumming it here with me then.” He says.

“Are you sure? I can figure something else out, I can-“

“Y/N.” Fraser says. “You’re coming here. I’ve got working AC, enough food to last for the weekend, plus I’m already bored.” He says, and you chuckle.

“I’m sure my power will come back on-“

“Pack your bag. You’re staying here.” He says, giving you no more room to argue.

“Have I ever told you that you’re an angel?” You ask him, smirking slightly as you rest your flushed skin on your kitchen counter top, hoping the marble will cool you some. But Fraser’s response causes a new flush to come over you.

“No, I think you might need to remind me when you get here.”

“As long as you have AC, I’ll do whatever you want.”

There was a silence after your words, the joke evident, but the teasing nature causing you both to freeze. After all this is your best friend, your best friend who you’ve been harboring a secret crush on, your best friend who you know will never feel the same because when as anything in my life worked out for you like that?

“Oh, whatever I want?” He says, and suddenly you remember you’re on the phone with him, suddenly your heart threatens to crawl out of your body.

“Frase-“ You say, but he doesn’t let up.

“Pack your bags, Y/N. Before I come over there and get you myself.”

—

You pack quickly, shorts, tank tops, bathroom necessities. You pack enough for a few days after receiving the message from your apartment building telling everyone they are not sure when power will be restored, and tips on how to keep your apartment cool.

You screenshot the message and sent it to Fraser, and he responds instantly.

Minty:

Will telling you I have a brand new box of your cherry popsicles get you here faster?

You:

Why didn’t you say anything sooner?

Minty:

Get over here before you melt

You laugh, turning your phone off and quickly shoving the rest of what you need in your bag. The thing about the heat is that it clings to you. It clings to you as you lock your apartment, the hallway so stuffy you cough walking into it. It clings to you as you walk down ten flights of stairs, it clings to you as you start your car, ready for the AC to blast. However, it takes a second for your car to start, like it’s checked out as well. Once it does, the AC refuses to kick in, the fans don’t even want to start. Your only option is to roll the windows down and hope.

So that’s exactly what you do.

You:

On my way, my cars AC seems to have checked out with my building

Minty:

I’ll come pick you up

You:

I’m already in my car. See you in 10 minutes

Expect those ten minutes feel like twenty. And by the time you let yourself into the apartment building, and you knock on his door, you feel almost like passing out.

“Oh my god.” Fraser says as he pulls you into his apartment.

“Thanks Frase.” You say with sarcasm, dropping your bag on the floor and groaning as you feel the cool air of his working AC hit you.

“Sorry.” He says, going to the kitchen to get you a glass of ice water. “You’re just insanely red, sweetheart.”

The nickname knocks you off kilter for a moment, and as he tries to hand you the glass he hisses as he touches your skin.

“Fuck.” He says, setting the glass down on the counter top and leading you towards the bathroom. “Go get in the shower, it will help you cool off a bit.” He says, and you almost smile at how concerned for you he is.

His eyes drop to your arms, the sun must have been hitting your arm just right in the car, because even through your black tattoos Fraser can see the start of a sunburn.

“Shit. I completely forgot my shower stuff.” You say, throwing your head back in annoyance.

“Use mine.” He says like it’s nothing. But to you it’s not nothing. The thought of smelling like Fraser? That sends a shiver through your body. “Go. I’ll lay out your clothes and a towel.” He says, and you look into his eyes.

“Have I ever told you-“

“That I’m an angel?” He finishes for you, his mouth going into a smile. “Maybe once or twice, but I expect you to tell me about it more after you shower.”

You smile at him, and you go up to your tippy toes, pulling his head down the rest of the way because even on your tippy toes he’s tall, and you kiss his cheek.

A blush covers him now, as you walk to his bathroom, stripping off your damp clothes and turning the shower on the coldest it can go.

You sigh as the water hits, and a few minutes later there’s a knock on the door.

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got your things, can I come in?”

“Yeah.” You say again, and you hear the door open and hear him setting down your clothes on the counter top.

“Towels out here for you too.” He says, his voice heading back towards the door. “Take your time.” He says, and he doesn’t wait for your response as he closes the door.

—

You take a little longer than you normally would in the bathroom. Deciding to wash your body twice, and while you tell yourself it’s because of the sweat, it’s really because you love the smell of his body wash.

When you’re all dried off, your bra and exercise shorts on, you stare at the shirt Fraser brought you.

A red, team Canada shirt, MINTEN 93 printed on the back. You snort, rolling your eyes before slipping it over your head.

As you walk out, your damp hair resting on your shoulders, you smile as you see your best friend in the kitchen. His phone in his hand as he leans against the counter.

As soon as you enter his eyes snap to you, like he could sense you are there before you make a sound.

“Feel better?” He asks, and you shake your head in a yes and no way.

“I still feel really hot.” You say, and Fraser nods to your arms.

“Maybe it’s the sunburn?”

“Oh my god.” You say, not even realizing you had it. But now that you can see it, your tattooed arms are beet red, and someone now that you know it’s there, it hurts.

“Do you trust me?” Fraser asks, and your eyes snap to his in suspicion.

“Uh oh.” You joke, but he laughs and pushes himself away from the counter.

“Come sit right-“ He pulls you and sits you on the ground on the hardwood floor of the dining area in his apartment. “Here.” He finally says as you sit on the floor.

“Fraser, you know I love you and all but what-“ But then you stop talking. You stop because the immediate wave of ice cold air hits you. “Holy shit.” You whisper, and he smiles.

“It just happens to be right where the AC hits the most. Plus the floors cold. Some days after practice I just lay here for a bit.” He says, and you do it. You drag the back of Fraser’s shirt up a bit and press your spine against the wooden floor.

“Have I ever-“

“Not nearly enough.” He jokes cutting you off.

“Get down here.” You say, patting the ground next to you.

“Hold on.” He says, and he goes to his bathroom, coming back out with some aloe.

“Give me your arm.” He says, holding his hand out for you to rest your arm in.

“I can do that later.” You say softly, but he smiles and shakes his head.

“And I can do it for you now. Give me your arm, sweetheart.” He says, and you do.

You hand it over as he gently rubs the aloe into your burned skin. You watch him, watch how his eyes plant on your tattoos, watch how he smiles at certain ones, watch how he mindlessly traces them even after he’s done applying the aloe.

“You’ve seen them before.” You state, and like he was caught his eyes hurriedly snap to yours.

“They are beautiful.” He says, his voice soft but unwavering. “You’re beautiful.” He says, his fingers still tracing them.

“Frase-“ You say, and he cuts you off, shaking his head like he’s begging you to let him say this.

“I know I’m your best friend. And I know you’re just here because your apartment lost power and-“

“I’m not just here because my apartment lost power.” You say, and he mumbles your name so softly you almost miss it. “I’m here because.. it’s you.”

“Sweetheart.”

“You know me, you know me better than I know myself sometimes. You know when I’m in pain, when I’m stressed, you make sure I’m stocked up on reading material and that I’m never out of Boston merchandise. Hell, you drive halfway across town to that one fucking grocery store for my popsicles.”

“I’d cross oceans if that would make you smile at me like that, because fuck Y/N, your smile?”

“Yeah?” You ask, tears gathering in your eyes.

“I think I could make you really happy.” He says, so vulnerable that it breaks your heart in the best way.

“You already make me happy.” You say, noticing how close you two have gotten.

“I don’t think I knew what happiness was until I met you.” He says, and your breath catches in your throat. “I’m so fucking in love with you, sweetheart. I have been since the day I met you.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, a tear sliding down your face.

And that’s all Fraser needs to hear, the very confirmation he needs to kiss you deeply.

Your heart stops beating as his lips press to yours. Every bad thought you’ve ever had trickles from your memory, and it’s all replaced with him. With your best friend, with the man you’re in love with, with the person you’re going to spend the rest of your life with.

You’ve never been so thankful for a heat wave in your entire life.

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[bambilenny]

⋆˚࿔ 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟐

୭ ˚. cw: slight arguments?, macklin crying :'[ , olympics

wc: 1.4k

a/n: lmk if you guys want a part 3!

part 1

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You and Macklin hadn’t spoken since the situation; that’s not saying he wasn’t getting chirped about it constantly by the team, because he very much was. Left, right, and centre, all he was hearing was about how crazy it was that he shared a bed with Nathan's little sister on one of the first days of properly meeting her. That didn’t put a strain on you and Mack's quote-unquote “friendship,” though. You both still spoke every day during the Olympics, spending nights on the hotel carpet floor playing card games alone, yapping for hours on end, getting into small arguments about the most stupid things; it was beautiful, really. You felt a deep sense of love, a beautiful love that spread all around you.

The issue that’s at hand, though, is the fact that once the Olympics are over, he’ll board his plane back to San Jose and you’ll journey back to Colorado and probably never speak again, and that was it. Your heart hurt just thinking about it about how he’ll probably go on and hook up with some girl in San Jose and not even bother to spare you a call. Little did you know, Macklin was having the same fears. That you’ll go back to Colorado and forget all about your guys’ Olympic experience.

The next game was against Finland, a great, well-built team, filled with hockey players from all over the league. Obviously, Mack was a bag of nerves the night before; you spent time with him, making casual conversation as you sat on the bed of your shared hotel room, eating a cheeseburger between the two of you, a small crumb attached to your lip before Mack wipes it from your face, a flush coming over your cheeks as he does so. Almost anything Mack did made you blush; whether it was slight, secret touches under the table or him straight up wrapping you in his arms, you wouldn’t care.

All that mattered to you was making Macklin feel the best he possibly could before the game by just being there. That’s all he asked of you: for you to stay as close to him the night before as possible. You felt like you two were practically already a couple, other than the fact that there was no label put on your guys’ weird relationship. He was still scared of upsetting your brother, even though he reassured him multiple times that he in fact did not mind; all he wanted to see was you happy. Macklin knew this, but he didn’t. There was still something tugging in his brain telling him that Nate would get mad and never let you see him again.

Mack actually had recurring dreams about this, about Nathan dragging you away from him, shouting at him about how you shouldn’t ever date him… it actually hurt Macklin to think about. He’d never liked someone in the way he liked you.  He remembered everything about you. Your favourite ice cream flavour, the way that you always braid your hair before bed and how he was desperate to learn how to so he could do it for you, the way your eyes crease when you grin at him, the way that you only wear a specific colour of ballet flats because apparently they match all your outfits… he remembered too much about you for this to be a casual friendship that sometimes stems elsewhere, but the long distance gave Macklin a deep sense of fear. So, he thought the best thing to do was to act as if nothing happened between you in the first place, to try to get over the pain rooted deep in his soul.

Macklin started to pull away. He started sitting further away from you at team meals, started pulling into himself… something was wrong, and you didn’t understand what you did. So, you decided, as any normal person would do, to speak to him.

That night, after the Finland win, which was a great but nervy 2-3 win, Macklin climbed into bed next to you, slightly scuffling closer to the end of the bed instead of by you.

“Mack?” You questioned, looking at his bare back with deep-rooted confusion.

He hummed in reply.

“Did I do something?” His heart broke at the heartbroken tone in your voice. The guilt hit him like a ton of bricks.

“It's…It's just that… I don’t want to do long distance. I can't do it. I love you, but I can't.”

“Mack…” You sigh. “We can work it out, right? I mean like, Colorado is going to have away games with San Jose, and we can see each other then, right?”  You plead.

“Or, you could stay in San Jose? With me?” He suggests.

“Mack, it’s not that easy.” 

“How?”

“I still have to be there for Nate. I can't just pack my stuff up and leave my whole life, all my friends behind for you.”

That visibly hurt Macklin. Why couldn’t you? He would do that for you. He would do anything for you. “Well, I can’t do long distance.”

You groan. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Mack.” You look into his green eyes that are slicked over with tears.

And that was the end of that conversation, a deep sigh coming from your lips before Mack wraps his arms around your waist and nuzzles into your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw. “We’ll work it out, right?” You nod to that before falling asleep.

And eventually, the final came. You’d never seen Macklin so distressed, a deep frown forming on his brows. You didn’t dare bring up the conversation from last night. You didn’t even tell Nathan. You didn’t want this to spill into his game.

Macklin realised that him trying to pressure you into moving to San Jose with him was a mistake. He shouldn’t have even discussed that with you. Speaking of which, he was telling Fraser all about last night's conversation while in the locker room preparing for the game; Nathan overheard, his brow furrowing in upset. He didn’t like how Mack was telling you to give up everything in Colorado to move with him to California.

“That was a bit of a dick move, Mack. Nathan pipes up, Macklin's face losing colour.

“I-I Know.” Mack stuttered.

“Mack, kid, maybe you should just leave her be. If she doesn’t want to move, she doesn’t want to move.” Sidney continues.

“I know I just…I'll miss her.” He sighs, tying his skates as he speaks.

Nathan looks at him with sympathy, sighing quietly. “You know she’ll see you as much as physically possible.”

“I know, but I just…” He sighs. “I think after spending this like, month, with her, it’s gonna be hard to leave.”

The whole team looked at him, their eyes looking at him sympathetically. Macklin brushed it off, instead getting ready for the game.

The game was brutal. A 2-1 loss to USA in overtime, and all Macklin could think about was you. How maybe you’d be gravely disappointed in him, how you maybe would look at him with the same sympathy as the team when he spoke about you.

The second you saw him, your face crumpled, walking straight past Nathan and the other team to wrap him in your arms, his tear-ridden eyes falling into your shoulder as he cried. “You did so well, Mack. I promise.” He shook his head at that, continuing into your shoulder.

“I'm so proud of you.” You state, your hands finding his hair as you speak.

“No, you're not.” Macklin shakes his head.

“I am. Come on, let's get you back to the hotel, yeah?”

It was a difficult process trying to cheer Mack up after the loss. He was genuinely distraught. You both sat on the bed, eating a pizza between the two of you as you allowed Macklin to rant about the game.

That was the night you decided you were going back to San Jose with him. That’s not saying you were going to live there, no. It wasn’t like that at all. You decided to stay for a month, to quote-on-quote make sure Macklin was okay. In reality, it was because you couldn’t leave him; you couldn’t leave what you two had built back in Italy.

You told him that night.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Mhm?” He replies tearily.

“I’m gonna come with you to California.”

[bambilenny]

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OH MY GOSH LOVE !!!

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[summersharkie]

Nathan MacKinnon bf texts ☀️ ༄｡°

yeah I know next to nothing of the avs but I see beautiful man and I get to work ok. requested

I genuinely shocked myself with how quick I produced this. lowkey did this in one sitting super late because my meds have caffeine and i cannot sleep!!!!! #relax.. but feeling lazy send in reqs

i hope this is like. in character for him. i literally did research so i tried my best

[summersharkie]

Nathan MacKinnon bf texts ☀️ ༄｡°

yeah I know next to nothing of the avs but I see beautiful man and I get to work ok. requested

I genuinely shocked myself with how quick I produced this. lowkey did this in one sitting super late because my meds have caffeine and i cannot sleep!!!!! #relax.. but feeling lazy send in reqs

i hope this is like. in character for him. i literally did research so i tried my best

[bambilenny]

I AN SO SHSOOSJSJSJSNS IM SO HAPPY

[rinkmuse]

HELOOOOO, OMG I LOVEEEEEEE YOUR FICS!!!😭😭😭💕💕💕 can i pretty please request fic where mack's gallery on his phone is full of reader's photos and videos, and when fans and the team know they teased him so hard hehe, okey thats it, THANK YOUUU IN ADVANCE!!

in every photo

pairing: macklin celebrini x reader summary: when his teammates find out his whole gallery is you warnings: fluff

wc: 1.2k

the locker room is loud after the game in a way it is after a win -- music blasting, equipment clattering into stalls, voices overlapping as teammates replay moments from the ice. the cold from the rink still clings faintly to everyone's skin, and the air smells like sweat, tape, and damp gear.

mack sits at his stall, elbows resting on his knees. his hair is still damp from the shower, curling slightly at the ends, and the flushed colour across his cheeks hasn't faded yet.

his phone buzzes in his hand, and he glances down automatically, unlocking the screen. the moment he sees your name at the top the notification, something in his expression softens.

your message is simple.

so proud of you! you were so good tonight!

there's a picture attached. when he taps it open, the image fills the screen -- your tv at home showing the broadcast. it's a little blurry, like you snapped it quickly from the couch, but the moment is clear enough. he can see himself on the screen mid-play. you circled him in a bright marker, right in the middle of the image. underneath it, written in an uneven handwriting, the words: that's my guy.

mack exhales a quiet laugh through his nose. the grin that spreads across his face is automatic, the kind that he can't really hide even if he tries.

"why are you smiling like that?" someone asks from the stall beside him.

mack glances up briefly, then looks back down at the screen. "oh, it's nothing."

that answer immediately earns him suspicious looks. a couple of teammates lean slightly closer, curiosity getting the better of them.

"that's not a nothing smile," one of them says. "what is it?"

"it's just a message," mack replies, though he tilts the phone slightly so they can see the picture. "my girlfriend watched the game."

they look at the screen, taking in the circled version of mack on the tv, and the messy caption underneath. someone snorts softly.

"alright," he admits, "that's actually pretty cute."

mack huffs a small laugh and looks back down at the photo again. for a moment he just stares at it, thumb hovering near the bottom of the screen.

then he taps the save button. the image drops neatly into his camera roll, and he doesn't think much of it. it's something he does almost automatically at this point -- saving the pictures you send him without really considering it. however, he everyone noticed him doing that.

"you just saved that?"

mack shrugs. "yeah?"

"why?"

he doesn't really have an answer for that. instead, he opens his photo gallery to make sure the picture saved properly. the recent grid of photos and videos fills the screen. the image you just sent sits at the corner, and directly next to it was even more photos of you.

you curled up on his couch with a blanket pulled over your legs. you sitting across from him at a cafe, sunlight catching the side of your face. you standing outside the arena with one of his hoodies hanging off your shoulders.

mack barely notices at first, still focused on the most recent image. but his teammates around him go very still.

"...wait."

another player leans slightly closer, eyes narrowing at the screen.

"dude."

mack glances up, "what?"

instead of answering, he just gestures to mack's phone. "scroll."

confused, mack flicks his thumb over his screen. the gallery moves and it's still you.

you asleep on the couch, your head tipped sideways against the cushion. you leaning by the rink during practice, watching the ice. a short video thumbnail of you laughing in the kitchen while mack's voice can be faintly heard behind the camera.

his teammates let out a slow laugh. "oh my god."

now mack actually looks at the screen properly. he scrolls once more, and more photos of you appear. the realisation hits him a second too late.

someone beside him bursts out laughing. "no way."

someone else leans over his shoulder to see the phone more clearly, and that's when the attention spreads. a few more heads turn toward mack's stall as the laughter grows.

"mack," one of them says, barely holding in his grin, "your entire camera roll is just your girlfriend."

mack immediately locks his phone, but the damage is already done.

"it's not my entire camera roll," he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck as the heat creeps up his ears.

"you've scrolled like twenty times and there's no other photos," someone argues.

"i just like capturing the moment," mack says defensively.

"that is not helping your case."

the locker room erupts. someone across the room calls out, "bro takes more photos of his girlfriend than he does hockey."

mack exhales quietly, shaking his head as he leans back against the stall behind him. the teasing rolls through the room the way it always does -- loud, relentless, and very entertained.

after a moment he unlocks his phone again, almost absentmindedly. the gallery opens right where it was before, the photo you sent still sitting at the very corner. for a second he studies the bright circle you drew around him on the screen.

he scrolls through slightly, clicking on a photo and it filling the display. opening the photo of you leaning against the rink during practice, watching as the players skate by -- a photo you definitely didn't realise he took. he remembers that moment clearly. you had been completely focused on the ice, unaware he'd pulled out his phone, and the picture had turned out good. mack stares at it for a moment before shrugging lightly, like the explanation should be obvious.

"i like her," he says simply.

that only makes the locker room explode louder.

someone shouts out, "he likes her."

another voice calls from across the room, "his camera roll is just a documentary."

mack just shakes his head, though the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth refuses to disappear. the teasing keeps going around him, voices overlapping with exaggerated disbelief, but he doesn't really react anymore.

instead, his phone buzzes against his hand with another message from you lighting up the screen.

did you see my msg or are you still celebrating

mack's smile softens slightly as he reads it, his thumb moving quickly over the keyboard.

yeah i saw it

he hesitates for a second, glancing briefly around the locker room where his teammates are still laughing about the discovery. then he types another line.

also the locker room just found out my camera roll is basically all you

the reply appears almost instantly.

as it should be

mack lets out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he leans back against the stall again. around him, the room is still loud and chaotic, teammates talking over each other as they keep dragging him for it.

but when he glances down at his phone again, the photo you sent it still there, the most recent of his gallery.

without really thinking about it, he taps the camera and flips it toward himself. the locker room chaos fills around him, no one really noticing what he's doing anymore as he snaps a quick picture and sends it your way.

the teasing keeps going on, but mack barely pays any attention to it now. his phone rests loosely in his hand, the newest photo of you saved neatly among the others, sitting right where it belongs.

[hockeyduck]

Can I please request Ben kindel taking care of sick reader who just melts when he starts taking Care of her and just super fluffy and cute🫶🏻

Care - BK81

Ben Kindel x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: mentions of being sick

Word Count: 1.4k

When you woke up, your head was pounding, your throat sore, and your nose stuffy. You tried to stand up and go into the bathroom to brush your teeth but just sitting up made you dizzy, so you laid back down and curled up in the sheets. It wasn't five minutes later before you fell asleep again, the comforter tight around you.

Three hours later, Ben walked into your apartment, "hey, babe, I'm here!" he called out as he walked toward your room, where he assumed you would be finishing up getting ready.

His eyebrows furrowed at your lack of response and he was suddenly aware of the silence in the apartment. He kept walking down the hallway, waiting to hear any sign of your presence. When he reached your bedroom, he found the door closed, so he knocked gently.

"Babe?"

Still, he got no response from you, so he opened the door slowly. The sight in front of him made him frown, you were still in bed, seemingly deep in sleep. He hesitated for just a moment, then made his way over to the side of your bed.

"Baby," he spoke softly, rubbing your cheek gently to coax you awake.

You groaned, your head throbbing as you were pulled from sleep.

"Hey, you okay?" Ben asked.

Your eyes finally opened as you registered his voice and you looked up at him.

"Ben," you gasped. In your haze of sickness, you'd forgotten you had a date with your boyfriend, which was apparently right now.

You tried to sit up, but you got dizzy again and had to hold your head in your hands.

"Hey, hey, what's going on?" he reached out and put a supportive hand on your back.

You sniffled, "I'm so sorry. I- I didn't mean to forget I'm so sorry. I just..." you cleared your throat but your voice was still rough and your throat felt raw, "I woke up and I didn't feel good so I laid back down but I guess I fell back asleep and- I'm sorry."

His eyes softened, "it's okay. If you're sick we shouldn't go out anyway."

"Okay," you frowned, "…can I see you tomorrow then?"

"Oh I'm not going anywhere," he guided you to lay your head back on the pillow.

"What?" your nose scrunched up.

"I'm gonna stay with you until you feel better," he said simply, pushing your hair back and pressing his hand to your forehead, "what hurts, baby? I'll get you some medicine."

"Everything," you groaned. Tears brimmed your eyes, but you weren’t sure if they were caused by your pain or how sweet Ben was being.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your cheek, "okay, baby. I'll be right back."

You watched him as he walked out of the room, still feeling guilty for forgetting about your date.

He came back a couple minutes later, holding a few pills in one hand and a glass of water in the other. He helped you sit up just enough to take them and made you drink a good amount of water.

"Do you need anything else?" he ran his fingers through your hair, and as you looked up at him you wanted to melt.

How could someone be so sweet? So perfect? You felt disgusting and you knew you probably looked disgusting too, but there he was, insisting on taking care of you without a complaint.

"No," you whispered.

"Okay," he smiled, and then he was taking his hoodie off, then his jeans, leaving him in just his tshirt and boxers.

"What're you doing?" you asked.

"Getting in bed," he responded, then paused, "is that okay?"

"Ben, I'm gonna get you sick," you frowned. You wanted to say yes, tell him it was more than okay, that cuddling into him would make everything better, would probably cure your sickness in seconds. But you cared about him and his health, so you didn't, "you... you should probably go."

He frowned, clearly displeased by that idea, "you don't want me here?"

"I just don't want to get you sick," you insisted.

"I don't care," he shook his head a little, already climbing into the bed next to you, clearly not willing to take no for an answer, "my girl's sick, so I'm taking care of her."

The way he said it so simply, the quiet certainty in his voice, made you feel like crying. You couldn't believe how lucky you were to have such a sweet, caring boyfriend.

As soon as he was settled in the bed, you curled up against him, "I love you so much."

"I love you too, baby," he wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

Now in the comfort and warmth of his hold, you fell asleep again.

When you woke up hours later, you were hot and sweaty, your hair was stuck to your neck, and you felt like even the slightest movement might make you pass out.

"Ben," you mumbled, pushing against his chest.

He seemed to realize what you needed instantly. He pulled all the blankets off of you, then stood up from the bed to turn the fan on. You could hear him say something, but you were too out of it to register the words. Relief flooded your body when he came back a minute later and laid a cold washcloth across your forehead.

"Oh," you sighed in relief, "I love you."

He smiled as he worked on tucking your hair behind your ears, "I love you too, baby."

Before you knew it, there were tears slipping down your cheeks.

"Woah, what's wrong?" Ben asked, a hint of panic in his tone.

"I just love you so much," you cried.

"Oh honey," he kissed the corner of your mouth, "I love you too, more than anything. But you don't need to cry. I'm right here."

"You're just so sweet," your tears didn't stop as you started rambling, "I'm so gross and sick and you're taking care of me anyway and you still love me even when I probably look really bad and you still wanna kiss me even though you're probably gonna get sick now and I've just never met someone so sweet in my entire life."

"Y/n," he held your face in his hands, "I'm in love with you. I'm always gonna take care of you, no matter what."

"You're in love with me?"

He laughed fondly, "of course I am."

You sniffled, "I'm in love with you too."

"Good," he pressed another kiss to the corner of your mouth, "now, why don't I take you out to the couch so you can stay close to me while I make you something to eat? Cause it's almost four in the afternoon and you haven't eaten anything yet today."

"Okay," you agreed easily.

He reached down and picked you up bridal style, like it was nothing. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let him carry you out to the living room. There were still tears stuck to your lashes, but your breathing had calmed down now.

When he laid you down on the couch, he kept his body close to you for a while, just leaning over you and looking at your face.

"What?" luckily, your face was already flush, so he couldn't see the blush that spread across your cheeks.

"I just... really am in love with you," he said softly, "you're so beautiful, even all snotty and covered in sweat. You're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

"Ben," you whispered as more tears formed on your water line.

"Don't cry again, baby," he kissed away the single tear that had fallen, "here," he handed you the remote, "pick something for us to watch while I cook and then I'll come cuddle you while we eat, okay?"

"Okay," you nodded, "thank you."

"You're welcome," he said softly.

He gave you one more kiss on the forehead before he walked away into the kitchen. You put something you didn't really care about on the tv, because your entire focus was on your boyfriend, who you could see moving around the kitchen with ease. 

Half an hour later, the two of you were curled up on the couch, your legs tucked into his lap as you ate. Despite being sick and feeling disgusting, you were completely sure that you were the luckiest person in the world.

A/N - just cutie Ben

[bambilenny]

can 😭 people 😭 write 😭 more 😭 for 😭 nathan 😭 mackinnon 😭 please 😭

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but not angst pls i want some cute fluffy lovey stuff not DIVORCE guys PLEASE ☹️☹️☹️☹️

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can 😭 people 😭 write 😭 more 😭 for 😭 nathan 😭 mackinnon 😭 please 😭

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congratulations on 900, angel! i love ur writing soso much and i appreciate it a ton! if i may request something for fraser minten, im going to request bf headcanons! (if you haven’t done it already)

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

an: ive never done headcannons before so idk if these are any good😓😓

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𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who learns how to braid your hair just the way you like it so he can do it for you

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who is genuinely so deeply in love with you to the point the entire of his instagram is just photos of you at this point

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who before going off to away games gets you to write him a little note to remind him that you’re always with him someway

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who will always ask if you need anything because all he wants is to help you out

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who listens to the music you like constantly so he can learn the words and impress you, even if its not his taste.

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who will casually lay his hand on your back when you go anywhere. he loves to let you know he’s constantly by your side

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who will always back you up when players chirp him about you on the ice (even getting in a few fights over you)

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who will always remind you of how beautiful you are, especially when your least expecting it

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who will always go out of his way to look after you when you’re sick, getting you food, making you tea, getting groceries for you, giving you medication etc.

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who always wants to hold you during the night, even though you sometimes complain about how you are sweaty and gross, he doesn’t care, he just wants to hold you close.

𝐁𝐅!𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 who will think about you in all the things he does. going grocery shopping and he sees something you like? hes buying it for you. going on a roadtrip and seeing a cute stuffed animal in a gift shop? hes bought it immediately.