[dadakinnskywalker]

i love myself a cute hockey boy as much as the next person but this community is so toxic. you guys just bullied an innocent college girl off social media over a boy you had no chance with in the first place. 

[workingforitallthetime]

(x) "Luca, my best friend and brother, and someone I'm lucky enough to call my teammate... none of this would be possible without you being with me through dorm rooms and billet houses."

[dadakinnskywalker]

Ethan Edwards Fluff

POV: Ethan Edwards caring for a drunk Y/N.

Fluff and mentions of alcohol

You honestly didn’t drink much. But if there was ever a reason to drink, this was one of them. You had just finished your midterms, and even better, you had just passed your midterms after weeks of studying. So when your best friend Ethan Edwards texted and asked if you wanted to go to the party he and his roommates were throwing, the only answer was yes.

The living room was crowded with people as you and your friends walk in. Hannah, your lab partner, was quick to call you over to take your first shot of the night.. and then your second,, and then your third. You start to dance with your friends when you catch a glimpse of Ethan with his teammates across the room. You decide to go up to him and say hi.

“Hey Ethan, thanks for inviting me, I’m having a good time!” you say over the loud music

“Hey Y/N! I’m glad you could make it!” he responds getting closer to hear you better. His friends nod their heads toward you and Luca says hello.

“Midterms go well for you?” You ask Ethan

“Ha yeah, I mean, just glad they’re over. Can I get ya a drink?”

“Sure!” you say and you follow him to the fridge

He hands you a seltzer as soon as Mr. Brightside starts playing. You take the drink and grab his hand dragging him to the living room.

“I LOVE THIS SONG LET’S GO DANCE.”  You insist. Ethan giggles the whole way there as both of you move to the rhythm. The two of you dance and sing for what feels like hours, and you can’t help but love the way Ethan knows the lyrics to almost every song better than you do.

The alcohol starts to hit you all at once, and you can’t remember the last time you saw your roommates or how many drinks you’ve had.

“I think I need to sit down” You admit to Ethan, and immediately take a seat on the floor in the middle of the living room turned dance floor.  He laughs and leans down to get to your eye level.

“Hey, you can just crash in my room tonight” he says. You smile up at him which makes him smile even more as he helps you to your feet and then up the stairs to his room. He goes to his dresser and pulls out a t-shirt and a pair of his sweats for you to wear. He turns around giving you privacy while you change. After your dressed, you give him the okay to turn around and the two of you just start laughing, neither of you sure why.

“You’re so cute when you're drunk.” He admits to you before plopping onto the bed next to you.

“Oh yeah? Well I think you’re so cute all the time.” You drunkenly confess while at the same time going to squish his cheeks. “I don’t know why I did that.” Both of you immediately start to giggle and he puts his head down

“Oh my gosh Ethan are you blushing. Oh my gosh you’re totally blushing” you say while still laughing

“Come here” he says with a grin while pulling you into him. You smile into his chest as you fall asleep to a kiss on your forehead and his arms wrapped around you.

[dadakinnskywalker]

In Sickness and In Health

POV: Mark Estapa taking care of a sick Y/N 

Between your chem lab and your physics exam, to say today had completely drained you would be an understatement. You had been up all night the night before studying and hadn’t even realized how strongly your head hurt until you finally laid down. You grabbed your phone to check the time, 3:37 pm. You had about 4 hours until your boyfriend's game. Enough time to take a nap and then get ready. You sent Mark a good luck text, changed your clothes, set your alarm for 6, and shut your eyes. You wake up not to your alarm, but to your boyfriend shaking you awake with a frantic look on his face. 

“Y/n, wake up” Mark says still shaking your shoulders trying to get you up 

“Mmhdjfdhjh” you mumble, still half asleep.

“Y/n.” He says more stubbornly

You finally roll over to face him standing over you only to realize two things. One, everything hurt. Two, it was 9:57 p.m. and you had slept through your boyfriend's game. 

“Oh shit Mark, I swear I set an alarm for 6.” You sit up as quickly as you can. “I must of slept right through it” you say, your voice raspier than usual. 

“Are you sick?” Mark asks hearing the tone of your voice. “I was worried when I didn’t see you during or after the game, I came right over.” 

“I-I don’t know, I didn’t feel great after class so I took a nap, but now I just feel like I got hit by a bus.” you say bringing your hands to your face. “I’m so sorry I missed your game, I know how much it means to you.” You feel the guilt flooding over you. 

“It’s not your fault y/n, your health means more to me, plus we won 5-2, so it wasn’t a close game.” he says with a smirk while taking his jacket off before coming to sit down next to you.

“I still feel bad.” You admit, but your throat is so sore it hurts to talk. 

“Don’t. I’m just glad you're okay.” He insists

You let out a cough and lay back down as Mark grabs you a Tylenol and water from your fridge. You can only focus on the pounding in your head as you wait for him to join you in bed. When he finally does, you snuggle up to him with your head on his chest as he turns on Netflix and starts playing the show you guys have been watching together. He gently runs one of his fingers through your hair and his other hand is wrapped around your waist holding you close. You try your best to stay awake but you fall asleep quickly to the sound of his heartbeat. 

You wake up to the feeling of nausea in your stomach. You quickly roll out of bed, careful not to wake Mark up, and run to the bathroom to throw up whatever contents were in your stomach. You sigh and put your head down against your arms on the toilet. Your body feels weak and your head feels like it's physically weighing you down. You can’t remember ever feeling this sick. Despite your efforts of being quiet, Mark appears at the doorway. 

“Shit baby, come here.” He says as he lowers himself on the floor behind you. He puts a wet rag on the back of your neck and you lean back against him as he begins to support your body weight.

“I’m sorry” you say weakly 

“Shhh you have nothing to be sorry for.” he lightly kisses the back of your head and brushes some loose strands of hair behind your ear. 

You fall asleep leaning back against him and he gently carries you back to bed. You don’t remember how you got there when you wake up in bed. Mark is quick to notice your sudden alertness and greets you with a kiss and chicken noodle soup.

“Good morning babe. Uh, I kinda made you breakfast.” he says awkwardly as he hands you the bowl of soup.

“Thank you Mark, for everything.” You can’t help but smile as you thank him.

“Of course y/n, I mean, you know what they say, in sickness and in health.” He says smugly with a grin on his face. 

You laugh as you begin to blow on your soup to cool it down before spending the rest of the morning cuddled up in bed watching his game from the night before. 

[dadakinnskywalker]

update (if anyone cares)

kinda new to the tumblr scene, forgive me as i’m still adjusting to this platform! however, i want to start writing on here for the umich boys. please feel free to send in any recs/ideas you may have, or if u just wanna chat! :) looking forward to where this goes 

[mhagens11]

hugs

[hhughes-deactivated20231122]

omg luke's smile i'm going to slam my head into a wall

[frostbeees]

brothers and big10 champs

[1-800-iluvhockey]

PT 2

2/28/22 - Dylan’s livestream

[dadakinnskywalker]

my heart is beating quicker than it’s supposed to and I don’t think I can stay in the same room as you without falling from my skin and I’m falling falling and my heart just hit the ground and the rest of me is spilling out and this was supposed to be a poem about love and the way you make me feel like I’m wrapped in outer space, warm under a blanket of stars, like I’m safe but I’m burning alive and stars aren’t as pretty when they’re hot in your throat and you loved me you loved me last night but that was 16 hours ago and 16 hours doesn’t seem like enough time to fall out of love but it is and 16 hours doesn’t seem like enough time to fix yourself because it’s not so I think I’ll stay here in the dark for awhile because the sky is pitch-black without the stars and we fell asleep in love and I’m the only one who woke up and I’ve been shaking you and you won’t hold my hand like I need you to and I miss you I miss you and I bet that when she kisses you she can’t taste the little cracks in your chest or the reasons you won’t call your father back like I do I fucking do and I see the entire world in you and all you see in me is a black hole and you used to like the way I laughed and the way I tuck my hair behind my ear when I’m nervous but that was 16 hours ago and apparently 16 hours is enough time to fall out of love”

Brie Sarita