i am no longer writing for the wrestling fandom and this blog is now only for rpf reblogs. i didn’t want to delete it because it would be such a waste so it’s just archived.
summary: as your relationship with fraser blooms, the realization of how good-looking he is in his glasses hits you stronger and stronger each time
warnings: swearing, slightly suggestive but nothing more than kissing happens
wc: 2k
note: hello my friends, wish i could tell you a bit more about how i came up with the concept behind this fic but the truth is i’m just a slut for four-eyed people (also hello eli i promised you this one)
“what’re you staring at?”
the question brought you out of your trance.
your boyfriend interrupted the comfortable silence that had fallen upon the two of you, with his usual amused voice. the two of you were sitting at a table in your favourite restaurant, dim lighting and the smell of spices and freshly cooked food engulfing you in warmth.
he wasn’t wrong by any means, you were staring at him as he mindlessly scrolled through his phone from his chair in front of you, ogling him like he was a piece of meat. however, it’s not like you could be blamed: he looked like a sight, with his messed up curls and the clear-rimmed glasses covering the top half of his face.
there was no denying that he was great looking, you’d even noticed the way the girls sitting at the table to your left kept stealing glances.
sometimes, you just had to indulge in some staring. it was an urge too strong to resist, that night even stronger than usual. there was something so alluring about fraser, a magnetic pull that seemed to hold you hostage.
still, you brushed it off with a hand gesture.
“nothing, just… thinking.”
“‘bout what?” he asked, followed by a short and breathless laugh. the sound was so sweet your heart swooned.
“you, obviously.” you shrugged, corner of your mouth quirking up.
the conversation was left like that, hanging in the quietness as you two consumed your meal. fraser didn’t tell you then, but he felt the way your eyes seemed to burn onto his skin with every intense glance. he felt that bit of extra eagerness when you kissed him goodnight, later, hands clinging to his shirt and holding him close by the back of his neck.
you didn’t know what it was, but the way those glasses rested over the bridge of his nose seemed to add on to his beauty. he looked almost domestic, familiar.
at first, you thought it was an isolated case. you thought it might have had something to do with the season just starting, and the fact that you would unluckily stop having fraser all to yourself. in some way, maybe you subconsciously wanted to make the most out of the time you spent together.
~
you realized it wasn’t isolated at all a couple of days later, during a warmer day. you were resting on the couch with fraser, who was in a position that was somehow half sitting up and half laying down. the rays of the setting sun were creeping in from the blinds’ cracks, landing on him.
his face was perfectly illuminated, the muscles in his forearms accentuated by the contrasting shadows and orange hues. book in his hands and glasses perched on his face, he had that focused look that was so typical of him, with his eyebrows lightly furrowed and that small wrinkle forming between them that you always poked fun at.
he wasn’t looking at you, but you weren’t bothered by it. you took advantage of the situation to get ahead with your own to-dos, until you couldn’t anymore.
something in his face, maybe the way his outgrown curls rested effortlessly against his forehead, or even the slight twitching of his body, barely noticeable through the oversized t-shirt he was wearing, completely took over your attention. you wanted to let him read, you really did, but he was looking far too good for you to just sit down next to him without giving into the urge of invading his personal space.
so, that you did. your leg flew over his thighs as you straddled him. his hands lowered his book until it rested on his lap, pages open face down to avoid losing place.
those same hands reached for the glasses that rested on the bridge of his nose, but you stopped them with your own.
“keep them on.”
you smiled, not even maliciously, like it was obvious. it made him violently blush, apples of his cheeks turning a deep burgundy.
he was flushed, his words stuttered. “uh- what? like, my glasses?”
“of course, baby.”
your hands found their place on the sides of his neck, hold serving as leverage for you to pull his face towards you and press your lips to his, like you could barely breathe when they were apart.
what could he do, with the prettiest being sitting so comfortably on his lap like his stomach wasn’t getting all twisted up? he kissed you back, kissed you harder. of course he did.
“fuck, baby,” he whispered on your lips. “i love you so much.”
you wanted to say something, to whisper sweet words right back at him for hours to an end as you two were tangled in each other, but the words fled your mind the more you looked at him. he was your worst distraction. his lips were a little swollen, wet and with that pink tint that was so familiar.
your hands wandered, roaming underneath the hem of his shirt as you smirked against his lips and swallowed each of his small gasps and cute sounds you couldn’t get enough of. fraser was addictive.
-
sharing your space with someone else had never been an easy task for you. you liked your independence, enjoyed some alone-time and preferred to do things at your own pace and at your own time. however, with fraser in your life, that had quickly changed.
every occasion was good enough to be with him, even for a brief moment. during breaks from class, between an errand and another or perhaps during the night - after a ridiculously busy day -, you wouldn’t dream of spending it any further than glued to fraser’s side.
both of your days had been filled to the brim with things to do, between his training and your own work, the only way to optimize your shared moments was to meet around dinner time and spend the rest of the evening together.
“we’ll cook something together, as long as you promise not to make fun of my cooking skills, and then we could rewatch ‘good will hunting’ for, like what, the fifth time?” he’d told you on the phone, knowing perfectly the way to win you over.
so, he showed up to your house in sweats and with his hair still damp from a shower, specs in their usual spot on the bridge of his nose, with a bag full of groceries and another full of snacks, to ‘fuel your brains and keep your attention high’, he’d said.
you wasted no time in getting into the kitchen, with your roles already defined: you were handling the pasta and its respective sauce as he mixed the side salad. as you worked on your respective tasks, you both caught up on each other’s day.
however, you felt restless.
you couldn’t help but glance over at fraser every couple of minutes, trying to be as discreet as possible. your eyes were like glued to him, your hands nearly twitched in frustration. it was unfair for him to look that good and expect you to just stand there and do nothing about it.
so, as he was busy chopping up some tomatoes, you snuck your way behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, head resting against his shoulder.
like it was his only duty in the world, he dropped everything that was in his hands and turned around to face you. his hands found the sides of your neck as he leaned down, connecting your lips in a sweet, tender kiss. you took advantage of it and circled his neck with your arms, pulling him down towards you as you peppered kisses all over his face. you made it your life mission not to leave a single inch untouched. fraser laughed, hugging you tighter.
“someone’s feeling clingy, tonight.”
“i’m just kinda glad you’re not wearing contacts.” you mumbled, slurred against his lips as you kissed him once more.
“yeah, i avoid keeping them in for too long ‘cause there’s a higher risk of infection and i don-“ he said, abruptly interrupting himself with a chuckle, burying his face into your neck. “sorry, i’m rambling.”
“i’d listen to you talk about eye infections for hours, fras.”
he leaned back against the counter, still pinkish in the face. his hands pulled you in closer, his lips pressed a firm kiss against the top of your head as you snuggled closer to him. you swore you could’ve spent forever like that, hushed in that cloud of domesticity and serenity that felt like a breath of fresh air in a world of chaos.
fraser interrupted your stream of thoughts, voice lower than usual, almost trying not to break the moment.
“you’re the best, you know that?”
“unfortunately, that spot’s reserved to you. i’m just a close second.” you replied, jokingly rolling your eyes as your lips quirked into a smile.
the two of you nearly let your pasta sauce burn down, and you definitely ate too much chocolate as you laid on the couch in front of the movie, but you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t worth it.
~
not even a couple of days had passed before it happened again. you’d decided to meet up for breakfast early in the morning, and he had been waiting in his car outside your building for mere minutes before you showed up, opening the door and sliding in like you owned the place.
it took you a second to shift your gaze on him and, when you did, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to contain yourself. fraser was wearing his glasses instead of the usual contacts, his hair was still messy and tousled from sleep, his shirt was oddly tight, highlighting the bulging of his muscles in all the right spots.
with the rays of sun hitting him, he looked like a greek statue, or a rom-com love interest, or perhaps the love of your life. a dream nonetheless. you tried to hold back, tried to close the distance between the two of you with pure intentions, to exchange a quick peck like you always did when you met up to go somewhere.
your lips connected with his for what seemed like a fragment of a second, you looked back up at him and, as your hands came up to hold the back of his head and pull him into another kiss, the both of you knew you were done for.
you kept him close, with your tongue exploring every corner of his mouth like your life depended on it, and fraser couldn’t do anything other than kissing you back and moaning against your lips. those soft, sweet moans that were for your ears only.
he only pulled away once he was completely out of breath, his hair now even messier from you running your fingers through it and his face and neck adorably red.
he kept his eyes on you as you looked at him like you owed him the world.
his lips curved into a smile, contorting his face enough to show those adorable dimples of his. you could’ve spent the entire day staring at his face, focusing on every ridge, every furrow, every little mole scattered across his skin. yet, his voice brought you back to reality.
“good morning, by the way. what’s gotten into you lately?” he asked with a chuckle, leaning forward to buckle your seatbelt for you.
you responded with a smug smile, slouching back into the seat.
“i don’t know. i like your glasses, i guess.”
his face reddened even more, he felt like his skin was on fire. fraser was sure he felt his brain short-circuiting when he felt your hand resting on his thigh, and he had to make a great effort to keep focusing on the road instead of pulling you out of the car and straight back in your bed.
he wouldn’t have said it out loud but, after that day, he started wearing his glasses more often than not — at least around you.
request: “fraser x hughes!sister. maybe fraser and reader are in a bit of a fight, and both are too stubborn to cave first, but reader is just whining to all her brothers about how much she misses him and wants his hugs etc, so they basically just lead them to each other and then it’s very very mushy and fraser and reader are back to their lovey selves in no time”
warnings: swearing
wc: 2.7k
note: we see each other again, my fellow fraser fans ;D anyways this request was kind of everything to me
the summer time was possibly the only occasion you had of rejoining your family altogether.
there was something so sacred about those few months where you did nothing but spend time with the people you were closest to on earth, especially after fleeting, occasional meetings around the holidays that were never enough to even catch up with each other’s lives.
most of your friends loathed the thought of being coerced into spend time with their families, whilst you quietly felt a longing for it.
that summer, in that same house your family had bought when you were fifteen and that owned some of your fondest memories and people, you weren’t quite there.
a few things had added up to your stress during those last days in the city, right before you left: packing your suitcase, handling some paperwork, your last well rounded studying sessions. you were as tense as a violin string.
all of it led to your last meeting with your boyfriend resulting in a fight.
possibly, a part of you felt crestfallen by the thought of being away from him for long, interminable weeks. it was still vivid in your head, the way you’d yelled at him for something as stupid and meaningless as leaving a bottle of water open.
“look, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to do it.” he’d said softly, after letting you angrily rant at him in silence. “do you want to sit down and talk about it?”
“i can’t sit down, my plane leaves in two hours!”
“fine. call me when you get there, okay?”
and for whatever reason, either anger or embarrassment or even distress, you didn’t. when you crossed the front door, after surviving your parents’ infinite interrogation and putting up with your brothers’ usual, same childish antics, you couldn’t bring yourself to face the consequences of your actions.
the distance between you and fraser helped with that. sure, you missed him. sure, you were painfully aware of how much you’d messed up earlier, and you knew how thoughtful of him it had been to still show interest in you — when all he should’ve done was tell you off. still, all he got from you was a text.
you: i’m home, tired. don’t feel like talking
fras: okay, glad you’re home safe
fras: talk to you soon
that was it, until the following morning. no good night, no late-night call, nothing. just radio silence. you laid in bed, crying for so long your head started aching so bad you felt your temples pulsate. all because you had a terrible tendency to shut everyone off when you had a bad day, all because you were too stubborn to apologize.
fraser, on the other hand, pretended like nothing had happened. his text, however, were drier than usual. he refused to address the elephant in the room, refused to tell you that you’d acted like a complete idiot, that he was mad at you. he was keeping you on the hook, and it was working. you felt helpless, yearning for your boyfriend’s presence, to feel his arms wrapped firmly around you.
your life took a downward trajectory for the following couple of days. you loved spending time with your family, loved seeing those aunts and uncles you only saw once a year — that always seemed to occupy the guest rooms on rotation.
most of all, you loved hanging out with your brothers. sure, having three older brothers was not for the weak, and every extended period of time spent together turned into a playfight that you never won, but you wouldn’t have traded them for anything in the world.
yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to be your usual, cheerful self, and they noticed right away.
at first, the night of your arrival, none of the three mentioned it, afraid it might irritate you even further and hoping it would simply be a bad day — they all had one sometimes. by day three, they were already planning an emergency intervention.
thankfully, they’d asked your mother first.
“how about you boys calm down? maybe go for a ride with the boat, you know she loves it. ask her about it and she’ll open up.”
your mom’s suggestion made so much sense that it was nearly painful for the three boys to not have thought about it themselves.
a knock on your locked bedroom door startled you from the staring contest you were holding, with the ceiling as your opponent. you sat up in your bed, cleared your throat before mumbling a quiet ‘come in’.
the door cracked open, revealing your eldest brother. he had the usual apprehensive, knowing expression that told you he was there for you, no matter what. he didn’t even need words. he sat down on the edge of your bed and rubbed a comforting hand over your calf.
“put on a hoodie, we’re going out on the boat.”
“quinn, i don’t feel-“
“nuh-uh, you can’t refuse. family rules.” he shook his head, furrowing his brows.
the corners of your lips lifted for what seemed like the first time since you’d gotten there, and quinn’s face relaxed with your own. the thought of you being so sad you isolated yourself completely from all of them was eating him alive. that wasn’t happening, not to his baby sister, not on his watch.
you did as he said, grabbing an old sweatshirt of your dad’s that stayed in a drawer inside your room all year round, one you’d reserved for those summer evenings only.
the two of you rejoined jack and luke, already on the patio and too busy bickering with each other about god-knows-what to notice your presence. a fake cough from the eldest was enough to bring their attention to you.
your seats had been established more than ten years prior, and they’d never changed since: quinn behind the wheel, luke directly behind him to annoy him, and you and jack sprawled out across the cockpit.
“what’s up with you? i can’t see you like this, squeaks.” jack shook his head, nudging your shoulder with his own.
“i know, ‘m sorry i’m a bummer. i just-“ you trailed off, before deciding against revealing too much. “nothing, it’s nothing.”
the major reason why you kept everything to yourself ever since your arrival was because you were too scared of being a burden, or boring them to death with your silly problems. they had real issues to deal with: they’d struggled with injuries, burnouts and lack of rest for an entire year, you weren’t going to spoil the few moments of rest the three of them had to themselves.
you hoped the conversation would die down, you didn’t even think the other two boys were listening, with luke trying to untangle a bracelet and quinn focused on the horizon. the latter took the matter into his own hands once the boat came to a halt in the middle of the lake, full attention now on you.
“what’s that, we’re keeping secrets, now?”
“no, guys, it’s nothing. just a little argument with fraser’s all, i don’t want to bother you with ‘boyfriend stuff’.”
“hey, you’d never bother us! we might act like fucking idiots, but we’re here for you, y’know that?”
“luke’s right, you’d never bother us, especially not when something’s bringing you down this badly.”
“if he did something to you, i’ll show him-“
“no, he didn’t do anything, it was me.” you interrupted jack’s tough talk, body shaking with laughter before you sighed, regaining seriousness. “it’s not even a big deal, we talk and everything, i just… i miss him, and we haven’t seen each other in person since, so i still feel like there’s some unresolved stuff.”
“mhm, i see.” quinn hummed quietly, and you failed to see the gears shifting in his head.
being stranded in the middle of the water had always brought a freeing, relaxing feeling to you, especially if with your brothers. you recalled all of the fond memories of the four of you throughout your childhood, becoming fewer and fewer as the years passed and you grew up.
your brothers now spent most of their free time with their friends, and you couldn’t blame them for it. still, while longingly staring into the stunning marmoris that created with the rays of the setting sun, you wished you could be an eight year old once again, without a care in the world if not planning the following prank for luke.
✿
unaware of the plotting that was going on behind your back, after dinner you enjoyed the coolness and the chirping sound that echoed across your back patio in silence, laying on a lounge chair with a steaming mug in your hands.
luke’s head peeked out from the back door and he called your attention with a whistle.
“three rounds of go fish, mandatory. quinn’s gonna kill me if i don’t convince you.”
after laughing to his face, you agreed, mainly hoping to put their worries to rest. you sent a quick text to fraser, simple and short, to wish him a good night, then walked back inside the house.
as much as you hated disrupting such a convivial moment, you kept glancing over at your screen, hoping it would light up with a notification from your boyfriend. there was nothing from his side, your message seemed to have gotten lost in the void.
“hey,” jack nudged your elbow with his own, from his chair to your left. “he’ll reach out. you guys will be fine.”
those were stock phrases, purely made up to comfort people from spiraling completely. you were aware of it, yet, there was something oddly soothing that came with them, and the fact that your brother had been thoughtful enough to read your mind without you saying a single word.
the game continued among petty fights, your dad’s exasperated hushes coming from the living room and quinn and jack’s age old stratagems to cheat — not once had they ever gotten away with it.
still worried about fraser, about the fate of your relationship and the consequences of your actions, you somehow managed to enjoy yourself and escape the hell that was your mind, at least for a couple of hours. though the fatigue was getting to you, your ability to focus came intermittently.
“boys, i’m going to sleep.” you interrupted the chatter, standing up from the old, wicker chair. “thank you for putting up with me, today. love you.”
what you expected to be a choir of jokes and laughter, because you were being ‘sappy and soft’, was actually a round of hugs from each of the three. jack ruffled your hair in his usual and infuriating way, luke held you just shy of enough to suffocate you and quinn rested his chin on top of your head for an extra second.
“i know it makes you feel tall, but don’t flatter yourself too much.”
everyone erupted in laughter, and the boys shared a look that was worth more than a thousand words, grateful they could have their little sister back to normal, at least for an evening.
✿
you were completely unaware of it all, but the reason fraser had ignored your text wasn’t because he’d finally decided he didn’t want anything to do with you anymore. his phone was turned off, he was on a flight.
a flight to see you.
luke had reached out to him in the afternoon, telling him you weren’t doing too well and could use his company. god forbid fraser ever allowed you to be unhappy without trying his hardest to fix it.
“the door is open for you, man. just think about it, we’d love to have you here when you can.” quinn had chimed in, as the call’d been on speaker for its entirety.
that was all he needed to know. he’d booked a ticket for the first flight available and, with only three hours left, packed a suitcase in record time. he forgot his toothbrush and only brought one pair of socks, but it was unimportant. all that mattered was to see you and convince you that he was not mad at you. he could never be.
you did nothing but lightly stir during your peaceful sleep, even when the mattress dipped under fraser’s weight as he settled next to you the second he finished greeting your family, in clothes far too light for the breeze he’d met on his way there. even when his arms circled your middle and pulled you into his body, engulfing you with his familiar warmth, you unconsciously leaned back against him.
another few hours had passed when you did open your eyes. as you tried to blink the sleep away, you noticed the presence that surely hadn’t been there when you’d fallen asleep. a couple more blinks and you were able to put your boyfriend’s very distinct features into focus.
“fras? what are you doing here?” you slightly stammered.
he blinked a couple of times, slowly. his lips bent in a radiant smile as his hands rubbed against his eyelids.
“wanted to see you. needed to tell you how much i love you.”he whispered, voice still rough and slurred with sleep, so disarmingly charming it felt nearly painful.
fraser was quite a sight to behold, even at the crack of dawn. his hair was messy and sprawled out on the couch, his limbs were entangled with your own like perfectly-fitting puzzle pieces, the grin on his face highlighted the dips and dimples of his soft skin you liked to trace with your fingers in moments like that.
“i’m sorry for the other day. i was stressed and i took it out on you, i should-“
“hey, it’s okay. i was never mad to begin with.” he interrupted you, head shaking with laughter.
“i know, but you should’ve been.”
“you know i can’t be mad at you, like, ever.”
your eyes rolled as you ironically scoffed, all while your hands tugged at the fabric of his shirt to pull him closer. his arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into his chest in a hug that made you breathe again. one of his hands slowly moved to the back of your head, absentmindedly playing with some strands of hair.
you pressed a kiss to his neck, then to his jaw, to his cheek before your trail reached his lips. you swallowed fraser’s small gasp, mouth hungry, desperate over his own as your hands moved frantically across the expanse of his back.
“i love you, i don’t want to fight with you ever again.” you whispered against his lips, as he erupted in laughter.
“yeah, it’s a deal.”
the house came to life early in the morning, leaving you two no choice but to join the group of voices that came from downstairs, that you’d recognize among millions.
you climbed down the stairs step after step, fraser holding your hand and standing behind you, no further than two inches apart. the sound of sizzling pans and the smell of freshly cooked food welcomed you before any family member of yours, and your chest bloomed with contentment at the thought of being in your favourite place on the planet, with your favourite person in the world.
once the two of you got spotted, your three brothers - who you’d learned were the masterminds behind everything - went back to being their unbearable, insufferable and childish selves, cracking jokes left and right at your expense.
“hope you lovebirds know i couldn’t care less about what goes on between you two, i was just kind enough to put an end to your misery.” luke said, trying his best to sound stern. he failed miserably.
“shut up, you doofus. acting like you weren’t ripping your hair out yesterday.”
the whole kitchen table erupted in laughter, even fraser felt at ease as he held your hand under the table. your head leaned against his shoulder without a thought in the world, and he felt himself melt as his eyes never left you for a second.
“you guys are so dramatic.” you rolled your eyes, before glancing over at your mom behind the stove and your dad sitting on the couch, in front of the tv.
with your favourite men around you, life was never better.
summary: scarred by the past, frightened by what the people around you had experienced before you, you made up your mind: you didn’t want a relationship.
after meeting at a college party, will manages to mess with the only thing you’re sure of. you're still very much convinced you do not want to date anyone, let alone an athlete. yet, you find yourself constantly chasing after him
warnings: swearing, underage drinking, themes of self-sabotage, one mention of usage of drugs, hurt/comfort towards the end + gabe and leno get mentioned quite a bit
note: hiii, first time writing about smitty because i genuinely could not see the appeal up until like a month ago. i see it now, i sure do...
anyways, i truly hope u guys like this because i had a blast writing it!
the sun had been set for a couple of hours already, when you stepped outside of your dorm room. you hadn’t really planned it, but your study session was burning you out, and that text in your friends’ group chat that talked about a party in one of the flats off campus was sounding way too nice for you not to reconsider it.
it wasn’t going to be a full night out, just a quick five-minute run for a beer and a chat.
when you stepped in, you were welcomed by many familiar faces: the girl that was somehow always sitting at the table next to yours in the library, one of your course mates you tutored and, obviously, multiple friends, most of which were engaged in a beer pong match.
a couple of greetings later, you grabbed a cheap canned beer from the kitchen counter and cracked it open as you made your way through the living area, looking for a place to sit. it turned out to be one of the plastic chairs scattered around the room.
you leaned back in the chair, cramped and flushed, but still feeling the best you had all day. your eyelids closed slowly, you let yourself bask in the warm feeling of being surrounded by people and the loud music, slightly muffled by all the talking. it was chaotic, but it was familiar.
“smitty! c’mere, dude.” you heard a voice yell out from a distance, shortly followed by a deep sigh from your right side. your peace was officially interrupted.
you turned in your seat, unable to mind your own business, and you saw him. he was so charming, blond curls framing his face perfectly, slightly outgrown without looking unintentionally messy. yet, there was something about his expression that seemed stressed, almost uneasy.
you could’ve just dropped it. you should’ve, probably, but after a day spent with your head inside five different textbooks, you were craving some fun, an interaction, anything.
you caught the guy’s gaze with yours and nodded towards the hallway. “seems like someone’s looking for you.”
he looked almost surprised by you, and the fact that you were talking to him. he gave you a half-hearted scoff, “nah, he’ll be fine.”
it was unexpected to see him still looking directly at you, his whole body turning the slightest bit towards you, that would’ve been hardly noticeable to anyone else in the room. you sure did notice, though. you wanted to keep talking to him, you thought about coming up with an excuse, or trying to stay on topic and talk about his friend, but you gave up.
“what’s your name?” you asked, resting your elbow on the arm of the chair and your chin against your open palm, eyes analyzing his features.
he was cute, and had that boyish look that made you go crazy. his hair was that shade of blonde that you’d only ever seen on children, who’d eventually grown out of it. his eyes were sapphire blue and expressive, so round and big they felt like they could swallow you whole.
“will.” he introduced himself, one corner of his lips softly pulling up.
you could’ve stopped at your name, see what he would say next, but you didn’t. you did tell him your name, but also let your curiosity seep out. “what about ‘smitty’?” you questioned, again.
“that’s my last name.” he replied, with shrugging shoulders.
your eyebrows furrowed in honest confusion. “your last name’s smitty?”
he did his best to bite back a laugh, “no, it’s smith.”
at that point, you genuinely started to believe he was making fun of you. “…your name is will smith?” you posed the question, to which he answered with a nod and another suppressed giggle. “i don’t believe you one bit.” you spat out flatly.
he shot one single amused look at you as his hand slipped in the front pocket of his hoodie, fumbling while he looked around it for something. he extracted what he was looking for and held it out for you. there it was, the school id card, with his picture and his legal name.
your eyes somehow widened even more, and you bursted into a laughter. “oh my god, that’s ridiculous.”
he shook his head like you had just slapped him in the face, snatching the id from you hands. “wh- hey! that’s mean.”
you just played along and winked at him, still chuckling.
“you’ll survive, will smith.”
the rest of the night passed by easily: you two sat there and talked each other’s ears off. you covered so many different topics: you learnt several stories about his hockey tournaments, his family and teammates, what adapting to the college lifestyle had been like.
he told you he didn’t like parties, that he always thought something might’ve gone wrong there, that’s why he didn’t look like he was in his element at all. he was far more well-spoken and articulated than the average frat boys and college athletes you had encountered before — not that it took much.
it was endearing, to say the least; you could’ve listened to him for hours.
unfortunately, life had other plans for you: your friend dragged you out, almost forcefully, drunk and in need of someone trusted to help her get home. you barely had time to say goodbye to will, but you swore it wouldn’t be the last time you two saw each other.
you ended up laying in bed at three in the morning, wide awake, with a snoring girl beside you and a random boy you’d never seen before infesting your thoughts. sheets up to your chin, you decided to let it go and sleep it away, thinking it would be easy to forget those big blue eyes and that warm, syrupy smile.
everything kept going at its normal pace: you kept studying, tutoring your friends, hanging out when you were in the right mood. you just so happened to be in the mood almost everyday, and your eyes happened to scan around each room you entered, looking for someone.
neither you nor will had really made a step towards the other. you didn’t talk, text, you weren’t in contact by any means. you still searched for him everywhere, hoping he would just materialize in front of your eyes at the cafeteria or during one of your classes. classes that he wasn’t even supposed to attend to begin with.
you had never believed in old tales, especially never believed in the rhetoric that things happened when you least expected. that must’ve been why, when you decided to stretch your legs and go for a walk around the reservoir in the middle of campus, you sat down on a bench not expecting anything. not expecting him.
twenty minutes passed with you sitting cross-legged with a notebook in your hands, only ever bothered by the sound of crickets chirping in the distance or the evening joggers pacing around the area. the wind blew through your hair, getting you out of your head and preventing you from crashing out over your coursework.
a few people trotted along the trail in front of you. you didn’t bother raising your head from the papers in front of you, until you heard the sound of debris cracking under someone’s steps. they were decisive, and getting closer to you.
“you guys go on, i’ll be right back.”
you’d recognize that voice just about anywhere.
your eyes glanced up in his direction, settling on his frame right away. it felt like a weight lifted off your stomach, like you hadn’t gone completely crazy and imagined him, imagined the way you’d interacted, at that party. he was really there.
will was there, in front of you. he was with his friends, but had deliberately gone out of his way to approach you. you were even more convinced of him being different from the other college athletes you’d met before.
“well, hello, will smith.” you chirped, closing the notebook that was resting over your thighs.
his head shook giddily, he took a seat on the bench, next to you. suddenly, you became hyperaware of his closeness, the way you inhaled his scent everytime you took a breath, the fabric of the sweatshirt draped over his shoulders that touched your arm.
“are you seriously going to call me my full government name everytime we meet?” he sighed, face showing no sign of annoyance whatsoever.
“you’re lucky i can’t remember your middle name.”
his hand raised to cover his mouth, muffling a laugh. “what if i told you i have two?”
“no fucking way! you have to tell me, now.” you exclaimed, only to be welcomed by his shaking head. “that’s, like, a moral obligation. you can’t deny me of that!”
truthfully, having an extra reason to make fun of him might’ve been the highlight of the night. you tried to extort the information from him for a good ten minutes, going as far as to bribe him with the stale, half melted snickers bar in your bag. all that effort, to receive nothing but laughter in return.
a tall, dark haired boy, who you could swear you’d seen before, came up to you. he introduced himself as ryan, then told the blond sitting next to you that they needed to go, otherwise they would be late. you didn’t question it further, you didn’t think you were at that stage yet.
“i’ll see you around, yeah?” will said, turning his attention back to you. you nodded, giving both him and ryan a small smile, before they left you alone again with your books.
it had been merely a week since that evening, the wind was howling around campus as you made your way through the cobbled alleyways. another party. this time, you didn’t feel the need to take your mind off of anything. on the contrary, you hoped to come across the subject of all of your thoughts.
walking through the door of the nearby bustling bar, you were greeted by a couple of friends who were, for some reason, grouped up right by the entrance.
grouped with them was ryan, will’s friend you’d met at the lake, who seemed to be very close with one of your friends. of course he seemed familiar, you’d been forced to see pictures of him for months on end, accompanied by her screaming about how 'dreamy and sweet' he was.
the second his gaze settled on you, he treated you like you were a lifelong buddy of his: he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug before any of your much closer friends had a chance to.
“your boy’s over there!” he shouted after the round of greetings, pointing in the distance towards a small group, four or five boys, standing close to the counter.
your eyes fell onto that cascade of blonde locks that could belong to one person only. he must had gotten a haircut sometime between your meetings, hair now shorter on the back and the sides, but you could still see the strands effortlessly resting over his forehead as he turned around, taking a sip from his redbull can and talking to someone.
debating whether to walk over immediately or wait a second, settling in first, you stood there in silence for a while. will looked around absentmindedly, for some reason not expecting to spot your frame among the crowd in the slightest. his eyes met your own as he waved at you, hand gesturing for you to come closer.
you walked the few feet that were between you, approaching him with a tight-lipped smile and sweaty hands. he definitely didn’t need to know about the last part.
he took quick notice of you being empty handed. “let me get you a drink!” he exclaimed.
you tried to stop him, but all your complaints got ignored — he was already talking to the man behind the counter, asking for something you couldn't hear.
the speakers hanging from the wall were blasting the typical college bar music, those same overplayed rap songs that nobody really listened to in other contexts. you couldn’t say you enjoyed being there, but you forgot all about it when will turned around. he was holding a new can of redbull in one hand and a cup filled with what seemed like cola, mixed with god knows what, in the other.
“jack and coke,” he informed you, as if reading your mind. “hope it’s alright.”
“it’s more than okay, you didn’t have to.” you replied, apologetically, taking the cup from his hand. “thank you.”
he shrugged, not very smooth at hiding the blush spreading across his face. you couldn’t help the smug smile that appeared on your lips.
the two of you fell into conversation with the usual ease that characterized each of your meetings: you updated him on your exams - shocked that he remembered (and asked) about your modern history one -, he shared some highlights from the latest hockey games he and the team had played, then told you you needed to go watch him play, someday.
he took the opportunity to introduce you to some of his teammates, the boys he’d been talking to before you’d walked in.
he was approximate in the introductions with everyone besides gabe, his 'best friend and favourite roommate', or so the brown-haired boy had told you, despite will’s head vigorously shaking from behind him. gabe tried to tell you about something that had happened during class, but both of them kept cutting the story off with uncontrollable giggles.
you were genuinely confused, just trying to piece the anecdote together, when it clicked.
“are you high?”
gabe’s eyebrows shot up, his head turned in will’s direction as his head shook alarmedly, thinking you wouldn’t notice. “uh… no?” he blurted out, unsurely.
trying to keep up the nonchalant act was useless, especially when the two guys in front of you kept cackling like little kids. you ended up laughing with them, at their ridiculous behaviour and their vain attempt to return to the story they’d been trying to tell you.
“holy shit, you guys are crazy.” you chuckled, before another realization hit you. “isn’t that your second can?” you questioned, pointing at will’s hand.
“third, actually.” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. your hand reached out and grabbed the energy drink, snatching it from his hold despite his protests.
your third companion got stolen from you and will halfway through the night, leaving the two of you alone and sat in a booth, snacking on peanuts and sharing your drink as you chatted just about anything.
by one in the morning, most of the people had gone home, leaving you and a couple more night owls in the bar. will had left you for a couple of minutes, headed for the bathroom. he walked back and frantically searched in his pockets first, then on the table, on the floor, around the counter. whatever he was looking for, he surely didn’t look close to finding it.
“holy fucking shit!” he screeched, running his fingers through his own hair.
“what’s wrong?”
he looked your way, eyes red and wide. “i think i lost my id, fuck!” he thundered, taking his seat in front of you once again.
“maybe you just forgot it in your room. have you tried calling gabe?” you suggested.
his eyes lit up, like you had just discovered some ancient ruins out in the wild. you could barely suppress a laughter. phone in his hands, he fumbled through the contacts before he found his roommate’s, then pressed the ‘call’ button.
one, two, three rings, nothing. will let the phone ring some more, still nothing. he heard something from the other side and nearly jumped from the excitement, only to be greeted by the robotic sound of the voicemail. he threw his phone on the table, somehow managing not to crack the glass, and let his head hang low, supported only by his hands.
shaking your head, you picked it up as you tried your best to come up with a solution. he couldn't get into his flat without the id, and he would have had to wait until morning, at least, to contact the department and have them give him a new one.
you extended your hand, holding his phone for him to take. “hey, it’s fine. you can stay in my room and wait for him to pick up the phone.”
he took his head out of his hands, looking up at you. “are you sure you don’t mind? i don’t want to-“
you interrupted him. “will, it’s fine, just come with me.”
he stopped arguing, knowing it would be useless to keep going. he took a deep breath and gave you a firm nod, and you two started making your way through the small crowd and out the door. it took about ten minutes to reach your building, but it was oddly pleasant. the campus was quiet, dark, the soft breeze still carried that summery feeling.
will talked, he nearly talked too much, sometimes stumbling upon his own words. the stairs were the hardest part: he kept walking like he had two left feet, his weight solely sustained by the railings, and you kept having to shush his loud giggles, that risked you getting kicked out of your own dorm room.
“you’re so loud.” you whispered as you unlocked your room’s door, after telling him to quiet down for what seemed like the thousandth time.
one of his eyebrows shoot up, like what you’d just said was a personal affront to him. “is that supposed to be a drag?”
the door swung open and you rolled your eyes as you stepped inside, holding it open for him to mirror your actions.
“it’s supposed to be an observation, will.” you remarked, and he simply laughed.
the two of you sat together on your bed, backs against the wall, as you scrolled through your phone and he looked over from your shoulder, with curious eyes. that night, you learned will went out like a light when he was tired: one second he was laughing at a silly video showing up, the next one all you heard were soft snores and the static sound of his breathing.
when his phone lit up with an incoming call from gabe, you almost debated not waking him up and letting him stay in your room, but you went against it. your heart almost broke when you shook him awake, eyes like a deer’s in headlights as he tried to blink the sleep away. he agreed to meet gabe downstairs and walk back to their flat together.
once the call ended, his arms were quick to wrap around you, while you two were still sat on the mattress. he held you tight, like he was scared you could slip away from him, and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ to your ear, before getting up and leaving.
alone with yourself, the loud thumping of your heart became almost unbearable, and you knew you needed to sleep it off.
when you woke up the following morning, all wrapped in the blankets, you noticed a navy blue piece of fabric mixed in as well. a few blinks and you finally realized it was will’s sweatshirt, the one he’d rid himself of and discarded like he was in his own room.
in hindsight, you knew it was the perfect opportunity to see him again, and you should’ve been happy about it. but something about having to go to the rink to see will hit you with the reality you had tried to put off for the past weeks: he was a college athlete. it’s not like you didn’t know, because you did, you’d known since your very first meeting, at that party.
it was more like you brain had tried to shut that information out, mostly because he didn’t feel like one: he didn’t feel like the football player that had ghosted you after sending you nonstop texts, like the lacrosse player who had cheated on your friend with half of his english class, like any other guy that had made you stray away from the athlete-type.
perhaps you were being ridiculous, borderline delusional, but you truly believed he was different. so, that afternoon, you took your time getting ready. you wanted to look nice, wear something cool, but that was casual enough that it didn’t scream ‘i tried too hard’ — or worse, ‘i have a huge crush on you’. you didn’t. you definitely didn’t have a crush on will. you were going there out of pure love for the game.
it seemed foolish enough on its own, you didn’t need to label it as something so serious, at least not in your head.
after asking your friend, the one that had the hots for ryan, to tag along for the game, the two of you walked your way to the forum, surrounded by dark, tall trees and beams of sunlight. once you reached the entrance, standing on the few steps that led to the main door, you caught a glimpse of him. he was wearing a full black suit and his hair was gelled back.
you’d told yourself you were going out of your way to show up to a hockey game just to tell him about that damn sweater, but truly, it was because you couldn’t get him out of your head. you hated yourself for drooling over him more than you hated him for being so ridiculously beautiful.
he walked in without even noticing you were there, too busy chatting with his friends. you sighed in the most self-deprecating manner you could, before hooking your arm through your friend’s and walking inside.
the entirety of the game was spent staring at him whenever he was on the ice and desperately looking for him whenever he was on the bench, eyes darting left and right in search of that six on his back. you couldn’t help it, it was surely his fault for looking so good in red and having his eyes pop so much in the color.
the game ended with a home win for the team. ryan texted the girl sitting next to you, asking if the two of you wanted to go celebrate with them — the celebration being one or two drinks in the same bar as last time, since most of them had classes in the morning.
you waited outside of the facility, sitting on the steps with your friend, until you heard the faint - yet deeply distinguishable - sound of will’s laughter. he walked right by you, but you needed to get his attention.
“hey, will smith,” you joked, snorting when he turned around and jokingly rolled his eyes at the sound of his own name, “you forgot your sweater in my room.”
his mouth opened, eyebrows raising. “oh.” he mumbled, excusing himself to his friends as he walked the short distance between you. “uhm… i’ll just- i can come pick it up?” he stuttered slightly, like he couldn’t find the right words.
you chuckled at his poor attempts at forming a coherent sentence, then shrugged. “sure, whenever you want. i’ll be locked in, studying.”
the discourse died as quickly as it had started. he apologized for not greeting you properly and pulled you into a hug. he smelled fresh, with a hint of vanilla, and his arms around you caged you in a way that you knew would make you crave more.
you walked together to the bar, a couple of feet behind the others. it was a rather mundane evening, but you stood by each other’s side the entire time, and you got an extra chance to bond more with his friends, especially his roommates.
he ended up leaving earlier, the weariness from the game catching up to him. he told you he’d pick up the disregarded sweater some time later.
he was knocking on your door the following day, clock hands reading 9pm. you felt bad about giving him the sweater and letting him walk away like that, so you invited him to stay a little longer, watch a movie or something. you even let him pick the movie, surprised when he ended up choosing a cheesy romcom you would have never pictured him watching.
he was close, the side of your body was basically glued to his own, he had to lay his arm on the bed’s headboard, right behind your head, to make some space. the room on your twin bed was limited; you could smell his body wash with every breath you took, and you could feel his ribcage expanding with every breath he took.
sometime between scenes, your eyes swiftly moved from the screen to his own, only to find him already looking at you. he didn’t try to be sneaky about it, didn’t look away, he just held your gaze, with an unspoken intensity that was making the air grow thick.
“your eyes are so… blue.” you blurted out, before you could stop your mouth.
he scoffed, shaking his head lightly. “yeah, that i knew.”
“oh, fuck you.” you mumbled, before your arms locked around his neck and you pulled him into a kiss, lips slotting perfectly against each other’s.
a sigh slipped out of him, followed by a barely audible moan. some might consider it fucked up, but perhaps you got off on knowing that you had him wrapped around your finger. it was a fulfilling feeling that gave you that rush of adrenaline humans were addicted to, and got in trouble searching for.
and you were in trouble, because you were wrapped around his finger just as much. hell, you were all in it.
suddenly, you were hyper aware of your skin touching his, of the laptop being set on your nightstand, of his hands circling around your waist to pull you closer. his lips were soft, inviting, they made you want to give in. but you were still, teetering on the edge of a precipice that you’d caused yourself.
in the darkness and quietness of the room, only disturbed by the muffled sounds of your laboured breathing and the clicking of lips, you realized just how real it was. how real and scary and not concordant with what you'd decided for yourself it truly was.
were you ready to jump in?
you wished you could keep your spot on top of the cliff, with a single foot hanging from it. yet, you knew you couldn’t. you couldn’t keep him on the edge with you; he didn’t deserve to be swallowed by your paranoia and the habit you had of crossing bridges before you came to them.
you indulged in the moment a little longer, allowing yourself to feel the tenderness of his lips, the warmth of his breath crashing onto your face and the feeling of his hands roaming your body, before pulling away. you didn’t say a word, just placed the laptop back on your legs and started the movie from where you’d left off.
body smashed against the wall, you tried to keep your distance as much as you could. you thought about telling him something, that you shouldn’t have done that, that it was a mistake, but you couldn’t. it wasn’t the truth and you didn’t want him to feel like he’d done something wrong.
will didn’t comment your actions, just sat back in his spot as you finished your film. when he got up and told you he’d see you around, he expected something more than a smile and a wave, but that was all he got. the thought he might’ve messed something up crossed his mind briefly, but you definitely would’ve told him if anything had happened, right?
wrong.
the worst, most self-sabotaging part of you decided to avoid him at all costs. not only did you not reply to any of the texts he sent you, but you also made sure to avoid the spots you knew he’d be at, basically locking yourself in your room when you were not attending class. it lasted for about a week.
on a regular thursday, on your way back from the grocery store, you got off the bus and saw the oddly familiar figure. he was wearing a school-branded hoodie you’d seen him in a couple of times before, and was walking on the sidewalk with a few more people.
as sneakily as you could, you crossed the road and walked down the sidewalk on the opposite side of the road, making turns you weren’t used to and ending up taking the long way to your building, all to avoid confrontation.
it was for the better, you thought. you were doing him a favour: he didn’t need to be worrying about you and the stupid way your brain was wired — and you didn’t want him to be just another one of the many, more data to add to your hypothesis.
what you didn’t know was that your 'favour' was painfully, agonizingly slowly, killing will. he stayed up at night, replaying every moment you two had shared and overanalyzing it, trying to find the moment where it all went wrong.
he didn’t harass your phone with texts, he wasn’t that type of guy, but the radio silence from your side was destroying him. it didn’t help that you seemed to have completely disappeared from the surface of the earth.
when he saw you with the corner of his eye, on that thursday afternoon, he thought he’d seen a ghost. he was about to run to you, already wondering what you might tell him. he turned around, and you were walking the opposite way, already too far to even hear him call out your name.
he went back to the shared flat, face mournful and unable to hide it from his best friends, who called an immediate emergency meeting in the middle of the kitchen, between piles of dirty plates and takeout boxes.
he slouched back in his chair, hands running through his hair like he wanted to rip it all out. “i don’t know what the fuck i did wrong, guys, i’m serious.”
ryan and gabe stood in silence for a moment, looking at him, then at each other.
“talk to her, then.” ryan said, matter-of-factly, receiving a smack on the back of his head from the youngest of the three.
will groaned, head now falling onto the table. “how? she’s never around. the only time i see her, she changes direction to avoid me.” he nearly whined. he felt pathetic, but he was truly desperate.
gabe’s mouth opened, like he wanted to say something, before closing again. “wait outside her room?” he mumbled, but it ended up sounding more like a question.
“…that’s so creepy!”
“yeah, fine,” he admitted, raising his hands. “how about outside of class? you know where she studies, right?”
the following morning, will asked - or, well, forced - ryan to have your best friend send him the specific timing of your classes for the day. he wasn’t going to give you up, not without a reason.
he showed up outside of your classroom ten minutes before the end of the lecture, bolts of adrenaline running through his body at the mere idea of seeing you and finally speaking to you after what seemed like an eternity — in reality, it had only been a few days.
you, on the other hand, shoved your things into your bag and made your way out of the door and into the hallway, expecting anything but to see will standing right next to the doorway, arms crossed to his chest and foot tapping continuously against the floor.
his eyes raised to look at you the second you stepped out, and you knew there was no sneaking away left to do.
fuck.
will didn’t look mad, rather sad. it shattered you, but you couldn’t give in. you couldn’t afford to be disappointed by him, not after you’d idealized him so much in your head, pictured him as the perfect guy and everything. you wanted to relive the memories you’d made together for the rest of your life while being locked inside a stone fortress, where nothing and nobody could ever hurt you.
but he’d gotten in the way of that process, and was standing in front of you, gaze heavy with unanswered questions and doubts.
“why are you running from me?” he spat out, after a minute of just looking into each other’s eyes and waiting for the other to cede.
you shrugged, like you had nothing to do with the discourse. “what are you talking about?”
he knitted his brows, a quiet scoff slipping past his lips. “you keep running away everytime i try to talk to you. you literally crossed the road yesterday just to avoid me.”
“excuse me?” you nearly gasped, startled that he’d even noticed it. “what’s your problem, will?”
“no, what the fuck is your problem?” he asked, voice slightly louder as the rasp in it got more prominent. it all just made him seem ten times more attractive, and you hated it.
you sighed, running a hand down your face, probably smudging your mascara in the process. that was a hell of a question, and you truly wished you had an answer for him. you didn’t even have one for yourself.
“just leave it, alright? forget it.”
his head shook violently. “i can’t, i keep thinking about it… what happened in your room. did i do something wrong?” he asked, “we can just pretend it nev-“
you interrupted him, simply because you were sure you would’ve started crying if you didn’t. “no, it’s not you. leave it, will, i’m serious.” you practically begged, holding yourself in one piece with all the mental strength you had.
he was getting frustrated, and you couldn’t blame him. his arms fell to his sides, as one of his hands hurriedly ran through his hair the same way it always did.
“what have i even done to you?”
“nothing, just drop it.” you repeated, shaking your head once more. you turned on your heels and started walking towards the hallway, unable to keep up with the façade you’d given yourself.
“please, just tell me.” he lunged forward and stopped you in your tracks, holding your wrist in his hand. “please.” he whispered, reaching for your other wrist with his free hand.
he was suddenly close, very close. the musky scent of his cologne was punching its way up your nostrils.
“you’re insufferable, you know that?” you whispered, not fully sure he even heard that.
your hands flew to his face, resting against his cheeks as you took that extra step forward, closing the distance between you two. your lips smashed against his hungrily, like you needed that contact to survive. you were sure you did.
will nearly tumbled backwards, holding himself up with an arm against the wall behind him. it took him a second to realize what was actually happening: it wasn’t a dream, you were indeed kissing him, your tongue was actually tracing the outline of his bottom lip, your fingers were really tangled in his hair.
the two of you only pulled away because you realized that, despite the lack of sounds and people around you, you were still standing in the middle of a school building, panting like dogs and flushed in the face.
will was a sight, with tousled hair and those wet eyes of his, chest rising and falling quickly with his breathing.
“i’m sorry, i’m an idiot.” you murmured, to yourself more than him.
why would you willingly prevent yourself from experiencing a relationship? because the first one hadn’t gone as planned, because you were surrounded by failing couples and were terrified of ending up in the same situation?
it was ridiculous, and you were realizing it as your eyes stared into will’s, desiring nothing more than to be snuggled up to him in your room, talking about everything and nothing at the same time.
with a heart beating so fast that you thought it might burst out of your chest, you apologized. you apologized to the boy in front of him for acting like a total jerk, you told him it wasn’t his fault, that it was a mental thing of yours. he listened, not saying a single word, before wrapping his arm around your shoulders and walking you towards the door — and then outside.
while the two of you wandered around, with nowhere specific to be, you continued your rambling in detail. you told him why you’d acted that way, what scared you the most about your own feelings for him, that you had to live with unhealthy coping mechanisms.
he understood, of course he did. he didn’t question it any further, just reassured you enough for you to melt into his arms as you pulled him into a hug. he smiled to himself, hands caressing up and down your back with a care that was astonishing.
your lashes fluttered against his shoulder, arms wrapping tighter around his middle. you weren’t letting him go, not again.
maybe you could love as carelessly as you’d always hoped.
Hey love! Congrats on 100! Here's to more in the future 🥂 May I please have Fraser Minten smut with ²¹³⁾ “oh captain, my captai- “. Maybe one where he has a kink for being called captain 🤭🤭 Thank you so very much and congratulations again ❤️❤️❤️
ngl when i read this i had to go reconnect with nature for a sec, bless your heart for sending me this ily and thank you sm (i love captain mints) (also this is ideally set during the wjc where he was actually the captain for team canada but there’s no mention of it anywhere, it just says it’s abroad)
warnings: nsfw! unprotected p in v, swearing
it started purely as a joke. fraser asked you to bring over a cup of water while you were in the kitchen and you’d told him ‘of course, captain’, purely to mess with him. he didn’t say anything about it, just looked at you with a small, soft grin and shook his head.
then, it happened again. you joined him at the rink to bring him a towel he’d forgotten at home. he thanked you and apologized for making you go all the way there just for him.
“anything for the captain.” you said, shrugging like your smile didn’t reach your ears.
his cheeks reddened slightly, he mumbled something under his breath before skating away. you didn’t think much of that either, it seemed like a fairly normal reaction.
later on, when he got on actual captain duties, leading the team through the tournament, you made sure to mention it less; you didn’t want to add any more pressure to what he already put on himself.
the days went by too slowly: with fraser being constantly occupied with training, all you could really do was explore your surroundings, making the most out of your time abroad. in the evenings, however, he was all yours.
in a bar, surrounded by music, flashing lights and some friends, you slipped. not literally, but you ran your mouth without thinking. you dropped a paper towel under the table and, when coming up after grabbing it, your thoughtful angel of a boyfriend made sure to cover the edge of the table with his hand, to avoid you hitting your head on it.
one of his teammates mentioned something about him being ‘so considerate’, in a joking manner.
“he sure is, my captain.” you replied, arm wrapping around fraser’s middle as you scooted closer to him.
that’s when you noticed. fraser didn’t reply to your comment with words, instead letting out a quiet, almost nervous sounding giggle as he fumbled with the pocket of his hoodie. you didn’t even mean to look, but you caught a glimpse, with the corner of your eye, of a growing bulge that wasn’t there until a minute earlier.
after connecting the dots, you fell back into conversation and waited patiently for it to be time to head back to the hotel. and when you did, fraser barely had time to walk through the door, before you pulled him into a wet, heated kiss.
“what’s gotten into you?” he laughed against your lips, hands coming up to hold the sides of your face.
you were reluctant as you pulled away, taking a step back. “i can’t kiss my boyfriend, now?”
“you know i would never complain.” he mumbled, smiling softly as he tossed his shirt away, sitting on the edge of the bed bare-chested and with flushed, pink cheeks.
you strolled over towards him, and he beckoned for you to sit on his lap. “you know what?” you chirped, taking your place perched on his thighs. “i think i’m enjoying the fact that you’re the captain.”
your words ran through fraser’s body, in a straight line along his spine, spreading a tingling sensation into his flesh.
“and i think you’re enjoying it too, mh?”
right as he was about to question your words, your hand wandered lower, disappearing under the waistband of his pants. your warm, firm palm rubbing against the hardness he’d tried so bad to hide forced a moan past his lips, directly onto your own.
his body shuddered visibly as his hips raised and tried to grind onto your hand, looking for friction. your eyes were glued to him, to his scrunched up face, the way his lip was trapped between his teeth. you couldn’t refrain from leaning in and pressing a kiss against the supple skin of his neck, then another, and another, forming a trail across his throat.
“oh captain, my captai-“ you whispered against the shell of his ear, interrupted by fraser wrapping his arms around your middle, flipping you over and having you laid down beneath him, with your legs spread to accommodate his frame.
his lips attacked yours with that lustful hunger he usually forced himself to contain, but somehow couldn’t. with his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip, his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth like it was on a mission and his hands wandering everywhere on you, your mind got so clouded with want that you barely registered your - and his - clothes being torn off.
it felt hurried, rushed, until it didn’t: the skin-on-skin contact was enough to slow your breathing down, your touch up and down his chest became delicate, almost sacred.
“i fucking love when you call me that.” he cooed, face hidden into the crook of your neck as his lips peppered kisses on your skin.
“call you what?” you teased, hand coming up to thread your fingers into his curls. “my captain?” you continued, leaving a fluttering kiss on his temple.
he let out a sound halfway between a hiss and a moan, reluctantly pulling away from his spot to look into your eyes, big and watery and full of desire. it nearly drove him crazy, seeing you like that.
his hand moved blindly against the duvet, only satisfied when his fingers laced with yours and he held your connected hands to the side of your head. his brows furrowed, the way they did when he was entirely concentrated on something. on you, specifically.
his hips moved against yours, grinding into you in a desperate attempt to get friction. your eyes bored into his, focused on his dilated pupils, the prominent vein on the side of his neck, even the singular curl falling onto his forehead.
the only thing bringing you back to reality was the mind-numbing stretch of your walls as he sank into you, slow and steady. your lips parted in an ‘o’ shape, with no sound coming out of them whatsoever. his hand gripped yours tighter, he kissed you deeply as he rocked back and forth inside you.
all you could do was gasp against his lips, sound swallowed by his kisses.
your nails raked down his back, surely leaving red marks in their trail that your captain was going to face some real locker room teasing for.
hi, it's me, it's auston :3 congrats on the 100. you're my favorite fraser minten so i was wondering if i can request him with ⁸¹⁾ “i’ve been having nightmares again.” (exes to lovers). thank you so much <33
my glorious lgbt icon auston :D ty my love, literally broke my own heart writing this because the concept of fraser experiencing sadness is horrible but good ending! yay! (also for some reason my blurbs always come out long asf my apologies)
warnings: swearing
you never thought you would end up in a similar situation. it’s not like it was uncommon for people to be invited to a birthday party and meet their exes there, it’s just that you never thought fraser would be the ex.
after spending close to a year together, basically attached to the hip, you truly hadn’t seen it coming. yet, on a warm friday afternoon, he’d told you he wasn’t in the right place mentally, that he wanted to make hockey his number one priority and he didn’t want to hurt you any further in the process.
you couldn’t even bring yourself to be mad. you were his biggest supporter, after all. you were just deeply concerned; it took a lot of pushing for him to confess that he’d had some terrifying nightmares, that had ultimately instilled a fear of failure and not being enough in his mind.
quite frankly, fraser thought he was going insane, and didn’t want to bring you down with him. he didn’t tell you this, though. he just said it was for the better.
all you could do was let him go. you were hurt, you didn’t understand his reasons, but you let him go. that lasted three weeks, when you showed up at a friend’s birthday, and fraser was standing there.
the second your eyes set on his frame, the undying love you had for him resurfaced like it had never really been gone. he wasn’t even facing you, but his back and his overly ruffled curls were enough for you to recognize him.
after spending hours doing your best to avoid him, running from a corner of the room to the other like a pinball, you found him standing right behind you in line to grab a drink. you swore you could drown in those crystalline eyes, that weren’t crinkled with the usual warm, tight-lipped smile he often sported.
his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, almost as if he hadn’t planned being right there, so close to you. “hey.” he said, voice bearing a slight shake.
“hey, fras. what’s up?” you greeted back, using all your self-control and patience to act like nothing had happened. he already looked like a shell of a man, you weren’t going to add up to it.
“i’m sorry. about… you know.” he sighed, frustratedly running a hand down his face. “i fucked everything up. i’m-“
you felt like you could cry just by seeing him so hurt, barely recognisable. barely your fraser. you interrupted him, you had to. “hey, what’s wrong now? i thought you said it was for the better.”
he mustered up enough courage to confess, quietly, “i’ve been having nightmares again.”
that sentence alone was enough to bring back to your mind the multitude of times you’d woken up in the middle of the night, only to find him sitting on the bad, panting and mindlessly clutching at his chest, drenched in sweat.
“sorry, i-“ he whispered, shaking his head, “i don’t know why i told you.”
“no, we can talk about it, if it helps you.” you mumbled, hand reaching out to rub along his arm as an instinct. “i really want you to feel better, fras.”
his gaze dropped to your fingers, moving slowly across the length of his bicep. you froze into place. you knew that you were overstepping some unspoken boundaries. you were about to retract the hand, when he sighed and leaned against your touch. “it’s just… harder. i can’t rationalize my thoughts when i wake up and it’s all quiet.”
so, he missed you. “call me, anytime. even in the middle of the night.” you said and, for the first time in a while, you didn’t regret a single word that left your mouth. you continued, “and i know you’re gonna nod and tell me you will and then not do it, but i’m serious. just call me.”
fraser didn’t know how he managed to do that but, after a couple of nights spent fighting his own demons, he actually did call you. his hands were shaking around his phone, he put the call on speaker because he didn’t trust his hold to keep the phone up to his ear for too long.
and when you picked up, he heard shuffling sounds from the other side. “hey, what’s wrong?” you mumbled, with that sleepy voice that he’d always known he was gone for.
he wasn’t overly surprised at you picking up the phone at three in the morning. after all, you had told him to call you, that you would’ve answered no matter what, and he knew you well enough to know that you would deliver on the promise.
that wasn’t enough to stop the sense of guilt from spreading through his body.
“i- god, i’m sorry. you were asleep, i shouldn’t have-“ he started, before being interrupted by your voice.
it wasn’t mean or aggressive, but your tone was decisive. “fraser, stop it.” you said. “did you have another nightmare?”
he was quiet for a while, then sighed. “yeah.” he whispered.
“do you want to come over? i can make you some tea and we can talk about it.” you asked, and fraser thought his eyes were going to fall out of his orbits for how wide they’d gone.
you continued, as if you hadn’t been convincing enough, “or, not talk about it. whichever works best for you.”
god, he did want to come over. he wanted you to hold him, stroking his hair the way you always used to, tell him that everything was going to be okay.
the worst part was that he knew you would have done all of it, if he’d let you.
the two of you ended up sitting on your couch, with a steaming mug each. your legs were up to your chest and your chin was resting on your knees as you listened attentively to his every word.
he told you everything that he’d seen in his sleep, not sparing any details, then witnessed his deepest wish manifest itself in front of his eyes.
placing your cup on the coffee table, you scooted over towards him. your arm wrapped around his shoulder with the unspeakable ease of someone who used to share such moments on the daily. someone like the two of you.
the only thing fraser could do was snuggle closer to you, reveling in the feeling of warmth your body brought to his. his head dropped to rest against your chest, and the only sound you heard was his sniffling. he had never regretted anything more in his life than pushing you away, when you were the one thing that truly helped him.
holding him close, you ran your fingers through his hair as you whispered the assurances that he needed. ‘it’s going to be okay’, ‘i’m right here’, ‘you can stay if you want’. he believed all of it.
yes hi hello, i am still alive. i still don't write fics for wrestling but i'm gonna use this to reblog hockey fics and if i ever want to write hockey fanfiction
baeee congrats on the milestone!! can i request a comfort fic with minty & #3 where him and reader got into a fight and are working to patch things up? thank you!!
thank you lovely!!! <333 this was such a cute prompt, i loved it sm :’)
warnings: swearing, unwanted approach by a stranger in a bar (there’s no in depth description of anything, just a mere mention)
he raised his voice at you. you knew it wouldn’t count as an excuse, but he raised his voice at you, and you didn’t like that. you couldn’t get over how weird it was to see fraser, ever so delicate and gentle, get so exasperated with you he switched his usually quiet and high pitched tone with an annoyed one.
it was never that serious to begin with, at least according to you. you’d gone through worse arguments keeping more composure. according to fraser, though, it was infuriating when you kept things from him. it was even more infuriating when you kept things from him because you ‘didn’t want to bother him’.
that was the one sentence that had him fuming every time it left your lips. he despised the fact that, no matter what he said to you, you thought you could ever be a burden to him, that your feelings wouldn’t interest him. that your feelings didn’t mean the world to him, and he wouldn’t have personally fought anyone that ever made you uncomfortable.
fighting is what he should’ve done at the bar, barely an hour before the two of you had the argument. when a creep approached you, touched your arm, made you feel uncomfortable, he should’ve been there to punch him in the face and make him regret bothering you.
instead, he was too busy talking to his friends, on the other side of the room. he would have never learnt about it, had your best friend not mentioned it to him while he was on his way out, right behind you.
“go check on her, she was pretty pissed off when she left. i’m just glad that freak got out of her way before things got out of hand.” she said, shrugging like she hadn’t just shattered his heart.
he was convinced you would’ve told him about it once in his car, that you were going to vent to him and tell him everything. you talked to him, yes, but about literally anything else. the bartender getting your drink wrong, your friend’s brother breaking his leg. anything, but the elephant in the room.
once you got inside the house, he asked you, “why didn’t you tell me there was a guy bothering you?”
you stopped in your tracks, surprised that he knew, and even more surprised that he decided to bring it up. “it wasn’t a big deal.” you said, and you meant it.
“it was. you should’ve called me, i could’ve handled it.”
that’s when things started getting heated. it’s not like he called you an idiot, it was the implication of him needing to sort your stuff out for you, like you wouldn’t be able to do it yourself, that got you. you had channeled some anger from earlier in the evening, and your answers started sounding more sharp and bitter than intended.
fraser, ever so patient, tried his best to explain himself, that he would never suggest you were incapable of something, that he just wanted to look after you out of love and that sense of protection, with a little bit of pride mixed in. it was just a never ending series of misunderstandings, that kept on fueling each other’s rage.
he didn’t yell at you, you weren’t even sure he knew how to do that at all, always the quiet and collected type. his voice got louder, but he wasn’t mean.
“fucking fine, do whatever you want, then. i’m going to bed.” he concluded the conversation, sighing deeply as he walked away into the hallway.
a part of you was glad he’d put an end to your arguing. the other part was absolutely furious he was failing to understand the point you had tried to hard to get across. you huffed, sitting on the couch. you wanted to clear your mind, to stay by yourself for a little while.
reaching for the remote, you turned the tv on, keeping the volume to a minimum. you thought watching old sitcoms reruns would help you blow off some steam, recollect your thoughts and feelings. the only thing it did was facilitate your sleep, without you realizing.
you woke up to the feeling of a hand on your shoulder, shaking you with such daintiness you wouldn’t have noticed, had you been more tired. it took a couple of seconds for you to blink the sleep away, and your sight set on fraser, sitting down by your side, surrounded by the gleaming rays of sun coming through the window. how was it morning already?
arms stretching over your head, you moved to a sitting position, facing your boyfriend who was looking at you in silence, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed and biting the inside of his cheek. you looked right back at him, feeling something similar to guilt forming in the pit of your stomach.
“you never came to bed last night.” he said, voice still rough from sleep, eyes darting away from yours, “i was waiting for you.”
“yeah, sorry. must’ve fallen asleep with the tv on.” you said, taking a deep breath.
he nodded towards the kitchen, got up and walked towards the door. you got the hint and followed quickly, bare feet moving across the cold, wooden floor. fraser was standing near the counter, paper bag in his hand, which he offered to you.
“i got them earlier. knew they stop baking them after 10.” he mumbled, as you peered at the content of the bag. two croissants, the unmistakable ones from your favorite bakery. the ones the two of you shared on those rare slow and lazy mornings, hugged by the sun and inebriated by the smell of sugary butter, lost in each other’s laugh and voice.
“thank you, fras. you didn’t have to.” you breathed, quiet as if you were scared to say it out loud.
the room went quiet for a minute, fraser was still leaning against the counter. he broke the silence first, “i’m sorry, baby. i really am. i know you can resolve your own issues, i just…” he trailed off, running a hand through his messy, tousled hair, “i guess i want to make it as easy for you as possible.”
you looked away, fighting back a single, silent tear that was threatening to spill from your eye. “i know. i’m sorry, i was pissed off and took it out on you.”
his eyebrows shoot up, like he wasn’t expecting you to say those words. he tried to protest, but you interrupted him before he had the chance, “i know you meant no harm.”
then, with voice barely above a whisper, you added, “i love you.”
the corners of his mouth moved upwards in that familiar smile, the one that accentuated the dimples under his eyes and that made you swoon every time.
he jokingly scoffed, “yeah, well, i love you more. what are we going to do about that?”
you simply rolled your eyes, lips mirroring his smile. it was a gimmick, you knew that. it didn’t stop you from walking towards him and slumping your body against his, comfortably between his arms as his lips pressed lovingly against the crown of your head.
Could I request planning to tell Kenny you’re pregnant but he stumbles upon the pregnancy test before you get the chance to tell him?
oopsie daisy
pairing: kenny omega x fem!reader
plot: after getting home from physical therapy, kenny is met with a big surprise.
genre: general
warning: no feminine pronouns but reader is anatomically female, pregnancy, some swearing, one (1) mention of an abortion, vomiting (morning sickness)
author's note: i don't feel very strongly about this topic, so i apologize if this is one of my weaker works #thebloodlineendswithme
after scrolling on google, on various parenting websites and consulting your friends, you still had no idea how to tell him the big news.
you weren't nervous per se, kenny's a husband who's great at communicating with you so you knew he wanted to have children, but this one, well, to put it plain and simple, is unplanned. whenever you and kenny talked about having children, he always used future tense. he has so much responsibility right now and you guessed he wasn't ready to take care of a child just yet. well maybe he should have thought of that before fucking you raw, shouldn't he?
the bottomline is you're pregnant and you don't plan on getting an abortion.
after all, you were sure kenny isn't going to leave you because of this and in the slim, slim instance where he does, you know you'll be able to take care of your mini you.
so now, the agenda on the calendar is telling him.
actually, you haven't been informed of this news for long. you've just been feeling ill in the past few days, mostly vomiting first thing in the morning, then you missed your period and with those things in mind, as well as the knowledge you and kenny haven't been using protection made you take the five minute walk to the nearest store and grab an armful of pregnancy tests. you knew those weren't always the most accurate, so you bought a few of them just to be sure. that same morning, you used each and every one of them and after you let some minutes pass, they've all shown the same results: pregnant.
you were ecstatic at first, squealing and throwing your hands up in the air, but then kenny entered your mind.
how would you tell him? he wouldn't be angry at the news, sure, but would be happy about it? and most importantly, what would you do if he wasn't?
you shoved the pregnancy test sticks into a random trash can in the house and went on your laptop - at first, you searched for different pregnancy symptoms for the first trimester, just to be sure. you experienced most, if not all of those - to search for different ways to tell your husband. i mean, your husband is kenny omega, a man of grand gestures and overdramatic actions, there was no way you were just going to come up him and break the news. where's the flavor in that?
all your hardwork was to no avail, though.
it was either too flashy, too old school, too effortless, too much effort for such a thing -- spend a thousand dollars on a pregnancy announcement is not in your daily planner, and really, can you blame yourself?
you quickly shut your laptop down when you heard your husband's car pull up on the driveway to continue cooking that night's dinner -- kenny's favorite since you thought you'd be confessing to him tonight and you'd need to butter him up a bit, turns out it's a false alarm.
"i'm back!" you heard him cheer as he toed off his shoes by the front door, quickly shuffling to the kitchen where you were once he got a whiff of what's cooking. "i'm home," he hummed, burying his face by your neck and placing a small kiss there, inhaling and savoring your scent -- the one that made him feel safe and okay wherever he is.
"welcome home." you hummed back at him, whispering it with the same delicacy he had, as if the entire universe would break if you spoke any louder. you shut the stove off and turned around so you'd be in his arms. you wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled into his chest, his warmth. "glad you're back, ken."
"yeah," he petted the top of your head. "i'm glad i'm home, too."
he let you hold him like that for a while, in comfortable silence before he realized he had to change. he just came from an appointment with his physical trainer, and he was sure he didn't smell the most pleasant.
he excused himself from you with a kiss to the cheek and went upstairs to take a quick bath and change into clean clothes.
you knew him well, well enough to expect him back downstairs with you, cuddled into the couch, watching your favorite show in fifteen minutes. and he was, fifteen minutes top, only what you didn't expect was the pale look on his face and the used pregnancy test in his hand -- all of them.
all of a sudden, the episode you were so invested in didn't seem very interesting anymore.
"is this.. what i think it is?"
you shot him an awkward smile which really looked more like a pained grimace. "if you think that's a pregnancy test, then yeah."
"how long?"
you looked down, unable to return the piercing gaze of his blue eyes. "i don't know. i just found out this morning, but i've been experiencing the symptoms for two weeks now."
he stayed silent, slowly processing the information given to him. "do you want it?"
your head snapped back at him. "yeah! yeah, of the i do, ken! it's ours. we've always talked about having a baby of our own, haven't we? and we're not getting any younger, babe. you're turning forty in a few years, i think this is the perfect time!" you gushed to him, inwardly cringing at your inability to control your mouth and think about what you wanted to say, organize your ideas.
there was a sigh at his lips, "i guess you're right. i plan on slowing down when i get back anyway. this is the time," he nodded at you while walking with open arms. "our own little family."
♡ so so gentle with you. wants to make sure you're comfortable with everything you're doing.
♡ really good at communicating. always asks you if you think you two are moving too fast, if you're okay with the pace of the relationship.
♡ makes sure to do everything thoroughly and properly. your first date, your first kiss, your first time, everything. he wants them to be memorable, that years from now, you'll look back at them fondly and with no regrets.
♡ honestly, he has a bit of a hard time. he's been in the dating scene for a while now, having multiple partners in the past few years so he doesn't exactly remember how it feels for the first time, how he should act, but he tries. he always talks about things with you.
♡ probably likes taking you to really cute dates, like picnic dates or dates with him in his house, watching a movie. his favorite movies are the ones that are really bad it's good.
♡ makes sure you don't feel pressured to kiss him or to do it with him.
♡ "hey, you sure you're okay with this? you know i can wait."
♡ you're on your tippy toes, stood on your front porch. he just took you to the cinema earlier to watch a good romcom, and now you have to bid him goodbye for time being.
♡ "no, no. i'm sure,"
♡ you whispered, leaning into him further then stopping, wanting him to meet you halfway and at your reassurance, he did.
♡ was really soft with you. lips moving slowly with yours. he could tell you didn't have much experience, so he didn't waste any moment and took charge of the situation.
♡ gently rested one hand on your lower back, the other on the back of your head and deepened the kiss.
♡ it was probably a good sign that kissing him came so naturally to you.
♡ he pulled away with a sparkle in his eye, one that was reserved for you and only you.
♡ he pecked your lips again and pulled away with a smile. "i guess i'll see you tomorrow."
♡ "guess so. drive home safe!"
♡ he doesn't care how weird it sounds. this man does his research. he rewatches old romcom and romance movies from his teen years. obviously, he knows the maturity level between you and the teen characters are much, much different, but still. it helps him gather ideas.
♡ i mean really, how could you date someone after kenny? this man raised the bar way too high. anyone who'll come after him is second place at best.
♡ unsurprisingly, it started with the three of you as friends. but of course, since you see each other so much, see the different sides, layers to each other, you three started to develop crushes on each other. soon enough, those crushes became falling in love.
♡ it was tough, especially for you since you were in love with two men who were friends. you didn't know who to choose (little did you know, you didn't have to)
♡ for them, they didn't know the other liked you for a long, long while so hangman didn't know kenny liked you and vice versa. they just found out when kenny was staring at you during a match with heart eyes. hangman's mouth worked faster than his brain and he quickly asked if his friend had a thing for you, which he did.
♡ obviously, kenny wasn't aware hangman has feelings for you as well so he thought telling him was harmless. and so he did.
♡ hangman's reaction was lackluster, to say the least which worried kenny. he asked him what was wrong and adam told him the truth.
♡ since then, there's been some kind of tension between them. kenny's competitive spirit increased tenfold and hangman didn't let himself get left behind. they tried to one up each other on everything and made themselves look like dumbasses while doing it. the only upside to it was that it made you laugh.
♡ for a long while, you shut your mouth. didn't ask them about the weird air that came between them which definitely wasn't there before.
♡ for a while they shrugged, pretending they didn't know what you were talking about. they didn't want to drag you into this mess. you were their friend, this is messy and they didn't want you to know about it, didn't want you to stress or get uncomfortable around them. that was the last thing they wanted.
♡ but after getting fed up, the young bucks were the ones to tell you about it. they could probably suck it up for a few more months, but they were well aware that you had a thing for the two curly blond men as well so what's the harm in spilling their secret?
♡ okay let me paint the picture for you. the bullet club was fresh off of a match, chilling in their locker room. in the elite's corner of the room, kenny and hangman were once again bickering about god knows what. it was always something stupid and nonsensical. it was, most of the time.
♡ upon further inspection, you learned it was about whether barbies count as action figures or not. how they arrived at that argument, you have no idea.
♡ anyway, you got a tad bit sick of it. this was their tenth argument in the past five days so you just threw your hands up in the air and asked them what was up and that you weren't taking "nothing's up" an answer.
♡ did that stop them from answering that? no.
♡ if you look at the bright side, at least they finally agreed on something.
♡ you were going to say something, clearly not believing nothing, but matt beat you to it.
♡ "they both have a thing for you so now they're all salty!"
♡ when i tell you that you could hear a pin drop.
♡ then chaos all at once.
♡ "what the fuck matt?" "why would you tell them??" "you better watch your back, asshole" "piece of shit"
♡ .. yeah it was a lot.
♡ "[y/n], that's not true, i promise,"
♡ hangman wasn't a very good liar so you tilted your head at him asked him for confirmation.
♡ "so you guys don't like me?" looking between hangman and kenny.
♡ they were speechless, only stutters coming out of their mouths until kenny sighed and asked if you could go outside of the room with then so you can talk. which you did.
♡ they both confessed to you, telling you they didn't actually want to do that because you already have enough on your plate. you didn't need their petty high school drama to go along with it.
♡ after that and some thinking, you confessed to them too.
♡ and since the three of you held feelings for each other, kenny, who's in a much better mindset now, asked if you two would be okay with being in a poly relationship which of course you were.
♡ the best person to be stuck with if you weren't raised in a snowy area and you've never experienced getting snowed in. being born and raised in canada had numerous perks, this is just one of them.
♡ when he took a peek at the window one day, he frowned and oh-so casually said "we're snowed in" as if a good percentage of your house wasn't literally covered in snow.
♡ showed no panic.
♡ brave boi kenny.
♡ if you were frightened, he'd spend a little more time in bed and just hold you for a few minutes, reassuring you that nothing bad would happen to the both of you, that he'd never let anything hurt you. once you've calmed down or if you weren't scared at all, he'd kiss the top of your head and take a peek at the pantry, checking if you guys still had enough food to eat for the next few days. and you guys do. kenny always made sure there was enough essentials in your house for whenever disasters like this strikes.
♡ this isn't his first rodeo.
♡ after that, he'd plop back in bed and huff. "it was snowing a lot last night. should have expected this."
♡ he just carries on with life like normal, except for the going outside part, obviously.
♡ loves to play board games!
♡ kenny has an endearing soft spot for those and now that you guys weren't able to commit to plans which involved going outside, you have so much more time to play them!
♡ go easy on his ass for your own good. he's so competitive and gets really pouty and cranky when he loses.
♡ you've probably let yourself lose a few games for the good of his ego.
♡ likes to make sure that you two don't eat more than you have to since you guys don't know how long you're snowed in, and you know, you kind of need the food, kinda can't run out of it at times like this, but the hot cocoa is free game.
♡ has an addiction to hot cocoa. he usually has it under control, but now when he's stuck at home, nothing separating him from the delicious, chocolatey goodness?? all self-control has flown out of the window. especially if you're the one who makes it?? boy is convinced it tastes a thousand times better.
♡ the only time he'll complain about being snowed in is if lasts for more than five days (man responsibilities!! and lots of them!) or if the power's gone with it.
♡ i mean, he gets to cuddle with you all day?? what's not to like?
♡ what's that? you're in college or you have work? you can do that while his arms are wrapped around you, his face snuggled into your tummy, can't you?
♡ what's that? he has work and the bucks are inviting him to a zoom call? you can lay on his chest no problem. after all, nick and matt already know how whipped this man is for you anyway.
♡ if the sight of the solid wall of snow makes you feel claustrophobic, he'll make sure it's always covered with the curtains. yeah, he has to check the progress everyday, he'll make sure to put them back properly though.
♡ he'll also make sure to use darker curtains, not those sheer ones that are barely covering anything.
♡ would honestly treat this as a mini vacation lmao.
Can I request a fluff/humor drabble of Kenny x Reader x Hangman going to a costume themed party but Hangman and Kenny wears the same costume?
a battle for affection
pairing: kenny omega x reader x hangman page
plot: this takes place early on in your relationship. your good friend adam cole and britt baker invited you to a halloween costume party and apparently your two boyfriends aren't used to sharing you yet.
genre: humor
warning: brief mentions of blood as part of a halloween costume.
author's note: look, i just want to be reader so bad alright? y/n really is that bitch. mf has every person on planet earth wrapped around their finger and you know what?? i'm jelly.
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"huh," there was a glint of something in their blue eyes when you told them the costume you planned to wear for adam and britt's halloween party, akin to mischief and a metaphorical lightbulb flickering above their heads. "okay. we'll all meet there, yeah?"
you nodded with a smile. "that's the plan." before they grinned down at you and pressed a kiss on both of your cheeks. "see there then!"
you didn't see them until the night of the actual party and in an uncharacteristic manner, they didn't blow up your phone moments prior. unknown to you, it was because they were excited for the party, or specifically to match with you at said party. while yes, they asked you who you were planning to dress up as because they were genuinely interested, they also did that because they wanted to sneakily match costumes with you. sure, they were well aware that you'd snort at them and call them a dork, but first of all, they were exactly that, and two, they got to match with you. the teasing you'll put them through will be worth it in their eyes.
the only thing was, they didn't know that the other had that in mind as well. kenny didn't know hangman was planning on buying a costume that went with yours and neither did hangman.
so finally, the day of the party came. there was still an hour until the start, so you took your time to make sure your costume looked amazing and taking a few photos of yourself while you're at it. the next time you found yourself glancing at the clock, it was already eight thirty in the evening so with one final look in the mirror, you smiled at your reflection - which scarily didn't look like you at all - and got out of your apartment and hailed a taxi cab.
if it was any other day, you probably would have gotten more than a few weirded out looks, but today is no ordinary day. today - or tonight to be more accurate - is october thirty first. children with bags full of candy littered the streets, their parents looking awfully tired, but still able to snap a hundred and one photos of their children trailed behind. there were already a few teenagers walking around and going to their friend's house albeit not a lot since in many people's books, it wasn't late enough just yet. while you could say the same thing, you want to be able to catch adam and britt and strike up a conversation before they get whisked up and socialize with everyone.
the driver who was a total sweetheart and wished for you to stay safe and actually looked like he meant it dropped you off of the house. you offered him a twenty dollar bill and told him to keep the change since you were in such a good mood.
then you walked up to the house that should've been familiar to you, given the many times you have visited it, but because it was decorated, it didn't feel as comfortable. in fact, the way it felt both friendly and unfriendly at the same time made the hair on the back of your neck stand.
you knocked on the door you've knocked on so many times before and was greeted by a bloodied britt baker, an equally bloodied adam cole by her side. "[y/n]!" she greeted you, pulling you into a hug, then passing you to her boyfriend who hugged you a little too tight in his greenish arms. "where's adam and kenny?" though your poly relationship was still fairly new and those two boys couldn't say they got the hang of sharing you yet, britt and adam already knew. they, along with the young bucks, were one of the first people to find out. much to your amusement, they laughed and told you they weren't surprised. when your two boyfriends wanted something - or someone, in this case - they wanted it. nothing on this earth would be able to stop them.
the conversation with them went longer than it felt and the next thing you know, the house was filled with guests, wrestlers, friends, and a few chosen family members alike.
when adam and britt excused themselves to entertain other people, you pulled out your phone, eyes furrowed, wondering how two six foot men weren't visible in your line of sight even once you have scanned the place one time, two times, three times, four.
they haven't texted you or anything. there was nothing in your groupchat either.
it was then that bryan danielson came up to you with a suspiciously large smile on his face, deep smile lines visible. "you've got to see this." he beckoned you to follow him, going back to where he was before calling you. all the wrestlers were snickering at something you were not able to see. "alright, [y/n]'s coming through." and just like with moses and the red sea, the crowd parted at the man's command.
you couldn't help the snort that came out of you, seeing the two men gasped at each other and looking on in disbelief.
they were wearing the exact same outfit, the one that was matching with yours.
sensing your presence, they turned to you at the exam same time with the exact same sheepish look on their face. "happy halloween...?"
If you do go on hiatus, I hope you get some good rest!! There is nothing wrong with taking a break or stepping away from something! Thank you for all of the insanely wonderful writing you've shared!!!!
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