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[thewintersoldierdisaster]

a/n: wow! you guys really liked the last svech fic 🥹 thanks for the love! have some more lol. title is lyrics from songbird by fleetwood mac and i am atrocious at coming up with titles so 🤷🏼‍♀️ writing for svech is so fun and is definitely shaking loose some of my writer’s block so i’m going to ride the wave as long as possible. also this got wildly long whoops

tw: some sexual innuendo, but nothing crazy graphic. also a lil bit of a breeding kink (sorry not sorry) and extreme cuteness and girl dad!svech if that’s something you need to be warned about 😇

summary: you and the baby surprise andrei at a game

Evie fights her nap, pushing her pacifier from her face and kicking her little pajama-clad legs in the air. You sigh and stroke her downy blonde hair, “Evie-bug, come on. Mama needs to get things done and you need a nap.”

“No!” Evie squeals, her favorite word. “No, no, no,” she chants and you’re starting to feel a little crazy.

She’s been fussy lately, in a sleep regression and fighting her naps. So you’re both a little overtired and cranky. You cross your arms over the crib railing and drop your head to rest on your forearms, accepting that you’ll probably just have to let her freak out for a bit until she wears herself out. Hopefully that doesn’t mess with your plans for the rest of the day.

A warm, broad hand lands in between your shoulder blades and the spicy scent of Andrei’s cologne surrounds you. “She’s being cranky, still?” he asks and you nod.

“I’ve basically given up,” you mumble. “A one-year-old on nap strike is my Waterloo.” You turn around, leaning your back against the railing and get a good look at your husband. His face is pulled into a sympathetic frown and he’s half dressed, blue suit pants sitting low on his hips. His hair is slicked back, getting a little long so it flips out into the cute little wings behind his ears. You love those little wings and reach up to twist your fingers into the ends of his hair, feeling your stress melt away with his proximity and the body heat coming off of his bare chest.

He chuckles a little at your joke and says, “Let me try,” leaning forward to kiss your forehead.

You scoot to the side, flinging one hand out in a ‘be my guest’ kind of gesture and watch as Evie immediately starts giggling happily when Andrei bends into her line of sight. The little traitor.

Not that you can blame her. You’ve been a giggly mess in Andrei’s presence for years now.

“Evgenia Svechnikova, are you giving your mama a hard time?” he says, clearly trying to maintain a stern tone, but fails spectacularly and ends up speaking in a baby-talk coo.

Evie giggles and reaches for him, babbling “Da, da, da,” until he lifts her out of the crib and settles her into the crook of his arm like she’s a six-pound infant again. Your ovaries twinge with want at the adorable sight - you’re never going to get over seeing Andrei be the best dad to your baby. She turns her little face and buries it against Andrei’s skin, immediately quieting and relaxing.

He bounces on the balls of his feet, humming a little under his breath. You pass him the pacifier Evie had discarded and he takes it, fluidly nudging it into her mouth when she yawns. Her eyelids grow heavy as Andrei rocks her, covering up the brown eyes that match his exactly. One hand pats her bottom gently and rhythmically and you watch, more than a little awed, as Evie slips right into sleep. He looks up and catches your eye, grinning smugly. He winks at you and you scowl playfully, flipping him off. A laugh bubbles in his chest, but he visibly smothers it so he doesn’t wake Evie. He sways for a few more minutes, still humming, and you watch him watch her. There are faint dark circles under his eyes from all the travel and the late nights with Evie when he is home, but his lips are curled in a soft, sweet smile and he just looks so right holding your daughter.

Once he’s satisfied that Evie’s fully asleep, Andrei carefully transitions her into the crib and you pull her little blanket up over her body. She shifts and you both freeze, staring at her as if she’s a ticking time-bomb, but all Evie does is sigh softly around her pacifier and relax into the mattress, flopping her arms to the side in a starfish position. You breathe a sigh of relief and click on the baby monitor before tiptoeing out of the nursery, Andrei hot on your heels. He pulls the door partly shut and turns to you, looking supremely satisfied with himself.

“Unbelievable,” you mutter, not even annoyed and just glad Evie’s down for a nap.

“She’s a daddy’s girl,” he replies smugly, laughing while he pulls you in for a hug. He kisses your temple and you inhale his scent.

“She’s not the only one,” you tease, kissing his sternum. There’s not even close to enough time before he leaves for the arena to do anything fun, so you make yourself content with a very long hug. Andrei laughs and pinches your side a little, getting you to wiggle against his front.

His voice is low in your ear when he whispers, “you’re going to distract me, if all I can think about during the game is you.”

His hands are warm on your back and you press yourself closer to him, feeling the hardness of his thighs through his slacks. “How about,” you say, “for every point you get tonight, we try a new position.”

You pull back a little to look up at his face and Andrei’s eyes are twinkling like a kid in a candy store. He smirks, dimple popping, and says slowly, “one position for each point? Any position?”

“Any position,” you confirm, feeling a rush of arousal through your veins. “But only if you get points.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he says, confident and cocky. “I have motivation now.” His hand slips to your ass and he kisses you deeply, a promise of what’s to come. You melt into his touch, until you remember that he has a game to get to, and pull away.

He pouts and grabs for you when you slip from his touch. “No, no,” you remind him, “you have a game to get to! I will not be on the receiving end of a Rod phone call because you’re late - again!” You squint at him, faux-annoyed.

“That was worth it!” he points out, padding down the hall towards your bedroom so he can finish getting dressed. “That was the afternoon we made Evie.”

Your entire body flushes when you think about that afternoon, nearly two years ago now. He’s probably not wrong, but there’s never been a way to prove it. And honestly, if Evie is the reward from the dressing down Andrei had to take, then you’d both do it all over again.

“We’ve made it almost two years without incident,” you recover. “Let’s keep the streak going.”

“Whatever you say, solnyshka,” he says, finishing the buttons on his shirt and making quick work of his tie. You reach up to straighten the knot and caress his neck and shoulders when you’re done.

You lean up to kiss him again and murmur, “break a skate, Drei.”

He winks at you, “get stretching while I’m gone.”

You snort a laugh and he looks delighted with himself as he grabs his bag, phone, wallet, and keys. He shoves his wallet and phone in his pants’ pocket and you can’t help but watch the fabric strain. Andrei and his tight-ass pants is a duo you’re never, ever going to get tired of.

He gives you another kiss before he leaves and as soon as his car’s out of the driveway, you spring into action with a quick tidying up of the den and kitchen. If you’re lucky, Evie will be knocked out for at least an hour, which should be perfect timing. you take a quick shower with both the shower door and the bathroom door wide open and the baby monitor on full volume on the counter, just in case Evie wakes up. She doesn’t, luckily, giving you time to blow dry your hair and put on a little make-up.

You’re making an early dinner for yourself and packing some snacks into the diaper bag for Evie when the monitor crackles to life and you catch sight of your daughter wiggling around in her crib. She’s still quiet and seemingly content to entertain herself, so you take the opportunity to shove the sandwich into your mouth and finish packing the diaper bag. By the time you’ve drained a glass of water, Evie’s fully awake and calling out for mama.

“Hi, my little Evie-bug,” you coo, entering the nursery. Evie’s on her feet, holding onto the railing and bouncing, looking just like Andrei. “Are you ready to surprise Dada?”

“Dada!” she squeals, nearly clocking her head on your chin when she bounces up and you duck down to lift her out of the crib. You wince at the close call and snuggle her close, peppering kisses all over her face to get the baby laughing. She giggles wildly, the sound music to your ears, and buries her face in your neck, snuggling you back.

“Yep!” You grin, dancing her over to the changing table. “We’re going to surprise Dada. He’s going to be so excited to see you.” As you change her diaper and get her dressed in the teeny Canes jersey (#37 of course, with DADDY spelled out across her shoulders, you nearly cried when Elena bought it as a gift after you announced your pregnancy) and a pair of warm leggings, you keep up a running commentary of what you’re doing. While you were pregnant, you read that constantly talking to babies helps them develop a strong vocabulary, so that’s what you do with Evie. You pull a little pair of Ugg boots over her feet and hold her hands so she’s standing on top of the changing table. Evie shouts nonsense to you and you nod, agreeing. “Exactly, you look so good in Canes’ red, my little bunny.”

You set her down on the floor of your room so you can change too - a pair of ripped jeans and a Svechnikov shirsey under a leather jacket, since you’ll need to be able to move easily when dealing with Evie. You grab the diaper bag, which is doubling as your purse tonight and head out, grateful that Evie doesn’t fight getting into her car seat like usual. She’s got one hand wrapped tightly around the Stormy plush that had been in the gift basket from the team when she was born. Stormy’s looking a little worse for the wear lately, grubby and well-loved. Before you get on the road, you make sure to text Andrei with your usual pre-game message at the normal, pre-warmup time (a red heart, a white heart, a black heart, and the tornado emoji) so he doesn’t get suspicious. He shoots back a string of incomprehensible emojis in reply - also part of the usual pre-game routine - but follows that up with approximately twenty five eggplant emojis, which makes you laugh loudly.

Traffic is on your side, even though it’s a Friday night in early-April in Raleigh, and you make it to PNC in, if not record time, then at least plenty of time to park and get down to the ice before warm-ups start. You and Evie slip into the arena from the back and head off to the family room, a perk you’re never going to get tired of. Since it’s Friday, there’s plenty of other families at the game and you say hi to everyone, passing Evie along to the moms with older kids who take any chance to get their hands on a baby that they can return. Evie loves the attention, showing off with the few words she knows and giving you a chance to set the diaper bag down in the corner and take off your jacket.

It’s less than five minutes to the start of warm-ups, so you take a final bite of a pretzel and gather Evie up in your arms to bring her to the glass. Heather Staal settles a pair of giant red headphones over her ears and grins at Evie, “better safe than sorry, Evie.” She nudges your hip and heads out after her own kids, strolling along with the confidence of nearly a decade of motherhood. You can only hope to be as chill of a mom one day. But for now, you hold Evie on your hip and head to the glass, enjoying the way she’s looking all around the arena at the crowds of people and lights. The kids are all pressed up against the glass, dancing along to the music and you grin at the sight. You can’t wait until Evie is old enough to be running around with the rest of them, a little arena kid.

You shift her in your arms as the warm-up music begins and the visiting team - the New York Islanders - step onto the ice. Evie’s back is against your chest, supported under her butt with one arm and around the stomach by the other. She kids her legs out, Stormy clutched in one hand. Pyotr leads your boys out and then the ice is a swirl of red, white, and black. You keep your gaze trained on the ice for Andrei and watch him take a half lap, spotting the exact moment he sees you and Evie.

Even with part of his face blocked by his helmet and visor, his eyes light up and his entire face is transformed with a huge smile, all dimples and teeth. You grin back at him and bounce a little, getting Evie excited. He skates over to the glass quickly and stops with a spray of ice. It’s too loud to really hear him, but you can see his mouth form the syllables of Evie’s nickname - zaychik - little rabbit, for the way her nose had twitched when she slept as an infant. His smile is so wide you can see the spot where is tooth is missing. You use the arm wrapped around Evie’s stomach to wave her hand at him and she takes over from there, kicking her legs and waving wildly, babbling for Dada.

Andrei flattens his gloved hand against the glass, tapping gently, and you lift Evie so her feet are on the top of the boards and she can pat his hand through the glass. “Say hi to Dada,” you grin, getting emotional from Andrei’s reaction. She squeals and kicks at the glass and Andrei’s eyes look suspiciously misty.

Some of the guys skate around, waving to their own kids and they jostle Andrei, clearly teasing him a little. It’s the first time you’ve brought Evie to a game and Andrei’s definitely surprised about it. He blows you both a kiss and skates back into the middle of the ice, having to warm up before the game. Even still, you can tell his attention is on you and Evie, who’s now wiggling in your arms and trying to escape. You laugh a little and set her on her feet, still holding one of her hands to keep her upright. The older kids converge around her, delighted by how much she laughs and giggles at their antics. It’s so nice to have such a solid community with the other wives and girlfriends.

Warm-ups come to an end, but not before Andrei skates over to the corner again and taps in the glass. You hoist Evie onto your hip and she waves Stormy at him. “Say ‘good luck, Dada,’” you prompt her and she just grins more, giggling when Andrei blows her another kiss. She tucks her face into your neck when he skates off and says, “Dada,” in

a cute little voice. She chews on Stormy’s ear as you head back to the Family room and is content to curl up on your lap while the game starts.

Andrei has a zip in his skates immediately off the jump and sets Aho up with a nice pass, immediately putting the Canes up by one just thirty-five seconds into the game. On the screen, you can see him celebrate, holding up one finger to the sky - a message you know is for you and is confirmed less than ten minutes later when he holds up two fingers as he picks up a secondary assist.

He’s such a menace.

Evie makes it to the end of the first before she throws a tantrum and you know that’s your cue to leave. She fights you all the way to the car, but passes out before you even leave the parking garage, head lolled to the side and soft baby snores filling the backseat.

She transfers terribly when she’s with you, so you just take off her little boots and put her in the crib with the leggings and jersey on, knowing you can change her if and when she wakes up later. You change into sweats and curl up on the couch with the baby monitor to watch the end of the game and scroll social media. The team’s account posted a photo of Andrei and Evie grinning at each other, the corner of your own smile visible on the side of the shot. You screenshot the picture to have for yourself and repost the picture to your stories, tagging Andrei, the team, and writing ‘daddy’s biggest fan’ with a heart-eyes emoji.

You doze off a bit during the second and intermission, but wake up in time to see Andrei score what turns out to be the game-winner halfway through the third. By your count, he’s at a four-point night, tallying a primary assist on a goal during the second. He clearly can count too, because this celly involves holding four fingers up in the air. You shake your head a little. “Whatever gets you going,” you mumble to yourself. Evie calls out for you on the monitor and you head back upstairs to change her into pajamas and give her a cuddle back to sleep. She passes out within minutes, deadweight in your arms and looking incredibly like Andrei while she sleeps. Her eye shape and lips are exactly his, with a teeny little dimple in her right cheek. You trace your index finger lightly over the slope of her little nose, the one thing she inherited from you. She makes a soft little noise and smacks her lips, just like she had when she was a newborn. Honestly, you really can’t believe how blessed you are to be sitting here with your daughter while your husband gets to live his dream in the NHL. Whenever you think about Andrei’s journey, it makes you a little teary-eyed.

You’re just glad you get to be by his side during it.

Later, after Evie’s solidly asleep and back in her crib, you crawl into bed, exhausted from the day. The post-game is airing, but you know Andrei’s already on his way home. Should arrive any minute based on his text as he was leaving the arena - just a simple ‘I love you.’ Sure enough, you can hear the front door open a few minutes later and then all at once, Andrei is in your room, a stupid grin on his face.

“You really surprised me,” he says, leaning against the doorframe.

You beam at him, taking in his damp hair and slightly disheveled suit. “That was the plan, Mister Svechnikov. I’m glad it worked.”

“Evie in that little jersey,” he trails off, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. You, her, hockey.”

“You deserve it all and more,” you say softly, sitting up and crossing your legs pretzel-style. Raising an eyebrow at him, you continue, “and a four-point night, on top of it all.”

Andrei loosens the knot of his tie and shakes his head. “Solnyshka, I don’t care about new positions.” His voice lowers and his eyes turn molten. “I only want the position that will put another baby in you. I want another baby, let me give you one.”

“Oh,” you gasp, feeling warm all over. Andrei very deliberately takes his tie and jacket off, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling them up his forearms. You love his forearms.

“Will you let me put a baby in you?” He asks, coming over to your side of the bed and cupping your face in both hands. His palms are warm and a little calloused. His eyes are dark and you nod up at him, a hand already drifting under the covers and under the waistband of your sweats.

He grins, puppy-dog enthusiasm underneath the desire in his tone. He dips you back and kisses you, hot and hard and oh boy, you’ll give this man as many babies as he wants. His hand curls around the back of your neck and tongue sweeps over your lower lip. You lock your hands around his neck, holding on for dear life. Andrei’s knee comes up to rest on the mattress, dipping under his weight and you slip further down on the mattress, hooking one leg around his hip. Just as his hand slides down your side and up under your shirt, the baby monitor crackles and Evie’s little voice breaks through the haze of lust enveloping the both of you. Andrei pulls back, blinking, and shakes his head. “I’ll get her,” he says hoarsely, kissing your forehead before heading off to the nursery.

Still dazed, you climb out of bed to join him, eager for another hit of Andrei as a dad. He’s got Evie in his arms when you get to the nursery, her cheek against his shoulder and if you thought seeing him hold her shirtless earlier, it’s got nothing on the gut-punch to the ovary that is seeing him hold her while in a button down with rolled up sleeves.

You linger in the doorway while he sings softly, and a little off key, swaying in place. He doesn’t realize that you’re there - he can’t, otherwise he wouldn’t whisper, “do you want to be a big sister, zaychik? A little brother or sister? I think Mama will let us give you that. A best friend for you, like I have Uncle Geno?”

Evie blinks sleepily in his arms, mumbling for Dada, which Andrei takes to be a yes. He laughs quietly. “Mama and I will work on it,” he kisses the top of her head and you back slowly from the room, giving Andrei his time with Evie.

He turns before you can get very far and spots you, not surprised in the slightest. With his free hand, he gestures you forward and opens his arm for you to step in. You tuck yourself up against his side and he kisses the crown of your head while you sway to lull Evie back to sleep. The little girl reaches her hand out for you and you hold your fingers out for her to grab. She sighs contentedly and you stroke your thumb over her soft skin.

“Give me a whole hockey team’s roster of these little mini-yous,” you whisper up to Andrei.

“As many as you want,” he promises seriously, eyes twinkling.

[tkachuckycheese]

on the line

summary: when the flames season comes to an end, you’re confronted with the emotions of your break-up with matthew, in more ways than one. 

word count: 1.7k

warnings: kinda angsty, mentions of kissing 

note: my first fic on hockeyblr, also my first one in years since my 1d fanfic days (lol)!! basically, this is a combo of my emotions from the flames elimination from the playoffs last night AND the potential of matthew having played his last game as a flame……….. but let’s not talk more about it. there is maybe a more smutty addition to this but we shall have to seeeee….. let me know your thoughts friends, i would love to hear them!

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You’re clutching the red jersey so tightly you’re certain the seams are coming apart. You might not even be breathing. You sucked in a breath when the overtime goal was scored, and you haven’t been able to let it out quite yet. 

You pace up and down your living room, back and forth, from the couch to the kitchen. You wish you’d gone to the game with the girls, because at least you’d have someone to calm you down. Many of them had asked you to, but you were worried you’d run into him. If you were there now, you would be able to know if he was okay. You could comfort him, tell him it wasn’t his fault and everything was going to be okay. 

On your TV, they show the team giving the fans one last final salute before heading off the ice. He’s the first one down the tunnel, moving so fast and with his head tipped down that the cameras can’t catch him. But you don’t need to see his face to know what it looks like. He left everything on the ice tonight, and this is going to be a big deal for him. This is soul crushing for him. He’s going to be a fucking mess. Despite what happened between the two of you, your heart breaks for him. 

Is this my fault? 

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8. tracing a tattoo

You’d been with Tyler long enough, spent long enough in this exact position in fact, that you had his tattoos memorised. Anybody could ask you about any single tattoo on his body and you’d know exactly where they were.

It was the CN Tower and the streets of Brampton that you kept coming back to. With Tyler lying back on the bed, his right hand tucked behind his head, it was easy for you to lay on your stomach and run your fingers over it.

“Why do you love that one so much?” he asks and frankly you’re surprised that it’s taken him so long to question it.

You look up at him, kissing his pec on the way and making him shiver.

“I hope I get to go one day,” you say softly.

He moves his arm, his hand no longer behind his head, and it comes down across your back. He’s able to easily pull you on top of him and with some awkward shuffling and subsequent laughing you’re basically face to face.

“Baby, I’ve already got it all planned out.

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[beauvibaby]

36 Weeks - f.andersen

a/n: here it is!!! The fic you guys have been hyping me up about, enjoy!

Word count: 5.1K

Summary: being pregnant with Freddie’s babies after you’ve broken up

“Hi baby.” Freddie breathed out as he wrapped you up in his arms after being gone for two weeks on a string of away games. “Hi.” You whispered, it had been such a hard time without him, the days had gone so slow and the nights even slower, you watched every game, but you missed his touch. “What’s wrong, elskede?” He asked softly when you let a tear fall onto his chest, his hands rubbed firmly on your back bringing you comfort. “Nothing, I just missed you so much.” You murmured, “I have a surprise for you.” You added as you sniffled, he gave you a fond smile, wiping under your eyes before pulling you in for a slow kiss, you melted into him, whining when he pulled away softly. “You didn’t need to get me anything.” He hummed, nudging your nose with his, “coming home to you is gift enough.” He mused, smiling as your face warmed under his gaze. “Trust me, this is going to be even better.” You smiled, lacing your fingers with his and tugging him along to the bedroom.

You thought of how gentle he would be with your child, a tiny little newborn in his large arms, it made your eyes well up all over again. You had a simple infant jersey laid on the bed with the positive test, your shared last name across the back with his numbers in oversized print. Freddie walked over to the bed, staring at the items, instantly picking the test up to examine the two lines. His eyes were wider than his smile as he turned to you, his eyes closed as you walked towards him, reopening to show tears brimming. “Thank you.” He whispered, cupping your face tenderly, resting his forehead against yours. “I can’t wait to raise a baby with you.” He whispered again, you began to cry with a smile, “me either, Freddie.” You murmured. He captured your lips in another soft kiss before dropping to his knees easily, pushing your shirt up and tenderly rubbing your stomach, his lips resting on the center.

***

You sat up in the bed with a small gasp, tears burning your eyes, the dream felt so vivid and as you looked down at your rapidly growing bump, you were harshly reminded that it was indeed a dream. You placed your hand over the snug shirt, feeling the babies kicking along your stomach. “It’s bedtime, please settle down in there.” You whispered laying back on your side, hugging the pregnancy pillow tightly.

***

Your leg wouldn’t stop bouncing as you waited for the tall ginger to arrive, you’d contacted him as soon as the test came back positive. He had taken longer to get back in touch than you anticipated and by the time he had, he was gone on a long roadie, but today he was back in town and agreed to meet with you. He had no idea what was coming, you're currently 12 weeks pregnant, with twins. Talk about shock.

You wore a loose fitting sweater so you had time to talk before he instantly noticed the way your stomach popped out at the bottom. You’d run through a speech a hundred times but the second you met his eyes across the coffee shop you wanted to burst into tears, damn hormones. He gave a half smile as he noticed you, he looked better than you remembered, or maybe that was the hormones too. Before you knew it he was sliding into the chair across from you. “Hi, Y/N. How are you?” Freddie spoke, always the gentleman. You opened your mouth but had to close it as you looked up at the ceiling for a moment.

So much for the speech.

“I’m 12 weeks pregnant, Freddie.” You sighed, watching him go blank, he didn’t blink, he didn’t move. Hell, you weren’t sure he was breathing. You didn’t dare to speak as you watched him process, he slouched resting his head in his hands. “Really?” He couldn’t help the word that fell out of his mouth, “yes.” You breathed out, standing up and pulling your sweater up to show the tank top you had underneath, it was noticeable when you were looking for it. “Oh god.” He muttered. “It’s twins.” You blurted and he inhaled sharply, “what?!” He was louder than he intended as a couple of people glanced over making you want to shrivel up and disappear.

“I need a minute.” And with that he was walking out the door and pacing outside the glass windows, you slid your purse onto your shoulder, leaving a tip on the table for the noise he’d caused. You walked out the doors, giving him a solemn look as he looked ready to completely panic. You adjusted your sweater in the breeze before approaching him, you two had ended on good enough terms, it hadn’t been a super serious relationship, ending before the “I love you” stage. You placed a hand on his shoulder, making him turn to face you. “Freddie, I know it’s a lot, like really a lot, you don’t need to say anything now. You take time and let it sink in. You have my phone number, you can call me when you decide if you’re going to be involved or not.” You explained slowly, he nodded blankly, you waited a moment but then decided to pull the sonogram photo out of your pocket, placing it in his hand.

He looked down at it as you walked away, they looked like peanuts, now he understood why everyone called their babies that. Baby A and Baby B having arrows pointing to them so he could clearly differentiate the two. His heart rate picked up as he looked at it longer, babies, his babies, your babies. He found himself wondering if they’d have his hair, or your eyes, it’s like he could already picture them.

***

You cried into your bowl of ice cream, when in doubt blame hormones. In reality you knew it was tears of fear that Freddie really wouldn’t want to know these babies, and it wasn’t for fear that you couldn’t do it by yourself, it was for fear of when they were old enough to wonder who their dad was, where he was, why he didn’t want them. You had only known about these babies for a few weeks but gosh you were attached to them already. You were already anxious to know the genders, eager to prepare for them, and you knew it would come so quick but also feel like forever. Your door got knocked on, and you groaned, setting the bowl down on the coffee table and pausing your show, the knocking came again and you got annoyed as you approached the door, swinging it open before peeking through the window. “Oh.” You gasped when Freddie stood before you with a nervous face. “I’m in. These are my babies too, Y/N.” He spoke confidently, “oh thank god.” You sighed, making him breathe out in relief too.

“Where do we go from here?” He asked, to which you shrugged, “I guess we figure it out as we go.” You admitted, “we should probably share calendars.” You added, thinking of all the appointments you had coming up. “Yeah, yes, whatever you need.” Freddie assured, rocking on his feet until you invited him inside.

This was going to be quite the adventure to figure out.

***

You were now 15 weeks along, and truly showing, you and Freddie have grown closer, still keeping the relationship platonic. Though many times you found yourself wanting to pull him in for a kiss, but you resisted, not wanting to ruin the dynamic.

“I don’t know Freddie.” You sighed as he asked you to attend his game tonight, he had a ticket reserved for you at will call, he so badly wanted to look up at the family suite and know you were up there watching. But he didn’t want you to know that he was catching feelings again, you told him you’d been feeling down lately and he thought this would cheer you up, get you out of your house and to socialize. “Y/N, please. You’ll have fun, there are other girls there too who are pregnant, you’ll have people to relate to.” He explained, giving you a pout when you looked over at him from your spot on the couch. “Fine.” You muttered, hiding the smile on your face when he cheered, telling you he’d see you later at the arena.

You arrived and instantly wanted to leave as you saw even the pregnant girls were dressed in heeled boots and good fitting jeans, and they were further along than you! In your head you cut yourself some slack, this pregnancy had been rough on you, the nausea still very real, and in fact you were growing two babies, putting extra strain on everything really.

You faced your fears and walked up to the group, being welcomed with open arms, easing your concerns as the game began. You’d watched Freddie play a handful of times during your short relationship, never up from this view though, normally in the stands as you two weren’t public with your relationship. It was different from up here, you could see everything, and every time you noticed him glance up here after the whistle was blown, you found yourself feeling your heart skip a beat. The thing you promised yourself wouldn’t happen.

The game had ended in a win, and you were thrilled for that, following Gracia down to the locker rooms to wait for the boys, but then a bout of nausea hit you out of nowhere making you cover your mouth as you gagged. Gracia spun to face you when she heard the noise you made, your eyes were welling up as you took slow breaths to ease the feeling but it wasn’t working as you beelined it to the nearest trash can. “Oh, hun.” Gracia mumbled following after you to hold your hair back, she was a trooper doing that after just meeting you. She rubbed your back as you stood back up to full height, a sorrowful expression on your face. “Here, there’s a bathroom this way.” She explained, guiding you back down the hallway, you repeatedly apologized, which she shushed you for, stating that it wasn’t necessary and this was part of growing two little babies.

Thankfully you quickly learned that you would throw up in the worst of times during this pregnancy so you kept a travel toothbrush and toothpaste in your purse at all times, “oh that’s smart!” Gracia gasped when she saw you pull it out, making you giggle despite the horrid feeling in your mouth. She offered you a spare hair tie, loosely pulling your hair back while you brushed your teeth. She was a nurturing soul, much like yourself so it was refreshing to have met her and bonded so quickly.

Freddie walked out of the locker room, running on a high from the win and honestly ready to admit how he felt to you, but when he didn’t spot you his face fell. He looked around, trying to see if he could spot you but to no luck, he pulled his phone out to see if you had left him a message, but nothing was there. He was about to text you when he heard two pairs of footsteps coming down the concrete hall, he looked up and felt relieved to see you walking with Gracia. You gave him a weak smile as Gracia went off to greet her husband, Freddie took long strides over to you, “are you alright?” He asked, seeing the redness in your eyes. You nodded tiredly, “I got sick, but I’m fine.” You muttered, wrapping your arms around him in a hug, he was caught off guard but quickly reciprocated, draping his arms around your shoulders as you leaned your head on his chest. “Why don’t I take you home? We can come get your car tomorrow, I don’t want you driving like this.” He murmured, to which you hummed, forcing yourself to lean back, and look up at him. You could see the concern floating in Freddie’s eyes. “Ok.” You agreed, allowing him to lead you away. After letting you say your goodbyes, he was happy to see that you had clicked with some of the girls. After all, if you had the same feelings he did, which he was hoping, then you’d be spending a lot of time with this group.

Freddie walked you to the door when he got to your place, making sure you were inside and safe before he left, and this time he was the one skipping a beat when you pressed a kiss to his cheek before going inside, “goodnight, Fred.” You mumbled as you shut the door, having a small clue to the effect you had on him as he stared at you with happy eyes.

***

You were now 17 weeks along, so close to finding out the genders at your twenty week scan, the ultrasound tech had tried to see during your last scan but the babies weren’t cooperating much to your and Freddie’s dismay.

Things between you two had shifted now, there were more nights spent at one another’s house, and little pecks stolen here and there, but tonight he was taking you on a proper date, insisting that he had to before this went any further. You teased him about how he was doing things out of order as you were already pregnant, which just made him red in the face. So here you were, trying to find any dress you had that would fit you and not make you look like an Oompa Loompa, those were your own words. You got frustrated as you pulled out your last option, a flowy dress that you normally hated, it never looked flattering on you, but you were hoping with your bump it would look cute. And of course, it did. Which just made you even more emotional as you didn’t want to like this dress, you were happy to be growing these babies but you were having a hard time adjusting to how your body was changing.

Freddie knocked on your door, holding the flowers in front of him as he heard you shuffling around, “hi.” He spoke as soon as you opened the door, “what’s wrong?” He asked when he saw the annoyed expression on your face, you pouted at him as he stepped inside, you took the flowers from him and began to speak. “This dress, that’s what’s wrong.” You muttered in defeat, “what?” He gasped, “I think you look beautiful.” He added, looking you over, he loved the way it laid over your bump, and when you walked it pushed back on it showing it off even more. “It was too big for me before.” You explained, filling a vase with water and quickly putting the flowers in as you began to get in your head about how you looked. You knew you were being dramatic, but it had been a long day and this was the cherry on top that pushed you over the edge. “Elskede, don’t think like that.” He whispered, he came to stand in front of you, grabbing both your hands tenderly, “you’re beautiful, and I happen to think that you look even better showing off the bump that’s holding our babies.” He explained, tilting his head when you looked up at him with a nod, “what does, elskede mean?” You asked softly, making him smile, “beloved.” He answered, reaching up and wiping under your eyes. “Now, are you ready to go?” Freddie laughed, you quickly pulled him down for a kiss, smiling against his lips. “Now I’m ready. Thank you.” You whispered lacing your fingers with his, the atmosphere felt lighter, the feelings between you two becoming more prominent.

***

Freddie was more anxious than you as you two sat in the waiting room, a rare occasion that he was able to make it to an appointment with you, but he had two days back to back off, so you were taking advantage of it, having your anatomy scan and dinner with your family tonight, followed by baby shopping tomorrow, aside from a few big ticket items you hadn’t bought much, desperately wanting to know the genders first. You placed your hand on his knee, shooting him a look as he bounced his leg, “love, calm down.” You whispered, he nodded forcing his leg to stay still. “I’m just so anxious, aren’t you?” He responded, playing with your fingers, he ran his thumb across your ring finger, momentarily wondering what it would look like with a ring on it in the future. “I’m excited, I don’t think anxious is the right word, I just want to have names for these little babes and be able to start buying them stuff.” You explained, smiling as you felt them moving around as you poked your stomach. You took his hand and placed it as one of the babies kicked, the action making him calm down.

“Do you want to know the genders?” The tech asked as she moved the wand around your stomach, you giggled as Freddie instantly mumbled a yes while grabbing your hand. She looked over and smiled as she moved her way to Baby A, you watched the screen, praying they would cooperate for her so you could find out. “Alright, Baby A is…” she trailed off, pushing and twisting a little bit before freezing the screen, “a girl!” She cheered. You grinned at Freddie who was tearfully smiling, you knew he wanted a little girl, despite how he kept saying he thought they both were boys. “A little girl, Freddie.” You whispered as he kissed your hand. “And Baby B,” she paused, having to maneuver a little bit again, “is a boy! Congratulations!” She gasped, you squealed in delight, “one of each!” Freddie gasped, bending down to kiss you quickly. “One of each.” You repeated, it was a dream scenario.

***

You were shocked at the amount of options there were in the store, immensely grateful that you decided to research online before dragging your boyfriend into this giant baby store. He was just as shocked as you are, looking around at the items for such a small human. “How can they need this much stuff?” He asked as you started putting your items in the cart, he trusted you, and he had done his own research as well, so he was just going along with you. “Honestly, I don’t know but when you think about it, it all makes sense.” You sighed, continuing up and down the aisles until you felt like you couldn’t walk anymore. That was until you spotted the clothes, Freddie smirked as he saw you recharge at the sight, following you with the cart as you began to shuffle through the racks, him doing the same. You made sure you got plenty of easy onesies as they would go through them rapidly in the beginning, before grabbing some cuter outfits, specifically their coming home outfits.

Freddie walked over to you with two outfits, in larger sizes which made you smile as he was already thinking ahead. “We have to get these.” He demanded, laying them out for you to see, the first a little pink dress with matching socks, “daddy’s princess” embroidered on the front. Then a blue onesie with shorts, “daddy’s little (big) man” on the front. “Of course.” You giggled, loving how soft and tender he was already, you knew he would be a great father.

***

“It’s not what it looks like.”

You read, and reread the message, flicking between that and the photo opened on Instagram that you had been tagged in by accounts you’d never seen before. You answered his call, forcing yourself to stay silent aside from your tearful breathing, “baby, please listen to me.” Freddie spoke hurriedly, “are you there?” He asked when you didn’t answer. You managed a whimper, “she came out of nowhere, she said she wanted to catch up and then she kissed me and her friend was taking a picture.” He explained calmly, you nodded, slowly, you opened your mouth to speak, only to burst into a sob. “No, elskede.” He whispered, he was home visiting his family for a short few days before you got too close to your due date, you were already 30 weeks now, and you still felt so unprepared so you were already on edge about him leaving.

“I promise you, I promise, it wasn’t anything like it looks, the second she touched me I was pushing her away.” He spoke again, “Y/N, please say something.” He begged, he was dying having to listen to you cry over the phone, “I believe you.” You choked out, you did, you could tell by his body in the photo that he was disgusted. “Selfishly, I just want you home.” You admitted, “but I don’t want to take you from your family.” You sniffled.

“You and the babies are my family.” He assured you, “just take some breaths, calm down.” He spoke softly, just like he would when you would wake up in the middle of the night anxious. You had practically moved in with him but it was official just a few days before he went away. “Ok, ok.” You sighed, sitting up against the headboard, you inhaled deeply, letting it out slow as he mimicked you. “I’ll be home in one day.” He reminded you as you calmed down, “I know, love.” You murmured, forcing your emotions to stay at bay. “How are the babies treating you?” He asked, smiling at the thought of coming home to you and feeling the babies kick in your stomach. “Horrible, they always decide to kick when I’m trying to sleep, and they’re definitely on my bladder.” You complained, putting him on speaker and laying it on your mini table of a stomach. “Talk to them, I want to see if they’ll react.” You explained, “then we’ll let you get some sleep.” You added with a light giggle, knowing it was late where he was.

You lightly rested your hand where they had been moving earlier, “hi peanuts, it’s daddy.” He cooed, making your heart swell, “why are you giving mommy such a hard time, she’s done quite a lot for you already.” He teased, you gasped as baby boy kicked directly under your phone. “He just kicked.” You told your boyfriend as he panicked at your gasp, “oh.” He sighed in relief before laughing at your enthusiasm.

***

Freddie’s flight was early in the morning from Denmark, which meant he was arriving home around mid afternoon here due to time change. You spent all morning organizing baby stuff and beginning to wash their clothes, time must have gotten away from you because before you knew it Freddie was walking in the door and finding you surrounded by stacks of baby items. “Freddie!” You shrieked, trying to get off the couch quickly but you couldn’t manage to get enough momentum. Freddie laughed heartily despite the tiredness under his eyes from a very long day of traveling, “here.” He grabbed your hands pulling you to your feet before hugging you as tight as he could manage with your growing belly. “I missed you so much.” He murmured into your hair before ducking down to kiss you. You melted into him, fisting his shirt in your hands, “I missed you.” You repeated when you pulled away to breathe, Freddie squatted down and kissed across your belly, “and I missed my babies.” He mumbled, swearing you had grown double the size while he was gone.

“You’re going to be such a good dad.” You whispered, he looked up at the softness in your voice, “and you’re going to be an amazing mom.” He reminded you, watching your smile grow.

***

Of course it happened now, of course it was when you were out eating lunch with Gracia. You looked across the table with wide eyes, “don’t panic.” You started off and she matched your expression, “I think my water just broke.” You whispered, “what?” She gasped, choking on air for a moment as she began to cough. You whimpered softly as you rubbed your stomach, feeling it tighten, “call Freddie.” You mumbled, tilting your head back, the nerves hitting you as you knew you were only 36 weeks, common for twins but you were so certain you’d make it farther along. Gracia rattled off a bunch of information on the phone that you tuned out as you got lost in your head,

“Y/N, he’s five minutes away, ok? Let’s try and get outside before you have another contraction.” Gracia shook you from your thoughts, “yeah, ok.” You agreed, you knew the car was ready, you had Freddie put everything in it a few days ago, in preparation for something like this. “I’m nervous, Gracia.” You admitted as she left money on the table to cover the bill, “you’re going to do great.” She assured you, giving your hand a gentle squeeze as you hobbled alongside her. “I’m having a c-section.” You told her, she nodded, having figured that already, twins normally were born like that. “I know hun, just think, in a few hours you’re going to be able to hold and love on those little babies.” She calmed you with that thought as you sat down on the bench outside. You shrugged off your cardigan as the summer heat began to get to you, Gracia helped you as she could see the pain coming back on your face.

Freddie pulled up and turned his hazards on before running around the car to get to you, “hey.” He soothed when you grabbed his hand tightly, “it hurts.” You muttered, he nodded, trying not to react at how his fingers were turning white from your death grip. “I know, elskede.” He assured you, grimacing when you glared at him, Gracia stifled back a laugh when he looked to her for help. “Y/N, when it starts to subside you’ve gotta get up ok?” She spoke reassuringly, rubbing your back as you nodded, Freddie could tell it was easing up as you wiggled a little bit in the bench to get closer to the edge. Once you gave him a nod he was pulling you to your feet and escorting you to the car. “Good luck!” Gracia waved as you looked out the window, you thanked her quickly before Freddie pulled out into the road to head to the hospital. “You’ve got everything right?” You asked nervously, trying to look in the back seat, two car seats locked into place, a bag with items for them and your go bag tossed on the floor. “Yes, we’ve got everything.” He assured you, glancing at you at the red light. “Are you ready?” He asked, seeing how scared you look. “Ready as I can be.” You sighed, allowing him to lean over and kiss you before driving off again.

***

You woke up to a quiet room, looking around slowly, Freddie heard you shift and looked over, he was sitting in the reclining chair next to your bed with both babies in his arms. It still felt surreal even though it had been hours since they were born, you hadn’t wanted to fall asleep, but once they had been fed and fallen asleep themselves you couldn’t help but drift off to the sound of their little breaths. “Have a nice nap?” Freddie asked lightly, watching you look down at the babies, one in a striped hat and one with a bow on its hat. You nodded, “yes, but I missed them. Is that crazy?” You whispered, opening your arms for him to place them on your chest. “Not crazy, the nurses took them for hearing tests, which they passed, and I was pacing the entire time.” He explained as you shifted your gown so their heads would be on your skin, he expertly passed them off to you, as if he had been doing this for months already. You smiled up at him, relishing in the love in his eyes for you and those babies.

“They’re perfect, literally, the doctor said they passed everything with flying colors.” He spoke as he sat on the edge of your bed, you nodded gratefully. “Have we decided on their names?” You asked, making him chuckle as you two had been going back and forth for months on this subject, “yes.” He admitted, while you had been sleeping, he was analyzing them, the names you’d been gravitating towards fit them perfectly. “Oliver Frederik.” He whispered, delicately touching his son's cheek, “and Clara June.” He looked at you as he said her name, Oliver’s name had been easier to choose, but you both couldn’t decide on a middle name for Clara, but your heart melted as he wanted her to have June as her middle name, something that was passed between most of the women in your family. “Really?” You choked out, looking down at her peaceful face as she hummed. “Yes.” He kissed your forehead, smiling when you chased his lips with your own. “I love you.” You whispered, “I love you too.” He repeated without skipping a beat, he was full of pride as he looked at his little family, not being able to help but take a photo of the four of you. He sent it to his family, and yours to let them know they were here and they were healthy.

It wasn’t until a week or so later that you and Freddie made their birth public, you were sitting on the couch with him, him with Clara and you with Oliver, when you turned to him and said you were ready. He had never made a post so fast in his life, making you laugh as he asked if he could share the other news as well. “Yes.” You murmured, looking at the ring on your finger, “of course.” You added, he passed Oliver to you and snapped a picture of them on your chest, your hands resting on each of their backs.

“Clara June Andersen and Oliver Frederik Andersen, happy and healthy, have been here for one week already and have already helped me ask their mom to marry me…”

Freddie posted the picture, content with his newfound life, and you with yours, sharing the same photo with a slightly different caption before settling in for a long night with the twins, but you wouldn’t change a thing.

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Always You ~ Matthew Tkachuk 

Summary: No matter how many times you tried you were never able to officially end the relationship you had you with Matt. 

Word Count: ~9.5k

Warnings: implied smut, references to an abusive relationship. 

A/N: I’ve been gone from Tumblr for so long that I literally don’t even know if people read hockey fics anymore but I’ve been bored and wanting to write so I’m going to post it anyway. 

Matt was your first everything. 

He was your first serious boyfriend, the boy in your ninth grade English class who made your stomach flutter and your cheeks flush every time he looked in your direction. He asked you to the movies beside your locker after school one Friday afternoon and you barely knew how to say yes. 

He was your first kiss, on the picnic table beside the school on your lunch break. And maybe it wasn’t the most romantic moment. You had been caught off guard, not knowing what to do with your lips or your hands or hell, any other part of your body. But somehow it was still perfect. 

He took your virginity two years later. Your parents were out for a date night and you invited Matt over, spending the entire first half of the day hyping yourself up to finally do it. And it was awkward and clumsy and you were a little disappointed when you didn’t suddenly feel like a brand new person after losing your virginity. But you wouldn’t have traded it for any other experience, because you were with Matt and he made you feel safe and comfortable and you loved him so incredibly much for a sixteen year old. 

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baby, it’s cold outside – m. tkachuk

warnings: mentions of sex – oral (m+f) receiving, fingering, unprotected sex (pls be safe!!), language, dirty talk, basically 18+, attempted walk of shame [lol<3], very slight angst, kinda asshole!matt [but only bc mans can’t own up to his feelings<3] , italics signify flashbacks!

requested: yes | no

inspiration: #1 – we just had a one-night stand but a massive storm hit so now we’re snowed in, hello awkward | a prompt from this list.

word count: 10,362 [besties i really got carried away with this]

an: i’d like to thank @m00nlightdelights and @barzysreputation both for requesting the same prompt within seconds of each other and i love it bc this truly is a rat moment. i kinda went a different way with the prompt bc i kinda liked the idea of doing a one night stand, but w/ the standards that they’re really good friends bc more potential for angst 😩 bc nothing’s more angsty than having a drunk one night stand with your best friends older brother and trying to escape and forget it ever happened, except for the winter storm that keeps you trapped with him <3 but oops, this one also kinda turned into a whole fic bc again, #noselfcontrol<3 [there is also v much a potential for a part 2 if people want it 👀]

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want you to want me - m. tkachuk

a/n: i’m awful at intros but this fic is my whole ass child. i started it months ago and i picked it up back and then i just couldn’t stop writing. now we’re at a whopping 10k words and i’m really happy with the way this one came out. i hope you guys like it as much as i loved writing it.

big thanks to @hookingminor @igor-shestyorkin & @tkafuckit for reading this as i wrote it and gassing me up ily all sm

warnings: smut

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from prompt list #1, fluff #50 w parayko

50. “This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you.”

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Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The buzzer went off, signaling the end of game six, and the St. Louis Blues were officially the Stanley Cup Champions.

You threw your body into the person beside you, not quite registering who it was, only knowing it was a fellow significant other. You’d been on the edge of your seat the last ten minutes, biting your nails in anticipation as you waited for the clock to wind down and praying they kept their one goal lead.

The team celebrated on the ice, skating around in victory laps and tackling each other in hugs. It wasn’t Colton’s first Cup, but it was the first one he would be celebrating with you.

Everyone waited for the presentation of the Cup, O’Reilly hoisting it high first before eventually passing it off to others. It was a while before they left the ice, photographers and interviewers crowding them to get their content, but you were the first person Colton tackled after he’d finished changing.

His family waited just behind you so you didn’t want to keep him long but Colton wasn’t worried about any of that. He squeezed you tightly as you congratulated him and told him how proud of him you were, but Colton was barely processing any of it.

“We should get married,” were the first words he said to you.

You almost didn’t hear him over the shouts of others, but then he repeated them with the biggest smile on his face.

“Okay, you’re definitely on an adrenaline high, so I’ll be nice and forget this ever happened,” you laughed heartily, believing Colton to truly be out of his mind.

“This isn’t adrenaline, I want to spend my life with you,” Colton frowned at your easy dismissal. “It’s not a proposal, it’ll be fancy and special when I do, but I want to marry you.”

You didn’t know if you quite believed him, knowing he must’ve been riding a pretty strong high for him to drop this on you like this, but you hated that you came across as not into the idea.

“I want to marry you too, babe,” you reassured him, taking his face into your hands. “Maybe we should talk about this later though? You know, when you don’t have a million people waiting to talk to you.”

“You mean it though? You want to get married?” Colton asked, and you nodded emphatically.

“Of course I do, I love you,” you replied. “You’re the only one I want a future with.”

“Good,” Colton beamed. “Because you’re it for me, baby.”

“You’re it for me too,” you said. “Now go say hi to your family and we will discuss this later, okay?”

“Fine, but you’re coming with me. You’re going to be family too soon enough.”

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Patience is a Virtue ft. Matthew Tkachuk | 𝒫𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒

CONTENT WARNING: this story deals with cults, polygamous cults, escaping cults, strict adherence to religion, gender roles, abuse, miscarriage, and a character with a traumatic past.  Please be warned.

Word Count: 15,839

A/N: So this is technically the penultimate chapter of Patience is a Virtue, as part six of the series (and there are seven virtues).  I do hope you enjoy all of the GROWTH that happens in this chapter, not just for Effie.  I also hope you enjoy how Effie finds her voice more by the end.  

And listen. I know the scene with Doughty doesn’t happen in real life. I know. But ~fiction~, okay?

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If Effie liked Matthew’s kisses at the beginning, and grew to love them the more she had, she didn’t know what the word was for how she felt about them now. Because as often as they happened before – on his couch, on her couch, in his bed, in her bed, in her kitchen, in his kitchen, in Starbucks, in Ikea, in the grocery store, in the parking garage at the Saddledome – they happened even more often now. However, now, there was more happening afterwards.

After New Year’s in Banff, the gang cleaned the house so it was spotless before driving back to Calgary. Matthew held Effie’s hand the entire way home. They went to her place first, where they started kissing, and touching, and where Effie guided him into her bedroom and they had sex again on her bed.

The following night, Effie went to the Flames game, and they won. When Matthew saw her waiting for him in the waiting room, he took her hand and drove her back to his place, where they started kissing, and touching, and where Effie guided him into his own bedroom and they had sex again on his bed.

And it happened again.

And again.

And again.

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Colton Parayko Wedding

☁️none of the pictures are mine, all taken from pinterest, credit to the owners☁️

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storms on the beaches ➱ dougie hamilton (8)

summary: You and Dougie have been together six years and married for four. When a car accident leaves you with memory loss, you and Dougie are back to before your relationship started.

pairing: dougie hamilton x fem!reader

part seven | 

notes: this chapter was co-written with @texanstarslove. I have been stuck on this chapter for months and had absolutely no progress when I asked for her help and she more than delivered. I am so excited for you all to read this smutty concoction. I apologize for it being so short, but I want to get an update out for you all and I’m really in love with how this chapter turned out. 

word count: almost 2k

warnings: smut! swearing (obvs), mention of the reader’s injuries sustained from accident (tbi, fractured wrist, injured ankle).

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