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[hxrtnett]

jovey’s writing account!

i typically write for tucker pillsbury, the pitt, charlie bushnell and luke castellan, and soon to be clark kent and much more! requests for only au’s, just write freely. hope you enjoy!

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navigation tags (updated as i go):

#tucker & hxrtnett — tucker pillsbury (role model)

#charlie & hxrtnett — charlie bushnell

#luke & hxrtnett — luke castellan (pjo)

#🛠️🩺 — au! – mechanic!tucker x nurse! reader au

[hxrtnett]

hello! just wanted to say i do have a fic or two planned, they’ll come out soon, but im blowing the dust off of this account

[tuckshoney]

NEW TUCKER VARIANT HEADCANNONS

Hockey!Single dad!Tucker

Tucker “Tuck” Pillsbury 🏒

21, Senior year.

Hockey team captain, #7

Former frat president

Single dad to…

Theo “Little Bear” Pillsbury 🧸

Bear. Cub. Teddy.

4 years old.

The teams good luck charm.

Honorary #7 ½ (his jersey says so).

Tucker:

-Had Theo when he was nineteen.

-Theo’s mom didn’t want that as her future. They were both young and neither of them wanted to be together.

-Tucker understood, but he wanted him. He has full custody. She sends money and birthday cards that he keeps in a shoebox under his bed.

-No longer lives in the frat house, but in a cramped off campus apartment filled with hockey equipment and mismatched sippy cups.

- Has no clue what he’s doing, but he knows that Theo needs him, and that’s all that matters.

-Hasn’t slept more than 5 hours a night in three years.

-Runs on adrenaline, caffeine and the sound of Theo’s laugh.

-He went from frat president, party king and ‘keg stand insurance salesman’ to being daddy, bedtime storyteller and ‘‘2 am baby bottle service’ in the blink of an eye.

Theo:

-Fully believes his dad is the world's best hockey player and tells everyone he meets— often— even strangers.

-Has a miniature plastic hockey stick that he carries everywhere and he insists that Tucker has to tape it like a real one.

-His current favorite person is his Uncle Ky, the goalie and built-in babysitter,— who taught him to mutter “puck you” under his breath— Tucker is still trying to get him to stop.

-Has approximately 47 uncles and none of them are related to him.

-His first word was ‘puck’. His second was ‘dada’. Ky has both on video— and Tucker pretending not to cry.

-Has a worn out black bear plush he lovingly named “Hockey Bear”, an overpriced souvenir from the university’s bookshop that the frat boys all chipped in on for his first birthday.

The team:

-The unofficial coparents, and they love it.

-They rotate on “cub duty” before games and practices to make sure Theo is settled in the penalty box with his snacks, Hockey Bear and a good view.

-Theo has his own cubby in the locker room, complete with a tiny folding chair with “#7 ½” written in tape across the back.

-Theo has the team roster memorized and sorted by name, number, position and who will let him sit on their shoulders. (The ultimate uncle test.)

-Theo always ends the team huddles, standing in the middle and barely reaching anyone’s knees on the ice.

-He shouts “GO BEARS” with a growl and all of the guys lose their minds.

-Tuckers pre-game ritual includes: kissing Theo’s fist, tapping his own chest and pointing at the ice.

-Theo’s pre-game ritual includes: banging his plastic hockey stick against the glass until Tucker scores.

Their apartment:

-Permanently messy, except for Theo’s room.

-Laundry strewn across the sofa, dishes always in the sink.

-Tucker sleeps on his old bed from the frat house that’s broken in three places and may be held together partly by hockey tape.

-He has a framed picture next to his bed of Theo at the championship game the year before, his hands pressed to the glass and his jersey towards the camera with his head back and mouth wide open.

- Theo was chanting “GO DADDY GO! YOU WIN!” Tucker can still hear it when he looks at the photo.

-Theo has a tiny practice goal in the corner of his room and glow in the dark star stickers on the ceiling above his— according to him— ‘very cool’ race car bed.

-Sleeps with his lucky puck under his pillow. Ky believes that’s why they’ve never lost a game with Theo watching.

-Their fridge is half full of protein shakes and apple sauce pouches.

-On the fridge is a whiteboard with everything from practices and game schedules, pediatrician appointments and nanna visits scribbled on a calendar, and a shopping list titled the ‘Bear Necessities'. (Tucker thinks it’s funny.)

-90% of his camera roll is Theo. 70% of those are proof of life texts to his mom, Susan, Theo’s nanna.

-Morning with Bear and Tuck-

5am, Tucker is barely awake but gathering all of his equipment with bleary eyes for early morning practice. He’s waiting on his mom to arrive and watch Theo until he gets back.

“Daddy? You go?” A soft, slightly concerned voice comes from the end of their short hallway.

“Yeah buddy. Daddy’s got practice. Nanna is gonna come stay with you while I’m gone.” Tucker sighs, pushing his hands back through his hair to keep it out of his eyes. Despite his exhaustion he can’t help but crack a smile at the blanket covered toddler clambering towards him.

“Daddy, I go? I be quiet! I hold your water bottle!” Theo offers with a soft gasp, like he’s just come up with the most imperative job in the world. A reason why Tucker couldn’t possibly leave him behind.

The breath that leaves Tucker is a tired, but genuine at his son's heartwrenchingly sweet offer. Before Theo can even complete the look with puppy dog eyes Tucker is grabbing his phone to cancel on his own mom.

“Okay, buddy… go get dressed while I find your skates.” Tucker sighs with a nod and smiles as Theo runs back towards his room.

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A/N: this is what the inside of my brain has looked like all day. Let me know if you want more. ❤️

Tag list:

@saddleagain @anaso12 @slutevainterlude @charliesmustachee @thewineranout @lowkeyinslutera @oldrrcliners @tuckerpillsburyistheloml @blockme0utt @dieformybitch @honeyeyesworld @crossingrmind @cmprmise @jocelynlovesharrystyles @bigpinkbubble @harryslttlefreak @bndnrry @camouflagedinglitter @prettyfortucker @sunsh1n3s

[bigpinkbubble]

insta stories from bf!tucker and ballerina!reader

masterlist! taglist!

ballerina!reader

bf!tucker

AN: hi do we like i always get really self conscious before i post <//3

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[hxrtnett]

obsessed with rio amor rn i may finally make a wuhluhwuh fic

[tuckshoney]

How Not To Keep A Secret

In which Tucker Pillsbury plans to propose to his partner at the end of a weeklong vacation in Mexico. He’s determined to keep it a secret. He’s also… kind of winging it. What could possibly go wrong?

@oldrrcliners idea that I… twisted a little.

Warnings: None

Word count: not very many

*Monday— The Arrival*

There’s a soft rustle as Tucker presses record on his iPhone, finally finding the nerve to pull it out of his bag and prop it up in the sand next to him.

“God— look at her. I swear on my life she is both the most brilliant and oblivious person I’ve ever met. She always says I can never keep a secret… me!?” Tucker speaks lowly to the camera and fakes an indignant scoff.

He zooms in closely as you bend over, softly oohing to yourself as you pick up another seashell that you just have to have.

The focus barely has time to adjust before he’s zooming back out again, and back in on a spot in the sand much closer to him, where a perfectly cut engagement ring is nestled and just waiting to be found. A diamond he’d designed months ago just for you.

“Well, she’s right. I’ve been keeping this under wraps for months and it’s killing me,” He fakes a groan and laughs, sounding a bit awed as he continues,

“By the end of the week… that gorgeous, sea shell collecting mess of a woman is gonna be mine forever...” He adds, sounding a bit more breathless as he turns the camera on himself.

He’s sun-kissed behind his sunglasses and covered in sand but still looking off in the distance at you with a small unconscious smile painted on his lips. It's just his natural reaction to your presence, a joy so genuine he can’t help but let it show.

“She’s gonna be my wife, fuck… I may suck at keeping secrets… but I’m pretty damn good at loving her, so if a surprise is what she wants— a surprise is what she’ll get— even if I have to suffer in silence.”

*Camera cuts to black, followed by a title card*

How Not To Keep A Secret: A Video Guide by Tucker Pillsbury

(Edited by Ky Newman… the only witness)

*Tuesday- The Scope Out*

“I knew she’d wanna sleep in this morning,” Tucker starts talking to the camera before he’s even fully propped it up against the metal napkin dispenser on the table in front of him. “So I'm gonna use my free time to scope out PPP’s…that’s code for Potential proposal places—“

He pauses, straightening in his booth seat to look around. His white shirt ripples in the breeze that sweeps through the nearby open doors, bringing the morning light with it.

“Breakfast buffet is already a hard no…” He concludes with a shake of his head, his lip pulling in distaste.

“Too sticky…” He starts, counting off on his fingers before grabbing a napkin off of the table to prove his point when remnants of syrup cause the fabric to stick to his palm.

“Yeah, no… I’m not proposing to the love of my life with syrup fingers like a toddler…”

“too many old people… too loud… too public… Plus, she is not a morning person, so that would go over like a fart in church.” Tucker sighs, rolling the napkin in his hand into a messy ball. He tosses it back on the table, looking back down at the camera with mock defeat.

“I’m pretty much on my own here. So far Ky’s grand idea included me asking her in the arcade… and then kicking her ass at skeeball, and at this point I’m starting to consider it. Wish me luck, whoever ends up watching this.” He waves at the camera and makes a heart with his fingers before ending the video.

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A/N- I can write the rest of the weeks vlogs leading up if that’s something you guys would want to read… lmk 🤷‍♀️

Taglist:

@saddleagain @anaso12 @slutevainterlude @charliesmustachee @thewineranout @lowkeyinslutera @oldrrcliners @tuckerpillsburyistheloml @blockme0utt @dieformybitch @honeyeyesworld @crossingrmind @cmprmise @jocelynlovesharrystyles @bigpinkbubble @harryslttlefreak @bndnrry @camouflagedinglitter @prettyfortucker

[hxrtnett]

hello i love

[hxrtnett]

i’m so busy with life and i just wanted say thank you to all you for being so sweet and still around when i post 🥹 🤍🤍 i hope to have another fic for yall soon, you guys are the sweetest ever and thank you for being here and amazing and yeah okay i gotta be a college student now bye bye

[hxrtnett]

meeting in the diner — tucker pillsbury au

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ where mechanic!tucker and nurse!reader met for the first time

pairing. mechanic!tucker x nurse!reader

warning/contains. swearing? y/n used twice, not proofread, short fic :(

i broke through writers block for this, enjoy! i miss tucker sm. backstory part like 1 of 3? of these two :)

sitting down with a sigh, you relaxed into the little barstool of the diner across the hospital. you ran a hand through your hair as you let it loose, the headache from a night shift in the er was enough to have you sleeping for two days.

marta, the waitress who worked at the diner as much as you worked at the hospital, placed a glass of water in front of you. “thank you,” you said softly, smiling up at her.

“you want your usual, doll?” she asked, tilting her head softly. she mothered you quick as you came in here more and more for breakfast- your dinner. freshly graduated and early twenties, while she had kids about your age, she treated you with all the care she could give.

you looked at the menu you should know by heart now, thinking. “may i have the southern omelet?” you asked softly, she nodded and wrote it down- walking off to demand the order to be made with care.

“you’ve got princess treatment?” a voice beside you said, making you jump. you looked at the man as he settled beside you in the stool. nobody was sitting at the stools, yet here he was beside you. “i’m just a regular.” you informed softly, smiling politely.

the man could see your exhaustion, the bags under your eyes, and all the beauty you still radiated. “i’m tucker, nice to meet you, regular.” he said, teasing. he was a bit flushed, you could tell he was nervous. this made you actually smile.

“nice to meet you tucker, i’m y/n.” you introduced. the plate was placed in front of you, marta smiled softly, “how was your shift? tucker what can i get you honey?” she looked between you both. you smiled to yourself over the fact that marta knew his name, he was a regular too.

little did you know, as you were too tired to realize, was that he noticed you a few times and decided the next time he saw you he’d say something.

“shift was interesting. other charge nurse came in early to help me because it was that interesting.” you informed, making marta frown. tucker ordered and slid off his jacket. he wore a streaked dirty white tee, you noticed the splay of tattoos and the dexcom.

“you sure you wanna get a stack of pancakes?” you asked, eating your food. tucker turned his head to you, eyes narrowing, a small smile on his face. you looked at him, raising an eyebrow in challenge as you sipped your water.

“you sound like my mother,” “i sound like a considerate nurse.”

tucker shook his head with a smile, marta handed him the plate and he smugly looked at you. “i can have a few pancakes, see? only three. and i’m considerate with my amount of syrup.” he said and you rolled your eyes.

tucker liked this, liked you. he barely knew you, but he had a normal liking for someone he just met, and found beautiful from afar for ages.

“so you’re a nurse?” he asked, watching as you nodded and watched him eat. “yup, you’re a.. engineer?” you looked at his outfit, he shrugged, “close, mechanic.” he said and you hummed, nodding. “must be nice, a shorter shift.” you said, smiling. tucker nodded, “best thing ever, and i’m the owner, so i can pick and choose my days sometimes.” he said.

you sighed, “sounds so lovely.” you said and he chuckled, shrugging. “yeah, until i gotta go to meetings.” he murmured.

you two fell into silence as you two ate, marta refilled your water, shot tucker questions about her car, and then eventually left you two alone again.

“so, why’d you sit beside me? there are several empty chairs and booths.” you said, sipping your water and finishing your plate. you were craving crawling into your bed, sleeping for endless hours, but you lingered- because of him.

“for like two weeks i’ve picked the booths and other chairs but wanted to sit beside you, maybe get a word, get to know the pretty nurse that looks dead every morning.” he said. you laughed softly until you realized what he said fully, your cheeks flushing. his were too, but he was focused on the plate in front of him.

tucker looked at you, seeing that you were now staring at him softly. “what?” he asked, making you break out of the slight trance.

no guy tried with you, not that you were repulsive or anything, you were just too busy, sarcastic that it scared them, and smart to where it was intimidating. but all of it worked with tucker, and all you did was talk for thirty minutes.

“nothing, just didn’t expect to be noticed so consistently.” you murmured, ignoring the flush in your face and ears. “i’m flattered, i look insane.” you said, and he shook his head, “just tired.” he assured. that wasn’t helpful, you shot him a look and he laughed.

soon enough, you paid your bill and tucker was quick to follow. together you walked outside, tucker beside you. you stood in front of his car, “well, nice meeting you.” you said, smiling.

tucker smiled, his heart pounding as you were starting to leave. “would you want to go out for dinner? if you’re available and want to. i finally talked to the nurse i’ve been admiring from afar, i’d like to treat you to a dinner.” he said. you felt touched, flattery didn’t get to you quick, but with him it felt genuine.

tucker felt like he won the lottery when you smiled and nodded, “yeah, yeah that’d be nice. i’m free this thursday.” you said softly.

he gave you his number, you texted it so he had yours.

“i’ll see you thursday, tucker the mechanic.” you said softly, both of you grinning.

“i’ll see you thursday, y/n the nurse.”

tucker worked with a more than normal happy mood. you went to bed with smiles and a short dream of him.

thursday would come quick, you both just knew it.

taglist — @bigpinkbubble @camouflagedinglitter @crossingrmind @tuckshoney @oldrrcliners @bndnrry

[bigpinkbubble]

texts between bf!tucker and ballerina!reader 2!

masterlist! taglist!

an: for the three people that missed me.. HEYY BACK ON MY BULLSHIT!! sorry i haven’t been posting 2026 has been a rollercoaster so far <3

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[hxrtnett]

I can’t find your tag list can I please be added please ?? 🥀🥀

hello! i have one for my au but do not have one for my fics overall, i will add you to the au one but if you want to be added to an overall one lmk so i can make it!! 🤍🤍

[hxrtnett]

if you guys want (and this is me kindly asking) send asks for the mechanic au with prompts for blurbs or just for fics .. i wanna write but i dunno what to write about with them

i will respond after 4:30pm est but it’s all i can think abt despite having no ideas

[hxrtnett]

ADD ME TO UR TAGLIST YOUR STUFF IS PERF i live for your aus

OKAY I WILL YAYAYAYA (AND THANK YOY)

[hxrtnett]

Add me to you taglist pls 🥹

YES I WILL I LITERALLY WAS THINKING OF ADDING YOU WITHOUT YOU ASKINH 😭

[hxrtnett]

winter walk — tucker pillsbury au

𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ a walk in wintery maine

warning/contains. i believe nothing but cute shit

pairing. mechanic!tucker x nurse!reader

tucker’s warm hand was in yours as the two of you walked around the cold pathways of maine. he was layered in a hoodie and thick carhartt jacket, jeans and some thick socks with his boots- you dressed similar, in a puffer, thick hoodie, scarf and hat, tights under jeans, and winter boots.

this was your favorite part about visiting maine, the walks.

tucker made you walk around with him a lot, get some sunlight, fresh air, when you were off work and it was the weekend or he took off work. today’s walk was no different.

“the trees are so pretty, it’s so quiet.” you appreciated, making tucker nod and look around at the view. the two of you worked in loud settings, so the silence, white noise of cars from afar, or simply the wind brought peace. “wonder if we’ll see deer the further we walk.” tucker murmured to you.

from that comment, you were dedicated to keep walking.

the trail was peaceful, and the people who owned it or had say with it made sure it was a no hunting space. the view was too pretty, and the animals deserved a calm space. so, just by that, it was heavily populated with deer.

“i know sadie is mad we’re going on a long walk without her.” tucker said, making you chuckle and look at him, “she’s on the couch being loved by your mom, she is not mad whatsoever about avoiding the cold.” you said, making him grin. “yeah, now that you say that i’m sure she’s fine.” he said, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders.

he brought you in close and your arm wrapped around his back. the two of you stopped at the view of the frozen lake, the sight beautiful.

“im so jealous you grew up here.” you said, breathless. tucker watched everything settled around you and your eyes gleamed. “yeah, pretty nice isn’t it?” he agreed, looking out with you. “we’re retiring here.” you said, making him grin. “no question or doubt about it.” he said. you kissed his cheek and he went back to holding you close to him, both arms wrapped around you and head tilted down. “i’m glad we got to escape the big city for a bit.” he murmured, kissing you softly.

there, you both stood there in each others company, relaxed.

but a twig snapped and he looked up, holding you to him still. a grin spread across his face and slowly you turned your head to see deer. a mother and a baby, staring at you both. tucker watched your expression, and you slowly moved away from him. “don’t be a disney princess.” he warned as you stared at the deer, smiling like a kid.

tucker pulled out his phone and took pictures of you as the deer walked past, the fawns tail wagging a bit and it neared you, but scampered off to its mother. you looked at tucker, jaw dropped and in pure awe. he laughed and kissed your forehead.

“yeah, you’re meant for maine, baby.” he murmured against your forehead. he’d taken you to maine several times in the summer when you could get vacation time, and in the winter for the holiday. he’d seen you fit right in and handle whatever maine gave you, and the life he was raised in, you became an easy part of.

“wanna go back?” he asked you, taking you out of your trance. “yeah, sure.” you murmured, still watching where the deer went.

together, you both walked back, the wind hitting your faces and making you two press together. once you two reached his parents house, he opened the door for you and warmth flooded over you two. you were greeted by a loud bark, your lab running over in her sweater, greeting you both.

“hi sweet girl, you didn’t miss nothing! you’re a summer dog, and it’s winter and snowy out.” you greeted, petting her as tucker laughed softly and took off his layers. his mom watched softly, happily, as he helped you take off your jacket and hung it up.

life in maine was special to him, your guys’ home was like a shrine of maine from his decorating.

and life with you anywhere, was the most important thing.

it didn’t go unnoticed by his parents that he was joyful, happier when both worlds came together, happiest when you enjoyed it too.

taglist – @bigpinkbubble @camouflagedinglitter @crossingrmind

[hxrtnett]

heheheh smth tomorrow

[hxrtnett]

so how do you guys feel about cameron winter

[tuckshoney]

Hockey!Tucker one shot

You get invited to a hockey game by the rival team’s most obnoxious player.

I… I don’t know. Just read it I guess. Let me know how I did. 😂 🤷‍♀️ @honeyeyesworld

It all starts with a cocky wink during warmups.

Lane Mayfield, resident show-off of the UMaine Black Bears' rival team UNH, has never been a humble guy. He’s been in your DMs for months, pestering you into coming to a game. You wouldn’t have entertained it at all if it weren’t for your best friend—going to support her boyfriend—but you figured: two birds, one stone. If you just went, he’d leave you alone.

That turned out to be wishful thinking.

Your first misstep was giving him an awkward, half-hearted wave back. By the time the first period is almost over, he’s made it a habit to showboat every time he passes by your section of glass.

Lane looks directly at you, taps his chest with two fingers, and blows you a kiss every time he makes a half-decent play. Your politely dismissive facade slips, your will to exist waning with each celebration—and along with it, your fake smile.

Across the ice, a sharp pair of hazel eyes beneath the #5 and “PILLSBURY” printed across a jersey is watching carefully. The rubber of his mouthguard makes a horrible sound as he grinds his teeth against it.

At first, he’s irritated because Lane’s show-off behavior is distracting from the game. Not to mention it’s disrespectful to his teammates and cringy in general. Tuck finds himself rolling his eyes and scoffing with each play, muttering a few choice words to his own teammates about it.

But when he looks closer and catches that soft hitch in your smile—the one that screams I’m uncomfortable even from behind the thick glass—he decides this is more than over-celebration.

On the next face-off, Tucker makes sure he’s straight across from Lane, close enough to mutter through clenched teeth, “She's not smiling, Mayfield. Might want to try a new bit. That one's getting called for interference.”

“Oh, fuck off, Pillsbury. What? You jealous? Get your own girl… if you can remember how,” Lane scoffs back with a cocky sneer.

“Just play hockey, Mayfield… if you can remember how,” Tucker smiles back—all teeth.

Tucker’s words must have gotten into Lane’s head. He starts playing dirtier, taking cheap shots at the other Black Bear players and feeling way too proud of himself for it.

You’re basically slumped as far down in your seat as you can be, wishing the world would just swallow you whole and save you from this nightmare. But if Lane notices your embarrassment, he doesn’t care.

Lane skates along the boards, pushing the puck back and forth as he continues to showboat. He’s got that same cocky grin on his face, but where he goes wrong is the moment he looks down.

Tucker times it flawlessly.

The second Mayfield’s eyes are on the ice, Tucker pushes past with a perfectly legal check that sends Lane crashing into the boards with a sickening thud.

The barrier in front of your seat vibrates with the intensity of a fully grown man hitting the other side. Your hands fly up over your mouth, not in horror, but in shocked amusement that you just witnessed that actually happen.

A whistle catches your attention. You look up from the crumpled heap on the ice to find #5 for the Bears—a guy you’ve never seen before—making the I’m sorry sign against his chest toward Lane. But he doesn’t look sorry at all. He looks proud.

He glances up, his mischief-filled hazel eyes finding yours through his cage. This guy’s smirk is much softer, more of a knowing, lopsided grin. His gloved hand moves from his chest, raises to his mouth, and blows a sarcastic kiss your way. He throws in a wink, too, before skating off—which makes the whole arena laugh, because everyone was fed up with his antics.

He can’t help but toss one last comment over his shoulder at Mayfield, his voice clear and sharp over the fading roar:

“Turns out I did remember how... Did you?”

A/N: You thought I was done?

SURPRISE BOT:

Hockey!Tucker after the game

(Follows directly after the end of the one shot)

Taglist:

@saddleagain @anaso12 @slutevainterlude @charliesmustachee @thewineranout @lowkeyinslutera @oldrrcliners @tuckerpillsburyistheloml @blockme0utt @dieformybitch @honeyeyesworld @crossingrmind @cmprmise @jocelynlovesharrystyles @bigpinkbubble @harryslttlefreak @bndnrry