34. “You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t have the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you”
I think that everyone has their person. The one who makes them feel safe and loved. No matter how hard I try to feel differently Jack Rowden Hughes is that person for me.
We met freshman year of Highschool and we became fast friends. I was great at school and he was good at.. buying me food. Actually he was amazing at everything besides school but that didn’t matter because I completed him in that area. He is funny, kind, and knows how to make me feel special.
Girls began to notice Jack quickly. I was never put on the back burner but I also realized that I was never going to be one of those girls. The ones he dated. I was the one he played monopoly with at the lake. It hurt for a while but guys never saw me that way anyway.
Until one did. Alex Turcotte was always sweet and stoic, exactly the kind of guy I would usually want. For years I was blinded by Jack and I didn’t notice Alex.
Then last year he pulled me aside at the lake house confessing to me a crush he had had for a while. We had a summer fling and it was perfect.
Until today when Alex texted me to ask me why I wasn’t in the Lake House groupchat anymore. Apparently Jack took me out without telling me.
So I stormed over to his house. When the door swings open I can see him tense. “Hey y/n, what’s up?” He asks hesitantly.
“Not much Jack I just came here to ask what’s going on with you. Since last summer you’ve been really off with me and now I’m not invited to the lake. Did I do something wrong?” I thought I would sound angry but I just sounded hurt.
His hands went up to his eyes rubbing them in frustration. “I just don’t want you to go this year okay? Can you just accept that? How did you even find out anyway?”
“Alex told me -”
“Of course he did.” Jack interrupts. His voice has an edge to it I’ve never heard him use with me.
“Yeah he did but that doesn’t matter. You should have told me. You’re my best friend and you won’t even talk to me when somethings wrong. Why are you shutting me out?”
He sighs, “You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t have the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you. So yeah I don’t want to see your face all summer and remind myself of how bad I screwed up. Can you please just leave.”
He closes the door on my face as tears fall from my eyes. I immediately grab my phone to call Alex.
The next night I finally gather my courage to go back to his house. It’s late probably around midnight and I know my face is still red from crying but I don’t much care.
I walk up to his door and knock until he opens the door. “Y/n what are you -” I don’t let him finish his sentence before I press his lips to mine.
I’ve never kissed like this before. With Alex it was slow, sweet, and exploring. With jack we were attacking each other. All the tension, aggression, and passion was colliding into this kiss. Before long I was pulled into his house door closed behind me.
He pushes me up against the door and breaks the kiss. “What about Alex. I love you but please tell me you’re not cheating on Alex.” He says breathlessly.
“I called him yesterday breaking it off. He was fine with it, we were always more friends then anything.” I hurry out desperate to feel him on me once again. My brain catches up a moment later. “Wait you love me?”
His hands still clutching my hips he pulls me closer, “Of course I love you, do you love me?”
“I love you so much I can barely breathe.” I admit.
He has my lips addicted to his and my heart in his pocket before I can even think.
hey can i request prompts 2, 4 & 37 with luke hughes?
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2. “What the hell are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning?”
4. “You’re so fucking annoying! And- wait, are you hurt?”
37. “We should stop pretending” “Pretending?” “That we’re just friends”
The sounds of knocking filled my small home in New Jersey. Anxiety shoots through my chest. Who in the hell is knocking on my door at this hour? Part of me is telling myself to ignore it but my rampant imagination won’t let me do such a thing.
I walk as quietly as I can across the house hoping that I don’t alert the person on the other side of my door. I hold my breath as I look through the peephole. My anxiety dissipates for a moment when I see the man on the other side.
The hockey player on the other side of the door, who I befriended at work, looks tired. I open the door and his eyes widen slightly. “Hi Y/n.”
“Hi Luke,” I say. “What the hell are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning?”
I step aside to let him in, looking at him expectantly. He walks toward my countertop barstools and sits down. I can see him wince slightly as he sits. “I needed to talk to you.”
“You could have talked to me any other time of day. You’re so fucking annoying!” I’m half serious half kidding. He shifts again uncomfortably. “And- wait are you hurt?”
He shakes his head, “I’m fine don’t worry about it. We seriously need to talk.”
“We can talk once you show me what’s wrong.” I calmly refute, standing my ground.
He sighs and lifts his shirt. It takes all my self control not to leer at his carved stomach. Besides defined muscles there are also bruises scattered across his skin in varying sizes.
I rush toward him, “Luke what happened!?” My hands begin to trail his bruises slightly. I lift his shirt fully off of his head and I can hear his breath catch.
“The playoffs,” he mutters quietly.
When he speaks I can finally feel how close we are. I step back reminding myself that this is not how friends act. “Can I get you anything? Ice? Some pain killers?”
He shakes his head and looks into my eyes. “We could stop pretending.”
“Pretending?” I ask breathlessly as he pulls me between his legs.
He grabs my hips and my hands lay on his bare chest. “That we’re just friends.” The second the words leave his mouth our lips collide.
I melt into him. We move together perfectly starting with slow exploration. Soon though, our pace picks up. My hands run through his messy curls and he pulls me harder into him.
I tug his hair for a better angle and he groans. I pull away from him slightly, “Am I hurting you?” I ask him, looking down at his injuries.
“No baby,” he said making my heart flip. “Just please don’t stop.”
So I don’t stop. I kiss him until I don’t know where I end and he begins. And I keep kissing him as I breathless beg him to stay.
Hey guys I want to start writing again! Attached is my new prompt list along with my masterlist! Request whoever you want I might not get to all do them but I will try!
“Honestly, I rather die than stay in the same room as him”
“What the hell are you doing in my house at 3 in the morning?”
“I can’t believe I have to do this work with him”
“You’re so fucking annoying! And- wait, are you hurt?”
“Why is it so hard for you to admit that I’m better than you?” “Who said it’s hard for me?”
“Are we…” “Friends?” “Yup, that was definitely what I was about to say”
“Are you guys dating?” “No, I hate him” “Really? Because he was praising you so much the other night” “He was what?” “Oh, so you care?” “No! I don’t, I couldn’t care less”
“Why do you guys hate each other so much?” “He’s just annoying” “She’s too damn pretty… I mean, boring”
“I know I’ve hurt you, but please, only for today try to understand me, I’m not asking for your forgiveness… well, kinda, but-” “You don’t need to ask that, I already forgave you a long time ago”
“I hate him, I definitely hate him, who does he think he is to kiss me after all he did?” “I know that wasn’t nice, but why are you so nervous right now? You could just pushed him away like always” “Because I’ve might liked it”
“I’m freaking out, at the beginning it was fun to tease her, but now it’s just scary, I am feeling things when she looks at me”
“Are they fighting again?” “Worse, they’re kissing”
“Sometimes I hate you so much that things get confused in my mind, like right now, I was almost pulling you in to a kiss”
“Things were easier when you hated me back”
“Not gonna lie, you angry actually makes me feel… hot”
“When you’re shut up I almost like you”
“Wait a minute, did you just choke on your whiskey because (Y/N) is dating that asshole?”
“Today was weird” “Super” “But I kinda liked it dancing with you”
“I know I shouldn’t, but I’m falling for you”
“You’re making me dizzy, and not because of the usual reasons”
“Love’s certainly more complicated than I’ve ever thought”
“Yesterday I realized I miss you”
“Why don’t you hate me anymore!” “cause every single good memory I have, you’re there”
“We should talk about what just happened” “I refuse to talk about how I just lost control and kissed you”
“You’re my motivation every single day”
“Dare me again, and I’ll break you off”
“I’ve never been in love with someone but you, always you.”
“What are you talking about? We’re best friends!”
“C’mon, what are you guys even talking about? We’re nothing more than friends” “Well, what was that kiss another day then?” “A friendship kiss…?”
“Are you… jealous?”
“Did you just kiss me?”
“One last thing before I go, you really didn’t notice all those signs I gave to you?”
“If I stay here tonight and sleep by your side again, I won’t be able to control myself, not today”
“You’ve always been more than a friend to me, I just didn’t had the courage to admit it, and now I’ve lost you”
“Do you remember? When we were twelve? We promised to marry each other, being honest, I always hoped you wouldn’t broke this promise”
“I think I messed things up, I’m not in love with her, I’m in love with (Y/N)”
“We should stop pretending” “Pretending?” “That we’re just friends”
“I want to ruin our friendship”
“We’re only friends, stop being a pain in the ass” “Well, he wasn’t talking about you as a friend yesterday” “He did what?”
“I don’t care about who’s she’s hanging out with, she can do whatever she wants” “Even if she’s hanging out with your archenemy?” “I beg your pardon?”
“So, for how long are we gonna pretend we don’t love each other more than friends?”
“You’ve been my best friend for all these years, and I’m really grateful for everything you did to me, but I can’t stay here watching you fall in love with someone else, because the truth is… I’m in love with you”
“Everytime I look at you I feel my heart breaking, because I need you, desperately, and you never notice”
“Am I an end-of-party love to you? ”
“Don’t cry, you don’t need to hide your feelings, I feel the same”
“Well, since we were kids I planned to marry you someday”
“I’ve been waiting forever to hear that”
“Sometimes I allow myself to imagine a future where we are together, a future where I can hold your hand and bring you closer and when I’d smile to you, you’d call me ‘love’, a future where I am more than a friend ”
“Yes, I’ll clean your mess once again, I’ll do it, but not because we are friends, because I am fucking in love with you”
“There’ll be a day where I’ll look at you and all this pain will be gone”
“Fuck, I’m sorry okay? But I can’t hide my feelings anymore”
“Did you just… wait, you love me?”
“Dance in the rain with you will always be my favorite thing in the world, cause in those moments, I feel like you love me back”
Thank you so much for the request! I changed it a little from the original prompt I hope you don’t mind!
2. Sitting on the counter watching them brush their teeth / shave in the morning
Relationships are about communication and compromises. Nico and I have to have extra good communication because of how much he’s gone. A lot of time and trust is put into this relationship and I’m so happy that we have each other.
Sometimes when he’s home finding time to spend together can be hard. He’s at the rink training or playing a game most days. I have work and other responsibilities. Tonight he had a game and I watched it while I worked out. Compromise.
After the game and the post game show I made my way to the bathroom. I run myself a bubble bath. I look down at my legs and realize that I need to shave.
The bath just finishes filling when I hear a knock on the bathroom door. “Baby can I come in?” I hear Nico say.
“Yeah sure,” I reply. “But I’m in the bath.” I warn as I begin putting shaving cream on my leg. Nico walk through the door without a pause.
“Was that supposed to ward me off?” He jokingly questions. “I will always be happy to see you taking a bath.” I chuckle as he presses a soft kiss to my lips.
He puts the toilet lid down and takes a seat. I watch him as he loosens his tie and unbuttons the top few buttons of his dress shirt. His sleeves are rolled up and he looks so incredibly attractive.
“Stop biting your lip like that or your not going to get anything done.” He jokes and breaks me out of my trance.
I just smile and begin shaving. Now he’s the one watching me with his lip between his teeth. “I saw that you scored the game winner. Mr. 30 goal scorer.”
I look over at him and he blushes. He’s always so modest about his achievements, “The team is great this year. We really want it.”
“Yeah I can tell, you guys are a real unit. I’m proud of you captain.” I really mean what I say. I’m incredibly proud of him.
He smiles so big and my heart nearly bursts. “Thank you my love.” He leans down and brings his lips to mine. I drop the razor and bring my soapy hands into his hair. We part for a moment, “Are you done yet?” He asks.
“No not yet.” I say grabbing the razor from the bottom of the tub. We make small talk about what I did today while I finish shaving but I’m antsy to get out of the bath.
When I’m finished I don’t even care to grab my towel. I just step out of the bath and pull Nico to me. “We need to have more of these bath chats.” He says between kisses.
“I couldn’t agree more.” I reply grabbing him by the tie and pulling him on to our bed.
Hear me out, Boldy falling for a girl who constantly has her guard up is quiet and reserved. However, he tries and tries to get her to let her guard down which she eventually does and she's able to be herself with him and it's all very sweet
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I’ve kept to myself for most of my life. I’m not shy, in fact I quite enjoy being around people. People watching is one of my favorite activities, I think I got that from my Dad. He always told me that it was better to know more about others then they know about you. Asking other people about themselves is attractive, or so I was told.
It turns out I took the advice all too literally. I have my family and my best friend I’ve known since birth and that’s it. I keep everyone else at an arms length. Even my best friend says that my stoicism would he intimidating if she didn’t know me so well. Luckily she knows me more then anyone else in this world.
My childhood was hard dealing with mental and physical ailments due to abuse. So I decided to understand it better. I went to school starting at 16 and double Majored in Kinesiology and Psychology. I wanted to truly understand the body and mind after what mine had been through.
I became a trainer for my colleges hockey team while I was getting my Master of Science in Kinesiology with a concentration in exercise psychology. After 6 years of working my ass off at the age of 22 I became the youngest ever NHL athletic trainer for the Minnesota Wild. Of course have some connections that helped me get this job but not without being qualified.
Quickly I became acquainted with the team. I listened to them so that I could know their bodies and I got damn good at my job. There was always one guy who wasn’t content with the arms length approach I kept. Matt Boldy. This guy is always asking me questions about myself while I’m trying to help him. Deliberately ignoring my question because he’s trying to get to know me.
I should find it sweet, but it’s beginning to frustrate me. I’m not trying to make friends here I’m trying to do my job. I can’t tell him that. He’s so nice to me and his smile is breathtaking. I couldn’t be the one to take the smile off his face.
Today is like any usual morning. I’m the rookie amongst the trainers so I have to make sure to restock everyday before everyone gets here. “Morning Y/n.” A familiar voice calls out. I recognize it right away to be the blonde boy.
“Good morning Matt.” I say curtly watching as he pulls himself on to my table.
He smiles at me, “You look lovely today.”
I shake the compliment away and furrow my eyebrows. I’m sure a blush is evident on my face but ignoring it seems like the best option.“Your sholder is still bothering you, would you like me to wrap it again?”
He looks taken aback and that makes me smirk. I like that I shocked him. “My shoulder is fine, stop deflecting.” He responds with mock anger.
“It’s not fine, you favored your right arm while jumping up on my table. You never do that.” I know I that I’ve caught him when he smiles widely.
He leans in a little, “I like how much you pay attention to me.”
“It’s my job but I’m glad you get some enjoyment out of it.” I reply easily.
He begins to take of his shirt. I’ve seen plenty of the guys shirtless, including Matt a handful of times but it feels different this time. We’re alone in this room and he’s half clothed. “I’ll let you wrap my shoulder if you stop deflecting when I ask you things.”
My eyebrows raise and I smirk knowingly. I’ve mastered deflecting, but he needs his arm wrapped so I’ll try my best. “Sure.”
“Why did you choose this field of work? You’re crazy smart, you could have done anything.” I smile at the compliment.
Carefully massaging his arm I say, “It made the most sense with my degrees, and I know someone in the organization.” The response is easy and not deflecting.
“What do you have degrees in?” He asks looking genuinely curious. I feel weird with his gaze on me like this.
I sigh, I hate talking about it because people think I’m lacking humility. “I have two Bachelor’s in Kinesiology and Psychology and a Master of Science in Kinesiology.” I’m blunt hoping he won’t dwell on it.
“You’re only 22 right? He asks and I nod, “Good, just double checking.” He smiles and we sit in silence for a moment before he speaks up again. “Why did you choose those degrees.”
I simply respond, “I find them interesting.”
I finish wrapping his sholder but he stays on my table and keeps talking. “Can you elaborate.”
“The body and mind are intricate and intriguing.” I can sense the familiar feeling coming into my chest. The anxiety that prohibits me from being vulnerable.
He nods and says, “Yeah I get that but you could have done anything.” He sighs rubbing his face in frustration but his smile still remains. “What I mean is, what is the personal connection you have with those majors. Why are you passionate about it. I want to understand.”
“This conversation is sneaking it’s way out of the strictly professional territory it’s supposed to stay in.” I try to remind him of our work relationship but he doesn’t seem to care.
He shakes his head at my unwillingness to comply. “I’ve seen most of my co-workers naked, I don’t think this particular question is crossing any lines that shouldn’t be crossed.”
“I - um well I guess I didn’t feel like I had that much control over my mind and body growing up. So I wanted to understand it for myself and help other people use theirs to achieve their goals.” I turn away from him and put my things away slowly and carefully.
I can hear him shift but he stays in the table, “Why didn’t you feel like you had control over your body?”
“Again not a topic I would like to get into at work.” I know I’m deflecting by this point but I’m not sure how he even got this far.
I jumps of the table and I turn to face him. “Let me take you out to dinner then?” It’s a statement but he says it like a request. Like it’s such an easy thing to ask of me.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I mutter quietly.
He runs his hand through his hair, clearly thinking about what he’s going to say. “I think it’s a good idea. I like you a lot but I don’t really know you as well as I want you. Sometimes I get to see you, like when you hide your laughs at Kirills stupid jokes or when you John are talking medicine and you light up. But I want to know more. Is that okay?”
I’m shocked by his sincerity and I’m not sure what to say but the words come out anyway. “No one has really noticed me before.”
He takes a step toward me, looking deep into my eyes. “It’s impossible not to notice you Y/n, everyone else is just too stupid to realize how amazing you are.”
I smile despite myself, “You have my number from the groupchat right?” I ask referring to the big groupchat with the practice schedule in it.
“Yeah of course,” He replies. “I’ll text you.”
I push step away from him, “Okay, now get out of here I have work to do.” He smirks at me and grabs his shirt leaving the room. A few moments later my phone lights up.
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Cradling their face in your hands and softly kissing their forehead
My entire life people have been in and out. My dad travels for a living so he wasn’t around a lot and my older sibling moved out when I was young. I thought I would stray away from people like that as I got older, from the pain of abandonment. Instead, I fell in love with an NHL player who will be away from me for half the year every year.
I guess it’s the old saying, a moth to flame. We go back to the things we know are bad for us no matter how hard we try to stay away from it. I go back to people who will inevitably leave me, even if it’s not forever.
I sometimes wonder if I took what my mom said too literally. “Nothing worth fighting for is easy.” Nico is worth it, so much so that I’d give the world for him and he knows it.
He’s away on a road trip. I feel slightly empty without him. I go about my days like normal but knowing he won’t be next to me in the morning breaks my heart a little. I fall asleep every night with him in my mind.
This morning I wake up to a body next to mine. I’m confused and exhausted. “Nico?” I whisper but there is no reply. I open my and see the love of my life next to me. He’s fast asleep.
He must have come home early to suprise me but I was already in bed. I take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead. I revel in the peace of the morning and the beauty in his features. He shifts awake slowly. “Good morning love.” He then pulls me into his arms. “I was supposed to be awake before you to surprise you.”
“I am surprised.” I pause, “and I’m so happy you’re home.” I say and I mean it. I’ve missed him desperately.
He starts placing soft kisses in my hair, “Stay in bed with me today?” He requests softly.
“Of course.” I respond automatically dismissing any obligations I have for the day. What matters besides him and I?
He traces patterns on my back gently and whispers sweet nothing. I nod back off to sleep in his arms thankful that I will wake up once again with him instead of without.
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15. Not being able to stop smiling while kissing
16. Taking silly pictures in a Photo Booth
Jack and I have been best friends for years. Deep down I’ve always loved him, it’s hard not to love him. Recently it’s been challenging to hide my feelings from him. He’s been extra flirty and over the top with me. I’m trying to resist because I don’t want to lose him.
He’s home for the summer and besides his golf trips with Quinn and Trevor we’ve been hanging out the whole time. We decided to go to the Zap Zone by his house for old times sake. We always used to go to play glow golf and laser tag.
I knock on the Hughes door even though they’ve expressed that I don’t need to. It feels weird if I don’t, what if I saw Luke in his underwear or something. I could be permanently scarred. “Coming!” I hear someone yell behind the door.
The door swings open and Trevor is standing in front of me. “Hey Y/n/n,” He pulls me in for a quick hug. “Jack is almost done getting all dolled up for your date.”
I shake my head at him, “It’s not a date and you know it Zegras.”
He gasps with fake shock, “Not a date? If Jack isn’t treating you right I’m always here to show you a good time.” He wiggles his eyebrows at me.
“Shut up Z.” I say unable to hold back my laugh. If nothing else Trevor has always been funny.
Finally Jack runs downstairs, he’s wearing a basic pair of black jeans and a crew neck but he looks unreal. “You ready Y/n/n?” He asks and I nod, “Let’s get out of here then.”
He takes my hand and walks me to the car. Opening my door for me so that I can get in. As we sit in the car and talk I feel myself falling into our rhythm. We are friends who flirt and hold hands sometimes. It’s weird but I don’t care as long as I have him.
We play glow golf. He insists on showing me how to putt because I “don’t know how to do it”. When I try to remind him that we used to play glow golf together all the time he just smirks and tells me that I’m rusty. When he stands behind me with his chest pressed against my back and his hands covering mine my heart goes crazy. I’m breathless as he steps away from me.
The rest of glow golf goes smoothly. I convince myself that he was just trying to throw me off my game. That has to be the reason he held me like that.
After glow golf we decide to play arcade games. I spot the Photo Booth and grab Jack’s hand. “Can we please get pictures?” I ask gesturing toward the booth. He nods and we squeeze in the small space.
Our first picture we smile regularly, then I stick my tough out and put a piece sign behind Jacks head for the second. He smiles and pulls me on to his lap messing up my hair for the third picture. Then our eyes meet and he pulls me in placing his lips on mine. I don’t even notice that the final picture has already happened. I’m completely addicted to him and this feeling.
I pull away keeping my forehead against his. “Why did you do that?” I whisper.
“Because I like you.” He responds, “For a long time I’ve liked you.”
I smile, “I have too.” I pause and place my hands on both sides of his face. “I can’t believe you just did that.” I let out a shocked chuckle.
“Can I do it again?” He reply’s simply and I nod immediately. He brings his mouth to mine once again and I can’t help but smile as we kiss. I can feel him smiling too. Nothing is better then this.
can i request prompts 67 and 1 with trevor zegras? he breaks down because of the hard losses and he feels at blame? thanks!
Thank you so much for the request! I love these prompts so I hope you like it! (Warning it’s pretty sad) (I was feeling angsty apparently)
Cradling their face in your hands and softly kissing their forehead
“I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you.”
Trevor has always been my better half. The sunshine to my rain. His smile lights up a room and I think he knows it. Recently I can tell he’s been strained after games. He’s emotional and very competitive so the losing has taken a bit of a toll.
I haven’t paid too much attention to how the losing could be affecting him. Mostly because him coming home angry means a good night in bed for the both of us. Today though he wasn’t angry after the game. He looked defeated, unable to even smile at me.
“Baby are you okay?” I ask, stepping into our room. He’s sitting on edge of the bed with his face in his hands. When he looks up at me his eyes are red from crying making my heart drop.
He wipes his eyes, “How can you even look at me?”
“What do you mean?” I’m so confused. He’s crying and I’m frozen. I’ve never seen him cry before and I don’t even know why he’s upset.
He shakes his head, “Didn’t you watch the game? I’m the reason we lost it. I’m the reason we lose most of them. I should be scoring more and making less mistakes. I’m letting everyone down including you.”
“Trevor,” I say releasing a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Quickly I make my way over to him kneeling next to the bed. “You guys are a team. The loss is never ever just one persons fault. You are arguably the best player on that team, you can’t be expected to have the best game ever every single day.” I pause taking a moment to tilt his head. I force him to look me in the eyes, “I’m proud of you every game whether the team wins or loses because you’re doing what you love.”
He releases a shaky breath, “I’m sorry.”
“Please don’t say that. You have absolutely nothing to be sorry for.” I slowly take his face in my hands. I press a soft kiss on his forehead then bring his head to my chest.
He tries to pull away, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“I don’t want you to be alone right now. I’m here, I’m not going to leave you.” I pull back to look in his eyes, “Is that okay?”
He nods so I take my opportunity to hug him. I can feel him shake from his sobs and I’m trying not to get emotional. I’m just rubbing his back whispering “It’s okay, let it out.”
We sit like that for a little while until he falls asleep in my arms exhausted from crying. I pull him carefully onto the bed with me, slipping us both softly under the covers. I hold him while I cry quietly trying not to wake him. I mutter heartbroken I love you’s as I nod off to sleep hoping everything will be okay again in the morning.
prompt #2 and #15 with andrei service since he had that little beard moment during the stadium series <3
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2. Sitting on the counter watching them brush their teeth / shave in the morning
15. Not being able to stop smiling while kissing
Andrei has a perfect face. I’m bias because he’s my boyfriend but the fact remains. He is usually clean shaven which I very much appreciate. I couldn’t imagine a life where his dimples are hidden. Recently though he didn’t shave so he could have some facial hair for the outdoor game.
I got attached to the scruff very fast. Feeling it while we kiss is a new kind of attractive. It’s erotic. Everything about Andrei is a little erotic, but especially with the beard.
This morning he announced something tragic, “Darling I’m shaving the beard.” He called from the bathroom.
“Wait!” I yelled running to him hoping he hasn’t started yet. When I enter the bathroom his arms are crossed over his chest and he’s leaning against the counter.
He smirks seeing my desperation, “I knew it.” He continues after a moment, “You love the beard.”
I bring my hands up to hold his face, he drops his arms so that they are planted on my hips. “I’m conflicted,” I say and his eyebrows raise. “You look very hot with the beard and it feels amazing during certain activities.” He smirks, “But I love your face and this hides it. Also I can’t lick your dimples.”
He barks out a laugh and kisses me softly. The scruff rubs against my face and I shiver. “Why don’t we test what you like better.” He smiles and brings his lips back to mine.
I revel in it. The feeling of my skin being scratched, the way his lips mold onto mine. After a moment he pulls back. He grabs hold of my hips and picks me up, placing me on the counter.
He takes his time shaving, moving slowly and methodically. I think he’s being extra slow because he’s never had that much facial hair. He doesn’t want to knick himself. Soon his once covered face is shown.
He wipes the remaining shaving cream away and applies some after shave. Then he steps between my legs grabbing my chin with force. His lips meet mine once again.
I’m smiling so hard and I can feel him smiling as well. I pull back momentarily to lok at his dimples before placing his lips back on mine.
“So which do you like better?” He finally asks.
I sigh, “I just love it when you kiss me.” He seems to like that answer.
warnings: swearing, minor injury/tending to injury, reader is disappointed in themselves, financial insecurity, hurt/comfort
a/n: injuries are not accurate to the specific fight mentioned, idiot as a term of endearment :) feedback is always appreciated, my inbox is a safe space and anons are on!
You’ve been playing house with Arber for the past few weeks now. After Marty gave Arber the disappointed look for being tardy to practice once (literally, just once), he used it as the perfect excuse for you to half move in with him. He’d slyly placed a pink toothbrush next to his black one and bought duplicates of your favorite products. He later admitted– with a scratch of his neck and blushing cheeks– when you asked him in a mini panic why he had the Laneige lip mask on his bedside table, that he’d snooped around your apartment and snapped pics of your drawers when he was over.
“It’s not a big deal baby,” he’d cooed, bundling you up tightly in his arms. “Think of it like a test run since your lease is ending soon. If you like being here you can just move in then!” You’d held your protest on the matter back for once in your life when you cast your eyes around and saw the room riddled with your presence: hair ties on his bedside table, your shirts cuddled up neatly next to his in the closet, extra firm pillows stacked on one side of the bed, even your bra, discarded hastily, that you really did need to pick up. The idea did make logical sense.
However, it still gave you pause. You knew Arber would insist on paying for the rent in full. You’ve always hated him spending anything on you for fear that if things ever went sour, it might be something you’d feel guilty about. Arber just didn’t get it. He should, coming from a blue collar background, but at the first whiff of being able to provide for himself and the people he loves without worry, he did just that. He takes pride in doing that. Though he is not very long removed from the lifestyle that you still find yourself in, your hesitations ring foreign to him sometimes. Your insistence on buying things for the apartment and yourself, saving for months and still having to scrounge to fly out for the odd away game, and skipping drinks at the bar to keep your tab down, have all been points of contention in your relationship. Arber just wants to provide for you, keep you from worrying about the aforementioned things, but maintaining financial independence is something you’ve emphasized, potentially too many times, as being important to you.
Still, Arber is unrelenting. Sneaking his credit card over the counter while tempting you to look at the cute dog across the street, food for two (well, three with how he eats) appearing in his fridge, the odd designer piece being placed in one of your drawers, be it at your place or his… He always insisted, with a damning kiss to your protesting lips, that you’d pay him back in other ways.
And so tonight, you guess, is one of those ways. Arber had dummied Zach Kassian in the first. You watched with held breath as he rag dolled the older man to the ice and marched himself right to the box, arms pumping the air with testosterone riddled adrenaline. While in the moment, you always watch his fights through split fingers, his time in the sin bin and any replays you might sneakily watch before he gets home, ignite a different set of feelings. Arber had found out about your little secret after his first preseason fight; you’d had three cups of tea the next day and took a half day at work. Unfortunately, you think you’ve Pavlov’d the idiot into fighting more. Much to the dismay of your Arber’s medicine cabinet. While you’re resolute on not giving in tonight, you saw his split hand leaking blood onto the penalty box floor and know it will need more tending to when he gets home.
Home. To your shared apartment. The one you have a set of keys to that is on a ridiculously high floor of a beautiful building in downtown Montreal. A sigh escapes your lips as you forcibly push down the guilt creeping up your throat like heartburn.
You busy yourself with menial tasks until Arber gets back: empty and reload the dishwasher, put a load of towels in the wash, shower and do your skincare, write a grocery list for the week… Even the chores remind you of your grievance. The realization of how much Arber’s little plan has caused codependence to permeate your lifestyle releases a huff from your chest.
Fear has driven your active prevention of this type of lifestyle well thus far. But clearly not well enough as you take in the sheer amount Arber has spent on you, as exemplified by the apartment, and how interconnected your daily lives are. Your frustration mounts at being incapable of upholding multiple things so morally important to you. Arber is not to blame. Not for loving you fiercely and wanting your life to be comfortable. You just wish you’d been more perceptive of the changes and flimsiness of your backbone.
With your annoyance peaking and all the timing of a dumbass idiot, Arber waltzes through the door. He radiates cockiness as he takes in your form standing mere feet from the front door.
“Waiting for me were ya sweetheart?”
You can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes; your childish annoyance at how much you love your boyfriend and love living in his stupid fucking apartment with him, taking over. You turn on your heel and begin a pouty stomp up the stairs. Curse him for being so pretty and confident and stupid and and– just absolutely everything you love to hate right now.
“Baby that was my best fight yet and you’re gonna make me work for it?” His voice drifts up the stairs after you but your pace is unrelenting. And it’s the fact that if you weren’t currently in the middle of an unjustified rageful spiral, you’d have already jumped him (and he knows it) that has you retaliating,
“Jesus Arber! Maybe you should stop assuming that doing your job entitles you to sex!”
Yet down by the doorway, Arber, the self proclaimed kind and gentle guy, accustomed to the sharpness of your hangry tongue or the unpredictability of your insecurities, gives pause rather than rising to your jab. He’s still for a moment. After a heartbeat, the arc of his confused brow accompanies him toeing off his dress shoes and his dissipating cockiness. He pauses before following you up the stairs, unsure if he should take his tie off or leave it on for you to loosen like always. He sets his keys in the bowl on the entryway table, something you’d brought over the other day. He notices a pink gel pen list hanging on the fridge, pinned by a magnet from your favorite coffee shop.
With assured steps, Arber makes his way upstairs, following the warm white glow toward your en suite bathroom. He peers cautiously around the doorway. Your eyes, filled with an annoyance similar to that of a rain dampened cat, meet his.
“Well come on then. I saw the cut on your hand.” You mutter, emotionless, eyes darting back toward where you’re rifling through bandaids and antiseptic.
“Still gonna play nurse even when you’re pissed with me?” Arber’s question lifts at the end, forced upward reactionarily by a squeeze of his heart. He knows then that you’re not really upset with him; he’d have had the door slammed in his face promptly after a pillow and blanket were tossed in his direction if you were. He takes a cautious step toward you, arms swirling around your torso and head dropping to the perfectly shaped crevice in your neck.
The last remaining shreds of petty protest against a crime Arber himself hasn’t even committed, have you writhing gently in his grasp.
“Arber–”
“Shhh,” he hushes softly, “ ‘M not tryna get with you. Put those claws away will ya?”
Your head rolls back against his ducked shoulder. You refuse to meet his eyes as the last of your anger bleeds away into tepid frustration; your love for being in his strong arms at any time grows to outweigh your desire to maintain this cold front and shrug him off. The stillness of your frame urges Arber to press an unassuming kiss against your soft skin.. and another… and maybe one more for good luck.
“What’s going on baby? Something happen?” The roughness of his quiet voice causes your pulse to hum. This feels like home, you think, which fuels a surge of fresh frustration.
“I– just take your shirt off would you? I’m tired and wanna get this over with so I can go to bed.” You surge forward to break from his grasp. Spinning on your heel, you cross your arms indignantly to accompany the pointed look you give him. You watch Arber pick his words carefully.
“You always do it for me…”
It’s obvious then that he’s not nervous or frustrated or treading carefully with you. He’s being his normal teddy bear self in hopes that his vulnerability will encourage yours. Your permafrost layer melts at the realization. Now shy under his honest gaze, your eyes fall to his dress shirt and tie. You’d picked this tie for him before he left. Arber always claimed he was color half-blind. Really he just wanted to try and kiss you while your focused face was so close to his, your tongue peeking out in concentration. Nimble hands reach to unthread the knot he haphazardly retied postgame.
He’s silent as he watches, though his eyes speak loudly of his love. With self assuredness he has come to expect, you place the unraveled tie on the counter behind you and move swiftly to unbutton his shirt.
“Can’t get blood on this damn thing again. Dry cleaner can’t get the stain out my ass…” Arber smiles at your muttered musings. Your hands slip over his now bare chest to rid him of the garment. Without instruction, he turns to sit on the closed toilet. With sure hands, you reach for the isopropyl alcohol you’ve singed his skin with many times now and prepare a cotton round. You notice you don’t have to prod at his knee with your own: he’s already created a space for you between his legs.
“Why are you upset baby?”
Your eyes flick to his for the first time in a few bated minutes. Arber’s stare is so genuine you chew your answer a few times before opening your mouth. Having to say it out loud causes you to bristle one more fruitless time.
“Cause we’re like… so fucking domestic its ridiculous.” Your hands fiddle restlessly with the drenched cotton pad, not moving to press it against his skin.
Arber’s endeared smirk is immediate. He thinks it's cute when you’re frustrated. Unafraid hands reach for the back of your thighs, tugging gently to place you well within his personal space. His strong fingers brush up and down your legs. You reach to thumb at his collarbone, looking for something to do to dissipate your uneasy energy. Arber gives your ass a gentle squeeze, drawing you impossibly closer to him.
“Soo.. you’re pissed about a pink gel pen list on our fridge…” His teasing tone has Hades flames sparking in your eyes again. Without hesitation or remorse, you press the cotton pad idle in your hand to a cut under his left eye.
“Oww shit! Fuck baby give a guy some warn–”
“Your fridge!” You hiss, before gasping and falling slightly forward. You catch yourself on Arber’s shoulder and try not to blush at the way your boyfriend’s hands squeezed and pulled at your body on reflex.
“Y/N we’ve been over this.” Arber groans softly, both in pain and frustration.
“Okay and? Don’t get pissy with me about it if I wanna make it clear that this is your apartment and–.”
“Sweetheart, you just shoved rubbing alcohol so hard into my face I felt it in my ass okay? Gimme a break here.” His sigh is muddled by a breathy chuckle, his grip loosening a fraction.
Arber creaks his eyes open slowly to find you sheepish and blushing. Your stare however, in contention, remains confident, unwavering. Arber’s hands skate over the curve of your ass up to your waist. His eyes are kind.
“Come ‘ere. White flag baby… truce.” Always bending at the will of his strong hands, you let him move you to straddle his hips. His hands roam innocently, Arber finding comfort in your closeness. A gentle drag of the cotton across his cut has you setting the piece aside. Your arms come to reach around his neck, flicking his backwards hat off his head. His nose brushes yours. You fiddle gently with his damp hair.
“Soo… it’s not our house?” Arber asks gently after a few beats. Your bangs fall from behind your ear as you shake your head softly. With careful fingers, Arber drags his hand over your cheek to replace your hair behind your ear. As you lean into his palm a feather light fraction, Arber hums.
“Alright… that’s okay sweetheart. I get it.” Another pause. “Are you scared about it being our house? What is it that’s upsetting you?” His voice is sure, even.
You try to craft your explanation but it’s wildly distracting looking into Arber’s eyes and seeing the moon he’s hung for you. Even worse when he places the softest kiss on your lips.
“You can do it honey, it’s okay.” With an encouraging tap to your ass, you find your voice.
“I… I’m worried you’ll resent me for taking so much from you.”
Your head droops before you can see the confusion quickly overridden by love in Arber’s expression. His nose bumps your forehead.
“You’re my home… what’s mine is yours.”
He says it like it’s simple.
The unassuming kiss on your forehead and then cheek makes you believe maybe it is.
You’re sure it is when you see the purity of Arber’s expression. Your thumb reaches out to brush his cheek in hopes to see if he’s real; that a man could look at you the way Arber is right now.
“You can still be as independent as you want, I’m sorry if I’ve been too much.” You shake your head insistently, not knowing how to articulate verbally that the way he loves you is already more than you think you deserve.
“That’s why we’re doing baby steps though, right? Until you see I’m for real.” He adds.
A snort follows a few moments later as does a teasing squeeze from Arber.
“I mean you’re the one who brought the onion chopper over and that ridiculously specific laundry detergent.” He smiles at you as he jostles you in his lap, boyish glee making him the most handsome you’ve ever seen him. Your armor falls without your consent, a smile to match Arber’s betraying you.
“You told me you love the onion dicer…” At this Arber laughs. You lean forward to kiss the smile off his lips, getting lost for a moment.
“You’re right I did.” He pulls you back with his hand splayed across your neck and thumb under your chin to kiss you deeper. The feel of his hard chest against yours and his locks slipping through your fingers distracts you for a moment. You’re so in sync with each other you’re not sure if your hips roll over his on your own accord or if Arber does it for you.
But he’s not done. Suggestive hands reveal the answer when he murmurs lowly, “Now finish up so I can take care of you.”
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6. Taking a break from washing dishes to slow-dance in the kitchen to their favorite song.
15. Not being able to stop smiling while kissing.
Matt and I started living together after we both realized that I spent more nights at his place then mine. It became stupid to spend the money on rent. Now it’s our place. The décor is almost all his doing but you can tell I’ve made my mark.
One of the ways I significantly improved our home is cleaning. I enjoy cleaning. It’s mindless and I can use that time to disappear in music. Of course Matt has his own chores, he deals with the finances, the trash, and the laundry.
All around it’s a good deal but some days I can get a little tired of cleaning. After my online class this morning I walked in on him doing the dishes. He absolutely hates doing the dishes.
I take a moment to admire him. The way his sleeves are rolled up should be a crime. His blonde hair is falling in his face. I can’t help but stare. He looks up at me, “Hey baby.”
“Good morning love,” I say walking up to him. I get up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips and I can’t stop my smile. “Will you dance with me?”
He looks down, “Darling my hands are all wet.”
“I don’t care.” I reply grabbing his hands and placing them on my hips. I shiver at his touch. He calls out to the Alexa telling it to play a song. My arms go around his neck as Coming Home by Leon Bridges starts to play.
Matt begins to sway with me. As we move in unison throughout the kitchen he sings the song softly in my ear.
Baby, how I'd be grieving
If you wanted to leave me all alone now
By myself, I don't want nobody else
The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, girl
You're the only one that I want
My heart is so full, as the song dies down and another slow song starts to play I pull him down to kiss me. We stand kissing for minutes, soft pecks over and over. Smiling through the kisses he pulls me tighter against him until we are practically fused together.
Eventually we remember that the water is still running and he should finish the dishes. I hug him from being while he washes the last few. When he’s done he turns around to hold my again, swaying to the music playing in the background.
The world leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, he’s the only one I want to be around.
prompts 6 and 11 with ex bf or ex fling/hookup trevor
you felt like everything was falling apart. you had barely gotten out of bed during the past week. barely eaten, barely showered, barely stayed awake long enough to remember what had happened and make yourself cry yet again. you hated how badly this breakup hurt you considering how much the relationship had hurt. it wasn’t toxic, by any means. you and trevor just had conflicting schedules, overly busy lives, and not enough time for each other. it was hurting both of you to only be together to sleep at night, and not even then when trevor was on the road. so he ended it, and you agreed with him, though you start to regret that decision even more with every day that passes.
the doorbell rings eight days after, while you’re standing in the kitchen deciding if you’re going to subject yourself to yet another bowl of ramen. you look over to your roommate who just shrugs and moves to open the door. you let stomach drops and you think your heart might stop for a moment when you make eye contact with trevor. hey gives a sad smile before looking to your roommate and then back to you.
“hey, uh,” he stops to clear his throat, “i just wanted to stop by and get anything i’ve left here.” your roommate turns to look at you and you nod.
“yeah. yeah, no problem.” she steps back to let him in, even though you both know you’re lying. you blink rapidly to try to get rid of the tears gathering in your eyes and hope that the sweatshirt hood resting on your head hides the whole ordeal from the boy walking into your apartment. you lead him down the hallway to your room, stepping in and sitting on your bed. you notice him glance around and you let out a sigh.
“i uh- i haven’t really gone through my stuff yet. like i haven’t pulled out your hoodies and stuff. do you know what you’re uh, what you’re missing?” he walks over to your closet and opens the door.
“can i just…”
“yeah.” he searches through your hangers for a moment, stopping when he gets to the three hoodies of his you had. you have to turn away when he takes them off the hangers and drapes them over his arm, so you walk over to your dresser and pull out the pair of his sweatpants you knew were in there. you turned around and held them out to him. “these are yours too,” you basically whispered, still trying to hold back your tears. he nodded, taking them from you and not allowing his eyes to lift from the fabric. little did you know that he was trying not to break down too.
“i think that’s everything,” he said, starting to turn toward the hallway.
“trev.” he stopped, looking up from the bundle of clothes on his arm. “kiss me.”
“y/n-“
“just once,” you finally let some of the tears flow, and trevor already knew he was going to give into you. “please, just one more time.”
“one more time,” he whispered, surging foward and cupping your jaw with his free hand, letting his lips press to yours for the last time. your hands gripped the front of the hoodie he wore, hoping you’d never have to let him go again, but only moments later he was pulling away from you. his thumb was rubbing against your cheek, no doubt wiping away a few tears, and then his hand slid from your jaw to your shoulder, his finger tracing the necklace chain around your neck. it was the one that he bought for you and you hadn’t taken off since.
“trev-“
“i don’t want it back,” he assured. “i have it to you and it’s yours so sell it or keep it, just in case, i don’t know.” he started to back out of your room, turning to walk down the hallway and out of your life when you stopped him one last time.
“right person wrong time?” you questioned, not expecting much in response. but then he shrugged, tears finally sliding down his cheeks as well.
“if you love her let her go, right?” and then he was gone. and you knew holding onto hope that he would be back would just hurt you in the future, but maybe you needed something to hold onto.
