madisyn

requests !open!

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˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ madisyn/stars and sharks fan/18

i love ariana grande, tate mcrae, pinkpatheress, and many more!

rules for blog:

please be kind and respectful to everyone :)

rules for requests:

i only write for nhl players! if you see a name that is not on my masterlist and would like a fic about them don’t hesitate to send it :) i only write fluff and angst, but will most likely just be fluff, im not comfortable writing smut. i will write suggestive stuff but nothing to graphic.

request are currently open!

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i can’t help it

pairing:will smith x reader

summary:you being obsessed with wills back

warning(s):fluff, i kinda rushed through this

a/n:i saw this video and photo and got inspired

song(s) to listen to:love language (ariana grande), love me like you do (ellie goulding)

One afternoon, Will walked out of the bedroom and found me sprawled on the couch, scrolling through some videos from the softball game Will did last night.

“Whatcha doing?” He asked.

I zoomed in on his back.

“Research.”

Will narrowed his eyes at my phone.

“Really? On what?”

I turned my phone around to him.

It was a video of taking off his sweatshirt while his shirt lifted up showing his whole back.

“Are you serious?” Will asked laughing.

I grinned. “I’ve never seen such a sexy back.”

Will groaned.

“You’re so crazy.”

“But you love me.”

“Damn right I do.”

Ever since then Will noticed started to notice the subtle touches.

When we sat together, I kept my hand resting on his back.

When we hugged, I’d rub my hand on his back feeling his muscles under my touch.

And every night, I would use his back as a pillow.

“You love my back, huh?” He asked one night.

I was lying behind him, my cheek pressed against the area between his shoulder blades.

“Maybe I do. It’s comfortable,” I said rubbing my cheek against his back now.

“You’re using my back as a pillow.”

“A very nice, comfortable pillow.”

Will laughed.

A few weeks later, things escalated.

When Will got home one day after practice, I was waiting for him with a huge smile.

He was wearing a white shirt that fit him perfectly and whenever he would move his arms the muscles on his back would immediately flex.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around his waist. Slowly my hands started drifting up.

“I think you need help,” Will said.

I gasped dramatically.

“For what?”

“For turning my back into your whole personality.”

I looked up at him.

“Can’t help myself. You have a very nice back.”

Will buried his face into my hair.

“I can’t believe you.”

I laughed, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his neck.

A few days later, after we finished outside in the pool, we were laying sun chair with Will on top of me. His arms were wrapped around my waist while mine were rubbing up and down his back softly.

“You really like my back?” he asked.

“Mhm.” I nodded.

Will let out a laugh.

I laughed too, burying my face in his wet hair.

“You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” I said squeezing him softly. “You don’t seem to hate it.”

Will lifted his head a little and gently kissed my cheek.

“Yeah.”

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im going to see madison beer next week and ive never been so excited

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tyler seguins little sister introduction

pairing:y/n seguin x wyatt johnston

Y/n Elise Seguin

Born:August 20, 2003

Brampton, Ontario, Canada

Nickname(s):El, Ellie, babydoll

Family:

Paul Seguin (father)

Jackie Seguin (mother)

Tyler Seguin (brother)

Candace Seguin (sister)

Cassidy Seguin (sister)

Wyatt Henry Johnston

Born:May 14, 2003

Toronto, Ontario, Canada

Nickname(s):Wy, Johnny

Family:

Chuck Johnston (father)

Margot Fulcher (mother)

Austin Johnston (brother)

Quinn Johnston (sister)

masterlist:

the first look (coming soon)

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Could you write a fic where Wyatt Johnston or Lian Bichsel is in a relationship with a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader?

americas sweethearts

pairing:wyatt johnston x dcc!reader

summary:i honestly don’t know how to summarize this

warning(s):fluff, kissing

a/n:wanted to write this for Wyatt cause I haven’t in a second

song(s) to listen to:style (taylor swift), electric love (borns)

The first time I saw Wyatt, I was standing in the tunnel under the AT&T Stadium with my pompoms under one arm and a coffee in my other hand.

Wyatt almost walked into a pillar.

“Woah, careful,” I laughed, steadying his elbow. “Are hockey players always like this?”

Wyatt stared at me for a second.

My curls were pulled into a high ponytail. Glittery navy shorts. White shoes. The blue jacket with a star stitched on it.

“I’m usually better on skates,” he said.

I laughed.

Tyler snorted from behind him. “Smooth, Wyatt.”

Wyatt ignored him.

In that moment Wyatt understood why people wrote songs about girls from Texas.

Of course, our schedules were crazy. Wyatt’s practices started before sunrise most of the time, and my rehearsals ran late into the night, especially during football season.
But somehow managed to build something strong.

Late night dinner runs after my rehearsals.

FaceTime calls on road trips.

Me sitting in Wyatts apartment wearing on of his Stars hoodies while practicing choreography on my laptop.

Wyatt would sit and watch me dance if I wasn’t sure I was doing something right, even though he can’t dance to save his life.

I learned hockey only to tease him after games.

The media found out about us after a Cowboy home game in December.

Wyatt picked me up after rehearsal, wearing his hat low, hoping no one would notice him.

Unfortunately, I launched myself into his arms the second I saw him.

Cameras were flashing immediately.

By morning, the internet had gone crazy.

Dallas Stars player dating a Cowboys Cheerleader?

Wyatt wasn’t used to all the attention. I only handled it with anxious ease.

“They’re calling us ‘Americas Sweethearts 2.0.’” I said one night.

Wyatt groaned. “Don’t ever say that again.”

I grinned. “You’re blushing.”


“No I’m not.”


“Yea you are.”

He looked up long enough for me to place a kiss on his lips.

When the Stars made playoffs I barely missed a moment.

Even after exhausting rehearsals, I still showed up wearing his number on my jacket.

During game two when Wyatt scored the empty net the whole arena exploded.

His teammates celebrated with him, fans screaming loudly, but somehow we were still able to find each other instantly.

As Wyatt came out half wearing his suit.

I threw my arms around his neck before he could say anything.

“That was so amazing,” I said breathlessly.

Wyatt smiled against my hair. “I saw you jumping.”

I pulled back enough to look at him.

“I love you.”

Wyatt kissed me after those words came out my mouth, one hand resting on my waist and the other on the back of my neck.

“I love you too.”

In that moment it was just us.

And that’s all I wanted.

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Could you do some dad Lian Bichsel, like where him and his girlfriend became parents young and how they go through parenthood while being playing for the Stars?

what i was made for

pairing:lian bichsel x reader

summary:what its like with you and lian during parenthood

warning(s):fluff, takes place during the 25-26 season

a/n:i got insane baby fever please send more requests like this. i also spent like all night doing this

song(s) to listen to:sweet creature (harry styles), everywhere, everything (noah kahan)

Bushceli=baby
ängel=angel

Dallas was quiet tonight. The city lights reflected against the window while the new schedule for the season was left abandoned on the kitchen counter.

Lian was exhausted.

Dark circles sat under his eyes, his hair messy from running his fingers through it.

When our daughter moved against him, tiny fingers curling around his shirt.

“Hi, buscheli,” Lian whispered.

She blinked up at him.

I leaned against the doorway. “She’s really got you wrapped around her finger, huh.”

Lian glanced at me and smiled softly. “Too late.”

We were both young.

I’m twenty.

Lians only twenty one.

It felt impossible.

Doctor’s appointments after practices.

Morning sickness while he was away.

Trying to figure out to build a good future while everyone wanted Lian to focus on his career.

Of course the internet had opinions about everything.

But no one saw him sitting beside me during every step of the way.

“You need sleep,” I mumbled one night.

Lian sat on the couch with the girl sleeping against his chest.

“It’s okay,” he said.

“Lian.”

He looked over at me.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “How many hours did you sleep last night?”

“…four.”

“That counts two days.”

He sighed, looking down at the girl resting in his arms. “Coach is gonna kill me if I keep playing lazy.”

“Then go to bed.”

“But what if she wakes up.”

I stared at him. “I’m also her parent. I birthed her.”

Lian grinned a little. “Yeah, you’re better.”

He wasn’t bad at parenting.

Not even close.

He cared so much because he was worried about messing everything up.

The first time he had to leave for a road trip after a few days after she was born, he stood in the apartment holding her for almost fifteen minutes before Mavrik came to pick him up.

“Mavrik is gonna get mad,” I warned softly.

“I know.”

Lian didn’t move.

She snuggled closer to him.

Lian placed a soft kiss to the top of her head and looked at me.

“Do you think she’ll forget me?”

A pout formed on my lips.

I walked over, placing a hand on his cheek.

“Baby,” I whispered, “she is obsessed with you.”

He laughed quietly.

“I’m so serious. I honestly think I’m just a backup.”

“Never,” he said instantly.

And when he finally left after Mavrik texted him about a hundred times, he looked back three times before he closed the door.

Of course there were nights where neither of us slept.

There were times when the apartment looked like an absolute disaster.

I rocked her to sleep while watching the postgame interviews.

Lian learned to do assemble a stroller faster than anything.

He would come home tired and bruised and immediately take her into his arms.

I sat in the stands with her bundled in a tiny Stars jersey made just for her.

He always looked for us.

Every single time.

Everyone noticed.

“Dad strength,” Thomas joked after Lian rammed someone into the boards.

Lian shrugged. “Got two girls to impress now.”

The first time Lian brought our daughter to Stars practice, he acted much calmer.

Even though he forgot her bottle in the apartment two times.

“You need to relax,” I laughed while fixing my daughter’s shirt. “They’re just hockey players not animals.

Lian glanced down at the girl. “Some of them are.”

I snorted.

He walked beside me the entire time into the building.

The second the locker room doors opened, chaos immediately followed.

“OH MY GOD.”

Several head snapped up.

One teammate nearly dropped his water bottle.

Another pointed dramatically toward the baby in my arms.

“He brought the baby!”

Lian sighed. “I regret this.”

I let out a laugh.

Within seconds, they crowded around us.

“She’s so tiny.”

“She’s a mini version of Bish.”

“Why does she have more hair than me?”

Lian rolled his eyes while carefully taking the baby out of my arms and placing her on the floor

One teammate crouched down to her. “Hey little girl.”

She blinked up at him before motioning towards Lian to pick her back up.

“Smart girl,” Lian said proudly.

“Oh no,” Thomas groaned. “He already has dad humor.”

The coaches were even worse.

One of them walked into the room, spotting the girl, and completely lost track of whatever he was going to do.

“That is definitely the cutest thing I’ve seen in this building.”

Lian grinned. “I know.”

I watched him while everyone crowded around.

“This is Uncle Jamie,” Lian told her.

“Don’t tech her bad habits,” Jamie said immediately.

“Too late,” Mikko said.

The locker room erupted into laughter.

Our daughter got startled by the loud noise, lower lip starting to wobble.

‘Hey, hey, hey.” His entire voice changed as he bounced her in his arms. “You’re okay, ängeli.”

And she immediately calmed down.

Wyatt stared at Lian in disbelief.

“That is NOT the same guy who tried to fight Mavrik during practice the other day.”

“What can I say,” Lian said.

Practice became almost impossible.

Every few minutes, someone would wonder over to check on our daughter.

When Lian finally had to go practice, he looked nervous handing her to me.

“I’ll be thirty feet away,” I told him.

“Still.”

During drills, he kept glancing towards us.

Every single time she moved, his head snapped over.

“Bichsel!” One of the coaches yelled. “Focus!”

The entire team bursted out laughing.

“Sorry,” he called back.

After practice, the team became more attached.

The girl got passed carefully from teammate to teammate while they argued over who she liked the most.

“She likes me the best,” Colin insisted.

“She literally just spit on your shoulder,” Mavrik replied.

“Hey, that’s just affection.”

I sat on Lians lap in his stall, watching what was happening with a soft expression.

“What?” I asked quietly.

He shook his head smiling.

“Didn’t know if this part would fit.”

“What part?”

He glanced around the room.

Our daughter wearing a tiny Stars sweater.

I sat with him like I belonged there.

“Everything,” he admitted.

My expression softened.

Watching the team immediately welcome our daughter made everything feel easier. Lighter.

Matt walked over holding her carefully. “She fell asleep.”

Everyone lowered their voices again.

Lian lightly patted my leg and stood up to take her back gently, tucking her against his chest.

She sighed in her sleep.

The entire locker room melted.

“He’s so gone,” Thomas whispered.

“Absolutely cooked,” Wyatt agreed.

Lian looked down at her with the softest expression ever.

“Probably,” he said quietly.

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HES SO CUTE he looks like a little puppy

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thinking about doing a little sisters teammate fic series or something

who should I do it with?

tyler seguin little sister x wyatt johnston

tyler seguin little sister x mavrik bourque

thomas harley little sister x wyatt johnston

Voting ended onMay 28

if there is someone else you have in mind let me know :)!!!

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our own time

pairing:mavrik bourque x reader

summary:you and mavrik are supposed to have a movie night but get distracted

warning(s):fluff, little makeout session

a/n:

song(s) to listen to:kiss me more (doja cat & sza), lovergirl (madison beer)

The apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of the the busy roads outside.

Mavrik was stretched on the couch in grey sweatpants and a hoodie, flipping through the movies on Netflix while I sat next to him under a blanket.

“You’ve skipped past like five amazing movies,” I said.

“I don’t wanna watch any of them right now.”

“You said that about every single one.”

“Exactly.”

I groaned and grabbed the remote from his hand before he could pick a fight with me. “Fine. I’ll choose.”

Mavrik leaned back. “I’m losing control of my own living room.”

“You’ll be fine.”

A few minutes later, a movie was playing, though neither of us were actually paying attention to it. I leaned my head against Mavriks shoulder, and his arm rested around me.

I looked up to say something, only to realize how close he was to me.

“What?” Mavrik asked softly.

“Nothing.”

“You sure?”

I smiled a little. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“In a good way or bad way?”

Before I could answer, Mavrik leaned in closer, placing a soft kiss on my lips like he was testing it out.

“Good way,” I whispered.

Mavrik laughed quietly kissing me properly this time. Soft and slow.

The blanket slipped off of us as I climbed onto his lap, both of us smiling into the kiss.

I could feel him grinning when our noses bumped on accident.

“Sorry,” Mavrik said between laughs.

I shook my head and Mavrik kissed me again. One hand resting on my lower back pulling me closer the other rested on my thigh.

The movie continued playing being completely ignored.

At some moments one of us would pull away to say something before laughing again.

Mavrik pulled away and glanced at the TV.

“Do you think we missed the plot?”

“There’s a plot?”

“I have no clue.”

I laughed as he dropped his head against the back of the couch.

Mavrik leaned back up and grinned before pulling me a little closer. The roads got quieter, while everything else faded away in the back.

I traced shapes on Mavriks arm while he leaned his head in my neck, placing small kisses.

“We were actually supposed to have a productive evening,” Mavrik said picking his head up to look at me.

“We made popcorn.”

“True.”

“And I picked a movie.”

“True.”

“So I think we succeeded.”

He pretended to think before nodding. “I like your logic.”

I smiled, and Mavrik kissed me again, slow and warm a little more despite.

By the time the credits rolled, neither of us knew what happened in the movie.

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#justbrokeupwithmybf 😁😁

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Could you do a fic where Lian Bichsel is either secretly married or dating a girl and the team finds out, also I love your writing

secretive

pairing:lian bichsel x reader

summary:lian accidentally spoils that he has a girlfriend and the team immediately wants to meet you. 

warning(s):fluff, teasing, NOT proofread

a/n:i need more lian fics. thank you so much it means a lot 💞💞

song(s) to listen to:call it what you want (taylor swift), lover (taylor swift)

The locker room was unusually quiet after their game, everyone too tired to chirp at each other. Gear hit the floor, showers running in the background, the speakers played music on a low volume.

Lian sat in his stall, elbows on his knees, trying to ignore the buzzing coming from his phone.

“Your phone seems very popular today,” Wyatt said from across the room.

Mavrik let out a low laugh. “Yeah, because no one is more popular than a six foot seven big guy.’’

Lian rolled his eyes. “Can you guys shut up.”

Jamie looked over at Lian as he unlaced his skates. “Why you sound so nervous?”

“What?” Lians phone buzzed again.

Then again.

Then it lit up with a phone call notification he failed to decline.

My voice came through for a second before Lian slammed his phone face down against the stall.

Mavriks jaw dropped. “NO WAY.”

“Holy shit,” Wyatt whispered.

“Big bish got a girl?” Thomas asked.

Lian groaned.

“She’s not-“ Lian started.

“She’s definitely your girlfriend,” Mavrik interrupted.

Jamie leaned back against his stall, arms crossed with a small grin on his lips. “How long?” Lian stared at everyone.

“A few months,” he muttered.

The entire locker room erupted.

“MONTHS?” “You actually kept this a secret.”

“Who is she?”

Lian buried his face in his hands. “I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t,” Wyatt said cheerfully. “You’re so in love.”

“What are talking-“

Lians phone buzzed again.

Jamie shook his head. “Kinda surprised you kept it a secret for so long.”

“Well no one ever asked,” Lian said. “That is not true,” Wyatt argued.

Lian sighed and picked his phone up. The missed call notification was followed with a text.

have a good practice?

Lian had a small smile on his face. 

But unfortunately, the tiny smile sent the entire locker room into chaos over again.

“AWWW LOOK AT HIS FACE.”

“He’s so gone,” Thomas said. “Totally gone.”

“Oh my gosh,” Lian said laughing.

Jamie pointed at him. “Bring her to a game soon.”

“Maybe.”

The room started shouting again.

“Does she know hockey?”

“We shouldn’t scare her on purpose.”

“We should.”

“Mavrik, you can never talk to her.”

“What!”

Lian shook his head, smiling whole the team kept arguing.

His phone buzzed again.

what are you doing?

Lian typed back.

team found out about you..

Three dots appeared.

guess that means you lost your peace and quiet

He looked around the locker room as his teammates kept yelling over each other.

Yeah it’s over.

It was Saturday night at the American Airlines Center. The arena was loud and chaotic.

“You’re pacing,” Wyatt pointed out.

“No I’m not.”

“You’ve literally walked past my stall six times.”

Lian stopped moving. 

Across the locker room. Mavrik grinned. “He’s nervous.”

“No,” Lian said.

Jamie looked up from taping his stick. “Your girl coming tonight?”

Liam immediately corrected. “She’s not my-“

“Oh my god,” Thomas groaned. “You’ve been dating for  months.”

Lian ignored him.

He was nervous.

Very nervous.

And because the whole team had spent the whole week acting like idiots only made Lian more nervous.

“Be normal,” Lian warned.

“We are so normal,” Mavrik said.

The locker room was silent.

“What the heck,” Mavrik added.

The stars won 6-2.

Which meant the locker room was going to be louder than normal, music blasting, guys yelling, adrenaline still high.

Lian checked his phone while taking off his gear.

outside right?

A small smile appeared.

Before he could stand up, Wyatt came up beside him.

“She’s here?”

“No.”

“You’re smiling at your phone.”

“Go away.”

“SHES HERE,” Wyatt shouted.

The locker room erupted immediately.

“I hate all of you guys,” he muttered, grabbing his hoodie.

Mavrik pointed toward the hallway. “Bring her in, bish.”

“Why do you guys make this so weird?”

“It’s not us,” Thomas said. “You’re making her seem like a state secret.”

“She’s just,” Lian stopped himself.

Jamie smirked. “Keep going.”

Liam turned around and headed towards the hallway.

A few minuted later, he came back with me, and the room was much quieter.

I smiled nervously as the whole locker room stared.

Mavrik shouted first. “Oh, he is down bad.”

Lian shoved him that he almost fell.

I laughed quietly, and Lian looked at me with a soft look in his face.

Wyatt grabbed Thomas shoulder.

“You saw that too?” Wyatt whispered to him.

“We are witnessing a real romance movie,” Thomas whispered back.

I laughed harder. “Is it always like this?”

“Yea. Unfortunately,” Jamie answered immediately.

Lian introduced me properly, while the team gave me no personal space.

Wyatt shook my hand.

“We have tons of stories about Lian,” Mavrik immediately said.

Lian looked horrified. “No. No we don’t.”

“He’s very sweet,” I said before I could think.

It was a very bad decision.

“SWEET?”

“BICHSEL?”

“REALLY HIM?”

Lian covered his face with his hands. “I’m going.”

“Do you write poetry for her?” Harley asked.

“He listens to love songs and thinks about her,” Wyatt added.

“He does!” I said excitedly.

Lian stared at me in betrayal.

I laughed and hid my face against his shoulder for a second.

“There it is,” Jamie said.

“Ohhhh, he’s smiling again,” Mavrik announced.

Lian was looking down at me with the same soft expression. Completely unaware.

“She’s very cool,” Wyatt said.

“Wayyy too cool for him,” Thomas agreed.

“For sure,” Jamie said.

Lian rolled his eyes as his hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer.

Of course nobody missed that.

Tyler sighed happily. “Young love.”

“We’re adults,” Lian said.

“That’s what you think.”

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I have a Ritzy request for you. Reader and Ritzy are getting to know eachother and he invites her to a game. She gets introduced to Ritzy the hockey player. I'll leave it to figure out what he gets up to during the game.

the other version

pairing:justin hryckowian x reader

summary:your first time getting introduced to hockey justin

warning(s):fluff

a/n:sorry this took a little bit longer to write!!

song(s) to listen to:electric love (børns), slow dancing in the dark (joji)

Justin was much quieter when he was off the ice. More relaxed. He didn’t have the heavy presence on his shoulders anymore.

When he texted me that I should come to his game on Saturday, I almost thought he was joking.

Hockey is like aggressive figure skating

justin 💞

Then you’ll be very impressed with me

And yet that weekend I was standing outside the arena trying not to look completely overwhelmed with the amount of fans walking past me.

I felt my phone buzz.

justin 💞

Got you a pass to the front

Before I could start typing, a team member walked up. “You’re here for Hryckowian?”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me.”

The hells behind the arena were colder than I thought. Staff walking by smiling politely.

While I was walking I heard someone behind me.

“There she is.”

I turned around.

Justin leaned against the doorway wearing his hoodie and shorts. The second he smiled at me, all the nerves left.

“Thought you were supposed to look intimidating before games.” I said, grinning a little.

“I do.”

“You look like you would say ‘sorry’ when someone bumps into you.”

Justin pressed a hand dramatically to his chest. “Meanie.”

But he walked over laughing.

“I’m happy you came.”

“Of Course. You invited me.”

“Yeah,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “Wasn’t sure if you’d actually come.”

I tried not to smile too hard.

One of his teammates walked by. “This is why Ritzy is always fixing his hair.”

Justin rolled his eyes. “Keep walking, eh.”

“You’re blushingggg.”

“Go away.”

I laughed while Justin muttered something under his breath I couldn’t quite catch.

His expression softened as he looked back at me.

“C’mon. I’ll show you around before warmups start.”

I never saw hockey in person before Justin.

I learned to love the sound of it. The skates against the ice. Pucks slamming against the boards. All of it.

But the second Justin stepped onto the ice for warmups, it was like someone flipped a switch.

The playful guy was now replaced by someone sharp and confident. He skated around like he was the only one on the ice.

I watched him skate towards the center, then flicked a puck over the glass in front of me.

He grinned skating away while looking at me.

Once the game started Justin’s way of “impressing me” involved him being a competitor beast.

Halfway through the second period, he stole the puck and took off.

The arena erupted as he skated ahead of everyone.

I barely had enough time to process what was happened before I saw the puck hit the back of the net.

The entire arena screamed.

People were on their feet screaming while teammates hugged Justin in celebration.

Justin saw me and pointed directly at me with the cockiest grin ever.

After the game, Justin found me near the tunnel still full of adrenaline.

“Still think hockey is aggressive figure skating?”

I crossed my arms. “I mean…you were twirling out there.”

He laughed.

Justin’s hair was slightly damp, cheeks pink, eyes bigger and brighter than before.

“You really stayed the whole game,” he said.

“Of course.”

His expression softened.

“Really happy you came.”

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AHHHHHHHH love love LOVE the ritzy fic. So down for a part 2!

that’s me part 2

pairing:justin hryckowian x teammates little sister!reader

summary:After meeting Justin, or ritzy, you guys get closer and go on a date. That somehow your protective brother lets you go on.

warning(s):fluff, kissing, protective brother

a/n:i love this

song(s) to listen to:i wanna be yours (arctic monkeys), soft spot (keshi)

part one link!

A couple weeks later I went to another one of my brother’s game to watch him.

Totally him.

No one else.

While me and my brother were walking towards the exit Justin, or ritzy, was walking ahead of us.

“So everyone actually calls him Ritzy?”

My brother answered, “Yep. Everyone.”

Justin tried not to smile as he turned around to look at us.

I was walking beside my brother wearing a hoodie that was too big for me, eyes immediately landing on Justin’s.

“Oh, look there he is,” I said dramatically. “The ritzy man.”

“Oh good god,” my brother groaned.

Justin walked closer to us, grinning. “You’re still on that, eh?”

“You didn’t defend yourself very good.”

“Nothing to defend.”

I looked at him suspiciously. “Exactly what people who are named after crackers say.”

A few teammates walking by laughed.

“Ritzy,” one of them called. “Think you got a fan.”

Justin rolled his eyes, smiling. “Please don’t encourage her.”

Way too late for that.

I walked closer and pointed at his water bottle. “What type of concoction is in there?”

Justin unscrewed the cap and took a sip of it carefully, still looking at me from above the bottle.

“I don’t really like it.”

“Then why keep drinking it?”

He shrugged. “Keeps me hydrated.”

I let out a hum, nodding.

One of the teammates murmured to my brother, “They flirt like an old married couple.”

My brother immediately threw his empty water bottle at him.

I blinked. “Excuse me.”

Justin coughed into his fist, suddenly very interested in the floor.

“Nope. Nope. Absolutely not,” my brother said at the same time.

Everyone started laughing.

I looked between all of them. “What?”

“Nothing,” Justin said immediately, his ears turning pink.

I frowned thinking. “Ritzy.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you prefer your real first name or Ritz Cracker?”

Teammates burst out laughing again.

Justin shook his head, smiling at me. “Either one.”

“Ok,” I said softly. “I’ll call you Justin just to be nice.”

After a few weeks me and Justin started talking and I started going to more games.

It was a Thursday afternoon the team was on a two day break and I was walking downstairs when my brother had a “i need to talk to you” type face.

“You’re going out Friday?” My brother asked slowly.”

I froze halfway while walking into the kitchen.

“We’re just going out to dinner,” I said carefully.

My brother stared at me.

The tension in the room got heavier.

“Dinner,” my brother repeated.

“Yea,” I said. “That’s how dates work.”

My brother pointed at me. “No.”

I blinked. “No?”

“You’re not dating him.”

I scoffed. “You can’t just decide that.”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“I absolutely can.”

A beat passed.

“Y/n, you know how hockey players are.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You are a hockey player.”

“Exactly. Which is how I know.”

“I’m not letting you go just for him to break your heart,” my brother said.

I studied him before talking.

“I really like him,” I admitted.

My brother’s expression softened and then groaned dramatically, dragging his hands down his face. “I hate you.”

I grinned. “Is that a yes?”

“No.”

“I’ll take it as a yes.”

Justin picked me up Friday looking nervous.

“You look gorgeous,” he said the second I opened the door.

I smiled. “Hi to you too.”

His face turned a light shade of red. “Right. Sorry. Hi.”

The drive to the restaurant felt easy.

Justin kept one hand on the steering wheel while the other rested near mine on the center console.

I knew by dessert I’d never liked anyone this much before.

“You know,” I said, putting my fork down, “I almost didn’t wanna go out with you.”

Justin looked horrified. “Why?”

“Your nickname is so weird.”

He laughed, leaning back in his chair. “You’re never letting it go, eh?”

“Nope.”

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“Very.” He said smiling.

The look he gave me as he said that made my heart race so fast I had look away from him.

Justin looked gone for me.

Completely gone.

By the time he walked me back to my door, neither of us were in a rush for the night to end.

“Can’t believe you survived,” I teased. “Even though my brother threatened you.”

“Yup. Three times.”

“Oh, you’re right. I forgot about the parking lot one.”

Justin laughed softly.

It got quiet.

The kind where no one wants the night to end or both people are thinking the same thing but are too scared to say anything.

Most likely the second one right now.

Justin shoved his hands into his pockets, looking down at me.

“I had an amazing time.”

“I could tell,” I said. “You smiled like twenty five times at me.”

“Only twenty five?”

I grinned. “Maybe more.”

Justin’s eyes dropped to my lips, and then flickered back up at my eyes.

“Can I kiss you?”

I nodded. “Please.”

Justin kissed me softly, placing his hands on my waist gently.

When I kissed him back, one of his hands slid to my lower back and smiling against my lips.

As we pulled apart, Justin rested his forehead against mine, both of us smiling like idiots.

“HEY!”

We both jumped apart.

My brother stood in the doorway glaring at Justin like he committed a crime.

Justin sighed. “You weren’t even subtle with it.”

“I saw everything.”

“Yay?” I said.

My brother pointed at Justin. “Home by eleven next time.”

Justin blinked, checking his watch. “It’s 10:45.”

“Exactly.”

[bedsyszn77]

Texts between you and your boyfriend pt. 6 - CB98

Connor Bedard x girlfriend!reader

You can find the other parts here in my masterlist!

warnings: cussing, friendly banter idk

authors note: it’s so fun to write these bc I know Connor’s about as chronically online as I am

[moonlight-ba3]

this shit is actually so funny to me

[moonlight-ba3]

Something fake dating and friends to lovers for Ritzy? I saw you wanted requests for him (he’s so underrated) and I love your writing so I had to ask :))

fake dating

pairing:justin hryckowian x reader

summary:justin accidentally told his family he was dating someone and asks you to be his fake girlfriend but it’s turns into something more

warning(s):fluff, fake dating, kiss at the end

a/n:i didn’t proofread this…

song(s) to listen to:style (taylor swift), i like me better (lauv)

I was standing near the tunnel, scrolling on my phone, when Justin came out walking of the tunnel looking like he lost the stanley cup.

“Hey,” he said, stopping in front of me.

I looked up, turning off my phone. “If this is about who took your 20 dollars, I didn’t take it.”

“It’s not that.” He let out a low laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I gotta ask you something.”

“What?” I asked tilting my head.

Justin sighed. “ineedyoutopretenedtobemygirlfriend.”

I blinked. “What?”

He lowered his voice looking around. “My family is coming to Dallas next week. And I maybe told them I’ve been someone so now they wanna meet them.”

I stared at him. “You lied to your entire family?” I said a little loud.

Justin’s eyes widened. “Shhh.”

I crossed my arms. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the only person who would call me out if I made it weird.”

I sighed, “You know this is gonna be a disaster.”

Justin nodded. “Probably.”

“Fine,” I added. “But absolutely no accents, and no kissing.”

He raised his hands. “No accents. No kissing. Got it.”

On Saturday, I was standing next to Justin in front of his parents and brother.

His mom immediately gave me a hug.

“Oh, she’s beautiful,” she said, squeezing my shoulders.

I smiled politely. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”

His dad nodded.

I felt Justin wrap his arm around my shoulder.

He leaned in and whispered. “Relax.”

“You’re sweating.”

“No i’m not.”

“Yea you are.”

During dinner his mom asked how we met.

Justin immediately froze.

“We met through some friends.” I said immediately.

Justin nodded. “Yup. Some friends.”

I kicked his foot under the table.

His brother smiled. “Justin is very private with everything.”

Justin coughed.

I leaned over. “You good?”

“Amazing,” he whispered.

We were walking back to his car when Justin finally exhaled.

“I think that was worse than the playoffs,” he said.

“I think you were pretty good at least for improvising,” I admitted.

“High praise.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

A pause.

“You were pretty good too,” Justin said.

I scoffed. “Just acting.”

“Yeah, Yeah,” he said, not convincing at all.

After all that it seemed like something shifted.

Slowly.

Random texts.

Random jokes.

Justin showing up randomly.

I told him things I wouldn’t tell other people.

After a game, we were sitting in his car, watching him start the car.

“Do you think about how weird it was?” I asked.

“Fake dating?” Justin said looking up at me.

“Yea.”

A small smile appeared on his face. “A little.”

I nudged his shoulder with my hand. “Your family still thinks I’m your girlfriend.”

“Yeah. Think they like you more than me,” he said.

“Not that hard.”

Justin laughed, then went quiet again.

“What’s wrong?”

He turned his head towards the front. “It just…stopped feeling fake at some point.”

“What is it now?”

He didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t. He just looked like he was trying to figure out what happened.

“I don’t know. But i don’t really want to pretend anymore.”

When we arrived at my house. I felt him grab my wrist.

“I like you,” he said quickly.

I studied him for a second.

because .”

“I know I started something stupid,” Justin said laughing softly. “But somewhere along the way, you became the only person I wanna be around.”

He continued. “And every time I saw you, all I could do was remind myself this wasn’t real.”

I leaned in close.

Justins breath caught slightly.

“For someone who agreed to a no kissing rule, you seem to spend a lot of time staring at my mouth.”

I saw his ears turn red. “I thought I was doing a good job hiding it.”

“Nope.”

Justin laughed under his breath. “Good to know.”

His hand reached up slowly brushing gently against my cheek.

When I didn’t move, his face softened.

“Are you sure?” Justin asked quietly.

I nodded.

He kissed me softly, like he was trying to convince himself it was real.

I kissed him back.

Justin started to kiss me deeper, in a way that made me smile against his lips.

His hand sliding down to the back of my neck while mine curled into the collar of his hoodie.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us smiling in a dazed way. 
Justin rested his forehead against mine.

“Does this mean I can call you my real girlfriend?” He murmured.

I laughed softly.

“Yeah,” I whispered. “You can.”

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You don’t have to actually write this lol but the other day I had a thought of like ritzy and a teammates little sister and they meet for the first time and she’s like why do they call you ritzy do you like crackers or somethin and he’s like no it’s my name and she’s so confused because of the spelling and he’s so enamored

that’s me

pairing:justin hryckowian x teammates little sister!reader

summary:you go to your brothers game and one of his teammates makes you question his nickname

warning(s):fluff, mention of y/n, random teammate (readers brother)

a/n:lowkey wanna make a part 2

song(s) to listen to:from the start (laufey)

I was standing near the tunnel waiting awkwardly, scrolling on my phone, when my brother finally walked out.

“Hey.”

I looked up.

“Hey.”

Before I could say anything else my brother looked behind him and yelled.

“Ritzy!”

I looked behind him and looked between them.

“Who?”

He had soft brown hair, wearing a slightly tight shirt that is wrapped perfectly around his broad shoulders and a pair of sweatpants. He had that post-game look.

He was cute.

Really cute actually.

Justin raised his hand. “Hi.”

I looked at my brother.

Then back at him.

“You’re rizty?”

He laughed.

“Yea.”

I stared at him for a second.

“Why do they call you that? Do you like those little crackers or something?” I asked seriously.

My brother doubled over laughing. Some guys coming out shouting. “THERES NO WAY!”

And Justin, or ritzy, just stared at me before the smile on his face widened.

“The crackers?” Justin repeated.

“Yeah. Ritz. Like the box.”

Justin broke into a laugh, placing his hand on his forehead.

“No,” he said grinning. “It’s from my last name.”

That only made me more confused.

“Hryckowian.” Justin said.

I stared at him.

“Hryckowian..?” I repeated slowly.

“Exactly.”

“Well that’s not how it’s spelled.”

Now Justin was really laughing.

“I know.”

“I’m so serious.” I stepped closer to him. “There’s no t in there. Or even a z. Or even an i, at least not in the right place.”

Justin’s face started to turn a little red.

“You would probably be the first person who has ever argued about my last name,” he said.

“Everyone else has accepted it?”

Justin nods.

“That’s surprising.”

He shook his head, still smiling at me.

My brother stepped between us.

“Nope. Nope. Absolutely not.”

Justin walked to my brother’s side a little behind him.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

He repeated it under his breath.

Something about the way he said made my stomach flip.

My brother made a fake gagging sound.

I pushed him to the side. Him almost tumbling over in the wall.

Justin tipped his head at me. “You came to watch your brother play?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Very good sister.”

“Don’t encourage her behavior,” my brother said, straightening up.

Justin grinned. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

My brother placed a hand over his chest dramatically.

I let out a small laugh.

As I glanced up at him, he was already looking at me smiling.

“I’ll see you around hopefully,” Justin said.

As my brother dragged me away, muttering some nonsense under his breath, I heard one of their teammates shout.

“Ritzy!”

Justin turned around immediately.

But instead of looking at the teammate.

I caught his eyes.

[moonlight-ba3]

happy birthday to my very close and personal friend wyatt johnston