Summary: Ethan is your number one fan, no one else can compete when it comes to you.
Pwhl!reader + social media!au
A/N: Okay everyone act shocked that it's a pwhl!reader!! Okay no I think I have an obsession either with hockey or just the pwhl. I don't really watch the New York Sirens but as of writing this note they beat Seattle 4 - 3 during the takeover tour- Casey O'Brien with not only her first pwhl goal but her first hat trick.
Sarah Fillier(faceclaim) doesn't have that many photos, actually not a lot of the sirens I could find on pinterest. I need that to change asap!!
Tags - @lush-escape.
Newyorksirens just posted!
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Newyorksirens: and with our no.1 pick in the 2024 pwhl draft, we select yourusername, foward from the University of Michigan.
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Ethanedwards: that's my baby!! ❤️
Yourusername: can't wait to get started
*liked by the newyorksirens*
Sirensfan42: ahhhh so excited seen their stats, wonderful addition to the team!
Jocknjills: yourusername wanna join the podcast soon?
Yourusername: jocknjills UH DUH!!
Devilsfan86: Okay but did anyone see Ethan Edwards there??
Pwhlreports: devilsfan86 Yeah lmao they're dating and have been since their freshman year
Thepwhloffical: congratulations yourusername!!
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Ethanedwards: so proud of my baby, drafted first overall and isn't that far away from me. I love you so so muchhh yourusername 💙
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Yourusername: ahh omg I'm gonna cry Ethan 😣
Ethanedwards: yourusername that was the plan
Markestapa: you're so in love it's insane- congrats yourusername!! Gonna miss you
Lukehughes: if you ever need a roommate yourusername, I got you, Jack can get out
Jackhughes: lukehughes it's my apartment??
Lukehughes: jackhughes so? Idc gtfo
Yourusername: lukehughes I would take you on that offer but my boyfriend is pretty cute unfortunately
Lukehughes: yourusername can't argue with that, he's fine af
Ethanedwards: Lukehughes you think I'm fine? 😍
Lukehughes: ethanedwards course I do my pookie wookie bear 🥰
Yourusername: ethanedwards lukehughes do I even wanna ask?
Ethanedwards: yourusername no
Lukehughes: yourusername no
Yourusername just posted!
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Yourusername: grateful for everything that had led me up to this point, get ready new york!!
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Ethanedwards: You look so good in teal and white 🤤
Yourusername: ethanedwards Thirsting on main is insane
Ynfan7310: yourusername sorry is this better?
Lucafantilli: ynfan7310 now there ain't no way 💀
Newyorksirens: so glad to have you!!!
Abbyroque: best linemate a girl could ask for
Yourusername: abbyroque ahh I love youu
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Yourusername: bae appreciation post, love ya ethanedwards thanks for being my no.1 ❤️
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Ethanedwards: do you got a crush on me or something?
Yourusername: ethanedwards you've always been so dense
Ethanedwards: aw babe 😊
Yourusername: ethanedwards give me cuddles now!!(and perhaps a smooch?)
Ethanedwards: yourusername omw
Njdevils: hockey's newest power couple alert!
Markestapa: you two are soooooo in love
Adamfantilli: markestapa ik it's sickening
Dylanduke: markestapa adamfantilli you two spell couple goals very oddly!!
Lukehughes: that 2nd photo got me dying
Yourusername: lukehughes ikk he ATE that rib up 😭
Lukehughes: yourusername and I thought I had a big back 🤭
The rink lights glittered above like little constellations, reflecting off the clean sheet of ice. Your camera bag sat off to the side on the bench—just for once, you weren’t behind the lens. Instead, you were tucked safely in Ethan Edwards’ arms, the Michigan hockey star himself, as he guided you across the ice.
“See? You’re a natural,” he teased, chin brushing against the top of your head as he skated from behind, strong arms bracketing yours on the stick he insisted you hold like a pro.
“I’m literally just letting you drag me,” you giggled, cheeks warm in the chilly air.
Ethan grinned, mischief lighting up his eyes. Without warning, he spun you in a little circle, the two of you twirling together, his laugh echoing in your ear. You squealed, clinging to his hands as the world blurred happily around you.
And then…
“Oh… vertigo,” you breathed, laughter still spilling out but softer now, head tilting just slightly.
Ethan immediately slowed, skates scraping gently against the ice as he pulled you close to steady you. His eyes went wide. “Oh shit—oh no, I forgot you’ve got a chrooonic illneeeess,” he sang the last part in an exaggerated, cutesy voice, as if he could soften the moment with the way he drew it out.
You snorted, hiding your face against his chest. “You did not just say it like that.”
“Hey, I gotta make it sound adorable so you don’t think I’m the worst boyfriend in the world,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. His hands rubbed soothing circles down your arms, grounding you. “You okay, baby?”
“Yeah,” you whispered, heart fluttering at how quickly he’d gone from goofball to protective in a single breath. “Just… give me a sec.”
“Take all the time you need.” Ethan rocked you gently on the ice, as if swaying to music only the two of you could hear. “No spins. Just us. Like a slow dance, yeah?”
You smiled into his chest, dizzy in the best way—not from the vertigo, but from the boy who held you steady. The hockey star and his chronically ill photographer—maybe not the perfect pair on paper, but out here, in his arms, you couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.
We had our sex and then we made amends that's right…. Called it a false alarm to all of our friends…. Then we almost broke up again last night
summary Ethan and Summer have been together since middle school, trapped in a never-ending cycle of breaking up and making up. After another late-night fight, he shows up at her door and they fall back into old habits — passion first, forgiveness second. By morning, they laugh it off as another “false alarm,” but deep down, they both know they’re running out of second chances.
Ethan and Summer were that couple — the one everyone knew would either get married someday or crash and burn spectacularly trying.
They’d been together since middle school, growing up side by side through braces, prom, graduation, and everything in between. They’d broken up more times than either of them could count, and yet somehow, they always found their way back to each other. It was almost routine now — a cycle of chaos and comfort that everyone around them had long grown tired of.
Their friends could practically set their watches by it. One week they’d be fighting, the next they’d be back together, posting some soft photo like nothing ever happened.
But this time, it felt different.
The argument had started small — something stupid about Ethan staying out late with his teammates, about Summer saying he didn’t prioritize her anymore. He’d snapped, she’d yelled, and before either of them knew it, doors were slamming and words were said that couldn’t be unsaid.
By midnight, Summer was pacing her apartment, tears threatening but never quite falling. She’d told herself it was over — that this time, she wasn’t going to let him talk his way back in.
And then, right on cue, came the knock.
When she opened the door, Ethan stood there in a hoodie and that same broken expression she’d seen a hundred times before. “Can we not end it like this?” he asked, voice quiet.
She wanted to say no. She wanted to tell him to leave. But instead, she stepped aside.
Because that was how it always went.
They didn’t talk at first. They didn’t have to. The silence between them said everything — anger, longing, history. His touch was hesitant, hers trembling, but familiar. Like muscle memory.
Later, lying tangled in the dim light of her bedroom, Summer whispered, “We’re really bad at staying broken up.”
Ethan gave a tired laugh, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Guess we’re just better at making up.”
She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “We almost broke up again last night.”
“Almost,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “Doesn’t count.”
But it did. They both knew it did. Every argument left another crack in the foundation they’d built since they were kids. Every time they said almost, the distance between them grew a little wider — and the apologies a little emptier.
By morning, they were pretending again. Ethan made coffee, she made pancakes, and they both acted like nothing had happened. When their friends texted, asking if the rumors were true, Summer replied with a laughing emoji and “false alarm.”
Because that’s what they always called it. A false alarm.
Like their love was fire they could keep playing with without getting burned.
But when Ethan left for practice that morning, his hand brushed hers on the way out — not holding, just passing — and she felt it: that flicker of fear. That one day, one of these “almosts” wouldn’t end with him coming back.
And maybe that day wasn’t as far away as they wanted to believe.
