I was wondering if I could request a fic idea? Regulus Black x reader where they meet at a hockey game. Reader is there for best friend! Remus Lupin. And Regulus is secretly there for hockey player! Sirius. Regulus is trying to support his brother without being obvious, meanwhile reader is trying to cheer for Remus as loud as she possibly can.
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this was a cute idea! thanks for the prompt <3
Regulus Black x fem!reader who meet at a hockey game [1.4k words]
CW: hockey au, meet-cute, fluff
Sirius did this on purpose, Regulus was sure.
He’d made the mistake of – in the valiant name of reconciliation – mentioning he’d be interested in attending a game the next time he was in town. Sirius was quick to offer him a ticket.
Regulus had one stipulation: no fuss. He didn’t want any fanfare or special treatment, just a ticket.
And of course, Sirius made all the right moves to appear like he’d been listening and said “sure baby bro, no problem.”
Then he went and shoved Regulus into the fucking member’s skybox.
The member’s skybox held a few suited-up investors and league employees that were at least a number of years Regulus’ senior if not more than twice his age. There was a new mom – likely one of the older players’ wives – with a newborn swaddled to her chest. Regulus knew that once the babies and kids were old enough to understand where they were, most of the parents took them to ice level where all the action was.
Regulus dodged numerous, pointed questions of “who are you cheering for?” by simply responding “Gryffindor” as he headed towards the bar stools that overlooked the arena.
He figured that if they weren’t smart enough to recognize that he looked nearly identical to one of their star players, they could stay ignorant.
He offered a polite yet tight smile to the new mom as he moved in the direction of his ideal bar stool only to notice another woman sitting there; you appeared to be around his own age, donned in a Lupin jersey as you jolted excitedly in your seat at a promising play.
Regulus leaned his elbows against the long, counter-style table that separated the skybox from the stadium seats and pretended to track the game, though he spent most of his time monitoring you out of the corner of his eye.
You seemed simply ecstatic to be here; clearly mindful that you were in a room of what the league obviously considered important people with the added respect of a sleeping babe, you tried to tamper down some of your enthusiasm, though you ensured to clap every time a shot was blocked or the defence forced the play out of their zone.
Even with only half of Regulus’ attention on the game, he couldn’t miss his brother’s signature style as Gryffindor’s number 12 flew over the boards and shot out into the play, intercepting the puck mid ice before taking off towards the opponents net.
“My god, he’s fast.” You murmured to yourself, though Regulus took the opportunity to pretend you’d been speaking to him.
“Who’s that now?” He asked casually, inching ever so slightly closer to you; keeping his eyes on the play as you turned to look at him in surprise.
“Oh! Uh, I’m- I meant number 12, Sirius Black.” You explained politely; your brows furrowed slightly as you considered Regulus, but a commotion from the crowd drew your attention away from him as you turned to see a fight breaking out on the ice.
“Is that who you’re here cheering for, then?” He asked, turning that loathsome question onto you as he continued avoiding your gaze while the corner of the visitors zone became a flurry of red and gold jerseys, blue and copper jerseys, and a few black and white striped linesmen.
“Oh, well, actually my best friend Remus- uhm, Lupin, plays too.” You chuckled shyly, adjusting the number 10 on the sleeve of your jersey. Regulus took the opportunity to look at you then, offering you a nod of understanding.
“What position does he play?”
You seemed all too excited to answer him. “He’s right wing.” You tell him with a proud smile.
“Right, okay. And Sirius Black?”
You let out what sounded like a fond yet exasperated chuckle at that which saw a smile take over Regulus’ own lips. “He’s a centre, but I don’t know…sometimes he seems to think he’s defence.”
Regulus knew that all too well; years of playing shinny often ended up with the two of them tussling near the net. The Black’s were a well built family, but in the hockey world, they were perhaps a touch small; not quite big enough to play defence. It certainly didn’t stop Sirius from trying every once in a while.
“He’s got a wicked shot on him, though. So I think the coach and the captain forgive him for it.” You continued, eyes glued to the play below.
Coach Weasley and Captain Potter. The team was something of a family for Sirius; Regulus’ heart sank and soared simultaneously at the thought.
“What position is Potter?” Regulus asked you, and his slip-up had you turning to scrutinize him again. Thankfully, the crowd cheered as a shot was stopped by the Gryffindor goalie, once again redirecting your attention back to the ice.
“Uhm, yeah, James Potter…he’s actually a defenceman. He’s definitely got the size for it.”
Regulus was smiling again, so widely that he cleared his throat and actually turned around to make sure no one around him noticed.
You gasped dramatically and leaned forward in your seat, forcing Regulus’ attention back to the ice to watch Sirius and Remus both racing down the ice towards the opponents net; passing the puck and deaking around the defenseman to meet each other on opposite sides of the goal crease.
Remus passed the puck to Sirius who wrapped around the net and passed it back to Remus; Remus pretended to line up for a slap shot before he gently passed it back to Sirius who tipped it in, the red light flashing as the crowd erupted, goal horn blaring as strobe lights filled the arena.
You nearly leap out of your seat, shouting – an adorable, if one asked Regulus – “yay!” as you clapped wildly for your friend and his team. Regulus smiled and clapped, too.
“God, that was beautiful.” You exclaimed – eyes bright, chest heaving as you settled back into your chair – still beaming out at the ice below as the applause died down.
Regulus assumed his eyes might’ve been just as bright as he beamed at you.
Actually, he knows he’d been beaming just as brightly at you – and you did too – because no sooner was he doing it that you suddenly gasped.
“Oh my god…”
Regulus followed your gaze to the jumbotron which, due to a few second delay between reality, what the camera was capturing, and what the screen was presenting, saw Regulus smiling unbiddenly at you – the dimple on his cheek that his brother used to like to poke with his finger as he teased him over it – while you smiled out at the ice.
Regulus Black, Slytherin draft pick in the Gryffindor Member’s Skybox to cheer on his brother.
Regulus groaned as he tried to keep the smile on his face, shaking his head as he looked down at the counter before raising his head and waving at the screen or the crowd; whichever would get the camera off of him and the pretty girl nervously laughing beside him.
“Ce fils de pute.” [translation: That son of a bitch] He muttered of his brother. Regulus had one stipulation: no fuss.
“You were just going to let me sit here and yap about hockey and the players and…your own brother?” You asked him through a tight smile before the camera finally left him alone; the last thing the crowd saw was the two of you smiling at each other.
“I wasn’t going to sit here and just let you,” Regulus denied haughtily, “I was going to actively encourage you to continue.”
A disbelieving breath fell from your lips before you asked “why!?”
Regulus shrugged, turning his attention back out to the ice as he finally perched himself on a stool of his own. “I like listening to it.”
“You like listening to me over-explain hockey to a professional hockey player?” You dead-panned, though you didn’t seem displeased.
Regulus quickly shook his head. “I was drafted, I didn’t play professionally. Besides,” he takes a steadying breath, “it’s cute.”
“It’s cute?”
He turned to smile gently at you. “You’re cute.”
You flustered something near violently at that, seeing Regulus’ grin widen in equal measure as you turned to smile down at the ice, chewing nervously on your lip.
And if Sirius and Remus were both glancing up at the skybox in hopes of catching a glimpse of something – anything – taking place between two of their favourite people, well, that was nobody's business, was it?
𓇼 preview: you have a habit of walking along the beach near your campus late at night, needing to be alone after many long days of classes and socializing. so what happens when there's an unexpected visitor-more specifically a star in the nhl- below you? you fall--in more ways than one.
𓇼 warnings: all characters are aged up and/or in college, strangers to friends to lovers(soo original), they go through the canon event of the GODAWFUL "casual" stage, angst, fluff, SMUT, freaky toge, he matches his "snake" name (you'll see), sunshine/grumpy kinda, happy ending!
𓇼 wc: 4.1k
𓇼 a/n: guys i finally learned how to do gradient text and i feel like a fucking coding genius. i need to elaborate on this hockey!toge thought more and i def will... not my best work for sure... oh well!
anybody, even if they aren't a fan of hockey, knows about megumi fushiguro and inumaki's dynamic. inumaki's first name was unknown by the world, similar to the rest of him. an absolute powerhouse in the world of hockey, when working together, megumi quickly wraps and weaves himself around players to block and trip them up while inumaki focuses on doing the dirty work. inumaki was ruthless, not afraid at all to fight other players or slam them against railings as he scores. the name "snake and fangs" is extremely fitting, inumaki not being afraid to bite.
you yourself weren't too interested in hockey, but your friends dragged you to their games anyways.
"is this your guys' idea of fun? are you insane?"
your friends scream loudly as players are being slammed into the plastic guarding, the only shield separating the fans and the ice. hockey was certainly not your favorite thing to watch, easily becoming overwhelmed by what to focus on, what is and isn't allowed, and the fights. your friends and their boyfriends cheer and scream for your mutual friend, megumi.
though, megumi could be the last player you're focusing on, the only player that has your attention is number 11. you process the large letters on his back spelling "INUMAKI" before you realize who he is. inumaki, a star in the national hockey league and one half of the most powerful duo: snake and fangs.
the game went on as it usually did, the only thing different was your hyper attention on inumaki, the snake. you always knew of his reputation, but you never payed much attention until now. and even though you admired him, you were never going to talk to him. you didn't even know what he looked like under the protection of his helmet. their team won, as they usually did, and you bid your friends goodbye before they went to the afterparty celebration.
a deep sigh was the first thing to escape your lips once you closed the door to your apartment--an investment you finally made in your third year of college. today was longer than most, having a full day of classes and the hockey game with your friends shortly after. it was now 10 p.m., and the only thing relieving your stress from today was the fact that you had no classes tomorrow. you soaked in one of your only times of peace and quiet in your apartment before shifting into your nightly routine.
as much as you wanted to go straight to bed, you ruined your schedule for yourself two years ago when you first started attending college. ever since the breather you took at your first party, finding a secluded beach in the process, you went every night before going to bed. and this habit wasn't going to change now, and you wonder what will happen to your sleep schedule if you move away after college.
so, as always, you change out of your clothes into something more comfortable and head out to the same secluded beach. it was familiar and felt more like home than anything, the soft sand under your feet and melodic waves crashing on the shore. it was ever the same, you didn't need to watch for anything or keep a smile in case anybody saw you. except one thing-- you surely didn't expect to fall over somebody laying in the sand.
you crash into the ground with a choked gasp, the sand-and body- softening the fall slightly. quickly pushing yourself up, you look at the person, now clear to be a young man, with utter embarrassment etched on your features. as if falling onto a guy your age wasn't awful enough, he was probably the most attractive man you'd seen in your life.
"shit, i am so so sorry-" you quickly run your hands over your face, groaning softly, "this is so embarassing."
the man laughs softly, and everything is worse. as you start to take in his features, your blush deepened and spread. he was beautiful, his features softly illuminated by the moonlight. he has silky platinum hair, a scarf covering the lower portion of his face, and dark brown eyes. no- were his eyes purple?-
before you could stare anymore than you already were, you heard soft scribbling and looked down, seeing him write into a post-it note.
'it's okay. usually nobody's out here.'
he smiled softly as he held it up, or at least you hope he was smiling, seeing his eyes squint slightly at the edges from over his scarf. his note makes you smile slightly as well, whether it was due to his silent nature or the familiar beach calming you.
"you're telling me..." you groan again before speaking quietly, "i've been coming for years and i've never seen you."
again, he scribbles quickly into his notepad and holds it up for you to see, having to squint slightly due to the moon's poor job at illuminating the sheet.
'i usually come later than this, work ended earlier than usual today.'
you nod silently, "not a big talker?"
he huffs softly at this and shakes his head, not with any serious meaning. he once again reaches for something to write with, but instead pulls out his phone and opens his notes app. the light from his phone successfully lights up his face, highlighting his features much better than the moon. yeah, his eyes were definitely purple. he faces the phone screen toward you, the bold lettering much easier to read coming from his phone.
'yeah. went to the doctor when i was a kid and found out the nerves in my vocal chords are fucked up. i can speak a bit but most of the time talking hurts like shit.'
you smile sympathetically at him and trace your finger through the sand, looking down. "it's alright, i like the quiet."
he looks back at you with a small smile, admiring your features under the moonlight. he notes that your voice is smooth and comforting, and he finds himself wanting to hear it more as he writes to hear more responses from you, and best of all hearing your laugh.
you ended up talking to the stranger until 3 a.m. that night, but you didn't mind. the cold bit at your face, but it was hard to notice even that in his company. after that night, you continued meeting at the beach for months.
even as he didn't speak, he made you laugh, hard. whether it was because of something stupid he typed on his phone, a brainrotted meme he sent you, or purely his expressions and reactions to things you tell him.
without fail, every time you smiled or laughed, he looked at you with a soft smile, losing his scarf along the way of knowing you. without fail he always found some way to touch you, whether it was wiping something off your face or burying his head in your shoulder because he's "tired." you also learned that his name is toge, he's rich as fuck, and very protective about his life outside of you.
you, on the other hand, shared a lot of your life with him. you told him extensively about all of your closest friends and family, specifically megumi. you boasted about having a friend that was in the national hockey league, gushing about how cool it was. every time the conversation of hockey was introduced, toge pursed his lips and nodded tightly, not knowing how to respond. you assumed that he just didn't like hockey, but nonetheless begged him to meet megumi, along with the rest of your friends. every time you did, he wrote 'maybe' and that 'i don't know if they'd like me.'
another thing you didn't know about toge was what the two of you were. even after a year of him becoming your closest friend, you didn't know if the word "friend" was fitting. you had fallen asleep in his arms and woken up to him softly kissing your forehead and touching each other a bit too comfortably for “friends” frequently, all while keeping the title of being close friends. your time together extended beyond the beach, almost for an entire year, buying shitty gas station food and going to an arcade. the beach looked different than it had in the winter, spring, and summer, all seasons you had spent at the beach with toge. it didn’t matter what you did, he spent most of the time observing you quietly, then softly scratching into a notepad or typing into his phone.
never real dates, but never doing anything that was simply friendly. you'd rather die than bring it up, though, and you weren't planning on moving past whatever it was now. although your meetings had started to occur outside of the beach, your beach nights were still frequent.
one particular day you spent studying in the library on campus, feeling a familiar double-buzz in your pocket. you had changed toge's ringtone soon into your friendship, knowing immediately if a text was coming from him. it wasn't hard to tell, though, as when he texted he usually spammed you. sliding your phone from your pocket, you glance at your screen and smile softly.
toge!!: hello hello
toge!!: work done…dying..only you can save me.....
chuckling softly, you type out a quick response.
'you're about to ask if you can stay over.'
toge!!: PLEASE
toge!!: i can only fully sleep and recharge at your place idk what it is
toge!!: be honest is there meth in your ac....
another thing that happened as the two of you grew closer and bonded was that he loosened up. he was incredibly funny and never failed to make you laugh just by being stupid, and so as always, you roll your eyes and bite back a smile, pushing your phone back into your pocket. no matter if you responded or didn't, he was probably already on the way to your apartment.
once your key unlocks the front door of your basically shared space, you step in to see toge passed out on your couch. you huff slightly before quietly dropping your bag and jacket off by the front door. slipping your shoes off, you walk over to where toge is laying and sit by where his head rests, watching him inhale and exhale deeply. seeing him sleeping so peacefully stirs something inside you, and your thumb lightly grazes his cheek.
toge stirs slightly and his eyes flutter open, widening at the realization of your proximity. he clears his throat and turns so his creeping blush stays hidden. pulling out his phone again, he types quickly.
‘work was shitty today. coworkers pissed me off’
you didn't press on his privacy much, but you did wonder. he's secretive about what he does for work, he's loaded, he's handsome, and he doesn't speak. as you've gotten closer he's promised to tell you sometime in the future.
so, you didn’t ask him about his work this time and let the good moment with him last, cuddling on your couch becoming a habit the two of you shared, as friends.
another particular night was hot. the winter had come and passed, and the humidity of the blazing sun was back, even when it wasn't in the sky. as you slip off your shoes and walk down the beach to your usual spot, you smile and wave when you see toge ankle-deep in the water.
you speed up, lightly jogging toward him. he lifts you up slightly in a hug, which he had begun to do shortly after knowing you. when he began to do this to greet you, unable to do so properly with words, he blamed it on your inability to not fall onto him. this might have been partially true, but he really just wanted to touch you; touching you was one of the only ways that toge could express himself fully due to his condition.
you feel him huff softly in your ear and gently put you down, smiling back at you. he pulls his phone out, but instead of typing a message out he takes a picture of you-which you quickly try to protest once you realize what he's doing- the moon slightly highlighting your features. he then goes to his notes app to type a message,
'so pretty.'
you blush heavily, hopeful that the poor lighting was hiding this, but his grin says otherwise. he kisses your forehead softly, chuckling at the way your blush deepens afterward. you press your head into his shoulder and mutter a soft 'shut up.' when you look up into his eyes again, you expect him to be smiling goofily at you and try to do something stupid again, but he's not.
instead, he gazes at you softly, slowly reaching up to cup the side of your face and lean in slightly. your breath hitches as your eyes go wide, out of shock- or maybe fear.
one other thing you learned about toge: he always acted on his impulses. so, like many other times, he did the same by closing the distance between the two of you.
your lips moved slowly, softly pressing against each other before speeding your movements and holding onto his neck, wrapping your hands into his messy hair. when he eventually did pull away, he smiled at you like he always did: his friendly and goofy smile that made your heart drop. you never really had guy friends to this extent, maybe that was just normal.
so, when you went home that day, you called him like normal and everything seemed okay. things went back to how they were before, the same dynamic in place.
again, you didn't press on his privacy much, but everyday you two spent more time together you wished to know about anything from his personal life. you’ve learned that his parents aren’t quite in the picture, but you wanted to know more. so tonight, you finally asked.
"toge.." he hums quietly at your calling, tilting his head slightly. "why don't you tell me anything about yourself?"
his eyebrows pinch together as he drops his hands from your face, shaking his head slowly. he lifts his phone again and types, opting to text you as your own phone lights up.
'soon, i promise. :)'
you roll your eyes in annoyance and look away, as he looks at you sadly, apology in his eyes, muttering "god knows when" to yourself.
when, exactly, was june 18th.
the stanley cup had finally come, and you of course came to support megumi. cheering loudly, you adorn yourself in shades of light and dark blues, the colors of their hockey team: the ice wolves.
their opposing team was their all-time rival and tied for the best team in the nhl: the blazes.
the stadium was loud, screaming coming from both sides as players zipped around each other and striked the puck, attempting to score a goal for their team. it was the final three minutes of the game and it was a tie- 3 for 3.
it happened fast and was hard to make out exactly what happened, but it was hard to miss once it did. the central attacker for the blazes, yuuta okkotsu, skated extremely close to inumaki, attempting to gain control of the puck multiple times. eventually, he shoved inumaki lightly, and his reaction was explosive.
inumaki quickly ripped off his gloves and threw them, landing somewhere on the ice. yuuta was quickly slammed into the glass railing and inumaki's fist met his face multiple times before yuuta fought back, grabbing his jersey and pushing him away. megumi intervened by shoving yuuta out of the way and screaming something you couldn't hear. though, as inumaki fell, his helmet loosened and eventually came off as he hit the ice.
cameras flashed at the speed of light before you could even react or fully see his face, quickly putting his helmet back on and skating off the ice as he was in penalty for the rest of the game.
you didn't check your phone much after the game, heading straight to the beach and spending almost all night there, but toge never showed. you eventually left and used your phone for entertainment, one news article catching your eye.
BREAKING NHL: MYSTERY PLAYER INUMAKI, OR "THE SNAKE" 'S IDENTITY HAS BEEN REVEALED
you click on the article, curious as you never got to get a good look at who he was at the game before he out his helmet back on. it took a second to load, but once it did-
toge.
you quickly text him, no doubt blowing up his phone with messages.
toge????
read 11:17 PM
this is why you've been hiding what you do??
read 11:30 PM
can you call me please
read 11:38 PM
this continued for weeks.
you failed to hear from or see toge at all, and he hadn't been spotted by any press either. you even resorted to texting megumi, begging to know where he was.
"i'm sorry, y/n, i seriously don't know" megumi sighed, "if i did i would tell you."
you turn around, walking out of the hockey arena exasperated. you were once again checking for him at the team's practices, and had even been asking megumi if he was showing up to them (he wasn't) or if he had seen him (he hadn't). not only were you worried sick about not seeing him at all, he was missing practice and faced the risk of getting suspended or removed from the team.
you walk to your car as quickly as possible, bumping into someone on your way out the door. you look up to say a quick sorry and flash a smile, when you see him.
"toge," you sigh, anxiety creeping in your voice. "where have you been?"
toge's eyes widen when he sees you, quickly grabbing your hand and delicately leading you to the first room he sees, a meeting room for the executives of the team. you were angry, furious, at him, shoving him away from you and tears quickly brimming in your eyes. you were hurt, and rightfully so. he quickly closes the blinds to the room and looks around frantically, spotting a whiteboard on the wall and quickly writing.
'im sorry im so so so sorry. let me explain- hold'
you turned away, reaching for the door handle, until he gently grabbed your arm and pointed you to the whiteboard, everything written.
‘im sorry y/n, i fucked up, i just genuinely freaked out and ghosted everyone. you have this fucked up effect on me and i can’t get you out of my damn head. i was being selfish and i am selfish because i love you and i know you deserve better but i don’t care. i love you’
you violently shake your head, tears falling from your eyes. “deserve better than me? what the hell are you talking about toge? all i’ve ever wanted is you, toge” your voice trembling and shaky. you couldn’t continue, burying your face in your hands.
he quickly embraces you fully, rubbing your back comfortingly and kissing the top of your head. he whispers so quietly, even you’re barely able to hear it. “im sorry.”
you hated him for what he did, and still all you wanted was for him to hold you. you didn't know what to do, so you did what became tradition for the two of you. you lean up to him, softly placing your hand on the side of his face and stroking your thumb against his cheek, his eyes fluttering shut as you both lean into each other.
the kiss starts slow, an apology. his hands hold your head and rub your back, begging you to forgive him through his movements. and you do, as your lips move more feverishly and your tongues begin clashing together, toge pushing you against the meeting table.
his lips move down to your neck, slowly taking off your tank top from that day. suddenly, you push yourself away from him and gasp, "toge- the door-" which he kisses you quickly again in response, quickly locking the door and moving back to you.
you become more intense than before, promptly undressing each other. once you are fully undressed, toge pulls away from you and takes you in, all of you. his eyes shift from longing to pure hunger, moving toward you again and moving lower, eventually moving to kissing and sucking the side of your breast. you moan quietly and tug his hair, when you feel a sharp sensation where his lips once were.
looking down, you quickly realized that he bit you, and you instantly become as ravenous as he was. you pull him toward you again, whispering, "please, toge. i need you."
he gives you a smirk before kissing your breast once more, then up your body until he reaches your lips, pushing into you slowly. you moan and wince slightly, he was bigger than anybody you had been with before. he notices your soft sound and gently caresses your face, looking at you with pure adoration in his eyes. he kisses your forehead carefully, waiting until you give him the go-ahead to start moving.
and once you do, you almost regret it. that feeling is quickly replaced with pleasure, though, as he pushes in and out of you desperately. another thing you've come to learn about toge, he sure can grunt despite his throat condition. you can barely hear the sounds he's making, though, over your whines and gasps. he continues to kiss you when hes pounding into you, sucking gently on your neck before biting once again, swiping his tongue over what would surely become visible marks in the following hours.
and every time he delivered a particularly sharp thrust or nipped into your skin, you responded by tugging his hair, eliciting soft whines from his lips and stuttered movements. once his movements became completely wild and based on instinct, you knew he was getting close, and so were you.
you pulled him closer than he was before, impossibly so. he pulls away to look at you, conflicted. you nod at him, "i'm on the pill, toge."
that was all the confirmation he needed before he thrusted into you for the final times, pushing completely inside of you and releasing. he moans at the feeling of you pulsing around him before slowly pulling out and pecking your lips repeatedly, mouthing i love you.
you pull him into a final kiss before getting dressed again, about to walk out to your car. he pulls you into him again, looking confused and pulling out his phone.
'where are you going?'
"what do you mean? i was gonna go home, we're friends again."
a flash of hurt strikes his features as he looks at you sadly, typing fast.
'friends? you're fucking kidding me. y/n, we just had sex.'
"yeah, well, you've kissed me before too and expected nothing out of it, so i didn't think this was different. i didn't think you actually felt the same."
he laughs at you, shaking his head and scoffing.
'y/n, we've never just been friends and i think we both know that. have i not been clear enough? maybe i should be more obvious about it.'
he pulls you in again, kissing you deeply and picking you up, throwing you onto his shoulder. you laugh and slap his back, telling him to put you down. he doesn't though, and carries you into the players lot where his white mustang was parked. he put you down in his passenger seat, fastening your seatbelt for you and kissing your cheek again before getting into the car and driving into the city.
even after months of being together, it still takes getting used to that the two of you are actually together.
the infamous toge inumaki, or 'the fangs' had to adjust to actually being in the spotlight with his identity being revealed. he was mainly concerned for you, as you had to deal with cameras following you around as well, interrupting quality time together. however, it wouldn't stop for a while as toge was never seen smiling, let alone in public, unless you were there. he was still largely feared by the public for his behavior on the ice, even with the increased publicity of him and you together in public.
you couldn't care less, though. all you cared about was the fact that you were finally with toge. he loved your smile, and you loved how he talked late at night, nobody being able to come in between the two of you. you both never let the phone ring, and everything small about the two of you made you love him even more. he was good to you, and you wanted him more than anything in between.
thank you so much for reading!! i plan on making more parts to this, message me if you want to be on my taglist!
ugh ok, I was describing this scene to @honeycaksy but then realized it was too good to pass up on sharing with all of you hahaha.
so for our hockey au, a long time ago, I was trying to imagine how a team dinner like over the holidays or something being hosted at an older players house would go. I imagined them having a ton of little girls plus the other players' & staff's daughters flitting about. medic!reader, looking for the bathroom, walks past a room to find one of the youngest girls - a touch shy, but seems to have made at least three friends tonight - sitting at a small, round children-sized table accompanied by three, very large hockey players for a tea party.
the little girl is the perfect little princess adorned in a tiara, a dress, clip on earrings, and little plastic heels. James is wearing little tutu's around his biceps like water wings/floaties, multiple strings of plastic pearls and jewels around his neck, and a tiara sitting atop his riot of curls. Sirius - in stark contrast to his all black ensemble - has two different pink feather boas around his neck, pink heart-shaped sunglasses, and fake gemstone rings on all of his fingers (except they only fit to his first knuckle because they're clearly made for kids). and Remus, stoic as ever, is sitting there with a tutu velcroed to his jumper across top of his chest right under his armpits, a tiara of his own, and some clip on earrings as he holds a tiny plastic tea cup.
these men are absolutely folded into their tiny chairs, with the exception of Sirius who has somehow managed to lounge against the chair like some blissed out rockstar. Remus looks like he had simply been plucked from the adult table and placed at this tea party, and James was taking his tea-time etiquette very seriously.
the medic pauses in the doorway like "what....the fuck?" and James just scoffs like "what? we're having a tea party" as if saying "duh??" and looking at the other two players like "can you believe her?"
the medic finally rolls her eyes fondly and tells them they look ridiculous as she turns to walk away, and after a few beats of silence, Sirius says "well, I don't think we've ever looked better"
