Summary: a series of events which has you and Quinn balancing growing careers and keeping secrets - in the aftermath of the new addition, you and Quinn face the anxiety that come with an unplanned pregnancy.
Notes: Please bear with me, the first few weeks of pregnancy are nothing but sleeping, nausea, and raging hormones.
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“I don’t understand why my cost went up.” The irritated man reworded his sentence for the third time. “I’ve been going to this pharmacy for years.”
“I understand your loyalty to us, and we really do appreciate it, but unfortunately there was recently a rise in price for your particular medication.” You tried to explain calmly, the balance of your career hanging by a thread with your rapidly shrinking fuse. “I understand your frustrations..”
“No, you don’t understand. None of you morons ever understand what it’s like. You all just want to steal money from people who are vulnerable.”
“Sir, please..” you pleaded, desperately keeping yourself composed. If he raised his voice anymore, you were liable to break down right there behind the counter, or maybe even snap back. “I’m just a technician. I have no control over this.”
The lead pharmacist walked up to the counter, taking over the situation just in time. In the end the customer paid for his medication anyways, making you roll your eyes as soon as he turned around. “How about you take a breather?” He told you, noticing how tense you were. “You alright?”
You nodded before looking down, knowing damn well you were anything but. It wasn’t the job causing you distress, but only you and one other person knew about it, and he was currently on a plane to Dallas. It’d been a few days since you’d taken the test, and even another two the next day just to make sure. Three plus signs, three chances for the universe to let up on the practical joke. But no, you were knocked up with a professional athlete’s baby. Lucky you.
When you’d first moved to Vancouver, you had nothing to your name but a beat-up car and a brand new lease in a rundown apartment complex. You worked two jobs to keep it together, grocery store stocking in the mornings and working the bar at a restaurant downtown. You worked your way up to the pharmacy in the store as an assistant before promoting to pharmacy tech. Now that you’d been at this particular job for a while, you no longer needed side gigs to keep you going. Life was becoming liveable, until Quinn appeared.
The details were rather fuzzy with how you met, but you’d known who he was. How could you not? He was a local hero, getting ready to return to the ice after a great season. Decent playoff run, recent winner of the Norris, and had just been put on the latest cover of EA Sports NHL with his brothers.
At first you were just friends, with a little harmless flirting. But one night, after an embarrassingly bad date, you’d reached out to him in a different sense, expecting to get laughed off. But he’d surprisingly asked for your address, and the two of you spent the next few months using each other as vices. You had shitty customers and betraying friends, he had locker room drama and injuries he was desperate to ignore. Before long, it became second nature to leave your front door open after bad games.
After a few minutes of recollecting yourself after what felt like the 14th wave of hormones, you returned to your station. You’d spent the rest of the day mindlessly fulfilling your duties, only stopping for a lunch made entirely of apples and peanut butter, the only thing you’d been able to keep down. When the shift ended, you were more than ready to get out, barely saying goodbyes before leaving.
As you walked into your rundown apartment building, your energy hit total depletion. Of all the side effects that were starting to creep in, the lethargic feelings had to be the worst. Your job demanded you being on your feet the entire shift, and your newest ailment was not helping the matters at all. Your google searches were quickly becoming a list of questions like “what can I eat without throwing up?” and “will I get my energy back?” To make matters worse, you still had those four sets of stairs to climb, each flight becoming more and more difficult.
When the hike finally ended, you were fighting to keep your eyes open as you unlocked your door, crashing in with your feet barely below you. You laid down on the couch, insisting you’d get up and change out of your uniform after you rest for just a bit. Three hours later, you’d melted into the cushions, staring uselessly at the wall across from you. Once again overthinking everything you were currently dealing with.
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Quinn was known to be a chronic sleeper. Everywhere he went he’d get caught taking a cat nap, even in the cubbies of the locker room from time to time. But those days were officially long behind him. In fact, he hadn’t slept more than a few hours the entire week.
It was abundantly clear that the situation in his personal life had affected his gameplay after the team lost 5-2 at home against the Blues. He’d desperately tried to hone in and stay in the zone like he always did, but the news had fucked him up bad. He got off the ice more tense than he’d ever been in his life, just to get bombarded by reporters asking obvious questions. And deep down, he knew they were just doing their jobs, but he couldn’t be less in the mood for it.
He’d tried to make it a point to come see you before the plane took off, but your schedules clashed like they often did. So he got on the plane, an exhausting amount of unknown in the mix of his life. When things got rough, he’d usually be able to call his parents or his brothers, but the situation was so new and there were too many questions he simply didn’t have the answers for. He wasn’t prepared for interrogation from Jack or Luke, and he didn’t know if his mom would be disappointed for not being safe. In the end he bottled it up, and it was seriously starting to take its toll.
He swiped his keycard to his hotel room, thankful as fuck he didn’t have a roommate this time around. If he had to hear one more “You good, huggy?” he might actually lose his fucking mind. He abandoned his suitcase by the door and dropped his backpack to the floor with a thud, not stopping until he landed face first into the plush mattress. In the privacy of the room, it finally came crashing down as he let out a guttural scream into the duvet.
A father. He was going to be an actual fucking father. And worse off, it wasn’t the exciting, hopeful moment he’d hoped it would be. Images of you in a panicked, crying state were permanently stained into his eyelids, making the sleep he was desperate for that much harder. When he did fall asleep, his mind played over every last detail to get to that moment.
The last time he’d been over to the apartment, life had gotten really hectic. Quinn had just gotten back from the media tour, which had already stressed him to the max. It was no secret he hated being on camera, especially when they had him doing embarrassing things and asking him simple questions. He’d done his best to just smile and bear through it, but it had taken its toll on him, leaving him over the public view completely.
At first, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to call you. He didn’t really talk to you much while he was back home for the summer, and he truthfully felt terrible for it. He’d become perpetually bad at only reaching out when he needed a release, but there had been times where you did it too, justifying his actions. By midnight, he finally shot you a text, sure that you wouldn’t be awake at the ungodly hour. Your response was simple: To come over, the door was already unlocked.
When he got there, you were already in your room. Wearing only a large shirt he’d left one night over a lace thong. Words didn’t need to be spoken, only tension to be liberated. It was just you and him and the fucked up entanglement of using each other. Hands on hips, nails on skin. The same spark that always turned into flames.
Quinn relented from rotting into the bed, standing up to change out of his clothes. As he emptied out his pockets, he finally switched his phone out of airplane mode, since he uncharacteristically wanted nothing to do with it for the entire trip. As soon as service came back, it began going off with missed emails and text messages. You still hadn’t reached out, and it began to worry him, so he broke his streak of silence and finally called. Just to check in, to maybe bring his mind some peace.
“Hey.” Your groggy voice came over the speaker as he tugged off his t-shirt.
“How are you feeling?” He asked, a breath of relief that you weren’t ignoring him.
“Rough day at work, melted into the couch cushions for a few hours afterwards.”
“Have you been able to keep anything down? I can order you something on delivery.” He offered, knowing that you needed to eat, even if it was something small to replenish what you’d lost over the last week of illness.
“I had some fruit at lunch.” You told him, the tone of your voice telling him that you both knew that wouldn’t be enough. “Don’t worry, I’ll find something.”
“Whatever you want, I’ll pay. You need to take care of yourself.” He stated, pulling up Venmo to send you enough to order an entire menu. “I’ll be home next Friday, but if anything happens..”
“Quinn, you’re the only one I can call if something happens.” You said, reminding him once again just how unnerving this probably was for you. He knew you were on your own in Vancouver, how no one stayed permanent in your life. “Can you do me a favor though?”
“Anything.” He said, no holding back in the desperation of his voice. Wanting to show that from the moment you told him, that he’d go to whatever means necessary to show you weren’t ever going to be alone, that he’d be with you every step of the way.
“Don’t let this hurt your game, Q. You won’t be in the right headspace to have a proper conversation if you’re beating yourself up.” You told him. He knew you’d picked up on his patterns, but he never put two and two together. That’d you’d been watching, silently looking out for him. “Be the best version of yourself out there, this will still be here no matter what.”
“I know, it was just a lot… for the both of us. I didn’t mean for it to affect me on the ice.” He confessed, actually speaking his thoughts out to you instead of the usual alternative. “I’ll win one just for you.” The words came out of his mouth before he could think.
“Win one for yourself. And get some real sleep. We’ll be alright.” You’d said, your voice sounding more level than it had the last time he spoke to you.
“You too. I’ll check in with you when we land in Chicago.” He promised, exchanging good nights before hanging up. He was thankful to hear you almost back to your normal self, and the added wisdom he never noticed you had helping him realize how the impossible could somehow be accomplished, despite the hardships to come.
For the first time all week, his shoulders started to feel lighter, his lungs working properly. After a quick dinner, he’d drift off comfortably for the first time in days, his racing mind finally shutting down.
summary: when you and juraj aren't nearly as sneaky as you both think, people are bound to find out that he is the man who has been making you so happy.
request: yes/no
trope: teammates sister
warnings: none.
word count: 1.24k
authors note: it's not everyday we get a piece of pure fluff from me, enjoy it while it lasts... All jokes aside though this is the last piece that came from the 500 celly so to everyone that was apart of it and to those of you who have been around and stuck around since then I am forever grateful 💓
You were meant to be totally off limits.
As Nicks little sister from the moment you stepped off that plane, it seemed that the whole city knew who you were and you hated it. Everyone but one person seemed to care and you gravitated towards that.
Juraj had met you before Nick introduced the two of you to each other. And that was what you thought a large part of the appeal was. He was the man who came into your new favourite place to get coffee at the same time as you each day. Juraj was always just wanting to talk to you, and it meant that everything started so sweetly.
After a few weeks of that you had developed feelings for him, and luckily for you he had developed them for you too. He spent so much time trying to figure out how to ask you out that eventually you came out and did it yourself.
Juraj had walked you back to your apartment after another session at the cafe “so this is you.” He shoved his hands into his pockets “wait J.” Your voice was soft as he cocked his head.
You felt yourself grow nervous as he smiled “you trust me?” You asked, almost scared of the rejection “of course.” The hockey player nodded sending you a smile.
Juraj watched you rest your hands flat against his torso. You took a deep breath in before you pushed yourself into your tippy toes so that you could kiss him. It took him a moment but he followed suit. His hands wrapped around your waist ensuring that you couldn’t pull back a moment too soon “want to come in?” Your voice was airy as he picked you up, carrying you into your apartment.
That was four months ago and neither one of you looked back. Sure there were moments where you both wished that the kisses that you both shared, didn’t have to be behind closed doors in secret. But you knew how much much more complicated things would have become if people found out.
And besides there was something exhilarating to the both of you about the possibility of being caught. Like the hickies that came a little too close to your neckline, and the scratches you left on his back for his teammates to see made you squirm. You were right under everyone’s noses yet nobody seemed to have caught you out yet.
Juraj kissed your lips, slotting into the place between your legs “god you know how gorgeous you are zlatko?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder.
The hockey player wasn’t ashamed to inhale your scent, with your perfume making him feel feral as it was your signature scent “you’re sweet baby.” You smiled running your fingers through his hair.
These lazy mornings were what you appreciated so much when the boys had time off. Juraj always knew that you would be at his as Nick shared the schedules with you. The Slovakian boy always used to be someone who got ready and went in the morning.
But with you he just loved getting to savour every moment that the world presented to him. From morning cuddles to being sat in the kitchen as cooking a basic meal ended up taking far longer than it was ever meant to.
That’s how you landed up where you were “how about we put this stuff on the counter and go back to bed?” Juraj proposed rubbing a circle on the inside of your thigh “who said anything about us needing the bed to do that?” A smirk formed on your face as you shit back.
Juraj shook his head “you are so dangerous.” He mumbled dipping his head so that your lips were almost touching his “and that’s why you love me no?” You taunted him, bringing your hand to the back of his head as you brought him down into a kiss.
Nick walked into the apartment with Cole as they could hear music coming from Juraj’s kitchen “dude please tell me you are cooking something!” Cole let out a whine as he heard his stomach grumble.
Your eyes went wide pulling away from Juraj “you said they weren’t coming until later!” You whisper yelled, pushing yourself off of the countertop in a panic “they were meant to!” Juraj nodded hearing their footsteps grow louder.
So like any logical person he opted to use his own frame to hide you “why are you guys here so early?” Juraj was nervous as he let out a cough, seeing his teammates stood by the door.
Nick smirked as he placed the six pack of beer down “because I wanted to prove that I was right.” He explained, nudging Cole “he thinks you’re dating y/n but I said you wouldn’t do that.” The Canadian explained as he took his cap off.
Your eyes went wide knowing that you had been caught “what makes you think that?” Juraj crossed his arms keeping his body where he stood so you wouldn’t be found “the fact that her phone is right there and you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Nicks points were things that Juraj was prepared to fight and swear blindly that they were just coincidences.
So you squeezed his shoulder before he had a chance “hi guys.” You sighed walking out from behind him “it was true!” Cole let out a gasp letting his eyes travel between you and your boyfriend.
But for you and Juraj, your eyes stayed on Nick who remained silent “aren’t you going to yell?” You asked making Juraj’s eyes go wide, not feeling like his captain needed the encouragement “because that is going to solve everything?” Nick couldn’t help but laugh as he ran his fingers through his hair.
He took a deep breath “I mean maybe if I hadn’t known-” it was now your turn to be shocked “you knew! For how long?” You were almost scared to hear his answer.
Nick clicked his tongue “for like two months.” You felt your eyes go wide, that was basically the whole relationship “you forget that you are not slick if you smile at your phone like an idiot.” Juraj smiled at you hearing that.
But the ammunition to tease you was short lived “and you’re not better!” Nick pointed his finger at him “you look like you’ve got hearts in your eyes whenever she walks into a room.” As funny as Nick found it, it was more sad to see the two of you act like love sick puppies than anything else.
You blushed at the words turning to hold Juraj’s hand, giving it a comforting squeeze “so you aren’t mad?” You were almost thinking that your brother would explode when you all least expected it “I am just glad that you don’t have to hide it anymore.” It was clear he was being honest.
There was this inviting sense about his voice so you took it and made your way around the kitchen island “you really mean that?”it made your heart soar “I do.” Nick nodded, shooting you his signature smile.
It was like you both felt totally in the clear as you hugged Nick “because now I can say this.” He wrapped his arms around you, letting his eyes stare into his teammates “you hurt her and I will break you.” And there were the threats that you had expected.
so close to what | a social media au! series - part 1
-> masterlist (coming soon)
-> featuring mat barzal and female reader; numerous side characters of other NHLers and their significant others 
a/n: this is my first post/writing in a long time after a hiatus so i apologize if it’s not the best, hopefully things will get better as this series progresses 🤞🏼🙈
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barzal97 offseason recap
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-> user4035 HAHA i mean no, it just would make it easy to dislike her if she was…
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a/n: hey guys! thank u so so much for all the love on the last one, im hoping this ones just as good!! (imo it's better but wtv tehe) this time we have,, bedsy intro (hes my fav character icl), awkward/very professional texting between two old teammates, the BC polycule once again and some insta posts (plus a comment from a certain someone!)
warnings: none
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Part 1
a/n: Part 3 coming soon?? maybe idk yet!! Hope you guys enjoyed, pls like or reblog or comment :)) and feel free to send me asks or even requests of what you wanna see more of in this AU (or less of idk)
can we get a barzy smut (ur wearing his cowboy hat, doing it on the kitchen counter)
save a horse, ride a cowboy – mb
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cw: SMUT (18+)!!!, dirty talk, cowboys 🤠
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“Alright, cowboy. I’m ready. Let’s go.” After over an hour of getting ready you finally stepped out of the bathroom ready for your night out. Mat and your friends were going out tonight to a bull riding event that came to New York only once a year. Your recent obsession with cowboys had you giddy for the night all day long. You had broken in your new cowboy boots for weeks specially for tonight. Your boyfriend had the same idea with his cowboy hat. Which looked absolutely sexy on top of his mess of hair. You’d been fantasizing for a while about riding him with his hat on. But that would wait for after the show.
You found Mat sitting on the couch on his phone with his black cowboy hat on his head. “Finally,” he said, putting his phone away, looking up at you. You could see his breath hitch as his eyes dragged over your body, slowly, up and down, then up again to meet your eyes. They narrowed slightly as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
You grinned and spun around in a circle, giving him the full view of the outfit. The white oversized linen blouse that was held together in the front by only two strings, with a red lace bra underneath, the tight black miniskirt with an oversized western belt and the star of the show, your cherry red cowboy boots. “Good?”
“Fuck,” was all he muttered, before lifting his hand to rake his hand through his hair, which knocked the cowboy hat of his head he forgot he was wearing. He was frozen in place so you took to few steps it took to get to him, leaning over a little too closely to give a little peak and picked the hat up, setting it on your intentional wavy mess of hair.
“Now I’m ready.” You stroked his cheek and winked at him before walking to the kitchen to grab a glass of water. Mat immediately jumped up and followed you to the kitchen where he came up to you from behind to pull you into his body by your hips. His lips latched onto your neck, pressing soft wet kisses along it while his big hand slipped underneath your open blouse over your stomach keeping you in place against him.
“We gotta go,” you hummed leaning more into his touch. You really did have to go, but the warmth that spread throughout your body was terribly good at letting you forget that fact.
“I don’t care,” Mat mumbled back, still working your neck and jawline while sliding his hands over your body.
“We’re gonna miss the opening show,” you tried again, but there wasn’t much care behind your words either.
“I’d much rather bend you over the counter and fuck you all night long.” A little gasp escaped you at his words. “And you know what they say, you wear the hat you ride the cowboy.”
You couldn’t argue with that logic and let him spin you around and kiss you breathlessly. The hat was knocked of your head when he pressed you into the fridge kissing you so aggressively that you had to grip his own linen blouse you forced him to wear – a black tshirt just wouldn’t do – strong enough you were scared you were going to rip holes into it.
You didn’t kiss for much longer, both of you already worked up enough, before Mat gripped your hips roughly to flip you and bend you over the kitchen island. You landed on your elbows, palms flat on the marble while Mat kicked your legs apart. He groaned slapping your ass that was already peaking out from under your skirt. He shoved the tiny bit of frantic even higher so it bunched around your waist, only to reveal the matching red lace thong. The growl that came out of him could have brought you over the edge alone. Mat’s calloused hands griped your delicate skin then pressed his erection into you.
“This ass drives me crazy, every fucking day.” He slapped your skin again. “And then this skirt, god.”
Your moan was interrupted by a chuckle. “I’m aware. We never make it out the door without you fucking me against the closest surface any time I wear it.”
One of his hands got ahold of your waves and pulled your upper body up to him. With a touch voice he spoke into your ear sending shiver down your spine, “Is that what you want? For me to fuck you on the counter? Making us late yet again? We’re starting to gain a reputation.”
His grip on your hair was rough but the pleasure trumped the pain. “Yes,” you whispered hoarsely.
“Good girl.” And with that she shoved you back down, pressing you flat against the cold counter. He works his pants, freeing his hard cock desperate to slide right into you. And he doesn’t waste any time pushing your pantries to the side, lining up and running the tip over your folds. You both gasp at contact. “This pussy if soaked for me. You like the hat that much, eh?”
You wiggled your ass in response, widening your stance and pushing back into him to urge him on. He slipped himself through your folds again before slamming into you to the hilt. “Oh god,” you moaned, your finger digging into the marble.
Mat gave you a few more seconds to adjust before gripping your hips and thrusting back into you, hard. “So fucking right.” He switched between hard and fast thrusts then slower and more precise ones, grinding into you making sure to hit every angle. His hands were on you. Your back, pushing you down. Your hair, giving him something to hold onto while slamming into you repeatedly.
You were a whimpering moaning mess underneath him. “That what you wanted? To be fucked by a cowboy?” His words were choppy and breathless as he slammed into you then rolled his hips sliding impossibly deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” you breathed. That got your ass slapped and your hair pulled hard giving you enough momentum to force yourself up onto your hands. Mat’s lips connected with your shoulder, biting down enough to leave marks before soothing the burn with soft kisses.
“You are delicious,” he murmured and suddenly the moment turned soft. Your arm wrapped around his neck pulling him into you for a kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth and you both moaned when Mat started slowing moving his hips again.
But then he separated, only enough to spin you around and lift you up onto the counter, capturing your lips immediately after. You kissed, not caring about smearing your red lipstick. He was addicting and even though you absolutely hated being late to events, for this you’d give up everything. But when your body started to scream for his cock filling you again, you slipped your hand between your bodies wrapping your hand around the root of his hard length that juts out above the waistband of his underwear. Around every hot, hard inch covered in your juices. Your finger glides over the tip, smearing the drops of cum beading there.
Finally, you slid closer to the edge of the counter and Mat filled you easily, breaking the kiss to let his head fall back with a groan. Your legs shook in their place around his waist. You felt every inch, every ridge, every vain as he slowly moved inside of you. The please was building and building, turning your brain into mush losing control over your body. But Mat got you, pinning you to him, savoring every moan and sigh.
“Maty. Maty.” You buried your face in the crock of his neck and let him work you, pumping into you slow but deep.
“You’re so good to me,” he whispered, his lips tracing your damp skin. “So good.”
His jaw flexed as he started to pick up his pace again, both of you already close to finding your release. So you lied back on the counter, let your legs fall open, and started to play with yourself while Mat took you in. That expression of passion and love on his face in full blinding force. But then you bit your lip and pinched your clit as his expression turned downright wicked. He pulled out and then slammed in hard. Again. And again. Steady, even, powerful strokes that shook your entire body.
Mat fucked you senseless on the top of the kitchen counter. The cowboy hat, which had gotten you so worked up all afternoon since he refused to wait until tonight to wear it, scattered on the floor. He looked like some sort of avenging god working you into a frenzy. Flushed cheeks, disheveled hair flopped over his forehead, veins bulging on his forearms while his abs flexed with every thrust. You could come just from savoring the view you got by lying with spread legs beneath his hard, heavy body. His hands held you open wide, and his eyes stay locked on yours.
You finally fell apart underneath his touch. Your body tremored, wave after wave as your orgasm dragged on for an eternity. Mat draped himself on top of you, pressing him lips to yours, swallowing every moan you gave him.
You held him close, hugging him to you even closer. Your shudders subsided and you were finally able to focus on him, noticing his lips switch – a tell he was also close. “Come on, cowboy. Come in me.”
Your voice was hoarse against his ear. You reveled in the fact that he shivered in response before his thrust got more and more sloppy, before he finally erupted. Mat groaned loudly, pushing deeper into you, spilling every drop of him cum inside of you. You felt everything. Every pulse. Every kiss. Every touch. You could even feel his heartbeat on your chest and his harsh breath against your neck.
You spent a couple of minutes catching your breath, stroking his hair, waiting for that orgasm cloud over your brain to pass. When you finally did muster up the courage to look over to the oven clock, you pushed Mat away from you. “Fuck! We’re really gonna be late now.”
“Wait, wait, wait.” Mat’s hand caught your wrist, spinning you back towards him. “Let’s clean up.”
He grabbed a paper towel, wetting it in the sink, before dropping to his knees. His green eyes were still oozing sex as he slowly wiped his cum from your thigh. “Hurry,” you whined. “I wanna see the cowboys.”
He smirked before reaching back to grab his hat off the floor flopping it on his head. “You’ve got a perfectly good cowboy sitting right here. On his knees ready to worship you, might I add.”
As much as you loved the feel of your pussy clenching at the thought, you had plenty of time to do that later. Mat worshipping you could wait. The cowboys couldn’t. And that’s what you told him, before pulling him off the floor, doing the cleaning up yourself to actually get the job done. After a quick trip to the bathroom for some perfume renewal, you finally dragged your cowboy out the door.
