Summary: YN is best friends with Trevor and by proxy has become "one of the boys" with him, the Hughes brothers, and Cole
Pairings: Reader & Jack Hughes, Reader & Trevor Zegras, Reader & Quinn Hughes, Reader & Luke Hughes, and Reader & Cole Caufield
Notes: I’m starting a little series! Haven’t decided who the reader ends up with yet so lmk if you have any preference! Also may write actual fics for this if there’s interest 🫶 All pics from Pinterest - credit to owners!
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yourusername: I love these dorks. Thanks for letting me crash guys weekend!
I have been working on something lately, and it should be out soon, I’m sorry it’s taking so long. BUT I have some fun news!!
I realized one of my favorite bands, the Wrecks, need some extra love, and in effort to spread some for their songs, I’m coming out with SIX fics based on some of my faves of theirs!
The first one is actually the one I am posting next and the other five are going to hopefully be out shortly after, though it may not be in this order.
I Hope it’s Cold in New York, Brady Skjei angsty smut, “I’d trade my soul // to get another night, give me one of yours”
Sonder, Nathan Mackinnon angst with happy ending, “hold tight, we’ll make it through // starlight, street signs // alright, it’s all for you // long nights, our nights // soft like the month of June”
No Place I’d Rather Be, Matthew Tkachuk fluff, “i will be there when you call from that million dollar place // where we, we fell in love, looking over the waves // cause it’s, it’s only us, and there’s no other way // no matter where we are, ain’t no place i’d rather be”
Ugly Side, Quinn Hughes fluff, “I took your palm and read it clearly, explaining every line // but i don’t think you took it seriously // still i took my sweet time // cause i wish this could last forever // sitting here with your hand in mine”
Favorite Liar, Andrei Svechnikov smut, “cause I’m not buying the things you wanna say // I’ve heard ‘em all now anyway // you’re such a liar // my favorite liar”
Where are You Now?, Mason Marchment angst, “to hell with your closure // but i still want mine”
If you want to listen to the songs before the fics and wanna talk about them, please feel to message me!! And I hope you all enjoy them :)
an: the sequel to my blurb I Hate It! Seeing the boys all pretty and smiley today is kinda making up for what we went through.... but not really. But Mat is so cute!!!! Baby faced!!!! Also, I'm sure a bunch of people already wrote a fic like this but meh I want my own
summary: mat comes home and needs to be taken care of.
word count: 1.2k
Your baby was coming back to you.
Last night, Mat had collapsed into your arms in a way he hadn't in a long time, worn out and absolutely devastated after losing to Tampa in Game 7 and ultimately getting knocked out of the playoffs. It was worse than having a bad game, it had ended this season's hopes for the Cup, and you could see the devastation on his face. It wasn't often he cried, but the second he stepped off that plane, his eyes red and rimmed with sadness, he had collapsed into you, sobbing against your shoulder. You were his safe haven, and he always knew he’d be safe, taken care of in your arms. You would never judge him, you would never tell him to man up or to try harder in games. You understood him.
You'd driven him home- he actually let you have control of his Range Rover for once- and led him up the stairs to your apartment before finally falling down into bed together.
The moment you found yourselves under the safety of your covers, Mat was burrowing back into your neck, still sniffling yet red and bashful to be so emotional in front of you. You whispered to him that it’s alright, that he should let it out, that you were here, bringing a hand up to stroke through his hair.
“You gave it your all, Mat. And you fought all the way to the end. No one's upset with you, okay? I want you to know that. You’ll come back even stronger next season.”
Mat finally peaked up from the crook of your neck. It looked like his tears were done for now, though his eyes were still rimmed with sadness and absolute defeat. “Thank you for being here. Thank you so much. I needed this.”
“Of course. I love you.”
You leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. One that was comforting, that would send all your love for him his way. Instead, you whined and flinched back the second your lips touched his face. You had forgotten how much his facial hair had grown out. They had made it all the way to Game 7 of the third round, and what had originally been stubbly was a thick, prominent scruff by now. And you hated it.
Mat chuckled, the first soft smile you’d seen since he left for the airport before the last game. "You really hate it that much?"
“It looks good on you, babe.” You reached up and stroked your hand along it, and he instinctively tilted his cheek in against your palm. “But it’s too scratchy to kiss. I want my baby faced boy back.” You said it with a whine, a little pout as you continued to rub his scratchy cheeks. Mat chuckled and sat up a little bit in bed, pulling you up with him and letting the blankets fall to your waists.
“I think I have a little more energy in me. Why don’t we shave it now?”
“We?”
And that’s how you got here, sitting on the bathroom counter, his razor in one of your hands, and a bottle of shaving cream in the other. You were both in your pajamas, and Mat's face was covered in thick shaving cream, and he was giggling, waving a dollop of foam at you and dropping it on your nose. You would’ve scolded him, but you were just so happy to see him his smiley self again. Ten minutes ago you were worried his sunshine was gone for good, but here he was again, making you feel warm.
“Mat, you have to be still for me, baby.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you, and he flattened his hands on each side of you on the counter, leaning down so you had better access to his face. You lifted the razor and pulled a short little stroke down his cheek and there, hidden under that layer of scruff, was your baby, glimpsing out. “Mmmm, my smooth-faced boyfriend is starting to peak out.”
“Yeah?” Mat laughed again, his body vibrating in joy.
"Stop laughing, Mat! I don't wanna cut your pretty face…" You rinsed the razor off in the sink and went in again, cupping his face steady with one hand.
Mat fell silent and watched in quiet appreciation as you continued to follow the contours of his face gently, delicately, making sure not to nick him anywhere. You were dead silent with concentration as you curved his razor over his jaw to get the hairs that traveled down his neck. And with every little, gentle stroke, you saw more and more of your pretty boy underneath. And with more and more of his smooth skin showing up, you were getting happier and happier.
It was strangely intimate to shave him. Being let into such a usually personal thing like this. It was such a simple act of care, of closeness, of domesticity, letting him know you would help, and the fact that he trusted that you wouldn't accidentally cut him was making your heart soft. It was silent and tender in the bathroom as you focused on getting it perfect for him.
Finally, you felt it was all done, and you smiled up at the man in front of you. God, he was so pretty. Mat bent his face down to wash the remaining foam off in the sink, then, he looked in the mirror, running his hand along his face and admiring your work. "Not bad, babe."
You couldn't contain your happiness anymore, and leaned into him. "Look at you, Mat!" You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, pressing your lips against his smooth cheeks over and over. He smiled at the smooches, and you marveled at the fact that you could still make him so incredibly happy. "My pretty baby boy is back!"
"Baby boy?" Mat smiled tenderly at your pet name, and though his words were teasing in tone, you could tell he honestly loved it.
"Yeah, you're all pretty and baby faced. I love it so much."
"I can tell." Mat laughed as you continued to pepper kisses down his neck, and broke away from you for only a second to pat some cool-smelling aftershave to his cheeks. Then, he picked you up into his arms and carried you the short distance back to bed, peppering you with kisses all the way. He climbed in beside you, facing you and curling his arms around you, and pulled the covers up, curving his body into yours like before, though this time you didn't need to dry his tears. You just needed to be there. Mat hummed and pressed his face against yours, so close you could smell the crisp, clean scent of his aftershave. You kissed him over and over and over, and Mat swore he hadn't gotten this many kissed in the entirety of the playoffs. So now, he told himself, he'd cherish them.
"I could kiss you forever, now that your face is smooth again. You have such kissable cheeks."
"Please do. We can lay here all night and kiss." A gentle drizzle had picked up outside, and as the two of you lay in bed, cuddled up under the covers and kissing each other like you hadn’t seen each other in years, Mat knew there was nowhere in the entire world he'd rather be. He may not be getting the cup this year, but he had you. And that, in his head, was perfectly fine. He would choose you and your kisses over any trophy, forever and always. And that thought made him choke up, the thought that you were everything he needed, and that if he had you, he was happy. Content. He smiled away the happy tears though, and instead whispered to you again. "You really hated that beard, didn't you?" and peppered kisses to your cheeks. You smiled at the feeling of his smooth face pressed against yours, and he smiled back. He understood why you loved his face bare, now. Skin on skin, warm and soft and tender against each other.
"I mean, I liked the beard. It was hot. But this?" You ran your fingers up his cool, smooth cheeks, cupping his face between your hands and cherishing him, leaning in to press another big smooch against his lips, smiling again at the absence of hair on his upper lip. “This? I love it.”
kent and late night drives> I feel like it’d be a vibe
a/n - sorry this is late, i kinda hate the ending but i hope you enjoy !!
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“c’mon kent, we should head back.” you murmur, no real urgency in your voice. “ ‘s late and you have a game tomorrow.” you continue. “ i’ll be fine love, i know you like these drives.” he whispers out, squeezing your hand, bringing it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss against the backside of your fingers.
“okay, just a little bit longer though.”
he nods silently, eyes focused on the road ahead of him. late night drives quickly became somewhat of a tradition for the two of you, it was something that normally only occurred when one of you were unable to sleep or needed to unplug for a while and you both enjoyed it too much to stop. you smile thinking back to the first night you went on a longer drive with the boy beside you.
“thank you babe.” you mutter. “what for?” he asks, glancing your way. “these drives,” you shrug “everything really.”
Summary: Going to the Hughes' lakehouse with your boyfriend Trevor
Pairing: Reader/Trevor, and Reader & Hughes brothers
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yourusername: Little slice of paradise 😌
Tagged @/trevorzegras
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jackhughes: must you do this at our lake house
⇢ trevorzegras: Jealous?
⇢ jackhughes: of everyone who doesn’t have to witness this, yeah
lhughes_06: Wow what a nice picture I wonder who took it
⇢ yourusername: Photo credit to Lukey!!!
⇢ lhughes_06: Too late I’m offended
⇢ yourusername: Sorry, Trevor distracted me while I was posting this
⇢ lhughes_06: Please do not elaborate
⇢ trevorzegras: well—
_quinnhughes: Is that my hat
⇢ trevorzegras: … no?
⇢ _quinnhughes: Thief!
⇢ trevorzegras: I couldn’t find mine! What do you want me to do?
⇢ _quinnhughes: Not steal my hat???
⇢ yourusername: Sorry Q but it looks cuter on Z
⇢ _quinnhughes: I will kick both of you out
⇢ yourusername: Jack loves us too much to let you do that right @/jackhughes?
⇢ jackhughes: please don’t drag me in the middle of this
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request: owen power, nb!reader, him seeing you wear the buffalo jersey for the first time <3
not my gif ; full credit to owner.
a/n - i hope you enjoy this !!
“y/n? where did you get that?” owen asks trying to contain the smile on his face when he sees you standing in front of him with your newest jersey of his. “i have my ways.” you tease him.
“well, what do you think?”
“you look great babe, you know i love seeing you in my jerseys. especially this one.” he says, walking closer to you, placing his hands on your sides and pulling you closer. “thank you for being here.” he presses a kiss to your cheek before continuing. “i’m so happy that you could make it.”
hi bb<3 maybe a blurb with bee where he helps his s/o move into college in philly ? just a bunch of shenanigans and love ? ily <3
gif not mine ; full credit to owner
a/n— i hate this but i hope you enjoy it! + i didn’t know how to end it either:/. | word count — 261 | warnings— not proofread
“are you ready baby?” joel asks a grin gracing his lips, squeezing your hand and glancing your way before moving his eyes back to the road in front of him. “we’re almost there y’know?” he adjusts himself in his seat. when you’d gotten the acceptance letter to the university of pennsylvania joel was the first one you told, just after your parents. he’d offered to drive you and help unpack as soon as you told him.
“i know,” you nod “i’m nervous, but i’m excited. happy that i get to be closer to you now.” you say, lifting his hand from your lap to press a kiss to it causing his smile to widen. “me too baby. now lets go get you settled in hm?” you’d been so caught up in the conversation with him you hadn’t realized he parked the car in front of the college.
“hey babe, where did you want this?” joel asks walking back into your room, holding the last of your things. looking up from the box you were unpacking you point at the empty space beside your desk. “theres fine j.”
he sits the box down and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around you gently. placing his head in the crook of your neck he begins littering soft kisses along your skin. turning to face him you cup his face in your hands. “you better come visit me. we’ve spent too much apart” you whisper. “i’ll be here as much as i can baby.” he promised with a soft kiss to your cheek.
an: GUESS WHOS BACK WITH AN OLLIE FIC!!!!!! there's a serious lack of ollie fics on here!!! I really love this boy ugh!!! Huge huge thank you to 🎡 anon for sending me such an amazing hc and being the only person to respond to my ollie ask night a long long time ago (this was a draft from a long time ago i never posted i'm so so so sorry)
sunmary: you've been seeing Oliver casually for about a month, and it's time for your first big date with Oliver, and you couldn't be more nervous about it. One, you're scared that you're falling too fast- considering you haven't even held hands yet- and worried that he doesn't want to be in a serious relationship yet. And two, you absolutely hate amusement parks, and guess where he’s taking you...
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You'd never dated someone who made you quite as giddy as Oliver does.
In only the short month you'd been hanging out and dating casually, he was already able to bring a genuine smile to your face, just at the thought of his precious, dimpled grin and the way he would laugh through his words at a joke you made. And though you were both still young, you couldn't help but think that whatever this relationship you had with him was, it could turn into something more. Still, there wasn't really a label on the two of you. You’d gone on a few dates since you first met a few weeks ago, but you still didn't know if you were just dating casually or if there was something more there. Of course, you know what you wanted- to be his girlfriend officially- but you weren't sure how Oliver felt about it all after only a month. Was he just looking for fun, or was he looking for a serious, exclusive girlfriend? God, you hoped he was as serious as you about this.
You'd been on a few short little coffee and brunch dates, and you'd texted and called each other frequently between his games, but today was going to be your first big date together. The first day you’d spend hours and hours on end with each other.
And you couldn't be more excited.
You had gotten an Uber- which Oliver had sent you money for, courteous as always- out to Coney Island, where he promised to meet you for your date- a day spent hanging out at the amusement parks and walking along the boardwalk. You were excited to spend the day with him, but you couldn’t shake your fears. Not only a fear that maybe you were more serious than he was about this relationship- if you could even call it that. Not only that but something more trivial.
You’d been too embarrassed to admit to him when he first proposed this date and too whipped to say “no” to any time with him, but you knew your fear of rollercoasters and the childish shame that accompanied it, would haunt you all day.
But still, you were here.
“(Y/N)! Hi!”
You had been in the middle of texting him that you were here when his voice broke out from the sound of the park around you. You looked up to see his smiling face, dimples, cute grin and all, a few feet to your right, where he’d been waiting. You smiled back at him and opened your arms for a hug. “Hey, Ollie!”
“Are you excited for today or what?” He was practically bouncing on his feet when he wrapped his long arms around you, squeezing you against him. His body was warm and big and you found it so comforting to be all wrapped up in his arms.
“I’m excited!” That was the truth, but you weren’t sure how long you would survive on this date without having to explain why you didn’t want to go on any of the big rides with.
“Where do you wanna start? There’s this big rollercoaster I saw on the way here that looks super fun!”
“Ah,” And so it begins, a long day of trying to hesitate and put off the rides that he so obviously wanted to go on. “How about we start with some smaller things first and move up to the big stuff?”
“Oh, yeah, sure! Sorry, guess I gotta chill a little. How about we find, like, bumper cars? And play some games?”
You smiled, glad that your plan was gonna work for at least a little bit. “That sounds perfect, Ollie.”
All you wanted to do as you walked beside Oliver through the park was to reach out and finally hold his hand. You hadn’t done that with him before, as all of your dates had been brief coffee dates and over-the-phone dates while he was away, and the longer you went without it, the more you were worried that maybe he wasn’t in this relationship as deep as you were.
“I don't know if you've noticed, but I’m, like, really excited to be here with you.” He laughed a little, almost shyly, as the two of you recovered from a laughing fit after your game of bumper cars. A few hours had passed by now, and you had spent time competing against each other in different carnival games and going on the small rides. “Really, really excited. It’s fun to do something other than coffee for once, don’t you think?”
“Totally. I’m having so much fun.”
He held eyes with you for a moment, longer than a moment, a few beautiful seconds, warming your insides and making you flustered. Then, you saw his gaze rise up to the tall roller coaster perch above you, and you could already hear the passengers screaming as they zoomed by. Your heart dropped.
“You think it’s about time we get up there?”
“Oh, um…”
"C'mon, it'll be so fun!"
"No…" You could see there was no point trying to hold him back any longer. "I'm just… you can go ahead, I'll stay down here."
“(Y/N)," Oliver's voice went soft and pleading. You could tell he really didn't wanna leave you here. "C’mon, seriously, we’re on this date together, I’m not just gonna leave you standing here while I go on the rides. We can't really wait any longer or it'll get dark.”
“I know, I’m sorry…” still, you hesitated in your spot, lamenting over the fact that you were too much of a baby to join him, until Oliver noticed something was definitely off.
“Hey, what’s wrong? If you don’t want to go on this ride, we can find another. We can leave the park altogether if you’re not vibing with it today.”
“No, I just…” You were so embarrassed to admit this, looking down at your shoes and fiddling with the hem of your shirt. “I’m just scared, okay? I’m not good with rollercoasters. I’m sure it’s fun but like… I’m so scared to go on.”
“Oh.” This is where you were expecting him to laugh or downplay your nerves, or at least tease you about it. Instead, he bumped his shoulder against yours in condolences. “Hey, that’s fine. You can’t control what you’re scared of. We don’t have to go on, seriously, I won’t be upset. We can just get some food, play some more games.” You smiled at him, leaning your head against his arm. Almost every part of you wanted to do just that. But a tiny, tiny part was begging you to just try. To just throw your caution to the wind and just ignore all your nerves and try it. For Ollie. No matter how scared you were of the rides, you had him, and he made you wanna have fun, try things you were scared of.
“Hey, Ollie?”
He smiled a little, hearing his nickname fall from your lips. “Yeah?”
“What if… you help me get over my fear?”
His smile widened, but he quickly pushed it down with a cautious glance and didn’t immediately jump at your offer. “Are you sure? We don’t have to, I’m fine with doing something else.”
“I promise, I want to. If you’re there with me, I think I’ll be fine. I feel safe with you here.” He took a few moments to gauge your emotions and figure out if you were serious or not, so you nodded at him. “Just… promise not to make fun of me if I freak out.” Finally, he put an arm over your shoulders and squeezed you against his body, grinning fully, dimples and all.
“I promise.”
He was giddy and smiley all the way through the line to the rollercoaster, standing close to you with his arm over your shoulder while your stomach was doing flips, not only at the thought of the ride you were about to go on but just at the feeling of being so close to Oliver. You figured it was his way of providing some comfort to you, now that he knew you were so nervous, and you… you could get used to this. In the few weeks you’d been dating, you’d never been this close, aside from quick hugs. Now, everything was hitting you at once- how he was so much taller than you, so much bigger, and how the warmth of his body seeped into you as he held you close to his side.
It wasn’t really until you were being strapped into your seat on the ride that it really hit you what was about to happen. Ollie had been asking over and over and over if you were sure you wanted to do this. You were sure. You wanted to just get over your fear and do it for him, and something about him made you feel so confident. What better time than now? The ride workers were walking up and down the rows of seats and making sure everyone was strapped in properly, and your anxiety and dread started to build. What if I’m not strapped in properly and I go flying off the ride? What if I can’t handle it and vomit all over Ollie? What if something malfunctions and we get stuck at the top? What if the roller coaster completely flies off the tracks? Then, you were jolted to a start and began climbing to the top,
“Oh fuck, fuck fuck fuck…”
Oliver noticed your change in demeanor immediately and rushed to calm you. “Hey, look at me.” You glanced over to where he sat at your right, and he gave you a quick smile. “I’m right here. Nothing bad is gonna happen. It’ll be so much fun, okay?”
You just pushed out a strained laugh in response. You were trying your best not to freak out, you really were for him, but holy shit.
“(Y/N), you’ll be okay.” Noticing that you were still freaking out a little, Oliver quickly reached an arm out and grabbed your hand, which had been previously grasping at your seat for dear life, and encased it in his. Enchanted by the way his hand felt in yours, so warm and comforting and like an anchor of safety, you almost missed how he gave a comforting, tight squeeze. “Squeeze it as much as you need. I promise it’ll be great.” And just with that, you could feel your anxiety starting to melt away.
You finally smiled back at him, a rush of confidence filling you.
“Okay.”
You squeezed his hand tight in your as you finally crested over the top of the mountain. He squeezed back, and down you flew. Smiling.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Oliver was gleaming once you stepped off the ride’s platform and back onto solid ground.
It really wasn’t that bad. Though you had started out on the verge of panicking, you had finished the ride with a smile. Something about the thrill of the ride had your adrenaline rushing. You had feared roller coasters for years, but it really, really wasn’t that bad. Had you been missing out on so much thrill?
“It was actually really fun! I got this crazy adrenaline rush right now, Ollie!”
“I knew you’d love it.” He smiled at you. “I’m so happy you were willing to try it for me. He reached out to grab your hand again and hold it in his, and suddenly you were filled with butterflies. His hand was so big, so warm, so gentle on yours, and the way his thumb traced across your knuckles was making your head spin. It feels so nice to hold his hand. I like him so, so, so much. I hope he feels the same way.
“I think a lot of my confidence came from this.” You lifted your hand to direct his attention to it, to point out the bold gesture he had taken tonight.
“Yeah?” His cheeks turned a light shade of pink and his eyes darted away momentarily. He gave a bashful little half-smile when he glanced back at you. “It just seemed like the right time. We have gone on a few dates now, anyway. Figured I would step it up a notch. I hope it wasn’t too much.”
“It wasn’t.” You smiled back at him, squeezing his hand lightly. “I really, really like it.” And I hope you like me a lot too. I hope this means we can put a label on this. I hope we can actually be in a relationship now. I hope you like me as much as I like you. “I liked it a lot.”
In response, Oliver removed his hand from cupping yours momentarily, and instead quickly tangled his fingers through yours, squeezing back playfully.
“I’m glad.”
The rest of the night went much too fast- though with your hand tangled through Oliver’s, so you couldn’t complain- and soon you found yourself sitting pressed up against your lovely date on the ferris wheel, with the giant stuffed animal he bought you sitting right next to you, your head on his shoulder as you watched the scene around you as you licked cotton candy from your fingers. On one side, the city where Oliver played and you worked, lit up as gorgeous as it was every night, and on the other side, the ocean, looking serene and peaceful, the moon casting its soft glow across the water. You were so caught up in the view- your ferris wheel seat now stopped at the very peak of the ride- that you almost didn’t hear Oliver call your name gently.
“(Y/N)?”
You glanced over to where he was, taking a moment to admire his cute dimples, the smile on his face, the way his eyes were sparkling.
“Do you like the cotton candy?” You nodded enthusiastically as more melted in your mouth, and you pulled a piece off to put against his lips. He hummed and smiled against your fingers before he continued. “I had a really good time tonight.”
“So did I, Ollie.”
The silence settled in the air for a bit before his next words. “I’m so glad we met. I’m so glad we decided to go on that first coffee date.”
Your heart pounded in your chest. “I am too.”
Oliver reached up to scratch the back of his neck and, even in this lighting, it was obvious his face was tinted pink. “It made me so happy that you decided to try out the roller coaster, just because you felt safe with me there. That was… that made me feel so good.” He stumbled over his words for a second, before taking a deeper breath and entangling your hand in his again. “(Y/N), I… I really, really like you. Like… I want it to be us, you know? I mean, ever since we’ve been seeing each other, I haven’t been seeing anyone else, so in my head, we’re already official but I don’t know if you want that yet or if I'm just going too fast so-”
Butterflies erupted.
Oliver was rambling about how much he wanted to be official with you. He was worried you didn’t want to make it official. He cared just as much as you did.
“Oliver.”
He stopped his rambling mid-sentence and just looked at you, his face still red.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that all day. I was so scared you weren’t serious about this.” You felt Oliver hug you back, his arms long and big around you, holding you close to him. “I haven’t seen anyone else either. I want it to be just us, too.”
Then, his giddy smile was back as he pulled out of the hug. “Oh thank god.” You giggled, your heart pounding. This was really, really happening right now. “So, (Y/N)... would you maybe… be my girlfriend? Officially?”
“I just told you I’ve been waiting all day to hear you say you’re serious about this. Do you think I’d say no?”
He laughed, dimples popping out brightly. “So… can I kiss you?”
“Please do.”
He lifted a hand and cupped it against your cheek, fingers sticky from the sugary treat you’d been sharing. He smiled at you one more time- more excited than he’d been for even the roller coaster- before finally tilting your face towards him and leaning in. His lips met your own, moving gently and soft against you, and the taste of cotton candy exploded between your mouths, as sweet as your declaration of care and affection for each other. He laughed as he finally pulled back for a breath, and you couldn’t wait for all the laughs you'd get to hear in the coming months. You couldn’t wait for the start of your new relationship. The dates, the hugs, the giggles, the growing up, the cotton candy kisses.
