Ok what about reader is either on the US women’s team and being interviewed after all the bs and gets asked about how she feels about it and just says “all I want to say is listen to man child by Sabrina Carpenter” cause that’s what I’ve been listening too. Especially “I choose to blame your mom” cause I’ve heard Ellen Hughes just said “boys will be boys” and just reader being really messy🤭 like posting “the man-Taylor Swift” or “Norman fucking Rockwell-Lana del ray” on TikTok or instagram🙏 and not giving two fucks about how they’ll respond🤣 love youuuuu
hope this is what you wanted, thank you for all the love 🤍🤍🤍
MAN CHILD
You don’t expect the question.
You’ve just come off the ice. Gold medal around your neck. Mascara smudged from sweat and tears and the weight of a tournament that felt like war.
The U.S. women just won gold.
Again.
The reporter smiles too sweetly.
“So… after the comments circulating online about the men’s team joking that they’d ‘have to invite’ you to the White House celebration how does that make you feel?”
The cameras zoom in.
You don’t blink.
You’ve seen the clips. The laughter. The shrugging. The “it’s not that deep.”
You adjust the mic.
And instead of giving them outrage.
Instead of giving them grace.
You say, completely deadpan:
“Honestly? All I want to say is stream Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter.”
The reporter blinks.
“I’m sorry?”
You shrug.
“Specifically the line ‘I choose to blame your mom.’ That’s been on repeat for me.”
Somewhere across America, every group chat explodes.
Because earlier that week, Ellen Hughes had been asked about her sons’ comments and laughed it off with a gentle, diplomatic:
“Boys will be boys.”
And you had nearly thrown your phone across the room.
Back in the interview, you smile tight, sharp.
“I think sometimes when people are used to being centered, they don’t notice when they push others to the edge. But that’s okay. We won anyway.”
Twitter combusts.
ESPN cuts to commercial early.
Your teammates are biting their cheeks behind you trying not to grin.
You don’t stop there.
Oh no.
You go home, shower, sit cross-legged on your bed medal still on your nightstand and open TikTok.
First post?
Black screen. White text.
“the man” — tagged with Taylor Swift’s version.
Caption:
“Imagine if I was a man.”
The comments? A war zone.
You don’t reply.
Second post?
You lip-syncing aggressively to Norman Fucking Rockwell! by Lana Del Rey, specifically the “Goddamn, man-child” line.
Caption:
“Some things just write themselves.”
The likes skyrocket.
Sports media calls it “subtle shade.”
It is not subtle.
The men’s team releases a bland PR statement about “respect for all athletes.”
You stitch it.
Add the audio from Manchild.
Specifically the chorus.
No caption.
Just a shrug emoji.
By morning, you’re trending.
Half the internet is calling you iconic.
The other half is calling you dramatic.
You post once more to Instagram:
A photo of your team on the podium. Gold medals. Flags behind you. Tears on cheeks.
Caption:
“We don’t need invitations. We earned our seat.”
No tags.
No explanations.
Just that.
When a reporter asks a follow-up the next day “Do you regret how you handled it?”
You smile again.
Calm. Unbothered.
“No,” you say. “If people are uncomfortable, maybe they should ask themselves why.”
Somewhere, a certain trio of brothers watches the clip in silence.
Summary/Request: Can you please do number ten of the music prompts with Brock Boeser? it’s a beautiful night, we’re looking for something dumb to do / hey baby, i think i wanna marry you” (marry you, glee version or bruno mars)
Warning: fluff
Author’s Note: Here is another music prompt request! These are so fun to do and they’re relatively easy so, obviously, I like that. So, if y’all have any requests for more music prompts, send ‘em my way! I hope you enjoy this fluffy little Brock Boeser imagine. Stay Golden, Loves <3!
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Brock’s P.O.V
You couldn’t say you were a huge fan of weddings. Dancing and drinking aside, it was a lot of overly sentimental people gushing about the bride and letting the groom mindlessly wander around but this wasn’t about you. It was about your girlfriend, who’s best friend was getting married to her high school sweetheart
“Don’t be bitter” you joked
“Don’t be an ass” she joked back and you gasped sarcastically
“I would never”
“Brock, I’m serious. I know you hate weddings but this day is important to Shelley,” she pleaded, “so it’s important to me, got it?”
“Got it” you said, pressing a kiss to her forehead before leading her out to the car. She cried during the ceremony, like you knew she would, and you kept your arm around her so she would know that at least you were trying. You had to drive about an hour and a half to get to the reception, talking (Y/N) into stopping for something to eat because “wedding food sucks! you have to admit that”
“Fine, yes. But we have to be quick okay?” you smiled, pulling into the parking lot of an A&W, “really?” she chuckled
“It’s the first thing I saw and they’re fast” she scoffed at your response but followed you inside. You got your order and found a booth so you could huddle together in, like you always did, before you tried to steal her fries
“HEY!” she laughed, “you have your own fries”
“I like yours better” you teased
“Pssht, yeah right,” she scoffed, “fry thief.” The two of you had been dating for about two years but you both agreed that work was a priority, even when yours and her friends were all getting engaged or having kids. You could see that she was thinking about it. You caught her on more than one occasion looking up wedding dresses and available venues. She even went so far as to buy Bridal magazines in line at the grocery store. You just weren’t there yet.
“So.. do you know what their first dance song is?” you asked
“Yes,” she smiled, “it’s that Shania Twain song, You’re Still the One”
“Oh that’s so cheesy!” you groaned
“I KNOW!” she replied, leaning into your chest, “but it’s Shell’s favourite song. She always wanted it to be her first dance song and when she met Craig--”
“Craig and Shelley..” he interrupted with a scoff, “what suburban names”
“‘Cause Brock is so edgy...” she chirped, “anyway, when she met Craig she had this plan to see if they’d last. They’d go on their date and she’d find some way to play the song for him and, depending on his reaction, it would mean something to her about the state of their relationship”
“That sounds crazy...”
“It worked!” she said, sitting back up, “they fell in love, they have their first dance to their song, her favourite song, it’s perfect”
“For them...” you corrected and she rolled her eyes
“Yes, Brock,” she smirked, “for them”
“We should probably head out...”
“Okay” she smiled, leaning up for you to kiss her before hopping out of the booth. You made your way to the reception, (Y/N) flipping through the available radio stations while you tried to find the right road
“Babe,” you said, “I think we’re lost”
“Very funny, B” she scoffed
“I’m serious, (Y/N),” you admitted, “I must have taken a wrong turn or something...”
“What?” she exclaimed, “well what do we do?”
“Hold on,” you replied, “I’m sure we can get there”
“You’re just doing this so we don’t have to go to the reception” she chuckled
“Not true,” you added with a laugh, “I was distracted by your inability to pick a song”
“Smart ass”
“You know it!” she laughed as you turned around, making your way back onto the main road. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where you were going, a fact that you made sure to gloat about to your girlfriend, pulling up in front of the hall and helping her out of the car, winking at her as she wrapped her arm around yours, “what do you want your first dance to be?”
“It depends who it’s with, I guess...” she said, pushing you teasingly, her face lighting up when she saw the room. “Wow,” she chuckled, “I didn’t expect.. all of this”
“Really?” you scoffed, “I did”
“You did not!” she hit your shoulder, directing you to the table to find your seating arrangements, “you didn’t even think about what this would look like”
“Tell me something,” you said, ignoring her point, “if Shelley is so important to you and you’re so important to her, why aren’t you in the bridal party?” she gasped at your question, taking her arm away from you
“Wow,” she said, “low blow, Boeser, low blow” you shook your head as the two of you sat down in your seats. You took her hand and brought it to your lips, watching as she smirked at you
“I didn’t mean anything by it babe” you whispered
“I know” she said before kissing your cheek
“I’m gonna ask again...” you teased, “what do you want your first dance song to be?”
“I don’t know, it depends on what kind of dance it is...” she said, “and that depends on the person”
“So if you were marrying me...?”
“Oh we’d definitely need a dance routine,” she laughed, “maybe something cheesy like Can’t Stop This Feeling or something fun like How Sweet It Is”
“You don’t think I’m serious enough for like... Sarah McLachlan?”
“If that’s what you wanted... or what suited us, then yeah,” she smiled, “I didn’t really see you as that guy but hey, maybe I’m wrong”
“No you’re not wrong,” you admitted, “I just wanted you to say that I could be Mr. Sensitive”
“You wanna be Mr. Sensitive?” she smirked, placing her fingers under your chin and bringing your lips closer to yours
“Not all of me” you joked and she pushed you away
“Behave.”
xx
Once Shelley and Craig entered the hall and everyone had their food, people began to strike up lovely conversations until the first dance was announced; you paid close attention to Brock’s reaction, smacking him when he pretended to fall asleep. He managed to stay positive for the rest of the night though you suspected the alcohol had more to do with that than his attitude but when the party seemed to die down early, he got grumpy
“Hey!” you yelled in a whisper, “be nice! It’s a wedding not a... club”
“Club?” He laughed and you rolled your eyes in return
“People are allowed to hang out when they’re tired, they don’t have to be drunk and dancing throughout the whole night...”
“These people are old...” he whined, “let’s just get out of here, go somewhere. Just the two of us”
“Brock, it’s a wedding. My best friends wedding”
“Yeah, a best friend who wouldn’t even make you a bridesmaid. Some best friend” he scoffed before finishing off his beer
“You know what?” you smiled to yourself, not believing the words that were about to leave your mouth, “you’re right!”
“Wait... I am?” he said, confused
“Yeah! We’re young, we’re alive... let’s act like it!” You took his hand and rushed toward the door, “I don’t even think they’re here anymore”
“I don’t either!” He laughed, running in front of you so you could jump on his back. He took you, first, to grab a drink at a bar down the street, “chug it, baby,” he laughed, “we have a lot to do!”
“I can’t chug bourbon”
“Then you shouldn’t have ordered it!” When you finished your drink, he paid and turned around so you would jump onto his back once more.
“Off we go!” You laughed, pointing your finger to the door to direct him outside as he laughed in return. The two of you wandered all over the city, stopping in bars when either of you wanted a drink or a shot, laughing at each other’s terrible jokes, and almost buying out a convenience store when you wanted candy. It felt like the easiest thing in the world, to be with him, like this, but there was a part of you that was nervous about what your future looked like
“Do you not believe in marriage?” You blurted out, making your boyfriend chuckle
“What?”
“I just— I wanna know if you hate weddings because you don’t like the extravagance of them or if it’s because you.. don’t believe in marriage”
“Ugh,” he groaned, “I don’t know. I mean you look at married couples and like what? Half of them get divorced, a percentage that stay together only stay together because they have kids. Plus, they’ve spent all their money on one night before they’re marriage even starts so they’re struggling to get back to how they were before all of that”
“But money isn’t everything...” you tried
“No but it puts its strain on relationships and I just don’t get why people get so focused on the importance of a piece of paper”
“Why are you so cynical?” you laughed, linking your arm with his
“I’m not cynical...” he corrected, “I just wanna be... with someone who loves me with no strings attached. With no fear of something changing that”
“Why would the love change when you get married?” You scoffed, “I would think it would make the love stronger”
“But wouldn’t there be resentment too?”
“I don’t think so...”
“Look, let’s just enjoy this beautiful night, forget about marriage and everything for a bit okay?”
“Fine,” you scoffed, “come sit with me.” You sat on a small bench and looked up at the stars, holding onto Brock’s hand while your head fell gently on his shoulder. He had made his feelings on marriage clear and the love you had for him felt like it could last but it also felt like a ticking time bomb, “I love you” you said quietly, still looking up at the stars, the wind blowing across the street, sweeping the length of your dress up with it
“I love you, too” he whispered. You could feel him looking at you so you shifted so he couldn’t see you smiling to yourself, “do you wanna marry me?” He asked and you scoffed
“What?”
“Come on...” he moved, turning his body to face you, “I love you, you love me, let’s go do something dumb!”
“Something dumb? Getting married is dumb?”
“I didn’t mean it like that” he sighed
“So why would you say it?”
“Do you wanna marry me?” He asked again and you looked at his eyes, a glimmer of light dancing across his blue irises and you smiled at the question; earning a smile from him as he squeezed your hands
“No” you replied softly, placing your hand on his cheek before kissing his lips
“What?” He whispered back
“I love you, Brock,” you answered, “but I want you to want to marry me. Because you can’t imagine life without me. Not because you’re bored and the sky is beautiful and the wind is blowing my perfume in your direction” you smirked, laying your head back on his shoulder. “But I’m glad you asked”
“You are?”
“Yeah,” you laughed, “‘cause now I know you wanna marry me”
“I could’ve just asked because I was bored”
“No.. you wanna marry me” you teased happily before turning your gaze to a shooting star and he kissed the top of your head.
“Don’t let it go to your head” he smirked
“You loooove me” you laughed
“I do love you”
“And you wanna marry me”
“Let’s just.. not talk” he stuttered, pulling you close to him
You and Mat had been friends since you were kids and together since you were fifteen.
You are each other’s other halves and you both knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your lives with one another. Neither of you could imagine living without the other.
That being said, you thought that the two of you wouldn’t get married until you were older, like late twenties or something.
That was not the case.
Mat, with help from Tito, filled the walls of your shared apartment’s living room with photos of the two of you. He lit candles and had rose petals on the floor and he played Sleeping At Last’s Dear True Love.
When you came home and found the whole set up, you were surprised to say the least and Mat… Mat had a speech prepared for you, but then he saw you and just forgot the whole thing, so he just told you how much he loved you and how he didn’t want to live without you, so “marry me?”
And you, of course, said yes.
He took you ring shopping afterwards because he didn’t want to buy something you’d hate. He wanted you to have a ring that you loved.
You guys had a small wedding at home in Vancouver in the off season and it was lovely.
Mat is a good husband.
You guys somehow manage to act like you’re an old married couple while also acting like you guys are children.
Lots of PDA.
You guys probably drive the team crazy with the PDA since the two of you are still in the honeymoon stage a year later, but neither of you care.
He introduces you as “my wife” and calls you “wifey” all the time.
You call him “hubby” a lot, too.
You guys bicker like an old married couple, my god. Mat’s teammates either find your arguments hilarious, or they’re terrified and they want to duck and cover.
He got you a jersey that said “Mrs Barzal” on the back that you wear to all of his home games.
Mat gets asked “since you’re married, any plans for kids any time soon?” and he just laughs nervously because he is so not ready for kids, though he does want them in the future with you.
You guys also face a lot of “they’re just young and stupid, they’ll get a divorce in a few years” a lot and both of you happily prove them wrong.
Hey guys! I know I have not been active on this blog for like ten years, but school is starting to slow down soooo I’m hype to get this account back up . Anyways, lmk what I should post.
I have a bunch of pics I found that obvi aren’t mine and I obvi will give credit
And I have a lot of ideas for writing that’s obvi my own work ahah
Annnddddd I hope you all have a great week bc we honestly deserve it.
Can u please do something how Jack Hughes proposes to his long term girlfriend at the Olympics
gold looks good on you
jack hughes x reader
warning: bit chaotic but mostly fluff
the arena is still roaring.
it’s the kind of noise that doesn’t feel real like the whole world is vibrating. flags everywhere. cameras flashing. teammates shouting over each other as they pile onto the ice.
and right in the middle of it all is Jack Hughes.
number 86. helmet off. hair damp with sweat and melted ice. a gold medal hanging around his neck that keeps catching the arena lights.
olympic gold.
you’re standing at the edge of the rink with the other families, hands shaking around the railing.
not because you didn’t believe he could do it.
you’ve believed in jack hughes since you were twelve years old and he was skating circles around every kid at the local rink.
but seeing it happen is different.
someone beside you nudges your arm.
“he’s looking for you.”
and he is.
through the crowd of players and staff and cameras, jack’s eyes land on you immediately.
they always do.
his whole face softens when he spots you, like the win didn’t fully land until he saw you there.
he skates over, breathless and smiling.
“did you see that?” he laughs.
you wipe under your eye quickly.
“no actually. missed the whole thing.”
he grins, the same boyish grin he’s had since you were kids.
“damn. guess i’ll have to win another one.”
a gate opens and families start stepping onto the ice.
jack skates back toward you again slower this time.
and you notice it instantly.
he’s nervous.
“you okay?” you ask when he stops in front of you.
he nods, rubbing the back of his neck.
“yeah. yeah, i just… hold on.”
some of his teammates are starting to gather behind him, whispering and nudging each other.
you frown slightly.
“jack”
he suddenly takes the microphone someone hands him.
the arena quiets a little when people realise something’s happening.
jack glances at the crowd, then back at you.
his voice is a little shaky at first.
“uh… hi.”
a few laughs ripple through the stands.
“this probably wasn’t part of the broadcast plan,” he says, glancing up toward the cameras, “but i figured… if i was ever gonna do something terrifying in front of millions of people, tonight seemed like a good night.”
more laughter.
you’re already suspicious now.
jack looks at you again, and his voice softens.
“i’ve been dreaming about playing in the olympics my whole life. i mean that literally — i used to talk about it so much when we were kids that she would tell me to shut up about it.”
you laugh through your tears.
“i did not—”
“you absolutely did,” he grins. “you said if you had to hear the phrase ‘team usa’ one more time you were gonna lose it.”
the crowd laughs again.
he shifts the gold medal in his hands.
“but the thing is… she was there before any of this.”
his gaze doesn’t leave yours.
“before the draft. before the nhl. before any of the noise. she was there when i was just a kid at the rink who thought the olympics were the coolest thing in the world.”
your chest tightens.
“she’s the reason i kept believing i could actually get here. every bad game, every injury, every moment where i thought maybe i wasn’t good enough… she was the one telling me i was.”
the arena has gone quiet now.
jack laughs softly.
“she also told me when i was being an idiot. which happened a lot.”
“still does!” someone yells from behind him.
jack points back without looking.
“not helpful.”
then he looks back at you.
completely serious now.
“i got to live one of my biggest dreams tonight.”
he touches the medal.
“but the best thing that’s ever happened to me isn’t hockey.”
your breath catches.
jack takes a step closer.
“it’s you.”
the crowd makes a collective awww sound.
“you’ve been my best friend since we were kids, my girlfriend since we were sixteen, and the only person who’s ever made this whole crazy life make sense.”
then he laughs softly.
“and i figured… if i’m already having the best night of my life, i might as well try to make it the best night of yours too.”
he drops to one knee.
the arena erupts instantly.
cheering, yelling, sticks banging against the ice.
jack opens the ring box, looking up at you with the most nervous smile you’ve ever seen.
“so,” he says, voice a little breathless now.
“will you marry me?”
you don’t even hesitate.
“yes.”
he laughs, relief flooding his face as he stands and pulls you into a hug.
the crowd cheers louder.
his teammates are losing their minds behind him.
jack slides the ring onto your finger, then presses his forehead against yours.
Summary/Request: "Surprise, I’m pregnant!" With Morgan Rielly
Warning: fluff
Author’s Note: so I decided to do this bullet-point style because today was quite busy but I hope it’s still kind of what you were looking for anon 😊 It’s short, sweet and fluffy just like I assume Mo is in a relationship. This is my last request for a bit, I’m sure I’ll make a big post about when I’m taking requests again but, until then, if you see me posting a bunch of fics and stuff, it’s just all stuff that I’ve been trying to work on for a while but haven’t had a chance to get back to. Thanks loves and I hope you enjoy! Stay Golden, <3!
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Mo gives me soft supportive boyfriend vibes
I mean look at that smile
So obviously the sex was soft and sweet and he always made sure you finished
You weren’t nervous to tell him you were pregnant
You were nervous to be pregnant
But not to tell him
You knew he’d be excited, even though the two of you were too young to have a baby
He came home from practice one day and noticed you biting your nails on the couch
“What’s wrong?” he asked
“We always use a condom right?” you replied, standing up and turning to face him
“Of course”
You stayed silent for a second, hoping he’d get it but he just shook his head when you didn’t speak
“Surprise!” you said, raising your hands to your shoulders, doing jazz hands unintentionally, “I’m pregnant”
“What?” he gasped
“I guess it’s true, what they say,” you said, “condoms aren’t 100% effective”
“You’re pregnant”
“Yeah”
“We’re gonna have a baby?”
“Do you want to have a baby?” you asked
“Yes!” he exclaimed, “I mean I didn’t think it would be now but that’s okay! I’m gonna be a dad”
He wrapped his arms tightly around you before he covered your face in kisses
You laughed at his excitement
“Okay! Okay!” you giggled, trying to escape
“I want to be at every ultrasound appointment,” he insisted, “I want to be there every step of the way. If there’s anything I can do, I wanna know what it is.”
It was sweet
If not a little overwhelming
And he was true to his word. He went to every appointment, every class, bought all the books that people suggested, got the best cribs and strollers and the safest toys and bottles. He bought matching outfits if it was a boy and matching outfits it it was a girl
He was learning things that you didn’t even know and that no one had told you
You were starting to think he was getting his fact and fiction mixed up
Around the eighth month is when everything was agitating you
The sound of people breathing or chewing, when you couldn’t find the remote, when your favourite clothes looked smaller on the hanger than they ever had before and then there was Morgan
With his eagerness and his positivity and his facts
“MORGAN!” you yelled as he spouted facts from the kitchen, “STOP! I AM BEGGING YOU! I don’t want to hear any of it anymore. I am the size of a elephant, I can’t reach or see my feet, I’m hot all the time, everything makes me sick or I want to eat it all. I have 14 weeks left and I don’t need to hear all these random facts you’ve learned. I love you, I do, but you’re driving me insane!”
After that he was pretty silent, trying not to irritate you or cause you any undue stress
But he was still as supportive as ever when you finally did go into labour
“I love you, baby” he said as the two of you got settled into a room
You had been there for nearly 12 hours before you were fully dilated
“It’s time?” Morgan asked
“You’re panicking! Why are you panicking?! Don’t you dare get scared on me now Rielly!” you growled
“I’m not panicking!” he insisted, “no no I’m just excited. It’s time!”
You glared at him, not believing that he was calm or excited in that moment but when the doctor told you it was time to push, you pushed
And pushed
And pushed
And pushed
And pushed
“I can’t do it anymore,” you whined, “I’m so tired”
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Morgan whispered, kissing your forehead, “you’re almost there. Our little one is almost here”
“I can’t,” you cried, “it hurts so much. I’m so tired, I don’t wanna do it”
“(Y/N), my love, you are so strong. You can do this, only a little bit more and you’ll finally be able to meet our son”
“It’s not a boy” you said through laboured breaths
“You’ll get to meet our daughter then,” he smirked, “but you have to keep pushing”
You nodded and continued to push, the sound of your baby’s crying suddenly filling the room as you dropped your head back onto the pillow
“You have a beautiful baby boy” the doctor said and you saw Mo’s face stream with tears of joy
“Are you sure?” you asked, “I was sure it was a girl” the doctor laughed
“Do you have a name?” they asked
You and Mo looked at each other as the doctor brought your newborn to you, resting him on your chest
Mo smiled at you and you smiled back with tired eyes before nodding to him
“Aidan” he said quietly, smiling at you and your son
“He’s beautiful” you whispered
“He really is”
“We’ll leave you for a minute and be back to do some tests shortly” the doctor said, directing everyone out of the room
“We have a son” you said, as if you were shocked by the news
“We’re parents” Morgan added
“We’re gonna be tired forever now” you joked
“But it’ll be so worth it” he replied
“Yeah,” you smiled at your son, his hand grabbing onto your finger as Morgan kissed his forehead, “it will.”
Summary/Request: Anything Seggy please. Always love stories with him. Maybe that he's trying to persuade a girl to date him and admits his playboy ways but wants to prove he's crazy about her
Author’s Note: So, I don’t know if this is exactly what the anon was looking for but when I saw the request this GIF immediately came to mind and I needed to write something around it. I also wrote this in the middle of my World War I lecture so... my attention was split -- hopefully there’s no war talk in here...
P.S. Just so no one gets confused, Y/H/C is your hair colour; I’m pretty sure every one knows all the abbreviations but I always like to put disclaimers in here if I use something other than the typical ones..
P.P.S If y’all haven’t tried it, download the InteractiveFics on Google Chrome and you can enter in your name -- it’s kinda fun!
Warning: none? fluff, Tyler being a playboy
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Tyler’s P.O.V
You were over Sophie’s shit. She had invited herself out with you and Rads, making sure to wear a revealing outfit. It was fine at first but when every girl thought she was your girlfriend because of how closely she was sticking to you, you felt like you were going to scream.
“Just fuck off for a second!” you yelled at her and she raised her hands, her jaw dropping at your tone and you noticed Rads drop his head and laugh.
“Fine... jeez, you don’t have to yell” she whined. You finally had a chance to work the crowd, searching through hundreds of platinum blondes to find the one you wanted to waste your time with tonight, dancing with one here and there or a group of girls when you were alone for too long on the dance floor. But none of them really did anything for you. You didn’t want to indulge your playboy reputation anymore than you already had and you figured the only girls that would approach you tonight would want that reputation. So, you left the dance floor to grab a drink and watch the crowd.
That’s when you saw her. She stepped in front of her group of friends with a smile so bright it almost blinded you and you tried not to lose her in the crowd.
“Seggy...” Rads called from beside you, trying to grab your attention but your eyes stayed focused on the smile of the (Y/H/C) stranger you’d never seen before. You watched as she made her way to the middle of the dance floor, encouraging her friends to dance with her as the music changed and she twirled, “Tyler!” Rads stepped in front of you and you raced to move him out of the way but it was too late, she disappeared somehow.
“Shit..” you whispered, “where did she go?”
“Who? Sophie?” he smiled, “Dude that chick left as soon as you shrugged her off...”
“What-- No not her, the girl...” you gestured to the dance floor where you last saw her, “the girl with the hair and the smile and the eyes...”
“I have no idea who you’re talking about, take a shot and then you can look for her.” He pulled you over to the bar and you sighed, still searching the crowd for this girl you couldn’t get out of your head, even with the multiple busty blondes that Rads had wrangled up for you.
“Excuse me! Hi!” you heard a soft voice yell at the other end of the bar, “Can I get a Vodka Cranberry! Thank you Cutie!” You looked to see the face that matched the voice, not knowing who to expect when you saw a smiley redhead who looked vaguely familiar. You kept your eyes on her to see if you could recognize any of her group and your eyes grew wide when you saw the (Y/H/C) girl from before, her smile still as blinding as before and you tried to catch her attention; failing and deciding to send the group shots instead. When the bartender directed their eyes to you, you locked eyes with her and you felt your stomach flutter and then abruptly fall when she immediately looked away.
Fuck...
“Oh my gosh!” your friend Cecilia said, brushing her bright red hair off her shoulder, “I think Tyler Seguin just sent us shots”
“Yeah right..” you rolled your eyes
“No seriously, look...” she pointed in the direction the Bartender showed you the drinks came from. You followed her finger and caught his eyes before feeling your cheeks flush with heat and you lowered your gaze,
“Ooh someone’s blushing! Go over there and thank him for the shot!”
“Stop Benny” you said to your friend pointing out your embarrassment, “I’m definitely not going over there... seriously look at all the girls he’s surrounded by. Why would he send us shots?”
“Maybe he wants to be surrounded by more girls?” Cecilia replied and you scowled slightly
“I’m not interested“
“Bullshit,” Benny shouted before you told him to quiet down, “you’re not interested? I don’t believe you for a second!”
“You think I want to waste my time trying to get a guy’s attention who clearly doesn’t give a shit about women unless they’re half-naked and feeding his ego... or sucking his dick?” you said bluntly, raising your right eyebrow, “no thanks. I’ll take my chances with the creeps and weirdos on the dance floor”
“Oh come on!” Cecilia added
“No guys, seriously. Yeah, sure, fine, okay. He’s attractive,” you admitted and your friends nodded heavily in agreement, “but he’s not looking for anything other than a hook up. Even if by some random chance he sent us shots, he’s not thinking about anything serious and I’m sorry. I’m not wasting my time with someone who isn’t going to respect me. I deserve better than that...”
“Oh babe, of course you do! We didn’t think you’d get this defensive...” Benny said, rubbing your arm
“I’m sorry,” you whined, “I just wanna dance.. let’s dance!!” It only took one big pout to convince them to follow you into the middle of the dance floor before you felt a light tug on the train you had created; you continued anyway, not thinking that it was anything to worry about. When it was just you and Cecilia on the dance floor, however, you found yourself searching for Benny -- whom you found talking with Tyler Seguin.
“What?” Cecilia said, following your eye line, “oh shit! What do you think he’s saying?”
“I swear to god Cece, if he tries to bring him over here I will slap both of you...”
“What did I do?!”
“You encouraged him!”
“Whatever, just dance. Let loose!” You stopped dancing for just a second before giggling at Cecilia’s terrible dance moves and continued bopping along to the music. Sure enough, though, Benny came over with Tyler Seguin and Alexander Radulov in tow.
“(Y/N), Cece, this is Tyler and Alex,” he said, introducing everyone, “Tyler, Alex this is (Y/N) and Cece...”
“Nice to meet you” Cecilia outstretched her hand to the two men in front of you, clearly waiting for Tyler to shake her hand but his eyes were trained on you, even though you were looking elsewhere
“It’s nice to meet you..” he called out to you and suddenly you were snapped back into the conversation, “(Y/N)...” You smiled politely before attempting to dismiss yourself
“It’s nice to meet you both as well... I’ll be right back. Entertain these two won’t you?” you said gesturing to your friends as you ran toward the restroom, sending a quick text to Benny.
“I don’t care. This was supposed to be a fun night out to celebrate the end of the shit show that was this semester. Finals are done, school’s out, vacation started five hours ago”
“We can still celebrate! This way we’ll just get free drinks...”
“No boys remember...”
“I know babe but just, come back. Cece and I will make sure there’s always someone between you and Tyler if that’s your worry...”
“😒”
“Don’t be rude...”
“🤨” He sent you a few GIFs in response until you finally agreed to meet him back where you left everyone. But now you were faced with the fact that you had ran away from Tyler Seguin, which made you look extremely pathetic...
“She’s back!” Cecilia greeted you with a hug so she could whisper in your ear, “what the hell?”
“Yeah, she’s back! And she wants a drink!...” you squealed back, skipping past everyone to head to the bar. Once you were there, you waited for the bartender to come your way when Tyler whistled to grab her attention
“Wow...” you said under your breath
“What can I getcha Ty?” she flirted and he gestured to you
“No no I think she was asking what you wanted,” you said snidely, squinting your eyes, “I’ll wait...”
“Let’s see if I can guess...” the bartender said, leaning in toward Tyler. Oh this should be good, you thought to yourself, “you look young... and a little unsure of your choices. So I’m gonna say something sweet and easy. Like a Cosmo...” you fake laughed at her response before you finally decided to order a drink yourself
“I’ll take a Jameson on the rocks please. Three fingers, no ice, a splash of water...” She took a step back before looking at Tyler and preparing your drink, handing it to you shortly after with a scowl on her face. You brought out your wallet to pay but Tyler stopped you
“Put it on my tab, Erin, thanks...” You rolled your eyes at his gesture and went to find your friends with Tyler right on your heels, “you don’t like me do you?”
“I don’t like people who whistle at bartenders”
“She’s a friend”
“I’m sure she is...”
“Dance with me”
“No thanks. I’m not here for that...”
“What’s your deal?”
“My deal?”
“Why won’t you give me a chance.. I’m a nice guy.” You looked him over once which he clearly took notice of, stepping back as if to give you a better view
“Hmm nope. I’ll just be taking Cece and Benny now...”
“Hold on,” he said, grabbing your arm gently, “one dance, that’s it. If it doesn’t go well, I’ll leave you alone. Hell, I’ll even tell Erin to make you all pay for your drinks if that’s bothering you. Just dance with me...” You reluctantly agreed and he tried his best to get you to smile with some really awful dance moves, it almost worked until a tall, platinum blonde came up to Tyler and whined that he was ignoring her.
“What are you talking about Sophie?” his voice was agitated but she didn’t seem to notice
“Can you take me home...?” she whined and pouted at him as he stood in front of you
“No, Sophie, I can’t take you home. There are cabs outside...” he tried but she continued to whine and you couldn’t handle it, so you turned away, “no (Y/N) wait.” You heard him tell this girl to go home and then tried to grab your attention back
“I’m gonna head out,” you said, kissing Benny and Cecilia on the cheek before turning to Tyler, “you tried...” You smiled at Tyler before shrugging and turning to walk away
“Wait...” Tyler called out to you, running in front of you, “you don’t understand. She’s not wi-- we’re not together...”
“It’s not my problem, thank you for the drinks”
“Can I get your number?”
“Are you serious?”
“Yes”
“Why are you trying so hard?”
“I don’t know...”
“Wow.. great response”
“You’re different, I guess. You don’t... cater to me”
“And you’re not used to it?”
“Not one bit”
“I know your type and I’m not into it. You tried your best but it didn’t work. Now I’m leaving...” you rolled your eyes and shifted your body from side to side in annoyance
“Just.. please, give me one chance... have dinner or lunch,” he emphasized when you started walking away, “with me. Please.”
“Why?” you said skeptically
“Because I don’t want to let you leave without at least trying...”
“My friends have my number...” was all you said before turning on your heels and leaving the club; completely unsure of everything that just happened.
Tyler’s P.O.V
You tried not to call her right away. After you got her number from her friends, you didn’t want to come on too strong, so you made a contact for her and just stared at her name in your phone the next day until your eyes practically lost all moisture.
“Fuck it, I’m calling her” you said to yourself
“Go for it dude,” Jamie replied, thinking you were talking to him, “be bold...” You laughed sarcastically as he mocked you from the couch
“Shut up! It’s ringing...” you yelled and Jamie laughed
“Hello?” (Y/N)’s voice chimed from the other end of the phone
“Hi” was all you could muster
“Hi... sorry who is this?”
“Tyler.. Seguin.. we met last night...”
“Right. So my friends ended up giving you my number I take it...”
“They did... Are you free for lunch?”
“What, like right now?”
“I could come pick you up or meet you somewhere...”
“Uhm.. I don’t--”
“Please?” you pleaded, noticing Jamie’s eyebrows raising at your tone
“Can you give me like 15 minutes? I’m just in the middle of something.”
“15 minutes is perfect, text me your address and I’ll pick you up!” Your smile stretched clean across your face when she gave you her address and your heart began to race after you hung up the phone
“Ty?” Jamie asked, “you okay?” You raced around your closet, trying to decide what to wear before Jamie came to where you were and leaned against the door frame
“It’s just a lunch date, dude, relax...”
“I’m just so nervous.. From the second she walked into that club last night, I was hypnotized or something”
“Fine, just don’t try too hard. Just wear some jeans and be nice to her...”
“It’s not like I’m gonna be a dick to her”
“I don’t know how you are on dates...” Jamie teased and you laughed, before quickly fixing your hair and changing out of your sweatpants. You hopped in your car and turned on some music while you drove to pick up (Y/N), trying to tell yourself to calm down -- it was just lunch. It would be fine. When you pulled up in front of her apartment building, you sent her a text and she replied with a wink emoji before saying she’d be right out. She walked out and it was like the sun was drawn to her; her hair glowed, the short little summer dress she wore tangled with the wind and her smile shone through everything else; you couldn’t stop staring even after she opened the passenger door.
“How’s it going?” she said melodically, raising her eyebrows and widening her eyes when you didn’t answer
“Good, good,” you turned forward, “where should we go?”
“I thought you were the man with the plan?”
“You want me to choose?”
“I thought you would’ve already chosen...” she laughed
“I know exactly where to go then.” You took off to one of your favourite lunch spots, stealing glances at her throughout the ride but neither of you spoke. You had never been in a more awkward situation but not want to get out of it.
What the fuck was this? you thought to yourself. Why is he just sitting there not talking to me? The car ride was bad enough but you’re at his favourite restaurant and it’s relatively quiet and he’s still got nothing to say?
“So.. uhm..” you started, “why this place? What makes it your favourite?”
“It’s got a great atmosphere!” he mused, “and it’s not insanely crowded all the time, which is a huge plus...”
“Yeah, I can see that”
“Are you from Dallas?”
“No, I grew up in Victoria but I was born in Chicago”
“Oh, that’s... not what I was expecting“
“What were you expecting?”
“I’m not sure, it just seems a little strange. What were your folks doing in Chicago?”
“My Dad is from there, so his work and everything was in Chicago. But when he met my Mom, they planned to move to BC so they could go somewhere a little quieter I guess?” you said, raising your voice at the end, “and then I came along and they had to put moving on hold while they figured out some of the details.” You laughed as you told your little story about your parents. From there, the conversation really started to pick up. He told you about his family and where he grew up. You asked him what he’d be doing if he wasn’t a professional athlete, he asked you if you thought you were where you thought you’d be at this point in your life, you said no not at all but mostly because you weren’t sure where you thought you’d be at this point. You essentially played 20 questions that turned into 50 questions which turned into you gushing about your life story; leading him to gush about his life story. When he started talking about Boston, you suddenly straightened your posture and snapped yourself back into defense mode.
“What’s wrong?” he asked and you furrowed your brow
“What do you mean?”
“You seem tense all of a sudden...”
“I just...” you sighed, “I guess I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop you know...”
“No, I don’t know actually,” he sat back in his chair, visually frustrated, “why don’t you tell me.” You lifted your eyebrows once before leaning back in your own chair, mirroring Tyler’s position.
“I know what kind of guy you are, I know your type,” you said, “snapback, tattoos, nice car, dimples, and a little more money than you probably need. Pair that with the fact that you know you’re attractive and you’re just a massive douche...”
“Wow... you really got burned by someone didn’t you?”
“What? No!”
“I think that means yes...”
“No, a yes would’ve meant yes”
“We were having such a good time. What changed? Why start acting like a bitch now?”
“I told you. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, for you to tell me what kind of game you’re playing; what’s the bet?”
“I think you’ve seen too many movies.” You rolled your eyes and prepared yourself to leave
“Thank you.. for lunch and for picking me up and for.. making me laugh for a bit. But I should probably get going”
“Wait! That’s it?” he tried, “you’re just giving up? God damn it, why do I have to try so hard with you?”
“That sounds like a you question”
“Just sit down”
“Excuse me?”
“Sit. Down.” He said firmly and you obliged, though you weren’t sure why, “just hear me out for a sec okay?” you nodded shyly and you watched as he thought about what to say; like he was searching for the perfect words to say.
“Are you okay?”
“My reputation sucks. I know that. I was a kid though, when I got into the league, and I tried to act like nothing affected me or that I was a tough guy -- because I was a Bruin, it was the gig -- but after I was traded my rep beat me to Dallas and I was being ‘chased’ by girls everywhere I went and it was nice for a little. I like the attention... but once the hookup was done, they’d move on and so would I. It was pretty miserable but it was what I was dealing with and then I got into a relationship and it was intense but it wasn’t gonna last. After a while I realized being single was better than being... I don’t know, vulnerable I guess...” he stopped to take a breath, leaning his arms on the table and resting his head there for a second before continuing, “when I saw you last night, I couldn’t get you out of my head. I didn’t want to lose you from my sight. When I did, even for a minute, I went crazy and then there you were at the bar and I was like.. ‘I need to do something. I need to get her to look at me...’ and then you did but you didn’t seem interested and I gotta tell you, my heart sank. And I had to work so hard for you to even consider dancing with me. So I did.. but it was like one thing after the other and I --”
“Okay, calm down.. just.. breathe” you said, reaching out your hand to calm his nerves by placing it on his arm
“You were just so beautiful. And your smile was the most intoxicating thing in that club and the light seemed to follow you everywhere you went. I knew if I didn’t try, I’d never meet you. I’d never know you and my life would be completely wasted if that happened. So, when you looked at me with those big, (Y/E/C), almost Disney Princess eyes, I knew I was in trouble. I knew I’d never get you out of my head...”
“And then I said ‘no...’”
“Yeah, a bunch of times, and I knew that you knew about my reputation and I needed to prove to you, show you, that I’m not that guy. I don’t care what Instagram thinks about me or what the girls of Dallas think of me, I’m not that guy and the people I surround myself with know that I’m different than I was. I only let people see this side of me if I want them in my life...”
“You want me in your life? You barely know me”
“Then let me get to know you,” he pleaded, grabbing your hand with both of his, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone, or at least not for a long time...” You looked at him, holding your hand, eyes begging for an answer and you thought about it all for a minute. It was a lot and you couldn’t say that you weren’t flattered but you also couldn’t say that you weren’t hesitant. The last thing you needed was to let yourself feel something for Tyler Seguin for it all to have been some excruciatingly long joke.
“How do I know that this is... real?”
“I promise you, I’m trying to change.. I’m not perfect but I’m trying...” You squinted slightly at his answer and he tried to reassure you, “I want you. I know you know that I could probably go into a random bar and hook up with the first girl I meet but I don’t want that. I don’t want meaningless.. anything anymore. I want someone I can talk to for hours, someone I can share my insecurities and my vulnerabilities with. I want this. I want you.”
“You’re very convincing..” you smiled
“I’m serious” he said as he walked over to your side of the table
“I still don’t know...” you followed his eyes as his head fell, “maybe we can take it one step at a time. Nothing too fast. Nothing too serious. Just step by step, day by day, minute by minute if we have to...”
“Okay!” he exclaimed, standing up so quickly he reminded you of Tigger, “that’s just fine by me!”
“Okay.. good. Because I make no guarantees that I’m actually any good at this...”
“Too late.. I’m hooked.” He smiled and leaned in to press a light kiss your lips; you slowly returned the kiss before almost evaporating into it.
Relationship: Established; Frederick Andersen x Reader
Summary: Freddie brings you home some pastries.
Word Count: 619
Warnings: None.
Freddie had to get up early for practice most mornings, and he liked to go for a short run and have breakfast and what not, so he got up early, a lot early than you. That routine didn’t change once you moved in with him, well, little things changed.
He would still get up very early every morning and go for a run. However, instead of coming home and making himself a protein shake, he would make you breakfast or bring you something home. Then he would make you coffee and bring you your coffee while your breakfast waited for you on the kitchen table.
It was a nice little system the two of you had.
Today was no different.
He woke up at 5:30am like he did every morning and went for his run, running however long he felt like running that morning. Today he ended up passing by a little pastry place that he knew you liked around 6:30am, just as they were opening, so he decided to cut his run short so he could get you some pastries.
He picked out a nice little box of assorted pastries filled with the ones he knew were your favorites before he started his jog home, making sure he wasn’t moving too much as to ruin your breakfast.
When he got home, he placed the box of pastries on the kitchen table and started to make you some coffee before pulling out his ingredients for his shake. By the time he was done with his shake, the coffee was finished brewing, so he poured you a cup of coffee and made it just the way you liked before picking up and bringing towards his bedroom where he knew you were sleeping peacefully.
Fred placed your cup of coffee on the bedside table on your side before gently shaking your shoulder. “(Y/N). (Y/N)… Earth to (Y/N).”
You grumbled and brought your hand up to rub the sleep out of your eyes before opening them to see your boyfriend smiling down at you.
“I know, it’s a little earlier than usual, but I got you some pastries from that place that I know you like.” He whispered as you sat up. Once you were sitting he handed you your cup of coffee.
“Did you get the one that I really like?” You asked, your voice thick with sleep.
Fred chuckled. “The one that you can never remember the name of? I did. C’mon, babe.”
You smiled before taking a sip of your coffee. “Thanks, Freddie.”
He smiled at you and nodded before taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his hand lightly rubbing your leg over top of the blanket. “Did you sleep well?”
You nodded and looked over for the pastries your boyfriend said he bought. Freddie caught on to what you were looking for and laughed lightly. “They’re on the kitchen counter, Princess.”
You nodded your head and pouted at him but he shook his head with a smile. “Come on, you can get up for your pastries and have breakfast with me.”
You huffed but nodded your head. Freddie stood up and patted your leg and you put your coffee down on the bedside table before pushing the blankets off and getting out of bed. Fred was kinda expecting a hug, but instead you got up and grabbed one of his many Leafs sweaters. He raised an eyebrow at you.
“You’re all sweaty. I’m not touching you until you shower.” You said with a laugh and snuggled further into the sweater. “But this smells like you, so it’s good enough.”
Fred rolled his eyes but smiled at you nonetheless. “Whatever. Come on, let’s go have breakfast.”
