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[devilsandwings]

𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Spencer gets a bad bout of amnesia. Or, your boyfriend forgets he’s your boyfriend, but he still has a crush on you. [3k]

c: fem, bombshell!reader, head injury, hospitals, amnesia, fluff, spencer can’t believe he bagged you, requested here 

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Spencer wakes to an empty room. 

He lays on a pillow too flat, neck twinging, the back of his eyes throbbing when he moves.

He struggles to breathe through his nose and lets his mouth open for a few achy breaths, his mouth dry like he’s been sucking on cotton balls. 

Spencer’s alarmed, without a clue what it is he’s done. He wonders where Gideon is, if the older man has come to see him yet. He hopes somebody told his mom he’s okay. 

Maybe Hotch will come. He and Hotch have grown closer while Gideon was on his mandated recovery time; Gideon spends far less time in the office, sticking to lectures, seminars and consults, while Hotch, Morgan and Spencer handle the away cases. Spencer might go as far as to say Hotch likes him. And Morgan can tolerate him now, less grudging when Spencer offers a random fact or statistic to further the case. 

A stab of pain at the back of his head makes itself known sharply.

Spencer doesn’t want to move, but he needs to assess things. He frowns at his arms, naked as they are. His silver watch is missing. A t-shirt that he doesn’t remember buying stretches over his chest. What state are they in, and who dressed him? 

He’s scowling at the window with it’s wide-open blinds and all the sun when the door opens. 

You’re looking at the bags on your arm as you come in. Spencer startles in his blankets —what are you doing here? Agent L/N, Morgan’s friend and a candidate for the open position on the BAU team. You’re from the Sex Crimes Unit, like Greenaway. 

Spencer flusters every time he sees you, not just because of how kind you’d been the first time you met, or even the easy flirtation you send his way when you cross paths. It’s because you’re the prettiest woman he’s ever seen. He’s not talking about the golden ratio or statistical beauty, you’re just stunning. You stop him in his tracks whenever you steal into the office. It’s better when you notice he’s awake and light up like he’s the winning numbers for tonight’s lottery pull. Everything about you illuminates. 

“Hey, babe!” you say, not not yelling as you drop your bags in the seat by the bed and reach for him.

He doesn’t think to move away as you take his face into your hands.

“I’m so glad you’re finally awake, you almost slept for the full twenty four hours.” Your hands are soft. They smell like neroli. When you stroke his cheek and lean down to give him a chaste peck, he almost passes out there and then. “It's a good thing, obviously,” you say, and then kiss him again distractedly. Spencer squeezes his eyes closed. “You heal more when you’re asleep. Or so I’ve heard.” 

You pull away, Spencer blinking for his life. You have such a nice mouth, but Spencer’s never thought about what it might feel like on his. He doesn’t have the audacity: in what world would you ever kiss him? That’s the joke, right, when you flirt with him in the office?

“How are you feeling?” you ask, losing some of your pep. “How’s your head, handsome? You know, there are easier ways to get a haircut.” 

“They cut my hair?” he croaks. 

“Shaved it at the back to stitch you up. Not much, don’t worry. They were pushing for a buzz cut but I put my foot down on that one,” you joke. You nudge his legs aside without worrying about sitting on him as you get comfortable. “It’s not much. You can’t tell.”

“I…” 

“You feeling okay?” you ask softly. Your nice mouth purses. Your eyebrows pinch. They’re cute eyebrows. 

“You look different than the last time I saw you.” 

He doesn’t mean to say it aloud. He’s noticing things now. You’re wearing less powder under your eyes than you used to. You seem to have gained a little weight, and you look good. You didn’t look bad before, but this is different. Your hair isn’t too different, nor your brows, but you’ve begun lining your lips in a new way. Your blush is a subtler hue. Spencer doesn’t claim to know everything about you, but he can say that you look neatly the same each time you visit. Why the sudden change?

“It’s hard to sleep when your favourite person in the world gets his head cut open,” you say, taking his hand where he’d left it loose in the blankets. 

Your fingers slip into his with ease. 

“Can I tell you something?” he asks, attempting to swallow his nerves. 

“Of course you can.” 

He licks his lips. “Uh, I think I’m confused. I don’t– I don’t remember what happened, and…” 

“Oh, right. They told me this might happen.” You draw yourself up with a breath. He’s fascinated by the movement, an air of heat around him as you begin rubbing the back of his hand with your thumb. “You got hit in the back of the head with a cinder block, honey. Went down like a lead balloon.” You turn your face to show your cheek. “We’re even now on good scares, yeah?” 

You have a scar on your face he’d missed, carefully concealed but yet not invisible. Your hand in his feels so alien he holds it wrong, fingers twined but palms apart. 

“What happened to you?” he asks. 

Your brow crinkles. You go very still. “My cheek?” you ask. 

“What…” 

“Spencer, what’s the last thing you can remember, honey?” you ask, all the horror in the world to be found in your eyes. 

“Uh…” He feels sick to his stomach.

“Spencer?” 

Without having to be told, you slip off of the bed with two taps of your shoes and reach for the bedpan, thrusting it into his lap. 

His mouth fills with spit. “I’m fine,” he says. 

“No, I don’t think so. Let me get a doctor.” 

“Wait,” he says, clutching the bedpan and pushing his wave of nausea as far down as he can. “Please don’t go.” 

“My face was months ago, honey. I got hit in the face with a hammer by a UnSub, you don’t remember?” you ask incredulously. 

“Why do you keep calling me honey?” he asks. He knows the answer, but it’s not computing. 

Your face drains of any happiness. “I’m going to get a doctor,” you say, shoulders rigidly tight as you exit the room, leaving Spencer in your wake wishing he’d just pretended he knew who you were, just until you kissed him again. 

—

“And he really can’t remember you at all?” Morgan asks. 

You’re a little less startled than you had been, and you’re trying not to punish poor Spencer, but realising your boyfriend forgot years of flirting, and yearning, and friendship —years of kissing in secret and otherwise, years of holding hands, and staying at each other’s places to get that extra time together, even if it was just getting to sleep in the same bed between cases— was a slap. 

“He remembers me,” you say, leg crossed over the other, arm over the railing of Spencer’s bed to hold his hand. “He just doesn’t remember a thing after Gideon came back, after Boston.” 

“I remember when you had hair,” Spencer says to Derek. 

Derek glares at him, “This Spencer doesn’t get to sass me.” 

“But I do eventually?” 

“How come you’re holding hands if he doesn’t know who you are?” Derek asks pointedly. 

You shrug. “We talked about it, didn’t we?” you ask Spencer, who perks up every time you talk, which isn’t unlike your usual Spencer. Whenever he catches himself doing it he flusters. Every time you call him baby he loses his mind. “He doesn’t remember me, but he wants to. And I remember him.” 

“This must be pretty weird for you, kid,” Derek says. 

“Sort of,” Spencer says. 

It’s funny. Now you know Spencer thinks he’s twenty three again, you can’t not notice his shyness and his awkward tries at casualness. You’d forgotten what he was like back then. 

“Wait, does that mean you don’t remember Emily?” Derek asks. 

Spencer frowns. “Uh, no?” 

You sit up in your chair. “Emily’s one of your best friends, honey. She joined the BAU when Greenaway left.”

“Not you?” he asks. 

You dramatise your pain as Derek laughs. “Not me. I didn’t transfer for a long time, unfairly. It’s okay, though, you’ll remember Emily eventually.” 

When you realised Spencer wasn’t as okay as you’d thought, you gathered a gaggle of agitated doctors to assess him. He knew his name and birthday. He was wrong about the date, the president, and the state. You’re in Arizona where he’d thought Indiana. Your bag talks to the heat: Spencer’s fan, his sunblock, his antihistamines. He couldn’t believe it when he asked where his stuff was and you passed him your handbag. 

You’re trying to drive home to him that you’re not just dating, you're common-law partners, Spence. He adores you. You’d spend life in his lap if you could afford it. 

“How’d she get you to believe her?” Derek asks Spencer. 

“Uh.” 

“I kissed him a couple of times before he came clean about the amnesia,” you say. “So I didn’t have to explain.” 

“I didn’t mean to lie,” Spencer says. 

He’s looking less haggard now you’ve brushed his hair. It was sweet to watch his shoulders relax. He shuddered when you tucked a strand behind his ears, and didn’t flinch when you asked if you could kiss his cheek. It’s hard to have him vulnerable here and not be allowed to lick his wounds for him. You feel better the better he feels. You’ve fluffed his pillow, wrapped him tighter in blankets. When he got up to pee and you offered to help, he gave a resolute No Thank You, which in hindsight is hilarious but at the time made you wanna squeeze your eyes out. 

“It’s okay,” you say softly, “I don’t mind kissing him, even if he doesn’t remember me. Just so long as he doesn’t mind it back.”

Spencer manages to squeeze your hand. It’s a soft one, but it’s real. “I don’t mind.” 

“You dog,” Derek says. 

“Stop, stop. He’s not doing anything wrong, is he?” you ask. “I’m the evil one, forcing kisses on him when he doesn’t know me.” 

“I do know you,” Spencer says. 

“What’s it like to have a crush on your own girlfriend?” Derek asks, unwilling to quit his teasing where he’s crossing his arms in the chair opposite, his cup of coffee drained on the side table. 

Spencer swallows. “Uh, nerve-wracking.” 

“Believe it or not, that’s not so different to now,” Derek says. 

Spencer looks to you for confirmation, which you love. You slide your chair closer to him and clasp his wrist with your free hand. “Sometimes you're still a little shy, but it’s not so bad. Full of myself I may be, Spencer Reid, but you do love me. It’s easy with us.” 

“Do we really live together?” he asks. “You said common-law.” 

“Not technically. I stay at your place four nights a week. You stay with me for the weekends.” 

“Every week?” he asks.

“Yeah.” 

“We’re never apart?” he asks. 

His face is turning pink. You could kiss every bit of colour on his cheeks. 

“Derek, would you get Spencer something to eat from the cafeteria? Please?” you ask, levelling your friend with a pleading gaze. 

Derek gathers himself up. “Sure. We gotta feed the string bean something, don’t we?” he asks. 

Alone again, you draw lines up and down Spencer’s arm with your nails. You’re going to be indulgent in yourself, and ask him everything you’d ever wanted to know. And then a little extra, too. 

“You’re not as skinny anymore, have you noticed? You’re quite lean.” You stand to sit where you’d put yourself before he confessed. Your hand falls to his knee. “Solid, sometimes. You and Derek go for walks occasionally.” 

“We do?” 

“Mm-hm. And me and you do yoga in the living room when we can summon the energy. We tried couples Pilates, but Pilates is hard.” 

“We did?”

You smile warmly. “It’s nice to be in love with someone who loves in the same way.” 

“How do you love?” 

His ears are bitten-red. “Oh, you know. I’m too affectionate. It’s hard not to be with you. Everyone used to think we were… I don’t know, playing a game.” You slide your hand up his thigh, leaning on him to watch his pupils blow. “But I love you for far more than your constant propensity to blush. You get me flowers every time you see my favourites, and you never let me go to sleep without a kiss. Usually here.” You poke the skin beside your eye. “But sometimes you’ll surprise me and kiss my nose.” You're going lax with love, remembering things he’s done, and does every day.  “On a Saturday morning we make tea and I put my hands in your t-shirt. You do the crosswords for fun. Sometimes we time them.” 

“That’s not how you love, that’s what you love,” Spencer says. 

“Oh, you want a play by play of things?” He ducks his chin, but he smiles when you laugh. 

“I just can’t believe this is happening.”

You try to think of things you don’t think about anymore. “You love my sugar lip gloss, so I always wear it.” 

He reaches out tentatively. Shy as a wren in a hedgerow. You let him curl a hand over your elbow, feel the crook of it with his index finger. 

“I buy you stamps, and t-shirts for bed, and stupid stuff you wouldn’t get yourself. We’re… it’s like, it doesn’t feel like gift giving anymore because we’re always getting stuff for each other. You’re just as sweet, you know? When I first started sleeping over you bought me this huge pack of socks ‘cos yours are all odd,” you laugh. “I knew I loved you already, but…”

It’s a little sad, actually. He can’t remember all the stuff that makes you the couple you are. It’s not what you’d meant to get into. 

“Can I ask you something?” you ask. 

“Anything.” 

He’s slept-in and breathless, like he ran laps in his dreams. 

“What do you think of me now? I always wondered if you liked me back then, or if I just caught you off guard.” 

“Who wouldn’t like you?” 

“But did you?” 

He looks away hurriedly, his hand dropping from your elbow. “I guess so. But it’s not– not real. I have a crush on you.” His mumbling is sweet. “I have no idea why I’m telling you that.” 

“I had a crush on you, too, back then. It wasn’t anything serious, but it wasn’t a joke. And the more time we spent together, the more I thought we could fall in love,” —you take his hand and put it back on your arm— “and we did.” 

You toy with his fingers. Without looking, ashamed of your own self-indulgence, you ask another question. “What do you think of me now?” 

“I can’t remember,” he says sorrily. 

“What do you think?” 

“You feel like a dream.” He shakes his head. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world. I don’t really get how this is real.” 

You shouldn’t be surprised that he’d say it, you practically begged for it, but you can’t stop yourself from sitting up to kiss his forehead gently. “It’s real. Promise. And for the record, you’re handsome. They stopped saying ‘aged like fine wine’ a while ago. Now they just say ‘aged like Spencer Reid’.”

He gives a choky laugh. 

The door opens again. You lift your head expecting Derek and find a weather worm Hotch in the doorway. “Reid, you’re awake,” he says, not bothering with a smile. “Morgan said you have amnesia?” He directs it at both of you. 

Spencer’s looking at Hotch in clear shock. 

“He hasn’t aged that badly,” you chastise teasingly. 

“Hotch, you’re– I thought you would’ve– You’re still–?”

Hotch squints. “You didn’t think I had the stamina for it?” 

Spencer squirms under his gaze. “No, sir, it’s not that–”

“Sir,” Hotch says, and then he smiles. “I forgot when you both used to respect me.” 

“I have the utmost respect for you, sir,” you say through your own smile. 

“Has she been kind to you, Reid?” 

“Uh, yes? Is she not usually?” 

Hotch presses his lips together rather than answer. There’s a sympathy in his expression you resent.

—

It’s a thankfully quick bout of amnesia. The memories start to draw in like a dusting of powdered sugar, his head finely silted, one particle at a time. He finds that the more you talk, the quicker his memory is jogged. You tell him about your first kiss —I tried to kiss your cheek but you moved, it was the funniest thing— and your second. You spin stories of cases, the worst ones and the best, all the times you held hands without people knowing, the times you’d been caught. He can’t imagine it, goes hot with the memory, picturing kissing you as you’d described and the mortification of being walked in on. 

You tell him about your vacation to Nevada a few months ago and he thinks about how you’d fallen asleep on the plane. Your nose in his arm, your unhappy sigh at the tight leg space. 

Remembering you is more than half of remembering himself.

Your hands —his hands. Your smile —his laugh. The way you fold his hands in your lap —the urge to catch your chin for a kiss. 

He doesn’t know how to deal with it, and then suddenly he feels like Spencer. Your partner, your love, his proudest title for years. You’re standing at the end of the hospital bed in pajamas folding your clothes, allowed to stay the night while he’s so urgently confused and upset, you can’t make him stay here alone, please, I know you guys have those little cots for the kids ward, and he just knows you completely. 

Hours of diligent if embezzled storytelling gives it all back to him. 

“I like the lipgloss because you used to wear that perfume that smelled like sugar donuts,” he says, scratching a hand through limp hair. “And every time I crossed the square by the station–”

You let out a surprising squeal of joy. “Spencer!” you say, racing to take his hands, “Yes! The donut truck!” 

You go in for a kiss he gladly returns. “Oh, you remember,” you say, softening as he takes your neck into his hand. “I was getting worried.” 

“Some of it’s still hazy, but not so much you.” 

You wrap your arms around him for a hug, careful of his sore head. “I missed you, Spencer. I still loved you when you couldn’t remember me, but I missed you. Do you remember you?” 

He traces the scar on your lower cheek with his thumb. He’s genuinely relieved to be able to say he does. He’s not scared of what you think of him anymore, ‘cos he knows that everything he feels for you is mutual. “I remember you telling me my bad feeling was just a case of the heebies.” 

You bend into his touch. “Honey, I’m sorry. How was I supposed to know you’d get your skull whacked with a cinder block? It was a bakery. I thought the worst that could happen was getting a face full of red velvet or something.” You kiss his nose quickly. “I’m so glad you’re you. Now I can sleep in the bed with you, and not that collapsible camping cot.” 

He shushes you. “Don’t give us away. They’re not gonna let you stay if they think I’m fine.” 

You giggle excitedly, arms around him again for another squeeze. “I missed you so much. You’re so devious now.” 

He rubs your back. “I missed you too. And I still have a crush on you, I swear.”

“Thank you, honey, that means a lot to me.” 

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thanks for reading!

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Short n’ sweet fics

I’m going to be working on a series based on Short n Sweet by Sabrina Carpenter. Please request who you want for each song!

Taste-

Please Please Please-

Good Graces-

Sharpest tool-

Coincidence-

Bed Chem- Andrei Svechnikov ~in the works

Espresso-

Dumb & Poetic-

Slim Pickins-

Juno- Cole Caufield

Lie to girls-

Don’t smile-

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Quiet Scenes- A Paul mescal fic

Synopsis: This will be an ongoing story. About Paul Mescal and a singer/actress with Sabrina Carpenters discography. That’s all I’ll reveal for now, read to find out. Love yall 💕

1k words ~ CW: none

This indicates a flashback ✨

March 12, 2023

I’m sitting at the Academy Awards, sipping on my champagne and gossiping with my best friend, Florence Pugh. She’s presenting an award with Andrew Garfield later tonight, you’re her guest. “…so anyway after all of that they ended up getting back together.” Florence finished her story about one of her friends.

“Wow yea that is ridiculous why would she take him back after that.” I responded in bewilderment of her story. She just shrugs her shoulders and the lights dim. Jimmy Kimmel comes back out onto the stage.

~

The night has been going great, you and Florence are having an amazing time. She killed it presenting, the host is funny, you’re running into friends and icons. You’re having a wonderful time at the Oscars. The announcers voice booms over the audience, “Please welcome academy award winners Jessica Chastain and Halle berry”

The two women walk onto the stage in their beautiful gowns. They smile at the assuring crowd as they walk to the microphone. “When an actor or actress first approaches a role we use every tool at our disposal to help us create the world of the character” Jessica says, reading the teleprompter. They continue about how actors create their characters.

“Here are the nominees for best performance from an actor in a leading role” Halle says

“Austin Butler, Elvis.” The announcer exclaims. The screen above the stage changes to a camera of Austin at his seat, he smiles and looks at his costar. The crowd erupts with applause. The announcer continues to read off names and the crowd cheers.

“Would now be a bad time to tell you I’ve never seen Elvis?” Florence whispers to you

I turn my head and gasp at her, “YOU WHAT” I whisper yell at her, but it doesn’t really matter nobody else can hear us over the cheering for Colin Farrell. “Ma’am you have to see it, I’m showing it to you next time you come over, I own it.” She laughs at my demand and nods her head, she cheers for Brendan Fraser.

I turn my head back to the screen as the announcer says, “Paul Mescal, Aftersun.” My brain screeched to a hault at the mention of his name. Then he was on the screen, wearing a white suit. He looked good, really good. “Bill Nighy…” the announcer continues. Just like that he was gone again. Florence cheered and smiled at me with an exaggerated smile, yay see you worked with him and his next role got an Oscar nomination, she’s probably saying in her head.

She doesn’t know what happened, I didn’t tell her. How could I have told her? She loved Mike, she would have been so mad at me. I’ve never seen her mad before, upset and frustrated sure, but mad? No, and I do not want to see it.

“Do you mind if I sit with ya? My trailers a Sauna.” Paul asks, sticking his head into my trailer. “Well we’re in Australia, so it’s hot in my trailer too but sure.” I retorted. “You’re probably just looking to escape your own mess.” He closes the trailer door and puts his hand over his chest, “You wound me, I thought we were friends.” He “stumbles” down onto a chair. I roll my eyes at him and throw a pretzel out of my bowl at him, “friends don’t steal from each other.” “Don’t bake delicious biscuits and expect me not to eat some” he says to you smiling, looking at you with those blue eyes. You look back into them, you could look into them forever. Your eyes meet, and the moment hangs there, magical, electric. Then breaking the spell he clears his throat and looks away from me.

The announcer finished the names and all the nominees are shown on the screen but you can’t help but look at Paul. “And the Oscar goes to,..” Jessica begins, “The Whale”. You audibly groan and Flo gives you a strange look and laughs.

“God I know you worked with him but I didn’t know you wanted him to win that much.” She chuckled as she claps. “Did you even see his movie?”

“Of course I did” I reply, “it was amazing. He was very good.” I drastically lowered my volume halfway through because Brendan began his speech. His face, you can’t get it out of your mind. It was only a slight falter when The Whale was called but it was noticeable.

~

You’re standing at the bar of the Vanity Fair Oscars Afterparty, waiting for Florence to come back. You grab your drink off the bar and turn around to look at the crowd, you scan the room hoping to find a familiar face when you see Paul. Standing halfway across the room laughing with a couple people. Then as if sensing her gaze, he looks up. Their eyes meet.

He excuses himself from the group and walks over to you. There’s a beat of silence as you take each other in. He looks a little rougher, more grown, but his eyes are just as sharp. His blue eyes that I wanted to swim in.

“You look…” he breaks the silence, “incredible”.

“Thank you” she blushes, “you don’t look too bad yourself. White looks good on you.”

He chuckles at her compliment, “thanks.”

There’s an awkward silence. He takes a sip of his drink. “Congratulations on your nomination” I say to him, holding up my drink, “I was hoping you’d win. I saw your movie it was amazing Paul.”

“Thank you. That really means a lot, coming from you.” He says, “It’s good to see you. Really good”

I take a sip of my champagne, studying him. I’m about to say something to him when Pedro Pascal walks over to us.

“Paul hey, could I talk to you for a minute?” Pedro asks, then he turns to me “I’m so sorry could I steal him for just a moment?”

I laugh, “Go right ahead.” I pause for a moment and look at Paul, “It was nice talking to you, I’ll see you later.”

Paul nods, “See you later” His gaze lingers on you until Pedro grabs his shoulder and they turn away. You sit alone at the bar, finishing your drink.

Authors note: Hey this is my first time writing in like a long time so be nice. Lmk what yall think & if you want a part 2. Also feel free to request anything! ~rose

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Hi yall! I’m alive and I want to start writing again.

I’ll write about pretty much any celebrity, once I get back into the groove of writing I’ll make a real list. Please send in requests!! I have an idea for a longer Paul Mescal fic because there is nothing on here about him so look out for that. Love yall, have a good night and good fall break to those in school <3

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Y’all I was AT this game and let me tell you… emotions were felt

MEDIA MANAGEMENT — JACK HUGHES (PART TWENTY-TWO)

notes: surprise! i’m highly aware of how incredibly late this is, believe me! but better late than never!! pretty short, but i’m just getting back into this! hopefully the next part will be longer!

previous: twenty-one

y/ndevils00

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y/ndevils00 well, my favorite boys lost again, 6-1 to the thunder storms.

i hope the hurricanes sleep with their gear on, because i’m out for blood after the way they targeted my main hoe, Nicolas tonight!

anyways, look at my 2 pretty best friends! they disappointed me tonight, but they’re still pretty okay, i guess.

our only goal of the night came from woody the woodpecker in the 3rd period with a nice wrist shot!

and in case you missed it, my second biggest fear did indeed come true this round: jacky lost a tooth. may that pearly white rest in peace. it may be gone, but it will never be forgotten!

it’s okay though because he looks pretty darn adorable and i love him regardless of if he has teeth (please never lose any more of your teeth, i’m begging you to wear a mouth guard) 🫶

tagged jackhughes, nicohischier, dawson1417, john.marino97, miles.wood44

john.marino97 if that’s your second biggest fear, then what’s your first?

y/ndevils00 adam fantilli

lhughes_06 HA! @/adamfantilli

adamfantilli @/y/ndevils00 i’m not scary?!

y/ndevils00 @/adamfantilli AHHHH

jackhughes what the hell is that first pic?!

y/ndevils00 graphic design is my passion 🫶

jackhughes why do you do these things?!

y/ndevils00 because i just love you so much and i want you to know i appreciate you!

jackhughes the tooth is getting fixed as soon as i have the time

y/ndevils00 oh thank god. i love you, but if i wanted to date toothless the dragon, i would’ve gone after Miles

jackhughes i don’t even know what to say to that

dawson1417 i’m so sorry you have to go through this best friend, we’ll try and win on sunday, just for you!

y/ndevils00 thank you best friend! i wasn’t gonna say anything, but since you said it… i don’t deserve this. do better!

dawson1417 oh no. no no no no no. i got a “do better”. those are for john!

john.marino97 HEY!

miles.wood44 at least i got us ONE goal

y/ndevils00 which shocked me ngl

miles.wood44 okay, that hurt

y/ndevils00 good. suffer. think about what you guys have done

miles.wood44 yes ma’am

nicohischier i appreciate the sentiments but you know they’re all taller than you and hockey players, right?

y/ndevils00 so you’re saying you have no faith in me. got it.

nicohischier actually no, i’ve seen you wrestle Trevor. i believe in you.

lhughes_06 next game! i believe it!

y/ndevils00 that’s right! because i may or may not have threatened Lindy to play you next game or i’ll put spiders in his bed and steal all his left shoes

lhughes_06 you scare me sometimes, squishy

y/ndevils00 aww i shouldn’t scare YOU, you have no reason to fear me yet!

lhughes_06 oh- cause that’s reassuring…

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Hey everybody! We need one more girl for our fantasy hockey team! Just DM me if ur interested

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omg omg now i really want to know who the bf is 🤭

Hey! Sorry I’ve been dead. The next part will be a hard launch…

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ur new username Should be iheartbiznasty

i need a new username help i can’t think of one

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My husband keeps giving me the ick

I have the ick but I also love him with my whole heart😭😭he is such a man I can’t

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Part 4 Turcotte sister AU Masterlist

11/1/22

liked by nolan_moyle, jamie.drysdale, mbeniers10, mackie.samo…

yourusername: brother appreciation post because I love my brother so much… no other reason

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_alexturcotte: I love you too? What’s this for? —>yourusername: nothing 🙃

jackhughes: I’ve known you for how many years?? I’ve never seen you be nice to him… —>yourusername: What I’m not allowed to be nice to my favorite brother? —>jackhughes: no. You are not. —> mattboldy: Favorite??? Remember when you pushed him into a pool fully clothed because he “looked at you funny”?

fan: aww they’re so cuteee

_quinnhughes: What is happening —> trevorzegras: RETWEET! —> _quinnhughes: go away

fan: all the arguing in the comments 😭

trevorzegras: little Turc being nice to big Turc? —>yourusername: literally only 12 minutes younger than him. —> _alexturcotte: 12 WHOLE minutes

lhughes_06: This is very unsettling —> edwards.73: Yea bring back mean Y/N!! —> markestapa: MEAN Y/N! MEAN Y/N! 🐐

dylanduke25: a brother is a man or boy in relation to other sons and daughters of his parents

colecaufield: I’m expecting an announcement that will piss him off… —>yourusername: WILL YOU SHUSH. Never telling you anything again.

bsf2: 😍 ahooga —>yourusername: get THE FUCK away from my brother right now

owenpower_: I’m gone one summer and you change personalities?? —>yourusername: Yep! Lobotomy at Claire’s! 🧠

Thombordeleau: Idk what’s going on in Michigan since I left and I don’t wanna know… —>yourusername: come back ☹️ I need to practice French

brendan.brisson: Did you die and come back to life? Why are you being nice to him?

11/2/22

liked by kandre.miller, tyler__duke25, zachwerenski…

yourusername: been busy lately…

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bsf1: OMG A SOFT LAUNCH??? —>yourusername: is that what’s it called… had no idea…

_alexturcotte: So this is what that post was for 😐 WTF

bsf2: so now that you have a bf… —> yourusername: NO YOU CANNOT DATE ALEX GO AWAY —> trevorzegras: Can I date Alex? —> yourusername: I’d prefer if you didn’t

_alexturcotte: WHO IS HE?? DO I KNOW HIM? —>yourusername: no comment —> _alexturcotte: What.

trevorzegras: Who is he? 🔨 —> yourusername: I’ll tell you after I tell Quinner

rutgermcgroarty: Omg I thought we were gonna keep our relationship secret 🤭 —> yourusername: I’m gonna block you and don’t use that emoji anymore

mattboldy: only took him four years… —> yourusername: Matthew shush —> _alexturcotte: FOUR YEARS? Did he go to high school with us??? YOU TOLD MATT??

adamfantilli: when do I get to meet this man? —> yourusername: When he comes to play the red wings ig —>_alexturcotte: SO HE PLAYS HOCKEY 100%????

colecaufield: I know who he is! —> _alexturcotte: WHO TELL ME RN —> colecaufield: its me. We’ve been dating for seven years. She’s the love of my life —> _alexturcotte: just tell me who it is Cole

jackhughes: Well now I wanna know who this is —> yourusername: no, you’ll tell Alex

lhughes.06: still can’t believe HE bagged you —> yourusername: he is very nice TO ME ☹️

_owenpower: You guys are cute ig —> yourusername: thank you giraffe —> _alexturcotte: Why does HE know?? —> yourusername: We’re besties 😒

mbeniers10: Do I know him ???????? —> yourusername: not from college…. —>_alexturcotte: What does that mean WHAT DOES THAT MEAN

_quinnhughes: interesting

markestapa: Wait a minute… —> yourusername: He’s not a Wolverine calm down (nor was he) —> edwards.73: So he’s not in college anymore?? —> yourusername: nope

bsf1: stop messing w these poor boys 😭 —> yourusername: well one of them is lying… —> _alexturcotte: So he’s in the comments? —> yourusername: Maybeeee

Next part will be coming out soon, I don’t have to work for a few days. Ty for all the love. My requests are open!!

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Part 3 Turcotte sister AU

10/17/22

liked by _owenpower, trevorzegras, lhughes_06, bsf1…

yourusername: quick beach trip… (I’m currently in Minnesota for a layover but Matt is not pictured 🙄)

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jamiedrysdale: You gotta come back soon! —> yourusername: just for you Jimbo!

_owenpower: Quick Buffalo trip soon? —> yourusername: I’m not going on vacation to somewhere colder than Ann Arbor

mattboldy: I was not pictured for a reason (I’m embarrassed to be associated with you) —> Yourusername: rude.

_quinnhughes: you got a tattoo? —> yourusername: that I did.

thombordeleau: damn came to Cali and didn’t even visit me 🙄 —> yourusername: no because I actively despise you (next time I come out here I’ll stop in San Jose first)

trevorzegras: you’re not welcome back you trashed my house —> yourusername: I spilled ONE glass of water

_alexturcotte: I don’t get a pic? —> yourusername: No

jackhughes: Where’d you get that Yankees hat? —> yourusername: borrowed it…

lhughes_06: Come back to school please (I’m scared and need help) —> yourusername: 🫡 (scared of what??) —> lughes_06: don’t worry about it (Mark)

edwards.73: THIS IS WHERE YOU ARE?

markestapa: “I’m on the brink of death DONT check on me. I can feel the grim reapers hand coming to drag me to hell” AND YOURE IN CALI? —> yourusername: well to be fair… I was with Trevor so same thing

rutgermcgroarty: Tattoo?? —> yourusername: go away freshman

Sorry I haven’t updated in a little while. I’ve been super busy and annoyed with the bureaucracy of the US government (renewing my passport) the next part is longer, sorry this is short

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Part 2 AU masterlist

9/10/22

Liked by _alexturcotte, owenpower_, nblanks98, jackhughes…

Yourusername: Team 100 photo dump (To get ready for team 101 🥳🥳)

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Brendan.brisson: Are you drunk? Tf is going on with the caption? —> yourusername: No I’m not drunk 🙄 just trying to lighten the mood of impending doom (having to see Mark & Ethan again without Owen)

kentjohnson.13: BIG10 CHAMPS!! —> Nick.granowicz: 〽️

yourusername: Can you tell who I miss more than others? 🤨 —> Owenpower_: Me? —> yourusername: no, giraffe (it’s a lie☹️) —> markestapa: Do you miss me??? 🥺 —> yourusername: I know where you live. I’ll burn ur house down if you ever use that emoji again

lhughes_06: why’d you take a picture of me when I looked like that? —> yourusername: not as bad as Owen looks in that picture… —> owenpower: Why’re you dragging me? I don’t even go there anymore —> yourusername: college dropout…

trevorzegras: why do you take so many pictures of hockey players? —> yourusername: it’s my job? —>trevorzegras: to take pictures of hot men? —> yourusername: WHAT?? HOT MEN!? YOU CALLED THEM HOT

edwards.73: ME AND BRISS!! —> yourusername: Grammar babes. Grammar. —> edwards.73: your one to talk. Used the wrong to In the caption —> yourusername: *YOURE and no I literally didn’t

markestapa: 🐐

jackhughes: do you only post bad pictures of Luke? —> yourusername: am I supposed to show people good pictures of moose?🫎 —>jackhughes: no…

Thanks for all the love on the first part! I woulda posted this earlier but I was at work. I decided who her bf is, just not sure when I wanna soft launch them. (Also sorry this is short and kinda rushed) lmk what else you want from this AU!

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I changed some things in my new AU because I changed my mind about when it takes place. The first part takes place summer of 2022!

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Turcotte Sister AU

Summary: Y/N Turcotte moved to Michigan in highschool with her twin brother Alex, where she met her (his) friends. She now goes to The University of Michigan, where she works with the hockey team and fans speculate she may be dating one of her “friends”. 💕

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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My Masterlist

Short n’ sweet

Turcotte sister AU- discontinued

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New insta AU

Summary: Y/N Turcotte moved to Michigan in highschool with her twin brother Alex, where she met her (his) friends. She now goes to The University of Michigan, where she works with the hockey team and fans speculate she may be dating one of her “friends”. AU masterlist

7/9/22

Liked by bsf1, jackhughes, edwards.73, Colecaufield…

Yourusername: Beach Vacay!

Tagged: Bsf1, bsf2

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dylanduke25: a beach is a strip of land covered with sand, pebbles, or small stones at the edge of a body of water, especially by the ocean between high- and low-water marks.

—> yourusername: if you don’t gtfo of my comments with that shit istg

Bsf1: We look so good here 😍

—> yourusername: We do 🤞🤞

—> trevorzegras: no you don’t 😍

—> yourusername: Stop hating 😒

—> fan: Omg are they flirting??

—> fan: no they’re just friends 😭

Fan: omg so cutee

Bsf2: Loser reading at the beach 😒

—> yourusername: Loser can’t get a boyfriend 😒

—> bsf2: neither can you??

—> yourusername: 🫣

—> fan: omg???

_alexturcotte: put some clothes on

—> yourusername: go away manwhore

—> _alexturcotte: my god. Calm yourself.

—> yourusername: slut. (I’m gonna stop before I get banned 🙄. I’ll text u more insults later)

9/1/22

Liked by bsf2, markestapa, nblanks98, mattboldy…

Yourusername: summer is over! Back to Umich

Colecaufield: why you always taking so many pics of me

—> yourusername: why you no use proper grammar?

—> trevorzegras: why you no love me?

—> yourusername: why you no love women your own age JOHN?

—> Colecaufield: What 😟

—> yourusername: TAYLOR.

—> trevorzegras: SWIFT.

jackhughes: why’d you do me like that?

—> yourusername: I said smile and you got closer to the camera and did that…

_Quinnhughes: Where did you even get that picture???

—> yourusername: the internet 🙄

—>_quinnhughes: sometimes I don’t like you…

—>trevorzegras: I always don’t like her.

—> yourusername: bitch

Markestapa: back to Umich!

—> yourusername: are you even welcome back Mr.Penalty minutes?

—> edwards.73: Are YOU even welcome back Miss.fire in dorm?

—> yourusername: SHUSHHH

mbeniers10:I would like some photo creds for that stupid carnival picture please 🙄

—> yourusername: no shut up

—> mbeniers10:: wow rude

Thombordeleau_: YOU ACTUALLY WENT GOLFING??

—> yourusername: no I just sat and looked pretty in the cart 🙃

—> Thombordeleau: I’m sure you did

lhughes_06: OMG featured!!!

—> yourusername: Are you drunk? You’re supposed to hate me and you’re not old enough to drink LUCAS

—>lhughes_06: not my name

—> dylanduke25: yeah you’re supposed to hate her

Lmk who you want y/n to end up with and if you want some actual fics with this AU or just insta edits! (all pictures are from Pinterest, I don’t own any of them!)

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WE SIGNED TIMO!! ITS TIMO TIME!!