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smiley lando you have my heart

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fish

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this is my favorite picture of the quinn photo dump btw

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almost time to get lost in the memories 🧂💨

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you are genuinely such an angel I love seeing you in my notifs and seeing how positive and sweet you are for everyone you reblog

ohmygosh what if i cry😭 this is so unbelievably sweet, thank you so much🩷 every writer here deserves the kind feedback on their work and so i make sure everyone gets it because as a writer myself, i know how amazing it is. thank you aw!

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I saw a man so beautiful I started to cry 🫠

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oh this was SOOO HOT!! like i don’t even have words wow!

Orally Motivated

From the moment Nate got home, he couldn't keep his hands off of you, not that you were complaining in the slightest. He sometimes just got in these moods where all he wanted to do was touch, touch, touch. Nothing new, you just never knew when you'd get to see this side of him. 

That was when you tried to make your escape from the kitchen. You felt his big, shockingly soft hands grab your hips and pull you right back, his lips pressing to yours as his free hand came to cup the side of your face. 

You pulled away with a small chuckle after kissing back.

"What is it with you today?" You continued chuckling as his lips pressed to your neck. 

"Just need you, baby," he breathed, pressing you to the wall in the kitchen to the left of the pantry. 

"Oh, is that all?" You asked quietly, tugging at the ends of his hair that had started to curl a little, a few soft moans falling from his lips onto your skin.

"Well, we should see what we can do about that, I think." 

You pulled his lips off your neck with a wet pop, then looked up at him, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. You kept eye contact as you pushed your hands up the front of his shirt, dragging your nails down the front of his stomach, watching his head fall back, exposing his neck as he let out a heavier sounding moan. 

Popping the button on his jeans, you pulled at the zipper, stopping when Nate's eyes snapped to yours. 

"W-whyd you stop?" he almost whimpered, his breathing coming heavier. 

Chuckling at how desperate he sounded, you reached into his jeans, brushing your fingers over him. Nate gasped, bucking his hips toward the sensation, his jaw setting and clenching as his eyes squeezed shut tightly. 

"I need you on your knees, pretty girl." 

This time, he whimpered. 

"Not just yet," you tsked, hooking a finger into the waistband of his boxer briefs. Sliding your hand in, you wrapped your fingers around him, feeling how hard he had gotten already. Nate bit down on his lower lip, letting his head fall to your shoulder as you started stroking his cock slowly.

"Holy fuck" Nate spat, his abs flexing as he tried to keep his hips still. His body twitched as he shuffled closer, slowly getting harder while you continued to stroke him slowly. 

"Baby, please, I need your mouth, please." He sounded so wrecked already.

"Okay, okay," you whispered. 

Nate backed up just enough for you to slide down to your knees. Pulling at his jeans, everything came down with it, his cock bouncing freely right in front of your face. 

You knew teasing was a bad idea, but you licked the underside of his shaft to his tip just to see what it would do to him. Nate hissed, his hands finding the wall where your head had been, clenching them into fists tightly. 

"Cmon baby, take me like the good girl I know you are," He moaned. 

The muscles in your stomach tightened at his words. 

Wrapping your lips around his tip, you pressed your tongue right under the head of his cock. The muscles in his thighs tensed, his hips pushing forward slightly as he started feeling the warmth of your mouth. You did just what he wanted and took more of him into your mouth slowly. Nate moaned above you as you started sucking him off, taking his cock right to the back of your throat. The head of his cock touching the back of your throat, making him moan and his hips twitch harder. His hands left the wall above, moving down to the sides of your face, holding your head gently. 

"I'm gonna fuck that pretty mouth, okay, babydoll?" He panted as you nodded, keeping the throbbing tip of his cock in your mouth.

Nate moved his hips quick, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over. He started slowing as you felt his cock throbbing harder, sliding in and out of your mouth, you knew he was so close. Nate slowly slid his thick cock down your throat, holding it in place. 

Your hands moved from where they had fallen in your lap to his thigh, nails digging into his skin harder than you probably intended. 

"Oh shit," He whispered. You choked for a second before he pulled out, your nails still dug into his skin.

"There it is," he smiled as you took a deep breath, a string of saliva still connecting your puffy lips to the tip of his cock. 

"I wanna cum down your throat, baby," Nate rasped, starting to stroke his cock in front of your face.

You smiled, licking your lips, making Nate moan and tilt his head back a little. He kept stroking his cock, his other hand pressing back against the wall above. You wrapped your lips around his cock again, running your tongue over the heavy vein underneath. Nate groaned, pushing his hips closer, sliding his cock right back down your throat. 

"Oh, holy fuck baby," he groaned, his voice picking up a little. Nate pushed deeper again, your hand moving from the outside of his thigh, wrapping around and grabbing the soft, sensitive flesh between his legs. Nate's breath caught in his throat as hot cum slid down your throat, his thigh shook slightly as he moaned, pushing deeper for just a second. He pulled out as he finished growing sensitive almost immediately. 

"Fuck" Nate breathed, his cock softening a little. Reaching down, he grabbed your arm, pulling you off the floor gently. 

"Thank you, baby," he said, smiling, kissing you gently. You pressed back, pulling his whole body against yours a little more. 

"Think it's my turn now," he smirked, squeezing your ass kind of hard.

"Oh, you think so, do you?" You chukled. 

"I just know how wet me fucking that pretty mouth of yours makes you, and maybe when I'm done tasting you, I'll be ready for something a little more." 

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Not writing a fanfic nobody asked for but writing fanfic for yourself and that one other person who is equally insane about the idea

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I will not be discussing how quick I liked this post

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ohmygoddd this was legitimately PERFECT!! such a sweet and heartwarming fic that is written beautifully and truly feels like a warm hug. i’m so 🥹🥹 adored everything about this one

everyone adores you (atleast i do) ✶ qh43

summary ⋆⭒˚.⋆ quinn has just gotten back from a long roadie. he’s tired, hair a mess, eyes barely open — but he’s still grinning as you crawl into his lap with your fake microphone. ready to hold a fake interview with the boy everyone adores (well, at least you do) ⋆

word count 0.8k ⋆.˚

quinn hughes masterlist main masterlist ⋆⭒˚.⋆

the door clicks open just after midnight, and you’re already halfway down the hall.

you hear the bag drop before you even see him.

quinn’s hair is a mess, his hoodie’s half-zipped, sleeves tugged over his knuckles, and he’s holding his duffle like it personally betrayed him. he looks tired — eyes bleary, lips chapped, shoulders a little hunched. the kind of worn-down that only comes from bouncing between time zones and ice rinks and hotel pillows that never feel quite right. his eyes are puffy in that way they get when he hasn’t slept, when he’s running on fumes and coffee and the soft ache behind his temples.

but when he sees you? god.

he smiles like he forgot how to be tired.

“hi,” he says, voice low and raspy, like gravel softened by rain.

you don’t even say it back. you just walk right into him like you’ve been waiting your whole life to do it, like your body doesn’t remember how to exist without his right there.

you wrap your arms tight around his middle, bury your face in the cotton warmth of his hoodie. he lets out this tiny breath — quiet, wrecked, like the weight of the last few days just slipped off his shoulders and into your hands.

and then he holds you.

slow and solid and all-encompassing. arms wrapped around your shoulders, chin resting on top of your head, swaying you both side to side like he can rock the ache out of both of you.

like nothing else matters now that you’re here.

“you smell like airplane,” you mumble into the soft fabric at his chest.

“you smell like home,” he says back, without hesitation.

his hands rub slow circles between your shoulder blades. your fingers fist in the hem of his hoodie. neither of you move, not really, not until he whispers, “can i just stand here for a second?” like he’s scared you might pull away.

“you can stand here forever,” you whisper back.

twenty minutes later, he’s clean and warm and stretched out across your bed, damp curls sticking to his forehead and his legs tangled in the blanket like he doesn’t know what to do with them. he’s blinking up at the ceiling with that soft, dopey post-travel look — like he’s not really sure where he is yet, but he knows it’s safe.

his cheeks are flushed, skin pink from the shower, and he smells like your shampoo. one arm is tucked under his head, the other resting across his stomach like it’s too much effort to move it.

he looks like something out of a dream — if your dreams were full of exhausted hockey boys and too much cologne and hearts so big you could fall asleep inside them.

you crawl onto the bed with a grin already tugging at your mouth and a pen in your hand, holding it like a microphone. your knees brush his side, and he looks over at you like he just remembered you’re real — and not just some beautiful thing he made up on the plane when he missed you too much to sleep.

“quinn hughes,” you declare, straddling his thigh like it’s the most natural thing in the world, “you’ve just returned from a grueling road trip. three cities. four days. how does it feel to be back with your number one fan?”

his head lolls to the side, and he smiles — slow and sleepy, a little crooked, like it’s rising up straight from his chest.

“honestly,” he says, voice gravelly again, “i missed her so much, i almost cried when the plane landed.”

you laugh — soft, delighted, wrecked in the best way. “so emotional. the fans are gonna eat that up.”

“my fans,” he mumbles, already reaching for your waist, “are dramatic.”

“but loyal,” you counter, tapping his cheek with the pen. “they wanna know everything. so, mr. hughes, care to comment on the recent rumors that you are, in fact, the most cuddly man in the league?”

he hums like he’s considering it. eyes flutter shut, a smirk playing lazy at the corners of his mouth.

“i can neither confirm nor deny,” he says, voice barely above a whisper. “but i will be requesting immediate cuddles as part of my post-game recovery.”

you try not to giggle — you really do — but he opens one eye just to check if he got you, and that does it. your laugh bursts out before you can stop it. and quinn? he looks so proud of himself you could cry.

you collapse forward, hiding your smile in the crook of his neck.

“and the rumors,” you whisper, lips brushing against his skin, “that your girlfriend is devastatingly cool, and beautiful, and the love of your life?”

he doesn’t even blink.

“those,” he says, already pulling you closer, “are confirmed.”

you can feel him smiling against your temple. the kind of smile that says i’m home now. the kind that settles in your bones.

you don’t say anything back. just twist your fingers into the fabric of his shirt and breathe him in.

because you don’t need a microphone to know the truth —

everyone adores him.

well, atleast you do.

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posted this before i saw BARZY POSTED?? we need to yap omg

feel like i haven't done this in FOREVERRR but let's do a concept/chit chat night!! send all your thoughts and/or questions in! miss talking to all of you about hockey (and now f1) so excited for everything that gets sent in!

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feel like i haven't done this in FOREVERRR but let's do a concept/chit chat night!! send all your thoughts and/or questions in! miss talking to all of you about hockey (and now f1) so excited for everything that gets sent in!

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ohmygod this was actually perfect like in every single way. the smut was hot but so full of love and the gentle morning moment turning into something so passionate and real between them was absolutely everything. cannot say enough about how amazing this fic is!

MORNING

synop: soft sleepy morning sex

warnings: fem reader, pnv, unprotected sex, really romantic, softcore prn, husband/wife talk, pet names (baby, pretty girl, and more), light praise

👒: 2.5k words

the morning drifted in slow and syrupy, edges blurred like paint on wet paper. the bed cradled you, soft and heavy. lulling your body into stillness, your limbs slack, your eyelids unwilling to open.

the static light of the sun peeking into the room from between the blinds was dreamy. weight rested across your tummy as you rolled to lay on your back. eyes drifting lazily over the ceiling fan– still not really awake.

lando’s arm had found its home across your torso, hand tucked under your waist like it belonged there. he always held you like that, as if you might slip away if he let go– even in sleep. 

his face is tucked sweetly into the side of your neck. his nose brushing the delicate skin, it might have ticked if you weren't so comfortable. your skin tingled, but there was nothing left to feel except the soft hum of satisfaction.

you watched him with all consuming love. his tanned skin against yours, the windswept curls hanging sleepily against his forehead. his hand clenched around your waist– featherlight but claiming. 

his eyes blinked open, wonderfully slow. you watched as his consciousness started kicking in. watched as alertness eased into his facial expression. watched as his first decision of the day was to look over to you.

your eyes connected, filled with sleep and something much deeper. he smiled, seeing you were awake, leaning down to kiss you. lips connecting as you could still taste his smile. 

“good morning pretty girl” he said against your neck as he rolled to lay atop you. resting his waist between your legs, your hands found his hair. 

he hummed contently as your nails scratched light lines in his scalp. joints and limbs relaxing impossibly more, all but melting into you. 

“love you” he said, coated in that morning voice that made you just a bit dizzy. 

he turned his head up to rest his chin between your breasts. you looked down at him, adoration seeping from every one of his pores. in another life, you might have been worried about how you looked from this angle. but not now. not with him, not like this.

“love you more” your lips twitched, wanting to kiss him, but being too happy to move. “you look so hot like this” your hand moved to his face. lightly resting against the bow of his cheek. fingertips ghosting over the bridge of his nose, and the divot around his eyes. 

he couldn't take it anymore. he muscled himself up to be mouth to mouth with you. kissing you with dreams still lingering on his tongue. mouthing slow, and honestly. 

your hands dragged up his sides, really savoring every moment. the kiss held something quiet but burning. you felt it start in your heart and spread throughout you like the warmth of a fever. 

wet lips dancing with one another, as if the stars had made them a pair generations ago. his body was tired, still magnetized to the bed. but with your lips on his, he felt like he could do anything.

reality blurred in and out. time and space contorting into something less linear. like your mind and thoughts had been completely taken over. taken by his mouth, and how it moved against yours. 

he pulled away just long enough to look at you. faces only a foot apart, his eyes studied you. they flicked between different parts of your face, like in just that amount of time, he had forgotten how breathlessly beautiful you were.

every time he saw you felt like the first. especially in moments like these. moments of you that were entirely his own. moments that made him think about forever.

the way he looked at you, like you really mattered, like you were the only thing that had ever mattered at all. 

“wan you to be my husband, need to wake up to you like this every mornin,” you whispered, splittering with desperation that pooled in the deepest part of your stomach.

his mouth was on you nearly before you could finish. kissing you with just a fraction of more pace. more friction. 

“don't talk like that” he told you between kisses. never wanting to be separated by more than an inch. 

he had managed to climb himself up your body. the lower part of his stomach resting just against your crotch. you hadn't noticed it before. your bodies were just close together, and there was no intention behind it. 

now it was the only thing you could think about. your hips flinched before you could stop them. grinding, just a fraction, against him. embarrassment flooded over you like cold water. 

followed quickly by mind numbing heat. lando’s hands had moved to your hips, gripping you tight as he adjusted you both.

pressing his bulge against your sex with the perfect amount of force. friction bumping your clit.

his hips found a slow and agonizing roll. eyes never unlocking from yours. boaring into you with such intensity you felt your head spin. 

he dipped his head to kiss you again. slower, somehow softer. sleep still hung thick in the air as both of your bodies begged the other for support. lando held himself up by his arms, legs still flaccid against the mattress. 

rutting against you, using it to keep himself up right. his lips slurred whilst you kissed. he didn't care how he kissed you, neither of you did. the only thing that mattered was that he was kissing you. 

the length of his cock dragged against your clit, parting your folds as he pushed more into you. you were gasping into his mouth. hips stuttering and breath catching. opening your eyes to see him smirking down at you. pure joy plastered across his face as he had you like this.

exactly where he wanted you.

he dropped his head to your shoulder and continued teasing you through your shorts. you could feel his smile against you, but it all felt too good to care.

the fluidity of the light and colors of the room made you question if this was a dream or not. your blinks were still slow, tired. but every bit of brainpower you had was focused entirely on the outline of lando’s cock sliding between your sex. 

“you gonna let me fuck you?” his voice was ragged, and muffled against you. “gonna let me take you right here, first thing?” he teased.

your head was nodding before you had really even comprehended what he was saying. looking up at him with big wet eyes. you looked almost… pitiful. some dangerous mix of love and desire grew beneath the hardness of lando’s cock. 

he hooked a finger inside your shorts. the back of his knuckle gliding against your slick. wet and leaking through your underwear. your mouth shot open as you felt starved for his touch.

using his thumb to push your shorts and panties to the side, he slowly dipped his middle finger inside of you. teasing the edge with just the tip, and slowly letting you suck him in. your wet heat making it easy for him.

taking his finger so well, he was buried completely inside you and you were still insatiable for more. he pulled it out, as slow as the morning creeped along. diving back in and curling to hit a sweet spot.

a moan was pushed from you. his mouth hovered just against yours. letting you make noise, but being just close enough it was nearly kissing. he looked down at you through hooded eyes. 

your legs separated, opening yourself for him more. your cunt relaxed as he pumped torturously slow in and out of you. you leaked, more lubricant than you needed now. tempting him, daring him to fuck you. 

your brows crinkled and eyes fluttered languidly. the tip of his finger continuously curling into that one spot. 

he pulled from you completely, and you looked like you might cry. devastated at the loss of him. you just looked so sweet, lan couldn't help but reconnect your lips. needing to taste how beautiful you looked. 

he held you, weakly, but enough. you were mush and pliable to his hands now. willing and wanting to do anything he asked. 

his hand raised to your mouth. separating your lips and lightly setting them against your bottom one. you took his soaked fingers in your mouth before you even realized what was happening. 

expecting to find his lips, but finding the taste of your own pussy had you purring against him. you sucked his finger clean without hesitation. air escaped lando’s mouth like he had just seen something holy. 

you let your eyes shut again. content with his fingers in your mouth and the weight he applied on top of you and against your crotch.

he moved to free himself. pulling his plaid pj pants down just enough to have himself springing out. his thumb held your clothes to the side of your slit, the rest of his hand gripping your thigh with strength that would hurt if you didn't need this. 

he grunted as he laid his cock against you. glistening with arousal, he pushed it through your folds, the tip dipping in just barely. enough to give you a jolt of electricity. 

“say what you said earlier” he lined himself up with your hole. you knew what he meant. Instantly. 

“want you to be my husband” your eyes gleamed up at him. his hips moved faster than his head. sinking into you the second that word left your mouth.

every inch sunk inside of you with ease, aided by your begging wet walls. a moan left lando as his eyes rolled back so gently before he closed them. head falling back to your shoulder. letting you support him.

he stayed still, for you both to adjust. you adjusted to the stretch his cock gave you, pleasure tingling at the edges of the pain until it was all you could feel. he adjusted to the pressure and heat of your cunt. doing everything he could to not finish inside you right now. 

but the way your cunt was throbbing around him. maybe you wanted him to.

when he convinced himself he was ready, he could take it, he pulled his hips away just a bit. snapping them back against you the second he felt cold air around his drenched cock. the shift of cold air to your heat was brain numbing. 

his dick moved and twitched against the nerves deep inside you. sleep and pleasure mixing to have you nearly nonverbal. just moans and mewls escaping you as his tip pulled away again. 

he pushed back in, slower now, staring at your heat from his lazy positioning. 

“god, you feel so fucking good”

his mouth parted as you enveloped him again. a weak breath leaving him as your pussy opened even more for him. loosening to take him, to keep him in you as long as possible.

“that's it baby,” his hips found a steady rhythm. only pulling halfway out before he was diving back into you for more. the pattern was slow, stable. soft popping noises every time his hips collided back with yours.

your hands scratched at his neck where his hair ended. keeping him flush against you, relying on him as you supported half of his weight. he perked up enough to look at you. lips brushing against yours, as his pace never changed. 

“again,” the look in his eyes held every other word he might have used to explain. 

“my husband” your eyes lulled, focused only on him, a gentle gaze that held nothing but truth. “you're gonna be,” you leaned forward, kissing him. wet and still, speaking through shared saliva. “my husband.” 

he grunted into your shoulder. head collapsing back down, as the noise was strangled and unstoppable. gritted teeth and a locked jaw couldn’t keep him quiet when he had you spread open like this, begging for forever.

he moved his other hand to wrap under your thigh. spreading them both to be as wide as comfortably possible. your shorts snapped back against him, attempting to close you off, but his cock had other plans. 

he still fucked gently into you, your shorts and panties now dragging along the side of his shaft. a sharp hiss, too much friction. he swore against you. picking up pace to the one you liked. 

angling himself to hit that spot, the one that sent you tumbling over the edge faster than you wanted. he split you wide, faster now, more desperate. you fisted his hair at the back of his neck. 

he had to close his eyes, seeing you was too much. he didnt want to finish before you, but the way you looked right now was fucking exhilarating. 

you clenched around him with muscles too deep for you to be controlling. he knew what that meant. he knew you better than you knew yourself.

“gonna make you my pretty little wife,” his voice was honey dipped and laced with sleep, yet rough at the edges with desire stronger than you could imagine. 

pleasure exploded through you with force. starting from the outer lining of your cunt and pulsing through your body like a heartbeat. your arms and legs wrapped around him and squeezed. clenching every part of you, holding him like a vice. 

you clung to him like you might lose yourself if you didn't. like he was the only thing keeping you together. your ears rang, eyes shut so tight it hurt. every part of you was wound up to its tightest setting, pleasure running its course. 

until you felt warm spurts of lando’s love coat your insides. sending a part of himself so deep neither of you could reach it. touching nerves that had never been stimulated. he came on top of you with a fragile moan. broken yet entirely whole. 

the tightly bound coil loosened as waves of bliss crashed over you. gentle euphoria took hold of your entire body, rocking you in and out of consciousness. 

lando’s breath was the first thing that clawed you back to reality. his face was flushed, ears red and eyes blown like you were god herself. he dipped down to kiss you, his pace slowing to a still. 

his tongue cradled yours delicately. curling and flicking to feel every part of your mouth. 

he pulled away, smiling lazy, but drunk with love. the sleepy morning tugged on his eyelids, asking them to close. 

he laid his head to your chest, listening to your heartbeat. so real, so you. it pulled him deeper, closer, to the spot in your heart that was made for him. 

you smile down at him, his breath keeping you present in the moment. softly in and out, lungs filling and expanding. so alive, so him.

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this hurt but was also so good wow

Just Sex — N Hischier

summary: nico claims it’s “just sex” but doesn’t like you having “just sex” with other people.

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It wasn’t supposed to mean anything. You reminded yourself of that over and over again as you stared at your phone, rereading the text he sent two hours after slipping out of your bed.

“Last night was fun. Hope you didn’t take it too seriously or anything. Just sex, right?”

The words blurred. Your eyes burned. Your chest tightened in that low, familiar way that only disappointment could deliver.

Just sex.

You hadn’t asked for anything more. You hadn’t confessed to the way your breath hitched every time he smiled at you, or how your heart picked up when his hand brushed yours on the couch, or how it felt like home when you were wrapped up in his sheets, tangled in limbs and quiet laughter.

But that didn’t mean it hadn’t meant something to you.

And now, because you had been stupid enough to hope, to read into the way he kissed your forehead afterward or the way he lingered at your door, you were the one left feeling small and ridiculous.

“Just sex,” you mumbled to yourself, tossing your phone to the side of the couch with a bitter laugh. “Right.”

It started casually. You and Nico had always flirted with the edges of something more, dancing in that dangerous space between best friends and something else. You’d been close for years, the kind of close where you knew how he took his coffee, when he needed space, and exactly how to cheer him up after a rough game.

So when things finally tipped, when the moment came, it wasn’t messy. It felt natural. Like the most obvious thing in the world.

You were both a little tipsy. The team had won in overtime, and the celebration spilled into Nico’s apartment like it always did. You stayed late, lingering after the others filtered out, ending up shoulder to shoulder on his couch as the city fell quiet around you.

One minute you were laughing, and the next his lips were on yours.

And you let him. Because you wanted it. Because you had wanted him.

And because some stupid, hidden part of you thought maybe he wanted you too.

But now, staring at that message, all of it unraveled. He hadn’t kissed you because he meant to. He hadn’t stayed because he wanted to.

He had just needed something. Someone. And you had been there.

You didn’t answer his text. Not that night. Not the next day. You needed space. Needed to pull yourself back together before you could face him like none of it mattered.

But silence didn’t stop Nico. He texted again two days later.

“Did I do something wrong?”

You didn’t reply.

Three more texts followed. One asking if you were okay. Another saying he missed you. The last one simply said your name.

You stared at that one for a long time. You thought about what to say. You drafted a dozen different responses. You even typed out the truth once, fingers trembling as you wrote, It wasn’t just sex for me.

But you deleted it.

Because if it wasn’t just sex for him, he would have said so.

Two weeks later, you were out with friends, trying to pretend like your heart wasn’t still bruised. You let a guy buy you a drink. You smiled when he complimented your dress. You let him dance with you. And when he asked for your number, you gave it to him.

You weren’t trying to make Nico jealous. That wasn’t the point. You weren’t trying to prove anything.

You just wanted to feel wanted. Desired. Like more than a warm body someone could leave behind with a text.

So when that guy, Ryan, texted you a few days later and asked to come over, you said yes.

He kissed you with his hands on your waist. He was polite. Sweet. He didn’t pretend to care more than he did, and maybe that was what you needed.

Because if Nico could have just sex, so could you.

It didn’t take long for Nico to find out.

He showed up to your apartment unannounced, like he had done a hundred times before, only this time when you opened the door, his face wasn’t relaxed or smiling. His jaw was tight. His eyes were hard.

“You weren’t answering my texts,” he said, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

You crossed your arms, keeping your distance. “Maybe I didn’t feel like talking.”

He looked around like something might jump out at him. “Someone else here?”

“No,” you said flatly.

“But someone was.” He said it like an accusation.

You didn’t confirm it. You didn’t have to.

His face twisted. “You seriously hooked up with that guy?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”

“Because it’s—” He broke off, running a hand through his hair. “You didn’t even tell me.”

You let out a breathless laugh, disbelief flooding your chest. “Tell you? Are you serious right now?”

He stared at you, silent.

“You made it very clear what we were, Nico. Or what we weren’t. So no, I didn’t think I needed to run it by you.”

“I didn’t think you’d actually go and sleep with someone else.”

“Why?” you snapped. “Because I was supposed to be waiting around in case you wanted more ‘just sex’?”

His face fell.

You shook your head. “You don’t get to be mad. You don’t get to act like I did something wrong when all I did was listen to you.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he said quietly.

You stepped back, heart pounding. “Then how did you mean it?”

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

That was all the answer you needed.

You nodded. “Exactly.”

You turned away, biting back the sting behind your eyes.

Nico didn’t move. Didn’t say anything.

[fallinallincurls]

Just worked a wedding and was informed in the beginning that the grooms brother was a famous hockey player, and I was like whatever that’s not my kinda celebrity, but at the end of my shift I decided to look him up and found

a) several TikTok edits

b) several TikTok edits shipping him with other hockey players

And so I decided to look him up on the REAL indicator of fame and

I want to extend a formal apology I had no idea I was in the presence of an actual celebrity

[fallinallincurls]

Taylor Swift + glasses