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We can make this work

Will Smith Hockey x Older!Reader

“You’re not that much older than me. We— we can make this work.” Will was insistent about this. He was bringing me to my limits.

I told him to stop flirting with me. Stop trying to make this work. He was 20; I was 24.

“Will, I have a job to do, and I can not be caught in this.” I wave my hands around. “Mess with you! This is incredibly irresponsible.” I mumble, stepping back, trying to get myself away from his space. We were inches apart in this small, stuffy office.

All the more reason to remind me why the fuck I am here in this position with him.

This is my work.

“You’re making things so fucking difficult. Over a number that isn’t even that significant,” he groans loudly. Too loudly for my liking.

I swallow my pride and look up at him. “It is significant, and you know it,” I say angrily, now annoyed with his tone.

He rolls his eyes and walks towards the door, tugging his beautiful curly hair. I groan and stomp my foot childishly.

“You’re like a… Like a friend to me.”

He snaps his head towards me with anger in his eyes.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.”

He sighs and sits down in one of my chairs.

“I don’t care what other people think; I just want to be with you.”

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Luke is serving nerdy bf realness in this video

And it’s caused an overwhelming urge to want to show him various TikToks and make him do stuff 🫶🏻

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VICTOR MANCINI Canucks vs Blackhawks | March 15, 2025

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It's literally 10:50 and I can't use tiktok omg I'm about to crash out

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njd@nyi | 09.11.24

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the girls are gossiping

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Quinn Hughes via GIPHY

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PLEASE WHAT IS THIS

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↳ MAT BARZAL CELEBRATING HIS 21ST BIRTHDAY | 5.26.18

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Luke & Types of hugs

Game win hugs, jumping and hugging and kissing and mumbling how proud of him you are into his neck, him telling you he loves you and thanking you for coming.

Haven’t seen you in a while hugs where you end up sitting on the floor because the hug goes on for so long and eventually your back and neck and arms start to hurt but you’re not quite ready to let go.

I’m sorry about the loss hugs with a soft long kiss, a comforting caress on his shoulder and back and him hiding in your neck to get away from all the people around you.

I saw you this morning but I’m so excited to see you hugs where you’re running towards him and you collide into each other so hard you’re not quite sure how he doesn’t tumble to the ground with you in his arms.

Good morning hugs where he wakes up first, you tiptoeing out into the kitchen to see him standing there, your arms going around his waist and pressing a kiss to the middle of his back. Alternatively, you waking up first and coming up behind you, engulfing you in his arms.

I’m gonna miss you hugs where Luke is leaving for a roadie or away game and you’re both having trouble letting go of the other, your touches lingering and fingers gripping onto everything they might pass, trying to hold onto him and the feel of his body and arms wrapped around you.

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liked by barzal97 yourbff jackhughes and 934,654 others 

y/nbarzal 8 yr anniversary with the man of my dreams 🤩

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barzal97 baby, you looked so good last night 🤤

y/nbarzal lucky we even made it to the restaurant 

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y/nbarzal it was one time tito.. at least lani came out of it 

yourbff took him 5 years to put a ring on tho... 🧐🤨

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_quinnhughes congrats 🎉 

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YALL THIS 😭😭

isn’t it strange? - nico hischier

a/n: this took so long to finish and once again not sure if I even like it but I will perhaps make a bonus epilogue to post later if I get inspired <3 if some things seem vague (re: family dynamics and details like siblings and parents) it’s because I wanted to make it as ambiguous and universal as possible, though this does center around a relatively close-knit family on the reader’s side

word count: 12.7k (good god y’all)

warnings (18+): smut (unprotected), minor alcohol mentions, wedding antics, close family dynamics

teaser / part one

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Things were awkward to say the least when you arrived at the large house your family had rented for the week.

Keep reading

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I JUST FELL TO MY KNEES 😵‍💫😭

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quinn brings her home

quinn hughes x fem!woc! reader 

warnings: not proofread! swearing & kissing

there’s not a single summer that goes by where quinn is taken. sure he’s had his flings and casuals, but none of them were ever real. 

you were real. 

you were everything to quinn hughes. 

you and quinn had met about ten months ago after a devastating loss against his brother’s team, the devils. he was sulking. pouting and whining over this loss. he begged his parents to come to vancouver to watch it knowing they’d say yes. anything for their boys right? 

he felt like a failure. a loser. he knew jack was always number one but he- 

you know what, that is beside the point. 

he saw you dancing with your friends. happy and glowing. he was envious. the jealousy of feeling happy. he wanted to have an ounce of your joy. 

you noticed he was staring but pretended you didn’t see him. in all honesty you wanted to walk over there and ask him what he wanted. 

you knew better. 

that was until he finally approached you and asked you what your name was. 

- 

“you are the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen,” he slurs lightly tipsy from downing too many shots to count. 

“oh my gosh,” you cant help but belt out a laugh. he was so cute coming over here all flushed and excited to talk to you. you felt heat build in your belly. 

“i’m y/n,” you smile stepping closer to him so you could hear over the loud music. 

“y/n” he whispers giggling to himself. “pretty, im huggy” 

“huggy,” you giggle with raised brows. he smiles and blows you a kiss. 

“ok.. it’s actually quinn,” he smiles leaning on the bar. 

you ask to dance. 

he nods. 

you and quinn dance all night before parting ways. you give him your number and hope he texts or calls. or even remembers you. 

of course he did. 

- 

you watch the trees go by while looking through the windows of quinn’s jeep. he squeezes your thigh getting your attention. you look over and smile at him. 

“penny for your thoughts?” he questions. 

“nothing much,” you smile tapping your fingers against his hand on your thigh. 

he stares foward not saying anything. knowing you are lying. he understands your fears. he wants you to share your frustration with him. 

“quinn, im not like the usual girls you bring home,” you say shakily. feeling the knot in your throat you feared you never had to feel again. 

quinn flinches at the use of his name and not baby or babe. 

“sweetheart, i didn’t bring anyone home. well- let me rephrase that,” you giggle lightly at his nervous antics. 

“look, you are the first girl i’ve brought home. sure other’s have met my brother’s but that’s not important. i want you to meet my parents, cousins, and home town friends. i want them to know you. you are everything to me. i need them to know that,” he answered blushing at his own feelings. 

you feel a tear slide down your cheek. you wipe it before speaking. 

“god you’re so romantic,” you mused bringing his hand to your mouth to kiss it softly. 

“i love you y/n,” he whispers seriously. 

“i love you more huggy,” you beamed. 

- 

okay maybe quinn’s little speech in the car was super cute and made you feel extremely loved. this was not going to be easy. you are a woman of color. this is like white people central. we don’t date nhl players they don’t usually like us! 

you looked down at your hands feeling like you’re floating. quinn helps you out of his lifted jeep and you smile up at him fixing your sundress that road up in the car. 

he kisses your cheek before pulling you in front of him so he could walk behind you and hold you securely. 

“quinn!” a woman’s voice shoutes from across the yard. his smile grows. 

you know that she is his mother. you tense at the sight. she gets closer and you take a deep breath. 

“hey ma,” quinn gushes holding you close to his side while hugging his mom. 

she looks over at you and her eyes soften. 

“you must be miss y/n,” she says looking you in the eyes. “you are stunning dear, my goodness,” she praises looking up at quinn. 

he beams with pride kissing the side of your head before ellen agrees to head inside with you two. 

as the night progressed you had met jim, jack and his posse, luke and luke’s best friend dylan. they were all really nice and were very kind. none of them seemed uncomfortable and treated you like family right away. 

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you sat out on the patio staring at the moon as it shines down on the giant lake. you grab your glass of wine and sip it. you hear the patio door open but make no move to see who it is as you assumed it was quinn.

“hey sweetie,” you look up wide eyed at ellen who comes and sits next to you. 

“hi,” you cautioned nervous you’d fuck up. 

“i hope you are feeling welcomed, we were really excited to meet you.” she smiles widely.

“you are all quinn talks about when he calls, no hockey. you first. always.” she laughs and you join her blushing at this new information. 

“he would just gush about how happy you make him and how much he feels loved and secure,” she trembles a little bit. 

“thank you for loving him, he deserves this kind of love,” you nod biting your lip holding back tears. “you know he’s never brought a girl home to michigan,” 

you laugh remembering he said that earlier. 

“yes, he might have mentioned it,” 

she smirks and grabs your hands. “is this okay?” she questions before officially grabbing your hands. you smile and nod letting her hold them. 

“we are so happy you are here, honest to god,” she beams softly. 

- 

“hey pretty girl,” quinn smiles watching you walk into his room. you plop down on his bed and groan into the blanket.

he chuckles tapping your head. you look up and smile dumbly at him.

“thank you for bringing me here,” you praise crawling up towards him. when you reach him you climb onto his lap straddling him.

he places his large hands on your hips rubbing softly on the exposed skin between your shorts and tank top. he kisses your jaw softly moving closer to your lips. he pulls away slowly looking at you with loving eyes.

“i plan on bringing you home everytime,” he smiles placing a soft yet firm kiss on your lips. you giggle and grab his face deepening the kiss.

you stomach growls. there’s silence untjl you both let out load laughs.

“c’mon baby let’s get you fed,” quinn laughs patting your thighs.

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a/n: oh baby p2 will be up this week!! stay tuned

also comment to be added to a tag list!

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oh baby !

dad!trevor zegras x black!fem!reader

friends to lovers to parents

warnings: swearing, kissing, baby, talk of birth, pregnancy, young pregnancy. young parents, traditional parents (of reader), references to smut no actual smut

author’s note: hello everyone. i’m so sorry i’ve been so inactive i had emergency surgery last week so i’ve been dealing with recovery as well as the days leading up to it i was very sick. but!! here is some dad trevor to brighten the day!! i hope you guys enjoy.

trevor was always a goofball. he never took anything serious. this became a problem as he got older. he knew when he was very talkative and liked to crack jokes. he was amazing at it after all. he knew he could get out of anything by simply just, talking or telling a few one liners to save the day.

you not so much. you were dramatic, sue me. you worried about everything. it was in your nature. trevor was never careful. he was never aware of how serious things can get. you solved problems with reason and strategy. you never had a reason to not stress.

trevor was your best friend. the only man you’ll ever let that close to you. you were childhood friends who did everything together. of course you had your girl friends that you loved dearly, but trevor was your soulmate.

september 2019 - Boston University

you loved rainy days. you would spend all day watching movies or even reading. rainy days made you feel zen, at peace.

today was not one of those days.

you sat on the cold tile floor, makeup smeared, and tears lining the brim of your eyes. you couldn’t breathe. this couldn’t be happening.

it was one time. one fucking time.

you shakily lift the third pregnancy test you’ve taken today.

= pregnant

“fuck, this can’t be real,” you sob holding the stick close to you. you shake breathing in trying to hold your sobs in.

it was nearly twelve in the morning and you had class early. you really hope you don’t wake up your roommate but you really can’t stop sobbing. you have only been here for 3 weeks and you already fucked up. you parents were going to kill you. there was no doubt about it. the worst part of this all was the fact that you had to tell trevor.

oh trevor…

you slowly stand up from the floor and set the stick down. you open the bathroom door to see your roommate kayla staring ar you with worry in her tired eyes.

“hey babe what’s going on,” she quietly asks with a hoarse voice from sleeping.

you sniffle before hugging her. “i’m pregnant,” you sob breaking down once again. she gasps and pulls you back.

“y/n, what?” she looks up with wide eyes. you bite your lip nervously handing her the pregnancy test. she looks down at it and sucks in a breath. “it’s trevor’s?” she questions.

you had told her about your little sex adventures with your hometown best friend, not even thinking about the consequences of having raw sex. raw sex with your best friend. raw sex with someone you’re going to lose… your heart breaks at the idea of telling trevor. you don’t even want to tell anyone. you felt trapped and scared.

“he’s.going. to hate me,” you sob in broken sentences. the pounding in your head gets louder the more you cry.

kayla grabs your hands and holds them tightly. she looks into your eyes and tells you a story about her mom. you knew from over the summer and talking to her that her mother was 17 when she had her first child. things weren’t easy but she did it.

“you are so strong, trevor is a good guy,” she smiles softly holding your jaw lovingly. “he’s still your best friend, just talk to him,”

little did she know that the friend ship sailed away months ago after you started hooking up.

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y/n

can we meet for lunch?

trev &lt;3

yeah ofc meet me at frankie’s?

y/n

yeah 11:45 don’t be late

trev <;3

yes ma’am 🫡

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you chew your nails waiting for trevor at the cafe near campus. you look out the window and see trevor walking towards the building. he was dressed in sweats and a hoodie. god he looked so good.

trevor makes his way inside and looks for you. he smiles when he sees you sitting there. you try to cover up the fact that you’re nervous as fuck. he makes it to the table and sits down across from you smiling.

“hey cutie,” he says fixing his beanie.

“hi,” you say quickly avoiding eye contact with him.

he frowns looking at you with confusion. you were never this quiet. sure you were not as loud as trevor. no one was. but you were chatty around people who made you happy. this was odd. this wasn’t you.

“y/n what’s wrong,” he frowns deeper heart beating out of his chest. were you mad at him? was he in trouble?

you sigh feeling the tears starting to well in your eyes. you shakily breathe in and out before looking him in the eyes. “i’m going to tell you something z, you have to promise you won’t get mad,” you say holding back tears.

“yeah, yeah. of course. what’s going on?”

trevor feels sick. what could she possibly have to say. the first thing he thinks of is that you have a boyfriend and you have to stop fucking. that thought quickly brought a sour taste to his mouth. he felt a huge tang of jealousy hit his chest. no other man should have their hands on you. you were his.

you slowly lift up your purse pulling out the three tests setting them on the table. he sucks in a breath, eyes wide looking at the blue and white device on the table.

“are these…” he whispers lifting one up to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. you bite the inside of your cheek nervous.

“yeah, they’re m-mine,” you whisper holding back sobs.

he feels his heart swell up with something. happiness? pride? love? he couldn’t pin point it. this was news that he never thought he’d hear, but he wasn’t one bit mad about it.

“please say something,”

“baby this.. this is crazy,” he smiles looking at you.

“what..?” you breathe a shaky teary laugh.

trevor gets up and moves into the booth with you. he grabs you and pulls you into him kissing your head a million times.

“we can do this. no, we will do this.”

april 2020

you make your way through the halls of yours and trevor’s shared apartment. waddling your way through the days. as covid 19 was taking the world by storm you and trevor have had nothing but one on one time. talking, singing, rapping, reading, you name it. anything to your belly. after 3 months into your pregnancy trevor took you out on a real date and asked you to be his official girlfriend.

your parents were not thrilled with the news. they called you all kinds of names and made you feel extremely small and stupid. they told you that if you dropped out of school they’d disown you. they even went on to say that they don’t know if they can be in your life if you choose to keep the baby and not give it up for adoption. you have cried and cried about your parents not being excepting. you worried day and night about them. heart broken at the fact they didn’t want anything to do with you.

julie and gary have been nothing but loving and supportive. they were scared at first. worried how this would affect trevor’s future. but after getting drafted they no longer worried. they knew their son could take care of you. he was a good man, he takes care of his siblings in ways that made you feel safe knowing he was going to be the father of your child.

your pregnancy was fairly easy you had little trouble. you dealt with little morning sickness and even went to the gym with trevor as often as you could.

july 21, 2020, dylan mae zegras arrives.

8lbs 3oz, 23 inches long. a perfect baby girl. she came quick and dramaticly.

you were watching tv in the living room waiting for trevor to get home. you were slowly packing things up for the big move to anaheim. you felt wettness pool in your pants. you groan thinking it was probably sweat from being 9 months pregnant and sitting with a heated blanket. you stand up slowly feeling a contraction hit you like a truck.

“no, no, no,” you cry holding your belly. “this can’t be happening,” you cry out walking towards the kitchen. you unlock your phone and call trevor. he was at weight training and wouldn’t be home for another hour.

“hello,” you hear him on the other line. just as you were about to speak another contraction hits, harder. “baby are you okay?”

you whimper out a “it’s happening,”