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Making up after a break up I Nico Hischier ⚡️🔥🌺5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

Summary; Nico Hischier is undeniably a gifted hockey player. However, amidst the fame and great attention, he must remain grounded and attentive to those who love and support him.

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; break-up to make-up; Smut 18+; fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside;

Other notes; Please, don't ask me why reader always has to fight with Nico 🙈 I blame the prompts 🤍 I know, my so-called "angst" is just a poor as my summaries - nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this ❤️

Word count; 4.1K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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"I’m sorry, but it’s not like I can control it. It’s part of the job!" Nico's voice was louder than usual, his frustration evident as he stood in the spacious living room, fists clenched at his sides.

The atmosphere in your apartment was thick with tension, as your boyfriend, Nico Hischier, had just come home after the New Jersey Devils were eliminated in the first round of the playoffs. A game where you should have been there to comfort and support him, but tonight, all you felt was anger and frustration.

"Well, you don’t exactly have to encourage it either!" you shot back, your voice rising to match his. The argument was heated, and a part of you knew it was reaching a point where there was no going back. The faces of the women who constantly surrounded your boyfriend were still vivid in your mind, and you just couldn’t push them away and let it go.

"It's not my fault that you’re just jealous," Nico then retorted, his eyes narrowing as he stared at you. You could sense how frustrated he was as well, and both of you sensed that this fight would not end well.

"Oh, I’m sorry that I love my boyfriend and want to spend time with him! Please excuse me for caring!" The words came out sharper than you intended, but you were beyond caring at this point. All the pent-up emotions of the past several months were pouring out, and everything was boiling over.

Your heartbeat quickened with every passing moment, coupled with a high pulse and tears pressing on, yet you were determined not to let them show. You were not going to let him win this. 

But then the words Nico thought, but didn’t intend to speak, blurted out before he could stop them. "Well, maybe it would be a lot easier if I wasn’t your boyfriend then." His expression shifted, hardening.

The room fell into a stunned silence. It felt as if the air had been sucked out of the space, leaving you both gasping for breath as the words hung between you, sharp and final.

"You really mean that?" you asked, your voice now lower and trembling. Despite the heat of the argument, something within you hoped he would take it back, say something to reassure you. But he just stood there, silent, and resolute. So, you took a deep breath, silently giving him another chance to say something, while a tear trailed down your cheek. "Fine," you then finally spoke softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "If that's how you feel, then maybe we shouldn't be together."

Nico's eyes flashed with something you couldn’t quite place—regret, anger, sorrow, or maybe something else entirely. But still he said nothing, and that silence was more painful than any words could have been.

So, without another word said, you turned and walked to the bedroom, grabbing a bag, and stuffing it with whatever clothes and essentials you could find. You just needed to get out, to be anywhere but here.

And as you left the apartment, you glanced back at Nico one last time. But still he was just stood there, looking lost and defeated. But more importantly, he didn't stop you, and that hurt more than anything else.

The next few days were a blur of tears, anger, and regret. You replayed the fight in your head over and over, wondering how it had come to this. You had stood by Nico through everything—the gruelling travel schedule, the constant media attention, the physical toll of his sport. But the jealousy, the feeling of being second to his career and the women who flocked to him, had been too much.

You had tried to rationalise it. You knew Nico couldn't always help the attention he received. He was a professional athlete, a public figure after all, but the way he seemed to bask in it, the way he never turned it down—that had been the breaking point. You had wanted to feel special, to feel like you were the one who mattered most to him. Instead, you had felt like just another fan in the stands, easily replaceable. Like a groupie he’d occasionally sleep with – and even that, he didn’t do with you.

So, as you sat in your new, temporary home, staring at the blank walls, the realisation hit you. Despite the hurt and humiliation, despite how shattered you felt, you still loved him. And that was the most painful part of all.

But for now, you had to focus on picking up the pieces of your life. Maybe in time, things would change. Maybe Nico would come to his senses, or maybe you would find the strength to move on. Either way, you knew you had to find yourself again, to remember who you were without him, and only then could you decide what your future would hold.

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The months following the breakup were incredibly tough. To be honest, they were horrible. It felt like your heart had been torn in two and clumsily put back together, yet the shattered glass left by the breakup couldn't be hidden. You had to live with the cracks in the foundation, hoping that over time, they’d slowly fade and become less painful. Or perhaps one day, you’d grow so accustomed to the pain that you wouldn’t feel it anymore.

The worst part, however, was that it was nearly impossible to avoid Nico, especially since your social circles overlapped so much. Friends' gatherings and small post-season team events turned into emotional minefields. Every encounter tested your resolve, challenging you to maintain the façade of being cool and collected. And as you tried your best to move on, Nico did the same, each of you masking your hurt with smiles and casual conversations.

Yet, every time you saw him, a pang of sadness struck you, which was even worse when you noticed the regret in his eyes, the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't paying attention, making it clear he was hurting too.

To your great luck though, during the rest of the off-season, Nico then went back to Switzerland, and you thought the distance might help you heal. However, to your own great surprise, his absence only made your heartache more pronounced. The reality of the breakup sank in deeper, and you spent many nights questioning your decision, wondering if things could have been different.

Meanwhile, Nico was undergoing his own transformation. Conversations with some of the other players and their partners opened his eyes to the truth he’d been avoiding. They told him about the worries you’d shared with them months before the breakup, how you’d tried to brush off your insecurities and jealousy but eventually couldn’t bear it any longer. And hearing this from others slowly made him realise just how much he’d taken your love and support for granted and how blind he’d been to your feelings.

One evening, after a particularly enlightening conversation with a teammate’s partner, Nico sat alone in his apartment, replaying the last few months in his mind. He knew he’d been enjoying the attention from the media and fans, perhaps a little too much, and the attention he’d received from women had gone to his head. All the flirtatious looks, the light touches on his arm as they complimented his play—it had made him feel invincible, more important than just a captain to his team, but it had also blinded him to what was truly important—you.

He remembered the countless nights you’d stayed up late to greet him after a game, the way you always had a kind word or a comforting touch, even when you were exhausted from your own long day. He thought about the times you’d been at his side during his high moments and the times you’d held him through the lows. And as he lay alone, letting the memories flood his mind, he realised he’d never reciprocated that level of devotion. He’d been so wrapped up in his career and the attention that came with it that he’d failed to see how it was affecting you.

So, in the weeks that followed, Nico found himself reaching out to friends and family for advice. He spoke to his parents, who reminded him of the values they had instilled in him—humility, respect, and gratitude. They encouraged him to think deeply about what he wanted in life and who he wanted to share it with.

And back in New Jersey, you were on your own journey of self-discovery. You reconnected with old friends, picked up hobbies you had abandoned, and spent time reflecting on what you wanted from a relationship. 

Then as summer slowly turned to autumn, you found yourself feeling stronger and more centred. You began to enjoy your own company and rediscovered passions that had been side-lined during your time with Nico. And while the pain of the breakup still lingered, it no longer dominated your every thought.

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It all seemed to be going just well, but with the new season just around the corner, the team had organised a big event with partners to celebrate. And naturally, you were invited.

You hesitated at first, unsure if you were ready to face Nico in such a social setting – and single. But after some encouragement from your best friends, you decided to attend. So, you dressed carefully, wanting to look your best and show that you were doing just fine, even if your heart still ached at the thought of him.

The venue was buzzing with excitement, filled with the familiar faces of the team and their partners, all laughing and chatting. With a drink in your hand for comfort, you did your best to mingle and immerse yourself in the event, though it was hard to ignore the knot in your stomach. Especially when you saw Nico walk in with a date, casing your heart to sink. Yet, you forced a smile, determined not to let it ruin your evening.

You tried to act mature and collected, however, you still spent most of the night avoiding him, keeping to the far side of the room whenever he was near. You focused on chatting with friends, laughing at their jokes, and even indulging in a few more drinks to steady your nerves. But as the night slowly wore on, fate had other plans. And as you stepped into the hallway to catch your breath from the loud, wonderful atmosphere, you nearly collided with Nico, coming face close to his chest.

"Oh, hey," he said, looking as surprised as you felt.

"Hi," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady as you stood up straight. 

There was an awkward silence, the air thick with unspoken words between you, with only the cheerful noises of the event in the background humming. But then finally, Nico broke the silence.

"How have you been?" His voice was low and timid, yet you sensed the emotions he was trying to hide.

"Alright, I suppose," you said softly, trying your best not to let the stirring sensation within you surface. But as he just stood there, saying nothing else, and you noticed his date chatting with Timo in the background, you couldn’t help but let out a comment. "But apparently not as good as you…"

Nico immediately caught the direction of your eyes, turned for a brief moment before looking back at you. And it seemed as if that had pushed a button within him.

"Come on, Y/N… I know I said the final words, but you wanted to break up with me," he said, his voice tinged with frustration, as his eyes starred directly into yours. 

"Yes, because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you,” you said, more firmly than intended, crossing your arms defensively. The words came out quickly and before you could stop them, your emotions almost bubbling to the surface.

"What?" Nico's eyes widened, a small flicker of hope in his gaze. “You still love me?”

You were slightly baffled by his question. 

"Of course, I still love you..." you then replied, your voice softening as you let out a deep sigh, though unable to hold back the tear welling in the corner of your eye. “Nico, all I wanted was for you to love me… to show me you cared…”

“But I do care,” he quickly responded, almost blurting it out reflexively. Nico just couldn’t hide the fact that he’d been missing you deeply, despite his best efforts through the night. “Y/N, I love you more than anyone… none of them matter to me… I swear…”

And it was in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. As you both stood there, you slowly came to realise that the feelings between you had never really disappeared. 

But with the defensive walls you’d built over the past couple of months, you tried to walk away to gather your thoughts. You didn’t want to allow yourself to be vulnerable, risking get hurt all over again. However, Nico was quick and grabbed your hand, pulling you back towards him. 

And before you could react, his lips were on yours, the kiss passionate and intense.

You tried to push him away, anger still lingering from the past within. But Nico's grip just tightened, pulling you closer to him. And as much as you wanted to resist the temptation, you couldn't deny how much you had missed him. So, with a sigh, you simply surrendered to the kiss.

You felt a flood of emotions as the kiss deepened, all the hurt and longing pouring out. It was just like coming home after being lost for so long, feelings of warmth and comfort embracing you. And when you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, staring at each other with a mixture of surprise and relief.

"Come with me," Nico whispered against your lips, your breaths mixing in the small space between you. 

“What about your date?” you asked under your breath, still gasping for air. 

But Nico just curved a little smirk at the corner of his lips. “Doesn’t matter – Timo can show her out… you’re more important now…”

And you couldn’t help but simply nod, your heart pounding as you stood so closely with the man, you’d long believed to be the love of your life. “Alright…”

“Let’s get out of here then.”

Nico didn’t even let you breathe and respond to his suggestion. Instead, you both just quickly excused yourselves from the event, following his footsteps out into the cool night air and swiftly into his car. The ride to his place was a blur, both of you eager to be alone as the magnetic force between only grew stronger and more intense by the second. And as soon as you walked through the door to the apartment you once called home, he quickly pulled you into another fervent kiss, his hands roaming your body, desperate to make up for lost time.

And you were equally eager to feel Nico against you. Everything about him felt like comfort and home - his touch so familiar, and the connection between you natural and effortless. So, neither of you wasted any time, your hands moving under each other's clothing, eager to undress and let your skin touch.

Though you had done this so many times in the past, tonight felt different. It was as if you’d fallen in love anew, and this was the first time you were allowing yourselves to feel each other. Yet, everything went by pure instinct. Both of you knew exactly which buttons to push, and before long, you were back in sync; Nico’s lips were attached to yours at all times as you both climbed under the sheets into missionary position, consumed by lust and desire, exploring each other.

And while engaged in a heated kiss, your tongues dancing with one another, your hand found his hardening member, stroking it gently to get it fully hard and ready. Meanwhile, Nico’s skilled fingers found their way to your core, gently caressing your folds and sensitive flesh as he alternated between paying attention to your clit and delicately probing your entrance.

Soft moans escaped you both, humming into the kiss and letting out deep breaths when you needed to part to regain air. The room was hot, filled with the smell of sex, and despite how good the gentle touch of his hand felt, you craved more. And fortunately, Nico didn’t keep you waiting long.

“Oh yes,” you breathed out as he eased two fingers inside you, gently stretching and massaging your walls. It was just as you remembered, the curve of his thick fingers easily seeking out your sensitive spot as he pumped them in and out. And as you felt the pleasure starting to build within you, your hands instinctively sought the back of his shoulders to grab on to for support.

Yet, it still wasn’t enough. Though Nico was skilled with his fingers, there was something you desired more. “Nico, baby… I want…” you moaned softly under your breath, letting the pleasure slowly consume your mind. “I want you inside me.”

However, as much Nico felt his cock pulsating, in desperate need of release, he also wanted to make sure you felt so good before he gave in to his own desires. Just like he always did. 

So, leaning in closely to your face, his breath so near your ear you could feel the shiver it sent down your spine, he spoke huskily, “Let me make you come first.” 

And you couldn’t say no to that.

So, letting him work his magic, you simply allowed yourself to relax into the mattress, your hands still holding tightly onto his shoulders as he increased the speed of his pumps. And at this point, you simply stopped holding back your noises, letting the pleasure take over and closing your eyes as he pushed you closer to the brink of climax.

“Fuck baby… missed your moans so much,” Nico complimented, his eyes intensely watching you squirm and whimper under his touch, your core getting wetter with each motion.

“Mmm yes…” was all you could moan, as the orgasm approached, your toes curling as your mind became hazier.

And as soon as Nico felt your muscles clenching around his fingers, he knew you were close. Knowing just how to bring you to that blissful peak, he scissored his digits at just the right angles, causing you to let out a louder moan and your body to lightly tremble.

"Fuck yes!" you gasped for air as the climax took over. Your walls tightened, sending your mind into a high, your juices spraying just enough to cover Nico’s fingers and hand as you arched your back, savouring the moment the orgasm took hold.

It felt nothing short of amazing. And despite Nico having done this so many times before, this felt heavenly, almost like a drug you’d been addicted to, gone through rehab, and now were back reaching the high you’d been longing for.

And as you lay there, slowly coming down from the high Nico had caused you, you couldn’t help but smile. "Oh… how I missed your touch," you almost cried, a whimper of pleasure escaping as you let out a deep breath.

Leaning over to place a tender kiss on your lips, Nico let out a dark chuckle. "Oh, I’ve missed playing with your body as well, baby..."

There was a momentary pause as he delicately withdrew his fingers, allowing your centre to relax. But with his pulsating cock proudly hard and eager, Nico wasted little time before gently guiding the tip against your entrance and effortlessly sliding himself inside you.

"Oh, yes..." he moaned deeply, savouring the comforting warmth of your inner walls, embracing him snugly as he gradually delved deeper into your depths.

Nico was convinced that your bodies were made for each other. Always had been and always would be. No woman before you had ever felt so seamlessly connected to his own, and he couldn’t imagine sharing this intimacy with any other woman in the future.

Though the position was simple, your bodies moved in harmony, his hips meeting yours with each thrust as moans reverberated and pearls of sweat formed on your skin. There was simply no greater pleasure than this reunion, where heartfelt emotions flowed freely after being pent up for so long.

And when you timidly suggested a change in position, indicating a desire to be on top, Nico swiftly flipped you both over, bodies still intertwined as you established a steady rhythm, rolling your hips as you rode him towards his own climax.

It was sheer perfection. Your hands instinctively found their place on his muscular chest for support, while his palms rested on your hips, gently guiding your movements to increase the pace slightly. And you complied willingly. Sensing your second orgasm approaching, you eagerly quickened your pace, releasing intense, deep breaths as you pressed your knees into the mattress, driving your movements with determination.

And Nico was nearing his peak as well. The tightness around his eager shaft, combined with the sight of your naked form above him and the melody of your moans, propelled him closer with each passing moment. Then acting on pure instinct, he swiftly pulled himself up to a sitting position, capturing your lips in a fervent kiss while his hand found its way into your hair, maintaining a firm grip around your neck. Pressing his forehead against yours, he held your face close to his, sharing breaths as his eyes locked onto yours.

"Never letting you go again... ever..." he growled softly, his climax imminent.

And equally on the edge, you responded with a simple vow. "Never..." you murmured, your hands returning to his shoulders for support as you maintained the intense rhythm.

With his other hand bracing behind him to steady himself, Nico instinctively tilted his hips upward slightly, just enough to stimulate your G-spot and draw a soft whimper of pleasure from you.

"Yes, oh yes... Nico... I'm gonna... gonna come..." you cried softly; your eyes almost unable to stay open as you rocked each other's worlds.

"Ja, schätzi... come for me... come with me now!" he urged, his voice filled with passion.

And it didn’t take much longer for both of you to unleash deep, resounding moans, waves of pleasure engulfing you as you soared into ecstasy together. Like often before, Nico released his cum into your depths, your walls eagerly tightening around his sensitive member, as your juices blended. It was perhaps the most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced, fuelled by the fiery passion and longing for Nico’s touch once more.

As the pent-up tension, anger, and frustrations from months past finally dissipated, you allowed yourselves to remain connected, slowly descending from the peak of ecstasy. It took a moment, the intensity lingering as both of you were deeply overwhelmed, and only gradually regaining control of your breath, your lungs filled with air and your minds cleared, your gaze met in a somewhat hazy stare, and a smile of pure bliss creeping onto your lips.

It was an exquisite sensation. Even as you slowly disentangled yourselves, a sense of euphoria enveloped you, finding solace in the pillow beneath your head as Nico did the same. For several minutes, your eyes remained locked, no words exchanged, the intensity of your passion simply speaking volumes.

And after the fervent lovemaking, you found yourself nestled in his arms, your head resting against his chest, right where you belonged. For the first time in a while, a sense of tranquillity washed over you, while Nico's fingers gently traced patterns on your skin, a serene smile gracing his lips.

"Nico," you then softly broke the comfortable silence. "Are you sure this is what you want?" you asked tentatively, needing reassurance. “To get back together…” 

But Nico had no doubts. Feeling your presence again was something he had yearned for deeply, and now, he was determined never to risk losing you ever again. "More than anything," he replied earnestly, his voice brimming with sincerity. "I know I messed up before, but I won't make that mistake again. I love you, and I want us to be together."

And as you looked up at him, you only saw truth in his eyes. "I love you too, Nico. And I want us to be together as well, but we need to work on this, to make sure we don't fall into the same patterns."

He gently nodded. "I know. We'll take it one step at a time. But I promise, I'll do everything I can to make this right."

And as you snuggled closer, you felt a sense of hope. The road ahead wouldn't necessarily be easy, but for the first time in a while, you felt like you were on the right path. And with Nico by your side, you knew you could face whatever challenges came your way. 

[cellythefloshie]

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written by @cellythefloshie updated 2023/09/25.

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【 Ｐｉｔｔｓｂｕｒｇｈ　Ｐｅｎｇｕｉｎｓ】

ꜱɪᴅɴᴇʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱʙʏ

ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴊᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇʀ’ꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ꜱɪᴅɴᴇʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱʙʏ…🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 【 Ｓａｎ　Ｊｏｓｅ　Ｓｈａｒｋｓ】

【 Ｓｅａｔｔｌｅ　Ｋｒａｋｅｎ】

ᴠɪɴᴄᴇ ᴅᴜɴɴ

🎶  Indicates his time spent with the St. Louis Blues.

ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ ᴅᴜɴɴ 🔥🎶 💖☀️✏️ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ 💖🖍️ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ 🔥🚺🎶📝 ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍ 🔥💖☀️✏️

ᴀʟᴇx ᴡᴇɴɴʙᴇʀɢ

ᴀ ᴅᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴇx ᴡᴇɴɴʙᴇʀɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 【 Ｓｔ　Ｌｏｕｉｓ　Ｂｌｕｅｓ】

【 Ｔａｍｐａ　Ｂａｙ　Ｌｉｇｈｔｎｉｎｇ】

ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴇʟʟɪ

ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴄɪʀᴇʟʟɪ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʀɢɪɴɪᴛʏ… 🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ 🔥✏️

ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀɢᴇʟ

ᴀ Qᴜɪᴄᴋɪᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀɢᴇʟ… 🔥💭 ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏɴ ʜᴀɢᴇʟ ᴠᴏʟᴜɴᴛᴇᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴀ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ ʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 12 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴍᴀꜱ - ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ🔥❄️✏️ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ʙᴏɴᴅᴀɢᴇ 🔥🖍️ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ 5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ ✏️

ʙʀᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ

ʙʀᴀʏᴅᴇɴ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ʀᴇꜰᴜꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ᴀ/ʙ/ᴏ 🔥✏️

2020-2021 ʀᴏꜱᴛᴇʀ

🎬- extended scene of the previous chapter ❌ - deleted scene 🔄 - different POV of the previous chapter ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅ ᴡɪꜰᴇ🔥💖💍📝 01  | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 🔄 |  09 | 10 ❌ | 11  | 12  | ❌ | 🎬 |  13  | 14  |  15 | 🎬 | 16 | 17 ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 🔥❄️🖋️ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇ 🔥❄️✏️ *500 ɢᴏᴀʟ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ʙɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ 🔥📝

【 Ｔｏｒｏｎｔｏ　Ｍａｐｌｅ　Ｌｅａｆｓ】

ᴍɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀɴᴇʀ

ᴍɪᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀʀɴᴇʀ ʟᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴏᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ… 3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ 🖍️

ᴀᴜꜱᴛᴏɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜᴇᴡꜱ

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ʙʟᴏᴡᴊᴏʙ 🔥🖍️

ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ with William Nylander. ɢᴀᴍᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛ 🔥 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ part 1 🔥💖 ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ part 2 🔥

ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ɴʏʟᴀɴᴅᴇʀ

ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ᴛʜɪɢʜ ʀɪᴅɪɴɢ 🔥🖍️ 【 Ｖａｎｃｏｕｖｅｒ　Ｃａｎｕｃｋｓ】

【 Ｖｅｇａｓ　Ｇｏｌｄｅｎ　Ｋｎｉｇｈｔｓ】

【 Ｗａｓｈｉｎｇｔｏｎ　Ｃａｐｉｔａｌｓ】

ᴛᴊ ᴏꜱʜɪᴇ

ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀɴɴʏ ᴅɪᴀʀɪᴇꜱ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ 🔥🖍️

ᴛᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ

ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏᴍ ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ… 🔥💭 【 Ｗｉｎｎｉｐｅｇ　Ｊｅｔｓ】

ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ ʙᴀʀʀᴏɴ

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢɴɪɴɢ🔥🚺📝

ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʟᴏᴡʀʏ

ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʟᴏᴡʀʏ… 🔥3️⃣0️⃣0️⃣💭 ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛʟʏ ᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ʟᴏᴡʀʏ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴇᴀᴍᴍᴀᴛᴇ’ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ… 🔥💭 12 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴍᴀꜱ - ꜱɴᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɪɴ🔥❄️✏️ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022 - ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ 🔥✏️ ᴄʟɪɴᴄʜᴇᴅ 🔥💍✏️

ᴍᴇ & ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴄʜʀɪꜱᴛᴍᴀꜱ 🔥❄️🤝🚺📝 ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ & ʏᴏᴜ 🎁☀️🚺📝 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴏʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ extended cut 🔥 ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙʟᴜᴇ

[frozensnetwork]

frozenbroadway: About last night... 🫶🧁❄️ Our Frozen company celebrated 5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ performances and joined in for a super duper hygge celebration filled with fond memories and 500 cupcakes from @favor_desserts. Sending the warmest hugs to our cast, crew, and production team for continuing to bring our story to life. ☃️

[ruki--mukami]

*plap plap plap plap plAP PLAPLAPLAAPLAPALAPALAPALA-*

EYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

did i hear…… that SOME ONE ☝️🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵 JUST HIT…….THE BIG OL NUMBER FIVE HUNDRED⁉️⁉️‼️❗️‼️⁉️❓❓❔❓‼️⁉️‼️❓❓5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣⭕️💯💯💯💯💯💯💯

YIPEEEEEE!!!!!!!

CONGRAPLICATIONS MOOTIE WOOTIE WOOOOOOOOOO IM HAPPY TO BE A PART OF YOUR 500 WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"...?!"

The Vampire was too stunned to speak.

"It's you again... What are you doing here? No, more importantly, you'll pay for breaking down my door. As a light punishment, I expect you to repair it yourself, as well as sweeping all this needless confetti off the floor. Nevertheless, you'd be correct—recently there has been a milestone worthy of brief celebration. Broken entrance and chaotic mess aside, I do appreciate the congratulations. Thank you."

🧩 HKGFHFGHFG OKAY OKAY I KNOW YOU PROBABLY WEREN'T TALKING TO HIM BUT I JUST FOUND THE IDEA OF SOMEONE KICKING THE MUKAMIS' DOOR OPEN HILARIOUS. THANK YOU SO MUCH MICRO CELEBRITY SIMP MONEY FOR THE CONGRATS, IT'S HONESTLY SUCH A JOY TO SEE YOU AROUND AND I LOOK FORWARD TO MORE OOC AND IC INTERACTIONS WITH YOU IN THE FUTURE AND WHO KNOWS MAYBE WE'LL SEE THE MICRO CELEBRITY TURN INTO A MACRO ONE— REMEMBER ME WHEN YOU'RE FAMOUS PLEASE 😔💖 🧩

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5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ Club Champion shoutout 🙌 . It is a great day because we get to celebrate the achievements of yet another awesome member of our little F45 community. . Have you met Laura? We call her Loz. She now holds a special place in our hearts because she is part of our 500 session champions club. . Loz joined us over 2 years ago and has been an important part of our community ever since. She is always happy to have a chat, except when it is time to lift heavy. Then it is game on 💪 . Congratulations on reaching this milestone Laura. Great work buddy. Enjoy that free month of training.

[misshoneyimhome]

「5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION」

“So you think my legs are just going to magically spread open for you?" I Andrei Svechnikov 🌺 5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

Summary; Andrei is keen on asking you out, but considering the typical traits of famous hockey players, you've made a mental note never to be swept off your feet by any of them.

Tropes & warnings; No warnings; reader's working for the Carolina Hurricanes; sort of friends-to-lovers; just fluff really

Other notes; Alrighty babes, so next up for the 500 followers celebration we've got none other than #37 Andrei S. 💓 Truth be told, I wanted to do something like an enemies-to-lovers thing, but I just couldn't with this sweetheart 😉 Still, I hope you like it

Word count; 1.9K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

・✶ ｡ﾟ

Another night. Another home game. Another round of work.

You had been working with the Carolina Hurricanes for a few years, and even though you were just an assistant helping with game preparations and clean-up, you felt like nothing less than a part of the hockey family. The players were always friendly, treating you like one of their own, and you simply enjoyed the camaraderie, the playful teasing, and the way they appreciated your hard work.

Some players had even grown closer to you than others, and one in particular stood out: Andrei Svechnikov. It wasn't just his skills on the ice but also how he seemed genuinely interested in you.

From the moment Andrei had seen your sweet smile, he’d been captivated. He admired how you handled your tasks with efficiency and grace, always ready with a kind word or a quick joke. And over time, his crush only grew stronger, yet he didn’t know how to make a move. So he just watched you from the corner of his eye, noticing all the little things: the way you bit your lip when you were focused, the way you laughed with your whole body, and the way your eyes sparkled when you were amused. All these small details only intensified his feelings.

And while not entirely knowing how to handle his own feelings, he, like many young guys on the team, resorted to occasional flirting, trying to get your attention without coming on too strong. He’d make sure to catch your eye during practice, offering a wink or a smile, and he’d find excuses to talk to you, asking for your help with something trivial just to hear your voice. Sometimes, he’d even leave small gifts in your work area – a protein bar, a coffee, a note with a silly drawing – always signed with a simple "A."

You, however, weren’t easily impressed. You knew the reputation hockey players had and had no intention of becoming another story in their dating history. You’d heard the tales of their exploits and the endless parade of girls vying for their attention, and you simply didn’t need to be another notch on anyone’s bedpost, least of all a professional athlete’s. Besides, you liked your job and didn’t want to complicate things with a messy romance.

Yet, despite your resolve, there was something about Andrei that intrigued you. Maybe it was the way he seemed genuinely kind and respectful, never pushing boundaries. Or perhaps it was how he listened when you talked, giving you his full attention as if you were the only person in the room. There were even moments when you caught yourself watching him, appreciating the way he moved, the determination in his eyes, the easy grace with which he handled himself both on and off the ice.

But  sill, you kept your guard up, distancing yourself with playful banter and cheeky remarks. Whenever he tried to flirt, you’d respond with a teasing comment, deflecting his advances with a laugh, as it was just easier that way, safer. You didn’t want to risk getting hurt, and you certainly didn’t want to become just another girl on his life.

Andrei, on the other hand, was determined to show you he wasn’t like the rest. He was so much more, and his feelings for you meant something to him. He respected your boundaries, never pushing too hard, and always making sure you were comfortable. His patience was unwavering, and his interest in you was steadfast, so he wanted to prove that he was different and that he cared for you in a way that went beyond superficial attraction.

And the challenge only made him more determined, as he found himself thinking about you more and more. How could he show you that he was serious, that he was genuinely interested in who you were, not just what you looked like? It was a question that kept him up at night, but one he was determined to answer. So, he continued his quiet pursuit, hoping that one day, you’d see him for who he truly was.

However, your defence mechanism didn’t make it easier for him. Your playful banter and cheeky remarks were a strategy that allowed you to maintain a comfortable distance. So when Andrei commented your work, it only made it more difficult for him to get past your walls. Every time he approached you with a compliment, you’d respond with a teasing, “Careful, Svechnikov, flattery may help with ladies out there, but in here, it will get you nowhere.” Even if he simply asked about your day, you’d throw in a cheeky, “Why, planning to steal my job?”

It wasn’t easy for Andrei to make a proper move on you, but as time went on, he kept his hopes high. He even practised a few English phrases that might help when the day finally came for him to ask you out.

And fortunately, that day wasn’t too far away.

_

One evening, as you were packing up equipment after a game, Andrei lingered nearby, as he’d often done before. The locker room was mostly empty, with the other players having already left or showered, and that’s when he gathered the courage to approach you, his usual confidence mingling with a hint of nervousness.

"Hey, need any help with that?" he offered, his accent colouring his words charmingly.

You looked up, slightly surprised that he hadn’t left like everyone else. "Oh, Andrei, you don’t have to do that. I’m almost done anyway." You flashed him a soft smile.

He couldn’t help but smile in return, leaning against the doorway. "I don’t mind. Besides, I wanted to talk to you."

And that made you raise an eyebrow, your curiosity piqued. "Oh? What about?"

Andrei hesitated for a moment before gently stepping closer to you, leaving only about a metre and a half between you. "I was wondering if you’d like to go out sometime. Just us. Maybe dinner?"

You chuckled, shaking your head slightly. "Why?"

It wasn’t an immediate no, he thought to himself, though he felt a slight disappointment when you questioned his intentions.

"So we could spend some time alone together," he emphasised, trying to flash a confident smirk, hiding any hints of nervousness.

However, that only made you think one thing.

"What... is this a bet or something? You ask me out on a date, and you think my legs are just going to magically spread open for you?" You grinned slightly, convinced that the other boys had set him up to it or something.

Andrei's face immediately turned bright red, clearly taken aback by your bluntness. "No, no! That’s not what I meant at all. I just... I really like you y/n, and I want to get to know you better. I’m not like what people say about hockey players. I promise."

You studied his face for a moment, trying to see any hints of falseness or sincerity in his eyes. And so, for a moment, you let your guard down, sensing he might actually be different. "Hmm… Alright, Andrei. One dinner. But if you try anything, you’ll be back to carrying your own gear. Got it?"

He couldn’t help but smile, a sense of relief washing over him. "Got it. I’ll be on my best behaviour."

And as you finished packing up, Andrei helped, and the two of you exchanged playful banter. Maybe, just maybe, he was worth giving a chance.

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The next day, you found yourself thinking about the upcoming dinner more than you’d like to admit. You replayed the conversation in your mind: the way his eyes lit up when you agreed, the genuine relief in his smile. And it was enough to make you wonder if perhaps you had been too quick to judge him.

And when the evening finally arrived, Andrei gallantly picked you up, looking more nervous than you had ever seen him.

“Wow, you look… krasivaya…” he muttered under his breath as his English failed him.

“Thanks,” you smiled softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear as you felt your cheeks blush slightly at his compliment. “You look quite good yourself.”

Standing there in the outfit you’d chosen for the night, it seemed that everything was suddenly changing, feeling more soft and romantic compared to the friendly banter you’d been playing at for months, if not years. Similarly, Andrei had chosen to dress up, trading his usual team gear for a smart, casual outfit that suited him well. 

And aware of your fondness for casual dinners, the restaurant he had chosen was a cosy Italian place, far from the glitzy spots the players usually frequented. It was intimate, with soft lighting and a warm atmosphere that quickly put you both at ease.

Throughout the evening, you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected. The conversation flowed easily, and you discovered sides of Andrei you hadn’t seen before. And as the night went on, you realised that maybe, just maybe, you had been too quick to judge. Andrei was different from the image you had of a typical hockey player, and you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope that this could actually be the start of something special.

Throughout dinner, he was nothing but attentive, asking questions and genuinely listening to your answers. He shared stories from his childhood in Russia, his journey to the NHL, and the challenges he faced along the way. In turn, you found yourself opening up more than you expected, sharing your own dreams and fears. 

So when the evening slowly drew to a close, Andrei naturally walked you back to your place. And as often happens in situations like this, there was a moment of hesitation at your door, both of you lingering, not quite ready to say goodbye.

“I had a really good time tonight,” you admitted, surprising yourself with the honesty in your voice. Your eyes were locked on his, a new form of intimacy connecting you both as you’d enjoyed the evening more than you’d expected, just the two of you and away from hockey.

“So did I,” Andrei replied, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He couldn’t help but feel the intensity of the pull he felt towards you, yet he also reminded himself to be patient and, as he’d promised, be on his best behaviour. So, he restrained himself, settling to only imagine what it’d feel like having your lips against his. Instead, he took a deep breath before continuing, “I meant what I said, you know. I like you and want to get to know you better. I’m not like what people say about hockey players—at least, I try not to be.”

You couldn’t suppress a timid smile, feeling a warmth spread through you. “I’m starting to believe that.”

It was the truth. The evening with Andrei had been nothing short of amazing, and the more you got to know him, the more you started to trust his intentions. And just like that, as if drawn by a magnetic pull, you slowly and very gently leaned in towards him, closing the small gap between you as you let your lips delicately touch his.

It was brief, almost innocent, as you shared this sweet, intimate moment. And as you then slowly pulled back, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, mentally hoping that next time, he wouldn’t be on his best behaviour.

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“No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.” I Joseph Woll 🌺🔥5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

Summary; You and Joseph Woll share a wonderful bond - a bond that might just be so strong that none of you dare to risk ruining it. However, one evening, Joe just can't hold it in any longer.

Tropes & warnings; best friend!Joe; friends to lovers - no warnings; (idk, maybe language?)

Other notes; I do apologise if I've written anything close to this before, however, I do just really love this sort of trope - and hopefully, it's still enjoyable 🙏🏼 So much love for our sweet goalie 🤗🌺

Word count; 2.9K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Joseph Woll was undeniably your closest friend. In your eyes, he was the epitome of kindness, and you couldn't help but adore and stand by him through every game, sharing in every triumph as well as every setback. You simply cherished the bond you shared, relishing the relationship and closeness, even though it never strayed beyond the boundaries of friendship. 

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You had known Joseph ever since his early days with the Maple Leafs, where you had been introduced through a mutual friend. Initially, he was just another aspiring hockey player striving to carve out his place, and you were simply thrilled to get to know him, even if only briefly. However, it didn't take long for you to see the kind heart beneath his competitive exterior, and as time passed, your bond only deepened, evolving into a connection that felt as natural as breathing.

Your relationship was swiftly built on late-night chats, shared jokes, and unwavering support. So, when Joseph returned to the Leafs, you were already there, right at the front, cheering louder than anyone in the crowd. And whether celebrating triumphs or enduring defeats, you remained his constant, the person he could always rely on.

You attended nearly every game you could – especially if you knew he’d play first goalie – often wearing a Leafs jersey with "Woll" proudly displayed on the back. And while others started to notice your constant presence, many assuming you were a couple, you both knew the truth – you were just friends, albeit very close ones.

Spending time together outside the rink was one of the highlights of your friendship. Whether it was a quiet movie night at your place or a lazy Sunday afternoon baking at his, the comfort and ease between you were undeniable. Yet, amidst these moments there were subtle gestures – the brush of his hand against yours when passing the popcorn, the way he’d tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, or the lingering hugs that lasted just a second longer than necessary. These moments were filled with a tension that neither of you acknowledged but both felt.

Yet despite the constant whispers and assumptions from others, Joseph always made it clear how much he valued your friendship. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you,” he’d express, genuine fondness colouring his words. “You’re my rock.”

And each time, you’d smile, brushing off any deeper implications. “That’s what friends are for, right?” you’d reply with a soft smile, though quietly longing for something more.

Believing that Joseph viewed you solely as a friend was simpler, as he frequently emphasised the significance of your friendship and how much he treasured it. Thus, you opted to keep your feelings to yourself, satisfied with the deep connection you both cherished, even if it meant hiding the occasional longing that haunted your sleepless nights. 

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What you didn’t realise, though, was that Joseph was grappling with his own struggles and had developed a significant crush on you over the years. However, to avoid jeopardising the cherished friendship between you two, he was attempting to create some distance, even though whenever he spent time with you, everything seemed perfect, and he found himself falling even more deeply.

You meant so much more to him than you realised. And it pained him especially to witness you getting hurt, as you had a bad habit of attracting the wrong kind of partners – men who simply failed to recognise your incredible qualities. They would charm you with sweet words and false promises, only to exploit your kindness and leave you feeling used and abandoned. And Joseph was always there to console you and provide a shoulder to cry on, yet each instance tore him apart inside.

He wanted to protect you, to shield you from pain, and show you what genuine love truly entailed. However, fear held him back – the fear that confessing his feelings would change everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

Yet, he frequently found himself gazing at you when you weren’t looking, his heart swelling with unspoken sentiments. The sparkle in your eyes when discussing something you were passionate about, the warmth that radiated from your laughter, and the gentle kindness you extended to those around you – all captivated him. Each time he witnessed your smile, his heart skipped a beat, and every tear you shed felt like his world crumbling. You were his everything, even if you weren’t aware of it, and he would go to great lengths to keep you in his life, even if it meant concealing his true feelings indefinitely.

He just treasured your friendship too much to risk it, and therefor he concealed his feelings. At times, he even withdrew slightly, attempting to manage the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, and despite your notices and inquiries about his well-being, he maintained his casual and composed facade, offering a reassuring smile while his heart suffered in silence.

However, as the burden of his secret weighed heavily upon him, Joseph gradually recognised that he could reach a breaking point at any moment. And then, one night, he found himself unable to contain it any longer.

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The atmosphere in the arena was thick with disappointment as the Leafs suffered a 3-1 defeat against the Bruins in the fourth game of the playoffs' first round. Samsonov had started as goalie, but only shortly into the third period, Joseph was called onto the ice, and despite his efforts, the outcome remained unchanged. And now, with the Bruins leading the series 3-1, the Leafs faced a battle for survival in the upcoming playoff game.

The only silver lining for Joseph that night was your unwavering support. However, this time, you weren't alone. You had brought along a date—a guy you'd recently met, chatted with for a few weeks, had some casual coffee dates with, and now wanted to introduce to your everyday life, including Joseph.

And initially, the idea seemed promising, and you were genuinely pleased when he agreed to accompany you to the game. Even as the match unfolded, your date appeared to be enjoying himself.

But when the final buzzer signalled the Leafs' loss, the weight of disappointment hung heavily in the arena, and as you made your way down to meet Joseph, you sensed that perhaps this wasn't the ideal moment for introductions. But there was no turning back now. So, when you saw Josephs’ crestfallen expression, you did your best to offer a gentle smile as you approached him and embraced him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Joe..." you spoke softly, giving him a light squeeze before pulling back and meeting his gaze with empathy. “You did so amazingly!” You knew your words couldn't fully heal his wounds, but as always you wanted to express your unwavering support and lighten the mood, even if only slightly.

And in response, Joseph managed a faint smile. "We gave it our all, right?" he sighed deeply, to which you nodded.

"Look on the bright side, there's still a chance for redemption. It'll be a tough fight, but there's hope.” You flashed him a soft smile. “And knowing the Leafs well enough, I’m sure there's a good chance you'll make a comeback."

With those words, it felt as though you had magically lifted the weight from the room just a little. Even other players managed soft smiles as they shared moments with their partners and families, and sensing that the tension had eased, you took the opportunity to introduce your date to your best friend.

At first, things seemed to be going smoothly. They exchanged handshakes, greeting each other with content smiles as they acknowledged the roles, they both played in your life. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something tense about the situation. And unable to pinpoint exactly what it was, you felt a pang when your date suddenly attempted to inject humour by making a snide comment about your relationship with the team. Fortunately, you managed to brush it off, though his words stung. Yet, it was when you felt an urgent need to visit the ladies' room that the atmosphere of the evening took a sudden turn.

"So, you and y/n... you're just friends?" your date asked Joseph as the two of them were left alone, the hallway slowly emptying out.

"Yeah... why do you ask?" Joseph inquired, curious about his intentions.

"Oh, nothing... you just seem... you know, really into her," your date remarked with an overly confident smirk, as if trying to assert dominance in a game with your best friend.

However, Joseph wasn't in the mood for games anymore. He was tired and disappointed by the loss, so he simply shrugged. "Sure, I mean, she's an amazing person, so... yeah, I guess I like her."

"Well, why don't you just make a move on her then?"

Joseph's eyes narrowed at the smart remark from the stranger.

"What do you mean? We're friends, and you're the one dating her..." he felt a little puzzled.

"Oh, come on, man," the guy chuckled darkly. "She's great and all... but to be honest, she's just a good fuck."

Joseph was utterly taken aback by his words. How could he say something so disrespectful straight to his face? You were his best friend, and this guy was talking about you as if you were some casual acquaintances he was merely hooking up with, completely disregarding your feelings. Did he not realise you were dating?

"What are you talking about?" was all Joseph managed to ask, feeling the anger boiling within him, fuelled by the disappointment of the loss.

"What I said... she's nice, but I'm just looking for a good fuck, that's all," your date grinned again, his smirk growing even wider and more arrogant by the second. "Actually, I was hoping to score with some other girls here... like that one over there," he pointed to a tall brunette chatting with Auston. "She's more my type... y/n, she's just... I don't know, like girlfriend material or something—and that's not what I'm after."

Joseph couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart raced in his chest, his fists clenched at his sides as he took a step closer to your date, his voice low and menacing. "Are you fucking serious right now?" he practically growled. "She's not someone you can just toy with and treat like shit. She's an incredible person, and she deserves far better than someone like you."

Your date looked slightly surprised, muttering something under his breath, as he hadn't anticipated Joseph responding with such force.

Nor had anyone else. Those still lingering in the hallway turned their heads towards him, their eyes widening as they heard the typically sweet and composed goaltender suddenly raise his voice, brimming with intensity.

"Well, if you care about her so much, then be a man and actually do something instead of pretending like you're not in love with her," your date shot back.

You hadn't caught a word of their exchange, but as you returned to the two men, you immediately sensed the tension that had developed between them.

"What's happening?" you asked, curious about the atmosphere.

But the two men just simply continued to lock eyes, before Joseph, being the good guy yet again, decided to diffuse the situation.

"Nothing," he replied, but you didn't buy it for a second.

"Is that so?" You turned to your date, raising a brow as you noticed his overly confident smirk, a sign that he realised Joseph wouldn't stoop to his level.

"Of course," he chuckled lightly. "Joe and I here are just having a man-to-man chat..."

An awkward silence hung in the air, and you weren't sure how to break free from it. But then, your date attempted humour again, and once more, it fell flat. He even followed it up with another arrogant remark, causing the heat to boil over. 

"Just needed to check if there were any other players that were in love with you – or maybe you’re just sleeping with the rest of them."

But that was the final straw for Joseph. And as if acting on instinct, like another person was I control of his actions, he swung his arm, landing a clenched fist right on the guy’s nose, causing your date to stumble back with force, clutching his nose, while a shocked gasp escaped your lips. The sudden violence caught you off guard, leaving you frozen in place, unsure of what to do next, as you had never experienced Joseph act like that. 

And quickly, you stepped forward, placing a hand on Joseph's chest in an attempt to calm him down. "Oh my god, Joe," you gasped, your voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?” 

He merely just stood there, chest heaving with anger though also feeling a sense of satisfaction, as he had finally released the pent-up frustration that had been simmering since your date's first disrespectful comments about you.

Meanwhile, the corridor erupted into light chaos as nearby onlookers gasped and murmured, some about to intervene while others watched wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. But there was no need for panic. Despite no one ever expecting for Joe to act that way, the situation seemed to be swiftly calming. 

And to no one’s surprise, there was a palpable awkwardness in the air as your date looked shocked by Joseph's actions. However, upon realising that you had defended your friend rather than him, he simply huffed. "Guess I see where your loyalty lies..."

But you couldn't help but shoot him a glare, placing the blame squarely on his shoulders for the situation with his disrespectful comments.

"Always," you simply retorted.

And with that, your date straightened his coat and quickly made his exit. 

Then turning your attention to your best friend, who had just behaved in a way you'd never witnessed before, your eyes reflected concern.

"Hey... are you okay?" you repeated softly. 

But Joseph just took a deep breath, his gaze dark as he met yours. "He was out of line, and he needed to be called out on it..."

You were left speechless, unable to fully grasp the gravity of what had happened. Joseph had never displayed such anger, particularly not on your behalf. And his tone with you was something entirely new.

"Joe..." you started, but he cut you off, his frustration still evident, not allowing for you to come up with any more excuses or defences for the jerks you chose to date.

“No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.” Joseph's voice was unwavering, stern as he locked eyes with you.

Filled with emotions as he swallowed, suppressing the lingering tension, you kept your hand on his chest, while the two of you gradually calmed from the intensity of the situation, and the crowd around you slowly dispersing.

"Why..." you breathed out, your voice barely audibles above a whisper.

"What do you mean, why?" Joseph frowned his brows, his voice still firm. 

"Why did you stand up for me like that?"

"Because I fucking love you! Alright?"

Joseph's confession crashed over you like a wave, leaving you stunned and rooted in place. You gazed at him, trying to comprehend the weight of his words, as the intensity in his eyes was unlike anything you'd seen before, a raw and honest declaration that shattered every barrier you'd erected between friendship and something more.

And for a moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in the dim corridor. The sounds of the murmurs of bystanders became distant echoes as you focused entirely on Joseph.

"Joe," you whispered again, your voice filled with emotion, "I... I don’t know what to say..."

And slowly, Joseph's expression softened, his gaze searching yours for any hint of understanding. "You don't need to say anything, y/n. I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing him disrespect you like that... it just broke me. I love you – I always have - and I can't bear the thought of anyone treating you with anything less than the respect you deserve."

Tears were starting to brim in your eyes as the truth of his words settled over you. All those shared moments, the laughter, the late-night talks, the unspoken support – they all took on new significance, as you realised that the feelings, you'd buried deep inside were mirrored in Joseph's heart.

And this time, it was you acting on pure instinct, almost leaping to reach Joseph, who towered over you, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the distance between you and almost clashed your lips to meet in a heartfelt kiss.

It was a moment you both had yearned for, and now it was finally happening. Joy surged through your body as you let your lips linger on his, moving softly and gently as he too wrapped his arms around you and held you close. And upon pulling apart to catch your breath, both of you couldn't help but smile widely.

"I've loved you too, Joe... for so long,” you breathed softly, your eyes locking with his once more. “I just never really believed you'd feel the same way about me," you confessed.

Relief and joy washed over Joseph's face as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "Of course, I do... y/n, you mean more to me than anyone... and I've always wanted to tell you, but I was too afraid of losing you," he murmured.

And as you held each other closely, the tension of the evening melted away, replaced by a newfound clarity and purpose. Then pulling back slightly, looking up into his eyes, you couldn’t suppress a light chuckle. 

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Because we're idiots," Joseph simply chuckled, before pulling you in for another kiss.

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Other notes; So, I know this was simply supposed to be a mood board, but I just couldn't help myself 🤍 I do still hope you enjoy it @laurenairay 🤗 Lots of love to our favourite fridge! And thank you for participating in my party ❤️

Trope; friends to lovers

Word count; 614

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“You say we’re just friends - but friends don’t know the way you taste” I Freddie Andersen 📸🌺

I love it when you call me señorita I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya But every touch is ooh, la-la-la It's true, la-la-la

The beach teemed with the vivid colours of the setting sun, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. The rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air, creating a soothing melody that seemed to sway with the gentle breeze.

You and your best friend Frederik Andersen strolled along the water's edge, the sand warm beneath your feet. It was a familiar sight, one you had shared countless times before as friends. But tonight felt different, charged with an electricity you couldn't quite explain.

As you walked, you couldn't help but notice the way Freddie's hand brushed against yours with every step, sending tingles racing up your arm. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke volumes, igniting a spark of something new and unfamiliar between you.

"You know," Freddie broke the comfortable silence, his voice soft and thoughtful, "everyone always thinks we're dating."

You chuckled, the sound blending with the gentle lapping of the waves. "I know, right? It's like we're practically inseparable."

Freddie nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "I don’t mind it, you know…” he continued, his tone a little more serious now, "although I know we're just friends."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, a rush of warmth flooding through you. Could it be that Freddie felt the same way you did?

But before you could dwell on the thought any longer, Freddie stopped suddenly, turning to face you with a determined look in his eyes.

"Let's go for a swim," he suggested, gesturing towards the water. "It's the perfect way to end the day."

You nodded eagerly, a thrill of excitement coursing through you. So together, you waded into the cool, refreshing waves, the saltwater enveloping you in its embrace.

And as you swam further out, the sky above transformed into a canvas of vibrant colours, casting a warm glow over everything it touched. It was a moment of pure magic, and you found yourself lost in the beauty of it all.

But as the water deepened, a sense of vulnerability crept over you, the vastness of the ocean stretching out endlessly around you. You glanced at Freddie, a flicker of uncertainty crossing your mind.

"It's getting deep," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper.

But Freddie was already beside you, his steady presence grounding you in the midst of the unknown. Without a word, he wrapped his strong arms around you, pulling you close against his chest.

"It's okay," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. "I've got you."

And in that moment, with the sun sinking low and the water enveloping you both, something shifted between you. The line of friendship blurred, and all at once, you were acutely aware of the closeness between you.

As if drawn by an invisible force, your face came closer to Freddie's, your eyes locking with his. In that silent exchange, everything changed.

And then, without a word, Freddie gently closed the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was like coming home, a feeling of completeness washing over you as you melted into each other's embrace.

The world around you faded into insignificance as you lost yourself in the moment, the only thing that mattered the warmth of Freddie's touch and the love that blossomed between you.

Then pulling apart, you had to gasp for air. "You say we're just friends," you murmured, your voice trembling with emotion, "but friends don't know the way you taste."

“I know… so maybe we’re not just friends.” 

And just like that, you leaned in and captured his lips in another kiss, sealing the unspoken promise of a future filled with endless possibilities. 

[misshoneyimhome]

500 Followers Celebration 🥳

Oh, I don’t even know what to say at this point 🤍 You babes are the reason why I do this, and for that, I'm incredibly grateful 🙏🏼

So to lick our wounds from the Leafs' playoffs exit, I’ve decided to throw another celebration party 🥳

[No, it’s not a Leafs fans-only party - in this house, we embrace a diversity of fan bases (though if you're a Bruins fan, you might want to stick to the bar) 😉]

And yes, I know I’ve mentioned that my inbox is bursting with amazing ideas - but that doesn’t keep me from popping the champagne 🍾

So, the idea is much like last time, where I present you all with a few lines from my prompt list and then your task is to help me assign players to them 😉

There aren't any particular rules to this; although I've attempted to update my 「Request guidelines」 for the players you can select from - Other than that, feel free to mix and match however you like 😊

I'm thinking I'll have 10 spots available and will update the list until all spots are filled. How does that sound? ❤️

I hope you're all up for another party with me! 🥳

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THE LIST IS COMPLETE 🤗

1. “No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.” I Joseph Woll  🌺

2. “You say we’re just friends - but friends don’t know the way you taste” I Freddie Andersen 📸

3. "So you think my legs are just going to magically spread open for you?" I Andrei Svechnikov

4. "Making up after a break up" I Nico Hischier ⚡️🔥🌺

5. "Laying on their lap as they play with their hair until they fall asleep" I Freddie Andersen 

6. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget that guy's name” I Simon Benoit ⚡️

7. “You can rest your head on me, I don’t mind.” I Quinn Hughes

8. "I am done. I'm done waiting for you." I Freddie Andersen 🌺

9. “so you think my legs are going to magically spread for you?” I matthew tkachuk

10. Cross me - “If you cross her, then you cross me” I Joel Farabee ⚡️

11. AU INSTAGRAM [Soft/Hard launch] I William Nylander 📸 5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

12. Joseph Woll 📸

13. “You can rest your head on me, I don’t mind.” I Joseph Woll

14. “If you cross her, then you cross me” I Matthew Knies ⚡️🌺

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My warrior - Laying on their lap as they play with their hair until they fall asleep I Freddie Andersen 🌺(⚡️)5️⃣0️⃣0️⃣

Summary; It's a role reversal for you and Freddie as you witness him losing his usual calm demeanour for the first time. Despite typically being the steady one, tonight you must be the rock for him, offering support and stability in his moment of vulnerability.

Tropes & warnings; Frederik Andersen x reader, established relationship; no hard warnings; mention of soft sexual behaviour, sexual intercourse;

Other notes; This part of the celebration is dedicated to all the fans of Freddie out there! 🤗🌺 I know it's a bit brief, and this beloved man deserves an abundance of affection, but I hope you still sense the heartfelt emotions I aimed to express in the post 🤍

Word count; 1.9K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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You had never seen your boyfriend Frederik Andersen in a fight before. Sure, he’d been in a few scuffles and had thrown his 6’4” and 238 pounds around in the crease, but an all-out brawl? That was new. Tonight, though, was different. The match against the New York Islanders had been intense, with tempers flaring on both sides and the tension palpable from the very start, with heavy checks and scrappy plays that kept everyone on edge.

And as the second period progressed, the score was 3-2 to the Hurricanes and the atmosphere in the PNC Arena was electric. You could feel the energy of the crowd, a mix of anticipation and anxiety, like a storm waiting to break. The Islanders’ forwards were pressing hard, the defence had to be sharp, and it was during one of these heated moments that it happened. An opposing player took an extra whack at Freddie after he had covered the puck, pushing him over the edge.

Before you could even fully process what was happening, gloves were off, and fists were flying. And Freddie, usually the calm and collected type, was right in the thick of it, trading punches with the Islanders’ enforcer as he was forced down onto the ice. His eyes, normally so serene, were now blazing with intensity, while the benches cleared as players from both teams rushed to support their teammates, creating a chaotic melee on the ice.

The crowd erupted, half cheering, half screaming in shock. You watched with bated breath, heart pounding in your chest, as Freddie held his own, showing a side of him you’d never seen before – fierce, unyielding, protective. He wasn’t just fighting for himself; he was standing up for his team, making a statement that they wouldn’t be pushed around.

Finally, the referees then managed to pull the combatants apart, and Freddie, slightly battered but unbowed, skated to his position in front of the goal. And as he passed by, he glanced up into the stands, his eyes meeting yours for a brief moment. There was a flash of a smile, a silent reassurance that he was okay, and you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a swell of pride and affection.

It was a night to remember, a night when you saw a whole new side of Frederik Andersen – the warrior beneath the calm exterior.

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You had always known Freddie as the calm, towering goaltender for the Carolina Hurricanes. Ever since you met him just over a year ago, he had been a steady rock, his tranquillity almost intimidating. Sometimes, you wished he would break his façade and reveal his true self. Yet, as you got to know him better, you realised it was simply his nature.

He was very much your opposite; always grounded, with few words from his perfectly pink lips, and his breath always steady. In contrast, you were more of a chatterbox, constantly talking and probably oversharing - at least with those you felt comfortable around. When meeting new people, you were initially reserved and held back, but as people got to know you, you’d gradually open up, eventually letting your mouth run freely.

And Freddie had always thought you were the cutest. You were like a dachshund compared to him being a large Golden Retriever. Even from the first time you went shopping together, you dashed from store to store, eagerly picking out clothes to try on for both of you, and Freddie couldn't help but smile. You were nothing but adorable, especially with your caring and generous nature, and it was that quality which had captivated Freddie from the start.

Your energies simply balanced out. He was the easy-going, focused, and serious goaltender, while you were the energetic, supportive, and caring girlfriend. It was a perfect match.

Tonight, however, Freddie had lost his temper and broken from his calm façade, something he’d never shown you in this way before. Yet, to his great surprise, you became the calm one; the person he could now rely on to comfort him and bring him back to the ground where he belonged.

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Back at home, the adrenaline rush had long faded, revealing the toll it had taken on Freddie. He lay sprawled on the sofa, eyes half-closed, appearing more exhausted than you’d ever seen him. His hair was tousled, a few strands spilling across his forehead, and a faint bruise was starting to emerge on his cheekbone, a reminder of the night's events. Fetching a blanket, its softness a stark contrast to the harshness of the ice, you draped it over him, then settled down beside him, gently cradling his head in your lap.

“Are you alright, babe?” you asked softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from his brow. Your fingers traced the curve of his brow, the warmth of your touch offering solace.

Freddie managed a weary smile, his eyes fluttering shut as your fingers began to comb through his ginger hair. “Just need to recharge, min skat,” he murmured, his voice husky and subdued, anchoring you both in the quiet of your living room.

The fireplace cast a gentle glow of golden light across the room, its flickering flames adding a soothing rhythm to the atmosphere. You continued to stroke his hair, your touch gentle and calming, as Freddie’s breathing gradually steadied, his body relaxing further with each passing moment.

The intensity of the fight replayed in your mind, the way he’d defended his teammates and stood his ground. It had been both terrifying and inspiring to witness, and now all you wanted was to take care of your boyfriend, to help him unwind. And the crackling of the fire provided a comforting backdrop to your thoughts, a reminder that in this moment of quietude, you were exactly where you needed to be.

Yet, amidst the serenity, a playful glint danced in your eyes, a hint of mischief lurking beneath the tranquil surface.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” you teased softly, your voice a gentle melody in the hushed room. “My very own warrior.”

Freddie chuckled softly, a tired but genuine amusement tugging at his lips. “Guess I surprised myself too,” he confessed, his tone laced with fondness. “But having you there, cheering me on like that, really gave me all the strength I needed.”

Your heart swelled at his words, a warmth spreading through you like the glow of the fire. Then leaning down, you planted a kiss on his temple, the gesture filled with love and tenderness. “Well, now you can rest, my warrior,” you whispered, the playful banter mingling with the affectionate embrace of the moment.

Freddie’s hand sought yours, his fingers intertwining with yours as he held on firmly, and you could feel the tension gradually dissipating from his body, his breathing deepening and becoming more regular. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, your movements gentle and deliberate, each stroke aimed at easing him further into relaxation.

Minutes drifted by, the room descending into a tranquil hush, with only the gentle hum of the city outside and Freddie’s steady breathing breaking the silence. You observed as his features softened, the weariness and tension melting away as sleep finally enveloped him.

So, with a tender smile, you continued to run your fingers through his hair, content to remain in this moment for as long as he needed. In this instance, nothing else mattered. It was just you and Freddie, finding solace in each other’s company, the outside world fading into insignificance.

And as you sat there, holding him close, a surge of love and protectiveness washed over you. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you would face them together. And right now, that was all that mattered.

The city lights cast a soft glow through the window, bathing the room in a warm, gentle light. You listened to the distant sounds of traffic, the occasional wail of a siren, and the faint murmur of life beyond, but it all seemed distant, a mere backdrop to the peaceful sanctuary you and Freddie had created. Your hand continued its soothing motions through his hair, each stroke silently promising your unwavering support, through thick and thin, through battles and moments of calm.

Tonight, had tested your strength and determination, but here, in the tranquillity of your home, it was evident that love and solidarity were the true foundations supporting you both. And as Freddie slumbered, cocooned in your care, you knew that together, you could overcome anything.

The next morning, you awoke to the soft dawn light seeping through the curtains. Freddie lay still beside you, his head now nestled on your pillow, his breathing tranquil and steady, as you gazed at him for a moment, soaking in the serenity of his expression, the gentle rise and fall of his pale chest.

Then with a delicate touch, you traced a finger along his jawline, feeling the faint stubble beneath your fingertips, causing him to stir slightly, emitting a soft Danish murmur as he began to rouse. His eyes then slowly fluttered open, meeting yours with a sleepy smile.

“Morning, min skat,” he whispered, his voice still husky with sleep.

“Good morning, love,” you responded, leaning in to brush your lips against his in a tender kiss.

Freddie’s hand instinctively found your waist, drawing you closer, as the warmth of his body against yours was reassuring, a testament to the love and bond between you. You sensed the steady thump of his heart, a comforting rhythm that echoed your own.

Nestling closer, your bodies aligned seamlessly. Freddie’s hand trailed up your back, his touch gentle yet sure, sending a ripple of sensation down your spine. You then kissed him again, this time more deeply, your lips lingering as you poured your love and affection into the embrace.

And slowly, his hands explored your form, tracing the familiar curves with renewed tenderness. Each touch, each caress, was deliberate and unhurried, a symphony of intimacy that spoke volumes. 

As the morning light slow grew brighter, you and Freddie moved together in a symphony of soft murmurs and tender caresses. The outside world faded into insignificance, leaving just the two of you enveloped in each other’s embrace as Freddie hovered you into a missionary position. It was a moment of profound connection, a reaffirmation of the love that had grown stronger with every obstacle overcome and every triumph celebrated.

The way he gradually surrendered to his morning desire, slowly entering you and merging your bodies in a romantic, passionate rhythm, drew you closer to a peak of pleasure. There was no haste, no urgency, just two souls intimately entwined after a night filled with the intensity of hockey.

Finally, as the morning sun flooded the room with its golden glow, you lay intertwined in each other’s arms, revelling in the afterglow of your shared intimacy. Freddie’s fingers traced leisurely patterns on your skin, and you gazed up at him, feeling a profound sense of contentment and tranquillity.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” his deep voice suddenly broke the comfortable silence.

“Well, luckily you’ll never have to find out,” you simply whispered, your voice brimming with warmth and sincerity. “I love you, my warrior.”

“I love you too,” he replied, planting a tender kiss on your forehead.

In that serene, sunlit space, you knew that regardless of what the future held, you would always have this – the love, the connection, and the unwavering support of your partner. And as you lay there, cocooned in each other’s embrace, you felt prepared to confront whatever lay ahead, hand in hand.

[misshoneyimhome]

matty tkachuk smut for 500 plsss 😭 w either song Inspo señorita or “so you think my legs are going to magically spread for you?”

Oh that’s a new one 🤔 but I’ll give it a go and see if I can create something for you babe 😊🤍

[misshoneyimhome]

matthew knies seeing hsi gf for the first time after a while and it’s fluffy and smutty

Hi babe, just got another prompt for Kniesy - but I do feel like we can work these two together 🤗🌺 I love the idea!

[misshoneyimhome]

Hiiii, Cross me - “If you cross her, then you cross me” with Matthew Knies if it’s not already filled!!

Oh, that's a good one 🥰 I love that! 🔥

[misshoneyimhome]

Your work is incredibly well-written and so cute — I love it! I had this thought about Joseph Woll, about him being with a girl considerably younger than him (maybe she's around 20), and they take the relationship gently because the only guy she’s been with was not a good person... Joe eventually realizes that she is very hesitant to do anything because she doesn’t want to do anything wrong, or’s properly been with a guy before. I hope this makes sense. 😅

“You can rest your head on me, I don’t mind.”

"I get it now... you've never been in love."

Thank you so much babe 💓

I do think it makes sense - now the ten spots have already been closed for the celebration, but given the much-requested Woller content, I'm going to add it to the list anyway 😉

And thank you for the idea 🤍