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✮ 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, jump then fall au!

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♡ ─ word count | 2.6k

♡ ─ summary | the story of how our little paloma came to be, and why adam has full custody of her.

♡ ─ warnings | mention of pregnancy (obvs), mention of abusive/manipulative relationship, some birth stuff but nothing graphic like at all, think that is all??

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♡ ─ ev's notes | im finally back lol, the last nonnie inspired me to continue my series but i also saw the adam/luca content on instagram and i was like... yes i love these men with my entire soul. anyway, this is more background/filler chapter on the whole story behind adam/his ex. also idk if i did a good job making emma kind of unlikable but i couldn't make her too much bc at the end of day she is dovey's mom yk LMAOOO. but yeah, i was gonna include a little court segment but i didn't think it was necessary. this is kinda a summary of the timeline so yeah BUT YETH WE ARE BACK AT ITT!!!!! will be writing a more christmas-y one soon though i pinky promise :) LASTLY, my inbox is always open for au thoughts. please send them in, they literally make my entire day!

September ushered in a peculiar kind of unease, a restlessness that only settled within the corridors of high school, unbeknownst to Adam. The weight of impending change hung in the air, a feeling that clung to him as he navigated the familiar chaos that came with being a teenager.

It began with a murmur, a whisper weaving its way through the complicated tapestry of gossip. The news was illicit, news that would shatter the simplicity of his teenage years. Adam's ex, Emma, a figure exiled to his past, was harboring a secret that would bridge their worlds in a way he never anticipated.

The autumn breeze carried an unusual tension as Adam found himself standing before the door of Emma's house, a place he thought he had left behind in the remains of the failed relationship. She had called him about two hours ago, telling him that she had needed to talk to him immediately about something very important. He hesitated for a moment, hand poised to knock, before the door swung open, revealing Emma's worn expression.

"Adam," she greeted, her eyes avoiding direct contact, as if unable to meet the weight of his gaze. They hadn't talked in a couple weeks, since they had broken up.

"What's going on, Emma?" Adam asked, sensing the gravity of the situation even before she spoke.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of the secret she carried. "We need to talk," Emma murmured, gesturing for him to enter.

"Yeah, figured." He sighed. He didn't know if he was able to trust her after all the lies she had told him over the span of their relationship. This may be one of her ploys to somehow get him back.

He went into the familiar home as she guided him up to her room anxiously and his mind was racing. What could possibly be so important that she couldn't text him, or tell him over the phone?

They reached her room and he sat on her bed as Emma paced anxiously, the rhythm of her steps echoing the gravity of her secret. Finally, she turned to face him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability that he hadn't seen in a while.

"I'm pregnant," she confessed, the words hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

Pregnant? Her words hung in the air for a few moments as he looked for any sign of deception in her expression. But no, she looked like she was about to break down in front of him. The room seemed to close in on him, and he could feel the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future colliding.

He couldn't even process it. "What?" Was all he could mutter.

Emma's gaze wavered as Adam's single-word response lingered in the room. The weight of the secret settled between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the life-altering reality they were now forced to confront.

"I didn't plan for any of this," Emma continued, her voice shaky. "I never wanted it to happen."

Adam's brow furrowed as he tried to process the mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger, confusion, and a distant sense of responsibility danced on the edges of his thoughts. His head was spinning with questions.

"Why now?" he questioned, the frustration evident in his tone. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"

Emma's eyes welled with tears, and she seemed on the verge of unraveling. "I didn't know how. I was scared, Adam. Scared of your reaction, scared of what it would mean for both of us. I mean I have school and-and I can't have a kid right now."

The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unspoken accusations and the weight of their shared history. Adam's mind raced, torn between the desire to understand and the lingering mistrust that had defined their past.

Adam's jaw tightened as he absorbed her words, a tumult of conflicting emotions churning within him. "Scared?" he repeated, a sharp edge to his voice. "You think dropping this bombshell now will magically make things less complicated?"

He didn't want to sound like an asshole but he couldn't help it. All she was thinking about was her future, her life and nothing to do with what his dreams, the ones he's had since he was younger. How could he go into the NHL with a kid and unstable ex?

Emma's tears flowed freely now. "I never meant for it to be like this. I just... I needed to tell you. I can't do this alone, Adam."

He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the growing tension. "You should've thought about that before. Now, what? What do you expect me to do?"

She reached out tentatively, as if seeking reassurance in the midst of the storm. "I want you to be a part of this, Adam. Our child deserves that, at least."

He takes her hand and his gaze softens as he heard her voice. Our child sounded so sweet, but he didn't want to go through what she put him through again.

He sighed heavily, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face. "Emma, you can't drop something like this on me and expect everything to be okay. We're not together anymore, and I can't just rearrange my life because of this."

Her eyes pleaded with him, desperation evident. "I know, but I can't do it alone. I need your support, Adam. We created this life together."

He pulled his hand away gently, creating a bit of distance. "Support? Emma, you've never supported my dreams. You made me doubt everything I did. I can't risk my future for this, not when I don't even know if you're going to stick around."

As the room descended into silence, the air seemed to crackle with the tension of unspoken truths. Adam's mind, however, echoed with the memories of a relationship colored by manipulation and emotional turmoil.

He couldn't shake the vivid memories of countless arguments, where Emma would twist his words, making him question his own sanity. Her subtle undermining of his dreams and aspirations left a trail of self-doubt that lingered long after their fights and maybe relationship had ended.

Emma's manipulation often took the form of subtle remarks disguised as concern. Every success he achieved was met with a backhanded compliment or a comment that subtly belittled his accomplishments. Her words had a way of eroding his confidence, making him second-guess his abilities. Was he even that good of a hockey player? Was he as smart as everyone would tell him?

She played on his insecurities, subtly exploiting vulnerabilities he hadn't even acknowledged. Emma's behavior manifested in controlling behaviors, whether it was telling him who he could spend time with or subtly isolating him from his support system. The gradual corrosion of his social connections left Adam feeling increasingly dependent on her for validation.

Emma's manipulation extended beyond words or fights; it was their daily interactions. The constant emotional rollercoaster left him drained and disoriented. Adam had become used to walking on eggshells, terrified of setting off another emotional outburst.

Adam found himself grappling with a mix of anger and resentment. The secret of her pregnancy now added a new layer to their complicated history, one that threatened to entangle their lives again.

The heaviness of the past hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the emotional scars that had yet to fully heal. The silence in Emma's room mirrored the unresolved scars of their relationship, leaving Adam to confront the challenging path that lay ahead.

He thought he had ended this relationship for good but now, he truly couldn't leave. Knowing that if he wouldn't stay, she would raise the baby alone and he would live forever with the knowledge of his kid somewhere with her. If they were to be together again, even just to raise the baby, he would promise that he would try to shield the baby from his mother as much as he could.

Emma's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded, "Adam, I'll change. I promise. I never realized how much I hurt you until now. I want to be a better person, for you and for our child."

Adam hesitated, his gaze flickering between her tearful eyes and the haunting memories of their past. The room seemed to close in around him as he grappled with conflicting emotions.

"Okay, Emma." He sighed. She let out a sob of joy, bringing him in for a tight hug.

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JUNE 11, 2021

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Summer arrived quicker than either had expected and soon enough Emma was in third trimester. In the sterile confines of the white hospital room, Adam stood witness to the arrival of their daughter. It was a moment of transformation, where the happiness of newfound fatherhood collided with the stark reality of uncertainty. Emotions played on his face, he had no idea how he was going to deal with any of it.

But as soon as tiny newborn baby laid in his arms, all the worries and uncertainty had faded into background noise as he held her with all the care in the world.

In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The worries, the uncertainties, the complexities—they all became distant as Adam cradled his daughter. Her tiny features, scrunched face, and the weight of her presence overwhelmed him, he couldn't help but tear up. She was perfect in every way. In that moment, he promised he would never let anyone hurt her in anyway possible.

He felt a surge of love, a protective instinct that whispered promises of care and unconditional devotion. The uncertainty that had clouded his thoughts seemed inconsequential in the face of the profound connection forged with this tiny being.

"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. The fragility of the newborn, the embodiment of a shared history and a future full of unknowns, stirred something deep within him. All he knew was that he loved her more than anything even if he'd only held her for a few moments.

Emma, watching Adam with a mix of exhaustion and affection, couldn't help but smile. "She's got your eyes," she remarked, a tender note in her voice. His pretty, big blue eyes. The first thing anyone ever notices about him.

Adam nodded, his gaze fixed on the tiny features of his daughter. "Yeah? Well, she's got your everything else," he added, a gentle chuckle escaping him. The weight of fatherhood settled on his shoulders, but in that moment, it felt like a privilege.

The room seemed to shrink, focusing solely on this new family unit. The soft whimpers of the newborn, the beeping of the monitoring equipment, and the distant sounds of the hospital—all merged into the backdrop of a moment that felt suspended in time.

Emma looked at Adam with tired yet contented eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The room, once filled with the tension of labor, was now a cocoon of familial warmth.

Emma whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion of childbirth, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

As Adam and Emma marveled at the beauty of their newborn daughter, the hospital room's door creaked open, and Adam's parents entered with a blend of excitement and nervousness. His mother, a mix of emotions painted on her face, rushed forward to embrace Adam.

"Oh, Adam, sweetheart, you're a father!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears of joy.

Adam smiled warmly, hugging his mother. "Yeah, Mom. Meet..." His words died on tongue when he realized they hadn't picked out a name for her yet.

"We haven't decided on a name yet," Emma adds quietly as she yawns.

"What about Paloma? Like your grandmother. It's perfect, just look at her."

Adam's eyes met Emma's, and for a moment, a silent agreement passed between them. Paloma—the perfect name, a homage to his grandmother, a symbol of heritage and a new beginning. They exchanged a nod, and Adam turned back to his parents.

"Paloma," he said, a smile breaking across his face. "Her name is Paloma."

The decision settled like a warm blanket, wrapping around the newborn with a sense of identity. Paloma, their little dove, had found her name in the embrace of a moment filled with love and the promise of a shared journey ahead.

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Adam's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he and Emma found themselves ensnared in yet another argument. The air in the room crackled with tension, a silent precursor to the storm that was about to erupt. Paloma, blissfully unaware in her crib, slept soundly, while her parents grappled with the unresolved issues.

"I can't keep doing this, Emma," Adam muttered, his jaw clenched. The weight of unresolved issues hung heavily between them, each word an echo of past disagreements. "We need to talk."

Emma, her expression defensive, crossed her arms, a subtle defiance in her stance. "What's there to talk about, Adam? Everything's fine."

A bitter laugh escaped him with the weight of their shared history. "Everything's far from fine, and you know it. Paloma needs stability, and you can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Emma's eyes flashed with irritation. "I'm her mother, Adam. I know what's best for her."

Adam's jaw clenched, frustration palpable. "You barely spend time with her but refuse my help. Every time I ask you to be a part of her life, you find an excuse. This isn't fair to Paloma, and it's not fair to me especially when you dragged me into this in the first place."

Paloma stirred in her crib, a subtle reminder of the fragile peace that hung in the balance. The argument, a reflection of their complicated past, loomed over them, threatening to unravel the delicate threads that held their connection together.

Emma's gaze hardened, and she retorted, "I didn't force you into anything, Adam. You were a part of this too, remember?"

Adam's frustration escalated, his voice sharper. "I was a part of it because I wanted to be a father to Paloma, not because I wanted to be stuck in this cycle with you. I can't keep watching you push me away, I wanna be apart of her life-"

She scoffed, a bitter edge to her tone. "You act like I'm the bad guy here. I'm doing my best, Adam."

"You dragged me into this," he continued, a sharp edge to his tone. "I fought to be a part of Paloma's life because I wanted to, but you make it impossible. This isn't about us anymore; it's about her. You need to step up and be a mother, like you'd wanted to almost a year ago when you decided to have her."

Emma's eyes narrowed, defensive walls fortified. "I am her mother. But you don't get to dictate how I should do things. I have my own life, Adam-"

"And Paloma is a part of that life, whether you like it or not!" Adam yelled, the frustration in his voice reaching a boiling point. "I can't keep covering for you, Emma. My mom asks where you're at and half the time, I don't even fucking know. You can't just show up when it's convenient for you and disappear when it's not."

Paloma's soft cries began, the room filled with the sound of her distress, a reflection of the anger surrounding her. Adam's frustration transformed into determination. "I won't let you keep hurting her with your inconsistency, especially when she's old enough to remember. If you can't be a constant presence in her life, then maybe it's better if you're not a part of it at all."

The words hung in the air, a heavy proclamation that seemed to mark the unraveling of their already strained connection. Emma, caught between defiance and vulnerability, met Adam's gaze with a steely resolve, setting the stage for a tumultuous chapter in the story of Paloma's fractured family.

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Chapter one— guilt-ridden

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"Your father and uncles are gonna come in here a ruin my peace and quiet" she mumbled to the six-month-old that rested against her chest. The loud slamming of car doors could be heard from inside the house, the baby quietly murmured to herself as she looked up longingly at the door. Anyone within a five-mile radius could feel the excitement radiating off of the boys, the adrenaline of winning was apparent, and very clearly displayed by the sound of their loud chatting from behind the front door.

"Honey we're home" Jay yelled out as he swung the door open, a wide smile on Philippe's face as pushed in front of the rest of the group, rushing to get his hands on his daughter before anyone else stole her from him. He reached the couch with a wide grin plastered on his lips as he ushered for his best friend to finally pass her over, taking the smiley baby from her mother's hands to hold her against his chest.

“My little lucky charm,” he said bouncing her lightly as she buried her face in his neck, drool covering his t-shirt as her little hands grasped the fabric. "Congrats on the win,” said the woman sitting on the couch, followed by a warm smile as he sat down on the couch next to her, a smile on his face as he lifted the baby up to place a kiss on her cheeks. “Thanks.”

Luca stood in front of the pair with his arms folded over his chest, "this is such bullshit, you always hog her" he pouted and made grabbing hands towards Phil who hugged Flo tighter against his chest. A scoff left Luca's mouth as he turned to the girl sitting to Phil’s left, a longing look on his face as the freshman silently prayed she would step-in in favour of him and make Phil hand the boy over. “It's almost like she's my daughter" Philippe sassed, looking over to the women who un-amusingly looked at him, ushering for him to give the baby to Luca.

Philippe finally passed the baby over to Luca who grinned and walked out of the living room and into the kitchen with her. “You guys played really good,” she smiled and fixed the damp curls falling in his face, “Flo and I watched the entire broadcast, I kinda miss going to the actual games though” She smiled and stood up from the couch to start decluttering the living room of baby essentials

“Is Nolan or the sophomores throwing a party tonight?” She questioned as she threw baby shoes and socks in his direction. “Yeah, but I’m not gonna go.” She frowned as he turned his head to finally look at her instead of the ceiling, “why not?” “I’m not gonna leave her and you alone all night while I’m out partying, I have responsibilities,” he grinned and picked up the teething ring from beside his thigh and shook it before placing it on the coffee table in the bin of other miscellaneous toys.

“You’re also a young adult in university, go have fun” she smiled, “I know you miss it, I know when you force me to go out and do things that I did before Flo I feel better,” she said, stopping her cleaning to sit on the edge of the coffee table to be face to face with him. “I don’t want to put everything on you all the time,” he looked over as she rolled her eyes at his very stupid response, “I already leave enough for hockey it’s not really fair to you” “When we decided to have her, we knew that you already had the team and the responsibilities that came with it, I don’t mind, what I mind is when all you do is play hockey, go to school, and be a dad. In order for you to be your best, you need a little social life” She poked him in the knee as he shook his head.

“I just don’t want you to resent being a father, so please for my sanity and my peace of mind go and be irresponsible” She frowned and pointed toward the group of boys who were goofing around with the baby. “I could never resent you, but I will go and drink enough for the both of us,” he said standing up off of the couch and placing a chaste kiss on her temple before heading to the group of men in the kitchen. “You bet your ass you will” She grinned and followed behind him.

“Now all of you out of my house, you all smell like hockey and it’s Little Miss' bedtime,” she said taking Florence from Grano who smiled and passed the child over, bidding his goodbyes and heading out of the kitchen to collect his things. The rest of them were still laughing along with the squealing baby, her hands clapping as she watched the grown men giggle along with her. “You heard the woman, out,” Philippe said clapping his hands and ushering the other guys out of the kitchen, childlike groans leaving their mouths as they were herded out of the kitchen.

“But I live here?” Eric said stopping in his tracks and going back into the kitchen with his arms crossed and a pout on his face. “You three are the exception babes,” the woman said looking at Steve, Jacob, and Eric who grinned and headed up to their rooms to get ready for their upcoming night out. “You heard the woman! Out!” Eric grinned and started bossing the other boys out of the house along with Philippe.

-❀-

“Why are you washing the baby in the sink?” Steve asked as he rummaged through the fridge for a beer. “She’s not in the sink, her baby tub is in the sink,” the woman said in a duh tone, as she motioned to the six-month-old with sudds in her hair making it look like she had a mohawk, “did your parents never wash you in the sink when you were little?” Steve just blinked at her for a sec while opening his beer before shaking his head. “Plus it hurts my back to bend over the actual tub, so unless you want to wash her you can stop with those judgemental eyes Steven” She bit back as the man stared at her with an amused smile.

Steve left the kitchen not wanting to hear any more mom rants from the girl, “Wait! Steve, can you grab me a towel for Flo?” She called out but was met with a freshly out of the shower Philippe holding up a towel. “You know me too well” She grinned and took the towel with little ducks littered all over it and wrapped their daughter in it. “You forget to grab one literally every time you wash her” he pokes as he takes the clean baby from her mom, a grin on his face as he looks at the baby who yawns into his neck.

She stood there for a second, watching as he bounced her and placed a kiss on his daughter's cheek, grinning at her tired expression. It was no secret that Philippe had become the greatest dad, he was so attentive and so careful with her, he was a dream. He’d been like that since the moment she was born, he never complained, never started arguments. If anyone handled the transition into parenthood in a less perfect way it was her. But something about their dynamic felt like it was on this ice, like any second, any wrong choice of words, any single small action and they would fall right through.

“I'm going to go and change her,” he said softly as she nodded back at him, draining the tub and starting to prepare her last bottle before she went to sleep.

Steve stood in the doorway with the towel she had called out for, “sorry I meant to yell out that I didn’t need it anymore” “You know he’s in love with you right?” She tensed and stared at him “I do” she shook her head and continued to portion out the formula for the bottle, “I just don't love him in that way” She shrugged and cringed as Steve shook his head and left the kitchen.

"You're a cruel woman" he joked as he yelled out at the bottom of the staircase.

A frown was plastered on her face as she finished the bottle and made her way upstairs to her and Florence’s room, Phil sitting on the edge of the bed with his daughter sprawled out on his chest, a new set of fuzzy pyjamas on her as she held his finger in her tiny hand. A soft smile worked its way onto his face as he felt the bed dip next to him, the weight of the baby being lifted off of his chest as she slipped Flo into her arms, the bottle pushed past her lips as she looked down to Phil.

“You look upset,” he said poking her in the thigh. She shook her head, “I'm just tired, ready to get this one into bed so I can get in bed as well” She shrugged and yawned, her free hand holding his as he continued to poke her thigh. “I don't have to go tonight, there will be plenty of parties for me to go to if you're not feeling okay,” he said softly, sitting up more so he could look over her shoulder at the baby’s whose eyes gently fluttered shut.

“I have a feeling she’s gonna be easy tonight, don't worry about me" She leaned up against his arm, cringing as she remember the conversation down in the kitchen, maybe she was really stringing him along, “I've got it under control”

He placed a gentle kiss on the crown of her head as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, fingers gently drawing lines against her skin, “You’ve always got it,” she hummed a small word of appreciation before finally getting up to burp the baby.

-❀-

It didn’t take long to get Flo to bed or to wrestle Philippe out of the house and into the cab, but finally, she was left to her thoughts. Sat comfortably on the couch, some Adam Sandler movie that Jacob had been watching was still on the tv as she buried herself in throw blankets. She had sat down for barely ten minutes before she could hear crying once again, loud wails that made her heart clench as she retrieved her daughter and brought her to the couch to snuggle her as she watched movies.

Her pointer finger traced her daughter's facial features as little Flo blinked at the sensation, big blue eyes just like her father. The resemblance between Florence and her father was very minimal but was something that her mother couldn’t get over. A tiny little nose, and a soft smile that looked just like her dad's.

Her phone began to buzz, a picture of Blanks popping up on the screen as she reached the coffee table for it. “How’re my favourite girls doing?” Nick's voice could be heard on the other end, followed by a hello from Kent and Owen who were all together in Buffalo for a game the next day. “She’s a little fussy, and I'm doing okay,” the woman shrugged as she readjusted the baby on her chest so she could comfortably put the phone up to her ear. “You don't sound very okay,” Owen said taking the phone from Nick and walking over to the other side of the room, he loved a good therapy session. “I'm fine, just tired” He rolled his eyes a the obvious lie, sometimes it's like she forgot that they had spent two years of their lives practically living together.

“Where’s Phil?” “I made him go to a party,” she said nonchalantly, her hands now busying themselves with drawing circles on her daughter's back. Florence drooled all over her chest as she drifted off to sleep, the gentle drumming of her mother's heartbeat lulling her to sleep “You need to stop pushing him away when you need a break” Owen's voice grew concerned making her wince. “I just needed an empty house to clear my thoughts” she mumbled as she pressed pause of the tv show she had started.

“I’m just feeling very all over the place right now” Her words got caught in her throat, a dry laugh leaving her lips as she shook her head at the nonsense she was trying to spew. “How so?” He asked, his voice chillingly calm, her eyes grew teary as she heard Owen telling her to take her time. “I'm just wondering if I made a mistake by letting him be involved, he lost everything when I roped him in,” Owen scoffed and went to speak before she cut him off.

“Steve said something to me, something about Philippe being in love with me and I don't know I just feel guilty all the time about everything.” “Steve should mind his own business,” he said, pausing to push both Kent and Nick away from him so he could continue the conversation without their butting-in conversations.

“I mean we have a kid together, we act like a couple because he’s the father of my kid” she sniffled as Florence's little hands made fists and rested them upon her mom’s collarbone, “Pow I love him, like so much, but I don't think I will ever love him the way that he wants me too” “You don't have to,” you could hear his voice start to grow agitated, not at her, but at the guys, all of them knowing that this situation was fragile. They all knew better than to involve themselves in the new parent's relationship. “But everyone makes me feel like I have to, I love him, and I love that he gave me my daughter and that he’s here for us, but the idea of us being together isn’t something that I ever picture,” she choked out, a short groaned leaving her lips as her hand raked through her hair. “That's okay, fuck Steve and the rest of them, who you love and how you love them is up to you,” Owen said regaining his calm voice, a little reassurance that maybe she wants at fault for everything.

“I just feel bad cause I'm giving him mixed signals, and like I took his young adult life away from him so like I’ve fucked everything for him” She let out a sigh and clung Florence to her chest as she got up to grab a face cloth for her to rid her chin and neck of her drool. “No, you didn’t, and if anyone is saying that they are lying, Phil knows exactly what he’s gotten himself into, you gave him plenty of chances to leave and he didn’t,” It was true Philippe had multiple chances to get out before it was too late, even after she was born but he was still around, “Flo is his responsibility as well, and if anything this fatherhood thing has made him a much better person”

A tear slipped down her cheek as she readjusted herself on the couch, her baby cradled in her arms, “thanks, Owen” “Any time, next time one of the fuckers gives you a hard time or makes you upset let me know” he promised, semi-jokingly as he handed the phone back to Nick.

“Those fuckers should know better, I mean you’re a better person than most of those guys will ever be,” Nick said in a harsh tone, annoyance filling his senses, those boys had promised to make her life easier, to help and create peace, not complicate everything. “Don't say shit like that Blanks” she mumbled. “I'm serious, you are such a strong person, those dumbasses need to stop giving you a hard time” he sighed, knowing that they had no ill intent, they always mean well, they were just stupid at knowing when the time to intervene was.

“They’re just looking out for Philippe” she reasoned, she also knew that Steve’s and other comments that have been made in the past weren’t comments that were supposed to negatively affect her, they just wanted everyone happy. “Lapointe is a big boy, the can make his own decisions and handle his shit, and if he knew that the guys were helping him at your expense I don't think he’d appreciate it very much.”

A gentle knock on the front door startled her out of the conversation, “I’m gonna have to call you back Blanks someone is at the door,” she said warmly, drying the tears on her face as she readjusted the baby in her chest. “Sounds good, we are probably going to head out for drinks so we'll talk in a few days” he promised, as Bothe Kent and Owen in unison yelled out their goodbyes. “Okay, love you guys bye”

She quickly ran over to the door, hoping she didn’t keep the person on the otherwise waiting too long, she swung it opened it to see the very smiley sophomore clad in pyjamas and a smile, “oh, hey Mark” she whispered with a grin as she ushered for him to follow her into the house. “I promised I'd stop by after the game, but I got a little strung up with the trainers and coaches,” He shrugged with a smile before motioning for the woman to pass him over the baby.

“I heard that you're the most penalized player in the league now, Mr. Eighty-seven minutes,” she said giving him the baby and the drool-covered rag before collapsing down on the couch. “Yeah I'm a superstar” he shrugged. “You played well though, minus the penalties” She grinned and nodded at the baby who was now knocked out in his arms.

Flo always had such an easy time with Mark, he claimed it was because he was the first of the guys to hold her and the fact that he and Flo were best friends. The topic of him being the first beside her mother to ever hold her pissed off all the guys, especially Philippe, it was like twisting the knife in the already tender wound, the fact that he couldn’t make it to the birth, and then he wasn’t even the first to hold his baby.

“You made the cutest baby did you know that” Mark’s thumb ran over the fat on her cheeks, a sleepy smile on Flo’s face as she buried her face into his arm. “Why aren’t you at the party?” “wasn’t in the mood,” he said like the answer was obvious as if he wasn’t one of the biggest party personalities in the entire Umich student body.

“Who are you and what have you done with my Mark Estapa?” “Your Mark Estapa, that’s a bold term” he joked, watching as she rolled her eyes. “You know what I meant,” she jabbed him in the thigh with her foot, making a quiet gasp leave his lips, not wanting to wake up the sleeping baby.

“If you wondering why I'm not at the party it's because the prettiest girl that I've been waiting all day to see wasn’t there so there was no point in showing up” He smiled, looking from the baby up to her, a look of amusement on her face as she raised her brows “You’re such a flirt” “I never said I was talking about you, could have been talking about my littlest love right here” He motioned to the baby in his arms, his free hand pulling her pyjama top down to cover her stomach, his little heart pained to see that she was almost too big for her six-month-old clothes.

“I love that nickname” she mumbled, her arms crossed over her chest as she waited for another smart-mouthed response from Mark. “Yeah? You want a similar one?” He shamelessly flirted, looking over at the red spread across both of the woman’s cheeks, “you’re blushing” he said leaning over her legs to run his thumb over the hot and flushed skin of her cheeks “That's true Mark, I am turning red, you’re flirting with me, it's expected,” she deadpanned.

“When are you gonna let me take you out?” He questioned, feigning for the moment that the girl would let her guard down and finally accept his advances. “When pigs fly” She grinned as his face dropped. “I could arrange for that to happen” he murmured to her, his hand raking through his hair and across his face to tame the lush on his cheeks, “you underestimate me”

“Mark I have a baby, and her father is your teammate.” “I'm fully aware of those two facts,” he said smartly pointing down aye the baby sitting in his arms, a grin on his face as she rolled her eyes at his statement.

“It wouldn’t work” She shook her hand and looked away from him, her facial muscles trying hard to not let a smile pull at her lips. “I'm gonna prove you wrong one of these days,” he says confidently, a toothy smile on his face as she watches her look back at him. “I’d like to see you try” she added before pressing unpause on her tv show, ignoring the stare and smile that came from the man

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this is poorly edited so please don't mind the spelling errors, I will get to the serious editing later

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[snugglebug-92]

Owen Power x Blankenburg Reader

When Owen walked into the rink for the first time with Coach Pearson and his dad he didn’t know what to expect. The one thing he didn’t expect was to see a girl skating around doing what appeared to be a figure skating routine. The girl not realizing someone was watching her keeps going until she hears a door shut. As she stops skating she looks up to see who has entered. She knew there would be some tours for prospect players today but she didn’t expect the tours to start this early. She quickly grabs her sweater from the boards before skating to the door to leave the rink muttering a quick apology to the 3 men. As she leaves Owen can’t help but watch her. He’s captivated by her even though he will probably never see her again.

“Hey, who was that?” Owen asks the coach.

“That’s Y/n Blankenburg. She helps out with the team. Her brother Nick is on the team. You’ll meet him later.” Owen hears the coach's response but only half listens after he finds out she helps the team out. It was at that moment Owen decided that this was the college he was going to attend next year. Yeah, he had some other offers but this was already his top choice and now the deal was sealed in his opinion. He gets shown the rest of the facilities and goes to get lunch before meeting with a few of the players including Nick who ends up bringing his little sister. Owen’s dad talks with the coach and a few of the players leave Owen alone to stare at the girl. 

“She won’t bite,” Nick states, looking between his sister and the boy. Owen quickly breaks his gaze to look at Nick.

“What?” Owen asks clearly out of it.

“Go talk to her,” Nick states, pushing Owen towards his sister. As Owen makes his way toward her she looks up from her phone to look at the tall boy.

“Hi,” She smiles looking at the boy.

“Oh um hi,” he responds, looking down at the girl.

“I know you. You’re the guy from earlier,” she states referring to when she saw him at the rink.

“Yeah. Sorry ‘bout that,” he scratches the back of his neck nervously feeling bad for interrupting her.

“It’s no big deal. Nick told me before I left that there would be a few tours today. I just didn’t expect them so early.”

“Nick’s your brother-” Owen starts before he gets cut off by his dad, “sorry I have to go.”

“Bye Owen,” she smiles at the boy as he walks away. She turns to find her brother only to see him shaking his head at her.

“What did I do?” she questions.

“Nothing,” Nick just shakes his head at her, placing his arm over her shoulder as they walk to the cafeteria.

Soon the next hockey season is in full swing. As the boys skate off the ice Owen sees a face he’s thought about almost every day since he went on a tour 8 months ago. Owen is about 2 feet from skating into the boards before Kent skates in front of him to prevent him from hitting them.

“What’s got you so out of it?” Kent questions.

“Huh nothing,” Owen shakes his head at the boy continuing to skate off the ice not in the direction of the boards this time. Kent looks around before his eyes land on a girl in the stands. He stares at her rather confused before making his way off the ice.

Owen changes out of his gear and leaves as soon as the coach dismisses him. He makes his way to the stands only to find the girl gone. He thinks all hope is lost until he hears the sound of skates. He quickly climbs down the stairs to see the girl. He climbs down so he is on the bench as he watches her skate. All is good til he knocks her metal water bottle down the sound ringing in the empty rink. She looks up before skating over to the bench where the boy was.

“So you decided to come here huh,” She smiles at the brunette boy.

“Yeah I guess I did,” He smiles back at the girl.

“And you still watch me skate.”

“Yeah, I guess I do that too.”

“It’s okay. I watch you skate too.”

The two talk for a while until Owen gets pulled away from her but this time with her number. The two talk almost every day throughout the rest of the season. Once the season wraps up the boys have a small party with a few of the girlfriends the following Saturday. The Monday before Kent decides to text y/n knowing Owen would never. Kent as well as the rest of the boys quickly became friends with you after your brother introduced you to them all. Kent was tired of hearing his roommate talk about you. It wasn’t that Kent had a problem with you or anything like that. It was the fact that you had talked about Owen the same way Owen talked about you. Kent asked Owen if he was planning on bringing anyone. When he only received a shrug in response he decided to take matters into his own hands. He texted you the next day asking if you wanted to come to the party to which you responded yes a little bummed. You were hoping Owen would ask you since you had heard about the party from your brother a few days ago.

Saturday rolls around and you're getting ready for the party. You finish your make-up and sit on your bed until you hear a knock at your door. You open to see Kent waiting for you ready to go to the party. You give the boy a half smile while you shut the door behind you. The two of you start the walk to Kent's car in silence. The two of you are almost in his car before the silence is finally broken.

“Hey don’t be mad at me. It’s not my fault he didn’t ask you,” Kent remarked.

“I know. I was just hoping,” you sighed.

“Me too.” he sympathized.

“I just don’t get it Kent. He will text me all day. We will face time and we will skate after practice. We do all of this stuff just to two of us but the second it becomes something with the team or someone besides you he asks like we barely know each other. Is there something wrong with me?” you question as a tear slips down your cheek.

“Hey now don’t say that. There is nothing wrong with you,” he cups your face wiping the tears off your face. He tilts your face up so you aren’t looking at the ground anymore.

“Then why doesn’t he want to be seen with me?”

“I don’t know. I wish I could say I did. I really do.”

The two of you continue on and get in his car to drive to Nick’s house. Kent parks a little ways away since there were already a few cars. He wraps his arm around you as you walk to the entrance. You and Kent make your way and greet the boys before you go your separate ways.

“You and Kent huh? I guess that means we can’t get married to lower our tuition,” Steve laughs as he sits down next to you.

“I told you last year no. What makes you think it’s going to change this year?” you laugh as the boy next to you feigns a hurt look. The two of you continue to talk for a little bit until he gets called away to play beer pong. You sit on the couch staring off into space until you hear the door open and the boys begin to chirp someone. You turn your head to see what's causing the ruckus and boy do you wish you didn’t. You see Owen walk in with a beautiful brunette girl. You wouldn’t have thought much of it but as they walk past you to get inside you notice something. She’s wearing his sweatshirt. The only sweatshirt he never let you steal when you got cold. You just shrug your shoulders and bring your knees to your chest hoping to remain unnoticed. Your plan works until the girl Owen brought makes her way over to you.

“Hi. I’m Victoria, Owen’s girlfriend. What’s your name?” she smiles as she sits down beside you. Your eyes go wide at her statement but nothing prepares you for what you hear next.

“Oh hey y/n I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” Kent comes over and grabs your hand, “oh hi Victoria I hope you don’t mind if I steal my girlfriend.”

“Oh, I don’t mind at all. It was nice to meet you y/n,” Victoria waves at you as Kent pulls you away. You send her your best fake smile and a wave before turning your attention to Kent.

“What was that?” you look at the Canadian trying to read between the lines.

“Look, I had no idea they were together. I really didn’t. And sorry I just panicked. I saw you there with her and I had to save you.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you want to-” he quickly pulls you into him trying to prevent you from seeing what happens but he’s too late and you see everything. It’s hard not to stare as all of the boys are yelling and hyping Owen up as he kisses his girlfriend. That was the last straw for you. You grab Kent’s hand and pull him out the back door so no one will see the two of you. You pull him to his car and then let go of his hand before you start running. And you run and run until the tears start coming. You run while the tears come and you don’t stop running until you trip and fall backward. You sit on the ground and wrap your arms around your knees and keep crying. You don’t know how long you stay like that before you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. You cry into the person not caring who it is just needing to be held. Once you calm down you look up scared to see who found you. You look up and see Kent but you also know that you ran almost 3 miles back to your dorm. You also notice Kent doesn’t have his car which means he also ran almost 3 miles back to your dorm to follow you.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“No. I’m sorry. I just took off like that and I didn’t say anything and-”

“It’s okay. Let’s just go inside,” he cuts you off. He stands up and offers you his hand. You grab his hand and let him pull you up and lead you to your dorm. The two of you sat on your bed and just talked. You spilled everything you felt about Owen and how the two of you met on his tour. You talked about all of the times you skated after practice and how you would get cold which meant he would give you his sweatshirts. How he would call you after every game you couldn’t attend no matter what the time. After you finally let everything out you said one thing.

“I love him. Even though he doesn’t love me I still love him and it hurts.”

“I know y/nn. I know,” he wraps his arms around you. Kent ends up staying the night. The two of you end up getting breakfast the next morning. You say goodbye to each other and go your separate ways.

On his walk back to his car he can’t help but wonder ‘what did I miss’. He spent hours listening to Owen talk about you and how he felt about you. He listened to Owen talk about you after every away game or every game you weren’t there and how he missed you. He gets into his car and goes back to his room with Owen. As he opens the door he’s greeted with a sight that leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He sees Victoria in Owens's shirt. There are clothes everywhere and a sheet covers Owen just enough that he isn’t completely exposed. Kent just shakes his head at the two before pushing past Victoria to get to his part of the room. He grabs his pass to get into the ice arena before leaving the room leaving both Owen and Victoria very confused at the boy's behavior.

Ever since the night after the party, Owen notices that you barely respond to his texts. He also noticed that whenever he brings Victoria over Kent leaves. This continues until the last day before he leaves to go home. He does 3 things he should have done a long time ago.

He breaks up with Victoria. He only dated her to get over you and it didn’t work. She handed him the sweatshirt and didn’t even bat an eyelash when he told her things over.

He fixed things with Kent. The two of them talked and they got the relationship they had at the beginning of the year back. He found out that Kent and y/n never dated and he just said that to try and save her.

Lastly, he did the thing he should have done the morning after the party. He went to see you. He doubted you would answer the door but he could at least try. He knocked on the door only for Nick to answer. He let Owen inside with a glare that would have had Owen 6 feet under if looks could kill.

“Hey, Nick where did you put my- oh you aren’t Nick,” you state looking at the boy in front of you.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.”

“You shouldn’t have come at all. But it makes it easier to give these back to you,” you hand him all of the sweatshirts and beanies he gave you throughout the months.

“I don’t want them back. I want you to still have them.”

“No Owen I shouldn’t have these. Your girlfriend should.”

“We broke up.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“I broke up with her. I never liked her like that.”

“Then why did you date her in the first place? That's a bit of a dick move O.”

“I thought it would help me get over you. I didn’t think you liked me like that.”

“Owen-”

“I know it was dumb. I should have listened to Kent in the first place. But I’m here now and I’m asking you to give me a chance. Please.” Owen begged.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay. I’ll give this a chance.”

“Wait really?”

“Yes really. I’ll be your girlfriend.”

“Thank you,” Owen wraps his arm around your body lifting you up off the ground. You wrap your arms around his neck as he places you back on the ground.

“This is bad timing though O. We are both leaving for the summer.”

“You can come visit me. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll come visit you.” When Nick opens the door back up to your room he doesn’t know what to expect but he sure doesn’t expect to see a still-intact Owen helping you pack up your dorm.

When the draft rolls around you are the first person Owen calls. Little does he know you coordinated it with his mom and sister and you were there the whole time.

“Hi baby,” he gushed as you picked up the call.

“I knew you could do it, baby. And first overall. I’m so proud of you.”

“I wish you were here with me right now.”

“And why is that pretty boy?”

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“Turn around and do it.” Owen doesn’t understand but nevertheless, he turns around. When his eyes lock with yours he quickly hangs up before running over to you. He picks you up and spins you around before placing you back on the ground and planting his lips on yours. He starts to pull away only to have you pull him back in and kiss him even harder. When you finally pull away you can’t help but smile at the boy.

“I love you O.”

“I love you.”

[dylan-duke]

munchkin playing on a line with adam and gavin when she scores her first nhl goal-

so munchkin is a defender

but i can see it being that some how her, blanks, adam, gavin and kent all end up on the ice together, and of course gavin is the primary assist

and its just a huge michigan hug and its amazing

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i’ll mean something too | for @satinshirts

[why4anne]

...But he fell harder

Pairing: Ethan Edwards x reader

Word count: 3k

Category: angst, fluff

Summary: Three weeks have gone by since you and Ethan last spoke.

Warnings: unrequited love, underage drinking, not proof read, curse words

Requested: Yes/No

Note: Hi guys! Thank you for being patient with this chapter. I know it too me a while. The reason behind this is school. I’m graduating tomorrow so it’s been a stressful couple of weeks. Anyways, enjoy this chapter!

Part 1

Masterlist

Y/N pov:

It’s been three weeks since that night at the frat party. In those two months you could count on one hand the number of times you’ve seen Ethan. It’s not like you’ve avoided him, you've just not gone out of your way to be with him. It’s for the best anyways. He was happy with his new girlfriend and you could be happy on your own. To be honest you’ve been messing around with a couple of guys at parties, something completely new for you. Honestly you think it’s fun to just let loose and not care what Ethan thinks. All of these years wasted on a boy who doesn’t even love your back. It’s not like you don’t love Ethan anymore but you’ve realized that if you really love him you would let him be happy and Laura seems to make him happy. Still, it kills you a little bit inside every time you see him cuddle her on the couch at a party but you’ve learned to deal with it. Your alcohol consumption has gone up significantly and so has your kiss count. Which leads us right to where you are right now, in the kitchen of some frat house pouring yourself a drink. 

It is Friday night and you’ve just finished a big exam a couple hours earlier which means that it’s time for celebration. 

“Who wants to do shots?” A random dude shouted over the crowd. Everybody cheered and suddenly there was a shot glass in your hand. You took the shot and placed the empty glass on the kitchen island when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the kitchen.

“Why are you avoiding me?” Was all Ethan said when you guys stopped walking.

“Hello to you too.” You rolled your eyes.

“Don’t avoid my question. Why have you been avoiding me for the last three weeks?” He asked again. How were you supposed to answer that? 

‘I have been avoiding you because I’ve been madly in love with you since we were kids.’ Yeah that won’t fly.

“I haven’t.” Was all you could come up with in the end.

“Don’t lie to me!” He started getting louder.

“I’m not, I’ve just been busy.” You try to calm him down to no avail.

“You know what? Fine, if you won’t fucking talk to me I won’t talk to you. Have a good night.” He said as he walked away, leaving you behind. You follow him through the frat house and into the garden.

“No! You don’t get to walk away after screaming at me like that Ethan!” You yell at him, not caring who can hear. “And as far as I know you didn’t try to talk to me either. Were you too busy sucking faces with your girlfriend huh?” You spat the word out with venom.

“What the fuck does Laura have to do with all of this?” He asked, clearly aggravated.

“Laura hasn't done anything, it’s you!” You poke him in the chest with quite a lot of force.

“Stop fucking poking me!” He grabbed your wrist forcefully, not enough to hurt you but firmly enough to stop you from poking him.

“You’ve replaced me with some fucking girl you’ve known for what? Two months?” You snatched your wrist from his grip. Your jealousy was clear but somehow Ethan didn’t pick up on it.

“ I’ve replaced you? I think it’s quite the opposite!” Ethan was losing his patience at this point and so were you.’

“And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” You challenged him, stepping closer to him. You had to tilt your head up to maintain eye contact. Those brown puppy dog eyes were still the most beautiful eyes in the entire world to you and it made your anger falter a bit. Your gaze moved from his eyes down to his lips. God how badly you want to kiss those lips.

“Don’t think I haven't seen you flirting with any guy who shows you any form of attention. You're such a hypocrite you know. You give me shit for having a girlfriend, who you set me up with by the way, and then you throw yourself at any guy in sight.” His harsh words brought you out of your trance and you could feel tears starting to pool in your eyes. It hurt because it was true. The weeks spent apart you desperately tried to numb the pain with alcohol and mindless hookups but none of it worked. He was still the only guy you wanted.

“And why do you even give a shit if I sleep around a bit?” You asked angrily. 

“We both know that sleeping around is not your style.” He started but you cut him off.

“But it is now, okay! You don’t get to tell me what to do!”

“Oh my god stop being such a bitch!” You instantly froze. During all of your years of friendship he’s never called you anything degrading. He also tensed up, his expression falling.

“You know what? I never thought you would sink that low Ethan.” You whispered, letting your tears fall freely. You turned around to walk away.

“Wait, Y/N please. I didn’t mean it.” He grabbed your waist and for the first time you didn’t feel butterflies by his touch.

“Go to hell Ethan.” You spat out and walked away. You pushed through the crowd of drunk college students while searching for Kate. You finally spotted her and started walking towards her when Ethan's voice cut through the music.

“Please, Y/N I’m sorry. Please listen to me.” He pleaded.

“We’re going home” You ignored him as you grabbed Kate and dragged her out of the frat house.

“What is going on?” She asked, confused.

“I’ll explain to you later.” You said, emotionlessly, as the cold evening breeze gave you goosebumps. Fuck, you really should’ve braught a jacket. You turned around one last time to see Ethan standing in the doorway looking crestfallen.

Two days later

Ethan’s Pov:

“Dude what is going on with you today?” Mark asked when practice was over. 

“Nothing.” Ethan answered coldly.

“It’s clearly something.” Mark pressed. “You’re in a shit mood and you’ve been playing like crap.” 

“It’s nothing you need to worry about.” Ethan tried to avoid the question.

“Yes it is. Look, your mood is not just affecting you, but the whole team too.” Mark clearly wouldn’t let this go.

“Fine, I had a fight with Y/N and said some dumb shit, okay” Ethan confessed his voice rising, grabbing the attention of the other UMich players.

“What was the fight about?”  Luke Hughes asked as he and the others skated towards them.

“I don’t know man, it was stupid.” Ethan started while looking down at his feet.

“ Tell us dude.” Mark piped up.

“Alright, chill. I confronted her about ignoring me the last couple of weeks and it somehow turned into an argument about Laura.” Ethan explained, leaving out the last part.

“Okay… I have a feeling that’s not everything.” Mark tried to get Ethan to tell them more.

“Well, I kind of called her a bitch and now she’s not answering my calls.” Ethan confessed. The other boys looked shocked at this confession.

“You did what now?” Owen was the first to speak before all boys started cackling at the same time.

“What the fuck dude. Why would you call her that?” Kent Johnson asked, clearly mad at the brunette. Even if you were Ethans best friend you’ve become close to the rest of the UMich team after hanging out with them so much. They considered you one of them and were quite protective over you. This is very useful for when creeps would try and hit on you at parties. One glance at the hockey team and they were running away as quickly as possible.

“Ethan, that’s not okay.” Nick scolded.

“Yeah, especially since she’s been in love with you for ages.” Dylan said and everyone went quiet. 

Ethan was speechless. You were in love with him? Everything seems to click in his head. All of the random gifts, the disapproval of his girlfriend, why you wouldn’t date other guys, it was because you had a crush on him.

“Dyl, you weren’t supposed to tell him that.” Luke shook his head at his roommate.

“Y/N’s in love with me?” Ethan asked for confirmation.

“Well, we might as well tell you now.” Owen said. “She’s probably been in love with you for years, man. At least for as long as we’ve known her. It was the first thing we noticed about her, you know, how she looked at you like you’ve hung the moon.” 

“Y/N’s in love with me.” This time Ethan didn’t say it as a question but a statement.

“Yeah, dude. And what are you going to do about it?” Nick asked. 

Ethan had to think for a moment. WHat was he going to do about it? He thought about how gorgeous he found you when he would push you on the swings when you were 9. How you always helped him when he was struggling in school. He thought about seeing you in the crowd at Yost and how his heart would leap when you smiled at him while you wore his jersey. It felt as if a light bulb was lit over his head. Ethan Edwards was in love with Y/N L/N. But he was still dating another girl. 

“I don’t know… I'm still dating Laura.” Ethan told the boys with a sigh.

“Do you love her?” Kent asked the defenseman.

“What?” Ethan was confused.

“Laura. Do you love her?” Kent clarified.

“No.” Ethan answered confidently. “I’ve only known her for a couple of months.”

“Understandable. Do you love Y/N?” Kent asked once again.

“I think so…” Ethan sounded unsure.

“Yes or no. Do you love her?” Kent pressed the freshman.

“Alright, yes, I love her.” Ethan blurted out before he could think.

“There is your answer.” Kent sounded pleased with himself. Realization hit Ethan like a ton of bricks. You were the girl who was always there for him. It’s you who patches him up after a particularly physical hockey game. It’s you who go on midnight drives with him. You are the person who he feels the most comfortable with in the entire world. You were the girl for him. 

“I have to go…” Ethan said as he skated towards the bench.

“Go get the girl Eddy!” The boys cheered him on. 

Ethan knew what he had to do, but first he had to end things with Laura. He got in his car and drove to her dorm. He knocked on her door and waited anxiously.

“Ethan, hey what are you doing here?” Laura asked when she opened the door.

“Laura, can we talk?” Ethan asked immediately. He felt stupid for even getting in this situation in the first place. Why couldn’t he have figured out his love for you earlier? Laura is nice and he doesn't want to hurt her but he has to.

“Sure, come in, my roommate is not here.” The girl said as she opened the door wider to let him in.

“I think we should break up.” Ethan blurted out right after he sat down. He probably should’ve laid it out better but he truly didn’t know what to say. Laura stayed quiet for a minute and Ethan was afraid of her reaction. Would she scream? Would she cry? Instead she only sighed

“It’s because of Y/N isn’t it?” She asked calmly.

“How did you know?” Ethan was taken aback.

“It’s very obvious that you love one another. It was just a matter of time before you got your head out of your ass and figured it out.” Laura chuckled.

“I’m so sorry for doing this to you.” Ethan apologized.

“It’s okay. I was prepared for it.” Laura told him honestly as she stood up and walked towards her closet. Ethan could see her pull out his jersey that Y/N used to have. 

“I think this belongs to her.” Laura smiled and handed him the jersey.

“I’m truly sorry, Laura.” Ethan said when he took it.

“Really it's okay, no bad feelings on my part.” Laura went in for a quick hug. “You’re a great lover, Ethan. You’re going to make Y/N really happy, I know it.”  

“Thank you. Really I am sorry.” He said again as he walked towards the door.

“Oh my god. Stop apologizing and go get your girl!” She smiled as she followed him. 

“Yes, I’ll do that.” Ethan said. He walked out of the dorm and into his car. The drive to your dorm was familiar. He had driven it a hundred times but this time he felt nerves building in his stomach. What if you wanted nothing to do with him? He had to sit and hype himself up in the car for a minute before he started walking towards your dorm.

“What are you doing here?” Kate asked coldly as she opened the door.

“Is Y/N here?” Ethan asked without answering Kate's question.

“No.” Kate answered. She started closing the door but Ethan stopped her.

“Where is she then?” Ethan asked desperately.

“Why would I tell you?” Kate was not having any of his bullshit today.

“Please, Kate.” Ethan pleaded with her.

“Fine she’s at the library. Now leave.” Kate said as she closed the door.

Ethan walked back to his car. When he got outside he noticed how it had started raining.

He was speeding towards the library and he would probably get a fine if someone caught him but he didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind: You. He parked his har in the empty parking lot. There were only six more cars there but he recognized none of them as yours. You must’ve walked.

Just as he was about to walk inside he saw you exit the library, holding books above your head to try and stay dry as you ran across the parking lot.

“Y/N, wait!” He called out. You stopped dead in your tracks and looked towards the sound. Ethan got out of the car and could feel the lukewarm rain hit him. “Please just listen to me.” 

“What do you want?” You asked him.

“Look, I'm sorry. Fuck I’m so fucking sorry for what I said at that party. Please forgive me.” He desperately tried to apologize but you wouldn’t hear him out.

“Why should I believe you?” You asked bitterly as you started to turn around and walk to your dorm.

“Because I love you!” He called after you. You froze and turned around again. 

“What?” Was all that came out.

“I love you, Y/N. I think I have loved you since we were in high school and I’m sorry I didn’t realize it until now. I’m so fucking sorry. If I could turn back time and knock some sense into myself, believe me I would. But I'm here now, telling you this because I love you and I don’t want to lose you. I even broke up with Laura, please just hear me out.” He blurted out but couldn’t finish his speech before you shut him up with a kiss. He was still at first, shocked but soon he sneaked his arms around your waist and started kissing back. He felt your fingers tangle themselves in his wet hair. The smell of your perfume was intoxicating. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, wanted for this kiss to never end but sooner or later the two of you had to break apart for air.

“Wow” Ethan was speechless. 

“I know.” Was all you said. 

“That was just, wow.” He breathed out. 

“I’ve always wanted to kiss you in the rain.” You confessed, a pink blush spreading on your cheeks and you looked down on the ground.

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked as he placed his finger beneath your chin and lifted your head up.

“Yeah” You answered him before his lips met yours again. This kiss was slower, both of you wanting to remember this moment forever.

“I’ve got something for you.” He told you with a smile.

“You do? What is it?” You asked him excitedly. 

“Follow me.” Ethan grabbed your hand and started to walk towards his car. He couldn’t help but notice how your hand fit perfectly in his and he smiled at the thought.

“Here.” He said as he handed you his jersey from his passenger seat.

“Really?” Tears started to form in your eyes as you held the jersey in your hands tightly.

“Baby, don’t cry. It was always yours to begin with and it will always be yours to keep.” He gently wiped your tears with his thumb.

“Always?” You asked as you met his eyes.

“Always” He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Now c'mon, let’s get home and get you dried but before you catch a cold.” He opened the door for you and waited for you to get in. He then closed the door and walked over to the driver's seat.

“What?” He asked when he noticed you staring at him.

“Tell me you love me again.” You told him.

“Y/N L/N, I love you more than words can describe. You are the most beautiful girl in the entire world and I know we just had our first kiss together but I know with 100 percent certainty that you are the girl for me. I love you.” Ethan paused for a second. “Do you love me too?”

“Ethan Edwards, I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. It started as a stupid school girl crush but you made it impossible to not love you.” You confessed. Ethan smiled brightly and leaned in for another kiss. In that moment both of you knew that even if you fell first, he fell harder.

[loveyou-4-life]

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘— quinn hughes

summary: never ever did she think she would be with quinn, but now she’s making it official by coming to his game and meeting his friends. guess that little crush she had on him payed off. inspired by brooklyn baby by land del rey.

warnings: mature language, mention of alcohol and sex, not proof read. used she/her/hers pronouns. lowercase intended. smoking.

authors note: i had to re write this 3 times because tumblr kept deleting my drafts.

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THEY SAY I’M TOO YOUNG TO LOVE YOU, I DON’T KNOW WHAT I NEED. THEY DON’T THINK I UNDERSTAND THE FREEDOM LAND OF THE SEVENTIES.

the first time they met was when she was 17 and he was 20. her brother, one of quinns closest friends, invited him to their villa in greece.

quinn never really payed attention to y/n, actually throughout the summer she had become like a little sister to him. so he just chose to ignore that she had liked him.

yes-oblivious to her- he knew. he found out by the glances and how she would stare at him longer than usual, that and he “accidentally” read her diary.

she still remembered the first time she knew she liked him.

— SUMMER 2019 athens , greece —

“Y/n would you mind going to fetch the champagne glasses out the back, we’re feeling fancy tonight” your mother politely asked, her thick accent coming out. you gave her a small soft toothless smile and nodded your head, while putting the final dish down in the dishwasher. And then retrieved to go get the glasses out back.

stupidly, she forgot her phone was dead and that was her usage of a flashlight. it was extremely hard to see since the only source of light came from a small window at the top and it was from moonlight. the fact that her father had found a rat earlier that week there was terrifying.

she looked everywhere and she still couldn’t find them, spiders and spiders web were everywhere. suddenly she heard a squeak.

she gasped, her phone that was on her grip was now on the ground. she bent down trying to find them, she felt her lungs tighten and her breathing stop. a light footstep was heard behind her.

her panic rose.

suddenly a pair of hand brought her up and gripped her waist. so without thinking she screamed. the hand went from her waist to her mouth and to the back of her head. she almost kneed him in the balls but stopped.

“it’s just me cara mia” quinn whispered softly. bringing his hands to her face , rubbing her cheeks softly trying to calm her down. Sensing her panic state, she finally felt her breathing relax and butterflies appeared in her stomach.

Cara mia, the nickname her brother gave her when she was born still stuck in the family. even quinn now was using it.

“Just me” quinn whispered again with a worried look on her face. She nodded signaling she was okay and he gave her her phone back.

“Mary said to tell you that she found the glasses”

— END OF FLASHBACK —

I THINK I’M TOO COOL TO KNOW YA. YOU SAY I’M LIKE THE ICE, I FREEZE. I CHURNING OUT NOVELS , BEAT POETRY ON AMPHETAMINES.

and then they met two years later, unknown to quinn she had become even more beautiful. so when he saw her at her brothers birthday party he was stunned.

she was now 19 turning 20 soon and he was 22.

she looked like a goddess.

and when she made eye contact with him, those eyes still had that attraction towards him. the only difference was that quinn also had that glint too.

she gave him a nod and a smile, he smiled raising his champagne cup on one hand and his other hand on his suit pocket.

he saw her put her empty glass down and say something to her friends before turning to go to a hallway. he knew exactly where she was going. the balcony.

so he followed her, quinn didn’t know where this attraction to her was coming from and he neither knew what he was doing following her.

then when he saw her on the balcony, his footsteps stopped. her back was towards him and she looked beautiful under the moonlight.

she wore moonlight like lingerie.

when she heard his footsteps again, she turned her head. surprised filled her features when she saw her quinn. he’s not yours, he’ll never be.

“quinn” she whispered but still quinn heard.

“cara mia” he said. her breath hitched. she didn’t think she’ll hear him say the nickname ever again. “you look stunning” he said, scratching the back of his head. she smiled and her cheeks became pink.

WELL, MY BOYFRIENDS IN A BAND HE PLAYS GUITAR WHILE I SING LOU REED. I’VE GOT FEATHERS IN MY HAIR I GET DOWN TO BEAT POETRY.

the amount of times she heard that tonight was endless but still it never had that affect on her like when quinn said it.

“thank you” she said. The tension built, sexual tension. She bit her lip looking at him, his eyes went from her eyes to her lips. Suddenly he was too close.

He reached in his pocket, pulling out a packet of cigarettes. He went passed her and on the balcony chair next to her. Bringing the cigarette to his lips and covering it so he could light it up.

He looked up at her, opening the pack extending his arm. “Want one?” he questioned. She shook her head .

“i don’t smoke” she said softly. He chuckled putting the packet on the table. Puffing his cigarette.

“still so innocent?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. she flushed and nodded. she wasn’t that innocent but i guessed in his eyes she was.

they made small talk and actually a conversation was built up. for the next hour she and him talked about life, she already had taken a seat next to him.

“You have a boyfriend?” he hesitated. she looked at him, she saw something flash in his eyes. was it jealousy? she shook her head, he seemed relieved.

they both heard footsteps, this was bad. if somebody saw them they would get the wrong picture. Especially y/n’s brother. so she hid behind quinns back when he stood up.

“there you are i’ve been looking everywhere for you, come we’re taking pictures” she heard her mothers voice say. she felt quinn nod.

when she heard footsteps getting away. she pulled back from quinn and he turned.

“it was nice to catch up y/n” and with that he left. when he saw that he went back and she couldn’t see his figure anymore from the hallway, she noticed he forgot his cigarettes.

AND MY JAZZ COLLECTIONS RARE , I CAN PLAY MOST ANYTHING, I’M A BROOKLYN BABY, I’M A BROOKLYN BABY.

but there was only one cigarette left and it had writing on it.

xxx-xxx-xxx call me - q

—

now here you stood in the arena waiting for your boyfriend to play.

boyfriend, it still felt foreign on your tongue.

you were sitting in the wags section. they were nice and you actually befriended them.

and also they were shocked to find out quinn had a girlfriend. i mean you two were only dating now for 6 months so it didn’t surprise you they didn’t know.

you continued watching the game on the edge of your seat, canucks was winning. and then quinn scored and his eyes immediately went to you and you smiled, tooth and all and gave him a wink.

I’M TALKING ‘BOUT MY GENERATION, TALKING ‘BOUT MY NEWER NATION. AND IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, YOU CAN BEAT IT BABY , YOU CAN BEAT IT.

you could already feel his smirk behind the mask.

when you went down with the others, you were anxiously waiting for him. he was the first one to come out, and he immediately went to you.

you wrapped your arms around him and put your head in his chest. he kissed the top of your head. “i’m proud of you baby” you whispered against his lips.

“thank you cara mia”

YOU NEVER LIKED THE WAY I SAID IT, IF YOU DON’T GET IT, THEN FORGET IT, CAUSE I DON’T HAVE TO FUCKING EXPLAIN IT.

the team went to dinner and quinn insisted you came and met the guys since the wags were gonna be there.

when you showed up, they welcomed you with open arms.

“so you’re the girl quinn couldn’t stop talking about” brock examined. quinn smirked as you flushed, he still had that affect on you.

“guys this is my girlfriend y/n” quinn introduced as he pulled your chair so you could sit. you whispered a thank you and turned your attention back to the group.

“oh we know quinn your mouth never shuts up about her” elias said. extending his arms for her to shake which she did. quinns cheeks turned red like a tomato by his teammates comments.

“it’s nice to meet the girl quinn couldn’t stop talking about for two years” what?

—

[cobrakaisb]

top gun: umich

summary: what if would be like to watch said movie with the umich guys

warnings: chaos, very brief spoilers (but nothing from the movie is mentioned except the football scene)

words: 645

“guys, what if we went to see top gun maverick? there’s one in like an hour,” you asked, scrolling through your phone. “i mean we could,” kent mumbled, leaning over your shoulder to look at your phone. “how many tickets are there? can we all fit?” nick asked. “uhm the entire theater is empty. we can definitely go,” you said, showing him the select your tickets screen, where every seat was empty. 

“alright let’s go,” he said, and everyone agreed. suddenly the whole group is walking out the door towards the movies. since there’s a theater ten minutes off campus, you guys just decided to walk. “i’m playing danger zone to get us in the mood,” you announced, queuing up the song. once the opening chords come in, everyone starts screaming the lyrics. 

finally, at the movies, nick and summers go to buy the tickets while everyone else goes to get snacks. “y/n what do you want?” brendan asked, pulling out his wallet to pay for your snacks. “um a cherry slushie please,” you responded with a big smile on your face. brendan nods, buying you the drink, handing it to you when the poor teenager running the concessions gives it to him. “alright let’s go or else we’ll miss the previews,” mark said, grabbing your hand as the two of you ran ahead to the theater. 

it turns out that you guys had the whole theater to yourselves because by the time the opening scenes come on, no one else is in the room. “is this the same scene from the 80s?” thomas shouts. “lame boo! tomato, tomato, tomato, throwing tomatoes!” brendan shouts, throwing some popcorn at the movie screen. “oh my god bren don’t embarrass us,” matty shouts, scolding his roommate. 

“guys stop look at tom cruise! isn’t he so fine?” you shout, pointing to the very attractive man on the screen. “he’s alright,” nolan answers, causing a loud gasp to come from your mouth. “take that back moyle!” you shouted, and more laughs echoed throughout the theater. the movie continues, you guys making comments every once in a while. then, the scene you’d been waiting for came on: them playing football. 

“oh my god she’s literally drooling!” kent shouted, pointing at you. “shut up kent! look at miles teller, he is doing god’s work with that mustache. what do you do? stick out your tongue when you score? yeah, mind your own business,” you snapped, eyes focusing back on the attractive man known as rooster in the movie. “damn kent. you got served,” luke observed. “yeah thanks hughes,” kent griped, arms crossed with a small pout on his face. 

“guys! nick is crying!” nolan shouted. “i am not,” came the captain’s very weak defense. “eddy is crying too!” “so are thom and brendan!” “add owen and kent to the listen!” “oh my god guys, y/n is sobbing what do i do?” mackie asked, a panicked look on his face.

“no way that plane flies!” steve shouted. “shut up steve it’s a movie,” jacob replied, knowing that he would go on a tangent that involved engineering concepts nobody but him understood. 

“how did tom cruise not die?” summers shouted. “ugh here we go!” micheal complained.  

finally, after two hours, the movie ended. “so did you like the movie y/n?” owen asked you left the theater. “hmm? yeah it was great. 10/10,” you mumbled, typing away on your phone. “what are you doing?” dylan asked, coming up next to you. before you could respond, the freshman snathced your phone. “oh my god! guys she’s looking up the nearest base!” he exposed you between wheezes. “how else am i going to find a miles teller? i need that this summer,” you explained, snatching your phone back. everyone laughed as you all left the theater to go home and debrief the movie.

[lukesvangelista]

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Lake Nights- Cole Sillinger

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SUMMERTIME SADNESS

“I got that summertime, summertime sadness”

Blake Wilson was a party girl... But right now, she wasn’t in the mood to party. But since it was one of her best friends' birthday, she had to suck it up.

  "Fuck," Blake sighed, looking up at the mansion where the party was. The party was happening right now. You could hear the music booming across the state of California.

"Look, I know you don’t want to go in here, because of you and Bodhi breaking up." But suck it up, because he was a shitty boyfriend and you deserve to have fun, "Blake’s best friend and roommate, Maci, said. "You don’t deserve to sit in your room mopping over that motherfucker."

"I know, it just..." Blake paused and took a deep breath. "I feel like too soon, because I know he is going to be here." Blake stated, with a sad tone. She let her head slide down into her palms. She let her head hit the steering wheel.

  "And? If he is here, What are you going to do? "Nothing... because" Maci was cut short of her sentence. due to the fact that Blake hit the car horn.

The people who where ether hanging out on the front porch, or walking up to enter the party. Look at the girls in car with odd faces.

“shit” Blake mumbles 

  "Well, now that they know we're here, we have no choice but to go in," Maci grinned. Maci opened up her door and pulled you out of your seat. "Come on, we won’t stay long."

Blake had been there for about an hour. She was already done with everything. She has talked to people, played beer pong after being pressured by maci. Luckily she had no seen or heard that her ex was anywhere at this party.

She had yet to talk to Josh, she tried to find him as soon as she got here. But failed and gave up after a few minutes.

She leaned father in to the couch, closing her eyes and resting her forehead on her hand. Falling into her own world she was snapped back into the real world by familiar voice.

“BLAKEY” Josh’s voice rang out.

“ josh, hey. I was looking for you” the girl stood up and pulled the boy into a hug. “happy birthday” she said sweetly. “ thank you, I was looking for your to earlier but it crazy right now” he said laughing.

“ oh you found each other” maci popped up out of no where. “ hey mace” Josh said looking at the blonde girl. “looking gorgeous as always”

Maci blushes Turing her head to hide the redness that appeared on her cheeks. “Aye I want you to meet some people” Josh said pulling me and Maci outside towards the pool.

“ I want to go meet them because they be around a lot this summer” he says happily.

“ BRISS, BORDS” Josh yelled out walking towards to boy who where chatting with each other with beer in their hand.

“the is Blake Wilson, and Maci Lewis” Josh introduced us to them. “Blake, Maci… this is Briss and Bords.

Blake already knew who briss was, because Josh coached him last year for some championship thing. “ oh yeah, I remember Blake. It good to see you again.” He said engulfing her in hugs.

“good to see you again, bren” she says when he lets go.

Blake eyes turned towards the boy known as “bords”. She locked eyes with the boy. And it felt like heart heart stopped.

His eyes, “omg his eyes” she thought to here self. She continued to look at the guys features. The way his shirt was loose on his body but a little tit on his arms showing off his full arm sleeve. Had her rolling.

The way his chain peek out underneath the button up shirt, holy shit.

She felt small jab, she turn to Maci and looked at here. Maci gave her “the stop drooling look”. Snapping out of her trance with the boy. She look at boy again reaching out her hand to say hi. This time he was staring at me.

“hi, I’m Blake” she smiles, “yeah, I know my sister loves your vlogs” he replied. “that wonderful, what her name?” Blake asks “Jade”.

“And your name is?” she asks. “Thomas, Thomas Bordeleau” they shook hands. “or bords, is fine.” “That what my teammates call me”

“Teammates?“ Blake question. Thomas goes to speak but is cut off by Josh.

“ Tommy here play for the San Jose sharks, you’re from San Jose right?”

“Holy shit, that so cool” Blake says with bright eyes. “Yeah I was born & raised there but moved to LA when I was 16.”

“so how long are you guys here for?” Maci Asks which is code for “how much time do have to try and fuck you”

Blake looks at the girl and rolls here eyes.

Brendan speaks up “we are her until the season starts, we are staying with Josh.” Maci ears perk up “oh that’s great, we probably see you a lot then”

The entire time this conversation was happening, Blake felt eyes on her, The girl looks up to see who was staring at her. And she is meet with Thomas’s brown eyes. He quickly looks away.

Blake focus her eyes to door opening, and in walk Bodhi Harris… but not alone. He walks in with beautiful blonde chick who looks like super model.

Thomas turns back to look at Blake, noticing she was staring off in behind him. He turns around to see the guys and girl she was looking at.

He turn back around, and looks at Blake. She looks as if the breath was knocked out of her, and there were tears brimming her eye.

“ I-, I’m going to go get something to drink. Do you guys want anything” she stutters.

course of no’s, and no thank you were all that was heard.

“Alright, I’ll be right back” she said before running off.

All Thomas could think was who is this guy. And why did Blake run away so fast when she saw him. Is she alright?

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back to you - nick blankenburg

pairing: Nick Blankenburg x reader

summary: Nick finally gets to see the girl he had a big crush on

“Zach, are you sure you need me?” you asked your best friend, dragging your suitcase behind you. The two of you were currently heading back to Michigan to meet the newest members of the Columbus Blue Jackets organisation. 

Zach nodded as he took your hand and dragged you towards the plane, “I need my favourite media girl,” he told you, giving you a cheeky smile. You rolled your eyes at the boy and followed him onto the plane. 

You and Zach were both Michigan alumni, so the team found it fitting to send Zach along and he decided to bring you along as well. You and Zach became close the past two years you worked with the Blue Jackets.

“Gosh, I missed this place,” Zach whispered under his breath as the two of you pulled up to Yost ice arena. You smiled at the fond memories you had made there as well. Especially the memories of a certain brunette captain the team had. 

“Come on Werenski, let’s go meet your new teammates,” you ordered the player. You already knew Kent Johnson was signing, but no one told you who the other player was. Zach led you through the arena towards the locker room where his new teammates were waiting. 

Zach walked in first, blocking your view of the new recruits. However, you were able to see that the whole team was in the locker room. Aside from Owen Power who had signed with Buffalo earlier. 

“Hi I’m Zach Werenski, this is y/n l/n,” Zach introduced the two of you. He finally moved aside, allowing you to see Kent Johnson and Nick Blankenburg. The latters eyes softened as he saw you, his boyish smile adorning his face. 

“y/n/n!” you heard some of the players exclaim. Jimmy Lambert ran over to you and enveloped you in a hug, followed by Jacob Truscott. “I missed you guys so much,” you told them truthfully. 

The boys went into immediate conversation with Zach, leaving you and Nick alone together. Nick walked in closer to you and flashed you his boyish smile. “Hi,” he whispered. 

“Hi Nick,” you replied. The two of you stood around awkwardly until you decided to break the silence. 

“I’m proud of you Nicky,” 

“Thank you y/n/n. You umm, you look great,” you heard Nick take in a deep breath before he turned towards you and dragged you outside the locker room. “Nick, where are we going?” you asked as he started jogging outside the arena. 

He finally stopped when the two of you reached your spot. The spot you spent during your time at Michigan. And where you and Nick said your last goodbyes. “I don’t want to do this anymore,” he whispered. 

You knew exactly what he was talking about. He was talking about the fact that you knew he had feelings for you and you had feelings for him and the only thing that kept the two of you apart was the fact that he was still in university. 

“Nick -” you started, but was cut off immediately by the boy. “No. no more we can’t be together anymore y/n. I finally have you here with me again and I don’t want to let you go.” 

You cupped Nick’s face with your hands and rubbed cheek with your thumb, Nick wrapped his arms around your waist bringing you closer to him. “Nothing is stopping you,” you whispered. 

Nick took one look at you before he brought your lips towards his. He tangled his fingers in your hair as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Nick pulled you closer to him, deepening the kiss. 

“I told you we would find them together!” you heard Jimmy, causing the two of you to pull apart from each other. Nick still had his arms around your waist as you turned to see the entire team staring at the two of you. 

You hid your face in the crook of Nick’s neck as the boys approached the two of you. “Does this make her our mom?” Ethan asked, pointing at you and Nick. 

Nick ignored his question as he kissed you cheek “I told you I’d come back to you y/n.”

[kolsmikaelson]

umich blurb night part 3!!

same as always— until 7:30 cst tonight i’ll be doing blurb requests for the umich boys only(list under the cut). here are request rules. please give me a little  scenario like for example: [ poly! kent + owen x reader where the reader goes to their game for the first time to cheer them on]

this list is a little shorter than before but still!! send them in:)

thomas bordeleau

owen power

kent johnson

nick blankenburg

luke hughes