#yes ellen.... YES ELLEN JOIN US

[99thpercentile]

I get the feeling that I'm in the minority here, but I posit that GLaDOS actually is Caroline, and only "not the same person" in the sense that you'd look at your younger self and be like "that bitch ain't me." I think you actually have to go out of your way to interpret them as two separate people.

evidence:

voiced by the same person (I know the initial reasoning was that Valve didn't want to hire another voice actor for a few lines, but in casting Ellen McLain as Caroline, they incorporated her being the same person into the story).

GLaDOS automatically joins in saying "Yes sir, Mister Johnson" like saying it is permanently ingrained in her. you can interpret this as Caroline taking over, but she says "Why did I just—" immediately afterwards.

when GLaDOS talks about hearing the voice of a conscience, she says "for the first time it's MY voice." I don't think she means that she's hearing the woman she gets her literal voice from. she highlights it as distinctly DIFFERENT from hearing the voices of the cores, and I imagine if Caroline were a foreign entity whispering in her ear, the effect would've been much the same.

the GLaDOS project was originally started because Cave was dying and wanted his consciousness uploaded to a computer. the intent was always for the upload to be the same person. he said if he died first, he wanted Caroline to run the place, to be put in his computer. and that's exactly what happened.

GLaDOS not remembering she's Caroline until old Aperture always made sense to me as the result of a deliberate choice on the part of the scientists. Caroline didn't want to be uploaded, and as soon as they switched GLaDOS on, she tried to kill everyone. it's logical for the scientists to think that if they suppressed her memories, she'd have no reason to try to kill them (but instead, she was just filled with murderous rage and no longer knew why).

the story just doesn't have the same impact otherwise. GLaDOS's reactions to rediscovering old Aperture make more sense if it's her past she's rediscovering, rather than the past of...a human that was shoved into the chassis with her. if it were the second one, I think she would just feel violated, not have any major revelations.

counter-evidence:

"now little Caroline is in here too" lyric from Want You Gone

GLaDOS says she found out "where Caroline lives in [her] brain" and deleted her, like she's a separate entity

but GLaDOS is a habitual liar. she acts like deleting Caroline means she's fully back to her old self and has gotten rid of the part of her that made her want to save Chell's life, but there's...lots of evidence that she still cares about Chell after the fact (letting her go anyway, the companion cube, the turret opera if you think GLaDOS arranged that, talking to the co-op bots about Chell like she's an ex she's still heartbroken over...). I also think GLaDOS would like to imagine her and Caroline as two separate entities, in the same way you might find your younger self embarrassing and want to distance yourself from that person. I think it's notable that both instances where she refers to Caroline as a separate entity are at the end of the game, after Chell has been passed out a while and she's had time to process everything and compartmentalize. her instinct when the revelations are first happening is to refer to Caroline as if she is her.

now I don't like stories where a robot has to become or be seen as more human in some way for them to be sympathetic. but I think Portal 2 is an excellent subversion of this trope, because GLaDOS is a robot that learns she used to be human and then discards that humanity (symbolically if not literally). Caroline may not have wanted to be uploaded, but from the Want You Gone lyrics "one day they woke me up / so I could live forever / it's such a shame the same will never happen to you" I think we can say that GLaDOS definitely prefers being a robot now that she is one.

anyway this post was supposed to be much shorter than this, thank you for coming to my Ted Talk

[estapa-edwards]

can you do a Jack Hughes x reader on their engagement day. Like Jack is awarded with something within the New Jersey devils and takes pictures with family and ends up giving reader a signed game worn jersey asking her for a hand in marriage and reader says yes, he also gets down on one knee and gives reader an big diamond ring. Thanks❤️❤️❤️❤️

ENGAGEMENT - J.HUGHES

paring: Jack Hughes x reader

word count: 1.3k

requested? yes

warnings: use of y/n.

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The night was electric at the Prudential Center, home of the New Jersey Devils. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation as fans poured in, eager for a night of celebration and hockey. It wasn’t just any game night; it was a night dedicated to honoring Jack Hughes, the Devils' rising star. Jack had been awarded the prestigious title of the team's Most Valuable Player, a testament to his incredible season and growing influence in the NHL. But for Jack, this night held an even more significant meaning.

Y/N stood among the crowd, her heart swelling with pride as she watched Jack take the ice. The spotlight followed him, illuminating his journey from a promising rookie to a celebrated player. She knew how hard he had worked, the countless hours of practice, the physical and mental challenges, and the unwavering determination that had brought him to this moment.

As the ceremony commenced, the arena's giant screens played highlights of Jack's best plays. The crowd erupted in cheers with every goal and assist, their admiration for Jack palpable. Y/N couldn’t help but feel a surge of happiness. She had been by Jack's side through it all, his biggest supporter and confidante.

Jack's family was also present, their faces beaming with pride. His parents, Ellen and Jim Hughes, stood alongside his brothers, Quinn and Luke, all sharing in the joy of Jack's achievement. The Hughes family had always been close-knit, their bond unbreakable. Y/N felt a warm connection with them, having been welcomed into their family with open arms.

As the ceremony reached its peak, the Devils' captain handed Jack a trophy, recognizing him as the MVP. The crowd's applause was deafening. Jack, usually composed, had a hint of emotion in his eyes as he held the trophy aloft. He took the microphone, his voice steady but filled with gratitude.

"Thank you all for this incredible honor," Jack began. "I couldn't have done this without the support of my teammates, coaches, and, of course, my amazing family. You all have been my rock."

His gaze shifted towards Y/N, his eyes locking with hers. "And to Y/N," he continued, his voice softening, "you've been my biggest supporter, my partner through thick and thin. I couldn’t have asked for a better person to share this journey with."

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat. The crowd cheered once more, but all she could focus on was Jack, his words resonating deeply within her.

After the ceremony, Jack was whisked away for photos with his family and team. Y/N watched from the sidelines, her heart brimming with love and admiration. She saw Jack's interactions with his family, the genuine smiles and laughter they shared. It was evident how much this moment meant to all of them.

Jack caught Y/N's eye and waved her over. "Come on, Y/N, join us!" he called, his smile wide and inviting. She made her way over, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. The photographer positioned them, and they took several photos, capturing the joy and pride of the night.

As the photoshoot wrapped up, Jack turned to Y/N, his expression serious yet tender. "There's one more thing I need to do," he said, reaching into his bag. He pulled out a game-worn jersey, his number emblazoned on the back. The jersey was a symbol of his journey, the sweat and effort he had poured into every game.

"Y/N," Jack began, holding the jersey out to her, "this is for you. It's more than just a piece of clothing; it's a part of my journey, a journey that I want you to continue being a part of."

Y/N took the jersey, her hands trembling slightly. She looked up at Jack, her eyes glistening with emotion. "Jack, I—"

But before she could finish, Jack took a deep breath and got down on one knee. The arena seemed to hold its breath, the crowd falling silent as they realized what was happening. Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it to reveal a stunning diamond ring, its brilliance catching the light and sparkling like a thousand stars.

"Y/N," Jack said, his voice filled with emotion, "you’ve been with me through every high and low. You’ve supported me, believed in me, and loved me unconditionally. I can't imagine my life without you. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she looked at Jack, her heart overflowing with love. "Yes," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "Yes, Jack, I will marry you."

The crowd erupted into applause, their cheers echoing through the arena. Jack slipped the ring onto Y/N's finger and stood, pulling her into a tight embrace. They shared a kiss, the world around them fading away as they celebrated their love and commitment.

The Devils' mascot, NJ Devil, danced around them, adding a touch of humor to the heartfelt moment. Jack's teammates and family surrounded them, their congratulations and well-wishes blending with the cheers of the fans. It was a moment of pure joy, a perfect culmination of Jack's achievements on the ice and his love off it.

As the night continued, the celebration grew. The Devils won their game, adding to the night's happiness. Y/N and Jack found themselves at the center of attention, their engagement the talk of the evening. They took more photos, with Y/N proudly wearing Jack's game-worn jersey, a symbol of their shared journey.

Jack's parents embraced Y/N, welcoming her officially into their family. "We're so happy for you both," Ellen said, tears of joy in her eyes. "You’ve always been like a daughter to us, and now it's official."

Quinn and Luke teased their brother, but their happiness was evident. "About time, Jack," Quinn joked, clapping him on the back. "You’re a lucky guy, Y/N's amazing."

As the night wore on, Y/N and Jack stole a few moments alone, away from the crowd. They stood on the ice, the arena now quiet and empty. The silence was peaceful, a stark contrast to the earlier excitement.

"I can't believe this," Y/N said softly, looking at the ring on her finger. "It's like a dream."

Jack took her hands in his, his gaze tender. "It's our dream, Y/N. We've been through so much together, and this is just the beginning. I promise to always be there for you, to love and support you just like you’ve done for me."

Y/N smiled, feeling a warmth spread through her. "I love you, Jack. I'm so proud of you, and I'm so excited for our future."

They shared another kiss, the cold ice beneath their feet a reminder of where their journey had started. It was on the ice that Jack had found his passion, and it was on the ice that he had found his love.

As they walked off the ice hand in hand, Y/N glanced back at the empty arena. It held so many memories, and now it held one of the most precious moments of her life. She knew there would be challenges ahead, but with Jack by her side, she felt ready to face anything.

Their engagement day was more than just a celebration of Jack's achievements; it was a celebration of their love and commitment to each other. It was a night they would remember forever, a night that marked the beginning of a new chapter in their lives.

As they stepped out into the cool night air, Y/N looked up at the stars. They seemed to shine brighter, reflecting the happiness in her heart. She squeezed Jack's hand, feeling the promise of their future together.

"Here's to us," Jack said, his voice filled with hope and excitement.

"Here's to us," Y/N echoed, her heart full of love.

And with that, they walked into their future, ready to face whatever came their way, together.

[pitchsidestories]

Baby It's Cold Outside II Alessia Russo x Reader

a/n: based off this request. We hope you enjoy a wintery oneshot.

masterlist I word count: 1602

Alessia Russo’s eyes were still closed as she discovered that your bed side was already empty: “Babe..?” It did not take you too long to come back to you and your girlfriend’s shared bedroom. You beamed at her excitedly: “Lessi, it snowed over night!”  “Come back. It’s cold.”, the striker demanded, shivering from the temperature you brought from outside.  Amused you asked her:” Don’t you want to go and see the snow?” “No, I want to stay in bed and cuddle.”, Alessia replied with a crooked smile. Grinning you remarked: “You don’t want to leave the bed, huh?” “No, it’s so warm and comfy.”, the blonde shook determined her head.

An innocent smile was forming on your lips while you proposed:” What if we go downstairs to the fireplace?” “But you want to go out into the snow, right?” “Yes, I’ll let our little puppy out and when we can cuddle on the sofa, okay?”, you admitted, already looking for the tiny golden retriever. Quickly Alessia got up from the bed: “Wait, I’ll get dressed.” “So, you do want to join us for a little walk in the snow?”, you realized happily. She confirmed with a nod: “Yes, I’m coming.” “Perfect.”, you mumbled.

During the time the English forward was changing into some comfy clothes you put on a leash on your very excited puppy.

Outside the nature was covered in a snowy white blanket which made it look like a scene straight from a fairytale your parents were reading to you when you were a child. But even fairytales did have a darker side to them and Alessias mood has been a bit down the recent days as you noticed.

Worried you turned to her:” Do you want to talk about what kept you up at night?” “Oh no, it’s fine.”, the taller woman shrugged her shoulders and tried hard to keep her tone light. Unconvinced by her reaction you begun: “Alessia..” “It’s stupid.”, the forward seemingly waved off your concern. Encouragingly you slipped your hand into hers: “You can still tell me, you know I won’t judge you.” “I know you won’t.”, she softly sighed. You waited out for her to further explain what has been going on in her brain:“So?”

“It’s just the pressure.”, Alessia answered honestly. Attentively you questioned her:“At the club?”  “Everywhere.” The sad look on your girlfriends face touched you deeply, so you tried to mend her worries: “I know they want you to be the next Kelly Smith for Arsenal or the next Ellen White for England, but you know what?”

Alessia looked up. She was absentmindedly touching the snow on the bushes you passed. “What?” “You‘re best when you‘re you.”, you smiled encouragingly at your girlfriend. She rubbed the snow between her fingers until it melted, the corner of her mouth quirked up; “Thanks, love.” “You‘re welcome.” “I‘m just happy to have the day off.”, she admitted. You nodded thoughtfully; “Breaks are important.” Your girlfriend hummed in agreement but your attention was caught by a pile of freshly fallen snow.

You bent down to pick some up and shape it into a ball. It left your hands cold and tingly. Alessia watched you cautiously; “What are you doing?” You turned back to her with innocent eyes; “Distracting you for a bit.” And then you threw the ball. It hit Alessia right in the chest.

She squealed in surprise and looked down at the wet stain on her jacket; “Ew, stop that!” “Oh, come on.”, you laughed, happy to see her smile return. She pointed a warning finger in your direction; “I‘ll get you back!” “Try it!”, you teased. As you expected, your girlfriend grabbed a handful of snow and made her own snowball. Her eyes narrowed as she targeted you.

The snowball hit you on your shoulder as you tried to turn away, leaving bits of snow all over your clothes. “Got you!”, Alessia cheered happily. “Damn it.”, you cursed to yourself. When you turned your face back to your girlfriend, she already had both hands full of snow again and was coming towards you. “Oh no! No snow in my neck, please!”, you pleaded and tried to wriggle away from her as she tried to stuff the snow inside your jacket.

The coldness on your throat made you gasp. “Sorry. Here‘s some more.”, Alessia laughed, putting new snow in the collar of your jacket. You softly pushed her away with a shriek. You could feel pieces of snow slide down your clothes, directly on your skin. You almost immediately started shivering; “S-so c-cold.” “It‘s just snow. You wanted to go outside.”, your girlfriend shrugged but still wrapped you up in her arms while she carefully guided you to continue your walk. “Yes but someone obviously wanted to speed up this little walk so we can get cozy again.”, you replied, giving her deprecating look. Her ice-blue eyes blinked at you with innocence; “I don‘t know what you mean.” ”You do know that!” She rolled her eyes and sighed, her breath visible as a small cloud in the cold; “Let‘s go or I‘ll hit you with another snowball.”

“Is that the Italian side of you speaking?, you joked before continuing, we’re going, I could need a hot shower when we’re home though.”  With a cheeky grin on her face Alessia agreed: “Oh yes, me too.” “We can do it together.”, you suggested with a playfully seductive smile.  The striker winked at you: “Yes, so you can’t use up the hot water.”

A couple of minutes later you two hurried up the stairs on the way to your bathroom. Relieved you turned to your girlfriend as you reached the door: “Let’s get in there.” “Coming.”, the blonde whispered into your ear. Apologetically you looked down to your puppy:” No, little one, you’ve to stay outside the bathroom.” “Sorry.”, Alessia stroking the golden retriever’s fur before getting inside. Still, you promised your pet: “We’ll be right back.”

After you took a shower together you were entering the living room with two hot chocolates in your hands. The light of the fire was turning the scenery in front of your eyes into a warm glow. Cheerfully the taller woman remarked: “That smells so good.” “It tastes even better.”, you told her. “Thank you, love.” “Here you go.”, you handed your girlfriend her cup. She closed her eyes as she was taking her first sip:” It’s perfect.” “Agreed.”, you nodded. Her eyes twinkled as she pointed out: “That’s better than being out in the cold.”

From the sofa you had an excellent view into your little back garden, delighted you couldn’t suppress a little squeal: “It started snowing again.” “You’re right.”, Alessia admitted but she couldn’t take her eyes from you as she enjoyed seeing you this happy about such a small thing. Enchanted by what you saw you said: “It looks so beautiful.” “You really love the snow, huh?”, your girlfriend asked as she was covering you both with a cozy blanket.  

Dreamily you reminisced: “I do. It reminds me of the winters in Norway.” “Missing it?”, the striker wanted to know from you. Truthfully you replied: “Sometimes.” “Sorry.. maybe I can ask your mum for some Norwegian recipes, and we can bake something together soon.”, Alessia suggested. If you were not warm already due to the soft blanket and her warm embrace, you’d be by those words now:” You’d do that? That’s really sweet of you. Maybe we can make a menu out of it? Main dish Italian and the dessert Norwegian?” “Sounds delicious.”

“Oh yes. Looks like the little one is sleeping again.”, you draw her attention to your asleep puppy which lay right in the middle of you two.  Lovingly Alessia glanced at the golden retriever:“He’s so cute.”

You nodded in agreement; “True.“ Alessia set her mug down on the coffee table in front of you. You could feel her shift next to you. Her head ended up on the arm rest of the sofa.

With a smile you realized that her eyelids were already half closed. Smiling, you reached over your dog to carefully rub her leg; “You can sleep too, love.“ Alessia shook her head, opening her eyes again; “No. I want to enjoy my free day with you.“ But her statement was immediately followed by a yawn. “It’s okay, you need that rest.“

Your girlfriend stretched out her arms towards you; “Come here.“ “Coming.“ Slowly you moved your dog to the other side of the sofa to not wake him up but the walk must have exhausted him as much as your girlfriend. When you finally sat right beside her, she put her arms around you and pulled you into a tight hug on top of her.

She sighed with content, her eyes falling shut again; “Is it too early to watch a Christmas movie yet?“ “No, I’ll put something on, don’t move.“, you laughed, temporarily exiting the hug and reaching over to the coffee table to get the remote. “Thanks.“, Alessia yawned as you picked the cheesiest Christmas movie you could find, knowing that your girlfriend will only be able to watch the first few minutes.

You ignored what happened on screen, your attention was on Alessia who was adamant to keep her eyes open. Slowly but surely, she had to give in, her breathing slowing down. You pressed a quick kiss to her forehead; “Sleep well, love.“ “Not asleep…“, she mumbled tiredly. You nodded with a grin; “Sure.“

The snow continued falling but you just couldn’t take your eyes off your girlfriend. She hadn’t looked this relaxed in weeks.

[sc0tters]

Guest Room | Trevor Zegras

summary: sometimes all you need is a trip away to an old friend.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (m receiving), use of a sex toy, swearing.

word count: 4.62k

authors note: this is acc for a Trevor I have never written for in pre ducks debut so this takes place in 2021! I wanted to change things up for our f1 x hockey playlist so here we have one who is a rookie! I think it should be a given by now but we need to thank @sweetestdesire for letting me pick her Trevor smut brain to help write this one out!

You needed a break. 

Life had been on this weird high after you won the Formula Two championship and were now moving up into the McLaren F1 team as a reserve driver. You hated how out of place you felt yet that somehow you still hadn’t done enough to be where you deserved to be. 

You had settled into your apartment in London now and after spending Christmas with your family you got an offer you couldn’t resist. Trevor had just returned home from the World Junior Championships and he was in need of some company in his apartment. He was back in San Diego awaiting his debut for the Gulls but that didn’t matter for him as he craved seeing the one person who was ready to be honest with him. You craved that attention too as you were at your wits end with everyone in your parents lives wanting to know about your career “you stay safe okay?” Ellen sighed as she pulled you into her arms. 

It made Jim smile as you rolled your eyes “Z might be irresponsible but at least you know who killed me if I go missing.” You joked seeing your mom grow unimpressed “you should get going before you are late kid.” Jim pointed out as he kissed your head before he ushered you off. 

Even as you went off in the world before each race your parents were watching as you left to the airport. Hockey fans were all around with most in redwings gear, making your bluejays cap blend you in as though you were meant to be a mere fly on the wall. You watched your brothers do well in both Vancouver and New Jersey when they seemed to have everything under control like they knew what they were doing was right for them. 

You used to love racing, it was your everything. But spending a season forcing every free moment you had into training only to be beaten to a seat, it killed you. It threw this spanner into the works that fried your brain leaving you unsure about everything as you lacked the simple clarity that was once your comfort. 

That was part of the reason you couldn’t say no to joining Trevor. He might have always been Jacks friend first but that boy knew how to react to whatever it was you seemed to feel. So in that moment you just needed someone to be honest with you. 

San Diego was warmer than Michigan as you were now getting ready to discard your coat as there was no snow in sight“speedy!” As ironic as your nickname was, Trevor didn’t give it to your for your speed on a track in your car. He gave it to you because he has never seen someone run away from a group of teenager boys after a work out as fast as you do. 

You whipped your head around with a soft smile on your face as you locked eyes with the older boy “it’s good to see you.” He mumbled pushing himself off of his car as he made his way over to you “wish I could say the same mr MVP.” You teased barely being able to contain your smile as you let out a laugh at the feeling of his arms around you. 

It was one place that you always seemed to feel comfortable no matter where you two were “don’t start with me ms world champion.” It didn’t take him long to see that is joke didn’t land in the way that he wanted it to “think you’ve been on a long flight.” He announced taking your suitcase from behind you letting his one arm stay wrapped around your waist. 

Being back around him already was having an impact on you as you felt like you were melting into his touch “thank you.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, one you swore he couldn’t hear. But instead he smiled as he nodded opting to keep his newfound joy to himself. 

In all honesty you were surprised when you saw his apartment, the ride to the building was just enough time that you were both able to catch up on life. But now you were stood in an apartment that had not one but two properly decorated rooms “when did you decide to get a bed?” You cocked your head remembering to the time where he had only an air mattress on the floor for weeks.

It made him pull his eyes into a sharp line “ha ha very funny.” He placed his keys in the bowl before his eyes shot to the grey couch in front of him “but my mom came and decorated the place.” His confession made your lips form into an o shape.

You clasped your hands together “I knew it!” A laugh left your lips as you were happy to hear that you were right “yes now would you like to come sit and tell me why you picked San Diego over New Jersey?” Jack had let it slip to Trevor how irritated he was that you didn’t want to see your brother but instead his best friend. 

Trevor tapped the cushion next to him motioning to you to join him on the couch “I needed to get away.” You confessed as you shrugged “Jack means well but he thinks reserve is such a great position for me.” Your scoff wasn’t missed as you shook your head. 

The boy felt bad as he knew your brother hadn’t shut up about your achievements “you deserve to be on a team.” Trevor disagreed with your opinion “and I will always let you come back here to avoid your brothers.” His words made you smile. 

He watched you pull your feet on the cushion “be careful because soon you won’t get rid of me.” You joked as you let out a giggle “hey at least you know how to cook.” Trevor shrugged making you scoff. 

You threw the pillow behind you at him resulting in his laugh echoing off of the walls of his apartment “I would not cook for you!” You shook your head “you wouldn’t have to do it every day.” The boy countered as he smiled. 

The two of you got the chance to just sit there in this peaceful silence “but on a real note could you cook tomorrow night?” He began as he scratched the back of his head “I have practice late and I don’t think either of us can be doing restaurants two nights in a row.” He explained as your stomach growled on cue “you want dinner now?” Trevor teased as he smiled running his fingers over your knee.

You wanted to act like you were but as the last thing you had was the cut up fruit you had for breakfast and the overpriced bottle of water from the airport “let me get dressed.” You were in dire need of a proper change out of your winter clothing for the warmer weather that the west coast sported “and y/n.” Trevor called out as he watched you walk to the guest bedrooms door. 

You cocked your head as you nodded “I’m glad that you’re here.” His confession was so sweet that if any of the other boys heard him, Trevor would have been chirped at forever “me too.” You smiled ad you walked into the guest bedroom letting the door shut behind you. 

When Trevor left for practice you found yourself at a mall. The boy said he was going to be gone for hours with a game prep session right after which gave you both ample time to shop for groceries and window shop. Part of you had been left irritated as there was a new headline that again called into question your abilities as a driver if all you were getting was a reserve role. 

It was just another tap at your sanity that was only left feeling worse after last night. You had woken up in the middle of the night needing a glass of water when you heard Trevor. He clearly had a video open of some sort as you could hear both foreign female and male voices. But what got to you about it was that it was porn. 

Trevor let whimpers and moans fall from his lips that were enough to make you squirm as you had been feeling sexual frustrated. The last time you had sex was well over six months ago and your fingers and brush handle could only do so much for you and it wasn’t enough. 

So when you walked by Lotions and Lace it was as though your thoughts had been answered. You had never made the jump to sex toys before but with your only other current option being your brother’s best friend it seemed like the better of the two. Your eyes settled on the first vibrator you found as it was hot pink and on some massive display case. 

Before you knew it you were back at his place with dinner in the oven as you stared at the bag in front of you. The box that held the vibrator peeked out from the corner, with some over exaggerated message about pleasure on it that made your cheeks grow warm.

Your foot tapped against the floor as you looked to your watch and then back to the box, before your eyes settled on the door to Trevor’s room. He had shut it before he left but you could still hear the faint moans from last night as you let your hand form a fist as your thighs pressed against each other “fuck it.” You grumbled grabbing the bag from the table as you headed to your own room. 

You didn’t bother with shutting the door behind you. Since you could feel the wet patch forming on your panties, and you swore you were going to have at least twenty minutes before Trevor came home. Your leggings were stripped from your legs as you pulled your panties down with them making sure to kick both items of clothing away. 

The buzzing noise echoed in your ears as you trailed the head of the vibrator over your clit as your thighs spread “fuck.” You whimpered feeling your thighs begin to squirm. 

The picture of Trevor’s moans played in your mind as you caught your lower lip between your teeth. Your eyes screwed shut as you began to tease yourself enjoying the feeling of pleasure that you hadn’t felt in years “please Z.” The whimper fell for your lips as you began to picture him on top of you. 

Trevor smiled as he walked back into the apartment as the smell of chicken in the oven invaded his nostrils “y’know the offer to come live as my chef is still on the table.” He joked thinking you were sat in the living room “god.” You moaned feeling your eyes roll back into your head. 

It was enough to make the boy freeze as he realised what was going on. He felt wrong letting his eyes trail to your room but somehow he couldn’t find a way to stop himself. Your moans echoed in his ears and as his cock grew harder in his shorts. 

He let his bag drop to the floor as he cleared his throat “I’m so close Z.” The whimper made him walk closer to your room as he wondered if he heard you right “feel so good Trev.” Now he knew you were talking about him. 

The boy took more steps to your door until he finally let his eyes stick in the opening of the door. You were a heavenly sight as you were in a strappy top and nothing on your bottom half was bare as you continued to tease your clit with your new toy. 

Trevor couldn’t help but grunt as you moaned letting your body squirm against the sheets. The sudden noise made your eyes shoot open to the door where the boy stood “hey pretty girl.” You continued what you were doing as you watched him stare at you. 

He smirked watching your free hand travel up to your breast “need more.” You moaned again starting to feel like you were getting close “you think I’d just let you get to come that fast?” Trevor sucked at his teeth as he crossed his arms. 

Your face dropped as he laughed “c’mon you’d have to beg if you want anything more.” The boy explained walking closer to you “want you to make me feel so full.” You begged feeling tears form in your eyes as he smirked.

The boy stood his ground “so is that why you decided to act like a little slut and fuck yourself on my guest bed?” His words made your cheeks turn red as you nodded “needed it so bad.” You confessed as you watched him hover over you. 

His hand dropped to yours as he helped control your hand wanting to get you to come “be a good girl and let go then.” He took control of your vibrator as he tilted it closer to your clit “fuck!” You groaned arching your back as you drove your hips closer to the toy.

Trevor watched in awe as pleasure shot through you reached the high “god right there!” You whimpered feeling your thighs shake as they began to clamp together. 

He didn’t let it stop as he watched he’d you continue to fuck yourself through your orgasm “please Z enough.” You shook your head trying to pull away from him “you think you have been a good girl?” He asked seeing tears stream down your cheeks from the overstimulation as your cunt burned.

As you stayed quiet the boy finally listened pulling it away from you “holy shit.” Your chest heaved as you pushed your hands through your hair “you still with me pretty girl?” Trevor toyed the toy off as he helped you sit up straight “felt so good.” Your confession was quiet as you stared at the ground. 

It made him smile as he ran his fingers under your chin “c’mere doll.” He muttered as he cupped your cheeks pulling you closer to him “think it’s about time I get to taste you.” Trevor dropped his head to kiss you.

The kiss was needy as his tongue grazed across your lower lip “mhm.” The hockey player let out a grunt as you straddled his lap given yourself the upper hand. 

You propped yourself up by your knees as the taste of his kiss had remnant’s of the Gatorade you assumed he drank after practice “fuck baby.” Trevor let out a grunt as he watched you grind your hips into his. 

He let his hands travel down to your hips trying to stop you “I’m gonna need you to behave before I come in my fucking pants.” He warned shaking his head as he looked down to the new wet patch that was forming on his pants “you’re no fun.” You let your lips form a pout as you kissed him once more before you slid onto the floor letting your knees rest on the cool wooden floor. 

The boy swore he was dreaming as he watched you sit there “think it’s time I make you feel so good.” You cooed sending him a smile as you ran your hands up his sweatpants “fuck please baby.” He begged propping himself up as he placed his hands behind him.

You tugged at his sweatpants pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung out as it hit his torso “you look so pretty.” You mumbled licking your lips as you felt your mouth water “it’s all for you doll.” He confessed biting at the inside of his cheek when your hand wrapped around his cock.

You pumped them up and down a few times before you watched his precum ooze out of the swollen head “fuck don’t tease me.” Trevor groaned watching your head drop to the point where you were mere millimetres away from him “ask me nicely.” You let out a dry laugh looking up at him. 

Your hand began to speed up leaving him quiet  “not so brave are you know big boy?” You cocked your head as you grazed your thumb over his head picking up the precum leaving Trevor to watch as you brought your hand up to your mouth wrapping your lips around the finger. 

Your tongue swirled around it letting out a moan as you could taste the saltiness on your tongue “please.” Trevor found himself jealous of your finger and he couldn’t believe that he was willing to admit that too “since you asked so nicely.” You nodded smiling to yourself as you slipped your thumb from your lips watching the trail of spit break from your mouth. 

The hockey player didn’t need to say anything more as you wrapped your lips around his cock “fuck you’re perfect.” Trevor let out a grunt as his hands went to your hair. 

You hollowed your cheeks out as your nose hit his pelvic bone trying to take as much of him as you could. The boy watched you look up at him through hooded eyes “keep sucking that cock f’me.” He mumbled as you fell into this steady rhythm.

He was in awe as the sound of you gagging echoed in his ears as you tried to take more of him each time you let your mouth take more of him as you tilted your head trying to open your throat. Trevor swore it was pure heaven as he began to bring his hips up to meet your face trying to get himself closer to that high. 

Last nights efforts felt like a distant thought as Trevor had spent it picturing that you were instead around his cock, rather than his own hand “I’m gonna.” The hockey player let out a grunt as your hand replaced your mouth once more “go make a mess for me Z.” You cooed kissing his lips again. 

The taste was addictive as he tried to stop himself “just want to make you feel so good.” You mumbled locking your eyes with his as he nodded “want to taste you before you fuck me so good.” Was the last thing that left your lips before you dropped your head again. 

Your pace was brutal practically sucking his cock like it was a lollipop “Jesus y/n.” Trevor grunted as his head fell back when he came letting his release coat the back of your throat “you’re a fucking god.” He mumbled blissfully unaware as you let his limp cock fall from your lips. 

You felt some of his release ooze from the side of your mouth “taste so good.” You mumbled bringing your hand to pot it back into your mouth. He swore that if he wasn’t still coming down from his first orgasm he would have come again. 

Trevor cleared his throat when you crawled back into his lap “wanna be a good girl and swallow f’me?” He asked as he cocked his head letting his hand wrap around your throat when you nodded. 

His hand caught the feeling of the release going down your throat “fuck you’re a pretty girl.” He muttered running his finger over your lower lip “I need you Z.” You pleaded letting out a whimper as you felt his cock beneath you. 

As you clenched your cunt the sensation made you both squirm “what do you want baby?” He asked cocking his head as he began to grind your hips against his. 

It made you hiss “your cock.” You got straight to the point as you felt your eyes flutter “ask nicely.” He taunted reminding you of the antics you played earlier on. 

You swallowed back a moan “I wanna feel so full of your cock.” You whined biting at your lower lip “want you to fuck me like you mean it.” You pleaded letting a shaken breath leave your lips.  

That was all he needed as he picked you up “Trevor!” You squealed wrapping your arms around his neck “just want to fuck you properly doll.” He explained with a smile laying you down on your sheet. 

He pulled his top off of his torso  before he was left with the sight of you already naked as you stripped out of your vest “think you already knew you were gonna get fucked real good tonight.” Trevor smirked kicking his sweatpants off as he found himself crawling to get closer to you “gonna let me fuck you raw?” The question came more so because he didn’t have any condoms on hand or in his room and he knew he wasn’t going to risk going to the store to get more, letting this opportunity slip past him.

You nodded running your fingers over your breasts “wanted you.” You whined making the boy smirk as pumped his cock ensuring that it was hard again “and now my pretty little girl is gonna get me all that easy huh?” The boy let out a grunt before he situated himself back between your legs “if you won’t Z I am sure that the little toy down there could do me just fine.” You snapped as your eyes pulled into a sharp line.

It made him laugh how he could get under your skin so fast even as your nipples peaked due to the cool air that the fan in your room created “no need to get all angry on me now doll.” Trevor clicked his tongue as he ran his cock over your clit resulting in a whimper leaving your lips.

He repeated the action twice more watching as his tongue darted out of his lips from pure concentration “just fu-ck god!” You practically jumped out of your skin as you felt him thrust his cock into your cunt letting his hips meet yours as he gave you no time to adjust. 

The boy smirked letting his head come closer to yours as he halted his movements taking in the sight properly “it’s just me.” He smirked running his fingers up your torso letting his hands cup your breasts ‘fuck off.” You grumbled as his head dipped to your shoulder.

His lips nipped at your tender skin “now that is no way to talk to me when you’re currently full of my dick.” The boy sucked at his teeth as he shook his head enjoying how he could hear just how much his actions left you stagnating your breath “please move.” You pleaded feeling your cunt throb as your walls hugged his cock.

It made him smile as he let his arms go on either side of you trapping you where you were “fuck baby.” He moaned driving his hips away before he pushed them back towards you setting up a painfully slow rhythm, like he wanted to torture you.

Your hands found themselves on either side of his cheeks “and here I was thinking that this mouth was good.” His chain lay flat against your neck as his forehead rested against yours “bout to get me stuck on this cunt.” The possessiveness in his voice made your cunt clench around him as your legs wrapped around his waist resulting in him reaching a deeper part of your core.

His lips grazed yours in a lousy effort to muffle his moan ‘but maybe you would like that?” When you didn’t answer his question immediately he began to increase his pace treating you like you were all of a sudden the last girl he was going to sleep with on this planet “want to be here forever.” You cried out as your breasts began to jolt against his skin with each thrust.

The desperation to come all over again hit you both as if this wouldn’t have been your second orgasms of the night “wanna make you never leave this apartment.” Trevor confessed letting his teeth tug at your lower lip making you whine in pleasure “just fucking make me cum first.” You grumbled letting your mouth form an o shape as he hit your thigh with a soft slap.

Trevor shook his head growing irritated at this new found attitude  of yours as he was trying too give you everything that you should have wanted “you want to be a brat and I’ll leave you without that fucking toy.” He warned honestly in half the mind to break it as you clearly weren’t going to need it whilst you were still with him.

His pelvic area grazed your clit making your eyes flutter as you drove your hips up desperate to feel that all over again “thought you liked this cunt too much?” You quipped back through gritted teeth trying your best to ignore how your legs began to shake “didn’t say I needed you to cum first though doll.” The warning was in genuine as you both knew he was going to make sure he fucked you through your own orgasm before he even thought about his own.

The sound of skin slapping was enough for you to break “please let me cum and I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want.” If the boy wasn’t currently the closest thing he has felt to pussy drunk he might have actually laughed at the offer “even on the boat?” In a drunk game of confessing things to the boy, you had let it slip that you had some fantasies about a guy fucking you on the family boat if you two took it for a night cruise. But of course it would only be someone who you liked enough to meet your brothers.

You nodded feeling his hand slide between your two sweaty bodies “anywhere you want.” You mumbled writhing your back against the sheet when his fingers came into contact with your clit “you like that don’t ya pretty girl?” Trevor teased feeling your cunt clench around him once more.

A whimper left your lips as he arched his back allowing his lips to latch onto your left nipple with his tongue swirling around the sensitive bead “please let me cum Z.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded “go make a mess on my cock.” His order came as he moved his attention to your other breast topping you over the edge when he locked his eyes with you.

It made you screw your eyes so tight that you swore you could see stars “fuck fuck fuck!” You chanted writhing your body against your sheet and him as he continued his actions of rubbing his fingers against your clit until your cunt began to clamp down on him in these random bursts trying to milk his cock.

As much as he enjoyed getting to fuck you raw he didn’t want to have to deal with the consequences as he pulled his cock out of your cunt letting his release spray across your lower stomach when his hand began to pump at his cock “god.” He let out a grunt watching the damage he had done like it was an art piece.

You looked up at him through hooded eyes as you smiled “it’s just me.” You mumbled making him laugh as he ran his fingers through your hair to push it out of your face “think I should get you in the shower before we get some dinner.” The smell of the chicken came back to you as you heard the smoke alarm go off “The chicken!”

[babydollmarauders]

GENDER REVEAL — JACK HUGHES

part of the el!hughes au

notes: this takes place November 21st, 2023!!

y/n.hughes

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y/n.hughes we’re getting the best of both worlds 🩵

so excited for this journey and for baby boy to join us in the world. i can’t wait to witness El’s transition into big sisterhood, she’s such a sweet and caring baby, i know she’ll be an amazing sibling.

currently calling Mama Ellen to get some tips on how to be a boy mom.

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jackhughes so grateful to you for giving me the two greatest gifts i could ever ask for. i love you, El, and our baby boy ♥️

y/n.hughes i love you so much, my beloved 🤍

colecaufield my godson 🥹

y/n.hughes your godson! you gonna help Jack teach him how to skate when he turns 3?

colecaufield oh, i have to share that honor with Jack? the man that trips over nothing every game? alright, i guess

jackhughes you know, it’s not too late to make Trevor a godfather again

colecaufield @/jackhughes NO! I’M SORRY! I TAKE IT BACK! PLEASE, I’VE BEEN PRACTICING!

jackhughes i’m a little scared to ask but practicing what?

colecaufield @/jackhughes swaddling, diaper changing, throwing him up in the air and then catching him

y/n.hughes okay so please don’t do that last one

lhughes_06 nephew time!! he’s gonna love me! i’ll teach him how to get chicks

jackhughes yeah, moose? how’s your girlfriend? oh that’s right, you don’t have one

_quinnhughes BURN! 🔥

jackhughes @/_quinnhughes neither do you, Quinny

trevorzegras LITTLE TREVOR HUGHES!!!

y/n.hughes absolutely not 🫶

jackhughes never gonna happen

_quinnhughes i can’t wait to meet this little angel. i know he’s gonna be just as amazing as his mom and his sister 🩵

y/n.hughes i love you Quinny 🤍

jackhughes i feel like i should be insulted?

_quinnhughes you feel correctly

jackhughes but jokes on you, i don’t. because my wife and daughter are perfect and i know my son will be too

nicohischier he’s gonna be amazing! i’m so happy for you guys ❤️

y/n.hughes thank you neeks! we’re so excited for him to arrive!

_alexturcotte he’s gonna be so cool like his uncle 😎

trevorzegras aww thanks turcs!

_alexturcotte i was talking about me…

dawson1417 have you guys picked out a name yet? may i suggest: Dawson?

jackhughes you may not

y/n.hughes @/jackhughes okay wait don’t knock it just yet

dawson1417 YES! DAWSON HUGHES!

trevorzegras she never said it was for certain, dude. it’s not happening

dawson1417 well i got farther than you 🤪

john.marino97 excited to see him at future family skates! i know with El’s sweet and caring heart, she’ll be the most phenomenal big sister ♥️

y/n.hughes oh okay- yeah, sure, make the pregnant woman cry, Johnny

john.marino97 i’m sorry (???)

jackhughes you should be, she just accidentally kneed me as she crawled on my lap to cry. but also, thanks man!

[freakenomenon]

Hey guys can we normalize accepting Ellen can be a bad or morally grey character without using her sex or assault as a reason why she could be a bad or morally grey person, thanks!

( I am about to join you as Ellen’s biggest defender I cannot do this anymore )

YES THIS YES please GOD BITES OFF ALL MY FINGERS.

OKAY LIKE don't. GET me wrong trauma can obviously result in making a person worse due to the effects of it and it doesnt ALWAYS result in someone being able to continue being a functioning member of society. its a very real thing. ( despite the fact that ellen didn't exactly display many signs of becoming worse after the assault ??? not like they even fucking elaborated on it much after it cause of course it was for shock value but whatever )

BUT CLAIMING THAT SHES JUST AS BAD AS. IDK. THE NAZI? THE WOMANIZER? THE WAR CRIMINAL? BECAUSE SHE WAS TOO /TRAUMATIZED/ AND BROKEN AFTER AN EXTREMELY HORRIFIC EVENT IS. WHAT?

okay im going on a rant but this is also a problem i see a lot in theefandom where she's immediately registered as the "nice one" simply because she's. not a war criminal or a nazi or a womanizer or a wife beater. and I exactly blame anyone for this because inherently it is. The GAMES fault.

because if you aren't utterly and completely wrapped and obsessed with every aspect of her character that is available like someone like me is i. don't think you could hear her being a smart-ass to the egyptian god of death over her wailing in distress over the fact he's yellow.

istd,, guys. gufys please she's not a horrible person but she has flaws that do not have to do with her being a victimPLEAAASEEEEE

im yapping so bad but God

[greazyfloz]

13 and 30 smut for Luke:)

Smut: 13. “They won't hear anything” & 30. “Who said you could look this good?” w/ Luke Hughes

My Little Devil

Tonight was Luke's debut as a New Jersey Devil. I flew down with Ellen, Jim and the rest of the family that could make it to see Luke's NHL debut. I told Luke earlier that I couldn't make it but actually planned to surprise him.

I got dressed in leather pants and a Devil's jersey with 43 and Hughes on the back before making my way to the arena with Ellen and Jim. Ellen and I went to Jack's car to put my stuff in Jack's trunk since Jack knew I was coming and gave Ellen the extra key so we could put my stuff in his car.

We entered the arena and watched the game. We had box seats so luckily I was able to avoid the scoreboard cameras every time they were pointed up at his family. They ended up winning the game and one of the arena staff told us to stay here and that the two boys would be making their way up shortly.

I decided to head across the hall to the bathrooms and wait for Ellen's text to tell me when he arrive to the suite. I fixed my hair and makeup before my phone dinged and I made my way back to the suite. I knock on the door instead of just going right in and I can hear Jack say: "Luke, I think it's for you".

Suddenly the door opens and Luke begins to smile from ear to ear. He bends down and wraps me in his arms lifting me up. "Congratulations Lukey!" I say in his ear as he continued to lift me up.

"Were you here the whole time?" he asks excitedly after putting me back down so I was on my own two feet

"Yes, and I am a little offended you thought I would actually miss this" I say teasingly.

We didn't stay much longer before we headed to Jack and now Luke's apartment. The family decided to come over to Jack's as well. We got there and Luke took my bags for me as we entered into the apartment. He showed me to his room and shut the door behind him.

"Who said you could look this good?" Luke says and I turn to look at him and blush as I begin to smile.

"Oh this thing?" I say motioning to the jersey as Luke makes his way over to me wrapping his arms around my waist

"Yeah, this old thing" he says before pressing his lips onto mine, "as sexy as you look wearing my name, I think the jersey looks better on the floor" Luke says pulling the shirt up over my head before throwing it across the room.

I reach behind me and unclasp my bra and throw it over to join the jersey, "Is this better?" I ask him as he unbuttons his shirt.

"Almost" he says throwing the shirt he was wearing across the room before leaning in and kissing my tits. I moan out quietly as he begins sucking then flicking his tongue over my nipples. He reaches down, pushing on my pants and I pull away from him to pull them down along with my panties and kick them to the side, "Much better" Luke says as I fall down onto my knees in front on him.

I unzip his pants and pull them down, then massage his bulge through his boxers, "Fuck I missed you" Luke says to me as I continue massaging him.

I pull his boxers down slowly as I watch him bite his lip and his cock flies out. I grab his cock and begin stroking him. His head falls back so I lean in and kiss his tip and I continue stroking him.

My mouth then slides down his cock at first only going back and forth on the tip until I gradually go further and further down his shaft. I try bringing him all in until I hear the front door to their apartment open followed by the voices of some of his family and friends. I pull away and Luke looks at me confused before moving in to press his lips against mine.

"No Luke" I say pushing away

"They won't hear anything" he says pressing his lips against mine again, "I need you" me mumbles into my lips before pulling away, "at least finish me off"

"Fine, on the floor though" I say and Luke grabs a blanket off his bed laying it down on the floor

"I'm going to fuck you so hard" Luke says as I get down on my hands and knees

"Luke, we have to be quiet" I say sternly back at him and he chuckles

"No you gotta be quiet" he says as his cock finds my entrance. He pushes inside of me hard making me tuck my head into my chest and tighten my eyes hard as I try to be as quiet as possible. "Fuck, you're tight" Luke says as he thrusts in and out of me.

"Luke, I-I can't be-" I say trying not to moan

"It's okay baby, make a little noise for me" he says breathlessly as he continues to fuck me.

He pulls out and flips me around so I am on my back. He slides his dick up and down my slit teasing me, "Luke, fuck me!" I say a little louder and he covers my mouth with his hand as he chuckles

"Shh baby" he says then thrusts hard into me, I moan out but it is muffled in his hand and he continues thrusting hard into me. "This what you wanted?" he asks and I nod my head as his hand is still covering my mouth.

My eyes roll back soon later as I cum on his dick. I moaning became quicker onto his hand as I reached my peak. Luke knew I was close and immediately after I came, I hear Luke moan: "shit" followed by a a quiet moan before he pulls himself out of me.

"I love you" he says and I look over at where he plopped down beside me and smiled

"I lov-"

"Yo, Luke!" we hear Jack bang on the door, "Are you two just going to hide in your room all night?"

"Coming!" Luke and I both say at the same time quickly getting up and getting dressed into something more comfortable before heading back out to hang out with his family.

[beachlifelez]

“Thank you, Ms. Cassandra, for the beautiful collar.”

“You’re quite welcome, Chloe, dear. You’ve earned it. And so tonight, I have a bit of a celebration in store for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I will share something with you. I am not the only older woman who has watched and admired you over the years as you have matured. But I suppose I was the only one to decide to pursue you as I have and, shall we say, ‘take you under my wing’. And you have pleased me splendidly; this collar is a symbol of the relationship we’ve built.”

“Thank you; but what is the celebration?”

“Well, since I’m not the only woman taken by your charms over the years, I’ve gathered a few of those women from your life to help celebrate your new life of service. To me and to those I deem appropriate.”

“Wh-which women?”

“A fair question. You have a right to know who it is you will be pleasuring. First, there’s your 7th grade math teacher, Jamie Everly.”

“M-Miss Everly?”

“Yes, dear. Is something wrong?”

“No, no, she was just the first woman I thought about sexually. She was my spark.”

“Trust me, dear. When you were in your bed learning about your body with thoughts about Miss Everly, she was doing similarly in her bed.”

“OMG, really?”

“Yes, really.”

“That’s so hot.”

“How about your lacrosse coach, Pam McAlister?”

“The girls on the team always wondered if she was into women. I certainly hoped she was, ha ha.“

“Trust me, Chloe, she is. You’ll see tonight how much. There is one more woman who will be joining us tonight. Your Aunt Ellen.”

“Aunt Ellen? Are you kidding?”

“No, dear, I am not. Will that be a problem? I certainly hope not.”

“No, ma’am, I promise. I just never thought…”

“That she liked women ‘that way’? Yes, she’s married, but I can assure you, she is well versed in lady love. And she knows you’ve been raiding her hamper during your visits with you.”

Chloe blushed a dark red.

“Don’t worry; she’s not upset about it; in fact, it quite turns her on that you’re being naughty with her soiled panties. Tonight, you’ll be able to taste her for real. And more.”

“How do you know all this about them?”

“Well, if you haven’t already figured it out, I have been intimate with all of them over the years. And you have certainly been a topic of conversation between us.

“Now that you belong to me, I’d like to make all of their fantasies about you come true. And some of yours as well, I gather. How wet is that pussy of yours? Mmm, very wet. Yes, lots of fantasies will be realized tonight.”

“You are so good to me, Miss Cassandra.”

“And you are going to be so good to us tonight. Shall we? They’re waiting in the great room downstairs.”

“Yes, ma’am. I will make you proud.”

“I know you will, Chloe. I know you will.”

[socialfakes]

the devils in the details- luke hughes

chapter 2; part 4: ziggy & copacabana

nhl x platonic!fem!reader

eventual luke hughes x fem!reader

nico hischier x fem!reader

the masterlist

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yourinstagram | as promised, here is proof that i still have ziggy 😊 and to make sure he’s not lonely, we got stardust (his new brother) ❤   tagged: lhughes_06, trevorzegras

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trevorzegras i never had a doubt 😊 and did you say ‘we’ then tag luke? 🧐  | yourinstagram yeah he was with me when i bought the polar bear  | trevorzegras so that would make him the father?  | yourinstagram if he’s the father of stardust, does that make you the father of ziggy? 🤨  | trevorzegras you’re damn right it does!😏 | yourinstagram i have full custody ❤

nicohischier ziggy has bed privileges & it’s insane 😂  | yourinstagram someone sounds jealous 😉❤

jackhughes ziggy & stardust? really?  | yourinstagram yeah. got a problem? 😂

lhughes_06 we agreed on shared custody, right?  | yourinstagram luke, you live in the room across from mine. there's no point in shared custody 😂

_quinnhughes guess i'm gonna have to get you a stuffed animal so you won’t forget me 👀  | yourinstagram i could never forget you ❤

user14 are you back with luke and jack?  | yourinstagram yes. got back today

user07 what’s it like living with 2 of the hottest guys ever?  | yourinstagram it’s chaotic 😂 just kidding. they’re literally the best 😊

bboeser we miss you already over on the west coast 😔

user05 these are the cutest stuffed animals i have ever seen 😍

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yourinstagram | alexa, play copacabana 🎶🥥   tagged: jackhughes, _quinnhughes

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jackhughes can’t tell if you like the picture or if you’re making fun of us  | yourinstagram always making fun of you specifically jack 😉

lhughes_06 where was i?  | yourinstagram inside the whole time probably  | lhughes_06 right 🙄

elblue6 I love that song!

bboeser a lake house memory?  | yourinstagram yes sir

user03 they’re so cute omg  | yourinstagram for real

user12 please post more hughes content. It seems like you have the best pics of them 😊  | yourinstagram lucky for you I have a whole folder on my phone filled with blackmail pictures of not only them, but some of our friends as well 😉

colecaufield this was my first summer at the lake house 😊

jamie.drysdale you’re lame  | yourinstagram well ouch 🥺😔💔

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yourinstagram | trying to figure out how to become a palm tree 🌴🤔

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bboeser i'm sorry, WHAT?!?

_quinnhughes tf? should we be concerned?

jackhughes you know i support you in everything you do but i think i need to draw the line somewhere 😂

lhughes_06 i'll join you in this journey 🌴

nicohischier your humor is top tier, babe ❤

user12 we should be concerned, right?

tdemko30 what are you going on about now? thought you were trying to figure out how to become a leprechaun 😂

trevorzegras wow that’s wild y/n

elblue6 you okay sweetie? 😲

user08 love how luke supports her and ellen is genuinely concerned 😂

jamie.drysdale all that coconut water has gone to your head darling 🙃

taglist: @worldlxvlys

[rowdyhughesy]

Hiding your relationship with Luke when you’ve been friends forever and Ellen finds out (like let’s say around wjc time) as well as everyone else and they’re just like finally ??

World juniors - L.Hughes

“ We know each other from the time when we were kids, and it took me so long to admit that I want to spend my whole life with you. “

- anon

It didn’t start like those big love stories you read about. They weren’t best friends since diapers, with the whole will they? Won’t they? Thing. They hadn’t known since they were kids that they would fall in love, maybe get married and have kids. None of them woke up one day and just realised that they had feelings for the other. It was gradual, they had been in the same friend group since middle school. Always hanging out with the rest of their friends, close but not that close.

Then college came and they had both committed to Michigan, the group splitting up during the summer. Everyone moving to new places and dorm rooms until they were the only two left. It became a safety for them knowing that they at least had each other. That someone was still there.

Sitting next to each other in class became study dates, who then turned into coffee dates that turned into hanging out on the weekends, going to every hockey game at yost, sleeping in the same bed, joining his FaceTime calls with his parents and after almost a year of constantly hanging out Luke asked her out. It was a yes without any hesitation.

They hadn’t audibly said that they were going to keep their relationship a secret, it just happened. No one asked so they just didn’t say anything. For those who knew them nothing had changed. They did everything they had done before, just that now it included kissing and other things in the comfort of their dorm rooms.

Ellen Weinberg-Hughes was over the moon when Luke first started hanging out with Y/N without everyone else. She knew her son and she knew that he had a crush on her when he didn’t even know about it himself. It was the way he smiled when she said something, the way he talked about what they’d done the day before when she called him. Her mothers instinct telling her that they would happen. She truly hoped that Luke would get the girl.

She just didn’t know that it had already happened.

When Luke was picked out to join team USA for world juniors, Y/N had never been more proud. Her boyfriend, her Luke. Was going to play in WJC. Then he got the C and she cried her eyes out on FaceTime as he told her. She knew he was an amazing hockey player, an amazing person and it made her happy that everyone else could see it too.

So sitting there in the stands with Jim and Ellen the girl was buzzing with excitement and a little bit of anxiety. Luke had been so busy with preparing for the tournament and practice that she had barely had any chance to talk to him, but she was here. Decked out in a USA sweatshirt that Luke gave her before he left and a umich hat to show the other Michigan boys that she supported them.

“I’m starting to believe you’re more nervous than Luke about this game.” The voice of Jim snaps the girl out of her anxiety induced staring. Turning her head towards him she masters up a nervous smile. “I just want it to be a good game for him ya know? This is such a big moment and I don’t want him to be disappointed in himself afterwards.” Ellen stays silent, taking in the nervous fumbling of Y/N’s hands, the wide eyes and how she’s bouncing her leg up and down. She really cares about him she thinks. “If it doesn’t go well we’ll be there for him. All of us, he knows he’s not alone.“ Ellen wraps one arm around her shoulders giving her a side hug.

The game ends with a win for the US, Y/N is certain she almost screamed the loudest out of the whole building when the final buzzer sounded. She wanted to cry but forced the tears back as she hugged the Hughes parents.

As they’re walking to the dressing rooms she has to talk herself down from running, excited to congratulate her boy on their first win. Instead she settles for speed walking. A big smile on her lips that make her cheeks ache but she doesn’t care because she’s just so damn happy.

When she sees Luke standing at the end of the hall talking with Duker and Rutger, still dressed in his hockey gear all rational thoughts in her brain disappears. Taking off running Luke sees the motion in the corner of his eye, turning his body towards her. Arms spread out waiting.

She doesn’t care that he’s sweaty and probably smells as she wraps her arms and legs around his body, hugging him tightly. Luke stumbles back from the impact but doesn’t hesitate as he places one arm under her butt and the other around her waist to steady her in his grip. “You were great out there, I’m so proud of you baby.” She whispers in his ear making goosebumps rise on his skin. “Thank you for being here. I needed it I was so nervous.”

Y/N lifts her head from its spot against Luke’s neck. Forgetting all about the fact that his parents and the others are in the same vicinity of the couple. The outside world just fade away when she’s with him. Leaning forward she presses a long kiss on his lips, tears starting to stream down her face from how proud and happy she is.

It’s not until someone clears their throat that the two pull away. Four sets of eyes are staring at them. Dylan and Rutger both standing there with dropped jaws, Jim is just shifting his eyes between his son and the girl in his arms while Ellen looks at them with a big smile.

Luke places his girlfriend back on her feet, both of them wearing matching blushing red faces and guilty expressions. Before they can react the two hockey players starts spitting questions at them about how,when,where,what. But they fall silent as Ellen coughs, the four kids shifting their attention to her. “We can pester them with questions later. I just wanna say that I’m happy you got the girl Luke, she’s perfect for you.”

Luke looks down at his girlfriend with an adoring smile. She’s everything he could ever want and he can’t help but think that yeah he would gladly spend the rest of his life with her by his side if she let him.

“Thanks mom and yeah she’s absolutely perfect.”

[lee-annwrites1]

for me?, part one

quinn hughes x oc

notes-

small intro, i plan to dabble in this since my last one was too confusing and time consuming.

warnings-

nothing yet…

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Vivienne, June 22nd, 2018

My heart raced as I caught sight of the old house on the lake. I haven’t been in years, yet the excitement I’d always gotten as a child only grows. The scent of pine and the sound of distant birds seem to piece together the fragments of my childhood I thought I’d forgotten.

Stepping out of the car, I hear the distant shouting and laughter of my childhood friends. I wonder whether the a reunion between us will be as effortless as it once had, or will time make its own complicated story.

The floorboards creek as I step inside, the stale smell of untouched wood fills my nose making me sneeze. “Vivienne!” Mom calls from outside, and I peer my head out the front door.

“Yes?” I question, catching sight of her kneeling in front of the small and clearly dead flower boxes placed on both sides of the steps.

“Be a dear a grab me some water for these?” She asks, and I nod my head. Water likely won’t help its decaying state, but I’ll let her try.

The glass’s are dusty, and the sink spurts when I turn it on. A clear sign no one’s been here for a while.

I step back outside, feeling the heat of the once hidden sun that now shines brightly in the mid day sky.

“Thank you Vivy.” She smiles gratefully at me, and I return it. I retreat back to the house, immediately searching for my room.

Down the hallway and a left turn, a room with tall and wide windows stays. I drop my bags beside the double bed, and walk to the windows. The house stands atop a slight hill from the water, where narrow wooden stairs cascade down toward the dock. Trees scatter along the walk, and a large deck can be seen from the corner of my window to the left outside the kitchen.

I smile, remembering all the nights I’d spend with my friends from back home in Pittsburg, counting stars from the window. We lied about how many shooting ones we’d see, just to impress each other. The thought makes me giggle.

—

Mom and I spend the next few hours dusting and sweeping the collected dust, before deciding it’s time for a much needed break.

She sits on the deck, while I make sparkling lemonade for the both of us. I bring the two glasses outside and set one on the table next to her. She thanks me quietly and I take a seat beside her.

“Is it just how you remeber?” She asks, referencing the now pink sky that fades over the lake.

“Better I think.” I mutter, still impressed by the view. Pittsburg could never compete with this.

She laughs, then takes a sip of lemonade. I hear a knock on the front door. “I’ll get it.” I say, patting her gently on the shoulder as I make my way inside.

I try to make out the face on the other side of the frosted window, but fail. I twist the knob, opening the door.

“Hi.” I smile out, unsure of what to say. Jack smiles with a flash of teeth, holding his hands together politely.

He speaks up, “My mom sent me here to ask if you wanted to join us for dinner tonight?” His confidence only grew since last we’d seen each other. Which comes as no surprise to me.

I laugh, not at the offer, but at the awkwardness. I clear my throat, “Sounds great Jacky, we’ll be there.”

He nods and turns away, skipping down the front porch steps. I hold the door and watch him walk toward the path in the trees we created all those years ago.

I shut it and return to the deck. “Who was it?” Mom questions, glancing at me.

“Jack,” I reply quickly, taking a seat. “He invited us for dinner at theirs tonight.”

She giggles, “Ellen sent him?”

“It was obvious.” I giggle back.

—

I dress in slightly more formal clothes, a nice baby pink top and denim shorts, incase we sit outside. Though it’s cooler by time we make the walk over.

The Hughes always eat dinner around 6:30 from what I remember. I always thought it was weird since my family was a 5:30 kinda family.

Mom and I don’t talk on the way, and we don’t have to. Mom carries a bottle of white wine, a favourite of Ellen’s.

The dark brown house comes into my view, making me smile. I think of all the times we spent playing in the front yard, playing tackle football or any competitive sport we could think of.

Mom knocks on the front door three times, and a rush of commotion is heard through the door.

Ellen opens it in a heartbeat. “My girls!” She smiles sweetly, wrapping my mother then me into a hug.

“How have you been?” Mom asks, following Ellen inside. I look around the room, tuning out their conversation. The living room stays the same on my left, stairs on my right. The kitchen is at the end of the open room, with a deck like mine over looking their own dock.

Ellen turns to me, “Your so beautiful dear, just like your mother.” She compliments, making my mom laugh.

“Thank you.” I smile.

“I know it’s been a while, but the boys are downstairs if you’d like to say hi.” She suggests and I nod in response.

I lead myself to the stairs, walking down as quiet as possible. I turn the corner, where three boys stand around a pool table facing their backs to me.

They discuss a next play, with the tallest pointing at the 8 ball toward the end of the table. Unsure of what to do, I watch from the bottom of the stairs. I hope someone will notice me so I won’t have to introduce myself again.

“What are you on?! Go left pocket and hit off the side.” I recognize Jacks voice from earlier, I watch his hands talk with him.

“Too risky.” A slightly deeper voice says, who stands in the middle.

“No risk no reward, just do it Quinn.”

Quinn.

“Viv?”

—

Part two

[jungle-angel]

Love Is Like A Heatwave (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: A heatwave is hanging over your hometown after the 4th of July festivities and leaves you and Calvin with only one option

Warnings: Parenthood, summer shenanigans etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse @ateliefloresdaprimavera

You pulled up the driveway in front of your house, fanning yourself and running a hand over your face. It was so fucking hot, you could barely move let alone walk the twenty steps up to the house. The thought of going back to the supermarket and standing in the frozen food section was a little more than tempting.

You gathered up the groceries and headed inside to find Calvin with Ellen in his arms, the poor baby crying and hiccupping, her face red with the heat. "I know, I know, Princess," Calvin cooed as he bounced her in his arms. "It's hot, you're cranky, Daddy's cranky."

"Mommy's cranky too," you chuckled, kissing his hot cheek.

Calvin smiled. "It's so hot sweetheart, I don't know what else to do," he said, his voice tired and heavy. "We've been sitting in the air conditioning all day but even that isn't enough."

"What about the pups?" you asked. "What about Six-Thirty and Rosie?"

"Mom and dad have'em for the day," Calvin answered.

You thought, long and hard. "Well," you said. "Not sure if the town pool is open, but it's certainly worth a shot."

Calvin looked down at Ellen. "Whatcha think Princess?" he asked her. "You wanna go for a swim?"

Ellen babbled and bunched Calvin's shirt in her chubby little fists. "I would say that's a yes," he chuckled.

You and Calvin got yourselves ready and headed straight for the town pool, the place already packed and near full of people with the same idea. You and Calvin were ready to head back to the house, when you crossed paths with Henny and her granddaughters.

"Aw hell no!" she exclaimed. "Everybody comin on down here with the same damn idea and leavin no room for anybody else."

"Same at our end Henny," you answered.

"Well ya know what? Maybe if ya'll wanna come on back to our place, we'll use the pool there," she said. "Paul just opened it up and it should be good to go."

"Henny thank you," Calvin laughed gratefully.

You, Calvin and Ellen quickly followed Henny back to her house and sure enough, their above-ground pool was all set and ready for the July heat. It felt so good to be in the water again after having spent the last few months indoors.

"Oh God it feels like bath water," Calvin groaned, running his hands through his hair and over his face.

You laughed bobbing up and down with Ellen, the little one enjoying herself immensely as you two helped her practice. Henny and her granddaughters joined you some time later, all of you enjoying yourselves immensely.

"Henny thank you for letting us use the pool," Calvin said as he bobbed up and down with Ellen.

"Not a problem honey, ya'll come on over whenever you please as long as it ain't Sunday mornin," Henny told him. "Paul and I are usually at church from eight to nine but anytime after that's perfect."

All of you laughed and swam the day away until it had begun to grow dark. As soon as you were home and as soon as Pat and Henry had dropped off the dogs and the pups, you and Calvin had set to making dinner. When dinner was done and the dishes had been cleared and loaded into the dishwasher, Calvin brought Ellen upstairs for her bath. You lingered behind in the kitchen, pulling the empty glass jar from next to the toaster and removing the little white strip of paper that said "dishwasher" and replacing it with one that read "pool".

[sc0tters]

Not Gone For Long | Quinn Hughes

summary: you broke up with Quinn two weeks ago, but what happens when you two run into each other at a bar?

request: yes/no

warnings: none.

word count: 1.63K

authors note: I have had this idea in my head for literal hours icl but since I came up with it I’ve been dying to get it written. This is also my first attempt at writing an imagine for an NHL player, so I hope you like it!

Never go to bed angry with each other.

That was the first rule that you and Quinn made when you got together and neither one ever believed that if it was broken it would soon bring the end of the relationship, but it did.

The two of you had spent two months fighting before you finally mustered up the courage to pull the plug on the relationship when he was on a two week road trip with the team.

And with that three years of a relationship were sent down the drain.

You never thought that leaving him would be easy. You knew that it would be tough on your heart as he was everywhere you looked, on billboards, the TVs at bars, even on the insides of your eyelids when you attempted to sleep.

Your best friends were your total support system during the last two months as they made sure that you never had more than a few seconds to think about the boy that you loved obviously not counting your time in your bedroom because that’s where he seemed to attack your mind.

The apartment you once dreamed of before Quinn was now the place you called home. It was a one bed place but it was all you needed as you settled back into the mundane life.

Unbeknownst to you Quinn had been a total wreck from the moment he walked back into the apartment to see it in a shell of its former self. If it wasn’t for his teammates he would have knocked on every door in Vancouver until he found you, but when the boys reminded him that you had left when he was gone for a reason it made him want to stay home instead.

Quinn wanted to be mad at you for leaving in the way that you did yet the only thing that replayed through his mind was how the last thing he said to you was “see you soon,” no kiss, not even a hug, he just walked out of the apartment. Leaving you by yourself for the next two weeks.

The moment Ellen learnt about the break up she went was on the next flight over on a mission to comfort her son. That night he cried so hard that his lungs ached and his throat burned.

It didn’t help that the Canucks had been through another subpar season, but his upset state wasn’t helping that as he hadn’t scored since you left. Sometimes he wondered if you still watched his games, each time that he’d skate onto the ice he’d search for your face in the crowd and each time he was left empty handed.

Somehow despite all this, your relationship didn’t actually end on bad terms, you two still loved each other and had truly learnt that absence really does make the heart grow fonder.

The fight that broke the camels back though now felt minuscule, if he didn’t want to come with you on your business trip to Paris you didn’t really care. You’d settle for those two weeks without him rather than the last two months, every day of the week.

Now it was present day and your friends managed to convince you to join them on a night out. It was going to be your first as a single woman. You had even managed to get a smile onto your face, not a fake forced smile but instead a real one.

Yet it felt like a balloon full of water burst above your head as you saw him.

Quinn had been dragged to the same bar by his teammates as they celebrated the fact that the season was over.

Your friend saw that you tensed up and as she followed your line of sight she was quick to apologise “we can go somewhere else if you would like?” She proposed not wanting you to have a bad night.

But as there were five of you in the group this was a moment you didn’t want to be selfish in “this bar is big enough for the two of us.” Your voice was soft as you shook your head not letting your eyes leave the boy as you stared more so in shock.

He looked like he had lost weight, hadn’t shaved so his facial hair was now growing out of control, the curls that you loved but he hated were now proudly sat on his head.

Quinn wished that he had seen his hairdresser though the second he saw you. He actually heard your best friends laugh first, it was funny how the sound irritated him.

When he thought he was dreaming or that his sleep deprived mind was playing tricks on him, he spun his head around locking eyes with you.

His cold beer glass masked the sweatiness of his hands as he chugged the last of the bland liquid before he got up “anyone else need a refill?” He watched as you walked off heading in the direction of the bar.

It was the perfect time to talk to you, yes he knew that it was selfish but part of him just hoped that you were as caught up by the breakup as he was.

So he made his way over to the bar, making sure to avoid the drunken men that walked into his path as he was desperate to never lose sight of your little green dress that he loved so much on you.

You thought he never noticed that when the told you he liked that dress on your first date you went out and bought it in seven other colours. But he did, Quinn noticed everything yet that original dress still remained his favourite.

The familiar sound of your acrylics tapping on the table sent shivers down his spine “hey,” his voice came out like a croak causing your eyes to go wide.

You stared at him through the corner of your eye knowing that if you faced him, it would have been over for you “hi.”

If you two hadn’t broken up his fingers would have been on your jaw forcing you to look at him “can you look at me?” He asked feeling the tears begin to well at his eyes “please?” The beg was enough to make your hearty break all over again.

You looked at him not caring that you makeup was now very much ruined as tears ran down your cheeks “I’m sorry,” you blurted out not knowing what else to say.

But it was also true, you did feel sorry about breaking up with him. You wished that you’d handled things better. Yes this was the best way to protect your heart but besides for that it was the worst possible option for every other thing.

Just like old times Quinn didn’t hesitate to comfort the girl as he wrapped his arms around her pulling her into a hug “I know,” he placed a kiss on your head ignoring how your tears were soaking his shirt.

The coldness of those tears hit him like a dose of reality, you left because the relationship had grown cold.

This was the first time he had hugged you since January, it was now April.

He never meant to stop putting in effort but one day it sort of started and he didn’t know how to stop it. And he was so stressed about hockey that he let the fights you two had fall into the back of his mind.

Whilst he had spent the last two months thinking you were the bad guy, he realised that it had been his fault all along.

That was almost the problem with the whole thing, you each blamed yourselves for putting the knife into the relationship.

Quinn swore that he had been doing it over time and you were just the one to give it the final push.

You finally got your breathing under control causing you to look up at him as your chin rested against the his chest “why are you here?” You asked not trying to be rude but you swore that if you were in his shoes even you wouldn’t want anything to do with yourself.

He let out a soft laugh as he dragged his thumb against your cheek “missed you,” he confessed as he watch the pad of his finger clean in the smudge of your mascara.

Hearing that he must have also had a rough time made you feel sick to your stomach “thought you would have hated me.” You mumbled still thinking that this was all a dream.

Quinn would have been lying if he said that your words didn’t break his heart “could never hate you.” He softly smiled trying to tell you that he meant every word.

As much as he enjoyed being with his friends he wanted to leave “come with me?” He asked holding his hand out for you to grab.

The way his hand interlocked with yours told you that this wasn’t a dream “we should talk somewhere a bit more private.” As much as you wanted to say that you could go back to his apartment and be fine, you knew that things needed to change.

And if they didn’t then you would be having to move on forever.

The stars shone down on Vancouver as you two snuck out of the bar, despite the fact that both friends groups watched the interaction neither decided to stop it.

Sitting in his car that parked at a lookout spot looking over the city as you two ate food from your favourite takeaway restaurant you learnt one thing:

You weren’t letting him go as easy as you did this time.

[marnerparty]

take a trip

Nico Hischier x reader platonic!Jack Hughes x reader

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jackhughes I hate you

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jackhughes …

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[swissboyhisch]

Sorry But I really Like Her

Pairing: Nico Hischier x Jack Hughes' Ex!Reader

Summary: You head to Newark to see your parents new place after avoiding it like the plague. Maybe this time, something with make you want to come back.

Word Count: 1670

Warnings: None I think

Request: YES

ANON: can you do smth where you were dating Jack and then broke up and then the reader somehow gets with Nico ??

A/N: This is basically a part two to PROM QUEEN

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Being in New Jersey was something you had been avoiding for years. But your family had moved and the short distance from New York made them want you to visit. After months of them begging you finally gave in. Newark; a place where you couldn’t avoid seeing your ex. Billboard. Posters. TV. 

First thing you did before going to your parents home was get a drink. You found this little bakery around the corner from your parents. Honestly you were delaying the inevitable. It was a cute shop that had many display cases full of baked goods. Many calling to you.

“How may I help you?” The young woman behind the counter asked as you stepped up. 

You ordered your favourite drink and a slice of cake before sitting at a table in the corner. You had a couple minutes waiting for your order. People watching had become a pastime you had picked up in New York. The city had gotten lonely and being here felt a little better. 

“Here’s your order.”

The cup and food was placed in front of you. You smiled at the waitress as a thank you. A sip helped calm your nerves. Already you had heard multiple people talking about your ex. The asshole who broke your heart in highschool because he got drafted to the NHL. To the Devils. Jack Hughes, your boyfriend for 3 years before his ego got too big for his head. 

But thanks to him, the heartbreak, you have become a model. You were so proud of yourself. For how far you’ve come. Secretly, you hope that Jack has seen one of your works, maybe a cover or two. Regretting ever breaking up with you.

A cough pulled you from your vengeful thoughts. “Excuse me?”

You looked over to see a man with a backwards cap standing there. He was handsome. Very cute. The outfit worked for the end of the New Jersey winter. 

“Hi?”

He blushed, “I uh, would you mind if I sat with you? You caught my eye and I…”

 “Sure,” You agree, nodding to the empty chair opposite you. 

“My name is Nico.”

You reply with your name before taking another sip. At this point you weren’t sure if he knew who you were or not. “How’s your day going?”

“It’s been okay,” Nico answered. “Just had work this morning. Wanted to treat myself after. How about you?”

“Oh, I’ve just come for a visit. My parents just moved here and I live in New York so they’ve been pestering me to come visit.”

The conversation flowed between the two of you. Hitting it off immediately. By the end of your drink, you could tell he had no clue who you were. It was refreshing and made you want to see him again. Nico was easily the nicest guy you’ve ever met. From first impressions that is.

“I have to go, but did you want to exchange numbers?” Nico asked.

You couldn’t help the blush spreading over your cheeks. “I’d love to.”

After exchanging numbers, you parted ways. You headed to your parents where you were surprised by seeing a familiar car in the driveway. It made you hesitate. Finally mustering up the courage, you knocked on the door.

“That must be my baby,” You heard your mum gush to someone inside. The door was thrown open and you were pulled straight into a hug. “Oh my baby!”

You followed your mother inside, through the new house and to the kitchen where Ellen Hughes was sitting at the dinner table. 

“Hi Ellen.”

“Hello sweetheart,” The woman greeted, sending you a soft smile.

Your mum clapped excitedly, “Ellen’s just invited us to Jack’s game on the weekend!”

“Oh really?”

“Isn’t that wonderful?!” Your mother exclaimed. 

It wasn’t exciting for you. Honestly, it was the last thing you wanted to do. But you promised your mother you’d hang out for the week, even staying at the house instead of driving back and forth between the big apple and the city. You’ll probably come to regret agreeing. 

Your phone buzzed. A text. From one particular person. Nico. 

While trying not to seem rude, you sat with the women at the table, having a drink with them. You messaged back and forth with Nico. Conversation seemed to flow easily with the Swiss. He wanted to get to know you and you wanted to get to know him. You found yourself smiling more and more as his texts came through. Something you haven’t done for years. 

The next few days were spent texting Nico whenever you guys could. He still had to work, travelling for it it seemed, so the texts weren’t 24/7 but pretty damn close too. You found yourself enjoying your time off and spending your time however you liked. Oh and can’t forget the occasional call with Nico when he could.

“Are you ready for the game?” Your mum called up the stairs. 

Grabbing your jacket, you walked down to join your parents and Jim and Ellen who kindly offered to pick you guys up for the Devils’ game. The chances that you’d be spotted at the game were high. So the outfit was well coordinated. Despite hating your star ex, you had enjoyed watching hockey since you were a kid. Now you avoided it until today. 

You had decided to just say fuck it and enjoy the game. Promising yourself to go down and watch warmups from a closer spot than the box you’d be sitting in with the Hughes’ family. Which came quicker than you’d expected. Warm-ups were on you and you headed down to the lower bowl. A few people had asked you for an autograph but you mostly flew under the radar. Which you appreciated. 

“Please welcome your New Jersey Devils to the ice!”

One by one players skated on. The first you recognised was Jack. Looking much more mature than when you were in highschool. Before the draft. You avoided looking in his direction. Choosing to watch the remaining players come out of the tunnel and onto the ice. One in particular caught your attention. He seemed familiar but as he did his lap around their half of the ice, you realised why he was familiar. Nico. 

“Damn.”

Nico skated on the ice, stick handling and doing his thing when something caught his eye. A certain woman standing in the crowd. He couldn’t help himself. Coming to a stop in front of you, he held up the puck and tossed it over. Giving you that pearly white smile.

“Surprised to see you here,” He shouted, hoping you’d hear him.

You caught the puck and shrugged. “I like hockey, what can I say?”

He went back to doing his thing while you watched. Nico felt good about the game. Didn’t hurt that the cute person from the bakery was watching. What you didn’t realise though was that Jack had gone to join Nico during warmups when he saw the scene. 

You. The one who got away. Talking to his friend. His captain. Both of you are smiling from ear to ear. A smile that was once aimed at him.

“Who was that?” Jack asked Nico as he joined him near the bench.

“I met them at a bakery near here after training the other day,” Nico answered. Jack could tell he was smitten. “They’re  lovely. I’m gonna ask them out.”

Jack couldn’t believe it. You were here and not even for him. It was his one regret, letting you go that day back in senior year. A model. You became a famous model while he made his name in the NHL.

As the boys took a drink during ad break, you were shown on the big screen. The title card comes up announcing to everyone who you were. Famous Model for Vogue. Behind you were Jim and Ellen. Everyone knew you were sitting with his parents. 

“Why is she sitting with your parents?” Nico asked. His brows furrowed when he recognised the people around you.

Jack sighed, “She’s my high school ex. Apparently my parents invited her parents and she was in town. Tagging along. Didn’t even know.”

“I’m still going to take her out,” Nico states. He was adamant. “Sorry, but I really like her and want to see where this could go.”

“Don’t worry, she’s worth it,” Jack answers as he skates away.

After the game finished, Ellen and Jim ushered you towards the locker room. Your parents happily chat to them while you stood off to the side. You hoped to god that if Nico had found out that he was still willing to see you. When the door opened, Nico came out first. His eyes landing on you a bit further back.

“So you’re Jack’s ex?” Nico spoke first as he come to a halt in front of you.

“Look…”

“I want to see where this could go,” Nico interrupts.

You smile shyly, “Are you sure? It’s messy, he’s your teammate. I understand–”

“Do you want to go to dinner? I know it’s late but I know this really cute diner.”

You didn’t reply as your eyes came to fall on Jack. Without another moment, you agreed to the date. Nico wanted to take you on a date. It made you happy. You hoped you both could leave without having to talk to Jack but he called your name.

You frown as your turn to face your ex. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry,” Jack states.

“I don't care. Because of you, without that heartbreak, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

WIthout so much as another word, you and Nico left Jack standing alone in the hallway with both sets of your parents watching in silence. Nico escorted you to his car and opened the passenger side door for you to climb in. Shutting your door, he walked to his side and climbed in. Starting the car.

You smile at Nico. “Let’s go. I’m looking forward to this date.”

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Chapter 1

September 1998

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Will blinks his eyes open to the dull buzz of fluorescents as the elevator chimes and jolts to a stop. It’s only three stories up, but he thinks he came close to dozing off on the short ascent. He hitches his bag over his shoulder and heads down the hallway, thinking only of parking himself in front of the TV and descending into a fugue state for the remainder of the evening.

“Hey!” Kayla says as Will opens the door. She gives him a gentle shove on her way through to the kitchen, and Will sways a little, catching himself against the wall. “You look like shit!”

“Thanks,” Will huffs. He drops his bag on the floor, hangs his coat, then squeezes around his sister in the little kitchen to wash his hands – the only remaining obligation before he can become one with the couch.

Kayla’s traded her business attire for a pair of leggings and a band tee, clearly having already been home for a while. Her red hair is gathered in a messy knot at the crown of her head, and she’s stirring something on the stove, fragrant and tomato-y. Will eyes it longingly, hoping she made enough for two. “You’re home late,” Kayla remarks. “Have a hot date?”

“Yeah, right. I was marking papers. Lost track of time.”

Kayla hums, disappointed. “Not hanging out with that hot firearms instructor I met when I picked you up last week?”

Will frowns, mentally scanning through faces and names to determine who Kayla might even be talking about. He grabs a glass from the cupboard, filling it from the tap and downing it in several large gulps. He can’t think of a single hot person he encounters day to day. Then he rolls his eyes, remembering. “Definitely not. Anyway, he’s not hot. And I’m pretty sure he’s straight.”

Kayla shrugs, eyes sparkling. “Maybe he just hasn’t met the right guy. Sounds like an extracurricular project for you.”

“Oh my god,” Will mutters. “Some of us are actually at work to work, you know.” He makes his way into the living room, dropping heavily onto the couch and throwing an arm over his eyes. Hearing Kayla settle in the armchair a few minutes later, he shifts his arm to look at his sister. Kayla winks at him. She looks just as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as she did when she left this morning. Will feels a pang of affection for his sister.

They hadn’t always been close, growing up, their four years’ age difference just a little too vast in childhood for a close bond. But they’ve grown closer in adulthood, enough to move to DC together – Will to join the FBI and Kayla as she began work as a congressional aide. Will’s so very grateful for her staunch and sunny presence in his life, especially after the somewhat grueling day he’s just had.

“How about you? Good day? Any hot dates?” Will asks.

Kayla raises an eyebrow. “Yes and yes. Spent most of the day in a phenomenally boring congress session, but then Lou Ellen and I took an extended lunch break.” She wiggles her eyebrows at him.

Will huffs out a laugh. “Well, good for you. At least one of us is making new friends. I spent the morning teaching postmortem examination of the gastrointestinal cavity and the afternoon trapped in the stupidest budget meeting you could imagine.”

“Could have been an email?”

“Could have been three post-its,” Will says tiredly.

It turns out Kayla has made enough dinner for two, bless her, and an hour later Will is feeling somewhat more like himself, feet propped on the coffee table and a beer in hand while he half-listens to Kalya’s spirited heckling of Law & Order.

“What’s your start time tomorrow?” Kaya asks at the commercial break, turning down the volume and leaning forward to stretch. Will hears the pop of a vertebrae or two and Kayla groans in satisfaction. “Maybe I can give you a ride in.”

Will nods. “Yeah, that would be great, actually. I don’t need to be there until ten, but I can go whenever you’re ready.”

Ally McBeal is starting up, and Kayla turns back to the TV. Will sighs, dropping his head against the back of the couch. “I’m wiped. I think I’m gonna head to bed.”

“Aww c’mon,” Kayla protests, “don’t you want to find out if Ally gets together with Dr. Butters?”

Will snorts. “I’ll pass. I’m just gonna check my work email and then turn in.”

Kayla frowns at him disapprovingly and Will waves her off. “Yeah, yeah, I know. But if there’s something I can deal with immediately I’d rather just do it now.”

Will settles himself at his desk, flicking the computer on. His gaze drifts back to his sister as he waits for the machine to boot up. Kayla’s looking completely relaxed, eyes fixed on the screen and sparkling with interest at the drama unfolding in front of her.

Nothing really seems to knock Kayla off balance for more than a moment. Will, conversely, feels eternally on the edge of a breakdown, never quite getting there but never completely pulling back either. His moods swing darker than Kayla’s, his silences longer and more dour. Sometimes he worries about what will happen to him when Kayla inevitably finds a partner and moves out.

It’s not that Will’s not satisfied with his work. Sometimes it just feels… dragging. Repetitive. It shouldn’t – he’s only been teaching at Quantico for two years. But he can’t quite shake the feeling that maybe this isn’t it for him. Maybe this isn’t what he’s meant to be doing with his life.

Windows plays its little chiming welcome noise and Will turns back to the computer with a sigh. He clicks through a few folders, hearing the modem screech and click as it connects to the outside world. A few more clicks and he’s logging into his FBI email.

There are already a handful of new messages – frustrating since Will only left the office a few hours ago. Nothing urgent, at least. He’s just about to shut the computer down when there’s a ding alerting him of a new email. He glances at it and then frowns, suddenly more alert.

He reads through the email once, then twice more to make sure he’s understood.

“Huh,” Will says, a mess of emotions fluttering in his chest before the feeling settles into curiosity. Maybe hope.

“What’s up?” Kayla asks, turning. “You miss a key part of the gastrointestinal cavity?”

Will shakes his head slowly. “No. They’re reassigning me. Apparently I’m done at Quantico.”

::

Will’s sitting outside the assistant director’s office a full fifteen minutes before his appointment time the next morning, one leg jiggling nervously. He dressed extra carefully this morning, his nicest suit and his lucky tie – the one patterned with little tibias and fibulas.

The email he received last night didn’t really provide much information, and now that he’s had a good twelve hours to ruminate on it, he’s a mess. Despite the fact that he hasn’t loved every second of his time at Quantico, he’d thought he was doing well there. Now he’s reconsidering everything, analyzing every hallway conversation, every off-hand comment he ever made to a student. He knows he can be sarcastic sometimes. Maybe someone took something the wrong way. Maybe all of this is his fault.

Is this their subtle way of shifting him out of the Bureau entirely?

Luckily, Will doesn’t have long to catastrophize.

The AD’s assistant clears her throat. “Assistant Director Ramirez-Arellano will see you now, Agent Solace.”

Will stands up, too fast, ignoring the mildly amused look on the assistant’s face. He nods at her, polite and steps into the large office behind her. Huge windows overlook the traffic zipping by in the tree-lined streets below. It’s bright out – cobalt blue September sky without a hint of cloud.

“Agent Solace. Please have a seat.” Assistant Director Ramirez-Arellano nods to the chair in front of her desk and Will complies, nervous. There are two other more senior Bureau officials seated with the AD as well. They’re both vaguely familiar, but Will doesn’t think he could name them.

The AD regards Will, her dark eyes inscrutable. Will doesn’t know Ramirez-Arellano well, but any time he’s interacted with her she’s been pleasant enough. Never warm, certainly not friendly, but professional. Reasonable. Will thinks she must only be a few years older than he is, but there’s something ageless about her. Regal. Her posture pristine, dark hair flawless.

It can’t have been easy for her to have risen through the ranks at the Bureau as quickly as she has, being non-male and non-white. That’s sure to require a certain toughness, Will thinks. As much as the FBI tries to sell themselves otherwise, the Bureau is very much an old boys’ club. It’s something that’s always grated on Will, contributing to the feeling he might never fully belong here – being neither old nor quite boy enough.

“Thank you for meeting with us today,” the AD says smoothly. “I’m sure you’ve reviewed the email I sent last night?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Will says. He hopes he doesn’t sound as nervous as he feels.

Ramirez-Arellano glances down to the file in front of her. “You’ve been with us for just over two years.”

Will nods. “Yes. The Bureau recruited me out of medical school. I’ve been teaching at Quantico since then.”

“And do you enjoy your work?”

It’s a simple question and Will likely isn’t expected to give an exhaustive or particularly truthful answer, but his stomach twists and he can feel heat rising in his face.

Will swallows. “Yes, I – yes. I’ve been enjoying my work. It’s challenging. But rewarding.”

There’s a beat as the AD returns his gaze, and then her eyes flick to the file on her desk again. “Your superiors report that you are an excellent instructor. Thorough. Your students speak highly of you.”

Will nods again, short. Maybe this isn’t a reprimand, then. “Thank you.”

His gaze darts towards the two men sitting behind Ramirez-Arellano. Neither has spoken. Will’s not sure if they’ve blinked.

The AD clears her throat. “Agent Solace, are you familiar with Agent Nico di Angelo?”

Will blinks. “Yes. Um. Only by reputation. He’s an Oxford-educated psychologist who wrote a monograph on serial killers and the occult that helped catch Monte Propps. I believe he was considered to be the best analyst in the Violent Crimes section.”

The AD nods in agreement. “Agent di Angelo has been a valuable asset to the FBI. He has also developed a consuming devotion to a project outside the Bureau mainstream. Are you familiar with the X-Files?”

“I think so,” Will says. “I believe they have to do with unexplained phenomena?”

“More or less,” the AD agrees. “The reason you’re here, Agent Solace, is that we would like you to assist Agent di Angelo on these X-Files. You will assist in investigations, write field reports on your activities, function as di Angelo’s partner. We would also like your observations on the validity of the work.”

The two men sitting at the back of the room are still silent, but Will thinks he hasn’t quite imagined the shift in one of their postures at this statement.

Will takes a second to process what he’s being asked. Field work. That sounds interesting, honestly. He briefly worked in the field as part of his initial training, and occasionally over the last two years he’s been asked to examine a body at a crime scene. He enjoyed it, from his limited experience. Most of his time has been spent cooped up in classrooms and mortuaries. But, wait –

“Am I to understand that you want me to… debunk the X-Files project, ma’am?” Will asks slowly, his stomach sinking.

The AD watches him for a moment. “We trust that you will make the appropriate scientific analysis of these cases, Agent Solace.” She sits up straighter, pushing her chair back. “You’ll want to contact Agent di Angelo today. We look forward to seeing your reports.”

And with that, Will is dismissed. He pauses in the hall outside, uncertain.

Coffee, he decides. Coffee, and then he supposes he’ll introduce himself to his new partner.

Will makes his way down the wide, thickly carpeted hallway, past glossy wood doors, giving a cursory nod to another agent waiting at the bank of elevators. He heads down the stairwell, then through the main entrance and onto the sunny street outside. There’s a little shop on D Street that serves Will’s favorite coffee – a smooth, dark roast – and he decides to take the longer walk there rather than opting for the more popular Dunkin’ across the street. Besides, he reasons, it’ll give him more time to think.

From the little Will can recall, he’s heard positive things about di Angelo. He must have been a couple of years ahead of Will at the Bureau, but Will had been busy with medical school, so they’re likely near the same age. He vaguely remembers di Angelo’s nickname at the Academy - Spooky. And, more recently, Will remembers hearing the occasional off-hand, disparaging remark from some of his colleagues about di Angelo’s area of interest. But Will’s never paid much attention to such things. From what he knows of di Angelo’s work, he’s a good agent.

Will returns to the Bureau with his coffee, still nervous, but a little excited too. As he settles into the idea, he realizes he really is ready to try something new, get out there and do some work in the real world.

Waiting in line to pass through security, it occurs to Will that he’s not sure where di Angelo’s desk is. Most of the agents are in a vast, open-plan area on the second floor with floor-to-ceiling windows. A busy, lively place. Will’s not crazy about working in a cubicle farm, but he supposes he’ll manage.

He pauses at the directory to look for di Angelo’s name. 024. That’s odd, Will thinks. He hasn’t spent a lot of time in the J. Edgar Hoover building, but he hadn’t realized anyone worked in the basement.

There’s only one elevator that descends to the basement, and the doors open to dim lighting, many of the overhead fluorescents burned out or flickering down the narrow hallway. It’s a little eerie.

Will checks the number on a door across from him – 011. He takes a second to survey his reflection in the glass, running a quick hand through his hair. He’s tried to keep it short over the last two years and he’s suddenly painfully aware that he’s probably due for a haircut, dark blond curls beginning to look unruly, especially after his walk outside. He flattens it as best he can, then straightens his tie and jacket. Steels himself.

024 isn’t far. Will takes a deep breath and knocks.

There’s the scrape of a chair and then a voice from within, “Sorry, nobody down here but the FBI’s most unwanted.”

Will cracks the door cautiously, peering around it. The space is dim, the overhead lights off and a few surfaces illuminated by desk lamps. The office is roomier than Will had been expecting, but cluttered, lived-in. The aroma of fresh coffee drifts towards the doorway, and Will notices a half-pot on a small cart next to a bulletin board covered in photos and notes. There are stacks of files, books and papers obscuring most surfaces. A poster on the far wall with what looks like a UFO reads I WANT TO BELIEVE.

In the middle of the room, there’s a man hunched over a desk, illuminated by the light falling from the lamp above his head. His dark hair is just a little over-long, falling onto his forehead. He seems to be focused on a series of slides.

“Um, hi,” Will says, hesitant, and the man glances up. Dark eyes, fine features. Nice cheekbones. He’s really pretty, Will’s brain tells him unhelpfully, and Will forcefully shoves that thought aside. He takes a few steps into the room, holding out his hand. “I’m Will Solace. I’ve been assigned to work with you.”

Di Angelo stands to return the handshake, his eyes on Will, something like humor there. “Nice to meet you. Who did you piss off to get stuck down here with me?”

“Actually I’m looking forward to working with you. You’re very highly regarded. I’ve heard good things about your work.”

“Really.” di Angelo returns to his seat, not taking his eyes off Will, a hint of amusement still playing on his lips. “Because I was under the impression you were sent down here to spy on me.”

Will blinks, rattled. “If you have any concerns regarding my credentials –”

Di Angelo reaches towards a paperweight at the corner of his desk, pulling a sheet of looseleaf out from under it. The movement is quick and smooth, managing not to upset the many other stacked files and papers. “You’re a medical doctor. You’ve been teaching at the Academy for two years now. You did your undergrad in physics. Einstein’s Twin Paradox, a New Interpretation, William Solace, senior thesis. Now there’s a credential, rewriting Einstein.”

“Did you bother to read it?” Will asks, starting to feel a bit nettled.

Di Angelo raises an eyebrow. “I did. I liked it. It just seems that too often, in my work, the regular laws of physics don’t seem to apply.”

Will’s not sure how to respond to that. They gaze at each other for a long moment. Di Angelo looks away first.

The dark-haired man turns back to his desk, begins digging under a stack of papers, somehow finding what he’s searching for almost immediately. “Why don’t you give me your medical opinion on this.” He glances back at Will, then blinks as if he’s just registered him still standing there. “Have a seat.”

Will takes in the cluttered space, finally selecting a chair topped only by a neat stack of empty file folders. Lifting them, he turns, ready to move them to another surface, then quickly determines there is no other surface.

“Sorry,” di Angelo mutters, standing and taking the folders. “I’m… in the process of reorganizing in here.”

The statement has a ring of untruth to it. Will smiles to himself, relaxing the tiniest bit.

Di Angelo pulls a slide projector from a nearby shelf, positioning it precariously on a stack of books and quickly loading the cartridge. Has he got a whole presentation prepared?

“Want me to get the lights?” Will asks.

Di Angelo glances up, surprised. “Yeah. That would be great.”

Will flicks off the two desk lamps within reach, not trusting himself to clamber over stacks of papers and file boxes to reach the third, especially in the near-dark. He returns to the safety of his chair.

The slide projector clanks, and then a picture materializes on the wall. A young woman, clearly deceased, supine on the ground, low vegetation around the body.

“Karen Swenson, age twenty-one. No obvious cause of death,” di Angelo’s voice comes through the darkness. “There are, however, these distinctive marks on her lower back.” The slide switches. “Can you identify these, Dr. Solace?”

Will leans forward, squinting. The photograph is grainy, washed out. But he can make out several small red marks on the young woman’s back. The marks seem to be in pairs, close together. “Needle punctures, maybe? An animal bite?”

“Mmm,” di Angelo says in consideration. “Maybe.”

The slide changes again, this time to a molecular diagram.

“How’s your chemistry?” di Angelo asks. “This is the substance found in the surrounding tissue.”

Will frowns. “It’s um… it’s organic. I don’t know. Is it some kind of protein?”

“Beats me, I’ve never seen it before either.”

More slides follow, all similar images. Male, age twenty-three, Sturgis, South Dakota. Female, age eighteen, Shamrock, Texas.

“Do you have any theories?” Will asks.

“I have plenty of theories,” di Angelo replies. “None of them are sticking so far.” He turns to face Will, silhouetted in the light from the projector. “Regardless, it’s Bureau policy to label these cases unexplained phenomena and ignore them.”

Will blinks. “That’s… a shame.”

“Yeah,” di Angelo says, a bit softer. “It is.”

There’s a moment of quiet in the office, long enough for Will to wonder if the slideshow has concluded, if he should risk navigating the darkened office to turn the lights back on.

“Have you done much fieldwork, Dr. Solace?” di Angelo asks.

Will frowns. “You um – you don’t need to call me Dr. Solace. I’m not here in a medical capacity. And no, not really. Just my initial training and then the occasional field autopsy.” He thinks the other man is trying to feel him out. He can’t tell yet if he’s passing or failing. “Have you… done a lot of fieldwork?” Will asks.

Di Angelo nods. “Yeah.” He pauses, then turns back to his slide projector. “Karen Swenson,” he circles back to the first slide, “she’s the fourth person in her graduating class to die under mysterious circumstances. No leads. When convention and science offer us no answers, might we not turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?”

“Well,” Will considers, “Personally, I’d need more information first. Miss Swenson obviously died of something. If that was natural causes, perhaps there was something overlooked in the postmortem. If she was murdered, it’s plausible there was a sloppy investigation. But I find it fantastical to consider that there are any answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there. You just have to know where to look.”

Di Angelo watches him for a moment. “Interesting.”

“So, what’s the status of all these investigations, then?” Will asks, gesturing towards the slide still lighting up the far wall.

Di Angelo finally takes a step further away from the projector, giving Will a clear view of his face. “Cases are still open, but most likely they’ll stay that way until everyone who cared about these kids is dead and gone. The Bureau isn’t interested in putting the money or the manpower into investigating any further. In their eyes, they’ve done what they can. I’s are dotted, t’s are crossed, end of story.”

“There’s just you, then,” Will says slowly.

“Basically, yeah. Until you can convince them I’m not worth their funding either,” di Angelo says lightly.

Will feels his face warming. “Look, I’m not – I just got here, you know? I don’t have a horse in this race one way or another. I just want to do good work.”

Di Angelo considers, and something seems to settle in his expression. “Well,” he allows, “I suppose that’s a good start.”

::

It feels as if they’ve reached a tentative truce, then, and they spend the rest of the morning reviewing files together. A lot of the cases are fascinating. Will can’t help wanting to know more, wanting to puzzle out what might have been missed during previous investigations, thinking of the loved ones still wondering, the people left behind when the FBI leaves town. The more interest Will shows, the more animated his new partner becomes. Maybe he’s a little relieved, Will thinks, that Will hasn’t come down here with an agenda.

They go their separate ways at lunch, but when Will returns to the basement office a bit early, the other man is there already, a stack of papers in his arms when Will opens the door. One desk has been completely cleared.

“I took the liberty of clearing some space for you. If you want,” di Angelo says.

Will blinks, surprised. He hadn’t really expected to feel welcome here yet. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. The other man nods.

Will is warm from his lunchtime walk, and he pulls off his suit jacket and drapes it over the chair that now seems to be his. He surveys the empty expanse of his new desk. Di Angelo is turned away, flipping through a stuffed file drawer.

“So, what’s on the agenda for this afternoon?” Will asks. “Are we reviewing more cases?”

Di Angelo turns, looking mildly surprised.

Will shakes his head. “Oh – sorry. You’re probably in the middle of about a dozen different things. Please, carry on. I can just – I’ll keep orienting myself to the caseload.”

“No,” di Angelo says, and his eyes look brighter now. “You’re right. We should review some more files.”

The dark-haired man turns back to the filing cabinet, plucking several files from the first drawer, then smoothly crouching to pull several more from lower drawers. He skirts the room quickly to grab some papers from the top of a shelf. It’s like a dance, Will thinks, graceful and purposeful.

Di Angelo settles himself back at his desk, copying Will and shedding his jacket, draping it over the back of his chair. “What do you know about the Philadelphia Experiment?” he asks Will, flipping open a folder.

“Hmm.” Will scrubs a hand through his hair. “Philadelphia Experiment. 1943, I believe?”

Di Angelo nods, looking pleased.

“USS Eldridge was conducting top-secret experiments on invisibility - which of course, is preposterous –” Will begins. He’s teasing, he realizes in surprise, already anticipating the other man’s reaction.

Di Angelo doesn’t disappoint. There’s a sudden sparkle to his eyes. “Preposterous?”

Will smiles, unable to help himself. “Onlookers reported seeing a green glow around the ship –” he wiggles his fingers in the air and di Angelo rolls his eyes, but he’s fighting a grin, Will’s pretty sure. “Easily explained as an electrical storm or St. Elmo’s Fire.”

“Both the USS Engstrom and the Eldridge had classified devices on board –”

“Yes, but they weren’t invisibility cloaks or alien tech –”

“Then how do you explain the –”

Their sentences are bumping against each other now, both men grinning.

“The travel speed? Inland canals. The ship wasn’t traveling over open water,” Will says decisively.

“Agent Solace, sailors were fused to the ship,” di Angelo says, incredulous. “Still alive, but their limbs sealed to the metal structure.”

Will shakes his head, still smiling. “Unsubstantiated.”

Di Angelo huffs, but he seems to be enjoying this. Will feels some of the tension release in his shoulders.

The afternoon continues much like this, di Angelo throwing out theories (progressively wilder, Will thinks) and Will shooting them down (“Spontaneous human combustion,” di Angelo says, tossing yet another folder at Will. “Arson,” Will says firmly, pushing the file back, and di Angelo shakes his head, rolling his chair across the office to retrieve yet another file.)

“Crop circles?” Will suggests when there’s a pause in the discussion.

Di Angelo huffs. “Hoax, obviously. Crop triangles though – those are another matter entirely.”

Will blinks. “Crop… triangles?”

Di Angelo regards Will gravely for a moment. Then his lips twitch. Will laughs. He’s joking. At least Will’s mostly sure he’s joking. He looks a little smug, anyway.

Di Angelo turns back to his desk, the hint of a smile still on his face. “I like your tie, by the way,” he says.

Will touches a hand to his tie, surprised. “Thanks. It was a graduation gift from my little brother.”

Di Angelo nods. “Very apropos. I have one with little skulls. It was a gift from my… Frank.”

Will quirks an eyebrow, fully grinning now. “From your Frank?”

Di Angelo shakes his head, looking embarrassed. “My – brother-in-law. For lack of a better term.”

Will opens his mouth, fully intent on learning more about this Frank, but di Angelo stands abruptly.

“Anyway,” he says with finality. “Let me grab the file on Project Mannequin.”

::

They leave for the day together, the hallway even darker at the day’s end. They don’t exchange any words in the elevator, but the atmosphere feels more collegial now, Will thinks. He has a fleeting thought that maybe they might become friends. He hasn’t really made any friends at the Bureau, yet. But he’d like this friendship.

They part ways on the street outside, Will watching the other man walk into the distance for just a moment before turning to walk to the metro station.

::

“Oh, so you have a partner,” Kayla raises an eyebrow at Will over her spaghetti, suggestive. “It’s like that.”

Will rolls his eyes. “You’re ridiculous. You do know that, right?”

“What’s he like?”

Will frowns. “I’m not really sure yet. He was a little hard to read. Seems like a smart guy, though.”

Kayla is quick. “Is he cute?”

Will doesn’t dignify that with a response, pushing back his chair to dig in the fridge for the parmesan.

“Okay, okay,” Kayla says, conciliatory. “Just tell me what he looks like. Young? Old?”

Will grimaces as he shoves a sticky jar of jam out of the way in pursuit of the parmesan behind it. “Young, I guess. Probably about my age. I think we finished undergrad in the same year.”

“I see, I see,” Kayla says, mouth full of pasta. Will returns to the table and shakes the green and red container liberally over his plate. He passes it to his sister when she wiggles her fingers at him.

“Hair?” Kayla asks. “Eyes?”

“Yes,” Will says, stubborn. “He has them.”

Kayla sets the parmesan on the table. “C’mon Will, give me something. I had the most mind-numbing day you can imagine, sitting in public relations briefings. Give me all the hot FBI gossip.”

Will snorts. “Fine. Um. He has dark hair, a bit longer than mine. Kind of… wavy. I think he’s Italian. Maybe. I don’t know, Kayla,” he laughs.

“Skinny? Fat? Short? Tall? Snappy dresser? Look like he works out?” Kayla prompts, eyes sparkling.

And Will can’t help the way his cheeks warm, because yeah, he noticed those things - di Angelo’s slim build – his cheekbones – the way he moved fluidly through the mess of his office, the way his eyes lit up when Will showed more than passing interest in the cases he presented. But none of those things really matter. It’s just work.

Will shakes his head, exasperated. “I don’t know. He was in a suit and tie, same as me. Shorter. Thin, I guess. Looked like he could use a few good meals.”

“Oh my god,” Kayla mutters, returning to her pasta.

“What,” Will says, flat, setting down his fork.

“He’s totally your type.”

“Oh my god, he is not –”

“He is though!” Kayla laughs. “Short? Sickly-looking? Kinda emo?”

“He’s not sickly looking –”

“Oh my god, I bet he listens to Nine Inch Nails.”

Will turns back to his dinner, prim. He is absolutely not giving his sister the satisfaction of knowing that’s exactly what was playing quietly on the stereo when he entered di Angelo’s office.

“It’s work Kayla, not a singles bar. I’m a fucking professional.”

But Kayla’s giggling into her water and Will’s fighting a smile now too. It only takes him a moment to relent.

“Okay, fine. Objectively speaking, he’s cute. He was cute.”

“Aha, I knew it,” Kayla cackles. “I can’t wait to meet him.”

“You are absolutely forbidden from ever speaking to him.”

Kayla snorts.

Will sighs, poking at his noodles. Kayla drives him absolutely insane most of the time. He’s so glad he has her.

“It’s okay to date at work, Will,” Kayla says, gentler.

Easy for her to say. Kayla’s always seemed to have the uncanny knack for remaining close with her exes - no awkwardness, no hard feelings. Will, unfortunately, can’t say the same for his own past relationships. It’s not the primary reason his current endeavors have taken him so far from the small town in Texas he grew up in, but it doesn’t hurt.

“I’m fine, Kayla,” he says, glancing up briefly. He knows she worries about him. “I’m too busy for dating anyway. And I’m definitely not going to start hitting on some guy I work with just because he’s the requisite amount of emo.”

“Sixty-eight percent of romantic relationships begin in the workplace, Will.”

Will frowns. “That… sounds like a completely fabricated statistic.”

Kayla shrugs. “Okay, you got me.”

Will snorts, returning to his meal. “Thanks for making dinner again, by the way,” he remembers to add. “I was ready to gnaw off my own arm on the way home on the train today.”

Kayla shrugs. “No problem. I had time.” She sets down her glass of water and pauses, gazing at him across the small table. “You’re a good guy, Will.”

Will huffs out a laugh, surprised. “Thanks?”

Kayla shrugs. “I mean it. All kidding aside, you seem… happy. Today. I hope the new job works out.”

Will nods, thoughtful. He felt happy, today. “Yeah. Me too.”

(chapter 2 here)

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Notes:

I wrote this section back in November and BOY did it feel awkward. This fic is pretty much my first try ever at writing something more than just fluff and angst and long one-shots. It also felt REALLY weird writing a Will & Nico without some kind of established relationship.

Sections of this are taken pretty much straight from the X-Files pilot. You should watch it, if you haven't! Not that it will make any difference to your understanding of this fic, probably. And it turns out my writing is about 100x fluffier than Chris Carter's. Shocking, I know.

I do not claim to have any understanding of the workings of the FBI.

I initially cringed so hard at myself every time I had to type "Agent Solace" or "Agent di Angelo". Then I got over it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to @rosyredlipstick for betaing & to @anything-thats-rock-and-roll for suggesting emo music (against their better judgement, I think) and helping me with Will's favourite tie (not ghost condoms - at least not YET)