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is that a sign of life from my wife?!

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for the people asking, here’s the video of nico going at svech 🙂‍↕️

still burning it into my brain, btw

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the hand/wrist reveal was for me personally

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pretty pretty boy

↳ NICO HISCHIER POSTGAME | NJD v. CAR (GAME 3) | 4.25.25

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REWIND | Nemo Sinks the Canes

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he gives the dirtiest side eye it’s beautiful

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Our giggly king 🙂‍↕️

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Will: "What would Toff be?"

Mack: "A warthog."

Will: "Shrek"

[Laughs Uncontrollably]

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nico has the sort of rage only a magic amulet could induce

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so…are we gonna talk about it?

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alr pack it up frat boys

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"Have you ever heard a donkey laugh? ... That's just how he sounds when he talks" 💀

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oh the face cards are LETHAL

04.14 @ VAN

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so i have this hyper specific vision of forcing nico to listen to country music because i’m a southern girly through and through. i know he’s a rap enthusiast, but i just have this feeling he would lowkey love country music. and i feel like i’ve talked about this before on here but i’m gonna talk about it again.

you would throw it at him every chance you got. in the car when he gives you music control, when you’re cooking dinner, when you’re cleaning the house, when you’re in the shower, literally anytime you can play it with him around, it’s on.

and he complains. oh boy does he complain about it.

“haven’t we listened to enough? i know you like tupac, put some tupac on already.”

“schatz, don’t you think it’s my turn? you got to listen to your playlist while we cleaned the bathroom, i get to pick the music for cleaning the kitchen.”

“y/n…these songs all sound the same. they talk about the same trucks, girls, and dirt roads. can we PLEASE listen to something with some variety? jack always wants to listen to country in the locker room and i can’t stand it in my home, too.”

you’d just giggle and change it, knowing that one day you’d convince the swiss rap king that country music is worthwhile.

when the team would play in nashville you’d always tag along, dragging nico out to all of your favorite bars after the game to listen to all of the amazing, undiscovered talent on broadway. you’d hop from place to place, letting the music lure you in to all the different doors.

nico would watch as you enjoyed the covers each artist performs, loving watching you in your element despite his aversion to the music.

“you think if i asked nicely they’d whip up a good lil’ wayne cover?” he’d lean down to whisper in your ear as you swayed to the music, earning a roll of your eyes that elicits a chuckle from his own mouth. but the more bars you two visit and the more drinks he consumes, he begins to think that maybe country music wasn’t so bad.

you’d noticed that over time, he stops complaining about the constant flow of the twangy music flowing through the speakers in your car. he’d listen and even hum along to a few, tapping his fingers on his knee in rhythm.

and when you’d have your weekly apartment cleaning sessions, he quit asking you to change the song and instead started swaying along to the melodies with you.

you knew you’d won him over, however, when you had your typical country playlist playing when you were in the shower one night, and ‘remember when’ by alan jackson started ringing out in the space of your bedroom while you were getting dressed.

this song was near and dear to you, because it was one of your mom’s favorite songs when you were a kid. anytime it came on the radio in the car all conversations stopped and she made everyone listen. your favorite memories of the song, though, was anytime it would come on the country music countdown on CMT.

your mom would always have the music channel on while cooking dinner or getting ready in the mornings so her music would flow through your home, and every single time this song came on, without fail, your dad would stop what he was doing and slow dance with your mom. no matter what she was doing or where in the house she was, they always danced.

so when nico came up to you, grabbed your water-wrinkled hands, and starting swaying both of you in time with the music, you didn’t know what to do with yourself. and when he started singing the words to you, you had to fight everything in you to not start crying.

the two of you danced to and sang the entire song right there in your bedroom together. swaying and basking in each other’s presence far longer than the length of the song.

once you snapped out of your little love struck daze, you leaned up to give him a small peck before stepping back, needing to brush your messy, half dry hair before it gets any more out of hand.

“thought you hated country music, swiss man,” you teased before you walked away, cocking your head and placing hands on your hips to emphasize your point.

“yeah well…i realized that anything that brings you so much joy can’t be that bad. plus, i think i look great in a cowboy hat,” he references your current phone lockscreen, a picture from your last nashville trip together where you forced him to buy a ridiculously overpriced cowboy hat because he needed to ‘embrace his inner cowboy and look the part when on broadway.’

you roll your eyes at his cheekiness, reach up to pinch around his dimple.

“whatever works, cowboy.”

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hangman: says some rude, cocky shit about how he's better than everyone else

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