#Also the Nies are Hockey players

[raccoon-eyed-rebel]

Jersey

Masterlist

Pairing: HockeyPlayer!Mike x reader

Summary: Mike thought it would be a good idea to teach you how to skate. It wasn't — so he has to come up with a different plan.

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI, p-in-v sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected (at least condomless) sex, creampie, and a very needy, desperate, slightly pushy and arrogant Mikey.

Bingo: "Is that my shirt?" (you can find the bingo masterlist here)

A/N: As always, we blame @geralts-yenn for putting the idea of Mike as a hockey player in my brain. Not the field kind, the cold and violent kind. Of course.

It's also the third entry for my @henrycavillbingo card! I know I didn't exactly use the phrase of the prompt — although I did imply it — but a jersey is sort of a shirt, I guess, so it counts :")

Enjoy!

@geralts-yenn @deandoesthingstome @ellethespaceunicorn @sillyrabbit81 @littlefreya @mayloma @summersong69 @livisss @winter2112rose @changenameno @wa-ni (still not allowed to tag you, sorry :( )

“Don’t let go of me!” Who knew ice was slippery? You. You knew. Everyone knew. Yet here you were...

“I won’t let go,” Mike answered with a smile. He was the one who had assured you it would be fine. ‘Skating is fun, Sweetcheeks’ your freezing ass...

“Mike! You just almost dropped me!”

“I didn’t,” he snorted. “You almost fell, that’s not the same thing. Ow! Would you let go of my arm, before it falls off?”

You reluctantly relaxed your grip, panicking when he moved your hands from his upper arms to just below his elbow.

“What, no!” You scrambled to get closer to him.

“Babe, you won’t be able to move like that. Come on. Nothing’s gonna happen!”

“Are you sure you’re okay going backwards?” you asked. Of course, you were hoping he’d say ‘no’ and you could go back inside.

“Sweetcheeks, I’ve been doing this at least twice a week since I was six. If there was a way to skate sideways, I’d be okay doing that.” So, there was really no way around this, then? He really wasn’t going to let you off the hook?

“You said you wouldn’t let me fall!” you said, shoving Mike’s shoulder and pouting up at him. “That hurt!”

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Mike mumbled. “Are you okay?”

You rubbed your elbow and nodded. “I’ll live. But I’m fucking cold.”

“Yeah, when you do it right, this is exercise...” Mike said with a grin. “Sweetcheeks, that was just a joke! Come here, please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close.

“I’m sorry I’m so bad at this,” you muttered. “I know you love it, I just...”

“Babe, babe, babe, stop.” He put a hand over your mouth. “It’s okay! I thought this would be fun but... I’m clearly not a very good teacher.”

“That’s not true! I’ve seen you coach the little ones! You’re great with them!” You trailed your fingers over his cheek. He didn’t wince at the cool wetness of your glove. “That said, I really don’t think this is my scene.”

“Alright, let’s get you off the ice and in front of the fireplace,” he said, laughing. “Don’t move.”

You stayed still while he got up, and then he pulled you off the freezing surface you were still sitting on.

“My leggings are soaked,” you noted, shivering as Mike pulled you along to the edge of the lake.

“I really didn’t expect you to fall this much, babe,” he chuckled.

“We can’t all be hockey superstars, jerk,” you retorted.

“No, but most people can at least stand upright on skates!”

“I’ll stand upright in the shower, thanks,” you grumbled, “and you are not invited.” Of course, that would have had more impact if you hadn’t encountered the edge of the lake at that precise moment, causing you to lose balance and tumble face-first into the snow.

“Sorry Sweetcheeks,” Mike said, in between fits of hysterical laughter, “but that was... You looked...” He pressed his hands to his side — a well-deserved side stitch if you ever saw one! He didn’t lose his balance for a second. Jackass.

You furiously pulled the laces on the skates but they wouldn’t come off. Why wouldn’t they come off? A cry of frustration escaped you before you could help it, and... Was that a tear? Great.

“Sweetcheeks, are you cr—”

“Only out of frustration,” you snapped before he could ask. “Nothing to do with you.”

Mike helped you up and helped you walk to the rock he’d cleaned off for you when you had arrived. It wasn’t as wet as the pile of snow he’d plucked you out of, but it certainly wasn’t any warmer.

You stayed still while he took your skates off, successfully avoiding any accidents, and watched impatiently while he traded his own skates for his shoes again.

“Can you at least try to hurry?” you said, no longer able to keep your teeth from chattering.

The hot water of the shower was an absolute godsend. You’d stuck to your threat to not invite Mike. He’d have to think of another way to keep you warm — and he would. You already knew what you’d be walking into; you could already feel his hands on your hips, his face buried in your neck, exploring every inch of your skin, eager hands scrambling to grab as much boob as he could manage — arguably not your favorite part but he was cute, so you’d forgive him — and then finally...

You forced yourself out of the shower before you got to the kind of stuff you’d rather have Mike do, and dried off. As you looked around the room, you noticed a jersey hanging from the back of his desk chair. After a quick inspection — it smelled mostly clean — you put it on before making your way downstairs.

A nice fire was waiting for you there, complete with a content-looking, shirtless Mike — admittedly your favorite flavor of Mikey — lounging in front of the fireplace. “Hey, come here, it’s nice and wa—” He stopped talking mid-sentence when he finally looked up at you. “Is that my... Baaaaaaabe... You took my jersey!”

“I did,” you said. “Want it back?”

You watched him shake his head, while he dug deep to find the ability to speak. He still hadn’t managed by the time he rolled over, scrambled to his knees and crawled over to you, grasping the hem of the jersey and pressing his lips to the inside of your knee. And then, finally: “Hot. So fucking hot.” It cost him to speak, even those four little words.

His lips moved up the inside of your leg at a glacial pace — atypical for Mike, to say the least. When he made it about halfway, he seemed suddenly plagued by an epiphany: “You’re not wearing anything else, are you?”

Blue puppy eyes widened even further when you slowly shook your head, and Mike sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting down with force. A strangled moan stumbled out of his mouth, and you knew what you’d find if you could see the front of his sweatpants right now.

Then, he was up, slinging you over his shoulder in less than one second, and at least somewhat carefully putting you down again in the nest of blankets and pillows in front of the fireplace. His lips found your neck — and so did his tongue and his teeth, his sloppy kiss causing you to arch your back off the ground, arms desperate to grab as much of him as possible. He had other plans, though.

He sat up on his knees between your legs and looked down on you as he planned his next move. Except Mike couldn’t plan. Like, at all... So you let your knees fall to the side and pulled the jersey up so it wasn’t covering you. It was enough to throw him off his game.

He shrugged in a ‘yeah, I could eat’ kind of way and dove face-first between your legs, wasting no time whatsoever. No teasing, no slow start, nothing. Just his eager mouth on your pussy, tongue flat against your clit — just the way you liked it — settling into an easy rhythm that would definitely get you where you needed to be.

A focused, goal-oriented Mikey was a rare sight to behold. In fact, you’d go as far as to say there were two possible scenarios in which he came out to play; on the ice, and between your legs doing exactly what he was doing now. The discussion of the subject had gone about as Mikey-esque as possible. According to him, if he lost focus in these situations, someone would get hurt — you personally felt there was some kind of a difference between a cramped jaw and a shattered kneecap or other serious injuries, but he didn’t see it that way. Not that you were going to complain about it, because focused, goal-oriented Mike got the job done. Quickly.

He moaned — a sexy, sweet little sound — when you grabbed his head, weaving your fingers into his dark curls before clenching them into a tight fist. It wasn’t that he needed the guidance as much as you needed something to hold on to...

“Fuck, Mikey...” He had you on the edge already, but you knew better than to tell him you were close. Any time you’d tried that, it had fried something in his brain and all consistency in his technique had disappeared like snow in July. Not good. So, you’d learned to keep your mouth shut so he could keep that gentle, diligent rhythm intact, until... “Oh god, yes!”

Every muscle in your body tensed and you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed you over the edge. You barely noticed the satisfied little hum that came from him — standard procedure, and nothing compared to the other signs of his elevated sense of self-importance. In other words; the least unbearable part of the cocky attitude that bubbled up whenever you came on his tongue.

You groaned when he threw himself on top of you, probably sort of accidentally crushing you with his full weight, but you forgave him when he kissed you silly, giving you plenty of opportunity to taste yourself on his tongue before he moved on to delivering sloppy kisses to your neck.

“Get on your knees,” he demanded, grabbing your wrists as you reached for the hem of the jersey. “That stays on. Get on your knees and turn around.”

“Do you have—”

“No, I don’t. I need to feel you,” he whined — you almost felt bad for him.

“Mikey...” you warned. If you went there with him, there was no way you were ever turning back.

“Baaaaabe,” he whined again. God, those eyes were killing you. “You know you’re it for me, right? Fuck, you’re wearing my name, my number... You had to know that would drive me at least a little nuts, right? Please, please, please, pretty, pretty please, let me... Just... Please?” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, grinding his hips against you.

You’d seen him needy and desperate — of course you had! If you kissed this man’s neck twice at a party and whispered a single even remotely sexual thing in his ear, he’d already be begging to let him take you home. This, however, was next level...

His mouth stopped begging, but his eyes definitely didn’t, and the brutally possessive grasp on your hips didn’t relax either. He wasn’t going to quit until he got what he wanted, that much was obvious. That left only one question: were you going to give it to him?

“Sweetcheeks, I’m not kidding,” he muttered after a few moments. “Come on... Face down, ass up—” You clamped a hand over his mouth before he could finish that sentence, and as you did so, you realized something.

“You don’t seriously want me from behind because you can look at... Oh my god, that’s why you don’t want me to take this damn jersey off, isn’t it?” ‘Vaguely indignant’ would be an accurate description of your tone. Maybe more than ‘vaguely’.

“Ehhhh...” The sound of a man who had been well and truly fucking busted. “Okay so, out of all the times I’ve looked at you and thought ‘woohoo, she’s mine!’, right now you’re so, so, so the mine-est... My name. My number. My sweet, perfect, wet little pussy. Okay? Mine.” He dragged you down to the floor, where he latched his mouth onto your neck again, this time with so much tongue that you begged him to stop. “Only if you let me fuck my pretty girl from behind!”

“That’s blackmail!” You couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yup! Now surrender!” He grabbed your boob with one hand and tickled your side with the other before reaching between your legs. “Come on, you’re soaking wet and I know you need me as much as I need you, so... Let me bone you already!”

“I have one demand!” you said, wiping the tears off your cheeks as you tried to catch your breath. No one could make you laugh like your professional idiot.

“Hey, we’re negotiating! That’s progress!” he teased, pinching your nipple through the fabric of the jersey.

“I get to be on top, first,” you said, glancing over your shoulder at Mike, who didn’t see, because he had his face buried in your neck.

“Deal!” He snapped his head up, almost head-butting you in the nose. “Sorry! But yeah, deal, deal, deal! Fucking deal!” He scrambled to his knees and got comfortable in front of the couch, leaning his back against it and reaching his arms out towards you. “Here! Get over here, now!”

You crawled towards him, slowly, giving him your best fuck-me eyes as you let your hands slide up his legs — agonizingly slowly, of course — and hooked his fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. “You want me, baby?”

The sweetest whimpers escaped him when you wrapped your fingers around his cock, but they turned into pitiful whines when you leaned forward. “No, I don’t want you to suck my cock!” Words you thought you’d never hear from this guy... “I need you to turn around and fucking sit. On. It.”

“Beg for it one more time, baby, please?” you asked sweetly. “You’re so cute when you beg for my pussy.”

“My pussy,” he teased. “Please, please, please, please, please come here and ride me.”

You paused for a moment, locking eyes with him, taunting him as you decided whether or not that was good enough, and quickly coming to the conclusion that he hadn’t been wrong when he said you needed him, too. So, you turned around, revelling in the sounds of eager anticipation from Mike as you moved to where he wanted you. Seconds later, you felt his tip at your entrance, and you knew the time for teasing was over.

“Fuck,” he said, twice, three times... You lost count, what with being a little too busy relishing the feeling of his skin on yours for the first time since you’d met him.

“Good?” Stupid question...

“You’re killing me, Sweetcheeks,” he moaned, clenching his fists tightly around the bunched up fabric of the jersey at your hips.

You moved slowly, knowing he would go absolutely crazy over it, and it wasn’t long before he was begging you for more. As far as you were concerned, he could forget about that, but he had other plans. He pushed you forward and quickly wormed his way out from under you, getting on his knees behind you, hurrying to get back inside.

“Can’t do this, Sweetcheeks,” he huffed, adorably out of breath. “Show up like this and then tease me. It’s not fair. Bad girl!” He playfully smacked your ass.

“Don’t act like you hate it,” you said as you reached for a pillow — playtime was over, and you were going to need one to scream in.

Lo and behold, he didn’t even pretend to hold back on the first thrust, much less any of the ones that followed, and you were left crying and moaning into that pillow as he railed you into the next century. You could tell from his breathing and his soft swearing that he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Babe, can I— oh fuck...” This idiot. The answer would have been ‘yes’, but still... “Please tell me I’m not gonna be a dad...”

“I figured it would be better to see if you’d grow up first,” you laughed as he pulled out and lay down next to you with a hopelessly adorable concerned look on his face. Slowly, a smile broke through as you assured him it was okay.

You snuggled into his side, and he pulled a blanket over the both of you. “Hey, Sweetcheeks,” he whispered, pressing his lips to your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you sighed.

He pulled on the jersey to get you as close to him as possible. “And you’re so totally wearing this to my next game.”

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[misshoneyimhome]

“…he simply assumed you were his girlfriend and forgot to ask, but that's another story.”

BABE IMMA NEED THE STORY lol why do I feel like that is a true to reality thing that our lil Will would do😑😭

BECAUSE IT IS SUCH A WILLY THING TO DO 😂

Okay, so I know you didn’t exactly ask for the WHOLE story, and only just the part where he didn’t ask her to be his girlfriend… but, what can I say - this is just one of my dearest Willy fantasies, so I felt like jotting it all down 🙈

A part of: I’m only one call away | William Nylander (& John Tavares)

Warnings; sexual activity (not explicit);

Word count; 3.8K

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I’m only one call away (the other story) | William Nylander 🖋️ (⚡️)

The bar was boiling as you headed to the counter for another round of drinks. But getting there was tougher than it sounded. With your lack of height and broad shoulders, you attempted to squeeze through the crowd but didn't have much luck.

And just as you spotted an opening to slip through, a bigger guy accidentally knocked into you, making you lose your balance and stumble backwards.

But to your surprise, another large figure was right behind you and instinctively caught you in his arms.

"Oh shit, sorry about that," you shouted over the music, looking up at the tall guy who'd inadvertently become your cushion.

"No worries, lucky I was around, huh?" the man chuckled as you steadied yourself.

And you couldn't help but pause and stare.

Even though it was pretty dim inside the bar, you could still make out that he was a looker. His sleek, light-coloured hair and rugged beard complemented his blue eyes and wide, cocky grin. Clad in a snug, white tank top with a thick chain around his neck and what seemed like quite loose trousers.

Yep, his vibe definitely screamed trouble.

"Well, I'm still sorry," you flashed him a sweet smile, attempting to avert your gaze. Yet, his eyes remained fixed on you, making it quite challenging for you to look away.

"How about you buy me a drink as an apology?" he suggested with a confident grin.

"I suppose that'd only be fair," you replied, returning his expression before both of you made your way towards the bar counter. His large figure definitely helping you out. 

And before you knew it, you were deeply engrossed in a conversation with this stranger.

Well, as it turned out, the stranger happened to be none other than Toronto's star hockey player, William Nylander. He was out with his brother Alex, who had come over from Pittsburgh to spend time with him. But as Alex had found another group to chat with, William took the chance to strike up a conversation with you.

Your smile and laughter seemed to captivate him effortlessly. And moreover, you were intriguing, funny, and undeniably sexy.

And William felt compelled to make a move on you because, from his experience, girls like you weren't exactly easy to come by. If such a thing as 'girls like you' even existed. Typically, he was surrounded by eager girls seeking his attention all the time, but you didn't fit that mould.

You simply exuded calmness and confidence while also posing interesting questions about him, ones that people typically didn’t bother to ask, assuming they already knew the answers. But unlike many, you weren't swayed by third-party journalism, online theories, or eye-catching headlines.

So, after a couple of hours spent chatting, enjoying a few drinks, and sharing laughter over the most cheesy jokes, William escorted you out of the bar and a short distance down the street, planning to see you off as you’d take the underground home.

However, a part of him wasn't ready to bid you farewell just yet. So, before you were about to walk down the stairs, he gently pulled you back by your wrists, drawing you into his arms for a passionate kiss.

And as you both slowly parted, you looked up at the tall Swede.

"Why not just tell me what you really want, hockey star?" you smirked, well aware of the thoughts occupying his mind - thoughts that too had been on your mind all night.

"Let's head to my place," he flashed a mischievous grin and a wink.

"What about your brother?" you chuckled lightly.

"What about him? He can crash at one of the other guys' places or a hotel. He's probably found a girl too," he replied nonchalantly, the smirk still playing across his lips. And after a gentle nod from you, he then took your hand and led the way to his condo.

And the night turned out to be quite something.

William knew his way around not just on the hockey rink but also in the bedroom, showing a undeniable skills of how to please a woman. He made your needs a priority, aiming to ensure you experienced pleasure before he did, with his impressive oral skills, striving to bring you to at least one orgasm before engaging in passionate and long-lasting sex. He even managed to provide you with pleasure in different positions, creating a heated atmosphere filled with sweat and loud moans.

And following three intense orgasms (and William remembering to use protection – points for that), you found yourselves lying together, engaging in conversation once more.

Surprisingly, he let you to spend the night, which contrasted with his usual approach to casual hook-ups.

However, in the morning, he woke up to find you were no longer there. And it stung a little. Even though he knew it might have been a one-time thing, a small part of him wished it could have been more. But after a sigh and accepting the reality, he noticed a post-it note on his nightstand.

"Sorry hockey star, had to leave. Last night was fun, so if you ever feel for some company again, just drop me a text ;) [your phone number] – y/n"

A grin spread across his handsome face as he read your note, and it didn't take long before he couldn't hold back and decided to text you.

Willy: Hey, want to maybe do it again sometime? 😉

Y/n: Who's this? 😅

Willy: William?

Y/n: Ah, the hockey star! Sorry, didn't have your number, so wasn't sure who was texting 😉

William facepalmed himself. Of course, you didn't recognise who was texting. He was the only one with your number, not the other way around.

Willy: Of course not, sorry 🙈

Y/n: No worries 😉 But sure, I'd love to do it again sometime – just let me know when you're free

William pondered for a moment. He had just over a week left in Toronto before heading to Sweden with Alex for the summer, so he knew he had to act fast.

Willy: How about tomorrow night? 😉

Y/n: Wow, you do not waste any time, do you 😂

Willy: I'm off to Sweden soon, gotta be quick 😉

Y/n: Well, in that case, I guess we'll have to make the most of it before you leave 😉 See you tomorrow night.

And indeed, you did.

In fact, you got to see all of William in his true naked form for most of the night. It started on the sofa, with fervent kissing leading to swift undressing, before heading back to his bedroom, you shed the rest of your clothes, keeping each other warm during passionate sex. Followed by a steamy shower and your second climax of the night.

And then a third one the following morning.

This time, waking up next to the handsome man, a smile graced your lips as you admired his features. William was a heavy sleeper, his muscular, slightly hairy chest rising and falling rhythmically, accompanied by deep snoring. He looked rather beautiful in his slumber, well, as beautiful as anyone can look while asleep. And then your attention was drawn to his morning wood, standing proudly under the sheets, almost inviting you to touch. However, you resisted the temptation, opting to let William continue sleeping while you slipped into his t-shirt from the previous night and made your way to his kitchen.

But as William then gradually woke up, his initial thought was that you had once again left without a word. And not finding a note this time, he assumed it might be the end of your encounter.

Yet, he heard faint sounds coming from the kitchen, and upon investigating, he discovered you standing by the counter, engrossed in your phone while enjoying a cup of coffee.

His husky morning voice greeted you with a smile and a tender kiss, followed by an embrace with his naked body.

And this time, you couldn't ignore his persistent erection.

Swiftly, William lifted you onto the counter, your lips connecting again as morning breath mingled, and his cock found your eager entrance.

And less than 48 hours passed before you were once again entwined with the Swedish lad.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of it all - that what was initially meant to be a casual one-night stand had now led to spending your evening together with William for the third time within a week.

And this time, you were at your place cooking dinner. William had texted you while you were on your way home from the grocery store, and instead of just heading back to cook for yourself, he insisted on picking you up. Consequently, you found yourself preparing a meal for both of you.

Surprisingly, dinner turned out to be quite delightful, as you both realised that your connection wasn't solely based on incredible sex; you could engage in conversations about a variety of topics. Joke about almost anything. It was simple and yet wonderful. And of course, the evening then culminated in some of the most passionate sexual experiences you'd ever had - on your dinner table, in your bedroom, and then in the shower the following morning.

Sex with William felt like pure heaven. He wasn't just good-looking and a good fuck; he also took the time to explore every avenue of pleasure. Moreover, you felt completely at ease in his presence.

You could walk around in the naked without worrying about whether he liked your body or not. At least his unwavering hard-on’s around you seemed like a positive sign in your book.

And now a little over a week had passed since your very first encounter, and you found yourself back at William's place. You even got the chance to meet his brother Alex before the Pittsburgh player bid the two of you adieu for some alone time.

But this night wasn't about casual dinners or deep conversations. Nope, William was determined to spend every single minute indulging in your breathtaking body, ensuring he left you with an unforgettable sexual experience.

And let's just say, he absolutely succeeded.

The morning after, you practically felt numb in your lower regions and legs, as William had ensured you wouldn't forget him while he was in Europe for the off-season. He'd even left some love bites on your inner thighs and collarbone as a colourful reminder of your incredible time together.

Not that you minded one bit.

It was hard to imagine being with anyone else anytime soon. How could you? William had made you feel absolutely amazing for the past ten days. No one else could match up to his level.

And for the next few months, the two of you texted and called each other almost every single day, despite the time difference. Sometimes it was sexual, other times just a good chat about random things.

But most notably, his family seemed to catch on. And Alex naturally couldn't keep it to himself, which only encouraged their sisters and Rasmus Sandin to join in on the teasing. 

"Ooh, who is she?" Danielle quipped as William seemed glued to his phone whenever he knew you'd be awake.

"Is she your lover?" Stephanie added playfully.

"Or maybe a girlfriend even?"

"Or boyfriend?"

But William simply chuckled at their teasing, brushing it off as sibling love. He knew deep down they only wished for his happiness.

It was the first time William felt a genuine longing to return to Toronto that wasn't solely because of hockey. Usually, his time in Europe with family was so enjoyable that only hockey and his teammates made him miss life back in the Canadian city. But this time, he found himself looking forward to seeing you again.

And within just two days after he returned, he invited you back to his condo. He had missed you more than he had anticipated, and since you were now in the same time zone, he wanted to spend some non-virtual time with you. 

Especially because he knew the hockey season would kick off soon with camp, training, media commitments, workouts, and then the pre-season games. His hectic schedule would soon engulf him again, so he aimed to spend the little free time he had left by being with you.

And as the season began, William knew it was time to refocus his attention, as this season was pivotal, considering his contract extended to its end, and negotiations with the Toronto Maple Leafs’ manager loomed.

So, he brought his A-game, giving his all to ensure this would be his best season yet. But amidst the hard work, there was someone else on his mind: you.

He simply didn't want to let you slip away. Even with his demanding schedule making it tougher for you both to spend time together, he couldn't shake the desire to have you around.

And to his relief, you stuck by him.

Even if it meant coming over late at night, having quick sex, and bidding him goodbye in the morning as he had to rush for early training sessions.

However, a small part of you did feel a bit uncertain about it all. You wondered if you were investing too much of your time and emotions into a man, you weren't officially dating; someone with whom you only shared incredible sex with and spent countless hours talking. The few girlfriends you confided in warned you that you might be wasting your time on someone not serious about being with you. They cautioned that you might just be a pastime for him, similar to what frat boys would typically do.

"Don't fall for him! He'll just use you and then discard you like men always do with good-hearted girls," they warned out of care.

But despite the warnings from your friends, their words had no sway over your feelings towards William. Every moment spent with him felt incredibly worthwhile, regardless of the undefined status of your relationship.

However, then, a shift occurred in your situationship.

William extended an invitation for you to attend the home games at the Scotiabank Arena, offering you tickets you simply couldn't resist. So, naturally, you went on a Saturday night, followed by another visit on Monday, and then again on Friday.

And it was on that Friday that William decided to introduce you to his teammates, merely as a "friend" he was seeing. However, his teammates weren't easily fooled, and they quickly noticed how he looked at you, how his gaze never strayed from you, or his hands from your waist as you stood among the team and their partners.

Which naturally they all teased him with following that evening.

' Lover boy,' 'Romeo,' and various other playful jibes filled the locker room as William couldn't contain his smiles whenever your name came up or thoughts of you crossed his mind.

From that night, it was like something shifted within William. Strange emotions that had been lingering since that very first encounter in the bar. A blend of pleasure when thinking about everything concerning you and a hint of jealousy at the prospect of you spending time with someone other than him.

And casual sex was no longer going to suffice to cover these new, deeper feelings.

But like many other twenty-seven-year-old men, William found it challenging to articulate his deep feelings. It wasn't until the team's Captain took notice and decided to have a conversation with him about it, where he encouraged William to open up and simply tell you how he truly felt.

"So, have you told her how you feel?" John Tavares asked out of the blue during a training session while lacing up his skates next to William.

"No... I'm not sure what to say. I mean, I know I really like her... but I don't even know what we are…"

Despite feeling like you, both could discuss anything, the exact definition of your situationship was never explicitly mentioned.

"Just tell her that - that you like her a lot," John chuckled with a friendly shrug. "What else is there to it?"

**

So, on the following night, William invited you over to his condo, just like many times before. However, this time, you sensed a shift in his demeanour.

He arranged for take-out from his beloved sushi place, selected a movie, and set up the couch to create a cosy atmosphere for the two of you to snuggle up.

"Are you alright, Willy?" you chuckled lightly, surprised by his sudden change in behaviour. 

Well, truth be told, he still maintained his signature confident and smug expression, and initiating sexual gestures under the blanket. But it was after your passionate round of sex that his words altered everything between you.

Lying on your sides, facing each other with content smiles, sharing laughter and conversation as you often did, his gaze locked onto yours. 

"Y/n..." he began, taking a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and emotions. "I... think I like you. Like, a lot."

His voice was gentle and hesitant, his eyes searching for any signs of your reaction to his confession.

"Wait, the great hockey star of the Toronto Maple Leafs likes me?" you chuckled lightly, rising gently with a stretched arm to peer down at the man beside you.

"Yeah, I guess I do," he smiled up at you in his typically nonchalant manner.

"So, what does that mean - Are we dating? Like, tonight was a date?" your eyes sparkled with excitement as you awaited William's response, which prompted a nod from him.

"I'm not really good with words, you know... so I thought this was a way to let you know that I don't just want us to be friends with benefits."

And to put it mildly, the thrill of actually dating William Nylander led to another round of intimate bedsheet activity between you. 

However, dating with William wasn't exactly easy. It required flexibility, patience, honesty, and open communication - qualities that weren't always his forte. Yet, because you were both rather mad for each other, navigating his demanding schedule and his communication style seemed to work out reasonably well.

But despite the positive strides in your situationship, a part of you couldn't help but wonder what was going on in the mind of the Swede. Everything felt so right between you two. He introduced you to his team, took you out for dinner, and even entrusted you with a spare key to his condo. But neither of you had broached the serious question: what exactly were you to each other?

You found yourself grappling with the question: were you still just dating, or was it possibly something more? 

The uncertainty lingered, but you hesitated to ask William directly. You were afraid of potentially ruining the wonderful connection you shared, worried it might scare him off. Perhaps he wasn't ready for a serious relationship just yet, unwilling to commit fully or publicly declare himself as taken and no longer free to flirt with other girls.

So, you decided to let the issue rest and focused on enjoying the time you spent together.

That was until about two weeks later, after a Leafs game against the Penguins, where you were with William, meeting up with Alex and some of his teammates.

"Hey y/n, good to see you again," William's younger brother greeted you warmly with a gentle hug as you met him post-game.

"Good to see you too, Alex," you smiled back at him, and soon, some of his closest friends joined you in the arena's hall.

Naturally, William exchanged boyish handshakes with his friends. And then, to your surprise, they all turned to you with curious smiles.

"So, this is my girlfriend, y/n," William casually introduced you to the lads, and you had to control yourself, nearly choking on your own saliva at his words. Girlfriend?

The Pittsburgh players greeted you warmly, and you tried your best to casually return their friendly smiles, but inside, you were on the brink of losing it.

And after spending a little over an hour with the opposing team, as they eventually had to call it a night, you found yourself seated in William's car on the way back to his place. Throughout the ride, your mind raced with thoughts on how to bring up the topic but remained silent as you struggled to find the right words.

However, upon arriving at his condo, your face betrayed your curiosity more clearly than you intended.

"What?" William asked, puzzled by your intense expression.

"Girlfriend?" you pointed out, seeking clarification.

"What do you mean?" William responded, his brows furrowing in confusion, not quite grasping why you were so taken aback.

"Willy, you introduced me as your girlfriend to Alex and his friends…" you softly pointed out.

"Yeah, because you are my girlfriend..." William smiled, casually grabbing a few snacks from the cupboard.

"Wait, I'm your girlfriend?" you replied in surprise.

"Of course," he simply chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What do you mean 'of course', Willy?" you were genuinely puzzled. "I didn't know we were... I mean, serious."

"Wait, so I'm not your boyfriend?" William asked with a soft laugh, while enjoying his Gifflar.

"Well, I don't know... I mean, we haven't really talked about it, since no one’s asked," you tried to explain your perspective.

But William just chuckled again. "Nobody asks anymore... do they?"

"Well, it might be a good idea to ask, considering I didn't know you thought that we were... together like that," you stood before him, expressing a hint of uncertainty with a soft smile.

"I mean… I just thought we were serious, you know, since we both like each other and we spend so much time together – like, you’re always here, and neither of us is seeing anyone else... right?" he explained, trying to clarify.

And William's smirk faded slightly as he started to realise that perhaps you weren't ready for exclusivity yet and might have considered seeing other people.

"Of course, Willy," you chuckled lightly, moving a step closer to him. "I'm just a little surprised that you thought we were, I don't know, in an actual relationship?"

His smile returned as he set aside his snacks, gently placing his hands on your hips.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n… I guess I was just so excited about it that I forgot to ask you... but yeah, I definitely think we’re in a relationship," he said warmly, locking eyes with you in a tender moment.

"Alright then… I guess I'm just a little clueless about these things and maybe a bit old-fashioned," you smiled up at him, running your hands up his chest and around his neck, drawing yourself nearer to him.

"Well, in that case… y/n y/l/n, will you be my girlfriend?" William gazed into your eyes intensely as he asked the question.

Pretending to consider it for a moment, you let out a light chuckle. 

"Yes, William Andrew Michael Junior Nylander Altelius, I'd like to be your girlfriend."

With wide smiles, you then sealed your commitment to each other with a deep, heartfelt kiss, solidifying your love and newfound official relationship status.

#my asks #william nylander imagine #wn88 imagine #9188 #john tavares #toronto maple leafs interview #nhl hockey imagine

[hischierdevils]

do you think you could do something like comforting nico after the devs haven’t been doing super great? he looks so sad in the interviews and i just wanna wipe his tears away.

Nico’s been very quiet when he’s home, allowing you and the boys to control any conversation you try to have with him. The team has taken a couple brutal loses lately and you can tell it’s taking a toll on him.

You know he has sunday morning off so you try to think of something that you can do for him that will get him out of his head. You text Abby, asking her if she could watch the boys for a few hours but she tells you she has a date in the morning. When you text Dougie, he also apologizes for already having a date planned.

Your third option worries you a little, but when Jack shows up sunday morning to watch the boys they’re all happy to see him. Especially Ben.

“Jack what are you doing here?” Nico is confused when he walks into the living room to find Jack standing by the door being treated like a human jungle gym.

“Y/n, asked me to watch the boys for a few hours.” Jack responds as Ben hangs off of his arm.

“We’re going on a date.” You explain to your husband when he gives you a questioning look. Nico looks back at Jack and the three boys, clearly worried about the four of them alone. “We’ll only be gone for a couple hours, Ni.”

“You boys better be very good for Jack, okay?”

“Yes daddy.” Alex runs over to give Nico a hug as Cam runs to you. Ben stays next to Jack, waving at both of you. Once you all say your goodbyes you lead Nico out the door.

You don’t tell him where the two of you are going but he gets a wide smile on his face when you pull up in front of the diner that the two of you used to frequent at the beginning of your relationship.

“There’s my favorite couple!” The waitress that used to wait on you both is still there and Nico greets her with a hug.

“Hello, Angie. It’s been a long time.”

“I was starting to think I’d never see you two again.” Angie smiles at you both as Nico puts an arm around your shoulders. “We see a lot of people here on dates but you’re our biggest success story. Married with three beautiful babies.”

“Those weren’t dates, were they?” You look up at Nico. “We were just friends then.”

Nico laughs and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I was hoping everything was a date from the moment we met, y/n.”

His words cause you and Angie to swoon. “Your table is available. I’ll be right over to take your order.”

“What made you want to come here?” Nico asks you as you both sit down at the table.

“You’ve been so sad and stressed lately I just wanted to make you happy.” You respond as he holds your hand over the table.

“You and the boys do make me happy.” He tells you as he plays with the wedding band on your finger.

“I know we do, but I want you to know that I love you and appreciate you. You’re a great dad, husband, and hockey player.”

“I love you too.” He brings your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles before Angie comes over to take your drink orders.

“Let me guess, a cappuccino and a mimosa with two waters?” She smiles at you both.

“I’ll just take orange juice actually.” You say as you glance at Nico. “I can’t drink with the baby.”

#forget series #nico hischier blurb #blurb #my writing

[sailorsenshishitposter]

nico nico ni

Nico

Your favorite Spongebob character is Sandy Cheeks. You also have the best taste in waifus.

First Date:

Nico has repainted her van to resemble the Mystery Mobile from Scooby Doo and picks you up so she can take you to her place. Since she is only permitted to live in Nero's garage, this is where the two of you will be staying. Nico lights her blunt and you both get high. Smoking weed on top of inhaling paint fumes from the work bench has left you disoriented.

Nico pulls out a large bean bag chair for you to rest in while she fiddles around with her Shrek CRT and her Mickey Mouse DVD player. She pops in a disc of Aqua Teen Hunger Force and presses play. You glance towards your right to see that this woman has copies of Initial D which explains her driving skills. You look at her longingly and say "I love you Nicorette" and begin to play tonsil hockey.

#dmc nico #nico x reader #shitpost #mystery machine #Getting high and watching athf #devil may cry #dmc5

[justwosothings]

Not to Gotham (right now) but NWSL teams are just as good as an WSL team generally. A tired in season team versus a pre season team is just poor comparison. It’s dumb to say that the NWSL is worse when it really isn’t. There are many American league players who would be like Northern Irish or Austrian NT members if they were from smaller countries, but because they’re American they aren’t.

I agree it’s not a good comparison. But also a pre season team is going to be rusty so that match up isn’t too far off. That being said the NWSL teams rotated a lot in that tournament because they still have to finish out their season.

I’m not saying WSL teams are better. It depends on what teams you’re comparing. The WSL teams aren’t all the same strength same as with the NWSL teams. There are some NWSL teams that I think are on par with some WSL teams. You can’t really compare so broadly tbh because there are WSL teams that I think would hockey a lot of the NWSL teams and vice versa.

OL reign have a crazy good roster and if you compare that to top wsl teams it’s just as good. On the other hand (and I think a lot of my followers in particular do this) if you’re comparing gothams roster to a top wsl team, it doesn’t compare.

I think like I said earlier a lot of my followers will for one be comparing to the likes of Chelsea and two are looking at Gotham and thinking well they have a couple of NT players they should be great. There’s a lot more than goes into it than that. But that was the context of the conversation.

I agree that a lot of American players would be good enough to play on many NTs around the world, for sure! Although but of a difference between NI and Australia lol. But agreed, if those players were born in Europe there would be a lot more NT players if that makes sense.

That being said and like I’ve said, I’m not bashing the NWSL, I never was and I think if there wasn’t should a big expansion draft the last couple years this conversation wouldn’t even be a thing because teams would be more evenly matched. Which in that case actually makes it a more competitive league than the WSL since the WSL has a big disparity between top and bottom teams.

[ledenews]

Indy Fuel Steal One Over Nalers, 6-5

Wednesday night's game at Indiana Farmers Coliseum is one that slipped away from the Wheeling Nailers, as they earned one point, but missed out on a second one against the Indy Fuel. The Nailers got the first two goals of Dustin Manz' pro career, including a go-ahead strike at the 10:57 mark of the third period. However, Indy battled back with a power play goal during the final minute of regulation, then won the game 6-5 in overtime on Andrew Bellant's second marker of the night. Dillon Hamaliuk also had a big performance for Wheeling, as he returned to the lineup with four points. Both offenses came ready to roll, as each team put a pair of tallies onto the scoreboard for a 2-2 draw in the first period. Indy struck first at the 6:57 with a bit of puck luck. Victor Hadfield let a wrist shot go from the left point, which got tipped by both Ryan Gagnier and Kyle Maksimovich, with Maksimovich being the last to touch the puck from the left side of the crease. Davis Bunz netted the first equalizer for the Nailers, as he wound his way around the back of the net and into the left circle, where he thrust a wrist shot through Mitchell Weeks. The Fuel temporarily regained the lead with 2:33 remaining, when Andrew Bellant went end-to-end and lifted a backhander into the top-left corner of the twine. Wheeling answered just 46 seconds later, when Dillon Hamaliuk accepted a pass into the trapezoid, then turned with a wraparound, which he placed between Weeks' legs. The two sides continued to mirror each other in the middle frame, as a couple of power play strikes were exchanged. The Nailers took their first lead of the night at the 1:49 mark. Dustin Manz found some open space to skate across the ice and into the right circle, where he swept a wrist shot across his body and into the left side of the net for his first professional goal. Indy's man advantage marker came with 9:57 left, when Ross MacDougall flew a center point wrist shot into the top-left corner of the cage. The back-and-forth battle kept on going in the third period, and more offense came with it. Tanner Laderoute cut in behind the defense and lifted a backhander into the top-left corner to put Wheeling ahead at the 2:26 mark. 1:50 later, Maksimovich answered with a tying goal for the Fuel, as he found an opening on the left side for his second of the evening. The Nailers regained the lead with 9:03 remaining, shortly after a power play had expired. Hamaliuk collected his fourth point of the match by delivering a backhand pass through the slot to Manz, who slammed in his second career marker with a one-timer from the left circle. Wheeling nearly got the game to the finish line, but a last-minute penalty led to extra hockey, as Andrew Bellant got the puck to bounce in off of a Nailers player with 21 seconds on the clock for a 5-5 tie. The contest got decided at the 3:58 mark of overtime, when Bellant took a pass from Brett Bulmer and picked the top-left corner for the 6-5 Indy win. Mitchell Weeks picked up the victory in goal for the Fuel, as he made 19 saves on 24 shots. Garret Sparks received the overtime loss for Wheeling, as he allowed six goals on 32 shots. The Nailers will play their final four regular season games on home ice, starting on Friday night at 7:10 against Fort Wayne. That is a Frosty Friday with $2 beers, plus IWC returns for a second Wrestling Night. Also coming up this week is a Screen Time Sunday at 4:10 against Indy, in which one lucky fan will win a free TV courtesy of Walmart. That day will also feature a post game skate with the entire team. Fan Appreciation Night on April 13th is the final Big Six Promotional Game of the season, which will feature all sorts of prizes, including one grand prize winner, who will receive a trip to Put-In-Bay. The Wheeling Nailers, considered one of the top things to do in Wheeling, West Virginia, provide affordable family entertainment for fans throughout the Ohio Valley. Wednesday night's game at Indiana Farmers Coliseum is one that slipped away from the Wheeling Nailers, as they earned one point, but missed out on a second one against the Indy Fuel. The Nailers got the first two goals of Dustin Manz' pro career, including a go-ahead strike at the 10:57 mark of the third period. However, Indy battled back with a power play goal during the final minute of regulation, then won the game 6-5 in overtime on Andrew Bellant's second marker of the night. Dillon Hamaliuk also had a big performance for Wheeling, as he returned to the lineup with four points. Both offenses came ready to roll, as each team put a pair of tallies onto the scoreboard for a 2-2 draw in the first period. Indy struck first at the 6:57 with a bit of puck luck. Victor Hadfield let a wrist shot go from the left point, which got tipped by both Ryan Gagnier and Kyle Maksimovich, with Maksimovich being the last to touch the puck from the left side of the crease. Davis Bunz netted the first equalizer for the Nailers, as he wound his way around the back of the net and into the left circle, where he thrust a wrist shot through Mitchell Weeks. The Fuel temporarily regained the lead with 2:33 remaining, when Andrew Bellant went end-to-end and lifted a backhander into the top-left corner of the twine. Wheeling answered just 46 seconds later, when Dillon Hamaliuk accepted a pass into the trapezoid, then turned with a wraparound, which he placed between Weeks' legs. The two sides continued to mirror each other in the middle frame, as a couple of power play strikes were exchanged. The Nailers took their first lead of the night at the 1:49 mark. Dustin Manz found some open space to skate across the ice and into the right circle, where he swept a wrist shot across his body and into the left side of the net for his first professional goal. Indy's man advantage marker came with 9:57 left, when Ross MacDougall flew a center point wrist shot into the top-left corner of the cage. The back-and-forth battle kept on going in the third period, and more offense came with it. Tanner Laderoute cut in behind the defense and lifted a backhander into the top-left corner to put Wheeling ahead at the 2:26 mark. 1:50 later, Maksimovich answered with a tying goal for the Fuel, as he found an opening on the left side for his second of the evening. The Nailers regained the lead with 9:03 remaining, shortly after a power play had expired. Hamaliuk collected his fourth point of the match by delivering a backhand pass through the slot to Manz, who slammed in his second career marker with a one-timer from the left circle. Wheeling nearly got the game to the finish line, but a last-minute penalty led to extra hockey, as Andrew Bellant got the puck to bounce in off of a Nailers player with 21 seconds on the clock for a 5-5 tie. The contest got decided at the 3:58 mark of overtime, when Bellant took a pass from Brett Bulmer and picked the top-left corner for the 6-5 Indy win. Mitchell Weeks picked up the victory in goal for the Fuel, as he made 19 saves on 24 shots. Garret Sparks received the overtime loss for Wheeling, as he allowed six goals on 32 shots. The Nailers will play their final four regular season games on home ice, starting on Friday night at 7:10 against Fort Wayne. That is a Frosty Friday with $2 beers, plus IWC returns for a second Wrestling Night. Also coming up this week is a Screen Time Sunday at 4:10 against Indy, in which one lucky fan will win a free TV courtesy of Walmart. That day will also feature a post game skate with the entire team. Fan Appreciation Night on April 13th is the final Big Six Promotional Game of the season, which will feature all sorts of prizes, including one grand prize winner, who will receive a trip to Put-In-Bay. The Wheeling Nailers, considered one of the top things to do in Wheeling, West Virginia, provide affordable family entertainment for fans throughout the Ohio Valley. Wednesday night's game at Indiana Farmers Coliseum is one that slipped away from the Wheeling Nailers, as they earned one point, but missed out on a second one against the Indy Fuel. The Nailers got the first two goals of Dustin Manz' pro career, including a go-ahead strike at the 10:57 mark of the third period. However, Indy battled back with a power play goal during the final minute of regulation, then won the game 6-5 in overtime on Andrew Bellant's second marker of the night. Dillon Hamaliuk also had a big performance for Wheeling, as he returned to the lineup with four points. Both offenses came ready to roll, as each team put a pair of tallies onto the scoreboard for a 2-2 draw in the first period. Indy struck first at the 6:57 with a bit of puck luck. Victor Hadfield let a wrist shot go from the left point, which got tipped by both Ryan Gagnier and Kyle Maksimovich, with Maksimovich being the last to touch the puck from the left side of the crease. Davis Bunz netted the first equalizer for the Nailers, as he wound his way around the back of the net and into the left circle, where he thrust a wrist shot through Mitchell Weeks. The Fuel temporarily regained the lead with 2:33 remaining, when Andrew Bellant went end-to-end and lifted a backhander into the top-left corner of the twine. Wheeling answered just 46 seconds later, when Dillon Hamaliuk accepted a pass into the trapezoid, then turned with a wraparound, which he placed between Weeks' legs. The two sides continued to mirror each other in the middle frame, as a couple of power play strikes were exchanged. The Nailers took their first lead of the night at the 1:49 mark. Dustin Manz found some open space to skate across the ice and into the right circle, where he swept a wrist shot across his body and into the left side of the net for his first professional goal. Indy's man advantage marker came with 9:57 left, when Ross MacDougall flew a center point wrist shot into the top-left corner of the cage. The back-and-forth battle kept on going in the third period, and more offense came with it. Tanner Laderoute cut in behind the defense and lifted a backhander into the top-left corner to put Wheeling ahead at the 2:26 mark. 1:50 later, Maksimovich answered with a tying goal for the Fuel, as he found an opening on the left side for his second of the evening. The Nailers regained the lead with 9:03 remaining, shortly after a power play had expired. Hamaliuk collected his fourth point of the match by delivering a backhand pass through the slot to Manz, who slammed in his second career marker with a one-timer from the left circle. Wheeling nearly got the game to the finish line, but a last-minute penalty led to extra hockey, as Andrew Bellant got the puck to bounce in off of a Nailers player with 21 seconds on the clock for a 5-5 tie. The contest got decided at the 3:58 mark of overtime, when Bellant took a pass from Brett Bulmer and picked the top-left corner for the 6-5 Indy win. Mitchell Weeks picked up the victory in goal for the Fuel, as he made 19 saves on 24 shots. Garret Sparks received the overtime loss for Wheeling, as he allowed six goals on 32 shots. The Nailers will play their final four regular season games on home ice, starting on Friday night at 7:10 against Fort Wayne. That is a Frosty Friday with $2 beers, plus IWC returns for a second Wrestling Night. Also coming up this week is a Screen Time Sunday at 4:10 against Indy, in which one lucky fan will win a free TV courtesy of Walmart. That day will also feature a post game skate with the entire team. Fan Appreciation Night on April 13th is the final Big Six Promotional Game of the season, which will feature all sorts of prizes, including one grand prize winner, who will receive a trip to Put-In-Bay. The Wheeling Nailers, considered one of the top things to do in Wheeling, West Virginia, provide affordable family entertainment for fans throughout the Ohio Valley. Read the full article

[heespect]

𝒲e Can't Be Friends · p.sh

pairing :: hockey-player!sunghoon x student!reader

genre :: a little bit angst

sinopse :: where you have a crush on Sunghoon, but unfortunately he doesn't reciprocate your feelings

wc :: 1,3 k

-note :: hey guys, it's been a while since I was inactive. I ended up forgetting about this account and recently decided to write on it again, anyway, I deleted my two old works about Ni-ki and now I'm starting from scratch. Again, I'm sorry if the English is bad, you know, I'm not American.

USUALLY PEOPLE USED TO CALL YOU HEARTLESS. Unlike all the other girls in your class, you hadn't even dated yet, and at that stage of your life, you preferred to pay more attention to your studies than to fall in love with some boy your age.

And then you entered your high school phase.

New phase, new school, and consequently new boys. You could say, maybe you had never studied with such handsome guys before, and oh… They definitely seemed to have come straight from paradise.

But among so many faces, there he was, the hockey team player.

Park Sunghoon studied in the same class as you, of course, your conversations never went beyond "hi" or "did you understand this question?" but still, his presence in the same space as you was able to attract your attention.

And consequently, accelerate your heart like never before.

Sometimes you would attend his hockey games, even without understanding any stupid rule there was, or you would be overly polite, always greeting him just to hear his sweet voice. You also laughed at his jokes, even if they were so bad.

So, it didn't take more than a year for you to end up being included in his circle of friends. You would hang out together sometimes, go out in groups for some activities after class, and then even have lunch together on some days.

But of course, there was still an implicit barrier between the two of you, which visibly ruined any chance of "being more than friends".

You wouldn't push it, just pretend everything was fine and secretly continue to fall in love with Sunghoon.

Even though deep down, you knew there would never be a slightest chance with him.

"Well, what do you think of Lee Y/N? I heard she likes you..." Your friend announced proudly, almost as if he were forcing Sunghoon to give an answer to that question. Loud whispers could be heard among the group of friends, and you shifted nervously in place.

"I'm not interested. I mean, she's not my type," he replied at the moment, causing the rest of the friends to respond in a loud chorus of understanding.

That day, you just faked a bitter smile and tried to break the tense atmosphere that had formed, saying words like "we're just friends, this doesn't even make sense" and then fell silent for the rest of the game.

The rest of the week hadn't been pleasant either, apparently all your classmates knew what had happened in that truth or dare game, they cast sympathetic glances, and the closest ones even tried to comfort you by saying that Sunghoon wasn't even that handsome.

But you knew it wasn't true.

The sun shone warmly through the open classroom windows, announcing the arrival of spring. You were alone in the classroom because that day it was your turn to clean the whole environment.

To be honest, there was nothing to complain about. You used to enjoy being alone at times, it was a good time for reflection, even if it was when you were cleaning your classroom.

Light knocks on the door startled you, making you jump before turning towards the source of the sound. There he was, Park Sunghoon, in his school uniform and his backpack slung over one of his shoulders.

"Are you alone here?" He offered a friendly smile, leaving his backpack in a corner of the room.

"My cleaning day..." You replied, wringing out a wet cloth that would later be snatched from your hands by him.

"Let me help," he shrugged, gently taking the towel from your hands to then scrub the classroom desks.

Heavens, your class was definitely unpleasant and disgusting.

Silence fell, there was no need to express verbally, he would know that you were grateful for his help.

"Hm, it's not that I don't like you..." He suddenly started, awkwardly scrubbing a dirty desk while trying to watch you.

You felt strange, as if a glacial cold was sending shivers down your body. Then you nodded vaguely, agreeing with his words.

"Oh, no need to explain..." A bitter smile spread across your face, but you kept pretending everything was fine in front of him.

"I mean, the problem isn't you," he emphasized.

The problem isn't you. Well, that sounded good to your ears, right?

Maybe he just wasn't really excited about getting into relationships. Maybe he just had the same thoughts as your past self before meeting him in the first year, he just wanted to focus on the hockey team and future college spots...

"I'm just not into relationships right now. I think that goes for all the girls..." Sunghoon rambled on for almost ten minutes, but still, you didn't fully pay attention to his words, just nodding along as your brain was hit with various thoughts.

Maybe I have a chance.

He just doesn't want anyone right now.

He just wants to focus on the team.

That doesn't mean I'm not his ideal type.

Later that afternoon, on the same day, you went out after school and went to an ice cream shop. You had great moments, and subconsciously Park planted in your head that maybe you would have a chance.

But all of that was wrong.

The school year began again, now being their last one before finally going to college and starting a new stage in their lives. You were confident in that year, in fact, your grades were still high, and your feelings for Sunghoon still remained.

In a way, you didn't mind anymore, he had already said he wasn't interested in anyone, and consequently that brought false hope for you.

But there was another name alongside that departure. Kim Sooha.

Sooha was beautiful, so incredible that you wondered for days how she could be real. She definitely had the Korean standard, she was so intelligent, but most of all, she was so nice that everyone fell in love with her personality.

And that included Park Sunghoon...

You weren't sure, but it all started during the summer vacation, before classes started. Sooha had a history of figure skating, and she used to give lessons at the ice rink managed by her family. What no one knew was that Sunghoon curiously frequented that same rink, which contributed to both of them starting a brief friendship.

Neither of them knew, but that same year, they curiously ended up in the same class, which further contributed to this bond of friendship growing.

And with that, confused feelings arose in Sunghoon's heart.

For a long time you believed that friends don't lie, but you should have known that at some point Sunghoon would fall in love, even if it wasn't with you.

For months you felt guilty, of course, besides Sooha becoming friends with Sunghoon, she also became friends with you, claiming that the boy often talked about his "good friend" to her.

And that was exactly the problem: because she was your friend, because of this closer proximity with Kim, you simply felt awful for trying to hate her.

Sooha definitely seemed like an angel on earth, she was kind to everyone and would never be able to hurt anyone. You knew that if you told her, the girl wouldn't even be able to get close to Sunghoon and have any kind of romantic relationship with him.

So you let her go.

Over time, the girl was already sighing when the subject was Sunghoon. You knew that the feeling became mutual, and the hockey player intended to take the girl as his date to the winter dance. It didn't take long for rumors to spread throughout the school in December: Sunghoon had asked her to the dance with a grand gesture involving the rest of the team, she had accepted, and consequently declared her love for him.

They became a couple, and all you could do was watch from afar and hope for the couple's happiness...

#★ (𝓗) 𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 - 𝓦𝗈𝗋𝗄𝗌 #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen fic #enhypen headcanons #enhypen imagines #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon x you #park sunghoon x reader

[laresearchette]

Thursday, March 30, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: RAPCAVIAR PRESENTS (Disney + Star)

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT PROM PACT (Premiering on April 01 on Disney Channel Canada at 7:00pm) THE CROODS: FAMILY TREE (TBD - YTV)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

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9:00pm: GOLDEN DELICIOUS: Everyone wants something from Jake: his father is pushing him to try out for the basketball team and his girlfriend wants to take their relationship to the next level. When Aleks moves in across the street Jake struggles with his own desires.

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[meltingheartsandcores]

This is a wangxian Yoi au, or it was going to be, I wrote the first chapter. Then realized I don’t know how to write skating, I don’t know anything about figure skating, and I feel like I should not be flying blind in this. Also, creativity got fried. Which sucks.

But, I figured you might enjoy reading the first chapter, and idk if it's because i wrote it but I find it's fine to read on it's own.

Story under the cut, I do hope you enjoy. 

“Huaisang, why are you calling me at midnight?”

“Excuse you, it’s one am. And you didn’t respond to my text. Check your messages and watch the link I sent you.”

“Fuck no.” Despite Wei Wuxian’s words, he grabs his computer off his bedside table and sits up, “What’s the video called?” Wei Wuxian asks as he pulls up youtube.

”Uhhh,” there was some tapping, ”okay, english is Lan Wangji attempts Wei Wuxian’s Confusion.”

The name made Wei Wuxian perk up as he quickly types and searchs for the video. “Why didn’t you just tell me it was Lan Zhan?” He wouldn’t have grumbled.

”Just watch!” Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes at Nie Huaisang’s excitement but plays the video, muted because Jiang Cheng will kill him for waking him up at midnight. Wei Wei Wuxian was pleasantly surprised throughout the whole video, and also curious as to when Lan Zhan learnt it so completely. It had been his freestyle at Worlds two nights before, the one that earned him gold, again. He had changed it to work with his current condition and still earn him gold, but that just meant it was more complicated stepping he had perfected and a bunch of quads- not nearly as much as he normally did but, enough. Lan Zhan had changed his quads to triples.

Wei Wuxian could only point out one mistake. He rewatches it to see if there are any others. They’re aren’t.

“He fucked up one of the salchows.” Wei Wuxian states, watching the video for a third time. That was generous, he wobbled a bit too much on the landing. Madam Yu would’ve called it a complete fuckup and made him redo the entire program. For a practice it wasn’t bad, especially since Lan Zhan seemed distracted still.

Nie Huaisang groans on the phone, ”That’s all you have to say?”

“Hey. He’s the one who didn’t call me.”

”And now he’s dancing your stupid love letter!”

“It was not-“ Wei Wuxian is stopped by a pillow hitting his face, falling back onto his bed. “I have to go, I woke Jiang Cheng.”

Nie Huaisang giggles and hangs up with a singsong, “Good Luck!”

Wei Wuxian sits back up, chucking the pillow back onto Jiang Cheng’s bed. The lump that is his brother doesn’t move. Just an angry grumbled, “Get the fuck out of the room if you’re going to be awake.”

Wei Wuxian could go back to sleep, but he’s more interested in Lan Zhan right now. So he shuts his laptop, pulls on a jacket, and leaves the room with his phone in his pocket and his laptop under his arm in his fluffy bunny slippers. He goes down to the airport and sits at his gate, opening hs laptop back up to watch the video again. They were flying out to Italy in five hours. Well. wei Wuxian and Uncle Jiang were, Jiejie and Jiang Cheng were flying back to Canada in ten. Jiang Cheng had made their room decisions because if Wei Wuxian and Uncle Jiang shared they would’ve left without saying goodbye. In Wei Wuxian’s opinion, it’d be better to say goodbye before they went to sleep instead of waking everyone up at six in the morning, but he was promptly told to shut up.

Wei Wuxian calls Nie Huaisang back as the video plays, it’s impressive. And Wei Wuxian has always loved Lan Zhan’s skating. It made the Grand Prix all the more odd.

”It’s a love letter.” Nie Huaisang says in lieu of a greeting.

“It was not a love letter.” Nie Huaisang made a doubtful sound. “It was a letter of why the fuck did you never call me? I gave you my personal number and whitelisted you. Why did you never contact me?”

“So… an unrequited loveletter.”

“Why am I friends with you?”

”Because I helped you shave off Lan Qiren’s awful goatee.”

Wei Wuxian chuckles at the memory, Teacher Lan had been so pissed. “Hey… do you think he has any relation to Lan Zhan?”

”I do blackmail, not familial relations. If I did, you wouldn’t have spent five years calling Xiao Xingchen Jiujiu as a joke only to find out it was very appropriate.”

Ah, yes, the most awkward celebratory dinner in Wei Wuxian’s life with his uncle and grandmother.

“You and I both know I called him Jiujiu because I forgot his name and it was the first thing that came to mind.” Nie Huaisang cackles, fully aware that when Wei Wuxian forgot peoples names, if he didn’t hate them, he immediately went to familial relations.

It’s how Nie Huaisang’s older brother is forever Da-ge to Wei Wuxian. And how half his competitors are variations of cousin and uncle. Those that don’t speak chinese are typically confused but assume it’s a nickname until someone (Jiang Cheng typically) tells them they are now the son of Wei Wuxian’s father’s brother. Or something of the like. Those that speak chinese typically return the favour. For example, Xingchen called him Wai Sheng as often as Wei Wuxian would call him Jiujiu.

”Yup. And then you finally met your grandmother. Hands down, best World Champions I’ve ever been to.”

“Oh fuck you. Are you going to Italy?”

”Already here. I convinced Da Ge to fly me out right after the World Champs. I have been shopping for days. I love Italy.”

“You love that you can logic your way into drinking wine with every meal.”

”Mmhmm. You don’t normally participate in the Egna Spring Trophy. Why are you coming this year?”

“I like to shock people.” ’I don’t want my season to be over just yet. I don’t want to stop skating.’ “Can you keep a secret?”

”Of course. Did you put shaving cream in Jiang Cheng’s suitcase again?”

“No. He doesn’t let me anywhere near it anymore. I…”Wei Wuxian chickens out. He can’t say it. Not now. “Actually it might be better to say in person. Do you think the video’s a message?”

”What? Oh! Lan Wangji’s? Maybe? What message might he be sending?”

“That he still wants me to coach him next season?”

”You can’t coach someone and participate.” Nie Huaisang remarks. Wei Wuxian stays silent, normally his response would be ‘watch me’, but he can’t. Nie Huaisang gasps at Wei Wuxian’s extended silence. ”You can’t”.

“I’ll talk to you about it in Italy.”

”Have you told Coach Jiang?”

“No. Not Jiang Cheng or Shijie either. Don’t say anything. I’m still…”

”Yup. Got it. Lips are sealed.” Wei Wuxian sighs in relief, he’s not sure what he was worried about, but he’s grateful Nie Huaisang isn’t telling anyone. Not until Wei Wuxian says it himself. ”And, I guess the video could be a message. Maybe he lost your number? And it’s not like you told him you whitelisted him. Maybe he thought you were joking and didn’t want to risk rejection? I’ve asked Da ge but he told me to shut up and not bother him so…”

Oh right. Wei Wuxian forgot Da Ge was friends with Lan Zhan’s brother. “Meanie. But you know where he is right?”

“Yup. But Da Ge told me not to tell you. Didn’t want you bothering the Lan brothers or something.”

Wei Wuxian hums, “What a shame.” Nie Huaisang couldn’t tell him where Lan Zhan was. But, he could tell Wei Wuxian about Lan Zhan’s home.

”Mmhmm. There’s a wonderful hot spring in Gusu. As well as a cold spring that’s supposed to promote healing. I always find that afterwards, I’m too busy warming up to really care about any injuries.”

Wei Wuxian chuckles, Gusu huh? “Never heard of it.”

“No? It’s a rather small city. Not very well known. The hot spring I go to is called Hanshi.”

“...Frost Room?” Odd name for a hot spring.

”Mmhmm. I think it’s ironic or something? You know, a hot spring frost room? Who knows? We both know I didn’t ask.”

Wei Wuxian nods, “Mm. Maybe after Triglav I’ll pop over.”

”Making this season count I see.”

“I just want as many gold medals as possible. I’ll let you get some sleep. I am going to get started on coaching notes.”

”I’ll send you whatever videos I have of Lan Wangji. See you soon.”

“Mm.” Wei Wuxian hangs up and pulls up his note-app to start taking notes as he watches Lan Zhan’s video again. Noting places where Lan Zhan could do with improvement. There weren’t many, but Lan Zhan hadn’t focused his training in the same areas Wei Wuxian did. In some areas he was actually better at Wei Wuxian’s program than he was. Particularly with the stepping. More precise and fine-tuned than Wei Wuxian’s own. If Wei Wuxian had given Confusion to Lan Zhan he probably would’ve netted a higher score than Wei Wuxian. If he could land the quads at least.

_-3 weeks later-_

“Gusu is so nice. So warm. So not Canada.” Wuxan says to Nie Huaisang over the phone as he waits for the cab he arranged to pick him up from the airport.

Nie Huaisang’s laugh titters over the phone, “You’re not in Gusu yet. Gusu is a mountain city.”

“Ah, so the temperature will be back to normal. Good.”

”Tell Xichen-ge hi. I did not warn them you were coming, so, have a fun surprise!”

Wei Wuxian laughs, “I will. How’s Da ge?”

”Very annoyed that I told you where they live. And not accepting the fact that I didn’t tell you where they lived. I told you of a wonderful hot spring in Gusu and upon research you found it was owned by Lan Wangji’s brother. How can I be blamed?” Nie Huaisang actually seemed offended.

Wei Wuxian laughs at his friend. “Well, at least he’s not making you do hockey.” Nie Huaisang screeches, making Wei Wuxian laugh harder.

”He would never.”

“Didn’t he initially put you in hockey? Who’s to say he won’t put you back in?” It’s a joke, but Nie Huaisang is silent on the other end. And then Wei Wuxian can hear him running through his house.

”DAGE!” Wei Wuxian pulls his phone away at the yell, but puts it back once the yell is over to hear whatever else Nie Huaisang says. There’s some muttering that Wei Wuxian assumes belongs to Da ge.”You wouldn’t put me in hockey, right? Even if I fail Ice Dance?” There’s complete silence on the other end. But Da ge must’ve said something, or made a certain expression because Nie Huaisang screeches, offended and scared, “Da Ge!” Wei Wuxian laughs at his friends' misery and offence. He always feels a little bad for Da ge at events since he’s typically the only hockey player there and very few figure skaters bother to hide their dislike of hockey players. Typically it’s vice versa too, but when Wei Wuxian and Nie Huaisang go to Da ge’s games they tend to keep away from that subject. As much as possible. Except that one year one of Da ge’s teammates called Figure Skater’s prissy princesses and Wei Wuxian attacked him and had to be pulled off by Da ge.

He was fourteen. Nie Huaisang took a video.

Wei Wuxian stops laughing enough to notice his cab and met the driver, putting his phone in his pocket to drown out Nie Huaisang’s crying. After a quick chat, his luggage was put in the trunk and got in. He pulls out his phone and puts it back to his ear just as Nie Huaisang starts calling Da ge mean.

”How could you scare me like that?” Da ge was laughing in the background.

“Older brothers. It’s what we do best.”

”Meanie.” Was hissed at Wei Wuxian. More mumbling Wei Wuxian couldn’t make heads or tails of before Nie Huaisang speaks again, ” Da Ge wants to talk to you.”

“He’s not putting me in hockey is he?”

”Uhhh, da ge? Are you putting Wei-xiong in hockey?”

Da Ge was close enough to the phone Wei Wuxian could hear his reply, “Can I? He’d do damn good.”

“Don’t joke! I’m too fragile for hockey!” Wei Wuxian protests with a pout. “What did Da ge want to talk about?”

”Don’t harass Xichen and Wangji. If they tell you to go. Go. I don’t care what Wangji said at the Prix banquet, leave him alone if he wants to be left alone.” Da ge orders.

“Roger roger.”

“Wuxian.”

“I got it. I won’t bother them if they don’t want to be bothered. If he says no I’ll book a flight tomorrow and head home. Or to your place. Or to Xingchen’s. Bottom line I’ll leave if they want me to.” He won’t overstay his welcome.

”Good. Good luck.” With that, Da ge hangs up.

_-Gusu-_

“How was lessons?” Lan Xichen asks as Lan Wangji returns from the rink with Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi in tow. The five year olds loved skating. So when Lan Wangji returned from his complete failure at the Grand Prix, he had taken over their skating lessons at Cloud Recess at their insistence.

“They improved. How was business?” Lan Wangji asks as both kids run upstairs.

“Adequate. We have one guest currently. Actually, he asked for you by name.”

Oh. Great. “Did he say why?”

Lan Xichen shakes his head, he probably didn’t ask. “Just said to tell you. He also said if you don’t want to talk to him he’ll leave.”

Lan Wangji shakes his head, “No. I’ll talk to him.” He hopes it’s not a fan. Or one of Coach Zhong’s students come to ask him back in place of Coach. Lan  Wangji just wanted to take care of his rabbits and ignore the world until his failure is forgotten. Lan Xichen smiles, probably remembering that just last month Lan Wangji told him he didn’t want to talk to anyone.

“Good. I’m going to make sure the tykes are not causing havoc upstairs, watch the front for me?” Lan Wangji nods at Lan Xichen’s request, allowing his brother to rush up the stairs.

Lan Wangji had just sat down at one of the tables, intent to get some work done. He was working with the library in Cloud Recess with translations, it didn’t pay well, but he enjoyed it and could do it in between helping Lan Xichen out at the Hanshi.

But before he could pull his laptop out, a guest came into the main room. Lan Wangji looks up to greet them but the words die on his tongue, eyes widening a fraction as he took in Wei Wuxian, half naked, with his hair in a towel. Well, he had a jacket on that wasn’t shut, so he wasn’t technically breaking the rule about being undressed outside the springs, but his incredibly toned chest was still on full display. Lan Wangji could feel his ears burning, and was very thankful he rarely blushes on his face.

A smile split across Wei Wuxian’s lips, “Lan Zhan.” ’What?’ “I wanted to talk to you.” Wei Wuxian falls to his knees on the opposite side of the table than Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji nods, although he was still stuck on ’Why is Wei Wuxian calling me by my given name? How does he even know it?’ Somehow Wei Wuxian’s smile got brighter. Which Lan Wangji felt was just unfair and rude. He’s trying not to panic here. “I want to coach you for next season.”

What.

Fuck trying not to panic.

What?

“Why?”

“I saw your video. Your stepping is very impressive. But you need to work on your jumps. Although you seem to learn quickly since you were able to learn Confusion in just a few days.” Lan Wangji would like this conversation to stop and rewind. What video?! He only danced Confusion once! And- oh fuck. Lan Jingyi is corrupting his perfect child. Wei Wuxian was still talking. Lan Wangji missed a portion. “-so I figured I’d come down to offer my services as coach.”

“Are you not competing next season?”

Wei Wuxian looks surprised, “Ah, I guess you don’t get much news out here.” Lan Wangji has been avoiding most skating news. He only watched the Worlds because Lan Jingyi and Lan Sizhui demanded it. “I’m taking a break. I’m twenty-three and have won every single competition I’ve been in for five years, got bored. And then I saw your video and decided I wanted to help you win the Grand Prix.”

What.

“What’s your current work out regime? I have some ideas but I don’t want to overwork you. Also, where’s the rink and can we schedule private time to practice?”

“Wei Wuxian-“

He cuts Lan Wangji off, waving his hand, “Call me Wei Ying.”

Okay.

“Wei Ying. You cannot take a break just to coach me.”

“Yes I can. But I didn’t. I was going to be taking a break this season anyways. If I hadn’t seen your video I might’ve let Da ge talk me into hockey.” Wei Ying shudders theatrically, “I’m too delicate for hockey.” Lan Wangji would disagree. Lan Xichen showed him the video of Wei Ying beating up a hockey player nearly twice his size. “If you don’t want me to coach you, I’ll leave. But if you do… I already have plans for your programs. And areas to improve.”

It was tempting. To accept the offer. Last year's Grand Prix had been Lan Wangji’s first venture into international competitions. He was used to national and local competitions. But after the complete failure of last years Grand Prix he wasn’t sure about returning to the international stage. However, Wei Ying had a lot of experience in the international stage. He’d been competing in International Competitions since he was thirteen. An entire decade.

Lan Wangji nods, “I accept.”

Wei Ying’s smile gets impossible bright. “Perfect.”

#Cql #The untamed #Wei Ying #Wei Wuxian #wwx #Lwj #Lan Wangji #Lan Zhan #Nie Huaisang #NHS #Au #my writing #shoot me an ask or a message if your confused or curious about something #Also the Nies are Hockey players #While the other clans are ice skaters #Huaisang got his brother to remove him from hockey tho #bcuz he is fragile and that’s not changing anytime soon. #Also someone told me hockey players and figure skaters didn’t like eachother #idky #so I made up a reason #Sorry

[enhyupn]

enhypen at the arcade with their s/o! ∷

requested by anon

ot7!enhypen x gn!reader

established relationship, fluff, warnings: mentions of making out in jays, swearing, mentions of guns (the arcade game ones), word count: 800+

ʚ heeseung

would be so excited about being with you and would want to do everything with you

he’d try and win you stuff and will not stop trying until he wins you something

takes loads of pictures of you with a polaroid

especially at that basketball hoop game

is a total sucker for those two player games because all he wants to do is be with you

spends so much money most of it on those claw machines for you

feels really happy when he sees you having fun and holding prizes he’s won for you

that means!! more arcade dates in the future

rest of the members under the cut!

ʚ jay

100% going to the arcade was his idea

wants to show off to you all his skills

wins you so many things and gets you so many tickets

he later gives some children his tickets so they can show off too

his favourite game to play with you is that racing motorcycle one

but he doesn’t play against you

he’s watching you from the sidelines and holding onto your waist just in case you look like you’re about to fall

takes pictures with you in those photo booths

you two may or may not be making out in those same photos

ʚ jake

completely in awe whenever you two play games together and you win

is genuinely so proud of you that he just kisses you in front of all the kids as they groan in embarrassment

he takes pictures of you with stuffed animals he’d win and update his lock screen with that same picture

when playing skee ball he will ‘help’ you with rolling the ball up by holding your hand

in reality all he wants to do is be closer to you

enjoys playing old school games like pacman or pong but those are the games he gets really into

he’ll be really serious and tell you the only way to calm him down is with a kiss or some sort of intimate skin-ship

it’s a very affectionate arcade date with jake </3

ʚ sunghoon

loves the look of excitement on your face whenever you win anything

sooo he purposefully loses some games just to see your face light up

slightly competitive when it comes to some games though

he will try everything in his willpower to beat you in air hockey

but when he sees you lose he feels bad and starts apologising as you tell him over and over again that it’s okay

“i’m sorry baby, i got carried away” “it’s fine hoon! but next time we play, i’m kicking your ass”

will buy small notebooks and pencils for you with the tickets he’s won as a gift

writes the date of your arcade date and writes down things he loves about you in the notebook

ʚ sunoo

buys matching headbands for you and him to wear throughout your arcade date

so!! many!! selfies!!

either it be you shooting hoops or getting something from a claw machine

sunoo is there to record everything so he can remember the moments

cheers for you on the sidelines whenever you are playing a game that has scores

isn’t that into competitive games so he does those 4d experiences

holds your hand extra tight because it genuinely feels so real

you two end the day off with one extra game of basketball and pac man before buying boba for each other

ʚ jungwon

loves holding your hand every time you play a game so much that you have you tell him to let go so you can play properly 

makes you pose with those guns so he can post you everywhere and show his mom how pretty you are

will tease you when playing two player games by either poking your side or simply making jokes

“y/n look over there!” “huh, where— YOU MADE ME LOSE JUNGWON”

everytime you make a mistake the two of you will crack up laughing and end up not being serious for the rest of the game

will do those fortune teller booths and take it really seriously when the fortune tells him you are the love of his life

ʚ ni-ki

will play any game you ask him to!! even if he hates it

every time he wins a game he asks you if you have a prize for him and you always kiss his cheek

very sweet when playing games because he always cheers you on and gives you back hugs

especially during that basketball game or skee ball

however, incredibly competitive when it comes to dance dance revolution

will do so good but also secretly loves seeing you get into the game so he always misses a few hits

polaroids!! either it be on his phone on an online app or with a real one

puts them on the back of his phone instantly after he doodles on it

#lsn.works #enhypennetwork #enhypenwriters #hybenet #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen fluff #enhypen x reader #enhypen drabbles #enhypen timestamps #enhypen headcanons

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The thing was, you were used to going to rinks and hockey events with Tyler.   You were used to the meeting up with him, to the feeling like you were somehow being signaled out when it was obvious that he knew you or that you were getting special treatment.

You were not used to going to these events as his girlfriend.

You also think you'd only been to Biosteel Camp once before, that week the marking the separation of his life with you and his life in the NHL. 

But some things were different now that you had a child with who you wanted to share new experiences.  So when Tyler had asked you to come, you'd agreed, realizing that having Bentley come along added a layer of excitement to go to a hockey game, even if it was just a scrimmage.  Which is exactly why you had Bentley dressed in Dallas Stars colours, even though Tyler himself wouldn't even be wearing them.  You'd decided that you didn't want to drive into the city by yourself, which is why you had Bentley packed up to head in with Tyler for the day, in his jeep which seemed to be your new family vehicle.

"You might want to get into this lane here," Tyler said, leaned forward, and then looking over his shoulder, "But there's a car right behind you so -"

"I have driven before, you know," you laughed, and Tyler sheepishly sat back.

"Sorry, sorry," he said, "I like to be in control, especially when you're driving my car."

"I've driven your car before, too," you said.

"Well, I still like to be in control."

"You're in control of him," you said, nodding towards the backseat, where Bentley was in his car seat.  

Tyler turned in his seat, looking at the mirror that reflected Bentley's face back at you.  "He's sleeping."

"Tyler," you whined, your whole body moving in a sigh.

"What?" he asked, completely oblivious.

"You never, ever point out that a baby is sleeping when you really don't want them to wake up."

"Is that a thing?"

"Yes, it's a thing."

"Well, I didn't attend the parenting classes, I don't know," he said, "It's not in my book."

"I didn't go to a parenting class," you laughed.

"Yeah, you did," Tyler said, looking at you, and you wracked your brain until you remembered.

"That was a childbirth class.  And I went to a baby CPR class," you said, thinking, your eyes glancing towards him, "Would you go to one of those?"

"A baby CPR class?" Tyler asked, and you nodded, "If you want me to?"

"I just think it would be a good idea for us both to know it if we're gonna be living together.  Officially," you said, "And he's gonna be starting solids soon so he could choke."

"He could choke?" Tyler asked, in alarm, "I thought babies ate like... mush."

"Well, they do eat soft stuff," you confirm, "but it's a different texture.  They have to get used to it."

"I'll go if you’ 'll come with me and take it again?" Tyler asked hopefully.

"Deal," you agreed, "I mean if we can find someone to watch Bentley."

"We can find someone to watch Bentley," Tyler said confidently.  "Jamie can do it."

"Jamie?" you repeated.

"Yeah, he's great with kids," Tyler said. 

"Yeah, but it's just not about being great with kids, watching a baby isn't the same thing as hanging out with an older kid."

"You let me watch him."

"Yeah, but you're different," you said.

"What? How?"

"You know...." you said, taking your hand off the wheel for a moment and gesturing back and forth between him and Bentley in the backseat to demonstrate that connection and Tyler cleared his throat loudly, and you placed your hand obediently back on the wheel.

"Well, I wouldn't let any of the guys watch him unless I knew they could do it," Tyler said, "He's got a niece, he babysits for other kids on the team."

"Really?" you asked in surprise.

"Yeah, we're more than just hockey players, you know," Tyler said, "we have skills."

"I know, I know, I just -" you laughed because you didn't quite know how to put into words that it felt overwhelming to think about having someone other than family watch your baby, even though you knew it was okay. 

It didn't really feel like your home there, yet.

"We just started dating babe, and I know we were fucking for like a year, but that's different."

"Tyler," you said in shock, with the baby in the back seat, so blunt, and you felt his eyes on you.

"Moving in together is a really big deal.  When you've been together for years and just ---"

"You think we shouldn't move in together?"

"What? No," Tyler said, "I'm just saying that.... we need to make sure we have time for each other. It's not just us, there's a kid and I just...if we're gonna do this whole parent thing, I think we just need to make sure we work on our relationship too. And I don't mean like pawn the kid off as soon as we get there, obviously, I want to hang out with him.  I just mean like...once a month or something."

And now you were imaging the anticipation that you might feel picking out just the right dress for a dinner out that Tyler had promised you after a long road trip, or sneaking moments throughout the day to find someplace fun nearby that Tyler hadn't discovered yet.

 "Okay, deal," you said, your wide smile giving away what your feelings about actually getting to date Tyler.

"I know where I'm taking you first," Tyler said, the smile evidence in his voice.

"Where?" you asked by reflex, even though you realized he'd want it to be a surprise.

"To the backyard," Tyler said, laughing even before he got the words out.  "Then you won't have to worry about worry about Bentley because we'll be right there."

"Okay, I wasn't that bad," you clarified, "The was the first time that I'd left him with someone who....wasn't involved in making him," you finally decided on, and Tyler burst out laughing.  

"It's fine, babe, I get it," Tyler said simply, his voice filled with an understanding that you didn't think you had until you actually had your own child.

"Love you," you said simply, because you couldn't put it into words how much it meant that he never questioned would feelings when it came to Bentley.

"Love you too," he replied, your tender moment being interrupted by Bentley's abrupt cry.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Tyler asked his voice sickly sweet, turning in his seat to see what was going on in the back.

"You're okay," you soothed, "we're just going for a car ride."

"Yeah, you're gonna go watch hockey," Tyler added, to which Bentley let out an even louder cry, "Okay, I guess you don't like hockey."

"He likes hockey," you said.

"How do you know?" Tyler asked.

"Because we used to watch it all the time when he was a newborn."

"Oh, so you who never used to watch hockey suddenly became a huge fan, huh?" he asked, his voice playful.

"Tyler, you literally watched the whole of Grey's Anatomy with me and baked everything I wanted with me even though you hate measuring."

"Well, it's so specific," Tyler said, waving his hand, and you laughed because you could somehow at least always convince him to hang out in the kitchen with you while you whipped up a batch of muffins or cookies.

"But, yeah, Bentley and I watched every game because we missed you."

"Aww," Tyler said, clearly exaggerating how adorable it was, but you could hear the smile in his voice.

"This'll be a test to see if he can handle going to a real game," you said, Bentley still making himself known from the backseat.

"Well, it'll probably be easier to take him to a Stars game," Tyler said, turning and reaching into the backseat, you assumed to see if he could grab Bentley's pacifier with the way he was reaching around.

"Why?" you asked, the simple amount of people seeming overwhelming to you because the person you felt understood Bentley just as well as you did would literally be on the ice.

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"Because you can just take him into the family room if you don't want to sit with him in the seats or need somewhere to feed him or change him or whatever."

"What's that?" you asked, Tyler huffing out a laugh, and you were reminded just how foreign this whole world was to you.

"It's a suite where all the girls hang out," Tyler said, "There's a bunch of toys and stuff for the guy's kids.  He'll probably be more psyched to hang out there than watch the game."

"Oh," you said quietly, still trying to process this all, and focusing on the fact that he was referring to the players’ kids, and not just family friends.

"When do you think he's gonna be able to walk?" Tyler asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.

"Umm...after he learns to crawl?" you said, Tyler making noise to let you know that was rather obvious.

"I'm just stoked for him to run down the hallway towards me after a game," Tyler said, his arms raised and flailing about, mimicking the determined and yet awkward way that toddlers ran.

"Yeah, that'll be cute," you said, caught in that place where you wanted your baby to stay little forever, but were also looking forward to seeing how his personality would continue to emerge.

"You fed him before we left, right?" Tyler asked, Bentley still making himself known from the backseat, and you nodded your affirmation.  

"He's just fussy," you said, recognizing his cry.

"What do I do?" Tyler asked, "Like how did you even do this by yourself?"

You laughed a little under your breath, Tyler turned in his seat, looking at you like you had all the answers.  And although you'd driven with him before so many times, it was always him driving, and now he seemed a little out of his comfort zone like he was doing the wrong thing, even though you knew if Tyler had him in the car by himself he'd figure it out.

"Just talk to him," you offered.

"Like about what?"

"Anything," you said.  "he just wants to hear your voice.  Like when I was taking him to my mom's on Father's day, I told him all about what Father's day was. And why we were getting you a gift, and why you were spending time with your dad.."

"Awe," Tyler said, "Hmm..."

You didn't even realize you laughed until Tyler instructed you not to laugh at him because he was thinking and that he was under pressure now because you'd told Bentley something sweet, so he just couldn't tell any old story.

"Oh, I know," Tyler said, his voice even and thoughtful, "I'll tell you about the first time I realized that your mom was going to be a good mom."

And now you were pretty sure that you were paying even more attention to the timbre of Tyler's voice than Bentley was.

"So one time Grandma Jackie and Papa went to go out, so Uncle Ty-Ty had to babysit your Auntie Candace and Cassidy," Tyler said, "And because Mommy's awesome, she came over to help."

"That's when you knew?" you asked suddenly.

"Shh..."Tyler said, "I'm telling the story to Bentley, not you."

"Oh, sorry."

"Anyways," Tyler continued, pointedly, "Because Mommy was secretly in love with me she gave up her Friday night to come to hang out and help me."

"Don't tell him that," you laughed.

"Oh, right, it was because she was a nerd."

"Tyler," you laughed.

"Anyways, I appreciated it," he said, "So we were just hanging out watching a movie or something after we the girls had gone to bed, and then we heard this big crash from the kitchen."

And now you knew exactly what he was getting at, still feeling like that teenager responsible for someone only a few years younger than you77 even though you now had a child of your own.

"And of course we ran up there, and there was glass all over the place," Tyler said, his voice showing just how shocking it was, "Because Auntie Cass wanted some water and she didn't think she needed to come ask for help because she wanted to do it by herself."

"Which is why you'll be drinking out of a sippy cup until you're 12," you said.

"Yeah," Tyler laughed, "Anyways, so because Uncle Ty-Ty didn't think about what was doing he yelled, and what did Auntie Cass do?  She cried.  Yeah, even louder than you're crying right now."

"See, Uncle Ty-Ty was just scared that she was going to hurt herself more and he didn't think about how she might feel, but Mommy did," Tyler said, "She was so calm, and she just knew the right thing to say."

As Tyler's voice softened, you could hear the noises coming from Bentley softening, too.

"She knew just how to calm her down," Tyler said, "Because Uncle Ty-Ty didn't even know why she was crying, and if Mommy wasn't there, Auntie Cass probably would have been crying until Grandma got home."

"That's why I knew she was going to be a good Mom," Tyler said, more to you now than Bentley, "Because she cares a lot, but she also thinks about how other people are going to feel. She always knows just what to say to make people feel better. So I was really, really glad she was there."

"Well, I was glad you were there," you said, "I was freaking out."

"You were not," Tyler said, "I was freaking out."

"So was I," you confirmed, "You know how I hate that stuff."

"Well, you couldn't tell," Tyler said.

"Well, you couldn't tell you were freaking out either," you confirmed.

"'Cause you were there," Tyler said, even though it was the same for you, "I don't know why my mom didn't just ask you to babysit."

"Because you had it under control," you insisted, "It was your idea to take them to the corner store and let th6em pick out a chocolate bar to have with our ice cream."

"Yeah, cause they always take my money," Tyler said, a subtle uptick of his lips.

"You can't say no," you laughed, Tyler no longer able to hide his smile.  And it was him who suggested Cassidy come sit with you on the couch after you'd cleaned up the glass, Tyler carrying her to bed after she'd fallen asleep during the movie, something which had made him seem so much older than the sixteen years he'd been at the time, Tyler looking over his shoulder now.

"Okay, apparently we were boring before he got here," he said.

"A little bit.  I think he liked your story though," you said, "But you gotta stop only telling him good stories about me. We need like a storybook."

"Don't tell me what I can and can't tell him," Tyler said, his voice playful and teasing.  "I'll always hype you up, babe. I'm like your hype man."

"Well, listen when you're out there because we're gonna cheer for you," you said.

"I will," Tyler smiled, looking back again.  "He's already got the shirt though."

"He's got all the shirts, one for each game of the season, " you said, Tyler laughing.

"Do you think he'll wake up at all?" Tyler asked as you pulled into town, getting closer to that arena you'd spent so much time in as a teenager.

"Oh yeah," you said confidently, as Bentley was getting more and more interesting and aware of the world around him each day.  "Where do you want me to drop you off?"

"Just up here," Tyler said, pointing to an open spot, and you noticed the 6other guys arriving after having driven to the rink on their own, whereas you felt like you were drawing attention to yourself with the way you were arriving.

"I feel like I'm your mom dropping you off at practice," you said.

"Nah," Tyler said, leaning across the console towards you, pressing his lips easily to yours before you even had a chance to process what was happening.  "I'm not embarrassed to kiss you in front of my friends."

You weren't expecting him to grasp the back of your head though, pulling you to him for a deeper kiss, his hand tangling in your ponytail, and you knew you'd have to fix it, but you didn't care, smiling against his lips.  

"You need anything before I go?" he asked.

"No, we're good, we're just gonna go pick up Brooke," you said, Bentley still sleeping, hoping he'd be able to get a bit more of a nap in while you did that, so he'd wake up rested and hopefully on his own.  "Dani's gonna meet us here."

"K, well tell Bentley to look out for puck bunnies."

"Tyler!" you scolded, which he scrunched his nose up at, laughing.

"Hey, I said watch out for them, like avoid them, not look for them."

"Mhmm," you said, teasingly.

"I'll see you in a bit," he promised, and you kissed him once more, certain that he was being even more quiet than usual when getting his gear out of the back as if not to wake Bentley, hearing him talking to the other guys although you couldn't hear what they were saying, part of you wondering if he was explaining why he was arriving with such an entourage.

You were, however, thankful that you had brought your somewhat of an entourage with you, setting up a spot in the stands with your diaper bag which you'd tried to pare down as little as possible, Bentley curled up in Brooke's lap, eyes blinking drowsily as he began to realize that he was somewhere new.

"Oh, you made it," you said, when Danielle found you, knowing that she'd have to come by after work, your summer this year so much different than last, when you were still working regular hours.

"Well, yeah, I got to spend as much time as possible with you guys before you leave," she said, leaning down to hug you.

"I know," you said, your voice bittersweet, but as you felt the excitement of the kids around you thinking about getting a chance to see their favorite hockey player in person and your eyes watching Bentley's reaction, you couldn't help but think that this was even better than the love you'd imagined you'd have in your life last year, the experience of getting to see all these things that seemed so ordinary before through Bentley's eyes your new favourite thing.

"You look like you're having an existential crisis," Danielle said, laughing as she sat down next to you.

"It's just...I used to spend so much time here in high school," you said, looking at the rink around you, "just because it was something to do and because we would all go get food afterward.  And I never even paid attention to what offsides were and barely noticed when Tyler scored and now I'm like... if you told me I would be sitting here with his baby completely invested, I would have thought you were crazy."

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And yet it made you smile, having all this history with him.

"Careful how loud you say that baby part," Danielle said, eyebrows raised, although this was more about the kids getting a chance to see their favourite players in action, not so much the gossip and rumours that swirled online.  "We are going out to eat though, right? Because that's the only reason I came."

"Yeah, Tyler said there's a good sushi spot we can check out," you said, which was pretty much all he suggested when you went out to eat, knowing how much you'd missed real sushi while pregnant. "We brought Bentley's stroller in case he naps."

"Tyler's paying, right?" Danielle asked, her voice giving away that she didn't care either way. 

"I mean, it was his idea.." you said.  And although he teased you relentlessly about whose turn it was to pick up the cheque he pretty much always did.  Although he was more appreciative of when you grabbed him eggs at the store before he even noticed he was running low or arrived at his house after work on a warm summer day with a frozen lemonade for you both.  "We'll have to wait a bit though, he's doing this video interview piece or something? For a YouTube channel called Spittin Chiclets?"

"That's fine," Danielle said, leaning over towards Bentley, "you want to spend more time with Auntie Danielle,  right? Before you have to move because of silly hockey?" 

And you tilted your head at her, wanting to just enjoy this time you had left at home with all of your people, not thinking about how you were currently uprooting half your life.  It was almost like when you went away to university, leaving your summer essentials at home, except now you were a full-fledged adult and would be in a completely different country, not just an easy drive down the road.  

There had to be a handbook for 7y.

"He's doing Spittin' Chiclets?" Brooke asked, and you broke your gaze away from  Bentley in his Dallas Stars onesie, so much bigger than the first time he'd spotted the gear, noting the look on her face.

"Yeah, is it...not good?" you asked.

"No, no, I mean it's fine, everything's fine," Brooke said.  "They're just gonna definitely ask him if he has a girlfriend."

You still froze, even though he'd kissed you’d in the car, and been the first to be vocal about the fact that he had a girlfriend.

"Do a lot of people watch it?" You asked, hesitantly, wondering if this was going to be where things really started getting serious.  

"Kind of?" Brooke said, her tone letting you know that, in fact, a lot of people would be paying attention to Tyler's actions and words, and you wondered if you should have talked about this with him, even though he'd been being followed the whole camp.  "I’m sure it will be fine though."

"And it's not like it's live," Danielle added.

"Yeah, it's edited, I'm sure they'll edit it out if he says something dumb," Brooke said, the slight uptick of her lips indicating that Tyler would be the one to not think before he spoke. 

But you weren't exactly so sure how they could blur out that tattoo he had of your son's name across his ribs, the date so clearly connected with that game he'd missed in April, especially with Tyler's propensity to take his shirt off well working out.

Or anytime, really, part of you wishing that it was as inconspicuous as that tattoo he got for you.

But Tyler had never really been the one to shy away from sharing things, even if it was the declaration that it was personal.

So, instead, you focused on the fact that this was Bentley's first time in a hockey arena, getting to see Tyler play for the first time in person in the same place you had.

It was a lot easier than you thought, getting lost in the screams of excitement from around you, and you found yourself picking up Bentley, joining the group of kids who were waiting to see the players emerge from the tunnel. And, because you couldn’t resist when you heard the delighted calls trying to gain Tyler's attention, you tried to sneakily ease yourself in on the end, taking Bentley's hand in yours and extending it as if he was waiting for a fist bump too.  Tyler might have missed it had it been during the season but he wasn't forced to focus, looking up talking to the kids as he passed by in greeting, his grin growing wider when he saw you, eyebrows raise in acknowledgment that he'd get to you, so you stood up a little more, easing out of the way.  

When Tyler got to you though, he didn't reach out his glove towards Bentley's hand like you thought he would, instead of shaking it off and tucking it under his arm, extending his hands out and motioning with his fingers for you to hand the baby over.  

"Give him to you?" You asked like you weren't understanding him properly.  Tyler didn't answer you but nodded emphatically, so you shifted Bentley, holding on tight to his torso as you held him over the railing, Tyler reaching up to support his weight quickly, and then easily shifting Bentley onto his hip, Bentley's eyes going wide with interest, Tyler's large hand splayed easily across his stomach.  You weren’t going to lie and say that you didn’t hold your breath when Tyler stepped onto the ice with your four-month-old, but Tyler was watching him carefully, Bentley's body barely even moving with the movement.  Somehow, Tyler managed to turn around without his feet even moving, giving you a view of him watching Bentley's reaction. 

And then your brain caught up to where you were, that you couldn't stay stuck in this moment forever, fishing your phone out of your pocket to take a picture.  You could see Tyler talking to Bentley but couldn't hear what he was saying, pointing towards you like he thought he could encourage a baby to not only make eye contact but smile for a picture.  You thought you'd got a decent one but Tyler frowned though, motioning back a forth between you and then spinning his hand around, gesturing for you to turn around.  Cluelessly, you looked behind you, seeing Danielle and Brooke there, realizing that Tyler wanted you to get in the picture too, and you swire you could hear Tyler giggling at you, shooting him a look over your shoulder as you inched up near the glass, hearing Tyler's laugh grow even louder as you shook your head.  You focused on smiling for the picture, resisting 6he urge to just watch Tyler and Bentley the whole time, knowing you’d get to enj9tseeing the picture later.  When Danielle put her phone down, you walked back over to meet Tyler to get Bentley, leaning your body over, getting closer to him than you'd probably ever been with him in full ge8ar.

"You got him?" Tyler asked, his voice louder than you were expecting. 

"Yep," you affirmed, your voice confident and yet Tyler kept his hands his hands around Bentley's waist for a moment too, and then dropped him them suddenly with a gasp like he'd just dropped the baby, your heart skipping a beat even though you knew you had him.

"Tyler," you chided, pulling Bentley into your body but not looking at him quite just yet, giving Tyler a stern look.  "Don't do that."

He laughed, his lips turning up in a smirk, and then you could have sworn he puckered them just a bit as though blowing you an apology kiss before sprinting onto the ice in a way that would have had you landing hard on your backside.

You shook your head, addressing Bentley.  "Did you go on the ice?" You asked enthusiastically, using your hand to fix his onesie where it was riding.  "What did you think? Mommy's not so sure how she feels about it."

"I’m surprised Tyler hasn't bought him skates yet," Danielle said, and you smiled, shifting Bentley onto your hip and then sitting back down.

"I told him there's no point buying him skates until he can walk," you said, holding Bentley in your lap, bending over to get him something to hold out of his diaper bag, not wanting him to get restless too soon. "And then I'll deal with it once Bentley can walk."

"He's totally gonna convince you, you know," Danielle laughed.  

"I know," you sighed because Tyler could smile in a way t h at was so damn charming that he was pretty much the only one who could convince you of putting a bra and real clothes back on after you’d gotten home from work to go out for the evening or give up your paid time off to fly down to visit him for only a day or two. 

"It goes both ways though," Danielle said, and you smiled at that main example of that that you had sitting in your lap.  "He looks at you all googly-eyed all the time, and like finally I don’t have to pretend not to see it like I did all last summer." 

"Okay, he was not looking at me like that all last summer," you clarified, because that you would have noticed.  And maybe he did look at you a little more often but he was just being ... caring.

"Little bit," Danielle said, and now you smiled a bit, her sitting down next to you, flipping the ears on Bentley's toy.  You all jumped though, when there was a large bang on the glass in front of you and you didn't even have to look up to now it was Tyler and that ge was trained on your reaction.  

"Why does he always do that?" You said, laughing when you took in Bentley's startled expression.

"Flirting," Danielle said matter-of-factly.

"Well, he can stop," you said, "he already sweet-talked me into moving in with him."

"Well, stop blushing then," Danielle said, and now you felt the heat in your cheeks.  

You were so screwed.  

"I’m not, it's just a bit warm in here," you tried.

"It's an ice rink," Brooke pointed out, and you bit back a laugh, looking out onto the ice, the reason that you were here.

The baby.

"Do you think he's warm enough?" You asked

  You'd actually put pants on him for the first time in months so he was in layers, but you hadn't actually expected him to go out on the ice.

"Tyler?" Brooke asked, and you had to look over at her to know she was joking.  "Yeah, pretty sure the stuff they have them wear is pretty warm."

"No, Bentley," you said, "I don't care if Tyler's warm enough.  Well, I care, but he can deal with it, he's the one who chose to play this ice sport."

That garnered a laugh from both Brooke and Danielle, Bentley looking around curiously as if he didn't understand what was quite so funny, yet wanted to be in on the joke.

"He doesn't feel cold," Danielle said, taking Bentley's hands in hers, feeling them.  You leaned down anyways, pulling his blanket out so you could tuck it around his feet.

"I was gonna put a footsie pajama on him but Tyler said he'd be too warm," You said, "And he's too old to be going out in his jammies now."

Danielle stifled a laugh, which came out as a snort.  "Wait, he thinks he's a baby stylist now?"

"He gets disappointed if he comes home from the gym and I already have Bentley dressed, " You said.  He was actually good at it, too, picking out coordinated outfits and often pairing them with a hat, which he said was to keep the sun out of Bentley's eyes but you suspected was just for looks.  He'd asked you a couple of times for certain things that you didn't have, making you feel confident 5hat Bentley's wardrobe was going to be growing once you moved to your seasonal home. 

"Whatcha looking at?" You asked Bentley, his eyes gazing around in front of you, the sound of skates against ice surrounding you, and you spotted Tyler immediately, watching his arou3nd the front of the net. You took his Bentley's hands in yours, clapping them together like he was cheering. "Can you say 'Go Dada'"?

As soon as you heard the word come out of your mouth you tipped your head back, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

Sure, it wasn't the first time that you'd done that, but you really, really had to stop doing that.  

Especially when there were people around.  Yet, you couldn’t really do it in your head either as that just made it more real, the word could slip out that much easier.

"I can't believe that I did that again," you said because Brooke and Danielle were looking at you, like maybe you'd maybe that transition and you'd hadn't told anyone yet.

"..he's still not?" Danielle said, her voice soft and yet you understood her words.  

You shrugged and shook your head easily because you’d slipped up a couple times already and he hadn't mentioned it, but he'd referred to himself as Uncle in the car.  "It would be so much easier if he just....stopped acting like a dad," you confessed. You laughed because it was so much easier to stick to the uncle’s word when Tyler was looking to Bentley to play with and was ready to look to you the second he started fussing.

"You know he's committed though, right?" Danielle asked, turning to you.

"Yeah, I know," you said because that was one thing you'd never doubted.

"As he asked you to move in with him," she continued.  "That's a huge deal.  Especially for Tyler."

"What is that supposed to mean?" You laughed.  

"You know how he always talks about girls being 'clingy' if they spend the night," she said, "and then you spent practically every night at his house last summer."

"I did not spend every night at his house," you protested, and Danielle gave you a pointed look.  "Okay, but it wasn't like a thing."

"Yeah, exactly," she said, with satisfaction, as if you just proved her point. "He, like, wanted you as his "friend" there.  Now imagine living together on purpose."

"Yeah," you said dreamily because that was what you were really looking forward to, not the casual keeping things at each other's place that could easily be packed up, but having your lives so intertwined that you no longer knew which things were whose.

"Okay, let's just...stop talking about the move," you said because you'd been so focused on packing and planning that you just wanted to escape for an afternoon. "We're supposed to be here to watch the game, and we have no idea what's going on.."

"Yeah, you're so into him," Danielle teased, her smile matching yours. "Never have you been so interested in hockey."

"Well, I got to teach Bentley what's going on," Tyler's not gonna help me explain when he's out there."

You were glad, though,  that you were able to catch bits and pieces of the game between your chatting and keeping Bentley entertained because you caught Tyler's goal, standing Bentley up on your lap.  "Go "Yay!", you said, dancing him around on your lap until he let out a happy giggle, just catching Tyler's glance towards where you were seated.

"The only one you're gonna have to compete with for Tyler's attention is this guy," Danielle said, her fingers tickling Bentley's belly, causing a delighted squeal.  

"And the dogs," you said, "but I am totally okay with that, that’s exactly what I signed up for."

You were also glad that Bentley was handling the big outing like a champ, especially with him being awake for longer periods during the day now.  But you were definitely grateful for the extra hands, Danielle soaking up as much time with Bentley as she could.

"Wow, so this is what being a WAG is like," Brooke said after you’d given your name so you could go and meet Tyler after.

"Okay, this is no different than before," you said, leading the way through the hallways that were so familiar to you, finding Tyler leaning against the wall, his damp hair curling around his face.

"Hey," he said, pushing himself off the wall when he saw you, hand curving around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"But that's different," Danielle said, and you laughed under your breath.  Tyler raised his eyebrows a bit but didn't ask about it.

"Hey, guys," he said instead, reaching out to brush his finger against Bentley's hand.  "Was he okay ?"

 "Yeah, he stayed awake the whole time, he was watching," you said, meaning that he was looking at everything going on around him, not at just what was happening on the ice.  But Tyler didn't need to know that. 

"Yeah, I saw you cheering, " Tyler said in his baby voice, "while mommy was sleeping."

"It was the one time," you defended, which made Tyler laugh, your smile betraying your false annoyance.  "Are you ever gonna let me forget it?"

Tyler shook his head, a smirk played on his face. "Don't even with the pregnancy thing, I know you can stay awake when you really want to."

"You fall asleep too," you insisted.

"No, I don't," he scoffed, and you nodded.  "When?"

"You slept his whole first night on the hospital," you said, nodding towards Bentley.  

Which was a bit much, because it wasn't like it was his responsibility to wake up to check on the baby, but Tyler just tilted his head, a smile spreading across his face.

"Okay, you're right," he admitted, looking through the doorway to the gym where there was a small crew setting up for the shoot.  "I'll probably be like 20 minutes or something if you guys want to go ahead, I can meet you there."

"We can wait," Danielle answered for you, bouncing Bentley, and you nodded your agreement.  

"K, we're ready for you, Segs," a voice said and you followed the voice to see a tall man, just a little surprised that Tyler was talking to a group of people, yet he seemed to recover quickly.

"This is Biz," Tyler introduced, at the same time as he introduced himself as Paul and you looked at Tyler in confusion, even as you introduced yourself.  "Hockey thing," Tyler clarified.

"Oh," you said, redirecting yourself to the handshake and repeating your name once more, which you were certain you heard Tyler snicker about.   You enjoyed watching Tyler more than you thought you would actually, listening to him talk about his training routine and summer schedule while Danielle walked down the hall with Bentley, a quick glance making you think she searching for your grad class photos to point out to Bentley, even though so many more photos of Tyler alone or with his hockey team existed amongst those walls.  

"So, usually come out here early and train and then get on the ice for a bit, then I drive back to the lake, unwind, do stuff around the house, cook dinner.."

"By yourself?" Paul/Biz asked now, and Tyler's lips ticked up into a mischievous smirk.

"Maybe."

"So are you extending the invite then?"

"I mean, just with the guys I train with," Tyler said, Biz's eyebrows raising.

"Well, I don't think I got the invite."

"Currently still train with," Tyler clarified. 

"Hey, I think I could still jump in here."

Tyler's eyes trained up and down his body as if in evaluation.  "Yeah, you look pretty ripped."

"Oh, not like you," Biz scoffed, gesturing towards Tyler, wheels seeming to turn in his head.  "Any girlfriend?"

You watched Tyler's eyes dart towards your direction and then bounce back as they'd never been there, his lips turning up in a boyish grin, arms crossing over his chest. "Yeah."

You watched as Biz's eyes bulged out of his head in shock, examining Tyler like he wasn't sure if he was telling the truth.  

"No shit," he said, pushing Tyler in the arm, and then somewhat glancing where you were standing with Brooke.  "Is she here?"

Tyler shook his head, running his hand over his chin.  "No," he said, settling his hand on his jaw before he smiled mischievously.  "Is that all about her then, like..?"

"I mean, unless you have something else to say about her then," Biz said, speaking with his hands.

"I mean, she's awesome," Tyler said, "I like her."

And you brushed the confusion of that you felt off until Tyler siled back up next to you, afterward, his voice low like it was just meant for you.  "Hey, I just said you weren't here cause," he nodded towards Bentley, "I just don't want anything to slip by accident."

"Okay," you said easily, thankful your mind didn't go there, but equally appreciative that he'd thought to explain it to you, your eye wandering over the walls behind him.  "It’s weird being back here, eh?"

"Eh?" Tyler teased, "I mean, I've been here pretty much every day this summer but.."

"You know what I mean," you clarified.

Tyler ran his hand over his chin, taking his time in response.  "I don't know, I kind of like where I am now."

You raised your eyebrows, giving him a look to show he was right, and he returned your gaze, looking briefly over his shoulder, and you got the impression he was ready to leave. 

"We're good," Biz said, making his way back over, your head turning as you thought you heard Bentley starting to make fussing noises. "So this the girl then?"  He asked, nodding towards you, and you shot Tyler a look as Biz waited for his response, because Tyler really wasn't as subtle as he thought he was.

"Well.. yeah," he admitted, letting out a breath of laughter like he’d been caught with a secret he'd just been waiting to reveal.

And now Biz was reintroducing himself to you again, and you had a brief glimpse into what it felt like to be Tyler Seguin's girlfriend rather than just you.

"How'd you guys meet?" He asked, and you found yourself deferring to Tyler, like you weren't sure how much he wanted to share.

"We went to school together actually," Tyler said, "high school.  She was smart enough to go to University."

"Really?" Biz asked like he'd expected Tyler to say you met at a party or through Instagram, not that you'd met when Facebook was just becoming a thing.

"Yeah, her picture's up around here somewhere."

"You got any good stories?" Biz asked, turning his attention back to you.

"No, she does not," Tyler answered for you, his arm coming around you, pressing a kiss to your temple,  and you felt yourself relax with his presence.  You turned only when you heard Bentley cry, Tyler allowing you to pull away.  You instinctively reached out to take Bentley from Danielle,  bouncing him as you turned back, trying to settle Bentley's head against your chest, knowing that he must be getting tired.

"Kid too?" Biz asked, and you failed to notice it was a joke,   freezing when you realized that Tyler's hand was settled on your waist, both of you leaning in towards the baby like attentive parents.

Tyler's hand shifted on you as he turned, his hand moving across his face as he spoke.  "It's...kind of a long story.," he said, and Biz looked at you both apologetically, realizing he hadn’t thought through his words before he spoke. But it was okay. "I'll have to tell you about it sometime."  

You were glad that that quelled everything, half-listening to the small talk about the start of the season, putting Bentley into his carrier, not wanting to miss the window for getting him to sleep.  Brooke and Danielle went ahead to get you a table at the restaurant while you and Tyler took your time saying goodbye a little more slowly, moving your body to soothe Bentley, and getting a few comments about how cute he was.

"You okay with him?" Tyler asked once you were making your way out of the arena like he hadn't just been playing hockey.

"Yeah, I don't want to move him and wake him up," you said, keeping on hand on Bentley's back, but using the other to reach for Tyler's hand, Tyler's lips turning up into a soft smile as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

"No, we don't want that," Tyler agreed.

"I barely even held him in there, either," you said with a smile,  loving that everybody loved him as much as you did.

"Oh, look whose Mr. Popular," Tyler teased.

You heard the excited little gasps which meant you turned to see a group of kid's yelling "Tyler Seguin!" like Tyler needed to hear his full name in either to respond.

"Looks like you're Mr. Popular," you said with a smile, and Tyler gave you a slightly sheepish look, you letting him slide away, and he instantly turned his attention to the kids, just as excited to see them as they were to see him.

You leaned down, pressing your lips to Bentley's head, your hand rubbing up and down his back as you listened to Tyler talk excitedly with the kids about what position they played, and what made them love hockey in between pictures and autographs.

"Sorry'" Tyler said when he appeared back at your side, easing into you like he had something to apologize for, and you weren't just spending the entire time loving him.   And you shook your head, smiling, and leaning in to kiss him, Bentley nestled between you.

Because him you’d wait forever for.

#wont go slowly #tyler seguin #tyler seguin imagine #hockey imagine #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #nhl imagine

[antiquecompass]

Ficlet: Sanctuary

The Nie Residence in Boston would always be his childhood home. The farmhouse was his current home, full of family and noise and all the good chaos Nies brought. The cabin? The cabin was their sanctuary. A little space just for himself and his beloved Little Sparkle. Nie Huaisang had never been more grateful to pull into the cabin’s tiny driveway as he was that night.

Wedding season was and remained absolute hell.

And Huaisang loved and adored his brothers and his new nephew, but a kid also meant a whole other level of noise and chaos in their lives, and right now all Huaisang wanted was some food, a strong drink, a nice, slow fuck, and a night full of cuddling. And then to repeat most of that tomorrow and the day after.

And that’s where Xuanyu’s little photo scavenger hunt throughout today had (hopefully) led him. The photos had started just after Huaisang left to oversee the wedding between a locally famous hockey player and his soccer player wife. As star-studded weddings went, it was actually pretty low-key--as low-key as a combination of drunk professional athletes could get, but it was still exhausting and Xuanyu’s little texts throughout the day had been his savior.

And now he was at their cabin and Xuanyu was just beyond the front door.

Huaisang stopped wasting time. He pulled the keys out of the ignition, snatched up his personal phone, left his work phone on the seat, and grabbed his bag out of the back.

The lights were set to low inside, no sign of life from the living room or the kitchen or down the hall to their bedroom, but Huaisang could hear Xuanyu singing, his beautiful voice leading Huaisang from the front of the cabin out to their backyard.

“How could he know we two were so in love The whole darn world seemed upside down The streets uptown were paved with stars It was such a romantic affair And as we kissed and said goodnight A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square”

Huaisang lingered on the path leading into the garden, an overgrown grove of wild flowers now in full bloom, the scent of peonies strong even in the night air. Xuanyu was under the small canopy they’d set up there, stretched up on his tip toes, his shirt riding up to show the small of his back and the bold lines of the large tattoo of entwined peonies and camellias that covered his lower back and went over both of his hips. He sang as he switched on the sets of solar lights stretched under the canopy, moving on from A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square to Stormy Weather.

“Were you watching that Jazz documentary again?” Huaisang asked as soon as Xuanyu was done.

Xuanyu turned to him with a wide, welcoming smile.

“You have your nature documentaries, I have Ken Burns,” he said. He crooked his finger at Huaisang. “Will you walk into my parlor,” he teased.

“I was warned against men like you,” Huaisang responded in kind. “Flatter me with words and praise and get me to rest upon your pretty bed, never to be seen again.”

“Oh, no, you’ve unveiled my cunning plan,” Xuanyu said. “I suppose I’ll just have to woo you through flower language and thoughtful gifts instead.”

“I’ve heard that’s a wildly successful plan. It worked for me in the end,” Huaisang said as he wrapped his arms around Xuanyu’s waist, pulling him close.

“All you ever had to do was ask,” Xuanyu said.

“You deserved more,” Huaisang said.

And he had. And he still did. He would give Xuanyu any and everything he wanted, but Xuanyu never liked to ask for much of anything, especially not extravagant things, and so Huaisang just had to do his level best to guess. It was really Xuanyu’s own fault that he got his own personal skating rink and this cabin and an entire professional level work-shop. He knew Huaisang didn’t half-ass anything.

“So do you,” Xuanyu said as he cupped Huaisang’s cheek and tilted his chin up for a sweet, welcoming kiss. They parted with a smile. “Dinner first, though.”

Xuanyu had laid at a picnic under the canopy, soft blankets and cushions around their feet, a smaller sanctuary inside their sanctuary. It made Huaisang smile as he sat down and curled into Xuanyu’s side. So many of their meals together over the years were just like this: little picnics indoors or outdoors, on roof tops, on the tiny floor of Xuanyu’s little apartment in Boston, near the firepit at the farmhouse, on the massive back porch of the Nie Residence, in the flatbed of Xuanyu’s old pick-up truck, during all seasons, whenever they had the time and space to be alone just like this. Huaisang loved them; they were his favorite type of meal to share with Xuanyu.

Xuanyu lightly slapped his hand away when he tried to reach for the food.

“Rest,” he said, pulling Huasiang back against his chest. “I’ve got this.”

And so Huaisang did. He let Xuanyu feed him bit by bit as Huaisang played with the chain of his anklet and traced the swirling blue, green, and purple lines of the peacock that wrapped around his ankle. He let himself lean and let himself relax because here, in Xuanyu’s arms, he was content and safe enough to do both.

“You’ve always been art,” Huaisang said as he wrapped his fingers around Xuanyu’s own and watch the shine of his holographic nail polish catch in the light. “Even the first time we met, even subdued, you were still this riot of colors in a sea of drab.”

“Some people would call that attention-seeking,” Xuanyu said.

“Some people are fucking idiots,” Huaisang said. “You’re you.”

Xuanyu squeezed his fingers before using his other hand to pop another chunk of fresh watermelon into Huaisang’s mouth.

“Thank you for loving me as I am,” he said.

Thank you for not forcing me to change. He knew that had always been one of Xuanyu’s deepest fears, that after fighting to be himself for so long, he’d have to go back to standard uniform conformity.

“Thank you for letting me,” Huaisang said.

And he was thankful. They wouldn’t be here, together, where they were right now if Xuanyu hadn’t agreed to it. Huaisang had been so careful when he was courting him, to not pressure him, to know it was his place as the older, more experienced of the two that he had to let Xuanyu make his own choices, for the right reasons. And because Xuanyu had always hated the attention that came with being the first acknowledged Jin Bastard, had found some anonymity once he’d left Lan Academy and most of the Mos and Jins behind. Being with Huaisang would mean interacting with those social circles again: often, at length, and far more than he’d done as a child. It was a hell of a risk, and a hell of a price to be paid, and Huaisang had almost expected it all to end in his heart broken into tiny little pieces.

“All you ever had to do was ask,” Xuanyu repeated as he started humming The Jets Crush On You.

#sangyu #fandom: the untamed #my ridic writing #verse: lahl #fic: i will become what i deserve

[pittbull-enthusiast]

Sunburn (Modern! Hockey! AU) - Albert Dasilva x Reader

Part 1

Oh my gaWD!!! I read this post and I totally got inspired by it, so I just had to write it out! As a self-proclaimed hockey freak and lover of Albert Dasilva, I just couldn’t resist ;)

https://graylier.tumblr.com/post/178226887046/so-i-read-something-about-hockey-player-albert-and

Warnings: Some language and like, one innuendo?

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Albert’s skates flew effortlessly on the ice beneath him, quickly changing directions when the small rubber puck would skid away. He breathed in the cold, damp smell of sweat and blood, relishing in the sound of hockey sticks colliding with the ice, grunts and yells of his fellow teammates, and the swift sound of his skates on the rink. Adrenaline pulsed through his body as he skated through the players, slamming one in the glass before skating off again. This was Heaven for him.

He came to an abrupt stop as his coach called the practice game to an end. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head a bit, his red locks getting even more messed up than before, when he was joined by two of his fellow teammates.

“Nice work out there today, Dasilva,” said Jack with a grin. “You’s definitely one of my strongest players out there.” Jack Kelly was the team captain for Albert’s high school hockey team, and he had the most experience out of anyone on the there. A compliment from him was a big deal.

“Thanks, Kelly.” Albert replied with a confident smile. Race skated up too and nodded, affectionately ruffling Albert’s hair.

“Damn right he’s one of the best,” Race exclaimed. “You seen him play against Queens last week? He had em’ shakin’ in their skates!”

“Yeah, just like you had me shakin’ the other ni-”

“Dammit Romeo, why’d you have ta come in and make it weird-”

“It’s not like you’re any better-!”

The boys continued to banter as they made their way to the locker room with a chuckling Albert and Jack behind them.

-

When they were done changing, Albert hoisted his hockey bag on his shoulder and walked out with Race, only half-paying attention to the story he was telling about some outdoor hockey scuffle he had gotten into.

“This guy was a real bruiser too, you knows how them Brooklyn boys are. He had been messin’ with Jo Jo the entire game, so I shoved him right into the bench! Man, you should’a been there! The look on his face was- hey, are you paying attention?”

The answer was no. Albert was not paying attention. Not to Racetrack, anyway. His eyes were glued on a (H/C) haired girl walking happily with Katherine holding what seemed to be posters to hang up around the stands. She was smiling widely at something Katherine was saying, and Albert nearly lost his breath when she flipped her hair to the other side of her head. Race’s eyes slowly followed to where Albert’s were trained, and then a slow smirk spread across his face.

“I see you’re admiring (Y/N) again, Al.” He said cheekily. Albert flushed pink and ran a hand through his hair, clearly embarrassed by the comment.

“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout Racer, she’s just my friend. Nothin’ else.” Race raised an eyebrow and glanced back at the pretty girl who was now hanging a banner on the entry of the rink.

“No ‘friend’ makes Albert Dasilva as flustered as ya are now, Al.” He chided in a sing-song voice. Albert rolled his eyes and pushed Race’s head while Race cackled and tried to swat his hand away.

“If that’s right,” Race started, “Then you wouldn’t mind if I just called her over-”

“Wait-”

“HEY (Y/N)!” Albert groaned and whipped his head around to where she was standing, his heart skipping a beat when she looked over and beamed, briefly making eye contact with Albert and... did her cheeks turn a little pink? No, Albert decided. She was farther away than he was, it must’ve been a trick of the light.

“Hey, fellas!” She called happily, carefully stepping down from her stool and walking over. “How was practice today?”

“Oh, you know, it was a total breeze.” Race said with a grin. “Right, Albert?” Race nudged Albert’s side and he nodded, trying to pull himself together enough to attempt a verbal response.

“Ahem- yeah, totally. Complete lightwork.” He coughed out, managing a smile. She must’ve thought he was a total moron. They’ve known each other since freshman year, hung out multiple times with friends, goofed off together in class, and yet here Albert was; a complete, blubbering idiot.

(Y/N) quirked her eyebrow suspiciously. “If it was so easy,” She countered, looking specifically at Albert, “Then why’re ya cheeks so red? Looks like a hard day of practice for you boys to me.”

“Nah, that’s just Albert.” Race said with a wink. Albert shot him a look and turned to (Y/N), who had an amused look on her face.

“I, uh… erm.. sunburned.” Albert stuttered, trying to ignore Race’s look of utter disgust at his pitiful excuse out of the corner of his eye.

“I keep tellin’ ya, Al.” Race taunted. “You gotta put that SPF shit on every day, you sweet little ginger snap, you.”

“Why don’t you’s go wait in the car?” Albert said with a pointed look at Race, and (Y/N) giggled. She loved how Albert and Race bantered with each other. It was rather cute how Albert would keep Race in check, considering it was always the opposite when they were on the ice.

“Fine. Fine. I can tell when I’m not wanted. I’m just sayin’, body’s a temple.” Race said dramatically while walking away towards the car. Though, not before giving Albert a wink and making a heart with his hands behind (Y/N)’s back as he walked away. That little-

“You guys are absolutely ridiculous.” (Y/N) interrupted Albert’s thoughts, and he realized he probably was scowling in Race’s direction. Quickly fixing his face, he scratched the back of his head and unconsciously stepped closer to her.

“Yeah, so I’ve been told.” He grinned. (Y/N) tilted her head up a bit to meet Albert’s eyes, and he couldn’t help but get lost in them. God, everything about her was so beautiful, and her hair. The smell itself was intoxicating. He realized that they had been staring for a little too long and glanced down, cheeks pink again. How the hell could she make him like this?

“So, you’re gonna be playing in the game next Friday, right?” She asked hopefully. She was blissfully aware of how flustered she was making Albert at the moment - not that it was hard - and how cute it was to see him like that. She nearly died right there and then when he bit his lip and looked back at her again, nodding his head.

“Yeah, I’ll be out there almost all night.” He said. “Will, uh, will you be there?”

“Yup, I sure will. I gotta go to the games anyways for ASB, but I um,” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Damn her nerves. “I’d go watch you play anyways, even if I wasn’t getting graded on it.”

Albert’s eyes widened and his heart quickened. She didn’t say ‘them,’ as in the team. She said ‘you,’ as in him, Albert Dasilva. Oh god. He had to say something, anything to make her realize how much he loved that. Should he say something flirty back? Confess? Ask her out on a date? Propose?

“Oh.”

Albert mentally facepalmed. What the hell was that? Nice goin’ genius, now she probably thinks he’s even more of an idiot than originally thought. As his cheeks flushed an even deeper red, (Y/N) smirked and stepped closer, raising a hand to his cheek.

“Damn, Dasilva,” She said, gently rubbing her thumb across his cheek. “Your sunburn is gettin’ worse by the second.”

Albert’s heart was pounding against his chest as he maintained eye contact with (Y/N). Her palms were soft against his cheek, and the gentle but mischievous smile playing on her lips didn’t just make his heart flutter, but also made him think that maybe he did have a chance (she was holding his face, after all). Maybe this was a chance to redeem himself from that horrendous sunburn excuse, or the dimwit response he gave when she complimented him. If he could just gather the courage to grab her hand, lean forward a bit more-

“Hey, (Y/N)! I could really use your help over here!” Katherine’s strained voice cut in on tension between the two. Albert looked over (Y/N)’s shoulder as (Y/N) took her hand off his face and turned around. Katherine was about to fall off the ladder she was standing on in an attempt to pin the banner up. Before he could offer to help her out, (Y/N)’s eyes widened and she looked back at Albert.

“Shit- I gotta go help her with that, I’ll see you tomorrow, Albert!” (Y/N) said and quickly sprinted away. Albert watched her run off and stood there, looking stunned and mildly disappointed before snapping out of it and walking outside to his car, where Race happened to be waiting (im)patiently. He threw his bag in the trunk and slammed it shut, then plopped himself in the driver’s seat and put his head on the wheel.

“Went that well, huh?” Race said with a raised eyebrow. Leaning closer, he said, “Hey, at least your sunburn’s lookin’ a lot better. What, you got some aloe in your pocket or somethin’?” Albert groaned miserably and Race rolled his eyes. “Do I wanna know what happened?” He asked.

“Depends on how well you can handle what an idiot I am.” Albert replied, head still on the steering wheel of his car.

“Try me.”

Albert explained to Race what happened and wasn’t surprised when Race yelled, “‘Oh’? That’s all you had to say to that? ‘Oh’? Are you outta’ your mind?’

“I wasn’t thinkin’ properly, Race! It’s not my fault, I completely lose my wit around her. My confidence completely goes down the drain; she probably is wonderin’ why everyone says I’m so cocky all the time.”

Race sighed. “Just stop beatin’ ‘round the bush and ask her out already. This is painful.”

Albert rolled his eyes and started the car. “She probably doesn’t even like me like that anyways, Race. She’s probably just bein’ nice.”

“Oh, so we’re back at you denying this entire situation again?” Race said exasperatedly.

“What situation?”

“Shut up.”

#newsies #newsies imagine #albert dasilva #albert dasilva x reader #albert dasilva imagine #modern!AU #hockey!AU #hockey

[hyumjim]

ok I am home and im really excited for x1′s debut. but im gonna have to wait for that obviously so im gonna do my up10tion discography review now. and I'll do victon too if I have time lol. I'm watching their mvs basically in whatever order youtube wants me to.

blue rose (2018): I didn’t love this at first sight, I just kept thinking about how wooseok is sexy. and, I don’t really understand the concept for this video lol. but, the choreo for this song looks really tight, I will have to watch some performance videos to appreciate their dancing. and the instrumentation actually sounds cool especially at the end, like after the last chorus. I wish they had turned up those guitars a little more and had less of that like, thrumming EDM sound. ah, also jinhyuk is a really talented rapper, I think his verses will always be the highlight of these songs for me.

white night (2016): it opens on wooseok in a sexy hockey player outfit, u know I am into a sexy hockey concept. also Wooseok’s eyeliner and black hair make him look so much younger, he gives me baby bts vibes, it’s adorable. this song is okay I guess, I REALLY DONT KNOW BECAUSE I GOT SO DISTRACTED AS SOON AS SOMI SHOWED UP. SOMI??? SOMI???? Jeon Somi????? wow they got Somi to be in this video. I love Somi, she’s so cute. OMG THERES SEXY HOMOEROTIC BLEEDING AND HOLDING EACH OTHER AT THE END. im not sure what all of these scenes of them sexily playing hockey have to do with Somi but im here for it. also one of the non-jinhyuk non-wooseok members kind of resembles jungkook--  I think his name is Kogyeol? the one with Somi at the end? I dont know. ummm im VERY OVERSTIMULATED BY THIS VIDEO and I have no idea if I liked the song or not. wow. what a video though. it told a STORY!!! SOMI WAS IN IT. WOW!

so, dangerous (2015): this is their debut song right? the stupid punctuation drives me crazy first of all lol. the intro to this video gives me debut BTS in almost every way-- from the black and white filter to the school uniform type outfits to the siren noises-- it’s a good thing they didn’t keep that up for the whole video or they would have fielded a lot of plagiarism accusations... yamma ni ggumeun mwoni (MWONI)... but I think I actually would have preferred it to the sound of this track which is pretty generic techno pop. what else can I say, other than wooseok is beautiful

catch me! (2015): FINALLY a song that actually slaps!!! this goes the hardest out of all these songs so far it’s just a cute little bop and we appreciate it. wooseok is saddled with an unfortunate firetruck red bowl cut here but his beauty still cannot be contained. a couple of other guys are showing visuals here though. Kuhn and.... Kogyeol again. jinhyuk appears to be about 5 years old in this video. anyway this is the first song I genuinely like at first listen, what's next

attention (2016): OMG this is a really good song. I genuinely enjoyed listening to this in its entirety and will put it on my playlist. that being said, the lyrics are fucking psychotic and I think I would have enjoyed it more if I had subs off lol. but anyway, im going to say what we are all thinking: GAY CHOREO GAY CHOREO GAY CHOREO GAY CHOREO. seriously even if you don’t know who up10tion are, just look up this music video and go to about 0:40, you will thank me.

tonight (2016): aren’t you guys like.... a little old for this concept? lol. wooseok is so cute that I don’t care though... it’s all worth it for u my king

candyland (2018): they look so good and they all seem much more confident onscreen compared to their old videos, and I love that for them! the only thing is, there’s almost no candy in this video about candy land. I mean I get it, the song is about sex, and I guess they didn’t want to be ambiguous about it, but I just was expecting to see some candy LOL (aside from candy wooseok!!! my delicious Swedish fish)

runner (2017): I really couldn't pay attention to this because wooseok wasn’t in it. I'm sorry, I'll try to be better. this is an okay song I think

going crazy (2017): they all look really good in this video especially in the black and white segments. I wish they would do more “story” type concepts for videos though, I don’t understand any of the symbolism LMAO. also wish I could like this song, it is pretty dull.

lmao I spent way too much time on this so even though they have other videos (for their Japan releases etc) I'll end it here. overall quite a few of these songs were very nice and NONE OF THEM WERE TERRIBLE

#up10tion

[hjdrfj]

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Whats Money Line Mean

Money definition is - something generally accepted as a medium of exchange, a measure of value, or a means of payment: such as. How to use money in a sentence. The money line is actually the most straightforward bet you can have on any sport. Whilst the spread bet is on a team to win and by how many, the money line is a bet on simply a team to win. Money Line – How it Works Here is a typical money line for a game in the NFL.

Definition: Profit, also called net income, is the amount of earnings that exceed expenses for the period. In other words, it’s the amount of income left over after all the necessary and matched expenses are subtracted for the period. Notice I didn’t say all the expenses that were paid during the period.

What Does Profit Mean?

What is the definition of profits? According to the matching principle all of the expenses that were incurred to produce the income must be recognized in the period in which the revenue is earned. Thus, some expenses that aren’t actually paid during the period are still subtracted from income to arrive at the net income for the period.

Accrued expenses are the most common example the matching principle. Take payroll for instance. The last payroll of the year is often paid in the first week of the following year. Since the business incurred the costs of its employees’ labor, it must recognize this cost in the current period even though the payroll checks won’t be made out until the next accounting period. These payroll expenses must be subtracted from the revenues of the company to calculate the net profit.

The basic profit formula is calculated by subtracting all expenses incurred during a period from the total revenues earned in that same accounting period. Profits are reported on the bottom of the income statement and are traditionally viewed as the amount of money left over after all expenses have been paid. This is why many people call net income the “bottom line” of the company.

What Is Money Line Meaning

If total revenues don’t exceed total expenses for a period, the company does not report negative profits. There is no such thing as negative profits. Instead, the company would show a net loss on the bottom line of its income statement indicating that revenues were insufficient to cover expenses for the period.

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Define Profits: Profit means a business’ excess revenues left over after all expenses have been paid for the period.

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We are about to explain what a moneyline bet is, how it is used and whether it is a good betting system. Basically, this is a wager that you place on which player or team will win a given sports event. This is one of the best options for baseball and hockey. It is considered a secondary alternative to point spread. The term originated in the US and is used in some native sports.

However, a money line bet is also used in other sports outside of the United States, where it is called a win bet. The name is different but the principle is all the same. In this post, we will give you more details about this system and have betting lines explained completely. We will also offer several tips. You will see that it is not complicated at all. Let’s get it started.

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The Difference between Moneylines and Point Spread

In most cases, you want to use a money line bet on a sports game or match where only two outcomes are possible, such as a basketball game, where you will have to choose which one of the two teams will win the game. When it comes to a point spread, you are interested in which team wins and by how much. Let us give you a more detailed example to illustrate that.

Imagine that you want to bet on an upcoming basketball match and your preferred bookmaker has set a point spread as follows: -5.5 for team A and +5.5 on team B. This means that team A has better chances of winning, according to bookmakers. The numbers here mean that once the game is over, the sportsbook will deduct 5.5 points from the team’s total points. Hence, if you place a wager on them, you will win if they have at least six points more than their opponent.

In this situation, team A is the favourite, and team B is the underdog, i.e. the one that is expected to lose the game. For this point spread bet to be valid, once the game is over, the sportsbook will add 5.5 points to the team’s total. For your bet to be successful, they will have to lose or win by less than six points.

The main idea of the sportsbook is to make a betting proposition of 50/50 where the likelihood of team A winning by six points is just the same as the likelihood of team B losing by less than six points. In comparison, when it comes to a money line bet, you only choose who will win according to you. The purpose of the point spread is to create interest in bettors on both teams. The numbers have to be so appealing that both the favourite and the underdogs are backed. It goes without saying that the odds need to reflect the point spread. In this case, they could be -110 vs. +110 in moneyline odds, which is 1.91 on team A and 2.10 on team B in decimal odds.

If you find other odds for the same game, but there is no point spread, they will probably reflect the same proposition that team A is more likely to win against team B. They could be expressed like that: 1.42 on team A to win and 3.10 on team B to win. But, if you take a close look at them, you will see that this is not a 50/50 proposition. In this case, you only need the team you back to emerge a winner. It does not matter how many points they will score over their opponents. They just have to win the game. And that is the difference between a point spread and a moneyline wager.

One thing you need to remember is that the favourites always get lower odds than the underdogs (e.g. 1.42 vs. 3.10) because the former are more likely to win than the latter.

So, what is the money line used for? The right question would be: when is it used? And the answer is, a moneyline wager is used when a point spread opportunity cannot be created. There are games like soccer, hockey and baseball where the victory margins are so minute that a point spread becomes irrelevant.

How are Moneyline Payouts Calculated?

For the purposes of having lines explained, we are going to use the moneyline odds format, but we are going to write the decimal odds equivalent in brackets, so it is easy to see what we are talking about. You can solve the given equations easily with your mobile or a regular calculator.

The simplest way to calculate the payouts of a moneyline wager is to divide the moneyline odds by 100. The purpose is to get a decimal. For instance, if the favourite in a game is given odds of -240 (expressed in the decimal odds format, that would be 1.42) and you want to bet on that outcome, you should divide 240 by 100 (do not mind the negative). You get 2.40. Next, you should divide the amount you want to stake by the number you just got. Let’s assume you want to stake £200. Your calculations would be as follows: 200 / 2.40 = £83.33. This would be your potential payout given the odds and your stake.

Now, for the sake of understanding betting lines, we ought to give you the formula for the negative American odds. Here it is:

Stake / (Odds / 100) = Your Potential Profit

If you want to place a money line wager on the underdog, there is a slight change in the formula. Again, you should divide the odds by 100 (ignoring the positive). After that, though, you should multiply rather than divide the amount of money you want to stake. You will get:

(Odds / 100) x Stake = Your Potential Profit

Assuming the odds on the underdog are +210 (expressed in the decimal odds format, that would be 3.10), and you want to stake £150, you get the following calculations:

(210 / 100) x £150 = 2.10 x £150 = £315

It makes sense to generate more profits from the underdogs winning since they have smaller chances of being successful. If you keep on wondering, “What does money line mean?” continue reading this post because we have some more valuable information to share with you.

Implied Probability and Moneylines

We are getting gambling lines explained in this post, and there are a few more things to say in order to make our explanation more accurate and comprehensive. So, what we want to talk about next is probability. Each and every moneyline bet has an implied probability. You should make sure you understand that before you place such bets in the future, especially if you want to generate some profits from them. The term is used to describe how often your bet should be successful to break even. Here is how to calculate that:

Implied Probability of Moneyline Bet = Risk / Return

The original amount of money you stake on a bet is assumed to be the risk, whereas the original amount you stake plus the prospective profits are considered to be the return.

Using the same odds as the examples above, we get -240 (1.42) on the team we want to bet. This means that we need to stake £240 to win back £100. In this case, it equals a total of £340 if we win. So the risk is £240, and the return is £340.

£240 / £340 = 0.7059 (Implied Probability)

Please note that implied probability is always depicted as a number between 0 and 1. We already explained that in the previous sections of our betting guide. Please refer back to them for more details. And as we have said it before, in most cases, implied probability manifests itself as a percentage. The result we got, 0.7059, equals 70.59% (you convert it into a percentage by multiplying the number you get by 100). The suggested percentage demonstrates that the team you want to bet on has a 70.59% chance of winning.

If you think that the team has even bigger chances of winning than what the odds’ implied probability suggests, which is referred to as expected value, then you should bet on the said team. If your estimations are accurate, you will make a profit from your moneyline bet.

Now, if you plan to bet on the underdogs who happen to have odds of +210 (3.10), these odds designate that in order to win £210, you need to risk £100. If you won, you would get a total of £310 (£210 return plus the initial stake). Hence, the calculations would look like this:

£100 / £310 = 0.3226

Converted into a percentage, this would be an implied probability of 32.26% of your moneyline bet. Now, despite the small percentage, it will be a good idea to back that team if you think that they have greater chances of winning than 32.36%.

Continue reading this article. We believe that at the end of the page you will be able to give a confident answer to the question: “What does money line mean?” It just takes a few more things to say, so you get the whole concept right.

Shopping Moneyline Bet and Removing Vig

Like we said above, we are here to assist you in understanding lines and so we have to explain a few more things. Taking into account the above calculations, we obtained a 32.36% implied probability for the underdog to win and a 70.59% implied probability for the favourite to win. When we add these two numbers together, we get 102.95%. Do you see that extra 2.95%? This is called vig and, technically, it represents the advantage of the sportsbook. That is, every time you place a wager, you are charged a small commission.

The fair odds can be calculated by removing the vig. For the purpose, you ought to add the two implied probabilities like we did above and divide their total by every probability individually. Here are the calculations:

70.59% + 32.36% = 102.95%

32.36% / 102.95 % = 31.43 %

70.59% / 102.95% = 68.57%

This is the no-vig implied probability for each moneyline bet we discussed above. Note that if you add those two numbers together, you will get precisely 100%, which is the actual result without the bookmaker’s advantage.

Using an odds converter on the Internet, you can easily see what the fair odds are. You just need to enter the two solutions into the field about probability. We have done the job for you. If you have a 31.43% implied probability, then the fair odds would be +218.17 (or 3.18). Typing 68.57% into the field returns odds of -218.15 (or 1.45).

We are trying to have lines explained in a straightforward way. We think that the above formula is quite easy to understand and use. However, many people erroneously think that they can get the fair odds using the 30 cents difference between the odds presented above. They believe that they need to add 15 cents to the team that is expected to lose (and which happens to have odds of +210), and deduct 15 cents from the team that is expected to win the game (-240). The end result here would be +225 (3.25) and -225 (1.44). However, this is not correct.

It is best to stick to the formula we gave you. If someone asks you “What is moneyline?” make sure to show them this post, especially if they don’t know how to properly remove the vig.

Needless to say, when you shop for lines, i.e. compare odds and lines at various sportsbooks, it is impossible to find the best opportunities without understanding how to calculate the vig and the fair odds properly, as this is the only way to determine whether there is a positive expected value or not. This will help you figure out whether a proposed moneyline bet is worth placing.

For instance, let’s say you find odds of +450 for the team that is expected to lose and -550 for the team that is expected to win on the Internet. But then you also find that another bookmaker offers odds of -490 for the favourite, and you decide to go for it because the odds seem very appealing. But when we do the calculations, it turns out that after removing the vig from the odds we get fair odds of +466 and -466. Basically, this means that there is no value in the odds of -490.

Understanding gambling lines is paramount to making a profit from this kind of bets. Armed with this knowledge, you have a great advantage over a host of bettors who do not know what they are doing and are not aware how a moneyline bet works.

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Strategy for Moneyline Bonus

The last step of having lines explained is to tell you how to make the most out of bonuses. There are two main types of bonuses as far as sports betting is concerned: free plays or cash. You can use a strategy for the first option. Why do you need one? Imagine you make a £100 bet on +100 odds (2.00). Your total return will be £200 (£100 winnings and your £100 stake). However, if you bet £100 free play on the same odds, what is the moneyline bet total that you get?

The truth is, you only get £100 in return. In other words, the free play gets used up no matter if you win or lose. Since, our goal is to make understanding punting lines easier and faster, let us suggest a solution to this problem.

The best way to avoid using up the free play is to make a moneyline bet at multiple sites. This probably sounds familiar to you. It is called hedging.

For example, you can place a £100 free play bet on the underdog with odds of +210. Then you can visit another bookmaker(here you will find list of bookmakers suitable for moneyline bet) and place a £150 cash wager on the favourites with odds of -240. If the underdogs win, the £150 cash you wagered on the other site will be lost forever, but you will have a return of £210. This means that you get a £60 profit. Now, if the favourites win, you will only lose the free play credit of £150, and you will generate a £62.51 profit.

As you can see, understanding gambling lines take time. In this section, we went above and beyond to explain how a moneyline bet works. We hope the information is clear to you. We also answered some burning questions that new sports bettors often ask themselves, such as: “What does moneyline mean?” and “What is vig?” We believe this article will be useful to you in the future. Do not hesitate to read it through over and over and practice the formula we gave to you. This is the only way to get better at it.

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