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ladylooch · 24 days

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Strictly Pleasure - [Timo Meier]

A/N: So color me stunned when I went to the roster of Team Switzerland in 2019 and did not in fact see Timo on it……. Because the Sharks were in the playoffs…. LMAO But you know my entire AU timeline is built on 2019 so we go with it. As promised, the full fic for our unanimous poll winners 🥹

As a warning, I literally was clawing my fingernails into the bench seat editing this morning. Holy fuck. Apparently I was feeling extra smutty this weekend.....

Word Count: 4.3k

The coolness of my white wine glass chills my palm while I bring the liquid to my lips. I take a sip, lips curling up in appreciation of both the wine and the stunning sunset before my eyes. I sit on the patio of a cafe in Bratislava, Slovakia awaiting the arrival of my little brother. I am the only member of my family who has been able to make it over to Slovakia in time to see him compete for our country at the IIHF World Championships. His previous international experience has been at the U18 level, but this year he is competing in the big leagues. We are so proud of him and I feel honored to have the flexibility to see him live his dream this week.

Crowds from various countries line the streets of the capital city, surrounding Ondrej Nepela Arena. Various teams are represented- the three crowns of Sweden, the lion of Finland and one man with the red and white of my home country. I smile at the familiar crest on his chest. He wanders down the sidewalk with sunglasses on, hair perfectly styled in a swoop to the left. Mirrored aviators hide his upward gaze to the awning that spells out the restaurant. He flips his sunglasses up, looking down at his phone, then at the name of the restaurant again. Once confirming, he puts his phone back in his pocket, then stalls his footsteps at the podium explaining the menu options for tonight.

“Go Swiss!” I cheer in my native language at him. He looks up from where he had been studying the menu, nodding in my direction.

“You from?”

“Yes.”

“Me too.”

“I assumed so. You have the accent.”

“You… kind of do?” He chuckles, questioning. His head tilts to the side slightly, thick eyebrows pulling lower over his eyes. “Where are you from?”

“Close to Bern.”

“Ah… that southern dialect can be troublesome.”

“Maybe you just haven’t heard it enough. Should get out of the big city.” He quirks an eyebrow. “Zurich. Clearly.”

“St. Gallen.”

“Same difference.”

“Okay.” He chuckles, shifting as he stuffs his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “This place any good?”

“Wine is good.” I cheers my glass in the air at him. “But other than that, I don’t know. My brother picked the place.”

“Yeah, I am meeting someone here too.”

“Would you like to wait with me? I can buy you a drink.” For some reason, he laughs.

“Buy me a drink?” He nods. “Sure, if your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“No boyfriend. I’m sure your girlfriend will not be much longer though?”

“No girlfriend. If I did, sitting next to a beautiful Swiss woman would likely get me into big trouble.” He murmurs, reaching for the back of the empty chair across from me. As he pulls it out, my brother comes hustling up next to us.

“Oh great! You did get my text about Timo joining us. I’m glad you found each other.” We both pause, connecting the pieces of who we are to each other. I would not have pegged him as a hockey player. He presents so different from the others I have interacted with over my brother’s playing career. “Timo, this is my older sister Emma.”

“Nice to meet you.” He murmurs as he shakes my hand. Our hands fit perfectly together in a polite shake. His fingers drag along every inch of my palm as he pulls his hand back, creating an electric jolt up my arm.

“Yeah…” I trail off, answering my brother. I gulp down a sip of wine. “He was easy to spot.” Nico grins as I stand, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. “Hi.” I haven’t seen Nico for a few weeks. He came home to Switzerland after his season ended, but was running off with all his friends with his new found freedom.

“I am glad you could make it. Mama and Papa are coming tomorrow?”

“Yes, it was the earliest they could get here. I was able to get on a flight from my conference in Berlin.”

“Good. More time together.” I laugh, glancing at Timo who studies the menu across from me.

“Seemed you liked the way the last few weeks were.” I murmur. “Your big sister always coming in last.”

“I’m sorry.” Nico sighs regretfully.

“It’s okay. As per usual, your time is pulled in every single direction.”

“Yes, but you’re important to me. I’ll do better.”

“Good! You can start by buying me dinner. You make the big bucks now!”

“Yeah, you can buy mine too. You make 1st overall money. I’m slumming it down at 9.” Timo and I share a look, chuckling together at Nico’s red, embarrassed cheeks.

“With a flick of a pen, you instantly made more money than your sister has her entire career. You can buy my dinner.” I pile on.

“Stop.” Nico shakes his head with a shy smile. “I will buy you dinner because I love you and that’s it.” I shake my head, looking over at Timo.

“Nico always has to be so sweet to make me feel bad for teasing him.”

“You need to get meaner Nico.” Timo laughs. “Your sister is more intimidating than you.” I scoff at him, then smirk.

“Certified man eater.” I confirm. “You better be careful.” He sucks his cheeks in for a moment, scanning his eyes along my body. Then he shakes his head.

“I like a challenge.” He winks. I pause, recognizing his interest, sliding my gaze over to my little brother who seems to be contemplating between two entrees. I lick a drop of wine off my lips after taking a sip. Timo’s blue eyes stay there, then fall back down to the menu in front of me.

The rest of dinner, these small, wordless interactions happen. He brushes my hand while handing me back my filled water glass. We steal looks at each other whenever Nico isn’t looking. Most of the conversation is driven by us towards each other. Nico seems content to listen, happy to see us getting along so well after inviting a stranger to sibling bonding. I am thankful he did. Timo and I are vibing, conversing and joking like we have known each other for years, not less than two hours.

Nico pays the bill, making a huge show of treating us with his black Amex.

“Flaunting your wealth is tacky Nico.” I scold. He scoffs at me, waving me up out of my seat. I toss my arm around his shoulder, pulling him in for a forced hug. “I love you. Thank you.”

“I love you, buddy! Thank you!” Timo says too, coming in to the other side so Nico is sandwiched between us. I giggle hard, tilting my head back towards the dark sky while doing so. Timo’s hands grip my sides as we squeeze Nico harder. I fold my fingers over his arms too, feeling the soft material of his sweatshirt. When I open my eyes all I can see is Timo. His beautiful blue eyes sparkling with joy. His big smile and scrunched nose indicating how much fun he is having with us.

“I could use another drink.” I hear myself say to him directly. He nods immediately, releasing from our packed hug.

“We have a bar in our hotel. Are you staying there too?” Timo asks casually.

“Oh! Yes! Let’s go.” I exclaim. “Neeks?”

“Maybe. I’m tired, but I’ll see how I feel when we get there.”

“Okay.” I shrug. No offense to Nico, but I wouldn’t be disappointed if he didn’t come.

“How are we feeling about the game tomorrow?” I ask the boys as we walk the cobblestone walk way.

“Good. We’ll get it done.” Timo says confidently. Nico echos that though a yawn.

His yawning continues through our first round of drinks until he is almost falling asleep sitting up in his chair where we sit at a space in the bar, backing up to the lobby.

“Nico, just go to bed.” I chuckle.

“Yeah I am going to head there.” Nico sighs after a yawn. He looks over at me. “You too?” I bite my lip, shaking my head.

“I’m not tired. I stay up late for a living.” Nico shrugs his shoulders. “Goodnight.” He stands up.

“Goodnight baby brother.” I tease him as he heads across the lobby to the elevators. “Sleepy good!” I take a sip of my wine, then settle my brown eyes on Timo who still watches with those interested eyes. “Are you tired?” I wonder.

“No.” He says then takes a sip of his drink. “A lot more interesting things are happening down here than in mine and Fiala’s room.” A shiver runs from the base of my neck down my spine pulling my chest tight with flattery.

“You like to stay up late?”

“Mhm.” He answers around another sip of his drink. He licks at his top teeth afterwards, bringing my eyes back to his lips. “Kinda have to in this job. What do you do?”

“I own an event planning business.”

“Oh fancy, Ms. Entrepreneur.”

“I went to college and everything.”

“Impressive. Maybe I should hire you to run my charity golf tournament.”

“I could do that. But it depends.”

“On?”

“What happens between us tonight.” A slow and sexual grin rolls across his lips. He likes my boldness. My heart fluters excitedly in my chest. I love this part, getting gorgeous and powerful men to give into what has been brewing between us. “I have a strict line between business and pleasure. I’m sure you can understand that in your line of work.” Timo nods, looking lost in a previous mistake.

“That is fair.” He tilts his head. A few teammates walk through the lobby, shouting a hello at Timo. He gives a brief wave, then focuses back on me.

“Any chance I could convince you to go somewhere private to discuss further your personal and professional qualifications?” There is nothing professional about his request.

“Where would you suggest?”

“Maybe your room?” I pretend to contemplate, leaning back in my chair while studying him with scrutiny.

“What would we do there?” I ask him, dragging out the vowels in my words. I slowly run my tongue along my lips, gathering his attention there.

“You can tease me some more with that mouth.”

Forward. Bold. Going in for the kill, just like I hoped.

“Our drinks?” He pulls his wallet out, tossing cash onto the table. He stuffs his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans and stands. He holds his hand out for me. I stare at the warm, welcoming skin of his palm. I know what taking that hand means. I know this is dangerous territory, but Timo is a temporary teammate of my brother. It’s not like he is in New Jersey with him full time.

I slide my fingers gently into his hand, then clasp it as he lifts me into a standing position. He weaves our fingers together, palms cupping each other as we walk silently to the elevator. He pulls me in behind him, then turns expectantly at me.

“Four.” I tell him. He presses the button and the doors close.

“You do this often?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Plenty.” His eyes drag ravenously from my face down my body. He nods in surprised appreciation. “I won’t tell you I love you after, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He chuckles.

“You look harder to get than that. What are the rules?” He asks as he turns towards me. His hand drops mine, so he can pull my hips flush with his. My eyes flutter at what I feel. Big. Hard. Ready.

“Wrap it up. Don’t you dare finish before me. No butt stuff. And…” I insist, stepping closer. “Nico never knows.” My foot goes between his, rubbing my thigh against his zipper. He exhales a little heavier, hinting at the desire building in his body. The elevator doors open and we step out. I lead the way, sliding the key through and pushing the door open. I walk in first again. He shuts the door behind us then crosses the slim space between us. He whips me around by my wrist, crowding my space immediately. My heartbeat skyrockets in dangerous and needy passion.

“Anything else?” He asks, sliding a hand to the side of my neck. He holds it tight, thumb stroking my cheek. His blue eyes are fierce, ready for whatever waits for us on the other side of my answer.

“What are yours?”

“I don’t want anything serious. You understand that?” He strokes my cheek as he says it as if to soften the blow. He’s clearly had this conversation before with other women. He’ll figure out I’m not like them soon enough.

“Completely.”

“Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.” I laugh. “Are we going to fuck now or keep playing 20 questions?” I slide my hand down to the button on his pants. He laughs too, pausing as he bites his bottom lip.

“What are your thoughts on cuddling?”

“Hell no.”

“My kinda girl.” He whispers then closes the gap between our faces.

His lips on mine create an explosion that rocks me to my core. I exhale into his mouth in a moan. He runs his hand through my hair then down my body. It wraps around my waist and he lifts, practically tossing me up onto the hotel desk. The lamp shade rattles against the wall. His hands come to my shirt, lifting. Our lips part for a moment, then reconnect with tongues. Wetness pools in my panties, almost soaking them through.

One of his hands comes up to my breast, squeezing it, then finding my nipple and thumbing it over my bra. I sigh happily into his mouth, then fist his shirt in my hand. His shirt joins mine on the floor, then I reach for the button on his pants. It snaps apart easily. I jerk his zipper down until it’s completely open. His cock is hot and seeping in his underwear. I pull back from his mouth, looking down as he unclasps my bra. The straps slack along my arms. He pulls them the rest of the way off, then takes me in.

“Beautiful.” He mumbles, tugging my hips so I slide closer to him on the desk top. “So, so beautiful.” He repeats against the warm skin of my chest. His lips kiss down vertically, until he gets to a tight nipple. He makes eye contact with me as he sucks it into his mouth. His tongue strokes upwards too, making my jaw unhinge for a moment. “You had so much to say earlier, now you’re quiet? Gonna have to change that.” He whispers, then sucks my nipple deep into his mouth, working it over, sending darts of pleasure to my clit. It aches to be touched, missing out on his skilled mouth and fingers.

“Oh.” I pant. He smirks into my breast.

My fingers find the waistband of his underwear, tugging it back from his skin so his cock rises to rest on his belly. His red tip is oozing down the edge of his head. I bite my lip, then my head knocks back into the lamp as his tongue strokes my other nipple into submission.

Fuck, this is incredible. He knows exactly what he is doing. When to push, when to pull away, how to tease and reward. He will be worth any future punishment. My hands shove at the waistbands of his bottom layers until they work down his strong hips. He steps out of them, grabbing a condom in his jean pocket, then kicks them off to the side. I lean back on one palm grinning. He lets me take him in, every delicious curve and edge of his muscular body made perfect from hockey and hard work. His big hands cup my breasts, rolling his thumbs over the stiff peaks in unison.

“Oh that feels sooo good.” I moan appreciatively. I run my free hand through my hair. He watches my face, playing with me more until I am embarrassingly close to coming without him even being inside of me. “I need you to fill me up.”I demand breathlessly. He bites his lip.

“You’re so fucking sexy. You can tell me what to do all night, Emma.”

“Just call me Em.” I laugh. “Emma is so formal.”

“Whatever you want, babe.”

He unbuttons my jeans, then pulls them off my legs. He admires my black, lace panties, seeing the creamy wetness pooling there just for him, then he works them off my body so we are both naked. He picks me up, setting me to the very edge of the desk, then he hands me the condom. I rip the package open with my teeth, gripping the tip, before easing it down his shaft. His eyes close and he sways slightly forward at my hands on him.

He crowds my space, our breath combining together, still smelling like the minimal alcohol we had tonight. One hand goes to my left hip, then the other goes to grip his shaft. He rolls his head through my folds, collecting my soaking juices before he nestles his head at my entrance. Together, we watch him disappear between my swollen lips. He lets out a shaky exhale. He grabs my wrists, putting them on his shoulders, then he lifts me slightly up off the desk, beginning to pump into my pussy.

Tingling explosions burst out down my body. Gooseflesh covers my arms and legs as I take each hard thrust with enthusiastic greed. I kiss along his jaw, grinning at the way I jerk in his arms with each pump. He isn’t handling me like a fragile doll, he is fucking me just like I knew he would. Hard, fast, deep, showing he was built with power and strength for a reason.

“Fuck, Em, your pussy is so good.” He growls into my neck. The sound of skin slapping together increases, becoming disgustingly obvious in the room as he rocks hard into me. “So wet and tight.” He hisses through gritted teeth. My nose bumps into his jaw as I moan on his throat. He turns his face, capturing my lips then fucking up harder and faster into me. My whole body goes tight and rigid, then I fall into my orgasm. Timo fucks me through it, not wavering in his thrusts at all until I collapse onto his chest in surrender. He slows then, kissing my neck as he takes me to the bed. He lays me down, then work himself out of me. I look down at the condom, wondering if we are done.

“Your turn. Show me what you got, Hischier.” I laugh loudly. He sits down on the bed, then falls backwards. He takes my hand in one of his, fingers folding together, helping me maneuver to straddle his lap. I work my hair to one side, then reach behind me to grab his cock in my hand. He hums, then sighs happily as I swallow him whole in one press of my hips. Timo’s eyes literally roll back into his head as I start to move. His hands come behind his head fingers lacing together on the pillow below.

“That’s right. Just lay there princess.” I smirk, throwing my hips back on his cock.

“Funny… gorgeous… talented… where has Nico been hiding you?”

“Practically under your nose.”

“Ah, that’s why I didn’t see it. It’s a little big.” I giggle, then set my hands on his shoulders, rolling my hips.

“Ooo. You know how to fuck.” He praises me. “So good….” He bites his lip, exhaling heavily. “Little more, gorgeous.” He encourages. I comply and he groans. “Mmmm.” His hands snap away from the back of his head. He grips my hips, feeling the roll of them on him. Then two fingers find my clit. I shutter. His other hand comes to my breast, pinching my nipple. “Fuck me until you cum.” He whispers. I moan shakily, then keep bucking my hips down into him. When he senses I am about to release, he works his hips up in little thrusts to help me over the edge.

“Oh!” I cry out, pinching my other nipple.

He gently eases me down, pulling his feet up closer to his butt so his thighs create support for my back. I slump into them. I pant, looking at him on the pillow as he smirks.

“Shit.” I hiss as he forces his cock up deep into me, lifting my weight with his hips like it’s nothing.

“Doggy?” He asks, wiggling his large eyebrows. I nod eagerly.

I’ve never come so hard or had so much fun with a one night stand before. Usually, it’s awkward, bumping into each other and trying to find the right tempo. Not with Timo. It truly feels like we were made for each other. Gone is the insecure way I try to move my body so my partner can see the best angles. Usually, I stay away from doggy. But I am desperate to feel the hard slapping of his balls against my clit.

We both stand. Timo kisses me, tongues flirting within my mouth. Our lips are puffy and red by the time we pull apart. He twists my hips, working his cock between my legs as I bend over in front of him. He lines his latex covered head with my entrance, then pulls me back on his dick. We both groan loudly this time, appreciating the stretch and arousal of each other.

“Gonna be dreaming about this pussy tonight.” He groans, starting to buck his hips again. The delicious slapping has me deliriously groping the bed sheets. His thick cock crams into me thrust after thrust, feeling like he is rearranging my internal organs. A big hand comes to the back of my neck, forcing me down. I groan loudly, shrieking an inhale at how good this angle feels.

“Please.” I hear myself beg.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please make me cum. Please. More. Um! That! Yeah!” I yelp out as his hips snap harder into me. My ass shakes with his powerful thrusts. I turn my face into the comforter, then scream hard into it as a powerful orgasm grips my core and turns me inside out.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum. Feels so fucking good when you cum.” I shake against his thighs as he finishes in the condom. His hand releases from the back of my neck. He grips the edge of the condom then works his way out of me. Wordlessly, he heads to the bathroom, striping himself and cleaning off. I collapse forward into the bed sheets, curling into the fetal position while my heavy breathing continues. Timo brings a towel back with him, tossing it to me. Afterwards, I throw it onto the floor while he lays back next to me in bed.

“Good job.” I murmur, holding my hand up. He slaps it firmly, then sighs happily.

“That was amazing.” He turns to look at me when he says it. I nod, meeting his gaze. “Any chance you’re available for more of that this summer?”

“No strings?”

“No strings.” He agrees.

“Then yeah. I’m available.” He chuckles.

“We make a good team, tho. Damn.” He rubs a hand over his head. He turns his wrist, looking at the time on his expensive, silver watch. “I gotta go. It’s almost curfew.”

“Yeah, I want to go to sleep.” I admit, stretching out, pushing at his thigh under the covers to move him off the bed. He dramatically rolls off like I kicked him full on. I giggle as he rests his chin on the bed from the floor. His blue eyes soak me up. His hand comes up, poking at my left cheek.

“Your dimples are cute.”

“Thank you.” I murmur.

“How long are you here?”

“Wanna see me again already?” He laughs.

“Yeah. Sex that great is rare. I want you again tomorrow.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach. I roll my bottom lip in my mouth, watching him pull his clothes back on. His last article is the Team Switzerland sweatshirt he zips up to the middle of his chest.

“Okay.” I agree. He smiles gently, then walks towards me.

He kneels one knee on the bed, hovering over the body he wrecked tonight. He kisses me quick, then pulls away. He smells seductive and sultry, like his expensive cologne and me.

“Sweet dreams.” He whispers.

“Goodnight.” I respond. He walks out of the room, closing the door softly during his exit.

I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling above me. The butterflies in my stomach expand up into my chest until it feels crammed full. I put my hand over my face, watching back the reel of the night against my black eyelids, ending with the mutual agreement of more.

More this weekend. More even this off-season too. More, more, more because it will be months before I will have had my fill of him.

I’m not sure how we will make it all work. Sneaking around once is one thing, but doing it continuously is another.

I guess this planner is going to have to figure it out.

Because It’s going to be a long, hot summer with Timo Meier.

More Timo and Emma can be found here.

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hd-junglebook · 6 days

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Its Always Been You

Part 4 / Word Count 5816

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Summary: And so, the trip to Michigan begins with a little surprise guest.

In the dim glow of his bedroom, Jack's world felt like it was crumbling around him. The shadows danced across the walls, mirroring the chaos within his mind. Jack's hands trembled as he held the phone to his ear, his breathing uneven and his heart racing.

"Luke, I don't know what to do with myself," Jack's voice trembled, a mix of anguish and vulnerability. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, and his free hand clenched into a tight fist.

"I've acted like a complete fool all week. Y/n hates me. I'm feeling… I'm feeling things I never felt before for y/n, and I think I've finally lost my mind."

Luke's harsh tone cut through the silence, his confusion evident. "Jack, what the hell are you talking about?" There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line, as if Luke was sitting up in bed, suddenly alert.

Jack's pacing resumed, his frustration palpable. He ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, his footsteps heavy against the carpeted floor.

The room felt suffocating, the walls closing in on him as he struggled to contain his emotions.

"I told y/n I knew how she felt about me, and then I broke her heart. She left me all alone for three days. Jesus, I just saw her locking lips with some loser in the hallway. It's taking everything in me not to go out there and drag him outside."

"Jack…" Luke barely got out before he was interrupted again.

Before Luke could respond, Jack's voice rose again, defiant and emotional. "I'm not done." He halted his pacing, standing in front of his dresser where a picture of y/n and him sat.

It was from the night of his draft party, a snapshot of happier times. Jack's fingers traced the edges of the frame, his eyes fixated on y/n's smiling face. The photograph seemed to mock him, a cruel reminder of what he had thrown away.

He thought back to that night, his emotions, how he begged her to leave her life behind and move to New Jersey. The memory was vivid, the excitement and hope he felt then now replaced by a crushing sense of regret.

The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her hand in his, the sparkle in her eyes—it all came flooding back, intensifying the ache in his chest.

Rustling came through the speaker of Jack's phone. "I ruined us, Luke. I've ruined the best thing I've ever had." Jack's voice cracked, a single tear escaping and rolling down his cheek.

"Dude, it's almost 12am, and you're babbling about something everyone and their mom knew already. How long did you think you could fight your feelings?" Luke's tone softened, a mix of exasperation and concern.

"I don't know, Luke." Jack stayed still for a moment, his shoulders slumped in defeat. The door of their apartment closed, and he hung up on Luke when he heard footsteps approaching.

Jack perked up, holding his breath as he listened to them get closer. His heart raced, a glimmer of hope sparking in his chest.

Another door closed, leading Jack to swing open his door. Y/n had already closed her door, the click of her lock reverberating through the silent apartment.

Jack's hand hovered over her doorknob, his fingers trembling. He wanted to knock, to apologize, to pour his heart out, but fear and uncertainty held him back.

…

The sound of her alarm woke her from her restless sleep, the shrill beeping cutting through the stillness of the early morning. Her eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the darkness around her.

The room was bathed in a deep, melancholic blue, the shadows clinging to the corners and casting an air of despair. The curtains, a soft, sheer fabric, billowed gently in the breeze from the slightly open window, allowing a sliver of pale moonlight to penetrate the gloom.

"Here we go again," she mumbled groggily, her voice heavy with exhaustion and resignation. The words felt thick on her tongue.

She sat up in her bed, allowing the blanket to fall in a heap on her waist. The sheets, once a comforting embrace, now felt suffocating, tangled around her legs like the thoughts that consumed her mind.

y/n looked around the room with despair, her gaze lingering on the familiar objects that held countless memories—the framed photographs on the dresser, the stack of well-worn books on the nightstand, the discarded clothing strewn across the floor.

Y/n sighed again, the sound echoing in the emptiness of the room. She pushed the blanket off of herself fully, the cool air of the apartment sending a shiver down her spine.

Her steps were light as she dressed herself, opting for comfort over style for the plane ride back to Michigan. She pulled on a soft, oversized sweater, the fabric enveloping her like a comforting hug, and a pair of well-worn leggings that had seen better days.

As she moved about the room, gathering her belongings, the floorboards creaked beneath her feet, the sound amplified by the silence that hung heavy in the air. The scent of stale coffee and the lingering aroma of chocolate chip cookies wafted through the apartment.

Jack's door opened across from her room, his yawning loud against the stark silence of the world outside their little apartment. The sound made her flinch, her body tensing as she braced herself for the inevitable encounter.

She could hear his footsteps, the shuffling of his feet against the hardwood floor, and the rustling of his clothing as he moved about his room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, not ready to interact with Jack just yet. The thought of facing him, of seeing the guilt and regret in his eyes, made her stomach churn. She focused on the task at hand, pulling her suitcase up to the door, the wheels squeaking against the floor.

Her eyes landed on the corkboard that hung on the wall beside the door, the pictures of their innocent smiles and young faces causing her heart to break even more.

In one picture, they were grinning broadly, their arms wrapped around each other's waists as they posed in front of a sunset on the beach. In another, they were dressed in formal attire, attending a friend's wedding, their eyes sparkling with happiness and love.

Y/n's fingers traced the edges of the photographs, the glossy paper cool beneath her touch. A lump formed in her throat as she studied each image. She could feel the sting of tears behind her eyes, the emotions she had been trying so hard to suppress threatening to spill over.

She pulled the door open, rushing past the open bathroom where Jack stood in the mirror, his toothbrush dangling from his mouth and a look of surprise etched on his face.

Y/n moved with the speed of a cheetah, her feet pounding against the floor as she made a beeline for the safety of the kitchen.

Just as she thought she had escaped the awkwardness, the front door jingled, keys rattling against the metal knob like a mischievous poltergeist trying to gain entry.

Y/N stood frozen in place, her body rigid with shock as the door to the apartment swung open. The sudden intrusion had caught her completely off guard, and she felt as if she had been turned to stone, unable to move or speak.

As she watched, a tuft of blonde hair bounced into view, the golden locks reminding her of the fairy tale character Goldilocks. But this was no innocent child stumbling upon a bear's cottage; this was a full-grown woman barging into her home uninvited.

"Daphne? What the hell are you doing here?" Y/N managed to choke out, her voice rising in pitch with each word until it reached a near-shriek. The disbelief and anger dripped from her tongue like bitter honey, leaving a foul taste in her mouth.

Jack's girlfriend fully entered the apartment, dragging a garishly pink suitcase behind her. It was as if she had packed her entire life into that one piece of luggage, ready to move in and stake her claim.

The suitcase was so bright it hurt Y/N's eyes, a beacon of chaos signaling the impending doom that was about to unfold.

From the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Jack emerge from the bathroom, toothbrush still dangling from his mouth. White foam dripped down his chin, making him look like a rabid dog caught in the act.

His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, darting back and forth between the two women as if trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation he had found himself in.

Daphne's gaze flicked between Jack and Y/N, her initial smile slowly fading as realization dawned on her face. "We planned this months ago, silly," she said, her voice dripping with false sweetness.

"Non-refundable ticket. We talked about this, Jack. It's only been three months; you can't get rid of me that easily."

She let out a laugh that sounded more like a witch's cackle, her eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief and something darker, more possessive. It was clear that she had no intention of leaving, no matter how unwelcome her presence might be.

Y/N felt her heart sink into her stomach, a wave of nausea washing over her as the reality of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. Daphne was here, in their home, and it seemed that Jack had been keeping even more secrets than she had realized.

The air in the apartment suddenly felt thick and suffocating, the tension so palpable you could cut it with a knife. Y/N's mind raced with a million questions, a million accusations, but she couldn't seem to form the words.

All she could do was stand there, frozen in place, as the world she had built with Jack came crashing down around her like a house of cards.

Jack let out a heavy sigh, his hand rubbing the front of his scalp as if trying to erase the memory of ever agreeing to this disastrous plan. His face scrunched up like he had just bitten into a particularly sour lemon, the bitterness of the situation leaving a foul taste in his mouth.

He glanced sheepishly at Y/N, his eyes darting between the two women like a puppy who had been caught chewing on his owner's favorite pair of shoes.

"Can you give us a sec? Please?" he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he were afraid that speaking any louder would cause the fragile peace to shatter.

Y/N scoffed, her arms crossing over her chest as she fixed Jack with a withering stare. "No, we have to leave soon, and if I don't have my coffee, I just might jump off the plane dealing with you both," she retorted, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Her eyebrows rose so high they nearly disappeared into her hairline, the thought of being trapped on a plane with these two making her seriously consider grabbing a parachute and taking her chances with gravity.

Jack's face reddened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "We need privacy though!" he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

He threw his hands up in the air, as if he were trying to physically push away the awkwardness that had settled over the room like a thick fog. "Could you give us some time?"

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, the sound harsh and grating in the tense silence of the apartment. "Oh, you need privacy? That's rich, coming from the guy who couldn't even bother to tell his best friend that his girlfriend was coming to visit."

She shook her head, her eyes narrowing as she fixed Jack with a look that could have melted steel. "You know what? Fine. You two lovebirds enjoy your little reunion. I'll be in my room, packing my bags and booking a one-way ticket to anywhere but here."

With that, she spun on her heel and stalked off towards her bedroom, her footsteps echoing like gunshots in the stillness of the apartment. She could feel Daphne's eyes boring into her back, could sense the smug satisfaction radiating off the other woman in waves.

But Y/N refused to let it get to her, refused to let the hurt and betrayal show on her face. She had always prided herself on being strong, on being able to handle whatever life threw her way. And she sure as hell wasn't going to let Jack or his girlfriend see her crumble.

As she reached her bedroom door, Y/N paused, her hand resting on the knob. For a moment, she was tempted to turn back, to march right up to Jack and demand an explanation.

But she knew that it would be pointless, knew that whatever he had to say would only make the pain worse.

So instead, she took a deep breath and stepped inside, slamming the door behind her with a resounding thud. And as she sank down onto her bed, her head in her hands and her heart in pieces, Y/N couldn't help but wonder how everything had gone so wrong, so fast.

…

Y/N walked back out into the living room, Daphne turned to her with an expression of exaggerated surprise. Her eyes were wide, and a cute smile was plastered on her face, the kind of smile that made you want to pinch her cheeks but also question the sincerity behind it.

"This is your best friend, right? She's a lot shorter than I remember," Daphne said, her voice dripping with false sweetness. It was clear that she was trying to get under Y/N's skin, to establish her dominance in the situation.

Y/N couldn't help but scoff, her eyes rolling so far back in her head that she nearly caught a glimpse of her own brain. "And you're the EX-girlfriend, right?" she retorted, putting extra emphasis on the "ex" part. Two could play at this game, and Y/N wasn't about to let Daphne win.

Jack let out a groan, his head falling back in frustration. "God, just my luck," he grumbled, his eyes rolling so hard they nearly got stuck in the back of his head.

He knew that he was in for a long and uncomfortable conversation with Daphne, and the thought of it made him want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

Y/N took a deep breath grabbing her coffee, the warm liquid providing a momentary comfort before made her way back out to the kitchen. Y/N grasped the cold metal handle, the chill sending a shiver down her spine.

"Let's go before I change my mind," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. She didn't want to give Jack or Daphne the satisfaction of seeing how much this situation was affecting her, didn't want to let them see the cracks in her carefully constructed façade.

…

The journey to the airport had been a tense affair, with Y/N pointedly ignoring Jack's attempts at conversation and Daphne chattering away obliviously in the background.

Y/N could feel Jack's eyes on her, his gaze heavy with unspoken apologies and explanations, but she refused to meet his eye, focusing instead on the passing scenery outside the car window.

they made their way through the bustling terminal, Jack tried once more to pull Y/N aside, his hand gently grasping her elbow. "Y/N, please, can we just talk about this?" he pleaded, his voice low and urgent.

Y/N yanked her arm away, her eyes flashing with barely contained anger. "There's nothing to talk about, Jack," she hissed, her voice sharp as a knife. "You made your choice, and now we all have to live with the consequences."

Jack's face fell, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "It's not like that, Y/N. If you would just let me explain..."

But Y/N cut him off with a bitter laugh, her head shaking in disbelief. "Explain what, Jack? How you don’t like me? How you play this stupid hot and cold game with me? No, I think I've heard enough explanations to last a lifetime."

She turned to walk away, but Jack's hand shot out once more, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "Please, Y/N," he whispered, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I never meant to hurt you. You have to believe that."

For a moment, Y/N wavered, her resolve crumbling in the face of Jack's obvious distress. But then she caught sight of Daphne waiting impatiently by the gate, her foot tapping, and her arms crossed, and the anger came rushing back in full force.

"I don't have to believe anything, Jack," she said, her voice cold and distant. "You made your bed, and now you have to lie in it. I just want to forget about all of this and move on with my life. So please, just leave me alone."

With that, she wrenched her arm from his grasp and strode towards the gate, her head held high and her heart shattered into a million pieces.

The seating arrangement on the plane felt like a cruel joke, a twisted game of fate that had placed Y/N in the middle of the very chaos she had been trying to escape.

She found herself sandwiched between Jack and Daphne, her body pressed against the cool glass of the window as if she could somehow merge with the clouds and drift away from the awkwardness that permeated the air.

Jack sat rigidly in the middle seat, his body a tense barrier between Y/N and Daphne. Y/N could feel the heat of his skin, could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, and it made her heart ache with a longing she couldn't quite suppress.

On Jack's other side, Daphne slept peacefully, her head lolling against his shoulder and her soft snores filling the space between them. She seemed blissfully unaware of the silent war raging within Y/N's mind, the turmoil that threatened to consume her from the inside out.

Y/N's foot tapped incessantly against the floor, a nervous habit that betrayed the inner chaos she was desperately trying to conceal. Each tap was like a metronome, counting down the seconds until she could escape the confines of the plane and the suffocating proximity to Jack.

She could feel his eyes on her once more, could sense the weight of his gaze boring into the side of her head. But she refused to look at him. Instead, she focused on the clouds outside the window, on the endless expanse of blue sky that stretched out before her.

Y/N was lost in thought, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and memories, when Jack's hand suddenly shot out, startling her back to reality. Before she could react, he had shoved a headphone into her ear, ignoring the sputtered questions and the look of indignation that flashed across her face.

His fingers brushed against her skin, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. It was a reminder of the connection they once shared, the easy intimacy that had defined their friendship for so many years. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she tried to process the unexpected gesture.

As the familiar opening credits of her favorite episode of Game of Thrones filled her ear, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. She glanced at Jack, searching his face for an explanation, but he steadfastly refused to meet her gaze.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen in front of him, as if the answers to all of life's questions could be found in the flickering images.

Y/N couldn't help but steal glances at Jack, her eyes tracing the contours of his face, the curve of his jaw, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

Each glance was a silent question, a plea for him to acknowledge the unspoken words that hung between them. But Jack remained stoic, his attention unwavering, as if he had erected an impenetrable wall around himself.

Even as she tried to immerse herself in the show, Y/N couldn't shake the awareness of Jack's presence beside her. The warmth of his body seemed to seep into her skin, igniting a longing that she had tried so hard to suppress.

She could feel the rise and fall of his chest, could hear the soft whisper of his breath, and it made her heart ache with a bittersweet mixture of love and loss.

Beside her, Jack remained a silent presence, his body so close and yet so far away. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

…

Y/N stepped out of the airport, the crisp Michigan air filling her lungs and invigorating her senses. She took a deep breath, savoring the familiar scent of pine and freshly cut grass that always seemed to linger in the air.

The sun peeked through the scattered clouds, casting a warm glow on her surroundings and making the world seem a little brighter, a little more hopeful.

She scanned the crowd of people waiting outside the terminal, her eyes searching for a familiar face. And then, like a beacon in the chaos, she spotted him.

There, leaning against a sleek black car, was Luke. A grin spread across his face as he caught sight of her, his eyes crinkling at the corners in the way that had always made her heart skip a beat. "Y/N!" he called out, pushing himself off the car and striding towards her with open arms.

Without hesitation, Y/N dropped her bags and ran to meet him halfway. She threw her arms around his neck, feeling the solid warmth of his body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her off the ground in a spirited hug. For a moment, the world seemed to fall away, and all that mattered was the comfort and familiarity of Luke's embrace.

"I missed you so much," Y/N mumbled into his shoulder, her voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt. She breathed in the scent of him, a mixture of cologne and something uniquely Luke, and felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her.

Luke chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against her own. "I missed you too, shorty. It's good to have you back."

He set her back down on the ground, but kept his arms around her, as if he was afraid she might disappear if he let go. Y/N couldn't help but smile up at him, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.

Behind them, the sound of footsteps on the pavement broke the spell. Y/N turned to see Jack and Daphne approaching, their faces a mixture of exhaustion and something else, something harder to define. Jack's eyes met hers for a brief moment, a flash of emotion passing between them before he looked away, his jaw clenching.

Luke's arms tightened around Y/N, a silent show of support and protection. "Hey Jack, Daphne," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Glad you could make it."

Daphne smiled, the expression not quite reaching her eyes. "Thanks for picking us up, Luke. It's been a long flight."

Y/N could feel the tension crackling in the air, the unspoken words and unresolved issues hanging between them like a thick fog. But for now, she pushed them aside, focusing instead on the feeling of Luke's arms around her and the promise of a few days away from the chaos of her life in New Jersey.

Jack moved forward, his arms open wide and a grin plastered on his face, Y/N felt a flicker of hesitation. There was something about his expression that seemed forced, as if he was trying too hard to appear casual and unaffected by the tension that hung thick in the air.

But before Jack could reach them, Luke's hand shot out, smacking the side of his head with a resounding thwack. The sound echoed through the parking lot, drawing the attention of a few curious onlookers. Jack stumbled back, a bewildered look on his face as he rubbed the spot where Luke's hand had made contact.

"Ow, what was that for?" Jack asked, his voice a mix of surprise and mock indignation. His brows furrowed as he looked at Luke, trying to decipher the reason behind the sudden attack. Y/N could see the gears turning in his head, the confusion and hurt flickering behind his eyes.

Luke lowered his voice, his tone stern yet laced with underlying concern. He leaned in closer to Jack, his eyes locked on his brother's, as if he was trying to convey a message that went beyond words.

"For being an idiot and for bringing her here. Did you forget about what you said on the phone?"

Y/N felt her heart skip a beat, her mind racing with the implications of Luke's words. What had Jack said on the phone? What secrets had he been keeping from her, even as he tried to bridge the gap between them?

Jack's face flushed with guilt, the color rising in his cheeks like a crimson tide. His eyes darted to Y/N, then back to Luke, a silent plea for understanding.

For a moment, no one spoke. Y/N could feel Daphne's eyes on her, could sense the other woman's curiosity and suspicion. But she refused to meet her gaze.

Finally, Luke broke the silence, his voice cutting through the tension like a knife. "Come on," Luke said, releasing Y/N and grabbing her bags. "Mom's waiting at home with lunch. She's been cooking up a storm all morning."

Y/N grinned, the thought of Luke's mother's cooking making her mouth water. "Lead the way," she said, falling into step beside him as they made their way to the car.

As they walked, Y/N could feel Jack's eyes on her back, could sense the weight of his gaze boring into her. But she refused to look back, refused to acknowledge the part of her that still longed for his touch, his presence, his love.

Instead, she focused on the warmth of Luke's hand in hers, on the promise of a few days of respite and healing. And as they drove away from the airport, the skyline of Detroit rising up in the distance, Y/N couldn't help but feel a flicker of hope igniting in her chest.

Maybe, just maybe, this trip would be the start of something new, a chance to leave behind the pain and heartache of the past and find a way forward, one step at a time. And with Luke by her side, and the love of her family to guide her, Y/N knew that anything was possible.

…

Lukes’s car pulled up to the familiar two-story house, Y/N felt a wave of nostalgia wash over her. The red brick facade, the white wooden porch, the sprawling oak tree in the front yard - every detail was exactly as she remembered.

She stepped out of the car, the warm breeze caressing her face and tousling her hair. The scent of freshly cut grass filled the air, a sweet perfume that brought back memories of lazy afternoons spent lounging in the sun and late-night conversations under the stars.

Y/N took a deep breath, letting the peace and tranquility of the moment settle over her like a comforting blanket. For the first time in days, she felt the knots of tension in her shoulders begin to loosen, the weight of her worries and fears slowly melting away.

Beside her, Jack and Daphne were unloading their bags from the trunk, their voices a low murmur against the backdrop of chirping birds and rustling leaves. Y/N hesitated for a moment, her eyes lingering on Jack's face, taking in the lines of stress and fatigue that creased his brow.

In that moment, she made a decision. She was tired of being angry, tired of holding onto the hurt and betrayal that had consumed her for so long. Life was too short to waste on grudges and resentment, too precious to let slip away in a haze of bitterness and regret.

With a determined set to her jaw, Y/N strode over to Jack, her steps purposeful and sure. He looked up as she approached, his eyes widening in surprise and a flicker of hope.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft but steady. "I just wanted to say... I'm sorry for the way I've been acting. I know things have been tough lately, but I don't want to keep dwelling on the past. You're my best friend, Jack, and that's never going to change."

Jack's face softened, his eyes shining with a mix of relief and gratitude. "Y/N, I..." he started, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry too. For everything. I never meant to hurt you, and I know I have a lot to make up for. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes to earn your trust again."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat, the sincerity in Jack's words tugging at her heartstrings. She reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"I know," she said, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "let's just focus on enjoying this trip and being there for each other, okay?"

Jack nodded, his own smile breaking through the clouds of tension that had hung over them for so long. "Okay," he said, his voice filled with a tentative hope. "That sounds perfect."

Together, they made their way up the porch steps, their hands still intertwined. Y/N could feel the warmth of Jack's skin against her own.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," Ellen said, her voice warm and rich like honey. "We've missed you so much."

Y/N felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. “I've missed you too," she said, her voice muffled against the older woman's shoulder. "It's so good to be home."

…

Luke led Daphne and Y/N up the stairs, their footsteps echoing on the hardwood, Jack seized the opportunity to pull his mother aside. His heart raced, palms sweaty as he glanced nervously between her and the staircase, his body practically vibrating with anxiety.

Ellen's brows furrowed, her maternal instincts kicking into high gear as she sensed her son's distress. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch a silent invitation to share his troubles.

"Jack, honey, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Jack swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. He ran a shaky hand through his hair, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape. But there was none to be found, and he knew that he owed his mother the truth.

With a heavy sigh, he guided her to the couch, his movements stiff and awkward. They sat down, the worn cushions sinking beneath their weight, and for a moment, neither of them spoke.

Finally, Jack broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. "Mom, I... I messed up. Y/N and I, we had a fight. A big one. And I don't know how to fix it."

Ellen's eyes widened, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. But she remained silent, allowing her son to continue.

"I didn't tell her about Daphne, and she found out in the worst way possible. And now... now she can barely look at me. I don't know what to do, Mom. I can't lose her."

Jack's voice cracked, the tears he had been holding back for so long finally spilling over. He buried his face in his hands, his shoulders shaking with the force of his sobs.

Ellen's heart ached for her son, for the pain and regret that radiated off him in waves. She reached out and pulled him into a hug, her arms wrapping around him like a protective cocoon.

"Oh, Jack," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of sympathy and gentle chastisement. "I know it's hard, but you have to be honest with the people you love. Secrets have a way of coming out, and they always hurt more in the end."

Jack nodded, his face still buried in his mother's shoulder. "I know," he said, his voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt.

"I just... I didn't want to hurt her. But I ended up doing exactly that." Ellen pulled back, her hands coming up to cup Jack's face. She looked him in the eye, her gaze filled with a wisdom born of years of love and experience.

"Do you remember the time that boy was bothering Y/N in school?" she asked, her voice soft and reminiscent. "You came home with a black eye and a split lip, but you were so proud of yourself for defending her."

Jack's lips twitched, a hint of a smile breaking through the tears. "Yeah, I remember. She was so upset, but I just wanted to make her feel safe."

Ellen nodded, her own smile mirroring her son's. "You brought her back here, to this very house. And you let her lay her head on your lap, and you caressed her hair until she fell asleep. Do you remember what I told you then?"

Jack's brow furrowed, his mind stretching back to that distant memory. "You said... you said that love is the most pure thing you can feel."

Ellen nodded, a knowing smile playing at the corners of her lips. "And I see it in you, Jack. When you look at her. You love her, don't you?"

Jack took a deep breath, his shoulders straightening his heart skipping a beat at his mother's words. He had always known, deep down, that his feelings for Y/N went beyond friendship. But to hear it spoken aloud, to have his deepest secret laid bare... it was both terrifying and exhilarating.

"I... I don't know what to say, Mom," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and longing. "Y/N and I, we're just friends. And besides, Daphne...” He trailed off, his eyes flickering towards the staircase where his ex-girlfriend had disappeared just moments before.

Ellen sighed "Jack, honey, the longer you wait, the harder it's going to be. Sooner or later, you're going to decide whether you want to be with her in that way or let her go and find love in someone else.”

Jack stood up, his heart lighter than it had been in days. He hugged his mother one last time, breathing in the comforting scent of her perfume. "You're right, Mom. I need to be honest with myself, and with Y/N. But... but I can't do it now. Not with Daphne here. It wouldn't be fair to anyone."

"Ellen patted his cheek, her touch a silent benediction. "I understand, sweetheart. But don't wait too long, okay?

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February 22, 2024

Clementine skated across the ice the puck against her stick, she could feel the Ranger’s player behind her as she skated and before she knew it a player was coming towards her and as she looked up just in time for his shoulder to smash right into her head and his elbow coming around to her across the face and down into her elbow, as the player behind smashed into her back and smashed her elbow as well.

Clementine fell forward her gloves falling off as she felt her nose starting to get wet as she she fell onto her side feeling her ears ringing and felt as if she was swaying, her hand clamped onto her elbow not even knowing what was going around her.

She felt medical help her get up and skate her across the ice, she got helped onto the bench and started to be led down the tunnel.

Matt Rempe got a match penally for the hit on Clementine Bedard.

Clementine barely even knew where she was as she finally realized she was laying in medical bed and groaning at the bright lights filling her eyes.

“It’s a Concussion for sure.” Clementine felt like everything was underwater as the doctor spoke and she could jut feel the throbbing all over her body.

“Clementine! Clemetine!” She heard her voice her called and she blinked turning her head slightly, “What hurts?” She heard the question from the doctor.

She groaned still holding her hand against her elbow, she could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she felt the pain coming from her elbow and remembered when it was hurt before.

“Her elbow.” The doctor spoke to the other doctor, Clementine felt her eyes starting to flutter shut before she felt tapping against her face, “Hey Clementine you have to stay awake okay. We’re going to check your elbow.” Clementine opened her eyes staring up at the celling.

The doctors rolled over the X-ray machine moving her hand that was holding her elbow and put the machine over her elbow.

She had no break or tear in her elbow she just seemed to aggravate her past injury as her elbow is more sensitive.

Clementine barely registered that she was changed into her sweatpants and sweatshirt and helped back into the medical bed not allowed to sleep yet.

“How’s Clem?” Jack questioned his coach after the game, as Lindy didn’t know after the first and second period as the tests weren’t completed yet.

“Concussion.” Lindy gravely spoke looking around the locker room at his players, “She’s gonna be sore for the next few days but luckily no injuries besides the concussion.”

“Who is staying with her?” Nico questioned in concern knowing when someone gets a concussion they need to be under supervision for at least 12 hours and he knows the team likes to watch over their teammates.

“I was going to ask who would like to.” Lindy responded knowing that anyone on the team would willingly watch over any of their teammates.

“I will.” Alex quickly spoke up wanting to see with his own eyes that Clementine is okay.

“Alright go out the back exit.” Lindy nodded at Hotlz and turned to leave the room having already went over the game. The back exit that is away from all the people and cameras perfect when a player has concussion.

Alex quickly showered and got into comfortable clothes instead of his suit and hurried out of the locker room to medial room, he quietly knocked on the door and walked in seeing the doctor and Clementine.

“Ah Alex your on watch?” The Doctor smiled standing up from the chair next to the bed, Alex nodded, “Good you remember what to do?”

Alex nodded having watched over teammates before that have had a concussion.

“Okay she’s ready to go home.” The doctor smiled and left the room.

“Hey Clem.” Alex walked over to Clementine feeling his heart clench seeing her confused look in her dull blue and hazel eyes instead of the normal sparkle in them and the way she was protectively holding her elbow, “Come on darling let’s get you out of here.” Alex wrapped her arm around his shoulder not even hearing what name he called her.

Alex lead them slowly out to his car luckily having drove together to the game, he helped her into the passenger and buckled her seatbelt.

Alex quick to started the car and started the drive home looking over at her ever few minutes making sure she is okay.

He pulled into the parking garage and shut the car and quickly jumped out the car and walked around opening the passenger door helping her out of the car and walked to the elevator, clicking her floor and getting off the elevator.

He grabbed the keys that were in her pocket and opened her her front door helping her to her bedroom, he pulled the blankets back and helped her sit down and lay her head onto the pillow he covered her with the blanket.

“I’m gonna get you some ice, do you want something to eat?” Alex gently whispered kneeling down in front of her head brushing her hair from her face seeing that the doctors took out her french braids.

Clementine groaned at the sound of food feeling her stomach roll in nausea.

“Okay no food, i’ll be back.” Alex pressed a very soft kiss to her forhead and stood up grabbing Clementine’s phone.

He walked out to the kitchen and set her phone on the kitchen counter so that Clementine couldn’t use it. Alex pulled out his phone and texted Connor letting him know Clementine is okay before setting his phone on the counter. Alex grabbed an ice pack and quietly walked back into her room, he walked to the large windows that give a view of New Jersey and closed her black out curtains.

Alex pulled the covers on the other side of the bed and laid down next to Clementine and gently set the ice pack onto her forhead seeing her peaceful sleeping and knew he would have to wake her up in a few hours to check on her.

He laid on his side facing Clementine keeping an eye on her all night, not closing his eyes in fear something could happen to her.

Clementine ended up missing fives games because of her concussion and was luckily was only out for a week and half and was back by March 5, against the Florida Panthers.

March 11, 2024

Clementine saw the smug smirk acrossed Matt Rempe’s face when he looked at her, She looked down and chuckled slightly having a feeling he hasn’t realized yet.

She skated down the ice with the puck again and saw Matt skating at her seemingly to want to get a hit on her again, so she braced herself for the hit and she smirked slight before dropping her gloves and didn’t hesitate to punch him right across the face. and it seemed like she shocked him before she knocked him down onto the ice and she didn’t stop until she was onto of him and punching him across the face multiple times and Matt stuck on the ice, flat on his back.

Clementine felt the referee grabbing her and she leaned down slightly stopping her hits as she saw the blood pouring out of his nose just like hers was from his hit, “Now we match.” Clementine coldly whispered at a wide eyed Matt.

She just chuckled letting the referee pull her into the penalty box.

Clementine always loves when people underestimate her because she is a girl, but just because she doesn’t flight often doesn’t mean she can’t fight, it’s something everyone always forgets.

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_quinnhughes: i hope ill get married when i grow up…

⟶ thelunahughes: oh you will mama don't worry

⟶ _quinnhughes: i dont know who im gonna marry

⟶ thelunahughes: nope, no you don’t

⟶ _quinnhughes: maybe i can marry jackie

⟶ thelunahughes: uh no

⟶ _quinnhughes: then who can i marry?

⟶ thelunahughes: idk you’ll see

⟶ _quinnhughes: maybe a prince

⟶ thelunahughes: you

⟶ _quinnhughes: me?

⟶ thelunahughes: yeahhh your a prince

colecaufield: WHAT WAS THAT ^^

⟶ lhughes_06: we went to a family member’s wedding and luna was walking with quinn and jack and talking about who’ll she’ll marry and jokingly said jack then quinn, theres a video of it

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equallyshaw · 11 months

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Papa's day feat. nico hischier

just a cute and sweet edit!

@fanniehischier: papa's girl all day every day 🤍👑

Tag: nicohischier

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@jackhughes: you’re kidding

@jackhughes: this is so wholesome 🥹

↳ @lhughes_6: I know 😭

@lhughes_06: cutest girl ever...idk about nico

↳ @fanniehischier: aweeeee she loves her bestie lukey moose🤍

@tmeier96: swiss summers 🥹

↳ @fanniehischier: the best summers

@miles.wood44: happy papas day @nicohischier

↳ @nicohischier: 🙊🤍

@elblue6: happy fathers day nico!

↳ @fanniehischier: love you mama hughes ❤️

↳ @nicohischier: thankyou mrs.hughes!

@ehaula: baby mia🤍

↳ @frannienischier: the best time !

@katjahischier: can't wait to see you guys soon, incredibly blessed!

↳ @franniehischier: we are incredibly blessed for you guys! see you soon❤️

@nicohischier: Kärlek (love) 🫶🏻

Tag:fannienischief

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@jackhughes: girl dad forever

↳ @nicohischier: don’t you know it

@ehaula: currently crying

↳ @franniehischier: same same

@franniehischier: the sweetest (and sassiest) girl around, we love our papa 😌🤍

↳ @nicohischier: your* sassy girl, my sweet girl

↳ @franniehischier: keep dreaming bud

@lhughes_06: the last one

↳ @nicohischier: my lock screen

@miles.wood44: gremlin

↳ @franniehischier: how dare u

↳ @miles.wood44: my days are numbered right?

↳ @nicohischier: you bet

@ryangraves27: piper in the 1st🥺

↳ @nicohischier: miss that girl everyday :(

↳ @franniehischier: our first babe

@katjahischier: happy papas day love, can't wait to see you guys soon!

↳ @nicohischier: danke mama🤍

@macblackwood29: mia mia mia !!!!

↳ @nicohischier: mama mama mia !

↳ @franniehischier: omg

@tomastatar: enjoy the day!

↳ @nichischier: thanks mate!

@pally_18: happy father's day👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏽

↳ @nichischier: happy fathers day to you👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏽

hope you guys enjoyed! super random :)

#nico hischier #nico hischier x oc #nhl #hockey #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #new jersey devils #jack hughes #luke hughes #timo meier #mackenzie blackwood #ryan graves

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sunkissed-zegras · 16 days

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✧.*NHL MASTERLIST !

♡ fluff ✪ angst ✧ suggestive

𝐀𝐔'𝐒

⇨ delicate | jack hughes x singer!fem!oc

⇨ jump then fall | single!dad adam fantilli x nanny!oc au

⇨ zegras' have more fun | zegras!sister au, luke/jack hughes x fem!oc

𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ trevor zegras¹¹

soft launch ♡ instagram!au | y/n soft launches her and trev's relationship. |

friends (with benefits) ✪♡✧ | trevor had always hated your guts. you never knew what for, maybe it was your close friendship with his best friend, or maybe it was because he was jealous of you. that was until, he kissed you, of course. |

sloppy kisses ✧ | request: "CONSENSUAL recording with Trevor because they’re long distance? 🩶 " |

⇨ jamie drysdale⁶

butterflies ♡ | no one has ever made you feel the way jamie did. every day, jamie convinces you more and more that he loves you in different ways. |

𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬

⇨ adam fantilli¹¹

lets compare hands! ✧ | adam fantilli with a size kink |

⇨ kent johnson⁹¹

𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐣𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬

⇨ jack hughes⁸⁶

everyone wants you, but i don't like a gold rush ✪✧ | y/n had always been in love with jack since she was a kid, but he had always chosen everyone else but her. |

in losing grip, on sinking ships, you showed up just in time ♡ | when you and jack had parted ways, somehow you both knew you'd meet again somehow. |

⇨ luke hughes⁴³

betty ✪ | a small incident at luke's draft party causes a whole lot of drama you never expected to happen. |

worst (best) first "date" [requested] ♡ | request: kind of have a specific request 🫣 im an ohio state fan so it also kinda pains me that i love luke hughes since i hate umich 😭 my request is reader being an osu student and long term devils fan, so when she goes to a devils game in columbus her friends dare her to make a sign for luke during warm ups that says something along the lines of “can i trade you a hat for a puck?” so when luke gives her a puck, she throws him an ohio state hat w her phone number on it. and he finds it really funny and actually ends up messaging her (and then you can end it how you want. fluff, smut, wtv) thank you <33 |

stress reduction [requested] ✧ | request: "shower s-x with luke hughes help" |

⇨ nico hischier¹³

olive theory ♡ | you and nico have only been dating for 6 months but both of you are convinced you've found the one, and a certain theory proves you right. |

𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬

⇨ quinn hughes⁴³

you are in love ♡ | 3 times that quinn wanted to tell you he loved you, and the 1 time he finally did. |

cowboy like me ✪ | you and quinn were destined to fail from the beginning. |

the big C [requested] ✧ | "quinn hughes x equipment manager reader smut? maybe it’s the start of the season so the reader is helping him get all his gear fitted and situated and she’s calling him “cap” and “captain” and he ends up feeling some type of way" |

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐬

⇨ andrei svechnikov³⁷

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cellythefloshie · 3 months

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can i get your exes to lovers masterlist please & thank you

Send a trope/kink/theme you associate with my blog, and I’ll make mini masterlists of my fics for each one.

[ ᴇxᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ]

ᴅᴇʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ - FREDDIE ANDERSEN x READER ᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ - JAKE OETTINGER x READER (not quite, but similar vibes)** 12 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴋɪɴᴋᴍᴀꜱ - ᴏʟᴅ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇꜱ - PIERRE LUC DUBOUS x READER ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜱᴘɪɴꜱ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ - TIMO MEIER x READER (not quite, but similar vibes)** ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴏᴍ - VINCE DUNN x READER ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇ & ʏᴏᴜ - ADAM LOWRY x OC

#celly answers #mini masterlist

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ladylooch · 2 months

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Oh can we see Timo and Emma's first time after the twins? Xx

It takes her a while to want Timo in that way again but it's oh so fluffy when she does

A/N: Let’s start active NHL Player AU day off with a bang, shall we?? 🤭

Word Count: 2.2k

Read more Timo and Emma here.

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fan fiction

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ladylooch · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/738802484095647744/i-miss-timo-and-emma-just-the-two-of-them-alone

Something sweet. I was thinking a surprise to T by Em. He is tired so she decides that they have to escape for a few days. She doesn't say anything, she picks him up after the practice and he thinks they will return home. Instead she drives them to a beautiful chalet and they have a beautiful night ( dancing, drinking and more...) It's a silly idea.... If you don't like it you can write whatever you want!!! I know it will be great since you are the writer

A/N: This is a perfect idea 🥰 Thank you so much for requesting this! I love writing T and Em. To revisit the two of them alone together is such a treat!

Word Count: 3.2k

On a sunny Swiss afternoon, Timo and Nico walk out of practice together, chatting about weekend plans for the rare, four day weekend they have off. Although it is the off-season, they are both deep into intense training plans for the upcoming season. Timo’s off-day plans are to sleep, sleep, and more sleep. But the Meier babies, and mama, may have a different idea. They haven’t spent much time as a family together this summer yet. Too many obligations between both parents and other family members demanding attention.

“Either way, I’m happy to step away from hockey for a few days.” Timo pushes his black sunglasses up his nose.

“Yeah. Looking forward to snuggles with Lex and the girls.” Nico admits. “Maybe we can get together with all the kids?”

“Did you miss the part where I said all I want to do is sleep?” Timo laughs, stopping at the front of his backed-in car.

“Looks like we got some grand theft auto happening here.” Nico laughs at his sister’s giddy face sitting in the driver’s seat of Timo’s car. Her chin is resting on the steering wheel as she grins at her husband. The driver’s side window rolls down.

“Get in, Timo Time. We’re going on a riiiiide.” She watches Timo walk around to the passenger side. He tosses his bag in a back, then slides into the passenger seat. “Hey Neeks, if we are missing for three days, don’t try to find us.” Emma grins. Nico salutes her with two fingers then gets into his car. Emma smirks. He’s going to get home to find a few more babies in his house than when he left for training.

“Hi baby.” Timo leans over, kissing Emma. She hums into his mouth, then takes one hand off the wheel to kiss him harder. Her nails drag at his scalp gently.

“Mmm, hi.” She responds, eyes doey and liquid.

“You missed me so much you had to pick me up?”

“I wanted to do something nice for you.” Timo squints at her, cocking his head.

“Or you wanted to get out of the house?”

“I mean, yeah that too.” She admits, pulling out of the parking spot.

Timo takes out his phone, checking in on the messages and emails he has from the three hours he was in training. He rubs at the vein in the center of his forehead at Larissa’s text that they need to do major plumbing repairs in the salon he co-owns with her. That is sure to cost a fortune. He glances up, getting grounded in their location, then sees Emma whiz right passed the turn to their house.

“Are we taking the scenic route home?”

“We aren’t going home. You and I are disappearing like I told Nico.”

“Where?”

“You will see.”

“Em I gotta check in at the salon with Larissa. There is an issue.”

“Your sister runs that business without you a majority of the time. She doesn’t need you to drop by and get all flustered and micromanaging.”

“I don’t micromanage.” Emma snorts. Timo contemplates. Okay maybe he does do that a little bit, but it’s not intentional. He just feels dumb when they talk about things he doesn’t know. “Are we picking up the babies?”

“No, babies are at Nico’s. So he won’t be getting sleep. I will tell you that.” Emma laughs. “I packed a bag for you. Everything is all set. Just relax.” Timo clicks his phone closed, then puts it in the pocket of his shorts. He takes a deep breath, then releases it, trying to do what his wife suggested. Yeah, maybe this is what he needs this weekend. True relaxation with the woman of his dreams.

“I can’t when you’re driving in the mountains.” He decides to poke at her.

“Shut up!” Emma snorts, slapping his thigh. “You break hard one time in the mountains and suddenly you ‘can’t drive’.” Timo wheezes as he laughs incredulously.

“Baby, you almost launched me through the windshield.”

“Well, you should have been wearing your seatbelt. Be a role model for our children.”

“We didn’t have babies then. And you know why my seatbelt was off.” Timo shakes his head. He brings his hand over to her thigh, giving it a squeeze. “I am gonna catch a nap though, if that is okay.”

“More than okay.” Emma murmurs.

Timo sleeps for about 45 minutes in the car. How he is able too stay asleep is beyond Emma. She wishes he had passed that skill onto their youngest. Liv is struggling with sleeping through the night right now. It’s been hard on everyone in the house except for Lio who seemingly sleeps through everything.

When the car arrives at the Burgenstock Resort on Lake Lucerne, Emma gently shakes Timo awake. He looks around, then slowly pops the door open to step out. Emma hands the keys over to the valet after they both grab their bags from the trunk. The check-in for their room is fast then they take the elevator to their private suite. A bottle of champagne is waiting for them along with a spread of fruit, chocolate and nuts for a quick snack.

Emma walks over to the floor to ceiling windows, looking out at the glittering blue lake. Timo comes behind her, wrapping his arms around her body, pulling her tight against him.

“This view never gets old.”

It is far from the first time Timo and Emma have visited the resort. In fact, it was one of their favorite places to sneak off to. This room in particular holds several sweet, sexy memories for the two.

“Did you request this room?”

“Mhm.” Emma nods.

“You going to let me fuck you against the window again?”

“Sure, if you’re good.” She holds his cheek to hers. “But first, we have a lot of relaxation we have to get to.”

“I need a massage. Bad.”

“Good, cause you’re getting one.” Emma spins in his arms. Timo’s hands drift to collect on the small of her back. “I’ve been missing you.” Emma confesses. “Just you. With me. No babies. No brothers or sisters or in laws or hockey.”

“This hasn’t exactly been a relaxing off-season.”

“No.” She agrees.

“I’m sorry. I overbooked myself. I can cancel some appearances.”

“No, it’s fine. You should do the things you are doing while you are home. But I need you present with me all weekend. No distractions.”

“Deal, baby.” His lips begin to consume hers in a hot kiss.

“Okay, we can’t right now.” Emma presses her palm to his chest. She is breathless and tousled. “We need to get to the spa.”

Music to Timo’s ears.

- - -

Emma relaxes back into the hot salt water of her and Timo’s private spa. She spared no expense for this weekend. They have another half day of spa time again tomorrow afternoon. By the end of the weekend, Emma is hopeful her and Timo will be throughly rejuvenated for the rest of their crazy summer. Timo and her both finished their couples massages, but he is in the sauna now, sweating out more toxins before he joins her in the comforting heat. Reaching for her champagne flute, she sips the dry liquid between her lips.

“I feel so good right now. We should get a sauna in Jersey.” His bare feet slap the tile as he comes out, wiping some of the sweat off him with a towel.

“Where would it go?” Emma ponders.

“The garage?” She nod her head in agreement. “I’ll see if Haula has the information for the guy who did his.”

Timo sits on the edge of the hot tub then lowers himself in next to Emma, careful to not disrupt the water too much. Little waves lap at Emma’s upper shoulders. Timo leans over, kissing her cheek, down her neck. Little pecks pepper her jaw to her mouth. Then she turns to kiss him full on.

“Thank you for taking care of us.” He mumbles against her lips. “Gonna take care of you when we get back to our room.”

Emma moves closer to him, bringing herself into his lap. Timo spreads his thighs to accommodate her body. She leans her back into his chest. He rests his jaw against her temple. The two fall quiet, looking out at the world enjoying their summer vacations below.

“What do you think the kids are doing right now?” Timo asks.

“Probably not missing us.” Emma murmurs, closing her eyes. “Lexi talked about them going to the splash pad.”

“Oh Livy will be so happy.” Timo runs his nose against her hair. He presses a kiss to her scalp. “We are going to FaceTime them right?” Emma swoons into his body, so thankful for the most amazing, caring, loving father for her babies.

“Of course.”

Timo’s stomach rumbles loud enough that Emma can feel it against her back. So, they decide to head back to their room and scope out the room service menu. The two decide on ordering a boat load of sushi and another bottle of white wine to share. They eat their rolls at the table, chairs turned in. Emma’s feet rest across Timo’s lap as they lounge in their robes, catching up with each other. Recently, it feels like the only things they talk about are work or the kids. This conversation focuses around goals for the future, investment ideas, and places in the world they want to make a priority to see.

“We might need to get to Australia sooner rather than later, especially if we want that third baby while Lio is still relatively young.” Emma contemplate after she swallows another piece of sushi.

“Baby, Livy is only 7 months old…” Timo trails off, surprised. He begged for years for Liv, so to hear Emma talking about getting pregnant again is unexpected.

“I know.” She murmurs, twirling the stem of her wine glass. “Just a thought. We don’t have to commit to it right now.”

“Oh, I will absolutely knock you up again, but is that good for you?”

“I’ve had healthy pregnancies. I don’t think there is much concern. I also kinda just wanna do it again and be done.” Emma answers honestly. Timo contemplates, then nods.

“You let me know. I’ll be ready.”

“I’m sure you will be.” Emma chuckles. Timo sets his chopsticks down, pushing his plate away. He gathers one of Emma’s feet into his hands, beginning to massage down the arch. Soft music has been playing through their meal from the TV. Forever and Ever by Randy Travis begins to play and Emma gasps.

“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes, grinning. “My parents used to dance to this song in our kitchen when they were making dinner.” She clasps her hands in front of her. “I remember they would dance together for part of it then my dad would pick me up and my mom would have Nico. It is my favorite memory from growing up.”

“We should dance to it then.”

Timo tugs Emma away from the table, standing and gathering her into his body. One hand goes to her hip and the other laces their hands together to lead. Emma hides her lips into his collar bone. Together, they sway across the carpet, holding each other. Timo buries his nose into Emma’s neck as she sings.

“Oh darling, I’m going to love you forever.” She sings in time with Mr. Travis. Timo’s soft breath flickers along her bare skin. He trails the tip of his nose along her bone, pressing his lips every few breaths. “I dreamed of a love like theirs in that yellow kitchen.” She whispers to her husband. “Now I wake up with it in my bed.” Emma turns her face into his neck, kissing along the thickness there. She scrapes her teeth in his sensitive skin. Carefully, she sucks his skin into her mouth, lathering her tongue over the slice until Timo moans softly.

He rushes his lips towards hers, creating a wet smear across her face. His tongue meets hers. Emma crosses her wrists behind his head, then glides her fingers into his hair. Timo’s hands wander too, down her butt to her thighs. Easily, without effort, he lifts her, then walks her down the short hallway to the bedroom. He lays her on her back. Emma tugs at his belt keeping his robe closed, wanting it off his body so she can see the reward of his summer of training. She claws her nails up his chest, letting her fingers entwine together in his hair.

The curtains are open and the soft glow of the lights along the dusty mountains creates moody lighting in their room. Timo opens Emma’s robe, tugging the sleeves quickly down her arms. They untangle from the soft cloth, hurried and eager. There is no need for foreplay, they’re both more than ready, so Timo doesn’t waste anymore time. He grips the base of his shaft, needing to be bottomed out in her immediately.

“Ohmygod. Baby, you feel so good.” He sighs into her lips. Emma moans when he glides out then presses in deep again. Timo pulls Emma’s legs up to his shoulders, plowing into her tight, wet heat again and again. His big hands grip her ass, finger prints melting into her skin. Emma closes her eyes, heavy breathing beginning to fill the room from both of them. Timo licks his lips, watching with feral eyes as his wife’s body surrenders to him with each thrust. “Just like that.” He encourages her, fucking deeper into her. “Lose yourself in us.”

“You fuck me so good.” Emma whines out. Her hands roll up her sides, then squeeze her breasts. Timo adjusts her legs to be on one side of him, then curls them down so they are folded up to one side of her. He drops her back to the bed, then snaps his hips against her ass so hard Emma feels the wave of collision roll up to her scalp. “Oh shit.” Her words quiver with the first flick of orgasm in her core.

“Yeah, let it take you.” He encourages.

Timo reaches towards her chest, rolling her nipple as the snap of his hips becomes crude and demanding. Emma arches her back. Timo pins her hips to the bed so she can’t wiggle away from the spot or tempo that is calling her orgasm. Emma’s breathing becomes ragged, urgent as she grits her teeth and then unleashes a scream of his name. He pumps her through, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she does, he taps her thigh, bringing her to her knees, ass in the air, so he can bury himself deep again. She is soaked through for him, like a wet cave of pleasure that makes his dick twitch, dribbling a bit into her before he focuses back in on her next explosion.

Timo connects her back with his chest, running his hands along her sides. He settles back on her hips, rocking her from behind onto his cock with each press forward. His nose curves along her spine as he focuses in on the right tempo for her. He licks along the knots there, smiling into her flesh as a guttural moan releases from low in her chest.

Emma looks over her shoulder at him, wanting to see his smug, victorious face as he fucks her so well. She smiles at him, dimples coming out, making Timo kiss the one closest to him.

“Remember last time we were here?” She asks him.

How could he forget? When he whisked her away to be alone, no other distractions, just the two of them on a long weekend in the Swiss Alps. It had been during COVID. The place had practically been deserted, but also safe despite the virus that gripped the globe. Timo had fallen in love with Emma then. He had her time and time again, in different, new positions, hard and fast and slow and lazy, until they had to stop because neither of them could take anymore. It was a marathon of sex and two people falling in love.

“Did you know I loved you then?” Timo hums.

“Yeah. A woman know when you’re making love to her.” Timo stops his thrusts, staying deep inside of her. He gently runs the tips of his fingers down her back, watching her skin pebble under his touch. “On your back, princess.” He coos. “Wanna see your face.”

“Things Timo Meier never thought he would tell a woman.” Emma says after she rolls. Timo chuckles then nods.

“Yeah, I’ve done and said a lot of things with you I wasn’t sure I would. You changed my life, Em.” He reaches up to the headboard, grabbing a pillow. He pulls her down to the edge of the bed so he is standing up between her spread legs. Emma lifts her head, then lays on the pillow Timo situated for her. “We never did this one.”

“No it was too intimate.” Her hands go to his abdomen, spreading out along the thick muscle there. She beholds the way they tighten as he begins to move inside of her again.

“Watch me.” He reminds her, calling her eyes to his face. A long blink pulls Emma’s gaze away from a minute. Timo surprises her with his lips on hers. He shifts her hips up with a hand at the small of her back, just slightly off the bed.

“Oh.” Emma whimpers out. Her finger nails dig into his skin at his shoulder blades. “Fuck, T. Just like that.” She exhales heavily. Her breasts dance against his strong chest with each hard pump into her. “Mmm.” His teeth bite her bottom lip. Her brown eyes open as he puts his forehead against hers, focusing in on each other. Her staccato breaths dance against his wet mouth.

“This time you’re all mine.” His husky voice has Emma’s jaw unhinging.

Timo holds her face, thumb and middle finger pressing her cheeks into a screaming O as she comes undone on his cock. He catches the last few grunts and mewls of her pleasure on his tongue. His jerky thrusts confess he is close before he unloads creamy lines into her core. Emma tugs his biceps, encouraging his weight to fall onto her frame. She wraps her arms and legs tightly around him, holding him close and inside of her. She turns her face into his cheek, eyes squeezed shut as they caress each other.

Neither of them are even sure how it happens. But in time, they fall into a slumber, tangled up like that in each other. When Timo awakens, the world is pitch black around them. Emma has rolled away from him, onto her stomach with parted lips. The moonlight splays across her back, highlighting the indents of her hips at her lower back. His fingers brush her hair out of her face so he can see the way her lashes kiss her cheek bones. A slow, accomplished smirk raises one corner of his lips as he leaves her be.

You did it, he thinks to himself. You made her fall in love with you.

Back then, he didn’t have a plan. But the way it worked out was better than he could have imagined anyway.

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier smut #Timo Meier imagine

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ladylooch · 3 months

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Can we get a jealous Emma clip of her feeling jealous bc Timo is always gone and she is at home with the kids (they are still young the twins would be about 3) and she sees Timo being interviewed by beautiful women all the time and she thinks he is bored of her bc when he comes home she is worn out and frumpy looking having taken care of the kids all day

So she picks a fight bc she is jealous

I just love how you write T and Emma

I am in love with this. That is all.

Standing in their master bathroom, Emma Meier is fully aware of how good she looks. Her dark jeans are tight in all the right places. Her black top shows peeks of skin with pleasant views of her ample cleavage. She fluffs her curly, brown hair out then wipes at a smudge of dark purple eye shadow that fell beneath her lashes. She kisses at her reflection in the mirror then walks out to the bedroom to grab her purse. She has on black, expensive, high heeled boots that Timo bought her this past Christmas.

Tonight, it is all about Emma.

Timo is home, ready to take back the reins of caretaking their children. Emma is going out for some damn peace and quiet. She already had her whole night planned out. She’s going to start at her favorite cocktail lounge for a cosmo, then walk down to an Italian dinner place that doesn’t rush you, followed by stopping by their favorite ice cream place in which, she is going to eat her ice cream in peace without a child trying to get a taste.

Despite a tour of her favorite places, Emma wishes her night had more of a happy glow to it than it does. Instead, burning, acidic resentment has settled into her gut. Bluntly, Timo playing in theN HL is getting old to her. He has flirted with retirement the last few years, but always pulls out the “I’ve got one more in me” when it comes down to decision time. Emma has been patient. She’s been a stay at home mom for the last three years and she wants to spend more time with Timo than they have been. She wants him home, with her, not off being ogled and obsessed over by other women.

Emma used to not care about the fans, but that was before her body birthed four children, including a set of twins. Things have been much different since their twin boys were born. Emma loves them. She would not change a thing about their life, but today she is struggling to be grateful for it. She needs a break. And that’s what tonight is all about.

With her purse in hand, Emma walks down to where the rest of her family has gathered. She walks to the entryway mirror, well aware of her husband’s eyes on her. She leans forward, running her finger along her maroon lips, pretending to gather a smudge. She can feel Timo’s eyes carve along her curved ass as she leans forward. She pats her lips together then heads to the coat closet, gathering her jacket.

“You look gorgeous, baby.” He calls.

“I know.” She sighs back happily. She wants him in that same dumb stupor when she gets home tonight. To do that, she needs to give him as little attention as possible.

“Who… are you going out with tonight?” He fumbles over his words, blinking rapidly. Emma had told him she was going out tonight, but with little details. Timo had not particularly cared until he saw her looking THAT good. Maybe she is going out with the Devils WAGS?

“Myself.”

“What?” He responds flatly.

“Me.” She repeats slowly, with a hint of attitude.

“I dont…”

“Care? Me either.” She smirks, then flips her hair out from the collar of her jacket. Her heeled boots clack against the hardwood as she comes into the room, giving kisses to the twins who play together on the floor while staring at Cars 2 on the TV. Liv and Lio are at the table doing homework together. The last person to smooch is her husband. She comes back over, kissing his cheek. His feral eyes drag along her body, but his mouth stays closed. She places her tongue against her top lip, gathering his attention there, then she speaks. “Don’t wait up.”

His dark eyes follow every sway of her out of their home. He watches her car pull out of their driveway. He is distracted as he puts the babies to bed. He sits wordlessly in the dark the rest of the evening, unable to focus on his TV show while he awaits her return. Then, just after 10:30 pm, he hears the garage door begin to rise. He clicks the TV off, leaving the downstairs dark. He slides quietly into the mudroom, hiding in the shadows to the left of her. She walks in, distractedly tossing her keys into her purse, which gives him the perfect opportunity to pounce her.

“Oh fuck!” Emma startles when he grabs her. “T.” It’s all she gets out. Then his lips are massacring her mouth. His teeth angrily nips at her as he shoves her up against the door she just walked into.

“How was your night?” He simmers.

“Good.”

“Yeah, you get the break you needed from me?” He slightly snarls at her, so hot and bothered by her outfit and her disobeying and her aloofness. His hands grope her breast, tugging her shirt and bra down to expose her soft nipple. He brings it harshly into his mouth. Her fingers collect in his hair instinctively. Right now, he could fuck her against their kids cubbies and not think twice about letting her moan his name loudly.

“Timo.” She groans, head knocking back into the door. He sucks her harder into his mouth, then roughly pulls away, letting the clothing snap back into place. Timo grabs her hips, spinning her around so she is pinned into the garage door. His hard cock presses into her ass cheeks. Emma bites her lip, feeling his fingers drift over her ass as he pulls slightly back. A loud slap fills the mudroom. Emma breathes out a moan, pressing her face to the door.

“You play me tonight before you left?”

“Like a fucking fiddle.” She giggles. Timo slaps her ass again, significantly harder this time. Her cheek burns beneath her jeans. Emma gasps, then groans passionately.

“You know what happens when you’re not my good girl.” He grabs her face, turning so he can see her side profile. He runs his thumb along her jaw. Emma plays dumb, shaking her head.“You get tied up.” Emma’s eyes widened. “And then blindfolded.” He allows her to turn to face him. Then he grips her neck with his strong, massive hand. Her eyes flutter closed as he comes closer. He smells so good- like sex and home and safety. His lips flirt with the end of her nose. “We okay?” He whispers. Emma gives a discreet nod. Then Timo’s eyes darken again. With a lazy flick of his fingers, he points towards the rest of the house.

“Go be a good girl and pick out your ties.”

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier imagine

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ladylooch · 3 months

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Hi, remember when Timo sent Emma to Nico's apartment when his parents showed up and started harrasing her when they found out she is pregnant? We read the scene in Emma's pov when she goes to Nico's place, but can you please write what happens in Timo's pov after she leaves the apartment? Like him yelling and dealing with his parents?

A random NFL playoff game whines through the speakers of my living room TV as I doze in and out of sleep. I am still recovering from a new injury I experienced after Christmas. Emma has been couch patrolling me since she returned from Switzerland, except for right now. The mother of my child is out grabbing groceries so we can have a nice dinner in and continue to keep a lower profile.

I am about to doze off for another minute when I hear a knock at the door. It is unusual for us to have any visitors, so I assume it is Emma coming back with groceries. She is known to forget her keys and has already made fast friends with the office staff of our building.

“Did you forget your…” My words trail off after I fling the door open, seeing two other Swiss natives in the hallway.

“Surprise!” My mom cheers.

“Um.” I swallow, leaning into her hug as she grips my neck tight. She kisses both of my cheeks while I blink, trying to come to terms with them standing here.

I haven’t told my parents about Emma living here or that we are together or uh, yeah, that we are going to be parents in July. It never felt like the right time. The Hischiers know, obviously, because Emma told them, and they helped her get ready to return to Jersey. Although I have talked to my parents several times since we found out, whenever there was an opening to bring it up, I haven’t.

I know they are not going to be thrilled. My parents have a more conservative mindset when it comes to things like marriage and when to have children and when to move in together.

“Can we come in?” My dad laughs, gesturing to them both and their luggage.

“Yeah.” I step aside, doing a quick sweep of the apartment. I don’t see anything of Emma’s out… except for her prenatal vitamins on the kitchen counter. “Make yourselves at home. Do you want something to drink?” I call nonchalantly, swiping the pink bottle off the counter and tucking it into a cabinet by the sink.

“Wine would be great.” My mom says. “Do you have a red?”

“Of course.” I nod, grabbing two glasses out of the cabinet. I am trying to support Emma with not drinking, so I skip a glass for myself. I pour some for both of my parents, murmuring a cheers before excusing myself to the bedroom where my phone had been charging.

I pick it up to send Emma a text, letting her know my parents are here. She is aware I haven’t told them yet and is supportive of doing it on my timeline, which I appreciate. She could be upset about that, but she always kisses me, saying it’s up to me for how and when.

Hey babe, my parents just showed up. Don’t want you to be surprised when you get here. See you soon.

I’m so distracted by the sudden intrusion of my parents, that I don’t even hear the immediate buzz of Emma’s phone on her nightstand. Which is why when I hear her key in the lock, I don’t launch myself across the room to intercept her before she walks in.

“Hi.” Emma grins excitedly, shuffling into the doorway, loaded down with Whole Foods bags. “Okay, I think I am actually starting to waddle. Which is so weird because I am barely pregnant. But there is this distinct-“ I suck in a breath as Emma trails off when she observes my horrified parents standing in the kitchen.

“You didn’t see my text huh?” I ask, rising from the couch. I cross the distance between us.

“Ah, I left my phone here.” She worriedly looks back into the kitchen. My eyes follow her gaze and narrow at the way my parents are already taking this the wrong way. They glare at Emma, noses turned up as if they smell something unpleasant and beneath them.

“My parents flew in to surprise me.” I fill in.

“That’s so nice.” She says tightly. I kiss her, trying to relax but I can feel the daggers of my mom’s eyes piercing my back.

“You should go to Nico’s.” I whisper so only she can hear.

“Emma is pregnant?” My mom hisses. “Timo, how could you let that happen?”

My shoulders tighten as I take the grocery bags from Emma. Disdain is dripping from her tone as she mutters indiscernible words under her breath. I inhale heavily again, bracing myself for the impact. I know I need to protect Emma now, get her out of here before she hears the inevitable screaming match that is coming for the Meiers in this room. I take in Emma’s widened, teary eyes, setting aside the hurt that passes through me at how devastated she looks.

“Baby, go to Nico’s. Please.” I step between her and my parents, blocking her from their view. Emma hesitates, searching my face for a sign of what is going on. “Leave.” I cannot hold back the protective bite to the word, needing her to get out before she gets more hurt than she already is.

“Okay.” She whimpers, then turns back to the door she just came through.

“You better be getting a paternity test. That girl is an absolute money hungry whore. You should of ended things with her years ago."

“Wow!” I exclaim, feeling a deep anger churning in my gut. I stare at my dad, seeing his creased skin turning a rashly red.

“How could you be so stupid!?” My mom yells, not giving me time to respond. She throws her hands in the air in frustration. “And you are claiming this child already. Is it even early enough to get a paternity test done? She barely looks pregnant.”

“It’s mine.” I insist.

“How do you know?” Mom emphasizes. "This girl has floated in and out of your life whenever she feels like it. Now, you're going to blindly take her word for it?"

“Yes, because I trust her.”

“AH!” Her hysteria rises, eyelashes blinking obnoxiously fast as she shrieks. “Charly, reason with him!” She waves for him to take over.

“Son, no. You cannot believe her word with something this life changing. For all you know, she could have slept with someone on the plane ride home!” My jaw tightens. Emma would never do that. “She is the exact type of girl your mother and I worried about this happening with. You need a paternity test before you give her a franc.”

I was brought up to show respect and stay calm regardless of the pressure on or off the ice. But hearing my parents spew such horrible things about the love of my life has all of my good, Swiss manners falling by the wayside.

“I don’t believe it. I do not for a second believe that thing inside of her is yours!” My mom continues.

“Thing!?” I shout, standing up suddenly from the couch. “That is our baby. My baby. Your grandchild.”

“Nothing that comes from her will be my grandchild. She is wrong for you. All wrong. Alma is who you are supposed to be with.” My mom’s voice takes on a finality, trying to twist me into being obedient to her like I’m 8 years old.

“I understand this is a shock.” My teeth are gritted, painfully tight as I spit words out between the spaces in them. “But if you are going to be a part of our life, then you need to be happier for me than this. And if you can’t be, fucking act like it while you’re here. Be nice to Emma. Be nice to me. Get on board with our baby, who is coming in July, but the way, not that you asked.”

“How could we be happy with you ruining your life? An ‘alleged’ illegitimate child is nothing to be proud of, Timo.” Dad scolds. “I’ll need proof of it being yours before I consider any relationship with that child.”

“Fine. Then you need to leave.” My voice doesn’t shake. My eyes pierce through both of my parents, getting extremely still and firm.

“Timo,” My mom begins, coming to where I stand in the living room. “Listen to us. We only care about your future.”

“My future now includes Emma and our baby. If you do not care for them, you do not care about my future." My dad follows my mom into the room, coming to grip my shoulder tightly.

“Please, do not let this greedy whore ruin your life.” My hands move before my mind can try to stop them. I grab my dad’s sweatshirt with both hands and shake him, snapping him back then forword.

“Don’t ever speak about the mother of my child like that again.” I release his sweatshirt, then walk wordlessly back to mine and Emma’s bedroom. I slam the door shut, grabbing my laptop from the dresser as I stalk to the bed.

I’m shaking as I shove the screen open. My mom comes and begins pounding on the door. I ignore her. I head into the master bathroom so that I can escape her mindless rambling. Her tone is changing. She is seemingly more apologetic as my dad continues to fight with her about pushing me to get a paternity test.

Although it crossed my mind when this all first happened, I know it’s mine. Emma would not be here if it wasn’t. I believe her. I am not going to put her through that worry and stress when she is pregnant with our child for something I know in my bones already. That baby is going to come out looking like me.

I search the internet for two plane tickets back home. I end up heading back to the bedroom to lay down and relieve the pounding headache in my skull. I get more angry with each stroke of my fingers on the mouse pad. I practically stab the keys through my laptop when I enter in my credit card information. I toss the laptop to the bed then stand up, stretching out my neck and shoulders. I sniff, then turn, punching the shit out of my pillow before I go back to the living room to rejoin my parents. They await in the living room with hushed tones and concerned faces before they notice my arrival.

“I have plane tickets for you that leave tonight for Switzerland. You have to stop in Amsterdam and switch airlines before continuing on to Zurich, but you are leaving our home immediately.”

“Timo-"

“I am done talking about this with you. The mother of my child has been rudely displaced from her home long enough. It’s time you two get back to somewhere you are welcome.”

“We only want what is best for you.”

“What is best for me? Cut the shit, dad!” I bellow, losing my cool completely. “You know what is so fucked up!? Is that I’m about to be a parent and I’m losing both of my parents simultaneously.” Mom sucks in a heavy breath, clutching at her watch in distress. “I’m supposed to have you for this. Instead of being supportive or being proud of me for providing for her and the baby, you’re shaming me. For falling in love with someone and acting on that love and then handling the outcome of those choices. This is how you raised me. Now it’s wrong?”

“When you’re a parent-“

“I’m about to be and I can’t imagine doing this to them.”

Mom purses her lips, grabbing the handle of her suitcase. My dad stays still. I can tell he has more he wants to say, one more attempt to get me to change my mind.

“T-“

“Leave.” I snap. “I’ve heard enough from you.”

“We love you.” My mom’s words tremble. I shake my head, walking over to the apartment door. I open it up, staring coldly at them across the room.

“If you loved me, you wouldn’t be acting like this.”

“That is not fair.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not being fair to the love of my life so you can both get fucked.”

“Come, Claudia.” My dad demands, pulling his suitcase along behind him. “We don’t need to have a front row seat watching him ruin his life.”

“You won’t have any seat.” I snarl, coming behind my mom as she follows him through the door. “You won’t get to know my kid. Ever.”

Then I slam the apartment door shut, flipping the lock with a timbering flick.

My hands dash into my hair. I lean over at the waist, trying not to shout. Then I think of Emma. I need to go get her. I can't lose it right now.

Once I ensure my parents are gone from the hallway, I run to the elevator to hold the love of my life, convinced that she will be able to fix this gaping hole in my chest where my heart used to be.

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x OC

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ladylooch · 4 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/ladylooch/737413103011102720/when-you-start-writing-again-is-there-a-time

So does Timo let Emma ride out that extra energy she has built up 🫦

Babes... I mean... come on. Yes.

Delicately and precisely, Emma puts on her night creams in their shared bathroom while Timo brushes his teeth. His blue eyes smolder at her in the mirror, watching as she rubs her oil over her chest, down into the canyon of her breasts. He exhales heavily as Emma tries to smooth out the wrinkles she can see forming in her forehead.

“You know, I didn’t have these before you.” She jokes, pointing to the faintest of creases.

“Yeah cause you never smiled before me.”

“No! I never made this face before you.” She scrunches her whole face up in annoyance as Timo laughs, almost choking on his tooth paste. He finishes his task before speaking again.

“That one is from Lio. That kid had bombs in his diapers for awhile.”

“Yeah and you want another one.” Timo runs a hand through his hair, laughing.

“Don’t talk about us having another baby when I’m about to fuck you.” He puts his hips on hers, pushing her backwards into their room. “Or I’ll put one in you.”

“I’m not done with my skincare.”

“You’re stunning.” Timo leans down to peck her lips. “You don’t need anymore of that.” He gathers up the hem of her night shirt. It’s a silk, lavender material that is soft against her skin and cool for the summer heat. Timo tosses it to the side, again nudging her backwards with his hips. He kisses her harder this time, letting their tongue tangle together as one hand goes to the small of her back to steady her and keep her close to him.

When the back of her thighs hit the bed, Emma sits. She guides her pink manicured nails into the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling them down his hips. His hard cock slaps against her chin. Emma chuckles.

“Forgot how big you are.” She jokes, then licks his tip. Timo reaches around the back of her neck, gathering her hair then forcing her forward.

“Use that sinful mouth for something really bad.”

“But if you cum in my mouth how will we make more perfect Swiss babies?” Timo laughs.

“I don’t plan on coming in your mouth.” He pulls her bottom lip down, exposing her teeth. “Scoot back.” He hooks his hands into her pajama shorts, releasing them from their place on her hips. Emma bites her lip, watching him kiss up her legs just to spread them wide. “You gonna come in my mouth, baby?” He poses, tongue out right above her clit. Emma smirks.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Fuck me.” Timo moans.

His lips press into the apex of her thighs, greedily sucking and lapping her until she is curling up from the bed, moaning his name while she floods his tongue.

“You were so sexy earlier.” He says, nuzzling his nose against hers, then kissing her. She eagerly licks him up, connecting their tongues outside of their lips to drive home her desire.

“Hmm?”

“Standing up for Lex.” He murmurs, bringing a knee up for her to wrap one leg around his waist. “You’re so sexy when you’re mad.”

“That old bat needed to be put in her place.” Emma hisses as Timo slides into her fully. He pauses, looking down at her wide pupils and slutty, puffy mouth. He devours her lips again, wanting her all mused and ruffled and pink from him.

“Where is your place?” He teases, nipping at her jaw, then at the sweet spot of her neck. Emma wraps her other leg around Timo, then hugs herself to him so he can roll. He hits the pillow hard. Emma braces her hands on his pecs, rocking her hips back onto him. The crude sound of her wet folds fills the room. Timo moans, loudly. “Fuck.” He whispers.

“I belong right here.” She responds.

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc

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ladylooch · 4 months

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Imagine when Liv is like six and she comes home saying she has a boyfriend Timo would freak.

"Daddy, I am in love." Liv sighs, throwing her backpack into her cubby in the mudroom. Timo pauses with one shoe on and the other off. Slowly, he continues the process.

"With me, yeah?" Timo asks, scooping her up and setting her on the kitchen counter beside his wife. He smooches Emma's cheek where she is cutting up fruit for all the babies.

"Yeah. But also with Oliver."

"Did he like the bracelet, babe?" Emma asks.

"What?" Timo turns to her. She has an amused glint.

"Livy has her first boyfriend. She made him a cute beaded bracelet with their initials. It was adorable. I have a picture if you want to see it."

"Um, this is not allowed?" Timo asks as a question, popping a bushy eyebrow at his wife. "Em. No." Timo doesn't wait for her response. "Livy, you are too young for a boyfriend."

"Mama said-"

"Mama isn't your only parent."

"Timo, calm down." Emma slaps at his butt. "They're 6. You won't be giving her away anytime soon."

"I'm never giving her away, period."

Lio comes into the kitchen, changed out of his uniform and into all the Devils apparel he can fit onto his little body.

"I'm gonna go shoot pucks!" He yells, rushing towards the basement. Half of the large space has been transformed into a shooting and stick handling area for Lio.

"Hey!" Timo yells. "Did you know about Oliver." Emma snorts at the way he says the boy's name. Lio stops in his tracks, looking at Emma for a sign of what to do.

"T." She chuckles under her breath, resuming cutting apples. Emma shakes her head no at Lio.

"Don't look at mama." Timo turns, smirking at his guilty wife. "You teaching our babies to lie to me?" Emma purses her lips. Timo sets Liv down, letting her run off downstairs with her brother. "You're in big trouble." He nips at her throat. He grabs the knife out of her hand then throws a shoulder into her thighs.

"Ah!" Emma giggles. "Let Livy live her life!" She yells, slapping Timo's ass as he walks her towards the stairs.

"Gonna teach you a lesson."

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier imagine

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ladylooch · 4 months

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I like Emma's independence/ free spirit and how strong she is but she is very stubborn sometimes and she thinks she is always right. Is there a situation where she is wrong and she has to apologize to Timo?

Lio’s first away tournament comes when Timo is out of town. Emma is completely on her own in this new, hockey mom era. Timo will be home the night they leave, but he is staying home to recover. He has a few injuries lingering and they both agreed he should rest and recover instead of driving to upstate New York.

On the phone the night before they leave, Timo and Emma are talking about what is left to pack.

“I think just his hockey stuff is all that needs to be finished.” Emma murmurs, looking at the door where the bags are packed.

“Don’t forget his skates are sitting in the mudroom after I sharpened them at the rink.”

“I know. I walk by them every day.” She rolls her eyes.

“He isn’t going to remember them, so you’re going to have to triple check they are in the bag after he packs it.”

“Yes, T. I know.” She insists again, annoyed that he is micromanaging her parenting from Detroit.

“Just trying to be helpful.”

“Doesn’t feel that way.” She snips.

“Okay. You obviously have it under control.” Timo retreats, stretching his neck from side to side. “How did Livy do with dinner tonight?” He changes the subject.

But the next morning, Emma and Lio both wake up late. They are behind schedule getting on the road and Emma completely spaces on checking Lio’s bag before he throws it into the trunk.

“Let’s go!” Emma urges Lio into the car. How did she sleep through three alarms!?

They make it to the tournament just in time to check into the hotel, then head to the rink. Once they arrive at the rink, Lio looks into his bag, realizing he doesn’t have his skates.

“Mama!” He runs out to the lobby, interrupting where Emma is talking to another hockey mom. “Where are my skates?”

“What do you mean?” Emma asks. “You packed your bag, bubba.”

“They aren’t in my bag.”

Emma clearly sees herself walking by them this morning, in the mudroom, not thinking twice about how they should be in her hand when she shuts the door. Okay, shit.

She pulls her phone out, beginning to type in sporting goods stores. There is one ten minutes down the road that looks to sell hockey equipment. She grabs her keys, then tells Lio to get back into the locker room to finish getting ready what he can. As she turns out of the parking lot of the rink towards the store, she calls her husband.

“Hi baby.” He greets her.

“Hi! Um, what brand of skates does Lio have? And do you know what size?’

“Why…?” Timo asks, sounding concerned.

“Um, we forgot his skates at home.” Timo immediately snorts. “Yeah I know. But I am heading to a hockey store so I can buy new ones-“

“No. You can’t do that to him. They won’t be formed to his feet. He will be miserable all game and in a ton of pain.”

“Is it really that bad?”

“Asks the woman who assured me she wouldn’t forget said skates in the mudroom last night? Maybe you could start listening to me, babe.”

“I’m… T, I don’t know what to do. He can’t play if he doesn’t have skates.” Emma says quietly.

“Someone is going to have to bring you his skates.”

“We are three hours from home.”

“Lex?”

“I’m not going to ask her to do that with two kids while she is pregnant.”

“He is better off not playing than being put into brand new skates. I can bring them up tomorrow morning.”

So that is what happens.

Lio sits out the first game, sobbing to Emma the whole time about how awful it is he can’t be out there with his teammates. Emma feels terrible, apologizing to anyone who will listen about her stumble. Why was she so stubborn when Timo told her to triple check for the skates? Why didn’t she thank him for the reminder and put them in his bag right then?

The next day, Timo comes up to the tournament, early, with their daughter in toe who was done being with their nanny. Lio has two games today and if they win, his team will head to the championship game tomorrow afternoon. Timo strolls into the rink a half hour before game time with Livy next to him, She has a Starbucks cup filled with lukewarm hot chocolate. Her blue eyes are focused on the top, making sure nothing spills as her little Uggs slap the floor. Timo has Lio’s skates in one hand and a Starbucks carrier in the other. Two coffee mugs and a large water are in it.

“Daddy!” Lio yells, watching his hero grin at him.

“Go get ready.” Timo says immediately, handing the skates over to his son.

“Can you tie my skates?”

“You can do it, buddy.” Timo insists. As cute as it is to do for him, Emma can’t tie Lio’s skates, so it’s best Lio does it himself and learns the right way to tighten the laces for what he needs. Emma is silent, watching her husband’s approach. She feels so small and dumb.

“I’m so sorry.” She blurts immediately, gnawing on her lip. Liv hugs Emma’s leg with one arm. Emma puts her hand onto her pink hat in greeting. “We were late. I didn’t check. I’m sorry. You were right. I should have gotten up right away and did it.”

“It’s okay. There is a lot going on when I’m not home.” Emma nods, taking the coffee from him.

“Thank you for saving some of the weekend. I know you wanted to stay home and sleep.”

“It’s okay. Livy and I had a fun road trip together.” He pats their daughter’s hair. His arm comes up, wrapping around his wife’s shoulders to pull her into his body. He kisses her head, then accepts her still very apologetic smooch. He smiles, kissing her nose before speaking again. “All good.” He assures. His perfect wife is perfectly good at beating herself up for any misstep. Fear of failure is a deep insecurity that drives her need to be right. It’s not his job to shame her for that. It’s his job to soothe those parts of her when he can while she works on it.

“I love you.” She whispers.

“I love you too, mama.” He stares into her eyes, waiting to see the crinkle of disappointment smooth away from her forehead. It isn’t going away fast enough for him, so he leans down, kissing her lips, working his tongue between them to devour her mouth.

“Yuck.” Liv says, stepping away from being squished by her parents as Timo brings his wife deeper into his body. He holds her where he protrudes behind his zipper. Emma’s subtle moan doesn’t help.

“Timo!” Lio’s coach, Eddie, comes out of the rink, grinning at seeing the professional hockey player at an away tournament. “Can you come in before the game and hype the boys up?” Timo looks up, keeping Emma pressed tight into his arousal as he nods. She rest her forehead on his chest.

“Sure. Like 15 minutes?” Timo asks as he runs both his hands up to rest at the middle of Emma’s back.

“Sounds good!” Timo waits for him to walk away, then sets his blue gaze back on his wife.

“What’s my reward for saving the day?”

“Blowie in the hotel bathroom while the kids are asleep?” Timo’s head knocks back and he laughs loudly at the ceiling.

“You know the way to my heart, baby.” He leaves an arm around her shoulders. Emma brings her fingers up, lacing them together on her collar bone. She kisses along his knuckles. They watch Liv run around with another little sister from the team until Timo heads into the locker room for his pregame speech.

#tm: loving & leaving #Timo Meier x oc #Timo Meier imagine

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