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ouhaika · 2 days
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i need umich to bring these white jumpsuits back IMMEDIATELY
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frostbeees · 9 months
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“when blanks calls, you answer”
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sunkissed-zegras · 5 months
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✮ 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, jump then fall au!
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au masterlist! masterlist!
♡ ─ word count | 2.6k
♡ ─ summary | the story of how our little paloma came to be, and why adam has full custody of her.
♡ ─ warnings | mention of pregnancy (obvs), mention of abusive/manipulative relationship, some birth stuff but nothing graphic like at all, think that is all??
♡ ─ taglist | @literatureluster @valluvsu @lvrzegras @iminlovewithtz11 (fill in form in my navigation in you are interested!)
♡ ─ ev's notes | im finally back lol, the last nonnie inspired me to continue my series but i also saw the adam/luca content on instagram and i was like... yes i love these men with my entire soul. anyway, this is more background/filler chapter on the whole story behind adam/his ex. also idk if i did a good job making emma kind of unlikable but i couldn't make her too much bc at the end of day she is dovey's mom yk LMAOOO. but yeah, i was gonna include a little court segment but i didn't think it was necessary. this is kinda a summary of the timeline so yeah BUT YETH WE ARE BACK AT ITT!!!!! will be writing a more christmas-y one soon though i pinky promise :) LASTLY, my inbox is always open for au thoughts. please send them in, they literally make my entire day!
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September ushered in a peculiar kind of unease, a restlessness that only settled within the corridors of high school, unbeknownst to Adam. The weight of impending change hung in the air, a feeling that clung to him as he navigated the familiar chaos that came with being a teenager.
It began with a murmur, a whisper weaving its way through the complicated tapestry of gossip. The news was illicit, news that would shatter the simplicity of his teenage years. Adam's ex, Emma, a figure exiled to his past, was harboring a secret that would bridge their worlds in a way he never anticipated.
The autumn breeze carried an unusual tension as Adam found himself standing before the door of Emma's house, a place he thought he had left behind in the remains of the failed relationship. She had called him about two hours ago, telling him that she had needed to talk to him immediately about something very important. He hesitated for a moment, hand poised to knock, before the door swung open, revealing Emma's worn expression.
"Adam," she greeted, her eyes avoiding direct contact, as if unable to meet the weight of his gaze. They hadn't talked in a couple weeks, since they had broken up.
"What's going on, Emma?" Adam asked, sensing the gravity of the situation even before she spoke.
A heavy sigh escaped her lips, laden with the weight of the secret she carried. "We need to talk," Emma murmured, gesturing for him to enter.
"Yeah, figured." He sighed. He didn't know if he was able to trust her after all the lies she had told him over the span of their relationship. This may be one of her ploys to somehow get him back.
He went into the familiar home as she guided him up to her room anxiously and his mind was racing. What could possibly be so important that she couldn't text him, or tell him over the phone?
They reached her room and he sat on her bed as Emma paced anxiously, the rhythm of her steps echoing the gravity of her secret. Finally, she turned to face him, her eyes brimming with vulnerability that he hadn't seen in a while.
"I'm pregnant," she confessed, the words hanging in the air like a storm about to break.
Pregnant? Her words hung in the air for a few moments as he looked for any sign of deception in her expression. But no, she looked like she was about to break down in front of him. The room seemed to close in on him, and he could feel the weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future colliding.
He couldn't even process it. "What?" Was all he could mutter.
Emma's gaze wavered as Adam's single-word response lingered in the room. The weight of the secret settled between them, an unspoken acknowledgment of the life-altering reality they were now forced to confront.
"I didn't plan for any of this," Emma continued, her voice shaky. "I never wanted it to happen."
Adam's brow furrowed as he tried to process the mix of emotions swirling within him. Anger, confusion, and a distant sense of responsibility danced on the edges of his thoughts. His head was spinning with questions.
"Why now?" he questioned, the frustration evident in his tone. "Why didn't you say something sooner?"
Emma's eyes welled with tears, and she seemed on the verge of unraveling. "I didn't know how. I was scared, Adam. Scared of your reaction, scared of what it would mean for both of us. I mean I have school and-and I can't have a kid right now."
The room felt suffocating, the air heavy with unspoken accusations and the weight of their shared history. Adam's mind raced, torn between the desire to understand and the lingering mistrust that had defined their past.
Adam's jaw tightened as he absorbed her words, a tumult of conflicting emotions churning within him. "Scared?" he repeated, a sharp edge to his voice. "You think dropping this bombshell now will magically make things less complicated?"
He didn't want to sound like an asshole but he couldn't help it. All she was thinking about was her future, her life and nothing to do with what his dreams, the ones he's had since he was younger. How could he go into the NHL with a kid and unstable ex?
Emma's tears flowed freely now. "I never meant for it to be like this. I just... I needed to tell you. I can't do this alone, Adam."
He rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the growing tension. "You should've thought about that before. Now, what? What do you expect me to do?"
She reached out tentatively, as if seeking reassurance in the midst of the storm. "I want you to be a part of this, Adam. Our child deserves that, at least."
He takes her hand and his gaze softens as he heard her voice. Our child sounded so sweet, but he didn't want to go through what she put him through again.
He sighed heavily, a mixture of frustration and concern etched on his face. "Emma, you can't drop something like this on me and expect everything to be okay. We're not together anymore, and I can't just rearrange my life because of this."
Her eyes pleaded with him, desperation evident. "I know, but I can't do it alone. I need your support, Adam. We created this life together."
He pulled his hand away gently, creating a bit of distance. "Support? Emma, you've never supported my dreams. You made me doubt everything I did. I can't risk my future for this, not when I don't even know if you're going to stick around."
As the room descended into silence, the air seemed to crackle with the tension of unspoken truths. Adam's mind, however, echoed with the memories of a relationship colored by manipulation and emotional turmoil.
He couldn't shake the vivid memories of countless arguments, where Emma would twist his words, making him question his own sanity. Her subtle undermining of his dreams and aspirations left a trail of self-doubt that lingered long after their fights and maybe relationship had ended.
Emma's manipulation often took the form of subtle remarks disguised as concern. Every success he achieved was met with a backhanded compliment or a comment that subtly belittled his accomplishments. Her words had a way of eroding his confidence, making him second-guess his abilities. Was he even that good of a hockey player? Was he as smart as everyone would tell him?
She played on his insecurities, subtly exploiting vulnerabilities he hadn't even acknowledged. Emma's behavior manifested in controlling behaviors, whether it was telling him who he could spend time with or subtly isolating him from his support system. The gradual corrosion of his social connections left Adam feeling increasingly dependent on her for validation.
Emma's manipulation extended beyond words or fights; it was their daily interactions. The constant emotional rollercoaster left him drained and disoriented. Adam had become used to walking on eggshells, terrified of setting off another emotional outburst.
Adam found himself grappling with a mix of anger and resentment. The secret of her pregnancy now added a new layer to their complicated history, one that threatened to entangle their lives again.
The heaviness of the past hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the emotional scars that had yet to fully heal. The silence in Emma's room mirrored the unresolved scars of their relationship, leaving Adam to confront the challenging path that lay ahead.
He thought he had ended this relationship for good but now, he truly couldn't leave. Knowing that if he wouldn't stay, she would raise the baby alone and he would live forever with the knowledge of his kid somewhere with her. If they were to be together again, even just to raise the baby, he would promise that he would try to shield the baby from his mother as much as he could.
Emma's eyes brimmed with tears as she pleaded, "Adam, I'll change. I promise. I never realized how much I hurt you until now. I want to be a better person, for you and for our child."
Adam hesitated, his gaze flickering between her tearful eyes and the haunting memories of their past. The room seemed to close in around him as he grappled with conflicting emotions.
"Okay, Emma." He sighed. She let out a sob of joy, bringing him in for a tight hug.
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JUNE 11, 2021
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Summer arrived quicker than either had expected and soon enough Emma was in third trimester. In the sterile confines of the white hospital room, Adam stood witness to the arrival of their daughter. It was a moment of transformation, where the happiness of newfound fatherhood collided with the stark reality of uncertainty. Emotions played on his face, he had no idea how he was going to deal with any of it.
But as soon as tiny newborn baby laid in his arms, all the worries and uncertainty had faded into background noise as he held her with all the care in the world.
In that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The worries, the uncertainties, the complexities—they all became distant as Adam cradled his daughter. Her tiny features, scrunched face, and the weight of her presence overwhelmed him, he couldn't help but tear up. She was perfect in every way. In that moment, he promised he would never let anyone hurt her in anyway possible.
He felt a surge of love, a protective instinct that whispered promises of care and unconditional devotion. The uncertainty that had clouded his thoughts seemed inconsequential in the face of the profound connection forged with this tiny being.
"She's perfect," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room. The fragility of the newborn, the embodiment of a shared history and a future full of unknowns, stirred something deep within him. All he knew was that he loved her more than anything even if he'd only held her for a few moments.
Emma, watching Adam with a mix of exhaustion and affection, couldn't help but smile. "She's got your eyes," she remarked, a tender note in her voice. His pretty, big blue eyes. The first thing anyone ever notices about him.
Adam nodded, his gaze fixed on the tiny features of his daughter. "Yeah? Well, she's got your everything else," he added, a gentle chuckle escaping him. The weight of fatherhood settled on his shoulders, but in that moment, it felt like a privilege.
The room seemed to shrink, focusing solely on this new family unit. The soft whimpers of the newborn, the beeping of the monitoring equipment, and the distant sounds of the hospital—all merged into the backdrop of a moment that felt suspended in time.
Emma looked at Adam with tired yet contented eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The room, once filled with the tension of labor, was now a cocoon of familial warmth.
Emma whispered, her voice hoarse from the exertion of childbirth, "She's beautiful, isn't she?"
As Adam and Emma marveled at the beauty of their newborn daughter, the hospital room's door creaked open, and Adam's parents entered with a blend of excitement and nervousness. His mother, a mix of emotions painted on her face, rushed forward to embrace Adam.
"Oh, Adam, sweetheart, you're a father!" she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming with unshed tears of joy.
Adam smiled warmly, hugging his mother. "Yeah, Mom. Meet..." His words died on tongue when he realized they hadn't picked out a name for her yet.
"We haven't decided on a name yet," Emma adds quietly as she yawns.
"What about Paloma? Like your grandmother. It's perfect, just look at her."
Adam's eyes met Emma's, and for a moment, a silent agreement passed between them. Paloma—the perfect name, a homage to his grandmother, a symbol of heritage and a new beginning. They exchanged a nod, and Adam turned back to his parents.
"Paloma," he said, a smile breaking across his face. "Her name is Paloma."
The decision settled like a warm blanket, wrapping around the newborn with a sense of identity. Paloma, their little dove, had found her name in the embrace of a moment filled with love and the promise of a shared journey ahead.
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Adam's frustration simmered beneath the surface as he and Emma found themselves ensnared in yet another argument. The air in the room crackled with tension, a silent precursor to the storm that was about to erupt. Paloma, blissfully unaware in her crib, slept soundly, while her parents grappled with the unresolved issues.
"I can't keep doing this, Emma," Adam muttered, his jaw clenched. The weight of unresolved issues hung heavily between them, each word an echo of past disagreements. "We need to talk."
Emma, her expression defensive, crossed her arms, a subtle defiance in her stance. "What's there to talk about, Adam? Everything's fine."
A bitter laugh escaped him with the weight of their shared history. "Everything's far from fine, and you know it. Paloma needs stability, and you can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."
Emma's eyes flashed with irritation. "I'm her mother, Adam. I know what's best for her."
Adam's jaw clenched, frustration palpable. "You barely spend time with her but refuse my help. Every time I ask you to be a part of her life, you find an excuse. This isn't fair to Paloma, and it's not fair to me especially when you dragged me into this in the first place."
Paloma stirred in her crib, a subtle reminder of the fragile peace that hung in the balance. The argument, a reflection of their complicated past, loomed over them, threatening to unravel the delicate threads that held their connection together.
Emma's gaze hardened, and she retorted, "I didn't force you into anything, Adam. You were a part of this too, remember?"
Adam's frustration escalated, his voice sharper. "I was a part of it because I wanted to be a father to Paloma, not because I wanted to be stuck in this cycle with you. I can't keep watching you push me away, I wanna be apart of her life-"
She scoffed, a bitter edge to her tone. "You act like I'm the bad guy here. I'm doing my best, Adam."
"You dragged me into this," he continued, a sharp edge to his tone. "I fought to be a part of Paloma's life because I wanted to, but you make it impossible. This isn't about us anymore; it's about her. You need to step up and be a mother, like you'd wanted to almost a year ago when you decided to have her."
Emma's eyes narrowed, defensive walls fortified. "I am her mother. But you don't get to dictate how I should do things. I have my own life, Adam-"
"And Paloma is a part of that life, whether you like it or not!" Adam yelled, the frustration in his voice reaching a boiling point. "I can't keep covering for you, Emma. My mom asks where you're at and half the time, I don't even fucking know. You can't just show up when it's convenient for you and disappear when it's not."
Paloma's soft cries began, the room filled with the sound of her distress, a reflection of the anger surrounding her. Adam's frustration transformed into determination. "I won't let you keep hurting her with your inconsistency, especially when she's old enough to remember. If you can't be a constant presence in her life, then maybe it's better if you're not a part of it at all."
The words hung in the air, a heavy proclamation that seemed to mark the unraveling of their already strained connection. Emma, caught between defiance and vulnerability, met Adam's gaze with a steely resolve, setting the stage for a tumultuous chapter in the story of Paloma's fractured family.
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slafkovskys · 9 months
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dorianthepresident on instagram posted a group pic!!! i saw it in the luke hughes tag :)
screaming crying throwing up (x)
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luxfrances · 9 months
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love these boys
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bbrissonn · 6 months
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lukey looks naked in the first pic 🤭 jack did him so wrong
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im so happy they’re thumbs up guys and not gang sign guys
also the luke’s back 🫠
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just-dino-maggie · 1 year
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Washing their hair
Sitting on the counter watching them brush their teeth / shave in the morning
Wearing their clothes
With Luke Hughes
Thank you so much for the request!! I really like this one so I hope you like it too!
Luke is constantly busy. School, hockey, and the guys take up so much of his time. There was a point on our relationship where I felt like I didn’t fit into his schedule. Like we just couldn’t work, then we started a routine and it’s perfect for us.
I wake up on my side with Luke’s body pressed against my back. We’re in his dorm squeezed into a tiny bed but I don’t mind it one bit. I try to pull away but he tightens his arm around my waist.
“Don’t leave,” He says. His voice is raspy and it’s incredibly attractive. The way he sounds in the morning always gets me.
I turn around a plant a kiss on his neck, “We need to get up. Will you take a shower with me?”
He doesn’t respond he just moves us off the bed, he takes my hand and walks me to the bathroom. He has his own connected to his dorm and I’m so grateful for it. We take a moment to brush our teeth. Standing next to each other in front of the small sink.
He starts the water for the shower, allowing it to warm up while he undresses me. I’m standing in his large t-shirt and some underwear. Still, he takes his time stripping me of those clothes planting soft kisses on my skin the entire time. He ushers me into the shower while he takes off his sweats and his boxers.
When he joins me in the shower we kiss softly for a while under the running water. Nothing feels better then this. “Can I wash your hair?” He asks holding my face in his hands.
“Please,” I respond. I turn my back to him allowing him to massage the shampoo into my scalp. It’s heavenly. His hands are so big yet so gentle. He rinses my hair and adds some conditioner to the ends. He waits a moment then washes it out as well. “Can I wash your hair now?”
He chuckles, “You can try.” Luke is quite a bit taller then me so I have to stand on a ledge. I steady myself by holding on to his sholder. I use the same shampoo on him. Taking my time to play with his hair.
He groans. “That bad?” I joke moving his hair under the water.
“That good,” he replies.
We take our time cleaning our bodies, moving in tandem. Washing each other or washing ourselves. As we stand there I let myself admire him. He works so hard to be the best and his body shows it. His body is made up of harsh lines and defined muscle. He’s stunning.
When we get out of the shower he drapes a large towel over my shoulders. I cross it over my chest and sit on the closed toilet. I watch him get out his shaving cream, after shave, and razor. He applies the shaving cream evenly and begins shaving his stubble. He doesn’t have much facial hair so he prefers being clean shaven.
He works quickly yet carefully moving the razor. His sharp jawline comes back into view when he wipes away some shaving cream. I forget that him and other boys my age are men. Like fully young men. Luke exemplifies the qualities of a good man almost all the time. Moments like this remind me how lucky I am.
When he’s finished he applies some after shave. He smells amazing. We tumble back into his room exchanging sweet kisses and even sweeter words. All that can be heard is breathless I love you’s and You’re perfect’s.
Leaving to go to class is a heartbreaking thing but it will be okay because we will do this again and again. Holding on to this time forever, the early mornings with the love of my life.
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lukevangelista · 7 months
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House Party at the hockey house!
a/n: okay i know you said party, and this is much less party than you probably wanted, but i'm throwing this back to fall '18 because i had another idea of how libby and quinn got together and it kinda resembles this, except much more condensed, and i still kinda wanted to write it. the entire reason i didn't want them to get together this way was because what ended up being posted was a lot more significant plot-wise
cw: some making out because it’s quinn and libby and that was always gonna be how they got together
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Despite the suffocating crowds and the blaring music that seemed to press against Libby's skin like a damp, humid day, she maneuvered through the house with ease—as though she'd memorized the floor plan within the first few days of Quinn settling there. Considering how much she'd helped him move in, however, it wouldn't be surprising if that was the case.
Someone grabbed Libby's arm, and her shoulders tensed, but a cursory glance over her shoulder only revealed Josh. She exhaled in relief, letting him pull her closer and lean into her ear, his voice a low rumble against the scene around them.
"Quinn hid some of your drinks upstairs and away from people if you want them," he said.
Libby met Josh's gaze with a spark in her eyes—the kind that could start a fire if she wanted to, excited and bright. Josh couldn't help but laugh as she thanked him and zoomed off to find the stairs. She'd only made it up one step when a couple came barreling. Her back barely pressed against the wall to escape them when they knocked her drink out of her hands.
"Fuck me," she sighed, glancing down at her white shirt that was soaked with whatever colorful concoction had been in her cup—she would rather not ask the guys what they'd put in the punch. Libby threw her head back against the wall, eyes falling shut for a moment.
Why did she think wearing a white shirt at a party was a good idea?
Downing whatever was left in her cup, Libby aborted her mission to find her hidden stash of alcohol and, instead, searched for Quinn. She walked past the game of beer pong, the living room couches, and the bathroom that was certain to be missing a toilet seat after the night was over, only to find him in the kitchen, talking with some of their friends.
Quinn's eyes flickered away from Nick, and his smile widened at the familiar blonde approaching them. Then his gaze dropped to the wet splotch on her shirt that clung to her chest like a second skin, her bra on display. He gulped, looking away quickly in hopes she hadn't noticed. But by the tired and annoyed expression that clung to every crevice of her face, it didn't seem like she did—or if she had, she didn't care.
Libby came up behind Quinn, briefly acknowledging Nick. Her hand comfortably settled on his side. "Hi, can I borrow a shirt?"
His chest constricted when it finally registered how close she was to him. Her warm and gentle fingers were delicate against the fabric of his shirt, and her breath tickled the slope of his neck. Her touch was innocent, nothing more than a way of getting his attention amidst the crowded space, yet his mind raced.
Her mere existence would always grab his attention.
Quinn blinked when Nick cleared his throat, a gentle reminder that he hadn't said anything. He didn't bother saying anything to his teammate before gently guiding Libby through the house, his hand on the small of her back as he angled his body in a last-ditch attempt at protecting her from eyes she hadn't wanted on her.
They made it to his room, and Quinn left to grab a damp washcloth from the bathroom, leaving Libby to scour through his closet. When he returned, she had already ditched her shirt, and his feet stuttered by the door.
Libby drew her bottom lip between her teeth, her skin seared with how Quinn's eyes trailed up and down her body—not critical, never critical. She stepped toward him, which seemed to snap him out of his stupor.
He held out the washcloth. "Do you want me to lea—"
"No, it's okay," she said, silently cursing herself for the desperation painfully evident in her tone—a swing to the poorly built wall that caged her feelings from him.
"Okay," Quinn whispered, delicate against the thickness of the air. He moved to sit on the edge of his bed, trying his best to look away and give her some privacy, but it was like the universe held his face in its hand and forced him to stare as she wiped away the sticky residue along her skin.
"I can feel you staring," she parroted the words he'd always told her. She lifted her gaze, and her lips hooked up when his skin flushed.
Quinn cleared his throat, finally breaking free from the universe's hold. "Can't help it," he mumbled, hearing the low thud of the washcloth dropping into the hamper. "You're just the prettiest thing I've ever seen."
Libby slipped her arms through his dark shirt, the material soft and pillowy against her figure. Her heart pounded against her ribs, almost painfully, with each step she took toward him, yet when she found herself standing between his legs, the storm passed, and all she felt were the calming waves of security she'd grown too comfortable around.
Too comfortable for her to claim they were just friends.
Quinn glanced up with those green eyes Libby loved. "It's true, you know?"
She cradled his face, uncaring if he could feel the speed at which her blood rushed through the vessels in her fingers. The seams around her heart were coming undone the longer she stared into his eyes, a kind of unraveling she welcomed like a refreshing sip of sweet tea on a warm summer day.
Everything within her seemed to scream what she felt, the desire and the love that roped her into him.
"What're you thinking?" he asked, grabbing her wrist and rubbing circles along her warm skin. "You're being quiet."
Libby chewed on her lip for a moment. "Can I do something?"
"Do whatever you want to me, Sunshine."
Not a second later, their lips connected—soft, sweet, and a little hesitant, as though Libby wasn't sure she'd heard him right. Her worries washed away when he grabbed her hip and pulled her onto his lap, pulled her closer to him. She tangled her fingers through his hair, and her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head at the sound of his low groan, muffled against the eager press of her lips.
His hand slid under her shirt, warm hands skimming across her fiery skin. Yet before he could think about lifting the shirt any higher, the door slammed open.
"Hey, did you find your—" Josh interrupted himself. His eyes switched between Quinn and Libby as she climbed off his lap, nearly tripping over herself. "Never mind. Looks like you found your man instead. I'll leave you to it. Don't forget to use protection!"
Libby slid her palm across her neck as the door closed behind Josh. "That's, um—You know, we should go down there."
Quinn stood up before she could scurry off and grabbed her arm. He pulled her back, watching the soft shade of pink bleed across her face as she came chest-to-chest with him. "Your man, huh?"
"Just ignore him," she spouted, eyes darting to the door. "You know Josh—always sayin' stuff—"
Her voice faded into a moan when Quinn captured her swollen lips with his, slower and gentler than the first time.
"We shouldn't do this," Libby whispered once they pulled away, her worries rushing back to her head. They were friends. Friends who grew up together, who knew each other's families like their own, who had years of history—good and bad—riding on their backs. Jumping over that line would change everything they knew.
The tension between Quinn's eyebrows faltered, yet he continued to kiss down her jaw. "Give me one good reason why we shouldn't."
Libby's eyes fluttered shut as her head lolled to the side, allowing Quinn to press his lips along her neck and feel the soft rumble of a moan from her throat. "'Cause we're just—"
Quinn paused, then lifted his head to look her dead in the eyes. "Please don't say we're just friends," he said with the type of vulnerability that could make the mightiest soldier falter. "Not after that."
Libby bit her lip in contemplation, eyes flickering between his. Time seemed to still in the few moments she took him in, from the quick rise and fall of his chest to his parted lips to the uncertainty swirling in the forest of his irises.
The eyes she swore she could stare into for the rest of her life. And suddenly, her worries about the impending change in her life didn't matter.
She wanted Quinn, and he was right in front of her.
Libby lowered her gaze as she reached for his calloused hand, trying to hide her smile when he squeezed her hand. When she looked up again, her lips pulled wider. "My man," she whispered.
The world seemed to sigh in relief, and a smile stretched across Quinn's face as he swept his thumb below her lips, wiping away her smudged lipstick. "Your man."
A dusting of pink sprinkled across Libby's cheeks. Her arms came around his neck, and she pecked his lips. "We should still probably head back down."
Quinn pouted, and Libby laughed.
"The night's still young, Squish," she simpered. "Still so much to do, so much to experience, so much to feel."
Quinn's wide eyes followed her as she opened his closet again, revealing the case of seltzers he'd gotten just for her. She grabbed a few cans before heading toward the door, notching her head for Quinn to join her, and he wasted no time doing so.
Downstairs, they rejoined their friends seamlessly, ignoring Josh's jesting looks. No one seemed to bat an eye at their affection, from the close press of their bodies to the longing glances and sweet whispers. In a house filled to the brim with people, it was as though they were in their own little world, just the two of them.
But as the night progressed, and the drinks continued to flow, with seemingly no shortage in sight, Libby was pulled in every direction, from the beer pong table she'd helped paint to the kitchen where a line of shot glasses awaited them, until finally, she was back in the living room.
Libby clinked her can against Jack's before they shotgunned its contents. A wide grin danced along her face as she held the crushed and empty can up, cheers announcing her victory.
"That's how we fuckin' do it!" Libby shouted over the thunderous music, giving Quinn an overzealous high-five. He threaded their fingers together and pulled her into his side, her laughs echoing angelically against his ear.
Jack wiped the corners of his mouth before burping, pounding his fist into his chest. "You gotta tell me how you shotgun seltzers so well."
"That's a secret." She winked.
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nick " i don't think so" blankenburg postgame | nov 10, 2022
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fantillisdaylight · 4 months
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heart is finally home
nick blankenburg x fantilli!sister reader
word count: 1,040 words
warnings: none
summary: nick finally home in columbus with his heart
when Adam was drafted to columbus, i knew it was fate. my brother was just drafted to the team that took my boyfriend a year ago.
columbus signed Nick after he graduated from michigan. it wasn’t easy, as injuries plagued him and took him out for that first season.
it was rough still being at michigan while he was in columbus.
i had my brothers for my final year but i always missed Nick.
sitting at the draft, i prayed to anyone or anything that would listen for my brother to not go to anaheim.
the plan was in motion for me to move to columbus to be with Nick since i had graduated a few months back.
my heart would be split three ways if he went to anaheim.
Nick in columbus with me but Luca in michigan and Adam in anaheim.
the breath of relief i let out when anaheim said Leo and not Adam.
i cried when columbus said Adam Fantill.
Lauren came running up to us once he was back with us and said that Nick was on the phone.
“hey dude. welcome to columbus.” he said to Adam and Adam just laughed.
weeks went by and we started the preparations for Adam and i to both move to columbus.
the plan changed in that Nick would stay living with KJ and Adam and i would move in together.
everything was perfect until it wasn’t.
Nick was sent down to the Cleveland Monsters and my heart went with him.
i no longer had my boyfriend with me and he was once again almost 4 hours away from me.
i was mad.
it wasn’t fair, but that’s professional hockey.
we made it work, just like we did the year before.
i didn’t know he was called up.
Adam kept it from me.
KJ kept it from me, and i didn’t even know he could keep his mouth shut.
i didn’t know until i got to the arena.
i got to the arena and was immediately bombarded by Lauren.
“you, change now.” she said to me.
i just blinked at her.
“ugh y/n i love you but change quickly please.” is all she said as she threw a jersey at me.
it was Nick’s.
“why are you giving me Nick’s jersey?” i asked her.
“because, my beautiful girl. Nick is playing in the game tonight.” Lauren said to me.
“i’m sorry. i misheard you. it sounded like you just said that Nick was called up and is here in this arena,” i said to her.
she just smiles and nods.
“HE IS HERE?” i scream and she laughs and says yes.
i don’t get to see him until after the game, but nothing was better than seeing him on the ice in the arena he belongs in, alongside my brother.
once the game was over, Lauren came to get me.
we ran into Adam first.
“hi baby brother. great game. beautiful goals. i love you. move.” i say to him practically shoving him out of the way.
he looks at Lauren.
“she has known me 19 years. she has only known him 4. i’m chopped liver.” he says to her.
she just pats his shoulder.
“yeah, cause he looks like that.” Lauren says to him.
“yeah, but i look like i do.” he says to her.
“that’s true and while you are yummy, she thinks you are gross.” Lauren says to him.
“oh yummy huh?” Adam says to her.
“okay ew, seriously. stop flirting with each other and get my boyfriend so i can flirt with him and do more. actually Adam, go stay with Laine for the night.” i say to them.
i just hear Adam groan in disgust but walks off to go get Nick.
KJ walks out.
“absolutely the fuck not. GO AWAY. give me my boyfriend.” i say to him.
“i had him first.” KJ says to me
“i wouldn’t put it past any of you idiots to have done shit together.” i say to him and that shuts him up.
finally after what felt like a lifetime, i get Nick.
i don’t even think Adam, KJ, and Lauren even saw that he was already out until i was moving to be in front of him.
“you are here. you played tonight. you are here,” is all i say to him before i basically jump on him, and just like always he catches me.
“i didn’t want you to know. i wanted to surprise you,” he says to me as he squeezes me hard.
he finally puts me down.
“i’m not mad, i promise. it’s been weeks since i have seen you and i don’t care how it happened.” i say to him.
he just smiles before he leans down to catch my lips in his.
the kiss i’ve longed for for weeks.
the kiss that felt like my heart was being mended.
the kiss that felt like everything.
we finally pull apart and he just sighs
“god, i’ve missed you.” he says to me.
i kiss his nose.
“alright you guys, let’s go get food. i’m hungry.” KJ says behind us.
we all just laugh.
“dude, you are always hungry.” Nick says to him and KJ just rolls his eyes.
we ended up all back at mine and Adam’s apartment, all laughing and joking around.
telling Adam stories about all the adventures we got up to when we were all at michigan before my brothers got there.
Adam left with KJ so that Nick and i could have some time alone.
the rest of the night was perfect.
champagne, snacks, cuddles, and sex.
it was the perfect night with him and something i needed so badly and i know he did too.
“you know what it feels like being back?” he asks me and i shake my head.
“it feels like my heart finally came home.” he says to me as he kisses me.
“i couldn’t agree more.” i say to him.
“now how do we convince the organization to keep you forever.” i ask him.
“i just have to play my hardest.” he says to me.
“please do cause my heart can’t take you going away again.” i say to him.
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