Ellie Gf Headcanons

ellie gf headcanons

# modern au. im in luv with her. this is so long oh my god its an illness

did karate from 1st grade all the way up to high school and basically considers herself your bodyguard

immediately offers you her hoodie without a second thought when you show the slightest signs of being cold. she lets you keep it too, of course. what kind of girlfriend would she be if she didn’t ???!!!!

she needs either your hands on her or her hands on you at all times. sosososo touchy and BIG on pda her kisses are inescapable. constantly has an arm around you or resting on your waist… the whole world needs to know. she’s actually insufferable i’m sorry but in the most endearing way ever how can you resist

“would you still love me if i was a ____???” she wants a serious answer too

genuinely thinks ur the prettiest person alive. which is kind of the bare minimum but she worships you truly

happy with any sort of date as long as it’s with you. fancy dinner? this is the only reason she keeps a suit and tie. staying in? what movie do you want, babe? running errands? she’s already waiting for you in the car!!!

speaking of cars she drives an old station wagon which used to be joel’s. ellie used to moan about how lame it was until you said that the back was perfect for sitting together during camping or stargazing…. and other activities too ;) wink wonk

gets flustered when she makes you flustered because you’re telling her that SHE did that?? she made u nervous??? shit man now shes blushing too

her love language is gifts she loves to spoil you with your favourite snacks and soft toys and even homemade gifts. she just wants you to see her in your room and have her on your mind as much as you’re in hers!!

it’s no secret that she’s an artist and it’s also no secret that her favourite subject to draw is youuu!!! her favourite thing to do is just have you sit across from her and draw what she sees

of course naturally that means she takes tons of pictures of you… to study for her drawings… and keep in her special photo album of you… and to look at when she misses you. Ofc

makes fun of you/teases you sometimes. she can be a mean bitch to other people but she would never actually hurt your feelings and you know that

ellie hates goodbyes. even if it’s after spending a full day together and you’re going to see her soon anyways… i just know she’s the kind of person who feels empty after hanging out with someone.

calls and texts about everything… and it’s always so cute :( she definitely has autocaps on

ellie: I drew you again!!

ellie: Hey babe I saw this funny bird it reminded me of u

ellie: I miss you so much. When can I see you again?

ellie: These cats r like us lol

keeps a pet gecko or something like that for sure. it’s you guys’ baby

her top two movie genres are horror and romance after that. the only reason romance is that high up is because it reminds her of you

does stupid romcom shit like hold a boombox outside your window. makes you mixtapes even though CDs are basically extinct (joel has a player thank god). corny pickup lines. asks you to be her valentine publicly. runs to your house in the rain. dances with you in said rain.

when she gets sick it’s like the end of the world omg… she needs u to be at her side 24/7 and hold her and keep her company and give her get well soon kisses, it’s essential to her recovery. doctors orders. he said it not her!

gets along so well with your friends and family. she does her research and takes this shit seriously! whatever it takes to make you happy because what’s better than watching your girlfriend get along with the people you love

she also takes her own family seriously - family time is important to her and she spends a lot of time with joel. it’s even better when you can join, some of her best memories are with the two of you

“i’m happy as long as you’re happy”

pet names galore. her personal favourite is just babe (classic) but when she likes others too (sweetheart, honey, darling etc she’s so cheesy it’s awful)

in conclusion she’s just a clingy sappy lesbian who’s absolutely head over heels for you. and you wouldn’t have it any other way <33

bonus: (these tweets that are so ellie)

your recent hcs have me thinking of getting married to professor!abby and what your wedding would be like 🥹💔

omg! stop that’s so cute | find the fic this drabble is based on here 🍒

cw: 18+ ; mdni, oral r!receiving, mentions of alcohol but mostly just fluffy Abby content

an: yayy ny first ask, this was fun :) all ask/request responses will be under the tag {#sugar answers 🌸} also these cute cherry dividers are from @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

let’s say in an alternate universe Abby doesn’t live the bachelor lifestyle and you never get married to someone else…

A couple of months into your secret ‘situationship’ I think she’d blurt out her true feelings. You’d be in her massive california king, cuddled up after she fucked the living daylights out of you. An old movie might be on, you’d be refueling for round two with snacks and she would get this warm feeling in her chest. This desire to be all domestic and happy with you forever. And when you smile up at her, lips stained with cherry juice, face still warm and eyes glossy from your orgasms, she just can’t handle it.

“I love you.” She’d whisper, no hesitation, just bold and honest.

Of course you keep your relationship a secret for the next year until you graduate. She loves teaching and if she ever had to give that up because of you, though shes offered many times, you’d never forgive yourself.

Abby proposes to you on your graduation day. You’re at your favorite restaurant, all your family and friends there and she’s nervous for a public proposal but she knows you’ll say yes. She leads you out to the outdoor dining area, which is completely deserted (little did you know she hired out the entire restaurant, just for you.) You’re still in your graduation gown, a flower from the bouquet she got you tucked behind your ear and the glow of the string lights above you cast the most beautiful shine on Abby’s face. She looks radiant. You’re so distracted and happy that you don’t notice her getting down on one knee. You blink down at her, mouth hanging open not sure if all of its real. Knowing Abby, she has some big romantic speech prepared, with quotes from her favorite books and your favorite films, but when she’s sees your smile it all flies out of her head. She speaks form the heart and tells you she’s never met anyone like you, and will never meet anyone like you again, and when you find a good thing you need to hold on to it and never let it go.

Your throw your arms around her and you both collapse into a heap on the wooden deck, “Yes. Yes. Yes. A million times yes.” You scream, vision swimming with tears. Abby never actually gets a chance to put the ring on you because soon the chaos of all your shared friends and family swarm you both. She finally gets to slide it onto your ring finger on the walk back home, and you’re speechless, watching the glimmer from the diamond as it catches the glow of the streetlights.

You’re wedding is intimate, on a rooftop downtown, with a small guest list of all the most important people in your lives. Abby wears a traditional black tux with her late fathers cufflinks and his old navy bow tie (her something blue), and when she sees you walking down the aisle she immediately bursts into tears. Your vows include many a literary reference and when the officiate announces that it’s time to kiss the bride Abby grabs you so tight and pulls you into a bruising kiss, holding you like her life depends on it.

You sneak in a quick fuck before the reception because you guys just can’t keep your hands off each other. You giggle at the image of her buried under a mass of white fabric as she presses her tongue to your pussy, but you’re not laughing anymore when her fingers join the party and you come quickly, vision crossed and lips swollen.

You have your first dance to ‘La vie en rose,’ of course, and you tear up when you realize you get to spend the rest of your life with her.

You get way too drunk at the after party and Abby comforts you while you sob in her arms in your hotel suite about how much you love her. She’ll pet your head while it’s in the toilet bowl and hold your hair back when all the champagne you had makes a reappearance. You get on a plane in the morning to your honeymoon in London, where you explore every bookstore you can find and come home with a suitcase full of new additions for your home library.

You adopt another puppy, and Darcy is happy to have a little sibling. You name her Emma and you insist on snuggling with her at every possible moment, so much so that abby gets a little jealous and makes a no dogs in the bed rule because she wants to be the one holding you at night. You compromise and let her be the big spoon, you in the middle, both dogs snuggled under your arm. You move into her apartment and start co hosting her dinner parties, and Abby loves to break out the wedding album when she’s had too much wine and regale her guests with your love story.

She loves to see little pieces of you in her home. Your home, now. She loves when you wear her pj’s and drink all her coffee. She loves seeing your books next to hers on the shelves.

She just loves you.

15 years later at your university reunion, you stand by Abby’s side, admiring the handsome angle of her face while she talks to old students, smiling when they ask you the story of how you guys met. She’ll smirk down at you knowingly, before you sheepishly admit that you fell in love with your professor.

what i need....

family: therapy

me: no, hardcore lesbian sex rn

Texts w/ scumbag abby :(

idk how to do this?? be nice to me i’ve never posted anything like this. if ur mean i’ll cry thanks

warnings: abby being a pos idk? manipulative! abby

i never thought you’d happen to me - 1

part two / part three

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. smut (part two), fluff, bit of angst. time travel via magic. dad!bucky and mom!reader. steve x nat. some morally dubious homemade porn viewing 💀 (part two). if i’m missing anything that should be tagged, please lmk!

words: just a bit over 6k.

notes: this idea came from a prompt post i saw not too long ago and coincidentally fell into some bingo spots for my @the-slumberparty bingo card.

fair warning: this is so completely self indulgent and a little trope overload lol but i had such a good time working on it and it was fun to write so who really cares 😌 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. please let me know what you think! 🥰

It’s another late Friday night as you and the team lounge around the common room, nearly empty takeout containers scattered around the table, glasses and bottles of your drinks much the same. There’s a movie no one is watching playing on the large screen as the current conversation around you continues.

You’re not sure how telling a story from your last mission with Bucky has turned into this once again, but here you are. Another cute remark from Sam about his expectancy to be in the wedding party earns him another glare from you.

“Hey, you side-eye now but in ten years you’ll look back and realize how right we all were,” he says, elbowing Bucky slightly. “Tinman by your side,” he adds with a grin - clearly amused with himself.

“That is not my future,” you say with a humorless chortle.

“I can show you your future,” Wanda speaks from her spot on the couch, everyone turning their heads at once to look at her. She’s been unusually quiet the past few minutes - not engaging much in the conversation as she observed it instead. She takes another sip of her wine as she meets your gaze, foot swinging lazily as she keeps one leg crossed over the other.

She tilts her head at you while you eye her with a raised brow, a look of incredulity on your face.

“What?” she questions, confused at not only yours, but everyone’s, lack of response.

“Come on,” you laugh lightly, brushing her off.

“I’m serious.”

“Wanda, I don’t need to see what my future looks like to know that Bucky will be playing no part in it.”

A round of scoffs, snickers and a groan erupt from around the living room as you roll your eyes. You catch Bucky, seated across from you, doing the same as you turn your face.

“You’re all very funny, and I’m glad you’re amused with yourselves, but I can’t sit here and listen to the same inane conversation over again, soooo,” you pause for a breath, “I’m going to bed,” you clap as you stand from your spot on the couch.

“Look, I don’t speak for everyone, but I am not joking in the slightest,” Kate laughs as she leans back into her seat. Aiming finger guns at you and Bucky, “You guys,” she says, “are endgame.”

“And you, my friend, are drunk.”

Another round of laughs before the previous chatter resumes among the group, a story of misadventure now being told from Parker’s perspective, and you can hear Stark’s interjections already.

You grab your empty glass and head to the kitchen, Wanda following shortly after you.

“You’re stubborn,” she says with no preamble.

You turn with a quirked brow, “Am I?”

“Very. So much so, I think I may need your permission.”

“Sorry...uhm, for?” you ask, clearly confused.

“I think you should see it.” Your face falls slack at her words as you turn back to finish washing out your glass.

“Wanda, -” you go to laugh again.

“No, actually,” she stops you, correcting herself, “you need to see it. You’re stunting yourself. You’re constantly getting in your own way. I think it’d be good for you, to see what you can have if you finally allow it to come to you.”

You're quieted by her sincerity for a moment, half because you weren’t taking any of the previous conversation seriously, and half because you didn’t think it was something she was actually capable of doing. In fact, you still didn’t. But if she wanted to try, who were you to argue.

“Uhhh,” you begin, shaking your head lightly, “I mean, if you really want to, then, go for it, I guess. You have my permission.”

“Good,” she smiles, turning to walk back out to the other’s.

“Wow, wait,” you stop her, “like, what exactly are you gonna do?”

“Just a swap,” she says simply. “A day in the life of your future self. You don’t have to do anything, just go to sleep tonight and you’ll see.”

Your eyes narrow in thought, “...This isn’t dangerous, right?”

“No, not at all. You guys will be fine. 24 hours and you’ll wake up in your own beds, safe and sound. I promise.”

She smiles and flits away quickly. You shake your head at yourself again, still unsure what exactly you’ve agreed to. And it isn’t until you’re walking down the hallway back to your room that what she said actually catches up to you.

You guys will be fine?

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, glancing back to find Bucky coming down the hall. You swallow hard and turn back around, not far from your door.

“Stalker much?” you say without facing him, earning a scoff in return.

He’s barely a step behind you now, though his sudden proximity is not all that surprising. You’ve grown used to his stealth.

“In your dreams.”

“More like waking nightmares. Every time I turn around it’s like you’re always just right there.”

“Maybe if you didn’t put yourself into jeopardy every five minutes I wouldn’t have to shadow you so often.”

You’re walking side by side and you get to your door as he speaks. You turn on him, instantly irritated.

“Are you being serious?” you level at him. He doesn’t respond. “How are you still hung up on Belarus? It was one mission. That was not on me, I didn’t fuck up. No one else saw them coming, either,”

“I did.”

“Well, sorry I’m not as infallible as the one and only Bucky Barnes,” you speak exaggeratedly, annoyance clear in your tone. “You still act like I’m some kind of liability. I’ve been careful. I’m riding a lengthy no injury streak and we’ve still yet to fail a single mission. After how many assignments we’ve been on together, you think you’d start taking me more seriously.”

“I never said I didn’t take you seriously. Just think sometimes you’re still a little too cocky for your own good.”

“For the thousandth time, I’m not clueless, Barnes. I don’t need you monitoring my every move. Not during training, not on missions, and definitely not walking down a hallway at night. I think I can handle getting to my room alone. Or is assuming that too cocky of me?” you ask with a tilt of your head, sarcasm dripping off your tongue.

You don’t wait for a response before you turn to your door and let yourself in, snapping it shut behind you.

You flick on the light and are quickly greeted by a room that is… definitely not yours. You pause for a second, taking in your surroundings before you deflate with a sigh, following it up with a deep breath. You turn the light back off and then turn back around to the door. You wait for a second longer with your hand on the handle before you force yourself to exit the room.

Just like you knew he would be, Bucky is still standing right where you left him; a stupid smirk on his stupidly handsome face.

“Wrong room,” he says.

“Fuck off,” you grumble as you walk a little further down the hall, to your actual door.

“Goodnight to you, too,” Bucky says as he continues to his own room, not far from you. You send him a glare and a “hmph” before shutting your door and getting ready for bed.

You’re not helpless. You’re not clueless. You’re damn good at what you do. But fuck if Bucky doesn’t have a knack for knocking you off kilter with a single look.

—-

It’s a soft shaking that wakes you from your peaceful sleep. You’re so comfortable, you don’t want to move - you don’t even want to blink open your eyes. But the shaking comes again. Your brows furrow as your arms tighten around your pillow and you cuddle further into it.

Only it’s not your pillow.

It takes a second for you to process that instead, it’s a warm body you’re pressing yourself against before your eyes snap open.

You look up and find a confused Bucky staring down at you.

When your eyes meet, though, there’s a bit of softness there. And as you take in his face, you relax a bit again. His presence beside you is at once comforting as it is confounding.

“What are you doing?” you both ask at the same time - only furthering your confusion.

You suddenly realize you’re still wrapped around him and quickly sit up and give him space.

“Why are you in my bed?” you ask as you rub your eyes with the palms of your hands.

“I was gonna ask you the same thing,” he says as he looks around, “but I don’t think we’re at the tower.”

You look up and blink away the fuzziness. Then it hits you.

“Oh shit,” you murmur.

“What? You know where we are?” he asks as he stands and starts looking around, inspecting the room. “Better yet, how the hell we got here?”

“Maybe…Would you believe me if I said we might possibly be in the future?”

Bucky turns and looks at you incredulously.

“Wanda,” you speak at the same time.

“For fuck’s sake,” he says as he runs a hand over his face.

“In my defense,” you begin, “when I agreed to this, I didn’t think she’d be able to do it. I also didn’t think it’d involve anyone else..”

“What do you mean you agreed to this? What is this?”

“She said I needed to see the future. It’d be good for me, or whatever, so I said okay. She said it was uh, a future swap? 24 hours. Day in the life and then I’d wake up back in my own bed the next day.”

“And you agreed to it?”

“Fuckin’, yeah, obviously,” you huff. “I didn’t think it’d be.. Real? I don’t know.”

“So, so what? We’re stuck in some unknown future for the next 24 hours?”

“What part of ‘I don’t know’ do you not understand?”

“Why would you agree to something like this without fully knowing what it is you’re agreeing to? This is exactly what I’m talking about when I say-”

“Spare me, Barnes. It’s Wanda, okay? We’re fine. It’s 24 hours, and I’m assuming that clock started when we fell asleep last night, so really it’s only…,” your voice dies down as you look to the clock on the bedside table. The time isn’t what catches your eye, though.

No.

It’s the framed photo behind it that derails your train of thought.

“No fucking way,” you breathe as you grab it in disbelief.

You stare at the photo of you and Bucky, a close up of you in a sweet embrace, adorning soft smiles as you share a chaste kiss, your left hand touching his cheek, and what you can only assume is a wedding ring sitting pretty on your finger.

This has to be some kind of dream. That’s it. You’re dreaming. Duh. Your hand moves before your mind does and you slap yourself in your face as hard as you can manage, sure it’ll wake you up and you’ll be back in the tower, in your own bed, alone.

“What the fuck?!” Bucky exclaims in surprise as you wince slightly and hold your cheek as it stings. He walks over to you, becoming more tentative as you look up at him.

“‘M not dreaming. Are you?”

“No, I’m wide awake, believe me,” he says as he gets closer. “Don’t slap me, either.”

You eye him harshly before handing him the frame.

“Well, it.. Explains why you’re here, at least,” you say, voice quieter than you intended as your thoughts were still reeling. “We’re not just in my future, we’re in-”

“Our future,” he finishes as he stares at the photo himself.

“Yeah.”

“So, our room…” he says more to himself than to you. He makes his way around the room, pulling open drawers and looking in the closet as you stand and head for the bathroom.

You meet yourself in the mirror, sure enough, you still look the same. You’re you.

Walking back out into the room, you head for the window, pulling back the curtain. As you peer out, you’re expecting to see a skyline, or city street, but instead you’re met with the view of an open yard.

You pull away from the window in surprise, “Are we in a house?”

You turn to Bucky, who turns to face you. You both head to the bedroom door, you following behind him as he takes the lead.

It’s a house. Definitely a house.

The bedroom door leads to a long hallway, three doors along the right back wall, another door at the far end opposite your own, and to the left of that, on the left wall, is another room.

In the middle of the hallway is an opening, and you and Bucky turn there without inspecting any of the other rooms.

You find yourselves in a living room, before walking into the kitchen.

“We should look around,” you say in a whisper - why, you aren’t sure.

“What exactly are you planning on finding?” he questions as you pull open a drawer, sifting around.

“I don’t know? More information. Like what we’re doing here. What we do. What year it is. Maybe we learn something and it’ll send us home sooner? I don’t know, just, something,” you answer, on edge already by being surrounded by the unknown and only growing more agitated at his every word.

“Why are you getting mad at me?”

“I’m not getting-,” you stop yourself, taking a breath, “sorry. Okay? I thought you were trying to be a dick,”

“Why do you assume I’m being a dick?” he asks, annoyed himself now.

"Because you always act like a fucking dick!", you nearly yell as you slam the kitchen drawer shut.

"Fucking dick!"

You both freeze at the high, sweet-sounding voice that comes from behind you. Your brows furrow as you glance at Bucky, his reaction to the mirthful echo much the same as yours, before you both slowly turn around.

The sight you're met with has you both frozen in shock.

A set of twin toddlers clad in matching pajamas, both of whom bear a striking resemblance to you and Bucky, are staring at you both.

You can't explain why, but your heart is gripped by the mere sight of them. It's something more than just their cuteness, it's something instinctual. How it's possible, you're not sure, but you know, somehow, that they're really yours. Future or not, those are absolutely your kids.

It seems with each passing moment, you and Bucky are left more and more stunned by how your future is turning out, but as you notice the little boy's eyes watering and the pout on his little lips as he looks right at you, you can't seem to care about anything else.

“Hey, buddy,” you squat down and hold your arms open for him, and he waddles to you right away as his eyes well more and more. He hugs you, still pouting as he cuddles into your chest and you hold him tightly as you stand, exchanging another glance with Bucky who looks nearly stupefied until the soft voice of the girl rings out once again.

Your eyes shoot to her as she twirls around clumsily, a chant of "fucking dick" leaving her lips over and over before she starts to tilt, seemingly having made herself dizzy. You're about to gasp, moving forward instinctually as you watch her wobble a bit more, but she's in Bucky's arms in an instant as he grabs her before she falls.

"Woah, there, sweetheart," he says with a small laugh as she dramatically goes limp in his arms. An exhausted breath leaves her little lungs as she breathes out the repetition one final time. She then lifts her tiny hand up to Bucky’s cheek, effectively slapping him as she plants it, blinking up at him. “What’s this?” she asks him curiously as she smooshes his face, feeling his stubble.

“Uhh…It’s hair. I haven’t shaved - Ow,” he exaggerates when she interrupts him and pats his cheek again, a bit harder this time, though you know it didn’t hurt him in the slightest. It makes the girl laugh, though.

“You should shave, Daddy,” she advises, pulling a face.

Her words pull a breathless laugh from him as he gazes down at the small girl, a lump forming in his throat as he takes everything in. He feels crazy, but he can see you in her, and he can see himself, too. Her and her brother, they both look like the perfect little combinations of the two of you. And they’re both so comfortable with you guys. So at ease and uninhibited, just like children should be..

It’s a stark contrast to how he grew up and he can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment, of pride, knowing that he isn’t repeating the cycle he swore would die with him.

He’d stopped letting his mind wander to what if futures long ago, but when he did imagine what it’d be like to have a family of his own, this is the kind of peace he longed for. The happy, settled down future he was sure he’d never have.

And you.

Your hand has been mindlessly rubbing the boy's back in an effort to comfort him as he cuddles into you, that never faltering pout pulling every string your heart has as Bucky attends to the girl relaxing in his arms.

"Linc's sad, Mommy," the girl says, pointing at her brother. The title has you swallowing hard, your heart clenching at how sweetly she calls to you.

Linc?... Must've been Bucky, you think briefly before you gently pull him away from you slightly so you can see him better, his bleary blue eyes peering up at you.

"Why are you yelling at Daddy?" he pouts still. Your brows furrow and mouth parts on an inhale, as if you're going to answer him, but nothing comes out as you try and think of what you can say. His innocent question stumping you.

"It's alright, pal, we were just kiddin' around," Bucky offers as he gets closer to you both. You look at him, a bit guilty but thankful for the save.

"Can we have pancakes, Daddy?" the girl asks as she wriggles around like a worm in his hold.

"Pancakes! Please!" Linc smiles as he continues hanging onto you, seemingly happy with Bucky's defense of you - any qualms he had long forgotten as he’s now focused on the mention of pancakes for breakfast.

"Sure," you answer for him, acquiescing easily with a smile before looking to Bucky with wide eyes.

You’re not entirely sure how exactly this all happens, but somehow you end up married with two kids. As shocking as it is, and as confused as you are about how, a part of you is grateful - maybe even happy - that Bucky is here. He may be an ass a lot of the time, overbearing and micromanaging your every move, but you guys have been through hell and back together. Partners from the very start of your time as an Avenger. If you’re being honest, this future makes more sense than you previously wanted to admit.

In an attempt to not freak out the twins, you know you have to play the part. Act like nothing is out of the ordinary and that you are indeed their mom. You are, technically, but you don’t have any idea what the hell you’re doing or what’s wholly needed of you. You’ve nannyed before, though. You know the basics..

"Have we brushed our teeth yet?" you ask the twins, sure the answer is a "no". Your and Bucky's arguing clearly is what woke them up, the yelling must have led them out here from their room.. Rooms?

"Mhm," the girl hums, though just from looking at her, the lie is evident as she avoids looking directly at you.

"Don't lie, Ellie," her brother chastises.

Ellie.. That must've been me, you think with a twitch of a smile before you set Linc down.

"Alright, go with Buc- your dad, and I'll start on the pancakes," you instruct before the twins burst out in giggles. You frown, brows furrowing as you watch them, hoping they'll let you know what exactly is so funny.

"No, we want daddy's pancakes, Mommy!"

"With chocolate chips and syrup!"

"Yeah, they want Daddy's pancakes, Mommy," Bucky taunts with a smirk as you shoot him an annoyed look. He seems a lot more comfortable now than he was a few minutes ago, and you can’t help but notice how easily he seems to be taking this; easing into his role in this place and time. He’s good.

"What's wrong with my pancakes?" you press the toddlers.

"Daddy's are better, but it's okay, your grilled cheese is the best,"

"Yeah! Oh, can we have grilled cheese for lunch, Mommy? Please, please, pleeease," Ellie begs cutely, leaning to you while still in Bucky's hold.

You huff a laugh, agreeing as Bucky sets Ellie down to follow you.

"See if you can find anything," you tell him as you meet his eye before following after the tikes pulling on your hands.

"Don't forget the chocolate, Daddy!"

Bucky watches as you're led to the bathroom before he starts moving around the kitchen. He's about to start looking around for more information on when exactly you are, and the kind of life you’re living, but thinks better of it for now. He'd rather not have two toddlers throw a fit over unfinished pancakes on top of everything else he's trying to wrap his head around at the moment.

He finds the pantry and grabs all the ingredients he needs for his mom's pancake recipe - the one he knows by heart- and gets to work on the batter. The chatter from the kids and you in the bathroom floats into the kitchen and he can’t help but smile at the sound of your voice as you talk to them.

He soon loses himself in the simplicity of the task at hand, and how nice it is to be here like this. He's in pajamas on a Saturday morning, making breakfast for his family as they start their day..

Seems entirely unreal, but a dream nonetheless. And as if that wasn’t enough to have his thoughts in a flurry, he still can't shake the feeling of how nice it was waking up with your soft body pressed against his. Opening his eyes to discover the warmth beside him was you. He was confused at first, wondering when and how you’d gotten into his room, but more so concerned about the why. He watched you for a minute before he noticed the bedding draped over the both of you. It wasn’t his and when he looked around the room, he realized he had no idea where you guys were. You were wrapped around him as you laid together in the comfy king bed, and it took him a second to try to wake you up. He knew he had to, of course, but if he was honest, he didn’t want the feeling to end. Your hold on him was comforting and he was completely at ease in your embrace, circumstances be damned. It was a feeling he hadn't felt in ages.

Though, that wasn’t entirely true. He remembers the last time he felt that way, and of course it was with you. You were stuck in a shoddy motel off the highway during a storm, the crappy jeep you’d been traveling in finally gave out half way through your drive back to the compound and you guys had no choice but to crash for the night. Of course the motel only had one singular room available with one singular bed. After some back and forth, you both decided you’d just share. It was big enough for the two of you, with space in between. When Bucky woke up that next morning, though, he found himself holding you tightly from behind, your arms wrapped over his as you slept peacefully in his embrace. He remembers the heat that crept up his neck and the flurry in his stomach that he still refuses to acknowledge as butterflies. He quickly loosened his hold and slipped away from you before you could even bat an eye. You were still none the wiser. He thought about that morning a lot after it happened.

He wondered what would’ve happened if you had woken up, too. What you would’ve said, what he could’ve said to you if he’d finally gotten out of his own way..

He can’t dwell on it anymore, though. He hasn’t. He won’t.

Except maybe he does.

And seeing as this is your future together, he thinks maybe that’s not as hopelessly embarrassing as he’s made himself believe it is.

And god, the sight of those kids. The warmth that bloomed in his chest as he took in their faces, he honestly was worried he would start crying if he stared too long. He had long given up on the idea of starting a family, he didn't think this life would ever be in the cards for him, and especially not with you.

But as he stood pouring chocolate chip pancake batter into a sizzling pan, he was struck by how right it felt.

Obviously, it wasn't right, neither of you should be here right now, and it made him wonder where exactly the future you and him were.

As soon as the thought went through his head, a tablet he hadn’t taken notice of on the back counter dinged.

He flipped the pancakes before he went to get the pad, taking the tablet in his hands. His face unlocked the device easily and opened up to his email account.

He clicked on the new, unread message from.. you?

—-

Hey Bucky.

Wanda says this is unnecessary but if I know me, I’m still probably freaking out internally. So, just letting you know that everything's fine. Or so she says.

We're gonna be back to our respective places in time come tomorrow.

I know waking up in the future - especially our future - may be hard to wrap your heads around, but it’s a hell of a lot better than waking up alone to a preening Wanda staring at you, trust me.

And you guys aren’t as oblivious as you try to be. You know, deep down, exactly why you’re there. Together. - and why it isn’t all that crazy.

And this goes without saying, but obviously, take care of the kids. Eleanor and Lincoln. If you haven’t found them yet, they’ll find you, I’m sure.

Today at 2pm, you need to drop them off at 7314 Wisteria Drive. That's Steve and Nat's house - so don't make it weird. They're keeping the kids so we can celebrate our anniversary.

Funny how that lines up..

So, anyway, apparently all we need to do on both ends is enjoy the 24 hour downtime. We’ll be waking up in our own beds before we know it.

Okay.

Bye.

(I’d say I love you but I don’t wanna freak you out. x)

—

Bucky just stares down at the email blankly while his brain tries to catch up. He's gonna have to have you read it yourself. Before he can fixate on that last line in particular, he can smell the browning of the pancakes.

His attention quickly returns to the food as he starts to plate it, shutting off the burner. The kiddie plates he finds in a cabinet earn a half smile from him as he cuts up the pancakes for the kids and spots their booster seats, placing the plates before them.

He hears them before he sees them as they come down the hallway, all laughs.

You appear just after they do, a look on your face he can't turn away from. Your soft smile and the adoration swimming in your eyes as you watch your kids, both of them waiting to be lifted up to sit down, is.. beautiful.

He catches himself staring before he turns his focus back to the table, lifting Eleanor into her seat before lifting Lincoln in his, earning a "thank you, daddy," from each of them in return, a wave of astonishment and pride coming over him yet again. He’s not sure if he’ll ever get used to that.

You listen as they talk back and forth about their pancakes and their laughter when they start playing with one another as they eat their lightly syruped bites.

You stand by Bucky, absentmindedly grabbing a pancake and biting into it, stopping almost immediately as the fluffiness catches you off guard. God, they were so right. These are amazing.

"Good, right?" Bucky's voice pulls you back as you swallow your bite.

You lick your lip before looking over at him. "Did you find anything?"

He hands you the tablet and watches as you read the email.

You click your tongue, and then stay silent for a minute.

He almost can’t believe it when you do it, looking at you incredulously once again after you suddenly slap yourself in the face once more.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he bites quietly, moving to stand in front of you and blocking your view of the kids momentarily.

"Just had to make sure," you reply, again cringing at the stinging of your cheek. You eye him before making a move to slap him, too, but he grabs your hand before you can make contact. He looks at you like you're insane as you huff again. "So this is..."

"This is real," he finishes for you. "That hard to believe, huh?"

"That's an understatement. So, I’m not dreaming. But are you sure you’re not dreaming?"

“You think my dreams involve waking up in the future with no memory of what’s gone on between me going to sleep to waking up? That’s a literal nightmare for me. Plus, I learned a while ago how to differentiate between my dreams and reality. Trust me, we’re not dreaming.”

You swallow thickly, an apology on the tip of your tongue. You hadn’t considered that before. Before you can voice your thoughts, though, you're distracted by the interaction between the kids at the table.

"Linc, I'll give you a piece and then you give me one of your piece, okay?"

"You take this one," Linc says as he gives his sister a piece off of his plate and she gives him a piece off of her's.

You can't help but chuckle at the exchange.

"We make cute kids, though," Bucky says, almost under his breath. But you still hear him, and you respond before your brain catches your tongue.

"Yeah, we do."

You push off the counter as Bucky watches you, surprised that you heard him and even more so by your agreement, though it'd be impossible for anyone to argue that your kids aren’t, in fact, ridiculously adorable.

"Do you guys want -"

"Orange juice, please!" Ellie answers before you even finish asking.

"And water, please," Linc follows.

"OJ and water, you got it."

----

You and Bucky get the kids ready to go to Steve and Nat's with minimal arguing... until you had to pack their bags.

What they should or shouldn't take with them was a point of contention as you ridiculed each other's choices. After your bickering and some input from Ellie and Linc, you guys just hoped they had everything they needed. You'd unnecessarily packed them three outfits each just in case of spills or messes and their diaper bag was loaded full, too. Maybe too much for one day, but better safe than sorry, right?

After loading the twins in the car, Bucky followed the GPS to the address you'd left in the email.

When you guys pulled up to the house, you were greeted by Natasha who was unloading groceries from her car. The domestic scene warmed your heart. She deserved the simplicity, the normalcy, and you were happy to know that one day, she’d have it.

She lit up as she saw you guys approaching and came right over, going straight for the back door.

Linc and Ellie were all smiles and giggles as they tried fruitlessly to escape their car seats in favor of being in Nat's arms.

"Bugs!!" Nat greeted them with an enthusiastic smile as she started working on their belts. "I've missed you guys so much! How long has it been? Ten years?"

They laughed in unison at her before Ellie corrected her. "Yesterday, Aunt Nattie!"

"Yesterday?" she questioned in faux disbelief.

She wasn't able to keep up the play, though as the second they were out of their seats, they nearly tackled her.

You watched Steve come outside, coming up to the car with a grin, a girl no more than ten and another toddler, maybe a little older than the twins, in tow.

"Get them inside for me, honey," Nat said to the oldest one. She looked nothing like either of them, dark hair and dark eyes, but still it was clear she was their daughter. The younger one looked like Steve, though, and you wonder briefly if that was just by chance or if they’d had a surrogate. Natasha had talked about the possibility before, and of adopting, but starting a family wasn’t something any of you were actually considering at the time, settling down and having kids wasn't really your focus when you were all trying to make sure the world wouldn’t be ending tomorrow. "We'll be right in. And pick a movie for the sleepover before your Dad does," she pretended to whisper, earning a laugh from the girl as she corralled the kids up the porch.

Nat turned her gaze back on you and Bucky, her stare nothing less than scrutinizing.

"Are you guys in pajamas?" she asked with a raised brow.

"Mh, uh, yeah," you laughed a little breathlessly before looking back at the house, distracted. "They didn't even say bye," you said in your disappointment. You'd only just met the kids, but you felt so instantly connected to them.

"Don't worry about them, they're gonna have fun tonight. And so are you two," she says pointedly, if not a bit suggestively, pulling you from your thoughts. You feel the heat that creeps up your skin and refuse to look at Bucky.

"What are you guys doin' tonight, did you decide?" Steve asks.

"Staying in," Bucky blurts out as you blink and smile. But their faces at that, their smirks of acknowledgement make you grow hotter as you try to not let your embarrassment show.

"Mhm," you hum tight lipped.

It's quiet for a moment as you all watch one another before Steve breaks the silence.

"You guys are acting weird."

"Are we?" you question back too quickly.

"Yeah. You are," Nat says.

"Sugar," Bucky blurts out again. "They're loaded up on sugar. Sorry, they really wanted pancakes this morning. But uh, look, thanks for watching them. We should uh, get going, so.."

"Yeah, we should go," you agree. "What time do you want us to pick them up?"

"We're dropping them off tomorrow afternoon, right?" Steve questioned. "Or did you not want them to go with us?"

"No, oh, right. Duh! I just forgot - that's what we talked about. Because you're taking them to.." you trail off, prompting them.

"The gardens?" Nat finishes.

"Right, yes, the gardens. Which is great. And we appreciate it so much. And if you need anything or anything happens, ya know just call us," you continue on as Bucky starts to pull away. You fight the urge you have to glare at him until you finish your awkward goodbye and Steve and Nat watch you both drive off, clearly confused about the weird interaction.

"Did you miss the part of the email where it explicitly said: don't make it weird?" Bucky asks.

"Fuck off, you were no better," you scowl as you slump in the seat. "What now?"

okay 🙊🙊 i’m a lesbian and this did it for me!!!

if this man was real i would DATE HIM SO FAST

the giant dong might be a problem but i bet we can work around it 🥴

the whole scene where they are talking about hockey and you CAN JUST TELL jakey is falling for her but his heart has been broken so he’s scared !!!!

but yeah i need their whole story line to be mushy and sappy bc i love them 🥹🥹 and i want to be her.

i used to be a cappy girlie 🫣 not bc i like steve in this story! but bc i’m the most like bug…and i was just curious to see what happens. (god was that must bug thing to say or what???)

okay i love you and this and i can’t wait to see how it goes 💗💗

Kiss the Cup (1/?)

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Jake Jensen (Yenzy) x female reader

Warnings: 21+ excessive drinking- not addition, college drinking games, Cappy being hypocritical and Johnny just being gross to a female, adult themes- alcohol + hormones, shooting your shot while tipsy, sexual innuendos (must be 18+)

Word Count: ~5.6K

A/N: Thank you to @navybrat817 for helping inspire this game of Kiss the Cup 😘

This is not beta read. All mistakes are my own ♥️

Yenzy x broozy

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

The gathering had turned into a gongshow and was now full on raging at The Barn, the guys celebrating another big win with a blow out. The house was packed, alcohol was flowing and a round of Kiss the (Stanley) Cup- pairing excessive alcohol consumption and hormones- with a promise of good luck for any team member lucky enough to get a kiss- was in full swing.

You stepped up to the table, ping-pong ball in hand, smirking at Steve as you aimed for the row of red Solo cups, eyeing up the name you wanted. There was a cup for almost every member of the team- the seniors and first line at least.

"No way, mini brew... hell no!" Steve said narrowing his eyes at you from across the table, he leaned forward, blocking your shot and shouted "next" to the line of ladies behind you.

"Fuck off, Steven Grant" you chirped, knowing he hated when you used his full name just as much as you hated that lame nickname that followed you from mini-mites, "it's for good luck..."

"Nope," Steve let his arms extend in a *no good* motion, "not happening... it would *never* be good luck... you're like my sister, you're not hooking up with any of my teammates."

"I'm not your sister" you reminded him, "I'm your friend... and who said anything about hooking up?" You feigned innocence, "it's called Kiss the Cup."

"Best" Steve corrected, "you're my best friend... I've known you since before kindergarten and you're not messing around with any of these fuckers" Steve looked around at his team.

"Come on, punk" Barnesy goaded, "let her play... she'd make a great best friend..."

"My new hot best friend" Sam said leaning in and moving his cup to the front row, "come on, broozy... you know what to do" he winked while flashing you his million-dollar-smile.

"She's not hot" Steve scoffed and you threw a ping-pong ball at him, but he easily swatted it away.

"Yeah she is..." several of the guys countered, nearly in unison. You felt your belly do a tight somersault.

Even though Sam and Bucky were cute... you had your eye on another member of the team. You laughed as Steve berated his teammates for even thinking they had a chance.

"Naaaah way, man!" Steve scoffed, "I hear what you get up to at The Shack..." Steve playfully shoved Sam, "revolving door."

"Hey, I learn form the best... oh-Captain-my-Captain" Sam said, taking Steve in a headlock as the guys scuffled playfully from the other side of the table.

"Gotta make sure next year's Cap is ready for the challenge" Steve smirked, twisting out of the headlock and clapping Sam on the back.

In all the commotion, the guys didn't even noticed you shoot-your-shot, but it was a direct hit -in the wrong cup- grumbling with a frown, you blew out an exhale before your lip curled up at the corner, relief growing into a smirk as you slowly rounded the table- with a plan.

When Steve notice you walking towards him and the rest of the team he looked down at the cups and let out a whoop of relief when you stopped in front of him.

"Sorry, broozy... you're stuck with me" he beamed, pulling you in as he attempted to pepper kisses to your face.

"Get off" you grunted, turning in his tight hug and elbowing him in the process, laughing when he wheezed.

Steve frowned, grumbling something under his breath as he watched you reach into his name cup and pluck your ball out- dropping it in the cup next to it.

"Hey... come on" he said, "you know it's bad luck not to kiss the cup."

"Better find my kiss then" you smirked as you picked up the Solo, winking at him before turning to leave the room.

Steve snatched the cup out of your hand before you got far and turned it over, snorting when he saw the name.

"Good luck with that" he laughed, holding up the cup for his teammates to see as you swiped at it unsuccessful- trying to get the cup back.

“He’s already going steady... with the net” Steve barked another laugh.

"And his stick" another teammate added with a crude hand-gesture.

"Naaaahhh, his fancy gaming laptop" Barnesy smirked.

"And?” you questioned, “he's your goalie… think you guys would be worried if he didn't have a relationship with the net" you made a face at Steve, grabbing the cup from his hand and skipping away to find the team goalie- Jake Jensen- the one everyone called Yenzy.

Yenzy was cute, a little nerdy but he came by it honestly as a computer science major. True, he talked to the net and his stick... and the rest of the team thought he was a little bonkers- but they loved him.

Jake was a good guy, he was always the one that won the "who'd you let your daughter date" question from the rest of the team.

Sure, everyone knew he was a good guy and a phenomenal goalie. But he was also hot. The type of guy that's adorkable and bumbly around women because he has no clue how hot he is...

And after having your eye on him since last season, thankfully, you had just enough liquid courage in your system tonight to shoot your shot.

"Hey, Yenzy" you smiled when you found him sitting on the couch, deep in a conversation about - you guessed it- hockey.

You squeezed your way between him and an underclassman on the team who's name was escaping you at the moment. Jake shifted his thick goalie thighs to make room for you on the couch while the other teammates scattered, leaving you and Jake alone now.

"How ya doing, broozy?" he smiled.

"Good... I don't see you at many of these..." you tucked into his side, "thought I'd say hi..." you were going for coy... but probably came off as a little awkward.

"Yeah..." he shrugged, looking a little awkward himself, "figured it was time" his sweet nervous smile made your heart flutter.

"So... uh... what's new, broozy?" he was trying to fill the silence as you shamelessly took him in- the snack that he was...

"You know, Yenzy... Cappy's really the only one that calls me broozy..." you teased him while chewing at your bottom lip.

"Oh, shit... sorry... thought it was a play on your last name or something..." he scrambled with a nervous laugh.

"It's OK..." you laughed, "actually when I was little I used to play hockey with Cap..." you shrugged, "but I was too good for him and the rest of the boys..." you smirked, "a bit of a bruiser on the ice ... that's were broozy comes from" you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, you used to play?" Yenzy's enthusiasm made you smile.

"Yeah" you laughed, "but I guess I kinda had a temper..." you shrugged, feeling a little more at ease as the conversation carried on.

"Kinda?" Cappy snorted from the doorway, "you'd get five-for-fighting every single game..."

"Would not!" you chirped.

"Every game" Steve insisted, "that one year you had a black eye in the holiday card your Ma sent out..."

"She hated that..." you snorted and Yenzy's warm laugh next to you made you a little giddy.

"Well... It's not my fault the rest of you boys couldn't keep up..." you challenged your best friend and he just shook his head, rolling his eyes with a smile. Yenzy blinked between you and his captain, intrigued.

"Anyways..." you turned your attention back to the goalie, "I'm just teasing you, Yenzy... you can call me broozy... or y/n..."

"Oh... OK..." Yenzy sighed, looking a little flustered while caught in your gaze- his dopey smile lighting up his face.

You heard Steve's grunted-snort from the doorway- but you didn't care.

"Y/N's pretty..." Yenzy's lopsided grin made your heart flutter, "I-I mean... uh... your name is... it's a pretty name" Yenzy's cheeks went ruddy as you heard another snort behind you. You looked over your shoulder- shooting Cap a death glare before turning back to Jake and leaning closer to him to whisper in his ear.

"You don't think I'm pretty, Yenzy?" you faux pouted when you pulled away just enough to catch his gaze.

"No... I mean... yes, of course..." the goalie's voice cracked, "I mean..." he cleared his throat, creating some space between you two, "what are you guys up to?"

Steve crossed his arms over his big chest, narrowing his eyes at you and his goalie. He didn't like this- not one bit.

"He's playin' Kiss the Cup" you looked up at Steve -standing in his big brother protective mode- as you gave him a fuck off glare.

When the captain didn't budge, you rolled your eyes, turning back to Yenzy and leaning into him a little to fix the string from his hoodie that was tucked into his sweatshirt, "I was playing too...  you know who I got?"

You were tugging on the hoodie string now and it was making the poor goalie sweat.

"Uh... Sam?" his voice cranked.

"Nope" you bit back a smile, shaking your head.

"Barnesy?" Jake's voice didn't crack this time, but you felt his entire body tense when you felt your way up his bicep.

"Nope..." the smile you had been fighting spread across your face. You held the cup up so Yenzy could see it.

"Oh... shit" Jake grunted, "told Barnesy to take my name outta that stupid game..." he rolled his eyes before taking a swig of his beer.

"Told you..." Cap snorted before turning back towards the other room where Kiss the Cup was still going strong.

"Oh... I'm sorry... are you seeing someone? I didn't know..." your shoulders visibly sagging a little as you put some distance between you and the goalie.

"No" he laughed, almost choking on his beer, "I'm not seeing anyone..."

"So... why don't you wanna play?" you wondered out loud before adding, "I'm sorry... it's none of my business..."

"No... I... uh... I dunno" he shrugged, looking up to find Steve eyeing you both up.

"The cheek" Steve instructed, "if you're playing, broozy, it's the cheek or no dice..."

You rolled your eyes at Steve's over protective posturing before turning back to Yenzy with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Yenzy. I didn't know... I thought... since your cup was in the game that you wanted to play..." you fisted the Solo in your hand, crushing it until it cracked- rendering it unusable.

"Hey!" Steve frowned, "that's bad luck..."

"Shut up, dork..." you huffed, "he doesn't want to play your stupid game... forcing him to play would be bad luck..."

Steve was still frowning in Jake's direction as you crossed the room, reaching up to pat him reassuringly on the shoulder, "stand down, captain... he's not interested..."

"Hey!" the kid protested when you faked him out, doing a spin move to the right and accidentally shoving him to the gym floor in the process.

You spun to the left around another kid- this one a year a two younger then the first- knocking him to that floor too.

"Penalty!" the second kid shouted as it was just you and the goalie now. You squared up, your stick slapping against the old wooden floor of the Boys and Girls Club as the little rubber ball sailed through the air and caught the top shelf of the net.

"Gooooaaaal" you celebrated obnoxiously, twirling around and running circles around your opponents that were still grumbling from the floor.

"No fair..." one of the boys you were playing with shouted, getting even more frustrated when your celebrating circled him, pumping your stick in the air over your head.

"Maybe you should pick on someone your own size, bruiser..." the amused voice behind you made you spin around, chirping when you saw Yenzy standing in the gym, his backpack slung over one shoulder. That boyish grin that made your stomach do flips was spread across his pretty face as you felt your cheeks heat- shoving your stick to the closest kid and ignoring the protests of the group of children behind you.

"What are you doing here?" you smiled at the goalie as he made his way towards you.

"Tutoring" he returned your smile, "Barnesy told me about the program here... I'm working on filling my required volunteer hours for the team..."

"Oh, that's nice of you..." you turned as the boys you were playing with shoved past you, still angry as they made their way down the hall to the game room.

"You make it a habit of checking children?" Yenzy asked with a smirk.

"They're like 8 and 9... they're fine..." you shrugged.

"And the girls?" Yenzy asked, "you give 'em a hard time too?"

"Of course..." you smirked, "you saw her, right?"

"The goalie" Jake nodded with a smile.

"She's the best one out there" you smiled as the little goalie waddled past you and Jake- moving slower with her pads.

"Nice work" Jake offered her a fist bump and the girl gladly accepted- most likely recognizing Jake, "you'll get her next time... cheat up a bit... she favors her right side..."

"Hey!" you chirped as the little goalie giggled at your expense. Jake joined in the laughter as you huffed -but secretly- butterflies were blooming in your belly as the goalie teased you.

"Oh, what the hell?" you snarled, "damnit, Storm..." you swore at the hothead.

"Oops" Johnny smirked after accidentally spilling his beer down the front of your shirt.

"You did that on purpose..." you shoved him, looking around the room. Where was that over-protective best friend when you actually needed him.

"On purpose?" Storm barked before shamelessly looking down at your chest, "eh..." he shrugged, "not much to wanna see..."

You frowned at him before throwing the contents of your Solo into the crotch of his pants- his surprised yelp bringing you so much satisfaction.

"Hmmm" you hummed, looking down at his wet pants, "I guess there's not much to see there either..."

You shrugged, turning on your heels as the room erupted in laughter- Johnny's teammates whooping and carrying on.

"Oh, shit..." Colin laughed, clapping Storm on the back.

"Gonna need some ointment for that burn..." Sam chirped at Johnny's expense.

You didn't hear the insult Johnny slung back at you -knowing it wouldn't be as good- as you made your way upstairs.

Jake had been studying all night -avoiding the noisy gathering downstairs- but he'd be lying if he said his mind didn't drift to you a few times since seeing you at the Boys and Girls Club.

He didn't know you well- didn't know any of the girls that hung around the hockey house, really- but he'd always thought you were pretty.

It didn't distract him that much, until he got to know you- turns out you were nice and funny, had quite a bit in common and you were considerate of other's feelings. Jake's EX wasn't any of those and it has made him swear off all women, not even considering anything romantic after transferring to the University...

After changing into sweats and a t-shirt, Jake made his way to the bathroom only to hear someone running the shower water as a female voice sang along to a song he couldn't quite make out. He rolled his eyes with a groan.

"Hey... upstairs bathroom's for residents only... " he pounded on the door just as he heard the shower water turn off.

Jake pounded on the door again, yelling something about leaving as he started to get impatient.

A minute later the door unlocked and you sheepishly stepped out to the frowning goalie.

"Sorry... Yenzy..." you had hoped to take a quick shower before any of the guys made it upstairs- not knowing that Yenzy was up here studying.

"Oh, shit" his frown dropped instantly, "I'm sorry... you OK, y/n?"

You were standing there in just a towel as you dripped water on the floor.

"I'm fine..." you were finding it hard to meet his gaze, "Storm spilled a beer all over me... and I'm not convinced it wasn't intentional" you snarled, "my clothes were soaked... and I stunk..."

"That sounds like Storm" Yenzy scowled, "You need anything? I can get you something of mine..."

"No, thanks... I'm um... just going to grab something of Cappy's quick and go home..." you thanked Yenzy.

"OK... well... uh... I'll see ya" the goalie's gaze dropped to the whisper of cleavage above your towel, his face flushing bright pink- making you bite back a smile.

After dressing in an oversized hoodie and sweatpants you were sitting on Cappy's bed, scrolling through your phone when it lit up- buzzing to life.

You blew out a frustrated exhale, rolling your eyes at the DON'T COME HOME TONIGHT text from your obnoxious roommate. The 3rd time this week 😒 At least Cappy let you crash with him most nights... unless...

A loud thud made you startle from your thoughts. Then a drunken giggle from the hallway made you groan- it just wasn't your night.

Steve and a very drunk woman in nothing but a skirt and her bra crashed through his bedroom door- a tangle of limbs as they ignored you- falling onto the bed just as you narrowly jumped out of the way.

"Jesus, Cap!" you hissed, grabbing your stuff and leaving the room as fast as humanly possible with a slam of the door.

Turning down the hall, you almost ran smack into Yenzy with a chirp.

"Yenzy!" you squealed, "you scared me" you whined, fumbling the wet ball of beer-soaked clothes in your arms.

"Sorry!" he apologized, "cookie?" he offered, holding up the plateful of his late night snack.

His frowned when he saw your arms full of wet clothes.

"You need a bag or something?" he asked.

"Yeah..." you sighed, "and... uh... if you could help me commandeer a couch for the night... cause... I can't go home and... Cappy's ..." but you were cut off when a woman's loud moaning came from the direction of Cappy's room.

"Ahhh, Got it..." Yenzy said as the moaning got louder, "loud and clear" he added as you snorted.

You were both nervously laughing as you moved further down the hallway to get away from the moaning.

"Do you... need a... I mean... I got a bed... my... uh... room... I have a room..." Yenzy gestured towards a door -only a few feet further down the hallway- with a painful smirk as he rub at the back of his neck.

"Oh... No..." you rushed, "I couldn't... but, thank you" you added, "I'm fine with one of the couches downstairs..." you shrugged - it could be worse- , "my weird roommate told me not to come home... guess she's got a guy over... again."

"Oh, shit... that sucks that she kicks you out... but... uh... I think all the couches are taken...at least they were when I grabbed my cookies..." Yenzy shrugged the plate in his hand, looking over your shoulder towards Cappy's room when the moaning started again.

"God... I hate living in the dorms" you grumbled, your shoulders sagging as you blew out an exhale before stealing one of the goalie's cookies.

"Yeah... why do you? aren't you a senior?" Yenzy asked, taking a cookie for himself.

"Yeah... I was planning on an apartment, but that fell through and when I finally figured that out... there wasn't any campus housing left other then the dorms... so I became that loser senior that lives with freshman..." you rolled your eyes.

"You're not a loser..." Yenzy smiled at you in a way that made your stomach flutter.

"Thanks" you blinked up at him with a soft smile, shifting awkwardly when your wet clothes -hugged in one arm to your chest- started seeping through Steve's hoodie.

"Come on" Yenzy said, carefully swapping his plate of cookies for the ball of beer soaked clothes in your arms. He held the wet clothing at arms length and turned in the direction of his room.

"Yenzy..." you chirped, a little thrown since you didn't know him that well.

"You're taking my bed" he paused in his doorway before heading into his room.

"What?! Wait... Yenzy..." you trailed after him, "I'm not taking your bed..."

"Yes, you are..." he called back before poking halfway out his room, "you need a place to sleep... my Grandma would have my ass if I didn't offer my bed to a lady-in-need" he smiled softly, offering you the crook of his elbow like he was going to escort you across the threshold.

You just stood there for a moment, looking from his boyish grin to his bended arm. Maybe he wasn't so bad at this...

"Come on, y/n... you gonna have me disappointing thee Beatrice Jensen?" he smirked, "you don't mess with Bea Jensen... she's tiny but terrifying..."

"Your Grandma's still alive?" you brows shot up in surprise, smiling at him.

"Yep" he smiled back at you, "talk to her for about an hour every Sunday... she made me the cookies..."

"Oh..." you were swooning as the goalie just smiled down at you- patiently waiting for you to take his arm.

"Well, I wouldn't wanna disappoint the infamous Beatrice Jensen..." you teased, watching Jake's smile stretch from ear-to-ear when you finally accepted his offer.

"Good..." he laughed, "cause she's not a lady you wanna mess with..." Jake had to turn sideways so you'd still fit through the doorway with your arms linked, "trust me!"

Your giggle made Yenzy's cheeks flare a pretty pink as he tugged you into his room.

"I like your room, Yenzy" you nodded a thank you after he had stuffed your waded up clothes in a plastic bag and handed you a new hoodie to change into- turning his back to you to give you some privacy.

"Thanks" he looked around, before his gaze was settled back on you once you were dressed. You looked good in his sweatshirt.

"It's... so... clean" you turned back to him after admiring the fan art taped to his wall -clearly from children- before you crossed the room to his bookshelf.

"I like being organized... I might be kinda a little OCD about it" his laugh was higher pitched then normal. He was nervous.

"Who is this?" you asked, squinting at a picture of Yenzy with a pretty woman and a baby. "Do you have a kid?" your eyes went wide as you noticed a resemblance.

"No" he snorted, "no, that's my sister and her daughter" he smiled, crossing the room to stand next to you as he picked up the picture frame, "my niece Hannah is gonna be 2."

"Wow... how old is your sister?" you asked, "oh, shit... was that rude? I'm sorry!"

"No" Jake insisted, "she's only a few years older than me. Got pregnant her Senior year of college... was able to graduate before having Hannah. Then she moved back home with my parents."

"And the dad?" you asked.

"Some loser that ran the second she told him..." Jake snarled.

"Oh, god... what an asshole... I'm sorry!" you smiled apologetically at him as he nodded his appreciation.

"Sara... my sister... is really actually crushing it..." he looked like such a proud brother, "she got this really good job back home and my parents take turns watching Hannah a few days a week so Sara can save on daycare costs..."

"That's so great of your parents to help out" you smiled.

"Yeah... it was harder in the beginning... before my sister had her job... I even helped watch Hannah when she was real little" Jake continued, putting the picture frame back on the shelf before crossing the room to sit at his desk chair. He gestured to the bed in an offer to take a seat.

You joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed as you listened to him share.

"Before I came here... I was... well... my sister needed me… so I went back home and watched Hannah for a few months before transferring here..."

"Wow... that was really nice of you... to leave school for to help Sara..."

"She's my family..." he shrugged.

"That was last year, right?" you asked.

"Yep" Jake nodded, leaning over and grabbing a water from his mini fridge- you declined when he offered you one too.

"So what made you transfer here and not just go back to your old school?" you asked, casually.

"Oh... well I... uh..." Yenzy looked a little uncomfortable and you decided to easy up on the personal questions just as Yenzy's bedroom door banged open.

"Yenzy... going for a hat trick... you got any rubbers?" Levs, the team's Alternate Captain asked before spotting you on the goalies' bed.

"Oh hey, broozy" he smirked, "what are you two doing up here?"

"Well first Dumb... or is he Dumber?" you snorted, "spilled beer on me and I had to shower... then Captain Dumbass took my bed..." you recollected, watching as Yenzy crossed the room to his dresser and pulled open the top drawer.

"Showering with Yenzy?" Levs smirked, only half hearing what you said.

"No!" you chirped, "he was just nice enough to help me out" you rushed, frowning again when Levs' gaze dropped to Yenzy's borrowed hoodie you were wearing after Cappy's got soaked with beer.

"You going to Bit's tomorrow with the other charms?" Levs continued making small talk, "they're doing ducky stuff..."

"I don't think so..." you shook your head, summoning all your strength to not stare as Yenzy searched for condoms in his top drawer, "I'm not a ducky" you shrugged.

"No... you'd rather be a raven..." Levs goaded, meanly.

"Shut it, Levs..." you frowned up at the mammoth, not appreciating him bringing up your past in front of Yenzy.

"And... lemme guess... bit's your ducky again this year even though someone else is in your bed?" you held your frown, glaring at him when he snarled back at you.

"Whatever" you hissed, rolling your eyes before blinking over at Jake just as he pulling two condoms from the magnum box he was holding and handed them sheepishly to his teammate. Your eyes went wide as you watched the transaction.

"You know... broozy..." Levs started, "Yenzy's the only one on the team I can borrow these from..." he held up the condoms, laughing when you chirped under your breath, your face flushing hot as Yenzy pushed Levs out of the room and shut his door- locking it this time.

"I'm... uh... sorry" he said, shuffling back to his desk chair and sitting down, he wasn't able to look you in the eye- his entire face that pretty shade of pink again- all the way to the tips of his ears.

You and Yenzy sat in an awkward silence for what felt like forever- you trying desperately not to think of Yenzy's dick... but all you could think about was Yenzy's dick.

"I'm... uh... sorry if he got the wrong impression of us..." you gulped, finally breaking the stifling silence.

"Oh, uh... don't be..." Yenzy shrugged, blinking up at you with that grin again.

"Um..." you coughed, clearing your throat, so you transfered... last year..." you voice cracked.

"Yeah... uh... yup... last year..." Yenzy was dying to change the subject from anything but prophylactics.

"And... now you're the best goalie our school's ever had" your lip twitched up into a smile when Jake got all bashful, unable to meet your gaze for a different reason.

"I'm not that good..." he shrugged, taking a sip of his water.

"Come on, Jake..." you snorted, "you broke... no shattered the school's record for shut outs your first season..."

"I guess..." he shrugged, that lopsided grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Not to mention your stats had you in the running for the Richter last year..." you continued, "I heard the only reason you didn't get it was because you were a sophomore and the guy that won was a red-shirted 5th year senior..."

"What do you know about the Mike Richter Award?" Jensen genuinely looked impressed.

"I like hockey" you smiled at the cute goalie.

"Well... there's liking hockey and then there's knowing what the Mike Richter Award is..." Jake teased.

"My brother's played hockey" you shrugged, with a smirk, "it's how I met Cappy... I wanted to play hockey so bad when I was a kid. But I didn't want to play with the girls, I grew up playing with my brothers... they let me play for a few years... I was so mad the year they told me I couldn't play on the boys team anymore" the frown that furrowed your brows made Jensen snort with laughter.

Damn, he really was cute.

"What?" you frowned, pulling your legs up under you and getting more comfortable on his bed.

"Nothing... you're just... kinda cute when you're angry..." Yenzy smirked, "... but... you know... it really coulda hurt you... playing with boys... guessing they didn't let you play anymore when they started letting the boys check..."

"I can check..." you insisted.

Yenzy didn't say anything, just tried -unsuccessfully- to hold back his smile.

"I can check" you chirped, picking up a pillow from Yenzy's bed and tossing it in his direction.

It lost speed as the goalie caught it easily and tossed it back at you with a laugh.

"I'd like to see that... on someone your size" he was teasing you about your over exuberance at the rec center again.

"Who do you want me to check?" you flirted, hoping he'd suggest himself.

"Oh... I dunno" his laugh sounded nervous again.

"You?" you smirked.

"You can't check a goalie..." he reminded you.

"So... how are you going to see if I can check?" you goaded, "I'm sure you've been checked before... you saying you couldn't handle me, Yenzy?"

"I could handle you..." he insisted, his confidence making you squirm.

"Well then..." you smiled at him.

"Well... it could be me... but it probably shouldn't be me..." he rushed, "but it could be any guy you like... Wilson... or Barnesy... Levs is a brick house... so that's probably out of the question..." he was rambling.

"Pass" you frowned, faltering when the goalie pivoted so quickly he was making your head spin. 

"Well... there's Storm..."

"Fuck no" your disgust made Jake laugh, "even if he deserves a good yard-sale..."

"Fair enough" he smirked.

"How about you?" you shrugged, shooting your shot again as you chewed at your lower lip.

"Or Shea..." he offered, not skipping a beat.

"Or you?" you smirked, not missing the way his gaze dropped to your lips as his tongue dragged over his ow lips- wetting them.

"Or Cappy?" he cleared his throat.

"And not you?" you pouted, having fun teasing the poor guy as you began to giggle.

"Well... maybe me... if that’s what you want…” he was squirming where he sat. You smiled, enjoying yourself too much as you fought the sudden sleepy urge to stretch your arms up over your head just as a yawn snuck up on you.

"It's late" Jake observed, looking at the clock on his wall as he leaned back, stretching in his chair.

"Dang... It's really late..." you sighed, "I'm sorry I kept you up all night..."

"Don't be" he smiled, "I had fun" he stood- which suddenly made you feel like you had to stand too.

"You got the bed" he offered, going to his small closet and pulling it open to grab an extra pillow and a neatly folded blanket.

"No... where are you gonna sleep?" you watched him plop the pillow on the floor.

"You're not sleeping on the floor" you blinked at him like he was insane, "these old floors suck."

"I've slept on worse" he shrugged.

"Please... just... we can sleep in the same bed... I promise I won't touch you, Yenzy" you insisted.

"No... it's not... I don't mind if you touch me..." he murmured, watching when you kneeled on his bed, pulling back his comforter to grab all his pillows.

You turned over your shoulder to look at him and caught him staring at your curves.

"You gonna help me Yenzy... or ya just gonna stare?" you smirked.

"Uh... yes, yes I am... gonna help..." he rushed to lend a hand, feeling like an ass.

It only took you a few minutes to build...

"There we go," you took a step back, admiring your work.

"What is this?" Jake laughed.

"An expertly constructed pillow wall" you scoffed, like it was the most natural thing in the world for two consenting college coeds sharing a bed. You smiled to yourself, trying to ignore the butterflies swooping in your belly as you climbed into Yenzy's bed. 

"OK" Jake laughed, putting his glasses on the nightstand and climbing in after you, carful not to knock over your fine craftsmanship.

"Uh...Y/N..." Jake's voice came muffled from the other side of a pillow as you sank into his cozy bed.

"Yeah, Yenzy?" you responded to the floating voice, snuggling his warm comforter up around you.

"I promise I won't try anything..." he sounded a little nervous.

"That's too bad" you sighed, your stomach sinking a little.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Goodnight, Yenzy" you smiled, reaching up to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

"Night, Y/N" Yenzy sighed, turning on his side and smiling like-a-goon into the pillow wall as you both drifted off to sleep.

A/N: a “yard sale” -what broozy thinks Johnny deserves- is when a player gets hit so hard their gloves, stick, mouth guard and even sometimes helmet go flying- laying out on the ice- like on the lawn of a yard sale.

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