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thinking about hockey player simon sneaking you in the locker rooms pre-skate and just. fucking his nervousness out of his system—his words. he clamps his hand on your mouth when he hears someone fiddling with the door.

“what the fuck? why’s it locked?”

that was mactavish, you realize with sharp horror.

your eyes widen, anxiety building up in the base of your spine, and you stare up at simon because shit is it time for pregame skate already? but he just shrugs his shoulders like the bastard like he is, as if the team couldn’t just ask their captain—garrick—or their coach to open the doors for them.

“jesus, why,” that was price, your favourite player. “y’know where garrick went?”

the reply is too faint for you to hear and you pray, god you pray, that it’s because they’re moving away.

simon lets out a quiet laugh, apparently following your train of thought.

“don’t worry, sweets,” he murmurs, but with the sudden silence in the locker rooms, it could very well be reverberating from wall to wall. “they really won’t mind.”

you glare at him, still unable to speak—and unwilling too—with his hand clamped on your mouth. and simon just grins, one that is so utterly charming even with his missing tooth from eight games ago.

he ruts his cock into you again and you swat at him, willing him to stop, at least until the team leaves but the door is wiggled again, as though maybe this time around it’d be unlocked, and simon groans before blindly reaching towards his duffel and picking his phone out.

he taps on it, and shit you think you know what he might’ve sent and—

“ohhhhh!” the mob outside all collectively yelled before smacks resound on the door, this time mixed with wolf whistles.

“get it, riley!” someone you distinctly remember being sasha says and you feel your cheeks burn because what the fuck—

“yeah, now get!” simon replies like the bastard he really, truly is.

more laughter, more cheers, more banging noises, before it all peters into thundering footsteps leaving the locker rooms. that was—

“okay, now we can focus,” simon purrs, pulling his hand away. you just glare up at him again before reaching up and tuging him close for a kiss to finally shut him up.

The Art of War More

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Rating: 18+

Genre: Enemies to Lovers / College!AU

Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team – led by the insufferable Jungkook – kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy – you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly… not?

Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, big cock, dirty talk, a TINY bit of degradation (maybe?), denied orgasm, light clit slapping, Jungkook has tattoos 

TW: blackmail, commentary on male/female power dynamics, college drinking

Word Count: 42,435

Author’s Note:  This one shot was requested as part of my fundraising initiative for BLM. Know that this fight is not over and we still have tons of work to do. If you can still donate, please do so. If you’re living in the US, ensure you’re registered to vote at TurboVote.Org.

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say my name and everything just stops || George Weasley

Title: say my name and everything just stops Pairing: George x Reader Summary: George didn’t expect being fake engaged to the love of his life whose heart he broke would be this easy. But as they put their plan into action, he’s surprised at how seamlessly she fits into his life. It feels as if no time has passed as they settle into a routine, and it feels like she was always meant to be there by his side. It’s hard to keep a grasp on the original goal, when all he can think about is how much he’s already dreading having to say goodbye. But as a new scheme starts to come together in his head, there may be a way for George to get everything that he wants.  Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, a scene takes place at a bar and one mention of a hangover!  A/N: part 2 of hockey!george is here! I did a bit of restructuring to this part and the next, but I’m very happy with the way the story is coming together! As always feedback is welcome! <3

-

“Thank you again for doing this,” George says for what feels like the millionth time today. But it still doesn’t feel like enough. Y/N has upended her entire life for him, and he still has no idea why she agreed to this whole charade. 

After spending a few days in Washington to figure out some of the logistics of Y/N moving, which included George getting on his knees to beg Fred to take over her lessons at the rink, they’re finally back in Chicago. Thankfully Y/N’s actual job in marketing is remote, and George already arranged to have a desk and whatever else she may need delivered sometime this week. 

He had his assistant stock the apartment with all of the things Y/N used to love, including her favorite snacks and several fuzzy blankets, and he signed the contract for Y/N’s car service this morning before they got on the plane. George has even already added her to his Amex account, and the black card with her name on it should be here any day now.

George has money to spend, and there’s no one else he’d rather spoil than Y/N.

”You really can stop saying that,” Y/N reminds him as she follows him through the front door. “It was cute at first, but now it’s just kind of annoying.”

”Sorry, I know. You’ve had to sacrifice way more than me for this stupid arrangement and I feel bad that I’ve basically uprooted your life. I don’t deserve any of the shit you’re doing for me and I just wanna make sure you know how much I appreciate it.”

”George, it’s really okay. I wouldn’t have said yes if I didn’t want to be here.” 

In all honesty, Y/N feels a little guilty over how accommodating George has been. She’s not really here to help him out, but to figure out whether her life has become the plot of a book and she’s about to get her second chance at love or if she’s about to break her own heart. Either way, she’s not here out of the goodness of her heart, and George’s kindness is undeserved. 

“Right, okay,” George gives Y/N a grin, before motioning for her to follow him. “I had my assistant clear some of my stuff out of the dresser and closet so there should be plenty of room for your things,” he explains as he leads Y/N down the hall towards his bedroom. “This space is ours now, and I want you to feel like it is too.”

As soon as they step through the door Y/N is hit with the scent of him and it nearly knocks her on her ass. Because George still uses the same cologne he did in high school, and it reminds her of home. She used to steal the bottle when he went away for games, covering her bed in it so it would feel like he was there with her at night. Now she’ll be surrounded by that scent 24/7 and she’s not sure her heart is ready for that. 

George drags the suitcase he’d been rolling into his closet disappearing for a second before he pops back out. “I only have a one bedroom, I uh, never really thought about having to share my space with someone,” he admits sheepishly. “But you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Y/N shakes her head. “No, George, I’m not taking your bed. The season’s about to start, you need to be well rested and there’s no way sleeping on a couch for weeks will be sufficient.” She gives him an appraising look, taking in his broad frame. George has always been big, but time has done him well and his build has really filled out. 

“Besides, I don’t think there’s a couch in this world big enough to fit all of you,” she continues, and Y/N can feel the blush creeping up on her cheeks. “You stay in your bed, I can sleep on the couch.”

”Absolutely not,” George insists, taking a step closer to her. “You’re my guest, and I’m not going to have you sleeping on the couch.”

Y/N bites her lip, already regretting what she’s about to suggest. “Well then if you’re not going to let me sleep on the couch and I’m not going to let you sleep on the couch, we’ll just have to share the bed.”

Her suggestion takes George by surprise, and his jaw clenches to keep it from dropping. He was already questioning whether he’d be able to survive sharing space with Y/N, but sharing a bed? His cock is rock hard at just the thought of smelling her shampoo on his pillow. 

“Are you sure?” He manages to stutter out, running a hand through his hair. 

“I mean it’s big enough,” she responds, gesturing towards the bed. It’s got to be King sized, with a thick black comforter that’s sure to reek of George that Y/N wants to wrap herself up in. “We’ll probably barely even touch.”

“As long as you’re fine with it, I am too,” George agrees. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

”It’ll be fine George,” Y/N lies, giving him a grin that she hopes is genuine. 

Fake engaged to and sharing a bed with the man she loves that broke her heart? Yeah everything is definitely not fine. 

-

After a torturous first night together, Y/N thanks the heavens that George is up and out early for the first day of training camp the next morning. Because despite all of her reassurances yesterday, sharing a bed with George Weasley is the worst idea she ever had. 

Despite the size of the bed, George is massive, and as soon as he laid down next to her she could feel the heat radiating off of his body. It doesn’t help that she was completely enveloped in his scent, and her pussy was throbbing with need from the moment she crawled under the blanket. It took her hours to fall asleep, her body rigid as George tossed and turned as well. It wasn’t until his breathing evened out that Y/N finally managed to close her eyes and relax. 

Only for her to wake up a few hours later to George’s arm wrapping around her waist before he pulled her into his chest. Turns out all these years later he’s still a cuddler. Being back in his embrace was too intoxicating to deny, and Y/N laid awake for over an hour, just letting George hold her as his breath ghosted across her neck. It felt achingly familiar, and she didn’t want to give it up. 

But she knew things would be awkward if George woke up to find her in his arms, so after getting her fill Y/N wiggled her way out of his hold. She stuffed a pillow into his chest for good measure, needing to keep his arms occupied so she didn’t find herself caught in his embrace again. Y/N doubts she would have had the willpower to pull away a second time. 

Y/N is up and out of bed the second her alarm goes off, electing not to stay buried under the covers while she scrolls social media like she usually does. Just the smell of George has her wet and if she lays there for another moment Y/N knows she’ll have her hand down her pants, touching herself as she buries her nose in George’s pillow like a weirdo. 

She wanders out to the kitchen, taking advantage of being alone so she can snoop around. Last night George had assured her that this is her space now too and she’s welcome to anything, but it felt weird going through his things with him around. Apart from finding where he keeps his dishes and a cursory look in the fridge for a drink Y/N didn’t do too much exploring. 

So when she opens George’s pantry, she’s surprised to find it filled with all of the things she loves. A brand new box of her favorite cereal sits right next to the granola George puts in his yogurt in the morning, and her favorite chips and cookies are mixed in with the kinds that George prefers. It all feels so natural, and Y/N slams the door shut as she struggles to catch her breath. 

Because fuck, this is the life she always imagined having with George, and none of it is real. This is the life Y/N has always wanted, and yet it’s still not really hers - something she has to remember. There’s a very real possibility that once George makes Captain they will go their separate ways for the last time, and she has to be prepared for that. 

Deciding to avoid the pantry for now, Y/N wanders to the fridge and pulls out the things to make an omelet. She’s just starting to whisk the eggs and deciding whether she should work from the kitchen island or the couch when the doorbell rings. George hadn’t mentioned anyone stopping by, and Y/N remains cautious as she goes to open the door. Some part of her fears that some crazed fan or ex-lover of George’s will be waiting on the other side, but a sigh of relief leaves her body when she checks the peephole and it’s just a few delivery people. 

No more Criminal Minds for her. 

“Hi Mrs. Weasley,” one of the men greets when Y/N opens the door, and she’s too shocked to correct him. Her knees shake as she steps aside to let them in, her mind still focused on how good it felt to be called by George’s last name. “We’ve got the things your husband ordered, it shouldn’t take too long for us to set it all up.”

“Okay,” Y/N says hesitantly as the men start to bring a few boxes into the apartment. She’s a little unsure about letting these people in since George didn’t say anything about a delivery, but Y/N knows the security here is intense and they wouldn’t have been let into the building if there was something weird going on. “You know where everything is going?”

The first man nods, giving her a smile. “Yes, your husband was very clear when he placed the order a few days ago. We’ll be in and out so quickly you’ll barely even know we were here.”

Y/N nods, gesturing towards the kitchen as the men head towards the dining room. “Alright, well, if you need anything I’ll be in there.”

She shoots off a quick text to George as she walks, knowing she’s unlikely to get a response. But it makes her feel better that at least someone will know other people came into the apartment in the event that this really is an elaborate ruse to kidnap her. 

Y/N: hey! Hope hockey stuff is good - just wanna let you know the delivery people are here setting up whatever you ordered

When a response doesn’t come through Y/N tucks her phone back into her pocket and refocuses her attention on breakfast. She’s just plating up her omelet and toast when the man from before appears in the kitchen. 

“We’re all done here if you just want to take a look to make sure everything looks good before you confirm delivery.”

“Uh, sure,” Y/N agrees, following him into the other room. 

When George gave her a tour last night the dining room had virtually nothing in it. There was some artwork on the walls, a small table with a few chairs with a fake plant tucked in the corner and a lamp in the other. Which made total sense to Y/N, since George lives alone and has an island with barstools for him to eat at, he hasn’t really needed a fully functioning dining space. 

Which is why her jaw practically drops when the man leads her into the dining room. The small table is gone, and in its place is a gorgeous wooden desk with the softest looking chair Y/N has ever seen behind it. There’s two large bookcases against the back wall, and there’s a plush carpet covering the floor. Tears prick the corner of her eyes, and Y/N runs a hand along the glossy desk just to make sure it’s real. 

“Does everything look okay?”

Y/N spins around to face the man who she forgot was even there. Swallowing the emotion crawling up her throat, she gives a curt nod. “Yeah, it’s perfect.”

The man gives her a smile and thrusts out a clipboard. “I just need a signature and then we’ll be out of your hair.”

She signs without even looking, her attention back on the office George created for her. After their breakup Y/N couldn’t fathom when her sweet, loving boyfriend turned into the heartless person that dumped her so carelessly. It’s just starting to hit her that maybe the George she knew wasn’t really gone after all, just hidden behind a facade. 

Once the door shuts behind the delivery crew Y/N makes her way behind the desk, sinking back into the plush chair. Her apartment back home isn’t big enough for her to have a dedicated office space and she often works from her kitchen table or couch, and Y/N had been totally fine with doing the same at George’s. So the fact that he’s gone and made Y/N her own space in his apartment has her heart pounding in her chest. 

She fires off another text to George. 

Y/N: the delivery people just left and holy shit, George. You really didn’t need to do this for me. I love it, thank you.

They must be on a break, because a few minutes later as Y/N is opening her laptop to start working George responds. 

George: ah shit, sorry, i totally forgot to mention the delivery last night.

George: we can go out and get different artwork or decorations or whatever. I meant what i said last night, this is our space now and i want you to feel at home

George: and i know i didnt need to, i wanted to :)

She’s already starting to fall back in love with George Weasley, and Y/N is not sure she’ll be able to stop.

-

Things get easier to navigate as the week goes on. 

That first night when George got home from training camp it had been awkward, neither of them really sure how to navigate this interesting relationship. On one hand, they’re technically engaged and it should be expected for them to act somewhat like a couple while at home. But on the other hand, they haven’t been around each other in years and it kind of felt like two strangers living under the same roof. 

But they slowly started to get into a routine. George is always up first, and before he leaves for camp he puts on a fresh pot of coffee so it’s still warm and fresh by the time Y/N gets up too. They usually text throughout the day whenever George has the chance, discussing what to do for dinner or to just share something about their day. George gets home at 4 everyday, and Y/N has a protein shake waiting for him on the counter while she finishes up with work. Then they cook dinner together, moving around the kitchen effortlessly while they talk about their days. 

Dinner is always eaten in the living room while they watch something on TV. George cleans up the kitchen while Y/N empties his hockey bag, throwing his sweaty gear into the washing machine before repacking his bag with fresh athletic gear and a clean practice jersey. They get ready for bed together, standing at the his and hers sinks in the bathroom as they brush their teeth. George is usually the first to fall asleep, and Y/N will read or scroll on her phone until she too goes to bed, and then they wake up in the morning to do it all over again. 

George didn’t think they’d fall into a routine so easily, but he’s been pleasantly surprised so far. He finds that every night after a long day of camp he’s looking forward to seeing Y/N at home, and the little texts they exchange during his breaks have become his favorite part of the day. Even falling asleep next to her has become second nature, and George will never get tired of the fact that his bed has started to smell like the both of them. 

He figured it would be an adjustment, having someone else and their stuff in a space that has always been just his. But George loves seeing the touches of herself that Y/N has started to leave around the apartment. It’s always a thrill when he enters the closet and her clothes are hanging up next to his. He loves the rumpled blanket she always leaves on the couch, and the sight of her coffee mug in the sink next to his in the afternoon always makes him happy. 

They’re living the life George always wanted, and he’s already dreading the day it comes to an end. But the inevitable heartbreak is worth it to see the way Y/N lights up when he gets home in the afternoon. 

“What’s got you in such a good mood, Weasel,” Thomas, the Rebel’s goalie, states as he slides into the seat across from George. 

They’re on break for lunch, and George was taking advantage of the opportunity to text Y/N back. 

“Yeah, you’ve been a lot more smiley, Weasel,” Adam, a defenseman, adds as he sits next to George. 

“What? Is it a fucking crime to be happy?” George asks with an eyeroll. 

Before he has a chance to even react Thomas is reaching over and snatching George’s phone out of his hand. “No it’s not a crime,” he starts, scrolling through the texts on George’s phone. “But I’m sure it has something to do with Y/N and why she’s asking you what you want for dinner tonight.”

“Fuck you,” George grumbles as he grabs his phone back, and he can feel the flush on his cheeks. He knows that the whole point of Y/N being his fake fiance is so he can show everyone how responsible he is, and in order to do that people have to know about her. But a part of George was hoping to keep Y/N to himself for just a little bit longer. 

“Weasel’s got a girlfriend!” Adam exclaims, ruffling George’s hair. “You’ve been holding out on us George, when the fuck did that happen? Who is she? Where’d you meet?”

“Yeah, give us all the details George, you owe it to us,” Thomas adds. 

“You two are worse than a couple of school girls for christ sake.” George takes a sip of his water, needing a second to compose himself. “It happened during the off season. I went back home for a bit, you know, to see the family and everything. Y/N and I dated before I was in the league and we reconnected. We didn’t want to be apart when I had to come back for the season so she moved in with me.”

“Holy fuck, look how red his cheeks are,” Thomas teases. “Our little Weasel’s in love.”

“Little lover boy,” Adam joins in, ruffling George’s hair again. “Fucking finally, Jenny has been dying for you to get a girlfriend, she said her and Olivia need a new drinking buddy.”

“Hell yeah, bring Y/N to team drinks tonight,” Thomas suggests with a grin. “You can’t keep her from us forever, and Olivia will castrate me if she finds out you have a girlfriend and I didn’t try to get you to bring her out.”

George huffs, thinking it over. They have a day off tomorrow, and he was kind of looking forward to doing nothing but hanging out on the couch with Y/N. But introducing her to the team and their partners is probably the most natural way for him being in a relationship to get back to Coach, and that’s the whole reason Y/N is here in the first place. 

“Alright fine,” he relents, causing the other men to cheer. “But you fuckers are on a short leash, you hear me? Say any weird shit and we’re gone.”

“We’ll be on our best behavior,” Adam promises, placing a hand on his heart. “Scout’s honor.”

“Yeah, I’ll believe it when I see it.”

-

“Are you sure I look okay?” Y/N asks again, pausing just outside the entrance to the bar. 

It physically pains George to look her over, because the pair of jeans clinging to Y/N are so tight they look like they’ve been painted on and it’s taking all of his willpower and thoughts of his grandmother naked to keep him from popping a boner. The fabric showcases every single curve on her, and all he wants to do is plant one hand on her ass while the other grips the back of her neck as he kisses her senseless. 

But he can’t do that, so he settles for grabbing her hands to stop the way she tugs at the hem of her shirt. It’s just barely too short, letting a sliver of skin peek between the top of her jeans and the bottom of the shirt, and Y/N has been tugging on it constantly. As if another few inches of fabric will suddenly unravel and cover her completely. 

“For the millionth time, you look incredible, baby,” George reassures her, taking too much pride in the way her cheeks flush. “You have nothing to be nervous about, Y/N. This is just a casual hang out with my friends.”

“I know, I know. You’re right,” Y/N agrees. George intertwines their fingers, squeezing her hands and it sends butterflies fluttering through her tummy. “I just want your friends to like me, and I don’t want to fuck up this whole fake fiancé thing.”

George can feel the cool band of Y/N’s engagement ring pressing into his skin, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t send a thrill through his body. He thought it would be strange, seeing the ring on her finger knowing that he’s the one who put it there. But every time he gets a glimpse of the diamond it feels like it has always been there, a feeling which George has carefully boxed up and stuffed to the back of his mind. 

“You have nothing to worry about,” George soothes, releasing one of Y/N’s hands so he can pull her behind as he pushes through the door to the bar. “All I told the guy’s is that you and I dated when we were younger and reconnected when I went home during the off season. Technically none of that is a lie.”

Y/N nods in agreement as George drags her into Maynards. Except for the rowdy crowd in the corner that is very clearly George’s teammates, it’s practically empty and she feels some of her nerves drift away. Pretending in front of people George knows is one thing, but having to put that facade up in front of fans with phones is a whole nother story. On the drive over George had explained that Maynards was the team’s go to spot because it’s close to the arena, but is so dingy and outdated that not too many people come in. The boy’s like the anonymity that Maynards provides, and it’s often the place they go when they just want to hang out for the night and spend some time together. 

Y/N feels honored to be let into that special club. 

It’s one of the guy’s girlfriends that notices them first, and the rest of Y/N’s nerves float away at the look of pure joy that crosses the stranger’s face. 

“Holy fuck, Thomas wasn’t lying!” The girl shouts excitedly, causing the few people standing with them to turn and look their way. She abandons her boyfriend, bounding over with her arms stretched out for a hug.

Except much to Y/N’s surprise she walks right past George, wrapping her arms around Y/N instead. “I’m Olivia, it’s so nice to meet you.”

Y/N returns Olivia’s hug with the arm that isn’t attached to the hand George is still holding on to, returning the tight squeeze. “It’s nice to finally meet you, George has told me so much about you.”

Which isn’t a total lie, from the time George got home until they reached the bar he’d given her a brief run down on everyone she’d be meeting tonight. He’d spent the most time talking about Thomas, Adam and their girlfriends, since they are who he’s closest with on the team and who he spends the most time with off the ice. 

“Well he’s told us absolutely nothing about you, so we’ve got a ton of catching up to do.” Olivia releases Y/N from her embrace, grabbing her hand instead. Except as she starts to drag her away, George keeps his own grip on Y/N tight, catching her in the middle. 

“Y/N is my date, Olivia, you just can’t steal her,” George huffs, pouting at them. 

Olivia rolls her eyes, clearly used to George’s antics. “Sharing is caring, Georgie,” she mocks, tugging on Y/N so George has no choice but to release her hand. “You’ll get her back, I promise.”

Before she disappears into the crowd with Olivia, Y/N shoots George a reassuring smile over her shoulder, a silent signal not to worry about her. 

If only she knew that George’s reluctance to let her go has nothing to do with worry, but his overwhelming need to feel her hand in his. 

-

“So what was Weasel like back in high school? Was he always such a little shit?” Thomas asks with a grin. 

They’ve been at the bar for a few hours, and despite her initial nerves, Y/N is actually having fun. Olivia had dragged her over to where Jenny, Adam’s girlfriend, and some of the other player’s partners were huddled together and it was as if they were old friends. After a few margaritas and getting to know each other the guys had wandered over. George had immediately wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing Y/N in close so her back was pressed to his front. That’s where she stayed as his friends asked her what felt like a million questions about George. 

“Weasel?” she responds, wrinkling her nose. Y/N tilts her head back so she can look up at George. “That’s what they call you? I’m ashamed, it’s not very creative. Woody was way better.”

George’s cheeks immediately flush at the reminder of his old nickname, causing Thomas and Adam to whoop in laughter. “You’re a little menace, you know that?” he murmurs in her ear, squeezing her waist. 

“Woody? Now that’s a story I want to hear,” Adam says, his eyes lit with excitement. 

Y/N goes to tell the story, but before she can even utter a word George claps his free hand over her mouth, muffling her words. “No, nope. I will not let you hooligans rope my fiancé into your shenanigans.”

 Everyone around them goes silent. When Olivia had referred to Y/N as George’s girlfriend earlier she didn’t correct her, figuring there was a reason why he hadn’t told his friends about the engagement. So she went right along with it, keeping her left hand tucked into her pocket as much as possible. 

“I’m sorry, did you say fiancé?” Jenny asks, her voice loud enough to draw looks from those around them.

“Um. Surprise?” George responds sheepishly, dropping the hand he has over Y/N’s mouth to grab her left hand instead. He lifts it up to show everyone the ring, and even in the dim light of the bar the diamond shines. 

“Oh my god! Congratulations!” Olivia shouts as Jenny giggles, and the girls take Y/N’s hand from George so they can examine the ring more closely. 

“Damn, Weasel. You’ve broken the hearts of female hockey fans all over the country,” Adam teases, clapping George on the shoulder. “No wonder you’ve been in such a fantastic mood lately. Congrats.”

Thomas winks at George. “Yeah, congratulations or whatever, but let’s get back to the conversation.” His eyes sheen with mischief and George lets out a groan. “Why the fuck did they call you Woody?”

The girls dissolve into a fit of giggles as Y/N looks up at George for approval. But when he gives her a pleading look all Y/N does is wink before she refocuses her attention back on the group and launches into the story.

“Well you see, it all started back when we were in high school, and George was away with the junior team for the first time.”

George tunes out the rest of the story, not needing to listen as Y/N recounts the story of how he got caught jerking off in his hotel room the night before his first game in the junior league. Instead he focuses on the bright smile on her face, and how the people he cares about most react to her. He can already tell that Jenny and Olivia have accepted Y/N as one of their own, and he knows she has Adam and Thomas’ stamp of approval too. 

Y/N fits into their group flawlessly and it makes his chest feel warm. George tightens his grip on her waist, and he never wants to let her go. 

-

They spend a large part of the next day on the couch. Y/N is too hungover to move and George wants to be wherever she is. With each of their heads at one end of the couch their legs are intertwined in the middle, both of them content to just watch movies and eat snacks all day. It isn’t until the sun is starting to get lower in the sky that George finally speaks. 

“We should go out somewhere for dinner tonight.”

Y/N raises an eyebrow as she raises her eyes to meet his. “You suddenly get bit by the going out bug?” she teases.

George chuckles. “No, I’d much rather lay around all day with you. But if we want people to believe we’re engaged we should probably be seen out and about together.”

At least that’s the excuse he’s come up with. In reality last night he started to come to the realization that he doesn’t want this engagement to be fake. Y/N had fallen asleep as soon as they crawled in bed but George had laid awake watching her closely as he reflected on the night and the last several years. 

Because being at that bar with Y/N is the happiest he’d been in a long time, and when he really thought about it, the last time he remembers being truly happy was before he ended things with Y/N. Even the day he was drafted and his first game in the NHL didn’t come close to being his happiest memory, because she wasn’t there with him. 

So George made a decision last night. Fuck being named Captain, his one and only goal is to make Y/N fall in love with him again. That way he can marry her for real, and he never has to think about what life will be like without her by his side. He’d stayed awake for hours formulating a plan, and this is just step one. 

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Y/N agrees. “But nowhere fancy, okay? I still feel like shit. You weren’t kidding, Olivia and Jenny go hard.”

George agrees to her stipulation, and he finds himself returning the grin on Y/N’s face. Operation Get Y/N to fall in love is officially a go. 

-

“Remember that time at Rosie’s when Fred made you laugh so hard milkshake came out of your nose?”

George attempts to laugh at the memory, choking on the sip of milkshake he’s just taken. “Oh god, don’t remind me,” he spits out once his coughing calms down. “I smelled vanilla for weeks after that.”

Y/N giggles at the grimace on George’s face as she settles back into the booth. To comply with her request not to go anywhere fancy, they’re at a dingy dinner a few blocks from the apartment that George swore has the best milkshakes in all of Chicago. And as Y/N takes a sip of hers, she can’t help but agree. 

“That was also the first time we held hands,” Y/N reminds him, blush coating her cheeks. They were twelve and George had been so embarrassed that Y/N had reached out to squeeze his hand and he never let go. Two weeks later they went on their first date, and a week after that they were boyfriend and girlfriend. 

“I was so nervous that I threw up when I got home,” George admits with a grin. “I told Fred it was because I could still feel milkshake dripping out of my nose, but really it was because the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen had held my hand.”

He lays his arm across the table, palm up in invitation. Without a moment of hesitation Y/N places her hand in George’s and a shiver runs up her spine when he grasps her fingers. George brushes his fingers over her knuckles, and they sit in silence as George looks at their intertwined hands and she looks at him.

“What happened, George?” Y/N asks suddenly, her voice shaky. “I thought things were going so well and then suddenly they weren’t.” 

“I was scared,” he admits after a few moments of silence, still refusing to meet her gaze. “I always knew the NHL was my future, but getting that call, that Chicago was going to offer me a rookie contract, scared the shit out of me. I still had two years until they were going to call me up, and so much could have happened. They could have decided to drop me, or I could have had a career ending injury. And I had no Plan B. Hockey came first, my grades were barely passable and I had no passion for anything else. Without the NHL I would be nothing, and I couldn’t burden you like that. I figured letting you go so you could find someone worthy of your love was better than dragging you down with me.”

“George,” Y/N whispers, at a loss for what to say. Her heart aches in her chest, because George may have been the one to break them, but Y/N didn’t fight hard enough to save them. She knew something was wrong with George, and that he hadn’t suddenly become a heartless asshole after nearly ten years together. Y/N wishes she had stayed that day, refused to leave until George talked to her about what was really going on. 

Maybe if she had the engagement ring on her finger would be real, and it would have saved them both years of pain and longing. 

Before she can say anything else the waitress is back with their food, and they pull apart as she places the plates down in front of them. She’s gone in another instant, and even though everything smells and looks amazing, Y/N has suddenly lost her appetite. 

-

The next morning there are pictures of them all over social media, with several different sports sites publishing articles about how hockey’s hottest bachelor is officially off the market. Y/N hadn’t even noticed people taking their photo, but she’s glad that they all seem to have been taken before things got awkward. In each photo they’re both smiling, and there’s even a few where you can clearly see a blush outlined on George’s cheeks. 

They actually look in love, and it makes Y/N feel sick. 

Things were weird between them the rest of the night and George was up and out of the house to head to camp before Y/N was awake. Her only shred of hope has been the fact that George had still left a fresh pot of coffee for her. Maybe this whole thing isn’t over before it really even got started. 

Because Y/N has decided it’s time to stop playing the long game and merely hoping that this whole thing ends with her and George together for real. Y/N is going to get George Weasley to fall in love with her again even if it kills her. After his confession yesterday, Y/N knows now more than ever that George is the man she is supposed to end up with, and she is not going to give him up again without a fight. 

Will she ever forget how he had hurt her that day? Of course not. 

But what matters is that she’s forgiven him, and she’s ready to show George that what they have now can be real. 

She barely focuses on work all day, formulating a plan and figuring out her next steps. By the time George gets home that afternoon, his usual protein shake is waiting and Y/N is ready. Operation get George Weasley to fall in love with her is a go.

-

Y/N decides to make her move that night when they’re in bed. The awkwardness between them had started to fade as they fell into their evening routine, and by the time they were eating dinner on the couch together they were laughing and joking around again. While they hadn’t talked about what George said at the diner, it seemed they had come to a silent agreement to leave the past in the past and to keep moving forward. 

With only one week of training camp left before preseason starts, the focus of camp has shifted from running drills to starting to run plays, so when Y/N crawls into bed that night George is still awake, sitting up against the headboard as he reviews his book of plays. 

She mirrors his position, keeping only a few inches of space between them as she starts to read her romance novel. Y/N keeps glancing at George out of the corner of her eye, not really paying attention to the words on the page. After a few minutes she gives up, huffing as she shuts her book before angling her body to face George. 

“I’ve been thinking,” she trails off, waiting for George to give her his full attention. 

“That can’t be good,” he jests, placing his playbook on the nightstand before he turns to face her as well. “What’s been going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but there’s a smile on her face. “Well I saw all the pictures of us people were posting this morning, and I was thinking about that family skate thing and the team dinner you were talking about and how if we’re going to be out and around people, there’s probably certain things they are going to expect from us.”

“Like?” George asks, urging her to continue. 

“Like PDA things,” she explains, swallowing the nerves threatening to creep up her throat. “Holding hands, touching, cuddling. Kissing.”

“Oh,” George murmurs, his cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“So I was thinking maybe we should practice. Doing all of that stuff. That way when we’re in front of people it doesn’t look weird or awkward. It looks like something we do all the time.” When George doesn’t say anything Y/N feels her stomach drop, and embarrassment flushes her cheeks. “Nevermind, forget I said anything,” she dismisses, kicking herself for even bringing it up. 

But before she can turn her back to George and pretend to sleep he grabs her wrist, using his grip to pull Y/N even closer. “Sorry, I was just processing. You’re right. No one will believe we’re engaged if we look like two chickens pecking at each other when we try to kiss or if you flinch every time I touch your ass.”

Without giving her a chance to respond George grips the back of Y/N’s neck, pulling her into a kiss as his other arm wraps around her waist. There’s no hesitation as they kiss for the first time in years, and Y/N feels fireworks as George’s mouth melds against hers. 

George breaks their kiss for a moment, muttering a quiet fuck before he’s kissing her again with more force. Angling her head back, George deepens the kiss and Y/N moans as he nips at her bottom lip. She shivers as his tongue soothes the sharp pain before letting him lick into her mouth. 

Next thing she knows George is pulling her closer, dragging her so she’s straddling his lap. Her own hands grip his shoulders as George massages the back of her neck, his other hand wandering down to cup her ass. He drags her even closer, and they both let out a gasp as his hard cock presses between her thighs, nestled just where she needs him most. 

As Y/N rocks against him, moaning as his cock nudges her throbbing clit, the reality that they are about to cross a line that they will never be able to come back from hits them both. In the blink of an eye Y/N is back on her side of the bed, hair tousled from George’s grip and her breathing heavy. She spares a glance at George, happy to find that he looks just as affected. 

“So I think that was enough practice, yeah?” George doesn’t even wait for Y/N’s response before he’s up and out of bed, one hand trying to cover the tent in his sweatpants as he rushes into the bathroom. A second after the door closes Y/N hears the shower turn on, and she can’t help but slip a hand under her sleep shorts. 

Phase one complete. 

-

They haven’t kissed again since that first night early in the week, but much to both of their delight, physical touch starts to become a regular part of their relationship. When they’re out in public George doesn’t hesitate to grab Y/N’s hand, and he often keeps a hand on her lower back to guide her. Now when George gets home he seeks her out, sometimes content to rub her shoulders as she works, sometimes so desperate to feel her close that he hauls her from the chair into a hug. While they cook dinner together they’re constantly brushing against one another, and Y/N is practically in George’s lap while they eat. 

The space they try to keep in bed at night has been completely erased, with George refusing to fall asleep until Y/N is wrapped in his arms. Her plan is working even better than she could have imagined and she can’t wait to show off their new found closeness tonight at the Rebel’s family skate. 

Training camp is officially over, and every year to celebrate the team hosts a family skate night. The guys get to bring their wives or girlfriends and their kids, and everyone just gets to have fun together on the ice before the craziness of the season starts to take over. Preseason starts next week, and after the first game at home on Tuesday, the team will be gone for the better part of the next three weeks. Which makes tonight at open skate and tomorrow’s team dinner Y/N’s last chances to really get close to George before they are apart again. 

“When do you think is the last time we skated together?” George asks as he steps out onto the ice, holding his hands out so he can help Y/N enter the rink. 

In years past George never really cared for family skates considering the fact that he never really had anyone to bring with him, but he’s been looking forward to this all week. Not only did he and Y/N meet on the ice, but ice skating was their first date, making this the perfect next step in his plan to get her to fall in love with him again. 

Y/N thinks about it as she grabs George’s hands and joins him. “Probably a family skate back when you were in the juniors. You used to have to bribe me with kisses to get on the ice.”

George keeps Y/N’s hands in his, starting to slowly skate backwards, pulling her along. “Mmm, that reminds me.” He pulls her in closer, leaning down and kissing her briefly. “Thank you for skating with me.”

She knows it’s for show, but it makes her heart rate pick up anyway. “You’re welcome. But I think I deserve one more kiss for being so brave.”

“Y/N, you can have as many kisses as you want,” George murmurs as he leans down before pressing their lips together again. 

Their kiss is much longer this time, and Y/N is just about to open her mouth for George’s tongue when someone skates by, stopping sharply to spray them with ice. 

“Adam, fuck you,” George growls as they pull apart, glaring at the other man as he skates away. 

Y/N laughs, pushing George away to put some distance between them. There are children present after all. “You look so cute when you’re mad.”

“Only when I’m mad?” George pouts playfully, bringing his attention back to her. 

“Nah, you’re cute all the time,” she reassures him, momentarily releasing one of his hands so she can boop him on the nose. The smile that graces his lips takes her breath away, and Y/N tilts her chin, silently requesting another kiss. 

George immediately obliges, pressing their lips together in a sweet kiss. It’s over far too quickly for Y/N’s liking, but George keeps her close as they continue to skate around the rink. It’s nice, just being there with him, and Y/N lets her gaze wander around as they move. 

It’s funny, watching these guys who are so big and broad glide around with their kids. The ones who are too young to skate are just being held in their dad’s arms, bundled up in little snowsuits. There’s a few toddlers too, wearing little skates and a tiny version of their dad’s jersey as they’re guided along the ice. Some of the kids are even old enough to hold sticks, and they’re skating around passing pucks with their fathers before taking turns shooting on the goal. 

It hits Y/N then, that if this all works out that could be her and George next year. A tiny baby in his big broad arms, wearing a jersey that says Daddy across the back with George’s number underneath it. A few of the wives have custom jerseys as well, with Mrs. Last name embroidered on the back and their husband’s number underneath. She’s sure that George would insist on her having one too. 

Y/N’s attention refocuses on George as they slow and they come to a stop in front of the home bench, where George’s coach is tightening up his daughter’s skates. George wraps his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling her back into his chest. 

“Coach,” he greets when the other man turns and acknowledges them. “I just wanted to introduce you to my fiancé, Y/N.”

“Daniel Morris.” His voice is gruff, and Y/N takes the hand he offers, giving it a brief shake. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s lit a fire under this ogre’s ass,” he teases with a grin. “Weasley has been playing his best these past few weeks, and we have you to thank.”

“Oh well, I don’t know about that,” Y/N brushes off, hoping the pink tint on her cheeks can be blamed on the cold. “But thank you. It’s nice to meet the guy George is always bitching about.”

Morris lets out a loud laugh, grabbing the attention of almost every single player out on the ice. “I like her George, you better keep this one around.”

“Oh trust me, Coach,” George starts with a grin, flicking his gaze down to Y/N. “I intend to.”

And that’s the truth.

-

“God I’m so sore,” Y/N moans as she crawls into bed that night, flopping down onto the pillows. “I don’t know how you do that every day. I barely did anything and my body aches like I just climbed Mount Everest.”

George shakes his head as he chuckles and he rubs a comforting hand down Y/N’s back. “Years and years of conditioning, baby. Where did you think all these muscles came from?” He flexes, causing Y/N to laugh. 

“I do love your hockey butt,” she teases, giving George a wink. 

“And I love your regular butt,” he responds, playfully giving it a slap. “C’mere, let me make you feel better.”

George maneuvers her so they’re cuddled close, one of Y/N’s legs slung over his hips with her chest pressed against his own. She presses her face into the crook of his neck, and a shiver wracks through his body when she kisses the sensitive skin there. George starts to rub circles into the tight muscles of her back, his fingers applying just enough pressure to work the kinks out without hurting her. 

“Feel good?” he asks after a few moments, and Y/N lets out a moan of appreciation. “Good,” he murmurs as his hand starts to trail down her back. He pauses for a moment on the curve of her ass, digging his fingers in for a moment before continuing down to the thigh he has slung over his hips. George repeats the same motions as he did on her back, working out the muscles of her thighs. 

George threads his free hand through the hair on the back of Y/N’s head and he slowly starts to scratch at her scalp. The gentleness of George’s simple intimacy brings tears to her eyes, and Y/N shuts her eyes to keep them from escaping. It’s easy to pretend when they’re like this, that this is just a normal night and they’re just a normal couple taking care of each other before they fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

As Y/N starts to slowly fall asleep she sends out every piece of good karma she has out into the universe, wishing that her plan to make George fall in love with her works. Because she’s already head over heels in love with this man, and if he breaks her heart again she’ll never be the same.  

Wheel, Snipe, Celly

Ryujin was surprised, but delighted, to discover that Yeji played in the bedroom the way she played on the ice: with tenacity, accuracy, and a touch of flair. -- the ryeji college hockey au

Chapter 8 Preview: Time was running out. The clock on the scoreboard read 3:52 remaining in the third period as the puck flew over the boards on a deflection, the ref whistling to stop play. Yeji knew her team only had enough time for a max of eight more line shifts to try to tie the game; realistically, more like six. “Yeji.” Jihyo slid to a stop next to her by the faceoff dot at neutral ice. “Get me the puck.” There were so many things that Yeji loved about playing with Jihyo, from the satisfying combination of perfect, soft pass and wickedly hard shot at the top of the left faceoff circle, to the instinctive knowledge of where the other would be on the ice without even looking. Most of all, Yeji loved something they had in common: a determination to rise to the occasion when the time called for it. The occasion was here. Time to heed the call.

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Ryujin was surprised, but delighted, to discover that Yeji played in the bedroom the way she played on the ice: with tenacity, accuracy, and a touch of flair. -- the ryeji college hockey au

Chapter 9 Preview As Winter sped towards Karina and Momo, Ryujin grabbed her by the jersey, pulled her back, and put her in a chokehold—just a light one, not to hurt her, but to keep her where she was while Momo enforced the code. The girl managed to slip out of Ryujin’s grip when her helmet came unclipped, and as it clattered to the ice she shoved at Ryujin.   “What the fuck is your problem, Shin?”   Ryujin raised an eyebrow. “Is that a rhetorical question?”   Winter was incensed. “You wanna go or what?”   Oh. Oh.   A smirk slowly stretched across Ryujin’s face as she shook off her gloves with a couple flicks of the wrist.   Winter was challenging her to a fight. That was a very stupid idea. She wouldn’t have been surprised if Winter had never been in a hockey fight—or any fight—in her entire life. But when a pretty girl asks you to dance, is there anything to say but yes?

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You cannot be part of this fandom and not have read this masterpiece yet:

unsportsmanlike conduct by dewclaw

Anyways, as I wait for the next chapter, I will draw my boys and hope that the next upload comes soon.

I will have to work on Feyd's dandelion head. I don't trust myself with short haircuts yet...

Oh, and forgive the bad quality... I don't know why it happens...

Thaw

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Pairing(s): Hockey Player!Taehyung x Figure Skater!Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, Hockey Au, Figure Skater Au, Highschool Au, Slice of Life Au

Warning(s): none

Word Count: 1.4K

“Why is it that every time I try to get the ice to myself, you’re somehow always here to ruin it?” Taehyung snickers to himself as you round on your skates to a quick halt, spraying snow in his direction. It doesn’t fly far enough to hit him, but the gesture doesn’t go unnoticed. Even though he seems to always interrupt your ice time around the same time every Friday, you can’t deny the start that stuttered your glide when he walked in and loudly announced his dismay at finding you here. Not that it was serious in any way, he just likes to push your buttons.

Watching as he pulls the door to the box open and steps gracefully onto the ice in his freshly sharpened hockey skates, you can’t help but envy the beauty in his otherwise mundane movements. His practice jersey flowing loosely around him and the bright flush present across his face gives away that practice must have ended not too long ago and yet he still waited around just to impose. Maybe it was the fact that he always finds endless ways to annoy you, from the old hockey player vs. ‘twirl girl’ fights to invading your space, it seems like he’s always there. What started as an annoying lighthearted rivalry turned into an unspoken comforting companionship. Not to say that he still didn’t annoy the living daylights out of you, you’re just so used to it that it’s worse if he doesn’t show.

So instead of hurling crude insults at him reminiscent of the first few months of your time together, you just skate slow circles around him while he adjusts to the ice, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips as he watches the graceful movements of your skates in awe. That was something that Taehyung never denied, the way you moved so artfully across the ice, as if the arena was your home and the ice an extension of yourself. He could bash your silly costumes and makeup until kingdom come but he never touched your skating abilities. To that, you were thankful.

While the stigma surrounding figure skating is no where near as intense as it once was, plenty of people still loved to rag on the sport, and Taehyung’s teammates were no exception. You had been the butt end of many ill-intended jokes across the bench or the halls and it was just something you learned to ignore early into your career. As long as you loved what you did, no one else’s opinions carried weight. It was not long after you had met Tae that the jokes ceased to hit the air and soon they were nonexistent. In all honesty, you had a minuscule inkling of Taehyung’s hand in the development, but mainly chucked it up to coincidental timing to save face.

You would never admit it aloud in fear of rejection, humiliation, whatever, but the charming forward elicited a spark in your heart no one had ever managed to before. In the beginning, the development made your stomach turn, the mere thought of being attracted to a puck head sending you into a spiral. After a while, you not only realized how incredibly hypocritical you were being, but you weren’t even giving him a fair chance.

Turns out, the stereotypes are just that: stereotypes. Taehyung ended up being one of the sweetest people you’d ever met, and despite his talent at being able to go from infuriating to charismatic back to exasperating within a matter of mere minutes, you never tired of him.

“It’s not my fault you think my ice time is yours. Or do you just subconsciously want to spend more time with me?” You often joked like this with him, perks of becoming surprisingly close over a relatively short period of time. This time, instead of laughing it off or chasing you with his stick like routine, he simply shrugs, adding, “Guess you caught me.”

For the second time that night your skates stuttered under your step, nearly sending you to the ice. Unbeknownst to you, the movement sent a smirk to Taehyung’s lips. He’d come to know you quite well, and thrives in the fact that he’s the only one who can falter your glide with the simplest things.

“You know, if you want to spend more time with me, all you have to do is ask.” Your sudden burst of courage burnt short as you continued your path along the ice, turning away from him at the last moment to avoid the embarrassment of him bearing witness to the scarlet shade of your skin.

How this boy managed to fluster you so easily was beyond you, and at times, usually late at night when you had your thoughts to yourself, it admittedly terrified you. To be so incredibly vulnerable to another person was new territory for you. The life of a skater, at least in your case, was a quite solitary one. Suddenly someone was tearing your precious walls down and you didn’t know how to react.

It was silent for a few moments, the only sounds resonating through the rink the scraping of both your skates against the ice and the tap of the puck Tae bats back and forth with his stick. It wasn’t entirely unusual for you both to settle into this type of quiet ambiance as you each focused on your own thing, but this was different. Your statements charging the air with a new electricity that hadn’t made itself entirely known before now. No one could deny that it wasn’t always there, but this was the first time it was clear and bold and unavoidable.

As you pulled into a spin, your mind couldn’t help but wander at the implications of the words spoken between you two. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe the wrong time, maybe you read the situation wrong. Perhaps Taehyung hadn’t meant his words in the way you had received them, but you both couldn’t take them back now. What if this was the weak piece in the tower, pulling the stick out and sending your entire friendship to the dirt?

But suddenly, your spin stops, and instead of finishing out, you come toe to toe with Taehyung. Out of breath and still flushed, you can’t help but stand there silently, staring at him as he stares back. It’s nerve wracking, the minimal space between you all still-air, thick with tension.

“Do you want to grab something to eat after this?” He asks, cutting the silence and causing your heart to leap to your throat. He was so close you could see every detail of his face, count every individual eyelash, smell the light scent of his cologne, and he was...asking you on a date?

“What?” Is all you can stutter out and for a second you wish you could descend into an abyss far away from your physical body. Of course you heard what he said, his face is literally centimeters away from yours.

“You, me, dinner, tonight. Like, a date.” He clarifies it so easily, you almost miss the light flush his cheeks take on as he attempts to hide it with that signature smirk. You’re stunned into a brief silence, not sure how exactly to respond. No one has ever been quite this direct with you, let alone ask you on a date. He takes in your expression, but instead of being deterred by your stupefied look, he breaths out an airy chuckle, “You said all I had to do was ask.”

Finally finding your footing, you clear your throat and return your averted gaze back to the boy in front of you. Seeing him so soft and honest, vulnerable to you, you realize that this is your chance. To admit to not only yourself, but to the boy who has been occupying your thoughts for months, that you do have feelings for him. Instead of burying all of these emotions deep down, you could bear them all out to the one person who would understand. He was laying all his cards out for you, and it was your turn to do the same.

So, grabbing his hand lightly in yours, tracing the soft pads of your fingers along the lines of his palm, you smile, brighter than you ever thought you could, and nod.

“I’d like that.” It was when you caught the light in his eyes as he smiled down at you, entwining your fingers together to lead you off the ice, that you knew you were done. He was it for you. And you were never letting him go.

The bet

Manorian hockey au

The high-pitched sound of the alarm began to ring through the room, waking Dorian so suddenly he felt like he had been hit in the forehead by a hammer. His eyelids fluttered, before slowly opening. Manon moved from where she was lying on top of him, and sat up in bed with a frown on her forehead. They both looked at the clock, marking six hours in the morning. Gods, he still hated waking up so early.

—Sorry. — Dorian said, sitting up to turn off the alarm and stop the noise. — I have a game today.

She rubbed her face and brushed her hair out of her eyes, muttering a curse.

— Is that why you were sleeping like a baby at eight?

Her voice was still hoarse with sleep, and Dorian felt every inch of his body want to lie back on the pillow and pull her with him. Instead, he leaned forward, in the opposite direction, and bit her lower lip.

— That's not what I remember to be doing at eight.

Manon rolled her eyes and sighed, knowing that they couldn't go on with that, at least not now. He got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

— You can stay and sleep until you have to go to class, if you want.

— It's fine. — she said, and rose to look for her clothes around the bedroom. — I need a ride to the campus anyway.

Dorian tried to get ready as quickly as possible so she wouldn't be waiting and he wouldn't be late, but it took a few minutes for sleep to leave his body completely, and to fix the mess Manon had made of his hair. When he left, she was already dressed in front of the mirror that stayed on the wardrobe door, pinning her hair into a ponytail, looking at the bruises on her neck that the white T-shirt she wore the night before did nothing to hide. She showed her middle finger when she saw him.

— I told you not to leave anything where the shirt wouldn't cover it. — Manon complained.

She let her hair down, which hid the marks, but the white strands were too tangled and messy to leave like that.

— Surely that's not what you said when I was putting them there.

A shoe flew past his head, and Dorian hid his smile so that she wouldn't throw the other one too. He finished dressing, and was putting on the jacket of the hockey team, but stopped halfway through the movement. The collar was high enough to cover her neck, and it would certainly be loose on her, but it would work until she could change clothes. He took it off and threw it to Manon.

— I think it'll solve the problem.

She looked from the coat to him like she was going to give it back, but took it with her when she went to the bathroom. Dorian went down the stairs that led to the living room, and found Chaol and Fenrys already awake in the kitchen. The first one holding a coffee mug, the second with his head resting on his hands and looking as if he had been hit by a truck.

— You look like shit. — Dorian said as a good morning, and opened the fridge to look for something to eat.

— Good morning to you too, Havilliard. — he murmured, and laid half his body on the counter. — Rowan is going to kill me.

— And we're going to make popcorn and watch. — Chaol replied, placing a glass full of water next to his head. — I don't know why you insist on drinking when there's a game the next day.

— The problem wasn't the drinking. — he grumbled, closing his eyes. — It's what came after. I barely slept.

— Who was the lucky lady this time? — Dorian asked, taking a seat beside Fenrys.

— One of your girlfriend's friends. The red-haired. Vesta.

He blinked, surprised, but not that much. At least it explained the sorry state Fenrys was in.

— Explains a lot. And don't say that Manon is my girlfriend. She'll rip your balls off if she hears that.

She chose that moment to appear on the stairs, looking more awake, with her hair pinned up and so beautiful in his jacket that it was ridiculous. Dorian looked away so that at least he wouldn't look as stupid as he was feeling. Fenrys suddenly came back to life when he saw her wearing the red coat of the team.

— Let's go? — Manon called out.

— I'm finishing - Dorian tossed her the car keys. — You can wait there if you're not going to steal my car and leave me behind again.

— It's been weeks ago. Get over it. — she paused in the doorway before closing it. — And I won't have to steal anything if you don't take too long.

The white door slammed shut and she left after the implied threat, ignoring the stares of the two curious men behind him. Dorian stared in the direction she had gone until Fenrys lifted his head, smiling in a way that totally justified the wolf nickname he had won on the ice.

— You were saying? - he began, in the most teasing and irritating voice possible. — Or were your thoughts interrupted by the thousands of pink hearts that appeared in your eyes when she showed up with your last name on her back?

— If you don't shut up, I'll tell Rowan that you not only drank, but had sex until three in the morning before you can defend yourself.

— It was until two in the morning.

— It won't make any difference to him, you can be sure.

Dorian put his plate in the sink behind Chaol when he finished, and said goodbye to both of them, ignoring Fenrys' mumbling. He stopped at the cupboard by the stairs to get his things while the rest of the boys went downstairs.

— See you all later. — he shouted before closing the door.

He felt a spark of electricity run through him as he stepped out into the cool morning air and walked to his car — and to the girl waiting inside. Suddenly, it didn't matter that much that the sun had barely risen. A good kind of anxiety that always preceded the games took over him, it was what happened when he put into practice everything he had worked so hard to train for.

Besides, now there was always the certainty that when he looked at the bleachers, Manon would be there. Dorian sighed, but ended up smiling. Maybe Fenrys was right about the hearts in his eyes. No matter how much Manon said against it, he knew that she had started watching the games because of him before she became obsessed with ice hockey. And Dorian would be lying if he said he wouldn't like to see her in the crowd wearing his jacket, or that she wasn't the one he looked for when they left after the game was over. Every single time.

But he didn't have time to dream about that — or about her — not at that moment. He had a game to win. And when he did, it always made anything else worth it.

—

Elide's surprised squeal could have woken a sleeping monster on the other side of the world and underground, Manon thought. It certainly had woken her. She stretched and sat up in bed for the second time in the day, at least now at a more acceptable hour. The alarm on her cell phone that normally woke her up began to ring seconds later.

— What? — she asked.

Elide didn't answer. She looked like a small animal excited and surprised by... ah. That. Manon hadn't bothered to change after Dorian had left her in front of the dorm. She had just taken off her pants, closed her eyes as quickly as possible, and blacked out. So she was still wearing the damn jacket. She hadn't even thought about taking it off. It was comfortable. It had nothing to do with being Dorian's, or his smell, or the "Havilliard" written in white on the back, just above the number 13.

— So — Manon's friend began, turning around both to hide a smile and to pick up whatever she had gone to her room to get. — When did he give you this?

— He didn't. — Manon answered, rolling her eyes. She got out of bed and went to the closet to start dressing. Gods, she needed a bath. — He borrowed it because the shirt I had didn't cover my neck, and I wasn't going to walk around the campus like this. — She lowered the jacket to the level of her elbows. Elide blushed when she saw the situation. — I'll give it back tonight at the game. And stop acting like you're pure. I'm the one who stays awake till the middle of the night with you and Lorcan wrecking the room.

— Manon!

She blushed harder and went to the doorway while Manon went to the bathroom. But Elide stopped before she left and called her again.

— Dorian would be glad to see you wearing this tonight. He could have borrowed any other coat. But he gave you this one.

The black-haired girl shrugged and said nothing more, as if she had left the sentence incomplete so Manon could think about it and get to some conclusion. But she decided just to ignore what Elide said, and went into the bathroom they shared. She had already had to deal with the stares of Fenrys and Chaol, and it was too soon for all that drama.

Of course it was important to Dorian, it was the fucking team jacket. But that meant nothing. It was just the first thing he saw. She sighed as the warm water began to fall over her body, soothing her tired muscles from the night before. They were sore, like wanting to throw in her face how much she had exaggerated with that "eight".

Anyway, she wasn't Dorian's girlfriend to walk around the arena in his coat while he was on the ice. It didn't matter either that she knew Elide maybe was right about him being glad to see her wearing it. Manon groaned, resting her head on the glass.

She was just going to give the damn jacket back.

—

Manon: where are you?

Dorian: locker room.

Manon: Already? Did you have to go on the show without your gala outfit matching the rest of the models?

I brought your coat

Dorian: The lack of the outfit didn't affect my impeccable performance for your information

And you can keep it if you want

You know that

Manon: and be attacked by 15 different girls who will be heartbroken if they think you're dating?

No, thank you

Dorian: has anyone ever told you that your sense of humor is a jewel?

Manon: Go put your skates on Havilliard

—

Manon looked anxiously at the scoreboard for what seemed like the thousandth time in the last minute, while Vesta and Elide were swearing beside her. They were losing. A curse escaped her mouth as well. Maybe, initially, she had started watching the matches and had become curious because of Dorian, but Manon had discovered that she really liked the adrenaline of hockey.

And if she wasn't lying, she enjoyed watching him play. If there was any way for Dorian Havilliard to be hotter, it was when he was on ice. There was a contagious tension and excitement before playing that was almost visible in the boys. Then, if they won, they had a huge party that was almost as interesting as the game to celebrate the victory. And when she and Dorian got tired of the party, they disappeared upstairs and he fucked her even better than he normally did. If he loved the games, she had learned to enjoy them too.

And she hated losing to the arrogant assholes from the other universities. Not that the boys on the Orynth University team weren't, but as Aelin Galathynius liked to say, the only arrogant assholes she would bother to tolerate were those, and that was enough for a lifetime.

But it wasn't just because she was competitive that Manon hated to lose. She knew how hard Dorian worked, and how down he got when the team lost. That match was being hard.

The boys came skating back onto the ice at the end of the break, and their half of the crowd screamed, trying to get them excited again. It was clear how tired they were. The other team was good. Really good.

She looked for the number 13 on Dorian's uniform, at the same time that he found her in the bleachers. They looked at the scoreboard at the same time, and she reprimanded him with a look.

We're trying, he said, just moving his mouth.

Try harder then.

Dorian rolled his eyes at her answer. They evidently had a disadvantage, and though it was not so great and they did not seem to have given up yet, it would be difficult for them to win. A silly idea popped into her mind, one that would surely take away at least some of Dorian's worry. Manon looked at the scoreboard again, biting her lip. Well, fuck it.

Do you want to make a bet? , She asked, and Dorian frowned.

What?

She lifted the jacket in her hand. If you win, I'll wear this.

Dorian blinked, surprised, and then smiled.

Deal

Before the two of them could say anything else, the coach called out, he put on his helmet, and seconds later was in position with the rest of the team, getting ready for the last chance to win. And now, there was no way he was going to lose.

—

The rest of the game seemed to happen at light speed. Dorian had the audacity to score two goals. The first was enough to make the boys recover their confidence and turn the game. Chaol managed to get the defense better and didn't let the disc pass once again. It was Rowan Whitethorn who scored the winning goal. The crowd went a bit crazy, and even Manon screamed a little, infected with the cheer. It was one of the best games she had ever seen.

She, Vesta and Elide went outside the doors, waiting for the boys to come out. She was surprised to see her friend there, and even more surprised when she said she would go to the party to see Fenrys. She would need a report later about when that had happened.

The two had both widened their eyes when they saw Manon putting on the jacket, as did half of the people in the arena. She only explained the bet, like it was nothing. They were not alone, Aelin and Yrene Towers met them at the exit to wait for Rowan and Chaol.

With many celebrating shouts, the doors opened and the team exited, half of them going in their direction. Manon's heart raced. Dorian was looking straight at her, with a smile so large on his face that she felt her mouth curl up at the corners.

— You lost — he joked, standing in front of her.

— You didn't. — Manon replied, crossing her arms.

He slipped his arm around her waist, and she didn't even think to resist when he pulled her into a kiss. She buried her fingers in his hair, still wet from the shower, ignoring the screams that began around them. Neither of them cared about the scandalous idiots. She could feel how happy he was, as if he was still smiling even as he kissed her. They were breathless when they pulled back, still ignoring everyone.

— I'm proud of you, princeling — she whispered into his lips, low enough so only he could hear.

He kissed Manon again, slower that time.

— Let's go. — Dorian pointed as they separated, and was quick enough to steal a kiss on her cheek before Manon could get away. Then he laughed at her scowl.

They both finally started to follow their friends, who were already shouting at them to leave the kissing for the bedroom. Dorian didn't try to hold her hand because he knew better than that, but he put an arm around her waist, and as they walked he pulled her closer. Manon let him.

That night, she would let.

—

🎨: @mellendraws

commissioned by: shavanreads

I LOVED writing manorian with that off-campus vibe, mostly because I re-read The Deal at the end of last year and I was obsessed with this fanart (as always)

This fic should've been posted in january but the tags weren't working 🙄, after three fucking months they're finally working again

Anyway, I hope you all like it 😘

⋆˚࿔  ꒰ 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ꒱  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✦. ── 🎶 he opens the door and he don't make me cry. he ain't from where we're from but he feels like home, yeah.🎶 tennessee orange, megan moroney

✦. ── pairing: mat barzal x tyler hughes

✦. ── main masterlist

✦. ── in which . . . tyler hughes and mat barzal meet at stagecoach in 2019 and history itself is made.

✦. ── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's

୨୧ tyler's profile ── the country sweetheart ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

blurbs ─── ⋆✩⋆ ୨୧ her relationship w/ quinn ୨୧ her relationship w/ jack ୨୧ her relationship w/ luke ୨୧ her relationship w/ mat ୨୧ tyler calls ellen to tell her about mat ୨୧ tyler tells jim about mat

fics ─── ⋆✩⋆ ୨୧ first date jitters ୨୧ meet the birth parents ୨୧ caught in tennessee

instagram ─── ⋆✩⋆ ୨୧ new friends & old friends ୨୧ soft launch ୨୧ hard launch

tiktok trends ─── ⋆✩⋆

⋆˚࿔  ꒰ 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 & 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗦 ꒱  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✦. ── 🎶 he opens the door and he don't make me cry. he ain't from where we're from but he feels like home, yeah.🎶 tennessee orange, megan moroney

✦. ── pairing: mat barzal x tyler hughes

✦. ── main masterlist tennessee orange masterlist

✦. ── in which . . . tyler post photos from stagecoach 2019 & rumors are sparked when a certain islanders player is present.

✦. ── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's.

April 27, 2019

@/tylerhughes_97

liked by trevorzegras, jackhughes, _quinnhughes

tylerhughes_97 stagecoach with old friends and some new ones.

tagged; @/trevorzegras, @/cam.york, @/barzal97, @/jamie.drysdale

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tylerhughes_97 or something @/jackhughes

username what was jamie and trevor even doing at stagecoach?

username they always go to big events for @/tylerhughes_97 whenever her brothers and parents can't go.

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username are we not gonna talk about the last pic? SHE HAS MET MAT BARZAL!!!

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username @/tylerhughes_97 i am seriously in love with those red boots!

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tylerhughes_97 😘 @/jamie.drysdale

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tylerhughes_97 @/trevorzegras i love you, z!

lhughes_06 can you bring me back a cactus?! i wanna name him cletus!

tylerhughes_97 cletus the cactus?

lhughes_06 what's wrong with the name cletus?

barzal97 it was nice to meet you, nashville! @/tylerhughes_97

qtylerhughes_97 same here, canada! @/barzal97

⋆˚࿔  ꒰ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐄 ꒱  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✦. ── 🎶it's the little things you do that make me want you and the not so little things that make me need you. 🎶 things, maggie lindemann

✦. ── pairing: trevor zegras x grayson kelce

✦. ── main masterlist

✦. ── in which . . . grayson kelce comes back from a hiatus, only to catch the attention of anaheim ducks fowards player, trevor zegras.

✦. ── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

✦. ── grayson's career is based on maggie lindemann's career, who is being used as the face claim for grayson. all of the information used is used from maggie's wikipedia page, though some of it has been changed to fit the timeline.

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐄 . ┊⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

─── profile .ᐟ

FULL NAME GRAYSON WYATT KELCE DATE OF BIRTH JULY 21, 2003 PLACE OF BIRTH CLEVELAND HEIGHTS, OHIO NICKNAMES GRAY, GRACY, BABY K, LITTLE KELCE, SISSY PREFERRED NAME GRAYSON ASTROLOGICAL SIGN CANCER LAST KNOWN ADDRESS CLEVELAND HEIGHTS, OHIO CURRENT ADDRESS LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA HEIGHT 5'4" EYE COLOR BROWN HAIR COLOR BROWN ❪NATURALLY❫, BLACK ❪DYED❫ OCCUPATION AMERICAN SINGER-SONGWRITTER, SOCIAL MEDIA INFLUENCER TATTOOS BROKEN HEART ON WRIST, "ALWAYS" ON FOREARM, MUSIC NOTES ON HER WRIST, "NOT AFRAID" ON ELBOW, MOON ON HER KNUCKLE, DOTS & SUN ON HER KNUCKLE, DOTS & PLANET ON HER KNUCKLE, STAR ON KNUCKLE, ANTI-BULLYING QUOTE ON HER SHOULDER, X ON HER KNUCKLE, "BITE ME" ON FINGER, "FEAR" ON HER WRIST, CROSS ON HER FINGER, HANDS HOLDING A FLOWER ON HER FOREARM, VAMPIRE FANGS ON HER FOREARM, "DEPRESSION & OBSESSION" ON HER UPPER ARM, KAOMOJI SMILEY FACE ON RIGHT INDEX FINGER PIERCINGS EAR LOBE, HELIX/CARTILAGE, AURICLE/RIM FAMILY JASON KELCE ❪ FATHER ❫, KYLIE KELCE ❪ STEPMOTHER ❫, WYATT KELCE ❪ LITTLE SISTER ❫, ELLIOTTE KELCE ❪ LITTLE SISTER ❫, BENNETT KELCE ❪ LITTLE SISTER ❫, TRAVIS KELCE ❪ UNCLE ❫, ED KELCE ❪ GRANDFATHER ❫, DONNA KELCE ❪ GRANDMOTHER ❫, MICHELLE WARREN ❪ BIRTH MOTHER ❫ CLOSEST FRIENDS JADEN HOSSLER, TAYLER HOLDER, RYLAND LYNCH, KOUVR ANNON, BRAD SIMPSON, SADIE SINK, JAMIE DRYSDALE, CAM YORK, CARTER HART RELATIONSHIPS CARTER REYNOLDS ❪ EXBOYFRIEND ❫, BRANDON ARREAGA ❪ EX BOYFRIEND ❫, TREVOR ZEGRAS ❪ 2022 ❫INSTAGRAM @/LIFEOFGRAYSON FACE CLAIM MAGGIE LINDEMANN

─── favorites .ᐟ

FAVORITE ANIMAL PUPPIES FAVORITE DRINK APPLE JUICE FAVORITE FOOD MEXICAN FOOD FAVORITE COLOR BLACK & RED FAVORITE SEASON WINTER FAVORITE HOLIDAY THANKSGIVING FAVORITE HOCKEY TEAM CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS, ANAHEIM DUCKS, NEW JERSEY DEVILS, VANCOUVER CANUCKS, TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS FAVORITE MOVIES BEETLEJUICE, BEAUTIFUL CREATURES FAVORITE ACTORS/ACTRESSES MEGAN FOX, JENNA ORTEGA, WINONA RYDER, TYLER POSEY, DYLAN O'BRIEN, ROSS LYNCH FAVORITE SINGERS/BANDS TATE MCRAE, BILLIE EILISH, JUSTIN BIEBER, SHAWN MENDES, JESSIE MURPH, BENSON BOONE, THE VAMPS, PANIC AT THE DISCO, SLEEPING WITH SIRENS FAVORITE TV SHOWS TEEN WOLF, STRANGER THINGS, THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

─── life facts .ᐟ

୨୧ grayson wyatt kelce was born july 21, 2003 at 2:45 am to michelle warren and jason kelce who were teenagers at the time of her birth. ୨୧ she was a week old when her mother signed over all of her rights to jason and left her daughter behind. ୨୧ grayson instantly had ed, jason and travis wrapped around her finger the moment she took her first breathe into the world. ୨୧ when she was six, she busted her chin open on a coffee table and ended up with twenty stitches, and she now has a long scar under her chin. ୨୧ she had a childhood best friend names kacey, but he passed away when they were sixteen after being in a motorcycle accident along with his older brother. ୨୧ she once had a goldfish that she named goldie, but travis overfed it and killed it so he had to replace goldie and he's never told her. ୨୧ she got her first tattoo when she was fifteen with her father's permission. ୨୧ in 2011, when she was eight years old, her dad was drafted to the philadelphia eagles and the two of them moved from cleveland heighs, ohio to pennsylvania, philadelphia. ୨୧ for the longest time, it was just her and jason until 2014 when he meets kylie and introduces the two of them to each other. ୨୧ grayson instantly liked kylie, and kylie absolutely adored grayson. ୨୧ april 14, 2018, grayson being fifteen, jason and kylie got married and as a wedding gift, grayson asked kylie to adopt her. ୨୧ october 2, 2019, grayson became a big sister at sixteen to a little baby girl that was named after her, wyatt elizabeth kelce. ୨୧ march 4, 2021, grayson once again became a big sister at seventeen to another little sister named elliotte ray kelce. ୨୧ february 23, 2023, grayson again became a big sister at nineteen to bennett liewellyn kelce which officially made jason a girl dad.

─── career facts .ᐟ

୨୧ she began posting videos of her singing on both vine and her other social media accounts, gaining quit the following for herself despite the following she already had for being the daughter of jason kelce. ୨୧ her career in music really kicked off when ryan tedder from onerepublic discovered a video of her singing on her instagram page, and soon after became her manager. ୨୧ she flew back and forth between philadelpia and los angele's to record music before fully moving to los angele's on her own when she was just seventeen. ୨୧ her debut single "knocking on your heart" was released in september 2015. her second single "couple of kids" was released on october 30, 2015. her third single "things" was released january 29, 2016. ୨୧ the official music video of "things" was released on her youtube channel on feburary 5, 2016. ୨୧ on september 29, 2018, grayson released her single "pretty girl", and it peaked at number four on the next big sound chart. ୨୧ she wrote "pretty girl" to show to people, and her little sister when she's older, that there's more to girls than just being pretty. that girls have so much to offer, and people should get past the physical appearance to something deeper. ୨୧ the music video for "pretty girl" premiered through people on march 9, 2019 and was her first song to ever chart on the us pop radio charts, peaking at number fifty. it also peaked at number eight on the uk singles chart. ୨୧ october 13, 2017, grayson features on the vamps single "personal", which started her friendship with the english band. ୨୧ grayson released yet another single "obsessed" on november 17, 2017, followed by, "human" on october 26, 2018, and "would I" on november 16, 2018. ୨୧ in march 2019, grayson was the supporting act for sabrina carpenter on the north american leg of the singular tour, and has also opened for the vamps, as well as madison beer on her life support tour in 2021. ୨୧ grayson released the single "friends go" on april 24, 2019 and the song was later rereleased featuring travis barker. ୨୧ through 2020, she released four more singles, "knife under my pillow", "gaslight", "sissorhands" and "loner". all four of the songs, as well as four new songs, were included on her debut ep paranoia, released on january 22, 2021. ୨୧ she took a break from social media & fame in april 2021 to move back to philadelphia for a little bit to be with her parents and little sisters.

─── grayson & trevor .ᐟ

୨୧ after taking a break from music & fame, grayson announced on instagram that she was putting a new single out after a year away which caught the attention of trevor. ୨୧ seeing that jamie was friends & commenting on her post, begging his roommate to invite her to a game so that he could meet her. ୨୧ grayson and trevor met each other april 29, 2022 at a ducks vs. stars game. ୨୧ the two of them instantly hit it off with jamie telling them that he would make a good matchmaker. ୨୧ the two of them go on a couple of dates before becoming official on may 15, 2022 with both of them making the decision to keep it out of the spotlight for a while. ୨୧ kylie is the very first person that grayson calls to tell her about trevor when they go on their first date, getting her mom to promise that she won't say anything to her dad before she can sit him down to tell him. ୨୧ she mostly wants to make sure that the relationship is really serious before she tells the rest of her family about trevor. ୨୧ july 21, 2022, during the summer in ohio with her family, on her birthday, two bouquets of flowers are sent to her grandparents' house from trevor & she tells her family about him. ୨୧ trevor meets jason and kylie july 24, 2022 when they invited him to stay with them in philadelphia to have dinner with them. ୨୧ jason is skeptical about trevor at first because he didn't really like her last two boyfriends, but he warms up to trevor before he and grayson go back to california. ୨୧ the rest of her family absolutely adores trevor, ecpecially her little sisters who always ask to talk to him whenever they call to talk to grayson. ୨୧ trevor is wyatt's favorite & she always clings to him whenever they're around each other. ୨୧ trevor loves that her little sisters like him. ୨୧ they first say "i love you" on their eight-month anniversary. ୨୧ they soft launch their relationship on january 16, 2023. ୨୧ their relationship is revealed by travis on accident during an episode of his and jason's podcast.

⋆˚࿔  ꒰ 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ꒱  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

✦. ── 🎶it's the little things you do that make me want you and the not so little things that make me need you. 🎶 things, maggie lindemann

✦. ── pairing: trevor zegras x grayson kelce

✦. ── main masterlist

✦. ── in which . . . grayson kelce comes back from a hiatus, only to catch the attention of anaheim ducks fowards player, trevor zegras.

✦. ── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

୨୧ grayson's profile ── the kelce sweetheart ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆

blurbs ─── ⋆✩⋆ ୨୧ grayson's relationship w/ her family ୨୧ grayson's relationship w/ trevor ୨୧ exposed on new heights ୨୧ the webs most asked questions ୨୧ grayson kelce, tattoo tour

imagines ─── ⋆✩⋆ ୨୧ back in the spotlight! ୨୧ the fam meets trevor ୨୧ gq couple's quiz

instagram ─── ⋆✩⋆ ୨୧ suckerpunch ୨୧ you make me crazier ୨୧ you're the best part ୨୧ tell a friend to tell a friend

this is an edit of my drunken thought last night but

hockey player simon is in my head right now—

thinking about how you are watching from the seats closest to the rink, and startling when he body-slams an opponent against the glass protector only for your eyes to meet his when he pulled away with a quiet snarl and snapped his head up in his anger.

he couldn’t have truly seen you, you tell yourself. he’s caught up in the middle of a game, high off his adrenaline, so you are damn sure that he didn’t really catalogue the interaction. that it was a fluke—eyes meet without the conscious awareness from the brains, you know that.

but.

riley (41) somehow began to gravitate towards your end of the rink, only slipping away for assists or to catch his mark. sure, the seat you chose was close to the ones that are angled well to the goal so perhaps that’s why he kept coming back, but there’s something electrifying at seeing the way he scans the crowd during the two-minute breaks, stopping when his eyes finally rest on you, before he skates away.

it makes your heart flutter, blood jumping as your mind runs with imaginations. you try smothering the blooming hope that maybe, just maybe, this man you idolize somehow is attracted to you. that somehow, amidst the craze and the adrenaline, you were able to leave such an imprint on him.

but the game rages on, with specgru managing to carve a tie against their opponents with mactavish (91) scoring a point. it makes the arena shake as screams and jumps erupt from your side of the rink; horns blaring as victory now seemed to be on the horizon. even the goalie, price (2), runs to mactavish, tapping his bucket, fond even in his excitement.

time runs. you swallow, parched, your eyes flicking between the screens and the rink itself as the tension reached new heights. your friend holds your hand, her nails digging into your skin, but you don’t even notice as you clock in riley’s fast skating, his blades slashing against the ice with intense ferocity.

garrick (33) passed the puck, and riley receives it.

your throat constricts, your eyes going wide. you plant your feet onto the floor, unconsciously tensing your muscles. your eyes follow his move, watching the way he devours the space to get to the best shooting spot—that sliver of angle in front of you.

you watch with bated breath, palm over your chest, but it takes your friend shaking you to realize what’s going on.

the roaring of the stage is all of a sudden muffled as your mind catches up to your eyes, now finding meaning to what exactly it is you’re seeing. your friend is screaming your name but you’re deaf to it all, focused only on the man before you.

riley, the man that he is, points at you. then he turns, swinging his lumber, sending the puck flying past the goalie’s legs and into the net.

it happened so fast—barely a second or two—riley’s point and his score—but it unfolded so clearly before your eyes and victory sings in your blood.

“what was that!?” your friend screeches, pulling you up now that the game has reached its end with the specgru claiming their second win.

you try to tell her that you don’t know, that you don’t even understand what the hell actually just happened, but your voice refuses to form and your mind is back to buffering and riley is still staring at you—

jesus.

he is still staring at you.

god—

guys idek what this was but i woke up and saw bulletpoints of a thought so uhhh heres an attempt 😭