BED CHEM

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BED CHEM

“Follow me,” Nico’s thick accent warmed your every cold nerve as the two of you slipped away from the devils event.

You were representing your company at this event, or gala, should you be more specific. You were dressed up in a black dress with a sheer cutout, sipping champagne to make the night go quicker.

As captain, Nico Hischier was a very put together man, but the minute he laid eyes on you, he lost all composure.

He had caught sight of you roughly forty minutes into the event and he couldn’t let his eyes stray from you for more than five minutes.

It was only when Jack realised Nico had been staring had he dragged the Swiss man over towards you to introduced himself.

You’d been startled by the sudden appearance of both men in front of you but as soon as you laid eyes on Nico, your posture straightened.

“Where are we going?!” You laughed as Nico suddenly glanced around and pulled you into a smaller conference room.

The man closed the door behind him. Nico's eyes were dark, intense, his breathing shallow as he looked at you. There was something about the look in his eyes that made your pulse quicken with every passing second. The sound of the gala outside was completely muffled, and you swore if he tried hard enough, he could hear your thumping heartbeat.

"You," he murmured, his voice husky, as he stepped closer, "You have no idea what you’re doing to me."

His hand reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his touch alighting every desire inside of your soul. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, his presence overwhelming and all-consuming as his nose brushed yours.

You’d never been this spontaneous, but coming face to face with the captain, there was something that drove you crazy, even if it was just lust in its simplest form.

"Nico," you whispered, your voice trembling as you met his gaze. There was a fire in his eyes, a hunger that mirrored your own.

A soft hum escaped his throat at the sound of his name escaping your lips. He couldn’t hold back anymore.

Nico closed the distance between you, his lips crashing onto yours with a force that left you breathless. Your back hit the wall of the room as your hands grappled to hold the fabric of his white jacket whilst his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against his front.

Every touch, every movement, was fueled by an insatiable need. You didn’t know this man, not really, but right at that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the way he made you feel, the way he seemed to have ignited something deep within you.

You gasped for air as his lips trailed down your neck, his breath hot against your skin, his stubble gently scraping your flesh as he repeatedly whispered your name, each mere syllable sending shivers down your spine.

For a moment, you pulled back, feeling all air escape your lungs, your chest heaving as you looked at him, lips swollen from the harshness of the kiss.

Nico's eyes were wild, his hair slightly tousled, and you couldn’t help but think how impossibly attractive he looked, how completely different he was from the composed man you’d seen earlier in the evening.

“I think we should leave,” you blurted out, pupils wide in desire.

“Mine or yours?” He immediately followed up, his eyes lingering on your lips.

“Anywhere with a bed…or a couch.” You whispered, as Nico gave into his urges and kissed you again, lips colliding with yours as his hands cupped your face. When he pulled back, a small smile crossed your face. “Or…right here could do?”

“Why be limited? Why not here…and on a bed…and on couch?” Nico’s voice murmured in your ear, his teeth grazing the skin of your ear.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

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11 months ago

canucks and hughes

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a short overview of my favourite haunted canuck tweets because i love the internet

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Hondo: You do realize there's a rumor going around the base that you're in love with Admiral Kazansky?

Maverick: A rumor? Are you telling me people are doubting it?

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Hii!! May I request 💜 violet fluff number 37 for Luke hughes? Maybe he gets injured in a game and the pain meds he’s put on have him begging for reader to continue playing with his hair as it brings him a comfort?

(btw I love your writing it’s always so so good and when I see your page it always brings a smile to my face <3)

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

37. “You should play with my hair some more."

All things considered, the hit could have caused a lot more damage.

It was a dirty hit, a nasty one that had the whole Devils bench exploding with complaints when the referees had only given the other guy a two minute minor. Luke hadn’t even been allowed to play the rest of the period or the rest of the game for precautionary reasons, instead taken straight to medical to do a full evaluation.

Nothing was broken but his shoulder was a little roughed up and it hurt like a bitch right now—a pain the doctors assured would ease in the next few days. The doctors had prescribed some strong painkillers to help ease the pain and allow enough relief for Luke to rest tonight.

Painkillers that seemed a lot more that strong if the boy’s current state was anything to go by.

“You’re really pretty,” Luke sighed as he turned his head to look at you with a goofy smile. “Like, reaaaaaally pretty.”

“I know, baby,” you grinned back at him. “You’ve only told me a hundred times in the last ten minutes.”

He frowned. “That’s not enough. I should tell you more.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “Those painkillers are really hitting you, aren’t they?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, nodding his head. “Feel really good right now.”

“Oh, I bet,” you mused as you reached towards him, pushing some of his curls out of his face and pushing them back.

“Wanna go home,” he murmured, his eyes fluttering shut as you continued to run your fingers through his hair. “Can we go home now?”

“Five more minutes, babe,” you assured him, your nails lightly stretching along his scalp as he let out a noise of contentment. Almost like a cat. You had to bite back your laugh at the thought. “Jack is gonna bring the car around so you don’t have to walk too much.”

“That’s nice of him,” Luke mumbled, his cheek pressed against the pillow as he gave up keeping his eyes open.

“Gotta stay up for me,” you murmured as you pulled your hand away, lightly stroking his cheek instead but the boy just whined in response.

“No, why did you stop?” His words were slurred together as he blinked his eyes open, frowning up at you.

“I don’t want you falling asleep right now,” you told him in a soft voice, smiling a little when he leaned his cheek into your hand. “We still need to get home and I don’t think me and Jack will be able to carry you the whole way.”

“I’ve seen how much he can lift, he’ll be fine,” Luke huffed out in response, slowly blinking as he yawned a little. “You’re going against doctor’s orders.”

You raised your brows in amusement. “Am I now?”

“Mhm, the doctor told me what I needed to feel better so you should listen to me,” Luke said, his eyes hooded and tired. “You should play with my hair some more. It’s the quickest road to recovery.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Well, if the doctor said so…”

“S’the first thing he learnt in school,” Luke told you, only to be interrupted by a yawn.

“You’re so lucky Jack isn’t here to hear this,” you murmured as you leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead before returning your fingers to his hair. “He would never let you live any of this down.”

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Buck surviving the lightning strike and going back to work means that Hen has to go to that bakery (she goes to the same one every time) to get him a 'welcome-back' cake (one which will have a terrible pun written on it in icing, something like "we're not shocked you're back"), and you just know that every time she walks into that bakery the staff drop what they're doing because they just know that it's going to be something absolutely wild

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reblog this to fuckin BITE all your mutuals

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See The Issue Is I Have A Folder Of Stupid Fucking Images I Want To Hockey Freak-ify And It IS Roughly

see the issue is i have a folder of stupid fucking images i want to hockey freak-ify and it IS roughly 400 so far. so i'll likely be here a long while. oh well. | one

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