Davey would love to give Jack gifts I think. Walked past the park as he went to work? Here's a flower that I thought smelled nice. Found a cool piece of glass or rock on the ground? It reminded me of your eyes. A little extra food from dinner? You always told me you wanted to try some, here.
Davey, especially when he first meets Jack, doesn't have much to give, but he gives what he can. Jack has never had someone so giving. He keeps all of the rocks and glass in a small satchel that's always on him. He asks Sarah how to press flowers. Maybe some day he's invited over to taste the food when it's fresh and maybe he tastes Davey's lips in the next room too
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- ponyboy would be an ao3 FANATIC. immediately after watching a new movie or finishing a book he would def go onto ao3 and search for fics
- soda would have LOVED snap. he would def add 199192 girls on quick add and ask them “wyll”
- i feel like johnny and ponyboy would play minecraft together. they prolly have a world thats like multiple years old and they have like special attatchments to their minecraft dogs
- ponyboy would also 1000% vape. he literally mentions in the book that if they sold chocolate flavored cigarettes he would be sold so imagine him with a chocolate flavored vape
- and melvin prolly has some fuck ass vape thats like sour gummy bear explosion that you can play flappy bird on ☠️
- not necessarily a modern hc but adhd and dyslexic soda is real to me and i need to spread the propaganda
- steve likes dc and batman and soda likes marvel and spiderman
- cherry is a pinterest warrior she has 377272772772 aesthetic boards for every situation ever
- darry actually crashes out over the superbowl if his team does bad he genuinely needs to take a lap
- twobit mathews Master ragebaiter. he ragebaits his teachers so bad snd thinks its the funniest thing ever
- ponyboy always has 20 million tabs open on his chromebook that lag it so bad but he insists he needs them and that theyre organized in a way that only he will ever understand
ok thats all i have rn but i love making hcs theyre so fun
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Prompt: telling connor about how easily you faint was not your favorite thing you’ve done ever. but now as you feel it coming at the end of the season dinner, you are grateful to have such an amazing boyfriend at your side
Warning: fainting
A/N: guys I’m mourning not seeing him play like you wouldn’t believe, so send me all your Bedsy requests
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If both you and Connor had to pick the perfect Saturday night, it wouldn’t be dressing up and going out. It would be dressing down and being tangled together on Connor’s couch in his apartment which is basically both of yours at this point.
But, he also never passes up the opportunity to see you dressed up. And every time he catches glimpses of your glowing skin or your lip gloss reflecting the sparkling lights, Connor forgets everything he thinks he knows.
He forgets that you guys are at the end of the season event, he forgets he’s around team mates and important staples in the Blackhawks franchise. All he knows, all he sees, all he cares about, is you.
Connor was a goner from the first moment he laid his eyes on you, and you weren’t any better.
And now here you both are, at a dinner after the ceremony. The team and their significant others dressed to the nines. You’re sitting at the long table reserved in the back room of some stunning restaurant in Chicago. Connor to your right, his hand ghosting your shoulder every once in a while as you’re leaned to the left talking to Frank Nazar’s girlfriend.
Everything was good, everything was light and easy and fun. Until it wasn’t. You recognize immediately that sickly warmth spreading down your spine. The way your heart rate picks up, the way your eyes start to feel watery but dry at the same time.
But you push it off, laughing at the story she is telling you. You reach out for your water glass, leaving the large glass of red wine untouched.
It’s then that Connor’s hand ghosts across your back again. It grounds you, which at the beginning of your relationship you hated. At the beginning of your relationship, telling Connor about your condition had felt impossible.
You had sat on the edge of his couch, twisting your fingers together, cheeks hot with embarrassment as you explained that you fainted easily. Sometimes too easily. Sometimes from heat, from standing too long, from stress, low blood sugar, dehydration, pain, or no obvious reason at all. And while telling him you had braced yourself for awkwardness, or concern, maybe for him to treat you like glass afterward.
But instead, Connor had listened carefully, brows drawn together as he asked, “What do you need me to do when it happens?”
It’s that reaction that made you aware that this was it for you. That Connor was your entire world and your entire future. That’s also why it’s not surprise that he turns to you when your shaking hand reaches again for the water glass.
“You okay?” Frank’s girlfriend asks quietly.
“Yeah,” you say, because the lie is automatic. “I’m just gonna run to the bathroom real quick.” You smile as you stand up, your feet feeling like cement as you make your way to the bathroom. Connor’s hand slips from the back of your chair as soon as you move, and you feel his eyes on you. You don’t spare a glance, because if you do, he will know. But it’s Connor after all, he already knows.
You walk carefully away from the table, heels clicking against the floor. Every sound feels too sharp and too muffled at the same time. But you make it to the bathroom, barely. It’s a single person one, thank god. Dark walls, black marble counter, and warm light. The second the door shuts behind you, you grip the edge of the sink and lower your head.
“Okay,” you whisper to yourself. “Okay, you’re okay.” But your reflection does not look convinced. You are pale, eyes too wide as your lips part as you try to breathe slowly, the way you have practiced.
In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Then again.
A knock sounds at the door, and he doesn’t even have to announce himself, you already know.
“Baby?” Connor’s voice comes through, low enough that no one outside the little hallway would hear. “It’s me.”
Your throat tightens as you go to unlock the door. Connor steps inside immediately, broad shoulders filling the small space in his dark suit. His hair is slightly messy from where he has probably run a hand through it, and his eyes sweep over you in one quick, practiced check before he closes the door behind him and locks it.
“Hey,” he says, voice gentle. “Talk to me.”
“I’m fine,” you say, and even you can hear how weak it sounds. “I just got hot all of a sudden, and-“ you try to keep talking. But all of a sudden it is like someone has sucked all the air out of your body. “And-“ you try to say again. But Connor is already moving.
The floor dips, and all of your words vanish. For one second, it feels like you are underwater. Connor’s face moves farther away and closer at the same time, and your ears fill with a low roaring sound.
“Con-“ you wheeze out, and then your knees go. Connor catches you before you can hit the floor. He lowers with you, controlled and fast, one arm locked around your waist, the other reaching for your head. Your body goes limp against him, and the last thing you remember is the smell of his cologne. Then everything turns dark.
Connor does not panic, at least not visibly. His heart however, is a completely different story. It slams so hard against his chest that it hurts, but his body moves on memory. He knows how to work through fainting episodes.
He gets his back against the bathroom wall and carefully pulls you between his legs, your back pressed to his chest. The skirt of your dress pools over his thighs and across the tile.
“I’ve got you,” he says, even though you cannot hear him. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He supports your head against him and reaches for your wrist. His fingers hover over your pulse, it’s there but faint. He checks the time on his watch immediately. Feeling how slow your breathing is. Slow, slow and shallow.
“Baby,” he murmurs, his voice strained for the first time. “Come on.” He says as he glances down, taking in your dress that is tight across your chest and ribs, the bodice unforgiving. He knows the dress did not cause this, but he also knows anything restricting your breathing is not helping.
“Okay,” he whispers. “I’m just gonna help you breathe.” He leans you forward carefully, keeping one arm across your front so you do not tip too far. His fingers find the zipper at the back of your dress, and of course, it catches.
“Come on,” he mutters, pulling again before it gives. He eases it down your back a few inches. And almost immediately he sees your chest expands more fully. He closes his eyes for half a second in relief. “There you go,” he whispers, pulling you back gently against him. “That’s it. Good girl, just breathe.”
He keeps two fingers against your pulse, which is still weak, but stronger the before. He watches the minutes pass on his watch. Every moment passing where you’re frozen still against, is a moment his heart beats faster.
“Hey,” he murmurs, lowering his mouth near your ear. “Hey, baby, I’m right here.” But still you’re unresponsive, and the minutes keep passing. “Gonna be honest with you, sweetheart, this is not my favorite one we’ve done.”
He tries to make his voice light, but it comes out shaking anyway. He looks at his watch again.
“Okay,” he says, a little firmer now. “Okay, it’s time to come back to me now.” His thumb is rubbing circles on the inside of your wrist, but still time ticks by. “Come on,” he whispers. “I know you’re tired, but you gotta wake up for me, baby. Please.” He whispers.
Your eyes still remain closed. And Connor can feel his throat going completely dry. He knows the plan, knows what to do and knows when too long becomes… too long. And right now, Connor is starting to fucking panic. He’s not the stoic hockey player, he is just your boyfriend, on a bathroom floor, holding the girl he loves while she is frozen in his arms.
“Baby,” he whispers, and this time the fear slips through. “This one too long, okay? You’re scaring me.”
And then it happens, your fingers twitch and Connor freezes.
“There,” he says immediately. “There you are.” He chokes out as he cups the side of your face. “That’s it baby, come on. Follow my voice.”
Your eyelids flutter once, brows pinching together as you take your first deep breath in minutes.
Connor bends his head closer.
“Careful. Careful.” He says, trying to ground you. “Come back slow, no rush baby. It’s just you and me.”
As your eyes finally open, watery and squinting from the bathroom sconces, Connor nearly crumbles in relief.
“Hi,” he says softly. “Hi, baby. There you go.” He comforts as your head shifts against his shoulder. “Don’t move yet,” he tells you immediately. “Just breathe, I’ve got you.”
“Connor?” Your voice is tiny when it comes out, but Connor swears he’s never heard anything more perfect. “Oh my god.” You state, like you’re realizing the reality of the situation. “I’m so sorry-“ you start, but he cuts you off.
“No.” He says firmly, planting a kiss on your temple. “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong, okay?”
“I hate this.” You whisper, your hand finding his thigh and squeezing with as much force as you could muster. “I hate that you have to do this.”
“I’m so sorry you have to go through it. But taking care of you? That is not something I hate.” He confesses, and for a while you both just sit there. Finally, when your breathing is steadier and the roaring in your ears has gone, Connor shifts carefully.
“I’m gonna put you on the counter, okay?”
You nod, and you feel weightless as he gathers you up and slowly sets you down on the marble. You blink slowly at him, and he grabs a small towel and wets it, setting it on the back of your neck. You close your eyes, sighing at the coolness.
“That feels good.” You whisper, letting your eyes fall shut.
“I know.”
“You’re cocky.”
“I’m experienced.” He corrects, causing your eyes open. Because he is experienced, experienced at loving you through something you once thought would make you unlovable.
But here he is, standing between your knees, close enough that your dress brushes his suit pants. Loving you just as much as he did the day before.
“What do you say we get out of here, yeah?” He asks, and your eyes shift to his. You nod as you lean forward, resting your forehead against his chest.
His arms go around you immediately. And for a while, neither of you say anything.
Outside the bathroom, the restaurant and the team continue on without you, you’re sure they are all wrapping up by now, you’re feeling a bit lucky to have had this happen near the end of the evening versus the beginning. But inside the bathroom, Connor holds you like there is nowhere else he needs to be.
“Take me home, Con.” You whisper, pulling your head away from his chest. Away from the smell of his cologne. Away from his warmth and comfort.
“Can you stand?” He asks, and you just nod. Too drained to respond. Connor lifts you off of the counter, slowly placing you down so you’re facing the mirror, your back to his chest. He watches you in the mirror, and he smiles softly at what he sees. “I just have to zip you back up, okay?”
You place your palms on the counter, and take a breath as he zips the dress back up your back, taking the towel and resting it near the sink.
You watch him as he does it, and if you weren’t already in love with him, you would have been falling head over foot right now. You close your eyes, leaning back into his solid chest.
“Take all the time you need.” He whispers in your ear, holding you up. “It’s only me and you.”
Nico Hischier x Pop girlie reader pt 2: What your IG feed would look like over the summer
a/n: No Other Heart smau... haven't heard that name in ages (like 3 weeks) HERE'S A PART 2 YAYYY (this is also a part 2 to a series i may be making!! what your ig feed would look like while dating __)
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♫: Walking On A Dream - Empire Of The Sun
yourusername: beach 'n barbecue... he's more american than me
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COMMENTS...
nicohischier: The pizza was vegan and stupid
yourusername: you want to eat whatever u want w me soooo bad 🌀🌀 hockey diet isn't a thing over the summer ouuuuu 🌀🌀🌀🌀 have a meat lovers pizza ouuuu 🌀🌀
yourmom: Visit us before Nico has to go back to NJ!
yourusername: He read this comment and has now been talking about your cooking for 10 minutes
malcomtodd: I really wish i could get a free hamburgerrrrrr
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likes by jesperbratt njd00 amandamarkstrom_ and others
sierrahischier baby girls first time watching daddy and her uncles in person 🥺🫶🏼 ps. she wanted to fight the other team for hurting her “uncy ack and mo” and now I’m concerned
nicolelaud tmeier96 nicohischier
jackhughes awwww she worries about me
▸ sierrahischier she saw you go down and I swear she was gonna fly down there 😭
▸ lhughes_06 she really only cares for Nico jack and timo
▸ sierrahischier and Jesp
nicolelaud MISSED MY BABY GIRL SO MUCH
▸ sierrahischier me or my daughter…
▸ nicolelaud both of you
▸ sierrahischier listennnnn ill divorce Neeks, you break off yours and Jesp engagement and we’ll run away together…
▸ nicolelaud LETS DO IT
▸ jesperbratt what?
▸ nicohischier excuse me?
nicodaws she’s getting so big
▸ stefannoesen right. I remember Cap bringing her in for the first time and her non stop screaming
ninahischier meine Nichte
▸ sierrahischier Sie vermisst dich. Sie fragt immer, wann du sie besuchen kommst.
▸ ninahischier Ich kaufe mir jetzt ein Flugticket. 🥺
dougieham she’s gonna be running the locker room by next season
▸ sierrahischier honestly she already tries 😭 she told me she’s “the captain now”
▸ dougieham not her taking nico’s job already 💀
tysmith_6 tell her next time she wants to fight someone just give me a heads up I’ll bring snacks
▸ sierrahischier she’d love that actually, she thinks you bring the “good candy” 😂
▸ tysmith_6 because I do.
▸ lhughes_06 debatable
lhughes_06 She screamed louder than our goal horn
▸ codyglass8 heard her from the bench
▸ miles.wood44 we ALL heard her from the bench
amandamarkstrom_ she’s seriously the cutest mini fan 😭❤️
▸ sierrahischier she keeps asking when she can sit with you again bc she “likes your hair” 😭
▸ amandamarkstrom_ tell her I said we’ll have a girl’s day soon 💅
High School Sweethearts - NH13 (ft. NJD players , Hischier family)
summary: the four times you and Nico talked about marriage, and the one time where the talks came true / childhood friends - high school sweethearts - husband and wife
pairings: nico hischier x reader / njd players x reader / hischier family x reader / jack hughes x reader
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1. The Playground Wedding
At seven years old, “marriage” wasn’t much more than a game. The two of you stood under the big oak tree in the schoolyard, hands clasped together as your best friend Jonas took on the role of officiant.
“You may now kiss the bride,” Jonas declared, barely holding back a snicker.
Nico’s face turned red instantly. “No kissing!” he protested, shaking his head so hard his hair flopped over his eyes.
You made a disgusted face, nodding along. “Yeah, gross!”
Jonas rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “Fine, then just hold hands. And say ‘I do.’”
You and Nico glanced at each other, suppressing giggles before mumbling in unison:
“I do.”
“I do.”
Jonas clapped his hands together with exaggerated enthusiasm. “Okay, now you’re married! That means you have to stay together forever!”
At the time, neither of you thought much of it. Forever was just a word, and marriage was just a game. But even as you ran off to the swings afterward, hands still loosely linked, neither of you let go first.
2. Late-Night Conversations in High School
Years passed, and what was once a childhood game had become something real.
It was your senior year of high school, and the two of you had been dating since freshman year. You were lying on Nico’s bed, staring at the ceiling as music played softly in the background, your fingers idly tracing patterns on his arm.
“Do you ever think about the future?” you asked, voice quiet in the dim glow of his bedside lamp.
“With you?” Nico turned his head to look at you, a small smile playing at his lips. “Always.”
Your cheeks warmed, but you pressed on. “Do you ever think about, like… marriage?”
Nico was silent for a moment, then shifted onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow. “Yeah. I mean… it’s not something I’d want to rush, but I can’t really imagine being with anyone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat. “Me neither.”
He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Then maybe, someday…”
You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Someday.”
3. After the Draft
Nico had been drafted first overall to the New Jersey Devils, and life had changed overnight. Between training camps, media obligations, and moving to a new city, everything felt like a whirlwind. But when he had a rare free moment, he called you.
“You sound tired,” you noted, voice laced with concern.
Nico chuckled softly. “I am. But I wanted to hear your voice.”
You bit your lip, missing him more than you wanted to admit. “Is it everything you expected?”
“It’s… a lot,” he admitted. “But it’s worth it. I just wish you were here with me.”
Your heart ached. “Me too.”
There was a pause before he added, almost shyly, “You know… if you were my wife, you could come with me anywhere.”
Your breath hitched. “Nico—”
“I know, I know,” he interrupted with a nervous laugh. “Not yet. But… someday, right?”
You smiled, your chest tightening with love for him. “Someday.”
4. Jack Hughes and His Big Mouth
Taking care of an injured, very drunk Jack Hughes was not how you and Nico had planned to spend your evening.
Jack was sprawled out on the couch, one arm draped dramatically over his eyes. “You guys are so cute. Like… stupid cute.”
You exchanged amused glances with Nico. “Thanks, Jack,” you said, adjusting the ice pack on his knee.
Jack suddenly sat up—or at least tried to, before flopping back down with a groan. “No, but like, seriously. Nico talks about marrying you all the time.”
Your eyes widened. “He does?”
Nico groaned, running a hand down his face. “Jack—”
But Jack had already passed out.
Silence filled the room until you turned to Nico, raising an eyebrow. “All the time, huh?”
Nico sighed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “I mean… yeah. I do think about it. A lot.”
You felt your heart swell. “Me too.”
His lips quirked into a soft smile. “Good. Because I meant it when I said someday.”
You leaned against him, your fingers finding his. “Someday,” you echoed, squeezing his hand.
5. The Proposal
The New Jersey Devils had just won the Stanley Cup. The arena was electric—fans screaming, confetti raining down like a dream, and the sound of skates scraping against the ice as teammates embraced, shouted, and celebrated the biggest moment of their careers.
You stood at the edge of the chaos, watching Nico soak it all in. His hair was damp with sweat, his face lit up in pure joy as he hugged his teammates, lifted the Cup high above his head, and let out a triumphant yell. You had never seen him look happier, and it made your heart swell with pride.
Then, as if he could feel your eyes on him, Nico turned to you.
His smile softened, something deeper flickering in his eyes as he skated over. Without a word, he reached for your hands, his own still trembling from adrenaline, from the weight of what he was about to do.
The roaring crowd, the flashing cameras, the sea of teammates and WAGs—everything blurred into the background.
“You know how I always said ‘someday’?” he began, his voice thick with emotion.
Your breath hitched, your hands tightening around his.
Nico took a shaky breath and reached into the collar of his jersey, pulling out something that had been tucked beneath the fabric—a ring, carefully secured to a thin chain around his neck.
Your hands flew to your mouth as your heart pounded in your chest.
“I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment,” he continued, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions written all over his face. “And I realized… there’s no better moment than this. No better place. No better time.”
He let go of your hands just long enough to drop down onto one knee, right there on the ice, surrounded by his teammates, his family, the fans who had watched his journey from the start.
Your vision blurred with tears as he held the ring up to you, his blue eyes shining with nothing but love.
“You have been with me through everything—every high, every low, every dream I chased. And through it all, the only thing I was ever truly sure of was you.” He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. “I don’t want to say ‘someday’ anymore. I want forever to start now. So… will you marry me?”
For a moment, all you could do was nod, too overwhelmed to form words. When you finally found your voice, it was barely more than a whisper—shaky, full of love, of certainty.
“Yes,” you breathed.
The arena erupted into cheers as Nico slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands still shaking, and then, without hesitation, he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ice and spinning you around.
The cameras flashed, the confetti kept falling, and somewhere in the background, Jack Hughes was loudly cheering, “ABOUT TIME!” Earning a smack on the back of his head from Jesper.
But all you could focus on was the boy who had once fake-married you on a playground, who had spent years saying ‘someday,’ and who was now kissing you in front of thousands, sealing a promise that had been written in your hearts all along.
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ᯓ pairing nico hischier x girlfriend!reader , slight platonic!jack hughes x platonic!reader
ᯓ summary when nico hischier takes a puck to the face mid-game, his private girlfriend—watching from a secluded box with an injured jack hughes—witnesses it all in real time. as blood hits the ice and nico rushes off without looking back, panic sets in. jack, seeing her unravel, breaks protocol and drags her straight to the trainers’ room. there, between antiseptic and broken barriers, she realizes that staying hidden isn’t worth the fear of losing him.
You liked it better this way—quiet, removed, private. No one knew you were here for Nico. You weren’t a WAG, not in the public sense. And honestly, you preferred it that way.
It’s why you were in a private box at the Prudential Center tonight, tucked behind tinted glass next to a injured Jack Hughes, whose shoulder was in a brace from a nasty collision just a week prior. He was in a hoodie and baseball cap, snacking on a pretzel and giving you occasional play-by-plays even though you knew the game almost as well as he did.
“They’re getting chippy,” Jack muttered, eyes narrowing as the Devils tangled near the boards.
“I can tell,” you said softly, watching the familiar number 13 flash by.
Nico was locked into captain mode, focused, intense. You could see it in the way his jaw tightened after every shift, the way his eyes scanned the bench between plays. He was having a good game—until it happened.
It was fast. You almost missed it. A slapshot deflected at an odd angle and—
The puck ricocheted right into Nico’s face.
You didn’t even register the crowd gasping. You stood up so fast your stool tipped back.
“Nico,” you whispered.
Blood. You saw it. His glove was pressed against his face, his posture rigid as he bent over, stumbling toward the bench. Trainers scrambled to meet him as he rushed off the ice with a crimson trail left behind.
You couldn’t breathe.
“Hey. Hey,” Jack said quickly, pushing himself up with a wince and grabbing your elbow. “It looked bad but I promise, it’s probably just a cut. They bleed a lot.”
You barely heard him. Your heart was pounding in your ears. You could see the blood, the way Nico hadn’t even looked up at the bench, the panic in the trainer’s faces. Your nails dug into your palms, trembling.
“I—” Your voice cracked. “He was bleeding, Jack—”
“I know,” Jack said, trying to be calm but also alarmed now. He looked you over once and swore under his breath. “Screw this. Let’s go.”
Before you could stop him, Jack grabbed your hand—tight, steady—and started dragging you toward the door.
“Jack, you can’t—I’m not supposed to—”
“Screw supposed to,” he muttered, hitting the button for the elevator. “You need to see him. And he’ll want to see you.”
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The hallway outside the trainer’s room smelled like antiseptic and skate oil. It was too bright. Too white. Too cold.
Jack didn’t knock—he barged in like he still ran the team despite the shoulder brace.
“Don’t yell at me,” he told the trainer with a grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “Just returning someone to lost and found.”
You didn’t even laugh. Your eyes locked on Nico immediately.
He was sitting on the exam table, jersey peeled off. A towel pressed to his mouth, blood still soaking the bottom edge. His eye was already swelling. His knuckles were red like he’d punched the boards in frustration. When he looked up and saw you, something in his shoulders sagged.
“Meine Liebe,” he mumbled, voice thick with gauze and blood.
You were frozen in the doorway for one second—and then you were across the room, stumbling into him.
You tried not to cry. You tried. But his hand came up to cup the back of your head, and you could feel him trembling too, and suddenly the fear that had gripped your throat all game came pouring out.
“You didn’t get up,” you whispered, clutching his arm. “You didn’t look at me, I thought—”
“I’m okay,” he said hoarsely, shaking his head. “I’m okay.”
“You’re not! You’re not—you’re bleeding and—”
Jack quietly turned and closed the door behind him.
Nico took the towel away just long enough for you to see the deep split above his lip, the swelling that would likely become a nasty bruise, and then put it back.
“I was scared, the second I saw you fall and you didn’t get up…” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
“I know,” he said softly. “I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see that.”
You tried to say something—You scared me, I love you, I hate this—but it just caught in your throat. Nico tugged you closer.
“I’m still here,” he murmured, letting your forehead rest against his. “Still with you.”
His blood was on your sleeve. You didn’t even care. He was okay, and that’s all that mattered to you in that moment.
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Summary: What kind of girl dad would Nico be? What would he teach her?
Parings: Nico Hischier x Reader / Nico Hischier x Daughter / Nico Hischier x Unborn Child / ft Jack Hughes, Jesper Bratt & Dougie Hamilton
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Finding Out You’re Having a Girl – Nico would be so soft when he finds out. The moment the doctor says, “It’s a girl,” his face just lights up. He squeezes your hand, probably kisses your forehead, and just whispers, “A little girl?” like he can’t believe it. He spends the next few days grinning every time he thinks about it, already imagining what she’ll be like. He starts calling her “his little princess” before she’s even born.
Introducing Her to the boys – The first time he brings her to the locker room, she’s in a tiny Devils onesie with Hischier on the back, and the guys lose their minds. Jack Hughes is immediately like, “Oh my god, she’s so small,” while Dougie Hamilton is already trying to teach her how to fist bump. Jesper Bratt swears he’s her favorite uncle, even though she’s just staring at him. Nico just beams with pride, holding her like she’s the most precious thing in the world (because to him, she is).
Teaching Her to Skate – The first time he puts skates on her, she’s wobbling so much he just scoops her up and glides around the ice with her in his arms. As she gets older, he’s the most patient teacher, always there to catch her when she falls. He definitely lets her “beat” him in little races, and if she scores a goal on him, he acts like she just won the Stanley Cup.
Tea Parties – Listen, this man is all in. You walk in one day to find Nico sitting on the floor, a tiara on his head, pink feather boa around his shoulders, sipping invisible tea from a tiny cup while his daughter tells him very seriously about the royal ball. He never half-asses it—if she wants him to talk in a princess voice, you bet he’s doing it. “Why yes, Your Majesty, this tea is simply divine.”
Making Time for Her Performances – Even during the busiest parts of the season, he does everything to be at her dance recitals or school plays. If he has a game and can’t be there, he FaceTimes right after to tell her how proud he is. But if he can make it? He’s the loudest dad there, clapping like crazy, grinning ear to ear, probably recording the whole thing. He also definitely gets chirped by the guys for tearing up the first time she performs.
Matching Game Day Outfits – She has a tiny Devils jersey with his number, and on game days, she refuses to wear anything else. He takes a pre-game selfie with her every time and posts it with “My lucky charm” as the caption.
Doing Her Hair – At first, he sucks at ponytails, but he watches YouTube tutorials until he masters it. Eventually, he’s braiding her hair like a pro, and if she asks for a fancy style before school, he’s up early making sure it’s perfect.
Letting Her Paint His Nails – She asks him once during a daddy-daughter day, and from then on, it’s a tradition. He just sits there, letting her paint his nails bright pink with glitter, acting like it’s totally normal when he shows up to practice. The guys chirp him, but he just shrugs and says, “She said it’s my power color.”
Protective Dad Mode – The first time she scrapes her knee, he freaks out like it’s a season-ending injury. Later, when she gets older and mentions a boy in her class, he’s suddenly very interested in meeting him. “Is he nice to you?” (Meanwhile, Jack is in the background like “Dude, she’s seven.”)
Cuddling Her After Road Trips – No matter how late he gets home, he checks in on her first. If she stirs, she immediately mumbles “Daddy?” and reaches for him, and he just melts, scooping her up and rocking her back to sleep.
Teaching Her Swiss German – He makes sure she knows both English and Swiss German. Sometimes, he says things in Swiss German just to see her little face scrunch up in confusion, but when she starts speaking it back? Proud dad moment.
Baking Together – He is not a good baker, but when she wants to make cookies, he’s all in. The kitchen ends up a disaster, flour everywhere, and the cookies are questionably shaped—but he eats them like they’re Michelin star quality.
Letting Her “Help” With Workouts – She sits on his back while he does push-ups, giggling the whole time. Eventually, she tries to do squats next to him, and he hypes her up like she’s training for the Olympics.
Always Hyping Her Up – Whether she’s showing off a drawing, skating, or just spinning in a dress, he gasps like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever seen. “Are you kidding? You made this?! That’s incredible.”
Her First Pair of Skates – He keeps them forever, even after she outgrows them. They sit on a shelf in his office, right next to his hockey memorabilia. ( Once Jesper, the one who got them for her, notices them in Nico’s office and just smiles at the fact his captain and friend is soft like this)
Stuffed Animal Ritual – She has a favorite stuffed animal (probably a little cow or a bear), and Nico always makes sure it’s with her when she needs it. If it ever gets lost, he drops everything to find it.
Late-Night Talks – When she has a bad day, she finds him on the couch, and he just listens. No judgment, no pressure—just her dad, reminding her he’s always there.
Surprising Her at School Lunch – On off days, he shows up at her school unannounced with her favorite food, and she acts embarrassed but secretly loves it.
Making Every Birthday Special – He wakes her up with balloons and pancakes. Every year. Even when she’s a teenager and pretends she’s too cool for it.
Keeping Her Drawings Forever – His fridge is covered in her artwork. If she ever makes something hockey-related, it immediately gets framed. (The boys hang their little drawings from her as well)
Extra:
Nico’s fingers brush over your growing bump, his touch warm and careful, like he’s holding something fragile. He lets out a small chuckle, his other arm wrapped around your shoulders as you both lay together on the couch. “I feel like it’s another girl,” he murmurs, tilting his head to look at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. You raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? You sure about that, Cap?” He grins, nodding. “I just have a feeling.” His hand smooths over your belly again, his voice quieter now, almost like he’s speaking to the baby. “Another little girl to boss me around. Just imagine—two of them ganging up on me.” He lets out a dramatic sigh, but the sparkle in his eyes betrays how much he loves the idea. You laugh, resting your head against his shoulder. “You don’t want a boy this time?” He shrugs, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’d love a boy too. But… I don’t know, I think I was meant to be a girl dad. Our little one already has me wrapped around her finger, what’s one more?” He pauses for a second before smirking. “Besides, I need someone else to paint my nails when she’s too busy with her friends.”
The Ones Who Knew - NH13 (ft. Hischier Family , Jesper Bratt)
summary: after the proposal nina hischier exposes she and two of nico’s teammates knew about it all along.
pairings: nico hischier x reader / jesper bratt x reader / hischier family x reader / jack hughes x reader /
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The moment Nico slipped the ring onto your finger, the world seemed to explode around you. His teammates were cheering, fans were screaming, and somewhere in the chaos, Jack Hughes was loudly declaring, “ABOUT TIME!”
But before you could even process it all, a pair of strong arms wrapped around you—Katja Hischier, pulling you into the warmest, tightest hug.
“Oh, sweetheart,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “We have been waiting for this moment for so long. Welcome to the family—officially.”
Your heart clenched as you hugged her back, feeling the weight of her words settle deep in your chest. You’d always felt like a part of their family, but now? Now, it was real.
Before you could say anything, Rino Hischier stepped forward, his usual reserved demeanor softening as he placed a firm hand on Nico’s shoulder. He turned to you with a rare, proud smile.
“You make him happy,” he said simply. “That’s all we could ever ask for.”
Your fingers curled tighter around Nico’s, your emotions threatening to spill over again. “And he makes me happy.”
The moment was interrupted by a loud groan. “Finally!”
You barely had time to react before Nico’s younger brother, Luca, practically tackled you in a hug before shaking his brother’s shoulders. “Seriously, I was starting to think you’d wait until retirement to do this.”
“Hey!” Nico protested, laughing as he shoved him back.
Luca smirked. “I mean, I knew from the first time I met her that she was stuck with us forever. Guess I was right.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased, making Luca chuckle.
Then, just as you thought you could catch your breath, Nina burst forward, practically vibrating with excitement.
“Oh my god, do you have any idea how hard this was to keep a secret?” she blurted, grabbing your hands to stare at the ring on your finger.
Your eyes widened. “Wait… you knew?”
“Of course I knew!” she exclaimed. “Me, Jack, and Jesper were the only ones Nico told! And do you know how impossible it is to not slip when you talk to someone every day?”
Jesper Bratt appeared beside her, laughing as he threw an arm around Nico’s shoulders. “I deserve a medal for keeping my mouth shut,” he joked. “I almost slipped, like, a hundred times.”
Nico chuckled, shaking his head. “I was half-expecting Jack to ruin it somehow.”
Jesper smirked. “Oh, we all were. But lucky for you, he was too busy talking about himself to notice.”
Nina rolled her eyes before turning back to you, her expression softening. “But seriously, I’m so happy for you guys. You’ve been part of our family forever, but now it’s official. And I couldn’t imagine anyone better for my brother.”
Your heart swelled as she pulled you into a tight hug, and you let yourself sink into the moment.
Nico looked around at the people who meant the most to him—his teammates, his family, and the love of his life standing right beside him, wearing the ring he had picked out months ago.
And as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close despite the roaring crowd, he knew one thing for certain.
This? This was everything he had ever dreamed of. And the someday came true.
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