Nik_figueiredo

Pairings: Dean Di Laurentis x fem!reader

Summary: Somehow you find yourself co-parenting with the biggest manwhore in all of Briar U.

⋆˚࿔ tina's note 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ *taps on the microphone* is this thing on? Hiiiii I'm back with this series! (kinda) I tried forcing myself to incorporate an ask into it and for some reason my brain short circuited and decided i could no longer write lol but a few days ago I decided to scratch the ask (sorry nonnie, I might do the ask as a blurb at some point) and just write whatever, I also said there would be like 3 chapters until the story reached the show storyline but actually, next chapter will probably be at the beginning of the show so yeah, sorry for the wait, I can't promise I won't take another month for the next update because I have things happening irl for the next two weeks but yeah enjoy!

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summary: in which y/n befriends oliver, the two of them quickly bond over their ridiculously handsome boyfriends, and dean enjoys garrett's brief moment of panic far more than he should.

notes: hi! i hope you all enjoy this request! sending love to you all <3

ꪆৎ

the seat beside you has been empty for most of the night. not because the bar is quiet, it's anything but.

every few seconds, the ice in a cocktail shaker rattles behind the counter, glasses clink, someone near the entrance lets out a burst of laughter that carries across the room.

the girls are still here, somewhere.

allie had disappeared towards the dance floor with grace, while sabrina had gone to the bathroom, promising to be back soon. you had chosen to stay exactly where you were, mostly because standing had begun to feel unnecessarily complicated.

you're not completely drunk. the edges of the evening have softened, but your mind is still clear enough to keep track of where you are. the resort sits behind you, the ocean beyond the open terrace, and your room a short walk away.

you are simply warm, buzzed. your thoughts come a little slower, while the corners of your mouth seem permanently inclined towards a smile.

the scrape of chair legs against the tiled floor pulls faintly at your attention. someone settles onto the empty stool beside you.

you don't look over immediately, rather fixing your gaze back onto your cocktail. the bartender places a beer in front of them.

“thank you,” a male voice sounds.

his accent catches your attention first, british. out of curiosity you turn to face him. he's around your age, maybe a couple of years older.

dark curls fall loosely over his forehead. a white linen shirt hangs open over a black tank, while several thin bracelets circle one of his wrists. he catches you looking, and you immediately feel embarrassed.

“good cocktail?”

he's smiling. not in a way that makes you uncomfortable, just clearly amused.

you look down at your glass as though you've forgotten what was in it. “i don’t know.”

his eyebrows lift. “you don’t know?”

“i knew when i ordered it.”

“right.”

“but that was…” you tap on your phone, staring at the time without really processing it.

"a long time ago.”

he laughs quietly. “how long?”

you consider his question for a moment. “maybe fifteen minutes.”

“terrifying.”

“so much can change.”

“apparently.”

he takes a drink of his beer. you pick up your straw, stirring the ice around your glass, watching the lime disappear beneath the surface before bobbing back up again.

“i think it has tequila in it.”

“that narrows it down.”

“we’re in cabo.”

“exactly.”

you look at one another for a second, then, for reasons that only make complete sense in your intoxicated state, the both of you start laughing.

not loudly.

just the easy, slightly delayed laughter of two people who have both had enough to drink that the conversation doesn't need to be particularly clever.

he holds out his hand in greeting. “oliver.”

you place your hand in his. “y/n.”

his grip is warm, brief. “nice to meet you, y/n.”

“nice to meet you too, oliver.”

you say his name carefully, as though you're committing it to memory. you take another sip of your drink, oliver glances towards the dance floor.

“are you here by yourself?”

“no.”

the answer comes out far too quickly. his head turns back towards you, before you point vaguely over your shoulder. “my friends are here.”

“your friends?”

“three of them.”

“where are they?”

you look towards the dance floor. allie has both hands in the air, grace is laughing beside her, swaying her hips along to the music.

“two are there.”

you point, then towards the hallway. “and sabrina went to the bathroom.”

“how long ago?”

you think about it. “a concerning amount of time ago.”

“should we send someone?”

“she talks to people.”

“ah.”

“she’ll come back with a new best friend.”

oliver nods solemnly. “dangerous habit.”

“very.”

there is another small stretch of silence, comfortable this time. you both face the bar, listening to the music, watching the bartender pour three identical drinks for a group standing further down.

oliver taps one finger against the side of his beer. “you on a girls’ trip then?”

“mhm.”

“having fun?”

“so much fun.”

your answer softens halfway through, not sad, just slightly distant. oliver notices, tipping his head, urging you to continue. “but?”

you blink at him. “but what?”

“there was a but.”

“there wasn’t.”

“there absolutely was.”

you narrow your eyes. “you’ve known me for five minutes.”

“and already i can tell you’re lying.”

“that feels very invasive.”

“it’s a gift.”

you turn back towards the bar, lips pressed together in an effort to conceal your smile, it doesn't work. “i miss my boyfriend.”

oliver’s expression changes immediately, clearly interested. “how long have you been away?”

“nearly two weeks.”

“oh.” he nods. “yeah. that’ll do it.”

“it’s not that long.”

“you sound like you’re trying to convince yourself.”

“i am.”

you rest your chin against your palm. “he’s in boston.”

“that’s far.”

“so far.”

“what’s his name?”

the question is simple, however your reaction is not, your whole face brightening at the mere mention of his name. “garrett.”

oliver’s smile spreads slowly. “garrett.”

“mhm.”

“you like saying his name.”

you look down at your drink. “i like him.”

“i gathered.”

“a lot.”

“also gathered.”

you turn on the stool until you are facing him properly. “he’s so handsome.”

oliver blinks, before taking another measured drink of his beer. “okay.”

“no, you don’t understand.”

“i’m listening.”

“he’s…”

you stop. there are too many options, too many details demanding to be explained first. you gesture helplessly with one hand, “he’s really tall.”

“strong start.”

“and he has these shoulders.”

oliver glances at you over the rim of his glass. “shoulders.”

“really good ones.”

“right.”

“he plays hockey.”

“there it is.”

you frown. “what?”

“the shoulders.”

“oh.”

you think about it. “yeah.”

oliver laughs into his beer. you ignore him, already too committed to stop. “and his eyes are beautiful.”

“what colour?”

“brown.”

“classic.”

“but not boring brown.”

“naturally.”

“they’re like somehow warm..in a way.”

your voice turns quieter as you trace your fingertips through a ring of condensation. “everything about him is warm.”

oliver watches you for a moment, the teasing slipping from his expression. “you’re really in love with him.”

you look up to meet his gaze. it should feel embarrassing, having a stranger see it that quickly, instead, you smile, small, completely helpless. “yeah.”

“how long have you been together?”

you tell him, then you tell him how you met, not the neat version, the long version.

the version that requires context about dean, the hockey house, how you had known garrett before anything happened between you.

oliver listens with surprising concentration, asking questions at the right moments. he laughs when you explain how obvious everyone else had apparently found it, then looks genuinely offended when you admit how long it took the two of you to finally do something about it.

“so everyone knew?”

“apparently.”

“except you.”

“and garrett.”

“men are useless.”

“garrett’s not.”

“you’re biased.”

“i’m allowed to be.”

“fair.”

you take another sip and point the straw at him. “do you have a partner?”

oliver leans back slightly, his smile arriving before the answer. “i do.”

you gasp, far too loudly. the couple standing a few seats away glance towards you. “you do?!”

“i do.”

“oh my god show me!”

he laughs. “right now?”

"yes."

oliver pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking it, before scrolling for a few seconds. he turns the screen towards you.

the photo shows oliver standing on a beach beside another man, both of them sunburnt across the nose, smiling into the camera. his boyfriend has one arm around his waist, face turned slightly towards him, like he had been looking at oliver a second before the photo was taken.

you bring one hand to your mouth. “oh.”

oliver nods. “yeah.”

“he is handsome.”

“thank you.”

“really handsome.”

“i know.”

“you look so happy.”

something softens in oliver’s features at your words, he looks down at the photo. “i am. ridiculously."

you stare at him for another second, before reaching across, squeezing his wrist. “i’m so happy for you.”

oliver’s eyes lift to yours. “thank you.”

“what's his name?”

“theo.”

"theo. i like that name."

smiling oliver turns his phone back around, scrolling to another photo. “this was in london.”

the next several minutes pass in a blur of photos. theo cooking dinner, theo asleep on a sofa with a dog sprawled across his chest, theo wearing oliver’s sunglasses, the two of them at a wedding.

you react to every picture with nothing but admiration.

by the time allie and grace return from the dance floor, you and oliver are leaning shoulder to shoulder over his phone, half way through a conversation. "then he said he wasn’t keeping the dog” oliver states.

you gasp in shock, as your eyes go wide. “liar.”

“exactly.”

“he loves that dog, more than me.”

“don’t say that!”

“y/n, you haven’t seen them together.”

allie comes to a stop behind you. she looks at grace, who looks back at her, both of them turning to gaze at the stranger who is sat beside you.

“hello” allie says, smiling as she reaches the table.

you spin around. “allie!”

“hi!” her gaze flicks to the man beside you before she smiles at him too. "i've been wondering who stole my seat."

you beam. “this is oliver.”

oliver lifts a hand in greeting, “hi!"

"it's so nice to meet you!" allie says, smiling. "i'm allie, and this is grace." grace offers him an easy smile, lifting a hand in greeting.

oliver sends them both a warm smile, "it's so nice to meet you both."

"he has a boyfriend," you announce, as though it's the most important piece of information she could possibly know.

allie blinks once before a grin tugs at her mouth, "okay."

“his name is theo.”

“he sounds lovely.”

“he’s so handsome." you say, eyes wide.

oliver points towards you. “her boyfriend’s handsome too.”

you nod firmly. “garrett’s very handsome.”

allie laughs, her eyes dropping to the half-empty drink in front of you before looking back at your bright, slightly flushed face. "how many of those have you had?"

“that’s not relevant.”

“it feels relevant.”

you turn back to oliver. “i should show you garrett.”

“you should.”

you reach for your phone, allie’s eyes widen. “maybe show him a photo.”

“no.”

you unlock the screen. “he needs to meet him.”

grace slowly lowers herself onto a stool on the other side of you. “are you going to facetime him?”

“yes.”

“at the bar?”

“yes.”

allie smiles, shaking her head in disbelief.

you find garrett’s name, pressing the video icon. it rings once, twice, before his face fills the screen. he's sitting on the couch at the hockey house, sporting a dark hoodie, hair slightly messy.

the moment he sees you, his expression softens. “hey, baby.”

your smile is immediate. “hi.”

garrett studies your face, his mouth twitching. “you’ve been drinking.”

you shake your head, then, after a pause, you confess. “not irresponsibly.”

somewhere offscreen dean laughs, garrett glances towards him before looking back at you. “that wasn’t what i said.”

“but you were thinking it.”

“i wasn’t.”

“you were.”

“where are the girls?”

allie leans into frame. “supervising.”

“poorly” grace adds from beside you.

garrett laughs softly, before his attention returns to you. “you having fun?”

“mhm.”

you shift closer to the phone. “i miss you.”

his face changes again. the smile stays, but it becomes quieter. “miss you too, y/n.”

for a second, the noise of the bar seems to fall away. you look at him, really look, noting the familiar curve of his mouth, the slight tiredness around his eyes, the hoodie you had stolen from him more than once.

oliver watches the two of you in silence, before nudging your elbow. suddenly you remember why you first called. “oh.”

you turn your phone towards him. “garrett, this is oliver.”

garrett’s smile pauses, only for a fraction of a second. “oliver?”

“my new friend.”

oliver lifts his hand. “hi, garrett.”

garrett adjusts his hold on the phone. “hey.”

he is polite, completely polite, but you know him well enough to see the tiny shift in his expression, his eyes narrowing slightly. behind him, dean looks up from whatever he'd been doing. his gaze shifts to the phone, then to garrett, then back again.

his eyebrows lift almost imperceptibly.

a guy? he mouthes to garrett.

garrett responds with a small shrug before mouthing back. apparently.

before either of them can say anything else, oliver studies garrett. his eyebrows lift, as if realisation has finally settled in, “oh.”

garrett blinks. “oh?”

oliver points at the phone. “you were right.”

you grin immediately, “i told you.”

garrett looks between the two of you, confusion clearly laced in his features. “right about what?”

“you’re hot.”

garrett lets out a surprised laugh. behind him, dean quietly says, “what?”

garrett ignores him, his ears already turning pink. “thank you?”

“very handsome,” oliver adds, matter of factly.

“okay.”

“good shoulders too.”

garrett laughs again. "that's...very kind."

dean finally wonders into frame, appearing over garrett’s shoulder. “who is this?”

“oliver,” garrett says. “y/n's new friend.”

dean studies the screen, oliver waves. “hi.”

“hey.”

dean glances sideways at garrett, raising his eyebrows. "new friend?"

"dean," garrett says quietly.

"what?"

"don't."

dean's mouth twitches, clearly attempting to rile garrett up. "i didn't say anything."

"you didn't need to."

allie leans towards the phone. “can everyone stop interrogating poor oliver?”

“i’m not interrogating him,” garrett says.

oliver tilts his head, still studying him. “you do have kind eyes.”

garrett’s expression softens, while dean's expression turns visibly confused.

“and you smile every time she talks.”

you turn towards oliver. “he does?”

“every time.”

garrett looks down for a moment, laughing under his breath. “you’ve known us for thirty seconds.”

“i’m observant.”

“he is” you tell garrett seriously, nodding your head. “he knew i loved you straight away.”

garrett looks at you, intently. there's something warm and helpless in his features now. “did he?”

“mhm.”

oliver reaches for his beer. “she’s mentioned your name about forty times.”

“i have not.”

allie coughs into her hand. “you definitely have.”

“forty-three,” oliver corrects.

you shove his shoulder, laughing. “you're making that up.”

“am i?”

“yes.”

“hmm.” he pretends to think about it, placing his pointer finger to his chin. “actually... maybe forty-four.”

garrett shakes his head, smiling to himself. “i don't mind.”

“good,” oliver says.

“because theo gets the same treatment.”

garrett's eyebrows furrow in confusion. “theo?”

oliver blinks, as though the answer is obvious. “my boyfriend.”

there's a beat of silence. dean slowly turns his head towards garrett, garrett looks back at him, watching as his best friend begins to smirk, clearly out of amusement.

garrett sighs. “dean.”

he raises his arms in mock defence. “i haven't said anything.”

“well you're clearly about to.”

“i'm just wondering,” dean folds his arms, “how long it took for you to realise.”

garrett rubs the back of his neck. “about five seconds.”

logan's voice drifts in from somewhere behind them. “five seconds of what?”

dean doesn't take his eyes off garrett, mouth still curved into a smirk. “he thought y/n had made a very handsome new male friend.”

garrett points towards him. “i wasn't jealous if that's what you're alluding to.”

dean raises an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, “really?”

garrett opens his mouth, before closing it again. “okay fine. maybe for fifteen seconds i was.”

dean immediately starts laughing. “that's all i needed.”

oliver looks between them, then back at you. “i like them.”

“they're annoying.”

“very.”

“especially him.”

dean presses a hand dramatically to his chest. “y/n. i've done nothing.”

garrett shakes his head, nudging dean out of frame.

not bothered by the conversation that had just taken place before them, oliver leans in closer towards you, his voice lowering, or at least trying to.

“y/n,” he murmurs.

you angle your head towards him, curious as to what he's going to say. “mhm?”

his eyes flick towards garrett on the screen, then back to you, voice now a whisper. "he’s definitely good in bed too, isn't he.”

you stare at him. for one suspended second, nobody reacts, until your eyes widen, “oliver!”

he immediately starts laughing at your reaction. you shove his shoulder gently with one hand. “you can’t say that.”

“what?”

“he’s right there!”

oliver glances at the phone. garrett has pressed his lips together, clearly trying not to laugh, his cheeks now a deep shade of crimson red. dean has disappeared from the frame, but his laughter is loud enough to carry through the speaker.

oliver freezes. “you heard that?”

garrett loses the battle. he ducks his head, laughing as he rubs one hand over his mouth. “yeah. yeah i did."

“you weren’t supposed to.”

“unfortunately... you whispered directly into y/n's phone.”

“i’m drunk.”

“so is she.”

“not irresponsibly,” you remind him. your words however, only make garrett laugh harder.

oliver looks at you, then to garrett. “well,” he lifts his beer, “i stand by what i said.”

“oh my god,” you mutter, covering your face. garrett is still smiling when you peek at the screen again. he's amused in that quiet, slightly bashful way he gets when he doesn't know what to do with a compliment.

“this might be the strangest way i’ve ever met one of your friends” he says.

“but you like him?”

garrett glances towards oliver. oliver gives him an expectant look.

“yeah,” garrett says. “he's great.”

“even before you knew about theo?” you ask.

garrett’s expression softens. "yes, surprisingly even before theo."

you immediately turn towards oliver, “show him the beach photo!”

“gladly.”

as oliver starts searching through his phone, garrett watches you from the screen.

you're comfortably leaning against a man you met less than an hour ago, the two of you several drinks in and passionately arguing that your respective boyfriends are, without question, the most attractive men on earth.

it's amusing, really.

garrett's mouth curves into a smile. “you having a good night then, baby?”

“the best.”

you think for a moment before lowering your voice, “it would be better if you were here though.”

garrett’s smile fades at the edges, not completely, just enough for you to see that he feels it too. “soon, y/n.”

“promise?”

“promise.”

oliver finds the photo, holding his phone up towards the screen, unintentionally interrupting your conversation before it turns too sentimental.

“there.”

garrett leans closer. “that’s theo?”

“that’s theo.”

“he is handsome,” garrett agrees.

oliver points triumphantly at you. “see?”

you nod. “we both did very well.”

garrett laughs again. “apparently.”

“exceptionally” oliver corrects.

you lift your cocktail, oliver lifts his beer. on the screen, garrett shakes his head, smiling at the two of you. he joins in, lifting the glass of water sitting on the table beside him.

“to handsome boyfriends,” you announce.

oliver clinks his bottle carefully against your glass, “to us having excellent taste.”

garrett taps his water against the edge of the phone, “and to both of you drinking some water before bed.”

you and oliver exchange a glance. “he’s responsible too” oliver says.

you sigh dreamily, “i know.”

garrett watches the two of you for another second, before looking at oliver.

"oliver."

oliver straightens slightly. "yeah?"

"can i ask you a favour?"

"absolutely."

garrett smiles. "just make sure she has some water before she leaves."

you immediately groan. "garrett."

he ignores you completely. "and if she says she doesn't want it-"

"i'll make her drink it anyway."

"traitor" you mumble.

oliver points at you. "you're outnumbered."

garrett nods once, clearly satisfied. "thank you man, i appreciate it."

"of course."

you look between the two of them in disbelief. "have you both just become friends?"

"i think so," oliver says.

"yeah," garrett agrees easily. "i think we have."

you narrow your eyes. "this feels like a set up."

"it's actually called responsible adult supervision," garrett replies.

"you're only twenty one."

"still older than your decision-making after three cocktails."

you gasp. "that was rude."

"am i wrong?"

you open your mouth to say something in response but nothing comes out.

oliver reaches across the bar, sliding the untouched glass of water the bartender had left earlier directly in front of you. "there you go."

you stare at it. "whose side are you on?"

oliver looks at garrett's face on the phone, then back at you. "your handsome boyfriend's."

garrett laughs, ducking his head. "good answer."

"drink up," oliver nudges the glass towards you. sighing dramatically, you pick it up.

"fine." you take an exaggerated sip. "happy?"

garrett's smile is impossibly fond. "very."

you roll your eyes. "you two are insufferable."

"hydrated," oliver corrects.

"supervised," garrett adds.

allie looks between them, shaking her head. "they've known each other for ten minutes."

grace smiles into her drink, clearly amused by the situation before her, "and somehow they've already started co-parenting her."

"vacation co-parents," oliver corrects.

garrett grins. "i'll take the help."

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summary: in which the girls confront what life might look like when hockey becomes more than college, and the future suddenly feels a little closer.

notes: hi everyone! 🤍 personally, i love this one. i think it's a much-needed conversation for these girls to have, sharing their thoughts and concerns about the nhl, what comes after college, and what the future could look like for each of them. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! <3 🥹

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the beach is quiet by the time all four of you wander down to it.

not silent, never silent.

the ocean is too alive for that, waves rolling steadily onto shore in a rhythm that feels endless. the wind is softer now than it had been during the day, cool enough against your skin that it feels like relief following the relentless cabo heat.

your sandals dangle from your fingers as you walk. allie carries a resort blanket over one shoulder after shamelessly stealing it from the lobby, grace is carrying her heels in one hand, already complaining about sand getting everywhere, while sabrina walks beside her, laughing quietly.

the four of you had ended up here without really planning to.

dinner had turned into cocktails. cocktails had turned into sitting on your balcony, talking for hours beneath the warm cabo night.

somewhere between laughter, confessions, and half-finished drinks, allie had stated to “head down to the beach.”

so now here you are.

barefoot, slightly tipsy, makeup mostly gone, hair messy from the salt and wind.

allie spreads the blanket across the sand, dropping onto it first, a dramatic sigh leaving her lips. “i don’t want to go home.” her confession earns a laugh from all of you.

“we still have a few more days” sabrina says.

“that’s not enough.”

“you’ve said that every day since day two” grace points out.

“because every day i fall more in love with this place.”

you smile, lowering yourself onto the blanket beside her, tucking your legs underneath you. sabrina settles on your other side while grace sits opposite, knees drawn to her chest.

for a while, nobody says anything. the silence doesn’t feel awkward, it never could.

you watch the moonlight catch on the water, silver scattered across the waves like broken glass. behind you, the resort glows softly in the distance, as music from the restaurant drifts faintly through the night air.

grace breaks the silence first. “do you guys ever think about how weird this is?”

allie turns her head. “how weird what is?”

grace gestures vaguely between all of you. “this.”

you frown slightly. “what do you mean?”

grace shrugs, softer now. “just… us.”

her gaze drops to the sand as her fingers absentmindedly drag through it, drawing shapes. “sometimes i think about freshman year and how weirdly lucky we got.”

something in the tone of her voice makes you all go quiet.

sabrina’s expression softens. “yeah.”

grace huffs a small laugh. “like what are the odds?”

she glances up. “seriously. what are the odds i meet three girls who somehow turned out to be my closest friends?”

allie’s expression changes immediately. “okay" she says. “nobody cry.”

“i’m not crying,” grace says defensively.

“you sound like you’re about to.”

“allie!"

you laugh quietly. your chest feels warm, impossibly full. you know exactly what grace means.

freshman year feels both far away and close. nervous introductions, dorm rooms, awkward first conversations that somehow turned into this.

sabrina speaks quietly. “i used to think friendships like this weren’t real.”

the words hang there for a second. allie looks at her “what do you mean by that?”

sabrina shrugs, almost embarrassed. “i don’t know. i think i just thought… everyone exaggerated it.”

her lips curve into a small smile.

“like those friendships you read about or watch in movies where everyone becomes family.”

she looks around at all of you. “but this feels like that...exactly like that.”

your throat tightens a little as the weight of her words sink in. grace reaches over, nudging her lightly.

“okay now i might cry.”

allie groans. “i literally said nobody cry.”

you smile softly, staring down at your hands. “i genuinely believe you guys changed my life.”

the words slip out before you can stop them, quiet, honest.

all three of them look at you.

you let out a small laugh, suddenly self-conscious. “that sounded dramatic.”

“it didn’t” sabrina says immediately.

you exhale. “i mean it.”

your voice grows quieter. “before this… i don’t know.”

you look out towards the water. “i was always so used to trying to be easy. trying not to be too much. trying to fit around everyone else.”

your fingers twist together. “and then i met you guys.”

you swallow.

“and it was the first time i felt like i didn’t have to do that.”

silence.

not uncomfortable, just heavy in the way truth sometimes is.

allie reaches over first, squeezing your knee. “we love you, y/n.”

your chest tightens, sending her a small smile.

since grace cannot tolerate too much emotion without immediately pivoting, she squints at you. “garrett would lose his mind if he heard you say that.”

you blink. “what?”

grace snorts. “y/n, he worships the ground you walk on.”

allie laughs. “that is very true.”

heat rises in your cheeks. “you’re all annoying.”

sabrina smiles. “she’s not wrong though.”

you roll your eyes, but a smile pulls at your lips anyway. as if in divine timing your phone buzzes beside you.

'baby 🤍 just sent you a message'

allie immediately leans in towards you, glancing at your phone. “speak of the devil.”

you laugh softly, opening the message.

baby 🤍

you alive?

another comes through.

baby 🤍

or did cabo finally steal you from me

your smile grows before you can stop it.

grace makes a face. “look at her.”

“don’t.”

allie leans further. “she’s doing the smile.”

“what smile?”

allie stares. “the garrett smile.”

“that is not a thing.”

all three of them exchange an amused look, and you can’t help but laugh out of slight irritation.

grace’s expression shifts slightly as she looks at her screen, subtle enough that only you notice.

“grace?”

she glances up. “oh it's nothing.”

allie narrows her eyes in warning, voice coming out slightly harsher.

“grace.”

she exhales, eventually giving in. “logan got another call today.”

the air between all four of you shifts, just slightly.

you all know what grace means. nhl, scouts, teams, opportunities. everything they’ve been working towards for years.

“bruins?” sabrina asks quietly.

grace nods. “yeah.”

you feel your chest tighten. suddenly the conversation feels bigger, more real.

allie speaks first, softer now. “garrett too?”

you nod slowly. “yeah. he mentioned it earlier today."

you look down at your phone, aimlessly fiddling, hoping it will provide a semblance of comfort to you. “he’s trying not to think about it too much.”

grace huffs quietly. “logan’s pretending he’s fine.”

that earns a soft laugh, because of course he is.

“he’s not” grace says. “not even remotely.”

you understand that, garrett’s the same. he's calm on the surface, steady

yet beneath that?

pressure, so much pressure. years of work, expectation, attention, all weighing on one single moment, the draft.

“i’m happy for them,” grace says after a moment.

“obviously.” she swallows. “but sometimes i think about what happens if they do go pro."

silence settles between you all.

you have worried about it too, the thought crossing your mind at least once a day.

different cities, different schedules, media, travel, attention, pressure.

everything changing, all at once.

allie stares out at the ocean. "dean talks about coaching a lot." she says it casually, but you know there's thought behind it. "i don't think he sees himself playing professionally."

sabrina nods. "same with tucker. he's always said he wants something more stable after college."

grace’s voice is quieter. “but logan…”

you finish gently. “could be anywhere.”

grace nods once, your chest aches a little at the thought, because garrett could be too. even if bruins are the dream, nothing is ever guaranteed. not in the world of the nhl.

allie says quietly, “does it scare you?”

grace lets out a breath. “yeah.”

allie looks to you. “y/n?”

you don’t answer straight away. instead, your gaze drifts back to the water.

you watch as a wave rolls in, foam curling over the shoreline before retreating again. your fingers drag absentmindedly through the sand, drawing lines you don’t really even register.

the silence stretches. finally, you exhale. “yeah.” your voice is quiet, softer than before. “it does. it fucking terrifies me."

grace watches you carefully, sabrina stays still beside you, allie’s attention doesn’t leave your face.

you swallow. “not because i don’t believe in us.”

you glance down at your hands. “garrett and i are solid.”

that part feels true, steady, certain. you’ve never really doubted him, never doubted what you are to each other.

you let out a small breath. “i think it’s everything around it.”

grace nods slightly, like she already understands.

you continue, quieter now. “like… where do we fit into all of it?”

allie’s brows pull together, you stare at the sand, completely avoiding eye contact.

“when this becomes real for them.”

the words hang in the air, raw, real.

“if they go pro, hockey stops being college hockey.” your voice grows softer, “it becomes their whole life.”

“it's already all consuming now, i can't even begin to imagine what it becomes like at that level, what it turns into.”

you look up finally, meeting everyone's gaze. “training, games, media, travel, pressure.”

you give a small humourless laugh. “roadies”

grace exhales. “yeah.”

“being gone for days, weeks.” your throat tightens slightly. “living out of hotels, constantly travelling.”

you look back toward the ocean. “what does that actually look like?”

no one interrupts. they all want the answer too.

“do we stay here?” you ask quietly.

“do we move?”

you shake your head slightly. “what if garrett gets drafted somewhere that isn’t boston?”

your voice catches slightly on that. it's the part you hate saying out loud, because saying it makes it feel real.

“what if logan does?”

grace drops her gaze. you keep going, the words coming easier now that they’ve started.

“what if one of them ends up across the country?”

silence, heavy, the ocean fills it.

“i know people do long distance,” you say. “i know people make it work.”

your fingers twist together. “but i think about them being exhausted after games and interviews and flights and-”

your voice softens.

“where do we fit into that?”

allie reaches for your hand then. instinctive, immediate. her fingers slide through yours, squeezing gently, reassuring you. you squeeze back, and the gesture loosens something in your chest.

“and then there’s everything else.”

grace looks up. “like what?”

you laugh faintly, but there’s no humour in it. “attention.”

grace groans immediately. “god.”

you smile weakly. “girls already throw themselves at them now.”

“trust me,” grace mutters. “i’m painfully aware.”

sabrina huffs a quiet laugh.

you continue. “and i know garrett. i trust him completely.”

that’s never been the issue, not once. “but being pro is different.”

you look down. “more attention, more people watching.”

your voice drops. “more people having opinions.”

that lands. they all understand that too.

sabrina says quietly, “being visible.”

you nod. “yeah. suddenly it’s not just us anymore.”

your voice is soft. “it’s media, interviews, cameras.”

you laugh faintly. “people online who think they know everything about your relationship.”

grace makes a face. “it sounds horrific.”

allie squeezes your hand again, still holding on, still steady. you simply stare ahead now, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

“i don’t want to become…”

you stop, trying to find the words.

sabrina speaks gently. “just garrett graham's partner?”

your gaze flicks to her, nodding once.

because yes, exactly that.

your throat tightens. “i love him. more than anything.” you swallow, “and i want everything for him.”

your voice softens further. “i want him to get everything he’s worked his ass off for.”

allie’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, small, comforting.

“but i don’t want to lose myself in the process.”

the admission sits there, bare, honest.

grace is the first to speak. “you won’t, y/n."

you look at her. her expression is steady, serious. “garrett wouldn’t let that happen.”

grace’s voice is quiet but sure. “none of them would.”

sabrina nods. “and neither would we.”

allie finally speaks, soft, firm. “you know what i think?”

you glance at her, she squeezes your hand.

“i think you’re all worrying about fitting into their future.” she pauses, then says quietly, “when really, the right person builds their future with you in it.”

silence, the words settle deep. allie’s gaze moves between all of you.

“we're not accessories to their lives guys.” her voice is steady. “we're their people.”

grace visibly softens, sabrina’s expression warms, allie continues.

“if they go pro, yeah, things change.”

she shrugs slightly. “maybe cities change, schedules change, routines change.”

her voice softens. “but the important stuff doesn’t.”

she glances at you, her eyes filling with warmth. “garrett loves you now, he’ll love you in boston.”

a beat.

“or chicago.”

another beat.

“or wherever his career takes him.”

a tiny smile graces allie's features as she rolls her eyes playfully, “annoyingly.”

that earns a quiet laugh from you. the heaviness eases slightly, just enough for you to breathe properly.

allie smiles softly. “same with logan.”

grace’s expression breaks a little, sabrina leans into grace’s shoulder. for a moment, all four of you just sit there, listening to the ocean, holding onto each other, letting the fear feel a little less heavy now that it’s been shared.

eventually, allie speaks once more, her voice coming out incredibly soft.

“promise me something.”

the seriousness in her tone makes all of you look at her, grace narrows her eyes. “that sounded ominous.”

allie's gaze moves between all of you. “promise me that no matter what happens. jobs, cities, marriage, kids, whatever.” allie swallows, “we don’t lose this.”

silence, the waves roll in. out, in, out.

grace’s voice is thick. “we won’t.”

sabrina nods. “we won’t.”

you squeeze tighter, "never.”

allie laughs shakily. "okay, good” before sniffling.

“oh my god.” grace points immediately. “allie! you cried.”

allie gasps, “i did not.”

“you absolutely did.”

sabrina laughs, you do too.

the sound carries into the night, warm, familiar, full.

sitting there with them, under the moonlight, with salt in your hair and sand on your skin, the people you love scattered across oceans but still somehow connected, you think maybe this is what growing up really is.

not having everything figured out, not knowing exactly what comes next, just knowing who you want beside you as you find out.

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summary: in which the girls convince the boys that y/n has been arrested in cabo.

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summary: featuring some private messages between garrett and y/n while she's away in cabo.

notes: hi everyone! 🤍 just a little glimpse into y/n and garrett's private messages. i'm not entirely sure i captured their dynamic exactly how i wanted, but i had heaps of fun putting this together nonetheless. based on this request, i hope you enjoy! <3

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summary: in which allie and y/n call dean and garrett before bed.

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your body feels pleasantly heavy with exhaustion, the kind that should have you asleep within minutes. instead, neither of you make any real attempt to. you're both still riding the adrenaline of the day, too wired to let sleep win just yet.

the room has gone almost completely still now, save for the steady hum of the air conditioning and the distant rush of the ocean beyond the balcony doors.

allie turns her head slightly, studying you in the quiet before giving you a look, subtle, yet far too perceptive. she watches you for a second, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns over the duvet gathered at her waist.

“call them?”

her voice is gentle, though there's a quiet understanding beneath it that doesn't quite match the casualness of the question.

a smile tugs faintly at your mouth before you can stop it. “yeah.”

you don’t need clarification, already knowing exactly who she means. with a soft, amused breath, allie reaches for her phone, tapping dean’s contact.

the call rings, the tone sounding once, twice, three times. dean answers on the fourth ring, his face filling the screen.

he’s sprawled across the couch at the hockey house like he has absolutely no intention of moving anytime soon, one arm stretched lazily along the backrest, expression somewhere between tired and amused.

his hair is messy, pushed back in a way that suggests he’s been running a hand through it repeatedly. the room around him is dim, lit only by the low glow of a lamp somewhere off-screen.

despite that, the second he sees both of you, something in his expression sharpens.

“well.” his mouth curves slightly. “look who finally remembered us.”

allie rolls her eyes instantly. “oh, relax.”

dean’s gaze flicks between both of you, his teasing expression softening just slightly.

“you guys okay?”

despite the casual tone, there’s something genuine underneath it, immediate, instinctive.

allie smiles. “we’re all good.”

dean visibly relaxes, shoulders easing back into the couch. “you calling because you miss me then?”

allie snorts beside you. “don’t flatter yourself.”

dean’s mouth twitches in response, amusement clearly returning to his features.

“how’s cabo?”

you smile faintly. “good.”

his brows lift. “that’s it?”

a quiet laugh leaves you. “it’s really good.”

allie snorts beside you. “she’s exhausted.”

dean studies both of you for a second before humming in agreement. “yeah.” his mouth twitches. “you both look pretty tired.”

allie gives him a flat look. “we’ve been busy.”

dean glances over his shoulder, like he can already hear garrett somewhere in the house. “hold on.”

he leans sideways, disappearing briefly out of frame. "g!"

his voice echoes through the house. for a second, all you hear is muffled conversation somewhere down the hall, footsteps, a door opening.

then-

garrett steps into frame.

he’s clearly just showered.

his hair is still damp, darker than usual, slightly messy like he had run a hand through it once before leaving it alone. grey sweats sit low on his hips while a towel hangs loosely over one shoulder.

and-

no shirt.

oh for god's sake.

your eyes widen before you can stop yourself. “oh my god.” the words leave before your brain has time to catch up.

allie immediately turns to look at you, before looking back to the screen, then to you once more. her grin grows, clearly amused at the situation before her.

dean catches it instantly, eyes narrowing with interest before his mouth slowly curves.

“oh?”

heat rises up your neck almost immediately. you point towards the screen, trying incredibly hard to sound unaffected.

“put a shirt on.”

garrett pauses, looks at you, before glancing down at his bare chest as though he’s only just realised. when he looks back up, amusement flickers across his features. small, subtle, yet still there.

“what?”

his voice is low, calm, far too calm. it was clear he was about to make your life incredibly difficult.

you narrow your eyes in warning. “garrett.”

allie is trying, and failing, not to laugh. dean has gone completely still, clearly enjoying this far too much.

garrett adjusts the towel over his shoulder, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly.

“what’re you getting all flustered over there for?”

your face warms instantly at his words. “i’m not flustered.”

allie makes a delighted noise. “that sounded defensive, y/n.”

dean lets out a short laugh. “very defensive.”

you glare at all three of them.

garrett remains annoyingly composed, gaze steady on yours, warm and amused like he knows exactly the effect he’s having on you.

“pretty sure you are.”

you fold your arms. “you’re insufferable.”

a slow smile pulls at garrett’s mouth. “it’s a real shame you’re in cabo.”

your eyes narrow. “garrett.”

he feigns innocence. “mhm.”

his voice drops slightly lower, rougher, laced with something far too unfair for a call your best friends are actively witnessing.

“bet you’re regretting that girls trip right about now, y/n.”

heat floods your face so fast it almost makes your ears ring. allie chokes beside you, dean outright laughs. you stare at garrett in complete disbelief. somehow, he has the audacity to look completely innocent.

“you’re awful.”

his smile widens just enough to be dangerous. dean leans back into the couch, looking entirely too pleased.

“garrett graham, everyone.”

allie presses a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing further while you bury your face in your hands, completely embarrassed. “i seriously hate all of you.”

garrett’s expression softens immediately, like he’s gotten exactly the reaction he wanted. finally, he reaches off-screen, grabbing a shirt, pulling it over his head.

allie sighs dramatically. “well.” she says. “that was fun.” dean snorts, before continuing to laugh.

garrett ignores both of them entirely, his attention settling back on you. the teasing disappears as quickly as it arrived.

“how was today?”

settling further into the pillows, you answer. “good.”

“nice just being by the pool relaxing?”

you smile, nodding your head, “definitely."

dean cuts in. “that’s a very relaxed day.”

you glance at him. “well, considering you've banned me from anything ocean related after the coral incident-”

"correct."

dean doesn’t even let you finish your sentence.

you shake your head out of disbelief, before letting out a small incredulous laugh. "i literally just scraped my leg."

“on coral.”

“it was barely-”

“you were bleeding.”

you stare at him, he stares right back, unrelenting.

garrett’s mouth twitches, but he remains quiet, knowing better than to intervene.

“you scared everybody, y/n.” dean's words take a little of the fight out of you.

your expression softens, only slightly. “i said i was okay.”

dean studies you for a second, like he's checking that statement against the memory he has of the photo sent to the groupchat.

you in urgent care, blood running down your leg.

eventually he sighs. “only after grace texted the groupchat saying that you were receiving medical attention.”

you let out a small laugh in response before deciding very deliberately to change the subject.

"speaking of grace... she fell asleep in the sun for like forty minutes today.”

allie snorts. “sabrina had to physically drag her inside.”

dean shakes his head. “that sounds about right.”

“was she burnt?”

you grin. “bright red.”

dean huffs a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “oh grace.” amusement graces his features for the first time in a while. “logan’s going to lose it.”

you laugh immediately. “oh, he absolutely will.”

garrett lets out a quiet laugh, while allie snorts. “she's done for.”

you grin. “completely.”

dean leans back, sinking further into the couch, already sounding entertained by the inevitable disagreement to come between your two friends.

“all those sunscreen lectures.”

allie groans. “don’t forget the dramatic speech before we left.”

that earns a laugh from dean, “jesus christ.”

you glance at garrett, noting the small smirk that was now splayed out across his lips before speaking once more. “he literally stood in the kitchen holding sunscreen like he was giving some sort of a presentation.”

garrett chuckles quietly to himself, shaking his head in disbelief at the memory. “i remember.”

allie laughs, mimicking logan's words. "grace, i’m serious. reapply every two hours.’”

you lose it completely, folding over in half, while dean's mouth lifts slightly, "and she still ignored every word."

allie nods. “naturally. he’s going to be unbearable when he finds out.”

you wince. “yeah.”

garrett smiles, softer now. his gaze had remained on you the entire time, like even with everyone else talking, this call was still just yours.

“you having fun?”

it's obvious the question is directed at you.

your shoulders loosen a little. “yeah.”

a comfortable silence settles between you four. absentmindedly you pick at the edge of the blanket draped across your lap before looking up to meet your boyfriends gaze.

“miss you, though.”

the words slip out before you can stop them, quiet, honest.

garrett stills. it's only for half a second, but you see it. something in his expression changes completely, the teasing giving way to warmth, like your words settled somewhere deep in his chest.

“i miss you too, y/n.”

dean's lips press together, like he's trying very hard not to smile. his gaze drifts briefly between you and allie before settling on the bed the two of you are sharing.

“so...how's sharing a bed with allie?”

you blink, immediately suspicious. beside you, allie lets out an amused huff. garrett glances between the three of you, the corner of his mouth already lifting.

“be honest.”

you narrow your eyes. “seriously?”

dean finally gives in to the grin threatening at the corners of his mouth, “has she tried to cuddle you yet?”

“tried?” allie says. “dean, please. she practically cuddles me.”

your head whips towards her. “i do not.”

“you absolutely do,” allie says without missing a beat. “i woke up this morning and you were practically on my side of the bed.”

“i was not.”

“your arm was over me.”

“it was not.”

“it absolutely was.”

dean laughs outright, “i knew it.”

garrett huffs a quiet laugh. “she's right.”

you point at the screen. “don't you start.”

“baby,” he says, smiling. “you migrate.”

dean looks delighted. “migrate?”

garrett nods, “every night.”

“i do not.”

“you fall asleep exactly where you're meant to.” he pauses, like he's recalling it. “then somewhere around three in the morning, you slowly work your way across the bed.”

allie points triumphantly at the screen. “see!”

“i woke up this morning because someone was slowly stealing my pillow,” she says.

you gasp, before smacking her gently on the arm. “allie hayes that did not happen!”

“it literally did.”

garrett laughs softly. “welcome to my life.”

the conversation drifts for a while longer after that. easy, comfortable, familiar. eventually, the call ends. the screen goes dark and silence settles back into the room instantly, warm and heavy in the aftermath.

allie lowers her phone onto the blanket, before turning to look at you. a grin spreads wide across her features.

you narrow your eyes immediately. “don’t.”

allie’s grin widens. “oh, i absolutely am.”

you groan, already dragging a pillow over your face.

allie laughs. “y/n.”

you make a muffled sound.

“did you seriously say ‘oh my god’ the second garrett walked on screen?”

you pull the pillow tighter. “stop.”

allie is fully delighted now. “no, because i need to talk about this.”

you peek out just enough to glare at her. “there’s nothing to talk about.”

allie stares, before bursting into laughter. “nothing to talk about?” she repeats. “you nearly short-circuited.”

“i did not.”

“you absolutely did.”

she shifts onto her side to face you properly, eyes bright with amusement. “your very own boyfriend walks on screen shirtless and suddenly you forget how to act.”

heat creeps back into your face. “allie.”

she presses her lips together, trying to compose herself.

“and then-”

she puts on a dramatic voice. “put a shirt on.”

you throw the pillow at her, much to your dismay however, she catches it, laughing harder.

“you’re the worst.”

“no” she says, still grinning. “garrett is.”

you flop back onto your pillow with a groan. “he’s awful. that was so intentional."

allie hums. “you’re smiling.”

you freeze. she’s right, your lips betray you completely.

allie’s expression softens, still amused, but softer now, warmer. “you miss him.”

it isn’t a question. you stare up at the ceiling, after a moment, you exhale.

“yeah.”

the word comes out completely honest. allie watches you for a second.

“he misses you too.”

you glance sideways, she smiles gently.

“it’s obvious.”

your chest tightens in that strange, warm way.

because yeah, you know.

you know it in the way his voice changed the second everyone stopped teasing. in the way he still asked how your day had been, despite already knowing most of it from your messages, because hearing you tell him was different. in the way his eyes stayed on you for almost the entire call, like there were thousands of miles between you and somehow none at all.

your expression softens. “i know.”

allie smiles, then, because she’s still allie, her grin reappears, fast, dangerous.

“still.”

you groan immediately.

“allie.”

she ignores you completely. “that line?”

she lifts her brows, looking far too pleased with herself. “bet you’re regretting that girls trip right about now.”

heat floods your face all over again. “oh my god. please stop."

allie gasps dramatically, eyes widening with fake innocence. “you so wanted him then.”

your jaw drops. “allie-”

she’s already laughing. embarrassment hits instantly and you grab another pillow, throwing it at her.

“i did not!”

allie catches it with a laugh, hugging it to her chest.

“okay, okay.”

her grin remains firmly in place. “it’s okay if you did.”

you glare at her. she softens, though amusement still lingers in her eyes. “i'm just saying, sexual frustration is real."

you make a strangled noise, groaning. “allie!”

she dissolves into laughter, raising her hands in mock defence. “i’m serious.”

you groan, dragging both hands over your face. “i simply just miss him, that’s all.”

allie watches you for a second, and a small, gentle smile graces her features. “i know.”

a beat. then her mouth twitches.

“but also-”

you point at her in warning. “don’t.”

she snorts. “shirtless garrett graham is difficult to ignore. especially when he's your boyfriend, and especially when he's 100000 miles away."

you shake your head. “you’re impossible.”

allie smiles. “i’m right.”

you hate that she is.

sleep should come easily after a full day in the sun, but your mind keeps replaying the call. garrett’s voice, his smile, the way he looked at you like the distance barely existed.

god, you really did miss him.

back at the hockey house, things are significantly less peaceful.

dean is still smirking, logan is openly entertained, tucker looks exhausted, garrett is glaring at all three of them.

“what?” he says flatly.

logan nearly chokes laughing. “nothing.”

dean leans back against the couch, pleased with himself. “you’re unbelievable.”

garrett narrows his eyes. “says the guy asking about bed sharing.”

dean shrugs. “i asked an important question.”

logan grins. “no, g asked the important question.”

garrett already knows where this is going, his expression flattens, logan points at him. “shame you’re in cabo.”

tucker covers his face, dean loses whatever composure he had left and logan continues, clearly delighted. “bet you’re regretting that girls trip right about now.”

garrett throws a cushion at him, he barely dodges it.

“i hate all of you.”

dean smirks, garrett flips him off.

the room falls into easy laughter after that, comfortable, familiar.

later, much later, after everyone disappears upstairs and the house turns quiet, garrett lies in bed, phone in hand.

his thumb hovers for barely a second before typing.

baby 🤍

are you asleep?

three dots appear almost immediately, his chest warms.

you

no

another message.

you

i can’t sleep

his mouth lifts.

baby 🤍

thinking about me?

your reply takes a little longer.

then-

you

unfortunately

he laughs quietly to himself, phone light illuminating his dark room.

another message appears.

you

are you?

baby 🤍

always, baby

the reply comes fast.

you

miss you

he stares at that for a moment, something warm and aching settling deep in his chest, before he types.

baby 🤍

few more days

baby 🤍

then you’re home

three dots.

pause.

then-

you

good

you

because i really want to kiss you right now

garrett closes his eyes briefly, before exhaling, smiling to himself.

baby 🤍

yeah?

baby 🤍

me too

Just a little Gwayne fic I thought of in the shower so thought I’d post it before going to sleep. Can be read as the prequel to family, so you’re a Targaryen. Also know as how you got your eldest child 🥰

“What’s all this noise about?” You ask the crying babe who’s been left unsupervised in the nursery for however long. The nursmaids being too busy with the other children. The little boy finally stopping crying when you pick him up. “All that ratchet for a cuddle? I can tell you’re going to be a needy boy.”

You’re Viserys and Aemma’s daughter, no description of reader though. Daeron is our adopted son!! Just little family moments

“Not it.” You mumble snuggling further into your pillow when you hear your daughter cry. Her refusing to settle for the nursemaids so you and Gwayne are alway on baby duty. You two not having slept properly in moons, Gwayne just whining in response.

“Of course she’s alive, dingus.” Allie rolls her eyes from beside him, snatching the phone from his hand, eliciting an offended, ‘Hey!’ from Dean, which she effectively ignores. “She had a wisdom tooth extraction, not an open heart surgery.”

request — would you be willing to write a little fic about John Tucker (and the others by default) taking care of his girlfriend after she gets his wisdom teeth out?

contents — tooth-rotting fluff, post-wisdom tooth extraction, bickering, found family <3, reader and dean frenemies confirmed, #ilovemygirls final boss | word count — 1.09k | title — don’t stop me now by queen

gabby says — my emotions were all over the place when i had my wisdom tooth extracted so i tried projecting that onto this fic lmaooo

gabby also says — i hope you like this, wonderful anon!! please feel free to send in another request anytime! <33

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summary: in which one slightly risqué bikini photo sends garrett over the edge.

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the afternoon sun in cabo is relentless in the best way.

warm against your skin, bright enough that everything around the pool almost glows beneath it. the water sparkles under the light, turquoise and impossibly clear.

allie and grace are in the pool, while sabrina lays stretched out beside you, sunglasses tipped low on her nose, half asleep.

it’s entirely peaceful.

suddenly your phone vibrates against the lounge chair. at first, you barely register it, too focused on the warmth of the late afternoon sun soaking into your skin.

it continues to vibrate. once, twice, three times. your brows pinch slightly in confusion, before eventually giving in, reaching for your phone out of mild curiosity.

you glance over lazily, eyes landing on the screen.

'baby 🤍 is calling...'

your lips part slightly as warmth blooms instantly in your chest. it's not unusual for garrett to call, he calls you all the time.

whether it’s because he misses you in that quiet, aching way he never quite knows how to handle, because something random happens and you’re the first person he wants to tell, or because he’s walking home alone and wants nothing more than your voice to keep him company.

but three calls in a row?

that makes your brows pinch slightly, especially because you know exactly where he is this afternoon.

malone’s, a team lunch, which means one thing, he’s been drinking.

you sit up slightly, a small smile gracing your features. your bikini top shifts slightly as you move, warm skin peeling from the lounge chair. you brush a hand through your hair, trying and failing to look unaffected.

sabrina notices immediately, peeking over her sunglasses. “garrett?”

you try to hide your smile, failing miserably. “yeah.”

she grins. “answer it!"

allie immediately notices too. “wait...is that garrett?”

grace turns in the pool. “put him on speaker.”

“absolutely not” you say instantly. swiping to accept, you answer his call, pressing your phone up to your ear.

“hi garrett.”

there’s a beat before his voice sounds. rough, warm, slightly lower than usual.

“hey, baby.”

the sound of his voice alone does something unfair to you, warmth curling through your chest so quickly it almost makes you laugh.

god, you miss him.

your smile widens instantly. there’s something different in his tone, you recognise it immediately. “have you been drinking?”

a quiet pause.

then-

“maybe.”

you laugh softly. “garrett.”

he exhales a laugh, “don’t sound so disappointed, y/n.”

“i’m not.” your voice turns teasing. “how much have you had?”

“enough that dean told me to stop staring at my phone.”

you can practically picture it. malone’s loud and busy around them, dean unimpressed, logan laughing, tucker silently observing the entire thing. garrett, sitting there with that soft, slightly dazed look he gets whenever he’s thinking about you.

the image only makes your smile deepen.

“why were you staring at your phone?”

silence.

“you really gonna make me say it?”

your lips twitch, clearly amused by the conversation before you. “yes.”

another beat.

then he says, voice quieter now. “that photo you sent me the other day just about killed me.”

heat crawls into your cheeks immediately, turning a shade of deep crimson red. you know exactly which photo, the bikini, the one you’d bought the first day in cabo.

it was tiny, the photo more revealing than what you’d usually take. you had stood in front of the mirror for a full minute debating on whether to send it, thumb hovering over the screen, heart racing just a little.

garrett's reply had been delayed, suspiciously delayed. you had assumed he was busy, apparently not.

you lower your voice. “garrett.”

he keeps going, the alcohol clearly having stripped away all hesitation.

“seriously.”

you hear movement on his end, fabric rustling, like he’s shifting somewhere more private.

“are you trying to kill me?”

you duck your head, fighting a smile. sunlight warms your shoulders, yet, the heat spreading through your body has nothing to do with the cabo weather anymore.

you bite back a smile. “i didn’t realise it affected you that much.”

he lets out a short laugh. “baby.” the nickname comes out almost pained, “you have no idea.”

your heart kicks. there’s something about tipsy garrett, always affectionate, always soft. his usual restraint slips just enough that everything he feels reaches you unfiltered.

he becomes painfully honest, completely sincere, and there’s something devastatingly endearing about it.

you glance towards the pool. allie is now watching you with shameless interest, clearly trying, and failing, not to eavesdrop. the second your eyes meet, her mouth curves into a knowing smirk. you immediately turn away, feeling the flush on your cheeks intensify at the nature of your conversation.

“what exactly about it?”

you hear his inhale, like he wasn’t expecting you to ask that.

“you want details?”

your voice turns teasing. “maybe.”

silence, then his voice drops lower, rougher. “the color.”

your breath catches, fingers tightening slightly around your phone.

“looked insane on you, y/n.”

pause.

“your legs.”

another pause.

“the fact that you looked like you knew exactly what that photo was going to do to me.”

your cheeks burn, because maybe, maybe you had. “i was just showing you my bikini, garrett.”

he laughs softly, the sound low and warm through the speaker. when he speaks again, his voice is rougher, almost breathless, like the image alone has left him a little wrecked.

“liar.”

you smile, clearly amused by it all. “you’re dramatic.”

“am not.” you can hear the grin in his voice.

“although i did have to put my phone face down for ten minutes.”

you burst out laughing. “oh my god.”

“i’m serious, y/n.”

he sounds offended now, “logan saw my face and started laughing.”

you can practically hear it. logan’s loud laugh, dean’s inevitable commentary, tucker quietly piecing together exactly what happened.

“that’s embarrassing" you tease.

“deeply.”

you laugh once more, softer now.

his voice shifts, the teasing fading. it warms, softens, settles into something quieter, something sincere.

“you looked beautiful.”

your chest tightens at his words.

that’s garrett. beneath all of the teasing, beneath all of the flirting, he always finds a way to strip everything back to something real. something soft, something honest, something that makes your heart feel unbearably full.

you swallow. “yeah?”

“yeah." his voice is incredibly soft now, “couldn’t stop looking at you, baby.”

your smile fades into something gentler, more vulnerable. “miss you.”

silence.

then a quiet exhale from his end sounds, like the truth of your words land heavy. “i miss you too, y/n.” you hear him shift again.

“been missing you a lot today.”

your chest aches at the quiet honesty in his voice. there’s no teasing now, no joking, just him. your heart aches.

“why today?”

he’s quiet for a second. when he speaks again, his voice is low and honest. “because i saw that photo.”

pause.

“and it hit me that everyone there gets to see you.”

another pause. “and i don’t.”

your heart twists painfully. beneath the words, you hear what he actually means.

i miss you.

i wish i was with you.

i wish distance didn’t feel like this.

your expression softens immediately. he's not being possessive, not being controlling, just longing to be with you.

you lower your voice. “garrett…”

he laughs quietly, completely self-aware. “sounds stupid when i say it out loud.”

“it doesn’t.”

silence.

“because i wish you were here.”

his voice softens further. “wish i was there with you.”

you close your eyes briefly, the image coming easily to mind.

him here beside you.

close enough that warmth radiates from him.

his hand finding yours without hesitation, fingers slipping between yours like it’s second nature.

his thumb brushing slow, absentminded strokes over your skin.

you hear quiet voices in the background over the phone, pulling you from your brief daydream.

it's the boys. their voices are muffled and indistinct at first, blending together into low chatter and occasional laughter. then one voice cuts through a little clearer, faint, but unmistakable, dean.

“is he still being pathetic?”

you laugh before you can stop yourself. in the background, you hear logan immediately protest. “dean that’s harsh.”

then tucker adds, quieter. “not inaccurate though.”

garrett groans louder this time. “ignore them.”

you smile. “never.”

his voice lowers one final time, gentle, warm. “send me another photo?”

you laugh. “garrett.”

he sounds amused now. “preferably one with your face.”

your chest softens at his words.

“i miss your face, y/n.”

all teasing has disappeared, replaced by something achingly tender.

you smile helplessly. that’s the thing about garrett, he undoes you so easily. not with grand gestures, not with rehearsed words, just simple honesty, soft affection, the kind that feels impossible not to believe.

“maybe.”

garrett laughs quietly. “worth a try.”

you smile. “i love you.”

his reply is immediate, certain, like breathing. “love you too, baby.”

a brief pause follows.

“enjoy the rest of your day.”

your heart squeezes.

“talk later?”

you can hear the smile in his voice now. softer, steadier, less affected by the alcohol and more grounded by the sound of you, as though hearing your voice gave him exactly what he needed.

“always.”

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summary: in which a quiet night in cabo leads to tears, honesty, and a much-needed reminder that y/n has never been as alone as she thinks.

notes: i love these girls with my whole heart. i hope you all enjoy, this was such a sweet request to write! <3

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it’s late by the time the room finally quiets down.

the kind of late where exhaustion has settled heavily into everyone, where the adrenaline from the day has finally burned itself out, leaving behind nothing but pleasant tiredness.

the day had been long in the best possible way. sun all afternoon, dinner downtown, too much laughing, and somehow another completely unnecessary shopping stop on the walk home.

apparently none of you are physically capable of walking past a boutique without going inside.

grace had barely made it through brushing her teeth before announcing she was about thirty seconds away from passing out. following suit sabrina had laughed, mumbling a sleepy, “goodnight, love you all,” before disappearing not long after.

you and allie lay restlessly on the bed in your shared room.

the lights are off, the room bathed in soft darkness, lit only by moonlight slipping through the gaps in the curtains, the occasional glow from outside filtering across the walls.

the distant crash of waves drifts in through the balcony doors, warm air moves lazily through the room, stirring the curtains every so often.

everything feels softer now, quieter, slower.

allie lies propped comfortably against the pillows, legs stretched beneath the blankets, her phone loose in one hand.

you settle beside her, shifting until you’re comfortable, blanket pulled to your chest as you sink into the mattress. your body feels heavy with exhaustion, pleasantly so, the kind that results in sleep coming easily.

you watch as allie mindlessly scrolls through photos from the day.

one of grace asleep by the pool, one arm dramatically flung over her face.

another of sabrina holding frozen margaritas with a huge grin.

a blurry photo of all four of you laughing so hard nobody had stayed still long enough for the camera to catch anything clearly.

allie snorts quietly at one, before another photo appears.

it’s a photo from dinner. grace is caught mid-laugh, head tipped back completely, one hand pressed against her chest. sabrina is turned slightly to the side, clearly halfway through saying something. allie looks polished, effortless, comfortable in her own skin in the way she always is.

and you-

you’re smiling. not at the camera, not posed.

just… happy.

completely unaware the photo was even being taken.

your gaze lingers, something in your chest tightens so suddenly it catches you off guard. it isn’t sadness, not exactly, something warmer, something heavier, something achingly soft.

allie notices almost immediately, lowering her phone slightly.

“y/n?”

you shake your head, too quickly. “i'm all good.”

her eyes narrow slightly. “that’s usually not true.”

a tiny laugh escapes you, small, breathless. you close your eyes briefly, swallowing against the sudden tightness in your throat.

silence settles again between you both.

“i just-"

"thank you.”

allie goes completely still beside you, the kind of stillness that tells you she understands instantly. when she speaks, her voice is softer, gentler.

“for what?”

you swallow, your fingers tightening slightly around the blanket.

“for… everything.”

the words sound small, far too small, completely inadequate. you let out a quiet breath.

“i don’t know.” your voice is barely above a whisper. “i was just thinking.”

allie turns her head slightly toward you, still listening.

“about this trip.”

a pause.

“about you girls.”

emotion rises unexpectedly fast, so fast it almost makes you stop talking entirely.

“you’ve always looked out for me.” your voice wavers slightly, threatening to break. “you always know when something’s wrong.”

a tiny laugh slips out, soft and watery. “usually before i even do” you admit quietly.

“which can be a little annoying sometimes."

allie says nothing at first, but you can feel her attention settle fully on you now.

“you’ve helped me more than you probably realise.”

the words leave before you can stop them, honest in a way that makes your chest hurt.

your voice turns quieter, more fragile. “i barely recognise the girl i was freshman year. i was so much more scared back then.”

a small pause.

“less confident. less sure of myself.”

your throat tightens. “and somehow, over time… things just started feeling lighter.”

your breathing catches. “i started feeling lighter, happier.”

your voice softens even more. “more like myself.”

embarrassment follows almost immediately. you let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “god. this is so embarrassing.”

allie shifts beside you, lightly smacking your arm.

“don’t do that.”

“what?”

“don’t say something nice and then immediately make fun of yourself for it.”

despite everything, you smile. really smile. the silence that follows feels different now, softer, warmer. full in a way that’s hard to explain.

allie’s voice is quieter when she speaks again. gentle, but certain.

“you know why i get you so easily?”

your brow furrows slightly. “what?”

allie turns her head towards you. even in the dim light, you can make out her expression. soft, serious, entirely open.

“because i know what it’s like.”

a pause. her gaze remains on yours. “to feel too much. lose yourself"

emotion catches sharply in your chest. allie shifts, turning onto her side to face you properly, closing the distance between you.

her voice is impossibly gentle now. “from the second we met, i just-"

she exhales quietly. “…felt protective of you.”

a watery laugh escapes you. “why?”

she gives you a look. even half-hidden in darkness, it’s unmistakably allie. softly exasperated, completely fond. she raises her arms in your direction, as if she was pointing towards you.

“because you’re you, y/n.”

that broken little laugh escapes you again, your vision blurs. allie reaches over, grabbing your hand gently. her touch is warm, grounding, familiar.

“you feel everything so deeply. you care so much."

a pause.

“sometimes more than people deserve.”

your chest aches. she sees you, she always has, even the parts you try hardest to hide.

the parts that overthink, the parts that feel too much.

you move before thinking, closing the space between you. she catches you instantly, arms wrapping around you without hesitation, pulling you close beneath the blankets.

you cry quietly into her shoulder, soft tears and shaky breaths. the kind of crying that feels less like breaking, and more like letting go.

allie only holds you tighter. “i love you, y/n. you're literally like a sister to me."

emotion lodges painfully in your chest. allie shifts back just enough to look at you, her expression impossibly soft as you speak.

“you’re the best.”

allie huffs out a quiet laugh, though her expression stays soft. "i’m seriously just relieved that you’re finally starting to realise how incredible you are, y/n."

emotion rises sharply in your chest. before you can say anything, allie tilts her head slightly. “you know... i still remember the day you met garrett.”

despite the tears, a small laugh escapes you. “oh no.”

allie’s mouth twitches, amusement clearly laced in her expression. “oh yes.”

you let out a watery groan, burying your face against her shoulder again. “don’t remind me.”

that earns a quiet laugh from her. “y/n.”

her voice turns gentler now, more deliberate. you lift your head, allie’s gaze doesn’t waver.

“there were girls all around him.”

you go completely still.

“every single one of them looking at him.”

a pause.

“and the only person he was looking at”, her eyes stay locked on yours, ensuring you hear her next words, “was you.”

emotion catches painfully in your throat, you notice allie’s expression soften further.

“and you wouldn’t believe me when i told you.”

your chest tightens, she had told you, more than once. allie goes quiet, something shifting in her expression, something softer. then, slowly, the corner of her mouth lifts.

“now look at you.”

a tiny frown pulls at your brows, allie gives you a look.

“you’ve got him completely wrapped around your finger.”

despite everything, a small laugh escapes you. “allie-”

“no, i’m serious.”

her expression doesn’t waver. “that man is so ridiculously in love with you it’s almost painful to watch sometimes.”

your face warms immediately. allie snorts softly. “i’m talking disgustingly gone.”

another watery laugh leaves you. she smiles, but it fades into something gentler, more serious.

“and it’s not just him.”

her gaze stays steady on yours. “you’re hardworking.”

a pause.

“you care deeply. you show up. you work your fucking ass off.”

allie’s voice stays calm, completely certain of the truth behind her words.

“any firm would be lucky to have you.”

your throat tightens.

“you hear me?”

you blink quickly, fighting fresh tears, allie squeezes your hand in assurance.

“any internship. any job.”

her voice sharpens slightly. “they would be lucky to have you.”

you stare at her, silent, completely at a loss for words.

“if someone is stupid enough not to see that-”

she shrugs lightly, “then fuck them. they're the ones missing out. not you."

a wet laugh breaks from you, and allie’s expression softens once more in response.

“you need to back yourself more. you don’t see yourself the way everyone else does.”

your throat tightens.

“you especially don’t see yourself the way he does.” her thumb brushes over your knuckles.

"you've got to stop letting other people dictate your own value."

“back yourself, y/n.” she gently shakes your shoulders in encouragement, smiling.

“because the people who know you?”

her gaze doesn’t waver. “we already do.”

silence settles between you again. heavy, but gentle. you swallow, your voice is small when you finally speak. “you helped me do that.”

allie’s brows pull together slightly. “what?”

a small smile breaks through. “believe in myself.”

your voice trembles. “you made me want to.”

a pause.

“because you believed in me first.”

allie goes still. something shifts in her expression, something softer, like your words landed somewhere deeper than she expected.

"it was easy to y/n. all you needed was a little push."

you both smile. she goes quiet beside you, until something shifts in her expression. then, unexpectedly-

she lets out a small laugh.

you blink.

allie covers her face with both hands, shoulders shaking slightly as though she’s trying incredibly hard not to laugh harder. despite everything, confusion breaks through.

“what?” you stare at her, clearly confused. “allie?”

another laugh slips out of her.

“what’s funny?”

she drops her hands, still grinning now. “oh my god.”

you narrow your eyes. “what?”

allie shakes her head, laughing softly to herself. “nothing. i just remembered something.”

your brows pull together, allie looks back at you. “remember the deal we made first day at briar?”

“what deal?”

allie gasps softly. "y/n! you don't remember?!"

despite the tears, you laugh, still completely confused.

allie grins. “if we were both still single at forty we agreed to marry each other."

you laugh properly now, messy and wet. “oh my god.”

allie smiles, soft and fond. “i still stand by it.”

you sniff, wiping your face. “i don’t think dean would be very happy about that.”

allie snorts. “no.” her grin widens. “he’d be deeply offended.”

that makes you laugh harder. the weight of the previous conversation slowly fading away.

and then-

from the other room, grace’s sleepy voice cuts through the darkness, confused and groggy.

“why are you both still awake?”

a beat.

sabrina’s tired voice follows. “are you guys crying?" are you okay?”

there’s rustling from across the room, grace moves closer towards you both. sabrina sighs, before muttering, half asleep, “well now i have to join too.”

seconds later both of them are at your bed. grace throws herself dramatically onto the mattress, directly on top of you both.

you let out a startled squeal. “grace!”

“i heard crying,” grace mumbles, wrapping her arms around both of you.

“group hug.”

sabrina climbs in more carefully beside you, immediately curling into your side. her arm slips easily around your waist.

“love you guys” she murmurs, her voice soft, laced with sleep.

grace squeezes tighter, allie snorts. “this bed is way too small.”

“oh well” sabrina mumbles.

you laugh again, tears drying on your cheeks as warmth surrounds you from every side.

allie pressed to one side, sabrina curled against the other, grace somehow half sprawled across all three of you.

somehow all four of you fit, barely. it’s cramped, uncomfortable in a hundred different ways, grace’s elbow is definitely in someone’s ribs, sabrina is half asleep already, allie is trying not to laugh, but it feels perfect, safe.

Three Weeks

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Reader

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You give birth three days before Quinn has to leave.

It is, by every possible definition, unfair.

The timing feels like a cruel joke from the universe, because one second Quinn is pacing your hospital room with dark circles under his eyes and the next there is a tiny, furious little person in your arms and Quinn is staring at them like he has forgotten how language works.

He is not crying exactly.

But he is close.

You look at him from the bed, exhausted and aching and absolutely wrecked in the best possible way, and say, “You can breathe now.”

Quinn blinks at you. “I am breathing.”

“Barely.”

He looks back down at the baby. “I do not know what I’m supposed to do with my face right now.”

You laugh weakly. “You can just look happy.”

Quinn’s mouth twitches. “I am happy.”

“You look terrified.”

“I am also terrified.”

That makes you smile, because honestly, fair.

The baby makes a tiny sound, and Quinn straightens like he has been summoned by the sound alone. He reaches out one finger, unbelievably gentle, and the baby grabs it with a grip so small it nearly destroys him on the spot.

Quinn stares.

You stare at Quinn.

“He has your whole hand,” you whisper.

Quinn swallows hard. “She.”

You blink. “She has your whole hand.”

He nods vaguely, still not taking his eyes off the baby. “Yeah.”

You watch him for a second, your chest full in a way you do not have words for. Quinn has been amazing from the moment he found out you were pregnant, but this version of him, the one standing there looking like his entire world just cracked open and became bigger, is almost too much to take in.

Then reality hits again.

Three days.

Three days until he leaves for the Olympics.

You do not say it out loud yet, because saying it out loud makes it real in a different way. But Quinn notices anyway. He always does.

That night, after the nurses have gone and the baby is asleep in the bassinet beside your bed, Quinn sits in the chair next to you with his elbows on his knees and his hands clasped so tightly together his knuckles pale.

You watch him for a minute before asking, “What are you thinking about.”

He laughs once, without humor. “Too many things.”

“Try me.”

His eyes flick up to yours, then away again.

“I’m thinking about leaving,” he admits quietly. “And I hate it.”

Your chest tightens.

He keeps going, voice low and rough. “I know this is what we planned. I know it’s the Olympics and it matters and I should be excited, and I am, I really am. But I just had a baby and I’m supposed to walk out of here and pretend I can focus on hockey for three weeks.”

You swallow.

“Quinn,”

“No, I know,” he says immediately, shaking his head. “I know I have to go. I’m not saying I won’t. I’m just saying I hate that I have to.”

The room is quiet for a second.

Then you say, honestly, “I hate it too.”

He looks at you then.

You reach for his hand, and he lets you take it instantly, like he has been waiting for permission to fall apart.

“I don’t want to make this harder for you,” you tell him softly.

“You are not making it harder.”

You give him a look.

He exhales. “Okay, you are making it harder, but in a way that is unfair because it is not your fault.”

That gets a tired laugh out of you.

Quinn’s eyes soften a little.

“I keep thinking about the moments I’m going to miss,” he admits. “The first nights. The little noises. The bad sleep. The way she looks when she’s sleepy. And I know I won’t miss everything, but I’ll miss enough that it already hurts.”

Your throat burns.

“Quinn.”

He shakes his head quickly, embarrassed by how much he is saying. “I’m sorry. I know this is supposed to be a happy thing.”

“It is,” you say firmly. “It’s just also hard.”

That settles him a little.

He nods once. “Yeah.”

You shift carefully in the bed, wincing a bit, and Quinn is immediately on alert.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

He does not believe you.

“You should not have to do this alone,” he says.

“I am not alone.”

His jaw tightens. “Not while I’m here.”

You watch him carefully. “You’re really freaking out.”

“Yeah,” he says bluntly. “A little.”

That makes you laugh softly.

He looks at you, still miserable. “It is not funny.”

“It kind of is.”

“It is not.”

You squeeze his hand. “You’re allowed to be sad about leaving.”

Quinn goes quiet.

Then he says, almost reluctantly, “I know.”

“Even if it means the team and the schedule and the Olympics and everything.”

“I know.”

“And even if it makes you feel selfish.”

He looks at you sharply. “I don’t feel selfish.”

“Good.”

He relaxes a fraction, then glances toward the bassinet again. “I just keep thinking, what kind of dad leaves three days after the baby is born.”

Your expression softens so quickly it almost aches.

“The kind who is doing something huge for his career,” you say. “The kind who is trying to provide. The kind who loves his family and is being asked to split himself in two for a little while.”

Quinn looks unconvinced.

You squeeze his hand harder. “You are not abandoning us.”

The words make his eyes flash to yours again.

He is quiet for a long moment.

Then, very softly, “You promise you’ll say that if I start spiraling?”

You smile despite the tears that threaten immediately after.

“Yes.”

He nods, breathing out a shaky laugh. “Good.”

The next two days are a blur of feedings, diaper changes, sleepy phone calls to family, and Quinn learning every possible detail about how to be useful in a room full of tiny, chaotic human needs. He carries the baby like he has been doing it for years, even though every movement is still so careful it hurts to watch. He asks questions about everything. He writes notes in his phone like a man preparing for a final exam on fatherhood.

On the morning he leaves, he is already half-dressed when he comes back into the bedroom, because he apparently cannot do simple things like put on a tie without checking the baby six times.

You are sitting in the bed with the baby in your arms, both of you still sleepy. Quinn stops in the doorway and just looks at you.

You know he is trying to memorize the scene.

It makes your chest ache.

“You’re staring,” you whisper.

He gives a small, helpless smile. “Yeah.”

“Come here.”

He crosses the room and sits on the edge of the bed, one hand brushing carefully over the baby’s blanket.

“I hate this part,” he says quietly.

“I know.”

He looks at you. “You sure you’ll be okay?”

You laugh softly. “I just gave birth to your child, Quinn. I think I’m allowed to be a little tougher than you are right now.”

That gets a tired laugh from him, but his eyes stay sad.

He leans in and kisses you gently.

Then he kisses the baby’s head, and his face completely changes again, like the whole world is being split in half by love.

When he pulls back, he says, “I’m coming back the second I can.”

“I know.”

“I’ll call every day.”

“I know.”

“I’ll probably be annoying about it.”

“You absolutely will.”

He smiles a little.

Then his expression falls again. “I do not want to leave.”

You reach up and touch his face.

“I know.”

His eyes close for a second under your hand.

“You can go be great,” you tell him softly. “And we will still be here when you come back.”

That does something to him.

He nods once, but you can see how hard he is trying not to break apart.

“Three weeks,” he whispers.

“You can do three weeks.”

“I know I can do three weeks.”

His mouth twitches. “I just hate it.”

You smile sympathetically. “That makes two of us.”

He laughs under his breath, then looks down at the baby one more time. “Be good for your mom.”

You roll your eyes. “She can’t even hold up her own head.”

Quinn looks offended on the baby’s behalf, which would be funnier if his eyes were not still glossy.

When he stands, he hesitates by the door.

You know he is trying to make himself go.

So you say, “Quinn.”

He looks back.

“You’re not leaving a hole here,” you tell him softly. “You’re just going to the Olympics.”

His throat works once.

Then he nods.

“Okay,” he says, voice rough. “Okay.”

He leaves with one last look over his shoulder, and the room feels bigger and quieter and a little too still after he’s gone.

But the baby stirs in your arms, and you think about Quinn standing on Olympic ice thinking about you both, and somehow it hurts less when you remember this is not goodbye.

It is only three weeks.

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summary: in which a few harmless purchases in cabo spiral wildly out of control, leaving the girls buried in shopping bags and out of suitcase space.

notes: love this idea, thank you so much for your request!! despite what the boys may think, shopping is an essential part of any girls trip. i hope you all enjoy this one! <3

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it starts innocently enough.

which, in hindsight, is probably the worst part. none of you had intended for this to happen. completely losing control had definitely not been part of the plan when you boarded your flight to cabo.

if anything, the damage had started weeks earlier, back home.

it had begun with just a few things. a couple of new bikinis because allie insisted none of your old ones felt 'cabo enough', a few dresses for dinners because sabrina had declared everyone needed options.

sandals. cover-ups. jewellery. sunglasses.

small things, reasonable things.

except somehow, every shopping trip turned into another.

there had been endless groupchat debates over dresses, bikinis, heels, and bags. photos were sent at all hours of the day. opinions demanded immediately. links dropped with zero context. impulse purchases encouraged far too easily.

grace had been the voice of reason for approximately three days before giving up entirely, purchasing three new dresses herself. allie had zero shame from the beginning, while sabrina somehow justified each purchase with alarmingly convincing logic.

you had convinced yourself it was the lawyer in her, no reasonable person should have been capable of making such a compelling argument for why another pair of sunglasses was, apparently, essential.

and you-

you had tried to be sensible, tried being the key word.

by the time all four of you had actually landed in cabo, there had already been an unspoken agreement that maybe, just maybe, the spending needed to calm down a little.

unfortunately, the unspoken agreement fell apart immediately.

the first day had been harmless.

a few bikinis from a boutique near the marina after allie insisted the resort options were overpriced. one dress each for dinner after sabrina took one look at the outfits you packed and declared them “cute, but not enough.”

the second day had been worse, yet the third day is what officially ruined all of you.

by the time you make it back to the resort that afternoon, your room looks less like a luxury suite and more like the aftermath of a shopping-related disaster.

shopping bags cover nearly every available surface.

the couch has completely disappeared beneath them. half the dining table is unusable. heels lie abandoned near the balcony doors, dresses hang off the backs of chairs, and jewellery boxes sit open across the kitchen counter.

it looks catastrophic.

you stand in the middle of it all, sunglasses pushed into your hair, staring at the mess in silence. slowly, you turn towards the others.

“we have a problem.”

allie, carrying three shopping bags in one hand and an iced coffee in the other, raises an eyebrow.

“do we?”

you gesture vaguely at the destruction around you. “yes.”

grace drops her bags near the couch, finally taking in the full extent of the mess. her expression shifts, slowly. “oh.”

sabrina closes the door behind her and exhales. “wow.”

allie remains completely unconcerned. “guys, relax.”

you blink at her. “relax?”

she shrugs. “it’s fine.”

sabrina gives her a flat look. “allie.”

“what?”

grace folds her arms. “you bought four bikinis today.”

allie points immediately. “and y/n bought two dresses.”

you point towards sabrina. “she bought heels.”

sabrina clutches one of her bags protectively against her chest, “those were a necessary purchase.”

grace lets out a quiet laugh. “how are we already justifying our purchases?”

allie shrugs, as though the answer is obvious. “because we’ve worked our asses off all semester.” she gestures vaguely between all four of you, “we’re on holiday. we deserve to treat ourselves.”

“and because the alternative is feeling bad about it,” you add lightly.

sabrina nods once. “exactly.”

there’s a beat of silence, then all four of you quietly reach the exact same conclusion.

time to see if your suitcases had enough room.

the room fills with the sounds of zippers, rustling fabric, shifting shopping bags, dramatic sighs, and sabrina muttering under her breath.

you crouch beside your suitcase and begin reorganising things, carefully folding clothes tighter, moving shoes, trying to create space where there very clearly isn’t.

for a while, nobody speaks, everyone is too focused, too determined. eventually, after a solid ten minutes of effort, you sit back on your heels.

okay.

maybe this is manageable, maybe it will all fit.

you take a breath and pull the zipper. it makes it halfway before refusing to budge. you frown and pull harder, nothing. you try again, still nothing.

“ah...guys.”

no one answers, which feels concerning. unease curls low in your stomach.

allie sits cross-legged on the floor beside her suitcase, staring at it in silence. grace is kneeling beside hers, looking deeply unimpressed. sabrina is lying flat on her back on the carpet like she’s given up on the task entirely.

you blink once, slowly. “oh shit.”

sabrina turns her head towards you. her expression is blank, completely emotionless. “my stuff doesn’t fit.”

you look at grace, she exhales through her nose. “neither.”

then allie, her gaze finding yours. “mine doesn't either.”

silence, before suddenly all four of you are talking at once.

“no, because how-”

“we were only gone for two hours.”

“i didn’t even buy that much.”

your gaze shifts slowly to the remaining mountain of shopping bags still waiting to be packed, then to your suitcase, before back to your friends. a laugh escapes before you can stop it, small at first, barely there, then stronger, until allie is laughing beside you too.

sabrina groans dramatically into the carpet, while grace pinches the bridge of her nose, visibly fighting a smile.

“this is ridiculous" sabrina states.

“it’s a little funny,” you manage through laughter.

“it is not funny.”

“it’s definitely funny.”

sabrina lifts one hand dramatically from the floor. “we’re stranded in cabo because none of us know the meaning of restraint."

allie snorts. “that’s dramatic.”

“is it?”

“yes.”

grace sighs, glancing between all of you. her voice comes out soft, barely audible. “we could just buy another suitcase.”

silence, complete silence.

you stare at her, allie stares at her, sabrina sits upright so fast it’s almost alarming.

then-

allie points. “that.”

you point too, finishing allie's sentence. “is brilliant.”

sabrina nods immediately. “that’s the solution.”

allie is already reaching for her phone. “there has to be somewhere nearby.”

grace's eyes are wide, clearly filled with amusement. she reaches for her phone, typing in her password. you narrow your eyes instantly, suspicious. “what are you doing?”

grace smiles, nothing good ever follows that smile. “updating the boys.”

your eyes widen. "no.”

allie’s head snaps up. "grace.”

sabrina points. “don’t you dare. they're never going to let us live it down."

grace is already typing.

you lunge across the carpet. “grace-”

too late, the message sends. within seconds, all four of your phones buzz, the groupchat immediately flooding with messages.

you all crowd around grace, staring at her screen.

dean

what do you mean slight issue

dean

what issue

logan 💓

are you okay

tucker

did someone lose a passport

garrett

what happened

you press your lips together, laughter already threatening. allie leans in beside you, while grace continues to scroll.

another message appears.

dean

grace

dean

elaborate right now

sabrina loses it first, laughing so hard she nearly falls sideways. of course one vague message sends all four of them into an immediate spiral.

allie wipes under her eye. “oh my god.”

grace is fully smiling now. “they’re stressed.”

you shake your head. “they’re insane.”

your phone buzzes in your lap, warmth blooming in your chest at the notification.

'baby 🤍 just sent you a message'

you open it immediately.

baby 🤍 you okay?

another message.

baby 🤍 dean’s pacing

you laugh softly to yourself, of course he was. another message follows.

baby 🤍 what’s the issue

you glance down, one more message appears.

baby 🤍 did you buy too much stuff

you freeze, blink, then laugh harder.

allie notices instantly. “what?”

you turn your phone towards her. sabrina gasps, grace groans. “oh my god.”

allie looks deeply offended. “how did he know?” a smile pulls at your mouth as you type.

you:

maybe

three dots appear almost instantly.

baby 🤍 unbelievable

baby 🤍 buy another suitcase

you stare at the screen, smiling. his response is practical, completely unsurprised, very garrett.

you type back.

you

grace already said that

his reply comes seconds later.

baby 🤍 of course she did

you can practically hear the dry amusement in his voice before another message appears.

baby 🤍 get one with wheels that actually work this time

your smile grows.

somehow, despite the distance, despite being in an entirely different country, despite the chaos unfolding across both groupchats, everything still feels exactly the same.

warm, easy, familiar. just like home.

⋆⭒˚.⋆ cabo 1k celebration masterlist!

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summary: in which the girls soak up the cabo sun while the boys back home prove they are, in fact, incapable of coping alone.

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a few hours into your first day, the cabo sun sits high overhead, relentless in a cloudless sky.

the resort feels completely different now than it had earlier that morning. busier, louder, alive in that effortless way holiday destinations always seem to become by midday.

music drifts from somewhere nearby, blending with the steady sound of splashing water, clinking glasses, and conversations that blur together into a soft, constant hum. laughter rises somewhere in the distance, bright and fleeting, before disappearing just as quickly back into the noise.

the four of you had claimed a cluster of lounge chairs near the edge of the pool hours ago, tucked beneath a large umbrella with a perfect view of the ocean, endless blue stretching beyond the resort.

it’s beautiful here, almost unfairly so.

sunlight glints across the water in soft waves while a breeze rolls in from the ocean, just cool enough to take the edge off the heat against your skin.

everything feels easy in cabo. brighter, lighter.

it's exactly what all of you needed after the chaos of exams, assignments, and everything else the semester had thrown your way.

at some point, grace had fallen asleep.

at another, sabrina had disappeared to get drinks.

neither event had been particularly surprising.

before leaving, sabrina had paused at the end of your chair, one eyebrow raised. “frozen margarita?”

you respond with a smile, eyes warm. “yes please.”

she’d looked at allie next. “same, please.”

grace, already half asleep, lazily lifted a thumb without opening her eyes. sabrina huffed out a laugh. “i’ll take that as a yes.”

now, nearly fifteen minutes later, grace is fully out cold, one arm thrown dramatically across her face in a failed attempt to block the sun despite the umbrella already covering half her chair.

allie had noticed first, quietly reaching for her phone.

you caught on almost immediately. “allie.”

she glanced at you, feigning innocence so poorly it was almost insulting. “hm?”

you gave her a flat look before lightly smacking her arm. “leave her alone.”

allie grinned, entirely unrepentant. “i was only going to send it to logan.”

you stared at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. “exactly.”

that only made her laugh harder. she dropped her phone back into her lap, still grinning to herself.

a server passes nearby carrying fresh towels and allie immediately reaches for one, draping it over her legs with a dramatic sigh before sinking further into her chair.

“i genuinely think i could stay here forever.”

you hum, barely glancing up from your phone. “give it three hours before you start complaining about being sunburnt.”

allie turns her head towards you, clearly offended by your words. “more like sunkissed, y/n.”

her response earns a small smile from you.

you sit cross-legged on your chair, sunglasses pushed up into your hair, absentmindedly scrolling through photos from earlier in the day.

your skin feels warm from the sun, the heat settling into you in a way that feels almost comforting. the breeze against your shoulders is soft enough to keep it from becoming unbearable.

you swipe through your camera roll slowly. there’s one photo of all four of you in oversized sunglasses, another of grace pretending to shove allie into the pool, and one blurry photo of sabrina mid-laugh, somehow still managing to capture exactly how happy she’d looked.

your lips curve into a soft smile. your camera roll is already full, and it’s only day one.

everything feels light, easy, comfortable, until the small sound allie makes beside you immediately pulls your attention away from your phone.

it’s quiet, barely more than a breath of amusement, but it’s enough.

you glance over. “what?”

allie’s staring down at her phone. you notice the smile first, small, subtle, barely there, except you know her too well. it isn’t just a smile, it’s that smile. the one that almost always means one thing.

she knows something you don’t.

suspicion settles in your chest almost immediately.

“oh no", she mumbles, lips curving with quiet amusement.

you narrow your eyes. “what is that supposed to mean?”

allie’s smile only grows, making everything worse. she angles her phone away from you.

“nothing.”

you stare at her, “allie.”

“it's nothing, y/n.”

“allie.”

her smile widens even further, telling you everything you need to know. every single person in your life seems to wear that exact expression whenever they’re about to become a problem.

you immediately lean towards her, reaching for the phone. she jerks it away with a laugh, “no.”

you sit up straighter. “why are you being weird?”

“i’m not.”

“you are literally being weird.”

grace stirs beside you, mumbling something incoherent before rolling onto her other side. allie glances back down at her phone, then laughs, properly this time.

you stare. “what happened?”

“nothing.”

“you’re lying.”

“i’m not.”

“you’re smiling.”

allie snorts. “am i not allowed to smile now?"

“not when you look like that, no."

a few seconds later, sabrina reappears carrying drinks. she takes one look at the two of you and pauses immediately.

“oh.”

she carefully sets grace’s drink down on the side table. “what happened?”

allie doesn’t even look up. “dean texted.”

understanding immediately crosses sabrina’s face. “ah.”

your gaze flicks between both of them, slowly, suspiciously. “why are you both acting like that?”

neither says anything.

“guys.”

allie cracks first, mostly because she’s terrible at keeping secrets. still grinning, she turns her phone towards you. you lean in, scanning the message once, then again.

the second it registers, you immediately cover your face. “oh my god.”

attached to dean’s message is a photo, a genuinely tragic photo.

it's taken in the hockey house kitchen. garrett sits at the counter, logan is sprawled dramatically across a chair, tucker leans against the fridge. every single one of them looks deeply miserable.

the caption underneath somehow makes it worse.

dean house morale is at an all time low

you lose it immediately, laughter escaping you before you're able to stop it.

suddenly another photo appears, somehow worse than the first. garrett is staring blankly into a coffee mug like he’s questioning every decision that led him to this exact moment.

dean captain hasn’t smiled in 24 hours

“stop,” you laugh, covering your mouth. “they're being so dramatic.”

“are they?” allie asks, smirking, clearly entertained by it all. another message comes through.

dean tucker made pasta for one person yesterday

dean one fucking person

sabrina bursts into laughter, beside you, grace finally wakes properly, blinking sleepily. “what happened?”

allie silently hands her the phone, grace squints at the screen. thirty seconds later she’s laughing so hard she nearly drops her drink. you shake your head, smiling helplessly. “they’re actually ridiculous.”

“they miss us,” sabrina says.

you scoff. “they saw us yesterday.”

“they still miss us.”

you roll your eyes, but warmth still blooms quietly in your chest. underneath all the dramatics, they do, you know they do.

the same way all of you would miss them if the situation was reversed.

somewhere between coffee runs, hockey games, late-night study sessions, movie nights, random tuesday afternoons, and all the quiet moments in between, all of you had somehow become each other’s people.

you glance back down at the photos, zooming in. dean had very clearly taken both from the worst angle possible on purpose. logan looks deeply offended by something, though it’s impossible to tell what. tucker somehow looks exhausted in a way that feels almost impressive.

and garrett-

garrett looks tired, sure, but mostly he just looks unimpressed, like dean has been annoying him for hours and he’s simply choosing not to engage.

your phone buzzes in your hand.

'baby 🤍 just sent you a message'

you open it immediately.

baby 🤍 dean has been documenting our suffering all day

a smile immediately pulls at your mouth.

another message appears.

baby 🤍 please tell him to stop

you laugh softly, allie leans over instantly. “what’d he say?”

you turn your phone slightly towards her. she immediately starts cackling, grace nearly chokes on her drink, sabrina is already pulling out her phone, almost definitely texting tucker.

before you can reply, another message comes through.

baby 🤍 he’s been like this for hours

your eyes stay fixed on the screen, before one final message appears.

baby 🤍 i miss you

just like that, something in you softens. the laughter around you fades for half a second, the music, the noise of the pool, the conversations drifting around the resort. everything blurs quietly at the edges.

warmth blooms low and steady in your chest, sudden enough to catch you off guard. of course he misses you.

and god-

you miss him too.

allie notices immediately, her eyes narrow, before her entire expression changes.

“oh,” she says, dragging the word out dramatically.

“that was definitely garrett.”

you glance at her, "stop."

she grins. “he said something sweet didn't he.”

“allie” you say slowly, which only makes her grin wider.

“he told you he misses you, didn't he? that man is so gone."

grace points lazily in your direction, adding to the conversation. “could've called it.”

sabrina smiles into her drink, “men are so predictable.”

you try to glare at all of them, you really do, but it’s hard when your cheeks feel warm, your heart impossibly soft.

the groupchat is about to become unbearable, you already know it.

sitting here beneath the cabo sun, with your best friends laughing around you and your boyfriend somehow still managing to make you smile from thousands of miles away, you don’t really mind.

not even a little.

john logan x reader

summary: john logan learns what it's like to watch the world cup with you. fluff, requested!

Being a star-team hockey player and all, Logan has seen his fair share of intense fan behaviour. People showing up to their games in painted faces, tons of merch, a usual over the top excitement. 

Still, he thinks you are acting a notch above it.

“You know you can’t wear that today, right?” you say, sitting on bed, narrowed eyes almost burning a hole on his chest. 

Logan looks down at his own clothes, “What’s wrong with it?”

“It's a hockey hoodie.” You say, your voice in such an obvious tone that makes him reevaluate the entire colour.

He stares at you, waiting for clarification, “Uh, yeah?”

“We’re watching football tonight, Logan.” You remind him, “I can’t have you wearing merch from a whole different sport.”

Maybe it’s the novelty of it all that gets him so amused. When you two started dating, it took you some time to understand the basics of hockey. You eventually learned all the common terms, and somewhat the rules, though barely enough to have an idea of what the fuck is going on. So it’s safe to say he wouldn’t expect you to be so… Intense about any other sport. But there you are, wearing a jersey, with shimmery eyeshadow adorning your pretty face and a really strict plan of watching most of the World Cup’s games — except the ones where you’ll be watching him play, of course. Glad to know you still love him more, he thinks. 

“You could wear the white one,” you say, getting up and heading to his closet, rummaging through his clothes, “You don’t have a blue one, do you?”

He lets out a chuckle, “No, honey. White is on the third drawer, I think.”

You open said drawer, finding his hoodie. He bites back a smile as he watches your face turning into a little grimace, eventually just deciding to accept it and toss it at him, “Meh, that’ll do. I gotta get you a jersey.”

He stares at you, half awe, half surprised, “This must be a big thing for you.”

“‘Course it is,” you shrug, sitting back on the edge of his bed. A subtle twinkle appears in your eyes as you keep talking, “You should see it back home. Flags everywhere, streets getting painted.”

Logan walks to his bed, knee resting next to you as he curves to kiss your face, “You miss being home?”

You look at him, pensive, “Yeah, a little,” you say, “Not everyday, but– You know, in times like these.”

He hums, “We’ll have fun tonight, though.”

Your face opens into a beaming smile, “We will!” You rise up to press a peck on his lips, “I’m excited!”

—

Excited, turns out, is an understatement.

“No, no! Oh fuck, they’re heading for the goal again,” you jump from the couch, standing closer to the TV and back to Logan’s side. It’s stressful, and you keep switching between English and your first language, a casual string of strong words he can only assume, by your tone, that it’s not the kindest of compliments.

He’s never seen you like that.

While you scream at the TV, Logan keeps chuckling to himself, looking around the living room. He’s amazed at how meticulous you planned for the whole thing — you wearing all the main colours, popcorn and snacks laying around the room, and your joyful squeal every time your team finally scored a goal, which might just be his new found favourite thing. 

He decides he must have you this happy again. 

And if this is happening, then he really needs to step up on his game. Thankfully, nothing that a little help from Allie and her theater department decoration skills won’t do, and a text to Tucker to beg him to run to the closest store can do some wonders, followed by another text to all your friends: 8pm, our house. wear appropriate colours or you WILL get tossed out!!!

Logan picks you up from your shift at Malone’s that night, and you don’t ask about the growing smirk he has on his face all the way home. 

He turns to you once he parks his car in their garage, “I have a surprise for you.”

“You don’t say,” you grin, sarcastic tone in your voice, “Course you do. It’s written all over your face.”

“Shut up, no it’s not,” he beams. You watch as Logan gets out of the car, running to open your passenger door, offering you his hand, “Come on, close your eyes.”

“What, now?” 

“Yes, now!” He guides you out, getting behind you to use his hands to cover your eyes, “Just to make sure.”

You giggle, moving your hands to hold his over your face, “Why am I nervous?”

“Don’t be,” he says in a low voice, face close to your ear. He stops you, placing you in front of the door and knocking. You hear a commotion inside, a rumble of voices shushing and heading closer, then the door opening. Logan lifts his hands, “Okay, open your eyes now.”

Your friends in coordinated colours are the first thing you see, the very same colours from your beloved jersey they're handing you now. There’s a star garland and fairy lights all over the ceiling, and silky, colourful pieces of fabric serving as tablecloths for the coffee table, covered in snacks and drinks — a little “take a shot for every goal” plaque right behind them.  

“You like it?” you hear Allie say, but you don't even look at her. Soon you’ll notice her eyes are covered in colourful makeup, Hannah’s too, but now your attention is everywhere, “It was all Logan’s idea.” 

You turn around to face your boyfriend, and he coos at you once he sees your teary eyes, 

“Aw, baby.”

“Logan, what– How– What the fuck, man.”

He chuckles, his hands going to your cheeks, lips to your forehead, “I know it’s not the same as being back home…”

“Stop,” you shake your head, “This– Oh my god, this is– This is everything.” 

“Well then,” he says, turning you around to push you inside, “Go change into your clothes, game starts in an hour. I’ll call the pizza place.”

“Wait, Logan–” You pull him closer, wrapping your arms around his neck, your voice still wobbly, “Thank you. I– I don’t have words.”

He presses you closer to his chest, pressing a kiss to the side of your face, “Anytime, honey. Or every four years, at least.” You chuckle, stepping back to look around the room one more time. Logan watches you, “Does it look like back home?”

You hum, face close to his, a teary smile on your face, “Feels like it.”

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