MUMMA MD | chrisMD

IT WAS KIND OF EMBARRASSING HOW LONG IT TOOK you to find out you were pregnant. That you’d missed your period. That suddenly hating all your favourite foods and vomiting over certain smells wasn’t just a coincidence. No, they all in fact, soon added up to make perfect sense.

But still funny.

OLD FLAME | chrisMD

IT ALL BEGAN ONE SUNNY SATURDAY, when you were out with your friends, up and early, a breakfast date complete and a coffee now in hand as you all walked around the famous park in your small town, were boys came to play football and girls came to picnic.

You didn’t know how but by the end of that day, your life would change forever.

THE BEAR AND THE BEE HIVE

summary: in which carmy falls for the sweet café owner that supplies him with endless americanos

pairing: carmen berzatto x fem!reader

word count: 14.4k

warning: it's a little bit of a slow burn. sorry. i'm a sucker for it and i feel like carmy is a slow burn kinda guy. 18 +, cursing, smut, p in v, oral (m. receiving), fingering, they use protection guys! i deserve a pat in the back. nothing too wild. oh, and very brief mention of suicide.

a/n: i started writing this way back in october and then it was nearly done and i abandoned it. well i finally got around to completing it tonight!

this is my first time ever writing for carmy and i tried my best writing this. i love carmy and the show but i didn’t expect it to be hard to write him as a character. i wanted to get him right so i took my time with it and didn’t rush it. hopefully you guys like my carmy. enjoy!

i think i've had this stored in my drafts for like 4 months and it's time for me to set it free.

The cigarettes were not enough anymore. No matter how many smoke breaks Carmy took, he still felt the edge on his shoulders. A fear laced with anxiety that overtook him.

After deciding that blowing through yet another wall in his restaurant was the way to go, Carmy took a break. He needed it before he used the sledgehammer to destroy the restaurant in its entirety, along with his dream.

He remembers a coffee shop only a block away from The Bear and thinks he could use a coffee right about now. Maybe the mixture of caffeine and nicotine will be able to relax his shoulders, if only for an hour.

As soon as he opens the door, the smell of ground coffee beans greets him. He looks around, taking in the cozy ambiance the decorative wood brings to the place and the splashes of warm yellow that lighten it up.

Then he sees you, and his focus shifts entirely. His eyes only see you.

And somehow I know that you and I would've found each other

roy kent x gn!reader

word count : 8.7k

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summary : you and roy always end up finding your way back to each-other

content warning : taylor popped the fuck off with the speak now vault tracks especially timeless (another timeless fic coming out soon!!!!), slow burn that takes place over 36 years - dermatologists hate me! Roy’s sister is dubbed Molly yet again, I steal britanny brett for plot because I’m obsessed with @onceuponaoneshotfanfic and superstar (check it out now if you still haven’t, and if you have already, then reread it!!!!!!)

It's 1991 and youre not old enough to understand why your neighbour, and best friends older brother Roy, has to move away. You're only 4 years old, and so is Molly, and Roy's only 9 - so you're not sure why he's going away, where he's going, or if he's ever going to come back.

no thing defines a man like love that makes him soft

Roy Kent × Fem!Reader

word count: 9.8k

summary: jamie tartt once told you Roy needed someone to show him it was okay to be soft; Roy has found that person in you

content warning: spoilers for the plot of 'the couple next door' by Shari Lapena, tooth rotting fluff with the whole Kent bloodline and the Richmond boys, neither reader nor Roy has parents because I said so, allusions to smut but basically non written.

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a/n: this is technically a part 2 to my fic ‘it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know’ but can 100% be read as a standalone fic!! Thank you for all the love on the first part I acc can’t believe the amount of love and support it received 🥲🥲

"Hey, hot stuff." Your hands came to rest against Roy's shoulders, squeezing, then moving slowly across his collar bones and down his chest, coming to rest connected just above his heart. A featherlight kiss was pressed to the shell of his ear, and then another behind his ear, followed by a trail of quick kisses down his neck until your face was buried in the crook of it. "How's your book?"

it was simple, it was sweetness, it was good to know

Roy Kent × Fem!Reader

word count : 15.1k a fucking whopper I started writing and couldn’t stop this is the longest oneshot I’ve ever written in my life

summary : the 5 times Phoebe got dropped off at your house and the 5 times Roy realised he was in love with you.

content warning : tooth rotting fluff with the whole Kent family line, a little angst if you squint really really hard, allusions to smut towards the end but non actually written, me calling Roy’s sister Molly but I can’t remember where I first saw it, no use of yn.

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a/n : if you want to see a spin off based on any part of this please dot because writing this has broke my writers block!!!! I’d love to write some more Roy <33

1. the first time

It had taken Roy about 15 seconds to decide he was going to drop Phoebe off with you.

something in the way she moves

with Jack Hughes

for the summer fic exchange 2k23

a/n: I’ve been in my Taylor Swift and Jack Hughes era all summer, so what better way to write my exchange fic for @wyattjohnston than to combine those two subjects into one project for her? this one was originally inspired by “Question…?” and ended up tying together several Taylor songs all at once – check out the companion playlist for all of those and more songs that inspired the fic! also, shoutout to Brady and Emma’s wedding for providing the perfect backdrop for this story after I stalled out with ideas for the perfect present-day setting. lots of special guests appear in this one! finally, some people might hate the flashback format with all the jumping around, but I’ve been watching a lot of “The Summer I Turned Pretty” so you can thank the show for that! hope everyone enjoys… but especially @wyattjohnston. this one’s for you, my friend! endless thanks to you for putting on this wonderful exchange for us all, and for inviting me to be part of it. (and thanks to the lovely @laurenairay for the assist!)

tropes: whirlwind romance, exes to lovers, fluff, angst

warnings: swearing, alcohol, mention of breakup, arguing / conflict, sexual references but nothing graphic or detailed, quinn and luke and brady and matthew being pests, miles wood being a drunken hooligan lolol 

word count: ~8,500+ (hey who knew I still knew how to write long fic)

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July 21, 2023 – present day – Brady and Emma Tkachuk’s wedding  –  Peapack-Gladstone, New Jersey…

“Can I ask you a question?” 

Jack tucked his chin to his chest, busying himself with studying the pattern of the brick patio beneath his smart white sneakers. Whatever question Francesca had in mind, he was absolutely sure he was unprepared for it. But he nodded anyway.

Enamored Masterlist

Summary: Everything you heard about matters of heart and desire told you the same thing; love could lead to heartbreak at best and disastrous results at worst.

Yet, you were convinced that everyone was wrong. They had to be, because love was supposed to make everyone happier, no confusion or pain in sight.

Regardless of how naive it sounded, you were sure that you were ready to fall in love and lose yourself in the infamous bliss.

That assumption right there was a terrible mistake, though.

You were nowhere near ready.

Warnings: Slow burn, mutual pining, Regency era society and social rules, angst. (Separate warnings included in chapters)

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DATE NIGHT | g. clarkey

YOU COULDN'T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME you had nerves like this.

Then again, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d gone on a date, with a lad living in London, a very stunning lad at that - and on the path to fame and endless opportunities with his never-ending increase in followers online.

You just had to keep reminding yourself he was still just George at the end of the day. The one you hadn’t stopped texting, the one who clearly fancied you to some extent.

I mean . . he swiped right after all.

INTERVIEW ENCOUNTER | g. clarkey

“—how did you meet? Because it was — you said it was a little bit all over the place?”

“Yeah! It felt . . very much mixed signals. Delusions even!” You laughed, a smile taking your voice every time you thought of the time you had your first ever conversation with your boyfriend, George Clarkey. “So basically—”

BEING GC’s | g. clarkey

- ok so, you are a pretty normal gal

- except you’re not.

- because you are a living angel.

Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume II

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“You’ll have to fly back to Toronto without us.  If it’s a broken finger, they’ll know and they’ll fix it tomorrow so you’re good to go down the road for us.  Do you have someone that would be able to look after you post-surgery?”

“It’s finger surgery, Whit.  I’m not getting a quadruple bypass.”

“But it’s still surgery, Snook,” Whitney lamented.  “I don’t like to see you hurt.  Anywhere.  As big as your foot or as little as your finger.”

Ryan could hear the tone of Whitney’s voice, how worried she was, even though it was minor surgery.  While she always supported him throughout his hockey career, even when he was a kid, she was always nervous about injuries.  She saw Gareth have broken arms, knee injuries, and even a collarbone fracture during his own playing time.  “Hey…c’mere,” he cooed, extending his arms and bringing her in for a hug.  “It’s just a thirty-minute surgery.  I’m not even being put under – it’s local anesthesia.  No need to worry about me, sweetness.”

He watched as Whitney considered his words.  One part of him knew she’d never stop worrying about him, and another part knew it would calm her, at least slightly.  “Imagine being put under completely just for a little finger,” she half-joked.

He smiled.  “My fingers aren’t little though.  You remind me of that all the time.”

Lost in the Memory | Ryan O'Reilly | Volume I

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“We have an MLSE-owned condo that you can both go to take a few moments before the game – get that nap in – before coming back here.”

Ryan let Noel take it. He made up something on the spot, that he already owned a condo somewhere near here as an investment, and it was sitting empty, so he’d just go to that to get his pre-game nap in. Nobody was the wiser. After Noel was handed the keys to the condo, Ryan ordered an Uber to take him to Summerhill.

To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Chapter 1

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Sidney didn’t have to be Sidney Crosby around June, and that’s what he loved most of all. Because they had known each other since they were kids, before they could even write their own names, June knew Sidney and Sidney knew June in a way that nobody else did – not even their parents. There was no pretentiousness with them; no airs or graces that they had to put on in front of one another. When they were together, they could just be what they were – best friends.

That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Chapter 1

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Nate’s mom had made the cardinal sin: she accidentally let it slip that he was already back in town, breaking his cover.  She told one friend, who told his other friends, and soon, his phone was blowing up like fireworks on the fourth of July.  It was constantly buzzing and making sounds – so much so he had to turn it on silent.  He waited one day longer before answering anybody.  Then and only then did he confirm that he was in town and make tentative plans.

Things were still on his mind about the playoffs, and about how he’d come up short on his goal.  He’d finally found the courage to tune into a few games, but when he did, he found himself turning off the TV after only five minutes.  Clearly, he still wasn’t over it.  Despite some time passing, it still stung.  To see his peers still playing, working towards the ultimate goal…he didn’t like it.  He wanted it to be him instead.  He wasn’t scared to admit that.  He wasn’t necessarily jealous of them, but he definitely resented the situation.  It made the feeling of disappointment increase tenfold.

Plus, there was a new situation at hand too, even though it shouldn’t even be a situation.  Ever since he wandered alone through the streets of downtown, he couldn’t stop thinking about the incident at the café and what an idiot he’d been.  The girl was nice enough about it, but it stayed on his mind regardless.  He was still sure he knew her from somewhere.  The curly hair especially.  Plus, her voice sounded too familiar for him to not know her from somewhere.  But he digressed, and let it go…or at least tried to.

Until he thought of something.

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To Sail Beyond the Sunset ft. Sidney Crosby | Prologue

Everyone always said that ballet came as naturally to June Brooks as hockey did to Sidney Crosby, but both knew people were wrong.  Sure, a natural gift was part of it, as was talent, but Sidney and June knew it took a lot more than that.  It took ambition.  Perseverance.  Knowing when to push yourself.  Using your strengths and challenging your weaknesses so they weren’t weaknesses anymore.

Most of all, it took each other.

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That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Prologue

Nathan MacKinnon would rather be in Halifax than anywhere else in the world, but at this particular moment, he would have rather been playing in the Stanley Cup Playoffs.

That dream was clearly not meant to be this year.  Despite a strong showing and a hard-fought effort, he couldn’t get it done.  He blamed a lot of the failures on himself.  Though he was part of a team – a very good team, filled with friends and mentors and guys he considered his brothers through the ups, downs, and battles they faced together – the pressure he put on himself was immense.  Because of this, he thought it was his responsibility, and his alone, to get it done.  To advance in the playoffs.  To get over the hurdle of the second round, which it seemed his team was perennially stuck in.  Alas, he came short.  As was the story nowadays.  The Colorado Avalanche couldn’t get it done.  Nathan MacKinnon couldn’t get it done.  

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