#Thunderbolts

“Life is funny. If you don’t laugh, you’re in trouble.” -Taylor Hawkins

This one hurts and it’s going to take awhile to get past.

Ari’s Little Stole-Away

Pairings: collegehockeyplayer!Ari Levinson x female reader

Warnings: college drinking, possible underaged college drinking mentioned, end of year binge drinking mentioned, slight angst, unrequited feelings, explicit sexual content- mention of oral (m receiving), implied sexual content, explicit language, SIZE kink- Ari is 6’6 without skates, reader is small (must be 18+)

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: this one shot takes place almost 2 years before Light that Lamp.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Levs (Ari) x itty bitty

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

"Itty bit?" Ari's warm baritone boomed from the staircase, "you up here?" you could hear his larger-than-life frame stalking down the hallway.

You squealed with intoxicated glee, making yourself as small as possible as you ducked the rest of the way into the enormous hockey duffle bag, tucking your head in just as he rounded the corner into his bedroom.

"Bit?" Ari called, gripping the doorframe to steady himself as he surveyed the space.

It was the last few days of your sophomore year and you had both indulged in a few too many at the end of year Gong-Show-Stopper.

Ari was leaving tomorrow to go back to Canada for the summer and you were trying to drown your sorrows in a vat of Cappy's puck-bunny pantie droppin' punch.

"Itty?" Ari called again, looking around the dimly lit room.

You cupped your hand over your mouth, an attempt to muffle your tipsy giggles as Ari's eyes landed on the wiggly bag at the base of his bed.

"Hmmmm" Ari hummed, theatrically, "where could my itty bit be?"

You hugged your knees to your chest, a fit of hiccups overtaking you as you tried to hold off another round of giggles.

"Well... I guess I better get going home" Ari continued, bending over and picking up his bag, with you in it, before slinging it clumsily over his shoulder.

"Oh, Canada..." Ari hummed low in his chest as he turned to leave the room.

Ari let his hand run down the length of the bag, lingering when he found the curve of your ass. He smirked when he heard you gasp, drawing his palm back and bringing it down with a hard crack to your backside. Ari laughed when you cried out.

"Levs" you chirped, jolting and making him fumble the bag, both of you crashing to the floor in a heap as he tried to catch you.

"Fuck... sorry" Ari groaned, "didn't mean to drop you, bit."

"Shit" you hissed, pushing your way out of the bag and siting up with your hair all askew, grumbling about him being the pain in your ass.

"What were you doing in there?" Ari asked, leaning on his elbow casually as he stretched across the floor with a lazy smirk.

"You weren't supposed to find me" you whined, pouting out your bottom lip playfully, "I was trying to stole-away so you'd take me to Canada."

"Stowaway" Ari smiled, sitting up and yanking his hockey duffle, with you still in it, closer- his long legs caging you in as he attempted to smooth your hair back in place.

"Yeah... stole-away" you hiccuped, leaning into his touch with a purr.

"Stow-away" he tried correcting you again as your nose knocked against his with a soft hum.

"Hi" you whispered, a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in your chest when his smiled sleepily at you. 

"Hi, my little stole-away" Ari's smile was almost shy as his eyes flickered to your mouth, licking his lips and pausing for only a second before leaning into you as your stomach did a somersault.

"No" you squeaked, your hands slapping over his face, hastily covering his mouth and beard as you pushed him away from you.

"No what?" Ari grunted a laugh, confused at your reaction.

"No kissing!" your huffed, emotions on high.

"Oh, come on" Ari scoffed, "you totally wanted me to kiss you... been giving me that look all night..."

"What look" you exhaled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"That kiss me look" Ari's smile was too smug for his own good.

"I have not" you chirped, "I am not one of your groupies" you emphasized, "we've never kissed before... we're not starting now..."

"You've sucked my cock" Ari smirked as you pushed your way out of the duffle bag, your thighs clenching involuntarily at the mention of his thick cock.

"That's different" you scowled, "and we agreed... this wasn't going to become a thing..." you motioned between you and Ari.

"How is that different?" Ari laughed, shaking his head with confusion as he watched you shimmy out of the duffle back, a baby gazelle on new legs, wobbling before he offered you a large hand to steady yourself.

"It just..." you sighed, giving pause to the moment as your thoughts tried to catch up, "is..." you settled on as you scrambled up to his bed, sitting down and leaning over to unbuckle your shoes.

"What if I wanna?"Ari asked.

"You want to kiss me?" your voice cracked, feeling a heat crawl over your cheeks as your heart hammered against your ribcage.

"Well... I'm drunk... you're drunk. We can make out a little" he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

But it was a big deal. You felt yourself slipping and you knew you couldn't. You couldn't fall for Ari. He didn't see you that way.

You refused to meet Ari's gaze, scowling as your fingers fumbled with your shoes. Falling back on his bed with a heavy exhale of frustration.

Ari joined you on the bed, taking your ankle in his large hands as he set your foot in his lap, gently working the buckles of your shoes open before pulling you foot out. You sighed, room spinning a little while you watched him remove your other shoe.

"Kisses are for when it matters" you murmured, unable to tear your eyes from him when his gentle touch stirred something deep in your belly.

"You do matter" Ari was quick to answer, removing his tshirt and throwing it at you as he stood to shuck his shorts off, tossing them to the floor before pulling the comforter back and slipping into his bed.

You frowned, but quickly removed your shirt- platonic sleepovers had quickly become your weekend routine unless one of you was seeing someone else. Ari leaned back staring up at the ceiling as you slipped into his oversized shirt.

"No... I mean..." you grunted, leaning back in his bed as you struggled to wiggle out of your pants. Ari sat up, giving you a playful eye roll while gripping the bottom of your pant legs and tugging them down your body.

"Thank you" you felt your face heat again when Ari got a flash of your panties before you scrambled backwards under the comforter.

"You matter, bit" Ari smiled, watching you get comfortable, sinking into the familiar bed as your eyelids got heavy.

"I know..." you smiled watching him reach over to turn off the bedside light, "I just... kisses are for when this matters, Levs."

"This?" Ari asked as you took a deep breath.

"When I'm more than just your next willing throat" you swallowed down that bitter bile taste of tipsy over-sharing, "if" you tried to correct quickly, but it was already now.

Ari was quiet for several minutes, pensive as he appeared to be lost in thought before turning towards you with a smile.

"You matter... you're special, bit... not like any of the others" he finally said as you felt yourself slip away- giving in to the tired as it seeped into your bones. You sighed melting into Ari's chest when he pulled you into his side.

"You're special to me too" you murmured, just about drifting into a light sleep as Ari spoke again.

"Ya know what would be really special?" Ari ducked closer and you could feel the smirk of his lips brushing over your crown.

"Don't..." you groaned.

"A special goodbye from a willing throat" Ari's voice cut through the silence only to be met with a pillow right to his stupidly pretty face.

Ari grunted as you giggled sleepily, rolling away from him before he wrapped his thick arm around your waist, tugging your back to his chest- his little spoon- made just for him.

Soon you were lulled to a restless sleep- listening to the low rumble of his chest.

Bright sunlight streaming in through the window made you groan. The disappointed made your chest feel unbearably tight when you rolled over to an empty bed. It was early enough that the air wafting in through the cracked window was still crisp with a bite of cool summer breeze. You stretched, arms reaching out over Ari's side of the bed, your brows furrowing when you felt how cold his spot was under your fingertips. Your heart clenching in your chest before you heard him walk back into his bedroom, bending to stuff something in his packed duffle bag.

"There she is” he smiled, sitting on the edge of the bed, "I gotta get going soon..."

"OK" you murmured, pulling his sheets up over your face, just your eyes blinking sleepily up at him.

"Come here, bit" he opened his large arms, waiting for a hug.

"I haven't brushed my teeth" you squeaked in protest before he ripped the sheet from your grasp, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to a seated position.

"Hey!" you yipped, mildly protesting Ari's gentle manhandling when his took you by the wrists and tugged you into his lap.

"I don't care, bit... get over here" he laughed, tugging you against his chest and pulling you in his lap, "I'm gonna miss you" he said, pressing a kiss to the sleep matted crown of your head.

"I'm gonna miss you" your arms wrapped around his waist as you took a deep breath, trying to memorize his scent.

"You don't gotta leave if you don't want... Cappy's here for the summer" Ari said.

"Rooming with Cap for the summer?" you snorted, "no thanks."

"Yeah... probably not a good idea" Levs laughed, his hand ran down the length of your back as you shivered into him.

"Don't forget me, pretty girl" Ari gave you another quick squeeze and your eyes quickly filled with tears, choking on a watery scoff.

"I won't" you sniffed, wiping at your eyes as Ari pulled away, holding you at arms length to study your face.

"Aw, bit... don't cry" Ari teased, pulling you back into his chest in a crushing hug.

You melted into him, tears streaking his shirt before you pulled away.

"You better get on the road" you cleared your throat, slipping from Ari's lap back into his bed.

Ari smiled warmly at you before leaning over and grabbing his duffle bag. He pressed a wordless kiss to your forehead before standing and walking out of his room. Ari paused at the door, turning back to you, but didn't say anything as he left the room.

You breathed out a heavy exhale, slumping back against his pillow with a whimper. How were you going to survive the entire summer without him?

"Hey, bit?" Ari called, walking back into the room with purpose and dropping his duffle to the floor with a thunk.

“It matters" he murmured, kneeling down next to you and framing your face in his large hands as he captured your lips in a bruising kiss.

The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️

The picture is from The Pure Hockey Blog.

As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️

Outtakes

The Alumni Scrimmage

Pairings: Collegehockeycoach! Andy Barber x female college sweetheart reader

Warnings: college sweethearts, the one that got away, soulmates, sexually explicit content- more sex, getting caught, explicit language- Andy likes the word f*ck, a little playful teasing, a little angst, moving fast in a relationship, Andy being really soft for his girl (must be 18+)

Word Count: 3.2K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Coach B x his sweetheart

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

Andy slammed the phone down with a curse. His day had gone by in a flash; appearance at the hockey booth with the underclassman, photo opportunity in the quad and mingling with the older alumni that weren't participating in the scrimmage, alumni lunch and in about 20 minutes he'd join his boys- playing opposite them in the annual alumni scrimmage. It was tradition to let the old guys win.

Andy should have been suited up with his skates on- probably warming up on the ice by now. But instead he had spent the last 30 minutes calling information in a 50 mile radius of campus, trying desperately to get your number.

Your number wasn't listed. Of course it wasn't listed. He spent the night having the best sex of his life and now you were gone.

Andy's heart jumped in his chest when a knock came at his office door, but it was only his assistant coach.

"We got about 20 minutes, Andy" Nick said, tapping his stick on the door frame, already dressed in his old jersey and skates, "I'm gonna go check in with the officials."

"I'll be right out" Andy grunted, shoving his office chair away from his desk as Nick gave him a nod and shut the door. Andy looked at his phone once more- still no missed calls or texts. Not even so much as an email.

He stood up, running his hands down his beard before stretching his arms up over his head with a grumble. Andy wasn't in the mood for this alumni scrimmage. Hadn't been in the mood for any of this all day. Not after those damn cupcakes this morning. All he could think about was you.

He crossed the room to the bench along his office wall and sat down with a frown. Andy took a deep breath, letting his head fall into his hands, rubbing over his beard with a grumble before bending over to riffle through his duffle bag for his skates.

The scrimmage was meant to be fun but casual, players wearing their old or current jerseys and team sweats. Gloves and pads were encouraged, helmets mandatory. Goalies were required to wear full pads. The scrimmage was open to the public, but usually only family or the die-hard fans showed up to the event.

There was another knock at the door as Andy was lacing up his second skate. He huffed, barking a "come in" but the door didn't budge.

"Nick... if you’re not gonna come in just gimme a minute, will ya?" Andy shouted as he pulled his laces taut.

The door pushed open and Andy heard the sound of boots drag across his office floor. His breath caught in the back of his throat when he looked up.

"Hey, Barber" you smirked, dressed in his home jersey and a familiar pair of black Doc Marten combat style boots with thick wool thigh high socks disappearing under the jersey that fit more like a dress. Your hair was reminiscent of how you wore it for Andy's college games.

"Y/N... you're...here..." Andy's stuttered as he stood up, a good 4 inches taller than he usually was-with his skates on.

Smiling shyly as you crossed the room, you placed your bag on his desk before coming to a stop in front of him. Andy's heart hammered in his chest as he smiled fondly down at you. He took a tentative step towards you, hand reaching up like he was going to caress your cheek, before hesitating. He wasn't sure how to greet you.

"I'm sorry... I didn't get your number. Then those damn..." Andy started as you tiptoed, catching his thick hoodie strings and pulling him down into your mouth to shut him up. Andy groaned his surprise.

"Shhhh" you murmured against his parted lips with a smirk.

"Sweetheart...I..." Andy's words were crushed against your lips as you pushed him backwards until his legs hit the bench. Andy went down with a grunt, smiling when you placed a hand to either shoulder, climbing into his lap and straddling him.

"Y/N... I'm trying to say I'm sorry..." he laughed as your tongue swept into his mouth with a soft moan. Andy groaned, abandoning his apology as he pulled you to his chest and devoured you with a toe curling kiss.

You made out on the bench like horny college kids until you were breathless, lips parting to catch your breath. Andy's wandering hands ran down the length of you, stopping at your boots. He smiled, tugging at the looped laces playfully as you kissed along his jaw.

"Missed these" he groaned with another tug, his head falling back against the wall, his eyes screwed shut when you rolled your hips over him, nipping just below his beard.

"Remember when you fucked me against the lockers after the championship game jr year?" you purred in his ear.

"Fuck… how could I forget?" he asked, "you were wearing nothing but these an' my jersey..." Andy groaned as you nodded, your breath hot against his skin.

"Ah huh" you confirmed, "and seeing as your type is still college girls...” you teased, “I figured... for old time sake..." you loved giving him a hard time.

"That's not..." he started to protest before his eyes snapped open. Andy looked you up-and-down, old memories of that championship night rushing back to him.

You bit your bottom lip waiting when Andy’s eyes went wide finally understanding, his Adam's apple bobbed as he slowly looked down at your lap.

Andy's large hands ran back up the length of your folded legs, taking a deep rumbling breath before his fingers trailed under your jersey to find you bare and so ready for him.

"Christ… that’s my good fucking girl" Andy's deep timbre was sinful. You chirped when he crashed his lips to yours, wrapping an arm around your waist and shifting your body as you worked his sweatpants and underwear down enough to free his cock.

You didn't even need to stroke him -Andy was rock hard- lining himself up at your entrance and sinking into you, your pussy made a shameless squelching sound as you swallowed him raw.

"Oh, god... Andy" you whimpered, eyes fluttering back as he held you there -stretching you open-while gripping your hips and pressing up firmly into your wanting hole.

You gasped, giggling blissfully when Andy rolled his hips forward, moving himself to the edge of the bench and leaning back against the wall. He let his thighs go slack before slamming up into you with purpose. You fell forward, hand catching on his chest as he fucked up relentlessly into your dripping cunt.

"Fuck, sweetheart..." Andy groaned, straining to keep his eyes open so he could watch your pretty face, "I... hate that fucking sorority house... if I knew it was in that neighborhood... I... fuck..." he grunted as you bounced on his hard cock, feral with want.

"Just shut up and make me cum... Barber" you goaded and then chirped when Andy lifted you from his lap with a growl, still connected as he stood, slamming you against the wall with a thud.

"Want me to fuck this needy little cunt?" Andy snarled, "been fucking you for the last 24 hours and it's still not enough?"

All you could do was whine as his cock pistoned into you, dragging over your sweet spots as he gripped bruises into the back of your thighs.

"Not gonna last much longer, sweetheart" he grunted, "gonna fill this little pussy so full... you're gonna be dripping with me while you watch me scoring like old times" Andy panted, his matted hair pressed to your glistening crown.

You cried out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as a final steely thrust punched the air from your lungs. Andy groaned your name when hot ropes of his spend spilled into you.

"Fuck... I love you..." Andy's voice was so low and gravely it had you gasping and clenching around him as you met your end.

You clawed at his sweatshirt, milking his cock dry when your bliss washed over you in waves, flooding every inch of your senses. Your toes curling in your boots painfully when your muscles went rigid before going pliant against him. You whimpered, sagging into Andy's chest as he held you.

Andy pulled away, searching your expression as he tried to read what you were thinking, you stared at him for a long moment, your eyes prickling with all those years of heartache.

Andy's chest felt impossibly tight. His eyebrows knit together in a frown as he tried to make sense of the whirlwind that was the last 24 hours. Why did he have to let that slip? So soon. Too soon.

"Andy... I..." your words were coming out shaky when the door to his office swung open.

"Hey... Coach B" Cappy said from behind Andy's broad shoulders. Steve's voice was cut off when he saw his coach, still pinning you to the wall as you squeaked, hiding your burning face in Andy's chest.

"Oh, shit... s-sorry, Coach... we... uh... we're starting in 5... but we can play without you... you're... busy" you could hear the smirk in Steve's voice as he slipped out of the office.

"You didn't lock the door?" Andy teased, carefully unwinding your legs and dropping you to your feet while you whined. Andy tucked himself back in his sweatpants with your face still pressed, completely mortified, into his hoodie.

"Hey... sweetheart. It's gonna be OK..." Andy voice was soft and reassuring, moving back towards the bench to sit down.

"You know how many times I've caught Cappy in the showers with a friend?" he shook his head, pulling you toward him.

"Oh, god" you whined, your face buried in your hands. Andy took your wrists and gave a gentle tug, pulling you even closer to him while his thick thighs caged you in.

"Sweetheart... look... I know this is all real fast... you don't have to say anything..." he started, taking your hands in his when you finally opened your eyes, blinking owlishly at him.

"No... it's not that..." you started.

"Cappy didn't see anything... and fuck those sorority girls... I've tried everything to discourage them..." he continued.

"Really?" you frowned, "I thought you liked this look" you motioned to your throwback outfit.

"I fucking love this look... I just..." his exhale was heavy, "I don't wanna scare you away... cause I'm fine with taking this slow... however slow you want...and..."

"Andy, I don't want..." a loud knock made you jump, catching your words at the back of your throat.

"Show time, Coach" Levs' voice came tentatively from the other side of the door, but this time it stayed closed.

Andy looked back at you, his expression pained before you ducked down, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss.

"I don't want to take this slow, Andy... and... I love you too" you murmured against his lips as tears welled in your eyes, blinking them back, you giggled when Andy jumped from the bench, wrapping you in his arms and lifting you clear off the floor.

"Oh, thank fuck..." he sighed with relief, "I mean... fuck... I was so scared I said too much... I love you so much, y/n" he was blinking back his own tears when he set you down, framing your face and capturing your lips in a slow deliberate kiss.

"Um... Coach?" Ari cleared his voice, tapping from the other side of the door again.

"Better get out there, Coach B" you smiled.

"Right... let's go" his smile made your heart ache as he reached for your hand, "oh... wait... aren't you..." Andy hesitated for a moment, "gonna get cold" his cheeks flushed pink knowing you didn't have any panties on.

"Are you blushing, Andy Barber?" you teased, "weren't you just talking about filling me up so full that I'd be drippin' with you all game?"

A growl rumbled low in Andy's chest when he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your crown.

"Come on... I can show you the women's faculty bathroom on the way out" he said, taking his stick from behind his door as you grabbed your bag.

You couldn't possibly make eye contact with his players when you stepped through his doorway and into the locker room, but it didn't matter. The entire team was standing in a row outside Andy's office to high-five and congratulate their coach.

"Way to go, Coach B and Coach B’s Vixen” Steve clapped Andy on the back before Andy gave him a look and Ari shoved the other captain out of the way.

"Nice to you see you again" Ari smiled down at you, smirking when you startled at his sheer size on skates. There was a knowing twinkle in Ari's eye, but at least he wasn't giving you a hard time about not being able to keep your hands off Andy.

"Nice to see you too" you managed as Andy tucked you to his side and walked out of the locker room, the rest of the team following you out.

Andy waited for you outside the faculty bathroom, offering to walk you to the stands, but you told him you wanted to walk him to the ice. As you were pressing a kiss to his cheek a streak of pale flesh caught in your peripheral vision.

Your jaw dropped as you watched a hockey player in nothing but a pair of skates, white and green boxers and the mascot head run past you and jump onto the ice.

To the crowd’s amusement the player did a lap before dropping a few pucks and shooting at the open nets.

"What the hell... Storm?" Andy bellowed as a few alumni started snickering.

"It's not me, Coach" Storm called from behind Andy.

"Shea?" Andy barked as the team and alumni watched the officials skate after the perpetrator.

"Nope" Shea called, "fully dressed, sir."

"Barnesy?" Andy almost choked on his tongue as the ref skated over with Bucky, shoving him through the gates as Andy shook his head.

"I'm gonna have to let the president know about this, Coach Barber" the ref shook his head.

"Yeah, I get it" Andy sighed, nodding apologetically.

"He's not even naked" Cappy protested with a shrug as the alumni members and the team were ushered out on the ice for warm-ups.

"What do ya want me to do with him?" Coach Vaughan asked Andy. Andy blew out a heavy exhale, glaring at Bucky for a minute before speaking again.

"Suit up, Barnes" Andy shouted at his nearly naked player as Barnesy gave him a sheepish nod, flashing a glance into the stands before hightailing it back to the locker room.

"Damnit" Andy huffed when you were alone, "the president is gonna have my ass for this..."

"The president’s gonna have to get in line" you smirked, taking a handful of Andy's ass in your palm.

"Y/N" Andy's warning was half-hearted.

"He did it for a girl" you smiled softly up at Andy.

"What?” he smirked, narrowing his eyes at you as he remembered how observant you always were, “It doesn't matter" Andy huffed, but some of his annoyance had already bled from his tone.

"It's gonna be OK" you gave him a sympathetic smile, patting his forearm reassuringly.

"I could lose my job" Andy's brow furrowed.

"You won't..." your smile was shy, "you're the best coach the school's had in nearly 50 years"

"How do you know that?" he cocked his head, smirking down at you.

"You don't think I've been keeping' tabs on you, Barber?" you teased as he ducked down, pecking your lips.

A buzzer sounding had Andy straightening to his full height and putting his helmet on.

"Gotta go, sweetheart" he smiled as you held up your hand, fingers splayed and waiting.

Andy didn't say a word as he pressed his palm to yours, lacing your fingers together and twisting your hand up to his lips. He pressed three kisses along your knuckles for good luck before pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head. His ritual before every game all those years ago.

"Missed my good luck charm" his voice cracked with emotion, "I love you" he whispered, kissing your forehead again before putting his gloves on and joining the teams on the ice for the coin toss.

The scrimmage was over before you knew it. Watching Andy on the ice again brought back so many memories, it made your heart bloom to see him so happy and in his element.

He'd find you every so often in the stands, winking at you like no time had passed at all.

When the final buzzer sounded it was Alumni 2 - school team 1. Cappy and the boys didn't even have to give the old guys the win. Coach B was on fire- scoring both of his team's goals easily.

After the teams shook hands and the stands started to clear out, the alumni took a moment to congratulate Coach B for his great record since taking the position of head coach. Andy's players began slapping their sticks on the ice and chanting "Coach B... Coach B" but soon enough the chant morphed into "Coach B, hat trick... Coach B, hat trick..." to the confusion of the alumni.

After the players made it to the locker room and Andy pulled you back in his office to wait while he showered, you walked around his office looking at the achievement plaques on his wall. Andy joined you, toweling off his damp hair in jeans and a zip-up sweatshirt. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back into his chest as he leaned in and kissed your temple.

"Ready to go grab dinner?" he asked as you turned around in his arms.

"Yes" you sighed, pressing a kiss to his lips, "good game."

"Thank you" he smiled, his large hands running down your backside and cupping your ass. He frowned when he felt your panties through his jersey.

You smirked, rolling your eyes as you pressed your palms to his chest, pushing off playfully and catching his hand in yours, twirling on your toes and tugging him towards the door.

"If you wanna go somewhere nice I'm gonna have to change" Andy said.

"Me too" you smirked.

"Why would you change?" Andy questioned.

"I'm not exactly dressed appropriately" you bit your lip suggestively.

"I think you look great" Andy smiled, pulling you to his side as he turned to lock his office door.

"Hey... why were the players chanting hat trick" you asked, "you only scored twice... right?"

"Twice on the ice... once in my office" Andy waggled his eyebrows as you hit his chest with a groan.

"Hey... how about we get takeout instead?" Andy suggested, laughing.

"Yes!" you cheered, "from that good Chinese place on the corner of campus... are they still there?" you asked hopeful.

"They are" Andy confirmed with a warm exhale, this is all he's ever wanted.

"You remember what I used to promise you after every win?" you smiled, coyly.

"I do" Andy said, tugging you a little closer to him as you walked out the locker room doors.

"Hope you had a banana, Barber... think it's gonna be another long night" you teased, but Andy stopped dead in his tracks, as you stumbled to stay upright.

"Andy!” you squeaked, turning around with a frown.

"I want it to be a long night... and a long morning" Andy said, smiling down at you, "I want all your days and nights, y/n... move in with me?"

The hockey dividers were made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️

This is the original Coach B from my Lucky Charms: hockey AU even though someone tried to plagiarize it. Thanks for supporting original fanfic content ❤️

A/N: I don’t have any issue with sororities- it was just part of the storyline.

Picture from a Fila photoshoot.

As always, thank you for all the love and support. Please check out my archive blog where I only post new fics @drabblewithfrannybarnesfics ❤️

"i would like to be remembered as somebody who lived well, loved well, was a seeker and his paramount thing is he wants to help people. that's what i want."

REST IN PEACE, MATTHEW PERRY (1969-2023)

A Tale of Two T-Shirts (6/?)

Pairings: Collegehockeyplayer!Steve rogers x female reader (Cappy x bug)

Warnings: Cappy being a doofus, frustration, explicit language, talk of violence/threats of violence (female towards male) but no violence actually occurs, banter- lots of banter, idiots in like, slight manipulative behavior (must be 18+)

Work Count: ~2.2K

A/N: not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Cappy and bug: hockey AU

Lucky Charms: hockey AU

The intercom at your campus apartment buzzed, signally Sam was here- right on time. You walked over to your front door, buzzing him in before returning to your bathroom, toothbrush still in your mouth.

After getting a late start to your day, thanks to a restless night's sleep, you had just finished brushing your teeth- putting your toothbrush away and turning off the water. Walking back down the hall, you heard Sam knock at the front door before a loud thud and string of curses followed.

When you unlocked the door, pulling it open, you couldn’t help but laugh. There Sam was stuffing shirts back into an oversized box in a hurry.

"Hey, Sam" you greeted, forcing a smile even though your nerves were a little fried.

"Hey, y/n... I'm uh... sorry" he flashed you a nervous smile from where he knelt on the floor.

"About this or about Captain Meatball?" you teased, bending down to grab the last few tshirts before tossing then into the box.

"Thanks" he looked up at you, "so where do you want these? I still got a couple more boxes in my car… do you need them all now?”

"Oh... come on in" you said, standing and stepping out of his way while holding the door open, "the table is fine" you said, ushering him into your small two bedroom apartment, “and I can ask my roommate to help when you leave- we’ll come out and each grab a box…”

"OK” Sam nodded and then his face fell serious, “so....um... about the shirts..." he started, placing the box on the table and avoiding eye contact.

"Sam... I swear to god... I'm going to strangle him..." you grumbled, grabbing a tshirt from the pile and holding it up for inspection.

It didn't look any different, the pretty impressive Pucks for Paws design Cappy had sketched with several dogs and cats was on the front- just as you submitted. You turned the shirt over finding a crisp number 17 with Storm scrawled across the top. The bottom of the shirt had the information for the adoption drive- same design you had submitted to the printing shop.

"I don't get it?" you asked, looking up at Sam, "it's the same..." you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Not all of them" Sam grimaced. You could tell he was uncomfortable- waiting for the other shoe to drop.

"Sam... I don't have time for this..." you huffed, grabbing a handful of shirts and turning them over, "will you just tell me what that asshat did?"

"He changed the quantity of shirts ordered per jersey number... got rid of all the number 7's" Sam blew out a heavy exhale, shaking his head as he shrugged his backpack off and unzipped it.

"What?" you squeaked, "why would he do that?" your voice had gone all shrill, "he knows his jersey is a best seller, right?" you were starting to panic as you riffled through the shirts, "he has to know..."

Sure enough, out of the hundreds of shirts ordered, not one was a number 7. All his other teammates were accounted for- including the underclassman.

“Well… they’ve gotta be in the other boxes” you rationalized.

Sam just shook his head apologetically without saying a word.

"He did have one number 7 made..." Sam offered, pulling the shirt from the bag and handing it to you.

"How is one shirt going to help?" you were fuming as you took it from Sam, "are we auctioning it off to the highest bidder? He's such a narcissist..." you rolled your eyes with a snarl.

"Well... it's not for sale" Sam said, "it's... uh... for you..."

"For me?" you scowled in confusion, trying to make sense of all of this until your phone vibrated to life in your back pocket. You continued grumbling under-your-breath as you fished it out of your pants, scoffing before you answered it.

"You better have a good explanation for this, Steven" you growled, holding the video call up so he could see the box of shirts, "why would you pull all your shirts from printing when you know everyone's gonna want your number?"

Cappy smirked at the use of his full name- he had never heard you call him Steven before now.

Sam busied himself by digging around in his backpack again.

"Bug... did Wilson give you the other shirt?" Cappy asked.

"What other shirt?" you huffed, looking up at Sam as he presented you with another folded shirt.

You took a deep breath before snatching it from Sam's outstretched hand, scowling at him as he backed away slowly with his hands in the air. You knew it wasn't Sam's doing, but you really felt like shooting the messenger right about now.

"What is this, Cap?" your tone was a little more whiny then you were going for, but you were frustrated and tired, just wanting this to go off without a hitch.

"Read it" Cappy instructed, smirking.

"What?" you snapped, not understanding how any of this was even remotely funny.

"Have any plans tonight, bug?" he asked so nonchalantly it made another wave of fury course through your veins.

You didn't even answer him, just shot him a glare that should have melted your phone screen.

"There's a thing at the barn, my house... tonight before the game tomorrow..." Cappy continued as you ignored him, propping your phone against the box and holding up the shirt.

You let out a dry huff that almost resembled a laugh. OK... this wasn't half bad- but how exactly was this shirt going to help the adoption drive?

"Team Cappy" you read, the screen printed words were crossed out and underneath it in bold text read "Team literally anyone else" holding the shirt up as you smirked.

It was silent for a moment before you spoke again. Steve looked nervous on the other end of the call.

"I don't hate it... but I'm still not following your game plan, Cap" you scowled down at his pretty face on your phone screen.

"Turn it over..." Cappy said, flashing you his boyish grin that made you want to slug him.

"Resistant to Meatball Charms" you snorted a laugh, reading off the text on the back of the shirt. The bottom of the shirt was, thankfully, the same as the others with the info for the adoption drive. You blew out a frustrated exhale, annoyed that this was working- yet again.

"Why don't you try it on... I'll watch... I mean wait" he winked.

"Steve..." you whined, "this isn't a game... those animals are depending on this... on me... I can't let them down."

"Bug... you won't" he insisted as a hiccuped escaped your lips, eyes prickling with tears.

"Shit..." Steve's voice cracked, "are you crying?"

"No" you frowned, but a few more angry tears fell as you tried to sniffle them back.

"Bug… baby... I'm sorry!" Steve sounded genuinely concerned, "shit... I swear I was just trying to be sweet..."

"By messing with the order?" your voice was watery as you scoffed.

"No!" his voice was determined, but you were so frustrated and didn't want him to see you cry- opting to end the call instead.

"Stupid, stupid, pretty... stupid... dumb boy" you huffed, marching into the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. But you nearly ran into Sam who had escaped to the kitchen to give your heated conversation some privacy.

"Sorry, Sam" you sniffled, walking to the cabinet to take a glass and fill it from the faucet.

Sam stood motionless, not really sure what he should do or say. He had a feeling Cappy's bonehead plan would backfire.

"He's just so stupid... ya know?" you sighed, after taking a sip of your water. You wiped away a stray tear with the back of your hand, eye lashes wet with your emotion.

"Tell me about it" Sam agreed with a chuckle, “there’s still time to figure this t-shirt thing out… I can…”

"Hey, y/n" your roommate called, from down the hall, "you OK?" she squeaked when she saw Sam standing next to you, her eyes going wide as she looked down at her bright pink pjs with cupcakes all over them and matching fluffy slippers.

"Yeah... I'm fine... just stupid Captain Meatball" you huffed as your roommate's gaze flicked back to Sam.

"Not Captain Meatball" Sam thumbed his chest in clarification, "I'm Sam" he gave your roommate a soft smile, "hi, there, cupcake" Sam's timbre was molasses on a hot summer day as he offered his outstretched hand to your roommate.

Your roommate froze, looking down at his hand without saying a word before turning in her fluffy slippers and practically scampering back to her room.

"What the hell was that?" you eyed him up.

"That..." Sam smirked, "was cute lunch lady" he said, craning his neck to look down the hall towards your roommate's bedroom.

"Her name's your roommate's name" you corrected, "and she's single, ya know..." taking another sip of water as you leaned against the counter.

"That so?" Sam smirked, "she works in the caf…and she doesn't charge me extra for my breakfast burritos... I always ask for double the filling after morning practice and she never charges me..."

"How romantic" you teased, pushing off the counter and walking back out to the table where the box of shirts sat.

"An' she always gives me more sweet potato breakfast tots then the other guys..." Sam continued, smiling from ear-to-ear.

"Definitely a story for the grandkids..." you continued teasing when a knock sounded at your apartment door.

"Can I get her number?" Sam asked, his gaze following you to the door.

"No way!" you snorted with a laugh, "you want her number you gotta ask her... and don't call her cute lunch lady when you do it..." you said opening the front door- you smile immediately turning to a frown.

You turned around without saying a word, leaving the door open when you walked back into your apartment.

"Bug... lemme explain..." Steve said, rushing in and closing the door behind him.

"And that's my cue..." Sam said, nodding at Cappy and grabbing his bag to leave. He gave you a quick wave before exiting your apartment in a hurry.

"Bug..." Cappy started again when Sam had left, walking over to stand across from you at the table, “I…”

“Screwed up my order… who knows why… and sent Sam to do your dirty work?” you huffed.

“No!” Cappy started again.

“Then why?” you raised your voice, nearly yelling, “why would you do this to me?”

“Bug… I got rid of all the number 7 jerseys because I want you to be the only one to wear my number from now on...” Cappy blurted as his cheeks flushed pink, “I thought I was bein’ sweet... a grand gesture or something... but I think I just fucked it all up” he harrumphed, squirming on the spot.

It was the first time you've ever seen him anything but cool, collected and cocky- noting the sweat beading at his forehead.

Your chest tightened and your stomach did a flip. He did this for you?

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath and forced your face to remain stoic. In your stubbornness, you refused to give away any emotion as you pursed your lips together.

"I had my number made on one shirt..." he continued, "just for you... if you want... or if you're still unsure... you can wear the other one... they both have all the Pucks for Paws information on the back" he exhaled, sinking into a chair before he grabbed his water bottle from his backpack and chugged it.

"Did you run here?" you asked, pulling out a chair and sitting opposite him.

"Yes" he grunted, finishing off his water. Cappy sat silent, watching you and waiting for any indication as to how you were feeling- if you were planning on strangling him or if the next step in his plan was working.

You sat quietly glaring at him, arms crossed as you chewed your bottom lip in contemplation.

"Well, actually... I lied..." he added, unzipping his bag and pulling out a small bundle of fabric, "I did have this one made for Mary" he held up a tiny shirt with the Pucks for Paws design and you couldn't help but swoon when he flipped it over to reveal his name and number 7 on the back of the baby sized shirt.

"Damnit" you frowned at him, your arms still tightly crossed at your chest, "you're such an ass."

"So you're going for option 2 then?" he smirked, "you know you won't match Mary if you do..." he goaded, leaning back in his chair with a soft smile.

"I'm going to kill you if this doesn't work" you huffed, fighting the tug at the corner of your mouth as you pictured you and Mary wearing matching Rogers jerseys.

"I figured" Steve smiled, laughing when you balled your shirt up, throwing it in his stupid pretty face.

The hockey divider was made by the lovely and talented @firefly-graphics ❤️

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      𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘; 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚊𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟷𝟸𝚝𝚑

  ✧ summary ─ bucky has finally found a family that he deserved so much, and he is not letting it go any time soon. 

  ✧ pairing ─ tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

  ✧ warnings ─ softness, fluff, so much fluff, kissing, pet names, veery light angst, found family <3, happy ending, alpine and amber are the cutest, bucky deserves everything, FLUFF, oh bucky being the asshole that he is btw lol

  ✧ a/n ─ ‘TIS THE FINAL PART. i can’t believe this is the last part *cries ugly*. thank you all so much for being here with me on his journey. thank you for cheering, getting horny and angry with me while this series updated throughout the months. thank you all so much for your nice comments and asks about this series. i really hope you like the ending and that i did justice to bucky. thank you <3

series masterlist ─ previous part

It was almost a month later when Bucky told you that he wanted to take you to Louisiana. You were there when Sam told him to bring you around for the cookout, but you didn’t expect Bucky to take him up on that offer this quickly. You knew that he was protective over this little family you have created together, that he wasn’t ready to share it with the world yet, so it came as a surprise when he told you about it post-coital, laying in the bed all naked.

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