Irish You Were Here

I unlocked the front door as quiet as I could; knowing there may or may not be a sleeping man-child somewhere in my house. I shut the door as I heard tiny nails on hardwood, followed by a small rodent sneeze.

“What are you doing up?” I whispered to the whiskered face. She just hopped over happily and sat at my feet. As soon as I set my bags down and picked her up, she started licking my face like only a rabbit can, happy to see me. “C’mon, Clover, time for bed.” I whispered.

I followed the sounds of info-mercials around the corner of the foyer to the living room. I smiled at the sight.

Arguably the best bromance in the NHL was asleep in my living room. The TV was on, quietly advertising some genius invention. Brendan Gallagher was hugging one of my coach pillows, burying his face in it. He took up half the couch, sprawled out on his stomach, with Winston tucked just so under his arm. The other half was occupied by Brendan’s sassy Russian-American friend, Alex Galchenyuk. He was on his back with a blanket half covering him. Ranger’s black and white body was curled in a little ball on his stomach, sleeping quietly. All four were fast asleep.

I set Clover down and was able to get a pretty decent picture. They boys had left some lamps on, so there was enough light to clearly see both men and puppies. I laughed. I decided to wake Chucky first. I made my way over to him and shook his shoulder.

“Hey Chucky, get up.” I said. Ranger popped her head up and wagged her tail. I gave her a scratch on the head.

“C’mon Chuck.” I said louder when he didn’t respond. One confused eye finally opened, followed by the other. “Are you staying here tonight?”

He looked confused for a minute before replying. “Y-yea. If that’s alright.” I rolled my eyes. Of course it was. He sat up, depositing the now fully-awake Ranger onto the couch next to him. I moved on to Gally.

“Brendan, hey.” I said into his ear. He didn’t take as long to wake up.

“Hey.” He murmured, and my stomach flipped at his gravelly sleep-voice. What? He’s incredibly attractive, sorry. You can’t be friends with a guy like Brendan Gallagher for a few years without noticing how fucking good-looking the guy is. I forgot these thoughts as he sat up too.

“Were you planning on sleeping on the couch?” I asked.

“No.” Brendan replied incredulously, still sleepy, at the same time that Alex said, “I’m planning on it.” I laughed at the two of them.
“Well go to bed, then.” I said to Gally. He had his own room that I had designed/decorated to be a steampunky sorta office, but I quickly got turned into a crash pad for the boys. Mostly Bren.

He stood up and gave me a hug on his way. “Good to have you back.” He said simply. I still smiled and blushed. Did I mention he was shirtless?

I melted into his chest. It had been quite a while since I’d seen my best friend. The season would start soon, and I knew that would only make it harder for us to hang out. The hug ended way too soon, and I watched him as he made his way to his room, which Chucky did not fail to notice. The sound of his door closing freed me from my thoughts, and I turned them to the Russian.

I retrieved another blanket and pillow from the closet for Alex. As I made my way back, he commented on my accent.

“Your accent’s a lot more Irish.” He said with a grin.

“Yea, a few days of non-stop Ireland will do that. I hope it’ll go away soon.” I knew the guys would probably give me hell about it.

“Да, это нуждается в более России.” (Yea, it needs more Russian) He replied good-naturedly.

“Я уверен, что вы и ваша сестра будет следить за этим.” (I am sure that you and your sister will see to that)

He pulled me in for a hug, and I smiled at the Russian sweetheart. “She missed you. All the boys did, especially Gally.” He said suggestively. Always trying to set us up. “I mean, I couldn’t care less that you left.” The sass was back, and I laughed and hit him on the arm. “Go back to sleep loser.” I replied. He buried himself in my couch, with Winston and Ranger nosing their way under the blanket. Normally I would put them in their pen for the night, but they looked too adorable with the Russian, and I was too tired.

“Night Chuck.” I said and I went to retrieve my backpack, turning lights off as I went. I heard a mumbled reply and a ‘thanks’ as well. I hunted my rabbit down, grabbed a few blueberries for her, and carried her up the stairs to my studio. Well, studio/rabbit room. I set her down in the middle of the room, letting her choose her bed for the night, and left her munching on the berries.

I tossed my backpack on the floor and dug my phone out. I had some notifications, but I plugged it in before launching myself into bed. I managed to kick off my leggings before falling hard into sleep.

Notes

Ugh i don't like these first few chapters but i hope you guys do. imma try my best to make the others better

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