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[huuuuughes]

Swaymas - Chapter 1

Summary: It's Christmastime and you've had one of the worst years of your life. Your fiance left you out of nowhere, and now the parents you spent years avoiding suddenly wanted to contact you again. They thought you were still engaged and about to be married, and there was no way you could tell them the truth. Enter Jeremy Swayman, and the fact that there are Christmas miracles hiding around every corner.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: none, mostly fluff

A/N: This is the first part of a 12 part series im calling swaymas :) after a few parts ill set up a masterlist with a summary and all of the chapters together. hopefully you all like it! happy holidays everyone! <3

The holidays have never been your favorite time of the year. You didn’t have any particular memories that would come up when you saw that one Christmas movie come on, or that certain smell coming out of a bakery that reminded you of your grandma’s homemade cookie recipe that she swore she would never give anyone. Nope, you didn’t have that kind of grandma. You didn’t really have that kind of family in general. Not that your family were bad people, but they weren’t the loving fuzzy type of family either. You had grown up in a suburb of San Francisco, both of your parents were well off enough and all of your older siblings had figured out successful careers for themselves. Everyone had that thing that they were really really good at, and then there was you. You had things you were really interested in, but not things that you were good at doing per say.

Sometimes they would forget to pick you up from your honor society meeting, or the hockey game you went to with your friends, and they wouldn’t even ask you where you had been when you finally did manage to find your way home. When you graduated college a few years after turning 18 you left home, moved to Boston, and never looked back. You weren’t even sure why you’d picked Boston in the first place. You really did love hockey, it was one of the few things you understood in life and where you felt understood back. After leaving home you didn’t reach back out to anyone just to see if they would notice and they didn’t. It stayed quiet for a really long time and you were not going to be the one to break that silence. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for your family, but you weren’t going to put your heart on the line for people who wouldn’t do the same for you. 

After applying for job after job when you arrived in the city, you finally landed an internship with the Boston Bruins as an intern writer for their website and social media content. You wrote articles, blogs, and any social media posts having to do with the team as well as practice press releases. When your internship had finished at the end of the twelve weeks, they decided to keep you on as full time staff eventually working your way up to rink-side reporting. You knew how lucky you were to be in the position that you were, and fought every day to stay where you were at. You were grateful for your job and the places you were able to go because of it. 

But the holidays didn’t make it any less lonely when you didn’t have any family to spend it with. You had stopped going home for the holidays after the first year. The first year had been a disaster, and you had just decided it was better to not disrupt anyone else’s lives with your presence (even though you really weren’t the problem at all). You had thought that this year was going to be a little different, things had been going so well for a while. The Bruins had such a good run the previous season, and your boyfriend Brian had even proposed right after the end of playoffs. Saying yes to a question had never been so easy before. 

Brian was the kind of guy that you could always depend on. He was the safe choice, you thought. He wouldn’t hurt you, or at least he had never given you any indication that he was going to. You were living together, you had a dog together, and all of the things a couple who was planning on being together forever had. You had a lot of plans in the future that had him in them, and it was hard to imagine him without him in them. Except like most things in life, other people didn’t exactly give you a choice in the matter. 

Right before the regular season had started, Brian had decided that there were better opprtunities elsewhere. He packed up everything he thought was his, took the dog, and left. The Bruins were on a road trip, he had stopped answering your messages while you were away, left a note on the counter saying that he was “sorry” and he “just couldn’t do it anymore”. The apartment was half empty. The memories you shared together were gone, the happy place that it had once been was no longer. You had spilled your heart out to him, he knew everything about you and you thought you knew everything about him. Your family wasn’t coming to support you, all you had was Boston. So you did what life had taught you to do, you threw him in the trash. Looking back at it, and thinking honestly about the way he had treated you, you realized you had been treated like absolute garbage. He was never there for you in the ways that you needed, like you were just some kind of stepping stone for something better. You were the after thought of everything else, and were never first place in his mind. Just like every one else you knew. He wasn't going to drop everything for you, he was going to drop everything and leave.

Except your wedding dress is still hung in your closet. Staring at you like you were some kind of x-ray. It haunted you as it hung there, a constant reminder that you were a failure somehow. You would have your best friend come and get it, have it donated to someone who really needed it. That person wasn’t you anymore. The one person you thought you could count on had left you without a second thought. You had planned a quick city hall wedding, with a few friends in attendance and a small dinner and reception at your favorite restaurant afterwards. You had even sent an invitation to each of your families, just to see if either of them would bother showing up. His parents had said no, but yours had said nothing at all which could mean anything. You couldn’t possibly bear the thought of having to tell them that your fiance had left you and he had never even met them. They had thought low of you before, and now it was going to be even worse. 

Panic had set in, and had remained your primary emotion ever since. You couldn’t help but somehow trick yourself into thinking that your negative energy had somehow sunk into the Bruins season so far. They did not have one of the best starts so far, and we're pretty much average in the middle of the league, which for them was very out of character, considering they had just re-signed Jeremy Swayman to one of the biggest contracts an NHL goalie had ever signed. He was a sweetheart to you, every conversation with him you’d had with him had always been a nice one. You had frequent interactions with the players, being the one who had to report on them all the time. 

Today was a bit of an off day for everyone. It was an optional practice for the boys, but almost everyone showed up anyway. They always said it was optional, but unless you were a guy with a family and small children at home, you were dragging your sorry ass to the rink to get extra practice time in because the Bruins needed to start bringing in some wins. Otherwise everyone would be doing suicide sprints until everyone was seeing spots and that wasn’t fun for anyone involved, including those who had to watch the unfortunate event. Luckily your best friend also worked for the team, she was one of the assistant equipment managers now. 

Now you were on a break, sitting in your corner of the practice arena that was quiet. No one noticed your chairs tucked behind the boards with your laptops. You got to watch the guys up close and get the content you wanted without being bothered by anyone and people trying to make weird pitiful small talk you didn’t want to engage in. Those who did know about Brian leaving you had that sad look in their eyes that said they felt sorry for you, and those who didn’t know you really didn’t have the energy to explain it to them. It was a losing battle but you were taking it day by day. The two of you also liked this corner of the practice rink because it was goalie practice corner, and you liked goalies. 

Anyone who was anyone knew who Jeremy Swayman was. You had written a dozen different things on him for the team, and he was always a good sport about it. A lot of players were more private when it came to the media which was understandable and you respected that, so you tended to lean heavily on the players who were more willing. He loved to go to the outings with the local kids and the weekend events that the guys with kids often couldn’t do. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, the way he moved was almost like magic sometimes. Honestly you thought goalies had to be a little crazy, they were the only ones on the team that volunteered to have pucks shot at them going at super high speeds. 

You were so entranced by his movements you almost didn’t notice that your best friend Emily had taken her seat next to you, nearly knocking yourself out of your seat when you jumped after you noticed.

“Girl are you good?” She asked, handing you a cup of coffee while also taking a sip of hers. 

“Yeah of course I am, why?” You didn’t take your eyes off the goalie.

“Hello? Earth to Y/N?” She waved her hand in front of your face.

“I’m trying to watch practice! I do write content on the team, you know, that is my job.”

“You aren’t watching the team, and you don’t even have a word document open. You’re watching Swayman.”

“You know what, I came out here to have a good time and I am honestly feeling so attacked right now!” 

“I know you’re still sad about Brian. Are you going to be alone for the holidays? Are you sure you don’t want to call your parents and tell them what happened?”

“And tell my parents who I haven't seen or spoken to in years that my fiance, who they never even met by the way, left me via a note right before the holidays and now I’m completely and utterly alone? Admitting defeat and embarrassment to them? ARE YOU INSANE?” You felt like you were yelling into the void.

You couldn’t imagine anything worse honestly. 

“Well I didn’t say it loud enough for the whole practice arena to hear me ma’am, so let’s calm down. You know you are more than welcome to come home with me. My parents love you and would love to have you.” 

“I don’t want to impose on you.” You’d rather be a pity party of one, thank you very much. Your eyes had returned to the ice, goalie practice in full swing. You didn’t need to be productive at work anyway, not when the sight in front of you gave you so much dopamine. 

“Don’t your parents keep trying to contact you? Do you know why?” She was right. But you knew it wasn’t about the wedding, you didn’t really want to know what it was about.

“Yeah. I don’t know why. I think I am honestly scared to know, because every time they try to get in contact with me it has nothing to do with the would-be wedding. I have a feeling that something else is going on.”

“Something bad?”

“Isn’t it always bad with my parents?” Emily laughed a little.

“Have you even gotten any work done today?” 

“In all honesty, I really did try and start writing something about the team. The entire league is a buzz right now with how many moves were made preseason, and now the insane stuff that is happening now that the season has started. 

“How about we go to the gym? I know that usually helps get your mind off things for a little while.” 

You hated to admit how much she was right but she was. At least with the punching bag at the gym you could take out your frustrations and it was socially acceptable. The players were almost done doing drills on the ice, which meant if you didn’t get to the gym in the practice arena soon it would be overrun with players and fighting (not actually fighting but waiting for equipment after huge hockey players was intimidating and never fun) over which machines to use wasn’t how you wanted to end your day. You took one last look at the ice to see no one in particular, and shut your laptop. 

Grabbing your gym bag from your office, you quickly followed Emily to the rink gym. Usually you like to warm up with some time on the treadmill, and cool down with some weights and stretching. You spotted each other, girls watching out girls and all that. The players trickled in one by one, going to their individual targeted workout areas. 

“Didn’t the two of you have a honeymoon scheduled for the holidays?” Emily asked. You really had tried to forget about that part. It was supposed to be perfect. It was a week and half at an all inclusive in Mexico, right on the water. There was even an infinity pool right outside your room and you knew the pictures online wouldn’t be able to come close to doing it justice. Now it would just have to be a dream that lived in your distant memory. 

“I’m guessing our favorite jerk-face is going to take it. He’s got me blocked so I have no way of knowing, and I’m not going to show up myself to find out. Do you know how mortifying that would be?” 

She nodded, knowing you had a fair point. Jeremy walked in, setting up camp on the treadmill next to you. You sent Emily a look. A look that said please stop talking about my fiance leaving me right before our wedding so he doesn’t feel sorry for me and tell everyone he knows about it but you had no idea if she got the hint or not. But you hadn’t seen him coming, you had no idea if he had heard any of the conversation before he walked up to you. He could know none of it or he could know all of it. Fuck. 

“You think Ohio State is going to beat Michigan this weekend? The college football rankings are literally insane.” You turned to Emily, trying to change the topic to literally anything else. You could talk about any sport with each other, and you needed something to distract yourself from the hottest person you’ve ever seen to your other side. 

“I mean they are number two right now, and Michigan isn’t even in the top 25. I think that’s a no brainer.” You knew asking was a stupid question, you needed a better topic change.

“Mind if I jump in ladies?” You heard a low voice from your right side.

“Pardon?” You blurted out. The woman was too stunned to speak. You’d spoken to this man a million times before. You spoke to the players and coaches literally every day at work, it was your job. You were a professional! Why was this man making it so you couldn’t form a coherent sentence?! At least you had managed to keep your run going, you had just started to break a sweat.

“I couldn’t help but overhear what you were talking about earlier, during practice.” 

“I’m afraid I have no idea what you’re talking about.” There was no way that he could have heard. You’ve heard players give interviews, you’ve asked them before. They have all said that they can’t hear anything happening on the other side. This man had to have supersonic hearing or something. 

“It wasn’t that hard. There wasn’t any music playing today, and you talk pretty loud.” You cursed under your breath. Your elementary school teacher wasn’t kidding when they made those “talks too much” comments on your report cards every year. 

“YOU HEARD THAT? Through the glass?” You almost tripped and fell, that would have hurt. 

“You weren’t exactly quiet. I also heard what you said just now… And I want to help.” Jeremy said with a straight face. If it was possible to break your face from blinking too many times, yours would be irreparable. 

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” You heard Emily say, you still couldn’t speak well.

“I heard you,” he paused, and lowered his voice so that only the two of you could hear, “And I know what I am about to say is going to sound like I’m crazy. I know you’ve noticed the way I’ve been playing. The entire world has noticed, trust me. You’re the one who has to write about it. I can’t seem to help my team right now, but I can help you. I’ll marry you. I’ll go meet your family and do whatever it is that needs doing. Let me do this, let me help you.” 

You heard what he was saying, but the last thing you heard was a thud, and your entire world seemed to go dark. 

Part 2 Part 3

Swaymas Masterpost

[theywantedplayer]

Jeremy Swayma

“no panties?”“Do you want my fingers?" NSFW

Morning kisses 

[huuuuughes]

Swaymas - Chapter 3

Summary: Once recovered, the two of you start to figure this thing out... whatever that may be.

Word count: 4.5K

Warnings: fluff, some angst, family drama

a/n: hope you all enjoy!!

By the time you opened your eyes again, it was still daylight. That meant one of two things, you hadn’t been asleep for very long or you had been asleep for so long that it was already the next day. Your head didn’t hurt as much anymore so that meant that you didn’t have a concussion which was even better news. The bed was cold and you were sleeping on your own pillow, quickly sitting up you realized that Jeremy was no longer in the bed or even the room. You heard the shower running from your bathroom and you could feel your heart rate calm down a little bit, so you called out for him.

“JEREMY?” 

“IN THE SHOWER LOVE, JUST A SEC!” The sentence sounded like he’d always lived with you, like you had known each other for years and this was a normal everyday occurrence. This was just part of a routine, and you were missing him in bed. A few moments later, you heard the shower water shut off, and Jeremy stepped out. You laid back down on the pillows, anxiously awaiting him coming back in. Oh god, were you going to see him without clothes? Were you ready for that? OH GOD.  Suddenly you didn’t know why your brain had not processed that information. Marrying Jeremy Swayman implied that you would be DATING Jeremy Swayman. Did he want to date you? Assuming he offered to marry you, that is what he meant. But still, you had to ask yourself the question. DATING Jeremy Swayman meant kissing and doing OTHER THINGS with Jeremy Swayman. What the fuck. 

Obviously you liked Jeremy, you were attracted to him or you wouldn’t have agreed to this insane idea at all, but why in the world were you now paNICKING?!

“Oh my god are you okay? Y/N BREATHE. Please breathe. Slowly. Please, honey, you need to get AIR.” You looked up at him, his face already having a calming effect on you. 

“Yeah I’m good I promise I was just thinking about..-oh mY GOD HI.” His face was only a few inches from yours and he was smiling. Boy, was he beautiful.

“Hi,” Another smile, “How are you feeling this morning?” He asked gently.

“A lot better. My head isn’t throbbing anymore, and my vision isn’t blurry which is nice. I can think clearly again.”

“Oh you can, can you?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes.” You sat up so that you could be even with his gaze. You could remember everything he said. You were insane to go along with it, you would definitely be called some not nice things online by anyone who found out, and there were going to be a lot of people asking a lot of questions, but you didn’t care. You were done asking questions about the universe, and decided to let a good thing happen to you, for once in your life. 

“Are you ready to talk about it? I don’t have a ton of time before I have to be at the rink, but I made sure you had today off to rest. You know the schedule, the next few away games are going to be pretty crazy before the holiday break.”

“I know. Which is why I think we need to talk about everything that comes with me before you know what you’re agreeing to.”

“Are you talking about why you didn’t tell your family about Brian?” My god how much did this man know?!

“Yes.”

Jeremy sat beside you on the bed, his hand still gently holding yours, his presence steady and unwavering. "You don’t have to tell me everything all at once, Y/N," he said, his voice low and reassuring. "But I want to understand. Why didn’t you tell them about Brian? And why have you been avoiding them for so long?"

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the question, the knot in your stomach tightening. You hadn’t really thought about why you’d kept your distance from your parents for so many years. It felt easier to avoid the conversation than to face the uncomfortable truth. But now, with Jeremy sitting beside you, looking at you with such patience and understanding, you couldn’t keep pushing it down anymore.

“I… it’s complicated,” you began, your voice shaking slightly. “It’s not that I didn’t want to be a part of their lives. I just... I was never really part of their world. They had their own expectations for me, their own dreams, and I felt like I could never live up to them. It was easier to stay away than to disappoint them. I wasn’t the version of a child they wanted.”

Jeremy’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t interrupt. He just nodded, silently urging you to keep going.

“When I left for college, I thought it was a fresh start. I was away from everything, and I thought I could finally figure out who I was, what I wanted. But then, there was Brian…” You trailed off, remembering the mess of that relationship, how it had affected you.

“They didn’t understand. They didn’t like him from the start, and honestly, I don’t even know if I liked him either. From what I told them, there weren’t really a lot of the positives. But I stayed with him because it was easier than confronting the truth. But then when I found out the way he’d been... treating me, I didn’t know how to explain it to my parents. I didn’t want them to say I told you so. I didn’t want them to think I was a failure at love, or that I couldn’t take care of myself. So, I just… kept my distance. Didn’t answer calls. Avoided the texts. And eventually, it just became easier to keep avoiding them. He helped me get the job here, with the team. I love this job and I just..I got stuck.”

Jeremy sat back a little, his expression a mix of concern and empathy. “So, you think if they met Brian, they’d just judge you? Or that they wouldn’t understand?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah. And now I don’t know why they want to see me so badly… I think they might have seen something about me online and now they want answers. And now there’s us.”

You could see the confusion flash across his face, and you couldn’t blame him. This whole situation felt like a whirlwind, a storm that had come out of nowhere.

“Why now, though? After all this time?” Jeremy asked. "Why reach out now?"

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t know. They’ve been pushing to reconnect with me for months, but I’ve always put them off. They’ve sent me cards, tried calling, even wrote me letters. But I couldn’t bring myself to talk to them, let alone meet with them. It felt like too much, you know? I was scared of what they’d think of me, of the choices I’ve made, and I didn’t know how to explain any of it. There is something they want now and they really want me to know what it is.”

Jeremy was quiet for a long moment, clearly taking it all in. “And how do you feel about that? About seeing them again?” he asked gently, his thumb still brushing across your hand.

“I’m terrified,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “Part of me wants to run the other way, and another part of me feels like I owe it to myself—and to you—to try. To not hide anymore. But it’s going to be awkward. They’ll have questions. And I know I’ll have to explain why I’ve been avoiding them for years, and I don’t know if they’ll ever really understand.”

Jeremy gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, it’s okay. We don’t have to figure it all out right now. You don’t have to go back and fix everything overnight. But we do have time. And when you're ready to see them, I’ll be there with you. I’m in this with you, remember?”

His words settled in your chest like a balm to your frayed nerves. You took a deep breath, feeling a bit of the pressure ease off. “Thanks, Jer. That means more than you know.”

“Of course.” His voice was steady, warm, like it had always been. “Just let me know when you’re ready, and I’ll be there. I’m not going anywhere.”

You smiled, feeling a bit lighter than you had before. The thought of seeing your parents, of facing that part of your life you had pushed away for so long, was still daunting. But with Jeremy by your side, maybe it didn’t seem so impossible after all. The last two days of your life seemed like a blur, and the fact that Christmas was coming up in just a few weeks seemed kind of insane. With the Bruins signing Jeremy to a long contract extension a few months ago, the only thing keeping you calm now was the fact that you wouldn’t suddenly be traded somewhere else. His next question is what snapped you out of your fog. 

“I have a few hours before I have to be at the rink, do you wanna go pick out rings? Pasta told me about a great jeweler a couple blocks over.”

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”

“If you’re going to be my wife, you’re going to have the ring that says you’re mine. I know we’re doing this a little backwards so I want the ring you have to remind you of us getting it together. And I want you to pick out mine.” This man was really going to melt your stone cold heart, one small gesture at a time. 

You blinked a few times, trying to process what he had just said. Was he serious? This felt like a dream, and you weren’t sure if you had heard him right. “Wait, what?” You asked again, just to be sure you weren’t imagining things. "Did you just… suggest we go pick out rings?"

Jeremy chuckled, a soft, easy laugh that made your heart flutter. “I did,” he said, giving you that playful, crooked smile you loved. “I know things have been a little... unexpected, but I want this to feel real. I want it to be something we do together, something we remember. So, let’s go pick out rings. Yours, mine, whatever you want.” He shrugged, a bit embarrassed, but his eyes were sparkling with genuine excitement.

You sat up a little straighter, your heart rate picking up again, but for a completely different reason now. “Are you… low-key proposing to me, right now?” You couldn’t stop the incredulous tone in your voice. You were definitely hallucinating. You thought he just wanted this to be a fake-marriage for show to help you out but no he really wanted to sell this. 

Jeremy grinned, leaning back on his palms. “Maybe I am,” he teased.

You shook your head, trying to wrap your brain around the idea. “You’ve been talking about getting married, but this feels more like... Like, you’re actually proposing. Not in a big, fancy way, but still... proposing.”

“Well, I mean, if the shoe fits,” he said with a wink. "I want us to pick out something that feels right, not some over-the-top thing you weren’t ready for. This isn’t about making a huge deal out of it. It’s about us. And us, well, we do things our way."

There it was again. That us. Your heart swelled at the thought. He was being so genuine, so thoughtful, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of how much he was putting into this. You always thought that they didn’t make guys like this anymore, and that is definitely how your mother made you feel growing up. There wasn’t someone out there for you, and if there was, you were never going to find them according to her. No grand gestures, no elaborate surprises—just the two of you, picking out rings together. It wasn’t what you expected, but it was perfect in its own way. 

“You’re seriously just going to ask me to marry you like this, huh?” you asked, your voice a little shakier now. "Like, we’re not even really engaged yet, but now we're shopping for rings?"

Jeremy shrugged again, his eyes filled with that familiar warmth. “You’re already my fiancée, whether we’ve got rings on our fingers or not. I just figured it’d be nice to get this part out of the way and make it official the way we want to. No need for all the pressure. Let’s just pick out what feels right, together.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, a mix of nerves and excitement building inside you. "Well, when you put it like that… how can I say no?"

He smiled, giving your hand another squeeze. "You don’t have to say yes, Y/N. You’re already in this with me. I just want you to have something that represents us, not some generic thing I picked out for you. I want it to be ours."

For a moment, you just sat there, the world outside your little bubble seeming distant and unimportant. Everything about this felt like it was happening so fast, but in a way, it felt completely right. You had come to terms with the fact that your life was changing rapidly, but with Jeremy by your side, you didn’t feel like you were running blindly into the unknown. You had someone who was committed to doing this together, step by step. It was as real as you wanted it to be. 

“I guess we should go then,” you said, your voice much steadier now, a hint of excitement creeping into your words. “Let’s go pick out rings and make this official. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m kind of excited.”

“Good. Did you ever think you were going to marry a hockey player?”

“Nah, I thought I was gonna bag Orlando Bloom when I was little, honestly. But I think he’s a little old for me.” You thought he was gonna burst, he started laughing so hard. 

Jeremy’s face lit up, his grin widening. “I promise you, I’ll make sure it’s an adventure.” He stood up, offering you a hand to help you out of bed. “You ready?”

You took his hand, feeling a sense of calmness in the chaos. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

As you both walked out of the room and into the world outside, a strange peace settled over you. The uncertainty of everything was still there, lurking in the background, but for the first time in a long time, you weren’t facing it alone. And with Jeremy by your side, you knew it was going to be okay. Whatever came next, you were in this together.

You sat there, still a bit in disbelief, but also strangely excited as Jeremy’s words began to sink in. It wasn’t what you had imagined—no grand proposal, no fancy dinner or fireworks. But somehow, it felt even more meaningful this way. He wasn’t asking you to marry him in front of a crowd (thank god, the other day at the gym there were already too many people staring at you), he wasn’t seeking any kind of approval from the world. It was just you and him, two people who had gotten caught up in a whirlwind that was quickly becoming something real. He was offering you his life, not in a flashy gesture, but in a way that felt honest and genuine. In as many ways as you would take it, you could get on board with that. Brian had never offered you to be part of his life, you were always looking at it from the outside.

“Are you really just going to walk me into a jewelry store and let me pick out a ring?” you asked with a grin, raising an eyebrow at him. "No big surprise, no elaborate speech?"

Jeremy smiled back, a bit sheepish but still so sincere. “I thought we could do this the way we want. No pressure, no grand speeches. Just us, picking out something that feels right. When you see it, you’ll know.” 

You felt a warmth spread through you at his words. "Alright, let's do it. I think it sounds... perfect."

The two of you grabbed your coats and made your way out, heading to the jeweler Jeremy had mentioned. As you walked, you couldn’t help but feel a strange mixture of nerves and excitement. Picking out rings felt like such a small but significant step in what was now a whirlwind of life-changing decisions. You hadn’t even thought about what kind of ring you would want, but as you stood there in the store, browsing through the cases, you felt oddly at peace. Jeremy stood beside you, making suggestions, teasing you about your preferences, and making you laugh in that easy way of his. It was normal. It was simple. And that was all you needed.

You picked out one that felt you, it wasn’t too big and wasn’t too small. You tried to pick out one that wasn’t too expensive, but Jeremy because as he put it he wanted to “spoil his lady” as he hadn’t gotten to before. You picked out a solid black band with silver specks, to match your silver wedding band. After you finished, you both left the store hand in hand. You had done it. To everyone except the US government, you were now married. You hoped you’d get there eventually, but the weight of the rings on your finger weighed heavily on both your heart and your mind. 

You had taken a little too long at the jewelers, so the walk home was quicker than you wanted it to be. Jeremy had packed his practice gear before he left. Clearly he had someone drop off a few bags of his things while you were gone as they were sitting outside the apartment door when you returned. Somehow there was someone who was better at multitasking than you were, and his name was Jeremy Swayman. Suddenly you were grateful you worked for the same team that he played for, at least you would get to see him most days. It felt better than it did with Brian. Brian didn’t even like to walk in together, let alone be seen with you in the workplace. 

“I see you had some things dropped off?” You raised an eyebrow at him.

“I hope that’s okay?”

“No husband, that is absolutely not okay.” He looked concerned, but then smiled when he saw you couldn’t keep a straight face when looking at him. 

“I know we hadn’t talked about where we were going to live or anything just yet and I didn’t want to make any assumptions or take you out of an environment where you were comfortable so I just had some stuff brought over in case you wanted to stay here.”

It was freezing in Boston but you were melting. 

“Maybe just for a little while. While we get used to each other. I do want to see your place though, can we do that after the road trip?”

“Of course.” 

“Are you going to tell anyone today?” You asked.

“Do you want me to? It will come out sooner or later, but we can control it. Only when you’re ready.” He took your hands in his, making sure that your eyes were looking up at him. 

“Not…yet. Not unless they figure it out themselves. I just want it to be us, in our world for a little while.” 

“Okay. I’ll text you when practice is over, when I get back I’ll help you pack for the road trip. REST. Please relax while I’m gone, for me?” You nodded, and he kissed your forehead before grabbing his gear and heading out the door.

His drive to the rink was quick. Practices before road trips usually weren’t insanely long, it was usually some film watching and a run through with some drills.As he walked into the Bruins’ locker room, he was greeted by the usual mix of loud chatter and locker slamming. The young guys on the team were having a blast, as per usual. They were definitely going to notice the little pep in his step. Today was different, he wasn’t usually the last one to walk into the locker room. Coach knew why, but if the others did, it was another story. 

"Hey, man, you look... a little more sparkly today," Charlie McAvoy called out from across the room, a teasing grin on his face. The fluorescent lights hit the specks of silver like lasers, no wonder he didn’t miss it, "Did you get something new?"

Jeremy looked down at his hand, suddenly realizing that his wedding ring was now visible. The two of you had just gotten them, of course he hadn’t remembered to take it off. His plan had been to take it off and put it on the chain he wore around his neck. His first thought had been to tie it into the laces of his skates, but the laces came untied too easily and there was no way he was taking the chance of losing his wedding ring on the first day of him owning it. He hadn’t exactly planned for it to happen this way, but as he slipped his gloves off and adjusted his gear, it became clear: the ring was now a permanent fixture on his finger.

A few other teammates noticed, and the questions started flying. He was going to have a fun time telling you everything when he got home. 

"Whoa, when did this happen?" Marchy called out, already grinning. "You actually got married and didn’t tell anyone?"

Jeremy chuckled, his cheeks flushing slightly under the sudden attention. “Yeah, it’s official now. Y/N and I picked out rings this morning.”

“THIS MORNING?!” It was almost like a chorus so many of them said it at the same time. After that the locker room fell quiet for a second, and then a chorus of teasing and congratulations filled the air.

"Man, you moved fast," Pasta teased, shaking his head in disbelief. "I thought we’d at least get an invite to the bachelor party."

Jeremy grinned, shrugging off the jokes. "I guess there can still be one if you want. We’ve been through a lot this year. This... it just felt right. And Y/N, well, she’s the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. No one else matters."

“We’ve never seen you talk to her before, we had no idea man.”

“Well she was with that Brian guy, he was a piece of work. I didn’t want to be that guy ya know? I waited. I was patient. I would see her in the arena all the time, I saw her walk in alone and sad, always at the media events by herself. She was always the most beautiful person in the room. I had my chance, and I took it.”

A few of the guys gave him knowing smiles, some of them even nodding in approval. They had seen Jeremy grow over the years, and they had watched him go through his ups and downs, just like any other player. But seeing him so sure, so happy with his decision, made them genuinely happy for him.

"You've got some guts, I'll give you that," McAvoy said with a grin. "But seriously, congrats, man. We’re happy for you."

Jeremy thanked them, his smile softening. There was something about the whole thing—the ring, the commitment, the future—that felt incredibly real now. He hadn’t expected for everyone to see it so quickly, he thought he would have time to come up with some kind of explanation to give everyone about why marriage was the jump and you and everything but honestly, they didn’t need to know all of that. They knew he was happy, and that seemed to be enough for them. Just so that he didn’t lose it though, he slid it gently off as he got ready, and onto the chain around his neck. 

As practice started and he laced up his skates, Jeremy felt the ring against his neck with every movement. It was there, solid and unyielding, just like the promises he had made to himself—and to you. The world around him seemed to slow for a moment as he realized how much had changed. Sometimes life felt impossibly slow, but then a million things could happen at once. Right now, you needed those good things. You needed to be able to focus on those good things. There was no going back now. The commitment, the life he was starting to build, was becoming more real by the second.

Back at home later that evening, you couldn’t stop thinking about how the day had gone. The ring on your finger felt heavier than you expected, not because of its weight, but because of the promise it represented. You had been so unsure about all of this—about him, about the future, about what it meant to dive headfirst into something so permanent. You realized you hadn’t even updated Emily on the situation, she had known everything that happened at the gym and that Jeremy had offered but nothing that had happened since then other than that you were okay. You sent her a quick text to let her know that you would update her on the team plane tomorrow, as you always caught up on the plane together. Not that plane seats were assigned, but everyone had their superstitions and plane seats were not to be messed with. As you stood in front of the mirror, admiring the simple elegance of your ring, you couldn’t help but smile. It felt like you hadn’t smiled like that in a long time. 

You knew that Jeremy was already out on the ice and wouldn’t see your text but you wanted to send him something anyway. You were nervous. You were scared. But there was also this warmth inside you that felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

You picked up your phone to text him. A simple message, but one that felt meaningful.

Y/N: I’m so glad I’m doing this with you. Can’t wait to see you tonight.

His response came a little while later, once he was off the ice you assumed.

Husband: I’m the lucky one. See you soon, love.

You smiled at your phone, feeling that same calm wash over you again. Whatever came next, you were ready. And with Jeremy by your side, you knew it was going to be just fine.

Part 1 Part 2

Swaymas Masterpost

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Swaymas - Chapter 6

Summary: The dreaded holidays have almost arrived, and everyone says that there is always a bit of calm before a storm...

Word count: 4.3k

Warnings: fluff mostly, sprinkled with some angst. theres some real stuff comin up so i didnt wanna make it too heavy!! however jeremy "my wIFE" swayman!!!!!!

a/n: sorry for the lack of posting the last few days. the new year has not been kind to my house, to say the least. were still truckin tho <3

One last game before the holiday. One more game before you could turn off your microphone, shut down your laptop, and put your things away for 48 hours. Or at least until you had to board a plane to Columbus, but you were trying not to think about that for a moment at least. If your life had gone the way you thought it was supposed to, you’d be married to Brian right now somewhere in the middle of the Caribbean on your honeymoon. You’d probably be by yourself, doing the things you planned because Brian didn’t actually care. Funny how life could change so quickly and look so differently than it did before. Instead you looked down at the new ring on your finger, the one given to you by Jeremy. It gave you the warm fuzzy feeling you were supposed to have when you looked at your ring. 

You had yet to contact your parents again. You didn’t really want to, you just wanted to enjoy a holiday for once and enjoy it for what it was. Being alone with your thoughts was never fun but at least it gave you time to decide that waiting until after holiday craziness would be the best way to deal with your own parents. You were in charge of your own life now, and you had tried to tell them before. They didn’t care about you for you, they cared about appearances. But now you had to focus, just one more day. 

Having to be at the rink at different times kind of sucked some days but it meant you got to come home together at the end of the night. You got to see him come in for his arrival in his holiday suit that you helped him pick out with the socks he was so excited to show off. Speaking of showing off, you hadn’t slept together since that night in Vancouver. Your brain couldn’t decide if it was because he wasn’t actually falling for you and he only slept with you because he was just really in the mood and you were there, or if he was and now he was scared or if he didn’t want to cross some kind of invisible boundary or if his head was just too in the hockey-zone or something, but he hasn't touched you like that again. Cuddling at night sure, but nothing like that. It kept that tiny little part in the back of your brain that reminded you that this whole thing wasn’t real on paper. 

Focus Y/N. You don’t need to think about that right now. 

Tonight’s game was against the Washington Capitals, and the Bruins needed a win to keep their motivation going. You didn’t need to think about that right now. You were here to do your job, to help Jeremy and the team. You could figure everything else out later. You've found yourself saying that phrase a lot lately.

Tonight was all about the game. 

As the players took the ice for warm-ups, you slipped into your usual rhythm. You caught the excitement in the air, the tension of the game that everyone could feel. The Bruins were in a good spot, but a loss tonight could throw them off course. You had a feeling they were ready for it, though—Jeremy was determined. You could see it in his eyes, his energy as he moved through his pre-game routine.

You sat at the side, typing out notes for your upcoming report, but you couldn’t help but glance over at him every now and then. There was something magnetic about him. It had always been there, but now, it felt different. You had become so used to him being around that it almost felt like he’d always been a part of your life. The routine of it was comforting, even if there were things about the relationship you weren’t sure of yet. You could become so sure because of how sure he was. It was infectious, his smile. It wasn’t perfect, but you weren’t expecting perfection. You were both figuring it out as you went. And that was okay.

You focused on the game as it began, the puck moving up and down the ice. The energy in the arena was electric, the fans on their feet, rooting for the team. Jeremy had a strong first period, keeping the Capitals from getting too comfortable. The tension in the air was palpable, but you could see the Bruins pushing, knowing how much this game meant. By the second period, the Bruins had managed to score a couple of goals, taking the lead. The team was hungry for this win, and you could tell they weren’t going to let it slip away. You couldn’t help but smile when Jeremy caught your eye from across the ice. You kept each other motivated throughout the night. His look was brief but filled with meaning, a little reassurance.

You had no idea what the future held, but at that moment, it didn’t matter. For now, you had the game, you had Jeremy, and you had something real—something that felt like it was worth fighting for. The rest of the game was a blur of plays, penalties, and cheers. In the end, the Bruins walked away with a well-earned win, the crowd roaring as they celebrated. The team skated off the ice, heading to the locker room for their post-game routine.

You stood up, feeling a strange sense of pride—pride for them, pride for the team, and maybe a little bit of pride in the fact that you were here, in this place, with Jeremy and so many of the people that you now cared about. It was hard to think that you even worked here with Brian at all. Had you ever enjoyed being here this much before? It didn’t even matter anymore, you were finally starting to believe yourself. 

You weren’t the lead reporter that night, and that was fine by you. Everything was set and ready to be published on the website and where it needed to be, which meant you were now free. At least as free as the outside stressors of the world would allow you to be. For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself just be.

In the quick time it took to get home, Jeremy was practically carrying you inside the apartment from how tired you were. The weight of the day had finally caught up with you. 

“I know we’re both exhausted, but just a few more minutes okay? Don’t open your eyes until I tell you to.” 

You sighed. You didn’t have the heart to tell him that surprises honestly made you really anxious but for him, maybe you could learn to enjoy them. 

“Just a couple of minutes,” he said, a hint of excitement in his voice. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

You raised an eyebrow, a little confused but intrigued. “A surprise? You know I’m way too tired for surprises right now, right?”

He chuckled softly. “Trust me, it’ll be worth it. Just let me do this for you, okay?”

You gave him a weary but affectionate smile, deciding to play along. “Fine, but you’re lucky I’m exhausted, or I’d totally fight you on this.”

Jeremy grinned and led you to the couch, urging you to sit down while he went to grab whatever this surprise was. Your mind was already feeling hazy from exhaustion, but you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of curiosity.

A few moments later, Jeremy returned holding a small, carefully wrapped package. He placed it gently in your hands, his eyes warm with affection. “Go ahead, open it.”

You slowly unwrapped the gift, your heart skipping a beat when you saw what was inside. It was a framed photo of the two of you, taken during the Bruins’ family skate. It wasn’t just any photo—it was a candid shot of you laughing as you tried (and failed) to skate gracefully with Jeremy by your side, his hand on your back, steadying you. The joy in both of your faces, the carefree moment captured in time, made you smile. It was a snapshot of your life now, of all the things that had changed in such a short amount of time.

“Jeremy... this is perfect,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. It wasn’t just a picture—it was a memory, a reminder of the laughter, the love, and the way everything was slowly falling into place. It was real. It was something to show off the two of you, in a space you now shared. This seemed to be very real to him. 

He smiled softly, his eyes tender as he watched you. “I thought it would be nice to have something to remind us of that moment. Of yesterday, and all of the craziness recently.”

You felt your heart swell, the gesture small but so meaningful. “It’s perfect,” you whispered again, brushing your thumb over the photo frame as if trying to soak in the memory of it.

“Good,” he said, before gently taking the photo from your hands and placing it on the coffee table, before sitting down beside you. He then turned toward you, his hand lightly resting on your shoulder, a comforting weight. “But that’s not all, okay?”

You raised an eyebrow in curiosity but also exhaustion. “Jeremy, you’re already spoiling me.”

His smile was soft as he looked at you. “Just trust me.”

He then stood up, moving around you to grab something from the other side of the room. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to keep your energy up, but Jeremy came back a moment later with a tray—on it, a steaming mug of hot tea, a small candle lit beside it, and a bowl of your favorite chocolates.

“I figured,” he began, his voice a little quieter now, “after a long day, you might need a little more care. Something to help you unwind.” He set the tray carefully in front of you. “I know you’ve been working hard, and it’s been a lot lately and now you’re in a new space, so I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

You blinked up at him, touched. His thoughtfulness, even after a full NHL game, never ceased to surprise you. “Jeremy, you didn’t have to do all of this. I’m fine.”

“I know you are,” he said gently, “but you deserve to take a break, too. It’s okay to take a moment for yourself.” He sat beside you again, his hand resting on yours. “Just let me take care of you tonight, okay?”

You smiled softly, feeling your heart settle with a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you were craving. “You really are something else.”

“Just doing what feels right,” he replied, brushing his thumb over your hand with a slowness he knew you would notice. He was looking at you in a way that said something, but you didn’t know what. You couldn’t read him like that quite yet. “Now, drink your tea and relax. I’m here. Whatever you need.”

As you sipped the warm tea and let the soft glow of the candle fill the room, you realized just how much his presence, his thoughtfulness, was all the holiday warmth you needed. It wasn’t about the big gestures or extravagant presents—it was the small things, the moments that made you feel seen, loved, and cared for. You’d never been good at accepting those types of things, you’d been doing them for yourself for so long. 

He sat next to you, massaging out the knot in your shoulder you didn’t even realize was there. Each sip of the tea warms you from the inside out and helps the tension ease from you little by little. You thought it would make you more tired, but it didn’t. You hadn’t noticed at first, but he had put on your favorite movie. How he had even found out what that was, you’d never know, but at this point you weren’t going to question his superhero methods. You guessed it was his way of performing everyday miracles, and you were going to let him. Once you were finished with your tea and chocolate, you leaned into him and let the comfortable silence settle over you. 

“Hey..psst. Where do you want to sleep? Your room or my, I mean our-” He whispered, but got confused in asking his own question. 

“What?” You replied, a little out of it.

He chuckled softly at your confusion, his fingers still gently massaging your shoulder. “I don’t think attempting to sleep on the couch together would be very comfortable. Do you want to sleep in your room, or should we just stay in mine? I know we shared on the road and I know it’s a weird question, but I was thinking... You know, we’ve kind of been living together like this, and I just want you to be comfortable. You’re tired and I’m nervous, I’m sorry.”

You blinked a few times, your brain still a little foggy from the warmth of the tea and the calm of the night. The question wasn’t something you’d expected, but now that it was asked, it felt like a good one. The thought of where to sleep, of how the two of you had settled into this strange and new routine, was suddenly much more important than you realized. Being on the road and having a routine was one thing, being at home and having one was another. 

"I mean… we’re kind of sharing the space already, right?" you said, your voice soft as you tried to gather your thoughts. "And it’s... been nice, the way things feel here. So maybe we should just stay here? Together, I mean. Not out in the living room. You’ve seen me naked Jer, I think we’ve gone there already haven’t we?"

You thought about the night you shared in Vancouver again, and how you hadn’t crossed that line since. Your brain is awake now, and on high alert. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up, and it was almost like you felt a feeling move down your spine.  

Jeremy’s hand paused on your shoulder, his fingers stiffening for just a moment before resuming their gentle rhythm. His laugh was soft, more of an exhale than anything else, but there was something charged in the air now, something unspoken. 

“Yeah, Vancouver was… different,” he said quietly, almost like he was testing the waters. 

He was the one who mentioned it by name. He called you wife and he wore the ring, but his hesitation told you that he was just as nervous as you were. He also needed reassurance.You could feel the weight of the memory creeping in. Vancouver had been unexpected—a night where boundaries blurred in the chaos of being on the road. It had been both too much and not enough, and since then, you’d both danced carefully around it, as if pretending it hadn’t happened would keep things simple. 

Except things weren’t simple anymore. Everything that had happened since you’d been back had thrown the two of you for a loop. 

“I didn’t mean to bring it up like that,” you murmured, suddenly unsure if you’d made things awkward.  

“It’s okay,” he said quickly, his voice low and steady. “I mean, it’s not like I haven’t thought about it.”  

That caught your attention. Your gaze snapped to him, finding him looking at you with an expression that was a mix of uncertainty and something else—something deeper.  

“You’ve thought about it?” you asked, your voice quieter now, almost afraid of the answer. No, you were afraid of his answer.

He shifted, his hand falling away from your shoulder as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t. But I didn’t want to push or, like, make it weird. It’s just… you’re important to me. And Vancouver—it felt important, too.”  

The room felt impossibly quiet. You could hear your own heartbeat, feel the way your hands fidgeted against your lap.  

“Jeremy…” You hesitated, unsure if you were ready to cross that line again—or if you even knew where the line was anymore. “It was important. But I don’t know what it meant. Or what it means now.”  

He nodded, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Yeah. Same here. But maybe we don’t have to figure it all out tonight?”  

There was relief in his words, and you realized it mirrored your own. He wasn’t asking for answers, just honesty.  

You managed a small smile, the tension easing just slightly. “Okay. No overthinking tonight. Just sleep.”  

“Just sleep,” he agreed, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.  

This time, when he stood and offered his hand, you took it without hesitation. “Come on,” he said softly, his voice warm and reassuring. “Our room, right?”  

“Yeah,” you said, letting him lead you toward the bedroom. “Our room.” 

The next morning, the light streaming through the curtains was soft and golden, a quiet prelude to the day ahead. The first time you and Jeremy would host a gathering together—officially, as a married couple. You enjoyed that you both celebrated different holidays, and being able to learn so many new things from him. At least hosting people gave you something to do rather than sit there and be alone with your thoughts, which was never a good idea around this time of year. 

The weight of it hit you the moment you opened your eyes. The conversation from last night lingered in your mind, threading through the dreams you couldn’t quite remember. Jeremy’s words, his honesty, had settled somewhere deep, easing some of the tension you hadn’t realized you’d been carrying. Beside you, Jeremy stirred, his arm instinctively reaching out to rest across your waist. His hand brushed against your hip, and when his eyes blinked open, they softened at the sight of you.

“Morning,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

“Morning,” you replied, smiling despite yourself.

He tilted his head, studying you for a moment. “You okay?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Just… a lot on my mind.”

“Dinner?” he guessed, his lips curving into a knowing smile. He brought you in closer to him, so that you were backed up against his chest. His bedroom had an amazing view of the Boston skyline, one that you weren’t going to get sick of any time soon. You could lay here with him for hours if you weren’t careful.

“Dinner,” you confirmed, groaning as you sat up. “And everything else. It feels like a lot, you know? Like I have to prove something tonight.”

Jeremy sat up beside you, his hand finding yours. “You don’t have to prove anything,” he said firmly. “This isn’t a test. It’s just us, sharing the holidays with people we care about. No one is going to question anything, especially if Charlie told anyone about seeing us in the hotel—” He gave your hand a small squeeze. “We’re doing this as husband and wife. That’s it.”

You looked at him, his words grounding you. “Husband and wife,” you repeated softly, letting the weight of the phrase settle over you.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice lighter now. “And if we burn the food or run out of booze, they can deal with it. This is about us.”

The day unfolded in a blur of preparations. Between cooking, cleaning, and setting the table, you and Jeremy moved seamlessly together, your usual rhythm punctuated with the occasional shared laugh or playful nudge. You had even managed to send your parents a quick text, saying you would meet them but not until returning from Columbus. You would take your control back, whether they wanted you to or not and they were not going to take your first enjoyable holiday away from you. 

By the time the doorbell rang that evening, the house felt ready—cozy and warm, the soft glow of the tree lights casting a festive charm. Jeremy shot you a grin as he opened the door, greeting the first couple with an easy laugh and a handshake.

As more guests arrived, the house filled with laughter and conversation. You floated through the gathering, keeping drinks filled and plates replenished, but the nerves still lingered beneath the surface. It wasn’t until Jeremy called for everyone’s attention that you realized how much he’d noticed.

“Alright,” he said, standing in the middle of the living room with his glass raised. “Before we get too deep into the night, I just want to say something.”

You froze, heat rushing to your cheeks.

“This is our first time hosting as a couple—officially,” he said, glancing at you with a soft smile. “And yeah, it’s a little nerve-wracking, but I’ve got to give credit where it’s due.”

He turned fully to you, his voice steady and sure. “She’s made this place feel like home. She’s part of me now—not just because she’s my wife, but because of who she is. I believe in her so much, and I hope she starts to believe in herself too. To Y/N!”

A ripple of agreement passed through the room, accompanied by warm smiles and clinking glasses. You felt the burn of unshed tears and shot him a look that was equal parts gratitude and exasperation.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you murmured when he crossed the room to stand beside you.

“Yeah, I did,” he said, his voice low. “Because it’s true.”

The rest of the evening unfolded in a swirl of warmth and joy, the kind that only comes from good company and the holiday season. Everyone filled the house with stories, laughter, and the occasional teasing remark that had everyone grinning. At first, you focused on the tasks at hand—making sure plates were full, drinks were topped off—but slowly, you began to relax, letting yourself enjoy the night as much as everyone else. Hockey didn’t make for the easiest holiday season, and not everyone was able to travel home or have their families come to them. You were happy to be the place that others were able to come to, and feel like they had a home as well. 

Jeremy was everywhere, effortlessly hosting with a mix of charm and warmth that made everyone feel welcome. He seemed to be so good at it, blending in with groups of people but then being able to cozy up in the corner with you unnoticed and make you feel comfortable. You should have known he would be right and everything would end up being fine. The world didn’t always end in disaster, at least not when he was around. 

After dinner, the group gathered in the common areas and the twinkle lights you had stolen from your apartment living room bathing the room in a low light that felt comforting to you. Someone suggested a game, and before long, the competition was in full swing. You would think that maybe a game would help them be a little more relaxed, but then again competitiveness between friends only increased when they were off the ice you had learned. Shouts of victory and exaggerated groans filled the air as Emily viciously defended her argument of the definition of the color turquoise in hues and cues. Apparently the lighting in the room needed to be adjusted for proper play.

During a quieter moment, Emily sat down beside you, nudging your arm. “You’ve outdone yourself tonight,” she said with a grin.

“Thanks,” you said, though a small part of you still wasn’t sure.

“No, really,” she pressed. “You’ve got this knack for making people feel comfortable, and tonight? You’ve made it feel like home for all of us. Who knew falling on a treadmill would get you exactly where you needed to be?”

Her words stayed with you, lingering even as the evening began to wind down and guests started trickling out. You stood beside Jeremy at the door, exchanging hugs and warm holiday wishes. With each departing guest, your nerves faded a little more, replaced by a growing sense of pride. When the last couple left, the house fell into a calm quiet. You leaned against the door, letting out a long breath.

Jeremy turned to you, his face soft with a mix of pride and affection. “You were incredible tonight,” he said, his voice warm.

You gave a small laugh, shaking your head. “We were incredible tonight.”

He stepped closer, his hands finding your waist. “Sure, we were a great team. But you made it something special. You brought everything together—you made it feel like us.”

His words hit you square in the chest, their sincerity impossible to ignore.

“Thank you,” you murmured, your voice quieter now. “For saying that. For believing in me.”

Jeremy leaned in, brushing a kiss against your forehead. “Always,” he said softly. “You’re my wife, Y/N. Believing in you? That’s just part of the deal.”

“Say that again.”

“What?”

“The second part.”

“My wife?” His mouth curved up on one side, catching on to your question.

“Mhmmm..” You leaned into his embrace, enjoying the space you had newly created. Tomorrow you’d host Jeremy’s family and that would be a whole different rollercoaster, but for now you just had this, and you wanted to enjoy it. His words carried a weight that felt steady and grounding, settling into the spaces you hadn’t realized were still raw.

For the first time in a long while, you didn’t just hear the words—you felt them. And as you stood there in the glow of the twinkle lights, arms wrapped around each other, you realized that tonight wasn’t just a successful dinner. It was proof that you were starting to believe in yourself, too.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Swaymas Masterpost

[huuuuughes]

Swaymas - Chapter 2

Summary: Please see part 1 before continuing here! Jeremy helps you out with a couple of christmas miracles.

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: talk of injury, mentions of brad marchand lololol, but mostly just fluff.

A/N: I hope this isn't awful! merry christmas and happy holidays my friends <3

“HEY! Hey, can you hear me?! EARTH TO Y/N?! Oh my god someone get the medical staff in here please? Jesus, Did she hit her head?” You heard someone say, you guessed it was Emily, but you couldn’t get your eyes to focus. In fact, the entire world was spinning. Everything was blurry and your head felt heavy, but you felt vaguely aware of what was going on around you.

“YO MARCHY! Do you have any smelling salts in your bag?” Jeremy yelled across the room. For the love of god if this man put smelling salts in front of your face you would punch him. 

“Who do you think I am? Lemme grab em!” Under no circumstances would you let Brad Marchand give you smelling salts. Emily wouldn’t let that happen, you knew she wouldn’t. Of course you would fall and hit your head on a treadmill in a gym full of hockey players drawing all of the attention in the room, the opposite of what you had wanted to do in the first place. The universe was out there laughing at you somewhere, you just knew it. 

“BRAD MARCHAND DO NOT TAKE ANOTHER STEP WITH THOSE SALTS.” Emily screamed. Now that is what brought you back to life. You were finally able to command your brain to get your eyes to open, but only slightly as bright lights were now the enemy. Your head seemed to be throbbing, and the events that led to you being on the floor with your head in Jeremy Swayman’s lap were slowly coming back to you.

“Theeeere she is. Do you know where you are?” He asked in a soft voice. You suddenly became very aware of a large crowd of people looking at you. Emily saw your panic, instructing anyone who wasn’t medical staff to go back to what they were doing. 

“Uhh.. the gym..?” You said slowly. Attempting to sit up was a bad idea. 

“Do you know what day it is?” 

“Tuesday?” 

“Do you remember what you were doing before you fell?”

“I was on the treadmill warming up I think?”

“And do you know who you are?” 

“Y/N.” 

“Alrighty, I don’t think you have a concussion. But you did bump your head pretty hard, so our medical staff is just gonna check you out really quick and then I’ll give you a ride home and we can talk okay?” Jeremy told you. 

“Oo-okay.. What about my car? Don’t you still have more practice and meetings?” You asked, you knew you had driven yourself to work that day but that was it.

“Emily and Pasta are gonna take care of it, no need to worry. Don’t worry about the rest of it either.” Your head hurt too bad for you to even try worrying about it like you normally would. It was like your head was pulsing with every breath you took, but the moment the ice pack the medical staff gave you hit your forehead it was like a huge relief. It wasn’t the cure all, but it was doing more than anything else at the moment. They told you everything about looking out for symptoms of a concussion and to take it easy for a few days, before releasing you into the care of none other than Jeremy Swayman. Who, before a few hours ago, had not spoken to you outside of interviews and team events. This was not what you were expecting when you had gotten out of bed that morning. 

He grabbed your stuff and his, slung the bags over his shoulder, and carried you out to his car like you were nothing more than a paper weight. It felt kind of nice, being taken care of again. You questioned at first how he was so strong, but you knew better than to ask about hockey players' super strength by now. Brian had never picked you up or done anything like that, like touching was something you had to beg him to do. Not even anything intimate, just getting a hug. You were also starting to realize the reality of what had caused you to hit your head and fall in the first place.

Jeremy Swayman had offered to marry you. 

You could not wait to hear him elaborate on why. The world was still spinning a little bit as he buckled you into the car, and you whimpered as his wonderful smell was taken away from you when he had to close the car door and get in the driver’s seat.

“You okay? Anything wrong?” He asked when he looked over and saw how sad you must have looked and was almost overly concerned.

“Smell goooood.” You said, reaching out for him. He laughed, realizing what you meant. You were a needy person when you were sick or hurt, you just wanted to cuddle and sleep and your brain didn’t seem to recognize that you barely knew him. He just felt warm and safe, which was all that mattered at the moment. 

“Is your address programmed in your phone? I kinda just  realized I’ve never been there before…” You nodded but you didn’t know where your phone was. Jeremy did, and handed it to you. Your face unlocked it, and he opened maps where your apartment address was saved. You felt groggy and started to fall asleep. 

“Hey hey hey, don’t do that yet! I know we both want to avoid a trip to the hospital today. Just hold my hand alright?” He had one hand on the wheel, and took one of your hands in his other one. You managed to focus your eyes on him.

“Jeremy?”

“What’s up?”

“Why didn’t you just let Emily bring me home?”

“Because.”

“Because why?”

“Because I wanted to, that’s why.”

“Do you feel sorry for me or something?” You didn’t want him to marry you, fake or not, for pity. 

“No! I promise I’m going to explain. But I’m not going to do it in a moving car when I can’t take my eyes off the road and you’re half out of it. It’s my fault you even hurt yourself in the first place. God this is all my fault!” The worry on his face increased and you didn’t like it. 

Thankfully the drive to your apartment wasn’t very long. You only lived on the third floor, and there was an elevator and Jeremy didn’t have to carry you up several flights of stairs. 

“Which one are you?” 

“3B.” He opened the door, first carrying you and then the bags inside. Your place wasn’t huge but it was decent. You only had one bedroom and an office, so he found it easily. 

“I like your place. It’s very you.”

“I’m sure your place is nicer, you don’t have to stay.”

“Would you stop? I’m staying,” Clearly you weren’t getting rid of him, but you couldn’t figure out why, “Let’s get you laying down and then we can talk.” 

He asks you where all your stuff is, helps you into bed, and all but tucks you in. Once you’re settled, Jeremy walks around to the other side of the bed and lays down but on top of the covers. 

“You look tired. I know you want to sleep, I’ll be right here.”

“No, I want to talk a little first.” He sighed, he wasn’t going to get out of it now. 

“Okay fine. But we will finish AFTER you rest a little. I’m not going anywhere. Where do you want to start?”

“You have never spoken to me outside team events and interviews for work. Why now? I’m confused.”

“Did you ever notice that my personal life isn’t flashed all over the front pages? It’s personal for a reason. I’m still a guy, who doesn’t know how to talk to girls. I’ve noticed you. Then you had a big ring on your finger, and a ring means no.” You’d never heard a guy say that one before. 

“Did you know Brian?” Brian worked for the team too, they had to have crossed paths at least once. 

“In passing. He wasn’t exactly well liked around the team office, as far as I could tell.”

“As far as you could tell?”

“I was asking around.”

“Is that why you were listening today?”

Jeremy hesitated, his gaze intense as he studied you, clearly weighing how much to reveal. “Yeah,” he finally said, voice lower now. “I was paying attention. More than I probably should have.”

You blinked, trying to clear the fog in your mind. “You... noticed me?”

“Yeah, I did,” Jeremy admitted, his voice sincere. “More than you might realize. It wasn’t just about the team or the interviews either. I noticed you in a way that wasn’t about hockey. Just... you.” He shifted on the bed, sitting up a little straighter. “You’re different from most people, Y/N. You have this... way about you. I don’t know how to explain it, but it’s like you’re always in the background, but I can’t stop noticing you. It’s like you have this way of putting everyone else before yourself. I will put you first, always.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile, even though your head was still pounding. “I thought you didn’t even know I existed outside of work events,” you said softly, unsure if you were imagining the sincerity in his tone or if it was real.

“I was trying to stay professional, or at least make an attempt at it. If you ask anyone on the team, they would say I was acting like a fool who didn’t know how to use his words.” He ran a hand through his hair, looking a little sheepish. “But I couldn’t help it. I started thinking about you more and more. And then today, when... well, when you fell... I just knew I had to make sure you were okay. I couldn’t let anyone else take care of you. I didn’t trust anyone else to do it right.”

“You know my best friend was right there?”

“I know.”

You blinked at him, trying to take everything in. “So... this is why you rushed in with the whole ‘marriage proposal’ thing?”

Jeremy winced, clearly not expecting the question. He let out a small, nervous laugh. “Yeah. I know, it sounds insane, but I couldn’t stop myself. I overheard you talking about your engagement before, and then... seeing you today, hurt and scared, it made me think—what if you were stuck in something you didn’t want? What if you were too polite to get out of it, or didn’t know how? I thought, maybe if I made an offer, I could give you a way out. Not just a way to get away from whatever you were going through, but a way to feel like you had control of your life again. That you had choices.”

“I…-thank you.”

“You and I are a team now. I don’t know if you actually want to go down to the courthouse and do this for real or if you want the whole ring and down on one knee show stopping proposal or if you just want everyone to think that we’re married from the outside, but I am prepared to go along with whatever you decide. We can talk more about it later and decide the details once you’ve rested a little. How does that sound….wife?”

You felt the weight of his words settle in your chest, but it wasn’t a burden. It was more like a realization you hadn't been able to fully grasp until now. Jeremy had gone out of his way, in such an unexpected and bold way, to offer you an out. His concern for you, the sincerity in his voice, the way he made sure you felt taken care of—it was something you hadn’t realized you needed until this very moment.

"Wife, huh?" You chuckled softly, trying to lighten the heavy atmosphere, even though your mind was still reeling. "You know that’s a big step, right?"

Jeremy grinned, a little too cocky for your liking, but there was still that softness in his eyes. "I’m aware. But I’m all in. You don’t have to say yes, but I don’t want you to think you’re alone in this. If I need to put on a ring and make this official for the sake of your peace of mind, I’ll do it.”

You tried to process everything. "But why me? Why this whole thing?"

His eyes softened again, and he leaned back against the headboard, folding his arms, clearly deep in thought. "I’ve never been good at this whole... "Getting to know someone," he admitted, his voice quiet now. "But with you, it’s different. I feel this... pull. Like I’ve known you longer than just today. I can’t explain it. I guess I just wanted to give you a way out of whatever was holding you back."

Your heart was racing. You hadn’t even told him about the ordeal with your family, or why they didn’t know much about Brian. About why they had never met him, or why they were suddenly pressuring to see you for the holidays. Honestly, you were still trying to figure out that last part yourself and it did not make the situation any less nerve wracking. It was not helping the building headache you had brewing. You would tell him tomorrow, when you could fully open your eyes and look at the world again.

“ And you thought offering me a fake marriage was the best way to do that?" You raised an eyebrow, a little skeptical.

"Well," Jeremy laughed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, "I mean... maybe not the best way. But the only way I could think of." He winced, looking almost embarrassed. Men really did think full steam ahead, and no looking back. It kind of made you chuckle a little bit, you and your best friend always used to joke that goalies were a special kind of person. 

“I appreciate it, Jeremy,” you said, sitting up a little, trying to ignore the pain in your head. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t stepped in today, but this is... a lot to process."

“I get it,” he said, voice quiet but firm. “We can take things slow. No pressure. You don’t have to make a decision right now. But I just want you to know I’m here. Not just as your teammate or roommate, because I’m guessing we’ll live together if we’re gonna sell this thing, which I know sounds insane too, or if you want to call me fiance, I’m sorry I ramble when I get nervous.. I’m just saying I am not just someone offering you a ‘way out,’because I do genuinely care about you.”

There was an intensity in his gaze that made your breath catch in your throat. You had never seen this side of him before—vulnerable, open, raw. You swallowed, trying to make sense of what was happening. This was him. This was the Jeremy that the thousands of people didn’t get to know or see. 

“You barely know me, Jeremy,” you said softly, the words slipping out before you could stop them. “And you’re already offering all of this.”

Jeremy’s smile was small but unwavering. “I know, but I feel like I’m supposed to protect you, be there for you. Right place, right time, all that.” He paused for a beat. “I can’t stand the thought of you being stuck in something you don’t want. And I think... I think maybe this could be a way for both of us to figure things out.”

You thought about what your grandpa always used to tell you when you were growing up, about how when you had that feeling, usually it was right. When you know, you know, he always said. You leaned back against the pillows, your mind racing. Finally allowing yourself to relax, the tension you could feel in your entire body releasing. Focusing was taking all of the strength you had left, but he was doing that for you now and it felt nice. The idea of a fake marriage—of going along with this strange plan—didn’t feel as absurd as it should’ve. There was something about Jeremy that made you believe he was serious, that he wasn’t just trying to solve a problem out of some misplaced sense of chivalry or pity. He was offering something deeper. Something real.

“Okay,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll think about it. But I need time. I can’t make any decisions like this right now.”

Jeremy nodded, his expression softening. Somehow you had become curled into his side, so that he was unable to get up from the bed. Sleepiness was beginning to take over your body and you couldn’t fight it anymore. “Take all the time you need. But when you’re ready, we’ll figure it out. Together.”

You closed your eyes, letting his words sink in as the throbbing in your head slowly subsided. There was a weight in your chest—a weight you hadn’t realized you were carrying until now. The pressure to please, to be perfect, to meet other people’s expectations. But with Jeremy’s offer, with his quiet strength and assurance, that weight seemed to lift. Maybe this wasn’t a crazy idea after all.

“I’m really sorry about earlier,” you muttered, your voice suddenly small. “I didn’t mean to fall in front of the entire team. That was... embarrassing.”

Jeremy’s chuckle was soft, almost like he was trying to comfort you. “It’s okay. Honestly, it gave me a chance to step up and be there for you. And trust me, if you ever need me again... I’ll be the first one to run to you. That’s my job now.”

“What if you’re playing a game?”

“Okay except then, but I will always do my best. Promise.”

You tried to look at him again but sleep was almost winning. It was coming out more as a mumble, but he seemed to understand you still, hearing the anxiety hiding in your tone. "Jeremy, what happens if we do this, and it doesn’t work?"

He looked at you, his eyes calm and sure. "Then we try again. And again. And again. Or we go our separate ways. But I’m willing to take that risk with you. Whatever happens, we do it together."

His words settled in your chest like a promise, and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel alone.You nodded slowly, unable to find the right words. But somehow, you knew that with Jeremy by your side—whether as a fake husband or not—things could start to change. Maybe this wasn’t the life you’d planned, but it felt like it might just be the one you needed.

Part 1 Part 3

Swaymas Masterpost

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Starting Christmas Eve, I will be posting a 12 day, 12 part series of everyone’s favorite Boston goalie for the 12 days of Swaymas 😍 I’ve never written some thing like this or this long so if it’s awful please tell me.

I’m really excited!!!

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I shall resume posting Swaymas this week!! Sorry for the break! I was on vacation and decided to just full on enjoy it. I really really needed it. Swaymas should be finished this week. Thanks for loving it ❤️❤️

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Chapter 5 will be up today, as soon as I’m finished writing the chapter I’m working on. Work got busy today and had a little menty b but we’re gonna be fine fam 💕 thanks for enjoying it!!

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Sorry chapter 4 is late, it will be up tomorrow!! ❤️

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Okay I know I lied and said Swaymas would be finished last week but I kind of had the plague and felt like literal death. I’m finally feeling better and I have the weekend off so I should be able to start posting it again.

The next chapter will be up either tonight or tomorrow so look out for that. I’m so sorry for the delay, but I’m so glad you are enjoying it.

I also know the holidays are over so just bare with me and pretend that they’re not okay 🤣

We love Jeremy Swayman in this house!!!

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Swaymas 2024 Masterlist Masterpost

Introducing what I would like to call Swaymas 2024! Kind of like the 12 days of Christmas, except for everyones favorite Boston Bruins Goalie, Sway :) Each day will be one chapter starting 12/24/24. Wishing everyone a wonderful holiday season, and all the good vibes going into the new year no matter what you celebrate.

A/N: i just want to apologize in advance for those reading this due to the title and the time of year. i do know that sway is jewish, and tried to stay around the general theming of all holidays. i started writing this with only christmas in mind and i wanted to put that apology out there. sway in the santa hat had me feeling a little inspired, hence the picture and title. the actual holidays themselves have little to do with the plot, so they are kind of skimmed over. all in all, just wanted to offer my apologies.

Summary: It's December and somehow you've made it to the end of one of the worst years of your life. Your fiance left you out of nowhere, and now the parents you spent years avoiding suddenly wanted to contact you again. They thought you were still engaged and about to be married, and there was no way you could tell them the truth. The holidays are one of the most stressful times of the year, and the potential for everything to fall apart is high. Enter Jeremy Swayman, starting goalie for the Boston Bruins, who reminds you of the fact that there are miracles hiding around every corner.

Warnings: (not all have been mentioned as of 12/25/24 but will be by the end of posting) fluff, talk of injury, angst, family trauma, eventual anxiety, mentions of grief, smut like basically porn and those chapters will be labeled as such.

Key:

x - Smut

^ - Fluff

+ - Angst

Chapter 1 ^

Chapter 2 ^

Chapter 3 ^ +

Chapter 4 x^

Chapter 5 + ^

Chapter 6 ^

Chapter 7x^+

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

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Swaymas - Chapter 7

Summary: With the holidays finally here you can finally breathe a sigh of relief, or can you?

Word count: 5.9k

Warnings: angst, fluff, and also smut. please read at your own risk, and also pls not if youre under 18. im not responsible for what you consume!!

a/n: im finally feeling like myself again. im sorry yall, i love you <3

For the first time in 19 years, Christmas and the first night of Hanukkah were on the same day. Jeremy’s family was wonderful in coming over and teaching you everything that they could, and making you feel included. Being a professional athlete didn’t always allow him to celebrate with his family, but this year was special at least for today and you got to share it with them. You weren’t alone on a holiday for the first time in years, and that was the best gift you could have received from anyone. 

The not so friendly reminder from your parents about what you wanted to do with the inheritance that morning sat on your phone like a brick. You had already told them you would not see them until you returned from Columbus, but that didn’t seem to please them. Why did that matter? Why were there so many people so dead set on making the worst year of your life worse when it was almost over? 

Thinking about it, you made the most of what you had in front of you. Your parents would try and tell you that the marriage wasn’t on paper and that meant it wasn’t real. What you saw in front of you meant everything to you, and if you woke up one morning and it was gone… you didn’t know what you would do. At the end of the evening after you had said your goodbyes to the family, Jeremy found you sitting in his favorite chair by one of his large windows. It gave you another good view of the city, and you were a sucker for a good view under a warm blanket.

“Alright, move over sweet cheeks. You’re hogging the whole chair!”

“What did you just call me?” Jeremy grinned as he approached, his teasing tone paired with a mischievous glint in his eye. 

“You heard me, sweet cheeks. Now, scoot.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the small laugh bubbling up. “That’s the best you’ve got? Sweet cheeks? Is that referring to my face or my ass?”

“Hey, it got your attention,” he said, leaning down to nudge you playfully. “And it made you smile, so I’d say it’s a win. Also, that is for me to know and you to find out sweet cheeks.”

You grinned, but reluctantly you shifted to make room for him in the oversized chair, and he squeezed in behind you so that he could hold you rather than just put his arm around you. He was go big or go home this one, and he wasn’t gonna pass up that opportunity. The warmth of his presence, combined with the cozy blanket you’d wrapped yourself in, eased some of the tension lingering in your chest.

“Long day, huh?” Jeremy said softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your arm.

You nodded, leaning into him. “Good long, though. Your family was amazing. I loved learning all the new things today.”

“They loved you,” he said, his voice carrying that same steady assurance he always seemed to have when it came to you. “And you were great with them. They’re already talking about what to get you next year.”

You chuckled at that, the idea of his family’s easy acceptance filling you with a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d been missing. “I guess I’ll need to brush up on my family traditions, then.”

Jeremy laughed, his chest rumbling against your side. “They’ll take you as you are. Trust me.”

For a moment, you both sat in silence, the quiet of the evening settling around you like a soft cocoon. But the weight of your parents’ message still lingered in the back of your mind, tugging at the edges of your peace.

Jeremy seemed to sense it. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”

You hesitated, not wanting to dampen the moment. But this was Jeremy—damn his ability to read your face like an open book.

“My parents,” you admitted, finally. “They sent a reply this morning about the meeting. They want an answer because they want to leave town. And they made a comment about… us.”

Jeremy shifted behind you, his arms tightening slightly as if to anchor you. “What kind of comment?” he asked, his voice calm but with an edge of protectiveness that warmed you.

“We’re fake. They said it’s not real because it’s not on paper,” you muttered, bitterness creeping into your tone. “That it doesn’t count unless there’s some legal proof. Like a marriage certificate is the only thing that defines a relationship.”

Jeremy was quiet for a moment, his fingers idly brushing over yours. You knew that silence wasn’t indifference—it was him choosing his words carefully, always wanting to get it right when it came to you.

“And what do you think?” he asked finally, his voice low but steady.

“I know you offered to marry me. I know that you care for me,” you said, your voice gaining strength as the words left your mouth. 

He let out a small breath, his lips brushing the back of your head. “And?”

“And we picked out rings.” 

“We did.”

“You’re being really quiet..” You felt him shift a little bit behind you. You knew that in the back of your mind, you were trying to convince yourself that it was fake because you wanted to put up some kind of front. You wanted to put up some kind of wall, protection to keep what Brian did to you from happening again. If it was fake and it was just pretend, then one day you could wake up and you could continue to try again. If life had meant for you to do that by yourself then you would. But what if the universe was trying to tell you that you weren’t supposed to do that by yourself? Emily could have been right about that stupid treadmill. Jumping into a relationship was insane, yes. You did know that. But why did that mean it had to be a bad thing too?

“Y/N.” He kissed the top of your head, and it warmed you from the inside out.

“What?” You were afraid of his response. 

“You don’t have to put up walls anymore.”

Jeremy’s words hung in the air, soft but unshakable. You felt the truth of them seep into your chest, challenging the doubts and fears you’d carried for far too long. You wanted to argue, to explain how walls were the only thing that had kept you upright in the aftermath of everything. But as his arms tightened around you, the protest caught in your throat.

“What if I need them?” you whispered. It wasn’t a challenge, not really. It was more of a plea—one last attempt to justify the fortress you’d built around your heart.

He shifted slightly, pulling you closer somehow than you already were, until you could feel his heart beating against your back. He wanted you to feel him. “You don’t. Not with me.”

“Jeremy…”

“I’m not Brian,” he said gently, cutting off the spiral of thoughts before it could take hold. “And I know that’s a lot easier to say than to believe, but I’m here to prove it to you. As long as it takes.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, not from sadness, but from the sheer weight of his patience, his steady resolve. You’d never felt this kind of certainty from anyone before.

“But what if…” You trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

“-if it doesn’t work?” he asked, filling in the blank for you, raising an eyebrow. You nodded, your head brushing against his chest, “Do you think I haven’t noticed you trying to convince yourself this isn’t real? Or maybe it’s fake, and we’re just a cover or something? What are we trying to cover? My real feelings for you? I wasn’t lying to the team when I said I noticed you coming into the rink all the time, or when I said I noticed the day you took Brian’s ring of your hand. Y/N, why would I introduce you to my entire family if I didn’t want this to be real? Or give you a ring? Or want to sleep next to you every night? Or tell the team to give us adjoining rooms so I never have to be that far from you on the road now?”

Jeremy's words landed like a gentle but firm knock on the walls you'd so carefully constructed. Each one chipped away at the barriers, exposing cracks that let in something new and terrifyingly hopeful. His voice was steady, grounding you as he continued.

"Do you think I’d go through all of that just for show?" he asked softly, like you’d hurt him. The last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt him, "Because I wouldn’t. You know I’m not that guy. When I’m in, I’m all in. And with you, Y/N, I’m not holding anything back."

You let out a shaky breath, your mind racing to keep up with the truth in his words. He wasn’t wrong—not about the rings, or his family, or even the simple but monumental act of making sure you’d stayed connected the first time being on the road. Everything he did, every small and big gesture, pointed to something more real than you’d allowed yourself to believe.

"But what if I’m the one who messes it up? Like I did before?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. It was the fear you hadn’t voiced aloud before, the one that lived in the quiet moments when your mind wandered to all the ways things could go wrong.

Jeremy’s hand moved to tilt your chin up gently, forcing you to look at him. His eyes were steady, filled with the same unwavering confidence he carried on the ice—but this was softer, for you alone.

"Then we work through it together," he said simply. "Relationships aren’t perfect, Y/N. But I didn’t sign up for perfect. I signed up for you. And if that means we stumble, we stumble. But I’m not going to let you fall alone."

You felt the tears well up again, but this time, they weren’t from fear. They were from the realization that, maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to keep bracing yourself for the worst. Maybe this time, you could let someone catch you.

"I don’t know how to stop being scared," you admitted, the words coming out in a rush.

"You don’t have to stop being scared," Jeremy said, his voice gentle. "You just have to let me stand beside you through it. I know that’s hard to do because it’s not something you’re used to. That’s what love is, Y/N. Not perfect, not easy—just real."

“What?” 

The word love hung between you, electrifying and grounding all at once. You hadn’t said it yet, either of you, but now it was there, undeniably present. And maybe that was the point. Love wasn’t something you had to name to feel. It just was. Like maybe if neither of you acknowledged it, you could go on like it didn’t happen, but it also felt like neither of you wanted that either. It was out there as something you could reach out and touch. Neither of you moved, afraid to be the one who ruined the moment. 

"Okay," you whispered, the weight in your chest lifting just a little. "Okay."

Jeremy smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Good. Because I’m not going anywhere. Not now, not ever. Please start believing that."

Jeremy’s words settled over you, warm and grounding, but the weight of what he’d said lingered. You couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t pretend it wasn’t there. His arms stayed wrapped around you, steady and unwavering, as if he knew you needed time to process, to breathe.

But you couldn’t let it hang in the air forever. Not with him. 

“You… you meant that, didn’t you?” you asked, your voice quiet but steady, needing to hear it again, to be sure.

His lips curved into a small smile, the kind that reached his eyes and softened every sharp edge he carried. “Of course, I did,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I’ve been holding it back, waiting for the right moment but after today I realized…” He exhaled, his breath warm against your skin. “There’s no perfect moment for something like this. It's just now.”

Your chest tightened, the raw sincerity in his voice wrapping around your heart. You’d never felt so exposed and yet so safe all at once.

“Baby I…” you started, but the words caught in your throat.

“I love you,” he said, his voice steady, unwavering. “I love the way you fight for the people you care about, even when it’s messy or complicated. I love how you light up when you’re passionate about something, even if it’s just ranting about a show you’re watching. I love the way you keep going, even when life hasn’t been kind to you. And I love that you’re still here, still trying, even when you’re scared.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, unbidden and unstoppable. He loved you. He loved you. So quickly and so sure. And somehow, hearing it out loud made it feel so much more real than the moments you’d tried to push it away, to convince yourself it was something else.

You swallowed hard, your voice trembling as you whispered, “I don’t know if I’m ready to say it back. Not because I don’t feel it—because I know I do—but I’m scared.”

“I know,” Jeremy said softly, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “And that’s okay. I don’t need you to say it back right now. I just needed you to know it.”

His words broke something inside you, a dam you’d held up for too long. And before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him, burying your face in his chest as the tears came. He held you, strong and steady, as if he’d known this moment would come and had braced himself for it. His goal wasn’t to ruin a holiday, or give you sad memories. In fact, you wanted to tell him he was doing the opposite. Moments like this one were the ones you read about, and you didn’t want to ever forget it. 

“I’m trying,” you murmured against him, the words muffled but still clear.

“I know you are,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You are doing so well love. And I’ll be here, no matter how long it takes.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, his eyes filled with nothing but warmth and patience. “You could do better than me,” you said, half a laugh, half a sob.

Jeremy shook his head, his smile soft but sure. “Never. I just wish that you could see what I see.”

After a few nights of sleeping in Jeremy’s room, you had pretty much now established that it was a shared space now. Your stuff was no longer in a spare room and had migrated to your master bedroom as he now called it. And by that, you meant by the time you had woken up in the morning Jeremy had already taken it upon himself to do that because he was so confident you were going to stay put. He was stealthy, you never even knew he had gotten up. The holiday break was short lived. The day after Christmas meant practice and immediately following practice meant plane to Columbus, which meant work for the both of you. It was still dark outside when you woke up which you hated, the long hours of darkness were your least favorite part about winter. You missed the sun, and just being able to see the daylight from inside the arena from your office window. 

It was an early call time for Columbus that day so that the team could get there and begin practice there instead. You noticed two different sets of luggage in the room ready to go, one that had Jeremy’s gigantic Hockey bag and the other with your suitcase and matching briefcase with all your game day needs in it. Vaguely you could hear him getting ready, and now you were just waiting for him to come back in. He had to have heard you stir a little bit because he came back in with two mugs of tea, setting them down on his nightstand. 

“Good morning love.” He kissed the top of your head before sitting down behind you. 

“Mhmm..grrr..” You groaned into his neck as he helped you sit up. After you were more upright, you turned around, and saw him with that smile on his face. You saw those eyes he gave you, the ones that everyone else seems to see and tell you about. Now you saw them. 

“How much time do we have before we have to be at work?” You asked, hoping he would catch on. You also loved calling his games work, it made you chuckle a little sometimes. You didn’t want to let this moment pass you up, so you were taking it. You needed to take your own advice and feel the real things right in front of you.

“About an hour before we need to leave, why?” Now you completely turned around so that you were sitting and facing him. You reached forward and started to tug his shirt from the bottom in an upwards motion. As you got closer to him he had to have seen the look in your eyes too.

“Set the mug down, Swayman.” You demanded. He smirked, but listened.

Jeremy smirked, the teasing glint in his eye unmistakable as he set his mug down on the nightstand. "Yes, ma’am," he said, his voice low and amused.

You didn’t want to waste a moment, you were operating with limited time here. The second his hands were free, you closed the gap between you, your fingers brushing over the warm skin of his stomach as you pushed his shirt up. He lifted his arms obligingly, the fabric sliding up and over his head.

As soon as the shirt was off, you tossed it to the side without looking, your focus entirely on him. He was still smirking, leaning back on his hands as if waiting to see what you’d do next. “So, what exactly is the plan here?” he asked, his voice teasing but his gaze steady, his eyes taking in this new found confidence you seemed to have gained. 

“You,” you said simply, settling you onto his lap with your knees on either side of his hips. Your hands rested on his shoulders, your thumbs brushing over his collarbone. “Just you.”

Jeremy’s smirk softened into something warmer, deeper. His hands came to rest lightly on your hips, his touch grounding and electric all at once. “Well, who am I to argue with that?,” he murmured, leaning in just enough for his nose to brush yours.

The only sound in the room was the heavy breathing coming from the two of you. You let yourself sink into the moment, into him, your hands trailing up to cup his jaw. He was so solid, so steady, and for the first time, you felt like you could lean on him without fear of falling. When you finally closed the distance between you, his lips were warm and soft, moving against yours with a slow, deliberate tenderness that sent a shiver down your spine. His hands tightened on your hips, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t stand even an inch of space between you. He had been waiting for this, like he was starved for it. He peeled off your shirt quickly, only breaking the kiss for the briefest moment, revealing your bare chest. 

“Is this what you had in mind?” he murmured against your lips, his tone still laced with that infuriatingly charming humor that always made your heart race.

You laughed softly, resting your forehead against his. “Pretty much,” you admitted, your fingers threading through the hair at the nape of his neck. “I was thinking about what you said.”

That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. The hunger and the need was more present now, moans coming from the both of you as he kissed you again. Jeremy was trying to put his hands everywhere at once as if he hadn’t had enough time to study your naked form in front of him before. He was trying to memorize every curve, every every inch, every single part of you that he could possibly reach. You loved the scratchiness of his beard in the morning and the way it sent shivers down your spine when he kissed down your neck. 

“Fuuuuck….” You let out a moan when he found that sweet spot on your neck that you didn’t know that you had. You didn’t know how dangerous that moan was because he latched onto you like you were his last meal. He brought up one of his hands to play with your hard nipples in between his fingers and it was going straight to where it needed to.

Grinding your hips onto his dick you could feel him growing hard underneath you and if you didn’t get some kind of relief soon you knew you were going to wither away and die (not really but it was possible).  Jeremy had to have felt the same way because in a move you thought could have gone horribly wrong, he flipped you underneath him and he was resting on his elbow hovering just above your face. His eyes were dark with anticipation but wanting to take in the looks on your face and the noises he was causing you to make. 

“I could listen to you make those noises all day baby…” He whispered in your ear as he kissed around your neck, and slowly down your chest. You tried pushing his head down towards your clit but he didn’t want to seem to move any faster. 

“Please, baby, please do something PLEASE-” You begged, no, pleaded with him. You were the one who’d started it but clearly Jeremy was going to be the one who finished. He kissed everywhere he could until he reached your panties and he paused.

“Do you think these should come off?” He touched them slightly, and you looked down at the boxers that he had on. Desperate but knowing you also had limited time you nodded furiously, and he ripped yours off.

“JEREMY RYAN SWAYMAN I LIKED THOSE PANTIES!” You looked in confusion as your underwear was in shreds across the bedroom floor, torn between that and the fact that Jeremy’s fingers had finally started playing with your folds. 

“Baby girl I promise I will buy a thousand more pairs but I really really really want to make you cum now.” 

This. Man. 

He stood up to quickly discard his boxers and threw them somewhere on the floor. Climbing back onto the bed he was eager to resume what he had started. Pushing your legs apart, giving him all of the access he needed to your wet aching pussy. Your hips thrust a little towards him trying to tell him what you wanted, but he only pushed you harder into the mattress, telling you that he was going to be the one in control. Your hands desperately reached for something to hold onto, grabbing onto the sheets as his tongue finally brushed over your clit.

With little warning his tongue ran quickly over your folds and your clit, eliciting moans from you that you didn’t even know that you could make. His hands scratched along your thighs, causing you to wrap them around his back as he continued to lick and suck you to your climax. You felt one of his fingers begin to play with your pussy along with his tongue, finally inserting one as he continued to lick at your clit. 

“FUCK!” That felt so good you never wanted him to stop. A steady string of curse words and yes’s came from your mouth, one of your hands moving to the top of his head and pulling at any strands of his hair you could grasp. Your words of encouragement led him to add a second finger and you could have sworn you began to see stars. His fingers were reaching that sweet spot inside you, combined with his tongue swirling around your clit you were so fucking close to your climax and he knew it. 

His tongue began to circle your clit faster and his fingers quickened their pace, as he briefly pulled away for a moment.

“That’s it baby, you’re gonna cum so hard around my fingers for me. I want my wife to know how beautiful she is when she cums.” His tongue returned to work, and almost instantly the wave of relief came over you. Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm reached a head, his fingers continuing to move inside of you and tongue eating whatever it could to ride you through your high. It came in waves, and he took each one as it came, riding them gently, drawing out every bit of pleasure from you that he could. 

When you finally caught your breath and looked down at him, his head was resting on your thigh with star eyes looking up at you. 

“You think you can do that again baby? I’m not done with you yet.”

“Don’t we need to go? Wasn’t I supposed to be showing you?” 

“I promise you, we have plenty of time. Focus on me. Do you think you can do that again baby?” You began nodding before he even finished asking. Quickly, he grabbed a condom from his bedside table and rolled it on before kissing his way back up your body to your lips. 

“Focus on me. Love me.” He said, with such conviction it sounded like a command. Without waiting for a response, he lifted both of your legs so that they were resting on his shoulders. As he let out the most attractive moan you’d ever heard, Jeremy brushed the tip of his cock along your folds before pushing into you with one forceful thrust. He paused for a second, giving you time to adjust. A gasp escaped your lips even though you had felt him before. This time the angle was different and he was hitting that same sweet spot that his fingers just did. 

Your nails dug dragged lines down his chest as he began to move, holding your legs against him for leverage. His hips picked up speed knowing that you could take it so well. You felt every inch of him as he angled himself slightly different each time and in a surprise he brought one hand down from your leg and began rubbing your clit once again. The combined sensation was enough to get you teetering on the edge a second time and it was written all over your face.

“That’s it baby, I can feel you…” He encouraged you, and you could hear the pleasure in his voice. He picked up speed a little more just then, chasing his high. Bringing both your hands up to each side of his face, you held your entire world in your hands then. All you could feel at that moment was him. With the hand that was not working your clit, he grabbed one of yours so that he could lace your fingers through his. He knew you weren’t ready to say it yet, but he could feel it and that was all that mattered. 

You could tell he was close too by how his thrusts were increasingly erratic. The sound of both of your moans grew louder and the slapping of skin against skin was filling the room. You could feel the tension building in both of your bodies as his eyes locked in on yours. Giving up and wanting the release and wanting you as quickly as possible, Jeremy dropped your legs from his shoulders and leaned down to press your mouth to his once more. The hunger was there as you wrapped your arms around him to let him know something, anything, just that you were there and wanted to communicate everything you couldn’t say. 

“Yes yes I’m right there YES!” You screamed into his ear and he loved it. His arms wrapped tightly around your shoulders and he let loose as your orgasm washed over you for a second time that morning. Just as he did the first time, he continued thrusting through your waves, and you knew he was close too.

“FUCK!” He cried with a final hard thrust, finishing inside the condom. He rested his forehead against yours as you caught your breath together. Placing gentle forehead kisses until your breathing steadied, he kissed your lips before he got up to dispose of the condom. Looking at the clock, he knew you still had plenty of time to get to the tarmac for the Bruins plane. He laid down next to you, waiting for you to speak. 

Jeremy stretched out beside you, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. Without hesitation, his arm looped around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, the warmth of it making you melt further into him.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his voice low and soothing. His fingers traced lazy, feather-light patterns along your hip, grounding you in the moment.

You turned your head to meet his gaze, your lips curving into a smile. “Yeah,” you said, voice warm but steady. “Better than okay.”

As his eyes lingered on yours, a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You realize the guys are definitely going to see the marks you left, right?” His tone was teasing, but the glint in his eye showed he didn’t mind one bit.

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of pride and embarrassment washing over you. “You’re welcome,” you said with a playful shrug, trying to brush it off.

“Oh thank you love,,” he added, his grin widening. “I’ll get chirped for weeks.”

“Honey you play with Brad Marchand, you’ll survive,” you shot back, raising an eyebrow. “Besides, you’re the one who said you liked it.”

He laughed, the sound vibrating through your body as he pulled you even closer. “Fair point.”

The tenderness in his words and actions made your chest tighten in the best way. You reached up, your fingers brushing against the stubble on his jaw. “You’re kind of impossible, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said with a smirk, “but you’re still married to me anyway.”

“Unfortunately,” you quipped, rolling your eyes with mock exasperation.

He laughed, his head falling back against the pillow. “Keep telling yourself that.”

For a few minutes, the two of you stayed tangled together in the quiet comfort of the room. His fingers never stopped their gentle path along your back, and you found yourself wishing you didn’t have anywhere else to be. But the clock on the nightstand had other ideas.

Jeremy let out a small sigh as he glanced at the time. “We should probably get moving,” he said reluctantly, his voice tinged with regret.

You groaned, burying your face in his chest. “Five more minutes?”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I wish, but we’ve got a plane to catch.”

As he got up, you noticed him moving toward your bag, already packed neatly and waiting by the door. “Did you—?”

“Pack for you?” Jeremy interrupted, flashing you a smug grin. “Yeah, I know how you are when you’re rushed. Figured I’d save you some stress.”

You stared at him, incredulous and touched all at once. “You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Of course, goalies should always be one step ahead,” he said casually, shrugging like it was no big deal. “Just let me help, please let me help. And I wanted you to relax.”

“Relax,” you repeated, laughing softly. “You’re unreal, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he teased, tossing you a hoodie from the chair. “Now come on, superstar. Time to get moving.”

The drive to the airport was filled with an easy warmth. The city blurred past the windows as Jeremy navigated the familiar streets, one hand on the wheel and the other resting on your knee. He gave it a light squeeze every now and then, his touch grounding in its simplicity.

When you arrived at the tarmac, it became immediately clear you were running late. The rest of the team was already on the plane, and the staff at the stairs gave you a look that was equal parts patient and amused as you hurried out of the car.

“Think anyone noticed?” you asked, grabbing your bag as Jeremy threw his duffel over his shoulder.

Jeremy smirked. “Oh, they noticed.”

As the two of you boarded the plane, the familiar buzz of conversation was punctuated by a loud chorus of teasing.

“There they are!” Marchand hollered, leaning into the aisle with a grin that could only be described as mischievous. “Guess we know why you’re late, Swayman!”

“Gotta respect the hustle,” McAvoy added, smirking. You looked over at him, noticing the fact that his tie wasn’t tight, two buttons were undone, and his hair wasn’t brushed. Gosh dangit way to let them know what we did. 

“Y/N, you’re a terrible influence,” Geekie teased, shaking his head in mock disapproval. “You’ve turned our Swayman into a softie.”

You tried to hide your face behind your bag, laughing despite yourself, while Jeremy stayed calm as ever, his confidence unfazed. “Jealousy doesn’t look good on you guys,” he shot back, dropping into his seat and tugging you down beside him.

As the teasing died down, one of the members of your media team poked their head around the corner. You knew exactly what they were going to say, given how late you were. Jeremy had missed the walk up photos to the plane, and his shirt was unbuttoned a few. Hockey players have a strict dress code to follow when boarding planes, and they had definitely noticed his slightly disheveled appearance. Whoops.

 “Hey, Swayman,” they called, “you missed your walk-up photos. You’re gonna have to redo them.”

Jeremy groaned, leaning his head back against the seat. “Of course,” he muttered, though the corners of his mouth twitched in amusement. He got up begrudgingly, walking back down the aisle of the plane having the rest of the team watch him to go do his walk up photos alone. When he came back the hoots and hollers started again, and you weren’t able to hide your laughter from him before he sat back down.

“You can’t be mad,” you whispered, grinning. “You kinda brought this on yourself.”

Jeremy looked at you, shaking his head with a mock exasperation that melted into a soft smile. “Oh I did, did I? You’re lucky I love you,” he said under his breath, low enough for only you to hear.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you leaned into him as the plane began to taxi down the runway. The teasing, the delayed photos, the chaos—it was all worth it. Because for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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Swaymas - Chapter 5

Summary: The road trip continues and with that so does the rollercoaster of emotions. Coming home you expect to relax and settle in... but that isn't what you get.

Word count: 5.1K

Warnings: angst, family drama, bad parents... but there is fluff. i promise there is a good in there!!

A/N: happy new year my friends! i hope 2025 brings you all of the good things and your favorite team all the wins. you have all of my love. happy reading <3

The road trip continued, and with it, the whirlwind of emotions. The team had a solid win against Calgary, with Jeremy standing on his head in net and making save after save. The locker room after the game was electric, the guys hyped up and full of energy as they celebrated. Jeremy had smiled at you as you worked, your focus on post-game interviews and getting quotes for your report.

“You looked amazing out there,” you had whispered to him as he walked by, his face lighting up at your words.

You really loved seeing how happy everyone was after they won. The smiles and the joy that you could feel literally radiating from them, it was enough to make anyone feel like they’d won the lottery forever. Everyone knew that going into the holidays and how teams were looking around the turn of the new year was a good picture of how playoffs would look, and Boston wanted nothing more than to improve. Little by little you could tell they were getting there. You knew Jeremy could help his team, you just had to help him see it himself. 

But then came the game against Edmonton. It was a tough one—missed chances, unlucky bounces, and a final score that didn’t go in their favor. They didn’t walk away empty handed, still with a point at least to take home. It still didn’t help the mood when you walked off the ice. The mood in the locker room was somber, and though you tried to focus on your work, you felt Jeremy’s gaze on you as you moved through the space. 

Later that night, he found you in the hotel room, wrapping his arms around your waist as you typed out notes on your laptop. “Rough night,” he murmured, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You did everything you could,” you said, turning your head to kiss his cheek. “Sometimes it just doesn’t go our way.”

“Next time.” With a kiss to the side of your neck he sat back and watched you work, as you wrote and planned everything for the holiday break that was coming up. You had noticed he liked to watch you work. It calmed him in a way and gave him something to focus his nervous energy on. You and Brian had never done anything like this together, you had always felt a need to fill that silence. Right now, there wasn’t any need to do that. You were helping each other by just being there, occupying the same space together.

The next morning you had one more flight back home to Boston. With the flight, the team didn’t need to be back at the arena until morning skate which meant the two of you were able to go home instead of back to work. 

It happened during the flight back to Boston. After Charlie interrupted a few nights before, you’d just about given up on keeping things quiet. Your boss knew, the guys knew, at this point mostly everyone knew and there was no use keeping it a secret. Plane superstitions be damned, you were nestled against Jeremy’s shoulder, trying to catch a few minutes of rest while he quietly read a book. He had started reading to you to distract you from take off, flying wasn’t exactly your favorite part of the job. The road trip had been a rollercoaster of emotions and games, and you were both eager to get home and maybe possibly figure out the whole “where you’re going to live and tell your families” situation. 

As the plane cruised, Jeremy’s phone buzzed on the tray table. He picked it up, his brow furrowing as he opened a text from Charlie McAvoy.

Charlie: “Hey, just a heads-up, but someone noticed the ring. Saw a post about it on Twitter. Nothing crazy yet.”

Jeremy nudged you gently. “Hey, wake up. We might have a situation.”

You blinked, sitting up groggily. “What kind of situation?”

He handed you his phone, showing you the text.

“Damn Jer, just put a neon sign on that ring, why don’t you?” You said, noticing that it was mostly pictures of his ring that articles seemed to have. 

“Do you want me to hide it?” He raised an eyebrow, surprised at your response. You didn’t want him to hide it, but it also wasn’t going to help your situation of controlling it. So far it was your world and you were enjoying it. You didn’t want anyone else to have an opinion on it. He squeezed your arm in reassurance because he could see the worry lines forming on your face.

“Well no, but-”

“Exactly. I don’t either, so let’s just take a look before we start to panic. Okay?”

“I don’t want this to blow up before we’ve even had a chance to contact my parents, or explain anything to yours.”

“I know.” 

When you opened Twitter and searched your names, a few posts popped up:

“IS THAT SWAY WEARING A WEDDING RING? Am I hallucinating?”

“I swear I saw Y/N Y/L/N the bruins reporter and Swayman holding hands after the Calgary game. Can anyone confirm?”

“Rumor has it Swayman’s off the market. Sad day for hockey girls everywhere.”

You frowned, scrolling through the posts. “This isn’t bad. It’s just fans speculating. It’ll blow over.”

“Probably,” Jeremy said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced. “Charlie’s just being proactive.”

“It’s fine,” you assured him. “People love to gossip. This will be old news in a day or two.”

Jeremy leaned over to kiss your temple. “You’re probably right. People can’t be that interested in our love lives right?” 

You laughed together, his words easing your nerves. When the plane landed, you were relieved to find that there weren’t any reporters waiting at the airport. The posts hadn’t gained traction—yet—and you felt confident that you’d dodged a bullet.

As you and Jeremy drove back to your apartment, you talked about your plans for the holiday break. It felt good to focus on normal things, like decorating and what you wanted to get each other. You talked a little about where you wanted to live, if you wanted to get a pet one day, and all those little domestic things you’d always wanted to think about but had never allowed yourself to fully enjoy because of Brian. Jeremy wanted to, he was the one doing the asking.

But when you reached your apartment, your sense of relief evaporated. You learned that people were very interested. The people who were very interested? Your parents. They had never met Brian, they had only heard what you told them about him. They didn’t approve of your life, and they certainly weren’t going to like the fact that you had someone else they probably wouldn’t approve of. Sports weren’t predictable, how was he going to support you blah blah blah and all that. They knew so little of your life, and all you knew was that they suddenly needed you for something. 

It had been years since you’d seen them, and even longer since you’d had a meaningful conversation. The last time you’d spoken, it had ended in disappointment—on both sides.

“Mom? Dad?” you said hesitantly, your voice betraying your shock. You almost didn’t recognize them. 

Your mother turned, clutching her purse tightly. Her expression was strained, but she managed a small, uncertain smile. Your father stood stiffly beside her, his arms crossed and his gaze fixed on you like a hawk.

Jeremy came up and moved to stand beside you, his hand instinctively resting on the small of your back. “Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N. I’m Jeremy.”

Your father’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t acknowledge Jeremy. Instead, he looked at you. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice clipped.

“About what?” you asked, crossing your arms. “It’s been years, and now you’re just here? Showing up unannounced? I was going to contact you. I saw your messages. I know you had gotten the invitation to Brian and I’s wedding. Well he’s gone. I tried to tell you that.”

“Can we go inside?” your mother asked softly, her voice trembling just enough to catch your attention.

You glanced at Jeremy, who gave you a small nod. “Okay,” you said, unlocking the door and stepping aside to let them in.

The tension in the room was palpable as everyone settled into the living room. Jeremy sat close to you on the couch, his hand still on your back, while your parents took the armchairs across from you.

Your mother’s face was pale, and your father stood stiffly by her side, his usual stern demeanor somehow even more pronounced. Jeremy kept a steady hand on your lower back as you faced them, your heart pounding in your chest.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice steadier than you expected.

“We need to talk,” your father said, his tone clipped.

You folded your arms, the years of disappointment and frustration bubbling to the surface. “Yeah you said that already. Again, about what? You couldn’t wait for me to ask for you to come? Did you think about how busy the holidays are? About how I’m already going through a lot because the fiance you already hated left me like I was dirt? You didn’t even know we weren’t together anymore because you weren’t answering me back! Or is it that I embarrassed you by getting married to someone else without asking for your approval?”

Your mother winced, but your father didn’t flinch. “This isn’t about us. It’s about something you deserve to know.”

Jeremy was looking at you like you were some kind of superhero. You could feel his hand gently pressed against your back, grounding you as you tried to catch your breath. “Go on,” you said warily.

Your mother reached into her bag, pulling out a manila envelope. She placed it on the coffee table and slid it toward you. “We’ve been trying to contact you because of this,” she said softly.

You hesitated before picking it up. The envelope felt heavy in your hands, both physically and emotionally. Jeremy leaned in slightly, his presence reassuring as you opened it and pulled out a stack of papers.

“What is this?” you asked, scanning the top sheet.

“It’s about your grandmother,” your father said. “She passed away last year.”

The words hit you like a brick wall. When you cut yourself off, when you stopped reaching out to people, your parents had cut you off entirely, they cut you off from everyone. It was the choice you had to make, to make the best choices for yourself. It  was the only way for self preservation.Your throat tightened as you processed what they were saying.

“What?”

“She left something for you,” your mother continued as she handed a stack of papers to you, “A significant inheritance. But there were stipulations…conditions she set in place.”

Jeremy’s brow furrowed as he glanced at the papers in your hands. “Why didn’t you tell her sooner?” he asked, his voice calm but firm. You knew from the way he said it that he was ready to knock over the table but you weren’t going to say anything.

“We didn’t know how to,” your mother admitted, her voice trembling. “Your grandmother insisted the money be kept in a trust until…until you proved you were happy with your life.”

You stared at her, disbelief and anger surging through you. “What does that even mean?”

“She wanted to make sure you were settled,” your father said, avoiding your eyes. “And now that you’re married and your life seems stable…”

You let out a bitter laugh. “So, you waited until my personal life became public knowledge to tell me this? Because you saw a few photos that leaked to the press without even speaking to me? That’s why you’ve been trying to contact me? Not because you cared, but because of money?”

“Y/N, that’s not fair,” your mother protested.

“It’s completely fair,” you snapped. “You ignored me for years, and now you’re here because my life finally fits into the mold you think it should.”

Jeremy stepped in, his voice calm but unyielding. “You’ve had plenty of chances to support her. Showing up now, uninvited, isn’t the way to fix things. We were going to contact you ourselves, before the holiday. We were curious to see what you knew. How did you find out exactly?”

Your father’s jaw tightened. “In our circles, it is not hard to find out information when we want to. We didn’t come here to fight. We came here to give you what’s rightfully yours.”

“And what if I don’t want it?” you challenged.

“Y/N, why wouldn’t you want this?” your mother pleaded, her eyes glistening.

“WHY DO YOU THINK?” You exploded, standing up. Everyone in the room looked shocked, except for Jeremy. He had seen you stand up for your friends, especially Emily, at work and now you were doing it for yourself. He was proud of you.

“We honestly have no idea.” You almost screamed again at your Father. 

Jeremy placed a gentle hand on your arm as he stood up too, his presence behind you calming you slightly. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “You don’t have to decide right now.”

The tension in the room was suffocating, and you felt like the walls were closing in. “You need to leave. I need time,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

Just a few weeks ago you were staring at a half empty apartment and your would-be wedding dress. How is this where your life has progressed to? 

Your parents exchanged a glance before nodding. “We’ll be in town for a few days,” your father said. “If you want to talk, let us know.”

They left without another word, leaving you standing in the silence of your apartment. Jeremy pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly.

As soon as the door closed behind your parents, you sank onto the couch, your head in your hands. Jeremy hovered nearby, watching you with concern. After a few moments, he sat down next to you, close enough that his knee brushed yours.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured into your hair. “You don’t deserve this.”

You clung to him, your emotions a tangled mess of grief, anger, and confusion. “Why does everything have to be so complicated?”

“If I had the answer to that my love, I’d be a genius. Sadly I just catch pucks for a living.” You playfully hit his arm.

“I don’t even know how I feel,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “Angry, confused, sad… all of it at once.”

Jeremy placed a gentle hand on your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. “It’s a lot to process,” he said softly. “You’ve been carrying so much for so long, and now all of this… it’s okay to feel everything, even if it doesn’t make sense right now.”

You leaned into him, your head resting on his shoulder. “I thought I was done grieving them,” you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. “I thought I’d moved on from being the daughter who was never good enough. But seeing them, hearing them, it’s like it ripped open all those old wounds. This on top of everything else still being so fresh I just…”

Jeremy wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. “Grief isn’t something that just ends,” he said. “It comes in waves, sometimes when you least expect it. And when it’s tied to people you love—even if they hurt you—it can be even more complicated.”

You nodded against him, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I hate that I still care what they think,” you whispered.

It was raining outside in Boston, in the middle of December. Boston weather never seemed to surprise you anymore, but it seemed to always match your mood. It was cold and wet, and you felt numb on the inside. You felt sad and overwhelmed and all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and live there for a few days. Everything was just as you’d left it before the roadtrip, and nothing was giving you that holiday cheer you so desperately craved with everything that was going on around you. 

Jeremy kissed the top of your head, his voice steady and reassuring. “It’s okay to care. They’re your parents, Y/N. Wanting their approval or their love doesn’t make you weak—it makes you human.”

You pulled back slightly to look at him, your eyes searching his. “What if I can’t forgive them?”

He brushed a tear from your cheek with his thumb, his gaze warm and unwavering. “Then you don’t have to,” he said simply. “Forgiveness is for you, not for them. You get to decide if or when you’re ready. There’s no timeline for healing.”

His words were a balm to your raw emotions, and for the first time that night, you felt like you could breathe. It had been a long travel day, you had wanted to come home and crawl in bed with him to relax. “I just feel like I’ve spent my whole life trying to be someone they’d be proud of, and now I’m wondering if it was all pointless.”

Jeremy cupped your face gently, his eyes filled with an intensity that made your chest ache. “It wasn’t pointless,” he said firmly. “Everything you’ve done has made you who you are. And who you are is incredible. Don’t let them take that away from you. It also was what led me to you.”

You let his words sink in, the weight of them settling in your heart. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Always,” he replied, pulling you into another hug. After a while you peeled yourselves off the couch and got into your bedtime routine that you’d established on the road. He started putting away all of your things, while you finished all your last minute notes. You crawled into bed, wanting to prepare for the Sabres game the next day. 

Thankfully the Sabres game was a win. Jeremy wasn’t in the net, so you got to watch him be pretty on the bench. You loved being a rinkside reporter and being close to the action all the time, it had been what you dreamed about since you were a kid. You rarely had a few moments to yourself so you sat in the arena taking it all in for a moment. The hum of the nearly empty arena was soothing, a welcome break from the chaos of a game day. You sat back in your chair, staring out at the ice, lost in thought.

"Hey, Mrs. Swayman," came a familiar voice from behind you.

You turned to see Emily, her Bruins polo slightly wrinkled after a long night. She plopped down next to you, stretching her legs out with a sigh.

"Emily!" you said with a grin. "Busy night in the trenches?"

“Always. If it’s not one PR crisis, it’s another. If it’s not one promotion, if it’s another marketing campaign beginning. I honestly don’t know how they expect me to keep all of my ducks in a row if they keep throwing things at me like this! But ya know it’s fine, it’s totally fine everything is going to be FINE.” 

You shared a glance and you chuckled, but Emily quickly narrowed her eyes at you. "Okay, what’s up? You’ve been weirdly quiet lately, and that is not like you."

You hesitated, the weight of the last few days pressing down on you. But this was Emily. If anyone would understand, it was her.

"It’s… a lot," you admitted. "Jeremy and I are good—great, actually—but my parents showed up. When we got back from the road trip. They were just there like an ambush.”

“GIRL WHAT?! Are you okay? Did they even know about Brian leaving? Had they seen the leaked pictures of you and Jeremy? I need to know everything!”

“When I stopped talking to them they cut me off from everyone. Including my grandmother, who apparently left me a large inheritance. When they magically found out I’d been abandoned by you know who, that wasn’t what they cared about, they now cared because they saw I had married someone else and this life was suitable I guess and because of some stipulations it meant I was okay to have it. I could potentially be someone they approved of.”

You thought you were gonna have to find Emily’s jaw on the floor. 

“How does Jeremy’s family feel about them?” What. You knew he was close with them, and he had mentioned that his sister knew about you. It was the holidays, you knew you’d be seeing them at some point. But for some reason, the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind. It wasn’t one of your worries, because he had already made you feel safe. Now however, you realized you were meeting your fake-ish in-laws? You were together but exactly how together were you? 

“Hey, are you ready to go?” You turned around to see Jeremy heading out of the tunnel. 

“Yeah, let’s go. See you tomorrow Em.” You gave your best friend a hug, and grabbed your stuff. As you walked out of the arena with Jeremy, the buzz of post-game energy still lingered in the air. The Bruins had secured another win, and you could see the satisfaction on his face, even as he tucked his hand into yours.

“So,” Jeremy said as you stepped into the cold Boston night, “have you thought more about what we’re going to do for the holidays? Specifically, where are we going to ‘live’ in the meantime?”

You gave him a playful side-eye. “You mean which apartment we’re going to squish all our stuff into?”

“Exactly.” He smirked. 

You laughed. “Okay, well, let’s think practically. Your place is bigger, and it has better parking. Plus, the kitchen is nicer, and if we’re hosting anything, it makes more sense to do it there. Which, I’m guessing we are, if we're really gonna sell this marriage thing.”

Jeremy raised his eyebrows, and then nodded. He had noticed your choice of words. “Good points. But your place has more... personality. It feels warmer. And you’ve already got the string lights up. That’s very decorative.”

You stopped walking and turned to face him. “Are we seriously debating holiday decor right now?”

He shrugged, his grin widening. “I’m just saying, your place has vibes. Mine has the space. It’s a tough call.”

First, you had really just heard this man say the word vibes seriously in a sentence. Then, you thought for a moment and considered the logistics, “What if we combine the best of both? We could move the essentials to your place for now—like the lights, some of my blankets, and a few decorations. We’ll make it feel cozy, but we’ll still have room to actually, you know, live.”

You didn’t want to give up your apartment just yet. You weren’t official on paper. You always taught yourself to have some kind of fail safe, just in case. 

Jeremy’s eyes lit up. “I like that. And we can bring over your favorite mugs. I know how much you love those.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “You really are too good to me, you know that?”

He leaned down, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I just know how important little things are to you. Besides, it’s not like I’m suffering here. I get to live with my wife during the holidays. Feels like a win to me.”

The word "wife" still sent a little thrill through you. You wanted it to stick, and you wanted it to end up working one day. The insane idea had eventually settled its way into your brain, and you had started convincing yourself he might actually come to his senses. Would he do that? He said all of the right things, and always made you feel safe. Stop doing that. Just because your parents showed up doesn’t mean he’ll leave. “Okay, then. It’s settled. We’ll set up at your place for the holidays, and I’ll bring over the essentials.”

“We’ll have a perfect blend of decorations right?” he said, referencing the fact that both holidays started on the same day this year, while wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you started walking again. You tried not to giggle because you knew he was just trying to make you feel better about it all. Two different holidays and new people totally wasn’t overwhelming at all, but there was a first time for everything.

When the next morning rolled around, you stopped questioning how fast money could get things done sometimes. He was never one to flash it around, but when moving trucks showed up faster than you could even send a text, you knew Jeremy had pulled some strings. Your essentials were packed, moved, and set up at his apartment before noon. He put some of your things in his room, and some in another, not knowing where you wanted to sleep. He didn’t want to push too much on you, but would let you make that choice when you wanted. And hopefully any company you had wouldn’t notice. 

It was nice not to have to worry about because the Bruins had their family skate event, which included meeting Jeremy's family. Not that you were panicking or anything. He set up someone to check on your place a few times a week through the end of your lease, depending on how things were going. It was like he was always two steps ahead, and Brian had always been two steps behind. He saw right through your worry because you wore it all over your face. 

It was going to take some time to get used to Jeremy’s place. He lived in a high rise in a different part of town, closer to the arena than you. Overwhelming could be a lot but it was one thing at a time now. The Bruins family skate was an event that you had covered a few times over the years for work, taking pictures for the social media pages. This year would be the first year that you would participate in it yourself. 

Participating in the Bruins’ family skate was everything you imagined: chaotic, heartwarming, and slightly overwhelming. Kids zipped across the ice, parents chatted along the boards, and teammates mingled with their loved ones in a space that felt more like a family reunion than a team event.

Jeremy had skated ahead to grab his family from the far side of the rink, leaving you standing by the boards with a cup of hot cocoa. The nerves in your chest buzzed like static. Meeting his family felt like a big step—a step that made the whole whirlwind marriage feel even more real. Would he introduce you to them if he thought it wasn’t going to work? 

A moment later, you spotted him weaving through the crowd, a tall blonde woman skating gracefully beside him. You could see the resemblance in their features, from the mischievous curve of her smile to the way her eyes sparkled with humor. 

“Y/N,” Jeremy said, his grin as warm as ever, “this is my sister, Elizabeth, my parents, and my niece. Guys, meet my wife.”

Elizabeth’s face lit up like you’d just told her she’d won the lottery. “Wife? My god Jer, you moved fast! When you know you know, right?” She skated forward, pulling you into a tight hug before you could even respond. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Jeremy’s been talking about you for so long.” 

Jeremy groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Elizabeth...”

“What? It’s true!” she teased, stepping aside so Jeremy’s parents could approach.

His mom reached out first, her kind smile instantly putting you at ease. “It’s so wonderful to meet you, Y/N,” she said, pulling you in for a hug. “We’ve heard so much about you, but I have to say, Jeremy failed to mention how beautiful you are.”

Your cheeks burned as you stammered out a thank-you. His dad stepped in next, shaking your hand firmly. “Welcome to the family,” he said with a warm smile. “And don’t worry, we’ll go easy on you during the holidays...mostly.”

“Mostly?” you asked, laughing nervously. This was how a family was supposed to be. They were supposed to make you feel included and laugh and put you at ease. Skating around with them relaxed you, despite the amount of times you fell and almost took Jeremy down with you. You had to explain to him that just because your profession involved you being in an ice rink and being next to one, rarely did it involve actually stepping on the ice… on skates. You survived the encounter with only minor bumps and bruises, and your dignity still mostly intact.

On the way home you thought it might be a good idea to talk about what to do about gifts, because what do you get for your fake-husband-you’ve-slept-with-once-and-who-you-now-live-with-and-might-love-and-he-might-love-you-person? And how do you host an all holiday’s dinner for a few Bruins couples on short notice?!

“Hey,” you started, breaking the silence, “we should probably talk about gifts.”

Jeremy glanced over at you, giving a quick nod. “I already got you something.”

“JEREMY!”

“WHAT!”

“When did you do that?” You thought you had a pretty good idea of his whereabouts, but apparently he’d had time to arrange a gift for you.

“When we were in Vancouver. I saw it in a window when we went to get coffee and I couldn’t let it go. You’ll see.” 

“You’re insane, you know that?” 

“I know. And don’t worry about hosting dinner, we’ll figure it out. Before the game tomorrow we can make some calls and get all of that figured out. The first night of Hanukkah is also Christmas so my family is coming too and I know that’s a lot in just a few days. Is that okay?” You had never had someone ask before, so you just nodded, “Okay. Deep breaths. I’ll take care of anything I can, that’s why I’m here.”

You remembered. That is why he offered to help you. He cared for you. 

Jeremy Swayman. And you.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Swaymas Masterpost

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Swaymas - Chapter 4

Summary: The first roadtrip since becoming what you are becomes a little interesting in more ways than one...

Word count: 5k

Warnings: this is smut. a little fluff. but mostly smut. PLEASE don't read this if youre under 18 (im not responsible for what you consume online but also pls, just be smart). smut below the cut.

A/N: im sorry this is late, my bsf is in town and we have some hockey games this weekend so lots is happening. pls enjoy!

The five-game road trip felt like a whirlwind. First, Winnipeg, then Seattle, Vancouver, Calgary, and Edmonton. It wasn’t just the long flights or the grueling games that made the trip unforgettable—it was the constant togetherness that brought you and Jeremy closer than ever before. Every hotel room became a little sanctuary, every quiet moment a treasure. The team had their own routine, but you and Jeremy were forging a new one together.

In Winnipeg, the cold weather matched the mood in the locker room after the brutal 8-1 loss to the Jets. The game had been a nightmare from the start—nothing seemed to go right, and by the third period, the guys had clearly lost their energy. Jeremy was visibly frustrated, his jaw clenched tight as he walked through the locker room, barely acknowledging the friendly banter from the other players. You had seen him play dozens of times before, but you had never seen that kind of anger radiate out of him. The number one rule you and your friends always told yourself was that wins were not a goalie stat, but that didn’t seem to be the way Jeremy was feeling at the moment. Not by the way his broken stick was laying in pieces in the Jets visiting locker room hallway. 

You tried to stay professional, even as you felt a twinge of frustration yourself. As a reporter for the team, it was your job to cover the game, and after a loss like that, you knew you’d be the one to face the tough questions. You knew you should call in the backup reporter. You had discussed everything with your boss, they were the only one who knew about you and your “husband” so that there would be no conflicts of interest. The team was to be put first professionally, and you knew that. But today, with the hurt look on his face, you couldn’t let someone else ask him the questions you knew he didn’t want to answer. Standing in front of Jeremy was already difficult, who had put in such an effort despite the scoreboard, and not feel the sting of that loss with him. 

You were already in the media area, preparing your notes when Jeremy walked over after finishing his quick shower, his head down. He’d already thrown on his hoodie, and you could see the tension in his posture.

"Hey, I know that game was rough, but I’ll need to speak with you for a quick interview," you said gently, trying to keep the tone light despite the stress in the air. He looked up at you, his eyes exhausted, but he nodded, giving you a small, tight smile.

“Yeah, I know,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Don’t be short with me, I’m just doing my job.” 

“I said I know. Just give me a minute.”

You nodded, your own thoughts spinning. "Okay, but we’ve got to keep it together. It’s part of the job. People want to hear your side."

He sighed, looking up at the ceiling as if searching for the right words. “It’s just frustrating, you know? I don’t know what else we could’ve done to turn that around. You can only fight so hard, and sometimes it just feels... useless.”

You could hear the frustration in his voice, and it made you feel a little helpless. It’s not like you could have hopped on the ice and given them a hand. He wasn’t just a player to you now—he was your husband, for lack of a better word, someone you cared about deeply. And seeing him struggling, knowing that you had to still report on his play, could become a problem in the future.

"Look, I get it," you said, trying to soften your voice. "I really do. And I know it’s hard to see it at the moment, but you’re doing your best. You are a GREAT player, and you know that. We’ll get through this, okay? I’m here for you, no matter what."

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world around you both seemed to pause. He took a deep breath and nodded, a silent understanding passing between you. "Thanks," he said quietly. "I just feel like I let everyone down."

You reached out, touching his arm. "You didn’t. It’s one game, Jeremy. We’ll bounce back."

The interview itself wasn’t much easier than the game had been. You asked the questions you had to, keeping your professional face on, while Jeremy answered with the same exhausted but polite tone he always used after a loss. But under the surface, you could both feel the strain. Neither of you had the energy to pretend that everything was fine, even if it was easier to hide it from the rest of the team.

Later that night, after the team had packed up and headed to the hotel, you were back in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, going over your notes. Jeremy had come in after a while, slumping down onto the chair in the corner, pulling his hoodie off as he let out a long sigh.

"Can I ask you something?" you said, still focused on the words on the page. "How do you do it? How do you keep it together after a game like that?"

Jeremy’s voice was quieter now, less defensive. He sat up in the chair, his hands folded in his lap. "I don’t really know. You just... keep pushing forward, right? It’s just part of the job. You get used to the highs and the lows. But after a game like tonight, it’s hard to shake it off. I just want to fix it, you know?"

You turned to face him, your expression softening. "Yeah, I know what you mean. But you can’t carry all that on your own, Jeremy. I’m here for you. And I’m still your biggest fan, no matter what anyone else says."

The look in his eyes softened, the frustration of the day dissipating just a little. "I really appreciate that, Y/N. I guess I forget sometimes that you’re the one who sees all of it... not just the game, but everything behind it."

You smiled, walking over to sit beside him. "That’s because you try to hide it. But it’s okay to not be okay, you know? It’s okay to not have all the answers. We’re in this together. And your team is there for you too. You win as a team, you lose as a team."

He nodded, the weight of the loss still heavy but easier to bear when you were close. "You’re right. We’re in this together."

As the road trip continued, it felt like a constant balancing act between personal and professional life. You were still trying to figure out the rhythm of being not only Jeremy’s partner on the road but also his wife. You had moments where everything felt perfectly aligned, and then others where the distance between you seemed wider than it should have been. But that was the nature of these things, wasn’t it? Figuring each other out, day by day, even when the road was rough.

By the time you arrived in Vancouver, though, the tension had built up. Two big losses in a row still loomed large over your minds, and the pressure of being constantly in each other’s space had started to take its toll. Brian had never been in your space this much. You’d each had your own space and he never wanted to be in yours, but Jeremy did, even when both of you were upset. 

“Jeremy, we need to talk,” you said one night, frustration bubbling up again. You were sitting on the edge of the bed, your hands clenched in your lap, your mind still reeling from the last few days, the sudden high emotion from the win tonight in Vancouver and your ongoing struggle to report on it professionally. “I need you to tell me what you’re thinking. I can’t always read your mind. You offered to help me with all of this, how come I don’t get to do the same for you? I know you won tonight but just give me some help here okay?”

Jeremy froze, his body going tense as the realization hit him. "I’m sorry, Y/N," he said softly, coming to sit next to you. "I know this is a lot and we’re both exhausted. I don’t always know what to say and I can’t always put that into words either. But it’s not just you—I’m frustrated too. I just... I don’t know how to deal with everything. This road trip is a lot."

You took a deep breath, the frustration starting to dissolve. "I get that, I do. But we have to communicate better, Jeremy. I don’t want to feel like we’re strangers just because I have to do my job."

There was a pause, and then Jeremy nodded, his eyes softening. “You’re right. We’re both learning, and I’m sorry. Let’s figure this out.”

“Actually, could I just get a minute? Please? Go do your stuff with the team, you know where to find me. I want to celebrate the win with you, but not like this.” He reached out for you, as if unsure if he should attempt to touch you or not. It was new territory. First road trip together, first fight, all of it. You just wanted a minute to be in your own head. You knew that it would be fine, but there were a lot of emotions coming at you at once. 

Later that night, after the team had finished their post-game routines and the hotel was quiet, there was a soft knock at your door. You opened it to find Jeremy standing there, a little hesitant but with a warmth in his eyes that made your heart swell. It was the first win of the road trip and you wanted to celebrate with him, not spend the night fighting and spending it in separate beds. You hadn’t spent a night in the same bed together on the road yet, you wanted to be able to draw some kind of professional line and be able to have some kind of deniability with the team. But his presence in your doorway was giving you the indication that tonight he didn’t care, and there were other plans that he had in store for the two of you.  

"Can we... talk?" he asked, his voice uncertain. 

You smiled, stepping aside. His demeanor had changed, and you liked it. “Of course. Come in.”

“I know we had our first fight, and I... I don’t want to leave it like that,” Jeremy said, his words careful but sincere. “Can we just—can we cuddle? I don’t want to sleep in separate beds tonight. I just... need to feel close to you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you nodded. “Yeah. I’d like that too.”

He paused to look at you for a moment.

“You played really well tonight, I’m really proud of you.” 

“First thing I did was look for you.”

You’d only had a few days before leaving for the roadtrip to spend together. You spent time together before going to bed after games, but had been sleeping apart at night so Jeremy could focus before games. Tonight you had two more days before the Calgary game, and that seemed to be the farthest thing from Jeremy’s mind. He had a small bag over his shoulder, dropping it right inside your door as you backed inside. He towered over you at his height, and looking up at him he was looking down at you like you hung the moon in the sky. You barely registered the hotel door clicking shut behind him, everything else seemingly forgotten. 

“Do you have any work you need to finish right now?” He asked, not breaking eye contact and his voice low but firm. The tone in his voice was different, one you hadn’t heard before. It was nice in a way that you almost couldn’t describe but it made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. It was the tone that immediately commanded your attention. 

“N-n-no.” You managed. He closed the gap between you, cupping your face between his hands. 

“I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?” This time you couldn’t manage the words and all you gave him was a nod, but that was enough. The mood shifted in the room, and you changed in a way that felt so good. Your skin felt like it was on fire, and the only sense of relief was Jeremy. In an instant his hands went from your face to roaming down your body, cupping your ass.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, placing most of your weight onto him. Without even a second thought your feet were no longer on the ground and you were wrapping your legs around his waist. Somehow your lips never left his, and the moan that escaped his lips as you dug your nails into the back of his neck was enough to send you into next week. 

“Fuck baby.,.” He groaned when he finally broke apart for air, he had taken a few steps and walked toward the bed. He placed you down gently and you had a feeling that might be one of the last gentle things for the evening, which was fine by you, “I know you’re my wife, but I need to ask. I would like to see you naked now and I would like to do lots of things to you. If you want me to stop, now would be the-”

“JEREMY.” You pulled him in as close as he could get to you without touching. You were already half ready for bed when he had knocked, only being dressed in an oversized shirt and underwear. 

“What?” 

“I’m gonna need you to do those things before I scream.” 

Jeremy's lips twitched with a smirk, his breath warm against your skin. "I just want to make sure you know how badly I want you," he said, his voice thick with desire, "but only if you're ready for it." His hands slid down your sides, the heat of his touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.

Your heart pounded as you looked into his eyes, dark and full of intent, the weight of his words settling over you like a warm blanket. "I’m ready," you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with certainty.

"Good," he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands were already finding their way under your shirt, his touch soft but deliberate as he explored every inch of skin he could reach.

The feeling of his fingers grazing your bare skin made you arch your back slightly, a quiet gasp escaping your lips. The sound seemed to spur him on, his kisses growing more urgent as he pushed the fabric of your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside without a second thought. He took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and drawing your chest off the bed towards him. Your hands pressed him harder into you looking for some kind of friction. 

"You’re so beautiful," he said when he came back up, his voice barely more than a breath, his hands trailing over your exposed skin with reverence. He was admiring you, as if he was seeing heaven right in front of him. His eyes roamed over you, drinking in the sight of you laid out beneath him.

“You have too many clothes on.” You complained. 

His fingers found their way to the buttons of his shirt, fumbling slightly in haste. You could tell he was nervous too, wanting to get it right. You reached up to help, and Jeremy chuckled softly, helping you out by shrugging off the fabric and tossing it to join the growing pile of discarded clothing. His body was warm and firm against yours, his skin brushing yours as he leaned back down to claim your lips once more. After a moment he let his lips begin to explore, kissing all of the sensitive spots around your neck and down your chest, until he began exploring a new area. 

“Keep your hands above your head until I say so, understood?” He says between kisses. He leaves bite marks wherever he can, knowing you’ll see little bruises all over in the shower tomorrow morning. You nod quickly, desperate for him to resume what he was doing. You let out a whimper and he goes into attack mode. His lips are dragging up and down your thighs as you let out a steady string of curse words in combination with his name. It must sound like music to his ears, because soon he has one hand on your left breast and his other rubbing two of his fingers through the folds of your wet pussy.

“So fuckin wet for me babygirl.. Are you always this wet? Or is this just for me?” He continues to kiss around your clit giving you everything but what you need. His fingers are only giving you so much and you’re so desperate for him. 

“Jer please, please babe please-” You don’t move your hands from above your head though.

“Please what?”

“Please eat me please.” You begged.

“That’s my good girl.” 

Finally he presses two of his fingers inside of you and you gasp, now desperate that you had something to grab onto. Now you know why he told you to keep your hands above your head, the damn bastard. You’d get him back for this, but fuck was this hot. His other hand had moved from your breast up to a light grip on your neck, and his tongue began playing with your clit. Combining his fingers with his tongue was like you were now seeing stars, and he was constantly putting you on the edge. Your body arches off the bed once again, trying to put your pussy closer to his face than it already was. You wanted your release and you wanted to come all over his face, his slight beard scratching you in just the right place. 

His tongue licks quickly over your folds and even you can feel your own cum going down your pussy onto his face. Jeremy doesn’t slow down his pace and you feel yourself squeeze around him, letting him know that you’re close to your first orgasm. You can’t hold still, knowing that he can somehow read your body before you know what’s going to come next. 

“Put your hands in my hair and pull as hard as you want, now.” You wasted absolutely no time. You moved both of your hands to Jeremy’s hair and let him know you needed your release just as much as you needed him. You felt his fingers reach inside you and his tongue grazed over your clit in just the right way sending you crashing over the edge and pressing his face into you while your muscles tensed your legs around his back. 

He knew just how to ride you down from your climax, not completely stopping after you reached your high, but slowing with you and giving you the slow stimulation your body still craved. He looked up at you with a large smile on his face and you could see parts of his chin were shiny, a friendly reminder of you right there on his face. He wiped his face with the sheet, kissing his way back up your body before standing up only for a moment to remove anything he had left on. Slowly kissing all over and back up toward your face, he hovered over your face for a moment locking eyes with you. He was still catching his breath but you felt it stop for just a second.

“You are amazing, you know that?” He kissed your forehead. 

“So are you.”

“I should probably ask before I continue, are you on-”

“I have an IUD!”

“What is that?” Do not laugh oh my god that will ruin everything just explain it to him. 

“It means you don’t need to worry about it as long as you’re clean, just don’t stop what you’re doing.” Once he nodded, you brought him to kiss you with more hunger than before. You bit his lip slightly when you pulled back to let him know what you wanted. 

“Yes ma’am.” You felt his right hand return to your clit and he guided your left hand to his dick. You smiled and you could feel him smile as he kissed you. He helped you guide him gently into your entrance little by little. He pulled away enough so that he could see your reaction as he pushed into you, he wanted to be able to see the face you made when he was finally inside you. He’d been waiting for this moment and it was written all over the pleasure he had on his face.

“How big are you?” His tongue ran over his swollen lip as you could feel him bottom out inside you, his gaze glued on you. He was kneeled on the bed, admiring every inch of you trying to memorize this moment in time. 

“You can take me.” Slowly but surely he started to move. He found his rhythm pretty quickly, rubbing his thumb over your clit as he thrust into you. You couldn’t keep quiet, that was almost impossible. This man knew how to do things Brian had never even thought of, you almost forgot your own name. 

Hungry for it, he leaned down to kiss you again but did not stop with rubbing your clit which was almost becoming too much. He made it so that your knees were pressed against his chest, keeping you as close as could be. There was an intimacy to it, letting you know that he was there with you completely in that moment. 

“Jeremy,” You gasped out, you could feel it again, it was right there. This had never happened before. You had never finished twice in one night by yourself, and definitely not with Brian.

He didn’t slow his pace when he looked up thank god, “Yeah?”

“Do that again.” He didn’t need to be told twice. His cock did exactly as it was told, going deep inside of you and reaching that perfect spot you needed him to. You could tell he was getting close too, you could hear it in the way his breath sounded and the way his movements were becoming more erratic. 

“What, this?” He thrust in a little upwards motion. You nodded, forgetting how to wards and grasping at something, reaching out for him. He took your hands and placed them on his thighs. You definitely left scratch marks down his thighs as you could feel your climax building. 

“Fuck yeah baby you’re taking me so well.” Fuck, this man could fuck. 

You almost closed your eyes because your climax was taking over but you didn’t want to miss out on this. You clawed at his thighs as your second orgasm crashed into you like a wave, squeezing around him and sending him tumbling quickly into his own. His movements quickly became more erratic as he pulled out and painted your stomach like it was his own art piece. 

Jeremy collapsed next to you, both of you desperately trying to catch your breath. He looked over at you, and a sudden feeling washed over you, like there was no going back now. But you were okay with that. It didn’t completely shake the feeling that there was still something lurking around the corner, but here with him, everything felt okay.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?” 

“I’m glad I asked you to be mine.” 

The sincerity in his voice made your chest tighten. You reached over, your fingers brushing against his cheek. “I’m glad you did, too.”

Jeremy leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your temple before rolling off the bed. “Stay here. Let me take care of you,” he said, disappearing into the bathroom.

The sound of running water filled the room, and when he returned, he had a warm washcloth, a small towel, and a bottle of water in hand. The sight of him, so focused and tender, made your heart flutter.

Jeremy knelt beside you, his touch impossibly gentle as he began to clean your skin. “Tell me if I’m being too rough,” he said, his voice low.

The warmth of the cloth was soothing, and the deliberate care in his movements made you feel cherished. “You’re perfect,” you whispered, watching him as he worked with quiet concentration.

He paused, his lips twitching into a smile as he glanced up. “You make it easy.”

Once he finished, he dried your skin with the towel and handed you the water bottle. “Drink all of this,” he instructed, his tone soft but insistent.

“Yes, sir,” you teased, earning a playful eye roll as he grabbed one of his oversized Bruins hoodies from his bag.

“Arms up,” he said, holding it up.

You obeyed, letting him slip the hoodie over your head. It was ridiculously big, the sleeves swallowing your hands, and it smelled like him—a comforting mix of cedarwood and fresh laundry.

Jeremy smiled, pulling the blankets up around you before sliding back into bed. “Comfortable?” he asked, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you against his chest.

“Very,” you murmured, your eyes already starting to close.

But just as you were drifting off, there was a loud, insistent knock at the door.

Jeremy groaned, his head dropping back against the headboard. “Are you kidding me?”

The knock came again, followed by a muffled voice. “Yo, Sway! Open up! I’ve got a problem!”

Jeremy pressed a kiss to your temple before sliding out of bed, muttering under his breath as he pulled on his sweats. “Who even has this room number? Stay here,” he said, heading for the door. Both of you were clearly confused.

When he opened it, McAvoy stood there, holding an armful of snacks—chips, candy bars, and a soda precariously balanced on top.

“Charlie,” Jeremy said flatly, rubbing his temple. “What could possibly be so urgent?”

“I ran out of snacks,” Charlie said as if it were obvious. “So I got more. And I was thinking, hey, Sway’s probably hungry, too. Want to share?”

Jeremy stared at him, completely dumbfounded. “You interrupted my night—to offer me snacks? Wait a second, this isn’t even my usual room, this is Y/N’s room. How did you know I was here?”

He pretended not to hear his questions, and acted like he didn’t even know you were there. Someone had to have bribed your room number out of Emily, she was one of the only people on staff who would give it out let alone know who would have access to it. Charlie’s eyes darted past Jeremy to you, peeking out from under the blankets in Jeremy’s hoodie. His face broke into a wide grin. 

“Wait a second... Is that your wife in there? Oh, this is even better than snacks.”

Jeremy stepped in front of Charlie, blocking his view. “Yes, my WIFE.  Now go back to your room, Chuck.”

Your eyes widened as you sat up slightly. “Wait—they know?”

“Of course we know!” Charlie said, looking at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “You think we wouldn’t notice when our goalie starts wearing a ring and sneaking away with a dumb smile on his face? His hands are worth millions. Come on. We’re not oblivious.”

Jeremy groaned, running a hand through his hair. “Charlie —”

“Alright, alright,” Charlie said, stepping back with a smirk. “Nice hoodie, Y/N!”

“Goodbye, Charlie,” Jeremy said, slamming the door shut and locking it.

He turned back to you, shaking his head. “My teammates are ridiculous.”

“They know we’re married?” you asked, still processing. It was going to be everywhere by the time you got back at this point. I mean you knew what you were getting yourself into, and you were still doing amazing at your job while juggling everything else at the same time. You couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling, but you did your best to put it away from your mind.

He climbed back into bed, pulling you into his arms. “Of course, they know. They’re nosy. But don’t worry—they’re happy for us. They just show it in the most annoying ways possible.”

“I hope my family will be happy for us. And yours. Have you mentioned anything to them?” You had barely processed the fact that he had helped you, and now he was also going to tell his family about you. This was a lot to process in the middle of the night.

“They know we’re together. Trust me, my sister has known about you for a long time.” 

“What?”

“One thing at a time. First, sleep. I know you don’t get enough of it.” You hated that he was right.

It was going to be fine. It already felt better, having him hold you again. Despite the interruption, the night felt perfect, and as you drifted off in Jeremy’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the chaos—and the man who made it all worth it. It was the first night you spent wrapped in his arms knowingly, completely together, and you couldn’t remember the last time you slept so well.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Swaymas Masterpost

[huuuuughes]

Boston Bruins Masterlist

*smut

+ fluff

x - angst

Jeremy Swayman

Mine. *+x

Swaymas*+x

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Masterslist

NEW MASTERLIST

Smut

All Categories 

who i write for 

Jamie Draysale 

“shit I didn't mean to say that”

Loved so dearly

“Its midnight where the hell were you

obsessed

Doing nothing with you

“my friends are really annoyed about how much I talk about you” “you’re staring”

Sparks fly-Taylor Swift

Thin walls NSFW

Good morning NSFW

Happy Birthday NSFW

"please kiss me" "stay quiet" NSFW

“ it’s okay just breathe” “look at me, please?” 

“I’m not leaving”

Trevor zegras

jealousy

“... " " "Wanna make out?" "Sure" “ the second I saw you I couldn't get over how beautiful you were”

“You're kinda cute in this” “only kinda.”"Did you see that?" "You saw that right?"

“someone’s happy to see me” “you bought me flowers?”

Picking fights 

he didnt say it 

obsessed

“don’t fucking touch what is not yours”  “Shh.. I’m here”

“oh hun, i wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard” “you look exhausted”

“first one to make noises loses” NSFW

Just one more NSFW

Moth to a flame NSFW

Long Day  NSFW

Auston Matthews

“No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.” 

“don’t fucking touch what is not yours” NSFW

I only want you 

obsessed

I think Your enough 

I wouldn’t do that to you” “i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”

“You take me so well.” “Spread your legs wider.” NSFW

You comfort Austin after they get eliminated in the second round

paparazzi NSFW

“I’ve been in love you for years”

Jack Hughes 

This is how you celebrate a win NSFW

“Shh im here”

obsessed

All stars

First time NSFW

Jersey NSFW

Shower sex NSFW

Luke Hughes

“ i love you the way you are, okay? you don’t need to change. ”

High and dry NSFW part 2

Bruises

My boyfriends Brother NSFW

Finally alone NSFW

Drunk

“No, no, please don’t look sad. I can’t handle that.”

Quinn Hughes 

“im just trying to help you” “Please, talk to me’’

soft spot

“Baby can you please shut the fuck up”

“do you think I dropped my walls like this for anybody?”

"i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”NSFW

you’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”“ you’re blushing” “am not” 

Submissive quinn NSFW

Flight NSFW

Brock Boeser

andrei kuzmenko

Nico hischier

Captain NSFW

“I wish you wouldn’t work yourself so hard”

Golden gold

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” NSFW

obsessed

Fair amount 

The purse 

Dirty talk NSFW

Little things

HandCuff’s+Blindfold NSFW

Arber Xhekaj 

I wanted to see you

Kirby dach

Freezing 

Cole caulfield

Feeling lost

“Why isn't he getting up?”

“I’ll never be good enough”“I wish you could see yourself how I see you”

Talking to yourself

“No panties?” NSFW

In every room NSFW

Sidney Crosby 

“Will you dance with me? Please, pretty please!” 

“I missed you so much” & “ you bought me flowers?”

“i love you the way you are, okay? you don’t need to change. 

obsessed

“Don't listen to them” “Because I know you” 

“Hey…..be safe”  “ you’re not even listening” 

Juraj Slafkovsky 

“I just wanted to be held for a while”

"everything about you amazes me"

“don’t yell at me in a language i don’t understand!” “please don’t cry, i’m sorry” 

Mitch marner  

“you’re crying” and “i missed you so much” 

“you were crying.” “you’re warm.”

obsessed

Second Chance 

“I get so hard when i’m around you“ 

Needy Mitch  NSFW

Carter Hart

Mat Barzal

“You smiled! I saw it, so no denying it.” and “You’re definitely the only person I would do this for.”

andrei svechnikov

Fastest Skater goes to?

“i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name” NSFW

leon draisaitl

“first one to make noises loses”

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you” NSFW

"so, how much longer do you plan on using me as your personal space heater?"“Please kiss me.”

Jeremy Swayma

“no panties?”“Do you want my fingers?" NSFW

Morning kisses