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Hockey Fic Recs

06/14/2025

Sidney Crosby

⭒ Sleepless in Pittsburgh by @rowdyluv

⭒ DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED by @nylqnder

⭒ family skate  by @mrsonmyr

⭒ it ain’t me babe  by @angelsuecult

⭒ Emergency Contact by @lightsoutmatthews

⭒ perfect places by @angelsuecult

⭒ THE LONG WAY BACK by @trevuorzegras

Mathew Barzal

⭒ Meet Cute  by @nathaslosthershit

⭒ A lovesick girl calling her tired brother by @/nathaslosthershit

⭒ Five Times You Almost Kissed Mat Barzal and The One Time You Did by @prettytoxicrevolver

⭒ Visceral In Doses masterlist  by @drewsbuzzcut

⭒ Loyalty by @tessisawriter

⭒ Being Matt Martin’s Little Sister and Dating Mat Barzal Would Include: by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

⭒ Forever Yours  by @sc0tters

Wyatt Johnston

⭒ standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can’t reach your lover’s lips by @theemporium

⭒  just a fling  by @zegrasdrysdale

⭒ Early by @toasttt11

Matthew Tkachuk 

⭒ Like Father, Like Son by @cailinsblog

⭒ The Vows by @secretlittlerandezvous

⭒ What I Love Most by @heartmix

⭒ please please please by @chukys-mouthguard

⭒ Masterlist by @/chukys-mouthguard

Trevor Zegras

⭒ Drug by @bunting27

⭒ Penalty Box— Engagement Edition by @starsandhughes

⭒ Penalty Box Series Masterlist by @/starsandhughes

⭒ SECRET’S OUT  by @babydollmarauders

⭒ Kiss me by @/babydollmarauders

⭒ Disheveled Duckling by @bagopucks

⭒ Dress by @/lvrhughes

⭒ “Where were you last night?” by @uluvjay

⭒ Trevor Zegras x Hughes! Sister by @/uluvjay

Hockey Masterlist

⭒ Masterlist by @hockeyshmockey

⭒ Masterlist by @/luvhughes43

⭒ Masterlist by @hearts4hughes

⭒ Masterlist by @nhlclover

⭒ Masterlist by @swissboyhisch

⭒ Masterlist by @/babydollmarauders

⭒ Fic recs by @hearts4hughes

⭒ Masterlist by @adorethedistance

⭒ Fic recs by @maryleclerc

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Happy Pride, monsterfuckers.

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Real

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY VAGINAS AND TIDDIES ON MY SCREEN I CAME HERE TO READ FLUFF FICS HOLY GOD

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Yeah I’m into that.

You Keep Smiling Like That

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x You

Rating: Fluffy one shot

A/N: This was a request from the lovely @girrrllidkuhh1 :) Love a little Bella moment! Enjoy <3

Bella didn’t have any social media. Like, none. No Instagram, no Twitter, not even a burner TikTok account. They said it was for their sanity, and honestly, you respected it. Admirable, really. That didn’t stop you from sending them approximately seventy-five links a week, though. Even if they never opened them.

Because while Bella was out here being beautifully mysterious and offline, your For You Page had basically become a 24/7 Bella content machine. Interview clips, behind-the-scenes bloopers, fan edits with dramatic music and devastating slow-mo transitions. But there was one TikTok, the one with them doing that thing that and smirking at the camera, that had literally made you drop your phone every time you saw it.

You didn’t even realize you’d been giggling at another one until Bella looked up from the book they were reading beside you on the couch.

“Okay, what is it?” they asked, eyes narrowing slightly, but with a smile tugging at their lips. “You keep smiling like that.”

“Like what?” you replied, quickly locking your screen as if that would erase the edit now permanently burned into your brain.

“That smug little grin. The one that usually means you’ve seen something ridiculous or chaotic or… slightly illegal.”

You shrugged, trying for casual and missing by a mile. “It’s nothing. Just… TikTok being TikTok.”

Bella raised a brow. “Was it a cat dressed like Shakespeare again?”

“No.”

“Lizards wearing tiny hats?”

“Nope.”

“Then it’s one of those videos again, isn’t it?”

You blinked. “What do you mean by those videos?”

Bella smirked knowingly. “The ones where I walk into a room in slow motion and some trending song plays like I’m the second coming of a Greek god.”

Your jaw dropped. “Wait, you do know about the edits?”

“Oh, I don’t see them,” they said, flipping a page like this was no big deal. “But I’ve been around you long enough to know the signs. The sudden silence. The suspicious smile. The blushing.”

“I do not blush.”

“You’re literally doing it right now.”

You groaned, burying your face in a pillow. “They just keep showing up on my FYP, okay? I don’t ask for them. The algorithm just… knows.”

Bella laughed, warm and low. They set the book down and shifted to face you.

“You know,” they said, nudging your knee with theirs, “you could just watch the real thing instead of all those edits.”

You peeked at them. “What, like follow you around with dramatic lighting and a sexy song playing in the background?”

“No,” they said, leaning in slightly, “like look at me like that when I’m actually here.”

They were close now, close enough that you could feel their breath, soft and slow against your cheek. Their eyes flicked to your mouth for just a second, and it was all the permission you needed.

The kiss wasn’t delicate. It wasn’t sweet. It was heat and curiosity and months of pretending you hadn’t been imagining this. Their lips met yours with intent, firm and steady, like they already knew exactly how you’d taste. You parted for them without thinking, the kiss deepening fast, messy in the best way. Their hand slipped to the back of your neck, fingers dragging just enough to make your skin buzz.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t practiced. But god, it was good.

When you finally broke apart, your breathing was uneven, and Bella looked completely unfazed, like they hadn’t just short-circuited your entire nervous system.

“Better than a thirst trap?” they murmured, lips still close enough to brush yours.

You laughed softly, dazed. “Unfair question.”

They tilted their head, eyes glittering. “Why’s that?”

“Because the thirst trap never pressed me up against the couch and made me forget my own name.”

Bella grinned, slow and dangerous. “Well then,” they said, “maybe you should stop watching them… and let me give you something better to replay.”

And just like that, your heart was racing again, but this time, it wasn't from some video on your screen. It was from them. Right here. The real thing.

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Thank you to the man who started it all

happy birthday 28th to my favourite bald man!!! he’s officially pushing 30

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Okay yeah bc I’m experiencing something similar. I do not have the same lust I once did

is it weird that i started feeling uncomfortable to write about certain players that i used to write for? i can't explain it but i just feel that i'm stuck and i can't write a word about them, i feel anxious by only thinking about scenarios with them and i'm completely lost...

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i miss when isles hockey brought me joy

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isles lose!!!

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↳ CASEY CIZIKAS AT RYAN PULOCK’S WEDDING | 6.29.24

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SECOND COACH’S CHALLENGE YOURE JOKING

The kings are cry babies fr that was not goal tender interference

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Anders Lee the man that you are

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The kings are cry babies fr that was not goal tender interference

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Empty net at 11 minutes is actually delusional

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Short and sweet !! Would love to see the part two of what happens after they get home ;)

Like I Do | J Drysdale

inspired by like i do by tate mcrae

summary: it was subtle at first. the way she mirrored your movements, your interests, your life. and then, she set her sights on the one thing that was yours—jamie.

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It started with the little things.

You’d mention a new book you were reading, and suddenly, she was reading it too. You’d tell her about your favorite coffee shop, and the next day, she was posting about it on her story like she’d been going there for years. It was flattering at first — having a friend who seemed to admire you, who wanted to be around you. But then it started to feel off.

Jamie noticed before you did.

“She’s always around” he said one night, flipping through channels while you curled into his side “Like, she just appears out of nowhere. Even at the rink, and I know she doesn’t care about hockey”

You’d laughed it off “She’s just being friendly”

But then came the shifts — the way she started dressing like you, how her music taste suddenly aligned with yours, how she dropped phrases you used like they were her own. And then, Jamie.

At first, it was innocent enough. She’d ask about him, about your relationship, about what he was like when it was just the two of you. She’d make jokes about stealing him, lighthearted and playful, but the longer it went on, the less funny it became.

Because it wasn’t a joke anymore.

One night, she let it slip.

“I don’t get it” she said, swirling her drink as she sat across from you “You two are so different. He’s more… me than you”

You stared at her, a sinking feeling growing in your stomach “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged “I just think he and I have more in common, that’s all”

The words burned, sharp and cruel under the guise of casual conversation.

And then the texts started. You saw the way she’d linger when Jamie was around, how she laughed a little too hard at his jokes, how she found excuses to text him. He showed you, every time.

“She keeps asking me for ‘advice’” he told you, his face twisted in discomfort as he handed you his phone. What would you do if your friend was dating the wrong guy?

You clenched your jaw.

You weren’t imagining things.

And maybe she wasn’t saying it outright, but her intentions were clear — she wanted Jamie, and she thought she deserved him more than you did.

It all came to a head at a party.

She was standing too close, her hand on his arm, her voice low as she whispered something to him. You watched from across the room as Jamie took a step back, shaking his head.

Then, he turned and walked straight to you.

“Can we go?” he asked, jaw tight, frustration evident in his eyes.

You didn’t ask why. You already knew.

The ride home was quiet until Jamie finally spoke.

“She told me I should be with someone who ‘really gets me’” His fingers tightened on the steering wheel “She meant her”

You exhaled sharply, anger bubbling under your skin.

“Do you see it now?” Jamie asked, glancing over at you “She’s not your friend. She never was”

And he was right.

Because real friends don’t steal your life.

And they sure as hell don’t try to steal your boyfriend.

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