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9 + 24 mcgryz?

fun fact! this was sent in september 2019 but i felt like writing a quick drabble so here it is, finally. i really do mean it when i say i’ll get through all the old asks someday lmaooo. this prompt is for settling in for a cozy night together + “i never want you to feel like you’re not good enough”

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“You don’t have to do this,” Charlie says, blush rising to his cheeks. Matt had planned on going out for an evening run, but once he noticed that Charlie seemed off, he came to sit next to him on the couch instead. “Really, I’m fine. You can go for your run.”

“No, something’s off,” Matt says again. He places a hand on Charlie’s shoulder, a comforting gesture without pushing too hard. “It’s not a hockey thing, is it?”

They’ve been playing well, winning most of their games, and they’re at the top of the league. Still, Charlie hasn’t scored a goal yet this season, and Matt knows that he can be a bit of a perfectionist.

Charlie sighs. “It’s just… a lot of pressure, you know?” He doesn’t have to say with Zee gone; Matt knows what he means. It’s a lot of pressure for anyone to fill, being the team’s number one defenseman, and Charlie is still so young.

“I never want you to feel like you’re not good enough,” Matt says, moving his hand to run it through Charlie’s hair. “Because you are good enough. Anyone who says otherwise isn’t a part of our team. They don’t know you. And you know that Zee would never stand for you thinking otherwise. The team is doing well, you’re doing well; the goal will come.”

“Just like last season, right?” Charlie offers a weak smile.

“This time it’ll be at home,” Matt promises, “so we can celebrate properly.”

Charlie laughs, and it’s not as full as his usual laugh, but it’s progress. “I’ll make sure not to score on the road then.”

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kinda want to do a short halloweeny thing but i dont know enough about vampires, werewolves have a connotation that i dont want to get into, and ive already written a costume party connection so idk

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oh also i don’t think you ever revealed like what place the olympic medals were which almost made it more poignant? like they could’ve been bronze and he would’ve had the same reaction as if they were gold just because like. he /did that/

he did that!!!!

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i really loved how you didn’t write them having won the cup in your latest mcgryz fic. i feel like so often fics like that always have the cup as being this big thing they forgot but it was really refreshing in this one that it was the olympics. it also seemed more in character kind of? given how charlie has mentioned the olympics before. it also almost felt like it would’ve been too neat a bow if that makes sense for him to have won after waking up thinking he just lost the cup. really enjoyed

yo thank you 🥺 I definitely thought about it but 1. I didnt want to jinx anything and 2. what if they don’t win the cup ever? that wouldn’t make them lesser players and in the context of the fic i wanted to make charlie’s idea of success and contentment less about his career and more about the relationships he has with his family and friends and of course matt :)

additionally i am very excited for nhlers to return to the olympics and would LOVE to see charlie get to be on the roster. big fan of the olympics in general so, yeah.

thanks so much for reading and for leaving this note!! <3

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into the ether

rating: explicit

relationship: mcgryz

word count: 12572

summary: This is an AU about fixing your life and falling in love. Again.

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into the ether

rating: explicit

relationship: mcgryz

word count: 12572

summary: This is an AU about fixing your life and falling in love. Again.

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the ghosts of you and me

Chapters: ½ Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: carraville Summary: An untimely blizzard forces Jamie’s hand to do the one thing he never thought he would again: spend the night at Gary’s place.

He can still barely feel his toes, and when he steps out of his shoes his wet socks leave marks on Gary’s floor. “Right,” Gary says, polite and business like, as he carefully hangs the keys on their hook by the door. “I can take your coat and I imagine you fancy a shower.” He takes Jamie’s coat and disappears upstairs with a speed that would have made Sir Alex proud in their playing days.

This fic is archive locked – if you don’t have an ao3 account and would like to read it, please dm me and i will get it to you.  It is also complete - check back on 8/17 for the second and last chapter! 

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MORNING CALL

Relationship: Danton Heinen/Sean Kuraly

Rating: General Audiences

Words: 898

Summary: Sean calls Danton after a tough loss against Tampa.

for: @fridgefishwrites

AO3

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really really

rating: teen

word count: 3070

relationship: jack & sean (as friends), kureinen (mentioned) 

summary: Jack leans back and his floppy hair goes everywhere against the white duvet. He’s full of himself in a way that Sean can’t put his finger on. Halfway bashful and halfway… something else.

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Follies

Rating: Teen

Word count: 6327

Relationship: Waggle

Summary:

He wanted to climb in bed with Charlie, wanted him to put his hands back on him. To wrap him up in himself, to breathe the same air. He wanted to rest his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck and sleep without an alarm. He wanted to stay with him for this night, and the next night, and the next. Shit.

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Follies

Rating: Teen

Word count: 6327

Relationship: Waggle

Summary:

He wanted to climb in bed with Charlie, wanted him to put his hands back on him. To wrap him up in himself, to breathe the same air. He wanted to rest his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck and sleep without an alarm. He wanted to stay with him for this night, and the next night, and the next. Shit.

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Follies

Rating: Teen

Word count: 6327

Relationship: Waggle

Summary:

He wanted to climb in bed with Charlie, wanted him to put his hands back on him. To wrap him up in himself, to breathe the same air. He wanted to rest his head in the crook of Charlie’s neck and sleep without an alarm. He wanted to stay with him for this night, and the next night, and the next. Shit.

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me writing every single fic: but what if there was a body of water

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so i know i said i was super close to finishing knights (which is still mostly true) but the next thing i will be posting is a new waggle that i’m pretty psyched about and it’ll be posted in july for the rarepair thing

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I just want to sell out my funeral 🎸

Danton attempts to reassure Coyle, but Coyle doesn’t bite as he walks over. “He’s gonna yell at you all night as if his opinion fucking matters because he played to a crowd that’s going to forget him by tomorrow.”

I kinda wanted to make Coyle sound slightly incoherent with anger and tbh i still think i did a good job at it! 

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on the kitchen floor!

Thank you!!

In the end, it doesn’t matter the exact moment. Because he’s still here now, surrounded by Tupperware and chest deep in feelings he didn’t ask for.

Send me one of my fics and I’ll post the line I’m most proud of

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... fuck it I’m posting it. Part 2 of cat AU, inspired by the pic at the end

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Matt gets home after another long day, relaxing slightly when he sees Tiny trot towards him. He kneels down to pet him.

“Hey, buddy,” he says. “How was your day? Huh? Did you have a good day?”

“I did, actually,” he hears Anders say from down the hall. Matt looks up to see him leaning against the wall, and, great. He’s been watching him this whole time.

“I meant Tiny. But I’m glad to hear you had a good day, too. Better than mine.”

Anders walks down the short hallway as Matt stands up to hug him. “Oh, love,” he says, kissing the top of his head. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Matt sighs. “Just busy. I have to go to a client meeting out in Amherst tomorrow.”

“Oh, that sucks. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. The good news is I get free lunch out of it.”

Anders laughs. “Free food is always good. Speaking of food, what do you want for dinner?”

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The next morning, Matt wakes up early to try to beat the traffic. He’s going against traffic, technically, but he’d rather be early than late. Anders is just waking up when he has to leave, so he kisses his forehead, smiling at the way Anders looks up at him, hair going in every direction. He tries his very best not to lose it at how adorable he is this early in the morning. He’s moderately successful.

“I’ll be home late,” he whispers. “I love you.”

“Love you, too,” Anders mumbles back.

Matt goes down to the garage to his car before he realizes he forgot his coffee. He runs back up to grab it, then heads on his way.

The good thing about driving west in the morning is that the sun isn’t in his eyes, and there aren’t too many cars heading in his direction. Once he gets outside of the Boston city limits it’s pretty much smooth sailing. He makes it to Amherst in no time. Just as he pulls into the parking lot, he gets a call from Anders.

“Hey,” he says as he picks up. “What’s up?”

Anders doesn’t say anything. Matt checks to make sure they weren’t disconnected. “Honey?”

“I can’t find Tiny,” Anders says.

Matt starts to panic. “Oh, no.” He frantically tries to remember if he had seen him that morning. “I gave him breakfast, but I don’t know if I saw him after that. Did you check the garage?” The backyard?”

“Yeah, he’s not there. I don’t know where he could be.”

“Have the neighbors seen him? Maybe he got out.”

“I don’t know. I’ll check with them. I’m calling in sick today to look for him.”

“Okay. Call me if you hear anything, yeah? Actually, text me, I’ll be in my meeting.”

“I will.”

Matt is about to say goodbye when he hears a soft meow. “Oh, is that him?”

“Is what him?”

“That meow. Did you find him?”

“There was no meow, love.”

Maybe Matt’s losing his mind. But then he hears it again. He feels himself fill up with dread as he turns around.

Tiny is sitting in the backseat, looking absolutely petrified.

“Anders,” Matt says slowly. “You’re never gonna believe this.”

“No way. How did you not notice?!”

“He was so quiet!”

“Matt, I was having a fucking heart attack! He was with you the whole time?”

“I don’t even know how he got in the car!” he protests, before remembering he had to go back to grab his coffee. He had left the door open since he was coming right back. “Shit, he must have snuck in when I went back upstairs.”

“Clearly!”

Tiny meows again, so Matt taps on the console to get him to jump up with him. He scratches his head a few times to try to calm him down. “What am I supposed to do with him? I can’t take him to my meeting.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Anders sighs. “I already called out. I’ll come out there and pick him up.”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

“Well, where else are you going to put him?”

“Good point.” Matt checks his clock. “Shit, I don’t think you’re gonna make it in time. My meeting starts in half an hour.”

“Shit. I’m leaving now, but I’ll never make it there by then.” Matt hears the car door shut. “Can you, I dunno, ask your boss or something? Promise he’ll be a good boy?”

“I suppose. Just, try to get here as fast as you can? Safely.”

“Will do. Love you.” Anders hangs up.

Matt sighs, then looks down at Tiny. He looks back up at him, seeming to be slightly more relaxed.

“You wanna come to my meeting?” he asks, scratching his head again. Tiny purrs in response. “Let me ask Charlie first, okay?” He picks up the phone again and calls him.

“Charlie Coyle speaking.”

“Hey Charlie, it’s Matt. I, uh, I have a problem with today’s meeting.”

“Oh, are you lost? I can get you directions.”

“No, no, I’m here, I just - so is my cat.”

“What?”

“He snuck in the car before I left. I didn’t know he was there until I got all the way out here. Anders is coming to get him but I don’t know what to do with him in the meantime.”

Charlie is quiet for a bit, before he bursts out laughing. “Oh, man,” he says. “You’re gonna be the highlight of the meeting for sure. And I thought it was gonna be that free lunch.”

“So he can come?”

“Of course. You can’t just leave him in the car.”

“Thank you.” Matt had honestly been expecting that to take more convincing. “Anders made me promise he’ll be a good boy.”

“I believe you. See you in a few.” He hangs up.

“Good news, buddy, you’re coming with me.”

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And the pic: