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2025 IIHF Ice Hockey World Championship USA vs Hungary | May 11, 2025

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Late mornings

Pairings: Joesph Woll x reader

Summary: you spend a lazy morning with your fiancé, Joesph Woll.

Word count: 986

Warnings: normal adult relationship stuff.

You blink slowly awake, fingers trailing soft lines up and down your back tenderly. You hum in contentment stretching out like a cat after a nap, letting out a small grunt and a yawn. Turning your head to see the person next to you, smiling lazily up at him.

“Good morning you” he chuckles as he brushes your hair out of your face and onto the other side of you, looking down at you with admiration across his face.

“Morning” You grin sleepily, pressing a kiss to his shoulder, the closest piece of him you could reach without moving much.

He leans down and kisses your forehead, his fingers still tracing soft patterns across your back. “Fancy some breakfast?” He asks.

“I’d love some, and coffee too please?” You ask sweetly, blinking blearily up at him.

“You know I wouldn’t forget your coffee” he chuckles and stands up, pulling on a fresh pair of boxers from the chest of draws in the corner of the room.

He grabs his phone and walks out of the bedroom, not without a passionate kiss on your lips first.

You watch him leave, sighing in content, admiring his ass as he walks. Thinking about how lucky you are, with the perfect life, and the perfect fiancé who you wouldn’t trade for the world, the person who treats you like a queen, the person that is always there for you no matter what, loves every flaw you have. You don’t know how you found the perfect man.

On a random day, owning and working at your own book store, in Toronto. Surrounded by your favourite hobby. Books and reading. One day, specifically a Tuesday, even more specific the 13th of November. A tall, dark haired, bright eyed man walked into your shop, asking for a specific book. Despite having that exact book in, he still kept coming back with new books he wanted, wasn’t till you were together that he confessed he only kept coming back to see you, he didn’t really need the books.

The thought brings another smile to your face as you sit up, stretching and cracking your back. Grabbing one of Joseph’s shirts and pulling it on, you pad your way to the bathroom and go about your business.

Heading downstairs once you’re ready, the smell of pancakes wafting through your house, enticing you to follow. Walking into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your head on his back.

“Smells great Joe” you hum against his back, splaying your hands across his abs, secretly feeling him up as you do pretty much any chance you get. Admiring his body, honed by hours of training and playing hockey.

“It’s almost ready, babe. Your coffees ready for you on the table, just the way you like it” he flips the pancakes over in the pan. Picking up one of your hands of his abs, kissing your palm, giggling from his scruffy beard tickling your hand.

“God you’re the best” kissing the centre of his back you walk over to the living room and siting down on the couch, your coffee on the coaster, steaming and ready for you to sip the nectar of God. Cut up fruit, bottle of syrup and your cutlery are set out neatly ready for you on the coffee table in front of you. Sipping on your perfectly made drink as you wait for him.

Joseph walks into the living room, two plates in his hand, he places one in your awaiting hands and sits in the spot next to you, setting his plate down on the coffee table to start loading up with the additions.

You lean over and give him a quick kiss, “thank you for breakfast” starting to load up the fruit and syrup onto the perfectly cooked pancakes as well.

He follows suit as you both tuck into the pancakes. “I have training this afternoon with the team” he reminds you as you both enjoy your breakfast. Both of you leaning against the back of the cushioned couch, your favourite sitcom on low in the background.

“I’ll have to continue this lazy day without you then” you grin over at him, a little bit of syrup on the corner of your lips.

He chuckles, leaning over towards you, swiping his thumb across your lips and collecting the small dollop, sucking on his thumb, a small smirk on his face.

Your face heats slightly at his action, your cheeks turning pink, “when I’m back I’ll come back, right to this spot, and we can continue lazying around”

“Sounds good to me” finishing off your plate of pancakes, placing it down on the coffee table, his following and climbing into his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist, holding you close, his hands running up the back of your shirt and splaying across your naked back. Chest to chest, you kiss a path up his neck to his jaw softly as he holds you close. Your favourite thing is lazy mornings like this, enjoying each others embraces without having to talk constantly. Soft touches, tender kisses, and a whole lot of cuddling.

One hand moves off your back and runs through your hair. “I could stay like this forever” he admits, glancing down at you.

You look up at him through your lashes, “we have the rest of our lives for this” you grin at him, the engagement band on your finger, a gold band with emerald stones embedded in it, your favourite colour, and as joesph likes to remind you, his favourite colour too, because it matches your eyes.

You kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him close, running your fingers up through the back of his shaggy hair. His arms holding you against him as he kisses you back just as fiercely. Life could not get any better than this.

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↳ JEREMY SWAYMAN | BRUINS TIKTOK | 4.30.25

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Bacon & Eggs

– A Quinn Hughes one shot –

Warnings: (18+) - A lil bit smutty, mentions of alcohol, all the usual adult nonsense.

A/N: I am still working my way up to writing bigger things, I just need to build my confidence up a little more so please be gentle. Constructive criticism always welcomed (just don't be an a**hole)

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The rain was bouncing off of the windows at a rapid rate as he worked his lips up your neck, jaw and eventually met with yours. Your head leaning back against the wall as he gripped your hair, pulling your head forward as you locked eyes. The room was dark, no lighting aside from the warm city glow outside as it was 3am. The usual time of seeing him, never once in the daylight. It was becoming a habit, the first time being a mistake that turned into this addiction of sorts. You began seeing him more frequently, mostly when either of you were drunk, high or in some other altered mind-state. The first night you met was in a dimly lit bar, as if like poetry, at 3am, when last orders were called. This seemed to be your time with him. No other hours reserved for the two of you than between 3-5am. You never stayed over at each other's places, never asked any questions about personal lives or goings on. It was purely a chemical attraction. You had just split up with your long-term boyfriend when you found yourself seated at the bar alone, feeling low and the girls having left hours ago. You were swirling the contents of your vodka around in the bottom of your glass much like the thoughts in your head. He sat beside you, calling the bartender over for a nightcap and had struck up a conversation somehow, before you knew it you were in the back of a taxi cab making-out with this handsome stranger. 

He guided you over to the bed, your arms and legs wrapped around him tugging at his light blue shirt, his lips attached to any piece of your bare skin that was exposed. You let out a few moans as you managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and off of him, revealing his perfectly chiseled upper body. You knew very little about him but you knew he was a hockey player, you didn’t know if for an AHL or NHL team but you didn’t particularly care about the details. The only thing you cared about was how he made you feel when he was fucking you, touching you, kissing you - how he made you feel more than your ex ever did during the intimate moments. It was refreshing, addicting even. 

“Quinn!” You yelp as he gets to one of your sensitive spots on your ribs, your body erupting in goosebumps. 

“Fuck, sorry.” He pouted his lips and fluttered his lashes as you gripped lightly on his hair, pushing his head down in between your open legs and let out a moan as he began to tease you with his tongue. A sense of euphoria came whenever he was in between your legs, something no man had ever made you feel. Once he was happy that you were close enough he began to nip away at your thighs as he unbuckled his belt, taking off his trousers as if he had been starved of how you felt. Your eyes lit up and you propped yourself forward, leaning on your elbows and watching him stroke his cock as he gazed at you lying there, fully naked, all his for the night. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” His words breathy as he climbed on top of you, the butterflies in your stomach grew. You smirk, pulling him into a deep kiss as he slowly pushed his length inside of you, causing you to bite his lip gently between pants and whines. Your nails dug into his back with one hand and gripped his hair with another as he began to tease you by thrusting slowly. He snickered as he watched your face change as he pleasured you which only got him off more. “Quinn.” You almost threw your head back as he hit a certain spot that felt like sheer ecstasy, “Right there.” 

That night turned out to be a different one from what you were used to, unsure if you both needed the extra time of companionship or just more touch than usual but you somehow ended up falling asleep intertwined with one another's naked bodies. You woke up to a horrendous alarm tone blaring from Quinn’s phone which made you bolt upright in an instant. “Jesus Christ.” You begin rubbing your eyes, feeling the mascara crumbling onto your cheeks as you adjust to the daylight pouring in his bedroom windows. You hear a groan coming from behind you and stirring beneath the sheets as he hits snooze, you turn to see his face smushed into his pillows, two arms tucked underneath them as if he was trying to cuddle something, anything. You look around the room, examining the contents of it and realising you had never actually been at his place in the daylight and your flight mode seemed to kick in. You hopped off the bed as quietly as you could manage, your bare feet meeting the cool wooden flooring as you scrambled to grab your clothing that was thrown across the floor, dresser and somehow, your panties on the lamp of the bedside table. You began getting dressed and heard him stir behind you once again, clearing his throat. 

“You need to go so soon?” He questioned, propping his head up on his elbow, his torso exposed and tempting. You wanted nothing more than to fuck him one more time before you left, but this was already out of your comfort zone – seeing him in the daylight. 

“Uh…” You wiggled your hips, pulling your jeans up and buttoning them. You stood frozen for a moment as he patted the luscious bed sheets, bearing nothing but a toothy smile and some morning wood. 

He laughed the more you stayed silent, sitting himself up properly and pulling the bedsheets over him. “I don’t bite, damn.” 

You furrowed your brow at his comment, mostly in confusion at his prior question but also because he did bite. And you liked it. “Well, actually… you kinda do, y’know, bite.” An awkward laugh came from your chest as you approached the bed, sitting on the side in just your jeans and your lacy pink bra. You had your top in your hand, unsure whether you should put it back on or he wanted a continuation from last night. “I thought you liked that?” He questioned, shuffling closer to you. You felt your cheeks warm, “I do, I just– I think I’m just a bit confused at what you’re asking me.” 

“Well, you always seem to dash out of here so quickly, I guess I was hedging my bets in asking you to stay for breakfast.” He began scratching his beard, you could tell he was growing a bit embarrassed of the question now that you were giving him resistance on the initial offer. 

“I just assumed that because you had an alarm set you might have plans, I thought it would be best if I left.” Your voice was low, quiet almost towards the last part of your sentence. 

“Well, this is me saying that I wake up at the same time every day and I would like it… if you stayed for breakfast.” He seemed almost shy with his words, his voice hoarse and unsteady. He scanned around the room for a moment before meeting your eyes again, you fiddled with the label on your top before nodding your head in agreement. ‘Fuck it, why not? What’s one time? Why not?’ You thought to yourself. 

“Okay.” Your response allowed his eyes to light up in a way you hadn’t seen. He hopped out of bed, grabbing his boxers and a pair of plaid pyjama bottoms. 

You sat on the wooden bar stool at his kitchen island, adoring the view of downtown Vancouver out of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The rain had passed from last night and the sun was now out, drying the concrete as the cherry blossoms bloomed, lining the edges of the water. Smells of bacon and eggs frying, toast under the grill and coffee greeted your nostrils and made your mouth water. After two consecutive months fucking this man every other night at stupid o’clock, you felt it strange to see him in the morning, in his own space, doing something he loved. He was whistling a particular song you couldn’t quite make out but definitely knew as you felt your foot tapping along to the rhythm. You admired his toned back muscles and pale complexion as he attended to your food, grabbing different seasonings from a very fancy looking spice rack nestled next to the cooker. 

“How do you take your coffee? Do you want a glass of orange juice, too?” He still seemed so unsure, nervous almost, in his questions as if he was trying to make a good impression. 

“Just coffee is fine. Some creamer and no sugar, thanks.” You smiled, as he caught a glimpse of you over his shoulder. “You got it.” He grabbed the creamer out of the refrigerator, pouring just the right amount into your mug and spinning around on his heels to pass you it. You began to sip away as he plated up both your breakfasts, making sure to have the cutlery ready in his hands as he brought the two plates over. 

“Thank you.” You turned to him with a kind smile tugging at your lips as you looked down at your plate. You noticed your eggs, sunny side up, laid out next to one another representing two eyes. One bacon strip placed down below as a smile and another bacon strip halved into two representing the eye brows you began to giggle and realised he was awaiting your reaction as you looked over to him. 

“Good, huh?” He seemed so pleased with himself putting a smile on your face and you wanted to humour him.

“It’s cute, thank you.” You both began to eat the meal he had made and sip away at your coffee, getting to know one another more. It was weird at first, but in a way it was nice, more-so. Nice to finally get to know the man who had only gotten to know your body, how you liked to be touched and pleasured. Now he knew how you liked your coffee, your bacon and eggs. It wasn’t a lot, but it was definitely a start.

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Come home with me tonight

— A one shot —

With a light jog down the street, your worn-in black denim jacket held over your head as a make-shift hood and heels tapping against the concrete you made it to the bar, somewhat dry. There was some rain drops still lingering on the ends of your hair, your dress and exposed toes but that wouldn’t dampen the night. You were running a little behind schedule but had messaged the group chat prior stating that you would be. You weren’t lucky enough to get a taxi at that time on a Friday night, especially due to the rain being so heavy at the back end of summer. But you were there. You opened the door, the windows partially steamed up, the lighting dim and headed up to the bar. It was surprisingly quiet, you caught sight of your friends sitting in one of the booths at the back as some of them waved over. You held up two fingers, signalling you wouldn’t be long and placed your order with the bartender. With your colourful — generously poured — cocktail in hand you made your way over, greeting some of your closest.

The hours passed by quickly and so did the drinks. There was a nice buzz that had formed within the booth, the bar growing busier as the night went on. You decided to get a round of drinks and stood up, realising you were slightly tipsier then you initially thought. One of your closest friends Viv caught ahold of your arm as you rubbed your forehead, giggling. “I’ll come up with you. There is no shot you’re carrying 8 drinks back here by yourself.”

“Well, actually” You sang, “I was going to get that cute bartender to help bring them over, Viv.” You wiggled a finger at her, matter-of-factly.

She began laughing as she tugged on your arm, “Look at you putting yourself out there!”

It must’ve been the first time since you and Brock split you had actually been attracted to anyone else. It was hard on you, it was hard on him, too. Regardless, you took a month or so to process everything, the years spent together, what went wrong and how to heal, grow and move on from a lost love.

You and Viv made your way up to the bar, arms linked, laughing as you attempted to rattle off everyone’s drinks orders from memory. You managed to squeeze in at the bar, waiting your turn to be served. “Oh, I really gotta pee.” You said, spinning round on your heels and heading to the toilet, “I’ll be back in a minute.” You shouted back to Viv over the music and chatter that filled the bar.

After you had been to the toilet, you washed your hands and stared at your reflection in the mirror. This was the prettiest you had felt in a while, make-up fully done — eyeliner perfect, might you add — and your black hair straightened, in a centre parting and hoop earrings complimenting the outfit you had chosen. You couldn’t go wrong with a little black dress. You adjusted your dress as one of the spaghetti straps had fallen off your shoulder. You took a deep breath before reapplying your red lipstick and headed out. The corridor to the bathrooms was narrow, dimly lit and warm, you were searching for something in your clutch as you walked back to the bar. You should have been paying attention because suddenly you were taken back a few steps before stumbling down to the ground, your clutch and a familiar phone followed you down with a soft thud.

“I am so sorry.” His voice spoke. You looked up and Brock was holding out a hand before registering that it was you.

“I- Uh. I,” You could not formulate a proper word or sentence, your mouth agape and heart pounding from your chest. You pushed yourself up from the ground, ignoring his hand still offered out to you.

“Brock, I-” Your eyes darted between him, your clutch on the floor and back to him again. You bent down quickly gaining repossession of your clutch and handing him his phone in the process. You straightened out your dress. He looked good, different, but good. He was wearing white chinos, rolled up slightly at the bottom, paired with white trainers and a creamy coloured shirt. He was looking tan, he always caught the sun well.

“I’m so sorry, Eve. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

You sigh, “It’s fine.” Flight mode kicked in, you began to walk away from the situation as you didn’t really know how to act around him. Seeing him for the first time in months made your heart ache more than you thought it would but you guess it would’ve had to have happened at some point. Matt then walks down the hallway, shouting after Brock, “Dude, you still not pissed yet?” He stops in his tracks as he sees you.

“Eve!” Pulling you into a tight hug, you hadn’t really spoken to Matt as he was Brock’s closest friend and teammate but you had missed his presence. “Matt” You smiled softly into his chest before pulling away, you needed out of the hallway before the walls closed in on you completely.

He clears his throat as he looks over to Brock standing a distance behind and then back to you, “You doing okay? You’re looking well.” His smile genuine.

“I’m okay.” You feel a sad smile tugging at the corners of your lips, barely a whisper of words. You patted Matt’s back before walking off at a hurried pace, wanting to vacate the situation as soon as you could. You make it back to the bar and join Viv just as she’s about to pay. “Let me.” You intervene, waving your debit card near the machine.

“What took you so long?” Viv grabbed the tray of drinks, carefully turning to you and attempting not to bump into anyone.

“Brock” You swallowed a lump in your throat.

“He called you?” Her eyes widened as you two began walking back to the booth.

“No, he’s here.” You kept your eyes focused to your feet the whole way back in hopes of not catching a glimpse of him again, your heart was still pounding out of your chest, the knot in your stomach tightening as thoughts began to swirl.

“He’s here?” Viv’s voice raised louder than it should have. You hushed her before responding, “And Matt.”

“Fuck, you all right?” You made it back to the booth, Viv’s eyes began darting around the bar as she placed the tray of drinks on the table. You kept your eyes glued to the drinks, passing them out to your other friends before discarding the tray on the spare seat that was acting as a coat hanger.

You nod, trying to pretend to not care as much as you did that you had seen him, or Matt.

The night was coming to an end, groups filtered out of the bar as it approached closing time and last orders were called. Most of your friends had gone by now, it was just you, Viv and Lucy left at the table. Lucy announced her departure, grabbing her coat and throwing it over her shoulder.

“My Uber is here, I love you guys. Please text me when you both make it home safe.” She reached out to hug you and whispered in your ear, “I’m only a phone call away if you need me.” You closed your eyes tightly as you rubbed her back, letting her walk out the door. Viv turned to you, sipping the last of her vodka coke that was extremely watered down by ice, “Do you want a ride home?” She smiled softly, her eyes glazed. You were surprised she wasn’t more drunk considering the amount she had to drink.

“Nah, it’s okay.” You’d rather not share a car with her and her boyfriend due to how you were feeling. The thoughts of Brock still swirling around in your mind, your heart and the pit of your stomach. The few hours since you had bumped into one another there was stolen glances across the bar, drunken smiles and lowered inhibitions telling you to go speak to him. Your body was craving him, it missed his presence, his touch.

Viv quickly departed and you were sat alone in the booth, the lights dimming more to signify closing time. You ran your finger in circles around the rim of your glass, staring aimlessly at a tear in the leather of the seat across from you before deciding to head out yourself.

A clearing of the throat, “Eve?” Your eyes snap away from the torn leather and up to him.

Chalk it up to the alcohol, but you didn’t experience the shock that you had earlier seeing him again. “Can I sit?” He asked, gesturing to the chair next to you that only held your jacket and clutch now. You nod and take a sip, finishing the rest of your drink and pushing it away from you.

The silence was deafening as he attempted to find the correct words for the moment. You assumed he hadn’t really thought this through just like you didn’t when you spoke to break the silence, “I miss you.” You didn’t even have the courage to look at him, your attention averting back to the ripped leather as the words left your lips. A few moments of silence pass again as you make eye contact with him, he pushes his glasses up slightly on his nose and takes a large gulp, finishing his drink. “Eve, please-” You knew that tone of voice all too well and felt the tears forming at the backs of your eyes.

“Pretend I didn’t say anything.” Your voice exhausted, standing up you grab your clutch and jacket. He reaches out and takes your wrist gently, looking up at you. All the texts you never sent, the things you had thought of to say after the break-up came rushing back to your mind, as clear as day, just from a simple touch. You always felt so lost when you looked into his eyes way back when and right then was no different. Although, this time you felt like you were drowning in a sea of confusion and uncertainty. You begin to walk away, shaking him off of your wrist and head for the door. You feel the lump in your throat growing bigger and the tears threatening to spill over at any moment. Continuous deep breaths and you manage to hold back the tears until you exit the bar. The warm air hit you like a tonne of bricks, the pavement still glistening from the downpour earlier, not quite dry yet. You pull out your phone, attempting to order an Uber at an urgent pace. The bar door slams and locks shut behind you as you stand, waiting patiently. A 10 minute ETA felt like a lifetime.

You turned around on your heels, deciding to stand in the doorway of the bar to stay off of the pavement. You were met once again with Brock, a look of regret in his eyes.

You bit your lower lip, ruffling your hair slightly as he closed the distance between the both of you and placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against your chin, grazing your lip softly. “Eve,” the way your name rolled off his tongue made you wish you were able to still hear it everyday, for the rest of your days. You don’t know what possessed either of you in that moment but you leaned up on your tiptoes and closed the space with a kiss. It was soft, gentle, your lips and tongues in a well rehearsed dance. The kiss deepened as his hand wrapped around your waist, yours tugging on his shirt lightly. In that moment the entire world around you melted away, complete, comfortable silence. Just you, him and a kiss that you knew wouldn’t allow things to be the way they once were, but was needed amidst the madness of the night.

“Come home with me tonight.” He whispers, your foreheads touching as your lips brushed. You nod in compliance as your fingers ran through his hair and any feelings of doubt washed away.

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