#brock faber fic

[cuttergauthier]

Flowers & Breakfast

Female reader x Brock Faber

Warning: fluff Brock

word count: 0.2k

let me know what you guys think🤍

My alarm woke me up at 7 a.m. today I have to be at class for 8:30 a.m. to complete my last ever exam before I graduate.

Brock slept over last night so he could help me study, when I turned around to cuddle before I had to get out of bed to get ready he wasn’t there. I heard some noises coming from the kitchen so I lazily got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen.

When I got there I saw a bouquet of flowers on the counter and Brock cooking breakfast. I quietly made my way behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed his back.

“Good morning” I said softly.

“Good morning babe, go sit down, I’m almost done cooking breakfast.” He said smiling softly at me. He turned around and kissed me on the forehead before pushing me toward the island so I could sit down, making me chuckle.

“You didn’t have to do this” I said smiling.

“Of course I did, you’ve been stressed out lately about this exam, so I thought I would help make it better, the flowers are for you” he said smiling.

“Thank you babe”

“Always, you’re going to ace that exam today, I just know it” 

“I hope so” 

“you will, don’t doubt yourself, you’ve been studying non-stop, you’re ready” he said before setting down a plate with breakfast in front of me.

“Now eat and go get ready, I’ll drive you to class” he said kissing my forehead again.

“I love you”

“I love you more” he said smiling.

[simmyfrobby]

— [Again and again, even though we know love’s landscape], Rainer Maria Rilke (trans. Edward Snow)

Ecclesiastes 1:9 by WolfSpider

Hockey Poetry Post ?/?

img. links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

[losersroom]

could u directors cut the conversation of gay90s where it's like "I’ve been thinking about April. You know, before I left." to "“Absolutely,” says Brock, who has never understood anything less in his life"....whatever pieces of that that u want to!! i just love that conversation and would love to hear ur behind the scenes!!!!

GOD so like. alright that whole fic grew out of a conversation me and g were having Forever ago about this post, particularly the second point. and i was like, oh hey, that reminds me of this story i wanted to write about brock going to the gay 90's. and then i sat on it for like two more months.

so the important thing to take away from this is that it was only ever supposed to be that first part, where brock and jonas run into each other and then jonas sucks him off and they kind of subtly agree to not talk about it, the end. but like, i am at heart a gigantic sap and i wrote up to there and realized i couldn't leave it on the final line of. it can never happen again. because i too have been gay and closeted and sad about it, and i didnt want to give all that to brock.

(the other thing, which you didn't ask about but here it is, is like. a lot of these thoughts and attitudes i gave brock in that fic were just... how i felt, about myself and queerness and everything, at age 21/22, born and raised in the midwest. and like obviously i grew up and got over it and i'm extremely queer and trans and married now, and i want to think, hey, in this universe i'm constructing, it can get better for brock, too. we just have to get him there.)

anyway i had to then construct like. a narrative throughline from blowjobs to some sort of mutual understanding. ive said this before but i always think it's fun in these things to like, present brock's opinions and perspective and expectations and just pepper in around the edges hints of what jonas is actually thinking and feeling and doing, which. doesn't always line up. and then make people guess what's going on in his head, same way as brock is guessing. what i HOPE people took from that scene is that, you know, that whole summer brock spent thinking about jonas, jonas was thinking about him, too. trying to work out in his head if brock being there was a one-time thing or if there's an opportunity to have something more. and i DONT want to get into whether or not i think jonas actually has a history in this continuity with any of the people that brock imagines he might, because i think it's more fun to leave people room to draw their own conclusions, but he definitely has more experience with Being Queer In The NHL than brock does, and navigating that world, and being just. careful about it. exercising caution. he might want to mess around with brock again, but he has to approach it with discretion, you know, in case brock... Isn't into that. (but in my heart, because i'm me, i also like to think that jonas is interested because it's brock, not just because he's there and potentially the only one of their teammates available. u know. in my heart everybody's in love, im a romantic, i can't help it.)

so that scene was just intended as like. connective tissue. but it wound up being my favorite part of the entire fic lol. just the... palpable awkwardness of trying to figure out if a guy is interested in you. being on the same page without really being on the same page. and then jonas choosing to just hang out awkwardly and watch a terrible movie at 2 am with brock not just because he cant think of another way to extract himself from the situation now that its clear theyre not going to fuck, but because he sincerely likes spending time with this idiot, lmao. that's Real. that's a move i would have done, when i was dating.

[experiencingpenguinshockey]

new fic alert!!

oh, but you're good to me (brock faber/jonas brodin, rated E, 8k words)

summary:

Jonas holds back a sigh. “It was one game, kid.” “I’m twenty-one,” Brock mutters. Of course that’s the part of the sentence that he chooses to respond to. Fuck Jonas’s veteran wisdom, apparently. “Want me to call you rookie instead?” “I want—” Brock says, and then he snaps his mouth shut. Jonas’s hand is still on his shoulder.

in the last month or so i have fallen hard and fast into an obsession with these two. i've had so much fun rotating them around in my head, and now some of that rotation has produced a complete fic that other people can rotate around in their heads if they so wish. go forth and experience the beauty of 725 <3

[puckbunnyera]

♡ Minnesota Wild ♡

key: fluff- ♥ angst- ☁ smut- ✗ smau- ❁

Matt Boldy

♡ Enough ♥☁

summary: to him, you will always be enough

[kniesys]

hi i posted a fic for the first time in a while you should go check it out :)) https://archiveofourown.org/works/46723594

[stillfertile]

A fic you’ve read recently and enjoyed?

American or European badger?

Player you haven’t drawn yet but would like to?

1. just read this jomal fic which was super cute :3 and hockey-wise? thisssss dewey^2 fic which I loved B)

2. american badger, wide <3

3. brock faber :3 and for bball steph curry :D

ask me 3 things

[quinnylouhughesx43]

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[isconnormcdavidok]

I am not the writer to write this but regardless of how you feel about NHL progressivism or lack there of, being a queer rookie in the NHL in 2012/2013 and 2022/2023 would be very different experiences and I want a Jonas Brodin and Brock Faber fic that deals with that

[cuttergauthier]

Let Me In

Female reader x Brock Faber

Warning: against, fluff, toxic parent, unwanted, trust issues, bully parents, mention of covid

word count: 2.7k

Reader doesn't have a good relationship with her parents, If this triggers you in someway i suggest not reading!

let me know what you guys think🤍

She's broken, she grew up with parent's who didn't care about her. She couldn't talk to them when something was wrong, they just told her to go away. They would make fun of her if she ever talked to a guy or did certain things, if she did something embarrassing, they wouldn't help her they would laugh or ground her if other people told them she did something that would embarrass them. They could care less about her all they cared about was themselves. They always told her they didn't want her, the only person in her life who really cared about her is her grandpa. When she was 5 years old, he put her in hockey, she fell in love with the game. Hockey became her safe space, when she couldn't stand being with her parents she would go to the rink and play hockey.

When I was 18 years old, still in high school I got recruited to commit to Minnesota university to play hockey. I was born in Larchmont New York, so when I got the opportunity to commit at a university that was around a 10-hour drive away, I took it, it meant I was going to be far away from my parents and that was exactly what I wanted.

The only person who meant the world to me was my grandpa, he was always there for me when my parents weren't, he was a big hockey fan he used to play when he was a kid, he tried teaching my dad, but he never wanted to play, so when my parents had me, he thought me.

My grandpa and I always bonded about hockey, when I got the chance to commit a small part of me didn't want to because I would be leaving my him, but he was so proud, he wanted me to think of myself and what I wanted, not about him, he wanted me to follow my dream, told me he'd visit every chance he got, so I did.

Once I graduated high school and moved to Minnesota my parents didn't even say goodbye to me, they were happy I was leaving because they didn't have to see me anymore. My Grandpa had a lot of money, he had his own real estate business, so when I moved to Minnesota, he helped me find an apartment so I wouldn't have to live in a dorm.

The apartment was close to campus, which was great, I have a car which I drove down when I first moved. There was a chance I wouldn't be going back to New York during the summer except for when I wanted to visit my grandpa. The last thing my parents told me before I left was that they hoped I'd stay in Minnesota.

Because of everything with my parents, I have trust issues, when I started at Minnesota, I made myself a promise that I wouldn't tell anyone about my past, the only friends I had back home were my teammates on my high school hockey team. I didn't want anyone to think any different of me because of what I went through with my parents.

I was friends with the girls on my team, but we weren't best friends where we tell each other everything. I got invited to parties which were a lot of fun, I even became friends with some of the guys on the men's hockey team.

The summer after my freshman year I went back to New York to spend some time with my grandpa before coming back to Minnesota.

After my sophomore, I started living in Minnesota full time only going back to visit my grandpa, he was glad I was finally happy.

Senior year

Today there was a party at the sophomore's house on the men's hockey team. Everyone on campus was invited, since I was friends with the boys, I thought I'd go. The only guy I didn't really like on the team was Brock Faber, he was staying for his senior year instead of going to the NHL.

Brock had always tried to get to know more about me, but I didn't want him to know about my past which is why I can't stand him. He never leaves me alone, always tries to get me to talk about my life back home. I never told anyone, the other boys on the team don't pry, I think they know I might have gone through something so they didn't want to ask me about it in case it might be something bad, they tried to get to know more but when they realise, I didn't want to say anything they let It go except for Brock.

The boys are great, and I can tell they care about me, I care about them too. I like Brock. I've always had a crush on him since the minute we first got introduced by his Teammate Jaxon Nelson. Jaxon and I had a class together when I was a freshman, so we became friends. I just really wish he wouldn't try and dig into my life.

I got to the sophomore's house with one of my friends Allison, she's also a sophomore, we both play on the women's hockey team. I've been captain since Junior year, when she was a freshman, so I took her in when we first started playing together. She was a sweet girl.

As soon as we walked in, we made our way to the kitchen to get drinks. Logan Cooley saw me, he's a sophomore, he's sweet. He smiled at me and made his way over.

"There's are favourite girl" he said happily before throwing his arm around me

"Wow feel the love Logan" Allison scoffed

"Oh, don't worry Alli, I know a guy who is going to be really happy to see you" he replied smirking, which made me chuckle.

It was obvious that Ryan Chesley has a crush on her, and she had one on him.

"Shut up Logan" she said before going to grab a drink, leaving me alone with Logan.

"So are we planning on getting drunk to the point we don't remember the next morning? Or drunk where we still remember tomorrow?" I ask him

"Drunk where we still remember tomorrow, I don't think we need a repeat of what happened with briss last year" he replied making me throw my head back laughing

"Good point" I replied still chuckling

"let's go get you a drink" he said dragging me to the fridge. He grabbed a white claw and give it to me.

"Here you go, drink up" he said

"Thank you" you replied before taking a big drink

we continued talking, a few other boys joined us, after a while all the boys left except Brock. I hate being alone with him because I know he's going to try and ask me question about my past.

"So, what was so bad about you're past that you never want to talk about it?" he ask smirking

"I don't want to talk about it Brock, leave it alone" I said trying to walk away but he grabbed my hand to stop me

"I just want to know more about you"

"Well just stop okay!" I said snapped getting out of his grip and going somewhere else where he wouldn't bother me.

I saw Allison talking with Ryan making me smile. I made my way over to her to tell her I was heading out, I didn't want to have to deal with Brock again tonight.

"Hey, I'm going to head home I am starting to get tired" she looked at me curiously

"I can come with" she said

"No don't worry about it, stay I can tell you're having fun" I said winking

She gave me a hug before I headed home.

Once I got home, I change into some shorts and a hoodie and sat down in the living room to watch some tv.

About 30 minutes later there was a knock on a door.

I opened the door only to find Brock.

"Seriously Brock, I don't want to talk to you right now"

"Can I just come in and talk to you? Please" he pleaded

I opened the door wider so he could come in.

I made my way to the kitchen with him following me. If I must listen to him again, I need something strong. I grabbed the bottle of tequila I had in the cabinet and took a drink out of the bottle.

"Seriously I can't talk to you sober?" he asked in disbelief

"If you're going to ask me about my past again or why I am the way I am, I need the tequila" I said making him scoff

"My god Y/n, what is going on with you, we all care about you, yet you keep secrets from us, you never tell any of us anything!" he said losing his patience

"It's not keeping secrets when it's my personal life. God what is so wrong with wanting to keep some personal things to myself without having everyone know!" I argue before taking another drink of tequila

"Because we care...we can all tell there is something wrong, you never share anything. You like to keep to yourself, it's like we barely know you"

"You know what I want you guys to know, some things I like to keep to myself, you're the only one who kept bothering me about this, everyone else let it go, so you need too if you can't then we just won't be friends anymore." I said softly

"Fine then I guess we are not friends anymore." He said before storming out with the door slamming behind him.

I let out a quiet sob before sinking to the floor crying. Why did my parents have to ruin me from trusting someone.

I really like Brock, he was my favourite on the men's team. I have a crush on him, I just wish he wouldn't ask me about my past.

I decided to call my grandpa because I knew he would listen and give me advice, and I really need that right now.

The phone rang once before he answered.

"hey sweetheart is everything okay? You don't usually call this late." He ask me worriedly

"No, Grandpa why can't I open up to anyone other than you?" I said crying

"Oh y/n you can't let what your parent's did to you ruin you're friendships, What they did to you wasn't right in so many ways, not everyone is going to be like them. You might get hurt, but that's a part of growing up. You never know what opening up to someone what do. But you can't live in fear of not knowing if something good will come from it"

"Thank you, gramps, I really needed that"

"that's what I'm here for, I love you kid"

"I love you too gramps"

"try and open up to someone kid, you never know where it will lead you"

With that we both hung up.

I wiped away my tears and went to the bathroom to see how I looked. I looked like a mess, but I didn't care I needed to talk to Brock. It now close to midnight and I didn't know if Brock went back to the party or if he went home, so I thought I'd try and call him, but he didn't answer.

I decided to leave it for now and go to bed.

The next morning, I woke up with a headache I didn't know if it was from the tequila or because of all the crying.

I made myself some breakfast and when I was finish I got a shower and got ready for the day.

Once I was done there was a knock on the door, I opened it to find Logan, Matthew and Jimmy.

"What can I help you sophomores with?" I asked

"Well we heard about last night" Logan said

"so we wanted to know if you were okay" Matthew said

"Don't worry boys, I'm okay. I was planning on going to talk to him today so I could apologies" I told them as they made their way in my apartment.

"oh okay that's good" Jimmy said

"you don't seem to sure about that" I ask him curious

"Logan why don't you tell her" Matthew said, pushing Logan forward. Making me look at him raising my eyebrow

"Brock's pretty pissed off at you, I don't know if talking to him is a good idea" Logan said

"Which is why I want to apologies, I shouldn't have talked to him the way I did"

"Fine just if you go talk to him, can you let us know how it goes, or If you need anything?" Jimmy asked

"I promise I will"

They nodded and headed out.

I started crying again, I felt bad I didn't want to piss him off last night.

After I wiped my tears away I grabbed my purse and keys and made my way to Brock's place. He got his own place this year instead of living with more teammates.

When I got there I knocked on the door, I was hoping he was there, I didn't know if he had plans or not today.

He opened the door groaning when he saw me.

"seriously why are you here? You made it pretty clear last night" he said angrily

"can I come in?"

He took a few minutes before he let me walk in.

"so what do you want know?"

"I want to apologies, I shouldn't have talked to you the way I did last night"

"But you did, and you made it clear that you didn't want to be friends anymore! Now you can go" he snapped pointing to the door

"I have trust issues okay!" I snapped back at him, he was shocked I snapped back at him.

"so 4 years of knowing you and you still don't trust me, or the boys?"

"You have no idea what I went through Brock" I said softly with tears forming in my eyes. He started coming closer to me.

"Which is why I wanted to know more about you, I never did anything for you not to trust me" he calmly said

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and made my way to his couch to sit. I wiped a tear that fell. He came and sat down next to me

"the one thing I heard daily when I was a kid was that they didn't want me... that they didn't care what happened to me" I said before looking at him. He was looking at me confused

"what do you mean? Who said that?"

"the two people who should love you no matter what... my parents"

It took him by surprise, you could tell that was the last thing he expected. Which made me continue, why stop now.

"Everything I did was a disappointment to them, like a girl playing hockey... When I got my first boyfriend, they literally embarrassed me in front of him, which made him broke up with me. When I was 16 one of my dad had some business partners at the house, my dad had left his shoes in the hallway and I tripped spraining my ankle, you want to know what my parent's did that night after they left? They grounded me for 2 weeks, they said I embarrassed them" I said crying

Brock got closer to me and wiped away my tears.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that, no one deserves what you went through. But the boys and I aren't like your parents, I am not like you're parents. I care about you Y/n...fuck y/n I love you, you mean everything to me, I would never make you feel like you aren't worth it, because you are worth everything" he said softly to me

"You love me?"

"I've loved you since the minute Jaxon introduced us"

"I love you too Brock... I'm sorry I pushed you away, I never should have talked to you like that"

"I get it Y/n, but you have to know not everyone is going to hurt you"

"Thank you"

"Can I kiss you?" he asked me

"yes"

He leaned in a kissed you softly

After a minute, you both pulled away breathing heavy

"Any chance I could take you out sometime?" he asks chuckling nervously

"I'd love that" I replied

"good" he said before kissing me again.

[cuttergauthier]

Things Change

Female reader x Matthew Knies

Warning: Bad jokes, Fluff Matthew

word count: 0.5k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I am currently hanging out with the boys on the hockey team, we are currently at the Seniors hockey house, my best friend Morgan invited me, she’s dating Brock Faber the captain of the team. I’ve known her for a long time since I grew up being best friends with her sister, her sister decided to go to a different college so when I first got here last year, Morgan took me under her wing and introduced me to some of her friends and the guys on the team. 

I became good friends with everyone, except for Matthew Knies, for some reason I can’t stand him sometimes. Morgan hates it, her and Brock tried to set Matthew and I together last year, but it didn’t end well. 

Matthews a great guy, I see how he is with his teammates, I think I’m the only one he doesn’t get along with. 

Morgan and I were talking with another girl.

“I’m going to go get something to drink, I’ll be back in a little bit, do you guys want anything?” I asked them.

“No I’m good, thank you though” I nodded and made my way to the kitchen.

Brock and Matthew were there talking and laughing. I passed by Matthew. 

“I’m going to go back to the living room” I heard Brock told Matt.

I opened the fridge and took a water bottle. When I turned around I saw Matt look at me.

“What?” I asked rolling my eyes.

“You know you’re not completely useless, you can always serve as a bad example.” He joked.

I raised my eyebrows looking at him for a second before laughing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh at one of my jokes before,” He said surprise with my reaction.

“Yeah well, things change, plus that was actually a good one, even if you insulted me.” I replied.

“I didn’t mean it, you would never serve as a bad example” he said smiling.

I gave him a small smile. As I started walking out of the kitchen, he stopped me.

“Can we talk for a minute?” he asked.

I looked at him for a second before nodding and walking back over to him.

“What’s up?”

“I wanted to apologies for what happened between us, I never met to treat you like crap… I really like you, and then Brock and Morgan set us up after I told Brock, and I was really nervous that I came out sounding like a jerk, and I’m sorry for that” he said, I could tell he was telling the truth. I never thought he liked me though which surprises me. My eyes widened as I looked at him.

“You like me?” I asked surprised.

“I do, I have since the day Morgan introduced you to the team last year” He said, I smiled up at him.

“I felt the same way Matt, even after you were a jerk to me. I saw how you were with everyone else, you’re a good person.” I said genuinely.

“is it possible for you to forgive me?” he asked 

“You are forgiven” I said smiling.

“Any chance I could take you out? Turn a bad date into a good one?”

“I’d love that” I said smiling.

“Perfect, are you busy tomorrow night?” 

“Not at all”

“Perfect, I’ll pick you up at 6” he said

[losersroom]

obviously. i am not being normal about this.

like you know sometimes i feel like i'm Reaching a little too far here, right. i put fabes getting into a fight for brods in my fic and then three weeks later he has that quote to the extent of "well only if it's kirill"

and then

brock faber fucking punches brady tkachuk in the face for messing with brods

so like. what if i died, i guess

[losersroom]

this is just riffing v lightly off your recent asks but would you consider a version of brodsfabes in which faber is still together with a girlfriend when things start "developing" with brods? if so, how would u think about things differently than in stuff you've already written? no pressure of any sort of course, i just always enjoy seeing your thoughts :)

i mean, it depends on what you mean by "developing". i do think it would be kind of interesting to explore this from the angle of like. brock has a (fictional, i have very strong thoughts on using irl wags as props to be overcome in rpf) girlfriend when he starts in the nhl, and he's never thought about his identity or his potential queerness or what he wants in life much deeper than that, because he's a good christian midwestern boy, and this is the life path he's supposed to be on, so why would he want anything else?

and then he meets jonas brodin in the flesh and begins to identify how he feels about him as more than just admiration but a crush, but he brushes it off as just meaningless infatuation until he spends more time with jonas and really gets to know him and finds that the feelings aren't going away, they're only getting deeper. and at that point he has a choice, either keep going with what he's got even though it increasingly feels like living a lie, unfair to him and the girlfriend both, or break up with her in the hopes that maybe something could happen with brods.

either way i don't really see brock as the kind of guy who could justify cheating to himself. and more importantly infidelity is just a hard no for me in terms of romance fic. i have been known to be into some probably objectively worse fictional stuff so no shade at all if any of y'all are into that as a trope, but it's just not my thing.

[losersroom]

i would literally read any brock faber fics you post. it does not matter what trope bc i know your writing and i love your writing and i trust you. i also love you and brock faber. so.

have a good day 😘

thanks, anon! i'm going to get him pregnant