#erik johnson series

[icedhockey]

hockey players + quotes i think about daily [5/?]

[ilyasorokinn]

home sweet home , erik johnson

note, this is dedicated to @comphyjost. i'm sad, you're sad, we're all sad. also, this fic is part of the "life with the johnsons" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, erik johnson x reader summary, for the first time in 13 years, erik johnson is playing against the colorado avalanche. warnings, kids/children, pain word count, 1516 words

(gif not mine. by @mattymartin <3)

The entire flight back to Colorado, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. It was more of an excited/nervous. You were excited to be back and see all your friends.

Out of all three kids, only one wanted to come back to Colorado with you. Zach was the only one out of the three who wanted to come back, so you decided to let him miss two days of school and fly with you to Colorado.

When the Landeskogs heard you were coming with Erik, they insisted on picking you up from the airport. You still had your house in Colorado, but

You made your way out of the airport, one hand holding your suitcase and the other holding Zach's hand. You easily spotted the Landeskog's car. When the kids saw each other, they ran to greet each other, leaving their parents in the dust.

Melissa did the same and ran over to you, wrapping you in a hug, "All feels right in the world." She laughed.

"I've missed you guys so much." You squeezed her before pulling away and hugging Gabe, "Missed you, too," You smiled.

"How's Buffalo treating you?"

"Cold, but it's good." You smiled, looking back over to your kids, who were talking a million miles a minute as if no time had passed, "It's not here."

"That's for sure." Melissa looped an arm through yours, leaving Gabe to deal with the bags, as she led you over to the car and began catching you up on everything.

You weren't in Colorado for very long, so you spent the day catching up with old friends and doing everything you missed and couldn't do in Buffalo. You had lunch at your favorite restaurant with a few of the other girls, you visited some old coworkers and by that time, it was time to get ready for the game.

When you got home, Erik was also home and getting ready for the game. You smiled at the scene in front of you. It felt like old times, "This feels familiar." You hummed.

"Doesn't it." He smiled, "It's weird, isn't it?"

"A little. I've only been here for a day and it feels strange." You admitted, wrapping your arms around his waist and leaning your head on his back, "You ready for tonight?"

"No." He admitted, "But it's a game, just like any other game." He shrugged with a sigh.

"It is, but it's not." You shook your head, spinning him around so he was facing it, "Have fun tonight, enjoy yourself." You told him, helping him tie his tie.

"I will." He nodded, a smile on his face as he watched you, "You have fun tonight, too." He nudged you.

"I will. In between all the crying and cheering." You joked, wrapping him in a hug, "I'm so proud of you, EJ."

"None of this would be possible without you." He hummed happily.

Later that night, walking back into Ball Arena, you were having an intense sense of deja vu. Everything was exactly the same but felt new at the same time.

You made your way down to the ice with the Landeskog family, who had made a sign for Erik, which made you cry the first time you saw it. After Zach saw it, he decided he wanted to make one too, so you quickly bought supplies and made a simple sign that read 'We love you, dad' and had his number on it.

You waited by the glass, Zach standing in front of you, bouncing on the balls of his feet, the Landeskog family on either side of you with their own signs.

Zach looked up at you, gesturing for you to bend down to his level, "I miss it here." Zach whispered.

You pulled away and smiled sadly, pressing a kiss to his head and hugging him, "I miss it here, too." You hummed, hugging him. You danced around with Zach, waiting for warmups to start.

A cameraman stopped beside you and Gabe, asking if you wanted to be on the jumbotron, and before you could respond, Zach spoke up before you, "Yes!" So, before you knew it, the four of you were on the jumbotron, showing off your signs.

You heard the crowd's reaction to seeing their captain, but then also to seeing Zach Johnson and Linnea Landeskog in the arena. you kept your kids' lives private but not a secret so people knew about them.

You looked around the Sabres side of the warmup ice and saw a good amount of people with signs for Erik, which warmed your heart and brought a few tears to your eyes, "Oh no, it's starting." Gabe teased.

When the guys skated out, you easily spotted Erik. There was a loud cheer that you knew would only get louder as the arena filled with more people. He skated a few laps, spotting you on the 3rd go-around.

He skated up to the ice with a few pucks. He handed one to Linnea through the photo hole and gave Lucas a few fistbumps, then handed one to Zach and two more to you, which you would pack in your suitcase and bring back to Lila and Ivy.

He gave Zach and fistbump and blew a few kisses before skating off. You wiped a few tears as you watched him skate off, "Don't cry." Melissa pulled you in for a hug.

"It's only going downhill from here." You laughed, knowing that the tribute video was coming up later. You stayed for all of the warmups, watching and marveling at all the people.

You made your way up to your seats, where a few of the other girls were sitting. They greeted you the same way Melissa had, with big hugs. You took your seat and took everything in. There was a buzz in the air. It felt like home.

A little through the first period, the tribute video played. The video had barely started, and you were already crying. The video started and played the videos of him getting drafts, his best goals, winning the cup, everything. You were surprised to see a clip of you and him in the montage.

It was a short clip of you running up to him after they had won the cup and let all the families on the ice. You found him in the sea of people and jumped into his arms, hugging him. The audio in the video was a little busy due to the commotion around you, but your voices were clear.

"You did it!" You said, your voice muffled due to you shoving your face into his neck, but the microphone he was wearing caught it.

"We did it, baby.” He corrected you, squeezing you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head before shoving his head in your neck.

The montage ended with a video of celly's and the interview he did with Emily Kaplan after winning the cup and talking about how he thought he would have to retire and how proud he was of the team.

After the 'Thank you Erik Johnson' picture flashed on the screen, he skated away from the bench and skated around, raising an appreciative hand to the crowd, a thankful and proud smile on his face as he looked out into the sea of people.

Your phone was out the entire time, taking a shaky video as your hands shook. You couldn't stop smiling and only cried more when the crowd started chanting, "EJ, EJ, EJ!"

After the game, you made your way down to the locker room with Zach, who had fallen asleep halfway through the third period. You could see his eyes closing and then shooting open every few seconds before he finally crashed and fell asleep, his head in your lap.

You carried him to the best of your ability down to the locker room and waited for Erik. A few of the Avs (7 guys) came down to the guest dressing room to talk to Erik, but when they saw you, they changed directions and made their way over to you.

Eventually, Erik came out, and when he did, they all cheered and clapped for him. He smiled, setting his stuff down and hugging every single one of them. He talked with them for a few minutes before they all said their goodbyes and made him promise he would get lunch with them before he left.

Once they were gone, it left you and Erik alone. You stared at him, an overwhelmed look on your face as you thought about the events of the night, "They're letting me stay at home tonight again."

"Good." You nodded, wanting to spend a night with him before he would be gone again. You wrapped your arms around him the best you could without jostling Zach too much, "I'm so proud of you." You whispered.

"I love you." He mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your hair.

"I love you, too." You pulled away with a smile on your face.

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Talk

a/n: i actually really love writing for EJ. so here’s some more of him! sort of a prequel to this blurb from my last birthday celebration. hope you all love sunshine/golden retriever EJ.  word count: 1.5k warnings: dirty talk + implied smut (basically the proposition of the act but not the act itself). feminine reader this time!

I won’t deny I’ve got in my mind now all the things I would do.

“Looking good, sweetheart.”

You hear EJ before you see him and your shoulders heave in a sigh as you cast an exasperated glance in Nate’s direction. You knew he was going to be here; it was Colorado’s charity brunch after all so of course the entire team was in attendance. But still, that didn’t mean that you had to interact with EJ.

At least, not right now.

So, you sigh again before spinning around in your chair, your eyes darting up to his face. And to your unfortunate surprise, he looked hot; in his casual suit, the top few buttons tastefully undone, his blonde hair artfully ruffled.

“Thank you, EJ,” you say, your voice dry, not at all willing to let him or anyone else sitting at your table know how much this man managed to fluster you.

You think that your forced politeness would be the end of it as you turn back to continue the conversation that you were having with Nate, your friend who was responsible for bringing you here. But you should’ve known that Erik wasn’t going to give up that easily and your body bristles when you feel him settle into the chair next to you, his voice sounding again.

“Woah, being nice to me? That’s a surprise,” he laughs. You roll your eyes in Nate’s direction, an action that was met with a scolding glance from your best friend, silently telling you to behave. Which you always do. EJ just never made it easy for you.

You turn back towards Erik, finally giving him your full attention and plaster on a smile before responding.

“We’re at a charity event. I gotta be on my best behavior.”

EJ doesn’t give you a verbal response at first, just shoots you that ridiculously goofy grin. The two of you back off each other for a moment, turning your attention to the delicious food in front of your and the conversation surrounding you. However, the peace only lasts a minute until you feel Erik lean over towards you, his voice quiet.

“I prefer you on your worst behavior.”

The way his voice drips with desire and passion makes you falter, almost dropping your fork. The glare you send in his direction does not discourage him. In fact, judging by that stupid smirk that remains on his face, it seems as if he actually enjoys it.

Which, after spending a few too many nights tangled in his sheets and in his arms, you know that was the truth.

Yes, you were sleeping with Erik. What started as an accident turned into a full-blown habit that you couldn’t seem to stop. Somehow, this obnoxious golden retriever of a man snuck his way into your life and it was now hard to shake him off.

Although, the two of you did promise that you would keep your ‘status’ quiet in front of your friends and the rest of the team. But here was EJ, flirting with you at a team sponsored event.

You swear you could throttle him.

In an attempt to settle your skipping heartbeat and ground yourself to the present moment, you turn your head, cracking your neck as you brush off his words, not wanting to encourage him anymore. Erik doesn’t take the hint and it isn’t long until you feel a strong hand land on your thigh, the warmth of his palm seeping into your skin through the fabric of your dress.

“I love how this dress looks on you,” Erik whispers again, his fingers caressing the silk. “I think I’d like it better if it was on my bedroom floor.”

You once again stiffen in your chair and glance around, eyes jumping between the others sitting at your table. Thankfully, they are distracted by their own conversations that no one has seemed to notice how close Erik has gotten to you. You are grateful for their ignorance, not only for the proximity of your bodies but also the undeniable rise that EJ’s words pull out of you.

“I wish I woke up with you in my arms this morning. We could’ve snuck in a quick fuck before we had to come here,” Erik continues, his hand moving higher on your thigh, calloused fingers dragging the soft material of your dress up.

“Or maybe we would’ve made up an excuse not to come so I could have spent all morning with my head between your thighs. You taste sweeter than anything on this table.”

There is no stopping the pounding of your heart and the rush of heat that pools as Erik’s hand slips underneath your skirt, his warm hands finally coming into contact with the soft skin of your inner thighs, lightly gripping the flesh as his hand continues to sneak closer to your aching core.

“Do you like the sound of that?” he questions, no doubt in response to the heat he can feel radiating from your center. “What if I just took you here, in front of all our friends? Let them know how weak you get for me. How loud you moan for me.”

You force yourself to suppress the full body shudder that runs through your body as Erik’s fingers just barely caress the edge of your underwear. Your thighs instinctively widen to give him more access and you hear the small chuckle that rumbles from him – a sound that you immediately want to smack out of him. He shouldn’t get the satisfaction of pulling this reaction from you.

Two can play at this game.

“You know I love hearing you,” EJ states, his fingers moving again to brush against the front of your core. “But you think you can stay silent for me now?”

Without thinking, one of your hands fly down to grip his wrist, halting his movements and lightly pushing him away from you, his hand retreating to rest on your upper thigh. You look over to him and when your eyes connect to his, you can see the question in his eyes and a twinge of guilt. The worry that he might have taken things too far is painted in his expression but you are quick to silence those fears with a mischievous grin of your own.

There was no hesitation from you when your other hand falls from the tabletop to land on his thigh, squeezing the strong muscle there and your smirk just widens when you hear the small gasp on EJ’s lips.

“Can you?” you ask, hand trailing up, following a very similar path as the one that Erik traced up your own thigh. “Don’t lie to me EJ. You try to act all suave and smooth but really, you just want me to drop to my knees in front of you.”

You can feel his grip on your own thigh tighten as your hand creeps up over the soft material of his dress pants. It isn’t long until your fingertips reach out to barely trace the side of his cock, half hard from both his teasing and yours.

“Does that turn you on baby? The idea of me looking up at you from the pretty tiled floor. You know it would be one way to keep me quiet. But if we were in that position, I don’t think I’d be the one who would struggle staying silent.”

Your words are almost instantly proven as you get bolder and place your hand over his bulge, softly palming him underneath the tablecloth and you smirk as you watch Erik disguise a moan as a cough, reaching out to take a drink of his water. You giggle, your own hand withdrawing to mirror his, resting heavy on the top of his upper thigh.

“Shall we see? Make it a contest? See which one of us can keep their composure at this beautiful charity event while we do the most sinful things in the bathroom?”

The proposal lingers there for a moment before the words truly register with EJ, his head whipping to face you and you can’t stop the genuine laugh that falls from your lips at the eagerness shining in his eyes.

“Are you serious?”

“Only if you are.”

You watch as Erik’s eyes register the sincerity in your words and those beautiful grey irises dart from your own down to your lips and back again.

“God, I really want to kiss you right now,” he whispers and you can’t stop your heart from softening at his gentle declaration. It is short-live though as the smile on your face twists again, returning to that playful smirk.

“Men’s room. 10 minutes. Then you can kiss me all you want.”  

EJ’s only response is another firm squeeze on your thigh before he is practically bounding out of his seat and you once again have to swallow a giggle at his obvious excitement. Your eyes follow his trek to the back hallway where the bathrooms were located.

You shake your head slightly, taking another drink and reorienting yourself to your surroundings. You make small talk with some of the others at the table before you are politely excusing yourself, your own desire rushing through your body as you follow Erik’s path.

This was a shit idea.

Didn’t stop you from wanting it though.

[equallyshaw]

the medicated series feat. jamie drysdale pt 3

warnings: nothing.

word Count: 2.39k 

- The Medicated Series: features OC's with medical issues such as depression, anxiety, physical disabilities such as MS or Rheumatoid Arthritis as well as any other autoimmune disease such as Crohn's, endometriosis, infertility, etc. (not an autoimmune but you get it).

- one more part after this🥹

← part two - epilogue →

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three years had passed. a college degree completed, graduation, early success in her ms treatment, a proposal, a dog adopted, a small surfer house- a mere two houses down from the beach and no trevor as a roommate anymore. as well as the sudden passing of her and ej's father. which meant, he would not be there on her big day or any big day of her's in the future.

sofia had come a long way with jamie, he was there every step that he could be. though, ej made sure of that 24/7. she was completely still and living in the moment. she had obstacles still no doubt, but jamie loved her. he loved every moment that he had with her, sometimes drifting off to what the future may hold. and what it might not hold. some days the two of them sat in silence, as they both grieved the life that may never be. her grieving for her own and him for her. so when he proposed the previous year, she was had a moment of shock before feeling calm. this was meant to happen, she knew it, jamie knew it, trevor and ej knew it, plus the few other friends and family that had come out to southern california to see the proposal. so when she turned around to a group of cheers, she clutched her heart and smiled widely at jamie. tears brimming her eyes and his. her family and friends greeted her, with ej wrapping her in a bear hug and spun her around. jamie looked over as soon as he heard her laugh, he'd know that laugh anywhere. in a heart beat.

sofia walked out towards where jamie was standing with his back towards her. her hands shook as she walked up towards him, just buzzing with butterflies. she stood a few feet from him, and began to laugh. the photgrapher and videographer caught this moment on camera, getting his reaction as well. "whats so funny?" jamie asked wanting to turn around but he was waiting for her signal. she threw her head back, "i dont know." she said on the verge of tears. "whew, okay. dont wanna ruin my makeup that took an hour." she said laughing with the photgrapher who had captured the whole thing. "can i turn around now?" he asked, getting impatient.

she nodded, "yes you may." she smiled and he turned around slowly. his eyes grew wide, and he brought a hand to his mouth. he clasped his eyes shut and tried not to cry. "oh hun." she said grabbing his hands. "dont cry bubba." she said, "youre gonna make me cry." she frowned and he smiled sniffiling. "god you look gorgeous..beautiful. i dont have any big words to use." he said stepping back and admiring the dress, and his soon to be bride. he shook his head in awe, she was better than he had imagined. he pulled her in and spun her around, her laughing contagious. he dipped her, before kissing her cheek. they stood up, "i thought you were gonna try to kiss me there." she smiled, leaning in closer. he smirked, "that would defeat the purpose of our first kiss today." he said looking down at her lips before looking into her eyes. "alrighty james- time for me to go." she smiled beginning to walk off. jamie stared at her until she stepped inside but before she did, "my name's not james!" he yelled and she giggled. trevor walked out a bit too soon, "oh daaaaamn! you look good!" he said stepping back like jamie did and admired her for a second before looking at jamie, "you see this! she cleaned up nicely." trevor joked pointing at Sofia. sofia stuck her tongue out before stepping inside and found her mom.

jamie stood next to trevor who was his best man, charlie his older brother, who was his second best man (per mason), mason himself. her bridesmaids went first along with trevor's fiance who was her maid of honor. who she had met their freshman year at university. it was a match made in heaven, according to trevor.

sofia stood facing ej, who stared at her. he knew how much she wanted their father there, and so when she asked him to walk her down the aisle, he knew how hard it was. he grinned, putting his arm out for her to take it. she smiked, taking in a huge breath. "you ready?" he asked softly and she nodded. everybody stood up, as she walked out into the open. everybody took in her classic updo and classic dress, paired with a beautiful bouquet of peonies. sofia smiled at the two parties the first few steps, before coming eye to eye with jamie. she saw the tears that he tried to wipe away. the sun, the atmopshere, the timeless decor and the fact that he was about to marry his best friend and partner for life, made him emotional. she smiled widely at him, as they now only stood a few feet away. ej and jamie shook hands. ej turned back around and kissed her temple before stepping next to his wife jackie, and the landeskogs. she took jamie's hand and rubbed her thumb on his. "hi." she mouthed. he blushed, "hi." he mouthed back and they now stood face to face for the two parties to see.

jamie placed his hands softly on her cheeks, pulling her in for first kiss as partner's for life. she blushed into the kiss, grasping his hands with her own. they pulled apart, and rested their foreheads against one anothers before grabbing one another's hands and turning towards the crowd. she took the flowers, raising it to cheers. they began the descent down the aisle, and as they passed eliza and cale, the two quickly embraced eachother, a friendly hand finding one another. "thankyou. thankyou for everything." sofia smiled widely, and eliza smiled pulling her in for a quick hug. "go on!" she smirked, pushing the new bride playfully. sofia and jamie walked down the path, greeting different family and friends before heading off for some private time before they took photos.

sofia laid down on the bed that the two had in their private villa for the evening. tomorrow, they would be heading out to southern italy and then to paris. "im exhausted." she mused, turning over onto her stomach. "me too." he grinned, laying down on his back and looked down towards her. she smiled, and scooted herself up to kiss him. "i love you james drysdale." she grinned before standing up. "my names not james, mrs drysdale!" he said playfully, while pulled her onto him. she giggled, "mrs. drysdale huh?" she said coyly. "i like the sound of that." she mused, pecking him. he pulled her back down for another one, and another and another. she pulled back, "you know you gotta blame tyler for that name, he's the one that said it that night i met you two. remember?" she quizzed and got up to grab some champagne. he nodded, standing up as well. "trevor just looooves to pull my leg huh?" he joked sipping some of the glass she had given him. "yeah, for sure." she smiled. she walked over towards the window and looked down at beautiful laguna beach. "i just love it here." she sighed, leaning back into jamie. "i know me too." he smiled, placing a kiss on her head. "promise me that even if you get traded...we get a off season home here?" she asked looking up at him now. he smiled nodding, "ofcourse. anything for you." he smiled. the door opened and all they heard was claws scratching the floor. "ozzie!!" they both said excitedly and looked down to find their irish setter jumping. after the two moved into their now home, they adopted a small enough dog that even of her bad days and when she was alone, eliza could still take care of it and still function. ozzie was perfect for her, for them.

sofia and jamie held eachother in their arms, as the two sat next to one another, listening to Trevor speak. multiple times she hid her face in his chest out of embarresment or she could not contain her laughing. after trevor finished, it was sofia's. sofia as soon as they planned the wedding, wanted to do something that was not common and that was give a speech. the two had exchanged vows at the ceremony, some private words before and after. and now sofia was saying something little for the crowd. a public ancedote for their closest.

"james drysdale." she simply stated, garnering laughs from the people that knew about the inside joke. "you did this bro!" jamie joked pointing at trevor who playfully defended himself. "alright alright, yes! we can thank trevor for the mix up of jamie's name. i just love it too much to get rid of it now. i even contemplated putting it on the invitations but jamie said no." she said playfully frowning, earning a laugh from the crowd. "where do i begin?" she started...giggling herself. "my my my, trevor zegras ofcourse had to measle his way into mine and victoria's life all those years ago our sophmore year of school. mr knock off kurt russell himself." she paused, laughing at another inside joke which half the hockey room knew from his time in the nhl. "but yeah he decided he was gonna come bother us when we were eating some fish and chips after surfing in redondo beach and he was SO annoying. and then he called his friend over, and i was internally cringing. i was praying to the universe, that i could somehow leave but vic said 'no'." sofia began again, "then jamie begrudgingly came over and introduced himself to us. i actually choked on my coffee when he did. no like actually choked." she said as the crowd laughed.

jamie looked down embarrassed, because he knew what was next. "and then i proceeded to cough it all up on jamie...and trevor with that gigantic laugh here decided that it was the funniest thing on the planet." sofia playfully glared. "i was absolutley mortified! victoria and trevor exchanged numbers as jamie stood their staring into space, and i sat there thinking: is he really not gonna give me his number? well ok, there goes my self esteem." she said shrugging. trevor laughed his wicked laugh, remembering the full scene replaying it in his mind. "a few weeks later, turned into a month and i was down in newport beach and with ej as he was visiting anahiem for a game, and i decided that i was gonna get mr big foot over here to atleast attempt to surf. i got him to but it was not graceful." she smirked, as ej rolled his eyes. "he kept falling and falling. and after some time, he headed for the beach. i watched him up the shore and took in the waves that were crashing into me. and i kid you not i had a literal jumpscare seeing this guy come up next to me. i quickly looked around for trevor because at the time i could not stand that dude.

jamie see's me looking around and goes, "wow, that hurts my self esteem. i remember whipping my head towards him and glaring so hard. i hadn't realized i whispered that when i had first met him." the crowd laughed as she covered her mouth. "i glared at him, before rolling my eyes and began to paddle back out. but no, jamie said nope. youre gonna continue talking to me." she smiled looking over at jamie, who's mind was currently replaying the scene. "he called for me, and as soon as i went to stand up to you know- cruise the wave, i quickly lost my balance. and therefore to this day i dont surf with him ! but!" she segued, with the crowd eating it all up. "but! that day i learned how much of a sweetie pie he was, one that would not take "im fine" as an answer even after 25 minutes. nor was he intimidated by my big bad older brother who had faced him the previous night. nor did he judge my addiction of 1980's movies and froyo. nor my cat who fell in love with him the very moment they met. just like ester, i fell in love too. that was his final game of the year and he spent a month of his offseason with me as i finished my finals and spring semester. he accepted my okay ability of surfing, which for the record- has improved very much. he took in my ability to finish madlibs in about 90 seconds even if it does not make sense. or the fact that i have nespresso pods that will last me for the next year or two." she paused looking back at jamie. "you gave me your heart from the very first day you met me-- well the second time you met me." she grinned causing him to blush. "jamie, you gave me your word from the very beginning that you'd be there for me through thick and thin and you have done just that. even before this thing." she joked throwing up her left hand, her ring twinkling.

"even though i have seriously embarrased you in front of people that will no doubt use the info to taunt you on the ice..its all out of love. i promise." she mused, she looked towards the crowd, "promise me you wont go too hard?" she quizzed, while walking over towards the three hockey tables. they all agreed, laughing and hollering. "now, with all that said. i love you so very very much jamie. thankyou for being my biggest supporter, best friend, and fish and chips partner. i love you my love." she smiled as she walked back over towards him. he walked over towards her, taking her hand so they could do their first dance as husband and wife. "thought you weren't gonna go so hard?" he joked and she giggled. "only for you jamie." she smiled up at her blue eyed boy, "only for you." she mused and he grinned before kissing her deeply. and passionately.

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@jamiedrysdale: married the absolute love of my life yesterday. here’s to being your partner for life, my love.

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@trevorzegras: BEST WEDDING EVER…!

@sofiadrysdale; even better than urs??

@victoriadiaz: seriously z??? RuDe

@jackhughes: congrats J! So glad I could be apart of your day

@masonmctavish: a wicked night!

@sofiadrysdale: can’t wait to take in the world with you, Thankyou for everything 🫶🏻

@jamiedrysdale: me too- you have no idea 🥹

@ozziedrysdale: mama and papa got married

@jamiedrysdale: love u oz

@sofiadrsydale: love u my sweet bug!

@calemakar: had an amazing time yesterday! Thankyou for having us.

@jamiedrysdale: ofcourse! So grateful for you and E!

@erik6johnson: may or may not be hungover still

@sofiadrysdale: EJ!!!!!!

@trevorzegras: same ej same…bar in ten?

@erik6johnson: already there

@anahiemeucks: crying. Sobbing.

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@sofiadrysdale: instagram handle has been changed…it feels official.

Tag: jamiedrysdale

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@victoriadiaz: yes! The insta handle has been changed !!!!

@mel.landeskog: ofcourse! insta matters the most

@elizamakar: sof!!! Still sobbing

@sofiadrysdale: now I’m sobbing

@gabelandeskog: little sof isn’t so little anymore 😭😭

@erik6johnson: youre telling me

@jackiejohnson: he’s been crying for months now

@jamiedrysdale: insta handle looks good 😏

@sofiadrysdale: I think so too !

@anahiemducks: congrats!! Our ducks family is growing 🫶🏻🫶🏻

@sofiadrysdale: love you guys!!

@calemakar: I think I want some fish and chips. You around?

@sofiadrysdale: the one time u want some I’m not there 😭😭

@sofiadrsydale: I think I need to make a scene to get this plane to turn around

@jamiedrysdale: fish and chips?!!! Why didn’t you say something at the party?!

@trevorzegras: screaming crying throwing up

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losing my mind over ej being on here 🥹

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seeing all the jack hughes girlies mourning his tooth is so funny like babe most hockey players have spit chiclets! it’s a hockey smile for a reason! he will get dentures and his smile will be fine, you’ll survive i promise!

(i don’t like barstool but this article is really funny to me! anyways go canes 🥳)

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The Driver Suit Blog-Paint Scheme Grades-May 4, 2024

By David G. Firestone Austin Cindric #2 Menard’s/Quaker State Ford Mustang-Same scheme as last year, same C grade. Noah Gragson #10 MillerTech Ford Mustang-Good color scheme, awful design scheme, this gets a C Denny Hamlin #11 Mavis Tires Toyota Camry-A good look, it isn’t over designed, and this gets an A Ryan Blaney #12 Wurth Ford Mustang-Same scheme as last year, same A grade. Bubba Wallace…

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— 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐬.

pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x ex-nanny!wife!reader (established); REESE JOHNSON (oc) x ex-nanny!stepmom!reader (platonic / familial)

wc — 4.7k synopsis — family weekend forces reese’s worlds to collide. results are… mixed note — i just really love reese. that's it :) and how dilfy does mr johnson look in that gif good lord

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content warnings under the cut.

cw — age gap relationship (erik and the reader, established), vulgar college boys with no respect, busy-bodies who cannot mind their own beeswax, possessive!erik, pregnant!reader (not discussed in detail), sweet bby reese in peril :(

REESE JOHNSON has a problem.

It’s the sort of anxiety-trodden predicament that could’ve been soothed into nothingness had he spoken up sooner. He didn’t because he couldn’t. That was part of the problem. 

And now it’s too late—for solutions or comfort.

The teen, now a second-semester freshman at the University of Denver, had long since adjusted to the heightened scrutiny of his family in the early days of your relationship with his father. Everyone online had to throw in their two cents on the “illicit affair.” Even people who didn’t give a shit about hockey (evidenced by their inability to name a single team) felt they had a right to weasel their way in. While irritating and uncomfortable, the harsh reads didn’t bother him for too long because Reese knew the truth.

He also knew how unnecessarily ruthless people could be when they had a screen to hide behind. The son of a prominent figure in professional sports, Reese knew people stared at him through a very particular lens. It veered toward a rosy sheen every so often, but mostly it was smudged glass. Like a fish tank whose walls were muddy with the greasy impressions spectators left behind. Strangers offering commentary on his father’s life, and by extension his too, was part of the gig.

Frankly, the aftermath wasn’t much different than before. Only the subject matter changed. If it wasn’t thinly veiled insults about Erik’s waning career or his prior inability to keep a girlfriend, it was overly critical evaluations of Reese’s prowess or lack thereof and, unsurprisingly, comparisons between father and son. Without fail, the verbiage and tone implied competition, hinting that their healthy bond was only a bit of showmanship to hide the rocky resentment beneath.

This weekend is different. Sure, his teammates and friends had already gotten ample face-time with both of his parents, as well as his kid sister, but never all at once. Though they all did their best to coordinate, busy schedules rendered a revolving cheering section for Reese Johnson. 

This weekend—family weekend—will change that. By some stroke of luck (or a cruel twist of fate, the jury's still out on that one), everyone would be here… together. And that’s not to say he isn’t grateful for their effort or that he isn’t excited because he is. Reese is thrilled to share this new slice of life with his loved ones. It’s just that…

Reese knows how it looks when they venture out into the world.

Not that his dad is exactly old or even old-looking. In the same way you aren’t questionably young. Still, the age difference is noticeable. Before you were more than a nanny to the Johnsons (if you were ever just a nanny to begin with), it was easier for on-lookers to assess the dynamic, and still, albeit seldomly, they would drum up gossip. Things got remarkably more awkward, though, after his father finally plucked up the courage to propose, and increased tenfold once Erik had a gold band to match. It was as if the wedding ushered in the open season on Johnsons.

More times than he cared to count, Reese found himself cupping Josie’s ears to keep his little sister from hearing jeering crowds calling their dad an old pervert and you a shameless gold-digger. No one’s had to explain what a “sugar daddy” is (or why it's the first thing that auto-populates when you plug ‘Erik Johnson’ into Google), but the burden would’ve fallen on Reese if he hadn’t left her in the car while he ran in to grab a takeout order last summer.

But Erik’s eldest isn’t just worried about his family existing outside the warmth and safety of their insulated bubble. His sleepless nights are filled with fear. Fear of the pain and sadness he’ll undoubtedly feel about it all now that he sees you less as his friend and more as a maternal figure.

Reese’s always been protective; it's led to many a fight with his own father and, sometimes, his own sister. He’s the first to rush to your aid and the strongest force in your defense. The habit, however,  strengthened when his perspective shifted as swiftly as flipping a switch. 

Suddenly, you weren’t just his dad’s girlfriend or the person who made him pancakes in the morning. Or the savior who dropped off his English paper because he was in such a hurry he left it on the printer. You were a confidant, someone he called for when he was in a bad spot or when he wanted to see the latest mind-numbingly bad action flick. When he asked his date to prom, it was you he wanted help from. When Reese was sick, your home remedies worked better than anything store-bought or concocted by his dad. When practice ran over, he could count on you to wait up with his dinner hot and ready, the rest of the house already fast asleep. 

For the first time since he could remember, the Dad-shaped gap wasn’t devastating. It hurt like a bitch, but it was bearable because he had another adult—another parent—he could rely on. In every sense of the word, you were his mom.

And no one wants to hear disgusting lies about their mom.

However, Reese hasn’t called you that yet. At least, not to your face. In passing to his childhood friends or when referring to you with Josie, sure, and once or twice over the phone with Erik, but when he calls for you, he uses your first name like he's still your “nanny-kid.” But it's not for a lack of trying. It’s just that every time he thinks he’s worked up the nerve, the three letters catch in his throat like molasses, and he doesn’t know how to make it stop. 

Moments like those are the rare few he wishes he were Josie instead of himself. His jovial spitfire of a sister never missed a chance. During her lunch block with classmates, on the phone with their extended family, to strangers at Avs games, or on the sidewalk, the moniker slipped off Josie Johnson’s tongue like water down a slide. Their dad liked to poke fun, warning her to be careful so as not to wear it out from overuse.

Maybe it was the sister snuggled in your stomach that tightened his throat. The baby that could and would call you “Mom” with little effort beyond mastering the string of sound. The baby that would grow up not knowing you as anything besides her mother. It was a shade of ownership Reese felt hesitant to touch. No matter how desperately he yearned to.

The closest he’s come is penning in the title beneath your name on the lanyard that’ll hang from your neck for upcoming festivities. It was a small gesture. Still, it felt like too much and not enough all at once.

Reese is caught between wanting to honor the bond and all you’ve done with the accurate label and the fear of explicitly acknowledging it stirs in his chest. At least in this limbo of sorts, as cumbersome as it's become, Reese can have what he’s always wanted and keep you in his life without risking capsizing the boat with an awkward declaration. It’s an uneasy compromise, but it's the devil he knows. At least he knows what and when to feed it.

Reese hates that he’s letting his worries dictate his life. It's just… hard. No one tells kids how to navigate gaining a new parent or any of the baggage that unique situation carries. No one tells kids how to trust the position’s new occupant not to follow in their predecessor’s footsteps. In his heart, Reese knows you won’t run. But knowing that doesn’t shut down the nagging voice in the back of his mind. The one that drones on like a broken record, telling him that the burden of the word, knotted with his expectations, will be his family’s unraveling.

He couldn’t do that to Josie. To his dad. Or to you and the little sister you’re carrying. 

So, he’ll stomach it. For how long, Reese isn’t sure. But, for now, he’ll stand on the outskirts of the minefield, bidding time.

"Johnson! Your whole family's coming, right?" Kody, a junior defenseman from Fort Collins, yanks Reese from his downward spiral.

The last place he wants to be right now is out in the world. The last thing he needs is to cannonball himself back into the fishbowl. Even if the phantom audience never spoke to him, sometimes their heavy attention pushing into his back was enough to send Reese reeling.

But he made a promise to make more of an effort. To be more social, to have more fun—to take life a little less seriously. 

In his mind, if he was at school to learn and play hockey, there was little room to wiggle. Sure, Reese has had his fair share of adolescent recklessness and could lean toward boyish immaturity at times, but at his core, he was a rule-follower. A responsibility fiend with a penchant for playing the white knight. A stickler for structure. When given the choice between a teenage dream and a full-grown reality, the freshman chose the latter nine times out of ten. 

Reese Johnson’s moral compass weighs down his back pocket; he feels most at peace when things fit neatly into their proper boxes. Good and bad, black and white. One or the other, never both.

Stress and anxiety exacerbate his mental rigidity. And he’s been so fucking far from zen lately.

Reese would’ve broken the stupid promise if it’d been made to anyone besides you. So, when a few of the upperclassmen on the team appeared at his dorm with an invitation to get pizza, he begrudgingly accepted.

It isn’t so bad. Far from awful this far. Definitely not the worst way to spend an evening. His teammates were alright enough guys, and their girlfriends weren’t as callous as he’d expected. Reese just found it hard to connect with them, a situation that couldn’t be more different than his previous team experience. 

With his childhood friends, it all clicked. Fell into place without much real effort from any of them. There was an awkward period, but it ended within the first month and, honestly, had more to do with prepubescent cringe than anything.

An entire semester came and went, and Reese still felt like an outsider. When he looked out onto the ice, he saw a sea of strangers. They had different interests, different priorities. Inside jokes he wasn’t in on. Ones he wasn’t sure he wanted to be in on. Even their sense of decorum was foreign. He was well-acquainted with profanity and vulgar jibes, but Reese’s neck still occasionally heats at their… colorful chirps.

But maybe this will be a good step, Reese thinks to himself as he clears the nerves from his throat, making room for an answer to Kody’s question.

“Uh, yeah. My parents and my little sister,” he nods. The blip of quiet that follows coaxes out further details. “They’re going to skip the mixer-campout thing tomorrow night because of the baby, but they’ll be at the student fair and our scrimmage the next day.”

It feels odd to talk about his family. The words, somehow both intensely personal and casual at the same time, taste funny on his tongue. Reese’s stomach clenches, suddenly too aware that he’s never really had to do this before, the small talk. Back home, everyone knows everyone. There’s little to talk about by way of mundane facts because there’s no need; it would be incredibly redundant. His friends from home wouldn’t think to ask if his family was coming, nor would they nudge him to share their schedule. They’d just know.

Reese is aware that this is a silly thing to get worked up over, or even care about at all. He knows it’s part of the process. Part of making new friends is letting them know you. Telling them about yourself and your life, and all the people in your life. Especially the ones you love. Offering up bits of yourself in exchange for bits of them. Still, it's unsettling. Like he’s inviting a group of strangers to pass judgment on his unconventional family. 

No one’s said anything, but Reese already feels defensive. 

And rightly so, he’d soon find.

"That was quick."

Lane, a senior forward from some beach town in California, draws first blood. The quip seems innocuous, but the shit-eating grin undermines any plausible deniability. Even without his smug expression, they probably would’ve understood the implication lurking below the surface anyway. 

It isn’t the isolated comment that burns the tips of Reese’s ears. It’s the fact that he’s never spoken about the circumstances or the timeline of your relationship with his father. Reese hasn’t tried to hide anything, but he certainly hasn’t been forthcoming either. For all they knew, you could’ve been Josie’s biological mother. A long shot, but feasible enough if you didn't know any better. 

But somehow, this kid from out of state knew. Knew that, by “traditional” standards, it was a little soon for his parents to be welcoming a new life.

"Can you blame him? Hot young thing at your beck and call?” Kent, a sophomore from outside of Toronto, cuts in before Reese can. 

The lecherous glint in the winger’s tone makes his skin crawl. He doesn’t need to look up from his half-eaten slice of Hawaiian to know his mouth matches Lane’s.

“Fuck, dude. I would've knocked her up before she dragged me down the aisle. But, I've heard Viagra massacres your swimmers, so maybe that wasn’t in the cards for Ol’ Johnson.”

The group, crowded around a hodgepodge of tables, descends into a fit of snickers and profanity.

Reese contemplates leaving until a manicured hand gently squeezes his arm. Callahan Graham blinks up at him, a sweet smile tight on her rosy mouth. Callahan “Callie” Graham, Lane’s on-again-off-again girlfriend of three years. They’re “off” right now, if he’s remembering correctly. Not that it matters. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t need to. Reese’s chin dips in gratitude.

From across the table, Callie’s roommate, Greer, pipes up over the commotion. “I hope I'm as cute as she is when I'm pregnant."

"Me too," Bree, one of the other girlfriends, sighs dreamily into her Diet Coke. "I couldn't believe how pretty she looked the last time she brought Josie to watch you play, Reese. If I was pregnant and holding down a two-kid fort by all by myself for most of the year, I know I'd look it. But I guess that’s just another perk of true love, isn’t it? Beauty in spite of it all.”

Kent snorts. “True love…right.”

Reese’s molars pinch together. Beneath the table, he picks at his nails. It hurts, but it's the distraction he needs right now.

"It's not like being a trophy wife is a real job anyway, so I'm sure that helps. Just lie back and spread those pretty—"

Reese’s fist finishes Lane’s sentence. As badly as he wants to put it through the douchebag’s face, he (thankfully) had the foresight to direct his anger downward. It was the succinct thwack! of his hand against the table that cut the lewd thought off prematurely. 

Reese is a striking juxtaposition; hardened jaw, sharp eyes, pinched mouth—silent. Only his chest moves. Shallowly, the accent on the exhalations.

For a moment, everything is still. It’s nice. While it lasts.

Kody is the one to crack the ill-fated stalemate. Trepidation peeking through the tiny cracks in his smooth confidence, he approaches like a hunter would an agitated deer, “Loosen up, Reese. We're just having fun. And, if anything, it's a compliment."

Reese openly glares, unconvinced.

Kody persists, deadset on being the one to subdue the beast. “Come on, even you have to admit your dad's locked down a fuckin’ tenner. A real win for Team Geriatric, I’d say. You should be proud of him, kid.”

This isn’t the first time someone’s prodded Reese about your physical appearance. He wasn’t blind. He knew you were attractive, but you’d never entered that part of his brain before. Ever. It's as if his subconscious preemptively locked you away in the same box as his dad and kid sister, or any other family member. But they weren’t asking if he thought you were pretty, not really.

The omnipresent “They” wanted to know if he thought you were attractive the way he thought Pedro Pascal or Olivia Rodrigo was attractive. They wanted to know if he felt the way his dad felt about you. They��re probing for a twisted scandal, a sick taboo love triangle. As if they weren’t already gorging themselves on the age difference or the boss/employee origin story. 

They wanted more. They always wanted more. They wanted to take one of the best parts about Reese’s life and fuck it up.

His teammates are proving themselves no different than the losers populating Twitter.

“She ever read to you a story before bed?” Lane again.

Then Kent, in quick succession. “Tuck you in nice and tight, and come running when you had a nightmare?”

There’s barely enough time between the two to squeeze in a meager answer. Though Reese surmises that’s by design. 

Innuendos are funnier when they have a single target in the audience to fly over. At least, to people with cheap senses of humor. Easy laughs are no accomplishment when they weaponize the feelings of an innocent bystander. Even in his anger, Reese wouldn’t have humored them with a doe-eyed reply of feigned ignorance. It wasn't earned. 

“If I got to spend all of high school being coddled by a rocket, I'd still be milking that shit. Maybe if you had, she would've fucked you instead of your dad."

Reese’s brow shrinks to a contemptuous pinch. It wouldn’t take much for him to be reacquainted with his dinner; it’s already halfway there. 

As he looks over at Kody, he loses what little hope he had that he’d find a place in this friend group. He hasn’t found his people yet, on the team or in general, but Reese is certain they’re not sitting around him tonight.

"How far along's your mom?" Callie seizes the conversation knowingly.

Briefly, her pale eyes slice pointedly in the direction of her… whatever Lane is to her, and then back to Reese, warmth restored.

"Uh, almost seven months? But Josie and I were both late, so Dad thinks we'll have to wait until the end of summer until she's here. Maybe they’ll share a birthday.”

"She?" one of the freshman girls squeals, clutching her companion’s forearm in excitement.

"Yeah," Reese says bashfully, head dipping to conceal the grin tugging the corners of his mouth. The meat of his cheeks ache with joy. “Two sisters."

"I give Johnson Sr. six months before he puts the moves on Nanny 2.0,” Lane’s whisper pierces the lukewarm calm that settled the table at his… Callie’s hand. 

She kicks his shin. Hard.

"You really think the old timer's game is that reliable?" Kent picks up the slack between open-mouth chews.

And Kody is not far behind, “He's decently famous and moderately rich. That was enough the first time, so why wouldn't it work for the second? Or, Junior, maybe this next one can be yours—if you pull your head out of your ass in time, that is."

Reese is done. Has met—no, exceeded his limit. He doesn’t have to sit here and take this. Yeah, it would be better for the locker-room culture if he stuck around, but a boost in morale wasn’t worth the decimation of his pride.

His goodbye is simple but effective. The deafening screeeeech! of his chair sliding back on the linoleum.

The sidewalk is blurry beneath his feet as he trudges back to safety. Whether it's the tears’ fault or how quickly he’s running, Reese can’t be sure. All he knows is that he needs to be as far away from them as possible.

He needs… he needs…

Reese’s fingers tremble defiantly while he fishes for his phone. He continues to fight with them, shoving his key into the door and pushing it open with the other as he scrolls through the call log. He slams the world out and hits the green icon.

“Reese? Are you okay?” your groggy, but no less sweet voice flits through his phone. 

Only two rings. 

Reese’s shoulders melt, comforted by the familiar warmth of what home sounds like. But his mouth remains frozen, stuck. 

You allow a few beats of silence to lapse, giving him ample space to answer if he is able and wants to before speaking again. “Do we need to come up tonight?”

He blinks, attempting to wash away the salty film over his eyes to read the clock above his desk. 1:37 AM, the angry red letters read. 

Guilt seeps into the mix of nasty emotions monopolizing his body. The acidic cocktail begins its ascent of his tender throat.

You shouldn’t be up right now. Not this late, not when his sister’s made you an insomniac for so much of your pregnancy. Not because someone was mean to him.

Reese feels like an asshole. An inconsiderate asshole bothering you with his problems in the middle of the night, knowing you’re already sacrificing your weekend for him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry for waking you and the baby, and probably Dad, too. I—It's nothing, really. It can wait. We can talk about it when it's not, y’know, the middle of the night.”

“Reese, no one sets off the alarm on my Bullshit Radar faster than you do. You wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t urgent. Talk to me, Reeses Pieces. You know I won’t be able to go back to sleep knowing you’re not alright.”

Reeses Pieces. The nickname, said with such casual affection, is like a magic wand.

“Uh— I-I, um… I had a, um, a r-really bad night… and I— and I just really needed to hear y-your voice, Mom.”

It slips out. Slips free. It just… slips into the mix with all the other words like it belongs there, too. And it does. It feels right. Reese feels a twinge of satisfaction. Regardless of the circumstances (and the night he’s had), it happened.

It finally happened.

The floor crumbles a little and gentle flames lick at Reese’s cheeks. His phone feels as though it's floating up and away from his clammy palm. He’s telling his fingers to tighten their grip, to hold on. They hesitate, and when they finally decide to obey, it only makes matters worse. He fumbles, nearly dropping his phone to the floor. The elephant easing down onto his chest is making it hard to focus, to think, to listen. 

“Reese? Did I lose you, bub?”

He blinks himself out of the daze. “Hmm? No, I—I, sorry. I’m here.”

“Oh, Reesey. I was just saying I was glad you called then. I mean, I always love it when you call. Even when it’s to tell me you sent your Airpods through the washing machine. Again.”

Reese barks out a phlegmy laugh.

Note to self: the rice hack only works the first time you let your electronics go for a swim.

Second note to self: this reaction—this non-reaction is better than any teary blubbering or callous rejection. Normalcy doesn’t require a reaction.

“You can always, always call me. Especially when you’re having a rough time. Even when it's the middle of the night. My main priority in life is making sure you’re safe and happy, you and JoJo. And the peanut sitting on my bladder. And the 6’4 blanket-hog snoring like a hacksaw beside me.”

“Maybe we should get Dad a sleep study coupon for his birthday,” Reese teases.

He feels better now. You, and finally being courageous enough to be vulnerable, was the medicine. Reese feels lighter than he has since you dropped him off in September.

You snort. “I’ll gladly pay to see your dad covered in wires. But, as much as I love laughing at his expense when he’s none-the-wiser, that's not why you called. Spill it.”

He does. The spiel tumbles out like an overdue avalanche, and Reese hardly realizes how quickly he’d been talking until he finishes with burning lungs. You listened patiently, letting him get it all out without interruption. You were good about that, knowing when someone needed room to rant more than they needed interjections with guidance or commentary. Reese usually fell in the first category, tonight being no exception.

“…I just don’t get why they found it so funny. Or why they even thought to say it in the first place. It's so...gross.”

He listens to you sigh and knows you’re doing it through your teeth. You’re probably massaging the waves of frustration between your eyebrows, nose scrunched. Josie calls it your ‘Dragon Face’ because of the way frustration contorts your features, but Reese adopted the term into his own lexicon because it almost always appeared when someone threatened the safety of your family. Like him, you’re generous with your protection. Fierce without delay. 

“Because you aren’t them, Reese. You’ve always had a strong sense of right and wrong, respectful and not. And you’re rarely swept up by group-think, if ever. Those things may feel like a curse right now, but I promise they’ll be superpowers one day.”

“I wish I could fast-forward to that day. This sucks,” he groans, tossing himself backward onto his twin bed.

“It does suck. Majorly. Still, even if you had time travel in your vast arsenal of powers, I’d tell you to stay put, Reese. Part of college is learning how to deal with immature people, building up a tolerance for their bullshit as you grow stronger and more confident in yourself.”

“But I’m not strong. I ran away crying like a little baby,” Reese croaks into his pillow. A warm saltiness tickles his eyelashes.

“You removed yourself from a bad situation, and you let yourself feel your feelings in the present tense. Those are both huge wins in my book,” you counter.

Your voice is louder now, stronger. Like coaxing Reese—coaxing your son out of a pit of self-pity breathed all the energy you lacked for the better part of a year back into you. The subtle shift whittles away some of his earlier guilt.

“It takes guts to do that, Reese. Most people spend years trying to learn what you did instinctively. Some people never learn to do it at all. And don’t tell anyone, but I’d put money on Kody, Lane, and Kent being some people.”

Reese snorts. “I know you’re right, but I think what’s actually bugging me is that you guys’ll be subjected to that shit this weekend. It’s one thing for them to say it to me, but it’s another to say it to you or in front of JoJo. I hate that people care so much about us and our business that they can’t keep their mouths shut. If you don’t feel comfortable coming now, I would totally understand. Fuck, if I were you, I’d never visit again. Maybe I could come home this weekend instead?”

“Reese, as sweet as that is, the only thing that’ll stop me from coming this weekend is early labor, not chauvinist pigs.”

“You shouldn’t even have to hear it, though. And besides, won’t smiting college kids stress the baby out?” Reese asks, worry tearing through his voice despite the lighter tone.

“Do you honestly think your dad will let them get more than a couple words out?” you ask through an airy chuckle.

For the second time tonight, someone else speaks before Reese can.

Erik’s voice is muffled and gravelly, but the protective bite—the very same one that took hold of Reese at dinner and you just moments ago—is loud, “They’ll keep their mouths shut if they want to keep whatever teeth they have left.”

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➼｡ﾟQUINN HUGHES

➼｡ﾟSETH JARVIS

➼｡ﾟSIMON BENOIT

➼｡ﾟTRENT FREDERIC

➼｡ﾟWILLIAM NYLANDER

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SERIES [Masterlist]

Intern x Willy ☆

Inexperienced!reader x Willy ☆

Dad!Willy x reader ☆

Prof!Willy x reader ☆

Love Me Harder - William Nylander x ofc

Better In Time- Frederik Andersen x reader ☆

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COLLECTIONS

A HOLIDAY COLLECTION

250 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

[oeldeservesthenorris]

If I had to guess prior to the end of the series who would most likely go full on Erik Johnson in his Stanley Cup celebration I would have sworn it would have been Chucky, but turns out Niko Mikkola is making a strong case for that honor.

ALSO, if you're in the area and looking for a snack....

[wyattjohnston]

all fic | universe | gifs | exchanges

(alphabetical order by team, then by player)

updated: 4 Aug '24

* = contains smut

boston bruins

charlie mcavoy

kiss it better now

carolina hurricanes

andrei svechnikov

kinda hope they catch us

tyson jost

it’s me & you

out of ten

this is getting good now (series of one shots)

chicago

taylor hall

better at leaving* & i just keep coming back to you*

colorado avalanche

gabriel landeskog

‘til you give me all your love

nathan mackinnon

the second time

you always did feel just like home

dallas stars

jake oettinger

the saddest thing i know

roope hintz

no sound worse than silence

tyler seguin

ain’t no sunshine (#1, #2, #3, #4, #5, playlist)

edmonton oilers

jeff skinner

your eyes look like coming home

leon draisaitl

lock in your love

florida panthers

matthew tkachuk

don't want to miss you like this

you gotta kiss somebody (sometimes)

montreal canadiens

josh anderson

what am i to you?

nashville predators

nick blankenburg

need a little company

new jersey devils

dougie hamilton

i’ll bet you didn’t even know

jack hughes

make it weird

we all have our secrets

we don't have no time to waste (series of one shots)

nico hischier

late nights in the middle of june (series of one shots)

not perfect (but we were)

turbulent

new york islanders

mat barzal

all eyes, they're on you (series of one shots)

uh oh

new york rangers

chris kreider

toward a feminine sea

philadelphia flyers

erik johnson

only all the time (series of one shots)

joel farabee

fell in love with you in stages

travis konecny

take me as i am (series of one shots)

pittsburgh penguins

anthony beauvillier

into moonlight (series of one shots)

kevin hayes

got a hold on me* (series of one shots)

how those rumours fly

ryan graves

never saw you coming

to hold your hand (would be the bravest thing)

seattle kraken

andre burakovsky

dreamer (just like you)

we look good together*

jamie oleksiak

my picket fence

your eyes look like coming home

st louis blues

colton parayko

open your heart to me

kasperi kapanen

let's get these wheels in motion*

toronto maple leafs

mitch marner

give the stars something to watch

morgan rielly

sache que je serai la tienne (series of one shots)

william nylander

let's get these wheels in motion*

vancouver canucks

brock boeser

and i had silly dreams

take you one day at a time (series of one shots)

elias pettersson

been a long time coming

jake debrusk

stay forever

quinn hughes

closer than i ever even knew

let's finish what we started

until the light shines through

vegas golden knights

noah hanifin

the one who needs saving

washington capitals

nicklas backstrom

give up the game

pierre luc dubois

never said a thing

tom wilson

in the shadows & still want more

winnipeg jets

adam lowry

breaking all the rules

[smileysvech]

in honor of taylor’s re-recording of 1989, I’m celebrating with another moodboard series!

links to each moodboard will be posted below under the cut. i’ve already planned a few, but the songs listed without a player’s name next to it are open for requests! I hope y’all are as excited as I am for this!

welcome to new york – mat barzal

blank space – mikko rantanen

style – andrei svechnikov

style – mat barzal

out of the woods – brady skjei

all you had to do was stay – brady skjei

shake it off – erik johnson

I wish you would – matt martin

bad blood – pyotr kochetkov

wildest dreams – martin nečas

wildest dreams – jt compher

how you get the girl – mat barzal

this love – andrei svechnikov

I know places – anthony beauvillier

clean – tyson jost

wonderland – mat barzal

you are in love – brady skjei

you are in love – tyson jost

new romantics – andrei svechnikov

tagging some friends to boost: @pyotrkochetkov @mendeshoney @fallinallincurls @comphy-and-cozy @jostystyles @barzysunflower @laurenairay @behoright @corneliaskates @thewintersoldierdisaster @senditcolton @typical-simplelove

[senditcolton]

Clues I Didn't See

Unflinchingly settling your head into your lover’s lap while they watch television/are reading a book/doing their favorite hobby. Asking your lover to explain what’s going on/what they’re doing.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by @barzysunflower | word count: 0.9k | warnings: none! part of the "unexpected" universe

You were never a big party person. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why you and Nate became close friends. You were both more introverted and while Nate chose to stay in so he could practice his hockey skills – always so serious, which you teased him about relentlessly – you preferred to spend a night in curled up in a blanket with a good book.

How you managed to fall for the equivalent of a golden retriever that always wanted to interact with people and drag you along to every team get-together was beyond you.

But that’s why you were here at yet another Avalanche party. It was a very relaxed atmosphere – nothing too wild, nothing too crazy. But you still felt a little overwhelmed.

This time though, you couldn’t blame you discomfort on the atmosphere or the numerous strangers around you (seeing as you were at Gabe’s house surrounded by teammates and their partners). This time, you knew exactly where that awkwardness was stemming from.

It was because you showed up on Erik Johnson’s arm as his date instead of Nate’s platonic plus-one.

This wasn’t the first outing the two of you had after ‘officially’ going public about your secret hook-ups turned relationship but it still felt a little awkward being so open about your connection when, for the past few months, all the two of you had been doing was sneaking around.

That awkwardness coupled with your general dislike of parties had you sneaking away from the main hubbub of the crowd, your small tote bag flung over your shoulder. It took you a minute to find a cozy little nook – complete with a small loveseat, blanket, and lamp close by.

You sigh, collapsing onto the cushions, kicking off your sandals as you tuck your feet beneath you. Reaching into your bag, you fish your current read, the need to have a book constantly by your side never letting you down. After removing the bookmark and placing it in the back of the book, you relax, your eyes scanning over the pages, getting lost in the fictional world.

A few minutes later, the sound of a throat clearing draws your attention from your reading. You look up to see Erik standing in the entrance to the room, a bemused look on his face.

“You know, we don’t have to sneak around to be together anymore,” he teases.

“I know that,” you laugh, gently shaking your head.

“Then why are you back here?”

“Just needed a little break from the excitement,” you explain, holding up your book. “Besides, this gives me time to get a little further into this novel.”

You hear EJ give a small hum as a response and you turn back to the book. You expected him to disappear but you are somewhat startled when you feel his body settling onto the loveseat next to you. Your head turns to look at him with a confused quirk of your eyebrow.

“Aren’t you gonna go back to the party?”

“Eh, they aren’t gonna miss me that much. But I’d miss you so, why not follow your lead and take a little break?”

Your heart softens at his words; softens at the way he is willing to sacrifice his own time with friends to share a quiet moment with you. You shoot him a gentle smile before turning your attention back to the book in front of you. Only a few seconds pass before you feel Erik shift, nestling in closer and leaning his body down, his head coming to rest in your lap.

“What are you reading?”

“Sense & Sensibility. I’m trying to read all seven Jane Austen novels. This is only my second,” you explain.

“Could you read me a bit from it?” he asks, those dark brown eyes of his eagerly looking up at you. The smile on your face doesn’t falter as you turn your eyes back to the page, scanning over the paragraphs until you find a good quote.

“It is not time or opportunity that is to determine intimacy,” you begin, your voice soft, your hand absentmindedly finding his hair, running through the blonde locks. “It is disposition alone. Seven years would be insufficient to make some people acquainted with each other, and seven days are more than enough for others.”

You glance down at him, his eyes trained to your face and his pupils filled with affection. He looks so handsome – not just in the physical sense but in the way he looks at you, the way he appreciates you, the way he cares about you.

Those feelings are enough for you to drop your head down, your lips connecting with his in a gentle kiss. Erik gladly accepts, his own hand finding the back of your neck to hold you close. The two of you stay like that, tangled up in one another until a new voice interrupts.

“Wow, sneaking away for a make-out session?”

Your lift your head up, your lips departing from Erik’s as both of your heads turn towards the sound of the voice. You can feel your cheeks heat at the sight of Gabe in the doorway, his arms crossed in front of him and a smirk on his face.

“You guys realize we all know about the two of you now, right? I mean, you two weren’t being very subtle about it before but now, there’s no need to hide if you want to kiss each other.”

“Shut up, Gabe,” EJ chirps at his best friend, flipping him the bird for good measure while you bury your face into the center of your book to hide your embarrassment.

The combination of the two of your responses make Gabe throws his head back, his maniacal cackle being the only sound that lingers after he departs. 

[equallyshaw]

the medicated series feat, jamie drysdale. epilogue. (+ small social media post.)

warnings: mentions adoption and divorce!

word Count: 2.1k +

- The Medicated Series: features OC’s with medical issues such as depression, anxiety, physical disabilities such as MS or Rheumatoid Arthritis as well as any other autoimmune disease such as Crohn’s, endometriosis, infertility, etc. (not an autoimmune but you get it).

Two time skips!

Shoutout to @fallinallincurls Thankyou for supporting this little story- it has meant the world🫶🏻

← part three - part one →

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jamie looked down at his sleeping wife and rubbed his eyes, it had been another long night of talking this off season. the couple had recently turned 30 years. last time we saw them they were just getting married. 5 years ago. the couple for some time had been itching to begin a family, but sofia's health had gotten worse after getting much better. now after 2 years of chemo and some luck, she still had not been able to get back to her 'normal' self. whatever normal was. jamie through it all, was a god sent. never wavering. but she knew how much of a toll it took on him. especially, because she knew how much he wanted some kiddos running around. she had gotten very depressed the previous year, thinking that divorce would be the most viable option because atleast then jamie would get kids.though after a few sessions with their therapist, that had been thrown out the door because jamie declared, that he'd never sign the papers. yet as luck would have it, she and jamie had been discussing for the last year that if there was an oppurtunity for them to adopt they would, they wouldn't pass up that oppurtunity.

even a year later, sofia woke up during the night feeling helpless and lost. everybdoy on the team that was around their age had had a child already. trevor and jasmine had been going strong in their marriage for the last six years, and had 3 kids to show for it. sofia felt like she was missing out on life and all that it could posess. no matter how many times she was told that she was already doing enough and was doing amazing, by her family and friends. she had recently put the idea out into the universe that if they were meant to have kids, her health would allow for her at one point.

sofia woke up the next morning to the bed empty, jamie had stirred an hour prior to take a phone call from his brother. who hadn't been able to sleep the whole night. sofia climbed out of bed, feeling her knees crack beneath her before she was able to stand up straight enough to go downstairs. sofia heard jamie on the phone with his brother, and she finally caught a glimpse of him as she took the last step. he was sitting at the kitchen counter, on his laptop looking at emails from his mother. sofia kissed the back of his head, and he turned to look at her. she smiled, walking over towards the nespresso machine and grab her phone. she pulled out her medicines from the cabinet and did her little ritual waiting for jamie to finish. "ok , ill talk to her. thanks, love you too." he said hanging up. sofia minded her buisness, pressed the coffee machine and heard the lovely sound of expresso brewing. she put her medicine container back up and turned around to jamie, as she swallowed them. he watched her as she did so, and she gave him a curious glance. "ah..yes?" she said resting her water cup on her chest. "that was charlie..." he began and she nodded for him to continue. "he uh had something to tell me..." he continued and she nodded, turning around and grabbing the brewed expresso shot. "you know how you and i talked about...adopting?" he asked and she froze. her thoughts running a mile a minute, and turned around slowly. she met his gaze, his ever hopeful gaze. "yes, i do jamie." she said non chalantly. "well uh...god i dont know how to explain it." he sighed, turning around his laptop for her to read. she glanced at jamie for a brief second before turning back to the computer.

she read a short snyospis about a 3 year old girl out of nova scotia, from her mother in law. apparently the girl, had been dropped off at a friend of charlies, and the friend had been reaching out to people if they knew anybody who would like to adopt her on behalf of the county she was in, as he and his wife were the current foster family. her blue eyes pierced sofia's and sofia smiled, before looking back up at jamie. he had those ever hopeful eyes, waiting for her to respond. she set down her coffee and walked over towards jamie, who let her into his embrace. she smiled and nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. "yes, jamie. i'd like for us to meet her." she stated and he nodded pulling her in for a kiss.

a month later, around july 7th, jamie and sofia took the 2 hour flight up to nova scotia. nathan mackinnon had offered his summer house to them while he and his wife were overseas in london for the month. the couple graciously took up the offer, and settled in for the night. the couple tossed and turned all night, not be able to calm their nerves over the next morning. finally morning came and the two were taking a brief moment together before leaving. "what if she doesnt like us?" sofia said placing her hands on her hips and shutting her eyes as if she was going to cry. "hey hey hey, dont say that. shes going to love you." he said, and she cracked a smile. "shes going to love you too." sofia said reopenign her eyes and smiling. he brought her in for hug, quickly kissing her temple as he did so. he felt her decompress, once she wrapped his arms around him. they left a few minutes later and made the 15 minute drive to the downtown.

they saw charlies friend griffith standing with her as she walked through the mini splash pad they had in the center of downtown. sofia and jamie walked hand in hand together, griffith waved at the two and they smiled. griffith bent down to talk to the young girl, and as soon as she turned around to look at the couple, sofia felt a feeling deep within her stomach that this was meant to be happening. she clenched jamie's hand a bit tighter, and he looked down at her as they were nearing the two. she smiled up at him, before kneeling down to girl's height to introduce herself. jamie froze for a second taking in her kneeling and making sure she wasn't in serious discomfort. he shook griffiths hand before kneeling down as well.

"hi rosialie, its so nice to meet you! im sofia and this is my husband jamie." sofia began pointing at herself then at jamie. rosalie softly smiled before grabbing sofia's finger. so-fi-a ja-me." she repeated and sofia giggled, sitting down on her butt. "jam-ie." sofia enunciated, "jamie." rosalie repeated and sofia nodded. "hi." the little girl said smiling widely, and giggling. "can do something?" she asked broken up and the couple nodded. "ofcourse rosalie! what would you like to do?" jamie questioned, and the girl smiled. "paint?" and the two looked up at griffith who nodded excitedly.

2 months later.

it was halloween when sofia and rosalie arrived in newport beach. she had taken the almost three months to stay in toronto with jamie's family and vist her mom in minnesota and then erik in denver, who retired there once his playing career was over. though, he liked to pop over to dana point every so often. their very first meeting was enough for them to adopt rosalie and were incredibly grateful for how smooth and quickly the process was. the duo arrived just in time as jamie finished some of the last touches on the halloween party decor and food. erik and his wife, jackie were there to the girl's surprise. "who's that rosalie?" sofia said, pointing towards the old manchild dressed in a buzz lightyear costume. jamie was woody, sofia was jessie, and jackie was bo peep. "if it isn't my favorite niece!!" he said nad rosalie giggled as he walked up with 'spide fingers' ready to tickle. she thrashed in sofia's arms giggling up a storm as erik finally took ahold of is only niece. jackie came up behind him and greeted the young girl. sofia walked into the kitchen to find jamie focusing on the food being in the perfect spot. "hi." she mused as he looked up, and his eyes widened. "your costume!" he said freaking out. "its okay, i have it right here in my bag." she said kissing his cheek as she reached over for some pretzels, smirking before walking off towards the powder room to change quickly. jamie knocked on the door a few minutes later with her cowgirl boots, ones that had seen better days. and by better days, one's that didn't include stagecoach.

she walked back out and threw her bag into the garage and would deal with it later. she heard the front door open and some greetings as erik walked into the kitchen with rosalie. "i thought it'd get overwhelming for her." erik explained and sofia nodded, thanking him. "hey sweetie, were gonna meet some people. is that ok?" she said and rosalie nodded. "if it isn't miss rosalie!" she heard jasmine cheer, as she walked into the kitchen. "can you say hi, rosalie?" sofia asked and rosalie said hi. "im your auntie, auntie vicky." victoria said introducing herself. 8 year twins christian and angelie ran up to sofia begging to gain rosalie's attention. "guys, back off duudes." victoria said slightly pulling the twins back. rosalie watched them with inquisiitve eyes. trevor then walked in with callie the two year old, in his arms. "yeah duudes." trevor said grinning and the twins laughed. "hi rosalie!" callie screamed, causing rosalie to smile widely. "this is callie." sofia explained, and rosalie blushed. "hi cal." she said and the three parents smiled. "do you want to play?" sofia asked and rosalie nodded. "how about the playroom?" sofia asked and callie nodded. "you have a playroom auntie?" christian asked and she nodded, "yes its brand new though." sofia said setting rosalie down to follow them. "oh cool!!! new toys!!!!" angelie said and sofia and victoria followed the three kids into the playroom to make sure they settled in ok. the two mom's watched in awe, as the four got along rather well. sofia looked to her best friend and smiled, "thankyou for being there every step of the way. you have no idea how much ive appreciated the help and support." sofia said and victoria smiled, pulling her best friend into a hug. "now you just need some mummy juice." victoria grinned, and sofia said amen to that.

2 months later.

it was christmas in newport as erik and jackie came over from dana point, her mom flew in as well as his parents and brother plus his brothers family. rosalie had settled in nicely to the family and newport, becoming friends with the neighbors and recently the two had begun 'mommy and me' classes at their local gymnastics gym and dance studio. it was currently christmas eve, and after a long day of festivities. jamie and sofia were finally able to wrangle their little one to bed.

after a brief warm bath and some sleepytime tea, the two were now laying down with the young blonde to read, "going on a bear hunt." a staple of sofia's childhood. rosalie was softly snoring at the end of the story and the two's heart just melted looking down at their daugher. just at the two were slowly trying to untangle themselves from the young one, she said the two words they had yet to hear from the little girl. jamie whipped his head towards sofia who was nodding, and on the verge of tears. "mama..." the little girl spoke, and sofia cuddled up to the young one. sofia took ahold of the girl's hand and held it softly. jamie smiled down at his two girls and smiled, "daddy..." the little girl spoke. jamie followed sofia's thinking and cuddled into the little girl as well. he took ahold of rosalie's hand softly, and connected his other hand with sofia's. the two slept the night with their daughter, waiting for santa's arrival.

rosalie awoke a few hours later and saw jamie and sofia nestled in next to her. she softly smiled, before yawning and falling back to sleep. ozzie their 9 year old terrier mix, ran in and jumped on the bed and quickly found a comfortable spot - at the edge of roaslie's feet. they awoke the next morning to the smell of cinnamon french toast and coffee. jamie tickled the little girl causing her to giggle loudly, waking up sofia. she smiled taking in the sight. their little trio were meant to be, after all these years.

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@sofiajdrysdale: 1 year with our little girl Rosalie😇🫶🏻

Tag: jamiedrysdale

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@erikjohnson: our little munchkin 🤍

@jamiedrysdale: my girls🫶🏻

@trevorzegras: the cats out of the bag🥹

@jasminezegras: my favorite family !

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@jamiedrysdale: my favorite memories from the past year🤍

Tag: sofiajdrysdale

134.7k likes, 23.6k comments.

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@sofiadrysdale: I love our little family🤍

@6erikjohnson: rosalie is my favorite drysdale

@trevorzegras: she’s got you wrapped around your finger

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And my story is now finished ! Thankyou for the ones that have continued to read this story, it has meant the world 🤍

[laurenairay]

I still can’t believe that this many of you follow me but I appreciate all of you so much!

This weekend I wanted to celebrate with a little blurb prompt list weekend! I thought I’d try something a little different, something to get my creativity shaken up after posting a few longer fics recently, so I have curated a series of 12 blurb prompts, each based on a different type of kiss, and I would like to do each of them for a different player – so once a player’s name is updated on the list below, then he’s taken!

Please take a look at the list of players that I write for, and send in your ideas!

First Kiss - Nolan Patrick Shy Kiss - Andrei Svechnikov Surprise Kiss - Quinn Hughes Cute Kiss - Matt Martin Forehead Kiss - Matthew Tkachuk Passionate Kiss - Jack Hughes Sad Kiss - Anthony Beauvillier Goodbye Kiss - Elias Pettersson Reunion Kiss - Erik Johnson Funny Kiss - Tyson Jost Stop Talking Kiss - Jeff Skinner Accidental Kiss - Cale Makar