#even the hockey guy said it wasn't a hit to the head

[joe-pavelski]

Oh yes, the solution is clearly up give Jamie a concussion. Clearly.

[deadbydad-writes]

Punk!Miguel x Ballet!Reader. Reader invites Miguel over to her parents for winter break. They sleep in separate rooms, but in the middle of the night, Miguel sneaks into her childhood bedroom and fucks her as she struggles to keep quiet. If you could include both daddy/mommy kink and breeding kink (the idea of Miguel getting her pregnant in her childhood bed, while under her parents roof, is just so hot for some reason), that be wonderful ❤️

This could also work for Ice Skater! Reader x Hockey Player! Miguel, either or would be fine with me. Whatever’s easier for you ☺️

I LOVE THIS!

You didn't know if bringing your boyfriend Miguel to your parents' place for the day was a good thing or a bad thing.

You had been nervous and terrified when your parents asked if Miguel would be able to come and stay during the winter break, but you said yes anyway since you thought it was time that they met him anyway.

You and Miguel were different types of people. He was a punk and you did ballet, there really wasn't more that you could say. Miguel was always quiet and seemed annoyed with everyone while you always had a smile on your face and loved talking to people. You guys were polar opposites, but that' what probably attracted you to each other, and you were okay with that.

When you guys had made it to your parents house and settled in, you were scared about how your parents would feel and think about Miguel. You had never dated a guy like him before let alone brought one home, so you didn't know what to expect.

But, to your surprise and relief, your parents loved Miguel. He helped your mom cook dinner and even helped your dad cut wood for the fireplace. Hell, your dad told him that he approved of Miguel, which you didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, but you didn't ask. It made you happy that your parents liked him.

When it was time for bed you and Miguel had been placed in separate rooms that night. Miguel would sleep in the guest room and you would stay in the bedroom you grew up in.

Your room was pink with little ballerina's painted on the walls and the pillowcases on your bed were white with pink dots and your blanket was a baby pink shade. You were still small enough to fit in your old bed. Your bedroom had thin walls so when you had laid down you turned the volume on your phone way down while watching a movie.

Everything was silent...for about an hour.

It seemed that Miguel didn't like the fact that you slept in a separate room from him because about thirty minutes after your parents had gone to bed, he made his way out of the guest room and into your room, shutting the door and locking it behind him.

At first you thought that he just wanted to cuddle...but you were so wrong.

And this is how you found yourself laying underneath him with your face buried into the soft pillows underneath you to quiet your moans that threatened to escape past your lips, his large hands gripping your hips as he pounded into your tight wet heat from behind, his bare back pressed against your own and he kissed the skin on your neck and shoulders.

"Look at you," he whispered into your ear with a dark chuckle. "Taking my cock so well, even on your childhood bed.

He grabbed you by the hair and turned your head to the side so he could crash his lips against your own, instantly licking into the cavern of your mouth with a growl.

"Daddy," you whined against his lips, the pleasure from the tip if his cock hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars was starting to hurt in the most amazing way possible. You closed your eyes as you felt one of his hands move from your hip to lay on your flat stomach.

"Is it bad that I want to get you pregnant on your old bed?" Miguel let out another growl and started to fucking into you harder.

You let out a moan at his words and the thought.

"You would look so good, round and full with my babies," he groaned into the crook of your neck, his hips still grinding against yours as he nibbled on your neck. "Gonna be such a good mami for your papi, aren't you mi amor?"

You nodded your head desperately, too cock-drunk to form an actual response. You couldn't help but think about his words, about how you would look with your belly all swollen with Miguels children.

He would take such good care of you and your babies, keep you and them safe.

Finally, after a few seconds later, you felt his movements come to a halt as his cum filled you up, his cock still inside you to make sure none of it came out. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you came on his cock from the feeling.

"Gonna be such a good mami," Miguel whispered into your ear and pressed gentle kissed along your neck and jaw as he spooned you from behind.

You closed your eyes and put a hand on your stomach, a smile on your face at the thought of his babies growing inside of you.

And sure, maybe your parents did ask you about the noises from last night and the marks on your neck, but they wouldn't care when in about a month after then you and Miguel would tell them that you're expecting triplets.

Maybe bringing Miguel to meet your parents for the winter break was a good thing after all.

Holy fuck my fingers hurt, but I enjoyed writing this!

Honestly, kind of want to do a part two to this with the reader being pregnant with the triplets...what do you, the one who requested this and the lovely people who are reading this, what do you guys think? Should I make a part two? It probably won't be smutty but send anything you want to see in my inbox!

[peachhcs]

can we get any this from Sammy and Will at world I just need my broken heart to be fix for one moment

night out in prague

hughes!sister x will smith au (samy + will)

a night off in the city leads to the usa men's team heading into the city for a much needed night out.

1.4k words

as promised, here is some of samy and will at worlds before they broke up because i said i would still write about their happy moments in between the sadness to get a small break from the angst :)

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will's gaze stuck itself to samy as she walked towards him with a drunk smile spread across her lips. she wandered off towards the bar an hour ago taking shots with some of the girlfriends of the guys with will keeping a watchful eye on her a few tables away. he enjoyed seeing her get along so well with the others despite their age difference to some of the other players on the team.

the blonde forgot his conversation he was having as samy reached his side. he quickly smiled down at her, "hi."

"hi. miss anything exciting?" the girl wondered, tucking her head into will's shoulder since he was her height sitting in the booth.

"not really. enjoy your shots?" will chuckled lightly when samy eagerly nodded.

"so good. you should've done a round with us," the brunette always got more touchy whenever she got drunk. her fingers reached to will's curls to play with them and the action had the boy flushing.

he loved the feeling of samy's fingers in his hair, but being around everyone else while she did it was still something the boy was getting used to.

the other guys at the table hardly even noticed, but it still sent a blush across will's cheeks nonetheless.

"i'm hungry," samy mumbled as she leaned more into her boyfriend. his arm wrapped around her waist basically keeping her up against him.

"wanna leave soon?" will wondered.

"no, i'm okay. don't wanna pull you away," she hummed towards the guys still in their own conversation will stopped listening to.

"i don't mind. i was thinking about leaving soon anyway," the blonde said.

"are you sure?" samy never wanted to pull her boyfriend away if he wasn't ready to leave. she didn't mind hanging around longer as long as she probably started drinking water instead of more alcohol.

"yeah, i'm sure. don't worry," the hockey player beamed up at her. his smile was hard to ignore knowing he was being serious, so samy returned it.

"okay, as long as you're sure. i'll say bye to luke," the younger girl caught sight of her brother a few tables down.

the middle hughes saw his sister walking towards him, smiling a bit, "what's up little hughesy?" poor samy would never escape that nickname, especially whenever she was around her brothers since they were always "hughesy" before her.

"will and i are gonna leave. just wanted to let you know," the girl told the older boy.

"leaving already?" cole wondered from beside luke.

"yeah, i think those rounds of shots did me in," samy chuckled lightly.

"i can tell. your cheeks always get red whenever you have a lot of alcohol," luke quickly squeezed samy's cheeks which instantly made her pull back.

"shut up. you're the same," the girl poked her brother's flushed cheeks. he just rolled his eyes while the others laughed.

"have fun back at the hotel. don't be too loud," trevor teased earning an eye roll from samy and a gagging motion from luke.

"god, do not say that shit around me about my sister. gross. text me when you get back," luke shook his head in disgust.

"you're such a baby. see you," samy pinched her brother's arm before finding her way back to will who finished paying their tab.

"ready?" the blonde hooked his arm around samy's waist again. the girl nodded, so the two hurried out before anyone could stop them and drag them back in.

the city slowed down once night hit besides the few cabs driving through the streets and people wandering back home from the bars much like samy and will were doing. prague was so beautiful at night, too. the girl's gaze was glued to the buildings with incredible architecture that reached into the sky.

"i could stay here forever," samy mumbled.

"you and me both," will hummed, his hand going to intertwine with samy's

"do you ever wish you could stay in the countries you travel to forever?" the youngest hughes' gaze fell on her boyfriend. from the side he was stunning. his curls started growing back out after his last haircut and his entire face in general was just to die for.

"yeah, sometimes. i wish we'd get more time to explore," will's own gaze flicked across the impressive buildings and night sky.

"i don't know if i've said this, but i really like traveling with you. it's really fun and it's been super awesome cheering you and my brother on," samy felt will's hold tighten on her hand. he met her gaze with a smile, stopping them on the sidewalk for a moment.

"i'm really glad you're here. it means a lot that you came out and i hope we can continue doing this," the two exchanged warm smiles before their lips were on each other's seconds later.

will's told tightened on samy's hips as their kiss deepened. the streets of prague were practically empty, so the couple used that by their advantage to kiss under the starts as cheesy as it all sounded. samy's fingers tugged at the curls on the back of will's head making him kiss her even harder. they practically lost themselves in one another.

"you're so beautiful," will mumbled when they finally pulled apart for air.

"i love you," samy hummed earning a large smile from her boyfriend.

"i love you more," the blonde placed one more kiss to her lips before making them continue walking to the hotel.

the rest of their walk was spent in comfortable silence. the two gently swung their connected hands back and forth until reaching the hotel. the front desk nodded to them as will dug out his key card to take them to their floor.

once will kicked their door open, samy stumbled in. she tore her heels off, falling back onto the bed with a happy smile painting her lips. the blonde chuckled seeing her sprawled out across the bed, quickly plopping down beside her as the two began staring at the ceiling. 

"be honest with me. are you signing when we get back?" samy wondered because she saw the news headlines and all the circulation about will, gabe, and ryan possibly signing. the couple hadn't talked much about it since they lost the ncaa finals as will kept it pretty sparse around her and everyone else. 

because of samy's slightly intoxicated state, she didn't pick up on the hesitation in her boyfriend's face nor the way the smile faded from his lips. she just assumed he didn't hear her or something. 

"i'm not sure," his answer finally came. 

"i feel like there's so much speculation going around. i mean, i'd be happy for you either way," the girl shrugged, a light smile tugging on her lips still. 

she missed will's hesitation again because he just rolled over so he was on his side and samy met his gaze. "i know you'd be happy for me either way. i think you're my number 1 supporter," the boy chuckled. 

"well, after your family, i hope i'd be. have i ever missed any of your games when you were close to or in michigan?" the brunette raised her eyebrow. 

will's smile faltered a bit, but again, samy didn't notice. her hand reached up to caress the boy's cheek as he leaned into her soft touch before kissing the inside of her palm. his gesture had samy giggling before pulling him into a real kiss against her lips. she fell back against the bed again as the hockey player sort of hovered above her so he wasn't completely crushing her with all of his body weight. 

the two continued making out until will pulled away knowing it was late and samy was intoxicated so they couldn't take it further. she pouted though when his lips left hers, "why'd you stop?" 

"it's late, we should go to bed. i got practice in the morning," the blonde chuckled. 

"when has that ever stopped you?" the girl teased some making will blush. 

"maybe when you're not drunk, yeah?" he grinned, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek instead. 

"fine," the boy rolled off of her back onto his feet where he reached his hands out to help her back up. 

the couple exchanged warm smiles before samy started towards the bathroom to wipe her makeup off and get ready for bed. fifteen minutes later, they were ready for bed in their pajamas or in will's case, pajama pants and no shirt. samy flicked the lights off before crawling into his side, snuggling into her boyfriend's extended arm. 

"i love you, sleep well," samy hummed into the boy's chest. he smiled even though she couldn't see it. 

"i love you, too," he placed one last kiss to the top of her head and then quickly knocked out for the night, soft snores filling the hotel room. 

[theosmommy1966]

Idrk where this came from.. it was just a thought and then three hours later.. here it is i guess. Snape in my head in this is Adam Driver. So yeah. Hope you like it!

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Your ears were ringing, not for the first time you were thankful to always have your own locker room. Being the only woman on a college hockey team came with a list of problems, so you were happy to have one less. The guys would just come pound on the door and be obnoxious as shit to let you know they were ready. Normally you would roll your eyes and laugh while joining them, today Pansy was pushing past Daph and Hermione to get to the door. 

Theodore being the tallest without skates on could easily see you quickly trying to braid your hair, only to start crying again as Hermione took over quickly. War was raging in him as he elbowed Mattheo who then felt the same way. They both wanted into the locker room. Both angry at whoever or whatever it is that has made you cry, but both also want to wipe your tears and comfort you. 

Pansy pulled the door shut and sighed, “Just.. I dont know.. I cant really tell you. But just take it easy on her, if shes struggling dont be dicks about it.. I dont know. This is kinda fucked.” Just as Draco went to ask what was wrong, the door flew open and you walked out gear ready besides your helmet needing clipped and you were chewing on your mouthpiece in anger. Your cheeks and eyes were red but you no longer looked sad. In the two minutes between the door opening and closing you had switched into anger. 

Anger the guys could work with. If you were mad, they could channel mad. Coach Sev could tell when your skates first hit the ice that it would be a rough game. It always amazed him how the mood of one player could set the mood for an entire team. True hockey fans could tell by the way someone skated where their mental state was. The way the team's blades sliced through the ice gave their fans goosebumps. Warm ups started as the other team hit the ice as well. Mattheo watched as your eyes followed their players, in one way he wasn't surprised. Your boyfriend was on the other team, went to a different college. What did surprise him was the way you watched for him. With a cold calculation in your eyes as you spun your stick in your hands, still chewing on your mouth guard. He needed to make sure you actually kept it in your mouth during the game. 

He was shocked, because this guy had been a rough patch in your friendship. Mattheo and Theodore hated the guy, the way he put you down but in a subtle way that you never seemed to catch. Saying how you were a good hockey player.. For a girl.. Theo was quieter in his annoyance, where Matt was not. Quiet was not a verb used to describe him.. Ever. It had caused dirty looks and small arguments, but he would never let anything come in between you. Even if it meant biting his cheek until it bled, or simply not being around when you were with him. 

As Captain he stood back watching everyone warm up, doing his own rounds while everyone stretches. Theo, his boyfriend and co captain glided up next to him looking towards you as well. They both silently watched as you and your boyfriend, Jacob, skated up to each other. They couldn't hear what was said but they could see his face. A smug smile, the kind you would give your girl right before you tell her how your teams gonna beat hers. It stayed for a few seconds, then it faltered, then it fell. “God I wish I knew what she said.” Mattheo said watching you skate backwards into line for warm ups. 

Your anger hadnt lessened at all when your eyes found Jake. Pansy had crashed in just as you were finishing up your laces, anger clear on her face before it fell into sadness. Without saying anything she shoved her phone into your hand. Your ears started ringing after the second video. The first one was Jake making out with some girl, the second was him telling his teammates how you were as shitty in bed as you were on the ice. That he was ready to be done because he wasn't getting any game changing secrets out of you anyways. 

There were a few more after that.. And pictures.. So many fucking pictures. Your heart broke so fast and so hard. The guys had been worried about this, how many times had Draco told you how stupid you were. Theo and Mattheo telling you that they just don't see why he would all of a sudden be interested in you just because of hockey. They swore you had a million better reasons to be interesting and he wasn't interested in any of them. Matt had told you that he talked shit about you, that he was constantly degrading. Blaise tried to be supportive, he wasn't rude to your face. But you knew he agreed. Enzo was the only one of your little group that told you he just wanted you to be happy. 

Just as quickly though you got mad. Mad didnt even cover it really, your skin was crawling. You thought people saying their blood was boiling was just an expression, but you could feel it. You wanted to claw at yourself to release some of this pressure. You were sweating and you knew if Hermione redid your braid one more time that you would snap at her and that wasn't fair. The chilly air hit your lungs and you drew in every bit you could. This was your happy place, where you had thrived since childhood. Sure your mom wishes you would have done figure skating, but your dad was thrilled. He never missed an opportunity to tell people about his daughter who plays hockey. 

For Jacob to insult your skills on the ice in any way was a joke. There was never a year from mites all the way to now in college where his stats were better than yours. He was just jealous, and now he would see the real hockey player in you. When his eyes connected with yours from his tunnel he smiled at you in a way that twenty minutes ago probably would have made you melt. Now all you see is condescension. It took everything for you to not just blurt it out. You let him flirt for a minute, tell you how he would make you feel better when you lost.

 Gag. 

You could feel the guys eyes on you, you knew it was time to get back. So you leaned in with a smile on your face like you were going in for a quick kiss. Just before his lips could touch yours you pulled back just a little. “Something crazy to think about.. Babe… By the end of this game.. the whole team will know you cheated on me… not only my team.. which is bad enough.” You chuckled as you pulled back enough to see his pale cheeks. “But imagine, Harry.. Ron.. Fred.. George.. Oliver.. They all love me too..” Somehow it was like Neville the sound man just knew what to play, because as soon as you pushed off to skate back to your team ‘...Ready for it. By Taylor Swift’ came on and you smiled meanly. “Good Luck.” 

You ignored your two best friends as you lined up, you ignored them again when you were waiting your turn and sent a hard puck right into the back of your soon to be exs knee. Snape hollered your name from the bench and gave you that look you hated. The guy wasnt even 10 years older than you, but he carried the authority and knowledge of an old man so whatever. Then it was time to line up, one of the guys had been hurt so you ended up in a defensemen position instead of forward where you normally were. Being one of the faster skaters and having great stick handling skills showed that was your niche. But you were tall for a girl. Standing at 5`11 without skates with a broad build that was strong but still soft in areas like the thighs so you were an ok fill in. 

Mattheo was the other first string defensemen, Draco was center, Theo and Enzo on either wing. Jacob was a first string forward, it couldn't have worked out better. You'd have to get Goyle some candy when he felt better. You were surprised at how well you were playing and keeping track of where your real target was. Mattheo kept trying to set up to be the one who would have to go after him, but you kept getting in his way. 

Everyone besides the girls gasped in surprise and shock when Jacob started to skate down the ice with the puck only to be roughly checked into the glass by you. Regulus, your kinda uncle, who was a few years older than you, was one of the refs. He came over to escort you to the penalty box when you whispered a quick low down on what he had done. Reggie nodded then winked when he closed the door to the penalty box. Just a moment later, Reggies friend Barty, the other ref knocked on the glass and winked. 

They both knew you were getting ejected from the game. That you were coming out of the box swinging. You had started to calm down just a tad bit. The cold air and the physical exertion are starting to help. That is until you hear a high pitched voice scream Jacob's name. When you turn your eyes lock with one of the girls from the videos. The girl from last night at his house party. The one you didn't go to for obvious reasons. When she did her little finger wave and smirked everything went fuzzy.

 The outsides of your vision was blurry as your eyes watched the clock and the ice. You just prayed Jacob was out when your time was up. Your ears were ringing as Jacob was called off the bench, 3 seconds left. The attendant, an older gentleman who worked with the athletics department chuckled as he prepped to open the door. He had seen this many times, sure never from this perspective, but he had daughters and he knew how they would react.

“Go get him a tiger.” 

You didn't even know where the puck was when your blade cut through the first slice of ice. You knew Mattheo was on the bench and Theodore was on the other side of the ice. Maybe ten strong strides across the arena. 6 before you dropped your stick. 3 before your gloves are off. 1 before your fist connected with his jaw. As you grabbed his jersey and used what every bit of strength you had to slam him back into the glass. In his shock he didn't realize that he was falling and you were swinging again.  

In another moment of perfect coincidence, you're right in front of your family's seats. Theodore Sr, Lucius, and your father are all standing up and cheering while banging their fists on the glass. Your mother has her mouth covered with her hands while Bellatrix and Cissy stand on their seats leaning to hold onto shoulders and watch. You hear someone come up behind you, you know its not a ref but they never even get the chance to grab at you. Theos flies past you and slams someone from the other team into the ice. 

Now you can hear Snape screaming curse words at you all as the bench clears. Reggie and Barty are both standing off to the side, eyes wide in pretend shock as they pretend to decide who's going where. Your mind momentarily slips away from beating Jacobs face in, but it snaps back into perfect clarity when his glove connects with the bottom of your jaw. You lose your grip in shock, which in some way is stupid. When you fall backwards and your helmet connects with the ice, the stadium falls silent. This had been the moment the entire college hockey league had been waiting for. How would it be handled, because while you were a woman, you had joined the team, and started the fight. 

In the silence, from the other team's bench, you hear Coach Black's voice. “KICK HIS ASS L/N!” More gasps followed as Neville changed the big screens to a video of Jacob saying you were a shitty player. Jacob tried to scramble up as half of his own teams heads snapped to him. Needless he knew now that he wasnt leaving the ice without getting his ass beat at least once more. Looking up towards the reporters box you could see Ginny and Neville leaning out and cheering for you. 

Alot of people were going to be getting in trouble after this game, but it didnt seem like anyone cared. It was a perfect moment of unity and unsportsmanlike conduct as people took their turns with Jacob before Regulus and Barty decided they would lose their jobs if they let it go any longer. While both teams skated off the guys all cheered for you and gave you pats on your back. Theo and Matt walked you to your locker room, you could tell they both wanted to say something. 

Matt looked like he was constipated, the look he only got when he was trying to figure out how to talk about his feelings. He wanted to tell you to stop looking for someone who would love you more than him and Theo did. That there would never be two people who cared more, or knew you better than they did. That they knew it was unconventional and that people would talk, but they wanted to be with you. They couldn't go without you anymore. 

Just as you whisper his name his brain short circuits and when it starts working again his lips are already on yours. His hands holding your cheeks as he memorizes how your lips feel just in case he never gets to do this again. When he pulls back he almost doesn't want to open his eyes, scared of what he will see. But all he sees is awe and confusion as you look from him to your other best friend.. His boyfriend.. Who you now think he just cheated on, right in front of.. 

Shit.

[bkaulitzz]

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭

more like this on my wattpad :3 @/b_kaulitzz

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info: LASER TAG LEMON, enemies to lovers if you squint, f!reader x dom!bill

c/w: just dirty talk, choking, fondling (f receiving)

a/n: THE FIRST HALF IS FROM JULY…my writing has improved so some stuff might be wonky

more under cut :)

"Happy birthday, to Valerie. Happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang, as Valerie leaned into her cake, blowing out her candles. I smiled as I watched her, she looked so gorgeous today, all dressed up for her birthday. I sat back on the couch, in a party room of the arcade place. It was lit with neon lights, the walls were carpet material with a purple hue. I hummed as I saw a plate of cake, held in front of me, looking up at the person who handed it to me. I felt my heart flutter as I met his dark brown eyes, taking the plate.

"Thank you, Bill, " I pursed my lips as I rolled my eyes, and he only smiled back as he handed me a fork. I began to eat the slice of cake.

"We're gonna play laser tag in a few, do you wanna join?" He said as he pointed his thumb back in the direction of the laser tag arena. I raised an eyebrow and looked over his shoulder.

"There's laser tag?" I muffled through the piece of cake in my mouth. He gave me a nod, grinning as he eyed me. "I'll join, I guess."

"I'll see you then, " Bill leaned down into my ear as he spoke. I felt my face heat up as he leaned back with a smirk, and walked off to get his piece of cake. I nibbled on my lip as I watched Bill awkwardly grab a plate from Valerie, they weren't even close. I don't even know why he got an invite. It was as if he HAD to be everywhere that I was. God, he annoys me. His stupid sly talk, his stupid hair, his pretty lips. I clenched the fork as I zoned out, my eyes on him. He turned to me, feeling my eyes on his. He tilted his head, coming over to sit next to me. "You shouldn't stare at people, it's rude, " He teased as he nudged me in my side with his elbow. I widened my eyes as I turned to him, we were so close that our thighs could overlap one another.

"I wasn't staring...I just zoned out, " I furrowed my brows, finishing the piece of cake. He tilted his head as he held a piece of cake to his lips.

"Why are you avoiding it? I know you were staring." He chuckled as he ate the piece of cake.

"I wasn't! Bill, just!... I just wanna play laser tag, " I huffed as I got up, to rush out of the rented party room. I left the used paper plate on the table in front of us. Bill frowned and watched.

"Wait!" I heard him call behind me as I excused myself past the other party people. I sighed in relief as I finally got out. I needed to get away from him. I looked around the arcade, eying each game. Guitar Hero? No, already played that. Dance Dance Revolution? No, too tiring. Air hockey! I widened my eyes and ran over, watching as a male leaned against it as he talked to another friend.

"Are you guys playing right now?" I spoke as I fidgeted with the hem of my long sleeves. The tan male turned to me, looking like he came straight out of a boy band. I felt a lump in my throat as my palms sweated, he smiled and shook his head.

"No, do you wanna play?" He asked as he went to the opposite side of where I stood at the air hockey table. I nodded, taking hold of a mallet. He smiled as he placed quarters in, taking a mallet and sliding the puck towards him. He hit it toward me, starting the game. I bit the inside of my cheek, hitting it back away from my goal. I smirked as the game went on, hitting the puck into his goal. He was so dreamy, his curls laid over his face so nicely, I almost lost the game from eying him. I furrowed my brows as my eyes went back and forth between him and the puck. We were tied, in the last seconds of the game. Come on, come on. I thought as I watched the puck slide back and forth, it was to the point you couldn't even see the distinct shape of it. I clenched the mallet as I tried to focus on the game, harshly hitting the puck. I gasped, feeling a pull on my wrist; my mallet gliding away from the goal as my grip pulled off, which caused the male to win.

"Come on, laser tag is starting, " Bill grumbled into my ear as he glared at the tan male. The male raised his arms as he watched us, smirking widely.

"I won! Have fun with your boyfriend!" I heard him say from a distance, as we walked off. I huffed as I stumbled along.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I responded, feeling Bill's grip around my wrist tighten. I frowned as we made it to where the others were. "What the hell, Bill? I was about to win!" I groaned as he let go of my wrist, once we got to the gear area. Everyone else was suited up, some fixing their shirts as they suited up.

"It's fine. You can play again later. This is more fun anyways, " Bill huffed as he walked to the opposite side, to put his gear on. I frowned as I watched him, what is wrong with him? I looked over to my side, only one vest left. I placed it over myself, sighing as I tightened it. The game controller opened the door, and everyone walked in. I followed behind, holding my gun up. I regret not inviting at least one friend here, everyone seemed to have a buddy. Techno music played above us, a countdown started and everyone ran off away from one another. Their vests lit up either blue or red. I chased after someone with a red vest, it was so dark, I couldn't make up their features or hair at least. My vest blinked as came close to them, giving off a zapping noise. I shot at them, before running off to hide behind a wall.

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My palms sweated with the grip on the plastic laser gun. I backed up into a corner, behind a wall with a sigh as I wiped off the sweat on my forehead. The blue light from my vest lit my face from underneath as I took a seat on the carpet. I sighed, fanning myself. The noise and the heat were way too overwhelming. I checked my face with the back of my palm, hoping my makeup didn't melt off by now. I sighed in relief as no color transferred, standing up again with the gun. I looked at the time on the gun, listening to the computerized gunshots as people ran by. Maybe, if I stayed here, I wouldn't have to deal with anybody. I raised my eyebrows as my blue light began to flash, aiming the gun around. My back pressed up against the wall. My heart dropped as I watched a figure enter my vision, turning around the corner to face me. The dark-haired male aimed the gun at me with a smirk as the red light under him blinked, making him look more intimidating.

"Bill?! Don't scare me like that!" I scowled, aiming the gun at him to shoot with both hands. He shook his head, putting a finger over his lips as he quickly used his own gun to push mine away. The plastic harshly clashed against each other as I tried to keep my grip, my sweaty palms worked against me. I folded up a bit as I tried to pick my gun back up, only for Bill to take my wrists in either hand. He grinned, looking down at me as he pinned me. "You're cheating! Don't try to steal points off of me, " I tried to fight against his restraint. He bit his lip with a smirk as his eyes were hooded, leaning close down to my face. My heart raced, looking up at him as he glanced over my lips.

"It isn't cheating if both of us are in on this, " He leaned down to my neck, brushing his plump lips against my sensitive skin. I shivered, closing my eyes as I tilted my head away.

"I don't think laser tag is played this way, Bill, " I looked back down at him as he looked up at me through his eyebrows.

"You know..." He slowly stood up, taking both of my wrists in his left hand. He moved his free hand down to my lower jaw to lift my attention to him. My face heated up as he admired my features. "I think it's unfair how you always try to tell me what's right. Why don't I show you?"

"What?..." My stomach turned as his hand slid down to wrap around my neck. His grasp on me was firm, yet so gentle. My breath hitched as I watched him lean down to my lips, his lips parting with a grin as he looked up into my eyes.

"You're not fighting with me over something for the first time, " He whispered as he hovered his lips over mine. I slightly leaned closer, only for him to lean away.

"Bill, please..." I felt so ashamed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. He let out a mocking gasp, gently rubbing my neck with his thumb.

"This is new, I like this look on you, " He leaned back down, smirking as he hovered over my lips. Our vests were so close by now, forming a slight purple together in the middle. I clenched my jaw as I looked up at him. I leaned close, gently taking his bottom lip between my teeth. I slowly pulled back on it, watching his content expression. "You could've just said something, babe, " He finally pressed his lips against mine. I closed my eyes, letting out a small whine as his grip around my throat gently tightened. His warm and soft lips moved harshly against mine, and my head leaned back against the wall. Bill's lips chased after mine with a small chuckle as he moved his hand away from my wrists. My hands shot into his slightly sweaty hair, his hands gripping my waist as he pressed his body into mine. He groaned, the vests creating a barrier.

"You're so frustrating, " I said into the kiss, tilting my head as I pulled him closer by his head. He chuckled against my lips.

"Yea?" He hummed in response. I let out a small satisfied sigh, my legs feeling like overcooked noodles as I grew weak. My stomach turned as I felt heat grow between my legs.

"You annoy me so much, " I groaned as my lips begged for more. Each kiss feels just as addicting as the first one. He gripped my jaw, causing me to whine softly as he moved his lips against mine.

"Mhm?" Bill smirked against my lips, moving his knee between my thighs. I gasped softly, clenching my eyes as my arms slowly fell to his shoulders. I desperately moved my lips against his, my eyebrows curving inward. His free hand glided down my body, tasting my lips as his fingers dug into my thigh. I let out another sigh, allowing him to slide his tongue entrance. I slowly opened my eyes, his eyes meeting mine as he swirled his tongue against mine. I moaned softly, feeling his fingers slide against my folds through the thin leggings. He pulled away from the kiss, looking down at me as he slowly traced my clit. I arched my back, tilting my hips into his touch. "I'm so frustrating, I can't help it, " He breathed down my neck. My head went dizzy with the grip around my throat and his hand applying pressure onto my clit. I let out small moans, his face holding a proud smile as he continued. "I'm so annoying, " He dragged out, speaking into my ear. "Aren't I?" He placed a soft kiss on my ear. I let out a high-pitched moan as his finger gently flicked against my clit. I dug my nails into his shoulders, his vest protecting him as I tried to keep my moans down. "Tell me how annoying I am."

"Fuck-- you, " I managed to let out, biting my lip to fight back moans.

"Yea? Say that again, " He narrowed his eyes as he applied more pressure, circling my clit with his fingers. I trembled, letting out repeated pants. "Answer me."

"Fuck-" My voice shook as he continued to keep eye contact, sliding his fingers against my folds. He kissed my lips again, I let out a small whimper. He chuckled against my lips as his thumb pressed against my jaw. I desperately whine, curling my fingers into the sleeves of his shirt.

"I win, " Bill smirked against my lips as he stared down at me. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes following down to the dying light of my vest. He held his gun in his free hand, the audacity of him still having his hand on my throat. I clenched my fists, furrowing my eyebrows.

"No way. You're serious?" I picked up my gun, trying to shoot at him yet it was off. He slid a hand down to my vest as he kept me against the wall.

"I'm sorry...that you lost..." He mockingly frowned and pecked my jawline. My eyes were wide as I watched him leave with a smirk on his face. My nails dug into the gun, nearly breaking apart the gun at the seams. I'll get him back.

© bkaulitzz; dont steal :(

bill kaulitz, bill, kaulitz twins, smut

[queer-cosette]

oh my god okay the weirdest thing happened at work today. Like this one wins 'weirdest thing that's happened to me while working in retail' and maybe even 'weirdest thing that's happened to me in general'. Like I'm not kidding this was straight up bizarre.

Okay so for those who don't know I work retail at a supermarket, specifically in the online shopping department. And one of my jobs is serving customers who want to collect their online grocery orders in-store rather than pay extra to have them delivered. So I'm outside, I've just finished serving a customer, and another car pulls up, so I take the order name and head inside to get this lady's shopping.

So I'm inside for maybe two minutes, right? Including the time it took me to walk from the collection point to the storage area, and the time it took me to walk back up with her shopping, I'm gone for maybe four minutes. Five tops. And I get back up to the collection point and I notice something lying on the ground on the pavement, right next to the parking bay.

(To explain the geography, the booth is at the side of the store, it consists of two parking spots one behind the other under a canopy, and there's a concrete walkway between the store and the parking spots that goes under the canopy and leads up to the main road behind the store, which itself is perpendicular to a shopping mall with the entrance facing the parking lot.)

So I get closer and I see this black thing lying on the ground, and I'm thinking, "Huh, is that, like, a bin bag? A really crumpled bin bag? That wasn't there five minutes ago, did someone drop a bin bag while I was inside?"

No, not a bin bag. I get close enough to see two distinct cups, and realise that it is, in fact, a bra.

Unworn - it still has the tags on. Victoria's Secret, the most notoriously overpriced store in the mall. Padded, with underwiring, with lace detail and diamanté on the straps. Expensive, definitely - I'm guessing in the range of £70 or more (over $90 in American money). I would NOT pay that much for a bra (the most I've paid for a bra is probably around £40, and the comfiest bra I own came in a pack of 3 for £25 and is in fact so unobtrusive I sometimes forget to take it off before I go to bed) but if I DID pay that much for a bra, I would NOT abandon it on a rain-soaked concrete walkway behind a supermarket.

I'm debating what to do about the bra - do I take a picture? Do I take it inside? Do I pretend not to see it? - when suddenly I hear screaming from the direction of the main road. I turn, slightly nervously, and see a guy barrelling along the walkway towards me at full tilt.

He looks to be between 30 and 45, with a full beard, and he's clutching a Victoria's Secret shopping bag to his chest. There are lacy bits spilling out the top. And, the most distinctive detail, he's screaming at the top of his lungs. I'm talking horror movie shrieking, like this guy sounds like he's being chased by a hook-handed man wearing a hockey-mask and armed with a chainsaw. There is no one else visible on the walkway.

And this guy sprints past me, snatches up the bra like a criminally-inclined cat swiping a fresh and crispy fish-stick out of a toddler's hand, and takes off in the direction of the mall. Doesn't bother putting the bra in his bag. It's flapping over his shoulder like a double-D lace and diamanté flag of mourning (presumably in honour of his dignity). He's still screaming.

And I'm left standing there, kind of unsure of what I just saw, and the customer gets out of her car and says, almost conversationally, "He was screaming for a while there." And I just have to serve this lady and act like this was a normal experience to have while at work at 5pm on a Saturday. I've had fish thrown at me by customers before, but this couldn't even be excused as an adult temper tantrum. This was, like I said, plain fucking bizarre.

Anyway, like, I don't necessarily like having stories from working in retail, but this one hits different, I think.

[hockybish]

Hello, was wondering if you could do a story about arber xhekaj you can do whatever you want with it. Thank you

okay friend, this is just a little thing. I hope you're okay that I did an oc, I gave her a Norwegian name (for some reason I picture her as someone who was either born in Norway and then made their way to Canada as a kid so they grew up there or her parents immigrated there) (if not let me know I will fix it!) im sure this idea has been done before, but I hope you enjoy.

also slight warning I know nothing really of hospital policies regarding breaks and people bringing in food for love ones or really the Canadian hospital systems, so this is most likely wildly inaccurate. apologies.

The Fighter

l Arber Xhekaj l arber x nurse l masterlist l

Arber loved visiting his girlfriend at her job after a game. He didn't always do it. But if it seemed like it was a slower night he would go in and bring her food.

Like tonight the Habs won their game and he wanted to celebrate a little with his girl, so he stopped by her favorite place and grabbed them both some take out and snagged a couple of boxes for her co workers to enjoy.

When he got to the hospital, he was able to head on into their little break area and she was in shortly after.

"You've been fighting again, haven't you?" she pursed her lips, she didn't even have to look at him to know he had black and blue marks surrounding his eye.

She couldn't watch the game, but there was this pep in his step that he only got when he dropped the gloves in a game and she noticed it when he stopped by the hospital after the match up to join her on her break.

"Silly it was nothing. I was just doing my job." He pulled away after giving her a kiss on the cheek, tired of having this argument with his girlfriend.

He knew she didn't like all the hitting and fighting he did during games, but that was his thing. He was the sheriff, someone you didn't want to mess with, a force to be reckoned with. He defended and stood up for his teammates.

"I know but Arber, you don't always have to be the one to do it. There are others." She lectured the hard hitter, her voice grew softer with each passing word. "I just worry about you, okay? There's all this research with concussions and lasting effects and not to mention other the other-"

"Stop. I'm done having this conversation. Can we just enjoy the food I brought before you get called away again, please?" The hockey play pleaded.

"Did you guys win tonight?" Silje changed the tone of the conversation, he was right. It was useless trying to convince someone of something they were never going to change.

"Did you score?" She asked already knowing the answer was going to be no, but she was mildly surprised when he shook his head yes. He's a defenceman, scoring wasn't the biggest part of his job, but when he did it was nice touch.

Getting up she move to sit in his lap, she lifted his chin so she could give him a kiss. She was still so proud of him doing what he loved to and living out his dreams.

Silje immediately threw herself into bed when she got home. She was exhausted from running around all night. And to top it off after he had left there was a big accident in which one of her patients didn't make it.

She was ready for sleep, but Arber was still up and he had something he wanted to say. He had thought about what she said at the hospital.

"I'm sorry babe. I know you don't like the fighting, it's apart of my identity as a player. But I try and do better. I can't promise I'll stop but I'll do better." He made the broken promise.

"That's all I ask." Silly smiled her goofy smile.

Silje had a few minutes left on her break and she was watching what was left of the Habs home game against the Tampa Bay Lighting, Cole just accepted a big hit into side boards and second later she noticed Arber heading toward the offender. She sighed and turned off her phone not really wanting to watch any more. Plus she really needed to go back.

"Silly, it's your turn, there's an ambulance coming in hot with a live one." the desk informed her.

Silje groaned getting up from her spot, following the others out to the main ambulance entrance waiting for the arrival of their next patient.

"Any info?" She got goosebumps while waiting outside, she rubbed her hand over her arms in an attempt to keep warm.

"It's a hockey player coming from the bell centre." She nodded along paying more attention to getting stuff ready for the incoming patient than to what was being said, but she happened to catch the place they were coming from.

"What did you say?" She couldn't breathe. This wasn't happening. Her worst nightmare couldn't be coming true. He promised he would be careful. No.

Silje began to cry when the emergency vehicle arrive and they brought out the injured player. She screamed when she saw his face and dark hair.

Let me know what you think

[stvrnfilmss]

Momma house

chris!hockey player x reader!volleyball player

Summary: You and chris had always just been friends until one day you find yourself on his couch being more than just friends.

Warnings: NSFW!!!! MINORS DNI !

You and chris have been friends for a long time now and you started gaining feelings for him about a month ago. You've always tried to hide it but you can't help yourself but stare at him once in a while.

You get in your car after practice to go pick chris up since you guys are going out to get froyo. "Hey, nice fit" he says jokingly while he gets in the car. " I didnt have time to change, shut up" you snap back at him.

**

When you guys get there and pay for your food you go to sit down on a little bench outside of the shop. You admire chris as he eats his froyo, wishing it was you instead. "What the fuck are you looking at?" chris says snapping you out of your trance. "Sorry I wasn't looking at anything" you say in embarrassment.

When you guys finish eating you get back in your car and drive chris home. "Hey why don't you stay home with me my parents aren't home and nick and matt are out for most of the day. I don't wanna be alone. Plsss" he begs. "Sure I don't have much to do today anyways" you say.

As you guys enter the house you suddenly have a massive headache. "Hey chris do you have any advil?" you say waiting for a response. "Why? What's wrong?" he says worried. "Its nothing I just have a huge headache, don't know why" you say. "You know what I heard cures headaches?" he says hoping you know the answer. "Let me guess, head?" you say sounding annoyed. "Chris this isn't time for no jokes I actually need advil"

"I'm not joking" You look at him confused not taking in fully what he just said.You thought this was finally your time to shoot your shot at him. You just completely forgot about the advil and said "Well I don't believe you so prove it to me" He didn't fully register what you had just said until he saw the look of lust in your eyes. He could tell you've been waiting for this moment.

"Go lay down on the couch then and I'll show you some proof." And of course you take his orders and lay down on the couch. He comes towards you and says "Can you take this off for me beautiful." You do as he says and whimper at the feeling of the cold air hitting your soaking wet cunt.

"Can I?" You nod your head. "Use your words darling" Even though you could barely form a sentence you still tried your best to answer him. "Y-yes" He took that as he a sign that you were ready and without warning he imediatly runs his tounge between your folds, circling your clit slowly. "Chriss" A loud desperate moan echoes through out the room. You feel his fingers tickle up the back of your thighs until they can't go any farther. His veiny hands sink into your ass, squeezing them as he sucks your clit into his mouth in a way that makes you feel like your in heaven.

"Such a good slut" you can feel his words vibrate throughout your body and it makes you jolt foward. He laughs knowing he's making you feel amazing. Your already a wreck and it hasn't been 5 minutes yet. You try to get a glance at his handsome face then realize you can't because it's buried pretty deep between your legs.

Sinking your hands into his hair for something to hold on to, a satisfied groan rumbles in his throat and you feel a familiar knot start to form in your stomach. His pace increases as he adds a finger making you moan like crazy.

The feeling in your stomach is building, your hands tug harder at his hair trying to give him a sign that your close. "Chris" you whimper. "Chris i'm going to come"

"Be a good girl and come all over my face" Before you could even react your juices flow out of you and you can't help but scream. He removed his finger and mouth and looks up at you with a smirk on his face as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, not once breaking eye contact.

"You did so good" You didn't know what to say. You were in a state of shock. "I'm going to go to the bathroom, grab a towel to get you cleaned up" What had just happened? Your mind was filling with thoughts and you got so embarrassed and anxious. You hurried up got dressed and grabbed your things before chris could come back and catch you. You get in your car and just keep driving home without a clue of what you just did.

That's it!!! This is my first fic so I hope you guys liked it. I know it's short and a lot of it may be bad but that may be because english isn't my first language and i'm still learning. But I hope you guys liked this and let me know what i should fix!!

[yankstrash]

meels getting a little emotional, maybe her and gabe are mid argument, because she’s thinking about what she would’ve done if gabe had given up trying. and it makes her so upset because she just keeps thinking about all the snugs she would’ve missed out on and she’s all “i should’ve just said yes the first time” because she’s truly not thinking straight and it makes gabe so☹️

gabe and meels are mid argument about something

they've been going back and forth for 10 minutes now, and with each minute that passes gabe loses his patience a little more

"you know what? i'm done, i'm over this. i give up, amelia." gabe says, putting his hands up in defense before throwing his arms down at his side

"you're done?" amelia asks, hands on her hips

"yes, i am done arguing about this. it's stupid and we're not getting anywhere, so just drop it, please."

"gabe we-"

"amelia, STOP! i told you i give up, so just STOP!"

i give up.

this is a phrase that has haunted amelia since she and gabe started dating

it makes her think back to their beginning, when he constantly asked her out and she was giving him such a hard time. she can't help but think about what she would've done if gabe had given up on her and stopped trying.

surely she wouldn't be with him now. she wouldn't be in the best relationship she could ever ask for, with the best guy she could ever ask for.

she wouldn't get the chance to happily skip across campus and open the doors to the hockey arena where she would meet with her boyfriend after his practice, waiting for him with a hug and kiss

she wouldn't get the chance to lay tightly in his arms, listening to his heartbeat each time there was a thunderstorm and she needed comfort

she wouldn't have the opportunity to mentally smack herself after she sasses him too hard and he left, only to see he was waiting outside for her in his car for when she calmed down

sometimes these thoughts hit her, and they hit her hard.

and when they do, she always takes a step back and thinks about the fact that if he had decided to give up on her, she wouldn't be the happy, go lucky person that she is now.

and it makes her want to take back every mean thing she's ever said or done to gabe. every sassy comment, every cheap shot during an argument, every eye roll and especially everyday she made him walk away from her with his head hung low because she sent him on his way with another rejection.

because he does not deserve any of that

at all.

she didn't even realize it, but tears were slipping out of her eyes.

"please." she says, barely above a whisper

but gabe hears her

"please what, amelia? please keep arguing with you about this? no, i won't. it's pointless and stupid, and i am done talking about it."

she shakes her head at his response

"please don't give up." she whimpers

gabes eyebrow quirks in confusion

he opens his mouth to speak, but amelia beats him to it

"i should've just said yes the first time.." she blurts out

gabes confused expression stays as he asks, "what are you talking about, meels?"

by now more tears have escaped her eyes

she sniffles as she responds, "i should've said yes to you the first time you asked me out instead of being an annoying bitch and driving you crazy and upsetting you and making you feel bad. i should've gotten over myself and just fucking said yes but i didn't and i drove you mad but you never gave up on me. you never gave up on me even when i was the biggest pain in the ass, so please don't give up on me now."

gabe was not expecting her to blurt all that out, but he knew his girlfriend wasn't thinking straight right now and she was acting off emotion and if there's one thing that gets her emotional, it's this.

it's thinking about what could've been if he did give up on her.

she always tells him, "imagine all the snuggs i would've missed out on."

and that thought alone is enough to make him walk up to her and take her face in his hands

"hey hey meels, calm down, calm down." he says, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks

he walks her over to his bed and sits her down before kneeling in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs

"i didn't mean 'i give up' like i give up on us, meels. i just meant i give up on this conversation because we aren't getting anywhere and it's better to just leave it, okay?"

she sniffles, nodding her head

"it's just scary to hear you say that because it makes me think of what could've been.." she says, wiping her face with her sleeve

gabe frowns at her words

he hates when she worries about this, because it's not even a scenario that would've happened.

"amelia grace," he says, holding her chin so she's looking at him. "i've said it before and i'll say it again, i was never going to give up on you. you could still be rejecting me to this day, and i'd still be trying. you're it for me meels, i've known that since day one and i'll always know that. you don't ever have to worry about me giving up on you, because i never will. i didn't at the beginning when you tossed me out of the coffee shop with your sass and stubbornness, and i sure as hell wont be now."

amelia sniffled again, lightly smiling at his words

"so please," he started, standing up and leaning down to plant multiple kisses on her head. "get those silly thoughts out of your pretty little head because they aren't true and will never be true."

she nods her head in agreement

"i don't know how you put up with me, gabriel. or why."

he smiles at her, "you're not that bad, all i have to do is wrap you in my arms and kiss you and you're fine."

amelia laughs at his response

"and i put up with you because i love you."

she smiles

"and i love you."

[suitsusboth]

I'm rereading the original Lovelights, loving every minute of it!

Do you think you would be able to write a one-shot about The Game!? I would love to know how that went down, especially since it was Anthony's first time back in who knows how long, and Kate's first time playing it. Has she practiced her skating enough to be Aubrey ready? Do they end up on the same team? Or are they on opposite teams and dominate? How do you see it going down? ♥️

I think the first year Kate witnesses the game, Daphne's surprise announcement very much overshadows everything. The family is shocked. Even more so when, somewhere in-between being asked a hundred questions a minute, Daphne lets it be known the father will not be involved. Anthony doesn't say much after that. Daphne thinks he's deeply disappointed in her, and to herself decides she doesn't need his approval. It's her life. It's her baby.

(Spoiler alert, he isn't disappointed. He's worried about his sister. She might not have said it, but someone has hurt her. Daphne believes in romance and true love. He knows, whoever this guy is, has let her down. And this baby.)

But it does cause a bit of a rift for a while (until Anthony uses his words.)

But, let's have a peek at that first year, hm?

The next morning, bright and early new years day, Kate and Anthony are drinking coffee in bed, with Eggnog laying at their feet. Anthony's phone buzzes.

"Who is it?" Kate asks, taking another sip. Anthony's frowning at his phone.

"Colin. They're all heading to the game."

Silence spread between them. They hadn't talked about it yet. Daphne. It had been a shock, Kate knew that. And as expected, when surprised, Anthony got quiet. He needed to process. This is also new— them. She wasn't completely sure what she should be doing, especially when it came to his family. They had left not long after midnight and Daphne's announcement. When they got back they had gone to bed soon after.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she eventually asks. It seems like a good place to start. It at least let him decide.

He shrugs. "What's there to talk about?"

Kate purses her lips, but refrains from saying anything. Anthony's phone buzzes again, and he sighs.

"We don't have to go," she tells him softly, resting her chin on his shoulder. He's quiet for a moment until he lets out a small smile, and plants a kiss on her forehead.

He shakes his head, and looks at her with a brightness in his eyes again. "No. Let's go."

And they're glad they go. Anthony digs out his old high school hockey jersey for Kate to wear (she's thrilled even though no one will see it under her coat

And they're glad they go. Anthony digs out his old high school hockey jersey for Kate to wear (she's thrilled even though no one will see it under her coat— furthermore, she takes it back to Manhattan and becomes one of her favourite things to wear around her apartment. Anthony likes it too. Particularly when she doesn't wear pants with it.) Everyone is there except Eloise and Daphne. Eloise, fighting a hangover. Daphne, did not want to come. No further explanation was given by Mrs. Bridgerton and no one pressed. Colin, Gregory, Hyacinth and Anthony were playing. Benedict was also fighting a hangover, but he was doing so in sunglasses in a camper chair, sipping an Irish coffee did not join in.

The Game took place on a frozen pond a few miles from town. A lot of people showed up, mostly to spectate though. It seemed only the real talented skaters, who could take a hit, played. There was the blue team, which Bridgertons were on, and the blue team. There was also, seemingly from what Kate overheard, a lot of betting on the side from the townsfolk (Mrs. Agatha seemingly being the ringleader and/or bookie of this event— who in turn gave Kate a wink when she saw her arrive, fingers intertwined with Anthony's.)

Anthony had not been exaggerating when it came to the chaos and brutality of The Game. It was basically a WWE match on ice. Henry tried to referee, but no one seemed to listen. The puck couldn't be seen half the time. But Hyacinth did manage to take out at least three men in their mid to late forties.

It was a mad, and fun, and Kate doesn't think she's laughed that much, ever.

Years later, when Kate was better at ice skating and the Bridgerton family had grown exponentially, they started their own version of The Game on New Years Day on the Farm. They had a rink after all. Some years they were rivals (Kate having the most number of wins, mostly because she 'played dirty'). Some years they were on the same team (Undefeated, suck it Hastings). Most years ended in bruises and big smiles. Only once or twice in tears (usually one of the kids). But they did it every year, and every year they were grateful to have this big, mad, wonderful family and the farm.

[cuylleed]

Wanna build next to the cup? ᯓ★ Will Cuylle

this wasn't requested and it's my first Fan-Fic, and I'll gladly take any requests for hockey guys just give me a scenario,player,position(not really needed) and team, i'll only do NHL and I only use Y/N

Will Cuylle/Left Wing/New York Rangers

Word count : 1047

Warnings: smut but fluff at end

it's Will Cuylle's turn with the cup so you and your boyfriend build legos but he ask's you to sit in his lap but it turns into something more.(this when Will is back in Ontario,Canada with his family,family isn't there, maybe grocery shopping?)

Y/N= Your Name

N/N= Nick Name

No Protection! (P in V)

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Y/N and Will sat peacefully building a Lego set Will had gotten for his birthday a few months ago, at least until he heard the doorbell ring from upstairs, seeing as it could be his old friend or teammate but instead when Will went upstairs to the door, he opened it and he was greeted with Braden Schneider holding the Stanley cup and with a smile on his face, Will was stunned forgetting it was his turn with the cup,Will grinned and taking the cup into his hands looking back to Braden,Will carefully gave the trophy to Y/N, turning to Braden ,"be careful with it, and do whatever you like, like drinking beer out of it or eating ice cream, just wipe it when your done" Y/N and Will nodded saying there goodbye's to Braden,Will and Y/N quickly taking the cup to Will's room, "Wanna build next to the cup?", Will said, Y/N's eyes lighting up to the thought "I would love that" Y/N had said smiling sitting on the ground in front of Will's coffee table building some star wars legos with her boyfriend.

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While Y/N and Will were building they kept exchanging little playful pinches and jokes, but finally after a few minutes Will mustered up the courage to ask Y/N a question, "Hey N/N could you maybe sit on my lap?" Will smiled looking at Y/N for an answer, "oh you sure? won't it be uncomfortable?" Y/N said putting some Lego piece's down smiling at Will, "I mean,no, not really,just come sit in my lap" Will Encouraged Y/N and motioning her to come over. Y/N just gave in and sat on Will's lap not noticing the bulge hitting her inner thigh, she just continued to build Lego's while Will played with her hair. 15 minutes had passed and Y/N was starting to notice the little groans or muffled moans coming from Will every few minutes and little tugs on her hair,every time she had to reach to get another piece or stretch Y/N would hear the groans escape Will's mouth. Y/N and Will had done it a few times before in the past, only before Will wasn't busy with hockey, before playoffs started, so you and him never had time, he always had to be showered, in a suit and out the door before a certain time and he was mostly gone in other states for away games, which meant y/n and Will hardly had time to fuck or anything really, but y/n was staying at Will's place for a few days to celebrate the Rangers win of the Stanley cup. but now since hockey is over and y/n was with Will she can finally take the chance and have some fun with Will. And at this moment Y/N was slowly grinding on Will's lap,"Please let's take this to the bedroom." Will had said little groans escaping his lips and grabbing Y/n's hips. "Can't we just take this to the bedroom?" Y/n had said groaning at the feeling of grinding on Will's lap, "we could but were right here in front of the couch" Will said shrugging off the idea of going to the bedroom, instead Will pulled Y/n off of his lap and placed her on the couch with her legs on his shoulder's not caring if they didn't finish the Lego set and taking  Y/n's shorts and underwear off throwing them off to the side, even removing his own clothes. "Will, please,just hurry before your parents get home" Y/n groaned her hands placed on Will's chest, "Alright but we'll just head to your place tomorrow" without warning Will pushed into Y/n earning a low whimper. "relax I'm gonna take care of you" Will said groaning moving his hips, just making Y/n scream out his name. "F-Fuck Will, I'm so close" Y/n whimpered close to her climax, while Will released but his thrusts getting sloppy, after what "felt" like forever Y/n climaxed and released on Will's length earning a small moan from from both lovers. "wow" was all that came out of Will's mouth, he knew they hadn't done it in a long time and finally he was able to be close with Y/n again. it just was until he heard the sounds of a garage door open and a car pulling in, "Shit" was all that came out of both of your mouth's, Will quickly grabbing his and Y/n's clothes and running over to his door tossing them into his room and even taking Y/n and shoving a shirt and shorts on. "We're home, can you guys help with the Grocery's?" the words coming from Will's mom, "we'll be there in a minute!" Y/n rushed upstairs to help while Will quickly cleaning the part of the couch with the evidence of there moment. "maybe you and Will can build this" Will's mom brought out a small Lego set of a R2-D2, "that's cute but we didn't even finish the other set" Y/n giggled seeing Will walk up the steps with the Stanley cup. "Maybe we could take a photo" Will smiled taking out his phone. 

Y/n and the Cuylle family had enjoyed the rest of the night taking photo's with the cup,building Lego's and talking, with all jokes, even Will's father bringing up marriage which made Will consider (maybe a future story?)

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ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁! End!

First smut, i tried my best and it was my first story, I've never wrote smut but i'll get used to it when i get requests for it, don't be shy i won't care, besides i like writing

[senditcolton]

happy (early) birthday!! could I request #21 with andrei svechnikov please?

i realized that both of your requests were answered in the latter half and i am so sorry babe, i swear it wasn't on purpose. i hope you enjoy this fwb to lovers with a healthy dose of idiots to lovers.

You're not the only girl to scream my name but the first I can't resist.

When people asked you what the most surprising part about moving to Raleigh was, you always talked about how nice the weather is or how much there is to do in a town that isn’t really seen as a tourism/vacation spot.

While both of those things were true, you knew that in polite conversation, you couldn’t really say that sleeping with Andrei Svechnikov on the regular was actually the most surprising thing that happened.

But that was the truth.

When your new roommate casually mentioned that she was seeing someone on the Carolina Hurricanes, you didn’t expect anything more to come from it except that you might attend a few more hockey games than you originally planned. Instead, the first night you went out with her for a ‘tour of the city’ included a stop at a house party where you were introduced to half the team, Andrei included.

And that was where you hit it off with the star right winger.

The chemistry between the two of you was instantaneous, the night filled with heavy touches, lingering stares, and obvious tension until finally Andrei asked if he could kiss you and you replied by capturing his lips in yours. It continued back to your apartment where Andrei made you fall apart twice with his head buried between his thighs before even entering, the cocky confidence that you had heard he possessed on the ice translating seamlessly into the bedroom, with good reason.

After the two of you collapsed breathlessly against your sheets, you wondered what power there was out there that lead you to find someone as amazing as him in the first month of your relocation. The amazement grew when you two reached a mutual agreement to keep things causal from that very first night. You were busy with work that you didn’t have time for anything that took more energy from your than necessary. Andrei had hockey and was gone half the year anyways.

It made things easier for both of you. Neither of you had to create excuses to leave afterwards, didn’t have to put the effort into finding someone new whenever you had the desire. The two of you were on the same page, mutual booty calls and neither of you minded because that was exactly what you both were looking for.

A month had passed before things started changing between you two.

It wasn’t anything major at first. Andrei sometimes called you randomly to come over late at night and you sometimes you invited him over after practice to have quickie in your shower before he left to get ready for his game. It was still casual, still just about the sex.

Then one night, your roommate asked you to join her, Sebastian, and a few of the other guys to go bowling. You thought about declining when you realized Svech would be there, not wanting to breach any sort of unwritten rule in your agreement and appear in front of him in a public place when he wasn’t the one the to explicitly invite you.

But when you decide to come, Andrei surprised you by pulling you into a giant hug as soon as you approached the table with your roommate. He didn’t seem to mind your presence. In fact, he said that he was ‘happy that you were here’ without a hint of irony in his voice, a boyish grin on his lips. The two of you stayed close together the entire night, his hand finding a place on your lower back or your thigh, your hand occasionally falling on his bicep. At one point, you found yourself perched on his lap, your arm tossed casually over his shoulders as you laughed with the rest of his friends.

Soon, you were being invited by Andrei to any team outing, whether it was to bars or restaurants or even the golf course a few times. You often times accepted his offer when your schedule allowed you to and whenever you did decline, it was never taken as a slight. In fact, the new development in your friendship operated similarly to your already existing friends with benefits agreement; either of you could reach out and you both could decline for any reason.

In fact, the closer friendship that had developed made the sex even better between you two because now, you knew that you could joke around with each other and be honest. The causal relationship became even easier.

It took two months to pass before you started to really think over the dynamics of you and Andrei’s relationship. What used to be just hookups where you left immediately afterwards changed into occasional sleepovers which turned into nights spent wrapped up in Andrei’s arms and his sheets unless you absolutely had to return home because of an early morning the next day.

Spending the night grew into coffee runs before Andrei dropped you off at your place and soon, you were spending mornings with Andrei, the both of you making your own breakfast. And yet, through all of this, your friendship lasted. The only time you seriously thought about ending things was when you witnessed the atrocity of Andrei pouring milk into his bowl before his cereal and you gasped like someone had just scandalized you, causing Svech to laugh and say that it all ended up the same way regardless.

And then, suddenly, it was as if your original friends with benefits agreement had never existed. You still had sex when you two felt like it but it became more of a friendship than anything else. The majority of your time together wasn’t spent after midnight when you both were tipsy; instead, you had dinner at his place before curling up on the couch together, falling asleep before it escalated into ‘Netflix and chill’… which was never the intention in the first place.

There was no lingering fear about the unwritten rules of hookup culture, of crossing invisible lines. Instead, you had a friend that you could vent to, someone who would stroke your hair while you laid across his lap. Andrei had the same thing in you; someone he could talk to after a rough loss and someone who didn’t see him as the hockey superstar Svechnikov but someone who saw him for who he really was.

It was your roommate that confronted you about your relationship with Andrei one day. She was still seeing Sebastian and had seen Svech leaving your apartment enough to know that the two of you were still ‘together’. But she had noticed that the relationship the two of you shared, whatever it was, had turned into something more than just friends with benefits, no matter how much you tried to deny it.

You initially brushed her off, vehemently stating that there was nothing else going on between you and Svech. But the lingering question bothered you more than you cared to admit, soon becoming the source of many sleepless nights.

But no matter how much it troubled you, you never brought it up to Andrei. He hadn’t given any indication things had changed and you didn’t want to risk your friendship by asking him if he wanted something more.

It wasn’t until Andrei breezed into your apartment after a long road trip, a bag of take out from your favorite restaurant in his hands, passing by you in the kitchen with a soft kiss on your temple before placing the food on the counter, returning to you and spinning you to face him.

“I missed you,” he says, pressing a quick kiss onto your lips before pulling away. “I got us Chinese and I figured that we could watch a few episodes of that new reality TV series that you’ve been telling me about… Temptation Island?” He continues, his voice so nonchalant that you thought you must have misread the entire situation.

“What’s wrong?” Andrei’s voice pulls you from your reverie as he notices the perplexed expression painted your face. You shake your head gently, forcing a smile up towards him.

“Nothing. How was the road trip?” you ask, attempting to shift the conversation.

“It was fine. Now, tell me what’s wrong,” Andrei replies, not letting go so easily. You chew on your bottom lip, your eyes breaking away from his before you decide to take the leap.

“What are we?” you ask, hesitance lacing your words as you see Andrei’s face fall. His silent response causes you to launch into a rambling of every thought that had been jostling around your mind for the past two months.

“Like, I know this started as a causal, no-strings-attached, friends-with-benefits situation and I was fine with that – still am fine with that. But lately things have felt different. The sleepovers, the breakfasts, the movie nights and now, you come breezing into my house like this is our life, like you’ve always been coming home to me. You say you missed me and you greet me with a kiss and all this domestic intimacy and it’s just… confusing me. I just want to know where your head is at because I don’t want to make the assumption. I mean, if this is all still casual and you want to keep it that way, that’s fine but if you want to date, let me know because I, um, yeah, I just want to know if I’ve completely misread this whole situation.”

You conclude, hoping that you were at least somewhat understandable through your ranting as you looked up to Andrei, waiting for his expression to change, waiting for any indication on what he was thinking. It felt like ages before her finally spoke.

“Is it bad if I say I kind of already thought we were dating?”

“What?” you reply, expecting anything but that to come from his mouth. You watch as a sheepish expression appears on his face and his arm raises to awkwardly scratch the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’ve always kind of thought that we became something more like… three months ago or so. I didn’t make a big deal out of it because you didn’t and our relationship just progressed so naturally that it didn’t feel like we needed to make a big deal out of it.”

“You’re serious?” you ask, the light-hearted laugh bubbling from your lips before you could stop it.

“Surprise?” he replied, his shoulders raising in a shrug and the laughter comes freely, Andrei responding in kind, the two of you devolving into giggles at the unexpected but completely welcomed turn of events.

“Does that mean that I can start calling you ‘my boyfriend’?”

“I sure hope so because I’ve been calling you ‘my girlfriend’ every time someone asks.”

“So, dozens of people knew we were dating before I did?”

“I don’t know what to tell you babe.”

[beggingwolf]

“You haven’t been acting like yourself.”, sidgeno

Sid watched the lawn care guys roll out their equipment, unloading the huge mower from the back of the trailer. He'd waited too long.

He tapped his phone against his thigh before getting up off his patio and heading back inside. He'd wanted to make this call sitting by the lake and watching the sunrise. He'd missed the sunrise by a few hours, and now he didn't even have the lake.

He swore softly to himself in a way that reminded him of his father, and then he finally hit the call button on the screen.

He looked out of the glass doors unseeingly as the phone rang, and rang, and rang.

Just before he went to voice-mail, Geno picked up.

"Sid."

It was loud. Not club-loud, but people-loud. There were lots of disparate voices clogging the line, and Sid turned away from the patio doors and closed his eyes, focusing on the sound of Geno's voice.

"Hi." Sid cleared his throat. "Is this a good time?"

"It's lunch," Geno said. "Sasha, Dima, lots of guys. Why you call?"

"It's a bad time. Sorry. I'll call back."

"No, no," Geno interrupted. "You okay? It's Sam?"

"No." Sid let out a little wry half-laugh. Sam was graying these days, and Geno demanded photographic evidence of her every time Sid went to his parents' place. "She's still kicking."

"It's morning. You not training today?"

"No. Rest day. Got up early out of habit."

The noisy silence between them got quieter as Geno moved away from the ambient restaurant noises. He heard Geno mumble out something in Russian before the squeak of a door hinge plunged them into true quiet.

"You call because you miss me last night?" Geno's voice slid into an intimate, familiar teasing tone. In private, away from everything else, he got so soft.

"It looked like you were having fun." Sid's voice was a little too high in return, his chest tight. "Run into anyone else I know?"

"Russian celebrities. The most famous. My friends now," Geno teased.

Sid twitched as the lawn mower roared to life outside. He'd seen the photos Geno had thrown into the team groupchat. He'd also seen the photos Geno had sent just to him: Geno, drunk and draped over pretty people with his shirt half unbuttoned. His smile had been bright enough to shine in the flash.

"The knee's okay?"

"Good, good," Geno said, waving it off.

Sid searched for something else to ask. His mind whirled like it sometimes did these days, too full to form into anything worth saying.

"...Sid?"

"Yeah."

"You're okay?"

Sid chewed at his lip as he heard the lawn mower turn and get closer. It was an impossible question.

"Sid. It's bad day?"

"I haven't had a bad day in months." It was true. The sick feeling, the nausea, the light sensitivity... they'd all been gone for a long time.

"You call twice yesterday. You sure?"

"It wasn't important."

All Sid heard for a long moment was the lawn mower eating through his yard. The loud buzz in his ears rang. It was familiar in a way that made him feel very small.

"Sid, you're acting little bit..."

Geno trailed off. His voice was unbearably soft.

"What," Sid bit out.

"Little bit not like you. What's happen? You okay?"

"Yes. No."

"Sid."

Sid couldn't bear hearing Geno's voice like that over the phone, across an ocean. They had spent so long with each other over the course of Geno's knee injury, bonding over their injuries and their bone-deep need to get back onto the ice. It had led to more than just a closer friendship. Now, with Geno in Moscow, Sid missed him like a limb.

"I miss you," he finally confessed. "I miss hockey. I miss my normal life. I'm not myself. I don't feel like myself without it. I don't feel like myself without--"

The lawn mower roared. Sid stared at his hardwood floors, wishing they looked like the carpet of the Consol locker room instead.

"Sid," Geno said, and Sid finally sat down, the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Geno spoke softly to him for a long time, and Sid missed him like the feeling of ice beneath his skates.

[andrebearakovsky]

heya! i've been away from hockey for a few years, my last devastation was the Trading of Holtby. which cap should i look out for this season in your opinion? thx✌

(holtby wasn't traded he simply just wasn't re-signed as a free agent but that's okay)

Well, if you were around in the Holtby era, then all the big guys are still here (Ovi, Backstrom, Oshie, Wilson, Carlson, Kuzy) and you know them, so I'll talk about some newer guys that you might not know. And I know you said one guy but I'm going to talk about multiple guys 'cause I can't help myself.

I personally think Dylan Strome is going to have a pretty big year. We got him last year, and he had his career high in games played, goals, assists, and points. He seemed very comfortable here, and I think he'll have an even better year this year. He's a center and will play anywhere from line 1 to line 3 depending on how the rest of the lineup looks on any given day, and he'll definitely be on the power play, either on PP2 or on PP1 in Kuzy's spot, though that depends more on Kuzy than it does on him.

I also think this year is gonna be a big year for the young guys. New head coach Spencer Carbery was the head coach of the Hershey Bears for 3 seasons, so he has coached and is familiar with a LOT of these guys. The guys on the training camp roster who I believe have a good chance of making the roster that he coached for at least some period of time in Hershey include: Martin Fehervary, Lucas Johansen, Beck Malenstyn, Joe Snively, Alex Alexeyev, Connor McMichael, and Aliaksei Protas. He coached Johansen and Snively all 3 years he was there (Malenstyn would also be included in this group if he hadn't missed all of 2020-21 with an injury). He also coached Rasmus Sandin for 2 years when he was an assistant coach with the Maple Leafs (he also coached Nicolas Aube-Kubel, for the very brief period of time NAK was a Leaf); he specialized in coaching the power play, which Sandin was a part of, and figures to be a part of again - since Orlov's departure, he seems a natural fit to quarterback PP2, and I think he will end up getting that role on PP2, since your other option there is TvR, and as much as I absolutely fucking adore TvR that is not where he belongs 😂

Anyway, my point is, it's gonna be a big year for these young guys. I'm of the firm belief that the reason why the Caps didn't get a lot of acquisitions in the offseason is because Carbery is very familiar with a lot of these young guys and has faith in them and says "we're leaning on the young guys, it's their time." And I think many of them make the jump to the NHL roster full-time and have a good year. Martin Fehervary is already an established NHLer (he wore the A in a couple of this year's preseason games!!), is very good at the defense, and has been John Carlson's defense partner for a good chunk of Fehervary's career now, meaning he's been taking on first-pair minutes and duties. I personally think Fehervary takes even another step up this year. I also say the same of Aliaksei Protas; he was on the Caps roster for most of last year but not the entire time, but this year I think he's here to stay. He's 6'6" and huge, and I think he finally learns how big he is and learns how to use his body and he'll get the offense going. Idk if Snively makes the roster full-time (I hope he does), but I think McMichael makes the full-time jump, and Beck Malenstyn DEFINITELY makes the full-time jump, I think this is the year for Beck. Mainly because Nic Dowd fucking ADORES Beck. After the departure of longtime linemate/bestie Garnet Hathaway at last year's deadline, he needs a new liney. And whenever Beck was up with the big club last year he played on the 4th line with Dowd and I could tell Dowd loved playing with him, and he has definitely grown attached. Dowd will not let Beck go back to Hershey, he's staying. And I like Beck, he's VERY physical, he'll throw a bunch of hits. I also think Alexeyev makes the jump. He got a bunch of unexpected playing time in the second half of last season because of so many injuries, and I was very impressed with how he held himself. I expected him to make the roster as the 7th defenseman anyway, but with the injury to Joel Edmundson, I think he gets the full-time playing spot and he blossoms. The Edmundson injury really opens a free spot for I hope Lucas Johansen, who could make the team as the 7th D. I really hope he does.

Oh and I wouldn't put him in the same group of "young guys" because he didn't come up with this same group that was all at Hershey together, but Sandin is poised to have a good year this year. This'll be his first full year here, and he'll have a full-time spot on the defense. He probably won't be paired with TvR like I want him to (he played with TvR a bunch last year and TvR adores him) bc TvR plays on the 3rd pair, but he'll be paired either on the 1st pair with Carly or the 2nd with Nick Jensen - I hope it's with Jensen, separating Fehervary from Carlson feels wrong. But he's expected to eat big minutes and also get power play time.

I also think Sonny Milano could have a breakout year. This will be his first full season, and I think he cements a full-time spot rather than always being at risk for being scratched. He's a skill guy and he's fast, and I think Carbery lets him loose and lets him do his thing. I would like to see him on a line with Dylan Strome, I think they've got good chemistry. His career high in goals is 14, and I think he could easily break that this year, and maybe even get 20. He already got his career high in assists with us last year, and he could maybe even break that again too if he plays enough. He could maybe even get time on PP2, we'll see. The team loves him, as you can see in any pregame warmup videos, I'm convinced his family is in the mob (he's Italian, from Long Island, his real name is Frank, he's called Sonny because his dad is ALSO Frank - specifically called 'Big Frank,' and also his dad looks and talks like an Italian New York mob boss [please go look up content from last year's mentor's trip]), and he has the best hair ever. It defies the laws of gravity and physics and I want to see more of it. Please go look up pictures of it for your entertainment, and also the Sonny Milano chia pet giveaway they're doing later this year.

Okay, I think that's all I have for "guys I think you should watch out for," I think all the guys I mentioned could have big years. But before I sign off, I'm just gonna push some of my personal faves on you just because. I adore Trevor van Riemsdyk so much, thinking about him just results in this: 🥰. Also the ENTIRE team is in love with him, if you would like more evidence/proof of this please ask and I'll do it in a separate post. I also love Nic Dowd, who's probably one of the only guys on this team with an actual brain cell; he's got quick wit, and he specializes in shutting down the other team's top center (and is quite successful at it usually), and also loves to specifically make Sidney Crosby's life miserable. And also, it might be difficult as a Holtby lover which I think you are based on this ask, but I strongly recommend falling in love with our goalie Darcy Kuemper. I ADOREEEEEEEEEEE Darcy, and not just because he's our goalie, I've adored him for a very long time. I've liked him from afar ever since he was an Arizona Coyote, and seeing him sign with us was like having an actual dream come true. I NEVER thought I'd get to see him on my team and this whole last year has been wonderful in that regard. I think you'd like him, he's sweet, earnest, easily trickable, and SO stupid. He wants to bring back the dinosaurs. He's also besties with the backup goalie Chuck. If you want more Darcy info or Darcy love I will be happy to give it to you if you ask.

Okay, sorry that post went on a lot longer than expected. But I hope it's informative! And I hope you can enjoy the upcoming hockey season! Go Caps!

[dogwittaablog]

I was never a nolpat fan (didn't hate him, he just wasn't one of the guys I was fannish about), and even I was... not devastated, but still felt something of a gut-punch when I read about what he said in these accounts. And it's not because I have some rosy view of hockey - I grew up around it, unfortunately I know all too well how toxic it can be. I try to go into fandom with the expectation that any player (including/especially the ones I admire) can do any of the myriad terrible things that are so common in this sport's culture, fall in step with the also terrible political views of the majority, would generally be a person I would not want to talk to irl. The gut-punch part for me I think comes from 1) plain old sadness/disappointment/horror at the reminder of how awful human beings can be, just, in general, because yes of course I know these people exist and see evidence of it all too often, and even if this was some rando on the internet those comments would be upsetting; and 2) that these comments hit me right in my sense of unfairness, that so much opportunity and privilege was given to someone so terrible. (Of course privilege isn't distributed based on goodness, but it's always infuriating to see shitty people get good things/no comeuppance for being shitty; sure, cosmic justice isn't a thing, but we sure wish it were.)

As many others have said, I do think it's important to understand the reality of this sport's culture and its myriad issues, and take steps back to make sure you're keeping that fiction/reality divide clear in your head, but as you pointed out, some people are new or have less experience with the realities of hockey for whatever reason, and even if they are, people will be upset by news of someone being a piece of shit because someone being a piece of shit is generally upsetting. I don't think it's productive to tear people down for simply not knowing how bad it was. Dismay and the misguided belief that someone being good-looking and talented and quiet correlates to their quality as a person aside, I have yet to see anybody digging in their heels and bending over backwards to defend him (like other anon(s) pointed out, the Kane fandom meltdown was... scarring, to say the least, and I have absolutely no patience for that, that is block on sight for me.) We're all in this fandom community together, do try to give people some grace to be upset, and maybe don't call them deranged or in need of professional help so readily.

(Which is to say, I agree with your stance!)

A little bit of a long read for some, but you broke down even more points and articulated parts I wish I could've come up with in some of my other anon responses.

I'm sure you're specifically talking about P.Kane (There is so many genuine problematic fucks in the league with the last name Kane, ironically). Though don't even get me started on that because I remember hearing stories about P.Kane through my brother even when I was 12 and seeing media gradually expose his problematic behaviours as well over time too. I am truly convinced anyone who's a fan of his new or old, just obsess over how hot he was in his early 20's and that's all they see when they think or hear of him, cause bro my man went downhill after a point, so it's like what are you even liking about this dude, cause I know it's not even about how he plays hockey LMAO... He literally has an open track record that with a 10 second search you can find everything problematic he's done the past decade, heck you even got grown men even saying fuck that dude too. His fangirls are definitely what I'd consider concerning.

[strawberryblondebutch]

tmfs question: you mentioned sydney, billy&stu, gale, even a brief mention of steve (if i'm not mistaken) so i'm curious about randy, tatum, dewey and even casey becker. are they all hockey players too? how are their lives without ghostface?

Aha, this is fun!

I play with the timeline a little bit, so most of the main group met in college and not in high school, and they come from all over the country (because I am too fond of realism to have all these pro hockey players from one small northern California town).

I talk about Tatum a bit here -- she's given the inglorious terms puck bunny and WAG, but obviously has much more depth than that. Her friendship with Sid lasted a lot longer than her relationship with Stu, and she became the designated friend that isn't involved in whatever work/passion bullshit you have going on. The person who keeps you grounded and reminds you that this one thing isn't the entire world. She works some vague office job that pays for a great apartment and laughs at her friends who have kids.

Randy fell into the friend group somewhat by accident. Instead of playing, his trivia memory made him a valuable student manager, which also meant that he got pucks chucked at his head during warmups by the team meatheads. What they didn't realize, and Sid did, was that Randy had an amazing knack for seeing patterns on the ice: this person likes to feint that way, this one doesn't like the puck on their stick too long. In return for this information, Sid promised Randy that he wouldn't be used for target practice anymore. He's now a sports analyst.

You know how Flyers fans are the worst (myself included)? Dewey had to work security at home games while the Bash Brothers were doing their thing. That's how he met Gale, who was always trying to sneak into the manager's office or the locker room when she was supposed to be in the press box. He'd be lying if he said her persistence wasn't endearing. Also, goes without saying, very much not a fan of his younger sister dating a dirty player. Especially one with no teeth.

Casey's family tried to sue the NHL for what happened to her boyfriend. He changed after the head hit. Started getting migraines and vertigo, but he got meaner too. No one took her seriously at the time, but then there was the incident with Cotton, and maybe she wasn't so pathetic for suggesting that those guys be run out of the league...

Just because there's no killer around doesn't mean these guys' bodies weren't thrown through the ringer. A lot of them have some of the same injuries as in the original movie, albeit less deadly: scars and stitches and all that good stuff. Dewey still has nerve damage from a fistfight with a drunk guy during the playoffs.