#i have no fucking clue how hockey works

[angelkissiies]

hii can you do jock abby x cheerleader reader?

be aggressive

hockey player!abby anderson x cheerleader!reader

cw : modern!au, hockey!au, fluff, confrontation, abby stands up for the reader, cursing, college bitches being bitches.

“Fuck!” You huffed, attempting to find a parking space in the crowded rink parking lot. Game days definitely had begun to test your patience, today more so as you’d already been running late but now with how it was going- you’d be coming in seconds before call time, which gave you a heart attack to even think about. 

By some grace of god (or whoever was listening at that point), you found a spot nestled between a black jeep you recognized as Abby’s and some Nissan that was missing a bumper. Trying to waste no time, you hustled out with your hefty bag thrown over your shoulder and skates dangling from your hand as you held them by the laces. The lot was mainly empty as you sprinted towards the entrance, dodging random gaggles of people who you assumed were waiting for the game to start, but were conveniently in the way. 

You pushed through the main doors glancing around to find your team, before breaking through a group of away players that hoarded the doorway leading into the changing rooms (that weren’t even for them, you’d think they’d move considering the fact but no). “Sorry, excuse me.” You whispered harshly, giving them a half hearted dirty look as they barely moved to allow you through. It was so unnecessary, you almost let it get to you but for the sake of time you dropped it. 

The scent of hairspray hit you first as you rushed into the cheerleaders quarters making you cough before throwing your bag down before making a b-line for the staging door. This led you down the hallway under the rink to the otherside, where your teammates were waiting patiently to begin. You turned the corner before running smack into someone else, their sheer presence sending you stumbling back a bit. Fucking hockey players and their massive bodies. 

“Oh baby, shit, I’m sorry.” You heard your girlfriend curse, a tinge of a laugh in her voice as she reached out to you. Oh, it's your hockey player, nevermind. She was headed to the opposite side of the rink to sit with the other players, as the puck drop didn’t take place until the pregame festivities ended. If you weren’t so stressed, you’d probably have made a joke about breaking the ice but the time didn’t come. 

You shook your head, focused on getting to your spot in time (and not pissing off your coach- again), brushing your hair down with your free hand to tame the strays that had ventured from their previous tight curls.. “I’m late, I'm so late, Abby.” You breathed, motioning towards the door that now seemed much farther away than you thought. “Do I look okay? I gotta go on.”

She nodded quickly, understanding in half a second as the first announcement rang out, muffled from where the two of you stood. She hooked a finger under your chin, pulling your face to look towards her instead of the rink before she gave you a smile. “You look perfect, now get out there.” She hummed, giving you a light shove towards the door, watching as you didn’t hesitate to take off down the remainder of the hall. 

You practically ran to the door- skates clacking wildly as you barely made it before the second announcement came on the intercom. Its main purpose was to draw the ticket holders back into the building, signaling the entertainment was about to begin. You shoved your skates on, finishing tying them just as your coach called for the team to make their way to the door leading onto the ice. You released a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you followed behind your team, skates hitting the ice hard as you followed the outline of the routine you’d been practicing for the past couple weeks. Smile and skate, easy enough. 

Abby had made her way back to the other players, taking a seat as she double checked the laces on her skates. A habit she’d picked up after breaking her ankle a couple seasons ago due to her lace coming loose. She heard the music begin and dragged her attention to the ice, waiting to see you- just like she did every game. She always loved seeing you skate, even just as background but today you were front so she didn’t have to worry about not getting a good view. 

You came into view, your bejeweled uniform catching light from the overhead spotlights, shining gracefully as you did some precise turn that Abby couldn’t even name. She’d always be thankful for the convincing that had taken place to get you both here, as you almost passed up the idea of cheerleading due to annoying stereotypes from American football cheerleaders. She knew you didn’t see her in the haze of light, as the ice made it much too bright to see much outside of the rink, so she usually took the chance to brag to her teammates. Though, as she began to turn to a player she knew quite well, Nora, she caught the tail end of a conversation between two benched cheerleaders. 

“She only got in because her girlfriend is on the team, they totally played favorites.” The one on the left hissed, rolling her eyes at the number you were doing. It was virtually flawless, leading Abby to lean into the conversation more. 

The girl on the right laughed, yawning dramatically. “I think it’s kinda weird, Abby is definitely a good player but like why do they have to be gay? Gives us a bad rep.” She proclaimed, attempting to hush her voice down to a level nobody would hear. 

Abby caught it though, letting out a chuckle of disbelief as she turned around on the bench to face the girls. It seemed like they didn’t realize who they were sitting in front of, or, they knew and just felt brave enough to keep talking shit. “Fucking excuse me?” She stated, tilting her head at the duo. Angry was an understatement, furious would be a better descriptor as she watched the girls freeze. They could talk shit about her, sure, but she drew the line when it came to you or better yet your relationship as queer women. 

“I don’t know what you heard bu-,”

“Shut the fuck up,” Abby growled, cutting the girl off. “Keep my girlfriends name and our relationship out of your fucking mouth. I know for a fact you wouldn’t want this getting back to Coach Mckillen, right? Your little homophobic comments about a girl who’s ten times as talented out there than you are wouldn’t go over so smoothly, huh?” 

Knowing fully she planned to report them to the coach, she raised an eyebrow at the duo, watching them scramble to attempt to apologize. Her heart hammered in her chest, never having dealt with such outspoken bigotry- especially from a team composed of mostly queer women.  She didn’t let it show, only turning back to the ice, shaking off the stares she’d gathered from her tiny outburst. 

“Damn, Anderson. That was rough.” Nora laughed, nudging the girl gently, having overheard the entire ordeal. “You’re a mean bitch.” 

Abby bit back a smile at the comment, knowing it was 100% true. “Can’t have anyone out here bad mouthing my girl, that’s all.” She mumbled back, searching the skaters until her eyes landed on you again. From the distance she was at, she could see the healthy blush on your skin from the exhausting choreo she’d watched you practice solo multiple times in the past week, all accompanied by a blissful smile you reserved for crowd work only. 

Nora shook her head, eyes glancing over to see the way Abby watched you as you finished up the last of your performance, turning to skate towards the door that led into the players seating. She had seen firsthand how much Abby cared for you, knowing the girl's plans for your birthday made the moment even more special, seeing as soon there would be a crystalline addition to your relationship. “God help any motherfuckers who try.” She chuckled, standing up to give the cheerleaders room to sit as the groups traded places on the ice. 

You pulled the door open, allowing your mates to go in before entering yourself, coming up to Abby before even considering capping your skates. “Good luck, Abs.” You smiled, face glowing in a sheen of sweat and pure joy as you looked up at her. “You’re gonna do great.” 

Abby smiled down at you, cupping your face in her gloved hands as she pressed a deep kiss to your lips, intentionally drawing it out to annoy the girls who now sat sulking on the second row of benches. Her lips tasted like cinnamon and honey, something you’d grown to love about the woman, her unusual taste in chapstick- and how you never knew what you’d get. “Thank you, pretty girl.” She hummed, pressing another short kiss to your lips before Nora practically dragged her out onto the ice- throwing her helmet to her blindly. 

“Don’t forget!” You called after her, your stupid tradition drawing a smile onto her lips as you recited the beginning of an age old cheer usually reserved for football- but with the force your girl brought to the ice, it felt fitting “Be aggressive.” 

Abby shook her head at you gingerly, mouthing it back before pushing her mouth guard into place and throwing her braid over her shoulder. A slight laugh bubbled in her chest as she got into position, awaiting the face-off. 

B-E aggressive.

[shakirawastaken]

dsmp if... you were a romance trope

i got inspiration (sapnap, dream, george, karl, quackiy, wilbur) 

sapnap (hockey x figure skater): - im in the middle of heartbreaker rn and SHUT UP - i LOVE THIS TROPE - IM NOT EVEN A FIGURE SKATER I DO TAEKWONDO BUT I STILL FROTH OVER THIS SHIT - and then in addition to that one tommyinnit is a figure skater and everyone else is on a hockey team “ice these hurts” or smt h like that - i love this trope. - anyway i think that this trope comes hand in hand with enemies to lovers - his hockey team and ur figure skating group are at the same winter sports competiton - and you have to share a rink - booooo - so everyday you end practice with the sight of a bunch of hockey buffs roughhousing in the stands, waiting for you to finish - and everyday a certain brunette one sneers and smirks at you as you walk off the ice - “had a nice practice ice queen/king?” he asks you teasingly - “shut up, yeti” you mutter back gratingly as you bump your shoulder into his build as you pass him - and he comes up with a new one everyday - and you quip right back at him, unphased - one day, he comes into practice early just to spite you - what he wasn’t expecting is to see how good you actually were on the ice - he sat there like “ :O” and just watche dyou glide across the ice with what seemed like barely any effort - and he watched how passionate you were in your craft and the dance - and bro was whipped right then and there - so that day as you were leaving he said “you were amazing out there” and it took u jumpscared - you were like “no insult today?” - and he was like “dang, didnt know u liked them that much ;) but not today, not for something as beautiful as that” - and i think you can guess where it went from there... :)

 dream (ceo and employee romance):  - AKAIAKAKAHAKH TELL ME YOU SEE THE VISION - i mean hes a ceo alr so its like one step in the door you know - anyway hes a ceo - bro wears those fancy ass suits everyday and has like a wine cellar mini fridge shit thing in his office  - any way you pull up to his headquarters one day for like an interview and you were so fucking nervous  - you ran into him in the elevator (and no clue who he was) - and you basically vented to him for the 30 second elevator ride before scurrying off to your interview - bro didnt even get dreams name or anything - he kinda just smiled and wished you well as you ran away  - he thought you were so cute  - and you thought dude was hot as fuck  - anyway you got the JOB!! LETS GOO - the next day, your supervisor is like taking u around showing u the works - ....and you meet the ceo - its dream - and youre like :0 and he’s like  *smirk wink* ;) “hey” - and youre like “well fuck hes the ceo i cant be in love with him” - and you avoid him - but he makes it his life’s mission to get on ur radar - in the break room, in ur cubicle, in the cafeteria, in the parking lot man is ON YOU LIKE A MOTH TO A LIGHT - eventually he convinces you to go to fancy dinner - and WOW hes paying?? so that shit was FIREEEE - fancy wagyu steak and 102379182 year old wine i mean cmon - it was good ok - he asks you out after dinner and assures u ur job wont be at risk and everything - ba da bing ba da boom  - now youre dating happily and he spoils the FUCK outta you  - lmk if you want this one as a big fic with dialogue

george (neighbors): - tell me why whenever i have my delulu daydreams with george he’s always a neighbor - very much boy next door vibes - omg HES YOUR COLLEGE ROOMMATE NEXT DOOR - stoppppp - on move in day he pulls up with his family and u with urs and youre like - “hi ! nice to meet you im so exicted to move in!” and bros like “same!” - sometimes hes loud bc hes talking to his friends but you dont mind - hes a cs major and ur  whatever u want major - one day you decided to start singing  rlly loud while cleaning - ur singing taylor swift - and then george could hear you from the room next door to yours - so he writes up a little post it note that was like “loved the concert! when’s the next one?” and stuck in on your door - you found it and started mad blushign - you had a crush on him since day one awwww - anyways you two started communicating via post it notes and songs played loudly through the walls <3 - till one day you hear boyfriend by big time rush - and then you play girlfriend by avril lavigne back - and then he slips you a post it note under the door and you open the door before you could read it  - and its an unspoken like thing that you start dating - its so romantic how you can saw you guys starting dating because of taylor swift !!

quackity (academic rivals): - DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THIS TROPE IT BRINGS ME LIFE ALRIGHT - alright - two law school students FIGHTING IT OUT ACADEMICALLY - you guys met in ur freshman year english class or some shit - clashed together in a discussion group - and its been game on since then - your texts with each other are flaunting texts - “hey alex, guess who got a 97 on the last midterm?” - “guess who got a 99 ;)” - over time, the texts started getting more and more hostile - people started to thing you two actually hated one another’s guts  - but in reality it was more for the thrill - but this continued throughout your law school careers - and you both become successful lawyers in the end!! - and when the headmaster calls you both into his office and says - “youre both valedictorian! congrats! you have to give a speech together” - well its like all the hatred faded away - you grinned and cheezed at each other before giving each other the biggest hug ever - so you both wrote a speech together - and soon the day of graduation came - and q goes at the end “i wouldn’t be here without the person who motivated me through it all, so thank you (y/n)” and youre like “hey man *sob* wtf *sob” - and you kiss him on the cheek and cheer to all the graduates  - after the ceremony he catches up to you in the parking lot, grabbing your wrist before you could go off with ur family - and blurts out word soup - and ur like what - and hes like “i really like you, and law school wouldn’t have been the same without you. can we be more than friends?” - and youre like “duhhh” and kiss him right there karl (best friends to lovers): - YOU ARE IN LOVE BY TAYLOR SWIFT  - that is the song for this SCENARIO - you two met when you were little kids in like first grade - your friends werent there on that day so you hung out with each other - hooked to the other since then and there - it was always “karl and you” and “you and karl” - you came as a packaged deal - through ups and downs you were there together - you graduated high school together and were going to the same college together now - while karl barely got into any romantic relationships, you seemed to be going through a few of them  - you were desperate for a love connection and honestly i aint blaming u - one day after a horrible date he came over to your dorm and u had an impromptu sleepover - you were in karls old shirt and some pajama pants and he was in his pajamas - and you two were just watching a movie together - before he turns to you abruptly, and you turn to look at him - and he’s like “you’re my best friend”  - and you saw a switch flip in him - since then, the dynamic between you two changed (for the better) - you became more flirty more touchy  - you started to act like you were a couple more and more - one day you saw him open his wallet to pull out his card  - and u saw that he has a picture of the two of you in his wallet - and then you knew that he was it for you - you ask him out that night - and hes so happy hes picking you up and spinning you around - <3 wilbur (musician x fan trope): - okay this is inspired by those tik toks that are like “did you see the way he looked at me” and its harry styles staring and eyeing down a fan in the audience like YES - and he’s a musician so it fits! - imagine lovejoy is like a HUGE HUGE Band so maybe this is in the future - anyways you and ur friend go to a lovejoy concert - for the sake of the story, youre not that big a fan of lovejoy just familiar with hits like sex sells and one day - the whole time ur friend is like “theyre so good hes so good its all so good” - you two end up a few rows from barricade  - and you and ur friend start screaming it up as you should - youre not oblivious to the way the lead singer keeps looking over in your direction, winking and smiling - imagine a sweaty, singing wilbur glancing over at you during sex sells and giving you a smile as he rasps out “you know sex sells i know that” - brb ascending to heaven - anyway a time comes when he stops to speak to the audience - he wastes no time - he struts over to your side of the stage and points at you  - “what’s your name?” - and you scream it at him - “what a lovely name!” - the crowd cheers - “ahre you single?” he asks with a grin on his face - the grin grows when u nod at him - “give me ur number!?” he asks and you nod at him as ur friend is dying next to you - he gestures u and ur friend to the front of the stage by the barricade  - and he passes you a marker and make syou WRITE YOUR NUMBER ON HIS GUITAR OR HIS SHIRT OR SOMETHING - oh yeahh go you go you thank yoU! let me know if you want any of these to become a bigger story/imagine and LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT A PART 2 WITH OTHER PEOPLE :D reblogs appreciated

[babydollmarauders]

RIGHT HERE — JOHN MARINO

summary: in which y/n can’t let go of her situationship

warnings: NSFW!!! fingering, p in v (unprotected), substance use (weed), praise, sir kink

notes: inspired by Right Here by Chase Atlantic. this is 3.4k words even after editing, not proofread

“oh c'mon y/n, you're not seriously calling him, are you?” Kate's voice drifts over the edm song blasting from the speakers of the Hoboken club, her face painted in disappointment.

“he's not good for you.” Taylor sing-songs, attempting to pry the phone out of my hand, but i keep a firm grip on the electronic.

“how do you know that?” i rebut. “he makes me feel good.”

“yeah, for like an hour.” Kate rolls her eyes, finally wrestling the iphone from my hold, clicking the red button to end the call before it can even connect. “then we have to pick up the pieces after he inevitably leaves you alone again.”

she holds the device out of my reach, swatting my hands away with her other hand as i reach for it.

“y/n, we love you. we just don't wanna see you hurt.” Taylor coos, a hand playing with the ends of my hair. her doe-like eyes soften like her tone.

“we came out tonight for you to find someone else.” Kate reminds me, her stern voice a stark contrast to Taylor's. she glances down at the phone screen, leveling me with a stare before she hands it back to me. “two calls? really? get a grip, y/n, please. if he didn't answer the first time, then he doesn't want you tonight.”

“i don't want someone else. if i find someone else, then i have to teach them what i like.” i huff. “John knows my body and he knows how to please me. and if you aren't gonna support me in my... situation... with him, then i don't wanna hear anything about it.”

“we just want the best for you, babes.” Taylor chimes, clearly trying to de-escalate the situation.

“i'm going home.” i announce, stuffing my phone in my clutch and standing from the bar seat.

“going home? or getting in his bed?” Kate chuckles, sipping her drink.

“fuck off.” i scoff, walking away and leaving my so-called friends in the club.

it doesn't take me long to walk the fifteen minutes from the club to my apartment, one of the main reasons i had suggested that club tonight; but by the time i get up to my place, my feet are killing me.

ripping the high heels from my feet, i let my bare soles relax against the wooden flooring, heaving out a sigh of relief as i throw the shoes to the side.

i slump onto my sofa, opening my clutch and retrieving my phone. i just stare at it for a few moments, wondering if Kate is right. is three calls in a night too much?

it doesn't take long for my mind to wander, thoughts of the ice hockey defenseman in between my thighs, flashbacks to the two of us tangled between my sheets, his fingers working wonders against my heat as his lips attach to my neck. thats all it takes for me to snap, unlocking the device and clicking on his contact.

one call. i'll give him one more call. if he doesn't answer, then i'll just leave it for the night; try to get myself off or suck it up and go to bed frustratedly horny.

i listen silently as the phone rings with the outgoing call. once. twice. three times, before it connects.

“hey, pretty girl. three calls in a night.” his voice is raspy and slow. i can hear the faint voices of Jack and Dawson in the background of the other line, and just from those clues, i know what he's up to at the moment.

“please.” i can't hold back the whimper at the sound of him, clenching my thighs together at his teasing chuckle. “i need you, Johnny.”

“i'll be right there.” he replies. i can hear shuffling on the other end, the sound of keys jingling, and i assume he's stuffing them in his pocket.

“hey, Johnny?” i bite my lip, waiting for his voice again.

“yeah, pretty girl?”

“bring a blunt.” i tell him. he huffs out a raspy laugh, agreeing before he ends the call.

it's twenty minutes later that the sound of a knock echoes throughout my apartment and i get giddy, jumping up from the sofa and fast-walking to the door. i take a second to compose myself before i open it, John standing on the other side with a smirk.

“hey, baby.” he steps into the apartment, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “so which one are we doing first?”

“smoke.” i say, gesturing for him to follow me while he pulls a ziploc baggie out of his pocket, holding two blunts.

“you can start while i get changed.” i inform him, stepping into my bedroom with him hot on my trail. i look back to see him nod, snatching a lighter from the top of my dresser as i dig in my drawer for something sexy but comfortable.

i leave him sitting on my bed, the rolled object between his fingers, smoke drifting into the air from his lips. stepping into the bathroom, i get changed quickly, out of the itchy sparkly club dress and into a red satin slip nightdress.

opening the bathroom door, i notice the atmosphere has changed, the ceiling light off in exchange for my LED lights, a blue glow settling over the room.

John's eyes watch me hungrily, locked on the curves of my waist as i stalk towards the bed, kneeling onto the mattress and bending forward to steal the blunt from his lips, sticking it between mine. his gaze darts between my lips and my cleavage before settling on my eyes.

i crawl up the bed, sitting down sideways beside him, my legs thrown over his.

we're silent for a while, at some point telling alexa to play our playlist. we just enjoy the music, passing the drug back and forth a few times.

“my friends think you're bad for me.” i tell him through a choked laugh. he smirks, his hand rubbing up and down my bare thigh, causing me to clench them together, which results in a knowing look from John.

“baby, take a look around.” he remarks. “i don't give a fuck about your friends, or what they think. i'm the one right here.”

his response makes a pit settle deep within my stomach, a mixture of want and need.

i take a hit, hooking a finger under his chin to bring his face to mine, before letting the smoke drift from my lips to his.

pulling back, lust clouds his eyes and i let him take the substance from my grasp, settling back on my hands as he sets the small bit of leftover blunt on my nightstand. he turns back towards me, knocking my legs off of his and maneuvering to hover over my body.

he dips his head into my neck, pressing sloppy kisses against my racing pulse, his hand sliding up my waist and over my stomach before clutching at my breast, his thumb ghosting over the fabric that covers my pierced nipple. his touch elicits a moan to escape my lips, my hips bucking up to graze his.

“shhh,” he hushes me, pulling back from my neck to look into my bloodshot eyes. “be a good girl for me.”

his hand leaves my breasts to push my hips down, holding them in place against the bed. his lips return to my skin, trailing kisses up my jawline before he finally reaches my lips. the kiss is sloppy and slow, teeth clattering and tongues exploring. he sucks at my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.

his hand explores my body once more, this time sliding down my thigh before gliding back up, pulling my dress up with his touch. his fingertips trail up my inner thigh, causing a shiver to wrack my body, a whimper bubbling up my throat.

he reaches his destination, pulling my panties to the side and swiping two fingers through my soaking core. my hips buck up again at his touch, making him let out a dark chuckle.

“so wet for me.” he tuts.

“yes, sir.” i moan as his fingers brush over my clit. “just for you.”

“yeah?” he urges on, pulling my panties down my legs, throwing them off to the side, landing in a heap on my bedroom floor.

he brushes his touch over my heat again, drawing out another moan from me.

“please.” i whine.

“what do you want, baby?” he questions, scanning my face. “you want my fingers, hm?”

my head bounces up and down, nodding fastly.

“can you say it for me? use your words, baby. tell me to fuck you with my fingers.”

“please, fuck me with your fingers, sir.” i whine.

John seems to deem it enough begging, because he slips a single digit into me, causing a mix of a moan and a sigh to drop from my swollen lips. my eyes screw shut in pleasure, my jaw going slack.

he crooks his finger inside me, my hips grinding down onto his hand.

“more.” i plead, my hands fisting the sheets beneath me. he adds a second finger, dragging them lazily inside of me, his thumb now providing a pressure point to my clit.

“open your eyes, pretty girl. look at me.” my eyes flutter open at his command, locking with his. he holds that eye contact as his fingers pump into me.

the crude sounds of his fingers gliding in and out of my wetness fills the room, mingling with my moans and calls of his name. ready for something more, i grip his shirt, pulling on it and bringing his lips down to mine, engaging him in a deep kiss.

“please, John.” i mutter, my lips brushing against his. “i want your cock.”

his fingers scissor and curl in a 'come-hither' motion a few more times, the knot in my stomach growing, before he removes them, leaving me empty.

he brings his hand up to my face, his wet fingertips tapping against my bottom lip, and i open my mouth, letting him press his fingers on my tongue. the taste of me settles on my tastebuds and i suck around his digits, letting my tongue lap at them.

John lets out a groan at the feeling and the sight of me beneath him. he pulls away, his fingers leaving my mouth with a pop. standing from the bed, he pulls his shirt over his head while i scoot to the edge of the bed, fumbling with his belt.

he chuckles as i get frustrated when i can't undo it, knocking my hands away to remove it himself. pulling his pants and boxers down, his dick slaps against his lower stomach as he kicks them off.

my mouth waters at the sight, my pussy clenching at nothing but the phantom feeling of him filling me up, the remembrance enough to make my breathing speed up.

he bypasses me, climbing back onto the mattress and settling in the middle, slumped against the headboard.

“c'mere.” he insists, pulling me towards him. his hands grip my hips as he guides me to straddle him, holding my nightdress up just enough to put my pussy on display. “ride me like a good girl.”

i grasp his length in one hand, a grunt passing his lips at the feeling of my hand wrapped around him. my other grasps his shoulder as leverage to keep me up. sliding his dick through my folds, my back arches and i let out a shaky breath, mixing with his own groan at the feeling.

his right hand leaves my hip to slap my ass.

“don't be a tease, baby.” he warns. “sink this cock into your pretty pussy.”

at his order, i line him up with my entrance, lowering myself down slowly. my head drops back in content, gnawing at my bottom lip and letting out a muffled cry of pleasure.

his hand cups my cheek, pulling my face back to look at him. his thumb pulls my bottom lip from my teeth.

“let me hear those pretty sounds. let me know how good i make you feel.” he grunts out, his voice tight.

“yes, sir.” i comply, letting my moans leave my lips freely as i grind down on him, bouncing on his cock, leaning forward towards him in order to achieve a new angle.

he buries his face in my neck, leaving open mouthed kisses and suckling on the spot he knows makes me squirm. his hands slide up my hips and waist, pulling at the satin and tugging the top of my nightdress down to free my tits. he grips them in his hands, his thumbs circling my perked nipples, before he pinches them, making me whimper.

he pinches and prods at the jewelry thats runs through my nipples, and i pick up my pace, grinding down harder and bouncing faster. he uses his hands on my chest to push me up, leaning forward to bring my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it and letting his teeth graze it. my back arches, a shiver running down my spine at the feeling.

“yes!” i call out, my hips stuttering as the knot grows in my gut once more. he picks up on my tell, taking this time to switch his mouth to my right breast as he thrusts up into me.

his tongue swirls my nipple as he sucks, and i clench around him. his hand leaves my breast to sneak in between us, using his middle finger to circle my bundle of nerves. he continues to thrust up shallowly as i bounce on him, and i can feel my climax quickly approaching.

his lips leave my breast and he looks back at my face, my eyes rolling back in my head at the intense pleasure i'm overcome with.

“look at you, taking me so well.” he coos. “such a good girl, aren't you?”

“yes.” i nod quickly, my hand rising to grip my breast in attempt to ground myself from the euphoria that's clouds my mind.

“bouncing on my dick like my own personal puck bunny.” he snickers. my other hand falls to his abdomen, and i can feel his abs tighten at the touch.

“yours.” i mutter out through the pleasure, his finger speeding up on my clit. “all yours.”

“who's pussy is this?” he uses his free hand to grab at my face, forcing me to look at him.

“yours.” i repeat.

“that's right.” he mutters. “this pussy belongs to me. only i can make you feel this good, isn't that right?”

“yes, sir.” i nod again, my eyes squeezing shut as i feel myself teetering on the edge, my movement stuttering again as i shudder.

he pulls me forward, his lips ghosting the shell of my ear as he whisipers, lust dripping from his voice.

“come for me.”

i let go at his words, my breath halting as my orgasm washes over me. my vision goes pitch black, stars dancing through it as he bucks his hips up, his finger never stopping on my clit as he fucks me through my release.

i open my eyes when i come back down to earth, panting to bring oxygen back into my lungs. but John is ruthless, flipping us over so that he hovers over me.

he plunges back into me, pushing his hand against my stomach, feeling himself deep within me. he thrusts fast and hard, grinding himself against my overstimulated clit.

i whimper, not sure if i can take any more, but he doesn't stop.

“one more.” he assures me. “you'll be fine.”

my fingers grip at his back, surely leaving red scratches down it as i attempt to pull him closer. one of my hands slides down to settle on his ass, bucking my hips up to meet his.

“that's it. you can do it.” he smirks, his words barely audible over the sound of our skin clapping against each other. my moans and whimpers echo throughout the bedroom, tears pricking at my eyes from the amount of pleasure coursing through me.

“John.” i breath, the sounds of his grunts like music to my ears.

“yeah, baby.” he dips down to press a kiss to my lips. “i'm right here.”

i can feel his hips stutter, his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer and closer to his finish, and my own stomach gets tight as i get close to mine.

“come inside me.” i whisper against his lips. “fill me up.”

his pace falters at my words and he leans his forehead against mine. his thumb drops down to my clit, rubbing fast circles against it and my face goes red as i clench around him, reaching my second climax. he lazily pumps in and out a few more times before his lips part and a moan drops from them as he reaches his own orgasm.

he falls on top of me, both of us panting to catch our breath, his bare chest againt my exposed breasts. his weight helps ground me back to the moment, and it's only a minute later that he rolls off of me.

he lies beside me on his side, his fingers dancing across the red satin that covers my abdomen for a moment before he stands.

“i'll be right back, baby.” he doesn't bother getting dressed, walking into the bathroom to clean himself up, prior to returning with a washcloth, soaked with warm water.

he kneels on the end of the bed, prying my still shaking legs apart and cleaning me up with the towel, my hips bucking slightly at the feeling. he laughs at my movement, before throwing the washcloth into the hamper in the corner of my room.

pulling his boxers back on, he stalks out of the room, disappearing for a few minutes. he returns with a bottle of water and a granola bar, handing me both. once i have the items in my grasp, he pulls the top of my nightdress back up to cover my boobs.

as he climbs back into the bed, i scoot over so that i'm no longer in the middle of the mattress, allowing him his own side.

he waits for me to take a few sips of the water before he sets it on the nightstand for me. laying down on his back, he pulls me towards him and pulls my leg to rest over his abdomen.

we're silent as i eat the granola bar, his hand rubbing aimlessly up and down my thigh. i hand him the wrapper when i'm done and he sets it beside the water bottle before his hand returns to my thigh.

“John?” i whisper, scared to break the peace, and afraid of his reaction to my next words. he hums in interest, looking down to meet my eyes. “i don't wanna fuck around anymore.”

his brows thread together in confusion, no doubt thinking this was an odd time for me to call off our situationship after being so needy with him just moments ago.

“what do you mean?” he questions, his tone thoroughly confused.

“i mean, i want more.” i admit. “i need more. and if you don't want that too, then that's fine. but i need you to let go of this hold you have on me if you don't want more with me.”

he's quiet, staring deep into my eyes, and i brace myself for him to break my heart, but his next words cause my heart to skip a beat instead.

“i don't wanna leave this bed.” he confesses. “i don't wanna leave you.

“i really like you, y/n. and i'd really like if you'd let me be your boyfriend.”

a grin spreads across my face as i nod.

“yeah, i think i'd like that a lot.” i tell him, straining my neck up to press a kiss to his lips.

“good. now, you wore me out, i'm ready to sleep.” he chuckles, grabbing the remote to my LED lights and turninng them off, leaving us in peaceful darkness.

“i wore you out?!” i laugh, smacking his chest lightly.

“uh, yeah. you're a fiend.” he smiles, cheekily grabbing at my ass.

“me?! you made me come twice!” he waves his hand in dismissal at my words.

“semantics.”

“ugh, you and your big words.” i roll my eyes playfully, burying my head in his neck as he covers us with the blanket thats now bunched up beside him. “mr. Harvard graduate.”

“babe, thats not even a big word.” he laughs as i press a finger to his mouth to shush him.

“semantics.”

[marnerparty]

did anyone see this coming?

Quinn Hughes x bestfriend!reader

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[mack-devereaux]

Comfort

Vince Dunn

Authors note: Vince is my comfort player. I love him. So it’s only fitting that I write about him in a comfort fic. No clue on word count. Pictures are from Pinterest. I think the only trigger is like 3 curse words? And a little bit of angst, just a tiny bit.

❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Isn’t it strange? There are so many people out there who secretly love someone. And yet there are so many people who have no idea that someone secretly loves them.

~~~~~~

Vince was new to Seattle. He had just gotten traded, he knew it was coming, but yet he wasn’t prepared for how much of a difference it would be. In St. Louis he had his friends. But here, he was so new he didn’t have friends yet and with his family in Canada he was struggling trying to settle in. He just wanted someone to talk to and hang out with. His floor in his apartment complex was very quiet, as far as he knew there were only two tenants, him and a very very quiet person, as far as the other rooms, they were used for storage. He never saw his neighbor nor had he heard them when they came and went. Until today that is, he was texting on his phone while walking down the hallway when all of a sudden something, or someone, smacked right into his chest.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention I—“ the cute blonde stopped speaking immediately when she looked at him “wow your eyes are really pretty.” Vince grinned. Kinda taken aback by the chatty girl. “Oh I didn’t mean to say that out loud. I’m sorry, I’ll pay more attention next time” the girl stuttered.

“It’s really not a big deal. I’m Vince” he stuck out his hand. The girl took his hand and she swore electricity shot up her arm. “Y/n” she smiled dropping her hand and reaching for her apartment keys.

“Well for the record y/n you have very beautiful eyes as well” he added with a wink and a panty dropping smile. He felt an odd sense of calm and peace when they touched hands. “Do you flirt with all your neighbors Dunner?” She asked.

“Wait how do you—“ his eyebrows pinched together, she knew who he was.

“I work for the Kraken sometimes. I’m one of the extra medics they call in when you guys get too crazy out there. It’s my job to know who you guys are. But you should get going before you’re late to training” she leaned into her doorway of her apartment.

“Shit, yea. Well I guess I will see you around then, don’t be a stranger. You can come hang out anytime, I’m only a door away” he smiled and started to walk down the hall to go to the gym. Looking back over his shoulder he noticed her watching him “you too Vince”.

*a few weeks later*

Y/n was sitting on her couch alone, only because Vince was out of town on a roadie. She didn’t realize how much she had gotten used to his presence until he was gone. Literally. He was constantly in her apartment, and if he wasn’t at her place she was at his. At this point they were the equivalent to roommates. Vince tried to convince himself it was because he felt calm and peace around her, not that he had a massive crush on her. He made the mistake of telling his friend Sam about her and he hasn’t heard the end of it.

Y/n wasn’t mad about constantly having the cute hockey player in her apartment over the last few weeks, however she did wish he gave some heads up when he came over though. There’s been many times he just barged in when she was looking like a mess or had just crawled out of bed with her hair everywhere. He claimed it was a cute look for her but she was still mortified. He was like sex on legs, he constantly looked amazing. Between his dark curls and his bright green eyes she knew she was fucked. Plus his constant flirting and the need for physical touch was not helping her case. She quickly picked up that physical touch was how he needed reassurance. He always mentioned how she kept him grounded and not in his head, she took that as a huge compliment, he didn’t seem like the type to let people in very easily.

Her phone vibrated on the table, bringing her out of her trance she had fallen into, she reached out and saw a text from Vince.

From Dunner 😈:

Hey babygirl, you able to talk?

Babygirl, the name he called her when it was just them, she loved it. It often became Babe around his friends and teammates. But she wasn’t mad about that nickname either. She hit the call button and waited for him to answer.

“Someone’s impatient” she rolled her eyes when he answered.

“You’re the one who texted me, I figured it would be a waste of time by texting you, just to have you call me” y/n explained.

“That’s fair. What are you up to?” He said, he sounded tired.

“Laying on my couch” y/n said.

“Sexy, what are you wearing” he smiled.

“Vince” she rolled her eyes “don’t make it weird.”

He laughed “come on babygirl live a little, I know you’re wearing my shirt.”

Glancing down she scoffed “no I’m not” yes she was, “How was your game” she quickly changed subjects.

“I knew it” he grinned biting his lip. He loved when she wore his clothes. “It was good, did you watch?”

“I always do” she sighed “when do you come back?”

“I knew you missed me” he chirped.

“Quit teasing me or I will hang up” she pouted. Messing with the hem of the worn out shirt.

“No you won’t, you miss me too much. But I’ll be back in a few days babe” he yawned.

“I’m gonna fall asleep soon” she said also yawning.

“You should stay up, I wanna keep flirting with you” he whined.

“You’re ridiculous” she laughed.

“You never flirt back, it’s boring” he said.

“Umm yes I do, you’re just super attractive and it makes me nervous to flirt with you too much, I never know when you’re being serious” she laughed.

“I’m always serious babe” he said, after a note of silence on her end he added “get some sleep, I’ll talk to you tomorrow yeah?”

“Yeah, goodnight Vince.”

As y/n hung up he looked at his lock screen photo of them. They were out at a club with the team, she was in a dark blue dress and he was wearing a black t shirt and dark jeans. She was sitting on his lap with his arm around her back and they were taking selfies. He had just touched her exposed shoulder with his cold beer bottle when she jumped. Then he snapped a photo of them mid laugh. It was his favorite picture of them. For as much as he teased her about her missing him, he was certain he missed her way more. Being away from her was weird. Especially since they had only met a short while ago. He’s never clicked with someone this quick before. He didn’t know what to make of it. His friend Sam had tried giving him advice on asking her out but he wasn’t sure how she felt about the situation. A text came through bringing him back to reality.

From Babygirl 🥵:

Goodnight 💕

To Babygirl 🥵:

Goodnight babe

~~~~~~

We looked at each other just a little too long to be just friends.

~~~~~~

*a few weeks later*

Y/n was adding some final touches to her makeup before she heard her door unlock.

“I’m coming!“ she shouted as she grabbed a hair tie to throw on her wrist. She walked out into the living room seeing Vince drop his duffel bag by the door, he was wearing a dark game day suit and his curls were styled perfectly. It’s a shame that hair will be covered by a helmet soon. Damn he looked good.

“You ready?” He asked.

“Yeah, just let me grab a few things,” she grabbed her purse and her water bottle. She was going to the game tonight because they were playing the Canucks, the Kraken tend to get a little rough with each other when they played teams close to them. Mainly because the crowd was always intense and got the energy going in the arena. So naturally Vince had convinced her to carpool with him, with games like this he always got a little hotheaded. Just having y/n around him seemed to keep him calm. Which he would need after tonight’s match up with their Canadian neighbors. She was his first friend here, and somehow between the late night talks and flirting he had fallen for her. Even some of the teammates had noticed how he kept her close to him, literally and figuratively. Little did he know that she had fallen for him too. How could she not. The two of them just fit so perfectly together. The drive to the game was filled with flirty banter and small talk.

~~~

The game was a bloodbath. Penalties were called left and right. Players were coming off the ice like crazy with cuts and bloody noses and injuries constantly. It was a good thing they called in backup, which they definitely utilized. She was right behind the players bench watching everyone with such intensity, even the other team. The end of the second period was nearing, she couldn’t wait for the team to have an intermission to cool down. The energy in the arena was out of this world. She had been to plenty of games before, but none had been this intense.

Then it happened, gloves came off and it was a blur of blue and white wrestling on the ice, punches and insults thrown around like nothing. She forgot how to breathe once she realized it was Vince who was fighting. As a medic she was used to blood, especially at the hockey games, it never bothered her but it was different seeing Vince bloody. She wasn’t sure how long they had been fighting. After what felt like a lifetime the refs finally ripped the players apart. Vince immediately going towards the bench, he was yelling. The teams physician pulling him to the side and down the tunnel checking for any major injuries. They had moved so fast it didn’t register to y/n that they were halfway to the locker room already.

“No, I want y/n! Please!“ Vince shouted. Y/n snapping out of her frozen stance she followed the physician down the tunnel and into the locker room where she heard him shouting. As she turned the corner she immediately went for gloves and gauze. Throwing her hair up in a bun the physician was explaining what she needed to do, he had his hands full with this game, she was happy to help but still in shock that Vince was the one she was tending to. “No concussion, but we need the cut on his lip and cheek cleaned up and check his teeth for any other bleeding. He’ll return for the 3rd period. When you’re done with him send him where the rest of the team is. Oh and check his shoulder too, he took a nasty hit.”

“Yep. Got it” she said as she was washing her hands and putting gloves on to look at his face. As she stepped in front of Vince she grabbed his face gently making him look at her, still in shock over what she had witnessed. Yes she knew hockey was a violent sport. Yes she knew there were lots of injuries. But seeing Vince get hurt and in a fight was something she wasn’t prepared for. He was breathing hard, still pissed off about the call and the fight. But as soon as y/n was in front of him he felt better. She was explaining what she was doing, and asking permission to clean him up. He wasn’t listening, he knew she had to do that for her job. He leaned forward and just hugged her waist, leaning his head into her side, not saying anything. His breathing still heavy but starting to even out.

“Vince, I need to clean that cut,” y/n sighed.

“Y/n please. I need to calm down. Just—Please.” He was wound up, he tried to keep his voice level, not wanting her to hear him yell. So she let him, his sweat and probably blood going on her shirt. She just stood there and rubbed his back, well she tried to rub his back. It was hard with all the pads and gear on. After about 5 minutes of him just hugging her he finally pulled away. She didn’t say anything, she just looked at him, he nodded to her and she started looking at his injuries. He never looked away from her face. He notices the grey swirls in her eyes, she was holding back tears, the long black lashes, the freckles lightly dotting across her nose.

The cuts weren’t bad, and his shoulder was fine. Relief flooded her, when she was done she took her gloves off and threw everything away, “Vince, are you ok” she said looking at him. He was already looking at her.

“I’m ok” he breathed out “thank you baby girl.” He stood up and kissed her on the forehead, letting his lips stay there for a second longer than he should have, and walked to where the rest of his team was. She let out a huge sigh and sat down. After a minute she walked back to the bench for the last period.

The game ended in overtime with the Kraken winning. Y/n was charting and filling out paperwork when the team was finishing up post game interviews and showers. Vince walked around the corner to meet y/n by the team parking, and they walked together to his car. Once in the car Vince’s hand soon found its way to y/ns thigh, still needing some sort of comfort from her, she set her hand on top of his and intertwined their fingers. They said nothing the entire way home. Not even as he grabbed her hand and walked past her door straight to his apartment. It was rare that he was this quiet after games. They always fell so easy into conversations, but she didn’t dare speak first this time. She sat on the couch as he went into his room to change. After a few minutes he came out and handed her one of his old shirts, she walked to the bathroom to change. She grinned once she saw it was her favorite shirt of his, a very worn out hockey shirt from when he played for the Icedogs in his OHL days. It fell to her mid thigh, which was fine, she normally wore boy short underwear so she wasn’t super uncomfortable in just the shirt.

As she walked out of the bathroom she saw him in the kitchen. His sweatpants hanging low on his hips. She could see the tension in his back muscles still. She walked up to him and just hugged him from behind, even though he towered over her. He turned around and lifted her up to where she was sitting on the counter and his hands were on either side of her legs. They stared at each other for a minute. Y/n reached out to brush his curls off his forehead. He leaned into her touch and as she went to grab the side of his face he grabbed her hand a kissed the back of it.

“Y/n. I am sorry for what happened earlier.”

“Vince, I’ve seen you fight before it’s not a big deal, I just panicked for a second when I saw that you were the one hurt, and with everyone screaming that loud in there I just shut down.“

“ No, let me finish please.” He sighed, “it’s not that. I—fuck. He made a comment about you and it set me off. Y/n you give me a sense of calm that I’ve never had before. I’m pretty hotheaded and get worked up pretty easy out there. You’re the only thing that can calm me down, and that terrifies me. Every time I’m around you I just feel peace, and comfort. I’m not sure how to explain it, and I know it sounds dumb but I just need you to stay with me.”

“Vince I’m not leaving, you make me feel the same. I’m not sure when it happened for me either but everything is easy with you. I don’t want it to stop” Y/n said.

“Can we go to bed then? Just relax for the night?” Vince looked at her.

“Yes.”

[cgsf]

Men's Hockey (RPF) fanfiction recs — Leon/Matthew {Part 1}

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"thanksgiving" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 8,954 | Matthew's been parked for less than five minutes when his passenger door opens and a tall, broad guy drops into the seat, illuminated just enough by the cabin light for Matthew to take in his heavy brow, and the sharp line of his nose, the stubbled shadow of his jaw. "Wow, you're handsome," Matthew says, as the door clicks shut, and then, "Wow, you're Leon Draisaitl."

"better than before" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,850 | "Huh," Matthew said, just a huff of sound like he was absorbing it. "You are so fucking into me." Leon could practically hear him smirking, the smug twist of his mouth. "What was your first clue?"

"hand in hand with best laid plans" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,351 | Matthew's standing in the middle of a row of gate seats when Leon sees him. Leon's instinct is to immediately step out of sight so Matthew won't see him, but that seems like an asshole thing to do, and embarrassing to admit to someone after the fact, so he walks over instead, backpack on and duffle over his shoulder. "What happened to you?" Matthew startles visibly, and when he turns to look at Leon he looks as exhausted as Leon feels. "Oh," he says, blandly. "They lost all my shit."

"all your jagged syntaxes" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 5,305 | Matthew hasn't had a real crush on someone since he was seventeen. He'd gotten over that fast enough. He'll get over this too.

"aligner, rapprocher" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 16,618 | "This would be easier on a bed," Leon says, right up against Matthew's jaw before he sucks a kiss to the underside of it. "Also, I wouldn't have to see it." Leon only jolts a little, Matthew between his legs where he's got a hip hitched up against the table. They turn their heads together, Matthew already laughing. Leon shrugs. "I didn't think you'd have made it back yet." Connor mmhmms a little judgmentally.

"a good thing you wanted to be true" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 21,047 | Leon knows about Matthew Tkachuk. Everyone knows about Matthew Tkachuk.

"what does daylight look like" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 8,465 | "Bet he'd love to know all the ways his beloved Tkachuk lets me defile him." "Definitely more surprised than an Oilers fan." "I think all of Alberta would be pretty surprised by the things we do to each other."

"collide the spaces that divide us" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 43,848 | Leon rolls the passenger window down and leans over. “You look like shit,” he says, because it’s true. Matthew looks like he spent the entire flight throwing up, face pale and the enormous purple bags forming under his eyes visible even with the mask in place. He’s sweating as he tosses his bag into the backseat, a weird sheen on his forehead that makes something in Leon's gut twist. “No fucking shit,” Matthew snaps back, sliding into the passenger seat and pulling off his mask with a wince. “I’ve been puking from Las Vegas to London.”

"slip under the tongue into translation" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 32,257 | Later, Brady will say it starts as a joke. And later, Matthew will tell him that in German, that would probably be something like es sollte nur ein Scherz sein. Or maybe, nur ein Spaß. He’d have to ask to make sure that’s right. But where’s the fun in that?

"comment for engagement" 🔒 (M) by RippingOffZeppelin | 27,971 | Matthew is made to start a YouTube channel after getting too much bad press to reconnect with the fans and show off the fun side of his hockey. It ends up being an eventful year.

"liebe geht durch den magen" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 6,211 | All Leon wanted were some easy recipes, and instead he got this guy, this – Matthew Tkachuk, alias tkachukycheese, YouTube channel owner by bi-weekly afternoon and dietician who works a lot with school classes by normal profession.

"how's it taste" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,001 | Leon knows how All-Star weekends are supposed to go. You show up, you resent being somewhere cold and miserable instead of warm and full of fruity cocktails, you do stupid trick shots and try to traumatize the league’s best goalies, you get drunk off your ass, you go home. He’s done it once already; nothing this year should be a surprise. Tkachuk is a surprise.

"Sea Change" 🔒 (E) by andthreequarts | 24k WIP | “Wait, is that what’s happening here?” Matthew pushes forward, gets close. “Is that why you were being weird?” “Shut up,” Draisaitl growls, backing up. “Oh no,” Matthew laughs. “This is the funniest thing I’ve heard all week. Leon Draisaitl, an alpha’s alpha. Who would have guessed it, you’re into an omega with barely any scent?”

"your best american girl" 🔒 (E) by cinqmars | 4,675 | “I’m from Cologne,” Leon says, flatly. “Like perfume? Is that why you always smell so good?” Tkachuk asks, eyelashes fluttering, and - woah. What the fuck? “Um,” Leon says, very intelligently. The silence drags on, steadily becoming more uncomfortable. “Just - never mind,” Tkachuk mutters.

"head above water" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 91,131 | In his defense, Draisaitl is distracting. He’s shirtless, and sweaty, and Matthew can see the tan line at the waistband of his Puma shorts. Matthew’s fucked guys who like him less than Draisaitl does. It’s kind of fun. Who knows if Draisaitl would be good in bed, but he’d for sure look good with his clothes off. File that under things not to say out loud.

"we could be reckless" 🔒 (E) by winglavender | 12,277 | They get into a scrap in the sixth Battle of Alberta. Leon expects it to end there. It doesn't.

"end to my runnin'" 🔒 (E) by Kerfluffle | 10,268 | “You gonna blow me in that thousand dollar suit?” Matthew asks curiously. “That’s kind of hot.”

"Growing Into Someone" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 49,528 | Matthew had been resigned to waiting out the lockout in Calgary or St. Louis, but when he heard the offer from Cologne he thought it would be nice to get away from the NHL for a bit. He didn't think about Draisaitl until he'd already signed with the team.

"keep me up until the body disagrees" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 3,375 | It's hard to get away from it all in the Edmonton bubble. But Matthew has a bag of weed gummies he paid way too much for, the door to the roof of the JW Marriott is unlocked, and sometimes it's easier to be alone when someone else is with you.

"Muscle Memory" 🔒 (M) by blaahaj | 25,053 | It is, apparently, October 27th, 2023. Since Matthew only remembers up to about November 2019, this is a problem.

"asking nicely" 🔒 (E) by blaahaj | 6,892 | They were on the third club by the time Matthew noticed Draisaitl. Matthew was heading to the bar, legs aching in the best way and head spinning with whateverthefuck was in the shots Oshie kept passing out like the World’s Drunkest Santa; Draisaitl was bopping along at the edge of the dance floor, dorky and almost cute with a drink in his hand. Like he had a personality besides the grumpy-bear setting Matthew always got.

"Emergency Contact" 🔒 (T) by blaahaj | 1,847 | “You good, man?” “I just knocked my boyfriend’s tooth out. I’m fucking great. Thanks.”

"running interference" 🔒 (E) by letterstothemoon | 19,014 | Leon knew better than to let Tkachuk’s shitty little sneer get to him. He was a professional, for Christ’s sake, and he was capable of controlling his emotions, no matter how much any one douchebag might try to rile him up— “Eat shit, Tkachuk,” he snarled, then crunched the rat bastard into the boards. Well. Maybe that could’ve gone better.

"already given up on myself twice (third time's the charm)" 🔒 (M) by andthreequarts | 6,321 | "Look," McDavid says. "Brandon Manning's an asshole. You're an asshole too. But I know he didn’t break my collarbone on purpose and I believe you, when you say you didn't hurt Scheifele on purpose either.”

"nothing safe is worth the drive" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 10,712 | So what if Tkachuk missed his plane because he was too busy getting fucked? Just because Leon was doing the fucking doesn’t mean he owes the guy anything.

"(not a) fishbowl love story" 🔒 (T) by lighthousetowers | 9,286 | When someone mentioned “media access,” Leon had envisioned the typical pre-game-post-game spiel, maybe some glimpses-into-bubble-life clips. He definitely hadn’t thought of some kind of The-Office-style reality TV.

"if you handed over your body" 🔒 (M) by photovoltaic | 2,712 | If Leon thinks about it in terms of post-game review, here is how he would describe the play: Tkachuk had him against the boards, and Leon tried to shrug him off, and when that didn’t work because the little shit is persistent he had to get creative, and this is how he ended up in the box. Except that the boards were actually the undoubtedly filthy tiled wall of a bar bathroom in Las Vegas.

"all i hear is whistles" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 3,483 | "I don't think you were listening to Yamo's speech enough." "Are you telling me to fuck the mechanical bull?" Nursey flicks Leon's chin. "I'm telling you to try something new.

"over the moon, under the sun" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 12,907 | "But I think it was wearing me down more than I realized, and I think, I don't know, if somehow this had happened when I was still up there, it probably wouldn't have been like this, you know? I couldn't have been good to you. I didn't even know how to be good to myself." Leon tucks his face into the curve of Matthew's shoulder. "You're frighteningly self-aware."

"whatever promises I made" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 359,941 | Matthew Tkachuk meets his fiance for the very first time the day after their engagement is officially announced. Having to get married as some kind of twisted favor so Matthew will get drafted to the Oilers… It’s not a great start to the marriage. But is that really the only reason? Who’s doing who a favor here?

"settle down in the Sunshine State" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 14,666 | It’s 2025. Pending UFA Leon Draisaitl gets traded to the Florida Panthers on a rainy Monday morning. Matthew’s pretty sure it’s the end of his time with the Panthers.

"back to where we lasted" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 34,384 | Leon watches the press conference from a front-row seat, has the dubious honor of listening to Matthew fucking Tkachuk talk about how excited he is to play on Leon's fucking team. A reporter stands up, the lights reflecting off his glasses when he holds his phone up to get Matthew on the record. "How does it feel, Matthew, to come home?"

"brushback" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,639 | The first pitch is low and outside. The second one hits him right on the thigh, 90 miles an hour, hard enough to hurt. Leon sucks air in through his teeth, shaking it off, and takes his base. Matthew is at first. Of course he is.

"glide in a swan dive" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 2,015 | Matthew might not be over his rookie crush on Johnny Gaudreau, but Leon—quite reasonably, he thinks—is not yet over that.

"You are so gorgeous, it makes me so mad" 🔒 (T) by puckthisshift | 10,135 | Grad student Matthew Tkachuk’s pathetic crush on the first out NHL player is well-known in the Tkachuk family. Leon Draisaitl has no idea why baby Tkachuk thinks that Leon would need to know that his brother would want to get railed by Leon.

"I can't help myself, I can't break the spell" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 30,981 | Matthew gets into a fight with Draisaitl within hours of Draisaitl’s arrival in Beijing. Somehow the fight doesn’t end the way he expects it to. But it’s not like he minds getting his hands on Draisaitl in a completely different way. No feelings, just sex. That’s just what he needs on his way to the gold medal.

"if I pushed you to the edge" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 9,808 | Just because it’s been a few years of casual hookups doesn’t mean they’re friendly. Just because Tkachuk also has a key to Leon’s place doesn’t mean that they’re anything to each other. It’s convenience, nothing more.

"you're kinda sexy but you're not really special" 🔒 (E) by puckthisshift | 198,588 | Matty’s thrilled to be in college in Edmonton. It’s far enough away from St. Louis that he can live his own life and fuck all the boys he wants. Apparently it’s still not far enough away for him to get away from his Dad’s reputation. This fucking Draisaitl guy hates everything Tkachuk, and Matty most of all. And since Matty’s a self-proclaimed slut, why not have sex with him? At least that way he’s getting something out of this.

"Matthew Tkachuk Friendship Tour, The B-Sides, Part 1" (E) by brinicles | 7,564 | "Good game," Matthew says amicably as a looming curl of grey hoodie and track shorts shoulders past him, the tips of his hair still dark with water. "Go fuck a cactus," Leon spits as he disappears down the hall. Well, he's angry, Matthew absorbs as he loops back the way he came.

"today it's easy" 🔒 (NR) by iceguy | 2,867 | Leon has a beard.

"accoutrements" 🔒 (NR) by stridents | 5,003 | “I just don’t think this is smart,” Connor says, so soft Leon almost doesn’t catch it. “I’m not telling you not to do it, I’m just. I can’t see this ending well.”

"snow and dirty rain" 🔒 (E) by adeleblaircassiedanser | 5,037 | It wasn't that surprising, back when Matthew noticed the initial fixation developing; Draisaitl was objectively more storybook handsome than should really be allowed in an NHL player, and Matthew is shallow.

"Need A Little Sweetness (In My Life)" (M) by puckinghell | 7,120 | Matty grins. “Well, I’ll come back. One day I’ll get you to make me one.” “The day I make you one is the day I spit in it,” Leon snides, before he can think better of it. Connor’s foot connects with his calf hard enough that Leon yelps. Matty just laughs. “You’re hot enough that that’s not really the threat you seem to think it is, Leon.”

"the land between our bodies" 🔒 (E) by yourblues | 9,968 | The thing about Tkachuk, annoying as he was, is that they were in the same boat before. Second-best player on a team that should be better. But then he got the fuck out of Alberta to go sit on the beach every day — to start over in a place where the walls weren’t closing in around him — and maybe he’s happy there, so Leon should be happy for him. Or at least he shouldn’t feel the urge to reach into the guy’s sunny new life and fuck it up a little.

"tighten up" 🔒 (E) by bropunzeling | 3,213 | Leon follows him home after the game. That wasn't the original plan.

"gather your broken lessons and move" 🔒 (E) by rumandwhine | 30,455 | “God, we’re over thirty,” Connor groaned, breaking the tension and ending the stand-off, “you’d think we’d be better at this.” “What,” Leon drawled sarcastically, “about my falling into bed with Matthew Tkachuk – again – after blowing my life up the first time, implied that I’m not great at this?”

"but please (don't) bite" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 52,716 | Leon Draisaitl is unprotected! I repeat, Leon Draisaitl, the first to rack up hundred points in this 2020-2021 season (first again, may I add), is not protected in the upcoming NHL Expansion Draft according to the Protection Lists revealed last night by NHL. How did this happen, you may ask. Honestly, who knows. Isn’t there a no-move clause in his sweet 68-million-dollar contract with the Oilers, you may ask. Yes, starting in July 2022. No help there, buddy.

"i got a bad idea" 🔒 (E) by canoodles | 5,540 | You fuck a guy once at an All-Star Game and he suddenly decides you’re friends now or something. Leon’s life is so hard.

"nutcracker and the rat king" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,135 | Matthew texts him without explanation two weeks before the Oilers come to Calgary. No hello, not that he was expecting one. No explanation, not that he was expecting one. Just a link to Reddit and this u?

"retrograde" 🔒 (M) by ohtempora | 1,564 | “You like it here?” Leon asks. “Yeah,” Matthew says. He looks at Fort Lauderdale, lit up below them. “It's warm. It's different. I can wear sandals whenever I want.” “Important,” Leon says, dry, but something in his voice says he gets what Matthew’s trying to say.

"same as it was" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 6,110 | The thing is. The thing is, neither of their teams are doing great, and Leon’s trying so hard. He’s got yet another year of scrabbling for every inch they can gain in the standings. Matthew’s behind him on the points list, but barely. Everyone is entitled to a vice.

"Can you suture my wounds?" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 16,543 | Matthew never wants to talk about why he quit hockey and disappeared, or why he’s not home with his family, or why his hands shake every time his dad’s name lights up his phone.

"Saving the Best for Last" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 100,085 | Leon Draisaitl is not expecting to find love again at forty-three. His playing career is long over, he’s divorced, he’s got a bum hip, his only real asset is about half of a floundering German hockey team. Hell, even his hair isn’t what it used to be.

"i like the way the story ends" (M) by fraudulentzodiacs | 1,276 | “I can’t believe this is how you want to come out.” Leon grumbles, staring at Matty from across his hotel room. Matthew just smirks and holds his hand out, making grabby hands toward Leon.

"okay, yeah, you caught me" 🔒 (T) by anonymous | 6,034 | "Did the doctor send you?" Matthew asks then, his words slightly slurred, the finger with the oximeter attached to it pointing weakly at Leon. "Because, you’re like, hot. Are you a model?" he asks, and gasps softly, eyes wide, "Am I friends with a model?"

"Oil to a Flame" 🔒 (E) by Vivienne_Grey | 47,970 | A simple wager between two rivals was all it was meant to be. Matthew should have known from the beginning that nothing would ever be simple when it came to him and Leon Draisaitl.

"Old Flames Burn Brighter" 🔒 (E) by cisumox | 25,015 | "Do you think I did it on purpose?” Matt wants to know the answer, maybe more than anything else he’s here to do. It doesn’t change anything about the past. He still wants to know. Leon sighs just loudly enough that Matt can hear it across the space between them. “Welcome to Berlin, Matt.”

"found arms to fall right into" 🔒 (M) by anonymous | 6,341 | "I thought you had a… date," Brady says slowly and squints his eyes at Draisaitl. But Marns never showed up and Matthew doesn’t know how to admit to his baby brother that he’s a sad sack of shit who has to go out alone and drink his stress away, so he grabs Draisaitl’s hand instead and says, very firmly: "Yes."

"Might As Well" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 4,940 | In a city like New York, with its sea of anonymity, where hockey is just one of many sports and no one gives a shit about some guy on some team up in Canada, Leon can let himself indulge a little. There’s a club in Greenwich that he goes to sometimes to let off steam—it used to be whenever he was in town, which was generally for their East Coast road trip if they had a day off in NYC and maybe in the offseason if he happened to be passing through the area.

"A Reunion, a Beginning, and the Thief of Awkward Silences." (M) by puckedup | 3,317 | It's November 12th and Leon figures out what he's been missing.

"Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time" 🔒 (E) by andthenextday | 10,398 | “Did you two call each other beforehand?” Yamo asks, laughing. “Is this like an Elf Fight Club?” Leon ignores him, keeps glaring at Tkachuk. It’s three days before Christmas Eve, they’ve all got one more game before the holiday break and it’s fucking wild that Tkachuk doesn’t have better shit to do than drive three hours to crash an Oilers’ Christmas party. But now that Leon’s really thinking about it, that’s absolutely something he’d go out of his way to do.

"die Blümchenkrone" 🔒 (E) by soupbowlfulofsins | 4,151 | They have been touching all night. But feeling Matt’s thigh pressed against his own is new and strange. Not uncomfortable, but it puts him on edge. He doesn’t move away, though, even surrounded by other players. It’s not the kind of place he’d expect to hook up. Worst of all, he’s fucking into it.

"wanna be felled by you, held by you" 🔒 (T) by softzindagi | 1,796 | Leon is quiet, letting Matty’s words hang between them. They listen to the other breathe and it’s good, having some semblance of that they’re together. He knows Leon is concerned, has been since he got hit and Leon had to watch him wobble off the ice like that on his TV screen. Matty hasn’t felt better since.

"stay by my side and never let go" 🔒 (E) by softzindagi | 2,549 | It's Leon's last night in the bubble, and Matty comes to comfort. [deleted]

"like a tidal wave (i'll make a mess)" 🔒 (E) by nolanpatty | 2,123 | “Maybe,” Leon says, digging his heels into the ground, “If you’d learn not to play dirty just to get a win, you’d actually be where you wanted to be.”

"oh my lover, my love" 🔒 (G) by jamiemoriartys | 17,934 | “You went to Peru to drink tea?” “Yes.” “Psychedelic tea!” someone yells from the background, and the line rustles like Mitch’s phone is pressed against his clothing for a hot second. Matthew thinks it’s Auston. “Was that Auston?” he asks as soon as the line clears. Mitch makes a noise that’s somewhere between upset and incredulous, and he goes, “Hey, you’re the one who went to Peru to do drugs with Draisaitl, don’t try to change the subject.” “Davo’s a fucking gossip, man.”

"all I want for Christmas is you" 🔒 (T) by Mere_Sprite1847 | 799 | For the prompt: Character A is humming Christmas songs all the time and Character B is annoyed but then Character A catches Character B humming one later.

"i’ve been asking about you too" 🔒 (T) by getpucked | 3,060 | “He talks about you a lot,” Connor says, knowing he wouldn’t have to specify who ‘he’ is. “You act so different,” he begins, handling the puck with perfect precision and shooting it in the middle of the net from half ice, just to limit distractions. Matt knows better than to think he’s showing off. “Around him, off the ice. Like he makes you anxious.”

"shitty how you waste love (how i waste love)"🔒 (T) by anonymous | 16,820 | “Leo,” Connor sounds exasperated. “You’re not going to take Matthew out to a date as a bet.” “Don’t worry, Davo, Matty won’t go out with him, no fuckin’ way,” Matts grins into his beer, elbows taking too much space on the table, and Leon has to fight the urge to push them, paint the rest of his light shirt with beer, too. But he just grits his teeth together. “Fuckin’ watch me.”

"land locked blues" 🔒 (M) by injuriouscalm | 3,717 | Leon wonders if Matthew wants him to leave. If this was Calgary, he would leave. If this was Edmonton, Matthew would do whatever he wants. Leon would let him. He wonders just how much Matthew’s really changed, beyond the new tan and the new team and the new house and the soft smile instead of saying anything back.

"winter" 🔒 (E) by notthequiettype | 4,782 | The thing about being in the leadership core is that when a game gets delayed by a massive snowstorm for "the safety of the fans" and someone in PR starts a sentence with, "You know what would be fun," Leon's not allowed to run away. Leon would really like to be able to run away.

"(But I Still Want That) Your Savage Love"🔒 (E) by crookedsilence | 8,140 | If pressed, Leon could probably give the exact breakdown of sex with Tkachuk. It’s become a routine, and he hates it. But he doesn’t hate Tkachuk.

"all taking and no giving" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 3,129 | In the small room behind that one, Leon finds Matthew Tkachuk leaning against the wall. He’s got a towel draped around his shoulders, half-covering the ripped up neck of his shirt, his cheeks are still pink from exertion, and he’s grinning. Leon wants to slam him against the wall and kiss him until he whimpers.

"sweet like honey" 🔒 (T) by loreli | 3,630 | “Hey, twenty-nine. Lookin’ good.” Matthew Tkachuk’s got a new chirping tactic. It’s surprisingly effective.

"Snapshots" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 11,158 | Matthew's summers are always busy, traveling from one end of the world to the other for photo shoots. This one's in Cologne, hardly the most exotic location, but there's a castle so that's cool and also a very hot, though rather grumpy, guy whose picture he's supposed take. Too bad the guy looks like he'd rather be anywhere but here.

"give me the face - serve you the body" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,352 | “You wanna go tonight?” Matthew asks lowly, so the media doesn’t hear. Draisaitl gives him a flat stare that means what. “Rematch,” Matthew elaborates. “One on one. Mano a mano. You win and I won’t touch a hair on Mickey-D’s precious head next game.” “If you win?” Matthew laughs and slaps Draisaitl on the shoulder like they’re friends. “We both know I’m not gonna win, buddy.”

"the words i speak are wildfires and weeds" 🔒 (M) by Lekonib | 4,680 | “I don’t tell you how to play your game, don’t try to tell me how to play mine.” Matthew says. He’s also taken a step away. Leans back against the chain link mesh of the storage cage, apparently unbothered by the soot and dirt that’s probably built up there. “Just because I pissed him off doesn’t mean he has to start punching the back of my head. I’m fine, by the way, thanks so much for asking.” His voice is casual again but it sounds more forced than it did at the beginning of all this.

"ring of fire" 🔒 (NR) by injuriouscalm | 687 | “Matthew,” Leon says again. Again. Soft. Like he thinks Matthew’s there on the other end of the line. White noise, the rest of the world’s hum from here. White noise like the carbonated background of anything outside of your name being spoken aloud. The voicemail ends. Real silence, then. Flat and vacuum-sealed shut.

"they are separate things (pretty pretty pretty things)" 🔒 (E) by notevenaflyersfan | 7,904 | Every time Leon thinks about Matthew Tkachuk over the course of one year, and the consequences.

"Teach me to be shy" 🔒 (NR) by anonymous | 6,240 | He bites his tongue, keeps all the words he wants to say trapped behind his teeth. And when Leon hugs him goodbye, if Matthew squeezes a little tighter and holds on a little longer than he probably should, well. Leon doesn’t say anything about it.

"home by now" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 102,331 | The first big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that the St. Louis Blues trade for Leon Draisaitl. The second big piece of NHL news in the summer of 2026 is that Calgary Flames captain Matthew Tkachuk hits the free agent market.

"cut" 🔒 (T) by daisysusan | 2,094 | Leon doesn’t realize until the handshake line that Matthew’s bleeding from the face.

"I’m under control (till you’re in front of me)" 🔒 (NR) by justhockey | 9,752 | It starts kind of backwards, to be honest. But then again, nothing involving Matthew Tkachuk is ever normal, so he’s not sure why he’s surprised.

"the kids are alright" 🔒 (M) by lighthousetowers | 65,465 | In which Matthew Tkachuk is an elementary school teacher, Leon is tired of everyone around him getting married and producing offspring, and PR truly does facilitate public relations. Emphasis on the relations.

"how lovely are thy branches" 🔒 (M) by quadratics | 5,271 | “What is it about my family that makes us so damn irresistible to you Germans?”

"wrong when it's right" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 5,682 | Leon is drunk. Which—glancing around the locker room—plenty of guys aren’t sober, and for that matter Matthew isn’t either, but Leon is among the drunkest. Maybe the drunkest. Not sloppy, really, but it’s obvious in his loose movements and the way he smiles. And to think, Matthew thought he was going to forget how much he knew about Leon’s body.

"Edmonton 10" 🔒 (E) by Helenish | 3,485 | Stupid, stupid to fuck a guy on another team, a guy you were supposed to hate, stupid to fuck a guy as elite and recognizable as Leon, just shit for brains dumbfuck stupid, Matthew told himself a hundred times.

"(come on, come on, come on) get through it" 🔒 (E) by Anonymous | 8,909 | Matthew knows what Leon wants. That much has always been true. Has been true since the first time Leon curled his fingers into Matthew's hair and said, look at me. It’s the specific nuances of how he wants, where Matthew gets tripped up. Sometimes Matthew can’t tell whether Leon wants Matthew to look at him or whether he just wants to make Matthew look.

"time to spark it" 🔒 (E) by ohtempora | 3,039 | "Leon." Matthew says. He can't remember wanting someone like this before, never in his life, like without them he'd explode. Leon is six-plus feet of warm skin and Matthew wants to ruin him. "Leon," he says again. "I promise I'll still hate you in the morning."

"weightless under sun" (E) by keyshui | 7,752 | Matthew was taught in childhood that gender is a boundary never to be crossed. And then he puts on eyeliner.

"For The Glory" 🔒 (T) by HollowMachines | 6,843 | “The Panthers won the cup! The Panthers have won the Stanley Cup!” Matthew’s on his knees, hands out wide as he slides across the ice, sweaty, exhausted, still staring up at the scoreboard. They did it. They fucking did it. They won the cup.

"only fools rush" 🔒 (E) in by bropunzeling | 94,867 | All of a sudden Matthew has to stop talking because this isn't just a joke. He's saying vows. The kind that are supposed to be, well, sacred. Meaningful, or something, if he were doing this right. He’s not doing this right, though. He’s doing this with Leon fucking Draisaitl, in Las Vegas at midnight, all in order to win a six pack and, hopefully, suck the guy’s dick.

"fangs of wanting" 🔒 (M) by iceguy | 1,454 | Matt’s down a tooth and Leon had nothing to do with it.

"dumb conversations, we lose track of time" 🔒 (T) by Authumnder | 2,533 | matthew_tkachuk: Rip I was always into you / drat_29: ? worst confession ever / matthew_tkachuk: You are not dead ? / matthew_tkachuk: I lied / matthew_tkachuk: You are nothing to me

"some kind of joke" 🔒 (E) by isozyme | 5,028 | Officially, the post-game player exchange is a chance for the two teams to meet briefly after the game and communicate about any issues between them that arose on the ice. The public line is that it’s supposed to help get any feathers that were ruffled during the game unruffled via respectful dialogue. Talk it out, clear the air, sit together and chew the fat. Inter-team conflict management at its finest and most appropriate. In Matthew’s experience, sometimes the guy does just want to chat and look at his phone until about the right amount of time has passed. But mostly not.

"took it as a taunt" (E) by keyshui | 8,788 | “And what do I get if I win?” Draisaitl looks dangerous, sharp and confident and cocky in nothing but his skates, under armor, and pads. “Loser has to wear a WAG jacket to the winner’s play-off games.” Matthew can’t deny the appeal of seeing Leon Draisaitl in Calgary red and yellow with Matthew’s name written across his shoulders in thick letters. It makes his mouth go dry, and he licks his lips, watches the way Draisaitl tracks the movement.

"bleed just to know you’re alive" (E) by keyshui | 5,053 | Leon and Matthew are both self-destructive men.

"Mulligan" 🔒 (E) by puckingtrash | 8,559 | mulligan - (n.) A second chance, usually after the first chance was missed due to bad luck or a blunder.

"preference" 🔒 (E) by daisysusan | 42,974 | Tapping someone for the winner's room once is just hockey. Twice, that's just a coincidence. But this thing with Draisaitl might be turning into a pattern for Matthew.

"take your claws (dig them into the concrete)" 🔒 (E) by AndThenBurnTheAshes | 7,200 | Sometimes he doesn't want to be Matthew Tkachuk, rat bastard, the league's most hated, out in front of the house where his parents are sleeping.

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[svechnikovvv]

friend of a friend

pairing: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

warnings: profanity

summary: you finally meet the jamie trevor is always talking about

a/n: first jamie one and i’m so excited

masterlist: here

being friends with trevor had its benefits. such as going to his hockey games and meeting all of his pro hockey friends. specifically a certain jamie drysdale.

jamie and i met when i picked trevor up from practice one day.

***

to say i was lost would be the understatement of the year. i had no fucking clue where i was. all trevor said was to come to the arena and go inside.

i’m walking around, taking different turns down different hallways and yep, im lost.

“this is why i don’t listen to trevor,” i mumble to myself, then bumping into somebody.

“woah, speedy gonzalez,” i hear someone laugh and i look up to see possibly one of the prettiest guys ever. he’s smiling, and oh my god, the freckles on his face i could sit there and count them all day.

“sorry, i should really pay attention sometimes.” he waves me off

“not that i’m complaining, because it’s not everyday you run into a pretty lady, but do you work here?” my face heats up at his compliment and i shake my head.

“quite the opposite. i’m looking for someone.” he leans against the wall opposite of me and crosses his arms.

“and who might that be?”

“i don’t know if you know him, but trevor.”

“zegras?” i nod and he stands up, gesturing me to follow him.

“so how do you know z?” i ask him

“teammate.”

“you poor soul.” he laughs

“how do you know z?” he fires back at me

“grew up together,” he nods his head. we continue to keep the conversation flowing and soon, we’re at the ice. trevor sees the guy and i and he cheers.

“was wondering when you’d get here,” he steps off the ice and pulls me into a hug.

“yeah, well, ‘come to rink and come inside’ is a very vague text message.” he rolls his eyes and then looks at the guy beside me.

“jamie, i see you’ve met y/n.” trevor throws an arm around my shoulders. so this is jamie

“this is the y/n you always talk about?” i look at jamie

“all good things i hope.” i give him a smile

“yep, this is my unbiological sister.” trevor says

“sadly,” i mumble to myself, but he hears it anyways. he gasps and goes to poke my side, but i move out from under his arm and stand behind jamie.

“protect me jamie!” his arms go out in front of him to guard me.

“don’t worry y/n, i’ll be your knight in shining armor.” trevor tries to get me, but jamie stops him.

“jamie, i thought we were friends.” trevor says

“we are, but i must protect the fair maiden. what kind of knight in shining armor would i be if i didn’t?” trevor rolls his eyes and walks back to the bench, grabbing his stuff and walking back over to jamie and i.

“alright drysdale, i’ve gotta go.” they dap each other up and trevor nods his head in the direction to leave.

“it was nice meeting you jamie.” i give him a little smile

“likewise,” he says.

***

i throw on my drysdale jersey that jamie gifted me and i do a double-check to make sure i have everything i need before leaving the house. this would be my first time wearing the jersey, so it’s kind of a surprise for jamie.

***

“honey i’m home!” i get up off the couch and run over to the door to greet jamie.

“there you are. went to your place and you weren’t there,” he pouts.

“z wanted to watch the newest spider-man movie, so he invited me over.” he nods and pulls me into him, giving me a short and sweet kiss.

“come on lovebirds! this movie won’t watch itself!” i see jamie roll his eyes and we walk over to the couch, me sitting in jamie’s lap. i rest my side against his chest and he places a bag in my lap.

“what’s this?”

“just figured i’d get you a little something.” i give him a look and he smiles.

“open it, i want to see what it is.” trevor impatiently says and i open said bag, pulling out a duck’s jersey. i open it and hold it up to see jamie’s last name and number across the back.

“i’ve been replaced.” i hear trevor sigh and jamie and i laugh

“it’s okay z, i still love you.” jamie says and i set the jersey down in my lap.

“thank you my love, it’s amazing.” i whisper to jamie and his face goes red place a kiss on his cheek.

***

when i get to the arena, i make my way to the seat right by the ice. i see some of the other wags and their kids by the ice, the kids standing on the chairs and tapping the glass. i sit down and jamie’s eyes meet mine and he skates over. he stops by the glass and smiles.

“jaim, look.” i turn around and show him that i was wearing his jersey and i spin back around to see him smiling. he blows me a kiss and then skates off.

“you guys are cute,” i hear dani say and my face heats up.

“i can’t imagine being with anyone else,” i say as i watch jamie skate around and laugh at something trevor said.

once the game was over, i head to the tunnel with the other people and jamie is one of the first people to come out. he rushes over to me and pulls me into him.

“you’re eager,” i laugh and he nods.

“with you wearing my jersey, how can’t i be?” he pulls away from the hug and goes to kiss me but i stop him.

“right now? babe, we’re in public.” he pouts, his hands toying with my belt loops.

“BUT, maybe i can make an exception for you.” his face lights up and i place a hand on his cheek and he bends down, capturing my lips in his. we then pull apart and he looks down at me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. his hand then rests on my cheek. his eyes take a brief look at my jersey and he smiles.

“i can get used to seeing you with my last name.”

“mm, you’re such a flirt.”

“for you and you only.”

tags: @jackhues @jackhughesily

a/n: first jamie one, how we feeling? but i am officially done with requests (:

[tradetobest]

do u still think abt the golf au bc i would pay billions for you to infodump about it…

YEs i love thinking about this au so much thank you so much for asking me about it anon ilysm....

(under the cut bcs it feels a bit long to me)

this was my first act as a hockey fan it has such a special place in my heart.... i thought about it while i was in class and sorted everyone into categories Definitively. thank you for making me do this. of course some of the things i have these guys do you Shouldnt Do on a golf course, and like this is Super unrealistic but i love having my fun ok…. just Good Vibes… (also, im generalizing “clubhouse” as both people who work as servers at the course’s restaurant and the people who help golfers with carts/clubs/etc and all that. i did Not work there At All so it just makes it easier for me to loop them…. imagine they just like rotate around or something….)

OK… so…. starting with the two who started it all, mitch and auston.

i dont ever think i ever totally explained what mitch and auston's roles were besides surface level stuff so!! mitch is a member of the turf team at the golf course, which are basically the group of people who go around and cut the grass and do the landscaping and all of that. like ice crew, but just for the golf course.

auston is like. i don't know. some sort of moderately rich guy. maybe he's Auston Matthews or maybe he's just rich, i have no clue. all that matters is he golfs. maybe he's a professional golfer. of course, i imagine everything in this au as happening at my course, but tbh it works at any course...

(now, of course, one of mitch's friends works at the clubhouse, and tells mitch every time auston is sitting there looking for him... willy nylander youre a real one)

just imagine mitch driving around a work truck with a rake, a bucket of sand, and a leaf blower in the back and auston (dressed prim, and proper, white pants white shoes white hat purple shirt all nice) literally falling all over himself to talk to him. loitering all over just Hoping that Maybe mitch will drive by and he can rope him into conversation. meanwhile when mitch sees willy he’s like “yeah auston’s so cute but like idk if he’d ever go for me” and willy is like “yeah you have no fucking idea”

i used to have to do this task which was just. watering all of the flowers near the clubhouse and i can imagine mitch doing that and like surroptitiously glancing over his shoulder to check if auston is around or watching or something… just some good old fluffy pining yk…

i have a like Whole Ass procreate file w everyone sorted into lil groups so here’s some little tidbits …

i think i mightve talked abt this in another post but sid (crosby) and claude (giroux) both work for turf and are both Incredibly Competitive about it in the most insane way ever… im talking “you take half the course i take half the course and we see who finishes faster” (starting at 6am ish) mowing competitions and theyre both done at 8 on the dot…. insane people shit…. they did it with bunkers ONCE and claude tripped and fell into a bunker and broke his wrists so they do not do that anymore o7….

in honour of my boss feeling like my dad i put patty marleau and matt martin in turf…. they do rough mowing in honour of the two guys at my course who Only did rough mowing…. big ass machine

the thing to know about guys who are higher up on the turf echelon is that not only do they all know each other but they also went to school for it… turf school…. all this to say top grad of turf school Sidney Crosby got some little ducklings and thats how Connor McDavid (top turf school grad) got to this course…. we love that for him

shoutout to other guys who also have fun little romance stories but who arent mitch and auston, including but not limited to:

connor mcdavid, who keeps getting his work paused by these three golfers, which always makes him grit his teeth and smile softly at them, because Holy Shit Let Me Get Back To My Job Please. matthew tkachuk (son of Great Golfer Keith Tkachuk) seems to take joy in interrupting connor while he’s in the middle of something, jack eichel always catches him bent over and sweaty trying to shove the wheels back onto a greens mower for one of the kids, and leon draisaitl stands on the side to wait until connor’s at least done a pass to ask him something. matthew jack and leon can be seen at the clubhouse after they finish a round, head in hands, because connor is oblivious to their flirting. maybe they should try learning the names of different types of grass.

jamie drysdale (uni student staying with his grandparents over the summer) always comes to the clubhouse for breakfast with them, which absolutely delights bored server trevor zegras… too bad the summer has to end some time! lol! anyway

tyler bertuzzi (turf) seems to always have dirt under his fingernails, some mulch and woodchips stuck to his shorts, scuffs on his knees, and a dirty ass sweater on. dylan larkin (clubhouse) finds him INCREDIBLY endearing.

brady tkachuk (son of Great Golfer Keith Tkachuk) when he’s not driving his brother around so he can try and find connor (“seriously, matthew, he looks busy” “no, it’ll be fine, look—”) is smiling sweetly at the fumbling german waiter who always engages leon in rapidfire german conversation. tim, his nametag says, and brady would love to have more than a few word conversation with him. maybe he should interrupt leon’s brooding time with matthew and jack and ask him to teach him some german.

if you want to communicate with the turf team’s mechanic and don’t want to be asked “where sid? tell him—” you should bring sid with you to see him. however, if you do bring sid, you will have to watch him and said mechanic do Weird Flirting for a good 30 mins before your question is answered. this is outside of the Weird Flirting they do anyway, all the time. if a day goes by without sid twirling his hair kicking his feet over some shit geno said to him earlier in the day has the day really gone by?

followup turf/clubhouse Flirting (I CANT BELIEVE I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION THEM IYKYK) tyler seguin, Pretty Boy Galore, and his loud, bubbly, and all consuming obsession with quiet doe-eyed turf worker jamie benn. now thats what i call oblivious. “yeah i flirt with jamie all the time but he just thinks its a joke haha he couldnt want me i know that like have you seen him?” “yeah tyler flirts with me but he’s just joking he doesn’t mean that he could never like me like that have you seen him?” and all that good good shit… tyler sees jamie take off his shirt once because it got soaked and loses his mind.

jack hughes (brother of turf guys luke and quinn) absolutely has the biggest crush on his coworker, fellow clubhouse worker nico hischier. once nico got wet in the rain and soaked through his white work shirt and jack almost lost his fucking mind. absolutely twirling his hair kicking his feet.

both pairs of bruins that i like (bergeron/marchand and swayman/ullmark) are fun little golf tandems. me when i get a hole in one and hug and twirl around a kiss my golf partner. what if we kissed in the front seat of a golf cart. and all that.

finally… honourable mention to john tavares (golfer, has his own labelled golf cart at a course in toronto… love that for you king….) kris letang (turf) and marc-andré fleury (clubhouse) who get to listen to sid moan and groan about geno, and self jarvis (turf) who is completely out of place among the other teams included in this au but i love him so hes here lmfaoo

anyway. yeah. i have LOTS of ideas about this au if you couldnt tell and anon i am SO happy you asked abt it… sorry it took me a few days i have to write like most days for school this semester and its leaving me Very Little time to do anything but reblog posts and draw matty and woller. MATTY AND WOLLER. oh my god i cant believe i almost forgot them uhhh…..

matthew knies and joseph woll are….. both turf workers maybe… yeah. call that lets talk while filling divots on the course or raking bunkers. what if we kissed in the rain while shovelling dirt and seed mix into small holes over and over again. Them

OK IM DONE FR NOW. thank you so much sorry there are no visuals i have written this mostly in class now but if you want to know more or if you want me to elaborate on a specific dynamic (or add some people, because god knows these are just the guys i know/like) or want visuals for anything i can 100% provide, might just take a bit again haha… ilysm anon you made my week

[fiapartridge]

Does Will ever snap at Gabe to try to get him to realise how Daisy feels he prefers his other family members?

oh totally

sometimes gabe tells her everything he did with their others brothers or lili or even their parents when they hung out & she barely ever hangs out with her siblings (sometimes lili but she’s usually busy) or parents so it makes her sad that her other siblings have that close relationship with each other and their parents when she doesn’t

this time he was telling her that yanic took gabe and their siblings to this outdoor rink to work on drills. “it was so much fun. jacob kept eating shit on the snow, lil couldn’t stop screaming at jeremy to pass her the fucking puck, and dad was yelling at me to get jacob out of the fuckin’ snow,” he laughs, not watching as daisy physically recoils into herself.

will can tell when she’s getting upset like she’ll stop talking or she’ll pick at her food or she’ll be holding will’s hand and starts to let go of it so she can stuff her hands in her pockets — like her whole demeanor shifts & gabe can’t even tell

will would pull gabe aside and tell him to knock it off & tell him how daisy feels because he knows sure as hell that daisy won’t tell gabe herself. she hates feeling like a burden

after their handout, will told him off in their apartment after dropping daisy off at her dorm. he was so annoyed by him. “what was that, gabe?”

gabe shrugged, not realizing what he had done wrong. “what was what?”

“that. you know dais doesn’t have that relationship with them. you don’t have to rub it in.”

“i wasn’t rubbing anything in. i was just telling her what happened.” gabe still had no clue what was happening. he rubbed his eyebrows, one hand on his hip, stressed and trying to figure out why will was getting so pissed off.

“dude, she doesn’t play hockey. she can’t relate to half of the things that comes out of your guys’ mouths. do you ever think about her?” he furrowed his brows. “and how she might feel left out in all of this?”

“she never said anything-“

“and she’s never going to. that’s just how she is. you know her, gabe. you’ve known her for the past 18 years. just knock it off, okay?”

gabe nodded, slipping his jacket back on and grabbing his keys from his desk. will already knew where he was off to— he was gonna go apologize to daisy

[mac-lilly]

BTTMW4 recap

Well, here we go ...

General

As most of you heard, last year's con, BTTMW2, with 14 guests was a fucked-up fiasco. This one ... wasn't anywhere near as bad.

(Though, tbf, there was no way for a con to be worse than last year's edition. Even the DI staff said that.)

There was better communication and fewer delays. And the cast didn't look like they were about to keel over any second.

There were even actual JATP panels! On both days! With all of the cast being present! All the time! And they actually got to talk about their show and other projects.

After three years, there wasn't much new information. The cast talking about the props they received (in Owen's case: stole) from the set was the most interesting thing.

Though Charlie talking about how he got sent to community theater bc he kept playing air guitar at his hockey games was so freaking adorable. And it felt so Luke.

The party ... and the "JATP concert"

So, while BTTMW4 was a fantastic experience in general, the party was a huge disappointment.

We already had a bad start. One of my friends is in a wheelchair, and the main access to the room was via a few steps. What kind of genius idea was this, DI?! It took them quite a few minutes to figure out how to get her down to the room. On the way back, I followed her. It was like an escape game.

So, yeah, not the ideal start.

And it didn't get much better. After last year's experience, I stayed away from the food. As cute as it looked, I wasn't keen on getting a Sunset Curve experience again.

Now the "JATP concert"

Well, it wasn't a "JATP concert". It was mostly Madi performing her own music. The closest we got to a JATP concert was her singing along to "Stand Tall" - the song was playing while the cast entered the room.

It was obvious that the guys didn't want to get on stage and sing. That's absolutely understandable. But then DI shouldn't have advertised it as a JATP concert. There were people who paid €220 for this party just to see the JATP concert. I'd be fuming if I had paid for that. (Please, don't get me wrong. Madi has an amazing voice. Unfortunately, her music doesn't do it any justice. And the terrible playback made it worse.)

So, anyway, yeah, not a good concert. The party got slightly better after the concert. Brenna D'Amico saved the party by getting on stage and doing group karaoke with the fans.

Random thoughts and occurrences:

Owen saying that this year was the first time he didn't get a gift for Nikolaus was heartbreaking

Owen with his giant emotional support candy cane - adorkable

The Chowen meeting room was exactly as messed up as a friend and I predicted - two independent conversations in one room: The French fans chatting with Charlie and the rest of us talking to Owen in English. (How the French girls actually understood Charlie's archaic French - no clue. Magic.)

I got nervous when I gave Charlie his ghosties. He squeezed the bag, noticed the content was squishy, and asked if he should keep his dog away from it ... RIP Ghosties - they'll be Koa's snack.

The ones who actually looked into their bags (Sacha, Madi & Owen) said they liked the ghosties.

We got a video message from Kenny, saying he's working on some theatre productions. (I really hope he didn't ditch us bc of Zac's star on the Walk of Fame, though.)

The hotel charged €14 for a footlong sandwich. WTF?! I didn't buy one, but I kinda want to know what was on this sandwich. €14 ... even at overpriced train station shops, I get 3 sandwiches for the same price. The hotel was pretty fancy, though.

Today is Bart Johnson's (Coach Bolton) birthday. At the closing ceremony, right after DI said again that it would be the last con, he got a birthday cake, and he was asked to make a wish. So he said: "BTTMW5"! The faces of the DI bosses were priceless.

Honestly, it looks like DI might cave and do another edition. But who knows.

Fun fact: While my souvenir is COVID, all my friends got influenza. WTF?!

There are probably more things to talk about, but my brain is too foggy to come up with more stuff. So that's what you get for now.

[youcouldmakealife]

LBTE: Jared (147-148)

In which Bryce and Jared fight, make up, and learn about the 'Bryce and Jared are being gross again' group chat. Also a relationship is brewing in the background.

If you want to follow along, the series page is here.

147. Coddled

If Jared suggests a walk Bryce scoffs like he’s being ridiculous. A drive? A date? Hanging out with Gabe and Stephen? Absurd. He doesn’t even want to hang out with Dmitry, which is not something Jared thought he’d ever be trying to force on him. He doesn’t want to watch a movie, or TV. He doesn’t want to eat Jared’s cooking, or go for dinner, or grab takeout, or get something delivered.

And it’s not just that he doesn’t want to do things: he doesn’t want Jared to do things either, with or without Bryce. If Jared hangs out with Gabe and/or Stephen, Bryce looks hurt, even though he’s been invited every time. If Jared goes for a walk he returns to a betrayed face. If Jared goes to work out Bryce looks like Jared kicked him in the teeth.

Bryce has firmly hit the ‘I don’t want to be cheered up and I don’t to have fun and cheery people who have fun are offensive to me’ stage of recovery.

And Jared doesn’t want Bryce going in on his own, not because he’s scared of doctors or anything, just because he mutely accepts whatever’s said, doesn’t advocate for himself, doesn’t even seem like he was there sometimes, for all the information he has after.

Bryce is very ‘nod nod nod’ with doctors. Jared is ‘ask questions and take notes’ with doctors.

And now Elaine goes with Bryce to his appointments. Jared texts her questions to ask the doctors, and she asks all of them and writes down the answers for him.

Elaine is a natural ‘nod nod nod’ herself, but Jared asked her for help, so.

Before he was told he needed surgery, Bryce was stoic. All ‘I’m fine’, ‘it’s fine’, ‘I can’t believe they’re making such a big deal about this, I’ve played through this shit before’. As soon as he was told he wasn’t playing hockey without surgery he crumpled into the miserable ball he is right now, but before that? Jared didn’t have a clue how bad it was, and Bryce didn’t seem to either. That, or he was very good at pretending.

He was definitely downplaying it, but he didn’t know how bad it was either. The key there is ‘I’ve played through this shit before’.

He does, however, ask how Bryce is feeling and whether he’s in pain and if he needs help with anything so frequently that it’s clearly annoying, though frankly everything seems to be annoying to Bryce right now. Which: fine. Good. Turnabout is fair play, they can annoy each other until they die.

~Romance.

“Hi Jared,” Elaine says brightly.

“I hate your son,” Jared says.

“He in the ‘sulking room’?” Elaine asks, still smiling. Jared can hear the quotes. Elaine’s heart is too pure to call it that herself, other than echoing Jared’s occasional — semi-frequent — rants. She’s a good listener. And understands. And doesn’t stomp to the sulking room in a snit fit.

Elaine is the most patient person alive. With both of them.

Elaine is allowed in the sulking room, which is bullshit.

That is because the sulking room is mostly the ‘be cranky without Jared getting cranky about me being cranky’ room at this stage. Bryce isn’t big on solitude, generally. But Jared keeps suggesting activities, and offering things, and telling him he’s the most annoying person alive, when Bryce just wants to sulk. (the sulking room is not an inaccurate name)

And he's stuck with that exasperating, dramatic sulking child of a —

"Please, Jared," Bryce says, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me how you really feel about me.”

A dramatic sulking child of a husband who uses his own tactics against him. That's fucking bullshit. Sarcasm is not Bryce's thing. It's Jared's thing. Bryce can't just take his things.

They’re both intolerable.

"You're both intolerable," Stephen says

Stephen’s with me.

“Gabe doesn’t like confrontation,” Stephen says, in a way that makes it clear he considers that a flaw.

“Neither do you,” Gabe says. “You literally got on multiple planes—"

Stephen is very much on the flight side of fight or flight. Literally, in that case.

“Who’s fighting?” Gabe says. “Well. Other than the obvious.”

His gesture encompasses Jared and an empty seat at the table beside him. Bryce has locked himself in the bathroom, Jared’s pretty sure.

As is Bryce.

“And I think you’re done with the wine now,” Gabe says, emptying the bottle in Stephen’s glass before going to the kitchen. He takes Jared’s half-full glass of wine with him. Jared doesn’t protest.

Gabe is partly saying this because Jared is about to burst into tears, and alcohol won’t help the situation, but mostly this was because Stephen gave him raised eyebrows that Gabe correctly interpreted as ‘give us a minute?’.

“It’s the helplessness that fucks you up,” Stephen says, serious now. “The pain, the uncertainty, the betrayal of your body, the fucking sympathy, everyone tiptoeing around you like you’re about to explode, those are all awful. But it’s the helplessness. Well. And the itching.”

The itching isn’t so bad for Bryce, as he doesn’t have a cast, nor as much healing skin, but the rest is pretty accurate.

“Stop doing shit for him,” Stephen says. “Seriously. He doesn’t want it, and he doesn’t need it, and the sooner you stop, the better things are going to go for the next few months.”

“I’m not—“ Jared says.

“He can serve himself salad with one hand,” Stephen says. “You can do a lot with one hand. Let him ask if he needs you to help him. Stop assuming he does. And stop mistaking him taking awhile with things for him needing you to take over. He already feels helpless enough without you acting like you think so too.”

Jared also feels helpless. Also once again, Stephen giving Jared the advice he needs, phrased in a way that Jared will actually listen to, because they are very similar. (Sometimes so similar it makes Gabe vaguely uneasy, but mostly it means he's very fond of Jared. Also kind of protective of him.)

“I didn’t—“ Jared says.

“You did,” Stephen says. “And just from experience? It’s the most aggravating thing in the world. Other than the itching. Now go get him out of my bathroom.”

“I thought he didn’t need help,” Jared says.

“I’m sure he can manage the door knob,” Stephen says. “But that boy has a flair for the dramatic, and we will need our bathroom back eventually.”

“You have another bathroom,” Jared says.

“I don’t like the soap in that one,” Stephen says. “Stop stalling.”

Don’t think you can fool Stephen with your ‘stalling via argumentation’ tactics. He’s used that tactic far too many times for it to work on him.

“Guys,” Stephen says. “I really do hate the soap upstairs.”

Bryce snorts wetly into Jared’s shoulder. Jared kisses the top of his head.

“And fucking in our bathroom is a good way to completely destroy your recovery timeline,” Stephen says. “For the record. I’m not rushing them, Gabe, they’ve been in there for an hour. It’s our bathroom.”

It’s thick. Why is the upstairs soap THICK. That is not the right kind of texture for soap.

There wasn’t any fucking, but there was a lot of hugging and a few tears. Mostly from Bryce, but not solely.

“Ready to go out?” Jared asks.

“Only if Stephen doesn’t make fun of me,” Bryce says.

“Good luck with that,” Jared says, and when Bryce tilts his head up, he kisses his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth, tipped into a smile for what feels like the first time in forever.

*

Stephen doesn’t make fun of Bryce once. It’s a genuine miracle.

Stephen has a LOT of sympathy for Bryce right now. (And a fair amount for Jared too. He knows he was hard to be around during his recovery, for all Gabe would argue if he said as much.)

“Sixteen weeks is the best case scenario,” Elaine says when Jared calls, like she’s psychic. Or more likely she’s well aware what mood Bryce is in right now, since she was at the appointment with him, knew Bryce wasn’t in shape to be telling Jared shit.

“From the surgery date or—“ Jared says, then winces when Elaine makes a negative noise. He knew it was a long road from shoulder surgery, one of the longest there is, knew there was a reason players put it off if it wasn’t the only feasible course of action, but he’d thought Bryce would be on the lower end of it like the overachiever he is, had this dumb thought that the docs would be like, ‘wow, what a great job healing so far, Bryce, let’s cut the normal recovery estimate in half.’

Shoulder surgery falls behind hip surgery and like, broken femur, but not much else, as far as recovery timelines go in hockey.

You can’t rush back from that one. Can’t take faceoffs, can’t shoot a puck, can’t really properly carry your stick, let alone cross-check, slash or hook someone (I know those are penalties, but, you know ~also not, depending on how the refs are feeling/how many penalties each team has taken/the score.)

Also Jared unconsciously thinking Bryce is so great he’ll heal like Wolverine is very sweet.

“That’s the best case scenario,” Elaine says. “Most likely he won’t be in the roster until early March. Worst case scenario, he’ll miss the season. They say he should be ready for the postseason, but—”

Early March is almost dead on when Bryce got activated off LTIR.

Bryce’s shoulders shake, and Jared wonders, absurdly, if crying’s like, allowed in the rehabilitation plan.

But seriously though.

“You really thought I could like, push through surgery timetables?” Bryce says.

“I mean,” Jared says. It sounds stupid when Bryce says it like that, like a ridiculous hope. Which Jared guesses it was. “You’re very determined.”

Seriously. Very sweet.

“I know,” Jared says. “Is there — I know you don’t need help, but is there anything — can I do anything?”

“Just stay here?” Bryce says.

“Yeah,” Jared says, lacing their fingers. “I can do that.”

“Thanks,” Bryce says, and they have a good sulk in the sulking room together.

Their first co-sulk, but not their last.

Also look at you following Stephen’s advice!

148. Ventilation

Things slowly work themselves out. Jared didn’t realise he was expecting that, but he must have been, because it feels more like ‘of course things work out’, instead of ‘thank fuck things work out’, though he is grateful.

This is an Upper Case series, after all.

There’s another Canuck there, and Jared doesn’t know Brayden very well — he’s very much a Brayden — but it’s some familiarity, at least.

Jared continuing with his unreasonable anti-Braden/Brayden/Braeden (etc) sentiment.

Maybe he just missed getting out of the apartment, and anything would be a relief after sitting around listening to Bryce complain. He certainly never liked traffic before now. Well, he still doesn’t, but even the commute doesn’t really bother him, gives him a chance to sort through his head, shit that’s gotten tangled with the stress and constant Bryce exposure. Jared missed — himself, he guesses.

Jared is very much an introvert, and Bryce is one of the very few people who doesn’t actively drain his energy, but he still needs solitude to recharge. Which was a pretty easy thing to do when they were long-distance, and even living and playing together, but not so much when Bryce barely leaves the house except to see his doctors or his physiotherapist.

that’s way better than when they were limited to, like, ‘hey what did you think of the movie we just zoned out in front of’ or ‘what do you feel like for dinner? nothing, huh? don’t know why I bothered asking’ or ‘were you sulking again, or just napping?’.

The important questions.

Dmitry’s finally bugged Bryce into visiting. Jared’s been assured the Kurmazov children have been told to keep their hands to themselves. He’s sure they don’t, but Bryce somehow survives the affection of small children anyway. This time, at least.

They absolutely do not keep their hands to themselves, but they are actually touchingly gentle with him. Dmitry and Oksana are raising two good kids.

And if discussions with the docs went in one ear and out the other with Bryce, basically the opposite seems to happen with his physiotherapist. Jared would genuinely not be surprised if he found out Bryce’s new monologues are recited verbatim from his sessions. Jared's learning more about anatomy than he did in bio.

Hyperfocus is an incredible thing.

"No," Jared says. Not on purpose. But yes. "Um. Trapezius? Right? You were talking about—"

"You just named the first muscle you could think of," Bryce accuses him.

It was supraspinatus, which sounds NOTHING LIKE TRAPEZIUS, JARED.

it's great seeing Bryce happy about anything. He gets all enthusiastic about it, face lit up, so Jared finds himself getting distracted, missing the what Bryce is saying because he's busy watching Bryce's face, so animated by the subject, probably wearing a soppy as fuck expression as he does.

It is so fucking soppy.

I think I've become Bryce. Jared texts Julius while Bryce is on the phone with his mom, giving her the physio play-by-play. Anyone else Jared could text would just 'aww' and not appreciate the very mixed feelings Jared has right now. Or would say ‘eww’ but is a Matheson and therefore not an option.

Why must you make Julius listen to this. He does not want to know.

Does Bryce do that? Like, all the time? Does he just look at Jared's face and think thoughts that fond and mushy on a regular basis? Is that Bryce’s life?

Yes.

How dare he look at Jared like that. Has he met Jared? Jared isn’t endearing.

You have your moments.

I found myself staring at him like he was like idk the moon while he told me about his physio. Like the fucking heart eyes emoji. Some soppy shit.

gross Julius says.

I know. Jared replies. It's disgusting.

I'm not talking to you any more Julius says.

Jared does not blame him.

At least Julius can be honest about how little he wants to know about this without Jared taking any offence whatsoever (he too kind of wishes he didn’t know)

Jared’s car should probably stop chilling in his parents’ driveway eventually. Not that they need two cars right now, since Bryce isn’t allowed to drive, but mom’s threatening to invoke ‘finders keepers’, and Jared’s only 90% sure she’s kidding.

She would never, as that’s theft. She might get it towed, though. Her and Don have been swapping who has to deal with street parking, and it’s gotten old.

Erin’s up in Edmonton staying with a university friend

lol

dad uses Erin’s absence as an excuse to make absolutely everything she doesn’t like eating — AKA vegetables — most of which he pulls off with aplomb.

They only eat seafood when Jared’s absent, as well as recipes Don knows aren’t in Jared’s nutrition plan. Don’s biggest thing with cooking is other people enjoying the food, and planning ahead so he’s preparing a meal that everyone at the table can enjoy is honestly one of his favourite aspects of cooking. All Mathesons like planning. Even when they sometimes forget their plans due to hot headedness.

Everything has to be done exactly so, or it’s all going to fail, according to dad. And Jared’s with him when it comes to taking stuff out of the oven in time and shit, but weighing butter to make sure each stick was the same weight? Jared thinks that was maybe a step too far. Presumably they do all that at the butter factory.

You know Jared repeatedly said that last bit while Don scowled at him.

Dad gives him a plate of snacks to take out, tells him not to ruin his appetite — Jared is getting mixed signals here — and then Jared’s freed from the kitchen.

Share your snacks with your mom, Jared, that’s what it means.

“He’s a tyrant,” Jared says.

“I’ve stopped making anything but coffee and toast,” his mom says, nudging the plate of snacks closer to her. If she thinks she’s being subtle about it, she’s not.

She knows Don intended half those snacks for her, why should she be sneaky about it? Also Susan’s not going to lie: she doesn’t miss cooking whatsoever. Living the high life now.

“I can walk out of the room,” she says, like she’d leave the snacks.

Well, Jared guesses she could take the snacks with her. Or get more snacks. Dad would oblige, he’s sure, especially if she told him it was to mess with Jared.

They are a team. Especially when teamwork involves annoying their children.

Jared chews on ‘seeing him happy after he hasn’t been is like being repeatedly punched in the throat, but like, in a mostly good way, but also bad, you know?’. It’s too embarrassing to say.

You two are so gross. I love you.

Jared goes up to his old room, flips through a few pages of the old Flames calendar so he can grin at Bryce’s goofy game face.

GROSS. (ilu)

Bryce’s recitation of physio probably takes as long as physio did. Jared doesn’t mind, though when he comes downstairs his parents seem unimpressed, probably because dinner was supposed to be at least half an hour ago.

Probably. Also because, well…

did you seriously ghost your parents for two hours to talk to Bryce? Chaz has said in the group chat when Jared takes a break. shaaaame.

That.

Stop talking to Erin immediately. Jared replies.

lol Chaz replies.

lmao Ashley adds.

we’re not bj you can’t boss us around Chaz replies.

I don’t boss him around, Jared replies, and in response four people send four varieties of laughter at him. Raf keeps it simple with the crying laughing. Everyone else’s a little more elaborate. Jared would like to note that Bryce doesn’t laugh, because Jared does not boss him around.

Okay, he absolutely bosses him around, but people aren’t supposed to know that.

If you didn’t want them to know, you probably shouldn’t have repeatedly bossed Bryce around in FRONT of them, Jared.

“Are you in the group chat?” Jared asks. “Is everyone in the group chat but me? Do they just need a designated Matheson, and one is as good as the other?”

“Babe,” Bryce mumbles. “I’m trying to sleep.”

“I’m not stopping you,” Jared says.

Jared drove most of the way to Vancouver the previous day. Slept in a hotel. Woke up at the crack of dawn, drove the rest of the way. Got home. Stomped around. Huffed when it didn't wake Bryce. Sat on the end of the bed and stared until Bryce woke up. Loudly asked him if he was in the group chat. Then unironically said he wasn’t stopping Bryce from sleeping.

Jared looks away. “Whatever, it’s late. I’ve been up for hours. And I’ve been away for days, I thought you might be happy to see me. No ‘welcome home, babe’?”

It’s eight in the morning. Bryce went to bed past two after accidentally binging a show Jared would complain about incessantly about if forced to watch with him. Why are you doing this to him.

“The groupchat they’re in with Erin is for making fun of us,” Bryce says. “That’s what Ash said. So yeah, no.”

“What,” Jared says.

“Like, if we’re being mushy or something,” Bryce says. “They complain to each other.”

It’s less complaining and more commiserating. The group came together at Bryce and Jared’s wedding, when after the parents went to bed, and Bryce and Jared left (to fuck, which everyone decided to collectively ignore except Chaz ‘wolf whistle’ Rossi), they swapped ‘my poor eyes had to witness _____’ in which every example was mushy as fuck.

They made the group chat so they could keep each other updated with stuff like ‘Bryce has been gazing at Jared for five minutes straight, I don’t think he’s blinked once’ and, you know, ‘My mom just texted me to say Jared’s been on the phone with Bryce for two hours. They were supposed to eat half an hour ago’.

“Rude,” Jared says. “We’re not mushy.”

“J,” Bryce says.

Bryce will not let Jared live a lie.

“You don’t have a group chat with Erin, right?” Jared says.

“Um,” Bryce says. “Is two people a group chat?”

“No, that’s just texting,” Jared says.

Oh good because no fucking way is Bryce going to stop talking to Erin. That’s his sister.

“Then no,” Bryce says. “This is like Chaz and Raf knowing each other outside of you all over again, isn’t it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Jared says.

“Okay,” Bryce says, then wanders to the bathroom, stopping to kiss the top of Jared’s head on the way.

Wearing a soppy look the whole time.

“But seriously,” Jared says.

“I can’t hear you over the water,” Bryce yells. He doesn’t need to yell: they’ve got some fancy gentle rain shower shit, it’s not exactly loud.

Jared. Let the poor sleepy man shower.

“Nothing,” Jared says, and thumbs open a reply from his mom.

No I will not tell Erin to get her own friends.

You are absolutely ridiculous.

Man tattled to MOM.

“Useless,” Jared mutters.

“What?” Bryce yells.

“Nothing!” Jared says.

Bryce opens the shower door. “Are you muttering mean shit?”

“No,” Jared says, then, when Bryce looks doubtful, “Not about you.”

You were using your muttering mean shit voice, you think he doesn’t recognise that at this point? Even over the water?

[harrywavycurly]

Hey Sarah can we get like just random little conversation between Eddie and the reader?

Hiii babes! So wasn’t sure if you wanted a text conversation or not so I kinda gave you a list of random conversations the two of you have had! Enjoy💖

*if you want random texts I can do that as well just let me know lol*

“When’s the last time you washed your vest? And don’t lie because I just hugged you.” “It’s been a few days…or weeks? Is it that bad?”

“Sweetheart have you seen my sweat-” “sweatshirt? Nope haven’t seen it. Have no clue where it’s at and before you ask, no this isn’t yours it just looks a lot like yours but it’s totally mine.”

“I’m not trying to argue with you Princess but you’re wrong.” “I’m not wrong? Nightmare on Elm Street isn’t the greatest horror movie it’s good but the greatest? Absolutely not. You just like the weird shit Freddy says.”

“Don’t bother coming in here if you don’t have food.” “Baby you’re in the bath why…why would you need food?”

“Why are you reading about vampire sex when you have an actual fiancé you can have sexy time with?” “Because you just called it sexy time. Now excuse me I have two more chapters left, do you mind?” “Sexy time when you’re done then?” “Call it sexy time one more time Munson and you’re getting locked out of the bedroom.”

“Freddy told me you left him outside after your walk around the neighborhood this morning.” “What? I’d never. I’m an excellent cat dad.” “So why was he on the porch when I got home from work today?” “Oh fuck…”

“Did you eat the last brownie?” “I’d never disrespect you like that princess. It was Wayne.” “Oh did he like it? I should make him some this weekend.” “So if Wayne eats the last brownie it’s fine but if I eat it then I have to sleep on the couch? What the hell?” “Yeah because you know better. Wayne is a guest. Duh.”

“Baby someone keeps stealing our pumpkin off our steps.” “I bet it’s those damn asshole kids who live behind us.” “If they do it again I’m gonna go tell them something.” “I don’t know Eddie, if you go over and tell them something I’m gonna have to go as your backup aren’t I?” “Well yeah…I talk the shit you like…bring the heat. That’s how we roll.”

“Did you tell Robin you can dress how you want because you have a fiancé that can fight?” “I mean yes. You’ve gotten in more fights than anyone else I know Princess.” “Is this about you wearing crop tops? I will fully punch someone in the face if they say anything about you in them.” “See! That’s my baby! Ready to fight for me.” “You’re so annoying.”

“Why does Jason wear a hockey mask?” “Why are you asking me baby? I might love the horror genre but I didn’t write the movies.” “Come closer so I can smack you Munson.” “Ohhhh feeling violent tonight are we princess?”

[ijustreallylovethem]

so you know how he have the jack and luke series

what about reader had initially dated trevor or quinn but ends up falling for jack

i don’t remember when the boys started the development team and i’m too lazy to look it up so sorry if the ages are wrong.

in your defense, you were both sixteen and had no clue about relationships. you and trevor had been together for about a month when he sat next to you at the middle of season hockey party. you had been watching jack and cole do something stupid across the room, trevor’s presence barely gaining your attention.

“hey.”

“oh, hey trev.”

“can i ask you something?” you finally tore your gaze from his teammates to look at him.

“what’s up?”

“um, do you like jack?”

“i like all of your friends,” you told him, slightly confused.

“no, i know. i mean like, do you like jack as more than a friend?”

“of course not! trevor, i’m dating you, what are you talking about?” trevor shook his head, ending the conversation.

“nothing, sorry. don’t worry about it.” you both went back to watching coke accidentally smack jack with a stick and then run away, the conversation evidently forgotten. it was a week later that you showed up after their practice, crying.

“trevor, i’m so sorry,” you sobbed silently when he finally caught word of your presence. he pulled you into a tight hug, worried about your words but more focused on comforting you.

“hey, calm down. what’s wrong? what happened?” the other boys had cleared out now, so it was just you and trevor in the hallway.

“do you remember last week when you asked me about jack?” trevor nodded. “i think you were right.” trevor’s heart broke a little but he didn’t let it show, just nodding again.

“it’s okay, y/n.”

“it’s not! i’m dating you, i should like you! you should be angry that i like him.”

“hey, listen. how many first relationships work out? don’t stay with me if you don’t want to.”

“i’m sorry, trev. i was excited when you asked me out but when i’m around jack, i don’t even know how to describe it.” trevor knew, that’s how he felt around you.

“then you should be with him.”

“what if he doesn’t like me like that?” trevor thought back to two weeks ago when jack had told him about his previously hidden feelings for you, wanting to be completely honest with his best friend.

“you’ll never know if you don’t try, right?” you nodded.

“yeah, i guess.” trevor pressed a kiss to your forehead before pulling away from you.

“still friends?” he asked, backing up toward the locker room. you nodded, and he sent you a smile before turning around and joining the rest of the boys. they weren’t expecting the sad smile on his face, and they definitely weren’t expecting him to walk over to jack and clap him on the shoulder. “she’s all yours, dude. don’t fuck it up.”

[icehot13]

You guys I had a WILD fandom thing happen today

My apprentice and I were talking about hockey fandom (I don't have a clue how this came up at 6 in the morning) and how she read fic, especially two particular teams (NOT our local team! Nowhere near us!)

And I was like, ha ha, I was kind of a popular writer in that fandom so maybe you came across me! If you sort the pairing by hits, I'm on like page 10 of 150, so I was kinda a popular read! My top fic is an amnesia one with a fake marriage!

SHE READ IT TEN YEARS AGO

I cannot believe that I ran into someone just out in the wild who CAME ACROSS MY FIC ALL ON THEIR OWN, AND THAT WE REALIZED IT AT ALL??????? What are the fucking CHANCES?????? I was living in ANOTHER COUNTRY at the time, and I wouldn't meet her for another TEN YEARS. We don't even live in the same COUNTY, we only know each other through work, hockey is a pretty big fandom, there are THREE THOUSAND fics in that pairing alone, what the FUCK are the chances of this.

Anyways if you're reading this, hi and see you at work tomorrow

[pink-car]

a list of the assorted thoughts i wrote down when watching my first hockey game

does anyone need to really know these? nope

- why do i root for my home team honestly

- milano is a fun last name

- they honestly are less smooth with the sticks that i was expecting. the random clacking i’ve experienced in school floor hockey is not,,, not happening. which makes sense because like,,, you’re fighting for the puck but Inchresting

- i wonder if it’s normal to be up by 3 and still in the 1st

- any time they just hit that shit as far as possible in the right direction is quite funny to me and reminds me of my own floor hockey strategy. no clue if that’s what they’re actually doing or if i’m missing a nuance but oh well. i know sometimes it’s to a player just way off but i swear sometimes they’re just smacking that shit

- i should have looked at players’ names before this

- oh i do not know positions. i mean i kinda do. like i can figure some of the names out.

- whatever analysis thing is happening now has a guy with a cool rainbow tie 👍

- “they haven’t looked that great” yeah i’ve noticed but when have i ever cared about that

- hey at least the devils are taking more shots on the goal now. even if it doesn’t result in anything

- leaving the goal as a goalie terrifies me. i could never. i get why you would to an extent but Scary

- oh hey look at us (new jersey) go (scored one (1) point)

- oh wow they even did it again

- not to expose myself as someone that doesn’t watch any sport besides motorsport, but it’s fun and visually stimulating to watch them all move

- oh wow again. that one was funky lmao. lots of scrambling

- my knees could not handle being a goalie

- i like this more than (american) football. i like that its just kinda like,,, “here’s the puck, go off” and not like,, “ah well you’ve formally lost the Sport Item so get fucked”

- though i don’t understand when the like,,, not restart but the like “everyone chill and line up again” thing happens and why

- ah the other hughes

- i forgot penalties would be a thing, huh

- i changed my mind. i do think i actually know the positions fine. i thought they were more complicated than they actually are

- i figured out how the penalty worked

- oh god why is it 9pm already

- i could not name a single famous hockey player now that i’m thinking about it. maybe if you said a name i could he like “oh yeah” but at least most other sports i can name like,, someone famous which i guess in an interesting commentary on the lack of focus on hockey in pop culture. i did watch a hockey movie in ap gov once but i cannot remember Anyone

- okay they just showed a wayne gretzky record thing and that is a name i could have been like “oh yeah” to

- i cannot stop hearing “strome” as “stroll”

- i don’t know if it was a strategy to throw yourself in front of the puck or he just fell but i hope it was a strategy because that’s hilarious

- i’m glad the commetators sound as surprised as i am cause this is such a funky breakdown of “i score all the points this period” back and forth between them lmao

- “last night 16 games” yeah please never do that again (they’re doing it again)

- honestly easier to understand than i thought. which i don’t know why i thought it would be super hard

- i just audibly said “eek” what the fuck is wrong with me

- empty net is such a wild concept. the fact that’s even a thing is hilarious. “what if we just. fucked around. went hard yknow”

- new jersey represent (we lost <3)

- i feel like a martin truex jr fan all over again

bonus from the interviews after:

- the rink is in NEWARK? i mean. it makes sense and i don’t know why i’m surprised but damn

overall interesting experience. would watch another game honestly. i’m trying to be normal though. and not. Extreme. i can’t do any more sports to the extreme my god

[bropunzeling]

Director's commentary, anything from mattdrai soulmate AU (or future snippets!)

hello anon! gosh it's been a while since ive looked at this one; here's the early section where they are in germany and going for a little walk:

Leon harries Matthew until they’re both dressed and ready to go, grabbing a spare key from the table in the hall. The weather outside, once they get there, isn’t too bad; it’s a little brisk, but nothing that either of them can’t handle compared to an Alberta spring. Matthew still looks shivery, though, hands tucked into his sweatshirt pocket and head bowed. [poor bondsick matthew! in all seriousness figuring out how to portray bondsickness was honestly really fun - just being a pathetic lil mess until someone touches you. idk if i ever said so explicitly in the fic/fully committed, but in my head/memory as of now, i think it's one of those things that is not so much caused by physical distance but by emotional distance. they haven't figured out/reconciled their feelings = you get sick. leon leaving was just a triggering event. but the beauty of never saying so explicitly is i can't get it wrong either way lmao.]

“Hey,” Leon says, bumping Matthew with his elbow until Matthew looks up. “You okay?” he asks, feeling like a broken record, but there’s not—what else is he supposed to do? [leon just actively flailing throughout the whole of the 2022 sections was also fun. he's a demonstrative guy but it's hard to be demonstrative when you don't have a clear sense of what either of you want. also, he is not yet willing to internally acknowledge how important matthew is to him, so he's just gonna... kinda suck at it.]

“Yeah,” Matthew says flatly. There’s big purple circles under his eyes. It makes Leon think again about how badly Matthew’s taking it, much worse than how Leon’s doing. Sure, he supposes he didn’t feel great for the twenty hours they were separated by an ocean, but he also didn’t look like he’d been run over by a zamboni. [bc you are not in emotional turmoil my guy]

Leon knows, at this point, that he should know better, but he’s still not sure how exactly all of this works. Bond-sickness is a thing from romance novels and weepy made-for-TV movies, not for a couple of hockey players who are regularly a continent apart. [again because it's an emotional thing, and leon isnt ready to clue into the emotional aspects of their relationship - purposefully oblivious] Leon leaving shouldn’t have done anything, he’s pretty sure. What difference would the Atlantic make, compared to North America? [bc you ~left~ him/aren't easily accessible anymore!]

Besides, in every depiction of bond-sickness he’s seen—which was mostly the one movie Kim watched on repeat when she was thirteen, some weepfest based on a Nicholas Sparks novel that Leon got so sick of he threatened to snap the DVD in half [my favorite thing about writing aus is figuring out alternate media for aus. i love a shitty reality tv concept. i love a bad romance novel. i love an ed sheeran ballad. it's the most fun part and also is such an easy way to add color and a sense of heft to your world building.]—it always happens to both sides of the bond. He’s pretty sure that if Matthew’s sick, he should be too, or else neither of them should be. [more hinting at one-sidedness] Which—that’s something he’s not sure he wants to interrogate too closely.

“Here,” Leon says finally, pulling at Matthew’s arm until he finally manages to get at Matthew’s hand. “Let me just—”

The second his fingers wrap around Matthew’s, Leon has a sensation of realignment, like one of his joints has eased back into place. Matthew starts to look more alive, color returning to his face as he sighs with relief. It’s kind of fucked up, how much touching makes things better, but it’s kind of cool, too, that this is all it takes. [one of my fave lines! (a) i think that would be the appeal of a thing like a bond to me, that you can make each other feel better and (b) i like it as an unconscious acknowledgement on leon's part that he wants matthew to feel better. he gives a shit! it isn't really platonic anymore even if he can't see that or admit it]

“This okay?” Leon asks, darting a glance at Matthew before looking down the street.

“Yeah,” Matthew says, fingers squeezing once. “I mean—if you don’t mind.”

“Whatever will help,” Leon says, more sincerely than he means to.

Leon started their walk without any destination in mind, but it isn’t far from his parents’ new house to the west bank of the Rhine. Once they get to the river, they stop, looking out at the Rodenkirchen bridge, huge and coppery green; the trees dotting the riverbank on the opposite side; the water reflecting the bridge as it flows north. There are ducklings following their parents down through the current, people walking past with dogs and strollers or only themselves. It’s peaceful to be around other people, to hear pieces of their conversation and the rush of the river and Matthew’s steps in time with his own. [i never made it to cologne but it looks really gorgeous in pictures! love a big bridge by the river. fixes me every time]

He wonders what it’s like for Matthew, somewhere unfamiliar, where not even the background noise is the same. [there's a thing about this that like, is tricky to articulate but i'll do my best lol - when they were both in alberta, they were both far from/couldn't always go home, which is a theme i find compelling (see marriage bets) but leon is obviously more separated. and during the 2022 sections of the fic, it was fun to explore matthew as the one far from home, in an unfamiliar environment, with leon as the one fixed point. idk! it's a fun theme.]

“Want to go farther?” he offers, tugging their hands towards the river. “Not too bad right now.”

Matthew nods, fingers tightening around Leon’s. “Sure,” he says. “If you want to.”

“Yeah,” Leon says. Now that he’s looking at Matthew, it’s like he’s gotten stuck, gaze snagged on Matthew’s eyes, as clear and blue as the spring sky. [ur in love with him. hope that helps.] He has to blink hard before he can look away, back to the tree-lined path and the river ahead. “Yeah, I want to.”

They spend another half an hour walking down the river and back, until it’s too cold to continue. [i just love a romantic walk!] Then they turn down into the neighborhood, wandering streets that should be more familiar to Leon than they are. [another bit of that far from home theme; what even is home in the first place if you've spent your adult life somewhere else?] Eventually they find a café and Leon gets them coffee, more to warm their hands more than anything else. Matthew stumbles through a “Danke schön” when he takes his.

“Did you practice or something?” Leon asks, raising his eyebrows.

The tips of Matthew’s ears flush, [he has been practicing for at minimum six months and at least a year. maybe started during those summer calls. he has an irrational hatred for the duolingo owl] and he takes a long sip of coffee. Leon decides not to push. It’s just—unexpected, is all.

Eventually they find their way back to the right street. Matthew’s shivering again. Leon should’ve given him one of his heavier jackets; they’re close enough to the same size. [them being the same build is important and sexy to me] He’ll remember next time.

“You good?” he asks again.

Matthew nods, takes another sip of coffee. “This is strong,” he says, narrowing his eyes.

“I’ve been telling you, your coffee is shit,” Leon says easily, accepting the misdirection. [european coffee just is better. alas.]

“Just because you’re a snob,” Matthew retorts, and they’re back to not quite normal, but closer. When Matthew nearly shoves him off the sidewalk mid-argument, it’s practically a relief. [they will always be a little bit butting heads but in a fun flirty way :)]