#is mitch a teammate of all time. has to be asked.

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oh they're so sweet

[cuteandhughesy]

Shatter Me With Your Touch ╰┈➤ AS41

summary: your older brother mitch marner has only ever asked for one thing: never, under any circumstances, hook up with one of his teammates. and you're going strong....right until anthony stolarz shows up. (the 3 times you and anthony push the limits of your secret relationship, and the 1 time it bites you in the ass).

[word count] 4.7k

warnings: NSFW! slight age gap | marner!reader | secret relationship | brothers teammate | drinking | swearing | kissing | sexual acts | smut | p in v intercourse | getting caught | mature themes and dialogue | view at your own discretion

a/n: this is purely stemmed of this blurb—and you will be seeing the same scene in this story. I just knew I had to further explore this story line and share this cute and love story! plus there’s never enough stoly!

see my other brothers teammate 3 + 1 series here

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one

your brother mitch marner has always been protective. like the kind of stereotypical protective that makes you want to rip your hair right out of your scalp, and gauge your eyes out anytime you're at the family dinner table and he starts asking your boyfriend a million questions—questions that are nothing but patronizing. honestly, protective doesn't do it justice, unreasonably overprotective is a much better fit.

you're his younger sister, two years younger than him to be exact, and because of that age gap, mitch has always felt the need to look out for you and your feelings—especially when it comes to dating.

and it's not for no reason, because you? you've always been the kind of person who would give the shirt off your back if someone else was cold, and the kind of girl who would think bare minimum behaviour was god sent. you are almost too kind and forgiving. maybe even a little naive.

from a young age, mitch saw the way people took advantage of you and your kindness, and felt that it was his responsibility to keep you safe and out of harms way. when you started highschool—and begun dating and going out—mitch's protectiveness only got worse. no boy was good enough, even when they were. your brother would drive boys away with menacing looks, and what he called 'stern talkings'—which are also known as straight up threats.

high on changing hormones and left feeling trapped, it didn't take long into your junior year of highschool for you to break. you sat both your brothers down—because yes, they were both ridiculously protective—and begged for them to chill the fuck out. you yelled and cried and practically shook their shoulders until they agreed to relax.

christopher was never really the problem, so he backed off instantly. mitch though? he took a little bit of extra convincing. after you got to your knees and pleaded, he had sighed lowly, meeting your eyes before reluctantly nodding. but before you got too excited, mitch had said—"under one circumstance."

and that circumstance? you will never, under any circumstance, date his friends, and you certainly will never date his teammates. obviously, with this new found feeling of freedom and independence that came with mitch’s compliance, told your brother that he'd never have to worry about that.

and for years, everything was going according to plan. your and mitch's relationship grew into a friendship now that he felt he no longer needed to constantly hover over you, and you kept your dating pool out of mitch's circle of friends. it wasn't difficult considering most of mitch's friends where your friends, and you didn't see them in that way. and then when mitch started getting more serious about hockey, he barley went out or had his teammates over at the house—so you never had the chance to met them, never mind get to know them.

you can remember steph, all bleach blonde hair and bubbly grin, would beg for you to join her at the games. small hands pulling and tugging at your arm like an over excited kid in a toy store. but you weren't really interested at that point in your life. you were still a few years younger than them and with your last year of high school being so busy, frankly, you didn't the have time to sit at a cold arena for three hours.

"maybe you'll find a guy," steph used to tease, winking at you discreetly in the dim light of the family living room.

you always responded the same way, "im not into hockey players."

when mitch made it to the nhl, that's when you started going to games more often. your schedule was less hectic and more open, and you always jumped at the chance to spend time away from dorm rooms and frat guys. plus, you got to drink beers that mitch was paying for, and chat with steph about school and boys without the prying ears of your brothers or your parents.

as the years passed, and you and mitch got older, his dating rule or protectiveness over you never wavered. sure, he wasn't as intense as he once was—keeping his cool like you asked him too—but mitch never truly changed. he just became better at hiding it. and now with his life in the spotlight, your brother truly just wanted to keep you safe. from the media of course, but especially from the new group of sleazy guys that are coming in and out of toronto.

much to his relief, you never planned on rebuking mitch's dating rule. you had a job, and aspirations and went out with your own friends and found guys on your own accord. hockey players were long gone in your mind.

but then, anthony stolarz waltzed into toronto with a summer tan and a perfect smile and completely turned your world inside out. anthony is older than you, 6 years older than you to be precise—he's mature, but doesn't take himself too seriously. he's outgoing and sweet and fucking huge. seriously, he could crush your head with his bicep. anthony had introduced himself to you with a playful and intriguing gleam, and it instantly had you feeling…things.

anytime after that, if you were in anthony's presence, you automatically became flustered. it doesn't help that he always chose to sit next to you, and talk lowly to you, and smile at you from across the room. anthony's had all those new faces and teammates to spend time with, and yet he only seemed interested in spending time with you.

and steph? she knew you like him. your sister-in-law is your number one supporter but also your biggest enemy, you swear. anytime mitch or someone else in a room would mention anthony's name, or she would spot you and the net-minder within five feet of one other, steph was wiggling her brows at you and grinning like the devil.

and it's fine, you thought. it's just a stupid crush on a new, older man. you'd get over it. it's not reciprocated. that flurry of feelings you grew for anthony would soon blow over and you won't have to walk on eggshells around mitch anymore—too afraid that if you breathed the wrong way, your brother would find out about your embarrassing crush.

expect it was totally reciprocated, and after too many glasses of wine and access to a private bathroom at some fancy toronto bar after an important win, you and anthony snuck off—giggling like tipsy kids in between kisses and breathless moans as anthony's length slide through your gummy, arousal coated walls.

just when you thought it would be a one time thing—a one night stand that helped get your feelings for anthony out of your system—it happened again in a supply closet during a marner foundation event. and then again in anthony's car after you two went to dinner as 'just friends'. and then again in your apartment, and then his and before you realize it, you are having sex every other night.

and kissing and laughing and ordering in your favourite take out and watching movies together.

in the blink of an eye, anthony stolarz is your secret, older boyfriend.

in the first few months, you're both really good at keeping your relationship under wraps. you set struck rules for yourselves—like standing at separate ends of rooms, no longing stares in each others direction, no dates in public, and certainly no sneaky displays of affection in places where someone could see.

but as you fall more and more in love, it's harder to hold back, resulting in more than risky situations that might as well have you begging to get caught.

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the chatter flows around you, warm and breezy, the contagious laughter of william nylander and rumbling voice of john tavares familiar sounds where they cut through the chimes of utensils on plates.

your dinner sits in front of you, mostly untouched, but not for a lack of hunger. in fact—you're starving, maybe just not for food. because with anthony beside you, looking extra large and delicious in comparison to the dining room chair he's sitting on—a dining room chair that isn't that small...he's just that big—it’s hard to focus on anything but him.

casually, you stab some of the mini roasted potato's with your fork, keeping your eyes trained on aryne tavares and jake mccabe’s wife on the other side of the table��the latter of the two women talking about some new palates class she's started.

everyone is either listening to her, and if not her, a different conversation that’s happening along the stretch of the tavares’ dining room table. without looking away from the girls, your free hand leaves your own lap, and ever so gentley—as if not to startle him— it finds anthony's knee.

you scratch along the taut muscles underneath his jeans soothingly. teasingly. each pass of your fingers climbing higher up his leg.

and anthony knows what you're doing. he's all too familiar with it. he fights off a smirk and the urge to look over at you, clearing his throat quietly before taking a large gulp of water. you’ve got him all hot and bothered and he’s definitely getting hard in his pants.

you catch the movement out of the corner of your eye and a grin grows across your face. flattening your hand on the top of his thigh, you let your pinky finger brush over his bulge like the little shit you are.

that makes anthony choke on his gulp of water, which gathers the attention of a few of the guys and their significant others around you.

quickly, before you get caught feeling up the newest leaf goal tender under the table, you bring your hand back to your lap—playful smirk never wavering.

"you good stoly?" max domi asks curiously, eyes squinted in a mixture of concern and humour. anthony can only hum while wiping the dribble of water from his chin with the back of his hand.

casually, you rest your chin on your palm—the same palm that was just on anthony's leg. your eyes flicker with something teasing, "yeah, everything okay?"

anthony lets out a short laugh, shooting you a look—a look that others may just think is friendly, but you recognize it as a warning. a wordless demand to behave. it only sends your stomach into a twirling thrill.

"yeah, just swallowed down the wrong hole."

but even still, anthony can't resist teasing you back once all eyes are once again distracted, ring finger slipping under your skirt and passing over your lacy underwear until you're biting down on your knuckles to ensure no sighs slip out.

steph shoots you a look, which makes anthony pull away—sporting a smug grin on his face as he chews the piece of asparagus he pushes past his upturned lips.

two

it's not very often you get tipsy at leaf games. usually you're too busy hiding your face behind your hands in a stressful manner, or entertaining the gangle of children running around the suite. but today, for some reason—and that reason being $1 beer night—you're not just tipsy, you're borderline hammered.

it takes steph a whole 10 minutes to get you out of the suite and down to the tunnel—coaxing you out of there with reassuring words and an amused glint in her eye. because yeah, drunk people are annoying—especially when the other party is sober—but you're so funny and floppy right now that it makes up for the amount of alcohol you consumed.

and when steph manages to finally get you down to the tunnel, and you lean you against the wall, and you stay there...she considers it a small victory. but that all changes when anthony makes his way out of the locker room, looking divine in his dark suit and hair damp from a shower—smile wide and high off a win.

you sigh dreamily, head rolling back against the concrete wall as you watch his movements. anthony hasn't spotted you yet—which is probably a good thing for your sake, because the sight of his eyes right now would send you into cardiac arrest. but then a frown is pulling at your lips. because pontus holmberg pulls his girl into his arms and kisses her, and you just want to act normal and be able to go up to your boyfriend. kiss him silly in front of everyone.

it wasn't uncommon for you to wait in the tunnels with steph after games, especially when you've driven to the rink together. which is the case nine times out of ten. typically after a win, steph would want to see mitch before heading home, especially because mitch likes to go out for dinner after good games.

so everytime you'd be waiting in the tunnels, you'd have to physically restrain yourself from runnning towards anthony. he will always smile at you when your eyes catch—definitely a little too sexy of a smile for trying to be discrete. but that was always it. besides some eye playful eye tag, neither of you ever pushed those boundaries.

not when your brother could walk out at any moment and catch you.

but once again, you're well passed tipsy, and you just want to love up on your man like all the other wags get to do. so before you can even think logically about your actions, your feet are moving, and moving in anthony's direction, heels clicking on the floor as you make your way through the lingering crowd.

and steph doesn't try and stop you. she just covers her eyes with an exhausted hand, blowing a quiet raspberry to herself as she represses a laugh. you told her about your secret relationship with the newest leaf goaltender 4 hours after that team dinner. because like usual, your sister in law read you like a book and had in incline before you even said anything.

anthony's in a casual conversation with morgan, completely unaware of the way your striding towards him—not until you're right in front of him and the defence man.

you wrap your hand around anthony's bicep, blinking up at him with glassy eyes just as you stumble on your own feet. if it wasn't for your hold on your boyfriends arm, you'd be halfway to the floor by now.

"hi," you beam unashamedly, glossy lips tempting him in ways you'll never understand.

anthony swallows, his bright eyes squinting down at you with amusement. he shoots a tentative glance at morgan, who is just stifling laughter like he knows—which, god damn it tessa, because obviously you had to tell her too and clearly she’s told her husband. "hi," anthony parrots after a beat.

"missed you," you slur, pushing up onto the toes of your heeled boots and puckering your lips expectantly, "can I have a kiss?" you hum, body swaying.

anthony laughs shortly, rubbing the back of his neck while he subtly scanning the room—checking to see if anyone is watching. more specifically, anybody who definitely shouldn't be watching. also known as mitch marner, who is one of the many people who still don't know about your relationship.

and for now, you'd like to keep it that way. not that drunk you cares though.

morgan has slipped away from you both now, and there's only a few lingering bodies left in the tunnel. anthony spots steph, now eyeing you sneakily. which means your brother is still here. in the locker room, yeah, but still here.

"we really shouldn't." anthony mumbles, eyes finding your glossy ones again. despite his words, anthony lets his hand wrap around your waist, keeping you against his chest to steady the drunk sway you have going on. slowly, he licks along his bottom lip, words no louder than a whisper, "your brother could catch us."

"so?" you huff, pushing even further up his body. clearly, you don’t give a damn. "just a quick kiss." you say, hands flat against his chest, still searching for a smooch. you're too happy on beer and in love to think about your brothers stupid rule right now. you couldn't care less about anything besides your gigantic, sexy boyfriend—who is grinning down at you like you're the best thing that's ever happened to him.

and you are. more than the nhl. more than the stanley cup. more than breathing.

so quickly, anthony leans down, free hand enclosing on the side of your face as he tilts your head up, and connects your lips together. he's just a man after all, and with a pretty girl like you begging and blinking up at him, who's he to say no?

the kiss doesn't last nearly as long as you need it to, and you whine pathetically when anthony pulls away from your mouth. you're not caught, thankfully, and that only makes you want to kiss him over and over again.

"i'll see you later, kay?" anthony whispers softly, talking his hand off your hips once you drop back down to your heels.

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth, "love you." you sing song dreamily.

he smirks, "love you too."

three

to say you and anthony became comfortable in the secrecy of your relationship was an understatement. you were really pushing your limits now, making out in the guest bathroom of auston's matthew's condo like a pair of porn stars—slow, syrupy and messy.

once you told steph and tessa about anthony, it wasn't soon after that the rest of the wags found out—all of them sworn to the upmost secrecy—and in turn, a lot of their men found out as well. which wasn't your most ideal situation, but after threatening to cut their balls off, they seemed to be able to keep their lips zipped.

that knowledge amongst the majority of the leafs roster definitely contributes to the more relaxed approach you and anthony find yourselves in, in regards to your relationship. you tell yourself that's the reason you decided to sneak off to the bathroom today—even though you would've ended up here regardless. anthony is looking way to sexy today to just ignore.

and you? you've been driving him insane all evening with your pretty skirt and top and the perfume clinging to your soft skin—perfume that smells like sex. anthony can't help but trail his lips down your taut neck, inhaling the smell like it's his own personal drug.

the sound of your breathless gasps and mewls quickly has anthony returning his mouth back to yours though. because you're truly irresistible to him. always have been. as soon as your lips are back in their familiar dance, everything else fades away. the distant chatter and rapid heart beats between you—none of that exists anymore.

anthony's large hand slides up the side of your bare thigh, lifting your skirt higher and higher up your leg, while his tongue prods the plump skin of your bottom lip. you allow him the entrance he's seeking instantly, which makes anthony smirk into the kiss.

the counter top is cool under your skin where you sit on top, making your arch away and further into anthony's hold. but he doesn't mind one bit—grabbing at your skin and pulling you even closer, your barley covered core rubbing against his and creating delicious friction.

it's erotic and dangerous and you really should've double checked that the door was locked. because the feeling of dread and anxiety that surges through your boood stream when that bathroom door is thrown open is other worldy.

anthony pulls off of your mouth just as you let out a breathless gasp, both of your heads turning towards the entry way.

"holy fuck—sorry." auston matthews familiar voice has turned high pitched, which can only be a result of embarrassment and surprise as he registers the scene in front of him. and just as quick as he opened the door, the captain is slamming it closed.

silence envelopes the bathroom once again—but you can't hear anything over the blood pumping in your ears. you're both frozen in place—you, on the bathroom counter, legs still spread and lips glistening with a mixture of your and anthony's saliva. and anthony, 5 steps away from you, shirt wrinkled, hair tousled and chest heaving.

once your brain catches up to what the fuck just happened, your quickly slipping off the counter. you stumble briefly, but that doesn't slow you down as you practically run after auston matthews.

you could try and deny it, but your actions speak for themselves. and what auston just saw? there's nothing in the world that you could say that would make it innocent. so that only leaves you with one other option: begging.

thankfully, auston didn't get far, and you catch him easily, fingers enclosing around his thick wrist to halt him. he spins around to face you, dark eyes still wide with disbelief and...maybe a little bit of amusement? it's hard to tell when you're so panicked.

"auston," you start, gaze all but frantic, "please please please, don't say anything about what you just saw to anyone. especially mitch. he doesn't know yet, and if this is how he finds out—"

"hey," auston interrupts with a short laugh. "calm down, you're stressing me out."

you blink what feels like a hundred times and you drop his arm. auston's gaze flickers over your shoulder briefly, eyes glimmering with something unknown. curious, you find the subject of his attention.

anthony is behind you, lips slightly parted as his gaze narrows in on the goal scorer. it's then you understand that look in auston's eyes—it's understanding. it's a promise to anthony's wordless plea.

"don't worry kid," auston says once you turn back towards him, "your secret is safe with me."

+one

the leafs have a rare off day today—only two days before their two week long road trip over on the west coast—which means that anthony had no other plans but to be with you. more specifically, in bed, taking turns with either licking into your pussy until you're making a mess on his tongue, or pounding into you until the headboard is smacking against the wall.

it's very rare that the two of you get to have alone time, never mind getting to have proper sex. so when this kind of opportunity arises, both of you are taking it without a second thought.

you can't complain really. not when your legs are over your boyfriends thick shoulders, his cock perfectly massaging your gummy walls as he thrusts into you. the sounds between you are lewd—slapping and squealing and desperate, needy pants and grunts.

you've gone dumb on anthony's cock as he splits you in two, your jaw slack and eyes glazed as you peer up at him. and anthony fucking loves it. his hand grips your jaw firmly, keeping your eyes trained on him. the pad of his thumb pulls down your bottom lip, slowly, as a smirk grows on his face.

"gunna miss you when i'm gone baby," he pants, movements never faltering, "i'm gunna miss your pretty pussy—fuck."

the only responses you can manage is another drawn out moan and your fingers gripping his bulging biceps even tighter.

—

mitch marner pushes the front door of your place open with his hip, too busy balancing your moms homemade casserole in his hands to open the door properly. it’s your favourite home cooked meal, ready to go in a glass dish, that bonnie marner insisted mitch drop off at yours before making his way home.

his car keys are held tightly between his lips, giving him limited opportunity to make a coherent sentence, but he calls out a muffled greeting to you regardless.

no response.

mitch's brows furrow as he puts the food dish on your kitchen island. he drops his phone and keys beside the dish before spinning on his heels, peering into the living room where you're normally hiding—tucked under some fluffy blanket with a book in your lap.

the books there, open and face down on the coffee table—blanket at the foot of the pink chair—but you're nowhere in sight. a rush of panic washes over your brother. mitch had texted you 10 minutes ago, just as he was leaving your parents, to tell you he'd be stopping by with a mountain of food, but he didn't get a response then.

and then once he got here, your front door wasn't even locked. which wouldn't of been that crazy if you knew mitch was on his way over, but your lack of response has mitch second guessing your knowledge of his arrival.

"y/n?" he calls your name again, spinning around for good measure to make sure he didn't miss you the first time.

it only then does he spot a pair of shoes next to your usual slip ons—shoes that are definitely way to big for you and definitely belong to a man. logic goes out the window in that moment because mitch hums curiously, walking down the hall towards your closed bedroom door.

mitch doesn't even hesitate before turning the handle, "y/n? who's here?—ah, what the fuck?!" your brothers words die on his tongue at the sight of you and his goaltender in bed...together...doing things that make mitch want to bleach his eyes out.

it's bad enough to walk in on a family member having sex, but when the guy pounding said family member just last night was laughing and chatting like nothing was happening, makes mitch fucking shiver. oh god, he literally congratulated anthony on his win last night. little did mitch know the real prize for anthony stolarz was getting to fuck mitch marner’s little sister.

"oh my god!" you shout, wrapping the floral bedsheet around your very naked torso. "get out!"

and mitch doesn't need to be told twice. the bedroom door slams shut—so loudly and with so much force that the pictures hanging on your wall shake. regardless of the door now being shut, mitch covers his eyes with his hand while he physically moans and cringes for extra measure.

"oh my god," his voice sounds from the hallway, all dramatic and whiny. "my eyes."

you and anthony share a look—a look that's a mixture of terror and concern. because not only does mitch now know that you’re together in this capacity, but he's also just seen his baby sister having sex. you jump out of bed, tangled in your bedding, and stomp towards the door.

you don't open it, not yet, but you smack the wood wildly. "mitchell, what are you doing here!"

"I was trying to drop off some of mom's casserole—I texted you! I can't believe what I just saw." the latter party of his scentence trails off, tone low like mitch is saying it to himself. mitch swallows dramatically, rubbing at his face. "I'm gunna puke."

you laugh in disbelief. "you're gunna puke? i'm going to die."

the springs of your mattress creak behind you as anthony gets out of bed. slipping on his boxers, he makes his way towards you—all broad and warm as anthony comes up to stand behind your bare, glistening back. he reaches for you, squeezing your bicep comfortingly.

guilt prickles at your skin, and you take your bottom lip between your teeth as a nervous habit—gnawing your plump skin until it feels sore. anthony kisses your head subconsciously, a gesture that calms you down just enough to enable you to squeak out an apology. "i'm sorry, mitchy."

emotion clogs your throat and it makes your brother sigh, hand falling from his scruff and hitting his leg with a soft thud. "don't cry, y/n."

ever so slowly, the door squeaks open—not fully though, mindful of the sheet covering you—and your head pokes out. your eyes are glassy and your lip wobbles and the protective older brother side of him wants nothing more than to fix this.

"are you mad at us?" you sniffle.

us.

through the slim space between the door and the frame, mitch has a harsh reminder that anthony stolarz is with you—his t-shirt strew across the bench at the end of your bed, his cologne clinging to the sheet around you. hell, mitch can see anthony’s fucking gigantic hand holding the back of your neck softly.

he's comforting you.

mitch sighs reluctantly. because yes, he's not thrilled with this entire situation, but clearly, anthony is a good guy—your brother has a front row seat to that—anthony is a man who clearly cares for you. "i'm more mad about you not knowing how to lock doors than anything else."

you breath hitches, a glimmer of something that feels like hope tickling your heart, "really?"

a slow nod, "yes." mitch's eyes fall over your body, or rather, your sheet, and he shivers again, turning away to give you privacy and himself some fucking peace of mind. "now just...get dressed and we can talk about it."

[misshoneyimhome]

Your last relic has given me many thoughts! One being a 3some of Willy and Knies. Knies thinks he knows everything there is about pleasing women and Willy shows him that he in fact knows nothing.

Oh absolutely, this combo is definitely one of my top favourites too! 🌺 And honestly, who better to guide the baby Leafs than our calm, collected, and ever-so-charming Swedish boyfriend?

Hopefully I captured even a hint of what you had in mind when it comes to William’s gentle yet confident teaching vibes 🙈

Tropes & warnings: Matthew Knies x reader x William Nylander, Friends to lovers, Smut 18+: Threesome (M/M/F), Oral sex (f receiving, m receiving), Vaginal sex (protected), DVP, Praise kink, soft dom vibes, Gentle guidance, reverence, aftercare

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Bed Chem I William Nylander x reader x Matthew Knies ☆

The moment the final buzzer went off, the building erupted.

You weren’t on the ice, but somehow you felt it all the same—that pulse of adrenaline, the eruption of joy that cracked through the walls of Scotiabank Arena like a sonic boom. The Toronto Maple Leafs had clinched a playoff spot, and the city was electric. So were the players. So were you.

The locker room had been a mess of champagne sprays and booming music, post-game interviews overlapping with spontaneous shouts and camera flashes. But by the time you reached the dimly lit rooftop bar uptown, the energy had mellowed into something warmer. The buzz of victory still hung in the air, but it was laced now with alcohol, cigarette smoke from the balcony, and the sort of grins that came from knowing a season’s worth of grit had finally paid off.

You arrived with a couple of the WAGs, but it didn’t take long for Matthew to find you.

“There she is,” he said, looping an arm around your shoulders like it was second nature. “Thought you were gonna ghost us after the win.”

You gave him a look, amused. “You think I’d miss a party full of sweaty men and overpriced cocktails?”

“Yeah,” he said with a crooked smile. “But only because you’re smarter than all of us.”

He tugged you toward the bar, ordering you a drink before you could even ask. He remembered your go-to without question—of course he did. You’d been there through enough of his rough nights and quiet ones, holding space and talking him down when the city felt too big, too loud. He’d always said you made it easier.

Tonight, he was golden. Laughing freely, glow from the overhead string lights catching in his tousled curls. You stayed close, not because you felt like you had to—but because being near Matthew always felt like choosing warmth in a cold room.

“You sticking to your usual?” you asked, nodding to the beer in his hand.

He glanced down at the label and made a face. “I dunno, I might need to branch out. Try something more… mature.”

“Oh yeah?” you teased, sipping your drink. “Like a whiskey sour?”

“Like a wine spritzer,” he deadpanned.

You choked on your drink mid-laugh, earning a proud smirk from him. That was how the night flowed—easy, playful. You’d drifted in and out of conversations with other guys, teammates leaning over to toast, make a joke, ask you how work was. But Matthew always came back, his hand at the small of your back, his laugh ready for your next sarcastic quip.

You weren’t blind to how the others saw it. You’d heard the chirps. The “When’s the wedding?” comments. The knowing glances. But it wasn’t like that. You were close—had been since the day he’d landed in Toronto, fresh-faced and already exhausted by the noise. You’d been his anchor.

Still, as you leaned against the bar beside him now, the air between you felt… warmer than usual. Maybe it was the drinks. Maybe it was the way his thumb absently brushed your wrist. Maybe it was the fact that, for once, you didn’t feel the need to pull away.

And that’s when Mitch, two beers deep and already in rare form, decided to start chirping.

“Mattie, be honest,” he called out across the lounge. “You bring your own PR girl out for moral support, or is this part of your new strategy?”

Matthew didn’t flinch. “She’s just here to keep me humble.”

You rolled your eyes, but Mitch wasn’t done.

“No seriously—dude acts like he’s a girl whisperer just ‘cause he got a couple swipe rights after a hat trick.”

“That was one time,” Matthew muttered.

“I bet he still thinks making a girl laugh is enough to get her off,” Mitch added, practically giggling now.

You turned your head toward Matthew, sipping your drink with a smirk. “Is that true, Kniesy? Is that your big secret weapon?”

His eyes flicked to yours, somewhere between defensive and amused. “Maybe… you know, I’m very attentive.”

“Oh, so you’ve read a women’s magazine before.”

“Hey,” he said, leaning in, “I didn’t say Cosmo wasn’t a resource.”

Laughter broke across the group. Even you giggled—genuinely. He was good at that, at making you laugh without trying too hard.

And still, you felt it: a shift in the air. The faint buzz of someone watching.

You turned your head, casually scanning the room.

William stood near the windows. Alone.

A glass of something amber in his hand, one foot crossed over the other, posture relaxed—but his eyes were trained on you. He looked like something out of a noir film. Gold hair curling slightly at the nape of his neck, sharp jaw highlighted in low light, blue eyes unreadable but unwavering.

You hadn’t spoken much tonight. A few words in passing. A gentle squeeze of your elbow when you first arrived. But you knew that look. You’d felt it before.

William Nylander didn’t hover. He didn’t chase. But he watched—especially when it came to you. Not possessive. Not overt. Just… watchful. Like someone who kept the perimeter clear without ever needing to be asked.

You turned back to your drink before your thoughts could spiral.

“So,” Matthew said, leaning in with a grin. “Back me up here. You do think I’m a good listener, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re an excellent listener. When it comes to Spotify playlists and Uber Eats orders.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m just saying,” you shrugged, teasing. “Your success rate with women might have less to do with skill and more to do with… face symmetry.”

Matthew groaned. “Unbelievable.”

You leaned into his shoulder, whispering just loud enough for only him to hear. “You’re cute. You’ve got a good heart. But I don’t think you know quite as much as you think you do.”

He looked down at you, playful spark dimming just a bit into something more earnest. “So teach me.”

The words hung between you for a beat longer than they should have.

You didn’t even get a chance to respond before William joined your side.

He didn’t say anything. Just stepped in, sitting close enough that his arm brushed yours. He was still holding his drink, but his attention was fully on the two of you now. And Matthew—bless him—sat up straighter.

William’s voice was quiet but firm. “Some lessons take more than charm.”

Matthew blinked. “Wasn’t asking you, bro.”

“I know,” William replied, eyes still on you. “But maybe she should.”

Your pulse jumped.

The banter was still there. The teasing. But something else had slipped underneath it. Something sharper. He wasn’t just joking. And neither were you.

You swallowed, trying to mask the heat rising in your chest. The room had shifted, and you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol or the way both of them were looking at you now—like you were something worth studying. Something worth sharing.

Somewhere deep in your gut, you felt it:

This night was far from over.

_

It was always like that with team nights out—one moment the room was buzzing, too full, too loud, everyone trying to shout over each other, and the next it was emptying out, drinks half-finished, jackets thrown over shoulders, plans whispered between teammates as they slipped out in pairs or small groups.

You hadn’t noticed how late it was until you checked your phone. Past one.

Someone had changed the playlist from classic bar bangers to something smoother, bass-heavy, the kind of rhythm you felt in your chest before you even recognised the song. The laughter had faded. The clinking glasses, too. And when you finally looked up from the low leather couch, it hit you—nearly everyone had left.

Nearly.

Matthew was still beside you, legs spread, fingers drumming lightly against his thigh, leaning forward now like the weight of the day had finally hit him. He looked relaxed. Buzzed. Eyes soft and cheeks still faintly flushed.

William stood a few feet away, now with his drink abandoned on the edge of a side table. He was rolling the hem of his sleeve with slow, careful fingers, like he had nowhere else to be.

You wet your lips, heart skipping when the silence held. It wasn’t awkward. But it wasn’t casual either.

Matthew exhaled a short laugh. “Didn’t realise we were the stragglers.”

“Or the smart ones,” William offered, finally sitting down in the armchair across from you both.

You watched the way he lounged into it, like his body already knew how to own a space before his mind even tried. William was… intimidating in the quiet. Not because he was trying to be—but because there was something about his silence that felt like a secret.

Matthew gave a half-smile. “Guess that means we get the afterparty.”

You stretched your arms above your head and hummed. “Or we’re just too stubborn to go home.”

“Speak for yourself,” Matthew said. “I live for moments like this.”

“Like what?”

“This,” he gestured around. “End of the night. No pressure. Just… honesty.”

You looked at him sideways, surprised.

William tilted his head. “That usually comes after drink number six.”

“Exactly,” Matthew grinned. “We’ve reached that stage.”

You didn’t say anything at first, just let your gaze bounce between them. The air felt… different. Still warm, but thicker. Slower.

“So,” Matthew said, suddenly glancing at you, “what’s the most honest thing you’ve said to someone after midnight?”

You blinked. “That’s a loaded question.”

“I know. That’s why I asked it.”

You smiled. “I told someone I was in love with their dog once.”

Matthew snorted. “That tracks.”

You glanced at William. “Your turn.”

He looked at you, then at Matthew. “I told someone I didn’t want just sex.”

That pulled the air tight.

Matthew blinked. You stared.

“Well, damn,” Matthew said softly. “Didn’t expect you to go deep.”

William just shrugged. “Honesty, right?”

You looked at him a moment longer. The calm in his voice wasn’t forced. There was no bitterness. But something flickered in his eyes. Something unreadable.

“What about you?” William asked, nodding at Matthew.

Matthew hesitated. Then smirked. “I once told a girl I could make her come just with my mouth.”

You burst out laughing. “No, you didn’t.”

He raised a hand in mock-defence. “Hey, she agreed with me.”

“Was she unconscious?”

William chuckled. “That’s the cockiest thing I’ve heard all week.”

Matthew grinned. “I’m just saying, I’m good at what I do.”

You gave him a look, playful but sharp. “You say that with a lot of confidence for someone who thought clitoral stimulation was a TikTok trend.”

Matthew feigned a gasp. “I did not!”

“You did,” William added, unbothered. “In the group chat. We all remember.”

“Et tu, Brute?”

You were laughing again, but something about the heat in your cheeks wasn’t just from amusement. It was Matthew’s eyes on you, bold and youthful, and William’s steadier gaze—quiet, unreadable, but somehow deeper. You felt the shift again. That edge between teasing and something else. Something closer to a line neither of you had acknowledged yet.

You stretched your legs out across Matthew’s lap without thinking. He rested his hands lightly on your shins, thumbs brushing over your skin. William’s eyes followed the movement, slow and deliberate.

“You know,” you said, tone light but voice quieter, “for a guy who claims to be so good with women, you never really struck me as someone who… understood them.”

Matthew raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

You nodded. “You’re enthusiastic. And sweet. But I think you think enthusiasm can replace intuition.”

He looked genuinely intrigued. “So what, I need a mentor?”

“Maybe,” you teased. “Someone older. Wiser. More… Swedish.”

William didn’t even blink. “You offering your services?”

You paused. The words hung there.

Then you tilted your head. “Maybe I am.”

Matthew leaned back, mock serious. “Are we talking about, like… a coaching session?”

You smirked. “You couldn’t handle me, Kniesy.”

“Try me.”

William shifted in his seat, jaw flexing just slightly. “He might try, but he won’t finish.”

Your breath hitched.

Matthew grinned, playing it cool. “You think you’d do better?”

William’s gaze never left yours. “I know I would.”

That’s when it happened. That moment. The second when everything tipped sideways. Because you weren’t joking anymore. And neither were they.

And God help you, but the idea didn’t scare you. It thrilled you.

You took a breath, heart pounding. “We could always find out.” The words slipped out softer than you expected. Barely more than a whisper.

Matthew blinked. “Wait—are you… serious?”

You looked between them. Maybe it was the drinks, or maybe it was the tension that had been brewing for years. Your pulse was screaming, but your gut was calm. “I trust you both,” you said. “And I… want to feel good. I want to be with people who know me. Who care.”

William leaned forward slowly. “We’d never do anything you weren’t sure about.”

Matthew nodded, eyes wide but sincere. “We’d take care of you.”

You gave a slow, steady nod. “Then let’s go.”

No one moved for a moment. It was like the silence itself needed a second to process what had just happened.

Then William stood first, walking over to you and offering a hand. You took it without hesitation. Matthew followed close behind, grabbing his jacket and slinging it over one shoulder.

And as you stepped into the cool spring air, sandwiched between two men who suddenly looked at you like you were a star they couldn’t stop orbiting, your chest tightened—not in fear, but in anticipation.

Because this wasn’t just a wild idea anymore.

This was happening.

And something told you… it would change everything.

_

William’s place was warm.

Not just physically, though the condo had that lived-in luxury—soft lighting, clean lines, the smell of cologne and something woodsy hanging faintly in the air. But the warmth came from something else. The quiet, steady kind. The way William held the door for you and Matthew. The way he let you walk in first like you belonged here.

You’d been in this place before—group hangs, pre-game meet-ups, the odd Sunday movie night when the guys needed normalcy. But never like this. Never with this undercurrent humming beneath your skin, this sense that every movement was leading somewhere.

“Can I get you guys anything?” William asked, already shrugging off his jacket.

You shook your head, still standing in the entryway, heartbeat too loud.

“No,” Matthew said softly. “I think we’re good.”

William looked over his shoulder at you, eyes darker now. “Then come here.”

You moved slowly, unsure but not nervous. Like stepping out onto a frozen lake—you could feel the tension beneath the surface, but something in you trusted it to hold.

Matthew trailed behind you, a step or two slower, his usual confidence muted now into something gentler. Watching you. Watching William.

You stood in the centre of the living room, just a breath apart, the three of you hovering like magnets waiting to be pulled together.

It was William who crossed the distance first.

His hand reached out, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your face toward his.

“You sure?” he murmured.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

His kiss was soft. Focused. Like he’d wanted to kiss you for a long, long time and was finally allowing himself the pleasure. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t greedy. It was knowing.

You leaned into it before you realised, one hand sliding up his chest, anchoring yourself to the steady beat of his heart.

When he pulled back, it wasn’t far. Just enough to glance past you—to Matthew.

“Come here.”

Matthew obeyed. You felt his presence at your back, warm and close, as his hand found your waist and his lips grazed your neck.

“God,” he breathed. “This is… so much better than anything I ever imagined.”

You laughed softly, breath catching as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. “You imagined this?”

“I’m a guy,” he said. “We imagine everything.”

William chuckled low, one hand sliding along your arm. “Then stop imagining.”

And just like that, it began.

They moved with you, not at you—guiding you gently to the sofa, William sitting first and tugging you into his lap, your knees straddling him as Matthew settled beside you, hands brushing your thighs like a question.

You kissed William again, deeper now, more need curling beneath your skin. You felt Matthew’s lips at your shoulder, his hands climbing slowly up your torso, fingertips teasing beneath your blouse.

When he reached the first button, he paused.

“This okay?”

You nodded.

One by one, the buttons came undone. Then William’s hands joined his—warm palms sliding up your back as they helped you ease out of the fabric.

Every touch felt intentional. Every movement filled with quiet reverence.

“You’re beautiful,” Matthew whispered. “Like, unfairly.”

You turned your head and kissed him—Matthew—softly, testing the space between you, surprised by how natural it felt. How right. There was no hesitation, no awkward clash of lips. Just warmth. The heat of his breath mingling with yours as his mouth parted under the pressure, tasting of beer and something more.

Your fingers curled at his nape, drawing him in as you deepened it, emboldened by the low sound he made—half sigh, half groan. His hands stayed respectfully on your waist, thumbs rubbing soothing circles just above the hem of your jeans, as though memorising the feel of your body, asking for permission with every pass of skin on skin.

Then you felt another pair of hands—steady, sure, achingly familiar.

William’s.

They skimmed low, trailing from your ribs to your hips, where they caught the waistband of your jeans and knickers. He moved with careful intention, tugging them downward in one smooth, patient motion. You rose slightly, shifting your weight just enough to let him help you out of them completely.

The moment you were bare, the air hit your skin—cool, sharp, electric.

And then William’s mouth followed.

He kissed your inner thigh first, just above the knee, a slow drag of lips and breath that made you twitch. Then higher. Then higher still. You felt the stubble on his jaw graze you gently, his nose nudge soft skin as he pressed closer. And finally, the warmth of his breath against your core.

You couldn’t help it—you gasped.

His hands came to rest on your thighs, thumbs stroking soothing lines along their curve as he knelt between your legs. His eyes lifted to meet yours, sharp and dark and reverent, like he was about to say grace.

“I’ve thought about this,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. “About tasting you. About making you fall apart.”

And then his mouth was on you.

Firm. Intentional. Unhurried.

His tongue swept through your folds with maddening precision, teasing before pressing flat against your clit with just the right amount of pressure. He moaned softly into you, and the vibration alone sent a bolt of heat through your spine.

Your back arched, hands scrambling for something to hold on to. One found his shoulder. The other slid into his hair—thick, soft, a little damp with sweat—and you tugged, instinctively, just enough to feel him groan in response. The sound went straight through you.

You could feel every detail. Every flick of his tongue. Every purposeful pause. Every moment he let his nose nudge against your thigh like he couldn’t get close enough. It was overwhelming. And still—somehow—exactly what you needed.

Beside you, Matthew hadn’t moved far. His breath was uneven now, chest rising and falling like he’d just sprinted a shift. He reached out with one hand, stroking the length of your arm with gentle reverence. His other hand cradled your jaw, grounding you in his presence as his lips found yours again—slow, coaxing kisses that gave you something to hold onto while William unraveled you below.

Your thighs began to shake. That pressure—low, hot, coiling—was building fast.

“W-Willy,” you gasped, hips tilting into his mouth.

And then he stopped.

Pulled back. Licked his lips.

You let out a sound—needy, wrecked, half-whimper.

He just smiled. “Your turn,” he told Matthew, his voice rough and knowing.

Matthew looked like he might combust on the spot.

“I—I don’t wanna ruin the fun,” he admitted, flushed to the ears, breath catching.

“You won’t,” William said calmly, standing to his full height. “Watch. Listen. Then try.”

You moved in your position, pulse still racing, as you lay back on the couch, legs open and draped across the cushions in invitation. Matthew moved between them, eyes wide, searching your face like you were sacred scripture.

“Okay?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, offering a reassuring smile. “You’ve got this.”

He started slow. Tongue tentative. Hands a little unsure, but sweet. So sweet.

William crouched beside him, not touching either of you—just guiding. “Go slower. Focus on the top. Feel her breathing. Let that guide you.”

Matthew listened. Really listened.

He adjusted. Tilted his head. Flattened his tongue. One of his hands splayed against your lower stomach, the other steadied your thigh, and he moaned when he felt you twitch beneath him.

Your breath caught.

He was definitely a quick learner. Smart and curious. And when he found that rhythm—pressure and pace just right—you let your head fall back with a cry.

“Matt—oh my God—”

He kept going. Determined now and focused. He sucked your clit a few times, and just like that you came, hard and fast—hips bucking, hands fisting the cushions, voice echoing through the room as the coil inside you snapped and pleasure rushed over you in waves.

Matthew pulled back slowly, lips shiny, eyes wide with something like awe.

“Oh… yes,” he breathed, resting his head on your thigh like he couldn’t believe what he’d just done. “That was—holy shit.”

William chuckled softly from above you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Told you.”

You were still shaking, heart pounding, chest heaving.

And then they came back to you. William next to you on the couch, lifting you gently into his lap, kissing your temple. Matthew kneeling at your feet, stroking your calves as he gazed up at you with something between pride and disbelief.

And then, like they’d rehearsed it, they kissed you—one on the neck, one on your lips. Like you were sacred. Like you were theirs.

And for the first time in a long time, you felt like you were.

“More?” William asked, his voice husky, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

You nodded, breath shaky, body still humming from the aftershocks of pleasure.

“Say it,” he whispered, his hand trailing down your side, anchoring you with every touch. “Tell us what you want.”

Your reply was a breath, a confession. “I want you. I want to feel you inside me.”

The air shifted—like something ancient and silent had just been summoned. They helped you up, warm hands on your arms and hips as you left the sofa behind and padded down the hallway together. William guided you into his bedroom, dimly lit and clean, with soft sheets and the faint scent of cedarwood lingering in the air. You could hear Matthew behind you, the slight catch in his breath, the soft creak of the floorboard under his weight.

Your back met the edge of the bed, and you sank down gently as you watched them both undress completely. 

William stood at the foot of it, eyes dark with restraint as he reached into the nightstand drawer. He slid a condom out of the box, tore it open with ease, and rolled it on with a practiced hand, his gaze never leaving you. Then he climbed onto the bed, shifting beside you and drawing you gently to your side, body curled around yours.

His hands were everywhere—stroking your spine in long, grounding sweeps, massaging your hips with reverence, touching you like he was reminding himself you were real. One of your legs lifted to hook over his hip, welcoming him in.

He kissed your shoulder, your neck, your cheek, before positioning himself at your entrance.

And then—slowly, carefully—he pressed in.

The stretch made your eyes flutter shut. You gasped, body arching instinctively as the fullness hit, his body molding to yours in the most intimate way. The heat of his chest at your back. The sound of his breath at your ear. It was more than sex—it was surrender.

You opened your eyes—and there was Matthew.

Standing in front of you, one hand loosely gripping the base of his cock, the other resting against his stomach. He was flushed, eyes heavy, lips parted as he watched William sink into you.

You reached for him. “Come here.”

He did.

You took him in your hand first—slow, teasing strokes that made his hips twitch—before guiding him gently to your lips. You kissed the tip, then slid your mouth over him inch by inch, letting the moan in your throat reverberate around him.

William began to move behind you. Long, deep thrusts. Controlled. Reverent. His fingers tightened around your waist as he matched the rhythm of your mouth.

It was overwhelming—in the best possible way. The push and pull. The heat. The rhythm of William moving inside you, the weight of Matthew on your tongue, their soft groans and praises surrounding you like a lullaby spun from sin and safety.

You were the centre of gravity. And you wanted more.

You pulled off Matthew with a whimper, lips wet, hand still stroking him slowly. “I want to feel you too,” you whispered to him. “Please.”

They stilled.

William’s hand traced down your side, grounding you. Matthew looked at you like he was trying to memorise you.

A pause. Then William’s voice, low and careful: “You’re sure?”

You nodded. “Yes. I want this. I want both of you.”

William then gently pulled out before Matthew reached for a condom with shaking hands, tearing it open and rolling it on with quiet reverence. Then he lay back on the mattress, propped on pillows, arms open in invitation.

You climbed over him slowly, one knee on each side of his hips, gently and slowly guiding him to your entrance. You gasped as you eased down onto him—already sensitive, already aching—and he moaned beneath you, hands flying to your hips like he couldn’t believe you were real.

You rode him slowly at first, trying to catch your breath. But then William was behind you again—steady, calm, the grounding presence he always was. He pressed soft kisses between your shoulder blades, hands sliding along your waist.

“Lean forward for me,” he murmured.

You obeyed, bracing your hands on either side of Matthew’s head. His arms cradled your back, keeping you steady as William positioned himself again.

You felt him—hot and hard—at your entrance. And then, with excruciating care, he pushed inside.

The stretch made you cry out. Your fingers curled into the sheets. Your body trembled with the sheer intensity of it.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” William breathed into your shoulder. “Let me in. Let us take care of you.”

They held still for a long moment, letting you adjust. Letting your body catch up to the sensation of being filled completely.

Then—slowly—they began to move.

In sync.

One pushing while the other pulled. A rhythm of careful thrusts and reverent touches. Their hands roamed your body like you were art. Their lips brushed against your back, your shoulder, your neck. Matthew’s eyes locked with yours, wide and worshipful.

You’d never felt anything like it. Not even close.

The pleasure was molten. Liquid. Spreading through you like wildfire. Your moans turned to cries. Their names spilled from your lips like prayers.

You came first.

It hit like a wave—your body shuddering, your thighs quaking, your voice cracking as they held you between them, coaxing you through it.

Matthew followed next, gasping your name as he thrust deep one last time, head thrown back against the pillow.

William came last—always controlled, always composed—his arms wrapping tightly around you as he buried himself fully, groaning into your skin as he let go.

And then…

Stillness.

Just the sound of breathing. The weight of their bodies. The lingering tremble in your limbs.

You collapsed between them, chest heaving, every nerve ending singing.

No one spoke. They didn’t have to.

_

It was quiet.

Not the kind of silence that begged to be filled—but the kind that settled in like a warm blanket, the kind that only followed something honest. Something real. Like your bodies had said more than words ever could, and now the quiet was just the breath between pages.

You lay between them. Skin still flushed, heartbeat finally slowing. Matthew beneath you, chest rising and falling, one hand still tracing lazy patterns up and down your back. William behind you, one arm wrapped securely around your waist, the other splayed across your ribs like he never wanted to let go.

No one moved. Not really.

Matthew let out a low, exhausted chuckle.

“I can’t feel my legs.”

You smiled, face buried against his chest. “Can’t feel my brain.”

William kissed the top of your spine. “Can’t feel bad about that.”

You laughed softly—genuine, a little sleepy. Your muscles ached, but not in a way that hurt. More like the echo of something good. Something earned.

They stayed close, touching you gently like you might disappear if they let go for even a second.

You shifted slightly, limbs heavy, letting your cheek rest against Matthew’s chest. His skin was warm. His heartbeat steady.

“I still feel like I’m floating,” you murmured.

“Same,” he said, voice low, a little shy now. “That was…”

He didn’t finish.

He didn’t need to.

William’s voice came from behind you, soft and steady. “You were perfect.”

You turned your head just enough to glance at him over your shoulder.

“So were you.”

He smiled—slow, tired, full of something that made your heart clench.

“I mean it,” he said. “You didn’t just… let us have you. You trusted us. That matters.”

Matthew nodded. “It really does.”

You closed your eyes, letting the weight of those words sink in. Maybe it should’ve felt overwhelming. Maybe you should’ve been second-guessing everything. But all you felt was… full.

In every sense of the word.

“Alright,” William said, sitting up a little. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

You started to protest, but he was already easing you up, his hands gentle, movements unhurried. Matthew helped too, his touch soft, reverent, the teasing edge from earlier now replaced with something tender.

William disappeared into the ensuite, returning a moment later with a warm cloth and a bottle of water.

He crouched beside the bed, pressing the bottle into your hands. “Small sips.”

You obeyed.

Then he brushed a damp cloth between your thighs, movements careful, almost clinical—but still loving. Like he was honouring the body he’d just worshipped.

You touched his wrist lightly, silently thanking him.

When he finished, he climbed back into bed beside you. You reached for him without thinking. Matthew rolled over too, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“We should probably talk,” you whispered, unsure where the thought came from, but knowing it needed to be said.

“Eventually,” William said, already pulling the covers up over all three of you. “But not tonight.”

“Yeah,” Matthew echoed. “Let’s just… be.”

You sank into the sheets, wrapped in warmth and the scent of their skin.

The weight of the moment finally settled in your chest—not heavy, but real.

Because this wasn’t just some wild night. Not something you’d laugh about tomorrow and lock away in a mental file labelled “one-time mistakes.”

This was something else. Something that shifted tectonic plates you hadn’t realised were movable.

You didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. You didn’t know what this meant for any of you.

But right now, in this bed, with two men who had just shown you more tenderness and reverence than you’d ever expected to receive in your entire life—right now, you weren’t afraid.

You were seen. Held. Wanted.

And when you finally drifted off, tangled between William’s quiet strength and Matthew’s golden warmth, the last thing you felt was a kiss on your forehead… and a voice, low and steady, murmuring into the dark:

“Sleep, baby. We’ve got you.”

[matthewkniesgf]

Secret! - Matthew Knies

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Note: This is my first fanfic so please be nice about it

pairing: matthew knies x fem!reader

summary: you are Mitch Marner’s little sister and you realize that you are falling in love with his teammate

word count: 4.5k

warnings: a little bit of swearing (a word or two), kissing, not proof read

You were driving your brother to his game one evening because you had nothing to do so you thought that you would come and watch him play hockey. 

It was a very long car ride. The two of you couldn’t figure out what music to listen to and it caused a few arguments.

You got to the Scotiabank Arena and you both got out of the car

 “I am going to go meet up with the guys. I will meet you outside the locker room after the game.” MItch said to you eager to go and meet his teammates 

“Ok. Good luck.” You tell Mitch 

You both go your separate ways. You manage to make your way towards your seat. You are sitting right in front of the ice and you can see all of the players warming up. You look around and notice that everyone is wearing similar clothes to you which is good because you don’t want to stand out.  You are wearing a Marner jersey and some jeans. 

You are looking around and you see your brother and he is talking to one of his teammates. 

He is taller than your brother. You think around 6 feet. He has amazing brown hair and the most beautiful light green eyes you have ever seen. You could stare at them all day long. He looks really familiar but you have no idea who he is. All you know is that the back of his jersey says Knies 

Even though your brother has played for the Maple Leafs for 9 years you still don’t know everyone's names. Just the ones you have met so while you are waiting you decide to search up the Maple Leafs roster to see if you could figure out who the guy you saw earlier was. You are looking for someone with the last name Knies. 

His name is Matthew Knies 

You look up from your phone and you make eye contact with your brother and smile at him but he looks away and ignores you like the annoying older brother that he is. 

Knies look at you. You were distracted on your phone but all he saw was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. She had long luscious light brown hair with blue eyes that looked like the ocean. He could have stared at you forever if he could. 

Matthew Knies walks over to his teammate William Nylander to ask him a question. 

“Hey you see the girl over there? She has light brown hair and she is wearing a Marner jersey.” Knies asked with curiosity 

“Yeah, what about her?” Nyander said confused

“She is gorgeous. Definitely the most beautiful girl I have ever seen in my entire life” Knies said not being able to take his eyes off her 

Nylander signs, not wanting to disappoint him “Do you not know who that is?” Nylander asked 

“No should I?” 

“Dude thats Mitch’s little sister ” Nylander tells him 

Kines thought his teammate was messing with him because how could the one person he has ever found interest in his teammate's little sister. Who by the way he has made really clear is off limits 

“Actually” Knies was in disbelief and sadness 

“Yeah” William felt really bad for telling Matthew this because of how sad he sounded about if 

The buzzer reminded them that warmups were over and that they were about to start the game. It would be a good distraction for Matthew anyway. 

It wasn’t a good distraction. He actually played worse because he couldn’t stop thinking about you.   

It was halfway through the second period and all you could think about was the brunette haired guy you saw earlier and how amazing he looked.  

The game ended 5-1 and the Blue Jackets won. You waited until almost everyone left before you started to make your way towards the locker room. 

You made your way to where Mitch had told you to meet him after the game 

You had been waiting there forever for your brother for forever and you knew it took a long time for players to get out of the locker room, however you had seen many of his teammates leave and you wanted to know how much longer he was going to be, so you decided to text him. 

Hey, how much longer are you going to be? 

He didn’t answer which was normal. He usually ignored your messages anyway. Especially when he was at the rink

You decide to just scroll on your phone while you wait for him. 

Out of the corner of your eye you see someone very familiar. The brunette haired guy from earlier that evening walking towards you. 

“Hi, I don't think we have met before. I am Matthew.” the sound of curiosity and excitement in his voice finally being able to talk to you. 

“Nice to meet you, I am y/n. Mitch’s sister.”  you immediately regret adding that last part in because you didn’t want everyone to know you as just Mitch’s little sister. You wanted them to know you as y/n Marner  

Your brother had walked out as if he knew you said his name 

“y/n you ready to go?” he asked, sounding eager to leave. Most likely because he wanted to go home and see his wife and dog. He also probably wanted to sleep as he had been playing hockey all night 

“Yeah.” you answered him 

“It was nice to meet you Matthew. I will see you around.” 

“See you around y/n.” 

You made your way to the car and you and your brother were talked a little bit  about the hockey game you had just watched but other than that you didn’t speak much because of how tired you both were 

You got home and said good night to Mitch and Steph with zeus following your every move. That dog loved you more than Mitch did. You made your way upstairs and then you went straight to bed.  

The next morning you woke up around 9am, got out of bed and went downstairs to make yourself a coffee. When you get downstairs you notice that it is eerily quiet. No sign of Steph or your brother anywhere. The only thing you hear is the sound of Zeus’ footsteps on the floor. 

You decide to take advantage of the nice quiet house and you make yourself some breakfast and tidy up a little bit before you go and get ready for the day. 

You are sitting on the couch watching TV with Zeus cuddled up next to you when you get a call from your brother 

“Hello?” you answer 

“Hey, one of my teammates is coming to pick something up in like 10 minutes. It should be in the kitchen. Can you let him in?” 

Zeus’ head whips up and his tail starts wagging at the sounds of Mitch’s voice 

“Yeah sure” a little bit of annoyance in your voice. Why would your brother invite someone over if he wasn’t even going to be there to let them in 

“Thanks” he sounded really appreciative  

“No problem. Where are you?” you asked curiously 

“Steph and I are just at the grocery store” There was something in the way that he said that made it sound almost like he didn’t want to be there and would have rather been at home. 

“Ok. Let me know when you are on your way home. See you later, drive safely please.” 

“I will. Thanks. See you later” 

It has been around 10 minutes when you hear a knock on the front door. 

You tilt your head up annoyed because you were really comfortable on the couch and didn’t want to move but you got up anyway and went to answer the door. When you open it you see someone you weren’t expecting to see. 

Matthew Knies 

“Hi, I am here to pick something up from your brother” he said looking around to see if he could see Mitch anywhere  

“He’s not here right now but he said that it was in the kitchen if you want to come in and get it” you move out of the way to let him come inside and close the door behind him.

“Ok. Thank you” he walked in after you moved and made his way into the front hall of the house

You show him the way to the kitchen and there is a bag of hockey stuff sitting on the floor 

“So how come I haven’t seen you before last night?” Matthew asked with curiosity hiding behind his eyes 

“I am usually working on hockey nights so I never really have time to come to my brother's games. I do go when I can though.” you say 

“That makes sense” he says sounding like he actually understands what you mean

He waits a couple of seconds before he asks 

“I do have another question to ask you.” there was a hint of eagerness making itself known behind his voice  

“Yeah what’s up” you asked very intrigued on what he was going to ask you about

“Just wondering why do you live with Mitch and Steph?” He genuinely wanted to know the answer to this. You could tell by the way that he was looking at you and the way that he was paying attention to your every move 

“My brother asked me to live with him before Steph and him were married. Mitch and I have always been really close, we would hang out every second that we could before I moved in with him. So he just thought it made more sense for me to move in here” you made your way over to the couch while you are talking and you take a seat next to Zeus 

“That was really sweet of him” he said while he was following you to the couch to sit next to you and Zeus 

You and Matthew both laugh at something that Zeus had done. You were having the most fun you had, had in a while but the butterflies in your stomach didn’t seem to make themselves go unnoticed 

You and Matthew ended up talking for what feels like forever but was really only an hour 

“I should probably get going but I really enjoyed talking to you” he may have told you that he should get going but his eyes were telling you something that was completely different. They were telling you that he didn’t want to leave and he wanted to stay

“I really enjoyed talking to you too” It was true, you really did enjoy talking to him. You wish you could talk to him for hours everyday

Your conversation gets interrupted by a text from your brother 

Mitch♥️: We should be home in around 5-10 minutes 

“My brother is going to be home in 5-10 minutes if you want you can wait until he gets home so you can see him” You told Matthew hoping he would say yes as you didn’t want him to go home 

He sighed “I wish I could but I really should get going” 

“Oh ok” you say a little disappointed because you were really enjoying your time with him and you wanted him to stay longer  

“How about I give you my number and that way you can text me anytime you want to talk” he sounded so confident asking for your number. It's almost like he has done this before. That thought made you really nervous 

“Ok” you say, giving him your phone. You had never been more happier that he was asking for your number  

After he puts his number in you walk him towards the front door and say goodbye to him you then make your way back to the comfortable spot on the couch where you were sitting before Matthew came over.

You and Matthew have been messaging back and forth and hanging out together for months.

You have never laughed with someone more in your life than you have laughed with Matthew. You were having the time of your life with him and no matter how often you guys talk or hang out, the butterflies you get around him never seem to go away. 

One evening when you too are hanging out at his apartment when he asks you an unexpected question  

“So we have been talking and hanging out for a while and I was wondering if you would want to go get dinner with me” he asked, sounding really nervous and confident at the same time. It was almost as if he already knew what your answer was going to be 

“Yes I would love too” you answer trying not to sound too excited even though you were over filled with joy. You would have never imagined that the man you were obsessing over for weeks had finally asked you out after months of endless hanging out and talking.  

It's been three months and you and Matthew had gone on a couple of dates before the two of you had finally decided to make it official. 

You were keeping your relationship a secret for now. It has been really difficult to hide it from your brother but you are too scared to tell him because you don't want him to get mad at you or Matthew. 

You were hanging out at Matthews house like you normally did and the two of you were cuddled up on the couch watching a TV show together 

Out of the blue Matthew asks you a random question that you guys had talked about before “Don’t you think that we should tell your brother about us?” 

“Not right now. I want this to just be our secret for a little longer” you tell him cuddled up against his chest a little taken back by the question 

“Ok” he reassures you smiling 

Its quiet for a couple of minutes before you ask him

“Can I come and watch you guys play tomorrow?” hoping that the answer would be yes but you don’t see why it wouldn’t be 

“Omg yes I would love that” he said really excited almost like he was hoping you would ask him that 

“Ok. I will go with Mitch to the game and I will meet you there. We are going to have to be discreet about us though. We can’t let Mitch or any of the guys know about us” you tell him feeling really guilty that you are making him hide this relationship from everyone  

“Don’t worry. No one will know” he tells you as he kisses the top of your forehead which makes your heart beat out of your chest 

You stay with Matthew a little longer before you decide to head home

When you walk through the door you see Steph and Mitch Sitting on the couch with Zeus, Zeus' head swings in your direction and when he sees you he jumps up to come and greet you. He was so excited to see you 

“Where have you been?” he asks you, sounding so much like a protective older brother. You had never seen this side of him before  

“Nowhere” you tell him feeling terrible of what you were hiding from him but still feeling like you need some privacy   

“You have been gone a lot more than you usually are” curiosity and anger filling his voice as he spoke 

“I was just hanging out with Stella” you lied to him before but never this badly. There was so much guilt floating around all over 

“Oh really? Then why did Stella come by asking if you are ok because you hadn’t been answering her texts” he was furious that you lied to him. You could see it in his eyes and his body language but you could especially hear it in the tone of his voice 

You stay quiet because you don’t know what to say 

“y/n where have you been going everyday and who have you been hanging out with?” he asks you with  the concerned older brother voice that only comes out when it needs to   

“None of your business” you tell him before you storm upstairs going through a mixture of feelings 

“Y/N GET BACK HERE. DON'T WALK AWAY FROM ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!” He screamed after you with anger lingering in his voice 

You don’t listen and continue your way upstairs. You needed to get to your room before tears started streaming from your eyes and they heard you crying 

You go into your room and change into your pajamas fighting back tears, than you hear a knock on your door

“Who is it?” you ask hoping it wasn’t your brother. You don’t think you could stand to see his face without breaking into tears and wanting to throw a pillow at him 

“Steph” she answers her voice soft and comforting like it normally was 

“Come in” you sigh with relief at the sound of her voice 

She comes in, closes the door and makes her way toward your bed and sits down while you are putting things away around your room

“Can I talk to you?” she asks you hoping you would stop walking around so she could talk face to face with her 

“Yeah, what's up?” You said, you were a little confused because you didn’t know why she was asking to talk. You thought that was why she came in here in the first place 

You stop moving and turn around to face her

“Your brother is just concerned about you. You two have always had a really close relationship and he just wants to know what is happening in his little sisters life” she tells you 

“I know but he doesn’t need to know everything that happens in my life” you tell her

“I get it but he is just feeling a little left out” she gestures for you to sit on your bed beside her 

You answer her by walking over to your bed and sitting down “I guess that makes sense. It's just I am scared to tell him where I have been because I don’t want him to over react.” 

“You will never know how he will react if you don’t give him a chance” the sound of her voice is so reassuring

“I just don’t know how to tell him about my boyfriend” you said before you could think and you instantly regretting it 

“Oh no.I shouldn’t have told you that” you say out loud

“Oh hunny I already knew.” she tells you 

“What do you mean you knew” you sound confused 

“Remember I was young and in love too” 

“Then why haven’t you told my brother”

“Because it's not my information to tell” 

“Thank you” you tell her actually meaning it

“No problem. I just hope Matthew is worth all of this trouble” she tells you knowing you don’t know that she knows about Matthew 

You laugh and then stop 

You are taken back by that statement. It takes you a couple of seconds before you can answer her “how did you know it was Matthew” 

“I see the way you look at each other and the way you smile every time a message from him pops up on your phone’” The way that she answers you is like she has experience this exact feeling before  

You are too stunned to speak

“He really is” you smile at what you said and all you could picture was Matt in your head 

You and Steph talk for a while before you decide to go to bed

It’s game day and you are driving with your brother to the arena. When you get there you go and find your seat. You are sitting just as close to the glass as you were a couple of months ago. 

You watched the entire game looking around for Matthew. He didn’t score any goals but he did get two assists along with your brother got an assist as well.

The game ended 7-2 leafs and you were so excited for the team. You made your way down towards the locker room after everyone had left the stadium. 

You were waiting for your brother when you saw Matthew walk out of the locker room . You run over to him and give him a big hug and congratulate him on the win

“Congrats Matty” the sound of your voice muffled from speaking against his chest 

“Thanks babe” he says with a smile on his face wrapping his arms around you 

Before you have a minute to think of where you are or who may be around you reach up to give him a kiss on the lips . 

You immediately pull away when you hear the sound of your brothers voice

“What the fuck is going on here!” you could tell that there was betrayal and sadness in his eyes and in the sound of betrayal as well as anger in his voice 

“It’s not what it looks like” you tell him knowing that it is exactly what it looks like 

“Really? Because it looks like you were just kissing one of my best friends and teammate!” he said in a soft screaming voice probably because we were in a public place and he didn’t want to cause a scene

“Ok maybe it is what it looks like but he isn’t just your best friend and teammate. While I mean he is but he is also my boyfriend” you tell him so proud that you said it out loud especially to your brother 

“I can't, I can’t hear this right now. I am going to find another way home. I need some time to process this ” he was a little flustered almost like he didn’t know what to do. He probably didn’t, you are his only sister and you have never really hidden a relationship or anything from him before

He walks away angry. You figured that it would be really awkward to go home right now so you asked Matthew if you could stay at his place for a little bit. At least until your brother is ready to talk about Matthew and your relationship 

You had been staying at Matthew’s place for a couple of weeks. It had been the most difficult couple of weeks of your life your brother hadn’t been answering any of his texts or calls. He was like your best friend and it really hurt not being able to talk to him

Suddenly your phone pops up with a text from a very familiar name Mitch♥️ You stare at you phone in shock before you open the message

Mitch♥️:Hey, I think I am ready to talk now. Are you and Matt free? 

You: Yeah. we are at Matt’s place if you want to swing by 

Mitch♥️: Ok. I should be there in about 10 minutes 

10 minutes pass and there is a knock on the front door 

You get off of the couch and make your way towards the door to let Mitch in. 

“Hi” Mitch says sounding excited to see you after a long time of not talking 

“Hi” you respond with the same amount of excitement to see him 

“Do you want me to go and get Matthew?” you ask him gesturing your hand upstairs where Matt was laying on his bed 

“No I was hoping I could talk to you first” he sounded a little nervous to be there but that didn’t stop him from being here

“Ok. what did you want to talk about?”  you move out of the way and you walk towards the living room and sit on the couch

He walked inside after you, closed the door and started walking towards the couch to sit next to you before he asked “Why didn’t you tell me about you and Matt?” 

“Because i was too scared that you would be mad” you respond knowing that was only half of the truth and the other part was that it was still new and you didn’t want everyone to know about the two of you  

“Oh y/n I wouldn’t have gotten mad at you for that. Matt is such a good guy but if I am being honest I was a little bit more mad that you didn’t tell me about the two of you” 

“I am sorry” you were holding back tears. You didn’t know why this was such a difficult thing to talk about. In a way you almost felt like you were disappointing him even though that wasn't true

“You don’t have to apologize. I just got worried about you. I just want you to be able to talk to me about anything” his voice softened when he spoke to you

“I promise from now on I will tell you everything” you were hoping that this would be true but you were going to try and keep your promise 

There is a moment of pause before he asked you “Are you happy y/n” 

“Yeah I really am” a big smile forming across your face as memories of you and matthew flood in your mind 

“Are you sure?” he asked you a second time just to make sure that you weren't lying to him 

“Yes, I am sure” you nod in agreement to your answer 

“Ok. come here” he said opening his arms and waving his hand for you to give him a hug

Your brother gave the best hugs and you missed them so much. 

After you too finish hugging Mitch asks if  you can go and get Mathew. You go get Matthew from his room then you and Matthew walk into the living room together

“y/n can Matt and I talk. Just the two of us please?” he asked you hoping you would say yes 

“Yes. As long as you aren’t too mean to him” you joke and smile at Matthew and Mitch 

You walk away and go upstairs to Matt’s room wondering what the two of them are talking about downstairs 

“Do you love my sister?” Mitch asked Matthew once you left. Sounding genuinely curious on what his answer was going to be but Mitch also wanted to know if Matthew was going to break your heart 

“Yes. I do” he tried to fight a smile from forming on his face but the smile won. He was so in love with you that if anything were to happen between the two of you he would be heartbroken 

“Don’t break her heart because there are a lot of people out there who love her just as much as I do and there would be nowhere you could go that we wouldn’t find you” he warned trying to prove a point to Matt 

“Don’t worry. I won’t break her heart” he said confident in his answer knowing he would never do anything to hurt you  

[unabashegirl]

Different 13 — college hs

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of rape, sexual abuse and physical abuse.

“I am done” Y/N frowned as she shut her book closed. “My brain is going to explode if I continue” Harry smiled as he caressed her back gently. “Can we go get some dinner or something?” She suggested to everyone.

“Keep talking,” Mitch said as he looked up from his laptop. “I am genuinely starving”.

“Can I go too?” Sarah asked, not wanting to interrupt the plans if it was a couples-only plan and she and Mitch had misinterpreted.

“Obviously” Y/N smiled, “I know this place where they sell tacos and burritos close to campus. Does that sound good?”

“So good” Mitch had already started packing, knowing that if he continued studying nothing would stick and he would just be burning neurons for fun.

“I left my car. is it all right if we walk there? Is not that far” They all nodded and started their journey to the food truck that Y/N had pumped up so much.

Y/N had texted James and Sebastian to meet them after their gym session, so she wasn’t surprised to run into them when they arrived.

“There you are” James smiled as he pulled her into a hug. “How was the library?”

“Good” She smiled and hugged him back.

It all happened so quickly that no one in the group had a chance to react. Y/N hadn’t even been able to introduce her lifelong friends to her boyfriend when Brian walked up with his jaw clenched and his eyebrows frowned.

“Look who is here” He smiled as he noticed Harry. Their hands were intertwined, and Harry carried both of their backpacks. “Why are you here, huh?”.

“Brian. Don’t” Y/N hissed she noticed James moving up front to face him. She was nervous about how everything was going to unfold. The last thing she wanted was for a fight to break out between her friends and boyfriend against Brian.

“So, this is what you are fucking, huh?” He poked Harry’s chest harshly, emphasizing on YOU. Harry didn’t say anything and remained quiet. He had no desire to fight. He was also very serene at alarming times.

“You are a fucking idiot” James chuckled as he stepped in front of Y/N and Harry. His body was tense, and he stood proudly with his head up. James had never been a fan of Brian. They were teammates, but Brian always ran his mouth in the locker room and spoke of whomever he was doing. Brian had obviously spoken about Y/N and had referred to her as easy.

“I wasn’t speaking to you. So, I suggest you shut your mouth and get out of my face” Brian commanded him only reminding him of that night. “Before I shut it for you”.

The comment that brought him back to that night. An image and a night that still haunted him. James had been downstairs enjoying a few drinks, celebrating a victory in beer pong. He had also been the first in the room and to think that he had gone to look for them because of a hunch.

--->FLASHBACK<----

People danced against one another to the rhythm of the loud music that made the house vibrate. Sebastian walked past James too intoxicated to even notice him. Earlier they had won a football game which coherently had been celebrated with a party, organized by a sorority. They had arrived with Y/N and like every other party she had disappeared with Brian. James yanked Sebastian by the back of his yellow shirt.

“Bro” Sebastian grind, realizing that it was his best friend. “There are so many hot girls” He breathed then leaned in, “Let’s go get some” he whispered and so his breath fanned James’s face. He could smell the alcohol on him from twenty miles away. Sebastian rarely partied as hard, but he had recently broken up with a girl, which had hurt him severely. James laughed and pushed him back lightly, trying to get his breath away from his face.

“You need a fucking mint. Not a girl, man” James joked as Sebastian threw his arm over his shoulders as they looked through the crowd of people. “Have you seen Y/N?” He asked over the loud music.

“Saw her a few hours ago. She was heading upstairs with Brian. Even she is getting some!” James frowned and couldn’t keep his mind from drifting to the stories that people talked of Brian.

“A few hours?” He asked again, but Sebastian was too distracted eyeing some random girl to answer him.

Something grew within James that night. Perhaps it was an instinct of protection. So, since he was far from shy, he started making his way through people and up the stairs to the second floor. He dodged people and pushed them around in hopes to find her. James looked for her one last time when he was at the top of the stairs but there were so people, and Y/N was tiny, that it was useless.

He eventually gave up and walked up the stairs and towards the master bedroom. He didn’t need to search the other bedrooms because he knew Brian was too self-absorbed to settle for less than the biggest room in the house.

James stood outside the door and thought about it multiple times, but something in his gut told him to get into the room. So, he quietly opened one of the doors and found them.

Brian was holding her and not in the delicate matter that she deserved to be touched and handled. He held her by her hair and his fist was in the air, above her, ready to deliver the third blow to her face. Y/N was looking up at him, drowning in tears and blood. Her hands were trying to scratch her way out of his grip, but she was unsuccessful.

In a matter of seconds, James had gripped him by the back of his neck and had ripped him off her like a band-aid.

“What the fuck?” Brian slurred as he was thrown on the floor. James was finally able to get a better look at Y/N. He would never forget how scared and vulnerable she looked. His blood boiled and was quickly on Brian. James’s fist repeatedly met with his face and blood started splattering everywhere. Y/N cried and screamed as she tried pulling James off, Brian.

“SHIT” Sebastian's drunkenness evaporated in seconds as soon as he walked in. There was blood everywhere and not only from Brian and James but also Y/N’s. Her dress straps were down, and the bottom was riddled up to her waist. Her throat was red from the marks made by his tight grip on her. She had arrived in a tan bodycon dress, but now it had a huge strain covering the front and it had been overly stretched by Brian’s brutality.

Sebastian was finally able to get James off, Brian, but not without breaking a sweat.

“Enough” He yelled as he helped him off the floor. “Look at Y/N. She needs us more than ever” James looked up and noticed the crying mess that Y/N was and how broken she was.

“Is he breathing?” James asked as he approached Y/N slowly not wanting to startle her or scare her.

Sebastian kneeled down by Brian and checked that he was still breathing before nodding back at James, who was taking his jacket off just so he could take his shirt off too. He gathered it up and pressed it against her broken nose then pulled on the jacket to cover his naked torso.

“Fuck baby” he hissed as he watched her wince, “What has he done to you?” He whispered as his eyes watered, hoping that it hadn’t happened before. James and Sebastian didn’t expect an answer from her. They just helped her to pull her dress down and pull the straps of her dress up.

“Please take me home” She begged between hiccups. James nodded but stood back. He felt too dirty of his blood to be able to touch her. Sebastian wrapped an arm over Y/N’s shoulder and protected her body as they both escorted her out of the party. James also gave deadly stares to anyone that looked with the intention of asking what had happened.

“How could this happen?” James whispered to Sebastian after they had comfortably settled Y/N in the back of the car and made sure that she was able to lie down. Sebastian sighed and ran his hands through his air. Still very perplexed by the situation. “God only knows what he would’ve done to her if we hadn’t walked in” he mumbled as he started the car.

“I don’t even want to think about it” Sebastian shook his head, hating the evident pain that Brian had caused Y/N. They could tell that Y/N would never fully recover from it.

Sebastian picked her up and carried her upstairs after parking in her apartment. James made sure to prepare her a bath and they both helped her get her feet in the bath before leaving her to her own privacy. They all took their own independent showers and scrubbed their skin until it was red in the hopes that it would wash away the memories too.

“Hi,” James gave her a small smile as he stood by the doorframe. He had thrown on some pajamas that they kept in her house since freshman year.

Most of the lights were already off, except for the light that the TV emitted and her bedside lamp.

“How bad is it?” He asked just as Sebastian sat down by the feet of the bed. She wore a set of matching pajamas; her pair was wet and brushed back. Y/N was finally clean, but her nose worried her. The bruising had started forming and the blood on her lip had dried up.

“I think he broke my nose” Sebastian inhaled heavily, “It wasn’t good a noise anyway” she shrugged, knowing that her parents would probably pay for plastic surgery to get it fixed as soon as possible.

“I’ll call my dad tomorrow so he can check it out for you” Sebastian’s father was a very prestigious plastic surgeon that had applied multiple Botox injections to her mother.

“You need to get some rest.”

“Please stay with me” She was embarrassed, but she couldn’t sleep alone. Y/N made herself in the middle and cleared space for them.

James makes sure to turn off the TV and the lamp. All three lay in the darkness, but none of them said anything. However, none of them were able to catch sleep.

“Are you alright?” Sebastian asked as he grabbed Y/N’s hand.

“I don’t know” James responded and looked over at Y/N.

“You?” he asked as he ran his finger over his bruised knuckles. He knows her answer before she is able to say anything. James could tell that she wasn’t okay and that she was scared. She doesn’t respond to James but only allows the tears to stream down her cheeks. Y/N cried silently for a few minutes until a soft sob escaped her mouth.

So, James turned to his side and gathered her in his arms. None of them say anything or do anything. James just held her for hours until she cried herself to sleep from exhaustion.

Later, Sebastian woke up in the middle of the night and realized that nothing that they had lived that night had been a dream. So, he joined them and threw an arm over Y/N, hugging her and cuddling her from behind.

--> END OF FLASHBACK <---

“I thought I had made myself very clear when I told you to stay the fuck away from Y/N” James stepped up to Brian, “Were you too drunk that night to remember?”

“I could care less what you want me to do” Brian wasn’t going to walk away without causing a scene. People from the university had gathered around them and were closely listening in. Brian didn’t feel as confident to face James’s anger, but he couldn’t back down. People were watching and to Brian, his reputation mattered more.

“I swear to God that I won’t hesitate to break your fucking face in front of everyone” Their foreheads were almost touching, and Brian tried to stand tall, but James was too intimidating, “Step away and go home” he hissed.

Brian raised his eyebrow and tore his eyes from James’s stare. He noticed how many people were around them. He was considering leaving after he remembered how James had left him that night. Brian was actually lucky that James hadn’t killed him. So, he walked away, leaving them alone.

“What the hell was that?” Mitch asked completely taken back by Brian’s unfriendly behavior. “What a prick”. He laughed.

“Sorry” Y/N frowned as she finally looked up at Harry, who had released her hand midway through the altercation.

“I am James” He smiled and shook everyone’s hand, “I’ve known Y/N since birth” He added watching how uneasy Harry was. James could tell that Harry hadn’t liked something and it had been James’s closeness to Y/N. To be fair, James did have a crush on Y/N, but that was way back in high school. He now loved her, but only as a sister.

“And I am Sebastian” he smiled, “So who wants some tacos?”.

--> chapter 14

[sergeifyodorov]

I would LOVE to hear more on your thoughts about geno!

geno FUCKINGGGGG malkin why are the only ppl who still talk and think about him our beautiful pens rpfers when he is still out there RIGHT NOW putting up 70 points a year with 0.5 knees and 30 games of a competent linemate in the last two seasons ...

anyway there is a serious answer for this. xenophobia ! it's always just been plain old xenophobia b/c "evgeni malkin" is a very very russian name and geno doesn't like to talk to media and didn't for a long time speak particularly good english* (*in public appearances) and well. when you have a temperamental russian guy as thee literal teammate of the canadian model of good boy-ness in sidcros then well. he's just some geno idccccc

-> that and the trouble of his initial crossing to america + the fact that he asked for more money in aav than sid did AND that sid is better is all a perfect storm of like. "malkin = not that good" sentiment.

when he IS that good. being better than sidcros is a fucking TASK like. you don't even need two hands to sum up the ppl on that list ok ... gretzky lemieux mcdavid jagr. jagr also really suffered from the same kind of "non-canadian + top 5 all time canadian teammate" as geno does LOL because i will also see ppl not put him up on this list but im getting out of hand here BACK TO GENO

here's a list of players almost-38 year old injury-plagued malkin has a higher points-per-game than:

jaromir jagr!

mitch marner

alexander ovechkin

david pastrnak

MARK MESSIER

mats sundin

paul kariya

pavel bure

jean beliveau

brett + bobby hull

COUNTLESS OTHERS

here's a list of players who have had more points in a single playoff run than geno did in 2009

wayne gretzky

mario lemieux

connor mcdavid

paul coffey

... not a very long list innit.

ANYWAY geno 4 evar... he's a first ballot hall of famer and a player we should all be so lucky to watch be dramatic as long as we have him.

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nhl.com staff writer mike zeisberger and tsn analyst craig button on mitch's accolades in relation to his status as the biggest upcoming unrestricted free agent in the league this summer (article published march 10th, 2025)

"since entering the nhl in 2016, [mitch marner] ranks eighth in the league with 718 points ... over that same span, not only does marner have the most regular-season points as a maple leaf, no toronto player has more in the stanley cup playoffs than his 50."

"this guy has been a brilliant player for the toronto maple leafs. he's been a first-team all-star right wing, selke trophy finalist. all he does is perform in every critical area."

"I don't get why the toronto maple leafs have to consider not having him, because you're not going to find many better players available. in fact, you're not going to find any better players than mitch marner."

full transcript under the cut

having covered marner throughout his entire nhl career to date, the feeling here is he's absorbed an unfair amount of criticism in his time with the maple leafs.

that's an opinion open to debate.

here are facts that aren't.

since entering the nhl in 2016, he ranks eighth in the league with 718 points (215 goals, 503 assists), just six fewer than sidney crosby. the seven players ahead of him: [connor] mcdavid, leon draisaitl, nathan mackinnon, nikita kucherov, artemi panarin, david pastrnak and crosby. a legitimate argument can be made all will be in the hockey hall of fame one day.

over that same span, not only does marner have the most regular-season points as a maple leaf, no toronto player has more in the stanley cup playoffs than his 50 (11 goals, 39 assists). sure, he deserves his share of scrutiny for the fact the franchise has won only one postseason series in his career, but why marner's often been a disproportioned target of blame from the outside for that lack of success has been head-scratching, considering he's received more heat than the likes of auston matthews, william nylander and morgan rielly, his teammates throughout the run.

marner's resume includes being selected to the nhl all-rookie team in 2017, the first all-star team in 2021 and 2022, and all-star game appearances in 2020, 2023 and 2024. he sees time on the power play and penalty kill and was a finalist for the selke trophy as the league's top defensive forward in 2023.

marner's also a local kid who grew up in this area dreaming of playing for the maple leafs. yet when he signed a six-year, $65.358 million deal ($10.9 million aav) on sept. 19, 2019, he was chastised in certain circles in southern ontario for not taking a hometown discount, criticism former calgary flames gm craig button, now an analyst with tsn, considers to be ludicrous.

"listen, I should start calling him 4-m: 'much maligned mitch marner,'" button said on tsn after marner's postgame meeting with the media saturday [march 8, 2025]. "this guy has been a brilliant player for the toronto maple leafs. he's been a first-team all-star right wing, selke trophy finalist. all he does is perform in every critical area."

toronto coach craig berube seems to agree, judging by his comments when asked about treliving's alleged asking of marner if the no-movement would be lifted.

"I have no idea about that stuff," berube told reporters in denver. "that is all 'tree.' mitch is playing. he is here playing for the leafs. I am glad he is here playing for the leafs."

button said, "I think people should listen to what berube just said -- 'I'm really happy he's playing for the leafs' -- because this player has been so good.

"even when he signed that (2019) contract, people still (questioned him). I think he's outperformed that contract. he's been brilliant under that contract. and certainly now, him being a pending unrestricted free agent, there's going to be lots of teams interested in him. the toronto maple leafs should be the first team interested in him because I'll tell you what will happen ... you don't have mitch marner, you'll be looking for a player like mitch marner; somebody who drives play in every significant area and is still a young player.

"I don't get it. I don't get why the toronto maple leafs have to consider not having him, because you're not going to find many better players available. in fact, you're not going to find any better players than mitch marner."

[austronauts]

we need to talk about mitch’s interview on 32 thoughts can u please gather around

first of all mitch sounds so congested it’s no wonder he’s always sneef snorfing

i’ve never heard mitch sound more articulately authoritative than when talking about the evolution of building in fortnite (also jeff and elliotte enthusiastically guffawing in reaction to mitch talking about fortnite LIKE THEY HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT HE MEANS lmao)

apparently the leafs teammate he plays the most video games with is RYAN REAVES. for about an hour and a half after leafs games to unwind. REAVO. and MITCH. mitch also made sure to point out that reavo has TWO KIDS and is a busy father bc of course he did. “this busy working father of two still makes time after a long grueling workday for me :3” mitchell marner do u hear urself?

also u know how uncles hate mitch bc he plays video games and wears hats and hits the griddy instead of benching testosterroni pizza at the gym to get swole, and they had hopes that reavo would bully mitch into growing tf up and being a MAN - well. the reavo in question is dialed in on CoD with mitch marner rn taking out NPC’s. lol and lmao even

mitch mentions zeus so many times like. so many times. he also takes the time to explain “zeus, my chocolate lab” as if every human and dog in canada don’t already know mitch’s dog is a chocolate lab named zeus.

he mentions his dog so much i got confused when mitch started talking about “the dogg” aka nathan mackinnon bc i was like wait zeus did what now

his story about him and nate at biosteel camp had me GIGGLING bc you can so see nate doing exactly this: “i skated with [nate] at biosteel camp a couple of yrs ago. i didn't make a play to him & you would've thought it was an olympic gold medal game based on how he was talking to me on the bench. i was like 'nate. we're sitting here at this camp. what do you want me to do?’”

obviously i know mitch and nate are fond of each other (the dynamics of which in itself are so funny to me)

but i just love how nate has been like: ohhhh tiny nerdy mitch i wish i could kidnap him and take him to colorado what a great little marns

and then mitch is like: that man is insane!! he yelled at me!!!!!!!

mitch got all modest and shy when asked what it would be like to be on a line with nate representing canada in the olympics and demurred like “ohhhh gosh 🥹🥺 well first i have to make the team and it would just be an HONOUR to be chosen for such a thing 🥹🥺 im just little ole me” like…first of all ok girl we all know ur gonna be there

[couldawouldashoulda50]

Does loren go to any of the playoff games? (:

Oh, yes, she's absolutely there. It's a funny thing between them—that she often forgets the “who” that William is: the rather famous, long-tenured player on the Toronto Maple Leafs. And he, in turn, forgets the “what” that Loren is: a longtime fan of the team.

That duality enhances and alters how they move around each other, especially this time of year. He’s a touch more controlled—not in a cold way, but focused. Locked in. She gets it. She’s busy enough herself that he has the space if he needs more of it—but most of the time, she’s getting a sweet little text. Almost a sext, really. Just a casual “you coming back tonight?” with his usual heart-on-fire emoji that makes her smile in the middle of whatever she’s doing.

With this being her first playoff series as his significant other, the main topic (outside of either team and all the scenarios of possible outcomes) are the WAG jackets. She nearly collapsed with absolute giddiness when hers first arrived - and when she modeled it for herself, she swore the past year plus flashed before her eyes. She had to centre herself again - her cheeks burning with sheer awe of seeing herself in that jacket as she giggled and covered her face with her hands.

Jesus Christ, Loren....really....what the fuck she thought as she chuckled at herself.

When William asked to see it on her, she was legitimately beyond fucking nervous. She stepped out of the closet - just a pair of jeans, a light t-shirt and the jacket with his name on it.

With her neck all hot and blotchy from her nerves, William's smile bloomed across his face. He never even had to say how she looked in it - she felt it, the way he looked at her, brought her in close against him and kissed all the hot spots on her throat.

The jacket was a big deal to both of them. So much so that Loren asked if she could forego wearing it in public and keep it strictly for his eyes only.

William didn’t even hesitate. He just smiled and kissed her lips softly. He understood what she meant and he appreciated the spirit of what she was saying.

To her, some things weren’t meant to be seen by everyone.

Instead, she dabbed on his cologne right where the pendant he gave her rested—a small white gold 88 from when they clinched the Atlantic Division, with a floating sapphire in the top of each eight and a diamond at the bottom. She kissed it softly as he stepped out for warmups for Game One. It became her little ritual during the moments where she hoped he'd feel the energy and the vibes from the entire fanbase circling around him and the team.

The first game of the series, she sat in the upper reds with her parents. Her mom nearly pulled her arm off with the first goal. Loren thought for sure her mom was going to pass out with Mitch's breakaway goal. Her mom screamed until she was almost hoarse after JT's goal, assisted by William.

Then seconds after a face-off, Loren and her mother grasped onto each other as William quickly shot it on net and scored, making it 4-1.

Sylvain simply beamed. But when he saw William in the midst of a scrum, while watching his wife go feral and his daughter's expression a mix of lustful admiration tinged with worry, he felt a deep pride for William for sticking up for his teammate.

Game Two was just as exciting—maybe even more so, as her date was none other than Gary. She had secured the accessible ticket long ago and surprised him one evening when she stopped in on her way home from William’s. Her shifts had become more sporadic, and Gary had definitely felt the effects of the long, dark, snow-heavy winter - all without seeing his favourite worker as frequently.

Gary certainly would have been disappointed had the Leafs not won in OT, but he had loved every moment of the game, impressing Loren with a barrage of new chirps for Brady Tkachuk and his team.

It wasn't long after dropping Gary off safe and sound that Loren received a sweet little text from William asking if she could come back to his that night, despite the time, while promising to let her sleep in if she did.

She smiled - how could she not go back.

It's William fucking Nylander.

She could sleep when she's dead.

[eyes-above--the-waves]

My current Mitch Marner stream of consciousness rant is that it's kind of insane to me to see how the narratives can shift SO QUICKLY, not just within the fanbase but through the journalistic lenses as well.

Like, ask anyone about him before the Playoffs started when he had just reached 100 points and was the best player on the team, and the idea was that the Leafs would definitely find a way to sign him and everybody wanted him to stay. People were even saying that he deserved to be paid the same as Matthews.

Even after the 1st Round, there wasn't really any negativity about his contract. Now, though? 5 games deep into Round 2, we're back to the doomer, "Marner won't stay" or "The Leafs should let him walk" or "he's not even worth 8 million" narratives. And, over what? 1, maybe 2 games where the whole team was subpar?

People really have the memory of a goldfish, like are just forgetting what he did in the series against Ottawa, or even the first 2-3 games against Florida????

Even the talk around Carolina requesting him at the deadline for Rantanen has changed. At the time, it was "they asked, Marner said no because he wanted to stay" and now it's "they asked, Marner said no because wanted more money. the Leafs should had forced him".

Even with all the negativity that other players on this team face, it NEVER gets this bad. It will always go back to people thinking that Mitch Marner is selfish and greedy and a locker room cancer, which is INSANE to me considering that every single person and their dog has refuted that narrative. Even Brad Marchand has said nice things about Mitch Marner. Jon Cooper loves him. Every current teammate, every former teammate, every rival teammate, every coach, assistant coach, equipment manager and arena mascot cannot help but say nice things about Mitch Marner, so it confuses me to no end how he has become the villain.

Rant over.

[scoringeffects]

NEED to read a natemac cmd fic kind of desperately now. Um. also thinking about the people connecting them… off the top of my head, sidcros, tyson barrie, mitch marner? like. cmd in cole harbor like I Am Here To See Sid. Uh. Definitely The Only Reason. ALSOOO weren’t they on that one golf trip together with sidcros and marner too???

GUYS. i cant believe we forgot. team north america. they were actually teammates at some point. also according to my personal favourite nhl related site hockey teammates notable shared teammates, outside of tbarrie, include: aaron ekblad (more 1oa connections and such, via tna), am34 (see aaron ekblad), nail yakupov (rip), our beloved rnh (on tna, more 1oa angst and such, something something rnh seeing how connor is w leon and then how he is w natemac at the world cup and then having a sit down with him), jeichel, JODROU ! (team north america i miss u every single day, something something jodrou having a sit down w natemac 'we broke up three years ago bud either fuck mcdavid or stop flirting with him for all our sakes'), calvin pickard, and also burakovsky and macdermid who were both on the otters w connor and the avs w nate

ALSO. somehow over the years nate's turned into connor's most consistent hook up (they were messing about during tna, spilled over into the regular season - not every time they played each other because sometimes they really do have to dip out the city as soon as they've taken their skates off, but nearly every time, and the all star game is. well. like sure, its entirely for fans and to make money but watching connor win fastest skater year on year... sometimes the competancy kink wins out over the competitiveness) and OBVIOUSLY. this changes during the 2022 playoff series (connor has some misplaced blame in the anger/disapointment post-ecf (probably knows it's misplaced but wallows in his misery), airs nate's texts and calls and the tiktoks and tweets he sends him entirely, cannot think about him without thinking about how much pain leon was in during that series, can't watch him lift the cup, can't watch him be so fucking proud of cale, without feeling sick with jealousy, and obviously someone (rnh/tbarrie..?) notices how he's so weird about it all and connor's insistent that it has nothing to do w how they were hooking up ('it's not just hooking up if it's been going on since 2016, connor' 'what else would you call it?' 'the most annoying courtship ive ever had to witness. i just got here from the leafs, connor') and that he can in fact be super normal just in general and maybe this is the natural end of their situationship ('you are way too old to be using words like 'situationship', tyson' 'who just got asked about their biological clock, connor') and its fine. really) AND THEN sid extends an invitation to connor (and to leon becuase lbr sidcros INVENTED the hockey boybestfriends who cant do anything without each other) to train at gary's that summer and connor accepts a bit too quickly knowing he'll have to sweet talk it to his agent a bit because he did agree to biosteel like, six months ago, but cmon it's sid! and in the euphoria of training at gary's (max. 20 people) instead of biosteel (half the damn gta) it slips his mind that cole harbour's second son will also be there until leon reminds him when he facetimes him. ('are you sure training with crosby is worth seeing your ex for half the summer?' 'dylan's at biosteel' '...' 'leon i have got to quit the nhl. he's not even my ex.'). ANYWAY. training at gary's also involves jonathan drouin and it's fun for connor to see what nate's like around someone he really does care about, instead of, say, a fuckbuddy and leon notices him be so fucking weird about drouin and connor's watching sidney freaking crosby and brad freaking marchand do puck battle drills in nova freaking scotia when he realises he might actually have a crush on nathan mackinnon. who's flirting with jo drouin so aggressively connor has half a mind to send a text into the old erie group chat sincerely apologising for when he was clumsily trying to flirt with dylan. (leon tells him later that helping jo with his wristshot is not actually flirting, because helping someone with thier job is not flirting, and connor mortifyingly realises that all those times leon wanted help with his stick dangles back in hte day he was not flirting. leon also tells him that he has got to get his jealously under control before jo notices, because he really doesn't deserve to get caught in all this, connor). something something eventually jo does talk to him and ends up asking if he's with leon 'out of curiosity, you guys seem close' and connor can't help himself but ask similarly about nate -> 'we messed around as kids, years and years ago, but he, uh, has his eye on someone' -> connor pretends he isnt crushed about it, because he's not, obviously, and just because nate's been connor's most consistent hook up definately doesnt mean that connor was nate's, and connor can kind of only assume it's cale, or quite literally anyone else in the denver area (is there a greater denver area? it's not really connor's bussiness to know, anymore or ever, really) -> connor and nate FINALLY. talk

maybe at the fated golf trip w sid and mitch? mitch is making nate laugh and giggle and connor realises he has it really fucking bad when he thinks that he wants to be hte one to make nate laugh like that. jesus christ -> ends up coming last by an insanely large margin -> after nate's like let me make you feel better, and they havent done this since the regular season, and jo told him that nate likes someone, and connor just, can't, be a convenient hook up for him anymore, because he knows the way these things go and he knows that the smart thing to do is to quit while youre ahead and failing that, pull the parachute when you're falling, not when youre crashing into the ocean, and nate thinks. either he can respect that, and that's fine, or he can push, just a little, because it's connor and he's pretty sure he's been a bit in love with him since team north america (and tyson has a tendancy to tell him that he falls in love with his friends as easy as breathing, but it's a different type with connor, because he loves cale, he loves gabe, he loves EJ and tyson and jo, and yeah sure he's a little bit in love with all of them, but connor he's wholly in love with, so much so that he doesnt really know what to do with himself, doesn't know what to do when he sees oilers admin post clips of him, leon and tyson messing around, or when he sees him and ekblad turn back into sixteen year olds with eachother or when he sees the way he sticks to leon's side like there's nowhere else he can be, wants to accept that he wouldnt even crack top ten of connor's list of people he cares a lot about, but.) anwya. -> nate pushes a bit connor thinks nate knows? and has known the entire camp and gets a bit upset about it -> nate literally just found out now. world changed. stunned. tyson cannot find out for at least a year. he owes cale a slushie (cale, who was there at the all star game. cale who shoved him in connor's direction when they were all at the bar and told him to stop making eyes at him if he wasn't intending on picking him up). -> they get together ♥️ eventually.

[cuteandhughesy]

3. “we really shouldn’t” “so?” with anthony stolarz

he def seems like the type of guy who’d be ur brothers teammate and you’d sleep with him behind ur brothers back 😶

prompt no.3: “we really shouldn’t.” “so?”

your brother mitch has always been protective. you’re his younger sister, two years younger than him, and have always been super kind and naive. from a young age, he saw the way people took advantage of you and felt that it was his responsibility to keep you safe.

when you got a bit older and started dating, mitch’s protectiveness got worse. no boy was good enough, even when they were. he would drive boys away with menacing looks and what he called ‘stern talkings’…which are also known as threats.

eventually when you convinced your brother to chill the fuck out a little bit and let you work things out on your own, he was surprisingly compliant.

under one circumstance.

you can’t date his friends, and you certainly can’t date his teammates.

and you could live with that. most of mitch’s friends where your friends, and you didn’t see them in that way. and when mitch started getting more serious about hockey, he barley went out or had his teammates come over, so you never even met most of them. steph would ask all the time if you wanted to come to games, but you weren’t really interested at that point in your life.

“maybe you’ll find a guy,” she used to tease, winking at you discreetly in the dim light of the living room.

you always responded the same way, “im not into hockey players.”

when mitch made it to the nhl, you started going to games more often. you got to drink beers that mitch was paying for, and chat with steph about school and boys without the prying ears of your brother and your family. it was epic.

as the years passed, mitch never strayed from his dating rule or protectiveness over you.

you never planned on rebuking mitch’s dating rule until anthony stolarz waltzed into toronto with a summer tan and a perfect smile. he’s older than you—mature but doesn’t take himself too seriously. anthony introduced himself to you with a playful and intriguing gleam, and it instantly had you feeling things.

and your sister-in-law knows it too, because anytime mitch brings up anthony or if the net minder is in the same room as you, she’s wiggling her brows at you and grinning like the devil. you hate her.

and it’s fine, you think. it’s just a stupid crush on a new, older man. you’ll get over it. it’s not reciprocated.

expect it’s totally reciprocated, and after too many glasses of wine and access to a private bathroom at some bar after an important win, you and anthony hook up. and it doesn’t just end there. you have sex often…and kiss and go on dates even more frequently.

you find yourself in a secret relationship, and at the same time, betraying your older brother. slowly it becomes harder to keep a secret, and the people in your life start noticing something between you and the newest leaf goal tender.

it starts with steph who simply just knows you too well. she straight up just asks you, and you blurted it out like you physically couldn’t hold it in any longer. steph smirked and said, ‘I fucking knew it.’

next came auston matthews, one of mitch’s closest friends and teammates, walks in on you and anthony making out like teenagers in a guest bathroom. to be fair, you didn’t look the door. and it was also in auston’s house. you rushed out after the goal scorer once he slammed the door shut, lips glistening and eyes frantic, begging him not to say anything.

auston just laughed and said, ‘don’t worry kid, your secret is safe with me.’

your parents knew, and your closest friends knew (mostly leaf wags who you sworn to secrecy). your blossoming relationship with anything started to feel more real, and you certainly got more comfortable.

so yeah, you may of had four too many beers at the game. and yeah, when you see your boyfriend walking out of the leafs dressing room, looking divine after a win in his suit and damp hair, you just want to act normal and be able to go up to your boyfriend.

it wasn’t uncommon for you to wait in the tunnels with steph for mitch after games, especially when you’ve all driven to the rink together. anthony would always smile at you when he catches your eyes—a little too sexy for trying to be discrete—but you never pushed those boundaries besides some eye playful eye tag. not when mitch could walk out.

but once again, you’re well passed tipsy and you just want to love up on your man like all the other wags get to. before you can even think about it, you’re moving, searching out anthony—heels clicking on the floor as you make your way through the crowd.

anthony’s talking to morgan, completely unaware of the way your striding towards him—not until you’re right in front of him and morgan. you wrap your hand around anthony’s bicep, blinking up at him with glassy eyes.

“hi,” you beam, glossy lips tempting him in ways you’ll never understand.

anthony swallows, eyes squinting in amusement. he shoots a glance at morgan, who is just stifling laughter like he knows—god damn it tessa. “hi,” he parrots.

“missed you,” you whine, pushing up onto the toes of your heeled boots and pucker your lips, “can I have a kiss?”

anthony laughs, rubbing the back of his neck while his eyes subtly scanning the room—checking if anyone is watching. morgan has slipped away from you now, and there’s only a few lingering bodies left in the tunnel. he sees steph, eyeing you both sneakily. which means mitch is still here.

“we really shouldn’t.” he mumbles. despite his words, anthony lets his hand wrap around your waist, keeping you against his chest to steady the drunk sway you have going on. slowly, he licks along his bottom lip, “your brother could catch us.”

“so?” you huff, pushing even further up his body. “just a quick kiss.” you say. you’re too happy on wine and in love to think about your brothers stupid rule right now. you couldn’t care less about anything besides your gigantic sexy boyfriend—who is grinning down at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

and you are. more than the nhl. more than the stanley cup. more than breathing.

quickly, anthony leans down, free hand enclosing on the side of your face as he tilts your head up, connecting your lips together.

the kiss doesn’t last nearly as long as you need it to, and you whine pathetically when anthony pulls away from your lips. you’re not caught, thankfully, and that only makes you want to kiss him over and over again.

“i’ll see you later, kay?” anthony whispers softly, talking his hand off your hips.

you nod, taking your bottom lip between your teeth and dropping back down to your heels. “love you.”

“love you too.”

[mxaether]

Same anon from the other night asking about how to get into hockey (I'm from Ottawa and I'm never going to escape so I figure I might as well embrace it). So the real question is - who's the most fuckable player. Who has the best AO3 page. Please help me I saw a hot man start a fight on TV today against my will and it lives rent free in my head (I think he's a meme now? He made a crying face idk why that's funny).

ohhhhh yeah you’re definitely cooked, especially now that ottawa has made playoffs for the first time in like, about forever!

you were experiencing Tom Wilson from the washington capitals and THATS EXTREMELY VALID. lmao. (he is from toronto, very large, and kind of like a pit bull. loves his boys. very easy to rile up and get into a fight. he was making fun of the habs for crying. he also started a bench brawl)

as for who is the most fuckable — PHEW. the problem with that is the league is 100 years old and 32 fully rostered teams, baby. this is a buffet that keeps on giving every year.

one (me? maybe?) would argue that it’s probably sidney crosby. fat ass, amazing legs, a tendency to wrestle men onto the ice (sometimes by the back of their neck) and a 20 year long career. so you know he’s gonna have range.

i’d say he’s got a plethora of fic to comb through.

but when it comes to BEST ao3 page? damn. that’s tough to bank on.

the top hrpf ship for a long long time was a pair of players that are currently split - (i’m fairly certain it was/has been jonathan toews/patrick kane) and they’re both from the chicago shall-not-be-named (let’s go hawks for ease) and there’s a lot of really not great drama and issues from both those players and that franchise that makes the ship kind of tough to navigate/get into rn. and also, frankly, i just do not think pkane is hot whatsoever. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i think the best thing to do is decide what kind of flavour you’re looking for. linsky was one of my first hrpf stops outside of my direct friends, and has a great range of pairings to browse through. you’ve got the aforementioned hawks boys, bennguin (seguin/benn of the dallas stars), 1634 (mitch/auston of the leafs), nicojack (Nico/Jack of the devils), WillMack (of the sharks) and more. a great jump off point imo.

flavourswise; hrpf narratives come in a bit of everything. you can get your rivals/lovers in Sid and Ovi, and Draisaitl/Tkachuk. You can get lovers/strangers/lovers in McDavid/Strome. You can soulmates torn apart in Zegras/Drysdale, or even Konecny/Patrick. Soulmates connected at all times in 1634, McDavid/Draisaitl, WillMack…. and even worse: hrpf comes pre loaded with: We Were childhood best friends, strangers, rivals, teammates. A really good example of that is MacKinnon/Drouin.

and don’t forget, everything has aus galore. you got werewolves, magical realism, you got kidfic, baristas, university students. you got f1 drivers, medieval settings, heist fics. basically everything and anything you can imagine.

I chose an initial blorbo i imprinted on (Mitch, big blue eyes and beautiful sunshine. the kind of boy who was treated terribly and therefore tries to make everyone else smile. draws smiles on his gloves to remind himself to have fun because he loves hockey), and i dove in from there.

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nah cuz if mitch finds out while keeping theyre still a secret he’d totally let him hang out at his house hut he’d crash it all the time asking for the latest updates and what not and steph would have to drag him out by his ear

I wanna go more into depth about Billie and Steph now icl

and he literally dies because he can’t tell anyone or else Steph will kill him if she learns that he has told one of his teammates.

It’s one of the first times that Matthew comes over. And he is actually there to apologise for the fight that they had.

Matty told her to stop being such a brat and it broke out into a full blown fight between them in the locker room.

Billie is low-key a mess because she’s hurt.

She actually really started to enjoy his company, she began to crave it.

Yet here he was throwing it back in her face days before she was ready to tell him how she felt.

So it’s safe to say that she’s shocked when she opens her curtains to see Matthew stood on her balcony “how did you get up here?” Billie helps him into her room because he is gripping at the ledge in front of her.

Matty can see that her eyes are red clearly from crying “god I was an asshole.” He sighs drying her cheeks with his thumbs “I didn’t mean it.” His words rang through her ears.

Under the moonlight that shone through the window she looked more beautiful than she ever had. So even as he let his apology run out of his mouth all he could think about was her.

Her lips.

Her eyes.

Her.

So eventually his mouth stopped moving and his hands stayed on your cheeks “kiss me Matt.” Billie let her voice go soft as it gently flowed into his ears.

Matthew didn’t need to be told twice as his lips went to hers making them melt into each other “Billie!” A scream came from her door making them both pull away from each other.

Mitch stood at the now open door as they hadn’t heard the knock at the door. Mitch made the habit of saying Goodnight to her even if she was asleep.

Steph heard the noise and now Mitch was just stood there in shock “oh my god!” Steph had been in her room literally comforting her hours before Matty landed up in her room.

But she also quickly remembered just who was stood with Billie “let’s go downstairs?” She turns her attention to her husband “but-” before Mitch can complain he is stopped.

Steph just shuts Billies bedroom door smirking because she knows that’s she is going to be getting a full update tomorrow when they wake up.

What Billie hasn’t realised is that she’s still so close to Matty, and she doesn’t move away either.

[unabashegirl]

Different 2 | College HS

Harry's quiet, routine-driven life changes one weekend when he meets Y/N through a mutual friend at her party. She comes from a superficial, materialistic world with absent parents who believe money solves everything. Despite their differences, something clicks that night, and Y/N can't stop thinking about him.

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“Harry!” Mitch barged into the quiet library. Some laughed at him, while others shushed him.

“Quiet, please! Mr. Styles, please remove yourself and your friend if you can’t keep your friend in order.” Harry frowned and began gathering his books and notes. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him, so he kept his head down as he exited the room, with Mitch following closely behind.

“What do you want?!” Harry demanded as he made his way toward his dorm in search of some quiet.

“She is playing today,” Mitch almost yelled, wearing a big smile. “She is one of the captains of the soccer team.” Harry held his breath as he listened to the news. He felt his hands getting damp and moist. The mere thought of her being so close to him made him nervous.

“So?” He brushed it off, trying his best to act like he didn’t care or hadn’t been thinking about her the last couple of days. “What do you want me to do?”

“We have to go to the game and see her, fucktard,” Mitch insisted as they left the building. “Come on! I saw the way you looked at her! I know you like her.”

“She has a boyfriend!” Harry snapped back.

“Who?” Mitch stopped him, “That Brian guy?” Mitch laughed heavily, throwing his head back, only irritating Harry even more.

“Emma told me all about him. They used to date, and he is still hung up on her, but she is done with him. Emma told me that Y/N thinks he is too superficial.” Harry sighed, running his hands through his hair. The last thing he wanted was to get his hopes up. “Let’s go to her game!” Mitch repeated, “Come on! I am not asking you to propose to her.”

“Fine, but can you shut the fuck up about it already?” He needed some silence, just so he could pull himself together before seeing her again. She probably doesn’t remember us, he wondered. Harry had always thought Y/N was the type of girl who had multiple friends yet never remembered their names, and he felt like his name had been long forgotten.

They went back to their dorm and worked for a few hours before heading to the fields.

“I had no idea so many people came to these games,” Harry pointed out as they walked up the bleachers.

"Everyone is here to watch a bunch of girls running around in shorts.” Just as Mitch shared, the teams entered. Harry’s eyes instantly scanned the sea of girls in search of her. He spotted her running up while pulling her hair into a messy ponytail. She stood by her coach, who seemed to be having a conversation with one of her teammates.

Y/N was happy. She enjoyed playing soccer. It had first started as a hobby and before high school ended it had developed into something more. She spoke to the rest of the team. They nudged one another and laughed. That was until the coach approached all of them. The entire team quieted down and started trailing behind her.

“I would do her,” Ezra Hart mumbled to his friend. He was known for playing with girls and using his good looks to get away with things. He was on the men’s soccer team. Harry had known him for years. They had even gone to the same high school.

The game quickly began. The players began moving fast. Everyone was yelling, and the referee kept blowing his whistle.

Y/N was receiving passes and placing the ball center, but at the same time, everyone was going after her. At one point, they kicked her and threw her on the floor. The referee whistled and pulled a yellow card on the opposing team.

It was a free kick and Y/N was taking it. Harry had clenched fists by his sides. He was nervous for her. The referee whistled and Y/N kicked the ball.

She scored.

Half-time came around and Harry watched as Y/N ran in their direction.

“Hey!” She smiled and kneeled by them. “Hey Mitch.” He smiled at her widely.

“You are doing great out there,” Mitch complimented her. “You are kicking ass.”

“Good. I am happy you are entertained,” she giggled and turned her attention to Harry. “Could you wait for me after the game? I need to ask you something.” Harry simply nodded, not being able to put the right words together. She gave them one last smile before running back to the bench.

“Styles!” Ezra Hart called out. Harry looked up at him, slightly intimidated by him. In high school, Ezra would embarrass him in front of everyone, and things hadn’t changed that much since. “Where do you know her from?” He scowled as his friends stood behind him for support.

“Met her at a party,” Harry shrugged and turned his attention back to the game.

“That makes no fucking sense. Are you fucking her?” His friends laughed, “Nah, there is no way. You probably get too nervous and can’t even get it up.”

Harry pulled on the strings of his hoodie, trying to shield himself from the laughs and comments.

Y/N played with the same rhythm but didn’t score any more goals. Roughly twenty minutes before the game ended, she got substituted. She sat down on the bench and started taking off her cleats and shin guards.

The game finally came to an end with the home team taking the victory. Y/N disappeared but quickly reappeared with her gym bag and a coat.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled as they all walked towards the parking lot. “Are you alright?” Y/N could sense that his mood had changed. Harry gave her a quick nod and tried his best to give her a reassuring smile. “I don’t usually do this, but I wanted to know if I could have your phone number.” Harry stopped walking and faced her.

“Y-you do?” Harry stuttered, not believing what he had just heard. Y/N giggled and nodded simultaneously, leading him toward her car. “But—” he stopped himself, trying to keep all the negative thoughts out of his head.

Y/N threw her bag on the backseat, then leaned against the side of her car.

“But what?” She frowned, “Is there anything wrong?” Y/N asked innocently in a soft and sweet tone that could bring any man to his knees.

“N-no,” he shook his head and reached back, taking his phone from his back pocket. Harry handed his phone to Y/N so she could type her number.

“Do you need a ride to your dorm?” she asked as she typed his number on hers now.

“No. Mitch will walk with me.” Harry looked around for him, but he couldn’t spot him.

“Just get in the car, silly!” she said, getting in. Harry nodded and quietly got in.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” Y/N asked as she stopped at the first red light. Harry shook his head as he tried his best to be confident. “Are you sure? Because that’s the last thing I want.”

“I am fine,” he bit down his lip and turned to look at her. Her hair had started slipping out of her ponytail, but it didn’t matter because her facial complexity always kept her looking stunning. “Does that hurt?” Harry pointed to her scraped knee.

“Not really. The skin is just a bit sore,” she ran her hand over it.

“It was a rough knock,” he pointed out, remembering how they had kicked her off her feet.

“Here, right?” Y/N asked as she pulled up to his dorm. She had asked around, and they had told her where he lived. It had been a bit stalker-ish, but it hadn’t been with bad intentions.

“Thank you for the ride, Y/N.” She really didn’t need to do that. It was a short walk from the fields to the dorms. Although Y/N knew it was cold, and it had already gotten dark. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay with her. Harry could listen to her speak for hours, yet he knew that she was a busy girl. “Could you do me a favor?” he asked as he got out of the car.

“Sure!”

“Can you please text me when you get home?”

“I—I mean if you want. You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he babbled.

“I will, don’t worry,” she said just before he shut the door.

“Who was that?” one of Harry’s roommates asked as he walked into the building.

“A friend.”

“Is that Y/N Y/L/N? You are friends with her?”

“Yes. She is very nice,” he muttered before heading upstairs to finish some work, take a shower, and go to sleep. He kept checking his phone, and before he shut off the lights, his phone notified him of a text.

Hey, I just got home. I am okay. Goodnight ❤️

It was simple, but it was enough to make him smile and get his heart pumping quicker.

chapter 3

[sergeifyodorov]

I know 4 nations is still a couple of months away but if you specifically were the gm choosing the roster right now, what would your team Canada look like? (I am also curious about the other teams but don’t want to overwhelm you) I always love hearing your hockey thoughts!

ooh sarahhhh LOVE this q... also lowkey thank u for only asking about Canada b/c i have not thought about the other rosters at all. to be honest

ok lets get into it

(13 F, 7 D, 3 G)

Forwards:

Already named to the roster: Sidney Crosby, Nathan MacKinnon, Brad Marchand, Connor McDavid, Brayden Point

I'm not entirely sure if I had complete control I would pick Marchand, who is both a) pretty far past his prime (even if he is one of those guys who doesn't really age like other players do) and b), not entirely That guy, but I digress. Eight more forwards to name.

Mitch Marner: Easily the best Canadian player not on this list. Since there's no salary cap for the roster and you can go wild by just picking Everyone Good, the most important note of roster construction in my mind is special teams; on any given team you should have ~2 units each of PP and PK, so eight-ish PP forwards and four-ish PK forwards. Some guys don't really do either, so it's always an extra asset to find a guy who is good at both. Mitch Marner is good at both. (And also good at basically everything else.)

Sam Reinhart: I don't like saying it, but I will

Mark Schiefele: I also don't like saying it

Dylan Strome: Here's where it gets interesting. No, I promise this is not a purely narrative choice, although I understand why one might think that. I shrimply love me a smart playmaking centre (yes his points totals are probably inflated by the Caps' really high oish% for him, but he is firmly Very Good and, even as a 4C, should be firmly considered for the 4N.)

Travis Konecny: Legitimately one of the best penalty killers in the league, and also just an all-around threat. Also also a lot of the guys who tend to be picked for 4N are natural centres (e.g. Sidney, NateMac, CMD, Pointer, Reinhart, Schiefele, and Strome are all centres) so it's nice to not have to worry in his case about if he's going to have to move to wing or not.

Connor Bedard: Oh my god I want to see what this kid can do with offensive deployment on wing and actual good teammates

John Tavares: Departing from my usual "don't pick players who are floating into their mid-thirties if you can possibly avoid it" to say that Guys. Johnnifer is still Good. Like, still really good. Chugging along at a point a game and very, very good in the faceoff dot (58%) type of good.

Seth Jarvis: Also firmly underrated IMHO; just because he is a little guy and a bit of a dork doesn't mean we shouldn't, like, remember that He's Good. Because he is.

Reserves: Steven Stamkos (always a power-play threat), Mat Barzal (competent teammates question part 2), Claude Giroux (we all know what his deal is)

Defencemen:

Already named to the roster: Cale Makar

Oh, boy, are we not great at this whole "developing defencemen" thing. Let's see who we can put together.

Josh Morrissey: Basically Morgan Rielly but a little better, I think? Solid shooter, Of-D, etc etc.

Thomas Chabot: Severely undernoticed considering that the Sens have been shit and ass the entire time he's played there. Not his fault, though. Also there's no other Francophones on this list I feel so we should really fix that. What IS Quebec Doing?

Brandt Clarke: Okay, we can have a little "developing defencemen." As a treat.

Evan Bouchard: Why are you booing me? I'm right.

Chris Tanev: Chris Tanev

Brandon Montour: There are probably one or two better options but I like him more TO BE HONEST. Picking the forwards is like a careful examination of PK ability and faceoff percentages and primary points per minute. Picking defencemen has been entirely vibes. I'm very, very sure the L and R balance is just Not There.

Reserves: Maveric Lamoureux (queb AND developing. dual threat), Devon Toews (considering literally everyone will beg for the makar-toews pairing), Shea Theodore (I guess)

Goaltenders:

Lol and Lmao, even

Logan Thompson: The man is the Capitals' starter, helped win Vegas a Cup, and is also lowkey hot sexy and hot and sexy. Starter!

Joey Daccord: Swiss, Canadian, and American, so I'm sure we could convince him to come to the dark side. (Especially since the USA has holy-fuck level goalie depth. Jake Oettinger is a third-stringer.)

Marc-Andre Fleury: Look, this forward core is good enough that it can win us a game 7-6 if we really need it to. I just think he's fun.