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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year ago

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joel farabee x f!gotham fc player

summary: sometimes media conferences are just so unbearable you're left with no choice but to immediately seek out the one person with the ability to distract you from the mess of it

warnings: swearing, fluff

word count: 3.5k

“What does a typical year look like for you in terms of where you’re going to be, where you’re planning to be, when you’re not playing soccer or training?”

You looked down at the table, rolling your eyes, before looking up towards the various cameras set up in front of you. The voice that had spoken came somewhere from your right, but with the lights blaring from the cameras, you couldn’t quite make out who it was standing next to it.

The question ran through your mind, and you tried to keep a neutral face when the implications of exactly what they were talking about were clear. You’d stated before that you weren’t comfortable discussing your personal life with the media, even before the whole thing with Joel was rumoured, and despite knowing they’d come back with more pokey, invasive questions this season, it did nothing to help the swell of irritation sparking at your fingertips.

“I’m just here to talk about soccer.” You shrugged uncomfortably, eyes wearily scanning the media crowd, awaiting your next question.

As much as you loved what you did, the worst part of it was definitely having to deal with the media.

“...was wondering what your living situation is now considering Mewis was traded to the WSL?”

You sighed into the microphone, “Uh, it’s not really about soccer, but…” you breathed a laugh. You’d answer this one, though, (even though there was a hint of thinly veiled curiosity about exactly where you were residing and who with) mostly just because it was about Kristie, “Yeah, unfortunately I’m not living with Kristie anymore, but I managed to keep hold of the apartment here which was pretty lucky, and I wish her all the best for her future at West Ham; I know she’s gonna kill it out there.”

There was a general hum as reporters seemed to agree and nod their heads, offering smiles that were bordering dangerously between being a little condescending or pitying, before another voice cut in, this time towards the back, “There’s two more months before your season starts, is there anything in particular that you’re working on to improve your game in the off-season, or have you just been taking a break?”

“You make it seem like taking some time off is a bad thing.” You commented drily, breathing a rather uncomfortable laugh into the microphone.

“Oh, I didn’t mean it in that sense, I was just wondering what you’ve been getting up to in the off-season.”

Fuck.

You inhaled, nodding to bide your time and stall to get your words in the right order, “Yeah, I’ve been resting, trying to recharge for next season and get my mind in order, but I’ve also been training, too.”

“We saw from the Philadelphia Flyers’ hockey team’s socials that you’d also been getting involved there–”

You felt yourself tense.

“And I guess I was just wondering if the Flyers are a team you support in the NHL?”

The breath you’d been holding flew past your lips in a relieved breath, “Yeah, they are. I grew up in a household that were strictly Flyers fans, so it was a pretty special moment getting invited as their guest. I brought my family along, too, which was pretty cool.”

“Did you get a chance to meet Gritty?”

The next laugh was genuine when you nodded, “I did. I was nervous going into that, but I came out alive so I’m taking that as a win. Gritty was great–”

“I know you said you don’t talk about your personal life, and I’m not gonna ask a question, but you were recently pictured leaving a cinema–” you stifled a groan and pressed your hands against your face to shield your reddening cheeks from the cameras. It was bound to come up at some point, and it wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk about Joel, because a small part of you did, but if you did – if – then that’d just distract from your job and more journalists would feel more entitled to ask more questions, and it just wasn’t something you were interested in, “with Flyers’ left wing, Joel Farabee–”

You sighed tiredly, shutting the door behind you, an hour and a bit of travelling back to Philly after the day you’d been subjected to catching up to you. You weren’t technically supposed to be back here until tomorrow, but the first step you’d taken out of that conference room was enough to have you booking an earlier train and risk getting in late, rather than getting the train early in the morning.

The whole of the bottom floor of the house was silent, and your eyes seemed to automatically seek out the expected line of shoes next to the door as you toed your own off, just to gauge who exactly had decided to spend the night. Joel’s you recognised, but there were also another two pairs – most likely belonging to Tyson and Frosty.

You shrugged off your coat, picking up the holdall you’d already had pre-packed from this morning, before tiptoeing up the staircase, mindful for any possible light sleepers, ensuring not to step on a creaky floorboard. There was a small light on in the hallway, and the door to Joel’s room was cracked open slightly, a murmur of sound and flashing lights seeping through from the TV.

You paused on the landing, peeking your head around and concentrating on the sound.

The fucker was watching a rerun of your conference from earlier.

Your feet decided to move before your brain could even realise what was happening, because before you could wallow in the fact that he’d clearly known you were on your way back earlier and purposefully left the hall lamp on, you’d pushed open the door a slither more to sneak through without making too much noise, and were greeted with a softly smiling Joel – his eyes fixed onto the conference before flicking to you in the doorway.

“You’re such a sight for sore eyes.” You sighed gratefully, taking in his PJ-clad form lounged casually on top of the covers. He had one arm resting on the top of his head rather lazily, his other draped across his torso.

“Well, I’m always glad to be of service.” He grinned, pushing himself to sit up, his arms now resting across his kneecaps, “That bad, huh?” He gestured to the screen at the foot of his bed, and you nodded, dropping your bag on top of the covers and leaning down for a much-needed kiss.

“It started off fine, but right about now,” you nodded, cringing, “you can tell they’re trying to get nosy.”

“I hate it when they do that.” He agreed solemnly, not saying much else, but watching you with intrigued, patient eyes as you dug around in your bag.

You shot him a glance, taking in the eye bags and bleary blinks as he fought off sleep, “You didn’t have to wait up for me, y’know?” You murmured, unable to help smiling – both at the soft man in front of you, and at the triumph of finally locating what you were looking for.

Joel just shrugged, albeit a little bashfully, “I figured…I don’t know, I just missed you.”

You felt a small lump gather in your throat at his honest confession, and you fought off the sudden emotion that seemed to be the consequence of your fatigue and refusal to sleep on the train, and chose to throw the bag on the floor – gently – and climb on the bed. Joel seemed to expect that kind of reaction, because before you’d even done any of that he was lifting your side of the duvet up with a smile that just blew your damn mind every time you saw it.

The shirt clutched in your grip, you followed him, climbing under the covers and automatically going to lay on your side, face-to-face with Joel, who’d tucked one arm under his pillow and had one leg draped over yours to pull you closer.

“I missed you, too.”

“‘S that why you came back earlier?” He teased gently, still blinking slowly.

You reached a free hand up to run through his hair, relishing in the way his eyes seemed to flutter closed and the slight lean into your touch, “Yeah.” You whispered.

At your voice his eyes reopened, looking all the more exhausted than mere seconds before, and before you could even say anything he was yawning loudly and stretching his arms over his head before using the momentum to roll…right onto you.

Despite the clenched fist, you wrapped your arms across the broad expanse of his shoulders, pressing a quick kiss to his messed hair, smothering a delicate laugh when he groaned against your collarbone, “What did you do today that’s got you so tired at nine in the evening?” You asked softly, carding a hand through the back of his hair.

Any previous effort he’d made to keep some of his body weight off you was forgotten when he physically melted in your arms at the sensation, a muffled, incoherent mumble tumbling from his lips.

“Sorry?”

He lifted his head off your skin ever so slightly, his eyes still shut but looking in your general vicinity, and you couldn’t help it when your finger traced the bridge of his nose affectionately, once more causing his eyes to fly open at the sudden contact, jumping slightly at the sudden intrusion.

You welcomed the attention though, something he seemed to catch up on by the way the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

“Me and Frosty got dragged to an entire afternoon of Padel with Tys.” He sighed dramatically, “And I’m jet lagged, I think. Maybe. I don’t know, it’s like all the tiredness has just accumulated and I’ve been in bed since, like, six.”

“Poor you.”

He blinked, raising an eyebrow, “Well, excuse me–”

“No, I wasn’t being sarcastic.” You interrupted, trying not to laugh at the hurt expression on his face, “I don’t think.”

He rolled his eyes, flopping back into his previous position against you, and you felt a stab of guilt for what you were about to do, “Joel?” You poked him, once more rousing him from a much-needed sleep.

He groaned audibly, lifting his head from your shoulder, keeping his eyes glued shut to ward out the harsh lights emanating from the TV. Your conference was still playing in the background, and although the volume was on the lowest setting you knew he could still hear it.

“Two things,” you started, lifting the hand with the shirt up into his eyeline, and despite having them previously shut, the disturbance in light must have indicated that you were shoving something in his face, because he blinked his eyes open, staring at the black and white stripes, “This was waiting for me in my locker this morning – I got my new kit today and it seemed like someone on the team said something to the kit people, because…”

You trailed off, an awkward smile on your face. Your relationship with Joel was fairly new; not new in the sense that you’d only been dating a few months but new in the sense that this would be the first season you’d start with him as your boyfriend, all the way over in Philly. He’d also given you something similar back in September before the regular NHL season started, and as his eyes scanned over the material scrunched in your fist, there seemed to be some kind of recognition of his parallel moment with you because he pushed himself up and out of bed, taking the shirt from your hands gently.

He didn’t say much, just slowly unravelled the material. His jaw had dropped somewhere along the way, but his eyes didn’t falter as they roved across the expanse of the front of the jersey, taking in the new design, fingers tracing absently over the embroidered logos. Just as you were about to encourage him to turn it over, he did so, expelling a short breath as he took in your surname and number printed there.

“Is this your new home jersey?” He mumbled, turning to you with some kind of astonishment in his eyes.

You nodded, knowing he hadn’t quite gotten what it was that you’d intended to convey, “Yeah.”

Then, with a flicker of hope igniting on your chest, he gasped softly, “Am I allowed to see this now if it hasn’t been released to the fans?”

You raised a brow, blinking at him.

You loved him, you loved him so much, but sometimes he just made teasing him a little bit too easy. In this case you couldn’t tell if he was a little hesitant to make assumptions, or if he was just downright oblivious as to why you’d given him the jersey, but you smiled nonetheless.

“Yeah, the new kits are gonna be released tomorrow.” You continued, hoping that he’d at least catch on soon.

But he just nodded, “This is so cool.”

Right then.

“Glad you think so, because it’s yours.” You admitted, watching his face carefully.

He froze, the shirt getting a little more crumpled in his grip as he stared at you, lips parted in shock, “Mine?”

You just hummed, biting your lip to stop your grin from splitting your cheeks, and instead moved to show him the inside label of the shirt, not oblivious to the heat of his faze on the side of your face as you did so, “Look at the sizing, and also,” you lifted the bottom of the shirt up, flipping it inside out to show him the customised piece you’d requested to be added, “your name is printed on the inside of the shirt, right where your heart is. I mean, it’s not on mine, but this one’s customised for you–”

“I’m in love with you.”

You inhaled sharply, head snapping to look at him. His gaze was so intense you could almost feel it burning your skin, and despite the shock that had been painfully clear on his face mere seconds before, there wasn’t a single trace of it there now. In fact, he looked a little nervous, something that not only combatted his usual demeanour, but also the conviction with which he’d just stated those five words, yet there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

Like he was relieved he’d thrown the words out there.

You’d thought about this moment with Joel before, hundreds of times. You expected you’d feel somewhat changed by the knowledge that the person you love also loves you too, like your DNA would alter and you would feel noticeably different, but instead you were crushed by a wave of calm.

It felt an awful lot like unadulterated happiness.

“I’m in love with you too.” You said, delighting in the way his grin seemed to grow and all nerves seemed to be extinguished at your reciprocation.

Gosh, he was just so infectious in everything he did.

It kind of drove you crazy, especially when you’d come down from a big loss and you’d FaceTime him in different timezones, and all you really wanted to do was rant, but the fucker was sitting pretty in your phone grinning straight at you and all previous anger just always seemed to dissipate instantly. It annoyed you that you couldn’t control that kind of thing, but the peace and the calm he allowed you to feel even after a mere conversation was unlike anything you’d ever experienced. It was divine.

“Cool.” He nodded, his grin not dimming a single bit, even as he tore his attention away from you to the shirt laid on the bed.

“Cool.” You echoed, shrugging.

You wanted to laugh, but you held it in for Joel’s exhausted sake.

“You said there were two things?” He turned back to you, grabbing the back of his PJ shirt with his hand and yanking it unceremoniously over his head to toss it to the end of the bed. You barely had a chance to get a word in for ogling him before he’d thrown your jersey on and pushed himself from the bed to stand in front of the mirror.

You let him check himself out in the shirt, which seemed to fit him spectacularly well, “You look so good. Like, insanely gorgeous.”

He flushed a little bit, but played it off by pretending to tense his guns in your direction, “I do?”

You nodded, breathing an amused laugh at his antics, “You always do, but even more so in that jersey.”

“Did you know,” he started, throwing himself back on the bed next to you, “that you’re the only person I’d ever wear a soccer shirt for?”

You pursed your lips, tilting your head, “I don’t think that’s the compliment you intended it to be.”

“I just mean that in the sense that – I mean, of course I like soccer – but I’d only ever wear your name on the back of a jersey, or have your team on the front.” He elaborated, throwing his arm across your shoulders to draw you closer, “But thank you for this, I love it.” He said into your hair.

You turned your head, catching his mouth with your own, and enjoying the moment, before pulling away, much to his dismay, “Would you ever wear a Canada jersey?”

He paused, pulling an unsure face, “Again, only if it was a soccer one with your name on it.”

“Likewise with yours, for future reference, by the way.” You rested a finger on his chin, using the leverage to turn his head towards the TV, “And the second thing: you’re probably going to want to watch the end of this conference.”

You felt his face contort from where your hand rested on his cheek, and without even thinking much about it, you leant forward to press a delicate kiss against his cheekbone, breathing a laugh when he scrunched up his face and manoeuvred you to his mouth once more, where you placed one, two, three kisses, before pulling away to answer his question, your cheeks warm.

“They ask about you.”

He stayed still, but you knew his eyes had flickered to the screen, right to where the you from hours ago was sitting at a long table, a hoodie and cap on, looking as awkward and out of place as you felt, in front of a row of cameras and lights, with question after question being fired at you.

“They do?” He whispered, turning his head to look at you to gauge your reaction.

“Yeah. Well, kind of. They start hinting at it with the last few questions.” You don’t meet his eyes, your own attention fixated on you on the screen, and just as you went to move in the conference, there was a slither of something that caught your eye, “No way. Fuck.” You mutter, feeling Joel pull away a little from where his cheek was resting against the side of your head comfortably.

“What’s wrong?”

You reach across him to find the remote, before pausing the TV and turning to look at him with an uncertain glance, “This hoodie, I always forget it, but the zipper’s a bit broken, and if I move too much, the zip falls down.” You pulled the zip about a quarter of the way down, seeing Joel’s eyes widen in realisation, before he turned to the TV, only to see the exact same image staring right at him.

“Oh.” His lips were parted in shock, but he didn’t look particularly angry or irritated by what he saw. In fact, there was a mischievous tilt to his mouth, and before long his shoulder began to shake with an effort not to laugh at the entire thing.

You, however, had a more pressing issue, “Is that okay with you?”

He stopped laughing, turning to face you, “Of course it is. Is it okay with you?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

You reached to press play once more, trying not to wince whenever the black Flyers shirt under your Gotham zip-up was made abundantly clear. No wonder they’d started asking you about Philly and no wonder that journalist had mentioned the cinema trip with Joel.

Of fucking course.

You were thrown out of your own head when Joel cackled loudly at the screen, climbing back under the covers.

“What?” You asked, following his motions, a smile on your face, mostly because he was also smiling.

“I had no clue we were spotted leaving ‘Anyone But You’.” He breathed, tucking his hand under his head as he leant back against the pillows, looking significantly more awake than he had earlier, “Is it cool if I wear this jersey for the walk-in for my next game?”

Your eyes slid over to him, taking in the uncertainty in his features; his brows were raised in an effort to tell you that he wouldn’t mind if you said no to him. He was asking if it was okay with you to confirm your relationship.

You felt your teeth catch your bottom lip, trying to stifle the blush sweeping across your cheeks and the smile threatening to break though, “Yeah, it’s cool.”

“Awesome.” He grinned cheekily, a little smug at your failure to hide your true feelings from him, and you shook your head at the glint in his eye, “Love you, honey.”

You just blinked at him, lips pursed in a still-dire effort to not smile at him.

“Say it back.”

“Love you too, Joel.”

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blakeswritingimagines · 2 months ago

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Kink List With Joel Farabee

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Joel is very touchy and clingy after sex. He'll still be very smiley and cheerful still, but his voice will get very warm and quieter than normal, but just as energetic.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Joel's favorite part of his body are his biceps. He likes his jawline and neck as well.

His favorite part of your body is also your neck and collarbone area, then thighs and butt.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He’s very excessive, so of course he’s going to make an absolute mess. He usually cums on your stomach, thighs, or your face if you let him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Joel has a secret soft side that he doesn’t like to show, not to his friends at least. It’s only for you. It's a side of him that’s very sweet and loving. He's a secret cuddler when he's sleepy.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Joel has a lot of experience, from all the years of hookups. He doesn't sleep with others once he's with you. He also pays closer attention to you than he did his other hookups, always making sure you feel good and always trying to bring you over the edge.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves missionary, because it allows him to be close to you. He also loves cowgirl, so he can watch you bounce on top of him.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He’s always goofy on the ice, but off the ice he can be very serious, especially when he’s playing with the puck on ice or when he’s practicing. However when he’s with you, he’s always fun, playful, and silly.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He definitely trims and manscapes a lot. There’s still some visible hair in the nether regions, but it’s nice and kept. He takes a lot of pride in how he looks.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He loves being very intimate, even if it's just in little moments, like holding your hand, giving you a random kiss on the cheek, rubbing your thigh, or wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

He also gets very sweet when he's in the mood, whispering in your ear, leaving little bites and love marks up and down your body.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He jerks off a lot, to help with stress and to help him get to sleep. He prefers videos, but will look at pictures of you that you send him if he’s away from home.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

His main kink is being in control. He really likes to take control of you. He especially enjoys making you look at him and he enjoys praising you.

He *loves* giving you love bites. He enjoys leaving them in very visible spots, like your thighs, chest, and neck.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

He likes to do everything everywhere.

But he really enjoys doing it in his bed or yours, mostly because of the comfort. He also likes in the shower, when you're in hotels, or in cars.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you do daily things definitely gets him going, even if you’re just laying on the couch scrolling on your phone, or working out.

He also really likes seeing you in short shorts, crop tops, and anything that is form-fitting on your curves.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He isn’t into anything too kinky, but a hard no from him is any pain play. He also doesn’t like it if you ever call him “daddy,” that’s his pet peeve.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He loves both, since he enjoys doing things for you and letting you do things for him. He’s very, very good at both, so much so that it’ll make you whine and moan.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually prefers being a bit rougher and going fast, but he will slow down if you want. He usually goes at the pace you’re at, matching your energy.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves them. He will take them everywhere he can. He’s always in the mood for it. He usually just pulls you somewhere private and does his work, as fast as he can.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He’s very willing to experiment and try new things. He likes risks and being a bit risky in general. He doesn’t mind pushing the limits.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He actually has really good stamina, so he likes to go for more than one round, since you have to usually stop him. He can go for more than an hour, but once he’s ready for a break.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He does own toys, and he isn’t afraid to use them. He’s used them on himself and on you, and just recently he bought a vibrator for you. He loves watching you react to it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is very, very playful and he likes to tease you a lot. He thinks it’s cute to see you get all pent up, but once he does it for long enough, he’ll give in.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He is pretty noisy, especially in more intense moments. He’s not loud in public very often, though. But, he can go through spurts of just mumbling praise and “oh-s”

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Joel loves to take pictures or videos of you. He’ll take them if you let him, but if you’re busy or not looking, there’s a chance he’ll be snapping a picture or taking a video of you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s packing a lot, which is to be expected since he’s a big, strong hockey player. He’s long and he’s thick, and he has a very nice curve to it. The first time he saw you he saw your body, and he wanted you immediately.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s has a VERY high drive. He’s almost always horned up during the day. He’s usually holding back from just pouncing on you right then and there.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It’s a bit 50/50 with him. If he gets worn out, he'll fall asleep really fast, like right after cleaning up. If he isn't worn out, it might take him a bit, but mostly since he won't stop cuddling you until he's asleep and fully satisfied.

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zegrasdrysdale · 1 year ago

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for your WIPs do you post them in the order that they are on your pinned post or is it whichever you finish first? also saw that you have jamie and joel! the tags have been dry for them so i’m excited

it’s really whichever i get done first ! unless someone sends in an ask about one of them, then i’ll prioritize it and it’ll get posted sooner !

i think the jamie request will come out soon (like this weekend or early next week). the joel request just came in yesterday so i haven’t started working on it yet but im going to use it as a test run to see if i want to add joel to my list of players that i write for !!

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buttercupjosh · 2 months ago

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It’s been not 1, not 2 but 4 years since I wrote this fic. Now, I know that it’s a bit different from what others have created but I’m proud of this story and I hope that if you see this, that you would take the time out to read it. Thank you in advance😌✨

a summer in syracuse

(Gif credit to @tylerglasnow)

word count: 5,115

warnings: none

genre: summer romance, strangers to lovers, self insert, fluff

a/n: I’ve been quietly working on this fic since February and I’m finally dropping it. I actually applied to a summer research opportunity at syracuse university (unfortunately, I didn’t get in) and I had one of those before you go to sleep, dream prompt scenarios that was like “imagine if COVID didn’t exist and you went there and somehow ended up falling in love with Joel, what would that look like?” So based on the different details I would come up with to help me fall sleep (I never dreamt about it), here’s my beezy fic. I haven’t written a fic since 2014 and I’m no Nicholas Sparks so I tried my best at this. I’ve also never been to upstate New York so I just relied on my imagination and Google to help create the scenes. I’m not transitioning to becoming a fic writer, I just caved into the idea and wrote it out. It’s written with a female reader in mind because I’m a cis female but if you want to, you could make it apply to anyone. It's intended to be a self-insert to where the reader can imagine themselves or a character of their choice in the position. It’s also lowercase intended and there’s no dialogue because I wanted to do something different. Shoutout and thank you to @thestarsintheskyburnout for reviewing and editing this story for me. I’m open to any and all feedback, comments or questions; just put them in my inbox or dm me. Thank you in advance for reading, I appreciate it and I hope you like it😌 (p.s. if you have the time, I would also really appreciate if you checked out my other piece, know your heart. Thanks☺️)

(Note because I already know that someone is going to bring it up: yes, Joel actually has a vsco that he still actively uses. The only reason why I know that is because last year, someone (I can’t remember who) shared a photo from his vsco on here and put it as a source for a photo. I probably won’t share the vsco info for the sake of controversy and drama. Don’t come into my inbox about it.)

(Optional listening/songs of inspiration: summer love by one direction, space cowboy by kacey musgraves, san francisco by 5sos, streetlights by wanderer, driving by wanderer, into your eyes by wanderer, know your heart by wanderer (promoting it again because this song is so good), and my spotify playlist)

“you were mine for the summer, now we know it’s nearly over. feels like snow in september but i always will remember. you were my summer love. you always will be my summer love” -summer love by one direction

you were fidgeting in your seat from excitement and also as a way to keep yourself awake. you hadn’t slept much the night before because you were making sure that you had everything you needed for your trip and you were tired from spending the majority of your day in either an airplane or an airport. you kept tapping your feet on the floor and began sending your final texts to your family and friends and you were looking for the right playlist before the plane took off. you were blessed with the opportunity to go spend 8 weeks in syracuse, new york to work on a summer research project at syracuse university. you were so wrapped in your bubble of excitement and exhaustion that you didn’t notice the guy who sat next to you. he looked over at you with a side eye and he contemplated switching seats. this flight, however, was full so he stayed in his place. he grew slightly annoyed with you and wondered how someone could have this much energy for a boring flight to his hometown.

as the plane began rolling away from the terminal, you took out your gum and politely offered the guy in the glasses with the sharp jawline next to you a piece. he accepted and you noticed that he was wearing a black philadelphia flyers sweatshirt with the number 86 on it. something about him felt familiar so you complimented him on the sweatshirt and asked if he was a fan of the team. that’s when he revealed who he was, introducing himself as joel farabee, a forward for the flyers. that’s exactly why he was familiar to you because you watched him play before during the 2019-2020 playoffs and during the recent 2020-2021 season but you didn’t pay much attention to him specifically (your attention was more focused on a defenseman, a giraffe named phil myers). what were the chances that you would be seated together on a flight to syracuse? you told joel that you were a fan of his team but that you didn’t pay close attention to the entire roster. he laughed because he knew that he was only in his second season in the nhl, putting up great numbers but still gaining momentum within the team and that the team had other superstars, who casted a larger shadow over him. you knew that they had a rough season. you apologized for not noticing him and he accepted it. he asked you about why you were so excited to go to syracuse, it was a college town with nothing much to do unless you like to be outside, party or spend time in the library. you explained to him about the research project opportunity you were granted with and how it was your first time going there. for some reason, knowing that it was your first time there, it sparked an idea in joel. he decided that he wanted to be a tourist in his hometown and show you around. yes, he did spend the majority of his life there and he goes back every major holiday to see his family but he never really got the opportunity to show what the region had to offer and he wanted to do something slightly different this summer. his typical summer plans were to work out, practice at the rink, hang out with his friends, spend time with family, go fishing and catch up on sleep. he could still fit those things into his break and make time to show you around town. he offered to make your summer in syracuse fun, even though you would be spending 8 weeks cooped up on campus. you accepted the offer and exchanged numbers. as the flight continued, exhaustion began to wash over you and before you knew it, you had unintentionally fallen asleep on joel’s shoulder. yes, you had your neck pillow but your head had moved a bit too far over to the left. realistically, he should of woken you up and politely asked you to move your head off of him but he understood that you had spent the majority of your day traveling and were exhausted so he left you alone.

as the plane descended and made its way to the terminal at syracuse hancock international, he woke you up. after realizing that you fell asleep on the shoulder of someone you just met, you apologized to him again and he accepted it. at baggage claim, you thanked joel for being a great flight buddy and he chuckled at your words. his bags came out first and he waited with you until you got yours. he offered to take you to campus but the school had already given you a $100 uber gift card for transportation and you had already ordered the car. before heading your separate ways, you arranged to make plans at some point during your 8 weeks to hang out. in his mind, he had already started planning all of the places he wanted to take you.

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after arriving on campus, getting settled in your dorm, and meeting your roommate, you noticed that joel followed you on insta and added you on snapchat. you snapped him a photo of the sunset, which he screenshotted but left you on opened. the following morning, joel sent you a snap back of the home cooked breakfast he was enjoying. you snapped him back a photo of a tree while walking to the research lab, and thus, a streak was born. you and joel began texting each other back and forth consistently. he already knew where he wanted to take you but he didn’t want to initiate the first move yet so he waited until you brought up wanting to go out since you had a much busier schedule.

about 2 weeks into your stay, you had finally decided that you wanted to ask joel about going somewhere. joel suggested going to destiny usa (the large mall in the area but going shopping together in a busy setting wasn’t the best way to get to know someone), the museum of science and technology or the art museum (both places piqued your interest but your research program already arranged dates for a group visit) and even going hiking (it sounded good but it felt odd since you had only just met each other). finally, you both decided that going to lunch at dinosaur bbq (a popular restaurant in town and one of joel’s favorite spots) the following day was the best choice.

the next afternoon, you nervously waited outside of the dorm hall and joel pulled up in a black audi. you took a deep breath before going inside. you trusted that joel was not some secret, dangerous creep and that his intentions were good. in your mind, you decided that if you both didn’t vibe well together during this lunch hangout, you didn’t have to see each other again afterwards. you were going to reject joel’s offer to show you around town and you could always ask your roommate or another member of your cohort to explore syracuse with you. ultimately, you were wrong; having lunch with joel was actually a lot of fun. it was awkward at first because you were nervous. you barely spoke to him on the ride to the restaurant, not wanting to embarrass yourself by saying something wrong in front of him or creating the wrong impression. on the other hand, joel was cool, calm and collected. he didn’t think too much of going to lunch with you. he could tell that you were nervous and he didn’t want to push you to speak.

while you waited for your food, you carefully tried to choose your words and began opening up to each other. you both exchanged surface level basic details about your lives. the heart to heart stuff was being saved for later on, because you didn’t want to push each other away with the deeper details and the trust between you two hadn’t yet been established. you tried not to include hockey in your conversation, but it was a huge part of joel’s life and he had no issue talking about it with you. he willingly answered your questions about the behind the scenes of the nhl and you equally responded to his questions about your research project. you learned that you both shared certain things in common and some things you differed on; he even made you genuinely laugh a few times. throughout the meal, you realized you admired joel’s dorkiness and charm, while he admired your down-to-earth spirit and kindness.

when the check arrived at the end of your meal, you graciously offered to pay for both of your meals. joel declined your offer to pay and instead put his credit card on top of yours. you gave him his card back and made a compromise with joel. anytime, you went somewhere together, you would pay for something in exchange for his time and service of driving everywhere. he didn’t mind paying for things and driving the 15 minutes from his home in cicero to pick you up but he agreed to it and you both shook hands. his hands were larger than yours, but oddly, they fit together like matching puzzle pieces. joel took you back to the university and before leaving, you asked joel if you could hug him as a sign of gratitude. normally it would feel weird to hug someone that you had only known for a short while but hugging him felt natural and comfortable. after hugging him goodbye, you told him to text you when he got home. he promised you that he would before driving off and he kept that promise. ___________________________________

after that first initial hangout, you started having joel around more. he would sometimes come visit you in the library and keep you company as you studied. he would always bring snacks or take you out to go get food. sometimes, he would annoy you and you would end up spending more time dealing him and his antics than reading the book’s contents and working on the project. he never said it, but, he was in awe of your academic prowess. he had only spent a year in college before moving onto the nhl and seeing how passionate you were about the topics you studied amazed him.

after a study session, joel offered to take you to go do something fun and he suggested going to the zoo. he hadn't been since he was a child and felt a sense of nostalgia. you were both grown adults, but, a trip to the zoo wouldn’t hurt anyone. you ended up strolling around together at the rosamond gifford zoo on a saturday afternoon. you would stop and read the facts on each of the animals at the exhibits and joel would take photos of them on his vsco and send different ones to his friends. he saw a meerkat and sent a photo to tk. joel told you that you were like an elephant, big brained and full of knowledge. you rolled your eyes at him and indicated that you wanted to get dippin dots. over the cool treat, you and joel exchanged stories from your own childhoods. you told him about where you were raised, your hobbies, and your love for stuffed animals when you were younger. joel told you about his life here in town, his time in boarding school in connecticut, about his days in michigan playing for the us national development team and his short time at boston university.

after the ice cream was finished and the stories were concluded, you wanted to stop by the gift shop to pick up a souvenir from your trip to the zoo. you picked up two magnets (one for your parents home and one for your place). before checking out, you needed to use the restroom and asked joel to hold onto the magnets until you got back. joel took advantage of your short absence to purchase the magnets for you. you were surprised by the kind gesture and thanked him, though you insisted on buying them yourself. as you were both exiting the zoo, joel mentioned how the rose garden was close by. he knew that he wanted to take you there to see the flowers but he didn’t want to be awkward. he knew that the rose garden was a romantic place and as far as you both knew, you were just friends and nothing more. from your perspective, you knew that joel could possibly secretly be involved with another girl back in philly or in his DMs, and he could also have any girl he wanted at the drop of a message anyways. realistically, you were both single and neither of you wanted to admit that a summer romance was quietly blooming between the two of you. after you listened to his suggestion about the rose garden, you had decided to opt out. you definitely wanted to go check it out but you didn’t want to make joel uncomfortable by going there together when you weren’t dating each other. on the ride back to campus, you awkwardly asked joel for more information about the rose garden. he responded telling you how beautiful it was in the spring, how it’s one of his mom’s favorite places in town, and sharing a story about a time he visited. after listening to his commentary and saying goodbye, you wished that you had accepted the invitation. little did you know, joel was feeling the exact same way. ____________________________________ your research project was progressing well, but, as you got closer to the deadline, you jokingly told joel that you were so stressed out and busy that you just wanted to go down niagara falls in a barrel to escape it all. this inspired joel to actually take you to see the marvelous waterfalls to get your mind off of the stress you were feeling. it was a 3 hour drive from syracuse but it was worth taking the trip for you.

on the ride to the falls, joel let you decide the soundtrack for the road trip and he learned that you held a deep love for music. he learned which songs and artists meant a lot to you and even asked you to add some of the songs you played into his library. you didn’t think much of it at the time (besides the fact that you were getting this boy to listen to other genres besides country and rap), however, joel was quietly planning on making a playlist full of the songs you loved - even though some of the songs you played were definitely out of his comfort zone. the purpose of the playlist was to help him feel connected to you after you left.

after the 3 hour drive, you finally arrived in the late afternoon. you did not bring your passport with you, so, you were unable to cross the border into canada and explore that side of the falls. you hopped together, alongside other tourists, onto the maid of the mist boat ride. it took your breath away to see the waterfall up close and in person. you were speechless by its amazing beauty. you felt the mist of the water dance across your skin and your eyes widened in wonder. you couldn’t believe that you were actually in front of niagara falls. while you were inside a bubble of awe, joel admired you and your reactions. it made his heart full, seeing the joy spill out of you. he made sure to capture photos of you and the falls and you both took touristy photos in the classic yellow waterproof ponchos at the cave of the winds. your favorite photo taken that day captured you and joel laughing in the titanic pose in front of the falls. it looked a bit silly but it was a really cute photo of you two together. joel’s favorite photo was a side profile shot of your face, with the water cascading in the background. although, you felt otherwise in the oversized, bright plastic coverup, he truly thought you looked beautiful.

after picking up more magnets and a t-shirt from the gift shop, and watching the falls illuminate at night, you headed back to syracuse. on the ride back into town, you and joel stopped at a diner off of the highway. you sat across from each other, admiring the details of each other under the light, just as you had many times before. however this time, a wave of vulnerability kicked in and you decided to share more about the intimate details of your life with joel. in your mind, some of the things you shared weren’t so great and you felt they could be a reason for him to stop liking you. however, joel saw how the not-so-pretty, broken parts, the seemingly boring, uninteresting things and the little details of who you are, pieced you together like kintsugi. the scars that lined you were flowing with the gold of your love, compassion, and kindness and he liked that about you. it’s what made you so different from all of the other girls out there. sure, on paper the qualities of who you are could be what he needed in a partner but physically, you may not match the expectations of wags within hockey culture. his heart whispered to him that you were something special and that the physical beauty of this world didn’t matter because he knew that you were beautiful on the inside.

at the end of your meal, the waitress dropped off the receipt explaining that she adored when couples came in together and seeing a happy relationship reminded her of her and husband, after losing him many years ago. joel blushed at the waitress’ remark and you thanked the waitress for her service before leaving. you and joel had never talked about your feelings for each other. it was definitely safe to assume that you were friends and nothing more but there was something more lurking under the surface. your hearts both, connected by an invisible string, could sense that love was there but the words never slipped out. the rest of the drive back was awkward. while the music hummed in the background, you speculated that joel wasn’t probably looking for a relationship and you assumed that you didn’t fit his standards anyways. you weren’t a model, you weren’t a sorority sister, you weren’t someone who had a shot at competing on the bachelor. you were just you and you were content with who you are. you knew that dating an athlete wouldn’t be easy but if you knew that he was into you, he was worth the risks and challenges.

while you were wrapped up in your thoughts, joel reached over and grabbed your hand. you were surprised by the move but didn’t let go. he didn’t say anything either because he had similar thoughts about his feelings towards you racing through his mind. you didn’t know that he felt the same way, seeing that you were full of internal beauty and you shined like a light on earth. he was also terrified of what could happen next for whatever was going on between you. he knew that he considered you his friend and he could feel himself falling for you, but, he was worried about what he couldn’t see below him. he wondered if you could handle the pushback associated with being a wag or if you even wanted to be romantically involved with someone like him in the first place. he also wondered if you were falling for him as well or if you just wanted to remain friends.

before you both knew it, you arrived back to campus. despite the awkward car ride, as usual, he dropped you off and you gave him a hug goodnight, telling him to text you when he got home. as soon as you walked into your dorm, you immediately confided in your roommate about your trip to niagara falls and your feelings for joel. she knew that you had been spending a lot of time with joel and she admitted that she adored how well he treats you. your roommate advised you to listen to the whispers of your heart and focus on what it said to you. you considered her words and hoped that your heart said the right things to you and guided you into the right direction. ____________________________________

your final research project presentation was thursday afternoon and your flight home was scheduled to leave friday morning. joel really wanted to make your last night in syracuse special. he was proud of you and wanted to celebrate the completion of your research project experience by taking you out to eat at his favorite hometown restaurant. going out to eat together was not a new thing for you, he had taken you to several different restaurants, but this place was special to him. francesca's was only reserved for special occasions. it was where he had celebrated several of his birthdays, his high school graduation, when he got signed to the flyers, and other important events. based on advice from his older brother, he had never taken a girl there unless that girl was important to him. although you had only known each other for less than 3 months, you meant a lot to him. he knew that you were someone his family and the team would adore.

he waited for you in his car, just as he had done countless times before but this time with a bouquet of flowers for you. he had spent hours with you but the butterflies in his stomach fluttered loudly tonight. he peered out of the window and he thought you looked absolutely stunning in your dress, the color you wore looked amazing on you. when you got closer to the car, he got out, handed you the flowers, and went around to open your door. he complimented you on your outfit and it made your cheeks warm. the flowers he picked for you were beautiful and you admired how he was being extra sweet tonight. on the ride to the restaurant, you complimented joel, saying he looked handsome in his outfit and you thought to yourself that that the both of you look good together.

the restaurant he took you to was very nice. it had brick walls and a lively atmosphere. you could sense that joel was a bit nervous, which was odd, since he was never nervous around you before. you questioned him about it and he explained the significance of the restaurant to him. you were taken aback that he thought you were special and important enough to him for him to bring you here. that made your heart whisper to you. you had listened to what your heart had to say and not surprisingly, it did say the right things to you.

at the end of the delicious dinner, you wanted to go get ice cream, so joel took you to the cold stone creamery inside of destiny usa. you both sat and ate ice cream on a park bench in onondaga park, looking out onto hiawatha lake, and admired the stars in the night sky. the reality of your last night in syracuse began sinking in. joel knew that you had an early morning flight, so he drove you back to campus sooner so that you would get enough sleep for your journey back home. he drove to the front of the building and he promised that this moment wasn’t goodbye and he was going to take you to the airport the next morning. before leaving, joel reached over in the backseat and handed you a bag. inside of the bag was a bee beanie baby, a keychain of gritty (the mascot for the flyers), a black philadelphia flyers hoodie matching the one he wore when you first met, and 4 magnets - 2 represented the city of syracuse and 2 were flyers magnets. you were thankful for the sweet gift and admired that joel paid attention to the things you liked. you went in to give joel the usual goodnight hug but this time, he asked if he could kiss you goodnight instead. you accepted the offer. ____________________________________

you didn’t sleep well the night before. your mind was racing with the thoughts of the great night you had and you also wondered about what would happen between you and joel. you said farewell to your roommate and promised to keep in touch with her. her flight was leaving at a different time but yours was an early morning flight back home. it was too early in the morning for you to go to breakfast together so you planned on getting something overpriced and filling in the airport. as he promised the night before, joel was taking you to the airport to say goodbye. he still had about a month left before training camp started but he wished that you would change your ticket and stay longer. you were dozing on and off during the trip to the airport, joel looked over at you and his heart was full. this was the last time that you would be together like this in his car. you were going to miss the unintentional familiarity that you developed sitting in his passenger seat and being physically close to him. he enjoyed the way it felt having you next to him and he too was going to miss that feeling.

as he pulled into the short term parking lot at the airport, you woke up from your nap and an overwhelming feeling of sadness washed over you. you didn’t want to leave him. you had such a good time in a new place and you had gotten to spend time with an amazing guy who treated you so well. your heart swelled with the gratefulness that you had felt for joel, sacrificing his time to spend time with you. he could have brushed off the fact that it was your first time in syracuse and spent part of his summer with anyone else and do his typical summer routine with his old friends. he was under no obligation to drive around his hometown with someone that he barely knew but he had chosen to spend that time being with you - which neither of you regretted for a single moment.

after checking your bags and receiving your ticket, it was time to say goodbye. you weren’t sure how long the line would be for security and you were a little hungry and tired so you knew that you didn’t have much time left together. you were sad that it was all over and whatever you and joel had was done. as absurd as it sounds, you actually fell in love with the friend who made your summer in syracuse fun. the tears began to slowly flow and joel wiped them away. he embraced you in a hug and kissed the top of your head. at that moment, the busyness of the airport quieted for you. in that moment, it was just you and joel holding onto to each other for one last time. he reassured you that this wasn’t the end of what you had together. he still wanted to talk to you, see your beautiful smile, he wanted for you to come visit him in philadelphia and of course, he wanted to show his favorite girl (besides his mom) around town; he wanted more of you and the light that you shined into his life. neither of you wanted to let go but you had to separate in order for you to make your flight on time. he squeezed you a little tighter and planted a departing kiss on your mouth. you smiled at him with tears in your eyes. he joked for you to not fall asleep on anyone’s shoulders unless they were his and got a giggle out of you. although, he thought that you wouldn’t hear him say it but he quietly murmured an “i love you” and you repeated those 3 precious words back to him.

this goodbye hurt a lot but you both knew that the leap made to spend your summer together was worth the fall into the deep unknown of your friendship/relationship. you both wished that you could press rewind, start over and relive the time that you spent together during the past 6 weeks. you weren’t sure if or when you were going to see each other again, you still had time before you graduated from school and joel would be busy with the upcoming hockey season. although, the chaos of what’s to come loomed ahead, you both promised to not forget about each other and to at least remain friends and keep in touch. the future was full of uncertainty and you also weren’t sure if joel would patiently wait for you. he could always find another girl to fall in love with and spend his days with. you also could always find someone for yourself, which would be okay, only the future could tell. you hoped that somehow this would all work out, with the two of you finding a way back to each other. regardless, he had made a impact on you that you would treasure moving forward. you were each other’s summer love and the possibility of moving on hurt but the love you had shared wouldn’t go away as the seasons went on.

with one final hug and look into each other’s eyes, it was time to leave. as you walked towards the security checkpoint with tired eyes, you were exhausted, but it wasn’t a dream and it wasn’t a joke. the feelings and things you had experienced with joel were real. you were brought together for a reason and it was no mistake that you sat next to each other on that flight. an opportunity fell into your hands and you both had chosen to not let it slip away. you were both the one that the other had waited all of this time for and that patience had paid off. even if it didn’t end up turning into a full romantic relationship, the friendship and bond that was created between you was worth the time and effort that was put into it. your summer in syracuse was over but you would never forget the memories you made with a certain flyer and the love that you shared with him.

#joel farabee #joel farabee imagine #Joel Farabee x reader

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misshoneyimhome · 2 years ago

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☆ Mature content I ✐ Requested I № Followers Festival

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33sturniolo · 2 years ago

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welcome to... 33STURNIOLO !!

basics: tatum , 21 , they/she (please interchange them for the love of god), leo , nate chris girl, sam girl , morgan frost's gf (real!!) , writer of 8+ years . dni: basic dni materials. racist, transphobic, homophobic, xenophobic, etc. MY BLOG IS 16+ !! DO NOT REPOST MY CONTENT, THANKS.

biggest interests: - sturniolo triplets . - sam & colby . - hockey , specifically the flyers . - boys of tommen books . - hockey romances . - fortnite (as of right now) . - stardew valley . - animal crossing . music taste:

- taylor swift . - chase atlantic . - melanie martinez . - dominic fike . - conan gray . - noah kahan . - gracie abrams . - alex g . - the front bottoms . - billie eilish . - olivia rodrigo . - gorillaz . - mother, mother . - clairo . - 5 seconds of summer .

#tatum yaps

tiktok: 33sturnioIo (capital i instead of l!)

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there's probably more and more can be added, but for now...

- chris sturniolo - matt sturniolo - platonic! nick sturniolo (maybe eventually m!reader x nick but we will see, be patient with me.) - madi filipowicz - nathan doe - sam golbach - colby brock - katrina stuart - luke hemmings - ashton irwin - michael clifford - calum hood - sam ersson - mitch marner - jack hughes - trevor zegras - travis konecny

- morgan frost

- cam york

- owen tippett

- tyson foerster

- joel farabee

- egor zamula

- bobby brink - jamie drysdale - quinn hughes - luke hughes - most popular hockey players tbh

REQUESTS ARE OPEN. (i have every right to deny a request.)

masterlist HERE (tba)

- angst . - fluff .

- friendships - pregnancy (to a point, not detailed) . - mental health (trigger warnings given) . - polyamorous relationships . - light gore . - headcannons . - one - shots . - texts . - snaps . - multi - part fics .

- general gross stuff (i.e transphobia, homophobia, incest, racism, r*pe, etc.) . - more may be added ...

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hockeyrpfhub · 1 year ago

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In your opinion, which players do not get enough love on here? For me, it’s Joel Farabee. There is not enough writing for him on here. Does anyone have any recommendations?

i would say that any bottom 6 forward, defenseman who isn't cale makar and goaltenders are ALL underrated guys who don't get enough love on tumblr.

as for joel farabee recs... i found these guys in his tag:

drinking to forget by @hockey-fics - player x reader

bee's on ice by @ilyasorokinn - player x reader

the odds of the body by @callabang - player x player

goodbye osky by @ilyasorokinn - player x reader

love drunk by @sunshinefarabees - player x reader

fell in love with you in stages by @wyattjohnston - player x reader

til the end of time by @hockeyboysimagines - player x original characters

and going through his tag, it looks like there is actually quite a bit for him, so what I have here is just scratching the surface.

#joel farabee #hockey rpf #nhl rpf #nhl hockey #nhl players #hockey #nhl #philadelphia flyers

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cellythefloshie · 1 year ago

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【ｃｏｍｉｎｇ　ｓｏｏｎ】 Below the cut is a current list of my WIP's

COOL FOR THE SUMMER - SERIES - andrei svechnikov x oc ↳ 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 IT'S MY PARTY - mat martin x reader LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO - brady skjei x step-sister!reader ↳ DELICATE MAMA BEAR - jeremy swayman x oc ↳ UNTITLED - hurt comfort ↳ UNTITLED - more hurt comfort ROAD WIFE ↳ 21 | 22 | 23 | 24 | 25 ↳ ROAD WIFE AMENDMENT #1 - various players ↳ ROAD WIFE ONE SHOT - ross colton x reader ↳ STEAL MY SUNSHINE - ross colton x reader SHORT N' SWEET ↳ COINCIDENCE ↳ BED CHEM ↳ ESPRESSO ↳ DUMB & POETIC ↳ SLIM PICKINS ↳ JUNO ↳ LIE TO GIRLS // DON'T SMILE REMIX UNTITLED - brendan lemieux x oc, joel farabee player x oc UNTITLED - matthew knies x oc , joseph woll x oc (series) UNTITLED - matthew knies x reader (onehot) UNTITLED - steven lorentz x undetermined (series or oneshot) UNTITLED - chris kreider x reader (age gap) WPG ROAD WIFE - SERIES - Winnipeg Jets

*list is written in alphabetical order not in order of priority **series posts include all encompassing chapters but does not include oneshots ***includes fic in varying stage of development updated 2024-03-21

Titles below this page break have been put on the backburner, and are not in active stages of development.

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fear-of-flyers · 3 years ago

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welcome to the season of the sticks! grab a warm, cozy drink and stay a while <3

Northern Attitude (ft. Mat Barzal)

Stick Season (ft. Kent Johnson)

All My Love (ft. Luke Hughes)

She Calls Me Back (w/ Brendan Brisson)

Come Over (ft. Quinn Hughes)

New Perspective (ft. Jack Hughes)

Everywhere, Everything (ft. Owen Power)

Orange Juice (ft. Mitch Marner)

Strawberry Wine (ft. Thomas Bordeleau)

Growing Sideways (ft. Joel Farabee)

Halloween (ft. Nathan Mackinnon)

Homesick (ft. Charlie McAvoy)

Still (ft. Anthony Beauvillier)

The View Between Villages (ft. Sidney Crosby)

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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(day six) bee's on ice , joel farabee

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. another note, this fic is part of "the four bees" series. check out this masterlist for more. pair, joel farabee x reader summary, the flyers are hosting a family skate for all their families, players, staff, etc. when joel first heard about it, he was immediately ordering lincoln a pair of skates. so to say he was excited was an understatement. warnings, kids/children word count, 822 words

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When Joel came home, he was so excited. He dropped everything in his arms in the entryway and ran into the house, "Joel! What the heck?"

"There's a family skate." He told you, his voice laced with excitement.

"When is it?"

"The 18th."

"All right, so we have some time." You placed some blueberries onto Caroline's plate.

"I already got Link skates, and I'm sure Care's skate still fits her."

"He's not even a year old, I don't think he's going to be doing very much skating."

"Oh, come on." He begged, "I already got them."

You sighed, "Don't you dare let him fall. I swear if you do, I'm divorcing you."

"I promise, I'll be with him the entire way." Joel pressed a quick kiss to your cheek before he was off and running off to God knows where.

You rolled your eyes, "Carebear, lunch!" You hollered.

On the day of the family skate, Joel was bouncing off the walls all morning. He was rushing around, grabbing everything you asked for with haste, wanting to get out of the house as quick as possible.

"Okay, calm down." You laughed, "We're not gonna be late. We're actually very early, so I'm gonna need you to take like 5 deep breaths."

20 minutes later, both kids were buckled in and you were all ready to go. You had extra blankets, jackets, hats, gloves, and everything in between. So maybe you had gone a little overboard?

"Are you excited to skate, Carebear?" You asked, turning around and looking at her.

"Yeah." She wiggled in her seat, "Link skate too?"

"Yes." You and Joel spoke at the same time with different tones of emotion.

You glanced over at him, raising a brow, "Well, not really. I got him skates, but he's not gonna skate like you are quite yet."

"Okay." She responded, going back to singing along to the song playing on through the car speaker.

You looked over at Joel, "I'll hold him. He'll hover, like what I did with Care." He reassured you.

"Promise me."

"I promise. I'm not gonna drop our baby, Y/N."

"I know." You nodded.

When you got to the arena, you bundled with kids up with so many layers, Caroline was waddling when she walked, "Too much, mommy." She whined.

"I just don't want you to be cold."

"She won't." Joel started taking off some of the layers until the only thing she was in was her puffer jacket, warm pants and warm boots, and of course a Flyers beanie.

"All right, come on." You held Caroline's hand while Joel held Lincoln, and you made your way into the arena.

"Look who it is." Sanny came up, and picked up Caroline, flipping her upside down, eliciting a loud squeal and laugh from Caroline, "My favorite Carebear."

"Uncle Sanny." She giggled.

"Are you gonna skate today?" She nodded her head, "Awesome. Let's go get your skates." Joel handed Travis her skates, and Caroline walked off, hand-in-hand, over to the bench to get her skates on.

"Come on, little man. Let's get your skates on." You followed Joel over to the bench and watched him pull out the tiniest pair of skates you'd ever seen.

"How can you resist this?" He held up the skates.

"Fine, fine." You rolled your eyes playfully, "Just get them on." After getting Lincoln's skates on, you got yours on and then carefully got onto the ice.

Joel held onto Lincoln while you watched. You pulled out your phone and started recording, "You ready?" You nodded.

Joel slipped his arms underneath Lincoln's armpits and held him above the ice so his little skates were just barely grazing the ice, "Look at you, little man." Joel's smile was so big, "You're skating."

You laughed as Joel slowly skated towards you, and right as he got to you, he picked Lincoln up and cradled him to his chest, "You just skated. Your very first skate!" He exclaimed.

"Not even a year old, and he's already skated." You laughed, carefully adjusting the hat on his head.

A laugh from across the rink caught your attention. You both looked up at the sound of Caroline's laugh. You saw her skating with Travis and his girlfriend.

"See? This was fun." He nudged you.

"Yeah, yeah, you were right." You tried to conceal your smile.

"I'm always right."

"All right, careful there."

"Almost always right." He corrected.

"That's better." You nodded, "Now, what do you say, Link? Wanna go get some hot cocoa? or in your case, milk?" You plucked Lincoln out from Joel's arms and headed for the exit of the rink.

"We'll sit over there and watch." You pointed over to the bench where some other partners were sitting with their kids.

"Be safe."

"We will." You smiled, waving Lincoln's little hand at him as you watched him skate over to Caroline, "Your daddy is silly." You kissed his head.

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sunshinefarabees · 3 years ago

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love drunk (j.f)

pairing: joel farabee x reader + best friend!kevin hayes

words: 4.0k

warnings: mentions of alcohol, bars, kissing, and ofc teasing by friends

author’s note: hi hello! i apologize for any errors as i’m eighteen and have never drank/gone go a bar before:) thanks, besties. also special tags to @joelsfarabees (helped me come up with the idea), @huggybug , @cartahhart79 , @quietblues , @ethancale , and @1-800-iluvhockey for encouraging + proofreading + and giving me ideas. and ofc @fiveminutesforfarabee for throwing hc’s about bf!joel with me to go back on for this fic. this wouldn’t have become a thing without any of you- i love you all forever<3 and @bitchinbarzal because i said i would tag you<3 your ig edits are immaculate

the fluorescent lights from the dance floor bounced off the blue swirls of the bar counter. it felt cool against your forearms compared to the warmth and humidity of the club- sweaty bodies smashed together, laughing as they downed drink after drink as if it was water. your eyes met the rim of your glass, filled with some alcoholic beverage that you had ordered half an hour ago. the ice was slowly watering it down, not that it mattered, as you honestly weren’t that interested in it.

your gaze broke from the glass as suddenly an arm found its way around your shoulders. you flinched slightly before relaxing into the familiar feel of kevin hayes. his cologne smelled of sandalwood and lavender, something that was unique to him.

“fuck yeah! y/nnnn!” he slurred, pulling you closer as he swayed side to side, “where’s your lover boy, bestie?”

you chuckled, softly pushing him into the wooden stool next to you, “he’s not my lover boy, kev, he’s over there chatting with teeks and ratty.”

of course, kevin was talking about joel. you and joel had met several months ago from mutual friends, kevin being one of them. the moment you had met him, his honey pooled eyes, goofy smile, and just the amount of calm he brought to a room stole your heart. however, you knew that the gorgeous hunk of man was so obviously out of your league. joel was a national hockey league player with a bright future and a huge heart; someone you felt would never be interested in you.

“fuck that! you want him to be!” kevin giggled, as he poked your knees repeatedly with his finger. “i think that fucker likessss you!”

you snorted, “yeah okay, hayesy. whatever you say, dude.” you slipped your drink, grimacing at the slight burn of the watered-down alcohol. you knew kevin was drunk, but your heart ached to believe that maybe, just maybe, joel would feel the same way about you.

“shit- can- can i tell you a secret?” kevin hiccuped, a mischievous grin dancing across his face.

“sure, kev. what’s up, buddy?” you motioned for the bartender, mouthing water, pointing at the 6’5 drunk next to you.

the bartender chuckled, sliding you a glass as kevin continued.

“i-i know something about beezer that you don’t!”

“i’m sure you know a lot of things about joel that i don’t.” you passed him the water, satisfied as he downed half of it in one gulp, the large bar glass looking small in his hand.

“no, no-“ he coughed, placing the glass back on the bar counter, “fuck- i mean- he likes you! shit- you’re all he fucking talks about during practice and games. god, he never shuts the fuck up about you, y/n/n!” he was giggling like a schoolgirl, too out of it to notice how red your face had become. “hold on, i’m gonna go get another fucking drink! byeee y/n/n! i looove you, bestie!” kevin gave you a half squeeze before wandering in a random direction.

watching him walk away, you felt your heart start to race. what the hell was kevin talking about? joel? have feelings for ME? you thought, yeah okay. out of habit, your eyes wandered to where joel was standing with travis, oskar, and isaac. his head was thrown back, bouts of laughter escaping his lips, which of course hid his teeth. he was dressed in a white collared shirt, the first few buttons undone with black jeans. his chest was in full view, his gold chain glistening against the vibrant lights of the club. your eyes followed his arms to his hands, the left one holding a beer while the right moved as he talked.

your eyes closed as you pursed your lips, butterflies filling your stomach. he looked incredible. opening your eyes again, you saw a new addition coming to joel’s presence. kevin.

you chuckled as he stumbled into joel, grinning as he did so. you sipped your drink again, watching the five interact. however, you choked as kevin pointed at you, joel’s eyes finding yours.

attempting to regain your composure, you offered a smile and a tiny wave that joel returned before turning back to his friends. you watched kevin babble to them and point in your direction before he started heading over to you again.

“yes, hollywood? how may i be of service?” you sipped your drink, attempting to mask the anxiety of whatever shenanigans he was up to as he approached.

“need you to come with me-“ he slung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you with him. “it’s important, bestie.”

“christ- okay. hold on, buddy.” you laid a bill on the counter, paying for the drink you had barely touched as you grabbed the rest of your things. “okay, now, where are we going?”

kevin gave you a mischievous grin, “i’m being your fucking wingman!”

you sputtered, confused as he led you across the room, “w-what? what the hell are you talking about?”

“just trust me, babe- shit’s going to be great.”

you groaned, “kevin- you’re way too drunk for this!”

he scoffed, “actually, y/n/n, i drank water, remember? i’m cool as a damn cucumber.”

“yeah- and you went for a drink afterward, remember?” you mocked him, “besides- when the hell do you ever say you’re-“ you were cut off abruptly when you came to a screeching halt. a few feet away stood the same man you were admiring from the bar moments ago. joel.

“now here’s the plan-“

“plan?” your head whipped over to kevin bewildered, “what?”

“the plan for you to admit to joel you-“ he started, but you slapped your hand over his mouth.

“no. he’s-“ you ran your hand through your hair before pulling the 6’5 giant outside of the bar. as you gently made your way through the friday bar crowd, you could feel yourself spiraling. sure, kevin did know joel better than you, but joel liking you? you had gone through endless scenes where you confessed to him, but none of them ever resulted in what you wanted: reciprocated feelings- much less a relationship.

your thoughts broke as you opened the bar doors; the february air nipped at your arms, and the absence of a coat caused you to shiver.

“listen, i appreciate you. i do. you’re a great person and friend- and maybe an even better hockey player, but i’m not telling joel anything.”

he scrunched his face in confusion, his blue eyes searching your face for an answer, “what? why?”

you turned your head away from him, biting the inside of your cheeks harshly, struggling to find the words you wanted to say. the street was lit up by streetlights, apartments, and businesses that were strangely still open at midnight.

“kevin-“ you sighed, “he’s out of my league. he plays in the NATIONAL hockey league. he’s gorgeous, intelligent, funny… he could have anyone he wants- not me. i know what you said earlier, but… there’s no way he’s talking about me. you’re hardly present, dude.”

kevin’s face softened, “y/n…” he blinked his eyes a few times before putting a comforting hand on your shoulder, “listen, i know i’m fucking drunk right now, but you should hear him talk about you. not anyone else. you. he’s fucking like- god, i’m going to ruin his chances because i’m fucking-“ he groaned, “y/n/n, he’s whipped for you. i’ve never seen him like this- we’re all sick of him. you’ve gotta talk to him- i know you like him too.”

your heart was hammering in your chest again. joel? liking you back? it felt like a dream. you felt so giddy as if you could do anything- which could be kevin’s second confession or the decent amount of alcohol in your system. “are you messing with me?”

he shook his head rapidly, “i mean every word, dude.”

you rubbed your hands on the scratchy, black material of your jeans, the anxiety and giddiness mixing in all at once. “okay.”

“huh?” kevin scrunched his face in confusion.

“be my wingman.”

he squealed (which honestly threw you off a bit, seeing as you didn’t know such a sound could come from someone that tall), “y/n, everything’s going to be great. here’s the plan.”

——

you had never felt this nervous in your life. your hands were clammy; you kept wiping them off on your black jeans to no avail.

kevin’s hand was resting gently in the middle of your back, rubbing small circles, attempting to at least relax you a bit. he had already given you two shots of tequila for confidence, but they didn’t seem to be working as you both walked closer to the high table where joel, isaac, travis, and oskar sat. you could hear joel’s laugh from a mile away, causing butterflies to build in your stomach.

“hey, guys!” kevin grinned, “look who i found!”

all four men offered hellos, immediately including you in the conversation of doors versus wheels. you were only half paying attention, your full attention being on joel. his brown eyes were concentrated as he discussed and took the side of doors, which made you accidentally snort in laughter.

joel turned to you, a smirk dancing across his face, “you’ve got something to say, hm?”

“no-“ you grinned, chuckling, “it’s just obviously wheels.”

travis immediately signaled a high five, which you reciprocated. “thank you! someone with sense. i’ve been struggling with these guys forever!” his own brown eyes twinkled, seeming to grin as much as his mouth did.

“oh shut up, teeks. it’s totally doors.” isaac groaned, taking a sip of his beer, his other arm resting on the edge of the table.

“it’s fuckin’ wheels! office chairs, stupid.” kevin piped up, beaming as you and travis both high-fived him.

joel, noticing a particular blonde was quiet, nudged his head towards oskar. “osky, baby, what’s on your mind?“

oskar set his beer down with a soft smile, “i have my thoughts, but you guys are more entertaining to watch.”

the conversation continued, laughter and teasing erupting often. by the time kevin beckoned for travis, isaac, and oskar to follow him for more drinks (not before he sent a wink your way and mouthing go), it was only joel with the opinion of doors.

“i can’t believe after all that evidence you’re still saying doors!” you exclaimed, joel throwing his head back in laughter.

“maybe i’m just saying it to see your reaction,” he smirked, lifting his beer to his lips, swallowing what was left.

you glared at him, slightly kicking him under the table, “farabee, you’re a menace.”

“says you! you’re kicking me!” he teased, slightly kicking you back.

“you’re a hockey player!” you retorted, “you feel nothing in your calves!”

joel fake gasped, “how rude of you to assume they feel nothing!”

“beezer, you get hit with high sticks, slashes, and pucks on a regular basis. my size seven foot isn’t doing anything to you.”

he stuck his tongue out at you as you laughed. the energy around you felt electric. music blared over the speakers as you both got lost in conversation.

as you felt joel’s fingertips creep against your own, the familiar chords of paper rings by taylor swift caused you to break out in a grin.

“cmon farabee- you have to dance with me!” you closed the distance, grasping his hand and slipped out of the tall, wooden chair.

joel‘s face reddened as the quick source of contact, letting you lead the way. “but babe!” he whined, “i can’t dance!”

the nickname caused your face to do the same as you pulled him onto the dance floor. “who cares?”

in response, he gave you a nervous smile before spinning you around. his white shirt opened revealing more of his chest and chain.

“see? you’re doing great!” your eyes found his, trying not to stare at his neck as you gave him a reassuring smile.

you both danced a while, laughing as the other stumbled a little. the room around you melted again. it didn’t matter to joel that it was late and he had an early practice tomorrow. nor did it matter to you that here you were, dancing the night away while you had a final paper to work on. the bodies around you seemed to disappear. the budding chemistry that had shied away during the first months of friendship had now come with full force. not that either of you would admit it to each other in the moment, but this felt different.

little did you know, joel felt dizzy. having your hands wrapped around his? he felt like he was dreaming. his eyes kept finding your lips, which was engulfed in a smile at him each time. joel could hardly keep his rhythm, too infatuated with you.

song after song played, before finally settling on a slow one.

“may i?” joel’s hands softly found their way to your waist, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

you gave him a soft nod as your hands found their way to his neck.

a comfortable silence fell over the two of you. moments passed before the melody of joel’s sweet compliments fell upon your ears. “you look so beautiful, you know.” he muttered, continuing to gently sway your bodies back and forth.

your cheeks reddened, his voice echoing in your head just as the feeling of his hands that rested near your belt loops started to sink in. “i was- i was just thinking the same about you.” your voice came out softer than you intended, as your fingers gently started playing with the ends of his hair, attempting to test the waters. the boundaries of this dance- of whatever this was- were unclear. sure, kevin had told you joel had liked you. sure, this seemed pretty romantic with the whole slow dancing and being called babe. however, everything was still unsaid which increased your anxiousness of the whole situation.

noticing your apprehension, joel sent you a soft smile and a gentle nod, letting you know it was okay.

in comfortable silence, you both danced together. it felt nice to just be with joel. having the same friends as well as being friends, everything felt chaotic. but here and now? though the music was loud, being connected with simple touches was exhilarating in the calmest way.

“hey,” joel mumbled after the song ended, “it’s getting late. do you need a ride home?” his fingers gently slipped under your shirt, rubbing gentle circles in your sides, still swaying.

“no, no. i’m okay. kev was my-“ you cut yourself off, your face scrunching in confusion as the realization hit you, “what the hell happened to our friends?”

he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “no clue- kinda glad they disappeared though- nice to be with just you, y/n/n.”

you felt your face heating up as you hid in his shoulder, “shut up, farabee.”

a laugh echoed through his lips, his chest vibrating with the sound, “sorry, y/n.”

the comfort yet excitement you found in the moment made you dizzy. the buzz of the alcohol faded, but the buzz of joel was building. HIS hands on your sides; HIS chest against your face. you were on fire. your skin felt hot as you slowly looked up at him, his hand finding your face.

time felt slow as you watched his eyes glance at your lips as you glanced at his until you found his eyes again.

joel’s pupils were blown and only focused on you.

“can… can i kiss you?” he whispered, eyes scanning your face for any signs of discomfort.

you nodded, a gentle smile taking over as he finally pressed his lips against yours.

the feeling of joel’s lips on yours was electrifying. it felt like fireworks were exploding in every nerve of your body. if this were the princess diaries or some older film, you’d have the foot pop. you never wanted it to end.

——

you and joel kissed for a long time, his gentle lip bites and face holding drove you crazy in the best way. fireworks still gently exploded throughout your veins, and the feeling of his face against your palms made you feel dizzy.

when he did finally pull away, cheers and whoops exploded from the booth behind you, causing you to whip around to find the culprits. meanwhile, joel’s arm found its way protectively around your waist- pulling you closer.

kevin, oskar, travis, and isaac had begun to all high-five each other.

“fucking finally, dude!” a huge grin covered kevin’s face as he barreled over, crushing you both into a hug. “i’m so glad this is finally out in the open. you guys are fuckin’ perfect for each other!”

“i had to get the right moment!” joel replied, “this is the one that matters, kev! i couldn’t just wing this shit.”

a huge smile covered your face as the words left his mouth. “one that matters, huh?”

realizing what he said, joel’s eyes met the tiled floor as he blushed with a soft smile, “well… yeah. it’s you.”

although the club was loud, a comfortable silence fell over the six of you. though neither you or joel knew it, the peace that your friends felt for you was immediate. they knew how much you liked each other from the beginning. it was the small things. it was oskar that first started noticing the small stares joel would give you from across the room. it was isaac that noticed how different joel would act when you were around- even before you met- back when you were just kevin’s friend. it was travis that noticed how your eyes seemed to gloss over when you and joel were properly introduced to each other. finally, though, it was kevin who pieced together that the person joel was whining and going on about was you- his best friend.

“joel, next time, maybe try not to wait six months to ask them out.” travis chirped, earning a glare from the man in question.

you blushed, kissing his shoulder, “six months?” you teased, giving his hand a gentle squeeze for reassurance.

pretending not to hear you, joel sent you a sheepish smile, “so… do you still want me to drive you home?” his arm still wrapped around your waist.

you chuckled, noticing his change in demeanor, “i do, is that okay?”

“yeah, y/n/n! cmon. i’ll drive you home, yeah?” joel’s lips found the crown of your head, sending the boys a wave, ignoring the teases they sent your way.

as you both started to make your way out, your eyes found kevin’s as he gave you a thumbs up. you mouthed thank you, watching as he shook his head with a smile.

turning back as joel opened the door for you, your hand found his. “i had a great time tonight.”

his calloused fingers, though rough, felt soothing against the top of your knuckles as you both walked. “me too. i’ve wanted to do that for so long.” he admitted, “i just never thought in a million years that you’d like me back.”

screeching to a halt, your head whipped around to face him bewildered. “what? you- joel? are you serious?”

he chuckled at your reaction, gently pulling you to walk again, but stopping when he realized you were serious. “well… yeah. most people only like me for my money. you aren’t like that. you’re going to college- you could have anyone you want. i’m just a hockey player. i never finished school. sure, i have a career that i’m somewhat successful in, but i mean- i don’t have a degree. this ends in what? twenty years? that’s not stability. don’t get me wrong, i love the game. i wouldn’t change my life for anything- this is a dream and i’m so grateful for all the opportunities i have. but for you? you deserve someone with an education- someone who can provide for you and be home for you all the time. you and kevin are close, you know what it’s like. i just… i never thought that you would downgrade your options for someone like me.”

you felt yourself start to spiral. the facts that joel firstly, liked you first, and secondly, didn’t think he was good enough for you hit you like a truck. the same man that you had been crushing on for months and sneaking glances at from afar thought he wasn’t good enough for YOU.

“joel- what? how could-“ you were sputtering, struggling to find the right words to say. “how could you even think that? i’m not trying to be invalidating, but you’re… you. you’re becoming one of the best hockey players in the league. you were drafted at eighteen. g said you were going to beat all of his records- not just anyone, but claude giroux said that to you. you have the biggest heart of anyone i know. you’re constantly putting your all into the game and life. joel, no offense, you could be working at wawa and I wouldn't give a shit. i like you because you’re you- not because of your career or how much money you make. you’re an incredible human being, joel farabee. i never want to hear you say any different.” you finished, slightly out of breath.

joel just stared at you, his mouth slightly agape.

“alright. now that that’s taken care of, c'mon. i’m tired.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to his car that sat a few feet away.

wordlessly, he opened the car door for you as he unlocked it, still in a daze. you watched as he got into the driver’s seat before he turned to you.

“that was one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me. thank you for believing in me.” joel sent you a toothless smile, before starting the car.

the ride to your apartment was quiet besides the gentle hum of the radio and the beating of your heart as his hand found yours.

as he pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, he parked the car wordlessly before jogging over to open your door for you.

“what a gentleman.” you giggled, as you took his hand.

“only for the best.” joel smiled as he shut the car door behind you.

hand in hand, you both started the walk to the elevator. of course, joel held open every door for you- excluding the elevator button as he remembered how kevin said you loved to do so. the elevator ride was also silent, the two of you simply buzzing from the effects of each other.

as the elevator reached your floor, your smile fell a little, knowing that your time with joel was almost to an end. before you knew it, you were face to face with your door.

“so… i had a great time tonight,” you said, breaking the silence, and pressing a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“me too.” he grinned at you as you pressed another kiss to his nose. “maybe we could… do it again, sometime? just us?”

you exhaled, letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “yeah… i’d love that. i’d really love that.”

“great. tomorrow at seven?”

“that’s perfect.”

joel couldn’t stop smiling and neither could you. his right hand gently raised to your face, holding it gingerly as he gently leaned in.

your heart was racing, even if you both had just made out an hour prior. just like before, fireworks were exploding in every nerve in your body as his lips touched yours. you felt like you were floating.

the kiss seemed to be too short as he softly pulled away, “i’ll see you at seven. goodnight, baby.” giving your hand a squeeze, he waved as you went inside your apartment.

you slid against the door, a blush covering your cheeks. you couldn’t believe that joel had just kissed you. you felt so giddy.

you fished your phone out of your pocket and immediately sent a text to kevin.

to kevin mccallister 🏒: i owe you one. thank you so much<3 guess who has a date tomorrow @ 7 !! spoiler- me 😌

as if on cue, your phone dinged. confused as kevin never replies that fast, you looked at your phone again, immediately breaking out in a smile.

from joel 🥰: you’re an absolute dream. just left and i can’t get enough of you. can’t wait to see you tomorrow💞

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hugheshugs · 3 years ago

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blowing joel farabee 🤤 maybe after a good game and giving him the best head of his life (for thirsty thots btw)

NSFW !!

ooo omg- okay lets do this. i feel like he'd be whiney or vocal and letting you know how good you're making him feel. imagine teasing him a little.. ahhh.

joel walked into your guys' shared apartment and plopped onto the couch, tugging on his tie. you were in the bedroom watching the game highlights when he walked in so you didn't realize he'd come home until you walked to the kitchen to grab a cup of water.

"babe— woah, sorry. didn't mean to scare you," he chuckled as you jumped when you heard his voice.

"no, it's okay," you laughed, catching your breath. "i just didn't realize you were here."

you walked over and gave him a smile before sitting on your knees in front of him. his eyebrows lightly furrowed but he shrugged off his curiosity when you started speaking.

"you played really well tonight," you complimented, resting a hand on his knee.

"thanks, babe. i felt good about my game so it's nice to know you did too." his voice was a bit breathy and you smirked.

your hand travelled up his thigh and reached his belt. you began rubbing the leather with your thumb while his eyes remained on yours.

"what are you.. what are you doing?" he asked, shifting in his seat while his fingers tapped the couch.

"nothing," you shrugged innocently. "just sitting with you. something wrong?"

"no, n-nothing's wrong—" he stopped himself as your other hand met his belt as well, doing the same thing as the other. teasing him, playing with the material while a tent formed in his pants.

"fucking hell, baby," he threw his head back as your fingers grazed over his clothed cock.

"i'm sorry. are you okay?"

"i know what you're doing, brat."

he ran his hands over his face as you grinned, finally unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. he lifted himself up just a bit so you could slide his clothes down to his ankles, leaving him naked from the waist down.

you shuffled in between his legs, wasting no time grabbing his erection. he gasped as the feeling, running his tongue over his teeth.

you gathered some saliva in your mouth before spitting it onto his tip. he moaned as you mixed it with his precum and used your hands to spread the wetness over him.

"fuck," he muttered, placing a hand in your hair.

you ran your tongue over your lips before sliding his cock into your mouth. you bobbed your head up and down, one hand massaging his balls while the other pumped whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth.

"shit, y/n. feels s-so good, don't stop."

his hips bucked and you gagged, spluttering onto him as the action caused tears to brim at your eyes.

"i'm sorry, baby. i-i didn't mean to— oh, god," he got cut short as you sucked on his tip, running your tongue back and forth.

your mouth felt like heaven. so wet, so hot, just for him. it was made for him, made to please him and he knew it.

he was getting closer and if he weren't so caught up in the moment he'd be embarrassed by how quick it happened.

"god, baby, please. i'm gonna cum, i'm gonna cum," he repeated, scrunching his face in pleasure.

you looked up at him through your eyelashes and the coil in his stomach almost exploded right then.

"c-can i cum? please, please let me cum," he begged, mouth parting.

you mumbled a little mhm, the vibration sending him over the edge as he shot his load into your mouth. you milked his cock with your hand, inviting every drop of cum onto your tongue.

"fucking hell, t-that felt so good. thank you, y/n. thank you so— so much, god. that w-was so.."

you slowly pulled away from his dick and swallowed, using the back of your hand to wipe your lips.

you looked up at him and his eyelids were heavy, barely open as he tried catching his breath.

#joel farabee #joel farabee imagine #joel farabee blurb #joel farabee x reader #joel farabee smut #philadelphia flyers #flyers #nhl smut #hockey boy smut #hockey smut #riri's thirsty thots #thirsty thots

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buttercupjosh · 6 months ago

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Y’all, please send me your hockey fic recs, I’m going to updating my fic rec list soon (my last updated list is here). Thank you in advance😌

Note: I don’t read smut

#joel farabee #Joel farabee x reader #Joel Farabee fic

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misshoneyimhome · 1 year ago

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500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

Cross me - “If you cross her, then you cross me” I Joel Farabee

Summary: You and Joel Farabee often clashed, but then one night he saw you in a new light. And when he stepped up to defend you, the shift in your relationship became undeniable.

Tropes & warnings: Joel Farabee x reader, enemies to lovers, reader working for the Flyers, protective!Joel, angry ex-boyfriend, Smut 18+; fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (p in v)

Other notes: Alrighty, babes! So, this one's for the anon who requested Joel Farabee smut 🤗 I have to admit, I wasn't too familiar with him at first, but I hope I've managed to capture his vibe just a little bit 🙈

Word count: 3.1K

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The locker room was buzzing with post-match adrenaline. The Philadelphia Flyers had just secured a thrilling victory, and the air was electric with high-fives and laughter. Joel Farabee, however, couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unfinished business. And as he pulled off his gear, his eyes drifted to the opposite corner of the room where you stood, talking animatedly with one of the coaches.

You were one of the team’s PR managers, brought in to shake up the Flyers' public image a couple of seasons ago. And from day one, you and Joel had clashed over every little detail—press releases, social media posts, interview schedules. It seemed like every interaction ended in an argument, a battle of wills that neither of you could back down from.

One particular incident still stood out in your memory. It was the day after a tough loss, and the tension in the locker room was palpable. You had drafted a press release to address the team's performance, emphasising their determination to bounce back stronger. Joel, however, had different ideas.

"Seriously? This makes us sound like we're begging for sympathy," Joel had said, holding up the draft with a scowl.

You crossed your arms, meeting his glare head-on. "It's called damage control, Joel. We need to show the fans that the team is resilient and committed to improving."

But he just shook his head, frustration etched across his features. "We need to be honest, not sugarcoat everything. The fans deserve better than empty platitudes."

"It's not about sugarcoating,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It's about maintaining a positive image and keeping morale up."

Joel stepped closer, his voice lowering but no less intense. "And it's my job to make sure we’re genuine. The guys don't need to be coddled. They need to feel the weight of their performance and come back fighting."

The argument went back and forth, neither of you willing to concede. Your voices rose, drawing the attention of some of the other players who exchanged wary glances but wisely stayed out of it.

Yet, finally, you threw your hands up in exasperation. "Fine. Let's just put out a bland, generic statement and see how that goes."

"It's not about being bland,” Joel's eyes flashed with irritation. “It's about being real. The fans can tell when we're faking it."

You bit back a retort, recognising that continuing the argument was futile. "We'll revise it together," you said through gritted teeth, barely managing to keep your tone professional. "But we need to find a balance."

Joel nodded curtly, still clearly annoyed but willing to cooperate. "Agreed."

But tonight, something was different. Joel noticed the way you winced as you moved, your usually bright eyes dulled with pain.

His brow furrowed in concern. Although Joel wasn’t exactly sure why he cared so much, the thought of you being hurt made his chest tighten.

So, as the locker room began to empty out, he found himself walking towards you. You were packing up your things, your face set in a determined mask.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than he intended. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes before they narrowed suspiciously. "What is it, Farabee? Need another fight to cap off your night?"

But Joel shook his head, taking a step closer. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Your eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"The way you're moving. You're hurt. Did someone do this to you?"

You glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone else was listening, then sighed. "It's nothing. Just a little accident. Nothing for you to worry about."

Yet, Joel's jaw clenched. "It is something if someone hurt you."

"Why do you even care, Joel?” your breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes. “We’re not exactly friends."

And with that, you dismissed him as you walked out, leaving Joel a little frustrated. All he wanted was to help, and yet you didn’t want to accept it. He stood there for a moment, watching you go, a mix of worry and helplessness churning inside him. He had never felt this protective before, and it frustrated him that you wouldn't let him in.

A few nights later, on a rare off night for the Flyers, the team decided to unwind at a popular downtown bar. The atmosphere was lively, with music thumping and laughter echoing from every corner. And naturally, Joel was there, enjoying the night with his teammates, yet his eyes kept drifting toward you. You were mingling with everyone, your laughter genuine as you joked with colleagues and team partners. It was a side of you he rarely saw, and for some unknown reason, it made him smile.

You had grown close to many of the team members over the past few months. Your hard work and dedication had earned their respect, and tonight was no exception. You moved through the crowd with ease, sharing stories and drinks, a welcome presence among the players and staff.

However, suddenly, the room's lighthearted mood shifted. And Joel noticed it immediately—your expression changed, your face paling as you glanced toward the entrance. Following your gaze, Joel's eyes landed on a man who had just walked in - your ex boyfriend.

His heart sank as he saw the fear and distress in your eyes, the way your shoulders tensed and your smile vanished. He had heard rumours but hadn't had the chance to ask you about it, yet he knew: your ex was the reason for your recent pain.

Joel’s protective instincts suddenly flared up.

Your ex then made a beeline toward you, his presence like a dark cloud interrupting the joyful atmosphere. You tried to maintain your composure, but Joel could see the tears welling up in your eyes, the knot in your chest tightening as your ex began shouting. His voice was loud, drawing attention from everyone around you. It was nothing but humiliating.

“You think you can ignore me?” your ex yelled, his face twisted with anger. “You’re coming home with me. NOW!”

You tried to speak, to tell him to leave you alone, but your voice caught in your throat. And as the bar fell silent, all eyes were on the unfolding drama.

But before you could say anything else, Joel suddenly stepped in. He moved swiftly, positioning himself between you and your ex. His expression was fierce, eyes locked onto the man in front of him.

"Maybe you should leave," Joel spoke firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Your ex sneered, clearly unimpressed. "You don’t get to tell me what to do. She thinks she can leave me? Well, she can’t. She’s coming home with me."

"No," Joel said simply, his tone unyielding. "If you cross her, then you cross me. And I don’t think you want that."

There was a tense silence as your ex seemed taken aback by Joel’s unwavering stance. He scoffed, about to retort when another voice joined in.

"Actually, you cross all of us," Sean Couturier said, the captain stepping up beside Joel. And then, one by one, more players moved to stand behind them, forming a protective wall between you and your ex.

The solidarity of the team was overwhelming. You had never expected anything like this—the entire team protecting you, with Joel at the front. It was both humbling and empowering.

Your ex looked around, realising he was outnumbered and outmatched. So, with a frustrated huff, he turned and stormed out of the bar.

The moment he was gone, you felt the knot in your chest begin to loosen. And then Joel turned to you, his expression softening. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears still brimming in your eyes but now for a different reason. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice shaky with gratitude. “So much.”

Joel gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Always. If you ever need anything, I’m here."

The team dispersed back into the crowd, the incident already becoming part of the night’s stories. Yet, Joel stayed close to you for the rest of the evening, his presence a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone. And as the night wore on, the initial shock and embarrassment gave way to a growing sense of warmth and safety. Joel’s protectiveness, once a point of contention, now felt like an anchor.

And eventually, the two of you found a quieter corner of the bar, away from the bustling crowd. You sat together on a plush couch, the dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. Joel handed you a drink, and you took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

"Are you really okay?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any lingering pain.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I am now. Thanks to you."

"I meant what I said," Joel's gaze softened as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you ever need anything, I’m here."

You looked into his eyes, seeing a depth of sincerity that took your breath away. The tension between you shifted again, the space between you charged with a new energy. In that moment, you realised that the constant bickering had masked a deeper connection, one that was now impossible to ignore.

"Joel," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I never expected you to..."

"To care?" he finished for you, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. "Yeah."

Joel leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your cheek. "Well, I do. More than I thought possible."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the world around you fading as you focused entirely on him. The warmth of his hand, the intensity in his gaze—it all drew you in, making it impossible to resist.

And just like that, as everything else fell away, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft and sweet at first, a hesitant exploration of new territory. But as the seconds ticked by, the kiss deepened, fuelled by the unspoken emotions that had been building between you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Joel’s thumb brushed your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Wow," you whispered, a smile spreading across your face.

Joel chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Yeah, wow."

You both sat there for a moment, savouring the new closeness and the promise of what could be. Yet, you yearned for more—a longing to feel more than just his lips on yours.

The bar's lively atmosphere buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was Joel. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every passing second. You didn't want this night to end, and the idea of parting ways now felt unbearable.

"I don’t want to go home alone," you admitted softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

Joel’s eyes darkened with understanding, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Neither do I."

You bit your lip, contemplating your next move. You didn’t want to seem too obvious, but the desire to continue this night with him was overwhelming. So, gathering your courage, you took his hand in yours, the simple touch sending a spark through your body.

“Come with me,” you whispered, your voice filled with both hope and anticipation.

Joel simply nodded, no hesitation in his eyes. “Lead the way.”

The walk to your place was filled with a comfortable silence, the night air cool against your flushed cheeks, as your hand remained in his, a steady anchor while you navigated through the city streets. And every so often, you’d steal a glance at him, the look of determination and tenderness in his eyes making your heart race.

Then when you finally reached your apartment, you fumbled with the keys, your nerves getting the better of you. But Joel’s hand on yours steadied your trembling fingers, and you managed to unlock the door, pushing it open with a sense of anticipation.

And as soon as the door closed behind you, the tension between you snapped. Joel’s hands were swiftly on your waist, forcefully pulling you close as his lips found yours once again. The kiss was more intense this time, fuelled by nothing but desire. You led him to the living room, your lips never parting, as your hands roamed every part of him.

But then you pulled back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his. “Joel,” you breathed, your voice filled with longing.

And he simply answered with another kiss, his hands roaming your back, pulling you even closer to his body. “I know,” he murmured against your lips. “Me too.” Then with a shared look of understanding, you led him further into your apartment, towards the bedroom.

The room fell hot almost immediately as neither of you wanted to waste any time undressing each other. With each kiss, every touch, friction caused sparks to fly as your mutual desire filled the air.

Joel’s fingers deftly unbuttoned your shirt, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tugged at his shirt, pushing upwards and prompting him to pull it over his head, your hands eager to explore the muscles beneath. He then pulled your shirt off as well, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice husky.

Yet, you merely responded by pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him again. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of passion and longing.

Joel’s hands slid down your back, the sensation of his touch on your bare skin making you shiver, your body reacting to his touch with a fervour you’d never experienced before. So, you quickly worked on unbuttoning his trousers, your fingers trembling with anticipation.

And as your clothes fell to the floor, you both moved towards the bed, the longing building with every step. The sheets felt cool against your heated skin as Joel lowered you onto the mattress, his naked body pressing against yours. His kisses became more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each touch.

Your hands roamed his back, feeling the strength of his muscles as he moved against you. Every kiss, every caress was a declaration of the connection you’d both been too stubborn to acknowledge until now.

Then Joel’s lips found yours again, the kiss deepening as he settled between your legs. His hand then gently snaked between your bodies, tracing soft trails over your smooth skin until he found your core.

You arched into him, your body craving more as the heat between you was almost unbearable. And effortlessly, he allowed two fingers to gently enter you, exploring your heat and tight muscles, stretching you with every slow pump. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he responded with a low growl of desire.

“Joel,” you moaned softly, feeling the arousal build within as he moved his fingers a little faster. You were completely soaked, making it effortless for him to massage your core.

But both of you also felt the impatience for a rush take over. Despite how good it felt having Joel stimulating you, you needed more. You craved him inside you.

And Joel was feeling the same arousal burning within him, his hardness throbbing, already dripping with pre-cum as he too felt the need to feel you around him.

So, gently withdrawing his fingers, causing you to let out another soft moan, he then lined the tip of his length with your entrance. And with a determined and passionate push, he let himself enter you completely.

“Oh yes…” he moaned deeply as your tight walls wrapped around him, hugging him tightly. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You could barely respond, only a mix of gasps and moans escaping your lips as he began to rock his hips, his length filling you up and hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly.

It felt nothing but amazing as the two of you made passionate love, your bodies melting together in sync.

Joel picked up the pace, settling into a steady rhythm that felt natural yet dangerously arousing. The night became a blur of passion and sensation, as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony.

Every touch brought you closer, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing moment. It was as if all the arguments, all the tension had been leading to this, a culmination of the unspoken feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface.

“Mmm…” you bit your lip as you felt the rush beginning to course through you, knowing that it wouldn’t be long if he kept up the speed. “Joel… I’m… I’m close.”

But your moans and words only spurred Joel on, as he felt his own climax approaching, making him unable to hold back. The feeling of you around him was simply incredible, and though he didn’t want the pleasure to end so soon, the urge for a release overcame him.

And when your nails dug deeper into his skin, your walls clenching around his sensitive member, neither of you could hold back your climaxes. Letting out louder moans, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room, you both gave into the intensity and pushed each other over the edge together.

“Fuck…” Joel grunted deeply as he released himself into you.

“Fuck indeed,” you breathed out panting for air, your eyes shut as you slowly came down from the high that had consumed your mind completely.

Joel lay still for a moment, allowing himself to relax while still inside you, feeling your muscles pulsating around him. It had been intense, yet nothing but pure pleasurable. And the smiles slowly creeping on your lips signalled the rush you were both feeling.

Then Joel gently withdrew, and when you finally lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, the world outside still and silent, you knew that everything had changed. Joel’s hand traced lazy circles on your arm, his breath warm against your skin.

“You know,” he murmured, a smile in his voice, “I think we make a pretty good team.”

You laughed softly, the sound filled with contentment. “Yeah, we do.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. There was a tenderness there, a promise of something more, something deeper than just a fleeting moment of passion.

And as you drifted off to sleep in Joel’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel that this was the beginning of something new—something better, something real.

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wyattjohnston · 4 years ago

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fell in love with you in stages - joel farabee

note: this is a Feminine!Reader fic, not my usual style in case that's important to anyone. Thanks to @lulucanwrite @fuckyeahmattytkachuk and @princessphilly for helping me out in various ways.

This was written for @museinmind as part of the summer fic exchange 2k21. I hope you enjoy it!

word count: 2,348

summary: 4 times Joel realised he was falling in love with you + 1 time he told you.

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Joel didn’t really know why you were there, sitting on TK’s couch laughing loudly at Karly and her baby-belly before finally moving the cushions so that she could sit with her. You were friends, presumably, with Karly; you’d barely spoken to anyone but her or TK all afternoon. They had introduced you earlier, by name only and not with any relation to anyone, but you had otherwise kept yourself.

Even when you were alone Joel had noticed that you never stopped smiling. It was contagious, seeing it reach your eyes.

He asked around about you, trying to get as much information as he could before he spoke to you—he liked to be prepared for everything which was a holdover from never being unprepared for hockey. TK was, maybe predictably, the only one who could help.

Joel listened intently to TK, even if he wasn’t looking at TK at all. He hardly took his eyes off you as he learnt about your job, your school, how you met Karly and that it had taken nearly twelve months for you to finally come to a party with the Flyers. TK didn’t seem bothered that Joel wasn’t looking at him.

You also didn’t notice that he’d been staring, thankfully, until Joel had nearly exhausted his questions. You did smile at him, though, when you realised. It was a small smile, shy, and definitely didn’t reach your eyes but it was kind and welcome. Joel didn’t even look back at TK as he slapped his shoulder and made his way towards you.

“I’m Joel,” he said calmly, though he was anything but.

“I know,” you smiled before introducing yourself.

“I know,” Joel mimicked. “I just had Teeks give me a crash course.”

You raised an eyebrow and asked, “Couldn’t let me give my own crash course?”

“You seem like someone who’s going to take me by surprise—I needed a head start.”

You patted the seat, your smile even more disarming up close. You turned on the seat cushion, tucking one leg under you so that you were facing him. Joel started to rattle off what he’d learnt—none of it particularly deep, though it was at the very least correct. He was truly delighted with everything he knew, and even more so when you added some extra details that Teeks could never know.

“You really find me that interesting, huh?” you asked joyously.

“I like how happy you are about all of it.”

That only served to make your face brighten even more.

2 –

Joel waited, impatiently, for the next time he’d get to see you. With the season picking up and the weather getting colder, it was harder to get everyone in the same place and even harder when hoping for people who weren’t related to the team to be there, too. December came, though, and TK and Karly had put together a small, Christmas-adjacent gathering. Joel was positive TK had only invited him because he hadn’t shut up about you.

Joel wasn’t complaining.

You were chatting in a corner with Frosty when Joel walked in, your smile just as eye-catching as that first day and your laugh just as hypnotising. He wasn’t even jealous that Frosty was the one to make you laugh, he was just happy that he was there to see it.

He did the rounds, saying hello to all his teammates and their partners, all along his path to you—and Frosty, probably but that was just lucky for Frosty.

Haysey noticed that he didn’t have Joel’s full attention when they were talking—unlike TK the last time. Haysey was smirking throughout their conversation, and it grew bigger every time he asked another question just as Joel was getting ready to move on.

“Alright,” Haysey conceded, noting the antsy twitching in Joel’s legs. “Go get ‘er, Tiger.”

Joel’s nerves decided to kick in on his walk over to you, a huge change from his excitement in the lead up. It shook him the way your eyes lit up when he stood beside Frosty, making himself known. Your smile reached the very corners of your eyes and he didn’t think he had ever seen anybody sign so sincerely.

“What’s happening over here?” he asked, remaining as casual as he possibly could. Which is to say, not casually at all.

“Frosty, here, was just telling me that you’re a SoundCloud rapper.

“No,” he said sharply in Frosty’s direction. “I just listen.”

“Sure, but I’d still like to hear what you listen to—I guess I can give you my number and you can send me a link to your page?”

Frosty disappeared at that, muttering something about his job being done, and Joel quickly ripped his phone out of his pocket to send you the link before you could change your mind. You didn’t look like you would, though, as you unlocked your own phone and saved his number when his text came through.

Joel readied himself to defend his music taste, something he’d never even thought to worry about before, when he watched you scroll through his most recent plays. You didn’t seem to mind, though, your eyebrows twitching in delight every couple of songs.

“Not bad, Farabee, not bad at all,” you nodded. There was a light sense of teasing in your voice that went straight to his chest, as if he hadn’t actually expected you to look at it. He hadn’t, though, he was expecting to send the link, for you to smile politely and then put your phone away.

His brain malfunctioned a little when you came across songs you hadn’t heard, asking him to describe it to you or tell you about a similar artist to get a good vibe. He managed, though, and did his best to actually tell you helpful information as opposed to just telling you that it was so good.

“I’m gonna create a playlist when I get home,” you announced when you reached the end. “Thanks for the new music.”

You waved your phone in the air, Joel’s eyes tracking the movement, as you started to think about what you were going to send back to him.

3—

You started popping up more regularly after that—even to nights out when Karly wasn’t there. Joel wasn’t entirely certain who had been inviting you because it could honestly have been any one of the meddling idiots on the team but no matter how quick he thought he was to invite you somewhere; you were already heading there.

He’d been texting you on the way to get smoothies with Frosty and thrown an invite your way in the spur of the moment. The text you sent back was just a picture of the smoothie shop’s sign; just the corner of Frosty’s face visible.

If he walked a little bit faster to reach it, that was nobody’s business.

You were practically bouncing when he rounded the corner. It was clear to everyone who spent any time around the team that you and Frosty had become thick as thieves and Frosty was one of the main people to invite out, so it wasn’t a surprise to know that he’d asked you to come. Frosty may also have been dropping numerous hints Joel’s way that he should just ask you out; he was getting there, alright? These sorts of delicate things took time and careful planning.

“Buzz buzz, motherfucker, you’re late!” you shouted, the distasteful looks from nearby parents not even registering, when you spotted him.

Joel stopped mid-stride just to burst out into laughter. Once he was able to gather himself, at least enough to breathe, he said, “You can’t be mad at me; I didn’t even know you were going to be here.”

“You invited me!” you shrieked

“Afterhe did,” Joel argued, pointing a sharp finger at Frosty. “You would have been late if you’d waited for me.”

“Gotta get in quick, baby, I’m hot property,” you said, the shimmy in your shoulders only adding to the ridiculousness.

Frosty was able to corral both of you into the store and into the queue despite the near uncontrollable laughter as you continued to buzz in Joel’s direction.

Knowing that Frosty’s drink order contained honey only served to make the laughter become so excessive that you and Joel had to stand to the side and let other people order their drinks while you calmed down. Between the two of you, you were also able to corral Frosty into your laughter with a few strategic finger pokes right into his ribs.

Joel could hardly stop staring at you when you finally sat down with your drinks, enamoured by the quick rise and fall of your chest as you recovered from another round of laughter and the brightness that seemingly never left your eyes.

Joel had finally done it. He’d managed to invite you somewhere before anyone got in before him.

And okay, maybe that was because he’d organised it himself and you were the only person invited but you were both happy enough to ignore that technicality.

You’d mentioned once, offhand and fleeting, that you’d never been to New Hope. One of your friends had gone and come back squeeing, so you’d said something about finding time for a day trip.

Even though Joel was the one you’d mentioned it to— you’d been on the phone with him as you scrolled through Instagram and saw all the photos—you hadn’t expected him to listen let alone make anything of it. He did, though, and he picked you up on one of the few Saturdays he had free for a day trip that had been organised just the day before.

“Shotgun picks music?” you asked, being sure to smile as sweetly as possible.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” Joel countered, albeit weakly.

“I have music to show you,” you said, waving your phone at him.

He conceded, easily, and you set up the Bluetooth connection while he was still working out the best way to get to New Hope—it would be inevitable that Maps would be brought up on your phone, but you were happy to let him think he would remember every single turn for a little bit.

His head lifted just as the Media Screen showed all your playlists, the top one being your latest playlist. Joel snorted just before a quiet ‘buzz buzz’ left his mouth. You turned your head quickly, a little shocked that he’d even seen it. You were even more shocked, though, to see the corners of his mouths tilted upwards and the tops of his cheeks tinged red.

“Buzz buzz,” you said back somewhat sheepishly, caught out by your own little joke.

It was a playlist for him, though, honestly, filled with music you’d found through him and music you thought he’d enjoy. It proved a success because once the drive finally began with Joel singing along loudly and proudly when he knew the words—and even louder and prouder when he had only worked out the ends of lines in the songs. It was enough for you to never want the drive to end.

New Hope did eventually appear in front of you, not without a few wrong turns, and it was everything you had imagined from your friend’s photo. Joel wasn’t feeling it as much, that was clear, though he took photos of you whenever you wanted them taken and made sure to point out anything that he thought might take your fancy. Not a single complaint was heard from him as you dragged him through every building you passed from the library to the Children’s Museum—not even when you batted your eyelashes at him and asked him to walk you through the orchard.

“You really like it here?” Joel asked when you finally sat down for something to eat in the afternoon.

He’d caught your eyes wandering around the street—you’d specifically asked for an outdoor table just so that you could keep taking it all in—and seen the awe and wonder as you took in every little detail.

“It’s different,” you said, a light shrug in your shoulders. “I like Philly and I like cities; it’s just nice to be somewhere else. With someone else.” You paused and made sure to make eye contact with Joel before you said, “Thank you for bringing me here.”

“Thank you for letting me.”

The individual hang outs had become more frequent. Neither of you had called them datesyet, even though that’s what they were all beginning to feel like.

The coffees, the lunches, the reality TV he’d talked you into watching with him—every single second you spent together was starting to feel lighter and lighter. There was tension, sure, as you both waited for the other to say something or make a move, it just didn’t take away from the easiness.

You’re emptying Joel’s dishwasher to make room for the dirty dinner dishes, unexciting and repetitive, when the air changes. You wouldn’t have noticed had it not been for the clank in the sink when Joel dropped in a plate he was rinsing off, causing you to look up and pull a confused face at him.

He stares back at you, silent and frozen—for years, eons, eternities—before you stand up straight and drop the plate you’d been holding onto the table.

“Ground control to Buzz Aldrin?” you press when he still doesn’t speak. “Anybody in there, Buzz?”

Joel nods and then says, unceremoniously and without pause, “I kind of love you, I think.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. I reckon,” he confirms. He hasn’t moved from beside the sink, but his face looks freer, less distant.

“That’s good,” you say, quietly enough that it may as well just be to yourself. You speak louder, needing your next words to be heard. “I kind of love you, too.”

Joel’s smile was small, secretive, and still so sincere. “That’s good.”

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