#travis konecny imagine

[princessconsuela120]

⚛︎TENNESSEE WHISKEY⚛︎

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Summary: when you and your friend crash a wedding one Saturday night, you meet a handsome stranger who seemed to enjoy the hockey game more than the wedding itself, just like you.

Warnings: not really any, I think maybe some cursing, it’s adorable though

Author’s Note: this is set around 2015, right before Travis started for the Flyers, so you don’t know who he is yet. And I know he’s from Canada but he’s in Philly because he’s gonna join them soon.

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GIGGLES WERE HEARD THROUGHOUT THE HALLWAYS, YOU AND YOUR BEST FRIEND NATALIE BOTH WITH HALF EMPTY WINE GLASSES IN YOUR HANDS, DRESSED IN YOUR FINEST DRESSES. It was a Saturday night, you were bored, and drunk, and the grand hall at the hotel you had been staying at seemed to be calling your name. In your tipsy mind, crashing the wedding reception seemed like the perfect idea. You had no idea whose wedding it was, or where they came from, but it was Saturday night, who cared.

“So, do you know the bride or groom?” Someone asked, making you and Nat turn and look at each other as you entered the room.

“The bride!” She shouted, and you nodded along, both of you shaking your heads vigorously.

“Yes, such good friends.” You continued

“The goodest.” She finished. You both turned to each other and giggled again, the effects of the wine hitting harder than before.

“We know her from college.” She continued, and the man nodded in understanding, not noticing the goofiness of it all.

“Oh at Rowan?” He asked. You gave him a thumbs up as Nat died laughing beside you.

“Of course.”

“Go Lions!” Nat cheered, earning an odd look from the man as you two began giggling again and running away. Filling up two more glasses of wine, you both decided you had danced enough for now. Your feet were sore from your heels that you refused to take off -dirty floors- and you both went upstairs to the mini bar to sit down for a minute. Well, that and also the fact that the hockey game was playing on tv, and even with a wedding reception going on before you, you couldn’t find anything more interesting. When Nat went to get another drink, she smiled down at her phone, hitting your shoulder aggressively.

“What, what, WHAT!” You shouted, and Nat downed her wine before handing you the glass.

“Alex just got here. I have to go get her outside, you know, her morals and all.” She said, making you roll your eyes, still watching the tv screen. 

“Yeah yeah fine, go.” You shooed her away, your eyes still trained in the screen. 

“Alright, see you cutie.” She said, ruffling your hair before walking away. It was a few minutes later, your team still losing to their biggest opponent and you began getting angrier at the tv.

“No! What were you born last night! Idiot.” You shouted at the tv, as if they could hear you. You were so focused, and let’s face it, drunk, you didn’t even hear the door to the bar open and close.

“This is why I watch women’s sports.” You groaned, downing your drink before nodding at the bartender for another.

“Who’s winning?” You don’t even turn to spare the man a glance, shaking your head angrily.

“The freaking penguins.” You grumbled, making the guy beside you scoff.

“Figures.”

“You’d think at one of the biggest games of the season they’d take it more seriously.” You grumbled, downing your drink.

“They could use some new guys, new fresh meat you know?” He said, making you shrug.

“Well, I love my team, of course I do. I just don’t know what they’re doing. It’s like they forgot how to play.” 

The guy beside you chuckled, and you chuckled too, finally looking at him for the first time. No matter how many drinks you had, it seemed as if looking in his eyes made you sober. The strangest feeling. You met eyes with him and fireworks erupted into your stomach. As if the team just scored a goal, sirens sounded in your mind, your eyes swimming in his greenish blue ones. He seemed to think the same, because all hope was lost when he smiled softly at your appearance.

“Oh wow.” You mumbled, not being able to control the words falling from your mouth. He chuckled, his cheeks tinting red as he looked down.

“I could say the same.”

You both were lost in each other’s gaze, but your attention was cut short when the announcer on the tv began to pick up with excitement.

“Go..GO!” You both began shouting, almost forgetting the moment you shared as you both jumped out of your seats.

“YES!” You yelled, making your own siren sounds as the team scored a goal. You both began jumping excitedly, and turned to the man beside you with joy.

“I’m so happy I could kiss you!” You yelled, making him stop jumping, his eyes lighting up. You threw a hand over your mouth. “Oh my god why did I say that.” You said nervously, but he didn’t seem to have minded all to much. His arm found its way around your waist, pulling you slightly closer to him.

“Y/N! Come on they’re playing disco I need my dance partner!” Nat screamed, running into the room and locking her arm with yours. You looked over at the man, giving him one last glance before giving up and walking out with Natalie.

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AFTER HAVING DANCED THE NIGHT AWAY, THE MUSIC STARTED TO SLOW, AND IT WAS TIME FOR THE HAPPY COUPLE TO ENJOY EACH OTHER FOR A BIT, THE SLOW DANCING PERIOD. Nat and Alex broke away from you to dance together, leaving you alone, figures. Now you were sitting at an empty table, drinking, still, just you and your lonesome.

“Not a slow dance kinda gal?” The same man from before asked, holding a glass of whiskey and smiling at you. You’re heart skipped a beat when you looked over.

“Well, I would be but, unfortunately I came alone. Always.” You mumbled, mentally cursing yourself for over sharing. The man nodded.

“Yeah, me too. The love of my life is reserved for Hockey.” He said, making you shake your head in agreement.

“Right? Games over now so, I get to wait for these two lovebirds to leave.” You said, pointing at Nat and Alex who were happily swaying to the music. He nodded in agreement. You both sat there in silence, watching the scene around you. It wasn’t awkward silence, or bad, mostly just comfortable silence. Even though you barely knew this guy, somehow sitting together in silence felt right, like a nice breather from everything else. From the flyers loss, from your own personal dread, and loneliness. Cause as much as you loved being alone, you hated being lonely. It’s this guy, who you had only known for about a day now, who you seemed to enjoy being alone together with, so it got rid of the loneliness. The tune of Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton began playing, pulling you from your daydreams and you smiled to yourself, humming the song.

“Oh, I love this song.” You whispered, holding a hand to your heart with joy.

“Me too.” The man smiled at you as you hummed the song; his new favorite sound. He got up, and extended a hand. “May I have this dance?”

“Of course.” You said, smiling widely as he pulled you up into his arms. You both began to sway to the music, your head rested on his chest as you did. You felt comfortable, free. That could’ve been the alcohol talking but your heart felt drawn to this man. You pulled away, smiling at him.

“Thank you, for this. I really needed it.” You mumbled, taking a deep breath out as you settled into his embrace.

“Of course. I figured after the flyers loss you’d be pretty bummed.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.

“And how would you know that? You don’t even know my name.” You remarked, and he smirked back. 

“Y/n.” You looked up at him in shock, but before you could ask how he knew, he continued. “I heard your little friend say it when she pulled you away.”

“Right.” You chuckled to yourself. “She is little isn’t she.” He chuckled back, the most genuine heart warming laugh you’d ever heard -you’re new favorite sound. Your eyes met his eyes again, and those fireworks came back. His arm wrapped around your lower back, pulling your face and body closer to his. You’re mind didn’t even register how close your faces were until he lifted your chin slightly, bringing your lips to his. It was sweet and gentle, like if he kissed you any harder you could break under his arms. And it was short but sweet, and felt like heaven and the stars had aligned. It didn’t even matter how short it was, it seemed to last hours. Like it was where they belonged.

“I didn’t catch your name.” You whispered, forehead touching his as you  aught your breath.

“I didn’t throw it.” He remarked, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

He chuckled, making you laugh as well. And just as you were about to speak again he pulled your lips back, this time with more want, more passion. This time was longer, a sort of never letting go type of feeling. It dove deeper, not just the physicality itself but with all of it. Something more personal, more close. It was driven and lustful, like at any moment it could become something more. You wanted it to become something more. But alas, your fantasy was soon interrupted when the booming voice of your little friend pulled the two of you apart.

“Y/N! Come on! They know!” Nat shouted, both her and Alex appearing out of breath on either of your sides.

“What? Uh-um-who-what?” You asked, still in shock. You looked over to the man before you, then back at the girls.

“They know we don’t belong here, now hurry up before they kick us out!” Nat said, trying to nudge your arm for you to leave but you wouldn’t budge.

“But,” you looked at the man. “But, I, um, we, him…” you stuttered. Natalie rolled her eyes, both her and Alex each grabbing one of your arms and pulling you away.

“Wait! No!” You shouted, but you turned around and it was too late, he was gone.

“Shit.”

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YOU’VE HAD MANY A DEPRESSING NIGHT SINCE THE NIGHT OF THE WEDDING. That feeling of longing always lingered in your chest. You could still feel his fingers on your hips, taste his lips on yours. You hadn’t even found out his name. It felt as if it was fate, being there with him, yet now he was gone. Who knew if he was local to Philly or if he was visiting for the wedding. For all you knew he could live in Canada and you’d never have known. 

You sighed desperately, walking around the supermarket for your weekly groceries. You and Nat had been roommates ever since you graduated high school, and had been pros at making bar drinks. So every week on Friday night you’d have a drink night, with movies and a few friends where you’d mix new drinks. You’re heart felt a little heavier this week, especially after hearing the theme for Friday would be Whiskey. So you walked around to find ingredients for your classic cocktails and this week's drink, an old fashioned. The plan was to watch the hockey game, and drink. Of course, all your favorite things had to bring you back to that night. 

Even now walking through the store, you’re favorite song now playing over the speakers, Tennessee Whiskey. Figures

“I love this song.” You whispered, sighing as you struggled to reach the tub of maraschino cherries.

“Me too.” Someone said beside you, grabbing the tub of cherries you tried to reach. You turn and look at him to be met with the face of the man you had danced with at the wedding. Your eyes lit up with joy and you pointed at him.

“It’s you!”

“Travis.” He said, a kind smile as he handed you the cherries. “Konecny.” 

You smiled at him, nodding. He extended his hand to you as you put the cherries in the cart, making you chuckle.

“Now that we’re no longer strangers, May I have this dance?” He asked politely, giving you that same devilish smile you missed so dearly.

“Of course.” 

So just like before, the two of you began to dance, subtly swaying to the music. You didn’t even care that you were in the middle of the grocery store, or that you still barely knew the man in front of you, all you cared about was this. The warmth it brought you, the joy. The euphoria radiating off your bodies being so closely connected. You knew somewhere deep down, as your head rested on his chest, listening to the soothing sounds of his heartbeat, that this was the start to your forever.

[wyattjohnston]

Demi!! End of the year prompts!! So fun!! Question: I noticed that the series was discontinued but I love Amy and Travis so if you're comfortable writing them, maybe prompt #4? If not, I would love to see more of Isla and Ryan! Oh, and... HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND HERE'S TO ANOTHER AMAZING YEAR!! -senditcolton

hi nicole (@senditcolton)!! i decided to stop writing TK and Amy because TK became a dad and got married, but as every day passes i get closer and closer to going back because i love him so much

It had been a long day. A long, long day.

Amy loved her job, there wasn’t much to dislike about being a tour guide at the zoo—she didn’t have to be worried about sitting at a desk all day and she got to unload a lifetime of animal facts on children who would happily listen to her talk all day.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes it wasn’t a good day.

“What happened?” Travis asked, spying Amy before she’d gotten very far into the house.

“I’m sad and I demand cuddles,” she said, dumping her bag on the ground and giving Travis no choice as she stepped into his arms.

“Bad day?”

“Parents are awful,” she mumbled into his neck, “and they let their kids be awful. They sounded like hockey players. It was so bad.”

Travis hummed, rocking Amy back and forth on their feet. She could hear his smile when he asked, “A little funny?”

Amy snorted, “Do you know how hard it is to not laugh when a seven year old swears?”

[heartsandhischier]

"Can't we just stay like this?" (blurb)

jamie drysdale x reader

summary - 465 words. waking up with Jamie in the morning

author's note - I've been avoiding all my uni work... just getting all my daydreams written down

warnings - just pure fluff

As the soft ring of Jamie’s alarm pierced the morning calm, it gently roused him from his slumber. Wrapped in the comforting embrace of the soft duvet, his entangled body felt the warmth of sunlight filtering through the curtains. Beside him, Y/N stirred as Jamie’s arm, heavy with sleep, reluctantly left her side to reach for his phone. “Just a few more minutes,” he mumbled, silencing the alarm with a sleepy press of his finger. Reclaiming his position, his arm found its way back around her waist, drawing her closer. She nestled into him, seeking solace in his embrace. With a gentle kiss on her forehead, Jamie savored the moment, knowing he’d soon have to leave for early morning practice. “Do uo have to go?” she murmured, her voice carrying a silent plea. Jamie chuckled softly, his fingers tracing patterns in her hair as he looked down at her sleepy face. Her eyes met his, still glazed with remnants of sleep, yet undeniably beautiful. He couldn’t help but smile at her plea, leaning in to pepper her face with kisses, earning a giggle from her lips. “I don’t think the team would appreciate my absence,” he teased, Y/N pouting playfully giving him puppy eyes. “I’m sure they wouldn’t mind,” she countered with a chuckle, pulling him even closer into their shared warmth.

As Jamie’s gaze shifts to the faint imprints left on Y/N’s face by the pillow, he gently inquires, “Did you sleep well?” Y/N responds with a soft “mhm”, confirming her peaceful slumber. Jamies fingers delicately trace the marks on her skin, earning a playful swat from Y/N as she chuckled, “I can tell.” 

With a gentle touch, Jamie brushes a few stray strands of Y/N's hair away from her face, his actions reflecting his affection and care. He begins to rub gentle circles over Y/N's back, soothing her with his touch as they linger in the intimacy of the moment. "Can we just stay like this?" Y/N whispers, her voice laced with a plea for more time together. Jamie's heart softens at her request, but he knows his commitment to practice awaits. With a sigh, he gently reminds her of his impending departure, his reluctance mirrored in his eyes as he reluctantly prepares to part ways.

With a tender smile, Jamie reassures Y/N, "I'll be back before you know it." Leaning in, he places a soft, lingering kiss on her lips, conveying his affection and promise to return. Reluctantly, he detangles himself from their embrace, his heart heavy with the prospect of leaving her side. With one last loving look, Jamie gathers his things and heads out the door, carrying the warmth of their shared moment with him as he sets off for practice.

[toasttt11]

okay

January 21, 2024

Jamie was sitting in his room on FaceTime with Trevor, listening to Trevor yap about something from practice.

Jamie heard a knock on his door and knew who it was, “Yeah?” Jamie soflty called out and Trevor quieted down looking interested.

Phoenix poked his head looking at Jamie he didn’t notice his little brother on Jamie’s screen, “Hey sorry,” Phoenix apologized quickly seeing he was on call, “Did you want to get lunch before we need to head out?” Phoenix soflty asked knowing Jamie hasn’t eaten lunch yet and they need to head to the stadium in a few hours for their game.

“Yeah give me like fifteen minutes?” Jamie softly nodded and asked him with a soft smile that made Trevor look at him suspiciously.

“No rush.” Phoenix smiled and turned around to walk out.

“Wow! Don’t even say hi to your own brother!” Trevor yelled through the screen making Phoenix turn around and Jamie turned his phone to Phoenix.

Phoenix and Jamie share a fond look of Trevor’s dramatics.

“Hi Trev.” Phoenix softly greeted his baby brother.

“Hi!” Trevor beamed happily back as he got his attention.

“I’ll talk to you later.” Phoenix gave Trevor a look and walked out of the room not wanting to take away from the time Jamie has to talk to his best friend.

Jamie watched Phoenix go with a sappy look o his face and snapped his head back at the phone at the sound of Trevor’s mischievous snicker.

“What?” Jamie asked alreadly dreading what Trevor is going to say.

“You like my brother!” Trevor singsonged with a giant grin on his face.

Jamie blanched and looked extremely pale while also his cheeks flushing bright red, “N-No!” Jamie stuttered out quickly looking extremely panicked.

“Relax Jimmy.” Trevor smiled seeing that Jamie most definitely has a crush on his big brother and his didn’t mind.

“I don’t.” Jamie tried to be stern but his voice wavered, “But uh hypothetically if i did, would that be okay?” Jamie hesitantly asked not looking at the screen.

Trevor felt his face soften and shook his head with a fond smile, “Jamie there is no one else i would want to be with my brother.” Trevor knew how much the two would be good together and while he was sad about the trade he was glad that Jamie got traded to Philly.

“Thanks.” Jamie cleared his throat sheepishly rubbing his neck.

“Now go get food with Nix.” Trevor smiled softly at his best friend once more.

“Bye Z.” Jamie smiled softly back and nodded.

Trevor waved with a grin before he hung up.

Jamie blew out a long breath, Trevor was okay with him liking Phoenix, maybe it was okay to accept what he felt for Phoenix.

Jamie has always felt nervous around Phoenix but not the anxious nervous that he is used to but more of a nervous he really likes, Jamie has always felt himself with Phoenix and Phoenix just always seems to know how to read him in a way Trevor can’t even do.

Jamie nodded slowly and knew he couldn’t pretend he didn’t feel anything for Phoenix anymore, he’s been crushing on him since Trevor introduced them in 2021.

[hockeyboysimagines]

A very Merry NHL Christmas

Warnings: Mild cursing, some sexual humor, talks of Christmas, Jesus and the holidays.

This was originally planned for last Christmas but ya girl had writers block. So enjoy this now. Let me know what you think!

Note: this is a small group of blurbs about all the couples currently in process on my Masterlist. This won’t include anyone who’s not currently being written about. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate, and happy holidays to the rest🤍

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, the kids were asleep, and Matthew and Brady were trying to get Keith into a Santa costume without laughing too loud.

Chantal had one hand over her mouth as she watched them struggle with the zipper before finally closing the suit, and adjusting Keith’s beard. Brady was red faced, and coughing to cover his laughter as Keith whipped around and glared at him, while Matthew had one hand braced on his knee, the other holding his side laughing openly.

“I’m never doing this again.” He grumbled as he stepped into the boots and straightened up looking for the sack of presents. The kids had set up a hidden camera earlier in hopes of catching a picture of Santa putting presents under the tree. Taryn was outside picking up the reindeer food they had left in the front yard and making hoof marks on the front walkway, the milk and cookies had been disposed of and Emma, who would be spending her first Christmas with them since they got married, was sprinkling sand by the front door because south Florida Santa had no snow to work with. Noticeably pregnant Hallie rubbed her hands together and smiled excitedly. Keith placed the presents under the tree, keeping his back to the camera.

“They’re going to love this.” Chantal said giving her hand a squeeze.

Matthew was smiling at her from the doorway as he watched his dad carefully set out gifts and made his way over. He glanced down at her baby bump and rested a hand on it.

“Merry Christmas in there.” He said softly rubbing it “Can’t wait to celebrate with you next year. And by that time someone else will be taking up your space.”

“Uh I don’t think so.” Hallie said shaking her head “This mama is done….for a little while.”

“How many fucking-freaking kids are you guys gonna have Jesus.” Brady said around a mouth full of Christmas cookie. They were all looking at them mildly interested and Hallie wasn’t really sure how to answer.

Matthew shrugged “I guess until I don’t get it done on the first try.”

Her face burned in embarrassment, and she couldn’t believe she had let him answer, but the others were laughing. He threw an arm around her shoulders “But who am I kidding, that won’t happen. I’m 3 for 3. A triple champ.”

“Yeah kind of like an ugly, skinny, Conor McGregor.” Brady said elbowing him.

That started a scuffle and Hallie crossed her arms shaking her head, eyes moving over their house. Over the pictures on the walls they’d amassed over their years together. The ones that started with just them, and then their family, and then their children. Over the decorations, and lights, and ornaments the kids made for them at school that hung on the tree. Her life was so full, so wonderful.

Taryn bumped her shoulder and smiled, eyes moving around before coming back to meet hers “So? Is it everything you hoped for?” She looped an arm around her waist.

She nodded, reaching an arm around her “It’s more than I hoped for.” And then she laughed when Matthew and Brady’s scuffle dissolved and he came over and grinned at her.

“If you don’t stop fighting with Brady you’ll end up on the naughty list, and you won’t get any presents.” She said, reaching forward to wrap her arms around him, as much as possible, with the baby bump in between them.

“The naughty list is more fun anyways. It’s how I became 3 for 3.”

*************

Music played softly in the background of Pierre’s apartment as snow fell outside. It was warm and cozy, the house smelled of cinnamon, and Mila and Pierre were snuggled on the sofa watching the snow fall.

“It’s so pretty.” Mila said off handedly, eyes following the flakes as they blanketed the ground below them, creating a fluffy white blanket on the ground.

“Not as pretty as you.”

She rolled her eyes and tilted her head up to look at him “Your so cheesy.”

“It’s all part of my appeal babe…which speaking of. I have something for you.” He nudged her so he could stand and disappeared around the corner and came back with a box.

“Here.” Pierre said handing it to her. It was long and rectangular shaped and she took it before looking at him.

“Didn’t I tell-“

“Oh shutup.” He said waving her off “Stop trying to police my spending habits on Christmas.”

She giggled and rolled her eyes “Okay Jesus.”

He held a hand up to his chest “Did you just take the lords name in vain…on his birthday?”

“Okay now you shutup.”

“Open it.” He said nudging his chin impatiently at her.

She pulled off the paper, which was no easy feet as it was wrapped like a car ran over it, and pulled out a long blue velvet box. Inside of it was a shining, glittery diamond bracelet.

“Pierre!” She said mouth falling open “This is-“

“Nope!” He held up a hand “It’s not too much. You are worth every single dollar I spent on that, which is none of your business before you ask.”

Mila bit her lip. It was gorgeous, platinum with what looked like a hundred tiny diamonds, held together by a small clasp with her initials on it.

“Well?” He was smiling widely “Do you like it?”

“Of course I like it.” she held it out to him so he could put it on. She turned her wrist so the light caught the diamonds and smiled a little before looking at him.

“Merry Christmas Mila.”

*************

“Wake up! It’s Christmas Eve!”

Vince felt a weight bounce across his bed, rip the covers off of him, and a body wriggle under the blankets, kicking him out of his warm spot.

Josie had come barreling in the room, smiling so wide it could light up a city’s worth of Christmas lights.

“Noooooo.” He groaned eyes closing again. He reached down and pulled the blankets up over his head, and then pulled her closer, leaning down to kiss her deeply but she pushed away from him and tapped him on the lips.

“Uh uh. Santa says no funny business on Christmas Eve until we do something fun!”

“Well Santa can-“

“Ah! None of that or you won’t get any presents!”

She jumped out of bed and pulled the covers off of him, pointing at a neatly folded pile of clothing, “Get dressed. We’re going somewhere.”

He sighed and rolled over with a groan, but when he saw the look on her face he sat up. She looked so excited, hands clasped under her chin as she stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

“Okay, okay I’m awake.”

She squeaked excitedly and bounced from the room, leaving him to get dressed and brush his teeth. She was bundled by the front door as he came around the corner.

“So where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

10 minutes later, he was chuckling as they stood in front of an outdoor ice rink, and he knelt down to tie her skates. He finally got them tied, even though her legs were shaking in excitement and looked up at her.

“Do you even know how to skate?” He asked as he adjusted her leg warmer over the top of her skate and then did the same on the other one.

“Nope!” She said brightly, tapping him on the nose and standing, hands resting on her hips “That’s why you’re going to teach me.”

He helped her out on to the ice and stood facing her, gripping both of her hands in his. He skated backwards pulling her along. It was slow going and he was laughing as she went split legged a few times.

“Hang on. I have a better idea.” He skated around her and pressed himself against her back, arms coming to rest around her waist.

“Hang on.” He said lowly in her ear.

Josie smiled with excitement as he started moving, allowing her to just let her skates sit on the ice without having to do anything else. She closed her eyes and breathed in, the winter air stinging her skin.

“Having a good time?” he asked from behind her.

“Always when I’m with you. Are you having a good time?”

“Of course.” He slowed down a little and walked over her shoulder to kiss her cold cheek “Even though I’m doing all the work. Santa had better reward me with a great gift.”

Josie giggled to herself thankful for Christmas with Vince.

And thankful that he didn’t know, she really did know how to ice skate.

************

“Smile!”

Mat snapped the picture of Leighton and Lucy in front of the tree and smiled.

“Beautiful.”

His first Christmas with his girls had been perfect. The entire month of December had been like something from a dream. Lucy had been to every possible Christmas event they could find on Long Island, often accompanied by her godparents, who were across town celebrating their first Christmas together. Snow angels, Christmas decorating, and even the first time she’d been in an ice rink had all happened in the part month and Mat’s heart felt so full it might burst.

“Let me see.” She squinted at the picture and smiled down at Lucy, who was looking more and more like her as she got older.

“Who’s that beautiful girl?”

He smiled down at them and stood up, setting his phone on the couch and picked up a box and went to hand it to Leighton.

“From Santa. I guess I’m not the only one who thinks you’re beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes and blushed, but pulled out a box and handed it to him. “Here open this first. I think you’re gonna love it.”

He sat on the sofa and pulled at the paper. It was small, enough to fit in his hand. The box was flat, with a cardboard lid and when he pulled it off he saw a blank sheet of paper that said “Pick me up.”

He glanced at her, to find her smiling brightly and she nodded “Go ahead.”

He gripped the paper and pulled, and from it another long sheet of paper fell like an accordion. He pulled it up to look at it and saw that it was t a sheet of paper.

It was a sonogram.

He whipped up his head to find that Leighton was now crying, cheeks red.

“Are you-Oh my god.” He reached forward to hug her, chin resting on her head.

“Are you happy?”

“More happy than I’ve ever been.”

She closed her eyes and breathed him in as he spoke again “This is the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten, and I love you.”

************

“Is this dress to short?” Ginny asked turning in front of the mirror. Beau leaned out of the bathroom and grinned in a way that was not appropriate on any level, but especially not on Christmas.

“Yes. You should definitely wear it. Can’t wait to take it off later.” He leaned back in the bathroom.

She smiled and looked at her closet for shoes. The Islanders Christmas party was in a half and hour and they were running a little behind.

She’d been on time until he came into the bathroom and cracked a joke about opening a present, which turned out to be his jeans and the rest of it was a Christmas story for another time. But not the kind you read before bed.

He walked out of the bathroom looking better than he needed to in a pair of grey pants and a black button up. Ginny paused while she slipped a shoe on, eyes moving from his face to his feet and then back up. He winked and smiled at her.

“Not bad huh? But you’ve got me beat. WOW.” He said as he took in her red dress, and heels. It had been a little over six months and she continued to surprise him by outdoing herself. This was the first big holiday they were spending together and tomorrow she’d be meeting his parents.

He stood staring at her “You look beautiful.”

She smiled and blushed a little. Though she was used to a slew of compliments from him, and she knew he was always being genuine when he said them. But it still made her blush.

“Thank you.” She said softly, slipping into her shoes and turning back to the mirror.

“Are Mat and Leighton coming?”

She nodded and sat at her vanity to find earrings “Yes. She said she has something for me.”

“Like a gift?”

Ginny shrugged “I’m not sure. She just said it was something I would love.” She smiled a little as she poked an earring in her ear.

“You know what I love? That dress. Gosh.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her hair over her shoulder to put in her other earring “Why are you being so nice to me? Keep being too good and I won’t let you unwrap my present later on.”

His mouth fell open “I think it’s supposed to be the other way around. Only people on the nice list get to unwrap presents.”

Ginny smiled at him over her shoulder “I much prefer my present openers to be on the naughty side.”

Beau leaned on the doorway, smile as wide as it could possibly get “Best Christmas ever.”

***********

“Stop laughing.”

“I’m not!” Nash giggled from the ground.

Travis was up on a ladder hanging lights from the archway inside the living room of their new house. She’d insisted for weeks that she didn’t want any there, until she announced she was throwing a Christmas party, and then decided the house wasn’t festive enough, which meant she’d shoved a bunch of lights into his hands and told him to hang them.

“Oh come on!” He yelled as he turned the bulb on one of the strings and the rest went out. He’d been fighting with them for 10 minutes “One goes out, they all stay on. One goes on they all go out!”

“Well at least we know that if hockey doesn’t work out, you won’t have a career as an electrician.” She said from the bottom of the ladder with a shrug.

He glanced over his shoulder “Ha Ha. I’m glad you’re having fun down there.”

“Of course I am. The view is fantastic.” She said with a wink.

Travis chuckled and went back to hanging lights, finally getting them all lit “Finally.” He turned to find her smiling at the bottom of the ladder, hands on her waist “How does that look?”

She nodded and pursed her lips “Perfect. Thank you.”

He shrugged “Don’t thank me. It’s the least I could do. And it makes you happy so it’s a win in my book.”

He made his way down the ladder and pulled her into his arms “Besides. A good deed on Christmas always gets rewarded and I-“

But he was cut short when there was an electrical pop and every light in the house went dark.

“It’s not funny.”

“I’m not laughing. You can’t even see me.”

He grinned “I don’t need to.”

She sighed and he felt her arms slide around his waist “We could just stay here…in the dark I guess.”

“But then how would Santa find our house?” As he said that the lights all lit up at once just in time for him to see her smiled widely at him.

“Who cares? Nothing he could bring me would ever be a better gift that the one I have right here.”

***********

“Merry Christmas!” Sawyer yelled as she pulled open the door to find Nolan’s parents on the other side. She pulled them inside and out of the cold Winnipeg winter and into their cozy house that was full of friends and family.

Nolan was parked on a barstool at the counter watching Sawyer. She was having the absolute time of her life and just looking at her made him want to smile.

It had been a hard year. A hard few years actually but this one in particular had been rough. They’d had so much hope for Vegas and it had only been more of the same, and no one was sure that he’d ever be able to play hockey again. It was sad and scary and she held his hand every minute, but he’d come to terms with it now.

But he didn’t have time to think about it because Sawyer herself came bounding over, hanging mistletoe over his head and kissing him on the cheek with a loud “smack”

“Come on you Grinch! At least smile a little.”

He smiled and she made a face “I mean a real one. Santa is watching.” She pointed upwards.

“I thought that was Jesus who lived up there.”

“Yeah well then he’s watching too. So you won’t get any presents and you might get struck by lightning and that will ruin the whole holiday.” She grinned “And I’ll have to take all these decorations down by myself.”

He chuckled and reached forward, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She said against his chest, quietly enough that only he could hear.

“For?”

“This.” She pulled back and gestured around “I know this isn’t your thing, but it means a lot to me that you let me throw this party.”

“It’s not that bad. I’d do anything to make you happy, you know that. My Christmas gift to you.”

She looked up at him and smiled the most beautiful smile “Your the gift that keeps on giving Nolan Patrick, and no gift could ever be better than spending my life with you.”

Nolan rested his chin on her head “Merry Christmas Sawyer.”

“Merry Christmas Nols.”

************

“Cash will you sit still!” Tyler grumbled as he tried for the third time to stick reindeer antlers on his head. Marshall, Molly and even Gerry were all sitting obediently, but Cash had shaken them off twice. Even though he was as uncooperative as possible, Ava was having so much fun. There was a magic in the air that only lasted one month out of the year that you couldn’t find any other time. The feeling of Christmas was unlike any other and it was the first one she was spending with Tyler, and the first one she could remember being excited for.

She was knelt down, phone in one hand, tennis ball in the other which had the attention of the other three dogs, waiting for Tyler to quit wrestling with their most unruly child.

“Freakin dog.” He said with a huff as he finally got them fastened and made him sit.

“Just like his dad.” She said smiling at him “Okay ready, hey guys!” She waved the ball so they all looked and quickly snapped several pictures before they all started moving with excitement.

“Got it!” she said tossing the ball.

All four took off running after it, skidding through the house and falling over each other like Bambi on ice, and Ava and Tyler both yelled “No!” as Gerry went flying right into the tree.

It swayed for a second before it fell in slow motion as Tyler raced forward to catch it, which he did, but not before it rained ornaments that hit the floor and rolled in all directions.

Ava covered her mouth the keep from laughing and hurried forward as Tyler tipped the tree back up on to its stand, and made a loud noise of annoyance.

“What’s so funny?” He asked when he saw her laughing.

“What’s funny is now you have to help me redecorate it. Since you conveniently seemed to be missing last time.”

“I was at practice.” He said eyeing her with a small smile.

“Sure. That’s why Jamie called looking for you.”

“That douche. Busted I guess. Okay I wasn’t at practice I was out-“ he reached into his pocket and pulled out a box “Buying this.”

She smiled and glanced up as she took it “That’s funny cuz I wasn’t here waiting for you, I was out picking up this.” She pulled a bigger rectangular box from under the sofa.

As they opened their respective gifts she heard Tyler make a noise like a gasp and an exclamation and she smiled. She’d had blown up and framed the first picture they’d ever taken together, them and all four of the dogs. It had been the first time Ava had let anyone take a photo of her in years, and Tyler was so proud of her for it. But she’d kept it hidden, telling him it didn’t take for months. This was the first time he’d seen it, and his eyes softened as he looked at it and then at her.

“I love this. Thank you it’s amazing. We gotta hang this.” He glanced around and picked a spot right by the front door “There. So people see it right when they get here.”

He turned as she pulled her own gift out, a silver locket with a tiny photo of the dogs on one side, and them on the other, and a date a time inscribed on the back.

“This is beautiful, but what’s this?” She asked pointing at the date and time that was engraved at the bottom.

“The day and time I saw you for the first time.”

“Oh my gosh.” She was blushing but he continued “That day and time changed my life. The only thing that could would have made it better was if you wanted to join the mile high club or something.”

She laughed and swatted his arm “Tyler!” She turned holding up her hair so he could put it on and then smiled “Thank you for this and for making every other day better than the one before.” She placed a hand on his heart.

“Thank you.” He said placing his hand over hers “For letting me.”

He squeezed her hand and then pulled her into a hug. He was warm, and she could feel his heart beating through his chest. Tyler smiled and squeezed her tighter. “Best Christmas ever. Don’t you think?” He asked glancing down. She nodded with a small smile.

“Better than all your others?”

“Everything with you in my life is better, Christmas included.” She closed her eyes and squeezed him tightly.

There really was something magical about Christmas.

************

“Ho Ho Ho!” Joel rumbled as he made his way inside of the Connolly’s house. He and Libby had gone home for Christmas and though they wouldn’t be able to stay long, there was no way they were missing her parent’s Christmas party.

“AH!” Heather screamed rushing forward to pull them both into a hug, as she had also voyaged home just for the holidays “Happy kissaversary lovebirds.”

Th house was packed with guests and family and friends, and Libby couldn’t stop smiling. It felt so good to be here in her parents house, on Christmas Eve, with Joel where their story had started. She’d kissed him for the first time right upstairs in her room, and at that moment their lives together began.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked from beside her, arm around her shoulders.

“Oh just about that Christmas Eve when I kissed you upstairs.”

“Uhm no.” He scoffed “It was me who kissed you actually.”

“Im thinking about-“ they turned to find Heather, standing with her sweater half open to conceal a bottle of wine under it. Discreetly they all made their way up to Libby’s room and out on to the roof, bundled in jackets as they each took sips from the bottle.

“Last time we did this we were teenagers.” Joel said from his spot next to Libby.

“The last time your mom had a party was when I was in Florida and you guys were in there making out, thinking we all had no idea.”

“Well you might, but my parents didn’t.”

Heather rolled her eyes “Yes they did Libby. They just didn’t think Joel had it in him so they didn’t care.”

Joel gave her a dirty look and an eye roll, and stared off into space for a second before he asked them “Do you guys ever think about what things would be like if you hadn’t moved here in 8th grade?”

“I don’t like to.” Heather said rubbing her arms “You moving here was the best thing that could have happened to us.” She said smiling at Libby “Because I gained a best friend and Joel finally found someone who would go out with him.”

Libby started laughing, breath turning into fog and Joel’s mouth fell open “On Christmas? Really Heather? Aren’t you already pretty low on the naughty list?”

“I live on the naughty list. Alright I’m not 15 anymore. It’s too cold for this, you guys coming?” She said as she climbed back in.

“In a minute.” She disappeared out Libby’s bedroom door leaving her with Joel on the roof. She reached forward grabbing his hand to hold it in her mittened one.

“If I hadn’t moved here in 8th grade, we still would have found each other some way.”

“You think?”

She nodded and looked out across town, at the black sky, white snow and twinkling stars above their heads “I do. Just would have needed some magic. Some Christmas magic.” She pointed at a star that streaked across the sky and disappeared before she rested her head on his shoulder.

“Can you think of a better way to spend Christmas Eve?” He asked.

She shook her head “No. I want to spend every Christmas Eve here, and every other day of the year with you until we’re old and grey. Promise me that?” She looked up at him, eyes wide under her glasses.

“Promise. Merry Christmas Libby.”

“Merry Christmas Joel.”

[konecnyy]

🍊 sweet things

─── just another blurb party

so sorry, i definitely did not mean to neglect this blog. but hi, lets have a blurb party! this will be open indefinitely, so just keep on dropping by!

tag: 🍊 blurb party

rules & regulations

-> prompts! i've provided prompts, but feel free to send in whatever ideas you might have, and i will do my best to bring your vision to life.

-> use the roster! i only write for certain players at the moment, so if you send in a player not on the roster below, i will delete your request.

-> smut is allowed, but... you must be 18+ to request. so any anons that request smut will be deleted. if you don't want your ask to be attached to the smut, then lmk and i will post your request separately!

what to request

-> instagram edits: send in a player & a scenario! i'll do the rest! [ i.e. can i get a hard launch post with carter hart? ]

-> blurbs: send in a player & a scenario! keep it simple, keep it sweet! [i.e. morgan frost comforting reader after she had a bad day at work]

prompts

angst / fluff / comfort

the roster

travis konecny carter hart morgan frost mat barzal anthony beauvillier sebastian aho (canes) andrei svechnikov jack hughes tyson jost sidney crosby

thanks for joining !

[dogwittaablog]

I just know Nolan is going to be watching the Flyers vs Devils game tonight and getting to see both his ex boyfriends battle it out 😌

*If he still played and was a flyer, he would’ve ate that Rocky tracksuit tf DOWN*

[fernandoswarcrimes]

Ghost of You Series

“What happens when you lose the one you love the most?”

Warnings: talks of breakup, fighting, makeup and new love.

Ghost of you - Travis Konency

A little too not over you - Matthew Tkachuk (part 2)

First man - Matthew Tkachuk (part 3)

Hearts don’t break around here - Matthew Tkachuk

What I never knew I always wanted - Matthew Tkachuk

Will possibly add more to this in the future if interest is there🪄

[sycamoretrees]

also watching r* c***, a man who very clearly prides himself on his vocabulary and oratory, misuse words makes me want to correct him in person with an erotic intensity i can't adequately express

[princessconsuela120]

⚛︎NEVER GROW UP⚛︎

—⚛︎

Summary: the world was asleep, of course that meant Travis was awake.

Warnings: literally none, it’s adorable

Author’s Note: guys I’m coming back to my NHL phase. I had to write for my favorite chirper in the NHL.

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IT WAS ONE OF THOSE MORNINGS WHERE IT WAS QUIETER INSIDE THE HOUSE THEN IT WAS OUTSIDE. In a peaceful way, it was just as calm and tranquil outside then it was inside. Which was rare now a days. Ever since the new baby was born, peaceful days were unheard of. It made you start to think maybe something had happened, maybe you just got lucky it was peaceful, until you rolled over to notice the indent in Travis’ side of the bed, showing he had left. That must be it. The secret weapon to keeping the house quiet, Travis. Being a famous hockey player, Travis was a fan favorite, best chirped in the NHL. He had many adoring fans and let’s face it some crazy ones. But no matter how many fans he had, none were bigger of fan of him then your 1 month old daughter. Even before she was born she was a daddy’s girl. It seemed as though the only thing that could calm her down was his voice, or oddly enough the sounds of the game. Even before seeing her almost identical features to her father, you knew they’d be alike just by the fact that she seemed calmer and more at home during any of Travis’ games while you were still pregnant. A hockey girl just her daddy.

You rolled tiredly out of bed, excepting the start of the day. Rubbing your eyes, you could hear faint humming as you got closer to the nursery down the hallway. You smiled as you peaked your head into the room, the door half open and one dimmed light lighting the room. Just as you had suspected, you saw Travis standing in the corner by your daughters bassinet, his back to you but you could tell by the way he swayed he must’ve been rocking the baby. And he hummed quietly the sound of Tennessee Whiskey by Chris Stapleton. You leaned against the door frame, letting out a deep breath of joy. It was one of those strange feelings, that feeling that for just a moment, the world feels like it couldn’t possibly be real. That of all the millions of people in the world, you were witnessing the moment you were. And it was such a beautiful moment.

“I know shortie, I’m not the best singer.” He chuckled lightly as the baby made quiet incoherent sounds. You made your way into the room, running your hands softly over Travis’ arms and resting your chin on his shoulder, going on your tiptoes to reach.

“It’s okay pops, that’s what I’m here for.” You said softly, Travis smiling at you shortly before you both looked back at the baby. You placed a soft kiss on his shoulder and sighed.

“She’s so peaceful. You spend so much time on the ice, with some bums cursing you out, and just the loudness of it all, you don’t even realize something could be so peaceful.” He explained, moving his pointing finger with the baby’s hand wrapped around it.

“She’s so tiny, her hand barely wraps around my finger.” He said, shaking her hand lighting, her tiny fingers squeezing his finger as she let out some quiet sounds.

“I still can’t believe she’s barely a month old and already looks just like me.” You both look down at her. It was true, she was his twin. Even as the tiny baby she was, she looked just like him. She had his nose, shrunken, mixed the smallest but with yours. Her eyes are a deep greenish blue, almost identical to his. Her lips were thin, and the small tufts of hair on her head were a chestnut brown. She was, in short, perfect. The most beautiful thing you and Travis had ever seen.

“Well, if she’s anything like you she’s gonna be a royal pain in my ass.” You remarked, both of you chuckling. He shook his head.

“No, I think she’s gonna be like you.” He said, and you looked at him confused.

“Really? Why?” You asked. He sighed, somehow smiling even more, and he laid his head against yours.

“She’s too perfect to be anyone else.” You smiled at his words, kissing his cheeks as he began rocking her again slowly. You began humming Tennessee Whiskey again, and he took a deep breath, calming into your embrace. God he loved your voice. Besides the baby it was his favorite thing in the world. Listening to your voice to him, was even better than hearing the horns when he scored a goal. Especially if it was singing your song.

He gave the baby a soft kiss on her forehead. “Never grow up.” He whispered, before laying her down softly in her cot, seeing as she was now in a deep sleep. He sighed again, looking over at you for the first time. He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him. He held your face in his hands, his eyes glowing with love.

“You look tired love.” You worried, pushing some of his hair behind his ears. Her pressed his lips, trying to hid how anomered he was with you. He pulled your head closer carefully, placing a long kiss on your forehead before holding you tight to his chest.

“I love you, you know that?” You nodded, laying your head against his chest. He held you a little tighter, tracing patterns on your back.

“I love you too.” You mumbled into his chest, squeezing your arms around him. You could feel him settle into you with every breath he took.

“I would take this over sleep any day.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours. “Even if that means the guys are gonna call me a zombie tomorrow in practice.” He teased, making you both chuckle. After Travis had started back hockey since the baby was born, it had been an obvious stress on you both. He loved hockey, but having to juggle all of it was definitely tough. He missed being able to have moments like these, as tiring as they were, sleepless nights spent with his girls. And he felt bad that you had been mostly the one to get up and care for her at night, seeing as you’d lecture him to get his sleep if he tried. But tonight you didn’t wake up the second he heard her cries, and it had been a rough day for you. So he silenced the baby monitor and decided to let you get some rest. Since Hockey started again for him a week or two ago, the boys had teased him for having a slight dent in his usually “chirpy” attitude. But he didn’t mind. Anything to be with his girls.

“Me too.” You whispered back. He felt your body fully relax, and soon enough noticed you were half asleep, standing in the nursery. He smiled, and began humming your song again. You both began softly singing the words, at peace with each other and the song that always seemed to be stuck in your heads.

And it was there, standing in his arms, no more awake than you were asleep, slowly swaying to music that wasn’t playing anywhere besides your hearts, you were home.

[devilsupdates]

Devils vs flyers

My moms word of the game is fuck

#NJDevils  starters versus Flyers:

→ Clarke-Hischier-Bratt

→ Hughes-Marino

→ Kahkonen

First period

Something brewing between Kurtis MacDermid and Travis Sanheim... so keep your eyes on that matchup

Graeme Clarke nearly just scored his first NHL goal but goes off the post after Nico Hischier made an incredible play through the middle of the ice.

Erik Haula going to the box for interference as he "trips" Nick Seeler, who had just rammed Dawson Mercer into the boards.

Looked more like interference, if anything. But also it could have been incidental contact.

Haula mouthed "What?!" when the ref blew the whistle.

Smith going to the box now for a high-stick.

So #NJDevils  will be be down to 3 players for 1:13

. Hischier, Siegenthaler and Marino start the 5-on-3 for #NJDevils 

Haula out of the box and right into the play.

#NJDevils  Hischier, Marino and Siegenthaler played the entire 1:13 down 3-on-5.

#NJDevils  kill off both penalties.

We got a Siegnthaler and Nico fight!!!

End of one.

#NJDevils  and Flyers deadlocked in at zeros.

Shots 11-6, PHI

Second period underway!

A point-blank save by Kahkonen on Owen Tippett keeps the score at zeros.

Palat back on the ice with Hischier and Bratt.

1-0 Flyers

Konecny was able to breakaway out of the neutral zone and released that shot so fast.

Shorthanded and #NJDevils  have another minute on the PP.

Palat-Hischier-Bratt on that last shift.

Got another Nico fight!

Have to imagine Travis Green will shorten his bench with #NJDevils  trailing.

Palat-Hischier-Bratt

Meier-Tierney-Mercer

Bowers-Haula-Holtz

Foote, Clarke and MacDermid have only played a handful of shifts in this season period.

End of two.

#NDevils trail the Flyers 1-0.

2: ✖️ Konecny (Laughton, Seeler)

Shots 17-11, PHI

Third period

#NJDevils  starting the second with Palat-Haula-Mercer

A strange bounce off the back boards catches everyone by surprise and the puck lands right on Travis Konecny's stick. He had a brilliant opportunity buy Kahkonen was sharp enough and quick enough to make the save. But that was a 😳 moment

Holtz semi break… fumbles the puck.

#NJDevils  pull Kahkonen for the extra attacker... 1:30 left

Devils lost 0-1

[toasttt11]

orange

February 15, 2024

Phoenix, Cam and Travis were all sitting at one table together in the cafeteria eating breakfast after the early morning skate before they are getting on the plane to Toronto for the game tonight.

Phoenix was having his mocha hot coffee, eggs, toast and potatoes, and he managed to grab his favorite oranges as there was only one left this morning.

Jamie was a few minutes late having to talk to Coach about something but he walked into the cafeteria and got some food on his plate and he frowned sadly when he saw there was no oranges left.

Jamie had looked around when he walked in to see where Phoenix was sitting and now walked over to the table and sat down in between Cam and Phoenix.

“What’s with the frown Drysy?” Travis poked at his newest teammate noticing the sad frown on his face.

“They had no more oranges left.” Jamie sadly told them, it sounded crazy but for some reason wherever the team’s kitchen gets the oranges, they are quite literally the best oranges.

Phoenix felt his heart clench funny at the sight of Jamie being unhappy and he slid his orange across the table to Jamie and it was completely worth it watching his face completely light up with a bright smile.

“Thank you! Are you sure you don’t want it?” Jamie smiled brightly but still looked concerned at Phoenix.

“I’m good all yours.” Phoenix shook his head fondly.

Travis raised a skeptical brow because in all of the years he has known his best friend never once has ever shared any food with anyone and sharing his absolute favorite food is unheard of.

Travis has noticed how much softer Phoenix is to Jamie but this was just a whole nother level of softness towards Jamie. Travis wonders if Phoenix realizes he’s in love with Jamie.

Phoenix blushed slightly at the giant smile he got from Jamie but shook his head and looked away and made eye contact with his best friend who was smirking at him knowingly.

“What?” Phoenix mouthed at Travis but Travis just shook his head with a smirk, knowing Phoenix will figure it out eventually.

Phoenix turned back to Jamie and saw Jamie holding out a piece of the orange and Phoenix softly smiled and nodded grabbing the slice happily eating it.

Jamie split the rest of the orange with Phoenix making Cam and Travis share a look wondering when the two were just gonna admit their feelings for each other.

[hockeyboysimagines]

The girl with the broken smile

Chapter 3

Warnings: angst, some language

Final Chapter, and the next part would be when Sawyer arrives in Philly in Chapter 1 of Say it to me softly. I’ve been wanting to get this out of the drafts for a bit here so I can focus on some other things. Enjoy! Keep an eye out for updates to Carter this weekend🤍

Nash woke with a start and turned to check the clock. It was 2:36 AM and she sighed and laid back down. It was raining, buckets pouring out of the sky and staining her windows. She sat up, and padded across her bedroom and out into the hall.

She sleepily wondered if Travis was awake but as she turned the corner she realized that she wasn’t at his apartment.

She was in hers.

It had been only a week since she’d moved abruptly out of Travis’s apartment and into her own in a different building. Moving boxes were still stacked here and there and she felt a little bit worse each time the silence set in.

She missed seeing him every day. Missed his dumb jokes, big smile and overall warmth she’d become accustomed to. She felt isolated again, like she’d backpedaled on all her progress she’d made since she moved out of her home and into Travis’s. She felt like a failure to herself and him.

She poured a glass of water and sat on her couch staring out the window. At first she’d loved living here, mostly because she now had the privacy to cry in peace without burdening Travis with her breakdowns. But she hated it now. Moving out had been a mistake. She missed him.

She hadn’t seen him, and he’d been “busy” when she asked if he wanted to come see her new place leaving her with only Carter and Kevin that afternoon.

“Is he okay?” She asked as she glancing up from where she was folding laundry.

Kevin glanced up from his place in the kitchen where he was unpacking silverware “Not at all. What gave it away?”

“Seriously? All of a sudden he’s busy? For the last few weeks I couldn’t even be home alone and now he magically has plans.”

“ I think he’s just a little sad that’s all.”

“About what?”

“About this.” He said gesturing around the room “He wanted you to stay.”

Nash felt guilty. She knew he didn’t want her to leave, but she was a little afraid of what might happen if she didn’t.

She was almost positive that Travis was intending to kiss her when that horn beeped, and the only reason he didn’t was because of it. And that was her worst fear.

To think that he was going to kiss her for whatever reason, most likely pity because she was such a train wreck, would break her heart, and she wouldn’t do anything that might cause her friendship with him to die. She just couldn’t take the risk. He was too important to her now more than ever.

She looked at Carter “Am I wrong for leaving?”

He pursed his lips “Uhm…no I don’t think so. But is there a reason you were so quick about it?”

She looked between them. They were both staring at her like they knew something but she wouldn’t tell them.

“No. Just wanted to give him his space. I mean who wants to live with a girl when it comes time to bring girls home?” She chuckled.

“Travis isn’t bringing any girls home.”

“So I’ve noticed.” She mumbled.

“Pat isn’t bringing any girls home either. So what does that tell you?” Kevin said bluntly still staring at her as he stuffed things in drawers.

“What do you mean?”

“Neither of them have any interest in fucking around with anyone, and Pat is in love with his best friend. So I’ll ask you again. What does that tell you?” Kevin was getting a little huffy with her, which was something she wasn’t used to. For the most part, everyone has been especially gentle with Nash the last few weeks. The only true reality heck she’d gotten about the way things had come wrong in her life, was the random run in with Justin, and Libby consistently reinforcing the fact that she could never have anything to do with him again. Other than that, she’d been handled with care.

“I understand what your saying but what does Nolan and Sawyer have to do with me?”

“Nash don’t be fucking dense okay?” Kevin scoffed closing a drawer “If you can’t see what’s happening here then your either being purposely ignorant or your just not paying enough attention.”

Nash frowned “Kevin i-“

“Kev don’t.”

She turned to see Carter shaking his head “You should talk about this with Travis. It’s none of our business.”

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Travis likes you okay?” Kevin snapped.

Carter rolled his eyes and looked at the ceiling “Way to be subtle Kev.”

“No.” She shook her head “He doesn’t.”

“Whatever.” Kevin dropped the rest of the stuff in his hands and grabbed his keys “I gotta go.” He left without another word and Nash turned to Carter, head down, lip trembling.

“Please don’t cry. If you start crying, I’m gonna start crying and if the guys can’t find out that I cry they’ll make fun of me for the rest of my life.” Carter stood and pulled her into a hug “It’s all going to be okay Nash. Travis will work out his issues, your going to get back on your feet, Sawyer will be here for Nolan in a few weeks, the seasons gonna start and everything will be peachy okay?”

“Promise?”

“Pinky promise.” He hooked his pinky in hers and shook it, before he reached over and handed her a tissue “Now stop crying. Let’s finish unpacking.”

**************

Travis was across town, blissfully unaware of the pinky promise Carter had just made about him working out his issues, because he was doing the exact opposite.

“Okay I think you’ve had enough.” Nolan said pulling the glass out of Travis’s hand and pushing it away from him. Travis scowled and reached for it.

“I’m not a baby Pat.”

“Then stop acting like one. What is going on with you? Is this about Nash moving out?”

“No. I don’t care about that. I don’t care about her.”

“That’s not true-“

“It is. She obviously doesn’t give a shit about me so why should I?”

“Don’t say things like that. Your mad she moved out, and I get it but that doesn’t give you a free pass to hate her for it.” Nolan was frowning at him, which wasn’t uncommon but this wasn’t the usual “Don’t act like a dumbass” frown. This was more of a “I’m disappointed in you dumbass” frown. He hated it.

“Whatever.” He turned and looked around, eyes landing on a brunette that had been trying to get his attention for the last hour.

“Travis.” Nolan warned in a low voice “That’s not a good idea.”

“Why? Worked for you didn’t it?”

Nolan’s face got red and he looked angry for a second “That was different.”

“Yeah okay. So you can fuck some girl to get over your ‘best friend’ and I can’t? What the hell is that about? You wanna keep lying and say you don’t like her fine you do that. But don’t be a hypocrite okay?”

“You know what? Fine. You do whatever you have to but I won’t be have any part of this.” Nolan stood and left without another word but Travis really didn’t care.

He couldn’t believe Nolan didn’t understand, or maybe didn’t want to, how he was feeling. He’d never outright admitted how he felt about Sawyer but of course Travis knew. Just a month or so prior Nolan could get drunk and take someone home and now he was advising against Travis doing the same thing. What a dick.

Travis turned back to glance at the brunette again and sighed.

He did not of course end up leaving with her, but rather left by himself and went home to his empty apartment.

He hated it.

It was too quiet, too empty. He hadn’t seen her since she left and he didn’t know if he could. He had promised her just a few days ago that he was back in her life for good, and now he was here too afraid to face her.

He huffed and sat down on his sofa. The room was spinning, his head hurt, and his heart was sad. He tipped over sideways and fell asleep on his sofa.

**************

“Hey.” Nolan said with a smile.

“Hi.” Sawyer was smiling at him on the other end of the screen, seated presumably on her bed at home. He could see rain hitting the window behind her.

“How are you?”

“I’m good. Getting excited. How about you?”

“Same. Are you all packed and ready?”

“Mostly. Just a few small things left to do. I can’t wait to see you.” She said smiling. She had her glasses on and he could faintly hear the tv in the background.

“Me too. it’ll be nice to see each other everyday again. Like old times.”

“Hopefully better than some of the old times. I’m really looking forward to meeting your teammates and watching you play.”

“Yeah they’re excited to meet you. Especially now that they know your actually real and not my imaginary friend.” Nolan smiled.

She laughed and shook her head “How do you know I’m not?”

“Shutup.” He leaned back on his bed and for a minute his mind drifted back to Travis.

“Are you okay?” He glanced at the phone. Sawyer was frowning a little bit, eyebrows knotted together “Seems like something is bothering you.”

“I’m alright. Travis is going through some things and I’m trying to help him but it seems like he doesn’t want it.”

She pursed her lips “I think he probably wants your help, but maybe doesn’t realize he needs it yet.”

Nolan nodded. He wasn’t about to tell her about the conversation with Travis at the bar. He’d sworn him to secrecy about it because he didn’t want Sawyer to know. He hoped Travis wasn’t out making the same mistake he had. Nolan had been keeping his secret for a long time, but he’d never had to compete with a boyfriend either. He was able to keep his composure where Travis couldn’t because Nolan never had to worry about another guy coming into Sawyers life. While it was selfish, he couldn’t just admit out loud that he’d been harboring elephant sized feelings for his best friend.

And when he’d taken that girl home, he regretted it so deeply it made him sick. To think he’d done that to try and put a bandaid on something so serious made him wanna punch himself in his own face. And that’s exactly why he didn’t deserve her.

He sighed and cleared his throat, averting the conversation to something else, still thinking vaguely about Travis.

**********

Travis stood and stretched, feeling a wave of nausea as he did and immediately sat back down.

He was thankful that he was in his own apartment and not someone else’s, and then panicked a minute hoping he hadn’t brought anyone home, but the silence told him that he was alone.

Thank god.

He blew out a breath and closed his eyes, rolling to his side to face the back of the couch. While the evening before was fuzzy, he had some recollection of what had happened.

He had to make an apology to Pat at some point, for bringing up something he promised he’d never talk about again, and for acting like a colossal dick when he was only trying to help. He knew what it was like to be Nolan, and he shouldn’t have mocked that. It was wrong.

Everything was wrong. It was his own fault really. He was just on such a high from finally having unlimited access to his best friend again he forgot how long they hadn’t been 100% in each others lives. He wasn’t sure why he expected her to just bounce back from everything that had happened to her, but it was wrong. It would take time, and he should have realized that she need more time. And that the last thing she was thinking about was jumping into anything with him when she’d just come out of hell. It hurt, but it was no one’s hurt but his own.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest and winced, wondering if he would feel this way forever about Nash leaving.

And then he realized that it wasn’t the pain of her leaving, but rather the pain of the vomit that was bubbling up his throat.

**********

“She really didn’t know?” Libby asked Carter as he sat on their sofa and told her and Joel all about the events of the afternoon previously.

“I don’t think she had any idea honestly. She seemed pretty clueless as to why Haysey yelled at her.”

Libby frowned so deep, her lips might fall off her face and her eyes narrowed, eyebrows coming together low over her eyes “He yelled at her?” She said slowly, leaning forward unblinking.

Carter coughed “Uh it wasn’t a yell I guess, more of a stern talking to-“ but Libby wasn’t buying it.

Joel rolled his eyes “You dumbass.”

“He better not be yelling at her in front of me. No one better yell at her after what she’s been through.”

“I agree. He didn’t really yell though, I think he’s just trying to back TK up is all.”

“I know and that’s great for Kevin, but he needs to remember what she’s been going through. Of course she’s not thinking about Travis liking her. I mean really. She only just finished antibiotics, the last thing she’s thinking about is anyone having any romantic feelings about her. So Kevin can shut up and stay out of it.” Libby crossed her arms. Joel put a hand on her knee and gave it a squeeze.

“It’s all going to be-“

But at that moment the door opened and Kevin himself walked in completely unannounced.

Libby jumped from her seat and crossed the room like lighting, cornering Kevin before Joel could say or do anything. Kevin backed up, bumping into the wall as he did. Carter remained seated, not wanting to be involved.

“I heard you yelled at Nash.” She said arms folded across her chest.

“I didn’t yell at her. But she-“

“I don’t wanna hear it. You have no idea what she’s going through and you don’t have any right to push her into anything.”

Libby was right. Kevin should have stayed out of it. He was really only coming at it out of his friendship for Travis but it was selfish of him to think that Nash would be ready for anything after what just happened to her.

“I know I just-I just feel like-“ he fumbled over his words, but Libby continued to frown.

“We’d all love to see Travis make her happy. But she’s not ready and he and everyone else needs to accept that and let her be.” Libby added the last part very sternly, looking at Carter who looked at his hands. The whole thing was such a mess, and he didn’t like thinking or talking about it.

In the back of her mind though she hoped Nash would be ready to soon, because she didn’t know how much more Travis’s heart would be able to take.

**********

Nash answered the knock on her door and was more than surprised to find Travis on the other side. He looked a little awkward but smiled when he saw her.

“Can we talk?”

Nash stepped aside and allowed him to pass her. She closed the door and turned to find him looking around.

“This place is really nice.” He said quietly, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“Yeah it is. Starting to feel like home I guess.” She said with a shrug. She was so happy to see him, and a little relieved. After the second day of his absence she was starting to get worried she may never see him again.

He nodded “Yeah. That’s good.” She gestured for him to sit, and sat down tentatively next to him.

It was quiet for a few seconds before he cleared his throat “I know how hard this has been for you.” He said quietly, meeting her eye for the first time “Believe me I do. And I’ve tried to be there for you, and I think I’ve done a pretty good job? Which is why I’m confused about why you left. Was it me?” He turned to look at her, eyes clouded with hurt. It made her want to cry.

“Oh Travis.” She scooted closer and grabbed his hand “It wasn’t you. I loved living with you at the apartment. I did. But I needed to be able to stand on my own two feet. I spent the last year and a half relying on Justin for everything, including my happiness. And it wasn’t fair to myself or you to do that. It wasn’t you I promise.”

“You can always lean on me. I just wanna be there for you is all. And I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you this week, I was just confused and a little hurt by your sudden move to be honest.” He sighed and looked at his hands.

“I know. And I’m sorry it was so sudden. I knew that if I didn’t do it now I wouldn’t ever.”

“You could have stayed forever. I wouldn’t have minded.” He said softly.

Nash swallowed thickly and cleared her throat “I’m still here Trav. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You did though. I just want you to be happy. Are you? Happy?”

Nash bit her lip and shrugged, eyes moving to look out the window “I’m surviving, but I’m not happy.”

“What would make you happy Nash? Good friends? A great support system? Someone to lean on? Because I can be all those things for you. I want to be those things.” He was looking at her desperately, and it made her heart hurt so bad it felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“You have been. You are. You will always be”. Her voice cracked at the end “I just need to learn to stand on my own two feet for a change. I promise, I’m here to stay.” He was still looking at her sadly so she smiled at him.

For the first time in a while he saw a very faint glimmer of a real smile from her. It filled him with what could only be described as hope, that someday she might come back to him. He reached forward to grip her hand and gave it a squeeze “I’ll be here. However long it takes you. You know that right? No matter what?”

She squeezed his hand back “That’s good. Because I’m going to need you.”

He smiled and then leaned back on her couch “What I need is food. I’m starving can we please go eat I-“

She laughed and nodded “Okay Trav.”

It would take a while, and there would be tears and trouble and long days ahead of her. Her journey to recovery wouldn’t be easy, and it wouldn’t always feel good to rediscover who she was without Justin. Some days would be high, others low but she was so thankful that she had him. She smiled a little as she watched him stand still jabbering about food.

Travis Konecny was a beautiful soul.

[dogwittaablog]

I wonder if nolpat smells good. like after the greasy hair comment and I thought I saw somewhere that he shared deodorant with tk which is… also the hunting and fishing wouldn’t help. but idk he also gives me the vibes that he would smells woodsy (I feel like his sisters would’ve bullied him into not smelling bad)

I really cannot picture him to be the type to be going all out or caring much about fragrances/scents... he seriously seems like he'd either be wearing axe body spray or some random boujee shit he picked up in sephora by asking the sales associate to just give him their best scent and was just like "this is good enough" and bought it asjdakds.

I'd probably say that he doesn't wear cologne or body spray everyday, I think my dude just smells like whatever bodywash (specifically old spice) or deodorant he has mixed in with his own natural scent.

Growing up he definitely would lay in his older sisters bed while still being musty and gross after hockey practice just to spite her, and try to force a hug out of her so she could smell him.

[inrareformfest]

"The Requisite Mimosa" - Mere_Sprite1847

Read It Here!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Pairings: Sidney Crosby/Travis Konecny

Characters: Sidney Crosby, Travis Konecny, A Plethora of Made-Up and Similarly Named Future Flyers WAGs

Tags: Crack Treated Seriously, Superstition, Rituals, Retirement

Words: 1,091

Summary: Sid is really working on going with the flow and expecting the unexpected. After all, who would have imagined he’d be king of the Flyers W(H)AGs after his retirement.

But...if these girls don’t get serious about helping drinking their goddamn mimosas and helping their team win, he might explode.

[moregraceful]

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRs72GbV/

They're infiltrating my TikTok fyp djfkfkdjd. Please tell me mr mustaches lore he has feral Travis konecny vibes and I've mentally adopted him.

- 💖

tiktok.

OH RYAN MERKLEY MY FAIL SON GONE TOO SOON (or not soon enough if you are waldorf and statler who sit behind me at cuda games.)

under a cut bc this got away from me (also this kinda reads like a eulogy....sorry)

so mr mustache is ryan merkley! merks is a 2018 first round draft pick who sadly never lived up to the hype and we recently yeeted him to colorado (at his request) in exchange for colorado's 2018 first round draft pick who also never lived up to the hype, and also the avs demanded matt nieto back for ej's mental health (we also got jacob macdonald with kauter, sorry for never hyping you up king.) on ice, merkley was an incredibly polarizing figure in the sharks fanbase because he sometimes showed real flashes of brilliance and true talent, but quite often suffered from extreme indecision, playmaking anxiety, and just a general inability to commit. he was meant to be an offensive dman in the style of erik karlsson but either through mismanagement, a failure to adapt to the sharks' systems, or just like, the hype not matching the talent, he panned out in the sharks org. i call the men who sit behind me waldorf and statler because my friend correctly identified the vibe: they spent like 70% of every game shit talking ryan merkley (not in a belligerent gross Hockey Man way, just like they'd be sitting there watching the game and every once in a while one of them would go "ahh ryan merkley you dumb motherfucker" very softly while merks failed to capitalize on a chance through his own indecision. again: incredibly polarizing figure in the sharks org, mostly in a bad way.)

i do genuinely hope the eagles rehab him because when he's good, he's really good! but in terms of playmaking, he just suffers a lot of indecision. he spent a pretty significant amount of time up with the sharks last year while their defense died a painful death but this year failed to get called up at all despite several injuries to the sharks d corps and eventually requested a trade in december. personally i think a change of scenery will be good for him and i really do hope he succeeds. i don't think the sharks system was a good fit for him and quite frankly we suck shit at developing prospects anyway so i'm willing to bet that not all of what happened in san jose was his fault.

however we're not here to talk about on ice playmaking, we're here to talk about blorbos. ryan merkley is a genuine freak who doesn't wear socks in his skates. one time my friend bunny overheard a woman at a barracuda thing call him "werewolfy" and that's just been lodged in my brain forever. he's listed at 5'11" but i saw him off ice once and there is NO fucken way he's over 5'10" AT BEST. i'm saying 5'9" and a half. he looks and acts like a small purse dog who will bite your ankles if you are not sufficiently enriching his enclosure. the past two seasons he lived in a house with four roommates and for my erotic imagines, he was sharing a room with my best boy nick cicek for two years (canoncially roommates but...roommates....) he did, despite his play, seem to be mostly well-liked in the locker room - guys were always bouncing off him and nick cicek liked to hug him. speaking of nick cicek because i always like to talk about nick cicek, when nick signed his first nhl contract, he took merks and "the boys" on a trip to mexico which is so hockey romantic i want to scream. also in their house of five people, they had three cars so like. imagine the possibilities. i do. the depression failure house this year was both strangely compelling (every single roommate was either perma-scratched at the cuda level, perma-scratched at the sharks level, or ryan merkley, and they are all having the SHITTIEST seasons) and deeply vibeless, possibly because no sharks reporter ever answered my emails requesting they ask if the boys shared a king sized bed like the gronkowskis and if they had roommate dinners. two of the five roommates were traded this month so fuck knows what morale is like in that house rn

merks liked to cause problems on purpose on ice like most of the cuda, however he always did it with a joie de vivre as opposed to a righteous fury or just chaos for chaos purposes. truly he'd start some scuffles and i'd be like oh buddy you just really wanted to be smashed against the wall by that man huh. (the tiktok you linked is a good example of that.) one time during a game against the ontario reign i actually picked up my phone mid-period and googled what team he had been drafted to bc he was flirting SO much with the reign players that i was doubting reality that he hadn't come out of the kings org. i think it was just deep familiarity from playing in the ahl so long. but YOU ARE CORRECT that this man is travis konecny-coded, but like, tk if he has a flirty streak that could NOT be beat down by anyone or anything. no ryan merkley could not shoot the puck to save his life but by god could he make the opposing team feel sexy outrage.

he has two sisters, an older and younger, and they both played canadian juniors and ncaa hockey, something i just learned right now while googling his stats. frankly him being a middle brother of two sisters makes so much sense to me bc he really does have middle brother with a skincare routine energy. his dad also played hockey but i really don't think we can call merks a nepo baby bc it was like, sunshine hockey league and colonial hockey league. the dad seems to have retired shortly before ryan's older sister was born.

this is speculation and conjecture but i do think there was probably some tension by the end of his run in san jose, given that he was healthy-scratched for 8 games in a row after requesting a trade (NOT our finest moment as a franchise and i'm actually pretty sad that that was how it ended for him in san jose bc you never really want a high draft pick go out with a whimper. like yes half the fanbase hated him or was sick of him at the very least, but i thought it sucked on a personnel level.) but he's off to greener pastures in loveland colorado, where the team vibe simply seems to be: we are fun and flirty and we will make that your problem. i think he will fit in and hopefully he succeeds and maybe nate mac makes him his pet project now that burakovsky is gone, who tf knows

to sum up, the ryan merkley experience is one of deep frustration and confusion, but some of this frustration and confusion is sexual. is he hot? can he shoot the puck? does he need to be housetrained? i have many questions and i hope i never get answers.

thank you for coming to my impromptu tedtalk! i also did not know i had this much to say about ryan merkley but uh. here we are.

cute 😤