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senditcolton · 1 year

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10 brock boeser pls love!!!! <3

here you are my dear! angsty but also fluffy and i hope you love the combination!

Take my hand; my heart is yours until we meet again.

You always hated goodbyes.

You despised the mere sound of them: they always sounded so permanent. So, for years, you avoided saying goodbye. Instead, you always tried to keep it optimistic.

It wasn’t goodbye. It was “see you later” or “until tomorrow” or any iteration of the sort. Never anything as permanent as goodbye.

But the silence between you and Brock as he drove you down Vancouver streets felt more like a goodbye than any string of words you could even think to muster. Because that’s what this was; a goodbye. If not at this moment, it would be as soon as you arrived at the airport.

Your ticket in secured in your backpack as you watched the familiar sights of downtown Vancouver passed you by. This was a city you had called home for most of your life. This was a city that you knew like the back of your hand. This was a city that you loved. And you were leaving it behind.

If people were to ask you earlier in your life if you wanted to leave Vancouver, the answer would have been a resounding yes. It was a spirit within you that wanted to run away, explore the world, see what there was to offer. But that was before you met Brock. And now, leaving the city meant leaving Brock as well, which was something you soon learned that you never wanted to do.

Being with Brock soon became a perplexing puzzle, one you never expected to have to try and solve. Did you stay in the city that you had always wanted to leave because the love of your life was there? Or did you explore the world and experience all life had to offer, even if it meant leaving Brock behind?

You had wrestled with that question for months after establishing your relationship with Brock. The decision became even more insistent when you received an email from a university in the United States, offering you a fantastic scholarship to a master’s program that you had your eye on for a while. You had applied for it, still needing to make it through the application process and being accepted. You thought that you had a slim chance at being accepted and perhaps a rejection would help you answer the lingering questions.

However, you never got rejected. Instead, you received a congratulatory email a few weeks later and that was when the cloud of indecision turned into a thunderstorm. It took a while and no short amount of courage for you to finally you had sat down with Brock and laid all your cards on the table, hoping for advice or an empathetic ear.

That’s when he told you to leave Vancouver.

Not in a malicious way, like he saw your application as a betrayal. On the contrary, he was ecstatic when he learned about it, even more so than you were. At first, he didn’t understand the dilemma that you were currently stuck in. But when you explained it to him, that in your mind, moving to the States meant leaving him behind, his voice sobered instantly.

You had talked about long-distance. Hell, some might consider your relationship with him now as partially long distance, considering how much he travelled. But that was the thing that worked out for you two; he travelled and you stayed in the city where he would be for a majority of the year. It was a balance. You moving away disrupted that balance and although you could stomach through the distance between Brock and wherever the Canucks had to go for a game, there was no way you could handle trying to keep your relationship together when the only time you two would physically see each other was during the holidays and summer, at best.

You told Brock that you loved him.

He said he loved you too. But if the choice was being with him or living your life, he told you that he loved you too much to prevent you from pursuing your passions. After all, the only reason you two met was because he chased his dreams. He wasn’t going to deprive you of the experiences you could have chasing yours.

That was why he was driving you to the airport. That was why the silence weighed heavy between you two. That was why this was a goodbye.

The pit in your stomach grew as the exit sign for the airport appeared and it only worsened as Brock made his way into the large parking garage outside the airport. When the car stopped, you took your time unbuckling your seatbelt, sliding out of the car, and grabbing your suitcases; trying to delay the inevitable.

You move to see Brock waiting for you by the trunk of the car and he extends his hand to you, a small sad smile on his face. You return the expression, taking his hand in yours as you two walk into the airport.

Brock’s hand never leaves your, not when you check your bags, not when you located your departure gate on the screens and not even when you ride the escalator down towards security. It is only when you are standing right before the security line does Brock stop.

You turn to him and heave a small sigh, your face a broadcast of the emotions that were running through you.

“Well, I guess this is it,” you say.

“I guess so.”

“Thank you, for everything,” you begin, the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall. “You were the best thing in my life and I’m going to really miss you and –”

“Hey, hey,” Brock gently shushes you, his hands going up to cup your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the few stray tears that managed to escape. “Why are you acting like this is a goodbye?”

“Because it is,” you reply, the confusion seeping into your voice. Brock smiles in that soft way that always made your heart flutter, his head gently shaking.

“It’s not,” he whispers to you. “It might be the end of this part. But it’s not goodbye forever.” Brock pauses, looking into your eyes and you see the truth of his words reflected clearly back to you. You can’t stop the smile that appears on your face at the wonder of how you ever managed to find someone as incredible as him.

There is no stopping the force that pulls you to lift your face upwards, pulling him into a gentle kiss. Brock returns in kind, his hands still holding your fiercely as your arms wrap around his torso. You two break away from the kiss but only to pull each other closer into a comforting hug.

“I love you,” Brock continues, pressing gentle kisses onto the crown of your head. “I will always love you. And I will always be there for you if you ever need me. My heart is eternally yours.”

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wintfleur · 1 month

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🪷 hugging them tight without saying any words when they're having a hard time, with luke Hughes! his older sister and he just needs his sisters comfort especially after how the devils have played and how tired luke has looked

౨ৎ Ice cream and much-needed hugs

﹕─┈ pairings ( Luke Hughes x older sister! reader )

°. — summary ( Luke’s been having a tough time, and his big sister just wants to cheer him up ! )

°. — details ( g; little bit of angst, some fluff. w; none that I know of wc; 2.2k )

﹕─┈ prompt ~ hugging them right without saying any words when they’re having a hard time

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( LUKEY AHHH MY LOVE ! I love Luke sm if you guys didn’t know !!! I love writing sibling dynamics so muchhhh so thank you for sending the wonderful request !!! I absolutely loved writing it, I really tried to make it angsty but i think I’m terrible at writing angst, I’m sorry if the ending is kinda rushed, I was struggling sooo bad with the dialogue . . . also I of course had to add the love of my Like Brock boeser in it because like DUHHH I am so down for writing more for a older Hughes sister, I’m thinking she’s like 25??? I really hope you guys love it !!! Let me know if you want me to write more for older sister Hughes! Please don’t be a silent reader lovely’s !!! )

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There were a lot of upsides that came with being the oldest sibling, there were of course a lot of downsides too . . . but you chose to ignore those and focus on the upsides. Like being able to stay up later while your brothers had to go to sleep, having a good sense of leadership and responsibility, being able to read your brothers like a picture book.

So, you knew right away that something was wrong with your youngest brother as you watched him play in the last period. You could see it clearly in his demeanor and the way he was skating, he was starting to overthink things, he had gotten into his own head. You of course had seen the way the public and media was shitting on your brother because he's made a few bad plays, and it broke your heart to see how defeated he looked sitting on that bench.

Jack had voiced his worries about Luke to you over the phone a few days ago when you were out with Quinn and your boyfriend brock. Even with hundreds of miles between you and Luke you could tell something was bothering him, that's why your planned trip to visit your younger brothers this weekend was even more meaningful.

You were leaning against the wall as you waited for your brothers to leave the locker room, your focus was down on your phone as you texted your boyfriend. A smile on your lips, you missed him dearly even though you have only been gone for almost two days. “Sis!” you heard the familiar sound of jack's voice call your name. You look up from your phone and smile as Jack rushes over to you and pulls you into a tight hug.

“You played so well jack” You mumbled into his neck, cursing at the curse of being the oldest but the shortest. Jack smiles and gives you one more squeeze before letting go and taking a step back, even though they lost he wasn't going to let that bring him down from the fact that you watched him play in person for the first time in a few months.

“Thank you, luke should be out soon, he's just being a little hard on himself” Jack sighed as he glanced back at the locker room entrance, there was only so much he could say to let luke know that he's doing okay. You let out a sigh and nodded, already getting an image of a pouty luke. Your eyes lit up with an idea, as a memory from years ago popped up in your mind. You smile at Jack as you ask “Do you think you can get a ride home? And can I have the keys to your truck?”

“Uh yeah why?” Jack questioned with a raised brow as he pulled out his keys from his front pocket and handed them to you. You smiled gratefully and grabbed the keys and slid them into your front pocket with your lip gloss. “I have an idea on how to cheer luke up.”

“Well good luck, cause I can't handle a grumpy luke anymore '' Jack jokes as he pats you on the shoulder, happy that you were now here to save him from the grumpy luke. You roll your eyes and cross your arms over your chest as you look at jack “I remember saying the same thing about you.”

“Have fun! I'm gonna go catch up with nico "Jack grins as he chooses to ignore your words, placing a quick kiss to your forehead before rushing off down the hallway, turning to look at you quickly and shouting out an ‘i love you’ before turning the corner and leaving your sight. You look forward just in time to see Luke walk out of the locker room, well more like trudge. His steps were heavy, and you can see the exhaustion on his face. His shoulders were sagged as he carried his backpack, he was changed out of his suit and into some sweats and a hoodie. He looked like a sad cat. When Luke noticed you, his heavy steps turned into long strides as he moved towards you.

Before you could open your mouth to greet your brother, he was throwing his arms over shoulders and nestling his head in the crook of your head, for a much-needed hug. Your eyes widened at how tight Luke was holding you, but you close your eyes and wrap your arms around your little brother, softly rubbing his back with one of your hands. Luke closed his eyes and tried to shut off his mind as he felt himself melt into the comfort and safety of your arms.

You rested your chin on his shoulder as you whispered, “You, okay?” you felt him nod yes but the both of you knew he was lying. Luke let out a deep breath and reluctantly pulled away from the hug when his back was starting to hurt from leaning down for so long. You smiled up at him, brushing some of his curls out of his face as he asked, “Where's jack?”

“Oh, he's getting a ride home with nico, so come on lukey I'm taking you out tonight!” You excitedly pull-out Jack's keys and wave them while your other hand is grabbing Luke's arm and dragging him along you as you make your way down the hallway. Luke gave you an unimpressed look even though on the inside he was excited to spend more time with you “I’m not old enough to go bar hopping.”

“Is that really all you think I do in Vancouver?” You gasped dramatically as you pretended to be hurt from his words. You have one embarrassing experience when you go bar hopping, and now that's all anyone remembers, you think with a roll of your eyes. Luke felt the corner of his lips lift into a smile at your dramatics, Jack definitely got that from you.

“Besides I'm a good big sister, I wouldn't provide my underage brother with alcohol, at least in public” you joked as you wrapped your arm around Luke's, holding on tight. Luke chuckles and slips his hand into the front pocket of his hoodie, comforting silence coming across them as they make their way to Jack's truck.

“Need help? '' Luke asked sarcastically as he put on his seatbelt, his eyes on you as you struggled slightly to get into the truck. You gave him a quick glare before closing the door and putting on your seatbelt, quickly starting the truck, wanting to leave the arena before the traffic got even worse. You turned up the volume on the radio, an unfamiliar country song filling up the silent car. Luke let out a heavy sigh and relaxed into the seat, looking out the window and all the passing lights.

The car ride to your choice of destination was filled with mostly silence between you and Luke, just enjoying the music and the faint sound of the world around them. You could see that Luke had a lot on his mind and you didn't want to pressure him into talking about it, so you stayed quiet, knowing that he would tell you when he's ready. Luke couldn't help but replay every single one of his mistakes he's made in the past few games, remembering every tweet he saw from disappointed ‘fans’.

Luke could feel himself become more upset and discouraged the more he thought about it, so Luke quickly glanced at you before looking back out the window. Luke was slightly confused on how well you knew your way around the town, he was curious on where you were taking him. But he gave up on asking after the third time you told him it was a surprise.

Luke’s eyes widen with excitement when he sees where you're pulling into, it was an old ice cream shop that he had driven by many times, but never had the chance to try it. You smiled and turned off the car and grabbed your wallet from your purse and gave Luke a big smile “Come on, I'll even let you get 3 scoops!”

You laugh as you watch Luke quickly leave the truck and rush around the front of the truck to open your door. You giggle and take Luke's hand that he held out for you, doing your best to do a posh British accent “Thank you kind sir” Luke smiles and closes the door for you, following you across the parking lot, his spirit was lifted already.

“This is so good; how did you find this place?” Luke asked you before he took another lick of his chocolate ice cream, of course having a waffle cone. And despite you saying he could get 3 scoops, he only got 2. You look away from your bowl of your favorite ice cream and to your brothers whose focus was up at the stars. The two of you were sitting on the tailgate of the truck, neither of you realizing that your legs were swinging in unison.

“Oh, I found it the last time I came to visit, and you and Jack were at practice, I've been craving it since” you answered him as you looked back on the day. Luke nods and continues to eat his ice cream. Silence came across the two of you again, Luke didn't know what to say and you could see the way his shoulders became tense that he was thinking of something. You had a pretty good idea what he was thinking about, hockey.

“You played really good tonight luke” you broke the silence, and you watched as his shoulders sagged and a frown came across his lips as he looked down at his lap. You hated seeing how discouraged he looked, this wasn't like luke. He never let it get to him like this before, but it's different . . . it's the NHL, it's his dream. He whispered bitterly “We lost.”

“You still played really good, i'm really proud of you luke” you vowed as you gently nudged his knee with yours, your tone proving how genuine you were. You were a good big sister you liked to think, so you would never have a favorite brother . . . but your little brother Luke will always have a special place in your heart. The little brother who would listen to you rant all about your school drama while the other two were doing God knows what, the little brother who fully trusted you to drive him to get ice cream when you first got your license while Quinn and jack swore you would kill them. Your sweet little brother Luke who was far too good for this world.

Luke let out a heavy breath and his eyes started to water as he listened to you, he heard others say they were proud of him, but it was different, more meaningful coming from you. Unlike you he made it very clear that you're his favorite sibling, that you always have been. The big sister that he always knew would have his back no matter what, the big sister that always was on his side. He looked up from his lap and turned his head to look at you to see you were already smiling at him. “Thank you sissy.”

“Not just for the compliment�� Luke quickly spoke before you could, fully turning his body to face you, thankfully he had eaten most of his ice cream, so he didn't have to worry about it dripping. Luke never really liked talking about his emotions or just having deep conversations in general, but he didn't have to worry about any of that with his big sister who always made it clear that he could talk to you no matter what. Luke continues speaking “But for taking me here and for being here for me, for always being here for me.”

“I'll always be here lukey” You promised as you set your ice cream bowl next to you before leaning over and pulling Luke into a much-needed hug. Luke smiles and closes his eyes, hugging you with one arm while the other holds his cone away from you, not wanting to get any ice cream on you. Luke lets himself melt into the hug; he really didn't want you to leave. You couldn't help tearing up as you think of Luke and everything he's been through and how strong he is, you really are so proud of your little . . . well not so little brother. You sniffled and whispered, “God why did you have to grow up so fast.”

“Trying to catch up with you, you old lady” Luke jokes, wanting to lift the mood, he really hated seeing you cry, and he knew you so well that he was sure you were going to. A loud laugh leaves his lips as you pull away from the hug and dramatically move away from him. Despite his words you smiled as you listened to luke laugh, it was the type of laugh that made you want to join in. You pulled the keys out of your pocket and slap them into luke's hand before jumping off the tailgate of the truck and snatching your ice cream “That's it your driving home.”

Luke continued to laugh and watch as you stomp over to the passenger seat, the famous Hughes pout on your lips. Luke quickly gets off the bed of the truck and puts up the tailgate shouting a cheeky remark that only made him laugh harder at the quick glare you sent him.

“Thank God! Brock drives you around so much I'm pretty sure you forgot how to drive”

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harlowhockeystick · 3 months

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“we should go out more often” is reminding me of the early stages of bco!/office!brock

i could be so wrong but i know you’ll come through for me!

february prompts | office!brock boeser x reader | brock being sweetie <3

"wait, you've never been to the beach?" brock asked, setting his drink down on the table opposite you. what you thought was going to be an awkward hour of small talk turned into an hour of deep but fun conversation.

you were nervous, shocked, when brock asked you out. he kept his crush hidden really well, or you were just completely oblivious to how he felt about you. ten minutes into the date he spilled that he'd been wanting to ask you out since he met you on your training day, but he couldn't figure out how until now, three months later.

"no, i haven't. we didn't really have money to take a real vacation as a kid, but don't worry because it's at the top of my bucket list." by now both dishes and dessert is finished, the check had been paid for and you're just talking about anything that comes to mind.

"we should go, my family would always go to the same spot on the west coast in northern california. i'd love to take you," he sees you blush under the warm lighting, he hopes he didn't push it too far. he can do that sometimes, get off on a tangent and not realize he had been overly talking for the last few minutes.

"that would be nice, brock. i would like that."

you feel comfortable, you feel seen. you feel like you'd known brock for your entire life while talking to him. conversation didn't need to be forced and it didn't need to be plowed at. it came with ease and it came with confidence. nothing was forced, it flowed like water from a stream.

you eventually had to leave the restaurant, opting to go for a walk in the park across the street. you both learned so much about each other, what has made you the people you are now. exchanged stories, talked about dreams for the future. anything that crossed your mind.

even through the ride back to your house where he picked you up, was full of life giving conversation. it wasn't draining or brain killing, it was exciting. it was good to talk to someone who was interested in your personality and interests, not what's underneath your blouse.

"hey," he put his car in park in your driveway, "i really, really enjoyed tonight." brock emphasized, turning to face you as much as he could in his buckled seat. he smiled, his face being lit by the radio screen on the dash.

"i did too, this was the best date i'd ever been on. swear." he raised his eyebrows and playfully swept imaginary dust off his shoulders making you giggle. "we should do this more often." you suggest, hoping you didn't just burst a bubble.

"i agree," brock said in a more quiet tone. "you free sunday night?" he offered, hoping you'd say yes. praying that you would say yes.

you nodded your head, "yeah, i am. what did you have in mind?"

"there's a coffee shop that opened up by campus, wanna go? i heard it's pretty good. then we could do just, whatever comes to mind." brock took his seatbelt off when you did, following your lead. he was good at doing that, following and going after your tone, letting you control the pace of the night. you liked that.

he walked you up to your door, making sure you got in your house safely. you offered to let him in, but he waited on your porch. "i uh," he said hesitantly, "i don't wanna move too fast. i really like you, i..i think you're an amazing person, and i really wanna take my time. i think you're worth getting to know first."

you smiled and bit your bottom lip, looking down at the ground. "thank you, thanks for wanting to do that." making a bold move you lean forward and kiss his cheek. "see you sunday, brock."

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theywantedplayer · 1 year

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maybe birthday sex and you surprising jamie for his birthday 👀👀

NSFW

NEW PROMPTS

Brock Boeser Is added to the masterslist

Sorry I'm writing this so late this was buried in my inbox

It was hot and sweaty in yours and Jamie’s bedroom. It was Jamie’s 21st birthday and he was just about to go out with you and the team to a bar and Celebrate. But you wanted to celebrate with Jamie privity first. That's how you ended up how you too were now. You were straddling Jamie at a fast pace, you looked at the clock beside the bed a couple minutes ago seeing you and Jamie were going to be late if you didnt speed this up. As much as you wanted to keep this going, you both really could be late since the party was for Jamie.

“Fuck y/n” Jamie hissed out gripping your waist Roughly

You smiled since you knew he’s already cummed, the Overstimulation starting to get to him and wear him down to a whining state. His hips started to buck telling you he was close, you were so close to cumming but needed to get Jamie there too. You leaned down Jamie's level brushing the hair that fell to cover his face out of the way. His eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth slightly open and barely audible and gasps and moans and sometimes whimpers leaving his lips.

You leaned down and kissed Jamie softy then trailing down to his neck

“C-cumming” He whimpered

“I know, I know m-me too” you stammered

You Buried your face into Jamie’s neck as you both came. You both laid there for a couple minutes till you spoke

“We should really get going, we’re gonna be late” you told

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When you both arrived at the bar (20 minutes late) you kissed Jamie on the cheek and left to get some drinks for the both of you. Jamie went off and found Trevor and Mason.

“There you are Jamo!” Trevor yelled pulling him into a quick hug

“Yea what's got the birthday boy so late huh?” Mason asked taking a sip of his beer

Jamie was about to respond but Trevors loud voice cut him off.

“I think I know” Trevor sung out “It’s written all over your Neck Jimmy”

Jamie’s face headed up knowing what Trevor ment. It was a small red mark when you and Jamie got into the car but in the 20 minute car ride it must have gotten worse so he tried to play it off.

“It's just a bug bite,me and y/n were out last night” he shrugged but he knew it was Useless

Trevor and Mason just laughed until Trevor pointed at someone

“Oooo Guys look it's the rare Sighting of a mosquito in march” Trevor laughed

When you walked over to Jmaie and the group you handed him his beer

“Why is Trevor pointing at me?” you asked looking at Jamie

Jamie was just pulled you to his side by putting his arm around you “It's nothing just Trevor being Trevor”

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nycbaby21 · 8 months

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Brock Boeser Imagine

prompt: blind date with Brock

word count: 1,372

“No Quinn I’m sure he is a great guy. It’s just I’m not really sure about all of this. Ya know going on a date with some guy I don’t know,” I sigh while grabbing the orange juice from him and placing it in the fridge. “What do you wanna know,” he asks grabbing a bundle of grapes and popping one of them into his mouth. “Is he getting hounded like I am right now,” I turn to look at the defensemen sitting on my countertop. “Petey is at his place now,” he smirks holding out a grape for me. I roll my eyes and keep putting up my groceries. Quinn continues trying to sell me on the idea of a blind date.

Not too far away in an apartment downtown, two blonde men are having a very similar conversation. “Petey I wish you and Quinn would chill out on this whole date thing. I’m fine,” Brock uttered turning his attention back to the game. The Swede shakes his head and pauses the game yet again. Brock throws his controller down, knowing the two will never finish this game. He sinks back into the couch and stares at his friend.

“Boes I hate to break it to you but Quinn has been on more dates than you recently,” Elias points out. Thinking there was no way that was true, he let his face fall realizing his friend was right, it had been a really long time. “Okay you can tell Quinn to set it up,” he says shaking his head while doing it. Petey lets a small smile grace his face while unpausing the game killing Brock's character, who still hadn’t picked back up his controller.

Smoothing down the front of my dress, I do a turn in the mirror giving myself one final look over. All I knew about this date was it was at some fancy restaurant downtown and I was meeting him there at 7. After hours of trying on different outfits, I finally decided on a simple little black dress with the shortest heels that I owned. Throwing on some jewelry and a touch of makeup and calling it a day. Huffing out a breath I walk into my living room finding the two Canucks players on my couch eating a bowl of popcorn each. “Damn Y/n,” Quinn exclaims eyes running down my body and then back up. “Good damn or bad damn,” I ask nervously, in all honesty, it had been a minute since I had gone out. “Good, very good,” Petey finishes his thought. “Okay well, I guess I’m out of here. If you guys leave before I get back please lock up,” I say as I rush out of the door.

I end up fast walking up to the restaurant due to the chill in the air. I had gone for style over comfort and went jacketless, which was my own dumb fault in Vancouver in the early spring. My heels clicking on the sidewalk alert the tall blonde man leaning against the wall right outside the door. He quickly raises his head up and we lock eyes. He walks towards me closing the distance between us. I couldn’t help but silently thank Quinn and Petey for forcing this. “Wow you look really beautiful,” he blurted out then a light dusting of blush spread across his cheeks. “Thank you. You look really nice too,” I say softly sporting a matching flushed face. “Should we head inside,” he asks ushering us into the building.

We were surrounded by the hustle and bustle and the stuffy atmosphere, it was almost too much. My eyes had been looking over the menu and I couldn’t control the bored expression on my face. I felt so out of place here, like snotty customers were looking down on me. I slowly lower the menu and see the same look on Brock’s face. A small laugh escapes my lips and I quickly slap my hand over my mouth. He looks up, blue eyes lighting up and eyebrows furrowed. Rude looks came from several different people at my disruption of the “quiet and calming” vibe of the place. “I am so sorry. I just couldn’t help it, you look just as bored as I do,” I smiled watching him visibly relax some. “Oh thank God. I thought that I was the only one. I know a really good burger spot a couple roads over,” I don’t even let him say another word as I grab his hand and pull him out of there.

We walked out laughing like hyenas, which resulted in even more weird looks. Normally stares from strangers would make my skin crawl but something about being with Brock made me not care. We settled on a bench in the nearby park. “One for the lady and one for me,” Brock smiles passing out the food. I reach over and steal a fry from him. “Hey no ma’am, you have your own,” he tries to sound serious but his laugh tells me he is just joking. The wind blew a little harsh and I shivered. He stripped off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders. When he did our faces were so close, if I wanted to I could have leaned over and kissed him. I think he thought the same because his eyes glanced down to my lips and then quickly back up. Pulling back we both smile widely.

The two of us walk down the sidewalk towards my apartment. Every so often I feel his fingers brush against mine. Reaching over I interlock our fingers and give our hands a little swing. As we get closer to my place, I notice the boy’s cars still outside. “Well, this is me,” I say stopping but showing no sign of leaving and dropping our hands. “I had a really good time tonight Y/n,” he says giving our hands a squeeze. “Me too, I’d really like to do it again sometime,” I expressed looking up and him and smiling. He slowly leaned down gauging if I wanted the same thing. When I showed no sign of stopping him, he quickly connected our lips together. It was the sweetest and most passionate kiss I had ever had. My hands fly up to the back of his neck while his hands land lightly on my hips.

A buzzing sound interrupts us and we slowly pull back.I pull out my phone to read the text message from Quinn, and Brock gets a similar text from Petey. Laughing we show each other our phones,” You know those two are probably all smushed up against the windows spying on us.” I laugh at him knowing that he is actually right. “Wanna come up with me,” I suggest raising my eyebrows. He nods his head letting me lead the way. I unlock the door and we see the two scrambling to sit back down and look natural. “Are you two actually serious,” I laugh holding onto Brock’s forearm and leaning over to slip off the heels. “You guys look awfully close,” Quinn points out.

“Yeah no thanks to you two,” Brock states while sitting down on the chair near the couch his teammates currently occupied. “Excuse me,” Petey’s eyes snap back and forth between us. I walk back into the room after quickly changing into some sweats and a shirt. I round the corner and sit on the arm of the chair Brock was sitting in, his arms slipping around my waist holding me in place. “That place you guys picked was terrible. I swear if we had stayed there we wouldn’t be sitting so close right now,” I laugh pointing my finger at the two of them. “That place was great. It’s where all my first dates are,” Quinn defends himself. We all share a look and laugh at the Hughes boy. “Quinny maybe that is why you don’t get very many second dates,” Brock points out.

The four of us hang out for a little while later, Petey and Quinn arguing about who is gonna be the best man all while the two of us sit happily in our shared chair so thankful the goofballs bullied us into the date.

#nhl imagine #brock boeser imagine #brock boeser #vancouver canucks #nycbaby21works

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comphy-and-cozy · 9 months

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48 with Brock!!! His dogs are sooo cute

they are the cutest little guys which is fitting bc so is brock

celebrate 1K with me

Prompt: #48 "Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now."

Pairing: Brock Boeser x Reader (gn)

Word Count: ~730

Warnings: Brief alcohol use/mention

The sound of your keys hitting the floor with a clunk is loud, but you can hardly be bothered to care as you drop your bag beside the keyring. Kicking your shoes off, you make a beeline for the couch, falling face first into the soft cushion with a grunt.

You had one of the worst days you’d had in a while, starting with an empty gas tank that caused you to be late to work. Then, issue after issue and several difficult customers only amped up your irritation, having to take 5 minutes to cry in the breakroom no less than three times. Finally, you escaped the confines of your workplace only to find that you had locked your keys in your car and had to wait over an hour for AAA to arrive.

So, to say you want to curl up into a ball and cry is an understatement. You’re almost too exhausted to do even that, choosing to savor the feeling of being horizontal after the day from hell.

And then your phone buzzes. You groan, allowing yourself a few more moments of wallowing in self-pity before you heave yourself up to pull your phone out of your pocket to check the message, hoping it's not more bad news.

[Brock:] how’s it going?

With a snort, you think to yourself, ‘Where do I begin?’, instead opting to send an easier message: “Send. Pic. Of. Dog. Now.”

Not 30 seconds later, an entire collection of photos of Milo and Coolie snoozing on his couch, the last one a blurry shot of Coolie’s tongue licking the camera. You smile through a sniffle, reacting to the image with a thumbs up.

A little while later, your phone buzzes again, this time with an incoming call from Brock. You place him on speakerphone, not bothering to lift your head from the cushion.

“That bad, huh?” he laughs upon hearing your grunt as a greeting.

“You have no idea.”

You can hear he’s in the car, the sound of his blinker in the background. “You want to talk about it?”

“I just want to drown myself in ice cream and a fuzzy blanket. Maybe a glass of wine. Or four.”

He laughs. “Ice cream and wine? Doesn’t sound like the best pairing, but I’ve heard worse.”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Hey, do your thing,” he says, and you can imagine him holding his hands up in defense. You hear the jingle of his keys and the shutting of a car door.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

“Me? Oh just dropping something off to a friend.”

As if on cue, you hear a knock on your door. With a groan, you roll yourself off of the couch to answer it, expecting to see a delivery driver with a package. Instead, it’s Brock, holding his phone to his ear and two leashes in his other hand. He’s grinning, then holds up a paper bag. “I come bearing gifts.”

You don’t bother hanging up the phone, instead launching yourself forward into his arms with a tight squeeze. The tears well up faster than you anticipate, and he secures his arms around you and rocks you gently while you cry.

“This is so sweet,” you say through sniffles.

“I couldn’t just leave you hanging after you had an awful day,” he smiles once you let him go, a tearful smile in return.

Brock gestures for you to step back into your house, then whistles at Coolie and Milo, who pounce through your front door and look up at you expectantly, waiting for pets and treats. Their excited tails flap as their tongues find your face while you give each of them a greeting, already feeling your bad mood dissipating at the arrival of the dogs. And Brock. Mostly the dogs.

But then Brock pulls out a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and a bottle of Pinot Noir, and you’re gaping up at him. “How did you know?” you ask.

“I know you better than anyone,” he says with a smile, moving into your kitchen to retrieve spoons and wine glasses. “Or did you forget?”

You shake your head no, accepting the wine glass gratefully. “Thank you, Brock.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, then plops on the couch, whistling to encourage the dogs to hop up beside him. “Now, should we watch Frozen or Moana?”

#brock boeser #brock boeser blurb #brock boeser fic #brock boeser imagine #brock boeser x reader #hockey fic #c's 1k celly

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mxqlss · 2 months

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NHL MASTERSLIST

↳ PROMPTS..

↳ ABOUT ME..

NEW JERSEY DEVILS

JACK HUGHES

↳ ICEBREAKER.. COMING SOON!! (fluff)

LUKE HUGHES

↳ BETTY.. (light angst, fluff?)

NICO HISCHIER

↳

DAWSON MERCER

↳

ANAHEIM DUCKS

TREVOR ZEGRAS

↳

MASON MCTAVISH

↳

LEO CARLSSON

↳ LONG TIME.. COMING SOON!! (insta)

VAN CANUCKS

QUINN HUGHES

↳ HEATHER.. (light angst, fluff?)

ELIAS PETTERSON

↳ ENCHANTED.. (insta)

BROCK BOESER

↳ PAPER RINGS.. (insta)

UNI OF MICHIGAN

RUTGER MCGROARTY

↳ ALL BECAUSE I LIKED A BOY.. (insta)

↳ 505.. COMING SOON!! (fluff)

↳ SUNSHINE.. (au)

ETHAN EDWARDS

↳

MARK ESTAPA

↳

#☾ ﹒✩ 𝖏𝖊𝖘𝖘 ‹𝟹 ﹕ʬ﹒∿#umich #rutger mcgroarty #ethan edwards #mark estapa #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes #elias pettersson #brock boeser #anaheim ducks #trevor zegras #mason mctavish #leo carlsson #new jersey devils #jack hughes #nico hischier #dawson mercer #luke hughes #masterlist

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letsgetrowdy43 · 1 month

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Rowan’s blurb event—

I’m in the mood to do some writing!!

So I’ve created a prompt list with some prompts for you guys to pick from!! This is the link!!

Pick a prompt, and a player, and leave a request!! The event will be open for a few days (I take forever to write)

Here’s a little list of players I like writing, but if you have a player you want me to write request them and I’ll let you know if I can write them or not!!

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Jack Hughes

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

John Marino

Jesper Bratt

Dawson Mercer

Adam Fantilli

Luca Fantilli

Rutger McGroarty

Ethan Edwards

Mark Estapa

Jamie Drysdale

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

Kirby Dach

Connor Bedard

Opens— Saturday March 9th, 2024

Closes— Monday March 11th, 202

#Rowan’s blurb event #nhl x reader #nhl fic #nhl imagine #umich x reader

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wyattjohnston · 4 months

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demi's 2023 re-cap

sometime in the middle of the year, i realised that i had posted a fic every month and vowed to keep it up. december has come and i have met my goal! obviously they weren't all epics, but it's the most consistent i've been in putting out content maybe ever so i'm calling it a huge win.

i have posted roughly 74,000 words this year, which is significantly fewer than last year, but i am still very proud of what i was able to do. i can only hope to write more in 2024!

thank you all so much for being along for the journey <3

all fics under the cut

january

nathan mackinnon - you always did feel just like home

february

birdie & daisy take miami

anthony beauvillier - want nothing more than to be back at home again

march

quinn hughes - until the light shines through

brock boeser - take my hand, baby

april

jack hughes - playing house

may

jack hughes - waiting to break

june

quinn hughes - let's finish what we started

july

jack hughes - make it weird

august

pierre luc dubois - never said a thing

september

mat barzal - uh oh

october

jack hughes - we all have our secrets

various - OC Mini Fics

november

nick blankenburg - need a little company

various - 1200 followers prompts

december

andrei svechnikov - kinda hope they catch us

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ladylooch · 16 days

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13.

Prompt

List

13. a fandom you are thinking about writing for

Ehhh... I'm gonna stick to hockey for now.

I guess I could say players I have thought about writing about?

Brock Boeser, Jeremy Swayman (I blame @drewsbuzzcut), and Sidney Crobsy.

#b answers #ask game

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laurenairay · 3 months

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Lately you've been on my mind - E. Pettersson

I’m jumping in as a pinch-hitter as part of @wyattjohnston’s winter fic exchange, with an Elias Pettersson story for @typical-simplelove! I really hope you enjoy this Claudia– I had a lot of fun creating something from the prompts you gave me, and I was just so inspired that I wrote it all in one day! And thank you Demi, for being a sounding board for me as I put together my ideas.

Summary: Brock Boeser is the ultimate match maker – he knows he is. And he is determined to set his friends up.

a.k.a. you and Elias are both friends with Brock, and keep finding yourselves in moments alone.

Words: 4.9k

Warnings: idiots to lovers, self-doubt, Brock is a meddler

Title from: Adore you, by Harry Styles

2019 was already shaping up to be a fantastic year. The sun was shining brightly, the January air was crisp and cold, and you had Spanish Banks dog park essentially to yourself, seeing that it was excruciatingly early in the morning.

But damn if the views of the North Shore mountains weren’t worth it. Your dog seemed to agree, with the way he was running up and down the sand. You’d lived in Vancouver all your 20 years so far, still living with your parents where you’d decided not to go to university, and it was moments like this that reminded you just how fortunate you were.

Your peace and quiet lasted for all of another half an hour before you heard enthusiastic barking from behind you. Recalling your dog to your side – which only took a couple of attempts, which was an improvement – you turned your head to see what was coming your way, only to freeze at the guy you saw walking towards you.

A guy that was clearly the up-and-coming star of your family’s favourite sports team, the Vancouver Canucks. Brock Boeser, in the flesh.

“Hey, sorry for interrupting your quiet.”

His smile tightened slightly when he realised you clearly knew who he was, with whatever your face was doing, but you quickly shook your head to reassure him. No, he was here just the same as you, to walk his dog. You could be cool with that.

“It’s a beautiful off-leash park – it would be a shame not to share it,” you shrugged, smiling back at him.

Brock immediately relaxed, easy a tension you didn’t realise you had.

“Who’s this beautiful pup, hm?”

“This is Bailey. I’ve had him, like, three months now? He’s only 18 months old so he’s still learning not to jump up, but he tries his best,” you mused.

“He’s perfect…”

Yes, Brock was definitely a dog person.

“…a border collie, right?”

“Yeah that’s right. He was abandoned a few months ago at a shelter my mom volunteers at, and I barely had to beg her to let me adopt him,” you laughed.

Brock just grinned. “Coola was a rescue dog as well. I adopted him back in February last year, after the All Star Game, but he lived in Minnesota with my parents while I finished my rookie year. I know the feeling of not being able to resist a sweet little dog.”

At least he understood.

With a smile, you motioned for Bailey that he was allowed to run again, and within moments Coola was joining him, the two dogs playing in the surf.

“So, you live here then?”

You and Brock walked your dogs for nearly another hour, the two of you talking like you’d known each other all your lives, before Bailey flopped at your feet, a clear sign he was done and ready to leave.

“Looks like that’s my cue,” you said dryly, making Brock laugh.

“Definitely,” he teased, “but hey, maybe we could exchange numbers? I’d love to walk Coola with you and Bailey again, now that I know they’re friends.”

You hesitated slightly, unsure whether he actually meant that, but the earnestness in his eyes told you everything you needed to know.

“Sure, I’d like that. Bailey could use all the friends he could get,” you mused.

Brock just grinned.

“I don’t know, I have a feeling we’re going to be pretty good friends as well.”

Nearly five years on and you were (somehow) genuine friends with Brock. He’d been right, against all odds. There was just something about his straightforward friendship that made your life that little bit easier, knowing that you could rely on him to be a breath of fresh air, no drama. And you knew he appreciated your chilled approach to pretty much everything, never judging him, always his biggest supporter – both on the team and for him as a person. Brock Boeser was probably one of the best friends you’d ever had, and you cherished everything about him, like an older brother you didn’t realise you needed.

Brock had always insisted that you needed to be integrated into every part of his life, so you spent more time with his team than you ever thought you would (and hadn’t that been a starstruck moment, when you’d first attended a team gathering). He pretty much brought you to all gatherings, events, and anything to do with Coola (and now Milo), and while at first it had been overwhelming, you’d quickly adjusted when you realised just how ridiculous his teammates were.

So it wasn’t a surprise to Elias Pettersson when he walked into Brock’s house and saw you sitting on the sofa surrounded by dogs.

“Well this looks cosy.”

You grinned at his teasing words, waving him over. “It’s good to see you too, Elias.”

He shared a small private smile with you, lifting Milo’s legs to take a seat on the sofa next to you. The dog in question huffed out his displeasure but didn’t move, allowing Elias to settle in properly.

This guy, more than anyone else, was the teammate you enjoyed spending the most time with alongside Brock. Elias was definitely the most sane of all Brock’s Vancouver friends, and his dry sense of humour always had you in stitches. It was rare that he showed much of himself to anyone, as reserved as he was, but the more you’d gotten to know him over the years, the more you recognised the little signs of his reactions and collated them like hoarded treasure. And the more that Elias had gotten to know you, the more willing he seemed to be to share jokes and smiles and laughter with you, forging a friendship of your own.

And yes, sure, you couldn’t deny that you found him attractive – you’d be crazy or blind to think otherwise - but he’d never shown a hint of interest towards you in that way. And there was no way you’d ever say anything unless you were sure things were reciprocated (there was just no way), so you were more than happy to have him as a friend. Elias Pettersson was an unmistakeable joy in your life, and the last thing you wanted to do was ruin that.

He really was so handsome though.

“I’m surprised Brock isn’t buried under puppies like usual,” Elias said.

“We haven’t been long back from walking the dogs, so I said I’d get them settled while he showered and got ready to head out with you,” you explained, running your hand over your Bailey’s head.

“He does need to look pretty enough to leave the house, that’s true,” he mused.

You couldn’t help but laugh, the both of you knowing Brock needed no help in looking pretty, Elias just smiling widely.

It just goes to show how wrapped up you were in Elias’s attention that neither of you noticed Brock standing at the bottom of the stairs, eyes lighting up at your laughter and Elias’s smile.

It was early, far too early, but here you were fulfilling Bailey’s every need. You were wrapped up warm, puffer jacket, woollen hat, gloves, and scarf, walking your border collie through Hadden Park, allowing the travel mug of coffee to wake you up fully while you took in the views surrounding you. Bailey was in his element, trotting about and sniffing every single leaf and twig, and it was only your phone buzzing that broke you out of your silent contentment.

From: Brock Hey, are you walking Bailey?

To: Brock Yeah we’re at Hadden Park Wasn’t sure if you would be getting up early after your game last night so I didn’t text

From: Brock Hah yeah fair enough Do you mind if Petey comes along?

You tried not to fantasise about why Elias was so willing to join you both on a dog walk, so early on a day off. You tried so hard.

To: Brock Of course I don’t mind

From: Brock Of course?

You felt heat dancing across your cheeks. Damn it Brock.

To: Brock You know I think Petey is great.

From: Brock Well I definitely do now.

You groaned, already able to picture the smirk on your friend’s face.

To: Brock Don’t be dumb I’ll see you soon

The last thing you needed was Brock teasing you, especially in front of Elias. The last thing you wanted was Elias to feel uncomfortable around you, just because you find him attractive. The last thing you could bear would be if you lost your friendship with Elias just because Brock was reading into things that weren’t true.

But there was nothing you could do for damage control until Brock was in front of you. All you could hope was that he didn’t make you look like an idiot.

It couldn’t have been more than 20 minutes before you saw the familiar pair walking towards you, dogs at Brock’s side, and you found yourself smiling despite your trepidation. You gave them both hugs in greeting, travel mug long empty and placed in your bag, Bailey barking happily.

“What a beautiful morning,” Brock said happily.

“Cold but beautiful, sure,” you mused.

Elias nodded his agreement, thick scarf wrapped in loops around him, Brock just laughing.

“Petey, you don’t mind taking Coola while I walk Milo, do you?” Brock asked.

Elias narrowed his eyes, as if trying to read into Brock’s words, but Brock just kept smiling at him.

“Sure, I can walk Coola,” Elias eventually said.

“Great!”

The moment that Coola’s leash was in Elias’s hands, Coola darted forward, Elias crashing directly into your body. It was only through his quick reflexes that you didn’t end up on your ass, his hands clutching at your hips while you clung to his jacket.

“Coola! Chill!”

Brock’s giggled words did little to calm his dog down, all three dogs dancing around your feet as Elias steadied you. His face was impossibly close to yours, breath practically mingling. How had you not realised how blue his eyes were before this? His lips were parted slightly, as if he was still processing, but it was only when Bailey bumped into both of your legs that he abruptly let you go, and you dropped your hands too.

“Sorry, sorry,” he blurted, stepping away sharply.

“No apologies needed. It wasn’t your fault,” you said, shaking your head with a weak smile.

“Aww you can’t blame Coola for being excited,” Brock grinned, kneeling down to give fuss to both his dogs.

There was something in his smile that you just couldn’t put your finger on. Hm.

“Shall we walk then, if they’re so excited?” Elias said dryly.

All three dogs started barking at the word ‘walk’, making you laugh and nod, Brock just grinning even wider.

From: Brock Petey is taking the roadtrip losses really hard. Come over tomorrow?

You don’t know what it was that possessed you, but the moment you received those texts from Brock, you knew you had to do something. Elias was such a stoic guy, so reserved in his emotions, so the fact that it was obvious enough he was suffering that Brock asked for your help? There was no way you weren’t going to do everything in your power to ease any tensions they had, especially Elias.

There wasn’t much you could do, but you could do this.

When you arrived at Brock’s house the next morning, you were only mildly startled to see Elias opening the door instead of Brock, his eyes flashing in surprise before he smiled.

“Did Brock not say I was coming over?” you said hesitantly.

The last thing you wanted was to intrude.

“He said we were going for brunch, but this is a welcome surprise,” Elias said, smiling softly.

Oh. Now you felt stupid.

Wait, a welcome surprise?

“I don’t know what is making your face do that, but I’m not lying when I say it’s good to see you,” Elias said firmly.

“Alright, I believe you,” you mused.

Elias just grinned, walking over to the bottom of the staircase.

“SHE’S HERE!”

“GOOD! YOU’RE COMING FOR BRUNCH, RIGHT?”

You rolled your eyes fondly at Brock’s assumptions. It wasn’t like you had much else planned for today, but still!

“YEAH I’LL COME!”

Elias laughed at your matching volume, making you smile back at him, a light flush dusting across your cheeks. His laugh was magical and you weren’t going to shame yourself for liking it.

“Brock’s just finishing his hair and then he’ll be down. That’s what he said anyway,” Elias explained, sitting down on the arm of Brock’s sofa.

“He’s got an image to maintain, can’t be looking anything less than perfect,” you teased, the familiar joke making you smile.

Elias just snickered, shaking his head. You leaned up against the back of the sofa, standing close enough to Elias that the blue of his eyes was almost hypnotising, before you remembered why you came over in the first place.

“It feels a little silly now, but I heard from a little bird that you were taking things a little rough, so here’s a little something,” you said.

“Brock needs to keep his mouth shut,” he grumbled.

You just laughed, reaching into your bag to pull out the gift. But as you placed it in his hands, Elias froze.

“What’s this?” Elias said, eyes wide in shock.

You bit your bottom lip, before letting out a shaky breath. Here goes nothing.

“You were having a bad day. So I made you a hat,” you said simply, trying to keep your voice light and airy.

“You made me a hat? You knitted this?”

Elias stared down in wonder at the soft light blue woollen bundle in his hand, a look of pure astonishment on his face. It was only then that you realised how close it was to the colour of his eyes.

“Uh, yes, I did? I got back into knitting recently, so it’s nothing fancy, but I just wanted to make something to cheer you up?” you said, trying not to cringe at yourself.

“No-one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his soft words.

“Really?”

“Really really,” Elias nodded.

“I’ve never had a hat made for me either.”

You flinched at the sound of Brock’s voice coming from behind you, Elias immediately scowling over your shoulder.

“Wouldn’t want to cover up your Prince Charming hair,” Elias grumbled, shoving the hat into the pocket of his hoodie.

You didn’t mention the dark blue hat you’d knitted for Brock that was tucked into your bag. Brock pouted as you snickered, slinking into the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone again.

“Look, I know it’s not really my place. And that we’re just friends because of Brock. But these losses were just a bad blip – you’re going to get over them in no time at all, and be back to destroying the other teams like you were born to,”

Elias smiled wryly. “It doesn’t feel like that right now. But thanks.”

You pursed your lips briefly before huffing out a breath. Telling him what you really thought was hardly the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done.

“You make me so proud. You know that, right?”

“What?” Elias frowned.

“You go out there, every single day, and give this team, this city, your all. Your pour yourself into everything that you do, always give 100%, and as your friend, as someone who has known you for years…I am so proud of you.”

As your cheeks heated from your words, Elias swallowed heavily, a flush dusting across his own cheeks.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this, to deserve your kind words, but I appreciate it. Thank you,” he murmured.

Your heartbeat raced at the intensity in his eyes.

“Brunch? Can we go?”

Elias scowled again at Brock’s grinning interruption but walked away towards the front door. You were read to grumble at Brock yourself, until you saw Elias pull the knitted hat out of his pocket and slide it on over his hair. It looked…perfect.

“Are you good?” Brock asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I’m great.”

Your voice was far breathier than you would ever admit.

Another month, another team event. This time Brock had invited you to be his plus one to a formal gala, hardly the first time he had asked and yet this time he practically begged you to come along. You didn’t need him to beg, you could admit that much – the events were always fun and hey, you got to dress up nicely – but his behaviour was strange, even for him.

Either way, Brock had looked ecstatic when you said yes, even going as buying you a gorgeous midnight blue evening gown, sleeveless and high-necked, as classy as it was beautiful, so you were going to complain. He could have his secrets – you knew you’d get it out of him eventually.

He picked you up after you’d gotten your hair and nails done, make-up subtle but elegant, wide smile on his face as he drove the two of you to the event. You didn’t have time to be suspicious about his good mood as the two of you greeted his teammates and their better halves, your attention consumed by all the cheek kisses and compliments, but you should’ve known he was up to something. Because the moment that the two of you joined Elias at a table with a few chairs around it, Brock all but disappeared, leaving the two of you completely alone.

“Hi Brock. Bye Brock,” Elias said dryly.

“I have no idea what’s gotten into him tonight, I am so sorry,” you sighed.

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for him. I’m sorry that he’s abandoned you already,” Elias said, frowning.

“Well at least I’m near a chair,” you said, huffing out a laugh, “High heels are not my friends.”

Elias immediately pulled a chair out for you to sit on, and you felt a gentle heat brush across your cheeks at the gentlemanly action.

“Thanks Elias,” you said, more shocked than anything.

Not too shocked to smile at him as he sat down right next to you, after picking up a couple of flutes of champagne from a passing waiter. If he wanted to join you…well, you weren’t going to complain. Not if you got his attention all to yourself.

It can’t have been more than an hour before Brock wandered back over, but by the flush on his cheeks and the glassiness of his eyes, he was more than a little tipsy. Damn it Brock.

“You’re not going to ask this beautiful woman to dance, Petey?”

Elias immediately blushed furiously, eyes narrowing at his friend, making you want to die a little inside – but also to shield him.

“Oh no, these heels are killing my feet already. Elias is just being kind enough to keep me company,” you said sweetly.

Brock snickered, shaking his head, but walked away without any further pestering. You both sat there for a moment in silence, reeling from the short conversation. What the hell was that, Brock?

“You didn’t have to make up a lie to defend me,” Elias said, finally looking at you again.

“I wanted to.”

The mortification that filled your body upon your blurted words was immediate and all-consuming, especially with how surprised Elias looked. How could you save this? How the hell could you save this?

“Besides it’s the least I could do for Brock dumping me on you in the first place,” you said coolly, shrugging, trying to calm yourself down and failing miserably.

Elias hesitated before something flashed across his face, and he looked at you with an expression you’d never seen from him before. It made you shiver. “There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

Oh.

He…really?

You’d spent so long convinced that he didn’t see you that way, that he wasn’t attracted to you in the slightest, and now that he’d said this? Giving you enough to let yourself hope, to admit to yourself that your sweetest daydreams and deepest fantasies could actually be reality?

While your mind raced, full of swirling realisations that perhaps things weren’t so unrequited after all, Elias just watched you, expression just as intense as before. It wasn’t until you let out a shaky breath, smiling a tiny smile at him, that he nodded, clearing his throat.

“Another drink?”

“Yes, definitely.”

Movie nights were sacred. It didn’t matter who they were with, not really, but now that you had your own tiny apartment, a night in watching your favourite movies and eating your favourite snacks was always the best way to unwind. Usually Brock was your only companion, or Brock with a few of his teammates, and that was the plan tonight. Brock and Elias were both joining you for a movie night and you couldn’t wait to have a chilled night in with two of your favourite people. Even if your whole world had been shaken up only last week at that eventful team gala.

The pizzas you’d ordered hadn’t long arrived before Elias arrived at your door, beers in hand, and you let him in with a happy smile.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he said, smiling shyly back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat at the sweetness in his face, and you found yourself just nodding.

“You know you’re always welcome. Come on, pizza just got here too.”

Elias all but raced you to the kitchen, making you laugh as he opened the cardboard lids. But your phone buzzed before you could reach for a slice.

From: Brock I can’t make it tonight. Have fun. Both of you.

You heart started racing at his implications, knowing deep in your bones that Brock never intended to come this evening. Had he known all along, how you felt about Elias? And how you hoped Elias felt for you too?

Surely not.

But then again, Brock always surprised you. You had always tried not to underestimate your friend, but it appeared that you’d fallen for that sweet innocent smile just the same as everyone else.

“Is Brock on his way?”

“Brock isn’t coming.”

“Oh.”

Elias seemed to hesitate, making you inhale sharply.

“Did you want to reschedule?” he asked, wincing.

You could be brave, right? Or at least take a step towards bravery?

“You’re already here…so we can still have our own movie night?” you suggested, unable to stop yourself from chewing your bottom lip.

Elias’s eyes flickered down quickly towards your mouth, before he cleared his throat and smiled softly at you. “Yeah, of course we can. Also means we don’t have to listen to Brock whining that we aren’t watching one of his rom com choices.”

The dryness of his tone made you giggle, immediately cutting through the lingering awkward tension. You could absolutely do a movie night just with Elias. You could absolutely handle being alone with him like this.

Absolutely.

The two of you ploughed through the pizzas while you watched one of you go-to action movies, laughing and talking all the way through, even finishing the popcorn and a couple of beers each by the time the credits were rolling. Bailey had happily sat by your feet the whole time, actually behaving himself for once, and you couldn’t remember a time when you’d felt so content. So relaxed and happy. Brock had always brought that out in you, and now that Elias had too? It just filled you with butterflies in the best way.

“Shall we watch another?”

“Definitely,” you nodded, smiling up at him.

Elias smiled easily back. “You choose? I’ll clear up.”

Before you could protest or even help him, Elias had picked up both pizza boxes and all the empty beer bottles, leaving you alone on the sofa. You heard him opening the trash can, snapping you out of your surprise, so you started scrolling through Netflix again, eventually deciding on a light-hearted comedy just as Elias re-entered the room. Bailey had trotted out to his own bed when Elias left, so it really was just the two of you now.

Something that made your breath hitch in your throat was the way that Elias sat down closer to you this time. Unmistakably closer, close enough to feel the heat from his body and to smell his cologne. He did that on purpose, there was no doubt about it. But his face gave you no answers, nothing more than his usual smile around you, so you let it go. Overthinking things was definitely not the way to go, you knew that much.

It didn’t make your heartrate calm down at all though.

You pressed play to get the movie started, lightly tossing the tv remote onto your coffee table before settling back into the sofa, letting the familiar introduction wash over you.

It took ten minutes for everything to change.

Elias wasn’t a big hugger. You knew this. Brock knew this. The whole of the Vancouver Canucks knew this. So when you felt a pressure along your shoulders, you tried not to flinch, realising it was his arm stretching across the back of the sofa when his hand lightly brushed your opposite shoulder. Elias…Elias had put his arm around you. He’d put his arm around you? You glanced up at him, trying to get any sense of his thought process, but his eyes were resolutely glued to the television, his body a frozen line of tension. All over again, your heart started racing. You were right after all. Maybe…maybe Elias really did have feelings for you, just as he’d finally hinted at the team event, and now he was making a gentle move in the most Petey way ever.

The ball was in your court.

Ever so slowly, you relaxed against under his arm, sinking into his side, head resting on his chest. You could hear just how fast his own heart was racing and it made you smile, feeling giddy that he was just as affected as you were, even more so when his arm draped around you properly. This was really happening. Elias Pettersson had really instigated snuggling with you on the sofa. This was better than any dream you could’ve imagined.

The next thing you knew, you were blinking your eyes open. The sky outside was pitch black, the curtains still wide open, and the Netflix landing page was glaring bright. But the main thing you noticed? You were curled up against Elias’s side still, head resting on his chest, his arm having fallen down to your waist and his head lolling back on the sofa. You’d fallen asleep together? Was there anything more cliché than that? Still, it felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest with how right it felt to be in Elias’s hold. His hands were so large and so warm, the heat spreading through the contact on top of your sweatpants. His chest was so solid and calming under your cheek. And as you lifted your head, ever to slightly to look at him properly, even just through the light from the TV he looked so handsome. Beautiful and peaceful. But there was no way that could be comfortable for him, and the last thing you wanted was for an aching neck to put a damper on what was the perfect evening.

So you lightly rested your hand on his chest, shaking him gently until you heard him grunt in displeasure.

“Hey, Elias, we fell asleep on the sofa,” you murmured.

He immediately groaned, making you laugh softly, smiling at him as he finally lifted his head.

“I was having such a good dream,” he grumbled.

Then he seemed to freeze as he realised where he actually was, taking note of how you were still tucked into his side, and where his arm and hand were holding you.

“Damn it, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, no, we both fell asleep eh?” you said, interrupting with a smile and a shake of your head, “It’s fine, Elias. We were both cosy.”

He swallowed heavily before nodding.

“I don’t think I’ve ever fallen asleep on the sofa with someone before,” he mumbled, “It was…nice.”

You felt your cheeks heating up with the gentle compliment, your smile letting him know you felt the same.

“I should go,” he said softly.

No!

Well, now was your moment. Now was the time to be brave where you’d never needed to be so brave before. After everything that had been building between the two of you…now was the moment.

“Or, maybe you could stay, and we could talk in the morning,” you offered as calmly as you could.

You felt Elias inhale sharply where your hand was still resting on his chest.

“The kind of talk that I’ve been wanting to have for a while?” he asked, hope evident in his eyes.

Oh wow.

For a while?

You felt like you were floating as his words sunk in.

“Yeah I think we’re on the same page,” you murmured, your blood thrumming with possibility.

The smile that spread across Elias’s face made your heart soar, and you found yourself smiling just as widely back. And when he leant forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead, you’d never felt more alive.

You could only imagine Brock’s satisfied grin when you told him.

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